I would love to join this! I shall post a character sheet as soon as I come up with a good one….

Sounds cool, haven’t really engaged creatively in months so I may be a bit rusty at first, give me some time to think up a good character?

I’m new, and this sounds like fun. I can’t wait to start! XD It will take a while to develop a character though. :c(

I’m going to join this but the English timezone and the fact I have school tomorrow means I won’t post a character sheet until tomorrow. Hope that’s ok!

DFTBA

Name: Xia Ratliff
Age: 21
Race: Vampirian
Origin: Vampiria (raised on earth)
Hair color: Black and hot pink
Eye color: Smokey gray
Height: 6 feet
Weight: 16 pounds
Special skills: Writing, mind control, bass, singing, lock picking
Mentality: Anything other than cullenism
General appearance: The left sore of her head os shaved. The right side has rough-looking hair that is naturally black with pink streaks. Xia is always wearing silver lipstick and black eyeliner. Her clothes are tight, bit that’s ok because she’s really skinny. Xia has a pale complexion.
History: Born on Vampiria several days before it’s destruction. Her parents sent her to earth were she was raised by humans.
Anything else: She just found out about being a Campos, and wants you to know.that all the steriotypes are lies. Sceptically the ones about them sucking blood.and being really pale.

Name: Marcus Hare, the March Hare
Age: 26 in Earth years.
Race: Mirumterrian
Origin (such as planet, world, etc): Wonderland. It’s way more badass then Lewis Carol made it out to be. Wonderlanders call it Mirumterra
Hair color: Whiteish yellow
Eye color: Black
Skin color: pale
Height: 6’6
Weight:
General appearance: Tall and thin, with a generally intellectual appearance. He wears glasses and a waist coat over a puffy sleeved white shirt. Basic mirumterrian wear. Did I tell you he had ears? Long rabbit ears.
History: He grew up within the castle walls of the Heart kingdom with his best friend Matthew Hatter. After that, he moved to the countryside to continue his research.
Special skills (if any): He’s incredibly intelligent, and quite a good fighter. He can fix nearly anything.
Mentality (what do they believe in): He’s a man of science. Mirumterrian science.
Anything else you can think of: That’s pretty much it.
Pictures:

Name: Naomi Jones
Age: 19
Race: Half angel
Origin (such as planet, world, etc): Earth
Hair color: Golden curls
Eye color: Gold
Skin color: light tan
Height: 5’8
Weight:
General appearance: Naomi is slender and beautiful, with an angelic face. She dislikes it.
History: Naomi never met her father, and she took her mother’s last name. Her mother was dead set on the man being an angel, and no matter who told her that was impossible, psychiatrists, doctors, scientists and even priests, her mind was made up. Naomi hated that her father was ‘an angel’ and refused to believe it until her powers started manifesting. When she turned 18, she left her mother to go travelling, and ended up using her powers to find the inn.
Special skills (if any): Naomi manipulates a sort of gold dust, that has a variety of uses, such as healing capabilities, the ability to form forcefields, and it can make something or someone fly. She can also wield it like a weapon.
Mentality (what do they believe in): She really has no idea anymore.
Anything else you can think of: That’s about it.
Pictures:

• This reply was modified 141 days ago by  Captain Mollyanne Sunshine.

@Captain Mollyanne: This character has been approved and, if you think you can handle it/keep your characters straight, I’ll allow it. Just…be a little careful!

@Jared: Of course there’s room. It’s the Nexus! It’s large enough for everyone! I’ll add you to the list.

@Aspyn: You can make two characters, but from experience, it gets hard to write. The more characters you create, the less your characters will (probably) react with others. So you CAN, but it is highly unrecommended. If you’re new, you might want to stick with just one, IMHO.

That’s what I’m here for!

Name: Taylor Glass

Age: 19

Race: Mostly human, he’s not quite sure what the other bit is though.

Origin (such as planet, world, etc): He’s from earth, only from a different reality. It used to be super high tech, however after a biological weapons explosion the entire planet became mostly inhospitable. After a few hundred years of people surviving under ground they resurfaced. My character was ten when they resurfaced. There’re strange mutant beings roaming the land. Most people chose to remain underground. However my character left when he was 16 with a group of his friends. They established a small village and managed to live there for a few years before the mutants destroyed them, leaving my character as the only surviver.

Hair color: Black with red streaks.

Eye color: It depends on his mood.

Skin color: Very pale.

Height: 5’10″

Weight: 120 pounds.

General appearance: He’s thin and scrawny, generally fairly dirty too. He has a narrow face, several large scars from when he was younger and several fresh cuts from the mutant attack.

History: I posted a fair bit of it under world…oops…but he was born in the underground vaults and has always been sort of rebellious. His parents died at an early age. Once he was out of the vaults he sort of lead the village until it was destroyed.

Special skills (if any): He’s a good fighter. Decent with guns but an expert with knives. Also stealth, he’s a very good sneaking person.

Mentality (what do they believe in): He neither thinks about it nor does he care about it. He believes in himself is pretty sure there’s a God but simply doesn’t care.

Anything else you can think of: He’s a fair bit stronger then he looks, nothing ridiculous, but stronger then he looks. He has a thing for pocket watches, even though his is broken he still carries it around with him. He dresses in tattered clothes, usually wears a ragged black hoody, tattered brown pants, boots, and fingerless gloves.

Pictures: None.

Name: Astrid Moorwood
Age: 23
Race: Human
Origin (such as planet, world, etc): Earth. Present-day.
Hair color: Coppery red down past the back of her shoulder blades with the last three inches dyed black.
Eye color: Green
Skin color: Human skin color, but pale.
Height: 5’10″
Weight: 140
General appearance: At first glance, she seems like the girl you wouldn’t want to bring home to mother. Her hair tends to be more messy than not, usually pulled back in a ponytail if she’s working on something on her computer. Her eyes are green and she wears a ring in her right eyebrow. Her ears are double pierced with a cartilage piercing in the left one. She has a small ring in her lip as well, usually purple. Her body is a normal weight, if rather tall. She wears a weird mish-mash of clothes, often consisting of dark washed skinny jeans, two or three multi-colored or studded belts slung around her waist, a tight-fitting t-shirt from some band or another that most people have never heard of, and a sweater or sweatshirt. Occasionally she’ll dress up, but she doesn’t like it very much. She has two tattoos on her back, a left and a right black angel wing extending from her shoulderblades down to the small of her back, earning her the nickname and hacker handle Black_Angel, or just Angel. Never seen without her trusty laptop. She has two, actually, hidden within one casing. Two separate hard-drives, one for her Mac and one for her PC. Her hands are quick and she can do a few magic tricks, thanks to the hacking she’s done.
History: When she was growing up, Astrid already had an affection for computers. Her parents never knew what she did. They didn’t really care. They were too consumed with themselves to care. Contrary to popular belief, Astrid started hacking as a way to escape from her ridiculous life. Her parents were rich, but she never hacked for money. She hacked for the pure pleasure, breaking into some of the most secure bank vaults in the world. She ran away from home when she was 17, dropping out of school. She has street-smarts and a huge reputation online, but outside of that, she is nothing. She prides herself on being anonymous.
Special skills (if any): Tends to think often in code and has hacked into so many databases that in the US, there’s a warrant out for her arrest five times over under different names. Can whip up just about any program in a matter of minutes, but for more complicated things, she’ll need a little more time. Be patient!
Mentality (what do they believe in): Her mind is usually so filled with other things that she has no time to think of anything else. She believes there’s a God, but hasn’t really figured things out yet.
Personality: Astrid is a bit of a character. She’s extremely independent and tends to keep to herself. Often seen sitting in the corner of the room in front of her computer screen, when she does have to react to people, she has very little patience or attention span. If you bore her, she’ll zone out and walk away sometimes. She doesn’t really try to be rude, but she has better things to keep her mind on.
Anything else you can think of: She likes candy, and is often seen sucking on a piece, whether it’s a mint, a lollipop, or a handful of Skittles. The only thing she doesn’t like is chocolate. She’s rather clumsy and is inept as a spy, but is a ninja behind a computer screen. Often will zone out in conversations when she’s thinking about coding or hacking.
Pictures: None as of the moment.

@Benjo: Welcome! Welcome!

@Lola: Welcome aboard! And no worries. You have time!

Awesome! Also, if anyone wants the full character list/sheet, I’m compiling one. If you PM me your e-mail once we’ve gotten most of the submissions in, I’ll send it to you!

A dull throbbing pain would be a good way to describe what Taylor was feeling at the moment. He was in oblivion, nothing made sense, there was nothing there to make sense in the the first place. Reality was slow in coming, what was only about four hours seemed like months, dust had set in a light coat over him before his eyes finally cracked open. Even what he saw made no sense to him.

Groaning Taylor pushed himself up to a sitting position. Things began to slowly slide together in his mind. Each passing second brought another memory, each memory seemed to be a knife driven through his heart. Yet they were still incomplete. What lay before him was a wasteland. A miserable wasteland. A wasteland that signified years of hard work. What he had built out of the dust had returned to it’s original state.

Gasping in pain he got to his feet, each step brought a stabbing pain in his side and the wind rushing by his face felt like a flurry of needles ripping through his flesh. He slowly trudged his way through what used to be his village. His home and the home of four hundred and seventy five other men and women of around his age of nineteen. The entire place had been ripped apart. Dismantled homes lay strewn across what used to be a road, dismembered bodies lay across the place, flesh had been ripped off of them by some sort of creature. Taylor strove to remember what had happened, but the more he thought the blurrier it became. All he could manage where vague recollections and feelings of terror.

The next hour was spent slowly pacing what had once been a village, striving to fill the gaps in his memory. Finally weariness and pain over came him and he sat down against a larger piece of rubble.

Within a few minutes his head lolled to the side and he succumbed to sleep. This however was short lived. Just as his eyelids closed and sleep overcame him he was quite literally yanked from reality.

With a miserable scream Taylor fell through a hole in the ground, and the fabric of time and space. With a loud thump he landed hard on the floor of a large room filled with strange beings. Groaning he looked up into the face of a startled coppery haired girl and moaned:

“This had better be a freaking dream.” Then passed out.

It was raining, of course it was raining. Vin scampered up the slippery rock that overlooked the town. He must’ve just crossed into Cyrodiil on his way south, toward Valenwood, toward home. That is if he could make it there. It had been eight years since he saw his home town of Diss, and two years on the run as a deserter. He missed the ancient forest. How the sunlight broke up through the canopy of branches. He missed the smell of dirt and leaves. A crack of thunder shook him to the present.

“Perhaps there is someplace in that village I could get out of this rain” Vin thought to himself “And perhaps spend the night.”

He pulled up the collar around his jacket and made his way toward the lights of the town.

“Pardon me sir” Vin said has he relived a slightly inebriated Imperial of his purse of coins, and headed off down an ally toward the high street.

“STOP ELF” shouted a guard, Vin knew he shouldn’t have risked taking that mans money in the open like that, but he was exhausted, impatient, hungry, and had not rested in days. Vin rounded a corner and started to climb up some scaffolding to the thatched roof. He had just grasped the first handful of straw when he felt someone grip his ankle. “Gotcha” Vin was struck over the head by something heavy and blacked out.

He woke up on the familiar cold stone floor of a jail cell. A Bosmer with no papers could buy off the guards if he wanted but not one with a Legion tattoo on his forearm, and here he was in Cyrodiil home of the Imperials themselves, this was the end. In the morning he knew his neck had a date with an axe. He sat up so he could orient himself with his surroundings. there was the cell door, solid oak trimmed with iron. There was tin plate on the floor in front of him with god knows what on it already being enjoyed by a rat. There was a small crate obscuring something on the wall behind it. He pushed it aside, and saw a small hatch, no more than two feet tall and two feet wide. “A Wood Elf could fit through there” Vin thought to himself. He reached into the side of his boot and found a short blade, the guards clearly couldn’t be bothered to fully check him for weapons, Vin could hear them laughing down the hall, apparently enjoying some brandy for the good work they did catching a deserter. Vin stuck the blade between his teeth, pulled the hatch open and crawled inside.

On the other side he blinked in the firelight, it was far too bright and the mood far too boisterous to be a jailhouse. Vin stood up and slid his dagger into his jacket but kept his hand on the hilt, still wary. He looked around at what was clearly an Inn, that part he understood. He saw Imperials, Bretons, and Mer. But there were also creatures he could not comprehend, in all manner of dress. Pulling his collar up he walked to the bar. There had clearly been a small comotion as there was a young man laying on the ground. Vin saw a green skinned woman who smiled as she walked away from the crowd toward Vin. Apparently she was the barkeep.
“What can I get you?” she asked pleasantly
Vin sat on a red stool “Uhh, bottle of Flin?” he fumbled for the purse which the guard still hadn’t had time to take from him. He found a few coins dropped them on the bar and brought the bottle to his lips.

“Get out of my face!” Taylor leaped to his feet, trying to make sense of the copper haired girl with her box and the strange and fantastic creature that surrounded him.

“Now there’s no need to get upset.” The freakish cyclops man said calmly.

Taylor drew his knife and looked around warily. “Where am I?”

“You’re in the Nexus.”

“Yeah thanks, that helps.” He said sarcastically.

“Just sit down, have a drink, and we’ll explain it all to you.” The strange creature was clearly not threatened by the knife so Taylor sheathed it and complied.

He sat down next to the only other normal person there, the girl who’s lap he’d fallen in. After some sort of drink had been given to him he turned to her and asked in a much more subdued voice, “So who are you?”

Adding a stability rift would help with the location stabilization, but what if– Astrid was startled out of her thoughts when the elf spoke.

“Do you know what this place is?”

“Uh,” she replied, again ineloquently. “The Nexus? I think it’s some sort if inter-dimensional bar. Maybe with one of those odd wormholes in the basement…” She started zoning out again, but not before she caught the elf’s look at her food. It had gone completely cold, as things were prone to do if she was thinking about programming. “You want some?” she asked finally. “I’m not going to eat it, if that’s what you’re thinking.” She turned back to her computer and began typing in a simple code to keep her mind off of what had just happened in the last ten minutes.

Name: Nala Orlia
Age: 24
Race: Whisperer
Origin (such as planet, world, etc): From Fyglia, a strange wooded planet where all different creatures live somewhat harmoniously.
Hair color: Black
Eye color: Black
Skin color: Pale Green, ebellished with swirly black patterns, like tatoos
Height: 6’0″
Weight:
General appearance: She has straight hair which is cropped at about shoulder length, choppy with a side parting and fringe (bangs for you Americans). She wears nothing but a scrappy black dress which is worn thin in many parts.
History: Nala is training to be a Ephilanthropist, someone trained in making people “forget”, she isn’t brilliant at it yet but once you touch the palm of her hand you immediately forget whatever it is that she wants you to, she’s training to hone in her skills and make her whole body work in the same way. In order to do this she lives in an academy for those with powers, leaving behind her family and friends at home, she hasn’t been there long.
Special skills (if any): See above.
Mentality (what do they believe in): Using her power for good, she needs to forget some things in her past and she wishes that her power will be able to help others.
Anything else you can think of:
Pictures:

• This reply was modified 140 days ago by  Beckie.

((OOC: @ladycorliss Ok, I’ll just have Nala. I thought having a street urchin hanging around being a nuisance would be fun but I obviously don’t know what you were planning ))

Vin knew people dressed strangely in many of the foreign cities he passed through, yet something was very strange about this girl. He couldn’t place her accent. He wanted to ask so many questions, about the strange book like window in front of her and about how she could be from a different planet. Vin figured he should still play it cool. He sat down next to them, at least he wasn’t the most disheveled one in the room as he looked at the boy on the other side of the girl. He looked back at the girl trying to meet her eyes, and decided a direct approach.

“My name is Vin, I am a Bosmer from Valenwood. Where I am from you’re people would call me a Wood Elf. What is your name? How did you get here? The last thing I know I was crawling-”

Vin knew better than to tell someone he was just in a jailhouse “-Crawling in a basement and I ended up here.”

Taylor looked at the drink in front of him, he couldn’t quite place what it was, but he was thirsty and exhausted after losing so much blood. Fortunately the gashes on his face had mostly scabbed over, although still looked like he’d been bathing in blood.

Lifting the drink to his lips he took a swig of the green liquid. His first impulse was to gag and spit it out, but he swallowed and kept a straight face.

Setting the drink back down he turned to the other two people who were conversing next to him, the girl looked shockingly neat to him, her clothes weren’t as weathered as his own, nor did she have a very worn look about her. Her skin was also darker, having lived most of his life underground Taylor’s skin was pale, almost to the point of transparency. Her computer was like nothing he’d ever seen, in the vault they’d had large screens attacked to the walls, but nothing that could be carried around with such ease.

He shifted his attention to the smaller pointy eared fellow. He looked like a mess, still cleaner then him though. There was something odd about him though, something none human. Not that Taylor was fully human, but he still retained most of the features of one.

Sighing he decided that he might as well include himself in their conversation, he ran his hand across his mouth to clear away the dried blood that had almost sealed it shut and asked, “So then, who are you two?

“So then, who are you two?”

Astrid turned around to see “the scruffy boy who landed in my lap” speaking. He still had dried blood on his face, his skin was still pale, and he was looking longingly at her laptop. She quickly closed it and stuffed it back in its case. She didn’t like to be judgmental, but he looked like he would swipe it if he got a chance. “Name’s Astrid. Astrid…uh…” she paused for a second, thinking it wouldn’t be wise to give out her full name to the scruffy kid and the weird wood-elf thing. “Actually, just call me Astrid.” They were looking at her strangely. No wonder. She had put in all of her piercings that morning, and had just started gauging her ears. “Yours?” she asked him. Jerking a thumb over her shoulder, she said, “This is…Van?”

She turned back to the elf. “Van, right? Yeah. I was running away from the cops and got into an old office building. I went up some stairs, then up some more stairs, then got here.”

((OOC: @ Emily “Princess”: You’re certainly not too late. And I don’t know exactly what to call you…is Emily fine? Or would you prefer something else?))

• This reply was modified 140 days ago by  LadyCorliss.

Finally Nala worked her way over to the bar. She looked at the barman expectantly, “I guess if you work here you must know what the pakao this place is?” She asked the person who she recognized as a cyclops, there had been a few of them hanging around in her old town. He just grunted, yeah, the other cyclopes she’d met hadn’t been men of many words either. He gestured over to the barmaid who immediately scurried over and started talking to Nala in a very bubbly way.

“This is the Nexus of course!” She said, “Must be your first time here, right?” The lady was just so, welcoming, Nala felt at ease.

“Yeah that’s right, I’m new to the Academy,” Muttered Nala, embarrassed.

“Oh, you’re not still in the academy here, I don’t even know which academy you’re talking about, why, this place can be reached from anywhere,” The barmaid said happily, “Here, these guys are new too, maybe you want to sit near them.”

“Ok,” Nala said awkwardly.

She took the advice of the barmaid and sat a few seats away from the crowd. There were 3 of them a girl and 2 men, though Nala had never seen any of the species before though. She didn’t introduce herself, being the shy girl she was but hoped one of them would say something.

Taylor eyed the mini computer curiously as Astrid quickly shoved it into her bag. Astrid was a quaint girl, her piercings reminded him of a few of his friends who had joined him in his expedition out of the vault.

“My name’s Taylor, Taylor Glass.” He said, not really caring if they knew his name or not, it’s not like it would help them against him any. “Van? Interesting, and what exactly are you?” He paused and turned to Astrid “I’m gonna take a guess and say you’re…nothing out of the ordinary, Astrid.”