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Started February 06, 2020 by @PrettyLittlePyro

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Basics
Birth Name: Sage Jones
Preferred Name: Sage
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Element: Earth
Deity You're Representing: Geia, the Earth Goddess
Powers: Sage can grow plants on command, though they usually only last as long as she concentrates on them, unless they are picked like a flower. She also has an uncanny sense of direction. Unfortunately, as stubborn as she can be, she can lose strength and energy very quickly
Personality: Sage is shy and sweet, but she happens to be stubborn in everything she does. Sometimes, it can work in other's favor, as having her on your side almost guarantees that you'll have a loyal person there until the bitter end. If you're against her, however, gods help you. She tends to be picky over who she lets in, and keeps any real feeling besides happiness under lock and key, but she is fiercely protective of the few she does let in, and would do anything for someone she happens to care about. She's a little hyper and odd, but she really just wants to live life and not be stuck anywhere. The type that would drag you out to dance in the rain.

Appearance
Hair: Long, wavy, brown locks she dyed pastel pink streaks through. It falls to her waist, and she ties it back with a bandanna when she's working, or things get serious to keep the bangs over her forehead (and often in her eyes) out of her face.
Basic Body Shape: Fairly petite, and very skinny. She looks like she could break with a good hard hit.
Physical Flaws: She has freckles on her face and shoulders and legs from being outside so much, and usually has dirt under her nails from helping her mother with the plants and the plants in her own room.
Preferred Clothing: Cuffed skinny jeans, beat up converse, and old tee shirts (usually 60s and 70s rock bands) with an oversized cardigan or a denim jacket over it
Face: Round, with bright green eyes peeking out of those brown bangs. Her skin is tanned, and sometimes a little sunburned after summertime
Distinguishing Features: A scar on her left hand. It's a long, white line across the palm, from when she tried to catch a falling knife and accidentally caught the blade
Other: Nope

Other
(All optional)
Backstory: Grew up fairly normal. The only abnormal thing was her odd affinity for caring for the plants her parents grew and sold in their shop.
Other Family: Just her parents
Dislikes: Homework, cloudy days, actually talking about things, being stuck indoors, thunder and lightning (she agrees with Freddie Mercury. Very very frighting.)
Likes: The night sky, sunny days, rain, plants, coffee, old books, old records, thrifting
Special Skills/Talents: Can usually tell what's wrong with a wilting plant, can play a few songs on guitar (mainly Bob Dylan songs and a handful of others, but it's something)
Anything else you want to add: Nah

Basics
Birth Name: Wren Alyx
Preferred Name: Wren
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Element: Water
Deity You're Representing: Lir, God of the sea
Powers: Manipulating water and waves, making clouds and mist
Personality: He is a little shy but if you get past that, he will be a great friend.

Appearance
Hair: Wren has brown hair that comes to his chin.
Basic Body Shape: Wren is a fit person, but nothing over the top.
Physical Flaws: He often has cuts and can not maintain strength
Preferred Clothing: Ripped blue jeans and a white short-sleeved shirt black combat boots
Face: Slightly round, he doesn't have any beard, but he has scars on his cheeks and nose
Distinguishing Features: He has heterochromia. His left eye is a cyan blue and his right eye is yellow. Wren also some sort of mask to cover up his scars on his nose
Other: Nope

Other
Backstory: Wren's family was abusive, he got bullied at school. One day Wren fought them and won, then he didn't go home that day.
Other Family: Just his sister.
Likes: Riding ships in the sea, cloudy or rainy days and music.
Anything else you want to add: Wren has black blood.
(I'm pretty sure that's it all)

Before, aliens were only ideas, characters in stories that everyone had laughed at. Before, they were talked about carelessly, as if not very important, or not an issue. Before, laughter was allowed, and no one lived in fear. Before, everyone was alive.

But this was not Before. This was After. People were dead, or in hiding. There were stories of death, and being found out, by the aliens who had torn a hole in the very fabric of Earth's reality. People were still being found, by the creatures called Racers, daily. It was rumored that the secret police of the Racers, the Finders, who were said to be telepaths, were to thank for that. It could also be the fact that they had such advanced technology. Earth had thought that they were advanced - the Racers were even more so.

Cressida was afraid. Constantly. It was almost normal, now, the fear. She could taste it in her mouth, that coppery tang. She could no longer remember living in a world without constant fear and terror. It had been so long ago.

She ducked her head, staring at the ground, as a Racer passed in the distance. She bolted to the shelter of the cave, and slid in. Around the fourth year the Racers had been there, someone had discovered that they had no idea what to do about underground. They had no technology to get under there, and seemed to fear the cold, damp, lightless place.

Sage was walking along one of the low, damp, dark tunnels. The space always felt so closed it, almost claustrophobic without the comfort of safety around her. She tugged at the long sleeves of her cardigan, warm breath collecting in clouds of mist before before her face. The girl hummed to herself, shivering slightly in the chill. Someone else entered from somewhere in the tunnel, letting a breeze in for a split second. She could only hope they were friend, not foe.

"For the times, they are a-changin'." Yeah, Bob, you could say that. Bit of an understatement, really.

Calida was sitting, playing with a stick, singeing each end with her fingers, seeing which side would burst into flame first. She knew she couldn't live like this forever, but she couldn't accomplish much as-is. It wasn't uncommon for her to take a step outside, only to run back, scared of the Racers–but she'd never admit that.
Perking up to the sound of footsteps, she rose.
"Who's there?" Callie boomed, trying to sound intimidating. In all honesty, she wasn't at all intimidating-looking.