forum Every Action //REBOOT, 5/5, CLOSED//

Started March 14, 2020 by @PrettyLittlePyro

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Basics
Birth Name: Caspian O'Connell
Preferred Name: Caspian
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Element: Water
Deity You're Representing: Noelani, Child of the Seafoam and Goddess of Health and Protection
Powers: Caspian can control water, but he can't make it out of thin air. The thing about his power is that he can only control water, so if he tries to manipulate salt water, he'd leave behind a bunch of salt, since he can't manipulate it. Since most living things possess a lot of water, he almost always has a source (though he doesn't like using animals or humans for it).
Personality: He's extremely quiet most of the time, only really speaking when spoken to or when he feels he has to. He's got the mentality that if it doesn't need to be said there's no point in saying it, but he also doesn't like hurting others so he'll always reply when they talk to him. He's pretty funny once you've broken open his shell, and does start talking more of his own accord.

Appearance
Hair: Caspian has dark brown hair that's a little overgrown and messy. It falls into his eyes pretty often, which is a nuisance, but he usually just brushes it away.
Basic Body Shape: He's on the thinner side - not looking malnourished, but getting close. He's a bit shorter than average, around 5'6" (168cm).
Physical Flaws: He's covered in freckles. Head to toe, he has freckles all over, and he hates it.
Preferred Clothing: Caspian pretty much lives in hoodies and jeans. They're comfortable and warm, and he likes how it hides how skinny he is. He has a few pairs of shoes, but they're all sneakers, and he only really wears one pair of beat-up converse.
Face: Caspian has darker skin, and his eyes are a plain shade of dark brown that look amber in the sunlight. His features are quite sharp, apart from his eyes, which are rounded and sad looking. He has a large scar running just past his left eye.
Distinguishing Features: His freckles stick out like a sore thumb, but his eyes are quite captivating in the right light.
Other: He has a few scars on his chest and torso, all deep and jagged.

Other
Backstory: Caspian lost his parents at a young age, which left him to be raised by his aunt. They lived in the poorer part of town, where crime was rampant, but they worked together to make life great for the two of them. That was, until the day they went out at night to get groceries for dinner, and were attacked on their way back. He lost his aunt and only just managed to escape the attackers. He hasn't spoken of her since.
Other Family: None that he knows of.
Dislikes: too many people, people who ask lots of questions, white chocolate
Likes: being alone, the ocean, empty buildings, sour foods
Special Skills/Talents: He's extremely observant and notices a lot of things other people don't pay attention to. He's also good at orientation and doesn't get lost easily.
Anything else you want to add:
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The hideout was dark and cool. Everyone walked as silently as they could, speaking in low voices, if at all. It was a place of fear and horror. Everyone was worried that they were going to be discovered or killed. The Racers, the species that had taken over their planet, were to blame. They were brutal killers, and, from the human's network of spies, they had been taking down hidden bases that the humans had thought were hidden and safe.

No one knew how it was happening, but there were rumors of the Finders. "Did you hear? They caught one of our spies and read their mind. That's how the others were discovered."

Holly, frankly, thought it was all bullshit. The Finders were rare, from what she had heard, so they couldn't be everywhere. Besides, the bases that had fallen were all on the other side of the globe. So the tiny base she was in would be fine. It wasn't that important… right?

She was in her room. Each person was assigned a cubicle, to share with one other person. She was lucky enough to not have a partner with her. Her roommate was currently on a mission, and while Holly was worried for her, at least she got the cramped space to herself.

The Racers were supposedly afraid of the underground, so, althought the dim lights and damp smell were annoying, at least she was safe… maybe.

She set down her book and stood at the sound of the dinner bell. It was time to eat.

Flynn hated her roommate. They were polar opposites, and Flynn was always happy to see the other girl go on missions.
She was in her room, strumming softly on her guitar. Music took her away from things.
She was interrupted by the dinner bell. With a sigh, she placed her guitar on her bed. She was thankful, however, since it felt like days since she'd eaten.

Noah was sitting in the hallway outside of his room when he heard the bell, hunched over an old medical book and replicating complex diagrams onto a blank patch of folded-up newspaper. The activity was quiet and helped him fill his head with information that wasn't non-threatening, although drawing in the dark probably wasn't good for his eyes. Either way, it helped pass the time. As people started exiting their rooms all around him, he wordlessly tucked the newspaper into his book and slipped inside the door to his room. He ignored his roommate, someone he hadn't gotten the chance to talk to much, and placed the book underneath his mattress. He didn't really think anyone would try and steal it, but he wasn't keen on risking one of his only forms of entertainment. Taking it to dinner with him wasn't exactly an appealing idea, either. Having accomplished his task, he wandered back out into the hallway and followed the stream of people to the dining place.

The dining room was your typical school cafeteria, with rectangular tables set in rows, with barely any room to squeeze through while going past. The lights were like the rest of the building, dim and white, and the floors, tables and walls were all white… well, more like a dirty gray. The place was glum and silent, the only noises being the faint shuffling of footsteps and the occasional whispers of a braver soul.

Holly got into the food line, picking up a tray. Some mashed potatoes and turkey, looking faintly green in the light, were dished onto the tray, and some cooked vegetables that were limp and sad.

She sighed and smiled ruefully down at her food. It looked dull and plain. At least they didn't have to wear uniforms.

She glanced at the billboard on the wall. They were given new seats today, and she wanted to see where she was sitting. There. Table 7, with four other teens: Farren Rowe, Noah Aubrey Michel, Peter-Flynn Maxen, and Caspian O'Connell.

Per usual, it took Farren a couple of minutes to register the sound of the bell. His eyes scanned an old photograph for any minuscule details that he might have missed, though it's highly unlikely. He shoved the photo deep into his pocket and rushed out his door.
When he's even a couple of minutes behind, though he usually is, it warrants him the last of the food. He slid into line and waited patiently. He offered a slight smile at the woman serving his food who only returned a blank stare. Yep, he had received the end of the food, but at least it was something. He glanced at the billboard and took a seat at the table. He surveyed his tablemates and gave a little wave.

Flynn wasn't the first to react to the bell, but she was a quick walker. Because of this, she was one of the first to get to the food line and get her food.
A quick glance at the Billboard reminded her that they had new seating. Just four more people she didn't really know and probably wouldn't get along with.

Noah nodded his thanks to the food distributor before moving on to his seat. He'd nearly forgotten about the scheduled seating arrangement and had to change mid-course so as not to end up at his previous table. With an inaudible sigh, he glanced appraisingly at his seatmates before quickly taking his seat. He smiled faintly at the one who waved, but otherwise kept silent as he struggled to impale his sad-looking veggies with a flimsy plastic fork.

Holly had her nose buried in a book that she had brought along. She wasn't a huge fan of socializing, plus there was the fact that her tablemates probably didn't want to talk to her, anyway. She was ust a short girl with a reading addiction, nothing cool. Also, they weren't allowed to talk. There was the hand gestures and writing on paper, but that took longer than anyone liked.

Caspian was already seated at his assigned table when the others came to eat. He glanced up at all of them once they were seated, but didn’t greet them and quickly went back to reading the book he’d brought along. It wasn’t a very entertaining read - it was a biology textbook, after all, but it was the only thing he owned that he hadn’t read five times over.

A wind seemed to blow through the cafeteria, though no one but the teens at the table would feel it. It brought the sound of whispers and eerie voices, they would all feel… something. A burst of heat, maybe, or cold. Something to tell of what was to come.

When the wind blew through, Holly gave the tiniest of gasps. Her head erupted in pain, and she clutched it, clenching her teeth. Pictures flashed through her mind, going too fast for her to tell what they were, until it slowed, to a vision of Racers, bursting in through the ceiling. The scene looked exactly like the cafeteria did now, with the enormous clock on the wall. The clock read 14:31.

It was currently 14:30.

She shook her head. She was tired. Nothing would happen, right? This base was a safe place, there was no way they could be found out, not now. She was just afraid. The tension was affecting her. That was it. Soothed, she started to eat.

And then the ceiling collapsed in the middle.

Flynn looked up in confusion as one of the other girls clutched her head. That wasn't something normal, and something that probably wasn't allowed. She ignored it, going back to her mush.

And then the ceiling collapsed in the middle.

Flynn jumped up in surprise, narrowly avoiding her leg getting crushed. "What's happening?" She hissed, loud enough for the others at the table to hear her but soft enough to not be heard by anyone else.

"Racers!" Holly shouted, through the noise of the collapsing. She didn't know how she knew, she just did. She looked at the others at her table. Somehow, they would be important. She beckoned them. "This way!"

Any attempt to skewer his vegetables was abandoned as a sudden wall of wind rushed into him. The flimsy plastic fork fell from Noah's grasp and his spine went rigid. For the tiniest moment, he could've sworn the smell of sad cafeteria food had been drowned out by the unmistakable earthy tones of dirt, and that the stagnant atmosphere had been penetrated by a breeze of fresh, midsummer evening air.

And then it was gone.

He was so unnerved by what had happened that he almost didn't see his tablemate clutch her head in what looked to be some migraine-level discomfort. Almost.

Noah didn't have time to properly process what was going on, so when the ceiling caved in and things went to hell, he was one of the first out of his seat. Without direction, and with the shout of "Racers!", his body made the decision to follow Holly before his brain could catch up.

The ceiling collapsed straight in front of their table and Farren murmured a curse. Farren looked around frantically, not really knowing what to do.
He narrowed his eyes and he swore that something strange filled the cafeteria, but just as it had arrived, it left. He searched the eyes of his tablemates, trying to see if they too noticed the peculiar thing that had just swept through. He couldn't tell if the dining room grew colder or if it was simply him. He dragged himself out of his thoughts as he ran to catch up to Holly.