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 PostPosted: Thu Oct 03, 2013 9:58 pm Reply with quote        
((Crap title is crap. Also, please don't be intimidated by this giant post...It's not my usual length. I just felt the need to describe the basics of the island in detail. Normally, I'll only reply with a decent paragraph or two. I tried to leave it open so your character could already be on the island, or just arriving, since I didn't want to limit you...))

The island was beautiful, a large paradise with plenty of trees and waterfalls, with several streams leading from pond to pond. It almost appeared to be untouched by modern man, only a few huts or buildings here and there made of natural materials. What couldn't be seen were the ships at the sea floor near it, evidence of many shipwrecks. In the center of the woods, there was a tree slightly larger than the rest (More like several gargantuan trees grown so close together they intertwined), with an enormous tree house filling it. It wasn't your usual one room building like most, it was an elaborate house built among the branches.

Just before dawn, a young man stepped out onto a ledge, stretching and yawning sleepily. The boy was nearly seven feet tall, with pale skin, bright blue eyes, and blondish-tan hair. He wore a pair of faded jeans cut into ragged shorts that stopped around his knees and a slightly dirty white t-shirt, with nothing on his feet. The most outstanding thing about this unusually tall teenager, other than his height, was the fact that there were red and gold streaked feathers in his hair that seemed to be growing right out of his scalp. Well, no. Not quite. The truly most outstanding feature of the young adult was the pair of crimson and gold feathered wings attached to his back, sticking out through slits cut in the shirt. They were currently too small to support his weight, at only a few feet across, but they were large enough to be noticeable from a distance unless he kept them folded tightly against his back.

With one last stretch, he stood up straight with his arms at his sides, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. As he exhaled slowly, he began to change. The feathers that were mixed in with his hair began to cover the rest of his body, the clothing seeming to melt into him as he transformed. His knees reversed themselves and his feet became strong talons that gripped the well-worn ledge. Inside, he could feel his bones shifting around, hollowing themselves out. His arms melded into his sides and his wings grew much longer, stretching to a span of about fifteen feet or so. The boy's face and neck changed drastically, his neck elongating like a swan's, and his face protruding into a long, thin, spear-like beak and a more streamlined shape overall. Finally, instead of a mostly-human young man, a large, almost crane-or-stork-shaped bird stood in his place.

Once he had finished transforming, the boy-turned-bird shuffled around a bit, waggling his tail and stretching his wings to make sure he was fully changed. As soon as he was sure, he pushed off of the ledge, flapping powerful wings and circling to get height. He could see the sun start to rise, right on time, as he began to fly in larger circles, inspecting the island he had lived on for centuries. Despite only appearing to be seventeen at the most (Even that was a stretch, and he looked closer to sixteen), the boy was actually from the early 1600's. He managed to keep up on the times well enough, though, and could speak several modern languages fluently along with a few extinct languages that he had learned from other inhabitants of the island. In fact, he was essentially a translator for anyone who couldn't speak the same language as someone they wanted to talk to, like if they wanted to trade or anything.

Nickolas, the bird-boy, stopped about half a mile offshore of the island and just continued to circle. Occasionally, he tried to fly farther out, but it was as if something held him back , like he was a dog at the end of a leash, unable to go farther. He would drop towards the water before gliding back up, watching for anyone or anything in the ocean as he did every day. As the one who had been on the island the longest (Both a perk and a downside of being immortal), he was practically the guardian of the island, and helped anyone who found themselves stuck. Usually he tried to get people to leave before they got stuck on the island, but he couldn't always do that. There was just something about the island that seemed to draw people to it, like moths to a flame. Once the people set foot on the sandy beaches, though, they were stuck forever or life, whichever ended sooner.

Yawning, Nick clacked his beak and shook his head. So far, nothing, just like usual. Satisfied with his morning flight, he began to wheel around aimlessly, working his way down to the beach slowly. Nothing in particular to do today, he didn't think, so maybe he'd just relax on the sand for a while. If anyone needed him, they knew they could go to his treehouse and ring the bell. Currently, there weren't too many others on the island, and they mostly seemed to get along without his interference. Nickolas almost found himself hoping someone new would show up soon. He didn't want anyone to get stuck on the island, but he was starting to get a bit lonely.

Once on the sand, Nick stood for a moment before bursting into a giant fireball. It only took a moment for it to dissipate, and he was in his human form again, with the exception of the small wings on his back. "Hnn, what first, breakfast...? Nap on the beach? Meh." He mumbled to himself, a decidedly Germanic accent to his voice. Shuffling barefoot, he grabbed a piece of fruit off of a tree from the edge of the forest at random and plopped down on the beach halfway between the water and the trees, settling down to wait for something to happen. He seemed to do that a lot; wait. Not much else to do when you've got all the time in the world.
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 PostPosted: Sun Oct 06, 2013 3:03 pm Reply with quote        
Kigo was busy surveying the sea as he was on board a nice ritzy ship, going on a cruise. He had enough money to be able to do so alone, but everyone knew his family and did not mess with them in any way. He could tell there would be a storm coming in soon. He decided to go back to his room, mostly so he could sleep through it.

He didn't much like storms on ships cause then he'd get nauseous and he didn't like being sick when he wasn't at home. He was right about the storm, hearing it minutes away from them as he took some gravol and hoped to sleep through it. He placed his headphones on his ears and stripped down before going into his bed.

He preferred to block out sounds of the storms as well so he wouldn't get motion sickness as easily as he would from thinking about the storms. Soon enough he was out like a light, only to wake up to a mess. He was floating on a piece of the ship's hull, unsure of what had happened, or now he even got there when he was on his bed for the entirety of his sleeping.
He did notice an island coming closer to him but he was far too groggy to make a swim for it, so just stayed there floating closer with each wave.

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 PostPosted: Sun Oct 06, 2013 9:48 pm Reply with quote        
Nick had long since finished his food and had begun to doze off on the beach. The sun felt good on his upturned face, and he simply lay there on the sand, eyes closed and with a content smile. He'd seen the storm in the distance earlier, but it hadn't gone toward the island. That was something odd he'd noticed long ago; storms never made it to the island. It was like the barrier that kept its inhabitants from straying more than half a mile off-shore also kept away foul weather.

After quite some time of simply basking in the sun, Nickolas decided to take a stroll. Maybe he'd find someone, or see something interesting. Ah, who was he kidding? He'd been on the island for centuries and knew the entire place backward, forward, and sideways. There was nothing he didn't know about. But maybe the storm had wrecked a boat or something? It had looked pretty bad...

No sooner had he thought that when he saw something floating in the water, drifting closer to the island slowly but surely. Squinting against the light, Nick studied the shape, trying to see if anyone was there. Spotting a figure laying on the piece of boat, the barefoot male took off at a full sprint toward the water. Not even bothering to discard his shirt or shorts, the winged boy splashed his way out as far as possible before pushing off the sand, swimming powerfully toward the drifting wreck.

Once he was close, Nick folded his wings close to his back. He didn't want to freak out this person more than necessary, and randomly seeing someone with wings tended to make people freak out...It was only a matter of time before the brilliant red and gold wings were noticed, but Nickolas kept them tight against his back anyway. Finally reaching the piece of hull, Nick grabbed onto the edge to keep himself from floating away and used one pale hand to slick the hair out of his eyes. "Er, hallo there. Are you okay?" He asked tentatively in his usual quiet, accented voice, unsure of how Kigo would react to his sudden appearance at the side of the boat. "Wait, probably should've asked if you spoke English first..." He mumbled to himself.
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