Avankiri

Action/Adventure
Drama
Magic (In the spiritual sense)

There was no real difference between the children themselves, or their extremely special abilities. Yes, they were special indeed. Who else in the whole world could use the wings that all people in the world had, but few could even see. These wings allowed for accelerated movement in the form of a dash-like hovering, or even the ability to jump great heights, or land from a high fall without even a scratch. These children were taught to use weapons of different sorts, from medeival to modern day. Each weapon type the children chose seemed to go with the form of their wings. A child who chose the bow or gun usually had hawk wings. A child with a sword had angel wings. And a child with clubs had wings like a butterfly.

There seemed to be no use for them, so the project to use them was scrapped, and they were supposedly executed. Only 5 children survived. They each went their separate ways, each having no recollection of the others. They were each adopted into different orphanages in different cities, where people noticed their wings...and something else...

Each child showed signs of what was at first classified as schizophrenia. But then, the doctors and orphanage caretakers could ignore the ramblings no longer. The children were forced to speak about what they felt and saw. Each child told the tale of a strange being with no body or shape, but a gentle voice that seemed to guide them to what they felt was best in a situation. These 'beings' were then classified as "Guardian Spirits", and the children were sent away to a new research lab.

Each child, as well as having a different pair of wings, also had a different sort of Guardian Spirit. It was assumed that there were three main types. There was the Divine type, which resembled a woman's voice with a motherly tone; then the Bestial type, which was extremely protective of the child it lay within, often telling the scientists to stop or it would tear them apart; lastly was the Demonic type, which bore a sarcastic tone and used its humoring wit at any time possible.

The lab was eventually shut down, and the children all moved to the same foster parent, a member of an ancient family that was supposedly royalty. This family was known as Amaranth. That was 3 years ago.

Name: Zerodyme Amaranth
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Wing type: Prime Angel, wings that arch sharply upward, then curve back to the ground.
Weapon: long, one bladed katana
Spirit Type: Divine
Personality: Often the quietest of the adopted children, Zero keeps to himself and prefers reading and practice to being loud and completely obnoxious. He and the others have never faced a real battle before, and thus he has never had anyone to truly test himself against.

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Lydia

Name: Analisa
Age:19
Gender: Female
Wing type: Hawk wings
Weapon: Two Jual Ksc- Sword cutlass Beretta 92's.
Spirt Type: Bestial
Personality: With spilt personality she always been consider an outcast. When she was clam relaxed and happy she was sweet kind and very pouplar. But when her other personality kicks in she's rude mean and well a sarcastic bitch. That personality kicks in when she's upset or mad.

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Lydia

( If thats to big, I'll take it off. I figured it was. I assume were all the same age?)

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Avankiri

(Yeah, pretty much, we're basically all just a few months apart. And they all live in the Amaranth Manor, btw.)

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Lydia

(Ok i fixed it. I just took it out.)

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Poparteeb

Name: Loki Ragnarok
Age:16
Gender: Male
Wing type: 4 carbon matrix composition wings jutting like a long x behind his back
Weapon: Sniper Rifle and trench knife for close combat
Spirt Type: Demonic
Personality: Witty, sarcastic, and blunt, Loki never endeared himself to anyone, neither did he make an enemy out of anyone either. However, once recklessly killing a mob boss for trying to take advantage of a young girl, he is on the run from the mob. His other personality, well....hasn't kicked in yet.

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-You better know what you need to do, otherwise, is there a point to living?

Avankiri

(Pop, what the hell kind of wings are those supposed to be? Ya make them sound like machines.)

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Poparteeb

(kinda like machines, like cyborg parts)

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-You better know what you need to do, otherwise, is there a point to living?

Avankiri

(You do know these wings are actually a part of your spritual make up. Basically, they are the physical manifestation of your spirit. I don't think robotics would be in the equation...)

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Poparteeb

(no but its not really robotics, its like organic materials mixed with inorganic compounds from being experimented upon )

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-You better know what you need to do, otherwise, is there a point to living?

Avankiri

(Ah, ok. Btw, all of the children are only a few months apart.)

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Avankiri

Zero yawned and slowly sat up from the bed, scratching his aching head. He'd been sitting up in his room for nearly an hour. He could hardly remember the dream he'd had, but he was fine about it. He stood and stretched, then grabbed a change of clothes; a pair of black pants, his white button-up shirt, and the usual black T-shirt. He put on his brown steel-toes and walked downstairs to the kitchen, putting his keys in his pocket. As usual, everyone else was there, already eating with their 'father', a man whom Zero both honored and despised. He felt Artemis was just too...trusting of others, per se.

Zero sat down at the table, plucking a piece of bacon from Analisa's plate and half an egg from Loki's, eating like the gentleman Artemis had raised him to be. "What time is school starting this year, again?" He asked the question groggily. He still felt tired, even though he went to bed at 7:00 yesterday evening and woke up at around 4:00 that morning.

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Poparteeb

Loki grinned and yawned. Before answering he stole an egg from Zero's plate and a sausage from Analisa's. He was wearing his usual casual outfit, the exact opposite of Zero's gentlemanly getup consisting of faded denim and a 30 Seconds to Mars band T-shirt half tucked in of course. (btw 30 seconds to mars is an awesome band)

"Ah. I think like 7:00 am. Too early, much too early!"

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-You better know what you need to do, otherwise, is there a point to living?

Avankiri

(30 seconds to Mars is an estimate, Pop. And Zero's clothes style isn't gentleman. It's badass. Who else could pull off a black T with white button up and black pants and boots except the guy who played so much Final Fantasy VIII as a kid at the facility that he told the others he would grow up to be just like Squall?)

Zero nodded and rubbed his eyes, sighing. "It's already 6:30...We're gonna be late if we don't get a move on." He wolfed down the rest of his meal, then stood and walked away to get his backpack. He looked through his keys and sighed. "Analisa, you get the Hummer this time. The black one, not the brown one. The brown one needs an oil change...And Loki, you take Rin and Kimari in the light red Corvette. The blue one's got a flat tire. I'll get my bike and meet you guys out front in a bit." He handed the two each a key, then turned away and walked back out the door to the garage...I'm sorry, the car museum.

Seriously, there were vehicles from all sorts of companies and years in there. Zero picked out his bike and sat down on it, putting the key in the ignition. He smiled lightly and pulled off into the front yard, taking his position as the lead this time and waiting for the others.

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Lydia

Analisa finished the rest of her meal. Standing up her short skirt moved back into place, and her button up white shirt was left with two button's undone. Grabbing her bag she looked at Zero, " but i want to ride the motorcycle. Please let me ride the old v-rod in the back. Nobody ever drives it." Time after time she's tried to get Zero to let her drive it. But time after time, her would refuse, for reason's she didn't know. Walking up she did her best anglic smile grabed his arm. " Pretty Please." batting her eyelashes. Her deep purple eyes stared at him.

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