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fem | 25 | bi | traveler | fire
scent; warm caramel, burning embers, soft leather
mood; grumpy |location; training room | tags; open
The blinds were open in the training room, the sun drowning the large room in its pale light. She wore a pair of black leggings and a black crop top. Her feet bare and her hair pulled into a high ponytail trailing down her back. Waiting for the mutants who would be attending her combat class, she sat cross legged on the mat that lay in the middle of the room. She was one of the best fighters in the house, so she taught the others what she knew. While not all of them would go up in battle on a regular basis, the chances of the house coming under attack was not impossible so Nova felt it best to prepare all of them for the worst.
Her eyes were softly closed, her back held straight. She'd taken yoga for a bit, trying to find ways to control the anger that had filled her after she lost her parents. The woman had found herself years after the disaster, been able to bring herself back from just being a firebug. She had now found a new family and a home that was safe, a house full of people like her. Her skin prickled with the energy that made her a mutant, a burning heat flowed across her flesh. If she dropped her control it would erupt into flames, replacing her skin and eating at the air around her. At full power her body would disappear, no more bones or muscles, just fire in the general shape of a human. She didn't take that form often, there was no need. She was strong enough without it. Besides, she couldn't use that form to train the others, very few of them would even stand a chance.
She opened her eyes and raised her gaze to the door, hearing people talking happily outside. For a house full of mutants, there wasn't a lot of conflict or drama, thankfully. A handful of them were still young and careless, causing the others to worry, but there was human stuff. Kids were always reckless, it was nothing truly worrisome.
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fem | 21 | bi | resident | tattoos
scent; menthol, peppermint, melted chocolate
mood; excited | location; training room | tags; open
She'd woken up in a good mood, not an abnormal thing for her. She enjoyed living in the house, it was a safe haven for her. She'd been sent off to live there after her parents found out about her powers, a good excuse to wake up on the wrong side of the bed. But the woman couldn't help but feel happy when she was surrounded by people with similar stories and pasts. It was like having a family that you'd chosen and who understood your every feeling.
She moved down the hallway, wearing her maroon exercise shorts and white tank top. Her pale skin was covered in tattoos from head to toe, leaving only her hands and face untouched. Art of weapons, armor, and animals littered her body, intermittent with random tattoos like flowers, skulls, and designs. It was a shock the first time you saw her without all of them covered, she looked like any trouble making kid until she took of her jacket and she suddenly appeared dangerous. She grinned to herself, she love the reaction she got. It fueled a dark sense of humor deep inside of her, the feeling she'd gotten when her mother had cast her out like she hadn't matter.
The walls were smooth and painted a cream color, like every other house in the world. The training room was off the side of the house, an add on to prevent the mutants from destroying the ancient walls they called home. She stood outside the metal door. She usually took the morning training class, it helped wake her up and left the rest of her day open for her to explore the world.
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male | 27 | hetero | resident | fangs and claws
scent; fresh air, citrus, woods, animal fur
mood; tired | location; dining room | tags; open
He rolled out of bed, hitting the button on his alarm clock. His hair was messy and his eyes droopy with sleep. Not a morning person, he struggled to wake when the sun came into his bedroom window. He let out a tired groan before sitting up, pushing the blanket off his body, letting it land in a crumbled heap at the foot of his bed. He slept in a pair of exercise shorts, leaving his muscular chest bare. He didn't bother to grab a shirt before padding out of the room on bare feet. He used his large hands to finger comb the knots from his long curly hair. His face was covered in a scruffy beard. He was a on mission, a quest to find food.
The hallways were bustling with mutants of every kind, barely psychics to Phoebe who looked like a giant spider. Ink walked past him, her art covered body sticking out like a sore thumb among the human appearing mutants. He offered her a smile as she made her way to the training room, his fangs poking out over his lips. He had started leaving his fangs in his mouth all the time rather than just forming them during a fight. They did cause him have to eat more of a carnivore diet, though he didn't really mind. The dining room was coming up ahead, he could already smell breakfast being made by the less strong mutants. They weren't forced into the position, but rather opted out of the fighting. He didn't mind, it made it so he could grab food whenever he needed to.
He opened the door and stepped inside. It was a large room with several small wooden tables scattered around. He worked his way around the seating before poking his head into the kitchen. An older mutant greeted him and asked him what he wanted. Bacon, sausage, and french toast. The woman laughed and told him she'd have it right out. The only meal that wasn't set up like a restaurant was dinner. During dinner they'd all sit down and Nova would tell them the announcements of the day and afterwards they'd all chow down on the feast like meal the cooks had prepared, sharing stories and parts of their days.
