Name: Beau Teller (Pronounced like Bow)
Age: 17
Sexuality: As Straight As A U-Turn
Gender: Male
Clan: Sluwteit
Supernatural Ability: He has the ability to mimic other powers, but it can only go to some extent. The power can drain him quickly.
Personality: Beau is generally sarcastic and laid back, and can be reserved at first. He can be quite hostile and doesn't take great care of himself either. Likes to laugh and create mischief, but can also lose his patience quickly. Once he opens up, he's very protective and gentle.
Appearance: https://i.pinimg.com/originals/c3/aa/05/c3aa05ec0274bc3d1ac092357e7d9797.jpg Natural white-blond hair that is usually in a messier style from all the times he forgot to brush it. His skin is lighter with pale freckles on the bridge of his nose and on his shoulders. Icy blue eyes that can sometimes shift to a greyer color. Around 5’10 and lean/lanky.
Background: I'll come up with this is as I go. . .
Other: Likes to make finger guns.
(oh my gosh, I can already imagine Vien falling head over heels for Beau)
(Lmao, Beau would probably like Vien too. Vien's a really cool character.)
(thanks lol. now I've got another ship to add to my already ridiculously large collection)
( Holy Schist, I was only gone for one night people!)
(Hey I'm back but I don't really know what to do…)
(oof ok, see ya Leafy)
Vien waited in line behind Wess, fumbling with his wallet while he waited. He ended up ordering a caramel mocha, somehow managing not to drop his wallet as he paid and accepted the coffee. "Would you like to s-sit down?" he asked, gesturing to a small, out of the way booth near one of the windows
(Ok, I am back!)
Wess nodded, “Sure!” Wess took a seat and sipped his coffee. He looked out the window, looking at the scenery.
Vien slid into the booth as well, his foot tapping to hide the nervous tics that tended to cause his twitching to get worse. He sipped his coffee absently, trying to think of something to say
The silence of the library made Tristan the slightest bit scared, and he noticed that it did. I need to get out of here. As Jean-Jacques Rousseau said: Absolute silence leads to sadness. It is the image of death. He began walking faster, trying to remember his way out of the library.
The two kept walking until Dalton found what he thought was the source. A large, metal vault door with pictures of each clan's mascot imprinted into the steel. "I think it's in there."
Cicada grinned, "Well let's get in!"
Dalton laughed, thinking now wasn't a good time for a That's what she said joke. "Yeah, let's go."
Cicada walked up to the vault door. She looked around for the way to open it.
"Wait, there's writing on it." Dalton drew closer to the door to read it, "That is not English." He sighed trying to read it out loud. With every word he struggled through a new bead of yellow light appeared on the door lighting up the mascots.
“So, the weather am I right…?” Wess asked, trying to fill the awkward silence, but he had a feeling he had just made it more awkward.
Cicada watched as the mascot lit up, "Keep going! I think it's working."
Dalton smiled, "I know this I think," He stepped back and continued talking in the language as if he knew it. The light filled patterns around the circular vault door until it faded and the door creaked open.
Cicada smiled as the vault opened. She pulled it open wider, "After you."
Dalton groaned but didn't protest any further, it was his turn. He stepped through the door and then stopped, amazed at what he saw, it was huge. Carved into stone on the far wall in front of him were all four clan mascots, each had a running waterfall that fell into a pool underneath, the water was perfectly clear.
Cicada followed after, "Woah. This is cool. I wonder what this is for?"
"Fancy swim team." Dalton joked
Cicada laughed, "Maybe. It seems more like a place spirits would live. Maybe it is where spirits live."
"Who's spirits?" Dalton said still looking around. The place seemed to be lit with natural light but he couldn't tell where it came from.
"Maybe the founders of this place?" Cicada suggested, "It would match up with the aesthetic of this place."
"That's likely." another rat scampered around his feet, "Maybe we should get out of here and come back later."
Cicada looked at him. Her hand went to her hip, "Are you scared?"
"No like I said I'm just-" He stopped talking when he heard a deep grumble that echoed through the room.
Cicada looked around, "Where did that come from? Let's check it out."
Dalton backed up, "That sounds like a horrible decision that will 100% get us killed."
Another grumble came after that but it sounded like more of a roar now.
(Is the roar loud? I want to know if Tristan would hear it from where he is)
