Name:
Rhyder

Age:
Nineteen

Element:
Darkness

Personality:
Rhyder is the perfect match for the darkness element; hell, even his name means 'night.' He is not particularly talkative or a very social guy. Quiet, apathetic, teeming with little idiosyncracies. He is, however, very intelligent and will be manipulative if it serves him. Calculating, and with a very antagonistic role in life, when he does speak, it tends to be sarcastic and very unhelpful to any situation. He has a sick sort of personality, one that finds pleasure in other peoples' screw ups. Although, being a boy, a bit of perverted humor is enough to bring about a cheap chuckle.

Appearance:

Gender:
Male

Crush:
N / A

Other:
He can play guitar, dislikes the season of summer, and likes cats and ferrets, the color red, rainy skies, hates pink and yellow, and loves black (p)leather. He is also bisexual :D

 "Well hello Rhyder." Jason said winking.

((I'm sorry guys but i'm not going to be able to start today since i'm going to go see some family. But i will come back tomorow for sure ^^ Go ahead and start without me. Have fun!))

ooc //:

Me too! xD
Thank you daaaahling~ <3

EDIT: Was..that IC, Pugsy? D: -not sure-

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It was about four in the late afternoon, cool enough, and uninteresting, save for the savvy figure who was making his way casually along a sidewalk. He was dressed in black and red leather, a dog collar, chained combat boots, gloves. There was an ominous feel about him, and most people made it a point to avoid coming into close contact with him. No one looked at him directly, but many would sideglance as he was a step or two behind them. His hands were buried in his pockets, and his back was bent in a forward-slouch position. He was the sort of person that police would drive by slowly and circle around a few times, even ask him 'what he was up to,' or 'how his day was going.' If he wasn't being interrogated or a cause for suspicion, then the attention he recieved was generally of the opposite sex. Hell, he was an attractive kid, and continuous requests and offers confirmed that every day. Daily gifts included winks, saucy grins, a excessive touching of the arms, shoulders, and the occasional 'accidental' hand sliding or rubbing his..pride. He was an ob
ject to obsess over, the cl*censored*ic 'tall, dark, and handsome,' and the more he rejected people, the more people wanted him. A vicious and rather desperate cycle, one he sometimes wished he was not a part of. But there were times when it came in handy, like if he was low on cash or was feeling particularly lazy that day. Having a posse to throw themselves willingly upon his bidding was always nice. Regardless, whether it was hated or lusted, he was always in the spotlight for one thing or another, a subject of intense interest.
Today was turning to be no exception. Just as he was beginning to think he would get off the hook for today, he heard a male's voice pipe up by him.
Rhyden turned, an eyebrow raised, and scanned this male. He didn't think it was odd that he knew his name, many people did.
"Yes, hello. Do I know you?" he asked, his voice harboring a hint of sour taste.

(( Yes that was IC :P And false alarm guys I am ready to start! ;D))

Jason smiled at the question the oh so popular Rhyder asked. Of course no one knew who he was. He was the creepy kid that watched everyone while they p*censored*ed by. But he really didn't care because they didn't know who he was at all.

"No you don't. I'm Jason." He said, with a somewhat friendly grin. He'll admit Rhyder was smoking hot. But so was Johny Depp, and you don't see him winking at him. Even though he secretly wanted to.

Either way Jason just kept walking towards a local sweet shop to get some of his favorite treats to take home. He didn't want to see any more girls drooling all over him, then he would feel that horrible sensation that was called jealousy.

(( I guess I'll do my intro for Horatio. o:))

Horatio was outside, waiting for one of his friends. Everyone was doing their normal things, laughing, talking, socializing. All of them wasting their time doing meaningless things, while helpless children and animals lie starving in the streets. The very thought made him burn with anger. He was one of those "tree-huggers", a nerd, a leader, an activist. He sighed and ran his fingers through his long dark hair, wishing for night to greet them. He glanced at his watch, 4:02. He was impatient, wondering when she would arrive. His phone vibrated, and he fumbled to check it. He despised technology, his phone was as simple as possible. He read the text message, it was his friend telling him that she couldn't make it. He huffed, pocketed the phone and stalked down the sidewalk.

He was chilly, despite his slong-sleeved black shirt and white vest. His black slacks were a bit long, they dragged beneath his converse shoes. He pas.sed a well-known guy, Rhyden, who was addressing another guy. Though he was the top of his clas.s, one thing he didn't understand was why people idolized humans who were cold, and shunned most of society. He himself was a warm, nurturing type. This led him to have many friends, mostly female. Still, he knew that everyone saw Rhyder as something to lust for, he observed how peopel always flirted with him, 'accidently' touched him. It's quite ridiculous, he thought, shaking his head.

The warm late afternoon sun beat down on him, chasing away the cool chills that the breeze brought. He continued past the two, and towards a small, brick building where his fellow environmentalists were waiting. He stopped at the door and turned, looking back at the town. People were standing around, children were laughing, the trees were dancing, their leaves twirling to the ground. A pleasant sight, until he spotted the problem they were going to discuss today: Litter.

((I know, I know, long, horrible intro post, but this gives you an idea of what he is like, and what his goals are. I promise my future posts will be more attention-grabbing and interesting. ))

Name:
Lysander

Age:
Twelve

Element:
Light

Personality:
Like his older brother Rhyder, Lysander has a tendancy to be a sarcastic little cuss, and is also outstandingly smart for his age. On the other hand, he is much more cheerful. Lysander enjoys most people and animals, especially very cute or fluffy or colorful ones. The boy lives off of candy and other like sweets, outright refusing to eat anything green. He loves singing and wearing cat/bunny hats, and coloring with crayons. But at te same time, he finds great pleasure in taking things apart and putting them together, like clocks and computers. Friendly, cute, and a ball of sunshine! <3

Appearance:

Gender:
Kyoot Leeettle Boi c:

Crush:
None

Other:
He is Rhyder's younger brother~!

Rhyder's head tilted at this young man, younger than he himself was. The introduction and smile were expected, but he found it a bit odd that the boy just walked away from him.
"Uhm..all right?" he answered, turning his head and watching the kid for a few seconds. "Later, Jason," he muttered, and shrugged. He had more important things to worry about than what was probably another fanboy he was half interested in. His younger brother was expecting him at the candy shop. He was supposed to pick him up and watch him for a few days while their parents were out of town on business. They worked together as business CEOs for an airline, and were continuously on the move. Their father doubled as a lawyer as well, and their mother was a certified nurse, although she didn't serve as one full-time. Needless to say, the two boys generally didn't spend much time with their parents. Because of this, both of them were probably socially awkward and had some sort of mental disorders. Oh well, that's what happened when you probably fit the category of legally neglected. Strolling up to the shop, he noticed a group of eco-friendly people rallying together for..something.
"Freakin' hippies," he muttered, rolling his eyes. He didn't even get the chance to open the door before a light white/blue haired boy wearing a bright yellow hat with kitty ears spazmed out the door, all but tackling him.
"RHYRHY~!" he sang, smiling brightly.
"Rhyrhy, this is going to be so fun! We can play games and eat chocolate and watch movies and-"
"Get you to bed every night and up to school in the morning," Rhyder added.
Lysander frowned at this, and tipped up his nose disapprovingly.
"You sound just like mom and dad!" he pouted, and folded his arms. Rhyder shrugged, but amusement flickered in his gaze.
"I'm sorry you think that. I didn't say what TIME I would have you go to bed, or what DAYS I'd make you go to school. Maybe...you'll come down with the flu and be sick for a day or two," he winked, and chuckled to himself a bit dryly.

Once he was in the sweet shop he sat down at one of the tables. He noticed that just a few tables down there was a large group of people. It sounded like they were talking about letters? Jason didn't have a good sense of hearing so he went with that. He also noticed Rhyder and a little blue haired kid.

'Another admirer...figures.' He thought to himself turning away from both groups to pick something from the shelves.

Today he felt like having a giant lollipop... or maybe some caramels, or donuts, or maybe even some truffles. After drooling at all of them he decided to get one of each. Happy with his bag filled with delicious treats he made his way home while licking the gigantic lollipop.