Alright boys... I'll have the rest after work hopefully... post your peeps, get to know one another lol do what you do...

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A couple of young adults find themselves on vacation in Germany to a mansion owned by a family member of one of the characters. Nearby is a castle said to have been occupied at one time by a great many servants and royals that all strangly disappeared overnight. One of the characters is fascinated by the legend and wants to check it out. In the castle is actually a Deamonic presence and a magical aura, all designed to use your desires and fears against you. Doors take you where they shouldn't, windows show you strange things and the mirrors? Well, they're covered up.. But why? Let's find out!

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Staring out the window, patches of clouds and green fields started changing to clouds and blue water as the plane flew from one place, to Germany. Jack didn’t take her eyes off the window much, her forehead actually leaning against it as they moved. The few friends with her scattered around the plane, they managed to not get seated together. Which was okay, running through the various airports together was fine. This trip was confusing by far. Family coming out of the wood work, extending an invitation to come stay. But what caught her attention most, was that castle that sat not to far from the mansion grounds. It had been locked for years, unmaintained, starting to look like those out of old horror movies. With a old folk tail to match. It started at least a century or more ago. One by one, servants and various other workers started disappearing or fleeing from the grounds without a trace. It was a secret that was mainly hidden at the time of happening. It was until the royals started disappearing. Some claimed they had gone to another kingdom on a form of business, though was never fully answered as to why they never returned, nor why no villager ever saw them leave. Some fake funerals were held for the highers, claiming they were lost at sea, or various other excuses for not returning from ‘traveling’. It wasn’t until there was a mysterious day that the gates leading in were locked, and the castle got eerily quite. Those who managed to escape have shared stories about echoing voices late at night, the sound of pounding on glass, but never anything being seen. Only orders of mirrors being covered in drapes, and hidden away to never see the light of day again. But that is all that is available, not many did escape, and those who did, most thought they were insane anyway. There was also something about the doors, but that was information that was few and far between. Jack just wanted to see for herself. One way or another she’d get into that castle. The muffled voices of various attendants and pilots came over the intercom, ranging in languages alerting the decent and the ready to land. She lifted her head from the window trying to look around a little reminding herself where the others were seated, hoping they could get off the plane at least close together.

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Name: Zeela Mae-Aylasealious Age: 24 Appearance: Zeela is five feet, six inches tall and weighs about 55 kilos. Her hair is thick, straight and just past shoulder length. It's such a dark shade of purple that it appears black until the light hits it. Her skin is fair and smooth and nearly free of any blemishes, save for a single vertical scar running through her right eye. It's a surgical scar where corrupted flesh was removed due to her "death eye" which she inherited from her father. (see bio). Her left eye came from her mother; a color comparable to the highest quality of emerald. Her nose is petite, and her lips are full. Her body is a lean, fit build, nothing extraordinary. She likes to wear loose tops like sweaters and cut tees along with leggings or a variety of shorts. Such clothes allow for plenty of mobility. Bio: Zeela's story is complicated. She belongs to a bloodline of angel/deamon hybrids that bear a name that loosely translates to "Abomination". She was unwanted by her father and her mother simply wasn't ready for a child yet. So she was raised by one of the veteran members of the team her parents were on. He taught her many things and gave her a position in his ranks doing side missions, during her side missions she made friends with Jack and recently heard that something was going on. So, with her adopted father's permission, she has agreed to come and help Jack investigate an anomaly in Germany. Her first time on Earth in years. Side note: the "death eye" allows her to be able to see auras, ghosts and deamons even when they're hiding their true selves. She hides it with her hair in public.

Zeela had never been on an airplane before. Frankly the idea of encasing a bunch of people into a fragile, pressurized metal tube didn't sound appealing to her at all, but that was what Jack had arranged for her and the others, so that was what she did. Mindlessly flipping through the in-flight magazine, Zeela kept her mind off of the imminent danger of the flight by thinking about what was ahead. Why had Jack specifically gotten ahold of her just to peek at an old castle. She didn't know if the others were clued in about the truth behind this 'vacation', but Tsitua had told her to stay on her toes. "Bad things happen when you turn a blind eye to the seemingly benign." He'd said. She smiled at the memory of his attempt at fatherly seriousness. But she knew he was right, even if he was being protective. This was her first time out without one of his friends or teammates with her, and she wasn't about to let her adopted father down. As she heard the many languages announcing the landing, understanding several of them to her surprise, she looked around for Jack. Clearly this trip had been planned last minute. She made eye contact with Jack and put the magazine away. "Finally." She mouthed in relief.

[Hello! Can I join? I'll follow the same format as above for now~ You can tell me if I'm not allowed then I'll just -POOF- LOL]

Name: Charlotte (Krys) Age: 17 Appearance: Average looking high school drop-out. Hair rested on one side with blue x green ombre curls at the end, accessorized with a simple hair clip. Her eyes were naturally brown, but she wore dark contact lenses so she doesn't have to rely on her clumsy-looking glasses. Bio: Her family was the last known witches and wizards that still dwells within this world-- at least that's what her mother has told her before she passed away. All her families passed away during their 30s, perhaps it's a curse? Generations of her family has tried their best to figure out the secret behind the countless deaths, but even with all the efforts spent studying into their trusty Grimoire-- they all ended in the same pathetic end. The most successful one in terms of being close to the truth was Charlotte's mother, Annabelle, who came to the conclusion of a mysterious castel found in Europe that hid its greatest secrets within its walls. Especially, one the libraries was what caught her attention. She had theories that one of the books would hold the remedy to treat her "curse", as she mentioned. Before she was ready to set out she collapsed and passed away. Witchcraft wasn't welcomed in the human society, so she had to hide her powers in order to fit in-- but sometimes "side effects" are shown from time to time due to the suppression of her power... Note: Charlotte was always seen carrying some sort of crystal accessories that were used to channel her emotions. In order for her to put her power under control, she would have to remain calm at all times. With the various crystals, they would work their magic to prevent any unwanted accidents. Her friends noticed her strange "obsession" with crystals and decided to give her Krys as her nickname.

"Well, great." Charlotte rolled her eyes in disbelief as she witnessed her Grimoire flew out of her bag and disappeared behind the closed doors after arriving to her destination from a dimensional portal. She sighed lightly and brushed the dust off her skirt. The air was thick and an unnatural fog surrounded the structure; the eerie atmosphere was enough of a warning sign for any normal human being to stay as far as possible, but for Charlotte, that's not enough of a reason to stop her. She couldn't help but noticed her legs were slightly shaking, as she tried to stay calm while her crystal bracelet was emitting various vivid colors. It's hard for a scardey cat like Charlotte to just "chill out", but she had to tone her emotions down before it disturbs what ever lies beyond the entrance. She has no invasion power now that her Grimoire's gone, so she really need to find it before anything bad happens. After taking a few deep breathes, Charlotte simply entered the castle.

((jumps in with a splash))

Jareth Sadi grabbed his carryon bag and left the plane close behind his friend. Jack had approached him and several others among her circle of friends for this unusual trip. He hadn't minded, since he'd never had the chance to do much travelling in his twenty-three years, and this was the perfect opportunity to broaden his horizons. The plane trip had made him nervous, and he was glad to be back on the ground. He breathed a sigh of relief when he stepped into walkway that lead from the plane to the terminal. "I do not relish the flight back," he said aloud, brushing some of his ruddy brown hair out of his face. He was average height, but tended to slouch a bit, and his faintly tanned skin was sprinkled with freckles.

"Don't go borrowing trouble," Amuné Ris commented from behind and to one side. The girl was only nineteen, almost twenty, one of Jack's younger friends, and the older woman had asked her along primarily for her sensitivity to magic, and ability to catch brief glimpses of potential futures. The teen had her straight brown hair cut to chin length, and her tall, slim figure had only the barest of curves. "There's enough to worry about at the castle, if the tales are to be believed."

others were converging on Jack, trying not to get further separated, but Zeela was already in "soldier mode" as Tsitua had called it. She scanned the area for potential threats, auras, scents, sounds, or chakras from anything evil. She caught noting of significance. She pulled out her slouchey hat and slipped it on causing her hair to further hide her right eye. She was embarrassed by the acursed thing, it made her feel so different. Her insecurity was heightened by the boy that Jack had summoned there with them. He seemed as unamused by 'airplanes' as she was. She blushed as he brushed his fingers through his hair. This was the first boy she'd every been around that she hadn't practically grown up around. n She adjusted her off-the-shoulder sweater and sauntered over to join the group. The coast was clear for the time being, but she knew something was going on. She could feel it. It was too faint to make out, so she dismissed it as she stepped up next to the troop leader, Jack herself. Bracing for the most awkward moment of her life she smiled to the others, especially the boy, and introduced herself. n " Hi everybody, is this the random trip to Germany group?" She joked, trying to gauge their knowledge of the nature of the vacation.

Jareth turned to face the new arrival, giving her a broad smile. "Yep, we're Jack's pack," he replied, a shimmer of amusement in his eyes accompanying the quip. "I'm Jareth," he continued, extending a hand. "Thanks for meeting us. I'm afraid I'd be totally lost here without a guide."

Amuné too looked at Zeela, but her expression was wary, and something flickered at the back of her eyes. If Jack caught it, she might recognize it as one of the subtle indications of a hint of a vision. "Amuné. I take it you know about the castle, at least a little?" the tall woman said, shifting her bag on her shoulder. "Why don't you tell us what you know on the way to the baggage claim?"

[ima wait for even though I really want to post lol. ]

(( haha, I feel you))

((i appologize and I was trying to wait for , I know he's working on his intro, and I didn't want to get to far, though I know he can catch up. I can work on something for you two though.))

( and i will be chillin in the castle whenever u guys comes over ;D)

(( It's up to you. I don't mind waiting, but I'd love to continue. And we can play like Rous' character was there all along once he posts.))

((( Rous should be posting tomorrow... I did talk to him earlier today, and he told me he'd try and get time to)))

Jack stopped just a bit away from the gate as they all got off to make sure no one was left behind. "You know you could have slept Jareth, then the flight wouldn't have been so bad" Jack smiled looking around at the ragtag group of friends she had. Though she wouldn't chose it any other way. Different was better in her book. "I can try and explian more, but maybe not on the way to the baggage claim. I'd rather do it hushed, though I'm not sure how many around this airport are extremely fluent in english. I can explain more once we get to the mansion. Right now however, long story short. We could be exploring a demon infested castle?" She smiled batting her eyes a bit trying to be sweet, hoping no one was going to turn around and try and get back on the plane.

Jareth sighed. "I tried to sleep, but I was too nervous for most of the flight," he informed Jack, rubbing his hair with one hand, though he didn't leave the rusty waves much more mussed than they already were. "Man, you didn't say anything about demons, just that it might be haunted." Still, the young man didn't seem like he intended to leave, despite his complaining, which was good-natured.

Amuné, for her part, didn't seem surprised at all. "I wonder if it is a demon or something else altogether," she commented, catching Jack's eye. It was her way of subtly telling the other woman that yes, she had Seen something, but she wasn't sure just what it was. People in Jack's circle eventually picked up on her little talent, but she didn't ever make a fuss about it if she could help it.

(( pinging so you can find us. ^.^))

Amune didn't have to hint to Zeela that she knew something. She had felt the girl's chakras flare up. Perhaps she was a telepath, or even some kind is part-celestial. At any rate, she actually knew very little about the castle. Other than the briefing she had gotten from Victor about mirrors.. "Jack is right. Best not to discuss this in an airport at all." She said. And she meant it. Devils were everywhere, but airports were the least conspicuous place to evesdrop, apart from laundromats and coffee shops. She hadn't noticed Jareth's handshake. She wasn't familiar with the gesture, so it had fallen short of her attention. His perfectly messy hair and sparkling eyes, on the other hand, were burned into her pereferals.

“You just need to find your sense of adventure again” Jack smirked starting to head to get to their bags. Her hands rang the strap of her cross body bag as she walked. “Yes, I know Amune” She nodded softly acknowledging the sight of a potential and confusing danger. But that’s what made this an interesting and fun trip. “But really, it’ll be easier to talk to everyone when we can all be together in closer proximity, with no distraction or eavesdropping.” She nodded. Guess there was a lot of explaining she had to do that she failed to inform the lot a good deal about the reasoning for this trip. She looked around trying to look like she was just getting a baring on the surroundings, but really she was looking for someone. It’s not surprising she lost him, he tends to do that, especially when they weren’t able to be seated together in the first place. Jack just hoped he didn’t get left behind in another country, nor abandoned the trip all together.

[just realized I forgot to ping people in my last post .-. Sorry, nightshift has me all messed up. . However there is another purpose here. Perhaps we have enough people in this to just make a ping group? Mayhaps? ]

(( we could, I guess. I prefer to subscribe to the thread.))

((I know I just subscribe to the thread... also we can keep going, Rous said his character will meet up with everyone soon. )))

(( oh whoops, you posted!))

"My sense of adventure is just fine, thank you Jack!" Jareth retorted, grinning at her. "It's my sense of self-preservation that's acting up." "Don't worry, you have us ladies to protect you, Jareth," Amuné quipped, laughter clear on her face. "But yes, I do wish to hear the full story. So, where to?"

Suddenly Zeela had a hint of question as to Jareth's priorities. Was he self centered, or was that some kind of half-true joke? She didn't understand some of the interactions going on, and so she kept quiet, looking directly at her feet so she wouldn't have an anxiety attack or something. Her right eye throbbed ever so slightly. She felt it release a pulse of chakra that passed through everyone but Amune, into whom it was absorbed, and that's what made Zeela look up. With astonishment, she gazed into the seeress's eyes as her own chakra collected in them. <That explains that look she gave Jack> Zeela thought, wondering what the seeress would see next. She was so caught up in the fact that another had power over their chakras, that she forgot that her right eye, black with a white ring where the edge of an iris would be, and a pin-sized white dot where the center of a pupil would be, was exposed for all of them to see, especially the scar that ran vertically through it, for the first time. n"Wow." She said with wonder to Amune.