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Basics
Birth Name: Wren Alyx
Preferred Name: Wren
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Element: Water
Deity You're Representing: Lir, God of the sea
Powers: Manipulating water and waves, making clouds and mist
Personality: He is a little shy but if you get past that, he will be a great friend.

Appearance
Hair: Wren has brown hair that comes to his chin.
Basic Body Shape: Wren is a fit person, but nothing over the top.
Physical Flaws: He often has cuts and can not maintain strength
Preferred Clothing: Ripped blue jeans and a white short-sleeved shirt black combat boots
Face: Slightly round, he doesn't have any beard, but he has scars on his cheeks and nose
Distinguishing Features: He has heterochromia. His left eye is a cyan blue and his right eye is yellow. Wren also some sort of mask to cover up his scars on his nose
Other: Nope

Other
Backstory: Wren's family was abusive, he got bullied at school. One day Wren fought them and won, then he didn't go home that day.
Other Family: Just his sister.
Likes: Riding ships in the sea, cloudy or rainy days and music.
Anything else you want to add: Wren has black blood.
(I'm pretty sure that's it all)

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Before, aliens were only ideas, characters in stories that everyone had laughed at. Before, they were talked about carelessly, as if not very important, or not an issue. Before, laughter was allowed, and no one lived in fear. Before, everyone was alive.

But this was not Before. This was After. People were dead, or in hiding. There were stories of death, and being found out, by the aliens who had torn a hole in the very fabric of Earth's reality. People were still being found, by the creatures called Racers, daily. It was rumored that the secret police of the Racers, the Finders, who were said to be telepaths, were to thank for that. It could also be the fact that they had such advanced technology. Earth had thought that they were advanced - the Racers were even more so.

Cressida was afraid. Constantly. It was almost normal, now, the fear. She could taste it in her mouth, that coppery tang. She could no longer remember living in a world without constant fear and terror. It had been so long ago.

She ducked her head, staring at the ground, as a Racer passed in the distance. She bolted to the shelter of the cave, and slid in. Around the fourth year the Racers had been there, someone had discovered that they had no idea what to do about underground. They had no technology to get under there, and seemed to fear the cold, damp, lightless place.

Sage was walking along one of the low, damp, dark tunnels. The space always felt so closed it, almost claustrophobic without the comfort of safety around her. She tugged at the long sleeves of her cardigan, warm breath collecting in clouds of mist before before her face. The girl hummed to herself, shivering slightly in the chill. Someone else entered from somewhere in the tunnel, letting a breeze in for a split second. She could only hope they were friend, not foe.

"For the times, they are a-changin'." Yeah, Bob, you could say that. Bit of an understatement, really.

Calida was sitting, playing with a stick, singeing each end with her fingers, seeing which side would burst into flame first. She knew she couldn't live like this forever, but she couldn't accomplish much as-is. It wasn't uncommon for her to take a step outside, only to run back, scared of the Racers–but she'd never admit that.
Perking up to the sound of footsteps, she rose.
"Who's there?" Callie boomed, trying to sound intimidating. In all honesty, she wasn't at all intimidating-looking.