Us Four (4/4, Closed)

In the modern day world, everyone dreams of having powers… right? Well, imagine that one day, you were pulled into an alternate universe, into the past, where people had powers. And so did you. Fun, right? Not so much. An enemy is coming, and some stupid seer said that you four are the only ones who can stop them. If you don't, every universe will die, and you will too. Still think it sounds fun?

The Mage: @Annoying You can control the elements. You can't create them, but you can use them from the surrounding areas. You are the leader, and the one with the best mind for clues. You hate the Rogue, and are constantly fighting with them.

The Rogue: @EmptyNebula You can blend into and control shadows. You can fight with daggers and knives. You are excellent at stealth, and can move perfectly quietly. You hate people, and with the Mage trying to take control, it grates on your nerves. You are the most independent.

The Warrior: @Spider_Gwen_Needs_Sleep You are the strongest. You love to fight, and need no training. You can go without food and rest for long periods of time, and have enhanced senses, strength, speed and stamina. You are physically the strongest, and have super stong skin. You protect the Healer.

The Healer: Relsey You are the important one. You know every single hern and plant you see, and have healing magic. You are the one who breaks up all the fights, and keeps everyone from killing each other. You can defend yourself really well, but you let the Warrior do it for you.

(can i join as the warrior?)

Sure, you both can join!

Can I join? I'll be your healer!

Sure! I'll just post a template now!

May I?

Sure! Is the mage okay?

Absolutely!

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Sexuality:
Shipping?:
Which One are You: (Mage, Rogue, Warrior, Healer)
Appearance:
Personality:
Style on Earth:
Style on New World:
Weapons:
Other:

Name: Fern Cassidy
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Shipping?: I'm open to any ships.
Which One are You: Healer
Appearance:Long curly strawberry blond hair usually pulled up in a ponytail, Orangey-gold eye’s, 5’5’’ delicate features, almost cat like.
Personality: Very Happy and Optimistic, prefers to use her words before her fists. slightly shy when you first meet her but after the first five minutes she's very friendly. She trusts probably to easily. Problem solver, and a peacemaker.
Style on Earth: On earth she usually wears a green hoodie and jeans, pretty boring not really note worthy.
Style on New World: She wears a lot of neutral tones, lots of dark greens and browns, usually some form of tight fitting pants with a tunic, she wears a leather satchel filled with different herbs and other odds and ends . For footwear she has a pair of sturdy boots that she wears constantly and a pair of leather sandals when the need for them arises. She also has a green cape/cloak.
Weapons: Her words, a few poisonous plants, and a dagger that hangs from her hip for emergencies.
Other: She really likes plants and will channel magic through music when she gets the chance but she doesn't have to. She plays a concertina that she carries around in her bag.

((May I stalk?))

(Sure!)

(May I stalk?)

Name: Vixy Rimpos
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Pansexual
Shipping?: I suppose
Which One are You: Warrior
Appearance: Pale skin with a scar on her left eyebrow; Long red-orange hair that always has a plait of some sort in it; Green eyes that seem to look into her soul
Personality: Kind, defiant, confident, fierce, protective, rarely says no, always gets the job done
Style on Earth: Simple dresses; belts; converse sneakers or block heel boots; denim or leather jacket
Style on New World: Simple brown tunic dress reaching half-way down her thighs; Knee high boots with thick soles; Arm band on her left arm (actually it looks like this
Weapons: Bow and arrow with quiver, broadsword, anything she can get her hands on
Other: She's a tomboy but girly where it counts

(Sure, @Qxeenscryche!)

I'm so sorry, but I'm sick right now, so I might have a small delay in my putting my form up.

You're fine! Take as much time as you need!

Once @67Protons-In-One-Annoying-Snake gets their character up, we can start.

Name: Zarvan "Z/Zar" Zohrab
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Aromantic
Shipping?: Nah
Which One are You: (Mage, Rogue, Warrior, Healer) Mage!
Eye colour, shape, size: Zarvan has almond-shaped eyes, double lidded, with light blue/green coloration.
Hair type, color, length: Zar has auburn hair, obviously dyed, cut with both sides shaved, the top is left just enough to pull it into a ponytail on top of his head.
Height: Around 6'2
Weight: He's a bit underweight at 142 lb.
Body type: Erm… Ectomorph? Ish
Facial features: He has a pretty narrow face with a little bit of a long nose.
Skin Tone: Zarvan has lighter skin then most people would think an Iranian would have, his skin looks a bit olive, but is a lighter shade (?) His lighter skin shows his family being descended from white slaves.
Freckles?: He has a smattering of freckles on his face, from the sun.
Markings/birthmarks/scars: He has many scars on his legs, arms, and neck. He also has a prominent scar going across his jaw bone on the left side. A lot of bug bite scars.
Piercings: He has a simple septum piercing, a silver one.
Habits: Cracking his neck and fingers, he does it a lot when nervous, same with fiddling with his leg braces.
Traits: Zarvan is somehow both the mom friend and the irresponsible one, he makes sure to take care of his friends, but he also has no care for his own mortality so he'll do really stupid things that seem logical to him.
Alignment: Probably chaotic neutral
Introvert, extrovert, or ambivert: Zarvy's a pretty neutral personality, so I'd say ambivert.
Likes: Time travel books/shows, the color blue, painting, foreign music, and dances, learning about tech.
Dislikes: People stereotyping his culture and country, red things, apples, pufferfish, gunfire.
Fears: Being stuck back into a warzone.
Style on Earth: A graphic t-shirt, jeans, combat boots that connect to his leg braces.
Style on New World: Pretty much just black clothing and his leg braces.
Weapons: Well… His leg braces pack a punch so let's go with that.
Other:

Cool! Who wants to start?

NOT ME!
Ducks beneath a table to avoid posting the dreaded starter.

Lol.
I can if no one else wants to.

(i hate starters)

(Looks like you're starting then Elemental)

Fern popped into existence after being pushed and prodded by some strange force. She opened her eye's on a strange world. She got to her feet and winced, she looked around and the bustling town around her trying to guess where she was. The clothing suggested early late 1800s to the early 1900s but she couldn't be sure. Fern reached into the satchel that now hung from her shoulder and felt a hexagonal shape. Smiling in relief she pulled a concertina from her bag sat down on the tree stump she landed on and began to play the small instrument.

Vixy looked around in her new surroundings. She'd been pushed and pulled by an unseen force, and now she was here. She looked down. What the fuck am I wearing?! She thought immediately. She looked around, and it dawned on her what time she was in. Another though popped into her head. Why doesn't it look like anything everyone else is wearing?

Zarvan blinked his eyes rapidly, feeling disoriented. He stumbled a bit, catching himself with his crutches. He noticed a few people's stares and just dismissed it as blunt curiosity, then, he saw what everyone was wearing and how they were getting around. What the- His thoughts were cut off by seeing three other's looking confused and a bit jumbled up too.