Introduction -Finished
/This isn't much of a story, just more of the original characters I will mostly use in these stories./
(Minecraft/Normal types)
"The name is Raven. People usually run in fright when they see my eyes, but that is normal, seeing that they are a glowing white. I have more of a bipolar personality, say one minute I can be helping you, the next I have my own sword up to your neck. People have said 'why is she so ADHD?' Well, that could be because I am Herobrine's daughter and therefore hardwired for battle or survival. I have had a few different outfits," Raven stops for a second and looks through the glass at someone with headphones on
"Why am I doing this again?"
"I need to have your details on record for others, lets just say it's for the authorities." The unknown person behind the glass says.
"Ok, well, as I was saying, I have had a few different outfits. The first was a normal village girl's clothes. Then I moved from several different hoodie types until I came to this one. It has a base color of black, then dark grey and electric blue markings on it, with pants in the same fashion. The reason for the hoodie is that it will hide my eyes when I am at a calmer state of mind.
My weapon is more of a dark sword. I do not have a name for it as many others do, but I might come up with one eventually. It looks like a normal long sword, but if you look closer there are ancient runes carved into them, thanks to Fallen. If I ever considered anyone a friend it would be him.
Looks? Well, I guess I have a dark grey shorter cut hair. I have been considered to be tall for a girl, and I have many of scars on my face, arms and abdomen.
Special powers... I have known to have Telekinesis, telepathy, talk to mobs, teleport and fire powers. All inherited, but not as powerful as Herobrine himself.
Well, I guess that sums that up. Can I leave now?" She finishes and puts up the paper that had the list of things mentioned here.
"Yes, you may go now. Call the next one in."
She leaves and a few seconds later a guy walks in.
"Fallen? Is it? Take this paper and have a seat."
The guy that walked in takes the indicated paper and sits down.
"Taking from this paper, name? I was given Fallen Leaves. But people just call me Fallen. I guess I am more of a smarter type person, but not someone who corrects unless you are terribly wrong. Or if I just don't like you. I have been known to be outgoing, but only people I'm comfortable with. I am what people call a wizard. I'm also 18.
I typically wear white or light grey shirts, and white pants. I sometimes wear an overcoat to have a few more pockets for my items. Which I usually carry a few potions on me for emergencies.
I am a more of a Mage than a wizard, in which I do not need to use a wand. I do have a backup dagger, but I rarely use it.
I have brown hair that has darker and lighter spots, like dead leaves. I'm average height, and skinny. Possibly the skinniest of everyone here. I am a little tanned, but not much because I live in a dense forest.
Special powers? Well, I use magik. Other than that there's nothing much."
"Good job, you did pretty well at describing yourself. A+ plus one for showing up. You may leave now and call in the next person."
Fallen nods and leaves, leaving the door open a bit for the next person.
(RWBY/Normal type)
"Gavin is it? Now, I see you have the paper from Fallen. Take a seat and start talking." The voice wasn't cold, but more welcoming.
"Alright. Name, Gavin." The man had a British accent.
"People call me more clumsy, but I see the mistakes as more of a different outcome. I like to play video games, but, many say I am not too good at them. I am from England, as you can tell from the accent, but moved here due to work.
I am a Faunus," he took off his coat and spread his wings, "yes I can fly, I get discredited at times because I am one, it's worse than racism.
I usually wear a t-shirt and jeans, and and a black trench coat for when I go out in public.
I don't usually carry a weapon, but if I had one, it would be a sword that splits into duel pistols. That would be cool.
Looks... I'll say I have a darker sandy color of hair thats cut a bit short. People call me tall, and skinny and have a big nose. Plus brown eyes.
I don't really have any special powers, and I emphasize the I."
The person behind the glass sighed.
"I guess that will have to do. You may go now."
He walks out and I hear some voices, a loud crash and a loud squeal.
A disgruntled man? Teenager? Walks in with fists clenched.
"Take a seat and get started."
He sits down, but instead of talking, he pulls out a pen and a paper and starts writing, looking at the paper and writing more.
After a few minutes, he gets up, slides the paper under the door and walks out.
The person behind the glass picks it up and starts reading the curly writing out loud.
"My name is Talon, I am called mean, aggressive, and scary. Those are the words of others and I refuse to describe myself. Do not cross my path, or harm the ones I, lets say call, friends.
No answer for what I am.
I typically wear a black overcoat with two grey stripes going down the back and a shirt of my choosing. I wear white pants with them.
I typically use a sword. But it is also a sniper for when I am in air combat. (Because if you have ANY sense, you would have a sniper too.)
I am short for a guy, especially a 19 year old guy. I have black hair with a white stripe curving from the right to the left, grey eyes and am kinda skinny but not showing all my bones, and paler skin than most.
Special powers, once again refuse to answer."
"Well then.. That was odd. Anyways. Next!" The person behind the glass yelled, in hopes that the people waiting would hear it.
The hopes were full as the next person walked in.
(This guy will be in a bit of everything)
"You see the paper, take a seat and begin."
"My name is Adam." He started in a cruel voice. "Persona... People say I am cruel, evil, the face of satan... I disagree... I feel I am more valuable than evil.
I am a human. Nothing special other than a nice connection with computers.
I usually wear a black shirt with three silver stripes going diagonally from my heart to the bottom of the shirt. Black jeans with a few chains hooking from a belt loop to a pocket, and a few dog tags around my neck.
Weapon? I carry around a few throwing knives, but, all I need is my flash drive for my work.
I am average height. Taller than shorty, and white eyes that came in here first, but only by a few centimeters. I have jet black hair and ice blue eyes. With skin at a light tan.
Who needs special powers when you can hack?"
He got up and left without behind dismissed.
The person behind the glass pushed a button and flipped a switch. The switch activated a recording device. Out popped a fresh, still warm, CD. A few papers printed themselves out and (s)he picked them up, turned off the single light and left without another word.
/As of now, I only will be able to update on Wednesdays./