The Society of Truth, an RP

[Crestcrazy]

~~form~~

Age: 30
Name: Allan treader
Alias name: phantom, close friends just call him shadow.
Gender: male
Partner/crush: has a wife and daughter.( Whom someone could rp if they want to)
Kids: daughter
Power (If a Protector): shadow teleportation, basically he can teleport to anywhere if theres a shadowy place to hide.
Description: large build, strong, greyish black hair, lumberjack beard with about an inch max of growth. His left eye is blind and the eyeball Is pretty normal looking but a little cloudy. Tan skin. Silver eyes.
Personality: mysterious, mischievous, likes to play pranks on his close friends, likes to talk. Kind and sometimes even charming... But, some rumours have spread about him being.. Evil, using dark magic to perform his shadow trick. Which of course isn't true. Some people are skeptical and weary of him still.
Bio/ backstory: unknown
Costume: dark, military type armour that glows slightly with a silver color ( I'm not sure about his costume :/)

Other: ( is it ok that I added to the form?! )

 

[My Pretty Pekins]

(K, me either. School tomorrow for me)

(Oh botherations, just as I get on...! )

 

[My Pretty Pekins]

“I could teleport us to the other side of the world” Tara offered

"Teleport?" asked Calder, his voice taking on a lazily sarcastic drawl as he stepped through the doorway. The cloak, that almost reached his knees, swished around them as he continued: "My dear Tara, how impractical!"

He was smirking and didn't attempt to hide it. Alina, slipping in behind him into a corner, fixed him with a steady gaze with those startlingly blue eyes. She did not speak.

 

[Butterscotchbitesfinger]

"Teleport?" asked Calder, his voice taking on a lazily sarcastic drawl as he stepped through the doorway. The cloak, that almost reached his knees, swished around them as he continued: "My dear Tara, how impractical!"

He was smirking and didn't attempt to hide it. Alina, slipping in behind him into a corner, fixed him with a steady gaze with those startlingly blue eyes. She did not speak.

“Excuse me?! Do you have a better plan? Because to be quite frank I don’t think healing will get us out of this one Calder” she replied with force

 

[Butterscotchbitesfinger]

"Teleport?" asked Calder, his voice taking on a lazily sarcastic drawl as he stepped through the doorway. The cloak, that almost reached his knees, swished around them as he continued: "My dear Tara, how impractical!"

He was smirking and didn't attempt to hide it. Alina, slipping in behind him into a corner, fixed him with a steady gaze with those startlingly blue eyes. She did not speak.

Charlotte rolled her eyes “make way, make way the drama queen is here” she muttered

 

[My Pretty Pekins]

Charlotte rolled her eyes “make way, make way the drama queen is here” she muttered

“Excuse me?! Do you have a better plan? Because to be quite frank I don’t think healing will get us out of this one Calder” she replied with force

Alina didn't speak, seeming to shrink into herself a little. Calder, however, still not having noticed her, turned with a grin to his newest verbal sparring partner.
"I may have," he replied, before looking across at Charlotte. "Drama king might be more apt,"

 

[Butterscotchbitesfinger]

Alina didn't speak, seeming to shrink into herself a little. Calder, however, still not having noticed her, turned with a grin to his newest verbal sparring partner.
"I may have," he replied, before looking across at Charlotte. "Drama king might be more apt,"

“Well would you care to share?” Tara asked rolling her eyes, “you think? Seriously though, stop picking fights. It’s pointless and all your doing is creating unnecessary drama Calder.” Charlotte said with an eye roll

 

[My Pretty Pekins]

Alina didn't speak, seeming to shrink into herself a little. Calder, however, still not having noticed her, turned with a grin to his newest verbal sparring partner.
"I may have," he replied, before looking across at Charlotte. "Drama king might be more apt,"

An almost imperceptible curling of Alina's lip betrayed her opinion of Calder. Does he even understand how serious this is? Of course he doesn't have any other ideas.

She knew Calder - oh yes, very well. And this time she was the one who had an idea.

[Back in about an hour]

 

[Butterscotchbitesfinger]

An almost imperceptible curling of Alina's lip betrayed her opinion of Calder. Does he even understand how serious this is? Of course he doesn't have any other ideas.

She knew Calder - oh yes, very well. And this time she was the one who had an idea.

[Back in about an hour]

Tara noticed Alina, “do you have an idea?” She whispered her dark blue eyes shining with anticipation, she wasn’t quite sure why she was whispering as there was no real need to, while Charlotte and Calder argued she would talk to Alina.
(All good, I gtg to bed anyway (it’s 10:17pm here) goodnight)

 

[My Pretty Pekins]

Tara noticed Alina, “do you have an idea?” She whispered her dark blue eyes shining with anticipation, she wasn’t quite sure why she was whispering as there was no real need to, while Charlotte and Calder argued she would talk to Alina.
(All good, I gtg to bed anyway (it’s 10:17pm here) goodnight)

(Well this'll be the last from me for a little bit, too... hopefully back later)

Alina met Tara's eyes for a second before glancing away, but not before Tara would have been able to see timidity in her eyes.
"I reason," she said, her voice quiet, but somehow commanding attention from others, "that the Programmer will be looking for us in every quiet corner... if not him, perhaps others for him, and I think if we put ourselves in his shoes he wouldn't believe anyone would have the audacity to hide behind his back,"

Alina was by this point slipping into her own reverie, completely unaware that she was talking in riddles. Calder snapped her out of it, turning from Charlotte and cocking his head.
"We ordinary mortals can't speak that language," he said, with sarcasm metaphorically dripping from his words.
Alina flushed and fell silent.