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Two gifts... Each human born is given two gifts. One when they are born and one when they reach 18 years of age. The first gift is sweet, the gift of a soulmate. The second gift brings dread whenever it shows up. The second gift is the one that reminds people of evil that lurks in shadows. That reminds of monsters ready to tear up anyone not strong enough to fight. This.. demons... have existed as long as humankind can remember but there are stories. Stories of the world before those creatures. Humans fight for such world, for the world in which they could live freely with their first gift. And for the fight? For the fight, they use the second gift. Gift of a superpower. That superpower can be anything from making flowers grow, to creating explosions so strong that the whole buildings can be destroyed with them.
But is this fight worth it? I mean gifters of the first gift are known for sometimes having quite twisted humor. They pick two people that will never get along and they make them fall in love. But with time. So the two with hate for each other might turn in most loving couple world has seen. With time. And only if they survive.


Name: Alaric Eld
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Asexual; Panromantic
Appearance: Alaric Eld is a short guy standing at 5' 2''. However, his shortness doesn't mean that he is not intimating. His blue eyes are so dark that they look as black as his hair but they always burn with hate. His already mentioned hair is shorter in the back while longer and puffier in the front. It's surprisingly soft. He has pale white skin that reminds of snow and is covered in a bunch of different scars. Most notable one being the big burn mark on right side of his torso. He usually wears a black sleeveless shirt, black skinny jeans, and leather jacket. On the back of his leather jacket is a skull. His tattoo is placed on his collarbones. It's made of two flames that spread all along his collarbones up to his shoulders and a complicated snowflake design in the middle.
Power: Temperature Manipulation. Alaric has the power over temperature in the room. He can make it colder or hotter. Also under right circumstances, he can create and control fire or ice. However, his power takes a great tool on his body. Besides controlling outside temperature he must make sure that he controls the temperature of his body. If he is cooling room his temperature is rising and vice versa. His power can also be activated by his emotions.
Personality: Alaric has quite an explosive personality. He is well known to react grossly out of proportion. Something that is a mild inconvenience at worst might seem like murder if you saw him react to it. Outside of his outbursts of anger, he is pretty cold towards others. He thinks highly of himself and believes that world would crumble to pieces if it weren't for him. On the other side, he also thinks that he is worst person, that he is just like the monsters that he is fighting. He believes that he is broken beyond repair. That no matter what others do to help him he will stay just the same. That way of thinking is just making him angrier and his emotions more unstable than they already are. At the end, he also thinks that he is unable to love and undeserving of other's love. If he realizes that anyone is trying to get close to him he will push them away with an attitude that's worse than usual.
Other:
- He has touch aversion
- Don't mention his family
- Absolutly loves cats

Name:
Taylor Adam Livhin
Age:
18
Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
Asexual; Homoromantic
Appearance:
Taylor has longer hair for a guy, fluffy and brown [hair example]. He has bright green eyes and is quite skinny and pale. He always looks ill, and he has some freckles along his cheeks and nose and shoulders. He stands at 5'5", and is extremely fragile looking. He paints his nails red without caring about others "opinions". He is known for have scratches along his arms, but no one thinks much of them. He is clumsy, leaving him with a lot of bruises and bandaids on his legs (that he shaves b/c he doesn't like hair). He wears a casual maroon shirt with a silver star on the front and two vertical lines on the back. He wears black ripped jeans and a black jacket with red converse. He has extremely sharp canines and it's kinda scary so he's scared to smile. His tattoo is on his back. It's an animal that seems to combine a cat and wolf, but it's all black. It has the thin and sleek look of a cat with the face of a wolf. The position is that it's about to strike, and it's only 4 inches big on the lower part of his back.
Personality:
Taylor is extremely quiet. He doesn't like to talk casually, and he's scared to smile because of his sharp teeth. He doesn't have many friends, and prefers to spend time doodling or gaming than hanging out with people. He's really introverted, but he's loyal to his friends. He has an overactive imagination and his anxiety loves to mess with him. He hates the cold and can handle heat super well. He is kind when you get to know him, and he wants the best for everyone.
Power:
Shapeshifting into canines or felines. He can switch into one kind of bird, but it most comfortable as a dog or cat. He is often found chilling in his animal forms because they're "comfy" and he's surprisingly the only person in the world with the power. Powers never overlap, though.
Crush:
n / a
Soulmate: Alaric
Other:
-small gay
-Oof

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It was almost 3 PM. The day was bright and sunny, the sky was a soft shade of blue and there was a slight breeze in the air. Sounds of birds singing could be heard all over the town. Children were playing in the parks. A person could see happy couples, happy soulmates, sitting on grass having a picnic and sharing food. Already mentioned breeze was spreading a sweet smell of blooming flowers through town.

However, the whole town was not as peaceful as it seemed at the first look. Somewhere on the border of the town in a House of Protectors yelling and cussing could be heard. It was coming from a certain short blue-eyed boy. ''Do you seriously think that shadow demons care? That they will wait for a darker day?'' Alaric jelled at boy older than him only two years. At the end of his statement, he added a few curses. ''The moment night falls they will attack! We should destroy as many of them while weather works in our favor!'' He tried to convince the older boy to listen to his plan. ''You know that you....'' He lost his words as an older boy used his power of paralysis.

''My name is Guntram Dunkel and I am your superior.'' The older boy said in calm voice slowly moving towards Alaric. ''We shall not attack today because we don't attack them. We are nothing like them in any way.'' Guntram while looking Alaric straight in the eyes. The temperature in the room started falling but Alaric still couldn't move a muscle. He could just stare into Guntram's chocolate eyes. ''I am now going home. The meeting is over for today.'' As Guntram turned around his power slowly started to fade and with power fading, Alaric slowly regained power over his body. The first thing that he could do was created sound. It almost sounded like the growling of a deranged animal.

''Yea, you just go! Run away to your sweet soulmate! We both know that you just want to use this as an excuse to spend more time with him!'' Alaric yelled through his teeth at brown haired and eyed boy. Guntram didn't even turn around, he just walked out the room.

One of the other men in Alaric's team walked up to the hot headed boy. ''Maybe you should work on the relationship with your soulmate. He might bring you peace and happiness.'' And with those words, one by one, members of Alaric's team walked out of the room leaving Alaric with his mind and body that still couldn't quite move.

Taylor wasn't focusing at all in this meeting. His card was held in his hand, cold and big in his small hands. He was zoning out completely, becoming a bit sad in the fact neither him nor his soulmate had tried to make a friendship or relationship between them. Who's fault is that? His mind hissed at him, making him bite his lip. "Tay. Tay...? Taylor!" Taylor's head snapped up to look at Lillian, the team leader. "You okay, dear? I called for you thrice..."

Taylor nodded softly, his brown locks bouncing lightly at the movement. Lillian was a kind and mothering lady, though her protective and worry could be annoying. Taylor gave a lopsided smile. "Yeah. I'm fine, miss. Why'd you call for me?" He asked in a soft voice, the tone of his words very soothing and light.

Lillian shook his head. "I was just a bit worried about you, you've been a bit aloof recently." She turned to the rest. "This meeting is adjourned. You may all head home and do what you'd like." People began to file out of the room. Taylor stayed behind a bit, approaching Lillian and giving a smile. "I just wanted to thank you for your kind worry and apologize for any anxiety I may have caused. I hope you have a good afternoon..." He said, and Lillian gave him a grin. "Thank you, Taylor. Have a good evening, stay safe." Taylor nodded, heading out of the room with a soft smile on his lips. He adjusted his bag, walking a bit behind the crowd of his teammates. He may be kind to them, but they aren't the nice people who let you in with them for free. He found that out the hard way.

Time moves slowly when your ability to move is taken away and you are left alone. Alaric knew that way too good. After all, this was not the first time it happened to him. It seemed that his attitude wasn't really appreciated by his superior. 'Well, he can go to Hell! I am going to fight them all alone!' was the only thing that went through Alaric's mind. And it repeated and repeated, again and again, while his regained power over his body.

Room was cold and ice crystals were starting to form under him as he finally stood up. He felt like his body just woke up from a thousand years long sleep but his mind was burning with anger. With every step he made, new ice crystals appeared and old ones just kept growing. His body was fastly reaching the temperature after which he would lose consciousness, however, nothing was stopping him. It seemed like he didn't even notice his practically burning body.

At least it seemed like that until it was starting to get hard for him to breathe properly. He was already outside of the entrance door when the careless use of his power stepped in. In seconds he was laying on the ground his body not moving one bit. The last thing he saw before blacking out was a boy that suspiciously reminded him of his 'soul mate'.

Taylor was absorbed in his own thoughts, and he was pulled out by a gasp from the group in front of him. Looking at the ground, there lay his soul mate. He blinked and looked up at the group of his teammates. They stared at the boy on the ground before all scampering off. But Taylor wasn't going to leave him.

Taylor knelt down, getting the boy's right arm looped around his shoulders and grabbing his soulmate's right wrist. He stood with a bit of struggle, left arm looping around the other boy's waist for security. Taylor carried him down the hall, trying to remember where the nurse's office was. But as they passed the dorms, Taylor just decided to bring the boy inside. Taylor was wobbling after carrying his soulmate for so long. He let down the boy softly onto his bed, covering him with a blanket. Taylor sat on his small couch, shifting.

He just stared at the other boy in his room, head tilted. 'What's his name...? Astric? Adrin? Al... Alaric!' Taylor thought. He crossed his arms, yawning softly. He shifted so he was laying long ways on the couch, shivering. He closed his eyes slowly, feeling freezing as he fell asleep. It was so cold.

Weird visions were dancing in front of Alaric's eyes. They were the ones of fire. The fire of his mother to be exact. She always did little shows for him with her flames. They were like stories mothers told their children before sleep. Stories to make sure the same kids wouldn't be scared. Those stories were of warriors that fought with all their power to save every living creature from demons of the night. Or to be more specific shadow demons.

He watched flames dance and swirl. He watched until they started turning static. From static, they slowly started taking shapes of ice crystals that were, once they started spreading, taking over his sight. He started feeling cold. So cold that he thought that he will freeze from inside out. Panic was spreading through his body as fast as a forest fire. He was sure that his body was being buried under thick layer of ice. He could feel his lungs freezing. 'There is no escape' he thought as he tried his best to destroy the ice that was pressing on him.

Alaric body moved on its own in sitting position throwing blanket off of him while his mind was still stuck in ice hell. The boy didn't even notice that this was not his room nor that he isn't freezing. If anything sweat started rolling off of him but not because of his nightmare but because of his power. He accidentally manifested it making the whole room hotter. However, he didn't really notice it because he was still panicking. His breathing was heavy and his eyes were scanning the area for any possible threat. That's when he realized that this wasn't his room. It was absolutely nothing like his room! He was outraged! 'How did someone decide to bring me here? What did they think? Why?'

He was basically rampaging through the apartment with his thoughts going wild until he notices someone lying on the couch. It seemed like his anger was out of control, however, the apartment was still really hot from his last heat outburst. That is until he was standing right above the pink couch. That's when he noticed that a person under the covers wasn't anyone from his team. Confusion hit him. He wanted to know who was brave enough and stupid enough at the same time to bring him to their home.

Alaric slowly moved person lying on the couch just enough to see a face. The shock was the first thing that showed on his own when he realized that person that brought him in their own home was actually his soulmate. He didn't know what to do. His every muscle told him to run away. 'How could someone so weak so... fragile actually be brave enough to take me under their roof?' He was thinking and that thought seemed like it was taking over his brain.

It took maybe seconds maybe minutes before he got his mind under control. Then disgust took over him. 'I should be strong! I shouldn't need help from the likes of him!' He turned on his heel trying to find the exit door.

Taylor wasn't dreaming. He was falling in his mind, surrounded by a darkness that made him scared. He shuddered in his sleep, rolling in a light fit as it got increasingly warm. He shifted on the couch, his limbs in a tangle of sleep. He swallowed in his sleep, feeling his mind incline a bit towards consciousness.

Taylor shifted a bit, his eyes opening a bit to see the back cushions of the pink couch. He blinked groggily, letting out a soft noise that sounded like a whimper and yawn combination. He sat up, wincing as he popped his hip.

He swung his legs around so his bare feet touched the wooden floor, glancing towards the bed and blinking. He noticed Alaric being awake, and he immediately perked up. He ran a hand through his hair to try to make it less terrible looking. He looked up at Alaric, giving a soft smile.

"It's nice to see you awake and moving. How do you feel? Are you feeling sick or dizzy or anything?" He asked softly, showing intense concern and care. He was like a nurse or mother, completely focused on the other person with sure affection. He stood, legs wobbling a bit as he gave a worried look and wrung his hands together.

'Only a few more steps and I will leave this pathetic excuse for apartment.' Alaric thought while he was going towards the doors, however, it seemed like his body didn't really want to leave. He was moving slowly and quietly. It almost looked like he didn't want to disturb other boys sleep. It was like, even though he didn't want to care, he did care. At least his body cared. Or maybe it was some buried part of his mind that didn't really want to face Taylor.

Yes, he knew boys name. Name of his soulmate. It was because he somewhat cared about that fact. About the fact that no matter how far he runs away he will have to face this person that will for sure become a big part of his life. And to be honest he was somewhat scared of it.

Caught in his thoughts Alaric' was standing like frozen in one place. He was now right in front of the door with his hand on the handle. It wasn't a usual thing for him to not be aware of surrounding environment. However, when Taylor asked him how he is he nearly jumped in the air. Instead, he controlled himself so that just a slight shiver could be seen.

''I am fine. Thank you for your concern.'' He practically spat out while opening the door. He didn't have time for this stuff. While exiting he muttered a few slurs and then when he was finally outside he shut the door with all of his power.

Loud bang could be heard down the hallway he found himself in. He didn't take time to think about where he should go, he just started stomping in one way down the hallway. His teeth were quenched tight and his face gave off a feeling of hostility. It looked like he would kill you if you found yourself in his way right now.

Taylor flinched at the words, and let out a soft whimper as the door slammed shut. He closed his eyes, slowly beginning to shake. He had always hoped that his soulmate actually cared for him a bit. But Taylor found it obvious that Alaric wanted nothing to do with him.

"Why me...? Why the hell do I get the soulmate who doesn't care about me at all?" He whispered, bringing a hand up to cover his lips. His breaths were warm against his chilled fingers, his breathing deep and shaking. The urge to sob was stabbed his chest, making it hard to breath and so constricting.

Tears slipped down his cheeks as he tried to wipe them away. "Nono. No crying. You shouldn't care about this so much. Soulmate's are meant to come together, aren't they? Something will happen. Everything will be okay. Everything will be okay." The more he tried to coax himself, the harder he cried.

Taylor ended up being a curled up mess on his little pink couch, tears streaming from red eyes onto pale and flushed cheeks. He clasped his small hands together, his hair mused a bit after he reached up and tugged at it. He let out shaking whimpers and sobs, breathing erratic and sharp. Every three seconds or so, he tried to calm himself down but he just cried harder.

Alaric was trying his best not to think about his soulmate but it wasn't working. He made another left turn desperately trying to find his way out of this building. It seemed like the building was made of thousands of turns and hallways that just lead to the same spot in front of the same doors. He didn't want to admit it but he wanted to check on Taylor. It annoyed him beyond measure as he stared at the door.

He clenched his jaw and turned around. As he marched down the hallway in the direction he came from his head started to hurt. He realized in that moment that he was using his power all this time. In a swift motion, he turned around and saw that walls were covered in frost. He took in a shaky breath as he concentrated on switching his power. Soon his body started cooling off.

In less than few seconds he moved on. Now he was focusing both on keeping his powers in control, so he wouldn't black out again, and on getting out of the building. In few turns, he found what he was looking for. A map. From then it didn't take him long to find an exit.

Just as he was about to leave the building someone stepped in his way. It was a girl much taller and stronger looking than him. However, she didn't look like she meant any harm. ''Hi! Are you...'' Her voice got lost when Alaric sent mean look towards her. ''Move out of my way!'' He practically yelled as he pushed her out of the way. He knew way too well that he saw her somewhere before but he sure wasn't focused on connecting the dots. If he didn't get out of there he thought that he would die. It was almost like the knowledge that other people were in a building that he almost tore down was too much for him to handle. He felt like that is stupid. After all, he didn't care. He didn't care about others, about his teammates, about anyone in that building and he definitely didn't care about his soulmate.

Taylor tried to calm down more, eventually getting to the point where he wasn't shaking too hard and his sobs were ceasing. He stood on shaking feet, his knees almost buckling beneath him as he did. He gripped the arm of the couch, sighing.

He walked into the bathroom slowly, trying really hard not to fall and cry harder. He looked at himself in the mirror, giving a whine. His eyes were bloodshot, face pale and wet, and nose and cheeks flushed red. There had been dark circles under his eyes for a while, he never got enough sleep. He had a patch on his cheek from training and having Greya (a girl with really sharp teeth) bit him a little hole there. "How am I supposed to meet up with Aaron like this?" He whispered in a shaky voice, running fingers through his tangled hair.

He brushed out his hair, parting it properly and huffing as the hair curled to frame his face. He put in some eye drops, willing his eyes to become a bit less red. He couldn't do much for the dark circles, but he changed from his casual shirt to a pastel pink, long sleeved sweatshirt and black ripped jeans, sliding on pink converse. He adjusted the patch, replacing it and examining the wound. It was really gross to him, and he quickly put on another beige patch.

He slipped out of his dorm with his keys and wallet, locking the door behind him. He walked down the hall, nervously glancing around. He really couldn't run into Alaric if he planned on staying dry-eyed. He exited the building, greeted by a warm evening breeze. He smiled, jogging a bit as he headed towards the resturant on campus.

He entered the restaurant, smiling at Rebecca. "You're on shift right now?" Taylor asked, giving a soft smile. Rebecca nodded, dragging her gaze up and down Taylor and giving an almost pitying look. "Did you sit down Aaron yet?" He asked softly, and Rebecca nodded again. "He's back there at the usual spot." She said, giving him a grin. Taylor nodded softly, heading back into the dining area and seeing Aaron sitting there.

He sat down across from the other guy, and Aaron immediately looked up from his menu. "Hey!" He said, before inspecting Taylor closer. "You don't look your best, my guy." Aaron said, in a soft tone. He didn't mean for it to come off as rude, as he was a bit hesitant to say anything. Taylor shrugged.

"I'm close enough to my best, I don't have high appearance standards." Taylor said, and they both laughed softly. Their friendship was built on self deprecating jokes and Aaron's eager protectiveness of Taylor. T'was a little known fact that Aaron thought Taylor was the cutest thing.... The boy would probably make the universe in his garage for Taylor.

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Name:
Aaron Erich Fitzer
Age:
19
Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
Pansexual;Panromantic
Appearance:
Aaron has black hair that is pretty straight and goes to his ear tops. He has brown eyes and tan skin, and he stands at 6'1". He is lanky and looks really weak under the long sleeved shirts he wears, but he has some pretty cool muscles. He is super jagged, looking kinda rough and tough in his face. He usually has a bit of a three o clock shadow, but there are the rare times when he shaves. He usually wears jeans, tennis shoes, and long sleeved shirts in blue. He really loves blue.
Power:
Super Strength. He almost dislikes it a bit, thinking it's too cliche.
Personality:
TBRPED oops
Crush:
Taylor
Soulmate:
He was never assigned one. Never had one.
Other:
-he's always cold
-he's gay for Taylor