Faith's Edge RP

"You'd be the first." Jade said, unused to being asked about herself.

"Don't be shy," Fang said with a happy bark that replaced his laugh, "Just tell me."

Jade sifted for something she could tell him, absentmindedly rubbing her left shoulder as she thought. "My father was...not kind to me." she said hesitantly, not wanting to bring it up.

Fang looked at her with pity, but forced himself to press on, "What did he do?" he asked gently.

"A lot of things." Jade said bitterly, shrinking back from the topic, she'd said too much already.

"You can trust me," Fang said, noticing her unease, "I just want to help."

"I know, but I can't..." Jade said, trailing off.

"Why are you trying to keep this all hidden?" Fang asked, transforming back into his human form and got back to his feet. "Surely, it's not that bad."

"It's complicated. And no one's really ever asked me these kinds of questions." Jade replied, still uneasy. She tugged down on her shirt nervously, and the shoulders slid down slightly, revealing just the top of a black image.

Fang's eyes picked up on the mark almost immediately. His green eyes narrowed, "That mark, it looks familiar." he said lowly, "Show me it."

"What?" Jade said, then she realized what she'd done. Shit she thought, whirling to backtrack in her mind. "Oh, that, it's old and I was young and stupid" Jade muttered, tugging her shoulders back up.

Name: Marco
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Type of Magic: Various. Is able to dabble into the types of magic, but with serious limits. He is not able to fully master any of the magics, but is able to use two different types at once as long as they do not strain him. If so, his soul could shatter. Then he'd die.
Personality: Optimistic and rarely cynical. Very outgoing and loud, but doesn't care about how people perceive him. Always happy with what he has and never wishes he were in a different situation. Likes to keep his favorite summon, a dog-sabretooth creature called a Caniber, at his side through the day when not fighting. He calls him Waffles.
Appearance: The polar opposite of his personality. Marco is reminiscent of a brooding hero of the Romantic era and dresses in mostly black. His excuse for this is for stealth while on missions. Black hair, about 5'10". Typical seemingly brooding character.
History(optional): Nobody really knows about where he came from or why his powers are so obtuse compared to everyone. However, he his always around and comes in handy on missions when a power is needed. People, however, often dismiss him as a leper because he has no set power. It does not damper his mood, however.
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Suddenly the door flew open ad Marco walked in, holding his head high and his black outfit making him look like a black sheep in a herd of white sheep. A sword as his side stuck out for being entirely white and contrasting his attire. Waffles trotted along at his feet, as optimistic as his owner with his golden fur sparkling in the air.
"Wassup homies?!" Marco asked with a smile.

Chloe looked through the doorway of the kitchen and grinned, "Hey Marco, you're just in time, dinner's almost ready." she announced, her voice light.

Fang's eyes darkened as he moved closer, "Show it to me, Jade." he said, his voice was a low growl.

"Fine." Jade snapped, reaching up and pulling her sleeve down, revealing the inky rose etched on her shoulder. "Are you happy now? You know all you need to know to hate me." she said, her voice sarcastic, as if she'd been here before.

Fang glared at her, stepping away, "How dare you even come close to Faith's Edge, after what you and your group have done to so many of us." he said, disgust clear in his voice, "You best get out of here." he warned and headed in the opposite direction and disappeared down a street.

There were a lot of things Jade wanted to yell after him, but she restrained herself. Sighing, she turned around and headed back to Chloe's.

Marco glanced at Chloe. "Waffles and I want a sandwich!" He picked up his pet and held him in his arms, cradled like a baby. "He's a hungry little bugger!"

Fang felt anger build up inside of him and continued on his way back to Faith's Edge. The last thing he wanted was to see Jade again.

Chloe rolled her eyes, "I'm making pasta tonight, you two will have to just deal with that." she smiled, leaning against the fire stove, "Oh! Also, there's a new girl in town." she revealed happily.

((So tired guys, night!))

"Single?" Marco asked raising any eyebrow. "I could do with that..." He chuckled and sat down in a chair at the table. "Actually, no, dating within the team always leads to a catastrophic failure. Remember that one guy we had a few months ago? Yeah, we don't talk about that guy anymore..." He leaned back in the chair, his black hair rolling back over his head. He looked down at Waffles. "You gonna be okay with whatever pasta she's gonna cook? I know you wanted a sandwich, buuuuut..."

Waffles backed and wagged his tail. "Good boy, Marco said patting his head.

(Yeah I'm heading to bed too. Nighty night!)

Jade stalked down the street with her hands in her pockets, approaching Chloe's porch. She took a deep breathe to calm herself then opened the door.

"I just hope it'll please Waffles, that's what I live for, making Waffles good food." Chloe said, a hint of light sarcasm in her voice. She heard the door open and glanced through the doorway once again, "Speaking of the new girl, here she is. Marco, this is Jade."

Jade looked at Marco, surprised that someone else was here.
"Hello." she said simply, entering the kitchen

"Don't mind this guy, he's a bit different, but he's a sweetie." Chloe teased, "And so is his Waffles." she looked around her, "Where's Fang?"

"He...took a longer walk." Jade replied carefully. She'd explain later

"Awh," Chloe made a face, "Oh well then, I guess he'll miss out on dinner."