` a e r i e ; a G!FTED rp (Made this long ago)

[Moony]

‘ A E R i E ’
_{"a runaway} g ! f t e d _rp"

“A long time ago... but somehow in the future.”
--Family Guy; StarWars

We are gifted. Powers such morals desire. We are imagined; wanted; fighting; hiding. Soaring through the skies, seeking for a refuge. Or some who chose rather to fight than to run. They say we are gifted; they say we are cursed.

But it does not matter now as we only go in one direction. Word got around. There happened to be more than one of us. Many numbers of us are heros, villains, fighters, or runners. And some wished they were... normal. But what was normal? Some who seeks to capture us? Who destroys the boarding schools? And recently of all—killings have taken place.
Is this racism? We were indeed different, but was that all the reason to kill?

There are groups, militaries, or whatever—who wishes to do such things to us. Us, who may be even heroes or who just wanted to live. Gifted pacifists had no choice but to runaway. But what point was running away if the world was only a small island. An island who would soon crumble.

“...I’m home”

Here’s an island—it is named Aerie, meaning a home in a high place. Beyond the island, there is nothing but water. A vast ocean stretching far and far, like the sky. Although there is nothing high about Aerie, a warm tropical-scene island, it is named Aerie for the birds, the sky, the air, the stars. A goal, something high that we dream of... because once you are at the sky, it is a long way to fall back to the island.

The Gifted generation has always been there, almost forever. They were hidden, and there were times that they lived with the villagers together in tranquility, in paradise. But somehow, the paradise has been lost.

The island is always the same, with plenty amount of air and food. But people were sick of the island. They wanted to know what was beyond the ocean and the sky. Inventions were created to reach that goal. People learned to swim, but there was a point in the ocean where they could not go on. People jumped from trees—to land splat in the island. Items were created. Kites, fake wings, goggles, catapults, go-carts. But nothing worked.

Until someone found an idea. An idea that we couldn’t change the island for them to escape, but we had to change in order to escape. Then the Gifted were captured, who could find, who could bend objects, create nature, who could fly.

“Fly that Runway”

__RULES
1. General Rules apply—no Powerplay/Godmod, your character only, ooc rules, and no inappropriate content.
2. Characters must follow form and be original.
3. Each post must be at least 150 words, at least a detailed paragraph.
4. All images must be linked. Don’t post with [ /img]
4. You may only have ONE power and has unlimited sub-powers. PLEASE make the powers "sub-sub" powers. That are evolved from your regular power or used to help it. It CANNOT be a different power whole.
You can’t say “power: telepathy”. Be detailed. Do you sense your loved ones? Or do you control physical objects?
Powers cannot be extreme. Like time-traveling or mind-reading or telling the future.
Example -> Power: Flying
Sub-power: Has large, angel-like wings to fly. //Wings may be used for attacking, gusting with wind, having traits that supports flying (resistance to temperature/pressure, realization in surroundings at fast speed).


*** OMG I KNOW. GUESS WHAT I FOUND. XD ***
This was something long time ago I wrote, but I found it and I think it's pretty good.

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