Wanderers

[Chronicler]

The wanderers are a group of immortals with strange powers. The setting is New York City, where several of these immortals have begun to surface. I was hoping more information about them and their history could be introduced as the story progresses.

Name: Care Allaten
Age: Unkown (believed to be between 1000 and 1200 yrs old)
Physique and Appearance: Tall and well built, Care's flaky rugged blond hair seems out of place compared to his dark, tanned skin and sparkling dark eyes. His face, devoid of any wrinkles, seems ageless, but handsome none-the-less. He has a dark symbol tattooed on his chest just below the point where his collar bones meet.

The Wanderers. Who are they? Who am I? The blood that flows in their veins older than any civilization, and their power is immense. They are hidden, thoguh they live rich and powerful lives, and they have lived for centuries. With each breath they - I take, the power grows. But now in one of mankind's biggest cities... I can feel one who is like me...

 

[Valdimer]

Jeffery Everon




Jeff stood in his office. I pipe in his hand, he watched as activity proceeded below. It was night, and he was the only one in the gigantic skyscraper. "The city that never sleeps. Indeed." he said, taking a long drag from his pipe. He had seen cities and civilazations fall, the world evolving around him, as he stood by, a silent observer.

He could feel it though. The pull of his kind. It drew him....focused his attention toward the inner parts of the city. One was near....he could feel it. He ran his hand through his short cut hair, and straightened his suit. Returning to his desk, he picked up the phone, and pushed one of several buttons. "Bring the car around. I shall be down shortly." He grabbed his overcoat and headed for the elevator. Pushing the button for the bottom floor, the doors closed, and he headed down.......

 

[Chronicler]

I could feel it coming closer, a Wanderer. It was cold, and even though I had a dark coat wrapped around me, it was not the weather that was making me shiver. A burning heat blazed from the symbol on my chest. I was afraid the glow would become visible evn through my dark clothing. The glow began to fade shortly, and eventually disappeared. Where was I know. In all my travels, it had been my first time to come to America. I had preferred the Continent and the Asian countries until now.

 

[bobo_daclown]

Tan McIvey:
(Just another human)

Jumping into the long black beamer, I feel the rush of money. I crank the key and she starts up, humming softly under my caress. I change the radio back to its preprogrammed station and lower the volume considerably.

From the third basement level, I begin to circle upward through the parking garage to the main level. There, I stop the car and wait for old man Everon. People say he's worked for this company for ever.

I pull my long blonde hair back and into a tight rubber band. Then, I replace my driver's cap. I look out my window to see the man himself exit the elevator.

 

[Valdimer]

Jeffery Everon



Walking out of the elevator, Jeff headed toward the waiting car. The overcoat slung over his arm, he opened the door and climbed in. "Take me to the inner city Mr. McIvey....and due take your time."

Jeffery sat back, and poured himself a drink. Southern Comfort, on the rocks. The car pulled out, and Jeffery stared out the tinted window, the feeling growing stronger........

 

[bobo_daclown]

Tan McIvey:

In the car, the obnoxious aristocrat orders me to drive him to the inner city. One of these days, I'll be rich too. Meanwhile, I just fantasize about throttling these rich know-it-alls.

Although old man Everon cautions me to take my time, I drive as normal: barely following the traffic signs and lights. Suddenly, I swerve as some taxi cuts me off.

"Sorry, Mr. Everon." I mumble to my passenger, nodding at the rearview mirror.

Frowning, he mumbles something back: I'm glad I don't hear it. Then, he yells out, "Turn here! Now!"

 

[Valdimer]

Jeffery Everon



Jeffery slid in the bench seat of the back end of the car, the driver barely missing a taxi cab. "Sorry Mr. Everon." he heard from the front. "And so you should be." he muttered. The bright lights of the city moving by him, the urge grew strong all of a sudden.

"Turn here..Now!" he said, pointing to the right. The feeling grew stronger and stronger. He was getting close. A man, a tall man, dressed in black, with long blonde hair, stuck out in the crowd of many on the sidewalk. "Pull over." he stated simply. Rolling his window down, he looked calmly at the man, motioning for him to aproach the vehicle.......

 

[bobo_daclown]

Tan McIvey:

I bring the car to a halt next to a fire hydrant. A tall, muscular man moves to the side of the car. Since Mr. Everon has opened his window, the man sticks his large head in to talk; his blonde hair falls over his face as he whispers to my passenger.

Then, despite my policy of no hitchhikers, Old Man Everon tells me to unlock the other rear door. I reach back and pull up the lock, wondering why my reputable boss would invite a stranger into his car.

 

[Chronicler]

Care Allaten

The car pulled up sharply, the driver invisible through the tinted glass. A window from the back opened and I saw him. A Wanderer like myself. He beckoned for me to come. The back door opened and I joined him. In the rear-view mirror I could see his driver, human, glancing darkly at me before setting his eyes to the road.

Turning to my companion I began to take him in. He was old, possibly as old as myself, and possibly- no, dangerously- as powerful.

(OOC: This is my opportunity to ask you both what you look like. I don't know anything apart from the fact that Tan's got blond, long, hair)

 

[bobo_daclown]

Tan McIvey:

Once the new man enters the black buick, I pull back into the slow night traffic of the city that never sleeps. Realizing that old man Everon is eager to talk with his new guest, I drive to a private park.

I park the car by the curb and leave the motor running. I grab the black leather jacket from the passenger seat and pull it over my white dress shirt. With that, I get out of the car and sit on the bench by the shrubbery. I cross my right leg over my left and lean back comfortably in my jeans. I reach into my inside jacket pocket and pull out a pack of cigs. Tapping the box to pack the tobacco, I pull out one of the Kamels and put it between my thin lips. I flip open my Zippo and pull the flame into the cig. The smoke curls around my stubbly face and into the cool night air.

The way I figure it, tis better to use this opportunity to smoke. When old man Everon wants me to drive him somewhere, he'll yell at me--as is his way.

 

[Valdimer]

Jeffery Everon





The sleek black car pulled away, and Jeff sat their quietly. Ian knew where to go, so he poured himself another drink.

The car pulled into an empty park, somewhere in the inner parts of the city. His wrinlked face tightened, for but a moment, remembering things past. He looked over to his passanger. "Tell me, what do you know.....where have you been? I can feel you....your power. You're ancient, this I can tell. It's in your eyes. Tell me...." he said, sipping his drink.........

 

[bobo_daclown]

Tan McIvey:

I suck the smoke through the filtered end of my cig and blow it out my nose. The trails from my nose are so very similar to the emissions from the car's exhaust pipe. Realizing how horrible my habit is, I drop the cig to the ground and crush it with the heel of my black cowboy boot. Just like last night, I vow that I will never smoke again--and this time, I mean it.

Above the cloud of smoke coming from the tailpipe of the car, the signature license plate EVERON shines reflects the small lights. All of a sudden, it dawns on me that I thought my boss's name was Everson, not Everon. I wonder if I accidentally called him. Then I realize that perhaps people might misread my name as I know few men named Tan.

OOC:

Sorry, V_79, I misread Everon as Everson and just edited my prior posts to match the correct name. Also thought that I'd point out that my character's name is Tan.

 

[Chronicler]

OOC: Maybe us three should agree on a plot privately because it's getting difficult to go anywhere with this?

 

[Kaos_Star]

Christoph Kayen

Sitting in his study thinking, Christoph looked up from his desk. He had been having some awfully bad dreams as of late and recently they were getting worse. He would wake screaming and his room would be lit up from the mark on his chest glowing.
"There is someone out there," he said aloud to himself,"Maybe even two of them." Christoph stood up deciding that he was done at his study for the day and went to the shower to clean up. He stared at the man in the mirror. The black hair long and stringy and those distinct solid black eyes, something he had been told was a family thing. "I wonder if they are out there feeling the way I do." Once finished cleaning himself, Christoph laid down in his rather large bed and went to sleep. "I think something big is in store for this city, but what............."