There are three kinds of elves. The ones without an ability, the ones with an ability that’s shunned, and the ones who have a nice, respectable ability.
We’re the first and second ones in that list. You know, the rejects. The ones society left in the dirt. The ones that were spat at, and beat up, and broken down.
Well, not anymore. We’re rising up against those that oppress us. We’re going to pick up the broken pieces and put them together. We’re the Talentless Rejects.
Welcome to the rebellion. We call ourselves the Talentless Rejects because, even if we have “abilities,” they’re shunned, pretended not to exist. Besides, it sounds cooler than “Talentless and Also Talented Rejects.” Our base is an innocent looking cafe in Atlantis called Sakura Blossom Cafe. It’s a safe haven for all elves without abilities and elves shunned because of there’s. The boss, the leader, is unknown and secretive. (I’ll roleplay as the boss and other random members of the rebellion.) Let’s go.
Code name (Please, Nothing cringy or innocent and weak) :
Ability (If you have one, and ONLY ONE):
Appearance (Must have blue eyes):
Personality (Must have at least two flaws):
Open to shipping?:
Name: Hearth Johansson
Code Name: Kawa (Meaning Wit in Japanese)
Appearance: Dyed white-cream hair, pale skin, really light blue eyes, black jacket reaching his ankles, white shirt, dark gray pants, a white and red candy cane striped scarf for the sake of it
Personality: Calm, collected, friendly, casual, easy-going person, intelligent, can be too trusting of others, physically weak, relies on words too much to make up for physical weakness
Open to shipping?: No
Notes: Has been part of the rebellion since it was created...which
was about a month ago
This sounds so cool! I have been meaning to write a fanfic about something along these lines! Also, nice to meet a Magnus Chase fan.
Name: Glave Branwen
code name: Corr (meaning odd in Gealic)
Appearance: shoulder length messy aubern hair, freckled skin, one pale blue eye, one midnight blue,always wears Baggy cargo pants, and a vest with lots of pockets.
Personality: Curious, eccentric, practical, strsightforward, insensitive, can be brutally honest, doesn't know how to express feelings very well, often misjudges people and lands herself in sticky situations.
Open to shipping?: I mean, if anyone's interested? (highly doubt it, she doesn't get along with people very well.)
Notes: Very powerful telikenesis, roames around Mysterium in her free time, picking pockets and living on rooftops. Parents shunned her when she couldn't get into Foxfire, and she ran away from home.
Accepted! Welcome to the Talentless Rejects, Azar Abaslan. And yes, there’s will be blowing stuff up. Basically, what’s going to happen, is that the roleplay starts off in the Sakura Blossom cafe, where we’re kind of just running it like a normal cafe, working like normal employees. In reality, we’re observing all the elves who come in, pickpocketing them a little bit, get their IDs and such, eavesdropping on conversations. Then, we make our first public appearance, like, “What up elvin world, we’re the Talentless Rejects, and we’re gonna rock your world! We’re going to show you that us Rejects are just as good as you!” With some explosions because those are awesome and dramatic! After that, we pretty much beat up the snotty people, show them that they’re behavior isn’t cool, explode stuff, and slowly start forcing people to change the way they see the Talentless and shunned ability people!
2600:8807:1C01:A199:34FC:BE1:3691:A4BC wrote: Accepted! Welcome to the Talentless Rejects, Azar Abaslan. And yes, there’s will be blowing stuff up. Basically, what’s going to happen, is that the roleplay starts off in the Sakura Blossom cafe, where we’re kind of just running it like a normal cafe, working like normal employees. In reality, we’re observing all the elves who come in, pickpocketing them a little bit, get their IDs and such, eavesdropping on conversations. Then, we make our first public appearance, like, “What up elvin world, we’re the Talentless Rejects, and we’re gonna rock your world! We’re going to show you that us Rejects are just as good as you!” With some explosions because those are awesome and dramatic! After that, we pretty much beat up the snotty people, show them that they’re behavior isn’t cool, explode stuff, and slowly start forcing people to change the way they see the Talentless and shunned ability people!
OH HECK YES! I think the most dramatic thing to do would be to pull a JD and blow up Foxfire.
And when the school goes BOOM! With everyone inside (Pew! Pew! Pew!) In the rubble of their tomb, we'll plant this note explaining why they died- We the students of Foxfire School, will die! Our burnt bodies may finally get through, to you, your society churns out slaves and blanks-no thanks. Signed, the students of Foxfire School, Goodbye!
Appearance: Jet black hair, with sharp almost whitish-blue eyes, Slim, but muscular build, always wears two pitch black bracelets made of magisdian, and has almost shining white teeth.
Personality: Likes to make jokes, logical, can seem like he;s giving you the cold shoulder when he isn't, prefers a more closed friend group, but is willing to let others in, he can overanalyze a lot, and finally if someone isn't there to support/ground him to reality he could shut himself down completely and just become an emotionless shell.
Open to shipping: Sure why not
Extra:My sister manifested as an unusually powerful mesmer. And members of the council, most royal families (Including Vackers), and our parents fought hard for her not to be trained, and that she should be exiled.
(Also, when we make Foxfire go boom boom, try to avoid casualties, because we’re all literally teenagers and we don’t want to actually kill anyone, injury is fine though. Just strike fear and possibly hurt elves.)
It doesn't really matter that much as long as you have only 1 ability or don't have any at all. I'm a shade, and I don't think that's exactly banished. But you should still do something in your backstory to get you frowned upoun I guess...
Also, you could say that your parents were a Telepath and a Descryer, both pretty rare abilities, and were really disappointed when you manifested as a Psonipath/Technopath and kicked out or neglected you or something.
Alright, I’ll start. Quick summary of what’s going to happen:
Anyone already in the Talentless Rejects will be working a shift in the Sakura Blossom Bakery, our disguised base. We use it so we have enough money to sustain apartment rent for all the members who are homelessness. Then, anyone who is going to me a new member will walk up and order a Cherry Blossom Sugar Bun, which is the code for “I’d like to join you.” Hearth will nod and go over to the back room, grab an actual sugar bun with a note telling the customer to meet them outside in fifteen minutes, which is his break. From there, it’ll work out. I’ll be other backround characters and members of the rebellion
Hearth plastered a warm smile onto his voice and greeted the customer. He tried not the tap his foot as the male elf spent a solid five minutes looking through their menu. Finally, he ordered a cinnamon roll and left, muttering about bad customer service, snapping his fingers and conjuring some money on the counter. Hearth grit his teeth slightly.
Jerk. But what he doesn’t know...
“...Sir, you paid a dollar too much.” Hearth called out, lying through his teeth.
The elf turned and responded with a snobby, “Ugh, keep the change, you poor elves need it anyways-“
Their eyes went dull.
“Go outside and slap yourself in public before tripping over a rock and falling into the fountain.” Hearth muttered.
The elf did exactly that. You see, Hearth could’ve made him do that without talking, as a Mesmer, but his ability had a mutation to it, and it worked only when someone responded to his voice.
“Thanks, Jaylan! Hey, we’re running low on strawberry muffins, do you mind grabbing some from the back room and bringing them up here! The empty display case is severely triggering me.” Hearth called back cheeefully before turning towards the opening door.
I rush into the caffe, out of breath, but trying to be descreet. I'm late for my shift, due to a close call with the elvin police and a snobby noble who i've just pick-pocketed. I try to sneek into the back to start my shift.
Azar pushes herself up. "Just 'cause I'm talentless doesn't mean I can't fight, you know! I can still keep you from killing him, anyways, so just... take it out on his kids, 'kay? From what I remember, they were so annoying it'd be really good for them to be tortured."
I call to Hearth. "Hey, can you help me with the whinesses?" I'm trying to corral the panicking customers into the back room, where i can sedate them and have our telelpath remove the memories of Jayden going shade berzerk on the most influential elf in the cities.
But i only have a melder, and with ten elves to corall, i don't want to resort to brute force.
Hearth excused himself to the restroom before screamingly loudly into the toilet. He then stood up, dusted himself off, exhaled, and wondered why he had to be the second-in-command of the rebellion. Tomorrow, he and the rest of these people had to go out, blow things up, and announce themselves to the world, all whilst in disguise. He wasn’t looking forward to it. At all.
"I'm so sorry about that Mr. Vacker, Jayden has a bit of an issue with your family." Azar tried to explain, praying they wouldn't be sued. All she wanted was to blow up Foxfire. Was that so much to ask?
Glave shrugged to herself. Jaylan was seriously getting in her nerves. Did he think he was the only one with poblems? She mixed the ripplefluff batter thinking bitterly about all the snobs they served in this cafe, and smiling at the thought of waking them up tomorrow when they made Foxfire go boom.
Hearth looked up at the clock in relief after letting the others handle Alden. “My shift for the day is over. You guys remember the game plan for tomorrow, right?”
(The plan for tomorrow is basically, get on a disguise, get out there, blow stuff up and cause distractions and chaos, announce ourselves as the Talentless Rejects, get outta there so we don’t get arrested)
“And don’t kill anyone. Sure, you can harm them, scare them a little, but no murdering anyone, because we’re supposed to be a...semi-peaceful group. Also, murdering is not good and very bad.” Hearth was disappointed he had to explain “no murdering.”
“...I don’t know how you got into the Talentless Rejects.” Hearth sighed, but the sparkle in his eyes suggested otherwise.
“Anyways, we’re going to do some baking! Well, specifically, these treats are for the nobles...So...go to town with them. And remember, the number one rule about baking for nobles is...?” Hearth prompted, going into “Ultimate Mom Friend Mode TM.”
Hearth made sure his face was hidden underneath the hood of the white cloak he was wearing. He hated to have to part with his candy-cane striped scarf, but that would give him away. He pulled on a pair of fingerless gloves and loaded his bag with...things, lots of things.
“So, today’s the day...Don’t screw this up, please.”
Glave's disguise is an ugly clown mask(rainbow hair included). She also has two of what humans call guns, slinged to her belt, because she doesn't have an ability, so she needs something to cause trouble with.
“You and Jaylan are, yes. I’ll be taking the Atlantis fountain area, the rest of you will be spread out wherever. The other members are stationed throughout the Cities and other places.” Hearth confirmed,
Jaylan wore a black cloak with spots of shimmering things that looked like stars. He wore a hood and a mask that shadowed his entire face. There was a black leather satchel at his side filled to the brim with things.
Hearth sat on top of a building, swinging his legs and humming cheerfully as he waited for the right moment. Suddenly, backflipped off of the building, on top of the fountain. This got the attention of several elves.
“It’s time for the world to change! No longer will we, the shunned, stand in the shadows of the greater, more blessed elves. We are the Talentless Rejects, and to all those who find themselves shunned or neglected because of your ability or lack of one...” Hearth held a gloved hand out. “Then join us!”
He leapt into the crowd, the fountain blowing up behind him.
"Hello, Foxfire!" Azar screamed into the megaphone, "We're the Talentless Rejects, and we're here to shake things up! You've ignored us for too long, and we've got a score to settle! To all those who find themselves shunned or neglected because of your ability or lack of one, join us! To everyone else, get your butts out while you've still got 'em, 'cause Foxfire is going DOWN, and if you don't get out now, you'll be going with it! You've got a minute!"
Azar was trying to figure out where to put the knocked-out wonderboi. She figured she could leap to the cafe and stash him there... so she did, narrowly avoiding the officer.
(Okay, but imagine if it was like, an officer from the Elven Police Force of Morality.)
Hearth noticed officers and legal forces spreading out, and he quickly ditched his cloak and any remaining bombs. He pretended to be one with the crowd, and it worked. Everyone walked right past him. He quickly made his way back to the cafe, because an hour had passed, which seemed like a good time to get things back to normal.
Hearth sat back in one of the chairs of the cafe, his arms crossed, patiently waiting for the others to return. Preferably soon, and without murdering anyone, because he probably should not have trusted them with bombs and Foxfire.
Hearth ducked into the back room, and grabbed an actual Cherry Bomb Ripplefluff. He scribbled down a quick note, reading 11:00 pm, behind the cafe, shoved it into the box with the rest of the crumpeled tissue paper that surrounded the treat for the aesthetic. (Let’s say any treat starting with “Cherry” basically = I want to join.)
Hearth closed the box and returned to the counter, handing the Ripplefluff to the silver-haired elf. “Free of charge, because I don’t think I’ve seen you around.”
“It has literally been thirty minutes since the bombing, and you guys still want to blow stuff up? Hearth then muttered a long string of not very nice words under his breath. “Please don’t give her a bomb.”
(Sorry for the wait) At exactly 11:00 Kay appeared in the middle of the store. “Hey, I heard that! There is such thing as an Obscurer you know!” She held up the device. “I may not be a Technopath or a Vanisher, but I have my ways.” She lowered her voice. “Me and Kate, we are real assets. We’ve been training sense we were 4. If you don’t know how to do math, that’s 10 years. I have targeted and wide-spread inflicting prowess and Kate here is mastered in the art of Pyrokinetesis. I’m Re and she is Pyre. I know your wondering, did she just say Kate was here? And yes she is.”
Kay rolled her eyes. “She’s just kidding. She is actually allergic to water. If she’s around widespread water for more then like 30 minutes, she becomes a Vanisher almost. Except she can control it so it happens randomly. Everyone assumes she is a Vanisher, even the mentors. So she has a bad rep. It’s sad.”
She opened her palm by her side and inflicted fear into Jaylan. (Pls let it actually work it’s like a show of her powers) “ If you don’t let me be a part of your order I’ll never let you be without pain again! I’m not a fibber though, never, so your safe.”
(Oh you know how elves have like abilities well I went to Exile for a while because I wanted to stick with Kate when she went and they taught me a LOT OF STUFF like poison immunity seeing in the dark and blinking but I’d never admit that also enhanced senses)
Kay just smirked. “Almost nothing threatens me .” Calm and collected, she threw a katana that caught Jaylans shirt and pinned him against the wall. “I also have wicked aim. Now can we get to killing. I’m bloodthirsty.”
“Jaylan, can we not have another Alden situation right now? They’re willing, they have good reasons, and they could be assets to our group. Right now, that’s what we’re looking for.” Hearth sighed. He was sighing a lot more than he liked lately.
Kate was lying on the ground. “I have though so shut up Kay before you murder me! “ Fire batteries the darkness and it must have been everblaze because a second later she sat up gasping for breath. “Seriously? An enemy’s enemy is a friend.”
(Though it like the Rick Riordan reference I read all of his books by the time I was in third grade. I also have the ones he recommended and the ones that came out recently like the trails of Apollo I’m a mythology fan and I read Edith Hamilton’s famous Greek mythology in my library I got bulletins for all of my books they take up a wall top to bottom and the longer one to)
She ran up to Hearth. “Thanks for standing up for me, even though I didn’t need it.” (Also the tough act isn’t an act she’s jist REALLY TOUGH. She didn’t really need help. And yes what you said about shadowflux it felt like a weak shadow to her)
(Exile is sort of supposed to be inescapable. I doubt that a teenager could be able to escape, so maybe tone down on the “I’m kind of immune to stuff” and the angsty backstory. And no, Hearth isn’t open for shipping.)
RIP. I guess we all get the right to be edgy, considering how we’re a rebellion of teenagers who have pretty much been neglected by society. Hey, let’s just roll with it and hope we get a Todoroki-Style character development wave where people become kind of more nice? Anyways, accepted.
I guess after our stunt with the explosions really caught a bunch of people’s attentions, huh? Hearth thought before grabbing a cherry muffin. “Everyone in this cafe as of now is in the Talentless Rejects, so, welcome, I guess.”
Glave walked up to Beckett. "Hi." She said. "We should be best friends now"
"Okay... I guess..." Beckett said scatching at the back of his neck awkwardly. Beckett thought she was a real weirdo, but at least he had someone to talk to. He looked around the room, looking at all the people that were now part of this rebellion. There were 8 in all.
(Hey I’m the inflictor pls change your ability sorry pls there should probably just be one inflictor and I’m not whining but I got here first also inflicting is really rare so what ere the chances pls change it Nia- Kay)