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[iProngs]

»Ƨσмɛтιмɛƨ вɛιиɢ Ʋитσʋcнαвℓɛ ιƨ α ɢσσ∂ тнιиɢ«

Untouchables have lived amongst the Ordinaries for hundreds of years. They're the people no one wants to hang out with - the Outcasts.

Untouchables live in clans and there's normally three clans in a city. Untouchables possess three different powers. They start getting their powers at 10, another power shows up around 13, and the last power comes about around the age of 16. The first power is a weaker power, i.e. becoming faster, better eyesight, etc. The second power is a bit stronger, such as reading minds or x-ray vision. The third power is the most powerful, the Untouchable can begin to control others movements, talk to animals, etc.

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When a few Ordinaries start to see that Untouchables possess these powers, they start getting curious. The town authorities are blaming wildlife. Is it the wildlife or is it the Untouchables causing all the casualties? Time will only tell.

[iProngs]

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[iProngs]

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Everyone seems tightly knit in the DePaul Clan, they seem to be the happiest of the Untouchables. No secrets, no lies - as far as the members of the clan know. But, the Leader is hiding something. No one knows who their parents are and the Leader won't tell them all anyone knows is either their parents died or ran away. The Leader likes to think of the people of the clan as their children.

Яσɢʋɛ Ɔℓαи

Everyone in the Rogue Clan is quiet and conservative. They seem to speak to others within their clan, but none of the neighboring clans. There is suspicion of this clan being the ones killing off the nosy Ordinaries. When questioned about this, they shake avoid the question or walk on - raising the suspicion.

βяʋи Ɔℓαи

The Brun Clan is the 'Elite' Clan of the Untouchables. Supposedly Phillipe Brun started the Untouchables with a science experiment back in the 1800's. He tested it on a little orphan boy about the age of eight. The boy didn't show any signs of changing after the first few weeks, but Brun kept watch on him and about the age of ten, the boy started seeing better. By the age of 13 he could read minds. Finally at age 16 he was able to make things levitate. Brun got a few more orphans and injected them with this serum, creating a group of Untouchables.

[iProngs]

✰Ƥяσғιℓɛ Ƨκɛℓɛтσи✰

Ʋитσʋcнαвℓɛ

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[size=10]I write this on my papers: [color=insertpostingcolorhere]Name[/color].
But everyone calls me [color=insertpostingcolorhere]Nickname[/color].
I have been bullied for [color=insertpostingcolorhere]Age[/color] years.
I enjoy the finer things in life, [color=insertpostingcolorhere]Likes[/color].
But I loath [color=insertpostingcolorhere]Dislikes[/color].
I was born like this [color=insertpostingcolorhere]Biography/History/Description[/color].
I am loyal to the [color=insertpostingcolorhere]Clan[/color] clan.
I'm not like the others I [color=insertpostingcolorhere]Powers. Keep in mind if you are not 15/16 you do not have all three powers[/color]
This is who fakes my smile [color=insertpostingcolorhere]Username[/color][/size]

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[size=10][color=insertpostingcolorhere]Name[/color] is what's on my Birth Certificate.
Although [color=insertpostingcolorhere]Nickname[/color] is what they call me.
I've lived around them for [color=insertpostingcolorhere]age[/color] years.
I take too many things for granted, [color=insertpostingcolorhere]Likes[/color].
I just can't stand [color=insertpostingcolorhere]Dislikes[/color].
People see me as [color=insertpostingcolorhere]Biography/History/Description[/color]
This is who pulls my strings: [color=inserpostingcolorhere]Username[/color][/size][/align]

If you want a leader position in a clan, please specify in the PM.

[iProngs]

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Ʋитσʋcнαвℓɛƨ

Ɖɛραʋℓ Ɔℓαи

˩ɛα∂ɛя: Postion open




I write this on my papers: Brooklynne Davis.
But everyone calls me Brooklynne, Brook.
I have been bullied for 17 years.
I enjoy the finer things in life, nature, music, writing music, and spending time with her clan.
But I loath rude people/bullies.
I was born like this Brooklynne was born in the clan, not knowing much about either of her parents - as no one else did in the clan. Brooklynne likes to keep to herself most of the time, which makes her a loner in school. She likes her clan family and enjoys the support she gets from them. She hates being different and often wishes that she could 'turn off' these abilities and just be normal.
I am loyal to the DePaul clan.
I'm not like the others I have night vision, can read minds, and talk to animals.
This is who fakes my smile: iProngs









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I write this on my papers: Anastasia Pike.
But everyone calls me Tasia Tasie.
I have been bullied for 15 years.
I enjoy the finer things in life, Birds, 5:25 in the morning, unsweetened chocolate.
But I loath crowds, energetic people, thinking.
I was born like this Anastasia vaguely remembers parental figures from when she was very young--or recently remembers. She always knew she was strange when she was little, and it proved to be true one time when she was lost in the woods and deprived of human contact. It almost killed her. For some reason, Anastasia thinks this is the reason of her first "ability" that helps her out so much. She has a sarcastic streak, and sometimes wonders why she wasn't born into the Rouge clan, but is altogether a loyal, loving, teenage girl..
I am loyal to the DePaul clan.
I'm not like the others I When she was ten, she strangely went blind. No one is sure why, but instead of getting a power, that's what happened. Her second power was the ability to have an almost perfect memory. This helps when she tries to remember her parents from before her thoughts were even completely coherent. As for her third, she hasn't received it yet. But Tasia fervently hopes it will involve being able to see again.
This is who fakes my smile Linniana













Яσɢʋɛ Ɔℓαи


˩ɛα∂ɛя: Position open


I write this on my papers:Priscilla Nadadse Falls.
But everyone calls me Rue, Pris..
I have been bullied for 18 years.
I enjoy the finer things in life, Violence, photography, drawing, Metal, and Close-quarter combat weapons..
But I loath Contradictory people, arrogance, Pushiness..
I was born like this Priscilla had been an outcast starting from age 6, never fitting in anywhere, and rather being ignored or shunned because of her explosive temper, and violent tendancies. This of course stemmed from the abusiveness she faced from her father, as proud, and high-ranking as he was, disliked having such a daughter to spoil his image, and disgrace the family name. At age 8 however, and after much pleading of Priscilla's mother Pris was sent for help, a psychiatrist, to be exact who soon analyzed her as well as he could, and sent her back, having no resources to help her in the least. At the age of 10, however, things changed, she was able to move faster than she should be able to, and this helped her secure jobs, and make her way up in the world. At the age of 18, she was complete, and soon started looking for the secret clans she only heard rumors of..
I am loyal to the The Rogue Clan.
I'm not like the others I Enhanced Speed, Mind-Reading, Telekinesis (Limited to two tons, and can be employed as push, pull, lift, and strike.)















βяʋи Ɔℓαи

˩ɛα∂ɛя: Position open

I write this on my papers: Sable Sepulcher.
But everyone calls me Seph.
I have been bullied for seventeen years.
I enjoy the finer things in life, such as reading, writing, fencing, and drawing illustrations to stories..
But I loath those who believe themselves better than others, especially the higher ranking Brun clan members..
I was born like this I am not entirely sure of my heritage, but I know that the Brun Clan picked me up from an orphanage. Other clans had come and seen me; however, something about me seemed to make them turn away in disgust. I grew up within the clan, but I attended an Ordinary school. My abilities are not openly noticable, so I was able to fit in easily. My hair is short, spiky, and black, and I like it that way. My eyes are a dark green, so I usually dress in black or red to coordinate between my eyes and haircolor. I tend to talk a good deal, but be forewarned that I never say anything useful or say my true feelings..
I am loyal to the Brun clan.
I'm not like the others I have increased speed, the ability to blend completely into shadows, and the ability to shift to another's shape after coming into contact with them. My last ability is limited - I can only "store" one person's shape at once; however, I can use it as much as I would like. This does not include the other's powers.
This is who fakes my smile tenshu_rakurai




I write this on my papers: Antony Walker.
But everyone calls me Ant.
I have been bullied for sixteen years.
I enjoy the finer things in life, A nice cigarette, some wild parties, and a good brawl..
But I loath Anything with a set routine, cats, and people trying to tell me what to do.
I was born like this I've always had a problem with following the rules. After all, my can is the Elite, so why not act like it? I've pretty much done whatever I wanted for as long as I've been able to walk, my parents never being around to tell me what not to do, damned the consequences. I think that us "Untouchables" are actually the next evolutionary step in the sequence of homo sapiens, and therefor, we shouldn't be regulated to the shadows. But that's just me..
I am loyal to the Brun clan.
I'm not like the others I Heightened reflexes, minor precognition (only a few seconds), and the weakening of the bonds between molecules through touch.
This is who fakes my smile DeathsDirtyWorker

[iProngs]

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Ѳя∂ιиαяιɛƨ

[me]

Michael James Rodriguez is what's on my Birth Certificate.
Although Momo is what they call me.
I've lived around them for 16 years, seven months, and two days--but who's counting?
I take too many things for granted, Friendly people, familiar things, and usually chocolate, even if the average chocolate bar has eight insect legs in it.
I just can't stand New schools, new houses, idiots that pretend they know what they're talking about.
People see me as Momo was an army brat. At least until his dad died when he was ten. But for some reason, his mother still kept shuffling her three kids along from state to state, no matter the time of year. It makes it pretty hard to keep up with, and in some places, his Spanish heritage is still discriminated against (even though he's only half, and doesn't even really look Spanish--he can barely keep up with the language), so he never had many friends, and was never really in the loop of what was going on. Just another knot-head bumbling his way to adulthood.
This is who pulls my strings: Linniana

[iProngs]

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βяσσκℓʏииɛ

•°o.O O.o°•

No one talks to her, she feels so alone
She's in too much pain to survive on her own

Brooklynne sat down at a chair in the school cafeteria and pulled out a book. She flipped to the page she left on. Brooklynne sighed when she saw how much she had left. Ughh. There's a test on this Wednesday... She thought, groaning. Guess I'm just going to speed read. She continued to think, knowing she would never finish the book in time. She sighed as she started to read.

•°o.O O.o°•

Each day she goes on is a day that she is brave,
Fighting the lie that giving up is the way,
Each moment of courage her own life she saves

[xX-GekidokuKumori-Xx]

It was a beautiful day by any standards, the sun on Priscilla's skin spreading the wonderful warmth that only it could hold, and a warm, and gentle breeze stirring her long, and jet black hair about her shoulders. She could not ask for a better day, able to sit on an old and rather battered wooden park bench on her lunch break. The only thing she would enjoy more now was being able to exercise her powers, the daylight prohibited it, suspicion needing to remain low of their pack at the moment.
Sighing softly to herself however, Priscilla then looked up from her lap, and her hands, flicking the unruly and flowing hair out of her dark onyx-colored eyes, and instead letting them rest upon the small duck pond about 50 yards away. It was there that she was able to see each individual feather that covered the ducks, even the individual ribbons that clung to the very vane itself. See, Priscilla was an outcast, and 'Untouchable' as they so called themselves, holding powers that should not exist, and taking great pride in using them to achieve their means. The Rogue Clan, the only clan who believed that the untouchables should rule, often hurt or even killed the ordinaries. Ordinaries were lowly compared to them, and Priscilla herself had indulged herself in a killing last night, which thought made her instantly aware that she held a rather stout, and very sharp, razor infact, and previously stained with an innocent's blood. All because he chose to comment on Priscilla's attire, something she did not appreciate at all, and with that thought a twisted smile crossed her face, absorbed once more in the pleasantness of the day.

OoC: My first introductory post.

[iProngs]

βяσσκℓʏииɛ

•°o.O O.o°•

No one talks to her, she feels so alone
She's in too much pain to survive on her own

Brooklynne closed her book as the bell rang and put it back in her pink purse. She looked up to see Ordinaries staring at her. She rolled her blue eyes and got up from her seat. She walked to her locker to get out a few of her books. When she closed her locker and turned around she got ice water splashed on her. She yelped in surprise and stared at the group of guys as they walked away. She sighed, wishing she has some sort of fire power to burn them right on the spot. She shook her head, what was she thinking? She couldn't kill an Ordinary, it was agianst her clan rules. She took a deep breath as she headed to the bathroom to dry off a bit.

[[You did good! I can never seem to do a good introductory post.]]

•°o.O O.o°•

Each day she goes on is a day that she is brave,
Fighting the lie that giving up is the way,
Each moment of courage her own life she saves

[xX-GekidokuKumori-Xx]

Priscilla Nadadse Falls

Priscilla closed her eyes slowly once more and sat right back against the back of the bench, relaxing completely, her muscles turned off, all the problems of the day, gone. She needed this every day, unfortunately this was impossible, Priscilla's clan was her family, she devoted everything towards them, and in reward she was higher in rank than those who had been in the clan for years longer. She had only gotten into the clan four years ago, her being eighteen at the moment meaning she had been fourteen then. This made some clan members very angry, and some greatly disliked her success, which came because of her precise use of her abilities, and the training she put herself through; always extreme.
The watch on Priscilla's wrist however, started to beep, alerting her to get back to work, and she only had ten minutes. "Shame.." She whispered quietly to herself, tapping the biggest button the the right of her watch to shut the alarm off. It was quite annoying after all, but not near as annoying as the ordinaries that constantly stared at her, whether her attire shocked them, or the paleness of her skin. She was often told that she was beautiful, and often she ignored it. The make-up that she wore was not attractive, her spirit in essence lacking kindness as it once had, now replaced by cruel intentions, and mean comments. It was her life, as it was, and not a thing could change it, so standing up straight and stretching happily she started off down the sidewalk, taking her Converse's off to enjoy the warmth that the sun brought to the delightfully smooth cement. Her day was just so much better in this moment.

[iProngs]

βяσσκℓʏииɛ

•°o.O O.o°•

No one talks to her, she feels so alone
She's in too much pain to survive on her own

Brooklynne went over to the sink, making the girls there move. She grabbed some paper towels and started rubbing the wet parts of her clothes to try to dry them. She sighed as she looked in the mirror. She hated the way she looked and the way people judged her. She wished she could see what it was like to be someone that wasn't picked on everyday, someone that didn't stick out like a sore thumb...She found herself staring at one of the more 'popular' girls and quickly averted her eyes back to her wet shirt. She trashed the damp paper towel and grabbed a few more as the tardy bell rang. "Great." She thought, "Now I'm late." She sighed as she toweled off a bit more. After another damp paper towel, she decided her clothes wouldn't get any dryer and headed off towards her first class of the day.

•°o.O O.o°•

Each day she goes on is a day that she is brave,
Fighting the lie that giving up is the way,
Each moment of courage her own life she saves