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[The Blue Blob]

x • Hari • Gemiin •
xⓝⓐⓣⓘⓞⓝⓐⓛ: Indian, but raised in
xⓟⓔⓡⓢⓞⓝⓐⓛ: Michievious • Sporty • Attention-seeking
xⓟⓞⓦⓔⓡⓕⓤⓛ: Astral projection • Thoughtform projection
xⓐⓣⓢⓒⓗⓞⓞⓛ: Sophomore
xⓒⓞⓛⓞⓡⓕⓤⓛ: Cornflowerblue
xⓜⓨⓜⓐⓢⓣⓔⓡ: The Blue Blob

x • Alyssandra • Lucia • Marino •
xⓝⓐⓣⓘⓞⓝⓐⓛ: Italian
xⓟⓔⓡⓢⓞⓝⓐⓛ: hyper • childish • loving
xⓟⓞⓦⓔⓡⓕⓤⓛ: plant manipulation
xⓐⓣⓢⓒⓗⓞⓞⓛ: freshman
xⓒⓞⓛⓞⓡⓕⓤⓛ: orange
xⓜⓨⓜⓐⓢⓣⓔⓡ: The Blue Blob

x • Nava • Sahar •
xⓝⓐⓣⓘⓞⓝⓐⓛ: Iranian
xⓟⓔⓡⓢⓞⓝⓐⓛ: quiet • nervous • studitious
xⓟⓞⓦⓔⓡⓕⓤⓛ: • Invisibility • Object Invisibility •
xⓐⓣⓢⓒⓗⓞⓞⓛ: Junior
xⓒⓞⓛⓞⓡⓕⓤⓛ: Deepred [#990033]
xⓜⓨⓜⓐⓢⓣⓔⓡ: The Blue Blob

[The Blue Blob]

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• Alyssandra • Lucia • Marino •

"Candy anyone?"

The facts...


My mother called me Alyssandra Lucia Marino and wrapped me in pink. Fourteen years later my friends call me Alys ( pronounced like "Alice" ). They give me presents on Spring twenty-second, but all I really want is to meet that perfect boy. I call Italy my one true home but I'm off to India to learn how to control my gravity manipulation and intangibility.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxx...on the outside...


When I look in the mirror I see myself of course silly! All four foot eleven inches of me, from my medium blonde coloured, shoulder length hair and bright blue eyes down to my tiny feet ( which Ryan and Desi tease me for at every chance ). In between those features is a rather slim girl who is showing the first signs of maturing into a woman ( Although the idea of me being grown up or mature is kind of laughable... ). Pretty much everything about me is small... hands, body; the works. The only thing that isn't is my eyes which are really only a normal size but compared to the rest of my features look kinda wierdly big, in my opinion anyway!
I normally wear summery clothes all year around since its pretty warm in Italy so thats near enough all I own. I don't often wear trousers, always a skirt or dress, mostly worn with some type of sandals or flat shoes since I'm not all that keen on heels. Alot of my clothes have had alterations, additions or embroidery added to them since they were bought and some I've made totally from scratch; well, from hacking apart old clothes to make new things. Most of my clothes are either brightly, or lightly, coloured. I'm almost never seen in boring blacks or greys or dark blues. Oh and it's a very rare thing if you ever see me without some kind of ribbon in my hair, I just love the stuff so much!
Have a look at my album! Well, actually I left my album back at home, so I only have this one old picture. I love photography though so I'm sure I'll take new ones during the year!

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx...the inside...


I'm good at sewing, dancing and cheering people up. But it's best if you don't let me do math, read maps or ask me to act maturely. My favourite colour is orange and candy, summer, dancing, colourful things, smiles and did I already say candy? make me happy but I prefer to avoid grumpy people, meat, rain, being injured and dark colours. I loathe birds and would love to be a professional ballet dancer when I leave school.

People say I'm annoying, but they're just boring spoil sports! I always act happy even when something is getting me down, because I think life's too short to waste time mopping. Yep! I'm one of those 'live every minute like its your last' type people. So if I talk to you and I seem quite blunt its not because I'm trying to be rude or anything like that, it's just how I am. If I think you're awesome thats exactly what I'll tell you, if I don't like you (which is really unlikely) I'll tell you too. I'm used to being treated like the youngest since I only have older brothers so that's exactly how I behave, same for girliness really! If you end up being one of those people that thinks I'm annoying... tough! I'm not going to change who I am for anybody!

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx...in the past...


Well... I guess I should begin with being born right? I was born in Italy in a medium sized town. It really is a beautiful place. It's a really really old walled town that was abandoned like two hundred years ago or something that got restored in the fifty's so its all proper stone buildings and little narrow winding streets leading to secluded squares and that kind of thing. I had so much fun when I was little, exploring and learning every street and alleyway. By the time I was about seven I knew it better than the back of my own hand. To this day its still my favourite place on earth. Oops! I was meant to be telling you about my past not the town... So yeah I was born the youngest child and only daughter, with two older brothers (Ryan and Desi). We had this really nice house near the wall of the town; one of the few with a proper small garden as apposed to just a balcony and thats where I lived all my life until I came to India!

Seeing as both my parents had this wierd gene thing I guess its kind of a given that me and both my brothers had abilities too. I grew up surrounded by things happening that most people would faint at or deny that they had seen, but to me, it was just normal life. Perhaps too normal... I had my abilities from birth I suppose, although I didn't learn to use them until I was about eighteen months old and I could walk. There were a couple of baby gates around the house to make sure I didn't fall down stairs or whatever and I remember wanting to go and find Mum (who I knew to be in the kitchen) so I just walked straight through the gate and toddled over to her! Pretty neat huh? The gravity maniplation came after watching toystory when I was about two and a half; I decided I wanted to fly like buzz so I climbed up on the bannister at the top of the stairs, just like he did, and jumped off. Nearly gave Dad a heart attack when he walked through the hallway a few minutes later and I was floating in mid air doing roly-poly's and somersaults!

Fastforward a few years to my first week at school. I was kind of the class oddity, seeing as neither of my parents are actually Italian at all, I just class as Italian because I was born here, so I don't have typical Italian colourings. My blonde hair, bleached even lighter from playing outside in the sun all the time, stuck out like a sore thumb against everyone elses dark hair and tan skin. I wasn't really fussed though, if they didn't wanna be my friends or play with me I sure as heck wasn't going to let it get me down! That is until this one kid decided it would be funny to trip the new girl up. Seeing as I was in the middle of running about at the time I went totally flying and only avoided breaking something because I slowed my landing with some anti-gravity, just like I always did without even thinking about it. However I did drop the doll I'd been holding, it was my absolute favourite, a porcelain faced blonde that had a wardrobe of mini outfits to put on her. Today she was in a little yellow dress with a matching hat and shoes. She fell and hit the hard playground, cracking her face right across the middle. I was not amused. I picked myself up and turned around to face the boy, who was just stood there grinning stupidly at me "How would you like it if I made your face break on the playground?!" I demanded to know, my tiny hands clenched into tight fists. He just kinda stared at me blankly, smile and colour draining from his face as he started to slowly but inexorably fold downwards to the floor. I guess its a good thing he resisted, I might actually have smashed his head against the floor if he hadn't, as it was he ended up flat on the floor, clutching at his stomach and screaming as his body squashed downwards. At this point Desi broke through the crowd of horrified, silent, staring children that had gathered around to watch my revenge and grabbed my arm, pulling me away so that my concentration was broken.

The boy was alright in the end, no permenant damage anyway. Mum and Dad got called in and thanks to Mum's main ability being memory manipulation the whole thing got cleared up and none of them remember any of it happening. Except the boy who I heard still has 'unexplained' nightmares about being crushed... I guess that was the first time anyone thought to tell me that most people aren't like us and that it's best to not use my abilities around them. Other than that little incident my schooling was relatively straight forward and average, I was still the loner kid but no one acted out against me again, I excelled in creative subjects and totally failed all the team sport related ones, nothing else interesting to tell about my schooling up until now. The last year has been really lame because both my brothers were at school in India so I had no one to play with! But this year I'm off to school there too I'm so excited! I suppose I'm a bit nervous too because other than Ryan and Desi I won't know anyone... but I'm sure I'll make friends fast!

From here onwards it should get alot more interesting though! I mean, going to a school for kids with abilities is going to be so much fun! I'll be able to use my powers there and learn to do more stuff with them and all sorts! I really can't wait to get there!

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx...and the present.


Now I'm off to school for my freshman year! I'm staying in the dorms so I won't have to walk to school each day. I'm taking creative writing, dance, power development, environmental science, cookery and fashion this year but of course its not all about lessons! My after school plans are:
Monday: just chilling
Tuesday: just chilling
Wednesday: just chilling
Thursday: just chilling
Friday: just chilling
I'll probably sign up for a couple of clubs and try and find a job to keep me occupied once I'm at school though, and to pay for my candy addiction!

I dance on the strings of The Blue Blob

[The Blue Blob]

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• Hari • Gemiin •

quote/rumour

The facts...


My mother called me Hari Gemiin and wrapped me in blue. Fifteen years later my friends call me Hari. They give me presents on Autumn nineteenth, but all I really want is to keep my perfect girl. I call the USA my one true home but I've been staying in India where I was born to learn how to control my astral projection (and the seeing ghosts that comes with it) and thoughtform projection.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxx...on the outside...


When I look in the mirror I see a fairly slimly built teenager, not much visible muscle on me at all, I'm more the wiry muscles type. From head to toe I'm about 5"11, but thats including my hair, which invariably sticks up at every angle imaginable, I'm actually a couple of inches shorter without it. On the note of my hair its kinda dark brownish, and choppy, some bits are medium length (the bits that stick up alot) and others are down to my shoulders. My eyes are like a greyish browny kind of colour... I'm not really sure what to call them to be honest... I suppose they change with the time of day and the light and all that.
I normally wear loose white or lightly coloured tshirts and jeans or canvas trousers except when I'm training in which case I wear slacks or shorts depending on the weather. If it gets cold i don a hoody or jacket but since I'm active so much I don't normally need it. i have a couple of favourite pairs of shoes but half the time I'm wearing training shoes anyway.
Have a look at my album! I don't have an album... I don't really like photos to be hoenst - too likely that someone will catch me on camera doing something I shouldn't be! Oh wait... I forgot about this one photo.

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I'm good at sports, pranks and being the center of attention. But it's best if you don't let me do anything academic, try to keep quiet or still or go hungry. My favourite colour is emeraldgreen [#00C957] and being active, Felecia, fruits, funny people and attention make me happy but I prefer to avoid geeks, garlic, being stuck indoors, rain and Alexial. I loathe being alone and would love to be a professional in a sport when I leave school.

People say I'm different things depending on when they met me. All those aunts and uncles that you meet who go on about "When I last saw you you were this big!" and indicate somewhere around their knees; they would tell you I'm a mischiveous child who's always moving or playing sport or doing something, that I never sit still and that it wouldn't do me any harm to take a leaf out of my sisters book and calm down a little from time to time. Of the two of us I was always the one on the naughty step while she got treats for good behaviour, so I began to toe the line. I'd play up just enough to be annoying and get on peoples nerves but not enough to give anyone reason to tell me off. Thats how my middle school teachers would say I am; a pain in the backside who never actually does anything wrong but still manages to be a nuisance. People at Eden Rose would say I'm one of those kids that gets on with pretty much everyone, no real enemies or anything like that. I'm always with people and I'm always suggesting things to do because I hate sitting around doing nothing, so I guess people tend to look to me for that automaticlaly now.

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Well... I was born at eleven minutes past seven in the evening on Autumn nineteenth and my sister was born just eight minutes later. I was the bigger child and, as far as parental psychology goes apparantly that means I get less attention because Alexial looked smaller and weaker and all that rubbish. So from a very young age I was the trouble maker to try and wrest back my fair share of attention I guess. I never really got on with Alexial. She was the good, obedient, patient one, who played nicely with other children and shared her toys and I was the one eating glue and jumping on tables, stealing other kids toys and hiding them... generally making a nuisance of myself I suppose. My parents fawned attention on her for being a good girl and I got ignored. Thats pretty much how all of school went for me, I perfected my misbehaving and had it down to a fine art by the time I was twelve.

We both developed the same powers, which seemed really weird since we're non-identical. That only made my trouble making even more interesting, since I could project and see things I shouldn't be able to see, or flash a projection and make people think there was something there when there wasn't - like in horror films where they look up and see something in the mirror, and then turn around and it's gone? Had great fun tricking all the girls in my middle school into thinking one of the girls bathrooms was haunted!

Last year we both ended up going to this special highschool in India for kid's like us. Turns out our Dad had an ability he never told Mum about, so he wasn't surprised when we got invited there, but Mum didn't seem very impressed. They worked out their differences in the end though, and off we went to India. At first, I wasn't so sure about the new school. In middle school, even though no-one else knew it, I was special and different from the rest of them, and I was always the center of attention. At Eden Rose, everyone has powers, and I worried that might mean things wouldn't be the same, but while there's always something mind boggling going on there, teenagers are still just teenagers and I'd soon found myself a crowd of friends to mess around with.

The downside at Eden Rose is they wouldn't just sigh and say my bad academic grades were unavoidable and that I was hopeless. They made me do this test with loads of random questions, and it turns out I'm dyslexic, which supposedly means I'm smarter than normal, but I have trouble with words, spellings and numbers. So when I know the answer, I can't get it out in words to explain it, and everyone assumes I don't know and I'm stupid. Sounds about right. While it was nice to finally get why I was the way I was, they forced me to sign up for their mentoring scheme, where they pair you with a really clever student who's meant to help you get better and stuff. I hated the idea at first and I walked out on Felecia more than once from frustration over how difficult I found some of the work. But she was stubborn and persistent and eventually my grades started to slowly creep up a little. They're still not great but at least I'm not straight failing anymore. The silver lining is Felecia. Over all those sessions we ended up being really close. She didn't judge me instantly as a troublemaker or stupid and I guess that's what I really needed - someone who thought I could do better, rather than a hopeless class clown. We ended up dating, and even now she's probably the only person that see's past my fooling around. She's the only person I've ever talked to about Alexial too, and how being her twin warped my childhood and personality.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx...and the present.


Now I'm off to school for my sophomore year! I'm staying in the dorms so I won't have to walk to school each day. I'm taking Physics, Team Sports, Power Development, French, Water Sports, and Anthrophology this year but of course its not all about lessons! My after school plans are:
Monday: Karate
Tuesday: chilling or studying
Wednesday: Basketball
Thursday: Soccer
Friday: chilling or studying

I dance on the strings of The Blue Blob

[The Blue Blob]

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• Nava • Sahar •

"U-um can I h-h-help you?"

The facts...


My mother called me Nava Sahar and wrapped me in pink. Seventeen years later my friends call me Nava. They give me presents on Winter twenty-nineth, but all I really want is to meet that perfect boy. I call Iran my one true home but I've been staying in India to learn how to control my Invisibility and Object Invisibility.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxx...on the outside...


When I look in the mirror I see a girl of average height and medium build with strangely coloured skin; it's that way because it's naturally pigmented because of my genes but at the same time strangely pale due to lack of sun. I have low blood pressure which means I also suffer from poor circulation, which doesn't help... Oh sorry where was I? So yeah average height, wierd skin... Uh I have really really dark brown hair that falls just past my shoulders if I ever let it down from it's scruffy ponytail - which I don't, even when I'm in bed. I hate my hair getting in my eyes and it always seems to get caught on my glasses too. I have to wear glasses constantly thanks to the fact my chocolate brown eyes are totally blind without them.
I normally wear long sleeved t-shirts with dark jeans and pumps. If it's cold enough I'll throw on a jumper or cardigan but I don't go outside much anyway so I rarely bother. I only had to buy things like that since I started school since it's always so warm back home. Another thing you'll often see me with is my messenger bag, I take it pretty much everywhere since it houses my laptop and other day to day essentials.
Have a look at my album! Wait... I don't have an album... I'm actually pretty camera shy... the only photo's of me in existence are school pictures and ones people took when I wasn't expecting it and they're all awful!

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx...the inside...


I'm good at computing, maths and sciences. But it's best if you don't let me try to talk to people, do anything creative or try to get dresse up and be girly. My favourite colour is deepred [#990033] and soda, books, the internet, being warm and homemade soup make me happy but I prefer to avoid confrontation, sour or hot, spicy foods, team sports, loud noises and being ill. I loathe violence and would love to develop computer programs when I leave school.

People say I'm the kid with no friends that's always got her head buried in a book. Sadly I'd probably agree with them. It's not that I don't want to have friends, I'm just naturally quiet shy and jumpy around people. I have a speech impediment so I stutter anyway but being nervous just makes it worse and then I get embarassed and I end up not being able to talk at all, so I try to avoid social interaction in general. On the other hand I'm pretty good with computers so my best friends are probably people I know only online; seeing as stuttering doesn't affect my writing or typing (thank god!). So yeah I generaly prefer to spend time on my own than awkwardly trying to stumble through interacting with people so I fill my time with school work and reading instead.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx...in the past...


Well... I was born in Iran, not far from it's shared bored with Iraq. In most ways I had a very average childhood. When I was three my younger brother came along and life was generally pretty good. Compared to alot of people we were very lucky in that there was always food on the table and clothes for us to wear, but being a child and ignorant to the ways of the world I never really thought about it much.

School wasn't so great. I'd always had this problem with getting my words out and all the oter kids picked up on it pretty fast. The teachers were very kind about it and never called on me for answers or anything like that but children can be unusually cruel without realising it. I took to spending break times and lunchtimes inside instead of playing outside with everyone else and when one of the theachers realised this she bought in this amazing compilation story book with beautiful illustrations and after that you'd never get me outside willingly. I went through the small school library by the end of the following school year and moved on to the local public library, mostly sticking to fiction but often burying myself in non-fiction books too. I had no friends, but I was happy.

About a year later a new kid moved to our class from another school. I found out later that he'd been expelled for fighting. I barely even noticed his arrival until he'd gathered a group of followers and began looking for people to pick on to impress them. Even then he probably wouldn't have ever seen me if our teacher hadn't held him back after class on lunch time to tell him off for pinching another child. I got out my book and lunchbox just like any other day and settled down, not paying any attention to them, more fool me. It started off with little things; "accidental" trips in the corridors, mis-thrown balls in sport lessons things like that. Then it started to be more obvious, knocking a drink over my books, putting chewing gum in my hair. In the end it descended into me having to hide each lunchtime or risk my current book being totally shredded by the boys.

The day I discovered my main power was one of these days. They'd chased me to the library after school and although I'd lost them in the twisting rows of bookshelves I couldn't escape - one of them was waiting by the only exit. I'd gotten myself turned around as I ran and foolishly ended up stuck in a dead end and I could hear them in the next aisle coming closer and closer. Scared stiff by what they might do I curled up in the smallest ball I could in the corner and wished they wouldn't notice me. The rest is pretty obvious. None of my immediate family had powers though so it came as a bit of a shock to all of us. I did some research and found my great great grandmother was originally from India but as far as I know I'm the first in the family to show any signs of unusual abilities.

Anyway after that incident they boys never managed to trouble me again and I went back to being happy all by myself, hiding in the school library daily and reading. My ability to make other objects invisible came from experimenting in PD classes over the past two years. I can't hold it for long though and the further away I am from it the harder it gets to do but it's handy for keeping stuff safe and I'm slowly getting better. The teacher said by the end of school I might evenbe able to make another person invisible, although at the moment I can only manage inanimate objects.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx...and the present.


Now I'm off to school for my junior year! I'm taking physics, calculus, power development, chemistry, web design and trig this year but of course its not all about lessons! My after school plans are:
Monday: just chilling
Tuesday: Track
Wednesday: helping out in the village's library
Thursday: swimming
Friday: just chilling

I dance on the strings of The Blue Blob

[The Blue Blob]

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• Maksym • Ivanovych • Podolski Mitnick •

"Quote or rumour"

The facts...


My mother called me Maksym Ivanovych Podolski and wrapped me in blue. Eighteen years later my friends call me Maksym Mitnick. They give me presents on Spring thirtieth, but all I really want is to meet that perfect woman. I call Ukraine my one true home but I've been staying in India to learn how to control my mind reading and thought pattern manipulation.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxx...on the outside...


When I look in the mirror I see a tall guy with a mop of brown hair and dark brown – almost black – eyes. I’ve been called tall dark and handsome a few times in the past but thankfully Desi has unwillingly claimed the position of school heart-throb, so I manage to avoid most of the lovestruck gooey romanticised girls. Anyway, people say I look grumpy all the time, but that’s because my mouth doesn’t naturally sit in a smile when I relax. I kind of like it that way – stops people thinking I’m happy to see them.
I normally wear jeans or smart trousers and a shirt. Since my adoption I have access to much better funds than in the past, so I tend to buy high quality clothes as opposed to cheap crap. Same with my shoes – I generally wear plain, smart, high quality shoes. Of course that doesn't mean I'm opposed to casual clothes, you just won't often find me wearing them and again, those I do have tend to be high quality - none of that designer crap though, waste of money if you ask me. I have 'weekend' clothes which tend to be shorts and a casual t-shirt, although that's only the weekends I end up at the beach. I also have a black leather jacket for when I'm on my bike - wind chill can get pretty bad when you start hitting 80 or 90mph.
Have a look at my album! I have no need for photos.

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I'm good at surviving, manipulating and getting what I want. But it's best if you don't let me take offense or eat citrus fruit (I’m allergic). My favourite colour is IndianRed and feeling free, warmth, independence, meats and luxuries make me happy but I prefer to avoid dirt, crowds, mentally slow people, vegetables and snow. I loathe the thought of someone reading my mind and would love to continue getting my way when I leave school.

People say I'm a p***k mostly. They're probabaly right but I suppose it's a matter of perspective. I do owhat I have to to survive and if other people don't like that it probably means they won't get far in life. I've been told off countless times at school for using my powers on anyone and everyone, from teachers who I regularly convince that I already gave them my homework, to students who I lead into thinking they want to do things for me - it's how I grew up and I'm not going to change that just because some privileged fatso behind a school principals desk tells me it's rude or it's bad manners. Tell that to the gangs on the street of Kiev. I doubt they'd even know what the word manners meant, let alone how to use them. Anyway. So I'm a p***k. I've also being called manipulative, abusive and vain. To be fair I'd only protest the last of those - I wear good clothes because I can - consider it making up for the dirty clothes I used to pull out of the trash and wear when I was a kid.

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Well... Iwas born in Kiev, the capital of Ukraine, 18 years ago, on a late Summers afternoon. I say I was born on the afternoon, but in actual fact my mother was in labour for almost 30 hours, so I guess I was in the process of being born for over a day. It should, and would have been a routine birth, but my mother had suffered a minor illness just a week before which had left her weak, and I was a strong baby. She lasted just long enough for me to be born and then passed away. She never even held me. Neither did my father now I come to think of it. Of course I don't remember this personally. I broke into the hospital record room when I was thirteen. I'd tried before that but failed because of a new nurse trying to be overly helpful and ask if I was lost. The records were brief but gave me enough to know what happened. The midwife had gone to tell my father about my mother not making it, and that he had a healthy baby boy. She'd gone to collect me and show me to him and he'd gone. No explanation. Nothing. So within twenty-four hours of my birth I was in 'the system' as people call it. Considered an orphan as my Father had apparantly decided he didn't want me.

To be honest I was lucky to have survived at all. I suppose being born in late spring helped, I can't imagine any newborn surviving in that hell hole in winter - I'm pretty sure there wasn't any heating. Anyway. I suppose my powers helped. I had zero control over them then from what I can tell, but when I cried, I was also projecting to the minds around me: when they realised I was crying and were making the mental decision whether to see what I wanted my powers pushed their choice towards yes. When they debated giving me a little of their food they always chose yes.

That's how my whole childhood went really. As soon as I was old enough to walk, talk and look sorry for myself I began running away from the shelters that orphans were dumped in - they were run down and there was never enough food or blankets to go around anyway. I struggled being around so many incoherent minds at once. I took to begging on the streets, which again had much better than normal results. Guilt is a very powerful emotion and one of the easiest to manipulate. The downside to this was the attention it got me from older beggar kids. I wasn't particularly cute as a kid and I wasn't a girl so as far as they could tell there was no reason why people should be willing to give me so much. The first time they decided they deserved the money I'd gained I ended up black and blue and almost in hospital - not that they would have helped me. It was the first time my powers hadn't worked to sway a situation my way - the first time I realised the power was flawed, imperfect. I realised this was likely to happen again, so I began moving about as I begged so no one child saw me collect more than normal. At the same time I started training. I obviously couldn't afford boxing lessons or anything fancy like that, and there was no gym equipment I could train on, but I started running and such to build my strength. I was even lucky enough after several months of poking through dumpsters behind gyms to find a punch bag that had been torn open and discarded. Soon enough I was able to fight back and defend what I'd gained. It wasn't easy but it wasn't quite as hard as it had been. Eventually I realised without somewhere to live the money I gained was useless. I began to create a new plan.

I'd heard kids in the orphanage sharing stories about the rare lucky ones who were adopted. Most were taken by regular couples who couldn't have kids for one reason or another but very occasionally one was adopted by someone rich and famous for publicity. It was totally unrealistic, but I wasn't a regular kid either. I'm still not entirely sure how it happened to be fair. When that sort of thing is rumoured, it spreads through the streets like wildfire. I was lucky enough to overhear another boy telling his sister she might finally be getting out of here, and telling her the name of the Orphanage to to go. I ran the whole way and arrived just as the fancy car had pulled up and the paparazzi had started snapping. I'd pushed my way past the crowd and emerged right next to the car door as she was getting out. The camera flashes went wild and a reporter had shouted "Is this the boy you're adopting?". She'd leant down next to me and asked what my name was. I told her, willing her to like me and she'd replied "Well Maksym, smile for the camera! You'd best get used to them if you're going to come live with me!"

Just like that my life totally changed. I was whisked off to a huge house with grounds and a nine foot wall circling it. I'd never seen something so... opulent and excessive. There was a man paid to stand at the entrance and open the car door and front door. That was it. And considering until now there was just the one person living there it was mind blowing to my poor, ragged, 9 year old self. Suddenly I had a bedroom, and toys. I had teachers who gave me private lessons. I was given a ridiculous amount of spending money for whatever I wanted to spend it on, and if I wanted more I just had to ask. All that was required in return was I wear fancy clothes to attend the occasional event with my new foster mother for her publicity. Most of the time she wasn't even in the country, so we've never gotten close, but it's a mutually beneficial arrangement. I never once felt bad for the little girl who could have been in my place - they wouldn't have been happy here. They'd all wanted a mother to love them and tuck them in at night and thats by no means what I'd got.

She wasn't very happy when I told her about the private baording school I'd decided to attend in India. I'd recieved the letter almost as soon as I was adopted so I'd known for a while I'd be going there eventually. She was worried about the publicity opportunities she'd miss, but I calmly pointed out that taking a kid out of poverty and having them end up in an exclusive private school is a publicity opportunity in itself, and that now I was older I wasn't going to get the same publicity for her anyway. A little help from my powers and I was soon off to Eden Rose. To be quite honest I was mainly interested in going to the school because I'd never met anyone else who could do unusual thigns like me. I'd known by instinct as a child that other people couldn't do what I could, and to keep my mouth shut about it, but I craved the chance to be around people who knew about it and who I could talk to about it. From the letter I'd been sent I also knew they had classes to help test powers and find their full potential - which particularly interested me as i was still easily overwhelmed by the mental voices of large crowds.

The last few years have gone by pretty quick. Although I dislike the concept of school itself, it's made up for my being around people like me, and for the chance to develop my control. I've even managed to get along with a few people, which is a first, because they have no reason to be jealous of me. Desi and Frances are both alright, and it's hillarious listening to Desi's thoughts when Frances is around, and from what I can tell from both of their minds, their sister Alyss annoys him even more. Now THAT I'm looking forward to seeing. I also seem to have gained a fan in the form of Annemarie. I still don't really know why she seems to attached to me, especially considering I blatantly use her, and considering Kaio and me are uh... friends with benefits? It's not like I'm single and Annemarie is trying to get with me... At least I hope that's not what she's trying...

It's almost the start of my last year now. I'm planning to make the most of it, because I have no idea what I'm goign to do at the end of it. Up until now I've always had a goal like surviving another day or finding something to eat, or something to look forward to like Eden Rose. Once school is over... I'm going to have to decide what I want to do with the rest of my life I suppose!

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx...and the present.


Now I'm off to school for my senior year! I'm taking Spanish, adventure sports, PD, psychology, body building and geometry this year but of course its not all about lessons! My after school plans are:
Monday: just chilling
Tuesday: just chilling
Wednesday: basketball
Thursday: ”book club”
Friday: just chilling

I dance on the strings of The Blue Blob

[The Blue Blob]

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• Bailley • Reid •

"Quote or rumour"

The facts...


My mother called me Bailley Reid and wrapped me in pink. Fifteen years later my friends call me Bailley or Bay. They give me presents on Spring First, but all I really want is to meet that perfect someone. I call Ireland my one true home but I'm off to India to learn how to control my healing and nerve system manipulation.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxx...on the outside...


When I look in the mirror I see dirty-blonde coloured hair which reaches my hips when it's wet, but dries frizzy and messy so it looks shorter. It gets lighter or darker depending on how much time I spend outside, so some parts are really light blonde and parts underneath are almost brown. I normally keep parts of it tied back or plaited and from time to time I'll dreadlock sections of it too. My skin in a light shade of tan, again this varies depending on my time outdoors, but it's the kind of tan where you can't really tell if my skin in naturally that way or if it's just from the sun. In actual fact it is natural, I always have it, even in winter. I have blue grey eyes, a smallish nose and an overall average looking face. The kind of everyday, ordinary face in a crowd that no one pays enough attention to to remember. Same with the rest of me really. I'm 5"7 so not overly tall or short, and while I've got some slight curves it's well within the bounds of normal. The only distinctive thing about me is the large number of piercings in my ears, which represent different events in my life that I consider important.
I normally wear the same things any other girl wears! Demin shorts, three-quarters, jeans, shirts, hoodies, that sort of thing. I tend to show off my legs quite a lot, and make use of my curves since it draws attention away from my face and makes it harder to remember me or describe me. You'll NEVER catch my in a skirt though. I think the only time in my life I've worn a skirt or dress was for my Baptism and even then it was only because they let me wear three-quarters underneath. Tops wise I have alot of button up shirts with patterns like check on them, cut off t-shirts, hoodie and vest tops. My outfits don't always match, but I've never cared much about what other people think, and if I do care it's only people in my family who's opinion I'll listen to. Outsiders opinions mean ******** all to me.
Have a look at my album! As if I'm going to show you!

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx...the inside...


I'm good at pick-pocketing, sneaking and being stubborn. But it's best if you don't let me read anything, do maths or ignore an insult. My favourite colour is black and chicken sandwiches, family, thunder and lightning, pulling something off perfectly and sunshine make me happy but I prefer to avoid outsiders, bad smells, snow, eggs and nuts . I loathe being expelled from my family and would love to live happily ever after when I leave school.

People say I'm rude, unruly, out of control, a pain in the a**... need I go on? My parole officer seems to think I'm the devil's child or something. I bet she wouldn't even be surprised if I sprouted horns and a pointy tail or something. In reality, I'm a pretty closed off person, especially since I've been stuck in juvie for the past 2 years and they wouldn't let me visit me family when I got out. I got escorted straight to this new school and I have to check in daily to prove I've not run away. I don't like outsiders and was bought up not to trust them, and who can blame my family considering the abuse that used to be thrown at us whenever we went to nearest town to our camp. I miss my family more than anything; the loud, messy, laughing kids most of all. I'd give anything to be back there where I felt safe and could talk to people again.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx...in the past...


Well... my history is non of your business! Is it?! So my parole officer says I have to write something here 'for the records'...

• I was born in Ireland
  
• I'm a traveller
  
• I had 4 brother and 2 sisters and 18 cousins last time I was allowed to talk to my family
  
• My family don't consider themselves part of society, so they don't follow society's laws or social standards
  
• I was a better pick pocket at 6 than most of the rest of my family - it helps that when I wanted someone to not feel me pulling their wallet from their pocket, they didn't
  
• I've been picked up by the police for suspected theft, suspected prostitution (as if!), assault, breaking and entering and a bunch of other stuff
  
• I've only ever been convicted once, I got away with all the rest
  
• I've been in juvenile detention for 2 years
  
• I have to go see my parole officer every day at lunch - she comes up from the village and meets me at the school gates
  
• My time table was chosen by my parole officer - I'm seriously unimpressed with some of her choices

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx...and the present.


Now I'm off to school for my sophomore year! I'm taking literature, dance, power development, english languge, music and problem solving this year but of course its not all about lessons! My after school plans are:
Monday: don't know yet
Tuesday: don't know yet
Wednesday: don't know yet
Thursday: don't know yet
Friday: don't know yet

I dance on the strings of The Blue Blob

[The Blue Blob]

★★★ come near me at your own risk {hate}
★★★ piss me off once more and I just might flip {dislike}
★★★ don't know, don't care {simply don't know}
★★★ i've seen you around, but i still have no intention of talking to you {know of}
★★★ i know your name and face {acquaintances}
★★★ we're pals? yay us! {friends}
★★★ i guess we're pretty close now {best friends}
★★★ so close i consider you family {mega best friends}
★★★ so maybe i 'like' like you {crush}

f r e s h m e n
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s o p h o m o r e s
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j u n i o r s
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s e n i o r s
XXXXXXXXXXXXaka wannabe grown-ups

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[The Blue Blob]

Username: ^Jaymee^Raine^
Call me: Jaymee
I am: 22
I am from: North Carolina (EST)
Contact me: by PM or in my search thread
Any other info: Threads/PMs only. Likes OOC chatter. Usually has plots/ideas. Does originals and fandoms (see list). Plays canons. Will not play canon to your OC. Believes in quality over quantity. Does not like real photos in RPs (artwork is okay). Enjoys frequent posting. Can be picky.
I have been roleplaying for: 6 years
I consider myself to be: adv-lit
My posts are: 3-8 paragraphs
My prefered roleplay medium is: threads/PMs
My genre preferences are: Almost anything/review my search thread
I normally roleplay as a: Either, leans toward males
I have: New and premade characters
Some character examples are: See below
Some writing examples are: Kingdom Hearts: Dawn of War(old), Mercenaries, Belle Epoque,

[The Blue Blob]

███ - I hate you with a passion [despise]
███ - I avoid you as much as possible [dislike]
███ - I haven't a clue who you are [unknown]
███ - I know your name and face [know of]
███ - I'd say hi in the corridors [aquaintance]
███ - I guess we get on pretty well [friend]
███ - I enjoy spending time with you [best friends]
███ - I think I like you *blush* [crush]
███ - I want to spend forever with you! [love]

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