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[Dragonarmy]

Lawlietta
The Enhanced Plasma Being



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"Open your heart, it's gonna be alright!"
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She opened her eyes and panted heavily, quickly lifting her head and trying to shake the dirt out of her curls. What had happened...? She barely remembered... It was probably another black out. "I feel... like s**t..." She muttered as she weakly stood to her feet. It was night time it seemed, it was terribly hot... but she wasn't going to take off her jacket, too comfy.

She remembered... some Irken thing had grabbed her cellphone. She couldn't do anything, he was mocking her... making fun of her. She remembered wanting to kill him... having to do whatever it took to get it back. Get back her memories.

Then, she woke up here.

For someone who blacked out a lot, it was pretty sad having a fear of losing your memories.

She stood to her feet, smiling as she felt her cellphone in her pocket. It wasn't as if it was useful to call anyone, but it held a lot of photos of her brother and father, her friends and family. She cherished them.

She then heard something moving, closer...she had lived in this apocalypse long enough to know what they were.

Hot weather, night time... perfect weather for them to hunt.

Lawlietta breathed heavily as she stumbled through some sand, it was hard to run through the stuff, the most awkwardest thing she thought every time she ran through any sand was that... well... the sand had only appeared when the apocalypse happened. There wasn't that much back then from what she recalled, so what was all this 'sand'? Disintegrated buildings, and probably dead people. Yeah, gross.

"Dammitdammitdammitdammitdammit..." She kept repeating as she ran, well, her running had been reduced to a light jog. But she had to keep going. She had to make it back home or else she'd be dead.

She ran past a fried up Irken body.

Lawlietta heard the sand moving behind her, her heart was pounding out of her chest and she wasn't sure what to do but run for it.

She had one bullet, but would it even be affective against those... crab things? Probably not. She'd rather save it for something worse. From the stories she had heard, at least from other survivors she had bumped into, their claws were really sharp. Trying to play 'fisty cuffs' with the things wasn't a smart idea, and tossing stuff at it would only make its mood angry.

All she had to do was make it to some shelter, any shelter! Once she was out of sight, she would be much better off and a lot safer, right? Right!

"There it is...!" She simply muttered breathlessly to herself as she saw some abandoned(hopefully abandoned) house come into view. It was in the ruins of the old city. It looked terrible, but it was still someone's home...

The only roof part of the house seemed to be what remained over the 'living room', everything else was crumbled to the ground or revealed the remaining rooms of the building. At least the invaders had to decency to leave the front door intact, not that anyone was nice enough to still knock on front doors...

The crab-like creature suddenly moves faster than Lawlietta, and passed her by just to block off her path. It made some strange noise at her, and she immediately stopped so quickly that she almost fell back. As soon as she gained her posture, she backed away slowly as the creature moved closer towards her. She was still trying to catch her breath, if she had any decent weapons she'd be defending herself right now. She'd need to find a way to get around it and run.

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"Can't hold on much longer - But I will never let go! ♥
I know it's a one way track - Tell me now how long this'll last! ♥
I'm not gonna think this way - Nor will I count on others! ♥
Close my eyes and feel it burn - Now I see what I've gotta do! ♥
OPEN YOUR HEART, IT'S GONNA BE ALRIGHT!♫"
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LOCATION: The old city, heading for my house
BELONGINGS: Cellphone 1/3 Battery Life, Emergency First Aid Kit, uh... I got a pistol with one bullet. Yay.
THOUGHTS: I'm so dead!

[Dragonarmy]

®e:[×Stand--Alone×]:®e
ENVIRONMENT EVENT

[Notes: It is night time, It is WARM, and THERE'S A LIGHT/COLD DRIZZLE EVERYWHERE, there's a light fog]
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"The sky darkened...all the clouds seemed to disappear, just to reveal the endless possibilities that resided above..."

It was a little warm, but it wasn't an uncomfortable warmth, it was a little relaxing.

It seemed to be raining, no, more of a drizzle than anything. It was light, and seemed to just sprinkle ones skin. It meant no harm, the only problems that could happen might be for Irkens everywhere if they weren't wearing their protective pasty layers.

"The drizzle was cold...it felt kind of like snow. If you were Irken, it would be best to seek shelter."

With the weather being warm, and the drizzle being cool, the environment seemed to even itself out just fine. There was a light fog around, but besides the weather, no troubles seemed to be happening.
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CHARACTERS SPOT LIGHT
[Notes: This event is accessible by EVERYONE, but is focused entirely on one character. Think of this as... 1vsEveryone, depending on the characters background and group.]


"There seems to be a silent dweller amongst us. Race unknown, she goes by the name of Amman Sarah Fielding, who was caught a few days ago rising out of the ground from some secret base, shelter or chamber beneath the wastes of the Earth.

So what is she, a zombie?

Due to curiosity, she is wanted ALIVE by the Tallest' for experimentation, and they are willing to pay an amount of 1000 in human currency, that of the American Dollar Bills, or exchange valuables worth just as much as the amount offered.

All members of any organization, within groups or standing alone, are allowed to participate in the hunt for the zombie...person...what not...!"

--This announcement was just recently sounded through loud speaker posts that seemed to be planted throughout the abandoned world, an unknown voice announced them, but you believe their words to be true.--

--So... what is your decision?--

This is a CAPTURED! Oppurtunity for the character Amman Sarah Fielding, no one else is threatened for 'capture' or a change of status/group.
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___End Transmission___

[Dragonarmy]

Ayame Hikari
AnGeL /// DeMoN
"...All I've ever wanted... was to find someone that cares..."
--Mirror--
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One would think that being a mix of two races would get her in life, everyone seemed so excited with the big boom of these different people... unfortunately, where she was raised and how she was treated, Ayame had always felt shunned and neglected. She never had an appropriate home before, or anyone that cared. Well, one person did, but she died awhile back… Ayame never thought she would have to resort to this.

In the beginning, she felt it would seem easy. She’d go in, find a guy to take care of her, simple as that…

But she was ******** caged.

“Get me out of here!! What the hell!” The Angel Demon shook the bars of her cage angrily.

The people that were watching her seemed to just chuckle or laugh, while others just shook their heads in a sort of disapproval. Ayame knew those looks, they looked familiar. They reminded her of where she used to live, who she used to be. She used to just be some orphan running the streets, now she was demoted to some slave that had yet to even be bought. She had nothing going for her now, she was like a side-show. No one seemed to really want her or anything, but she was there to entertain people.

Ayame shook the cage bars again, huffing before she just leaned herself back in her little space and sighed. She was hungry, and thirsty, and tired... she had no idea what she was getting herself into.

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"Who are you to tell me that I'm less than what I should be?
Who are you?
Who are you...?
I don't need to listen to the list of things I should do.
I won't try...
I won't try."
Thoughts:: "..."
Master:: "..."

[Dragonarmy]

Prince Lavender
Of the German Royal Blau Family

"If you cannot perform the deeds you have been given, then you force me to get rid of you. Do as I say or FACE THE CONSEQUENCES."

"I admit I can be quite... strict and cruel. It is because there is potential in all of us... all of us..."

What is life before life? What is death after death? Who am I when I am no longer who I am?
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I'm Thinking~
I'm Feeling~
Wait, where am I?

"I don't want you spending too long in a place like that. Find something or someone you like, then leave, you understand?"

"Yes father... yes, yes, OKAY! Now shoo."

Laven waved his hand as if dismissing the male, and the older man simply patted the young Prince's head before turning and leaving into the long limousine like vehicle that was parked right outside where he stood. Laven waved as he watched the limo drive away, and he looked at his servant casually with a smug expression "Get in, get out, right? I don't want us to spend any longer than need be. See to it that another car pulls up to give us a lift back home in approximately thirty minutes or less."

"Right away sir." The servant quickly pulled out a phone as he dialed, and Laven didn't bother waiting before he headed into the 'shop' like he had always done before. Before he was even allowed to walk in, he used to visit and sneak by all the time just to look at the 'merchandise'. There were varieties of persons, humans weren't interesting to him (since they were everywhere anyway?) but it was always the demons and the dark little creatures that seemed to stir him a little... not in a disturbing way but, in a more intrigued or curious way. Having his own slave or servant to call his own? Exciting!

He was tired of dealing with his mother and father's persons. It was time he found someone to his own liking for a change.

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Viva la Vida
"I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing~
Roman Calvary choirs a-singing~
Be my mirror, my sword, my shield...
My Missionaries in a foreign field.
For some reason I can't explain,
Once you go there was never--
Never an honest word..."

But that was when I ruled the world...
I'll always remember, and never forget...
Or is it to never remember... and... always.... forget...
Who Am I?

[Dragonarmy]

Alayne Gabriel Williams

My Status at School is: Miss Tomboy
I'm 19 years old
I'm a Junior
I can be a little: Loud, Open, Tough and Passionate
But there’s more to me than that: Nothing better than being a mistake. Her parents always wanted a boy, planned on it, picked baby names for it, and yet were cursed with Alayne being born instead. Even worse, she was an only child because they couldn’t seem to have any more afterwards. Alayne was all alone, the daughter her family never wanted, and because they couldn’t afford much, she was also the daughter stuck with boy clothes, toys, and boy nameprints all over her room. For awhile, people mistook her for Alex in her childhood, because her shirts had the name, and so did her room, and at first she figured the name Alexandria would be nice, but eventually Alex stuck, and with barely no breasts coming in, she was mistook for a boy until junior high.
Alayne enjoyed art, drawing and writing, and always wanted female friends, but couldn’t seem to get those things due to her appearance. Her family always seemed so distant from each other, to the point where even when Alayne was in groups with people, family, friends, or just in public, she felt alone as if she didn’t belong. Eventually she planned on joining plenty of sports, playing videogames, practicing tons of active ‘guy’ things in order to get her parents approval. It definitely did, and suddenly there was something to talk about at the dinner table. Suddenly everyone recognized her.
And also: Alayne goes by the nickname Al, sometimes her childhood friends still call her Alex, and while she enjoys hanging out with the guys, she wishes that she could find a guy that wouldn’t mind dating someone like her(But she wont even admit that she has boy crushes, EVER!). She’s sensitive about her neglectful past, and hates it when people make fun of her for being more of a boy than a girl.
Who’s that? No one just: Dragonarmy

[Dragonarmy]

★ ★ ★ ★ Miss Tomboy ★ ★ ★ ★

"I was the daughter they never wanted..."

What Did I Hear...? No Rumors On My End...
Where Am I...? I'm heading to school right now!
How Am I Feeling...? Hungry~
What Am I Thinking...? Can't believe I missed breakfast again...!

"...So I'll be the son they never had."

The basketball was under her arm, she was panting as she ran in her worn sneakers and her baggy black jean jacket. She had on baggy blue jeans today, an over-sized black shirt, and a studded leather belt that did not help her keep her pants up. She had on a backwards and worn cap on her head. Her hat WAS facing forward before, but due to her needing to run with more momentum, she flipped it backwards in order to gain speed. She knew all about speed, most of the sports she dealt with consisted of running around, and right now, she was running later than she had hoped.

"Alex~" Someone seemed to call, and Alayne immediately waved but didn't even look their way. Another person just called out "Al~!" And as she passed them by she threw them a high-five as she continued. She was known as the all around guy, most of the guys at school knew her, she was 'awesome' and a great friend in their eyes. Most girls, however, didn't care much for her... and the fact that she couldn't get a guy to notice her as a love interest ticked her off.... but it was better to be friends than nothing at all right?

All these hot guys, and they were all her best friends. How awesome...

Alayne pushed herself through the front doors of the school, looking about and dribbling her basketball as she tried to think. She didn't want to deal with her first few classes, she wanted an excused pass for them and to hang out in the gym with most of her people. So she stopped her ball, looked around again, before she casually walked down the hall to go to the gym.

She wondered if there were any new students running around, or any people she would have to deal with. One thing she hated was dealing with annoying chicks, or guys that just weren't that into her to the point where they would get into an argument over nothing.

★★★I just want you to see me for who I am...
Sometimes... I just wish that--★★★

[Dragonarmy]

Frank Mortimer Stein

My Status at School is: Mr. Know-It-All
I'm 17 years old
I'm a Junior
I can be a little: Shy, Nervous, Insecure and Awkward
But there’s more to me than that: It wasn’t until he was 8 when he was moved away from his mother and into his grandparents house, while his mother was thrown in jail. He enjoyed being with his grandparents, and it was because of them that he decided that in order to forget his past he would focus on almost anything else. This made Frank the educated male he is today… he hated his past, and would read, study, focus on anything that distracted him. This lead to his mind expanding, to the point where he skipped a few grades, and while he had never really made friends so well, he was known as ‘Mr. Know-It-All’ due to the only time he truly spoke was to give a correct answer.
He gets bullied often, not many talk to him, but one thing he keeps up on is learning about his information and keeping with his school work. The only friend he did manage to meet was Al, and while he isn’t much of the talker, she is, and he’s comfortable with that.
And also: Frank has a speech impediment of stuttering, he also tends to run away from his problems rather than face them. He’s not the brave type, and gets scared easily, and while he rarely gets angry, the only time he will get pissed is if someone talks about his past. He’s very uncomfortable around females, and the only reason he’s even okay with Alayne is because she looks and acts like a boy.
Who’s that? No one just: Dragonarmy

[Dragonarmy]

┌MR. KNOW-it-ALL┘
Frank Mortimer Stein

«I know it all, because I've been through it all.»

«Study hard, do your best. So you can one day be better than the rest.»

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...Ask Me, I Have An Answer For You...

Frank muttered to himself as he fixed his glasses on his nose, hovering infront of his locker and trying to keep everything organized within. His reading books were on one side, his texts on another, in his spare time he read up on his science class. He tried his best to read and study ahead of the teachers lessons, so that when the teacher taught it the next day, Frank had the answers and would be more helpful in class. He hated silent classrooms, it was a place where one learned correct? And yet when the teacher asked a question, no one was willing to answer... what was more dreadful was that when Frank answered, they thought he was acting like some stuck up smart a**.

"I-I...." He swallowed hard and took deep breaths, staring into his locker and slowly tugging out one of his books. He adjusted his glasses again, shaking his head. He had a problem with speaking correctly. It was different when he thought about what he was going to say, but when he tried saying it, it seemed slurred and stuttered out, confusing maybe to the people who didn't want to hear him.

Frank finally grabbed his books and closed his locker, balancing three books in his arms, with his bag over his shoulder and he walked down the hallway to get to his class. He struggled to open the door, but managed to get it. He kept it open with his foot before creeping inside and gently, with his foot again, closing it behind him. He gave a nervous smile to the teacher at the front, before waddling slightly to his desk and carefully setting his books down on the surface. With a small sigh, he sat down and pushed his glasses up his nose, rubbing his eyes and getting comfortable in his seat as he started to organize his area.

The text book for his class was on his desk, the other two on the floor beside him. He took out his notebook, a pencil, and a pen, and set them on the desk so that he could get notes ready.

Hearing? No Rumors.
Thinking? Did I Finish My Homework?
Feeling? Nervous
Where Am I? In My First Period Class.

[Dragonarmy]

PARKENON: Of Galactica

Galactican; Empireo "I'd like to think I'm a sweetheart by nature, and a criminal by choice."

I cant rmemeber whan I was ahkja d than other within a simt enidpaos hndd And then I was aouthh of the bornder and I couldnt help abt eat the liver of his organs. "I whas speaking like tis at the time too." I cant rmemeber whan I was ahkja d than other within a simt enidpaos hndd And then I was aouthh of the bornder and I couldnt help abt eat the liver of his organs. I cant rmemeber whan I was ahkja d than other within a simt enidpaos hndd And then I was aouthh of the bornder and I couldnt help abt eat the liver of his organs. I cant rmemeber whan I was ahkja d than other within a simt enidpaos hndd And then I was aouthh of the bornder and I couldnt help abt eat the liver of his organs. I cant rmemeber whan I was ahkja d than other within a simt enidpaos hndd And then I was aouthh of the bornder and I couldnt help abt eat the liver of his organs.

I cant rmemeber whan I was ahkja d than other within a simt enidpaos hndd And then I was aouthh of the bornder and I couldnt help abt eat the liver of his organs. I cant rmemeber whan I was ahkja d than other within a simt enidpaos hndd And then I was aouthh of the bornder and I couldnt help abt eat the liver of his organs. I cant rmemeber whan I was ahkja d than other within a simt enidpaos hndd And then I was aouthh of the bornder and I couldnt help abt eat the liver of his organs.

"I whas thinking like tis at the time too."

I used to be with the poorest of my people, on my own.

Without any guidance, I've learned to take care of myself.

I've loved, and I've lost...And I don't need anyone elses help.

"My name is Parkenon, I'm wanted by many, needed by few. Stealing is just one habit, my senses are too."