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                    Horns blared and people shouted as a boy on a bright red bike darted abruptly across the road, heedless of two lanes of busy afternoon traffic as he peddled nonchalantly from one sidewalk to another. The cord of his headphones swung down between himself and his handlebars, dangerously close to be caught by a handle and jerked out every time he turned.

                    Sun shone of his dark glasses and his tanned skin shone with a sheen of sticky sweat, most of it not even his, and his sleeveless grey shirt was stained with flecks of blood, beer, and bicycle oil. It was bright out, hot, and Daniel was beat; an extra-long shift at the nightclub where he worked as a bouncer, two college classes, and a bike ride across town had worn his to the quick, and he was ready for an ice cold beer, maybe some cheap porn and a private conversation with his right hand, and then a nap. A wry smirk twisted his lips and he peddled harder, finally making it back to the drab, run-down apartment buildings he called home.

                    The building was only two stories high, the paint a peeling baby blue that made it look like some ghetto knock-off version of something out of a campy 80’s movie. Dying plants were potted in the dirt around the sidewalk and an old Ford pick-up lay half disassembled and rusting on the corner nearby. Daniel walked his bike into the alley between the apartments and the shabby diner next door, pulling a heavy padlock out of his pants pocket as he went. A goliath dumpster heaped with trash served as a bike rack as Daniel pulled a short length of chain from his hiding place under the dumpster and locked his bike to its side. On his way back inside he stopped inside the corner store across the street, picking up a six pack of cheap beer and couple of candy bars with what was left of last week’s paycheck and cracking one open as he walked back.

                    The door to the building was stuck, as always, a result of being painted over one too many times, so he had to ram it with his shoulder to get it to open. His steps thundered off the stirs as he climbed the two flights of stairs up to the second floor where he was great by boxes. Lots and lots of boxes.

                    “What the ********?”

                    They were moving boxes, obviously, which someone had decided to just leave laying everywhere in the hallway – including right in front of his door. Four boxes were stacked on top of each other smack in the middle of his door, another two sitting in front of that. Daniel scowled.

                    “What a ******** a*****e.” he growled as he climbed the last few remaining stairs. And oh, what joy – it appeared the box-dumping douche bag was moving in right across the hall from him.

                    Happy. ********. Day.

                    Daniel maneuvered around the boxes until he could lean over enough to peer inside the room, spotting a few scattered pieces of furniture, more boxes, and the box-dumper himself, a blonde who looked around Daniel’s age lounging casually across an expensive looking couch and sucking on a cigarette. Anger twisted in Daniel’s gut – who the ******** did this punk think he was? he had half a mind to storm in there and pound his fist into the little brats face so hard he’d s**t out his teeth, but he resisted.

                    Instead he put on the most sincere smile he could muster – which was pretty sincere, considering his mood – and said, “Hey, man. How ‘bout I help you out with some of these boxes?”

                    The smile still on his lips he turned around and moved back across the hall until he was standing by the boxes piled in front of his door. He paused to set his beer on one of the other boxes nearby and then reached up, shoving the topmost box off and sending it crashing to the ground. Then, with six pack in one hand and his opened beer back in the other he lifted his leg, placing his boot on the second box up and shoving violently. The two boxes bounced off of the first as Daniel kicked the last, which rattled as if full of dishes or something, until his door was clear.

                    “There,” Daniel said, looking back into the room where the boy was at. “All better.”

                    He took one last swig of his beer before tossing the can into the haphazard pile of boxes he had created, the last few drinks flying out and showering the boxes in amber liquid.

                    “You’re welcome.” Daniel added as he unlocked his door and stepped inside. His door slammed loudly as he kicked it shut, the locks sliding noisily into place.

                    Yes, this was sure to be one hell of a fun time.


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            ωнαт α вєαυтιғυℓ ғαcє ι нαvє ғσυиם ιи тнιs ρℓαcє

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            αиם ι ωσи’т тєℓℓ иσ σиє чσυя иαмє

        Gabriel Blanche


            ι нєαяם чσυ ғ•cк тняσυɢн тнє ωαℓℓ

        Male


            тιмє, тιмє, тιмє

        Twenty


            тнє םαч ι ℓєғт тнє ωσмв

        November 13th


            sσ мαич sтσяιєs σғ ωнєяє ι’vє вєєи αиם нσω ι ɢσт тσ ωнєяє ι αм

        When Gabriel was five, his parents cost him his life.

        Living on the outskirts of the capitol city, they had lived their lives as loyal servants to the Head, serving as important faculty members to one of the companies involved with the refinement of some of the ingredients of the drugs that kept the Heads Agent’s at the top of their game. Their loyalty, however, was a charade; after the day was over, the doors closed tightly behind them, Gabriel’s parents were the leaders of a secret anti-Head organization. Using the information they gathered from their job at the factory, they sought to reverse-engineer the drug used on the agents in order to build an antidote, a weapon that could be used against the Head's agents and strip them of their abilities.

        They had never planned to have a child, but when it happened they couldn’t bring themselves to end it. When Gabriel was born, it was the best thing that ever happened to them. He filled their lives with happiness and love, and for a year after his birth they both gave of their secret dealings, not wanting to risk Gabriel’s safety.

        But, when a very dear friend of theirs was killed by an agent, they felt they had no choice but to take up their research again. When Gabriel turned five, two days after his birthday,. His parents were very, very lose to a breakthrough. They were in their lab, busy at work, when two agents calmly kicked down the door and entered the room. The two tried to fight, but they were, of course, no match, and they and their son were taken as prisoners.

        The Head ordered their death, but before that, he made them watch as their son was injected with the same drug they had tried for so long to destroy , and they died knowing their child would grow up to be a vicious killer.

        Since their deaths, Gabriel went through the rigorous, brutal training of becoming an agent. His memories of his childhood have been erased, his mind and body altered by the drugs that keep him an obedient servant to the Head. He now serves as an Agent, with no memory of ever being anything else.


            ι’m ωαч συт, ωαч συт

        Quiet. Sullen. Violent. Blanche is apathetic to the point of near psychopathy, his mind more suited to taking and following orders than anything else. He is for the most part quiet, and when he does speak it is mostly to express his annoyance, anger, or general displeasure with a person or situation. He also has a very short temper, and on top of that suffers from an adrenaline disorder which pumps him full of hormones at the slightest hint of excitement, which does two things for Blanche: it gives him great reflexes and dexterity in combat, and makes his short temper even shorter, which makes him a very violent person.

        But there is another side to Blanch, deep in his subconscious, which he battles with constantly. It’s like a voice in his head, or in his heart, rather, telling him that he’s a killer, that what he does is wrong, that there is something missing in him and he needs to fight it. Blanche does his best to fight these thoughts, a battle aided by the drugs he, like all agents, takes, but it they have him constantly on edge, causing night mares he wakes from screaming and days on end with no appetite.


            ι’ℓℓ тєℓℓ чσυ sσмєтнιи’


        Likes
        Fighting
        xxxNothing brings a smile to Blanche's face like a good 'ol fashioned, blood-and-bruises fist fight.
        Being busy
        xxxHaving a task to complete keeps Blanche's mind off of his troubles, silencing the annoying voice in the back of his mind and giving him a few precious moments of solitude.
        Thunder storms
        xxxHe's not sure why, but he has always loved thunder storms.
        Warm milk
        xxxIt helps him sleep, and gives him a warm feeling, like a nice memory just on the tip of his tongue . . .

        Dislikes
        Reading
        xxxIt's hard, the letters get all jumbled and dance around the page in front of him. Reading just makes him frustrated
        People who make no sense/are stupid/talk when they shouldn't
        xxxAnnoying people make Blanche angry.
        Crying children
        xxxFor some reason, almost nothing makes Blanche more angry than a crying child, and nothing brings out his gentle side faster.
        Being called by his first name
        xxxThis is something him and that little voice in his head agree on- no one is to call him Gabriel. He hates it so much, he doesn't even tell people what his first name is. None of the other agents know it, and if they did, he''d probably kill them.

        Strengths
        Battle reflexes
        xxxThanks to the overdose of adrenaline his body supplies him with, Blanche has great reflexes in combat or other high-stress situations, which is easily his greatest attribute.
        Quick-thinker
        xxxBlanche can quickly size up a situation and come up with several solutions or plans of action.
        Physical Strength
        xxxBlanche is athletically built and in good physical shape.

        Weaknesses
        Argumentative
        xxxA disagreement coupled with his quick temper can turn into an argument or fight, and he doesn’t let things like that go very easily - he’ll hold a grudge for years afterwords..
        Education
        xxxBlanche has always had a hard time with education - he is mediocre at math, terrible at reading, and can't write.
        Quick temper
        xxxBlanche is easy to rile up,and can easily lose sight of his goals or what he is supposed to be doing and get careless.

                  ι’м ɢσιиɢ иσωнєяє

              Government


                  αиם ωнєи ι ℓσsє мчsєℓғ, ι тнιик σғ чσυ


        The Head
        xxxBlanche serves the Head and follows obediently any order given to him. Other than that, he has no real opinion of them.
        Jaul Nawat
        xxxBlanche has no real opinion of him, but generally the man makes him a bit uncomfortable.
        Leila Loanes
        xxxStuck up. Blanche doesn't like her much.
        Alias
        xxxBlanche respects Alias' skill, but is unnerved by her manner. The little voice in his head is even more bothered by it. She makes him sad.
        Taravo Focalor
        xxxAnnoying. Blanche really does not find muh to enjoy about his partner. Taravo, to Blanche, really seems less like a crazy person and more like a plain annoying, idiotic person. He also seems to find himself better than those around him, and Blanche hates being looked down on,especially someone so old and obviously less-skilled than himself.
        Asia Nianzu
        xxxBlanche hasn't really had much contact with her,so no real opinion of her. He likes her accent, though.
        Claire Silme
        xxxHasn't really met her, so has no real opinion of her, though he heard she was narcoleptic and secretly really wants to see her have an episode.
        Dalis Spicer
        xxxFunny. A little too talkative sometimes.Other than that, no real opinion.


            α sσиɢ sσмєσиє sιиɢs



            чσυ’яє тαкιиɢ σvєя мє

        anekochan

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                          The air in the training room was live with tension, the room almost drowned in silence save for the steady whap, whap of Blanche’s fists pounding into the punching bag he was currently beating so roughly the seams were coming loose. It was that that was putting the other trainees on edge, no; it was the precision, the sharp, methodical way in which he struck the bag, his fists finding the perfect places, striking so fast and with so much force the bag didn’t even seem to move. It just hung there trembling as it’s seams came loose and little streams of sand trickled out onto the floor. This precision, this deadly strength and skill, showcased just how much Agents were on entirely different level than the government’s standard soldiers, and it scared them.

                          Blanche paid them no mind, his concentration focused entirely on the bag before him, on each strike of his fist, a scowl on his face. The nightmares were starting up again, but then, they always did this time of year; it was nearly November, and the nightmares were always worst in November. He had been having trouble sleeping for several nights now and it was starting to show in the gauntness of his face and the darkness of the shadows beneath his eyes. The voice was louder too – that damned voice, nagging at the back of his mind, tugging in an alien, uncomfortable way at his heart, whispering to him, mocking him until he was inches away from bashing his head against the wall. He was trying his hardest to drown in out, training harder and more often, taking long runs, going on more missions. He had even managed to get Alias to box with him the other day and even had a dark bruise and a gash on his cheek to prove it. These activities made the day bearable, but the night – well, that was entirely different matter.

                          A loud thump drew him from his thoughts , and the entire gym went silent. The punching bag had finally given up and separated from the chain that suspended it and now sat at his feet looking entirely too worn out for having been hung up just the day before yesterday. All eyes were on Blanche as he stared down at the bag, his chest heaving, beads of sweat tricking down his face and bare chest. After a few moments his brow furrowed and his scowl deepened, and he gave the bag a solid kick, sending it tumbling a few feet away before coming to rest at the feet of a few soldiers.

                          “Piece of s**t.” he growled under his breath. Brusquely he snatched a towel out of one of the lockers in the room and headed to the shower, finding them freshly evacuated by the time he entered. Quickly he rinsed off, dried, and changed back into his clothing. He felt the looks of the other soldiers heavy on his back as he laced his boots, watching him as though he were some sort of zoo exhibit. Anger burst to life in his gut and abruptly stood, turning about to face the soldiers so fast it started a few.

                          “Is there an issue here?” he asked, his voice low and threatening, violence suggested in the tension of his muscles and the way he stood with his chest out and his chin up, glaring down at the soldiers as if daring them to challenge him.

                          “No, sir!” They said almost a one, quickly turning and pretending to go back to whatever workout they had been doing previously.

                          Blanche turned and slammed the locker door shut so hard the entire rack shuddered and stormed out of the gym, the look on his face enough to make those who passed him cross the hall to get out of his way. He made his way swiftly from the training area towards the office of Dr.Nawat, the Head’s top scientist. He had gotten notice this morning of a mission they we retaking volunteers for, which he initially not planned to go on, but the way he felt now he could think of nothing better than a mission to release his anger and get his mind off of anything but his job.

                          | summary: Blanche frightens some soldiers by beating a punching bag in the gym so brutaly it breaks. He then showers, changes, almost gets in a fight, and then starts towards Dr.Nawat's office to volunteer for the mission. |

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                                    xxxxxxxxxxxx Written by anekochan
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                                    xxxxxxxxxxxx Lyrics in graphic from "The Wind" by Trapt
                                    xxxxxxxxxxxx Based off of the movie X-Men: The Last Stand/ the X-Men franchise





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                                    xxxxxxxxxxxx A war was starting.

                                    Worthington Labs, a big-money pharmaceutical company, had just announced the creation of a drug they called “the Cure”. This drug, they said, would help the world to live in peace. It would right a wrong that has been dealt by nature. It would free families from disgrace and despair. It would make the streets and schools safer, make parents sleep soundly and children feel safe. It was a miracle, an answer to everyone’s prayers, a solution for the world’s most pressing problem.

                                    The mutant problem.

                                    A line was drawn in the sand, dividing mutants and humans into two sides – For the cure, or against it. But not every mutant was prepared to make that choice; there were some who refused to pick a side, some who did not conform to the ideals of either team, and some who found they didn’t fit with either group or with humanity, even after taking the Cure themselves.

                                    Our story follows a group of these individuals, it’s members human, mutant and Cured, as they travel around North America in a troupe consisting of one large motorhome and a couple of trucks and cars which they have taken to calling their Gypsy Caravan. They’ve been living this way for almost a year, travelling from town to town, staying a few days here and a few days there, making money doing odd jobs and doing their best to avoid conflict with the rest of the mutant and human community.

                                    But recently a rumor has reached them, and it’s go them worried; they’re saying that Magneto, the leader of one side of the previous year’s battle, is regaining his powers and building an army, and that Professor Xavier, the leader of the other side, has somehow come back from the dead. They’re saying there will be another war, and everywhere the Caravan goes, mutants are getting more restless. Added to this, the mutants in the Caravan who had taken the cure are starting to regain their powers – the Cure is wearing off.

                                    How will the Caravan deal with the threat of war and the return of their powers? Will they chose to stay where they are, living the life of a traveler, or will some have a change of heart and find place in the coming war?

                                    Only time will tell, but one thing is certain: nothing is forever.




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                                    xxxxxxxxxxxx In terms of quality, this is a Literate+ role play. This means that posts will be well-written, with proper grammar and spelling, and that posts will always be long enough to contribute to the story and give other players something to respond to. There is no set post length/word count, so long as posts meet the aforementioned requirements.

                                    xxxxxxxxxxxx This is a role play that will nod doubt include fighting. Because of this, I will be especially watchful for power playing/god-moding/puppeteering. Do not kill another players character without consent. Do not “cheat”. If you have any further questions or trouble regarding this, please feel free to PM me.

                                    xxxxxxxxxxxx As far as powers go, be creative. We will not be accepting canon characters from any of the X-Men movies/comics/etc, and we are also not accepting mutants with exact copies of canon characters’ powers. If you have questions about what that entails, send me a pm. If I feel a mutation is too powerful, I will request that you alter it.

                                    xxxxxxxxxxxx Post formats are not a requirement, but you may make them if you wish. All [players must put a short summary section at the end of their posts, regardless of if you have a format or not. This section will sum up your post in one or two lines to make it easier for everyone to keep track of what is going on, especially if they have missed a page or two of role play.

                                    xxxxxxxxxxxx PM all reservations to me entitled “Nothing is Forever”. Once the reservation is accepted, you have a week to complete the profile before your slot is opened up again. PM finished profiles to me entitled “Call me [mutant title]”. Reserve form and profile layout can be found in the profile thread.

                                    xxxxxxxxxxxx You must post at least once a week. As long as you do that, and keep active in the OOC thread, there shouldn’t be any problems with post frequency.



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                                    xxxxxxxxxxxx To join this roleplay, follow the link to the profile thread at the top of this page and fill out the reserve form and send it to me. After it has been accepted, you may then fill out your profile (form also found in profile thread). Send that to me once it is finished. When I accept it, you can post your profile in the profile thread.




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                                    xxxxxxxxxxxx NEWS

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                                    xxxxxxxxxxxx VENTS

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              xxx≫ Personality - 1 to three paragraphs

              xxx≫ History - two to six paragraphs

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              xxx≫ description of abilities (if mutant, mutant abilities. If human, any skills or special talents you have)

              xxx≫ Three to five advantages

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              xxx Charlette Webber is her full name, but she goes by Charlie

              xxxCured

              xxx Nineteen, November 18th

              xxx Heterosexual female

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              xxx Charie is a very emotional person. When she feels things, she doesn’t feel them halfway, and she doesn’t try to hide it; If she wants to cry, she’ll cry, if she wants to throw a fit, she’d throw a fit, and she doesn’t care who sees. She’s so expressive of her emotions that it can sometimes be easy for her companions to forget that she’s mute. A conversation with Charlie consists of glares, smiles, shoves, hugs, and anything else she needs t do to get her point across.

              She’s also a very stubborn person – once she sets her mind to something, good luck trying to convince her otherwise. Once she’s made a decision she sticks to it, and does everything in her power to make sure it’s carried through. Charlie is very opinionated, and not hesitant to share or defend those opinions to other people, even if that means making an enemy of them.

              Charlie is also a very intelligent girl When in school, she had a hard time making friends, and so spent most all her time on her own, studying and reading, doing anything she could to look busy, and because of this she always got very good grades. She is a quick learner, and can be very resourceful when it comes to problem solving. Because of experiences she has had in the past, Charlie is very distrustful of others at first, especially mutants, and it takes her a very long time to build a meaningful relationship with anyone. Once she’s become close to a person, there is nothing she wouldn’t do for them, and one couldn’t ask for a more reliable friend then her.

              All in all, her temperament is very much like that of a child. She’s moody, temperamental, honest, and direct, and she treasures her “family” in the Caravan more dearly than anything else in the world.


              xxxCharlie grew up in an unremarkable suburban town with her mother and father and had a rather uneventful childhood. She was not born mute; in fact, she was one of the first children in her age group to tart speaking, and when she was younger was often entered into pageants and singing competitions for children by her mother, who had always wanted to be a pageant mom. Her family was fairly conservative, and so when the mutant “problem” began to be widely discussed, they took a stance on the side of mutants being unnatural and dangerous, and so Charlie, too, felt that way.

              Around the time she was eight years old, Charlie began to lose her voice; by the time she was nine, she was completely mute, and no doctor her family took her to could figure out why. Charlie was crushed. Her mother cried too often, and her father made her appointments to every doctor he could find, but nothing helped. They lived like this for months, until one day something terrible happened. The relationship between her mother and father had been growing more and more tense for months, until one day things exploded.

              Charlie heard their voices from upstairs in her room, yelling and screaming and shouting at each other, and she ran downstairs. She was ten at the time, and the sight of her parents fighting terrified her. They were screaming so loudly; her mother was crying, her father kicked over a coffee table, neither one of them paying her any mind as she watched wide-eyed with horror from the doorway. Stop, she thought to herself desperately. Stop yelling! Silence fell in the room. It took a few moments for her parents to realize what had happened, both of them shocked to find no noise coming from their lips, or from the TV just a few feet away, or from the broken glass beneath her father’s feet or her mother’s mouth as she screamed in fright. Charlie was frozen, shocked, until her father grabbed her shoulders and shook her so violently her teeth rattled and her vision blurred.

              She was a mutant. Her mother and father were horrified, and at first they tried to deny it. They had imagined the whole thing, right? It hadn’t really happened. Of course not. But then Charlie began to do other things, never on purpose, but she couldn’t hold it in. One day, when her mother asked her, “do you like the red one, or the green one?” Charlie opened her mouth and said, “the red one” in her mother’s voice, exactly the way she had said it before, like an echo.

              Her relationship with her parents grew strained, and by the time she was fourteen she was convinced that her parents didn’t love her anymore. When the Charlie saw seventeen and saw the Cure press release on TV, she decided immediately that she would take it, and her parents were more than happy to make the six hour drive to get it. They thought, it will make her normal again – maybe it will give her back her voice again, too. She thought, maybe I will make them love me again. It was painful, but only for a few moments, and then, she was human again. Normal again.

              But she was still mute.

              Charlie didn’t care, though, because her mother was smiling and her father hugged her and everything was going to be alright. On their way out of town, however, things went very, very wrong. An anti-cure fight between two groups of mutants was raging in the city and swing out of control, and their car was struck by some sort of mutant-driven force and tossed off the road Like a wad of paper.

              Charlie managed to survive, but her parents both perished, leaving her orphaned and stranded in the middle of a war zone. They tried to make her pick a side – she refused. She wandered by herself for almost a month before she was picked up by the Caravan, and at first she didn’t want to join them, either – she hated mutants, she didn’t want to be with them, she wasn’t one of them anymore – but in the end, she felt she had nowhere else to go. It took her a while to adjust, but she is now firmly rooted in the Caravan family, and nothing can tear her from it.


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              xxx Charlie’s mutation gives her two distinct abilities. The first ability, and the one she uses – well, used – most often is the ability to replicate any sound she hears exactly. Voices, music, animals, cars, anything. If a noise can be made, Charlie can make the noise, too. She uses this ability most commonly to speak; by repeating a part of something someone says, or stringing together bits of a conversation she’s in, she can simulate speaking enough to give a response. Most people find it a bit unnerving to hear their voice coming out of her mouth, but after a while most get used to it.

              The other ability she has is that she can completely silence all noise in a ten foot radius around herself. She can somewhat control the space the silence effects so as to cover less area or a specific object, but the farthest away she can effect with her power is ten feet, no exceptions.


              xxxAdvantages of her first ability is that she has a built-in recorder of anything she hears exactly. This can come in handy as a means to provide evidence for something, to communicate exact message, or even to trick someone into thinking she is someone else in a dark room or over the phone. She can also use this to analyze things that she can’t see but can hear; for example, if she was speaking to someone on the phone and needed to know where they were, she could repeat the background noises to herself in order to try and figure out there location.

              Advantages of her second ability are more useful. She can use this ability to sneak around in dead silence; even if she were to knock over something, if it was under her influence it wouldn’t make a noise. She can also include others in this ability, as long as they are within her ten foot range.

              Some advantages Charlie has herself are that she is very determined, and so works as hard as she can on a task until it is complete. She is also loyal to a fault, and willl do anything she can to help those she loves. She's very good at math and science, and remembers a lot of things about geography, and is skilled at reading maps of all kinds as well as using a compass.


              xxx Disadvantages to her first ability are that she can only make a nose if she has heard it before, and recently. After about a day she loses her ability to repeat a sound. Another disadvantage is that she can only recreate the nose exactly as she hears it; while some mutants can imitate a person’s voice and use it as their own, Charlie can only just repeat what they say.

              Disadvantages to her second ability are her range and her stamina. Ten feet may sound like a long ways to some, but in reality it is not that far, and if her subject is in motion she has to be in motion as well to keep them within that range. Causing the silence can also be very draining on her, depending on how big the object is, or how many there are, although with a still environment and only her own noise to silence she can keep it up for much longer.

              Disadvantages Charlie herself has is that she can be very stubborn, often refusing to see things any way but hers, and she hold grudges for a very long time, which can get in the way of working together with people. She can also be very clumsy, which frustrated her because she likes to be athletic and run and play sports, but is mostly very bad at them. Also, she has a hard time trusting people, especially mutants. And, of course, she is mute, and never learned sign language. If she needs to communicate she uses gestures, expressions, and a small notepad she keeps on her at all times.


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                                                Charlie rolled over and kicked her blankets off, the sides of the little tent shaking as she shifted violently to cool herself off. Why was it with tents that no matter how cold it was outside, if the sun was out even a little, it would be hot as an oven when you woke up? Charlie frowned and stretched out, trying in vain to cool off little more, but it hardly helped. Her forehead was sticky with sweat and her hair clung to her neck, and the back of her knees were uncomfortable clammy. She was sleepy, though, and despite how long she had been on the road like this, she was never good at getting up early, and eight was early to her.

                                                She laid like that as long as she could, until finally the heat was too much and she gave up. Quickly she sat up and unzipped her tent door in a few quick jerks, breathing a sigh of relief as a wave of chill air flooded into her little abode. Outside the morning was crisp and bright, the sunlight shining through the treetops and dappling their campsite with blotches of golden sun. She could hear birds, lots of birds, singing and tweeting to one another, and she wondered at that as well; she had woken up this early before, when she lived with her parents, and she could never remember hearing this much racket. That must be another of those circumstances that only happen when you camp, like a hot tent, or walking outside in your PJ’s for hours, or cooking everything on a fire.

                                                A smile played on Charlie’s lips at the thought and she scooted forward, stumbling as she fumbled out the tent door to stand up straight. The morning air was refreshing against her skin, the packed dirt cold beneath her feet, and a large yawn escaped her lips as she stretched and twisted to rid her body of the stiffness and aches of sleep. Her right shoulder was especially sore; she must have slept funny on it again. As she made her way to the Caravan’s main motorhome she made a mental not to get a bigger tent next time she had the money to.

                                                The motorhome – which Charlie had the habit of refereeing to as HQ in her mind – was used by the entire Caravan, mainly to serve as a kitchen, a bathroom, and a storage space for things people couldn’t fit inside their own cars, or who didn’t have their own car to store them in, like Charlie. Every member of the troupe had a copy of the keys that opened the side storage compartments, as well as the main doors and the ignition, just in case, though it was mostly Charlie who drove the thing while they were on the road. Even though they were parked, the doors to HQ were all locked; they’d learned the hard way that if people found there were mutants in their troupe, they wouldn’t hesitate to vandalize their things, and so they always locked everything up tight.

                                                With a practiced movement Charlie picked the correct key from the necklace dangling around her neck (there were only two keys and they were small, so she decided to keep them like this instead of on a keychain which she was sure to lose), opened the main side door, and climbed inside. A quick looked around proved the inside to be as messy as ever. There were bags and boxes piled in the back where the rear mattress was, and the closet was so full it had to be tied shut. All of the overhead cupboards were stuffed full with food, disposable dishes, cooking utensils, and random tools and such that was left out and stuffed there instead of into its proper place. For a few moments Charlie just looked around, as she did each morning, and simply let herself enjoy the feeling of being at home, a smile on her face and a warm, contented feeling settling in her chest.

                                                She then set about to pulling things out of the fridge and the cupboards, as it was her turn to prepare breakfast and she was going to make French toast. She had just picked up the recipe form a magazine in town and had bought the ingredients yesterday, and was hoping they were as easy to make as they looked. It took only two burnt pieces for Charlie to get the hang of it (it turned out it was pretty easy to make) and she soon had a sizable pile of French toast sitting on the counter next to her. The smell of it was pretty mild, definitely not enough to wake anyone up, so she decided to whip out the big guns: Bacon.

                                                Charlie dug around in the fridge until she found half a package of bacon and a half a package of sausage, looking at both with a slight frown. Should she make both? Yeah, why not? She was very, very careful as she cooked the bacon, as it was a lot easier to ruin than the French toast was, and managed to cook it all without burning any. Well, without burning any enough to not be edible, that is. When she was done she moved on to sausage, and when she was done with that she put it all on the table and dug out paper plates, utensils, and the several different kinds of syrup they had and got it all ready.

                                                Feeling rather accomplishes she stuck her head out the door and looked around to see if anyone was awake yet. She spotted Teagan, laying on his back near him and Sabella’s van. He was a bit strange, that one, and quiet, and at first Charlie hadn’t really liked him, but over the past week she had gotten used to him and found she actually quite liked him.

                                                Charlie dug a hand into the collar of her shirt for her necklace and the small whistle that hung from it, bringing it to her lips and blowing just loud enough to get his attention, but hopefully not loud enough to bother anyone who was still asleep on purpose. Once his attention was caught she indicated the inside of the motorhome with the spatula still in her hand, indicating, Breakfast is ready, you wants some?

                                                | summary:Charlie wakes up, contemplates the wonders of things that only happen when you camp, and then makes her way to HQ to prepare breakfast. Once it's finished, she spots Teagan and "asks" if he would like some.|


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                                              Aaryn was exhausted, but she wouldn’t let it show.

                                              It was only her second day at camp, having stumbled into camp yesterday morning tired, hungry, and wounded. Nothing major – a few cuts, mostly scrapes and bruises – but gods, she had been tired. She’d ran for most of the day before to get there, following a satyr to get to some place called “Camp Half-Blood”, where she would supposedly be safe from all the strange, terrible beasts that had started to plague her life since the day she was claimed by her mother, Nike, Greek goddess of Victory.

                                              It had startled her, when that happened; she’d been at home with her dad and step-mom, playing soccer in the backyard and taking advantage of the nice weather they’d been having, when suddenly a glowing symbol had appeared above her head, a glowing gold wreath of palm leaves. She had been scared, and so had her step-mom, but her dad had remained calm. He’s taken her inside and explained everything to her that he knew, and even though she didn’t really think that what he was saying could possibly be real, she had listened and nodded along and promised that she would be careful from now on, though what she had to be careful about she wasn’t sure.

                                              She had found out fast, though that’s for sure. The next day on her way to school she was attacked for the first time, a monster knocking her clean off her bike and sending her tumbling into the road with it right on top of her. She managed to kick it off of her and sent it sprawling into traffic, where it was hit by an oncoming car and dissolved into dust. Terrified, she’d gone straight home instead of to school, and no sooner had she gotten there than a satyr had shown up to fetch her for camp. At first she didn’t want to go. After all, there were still a few days of school left, and she wanted to get perfect attendance – she always had perfect attendance. But her father had insisted, and when they noticed another monster lurking outside the house, she gave in and agreed to go to camp.

                                              It was a horrible trip. Because she was older, the satyr had said, the monsters could smell her very easily, and apparently, she smelled like lunch. They were attacked at every turn, narrowly avoiding injury and barely managing not to make too much of a public scene. When they were just a couple hours away, they crashed their car, and though neither of them were hurt more than a few scrapes and bruises, it still meant they had to run the rest of the way. And they had, they’d run all that day, and when they finally stumbled into camp Aaryn was tired, and hungry, and she just wanted to sit down and rest, but everyone had been looking at her – staring at her, and she couldn’t bear to let strangers see her so weak. So she’d stool straight and tall, fought to keep her breathing from being ragged, and smiled as her satyr friend introduced her to Chiron, the activities director, and Mr. D, the head honcho.

                                              She had tried not to let her shock show as she was shown around camp, not so much as batting an eye at all the strange equipment and buildings and creatures. She’d even participated in a few activities after she was left on her own with the other campers. Just a few attempts at archery and sword play and a couple of foot races with other campers; she had found a lot of campers had a bit of an attitude, were even a bit cocky, and even though she had been beyond exhausted she could never bring herself to back down from a challenge. That night she had fell into her bed and slept so deeply she didn’t remember dreaming.

                                              This morning, she didn’t want to get up.

                                              There was only two other campers in her cabin, and by the time she had actually sat up and changed they were already gone. Great, she thought. Just great. Yesterday had been such a blur that she didn’t really remember where the dining pavilion was located, and she had hoped she would be able to nonchalantly follow her cabin mates there without having to ask for directions – she hated asking for help. Aaryn sighed as she stepped out of the cabin, squinting in the sunlight a moment before her eyes adjusted and starting off in one of the two directions available to her, strolling casually and confidently as if she were just out for a stroll and new exactly where it was she was going. She followed the spread of the cabins, taking a moment to examine each in turn as she strolled by, letting herself be amazed that all of this was actually real.

                                              She was pulled from her thoughts suddenly by the sound of a commotion ahead and turned just in time to avoid walking into the middle of the situation. It looked like three boys (had to be from the Aphrodite cabin, they were so resplendent) were about to get into an altercation with another boy, who was the very picture of fury as he shouted at them. The thought entered Aaryn’s mind that she should step in, but before she could do anything a glowing symbol appeared suddenly over the boy’s head, a set of golden sales weighing swords. She looked on, just as amazed as the others, until the symbol faded and she heard Chiron explaining to the boy which God it was that had claimed him – or, Goddess, rather.

                                              “Nemesis,” she repeated when the boy questioned Chiron’s explanation. She had paused only a few steps away from the centaur and the boy, so she was in easy range of their conversation. “Goddess of balance, justice, and vengeance.”

                                              With the last few words she looked pointedly at the trio of Aphrodite campers, who suddenly found they had lost interest in the situation and wandered off, presumably to the dining pavilion. Aaryn shook her head in disgust; there was almost nothing she detested more than those who would back down so easily from a fight, especially if they themselves had instigated it.




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                                              The sound of voices woke Charlette from her sleep, loud and unfamiliar. Well, not loud, really, just louder than people usually spoke when inside the Hypnos cabin, which was generally in a hushed whisper or not at all. She kept her eyes closed, listening to the voices with only vague interest as she drifted on the edge of falling back asleep. New campers, must be. Clovis, the head of the Hypnos cabin, must be showing them around. Charlie remained where she was as she heard Clovis shush the new campers and lead them around the cabin, saying the names of each of the few campers already inside as he lead them past their beds, Charlette lay curled on her bunk, her petite form all but lost in the soft, downy mattress and huge fluffy pillows.

                                              This would be her third year at Camp Half-Blood, as well as her third year knowing about all this – about how the Greek pantheon of Gods was real, about how they had children, and about how monsters (which were also real) wanted to kill those children. The monsters hadn’t really bothered her too much up until the time she was claimed by her father, Hypnos, the God of Sleep. Up until that point she spent most of her time at home, in her room, napping or studying. Her mother had always opted for home schooling for Charlette, so, naturally, Charlette tended to stay home, not making many friends or going out much, but not really minding.

                                              Her and her mother’s life was quit, calm, and uneventful. So it came as quite a shock the first time a monster had attacked her, jumping her as she was taking the trash out one evening. It had been terrifying, utterly terrifying, and if it hadn’t been for Charlette’s instinctual use of her powers to put the beast to sleep she could easily have been seriously injured – even killed. As it was she suffered a few claw marks to the back of one shoulder, but they were fairly minor and had healed quickly and left only faint scars.

                                              Shortly after she had been rounded up and sent off to camp rather abruptly by her mother, who cried the whole drive but promised Charlette it was for the best, that it was only for the summer, and that she would be happy there. It had been a hard transition for Charlette, as it was a hard transition for almost any Half-Blood who came to camp – having to leave your family behind and suddenly be thrust into the realms of magic, Gods, and battle.

                                              For Charlette, camp was hard; she wasn’t incredibly social or outgoing, was mediocre at most camp activities save for archery, in which she wasn’t the very best, but still, much better than she was at anything else. She probably would have spent all of her time at Camp alone, if it hadn’t been for Lucan.

                                              Lucan . . .

                                              Thinking of him made Charlette frown, the expression more of a pout than anything on her delicate, sleepy features. They had been dating since . . . well, Charlette couldn’t remember exactly when, but, they had been dating for a while – emphasis on had. About two months ago they’d broken up after a heated fight about . . . something . . . had gotten out of hand. For a normal couple, it was probably something that could have been gotten over, but with two demi-gods, whose temperaments tended to flare dramati8cally, it had been too much, and they had ended their relationship.

                                              Thinking about it Charlette couldn’t tell if she was mad, or sad, or glad. They had bickered a lot, constantly, and she had hated it, but she had also kind of loved it; she was sure it had something to do with her Father’s blood in her, but she usually couldn’t muster enough energy or drive to do much at all besides lounge around and nap, but when she was with Lucan she found she could find the energy for just about anything. Even fighting, arguing like they did, was sort of great, because it made her feel such strong emotions.

                                              Charlette sighed and turned her head, burying her face into her pillow and trying to fall back asleep. It wasn’t a hard thing to do and soon she found herself deep in slumber, but her dreams were troubled, and when Clovis woke her an hour or so later for breakfast she found she didn’t feel rested much at all. Groggily she sat up and rubbed her eyes, looking about the cabin with her eyes half-lidded as she tried to gather the energy to climb out of bed. Two of the beds that had been empty when she arrived a few days ago were now occupied, and a couple of bags of what she assumed were the new campers’ belongings littered the ground around them.

                                              Charlette yawned, stretching her arms up over her head, then climbed out of the plushy, downy nest of her bed and stood. She was short, barely five-foot two, and the bed was so plush and cushioned that it stood taller than her waist, making her look rather ungainly as she climbed out of it and ambled her way toward the door. Her flower-printed dress (white with poppies, of course) was wrinkled from her sleeping, her hair was mussed, and her feet were bare, but she didn’t really care much, halfheartedly smoothing out her dress and running her fingers through her hair as she stopped in the doorway of the cabin. The sun felt good on her skin and she closed her eyes, leaning against the doorframe as she took a few moments to savor the warm, a faint smile on her lips.

                                              When she opened her eyes, the smile vanished.

                                              Lucan was walking by, a matter of feet away from where she stood. He looked sullen as usual, well dressed, tall, handsome, and he didn’t so much as glance in the direction of her cabin. He walked by as if it weren’t even there, and Charlette watched him go, her expression a pout in earnest as she struggled to figure out what she was feeling – was she sad because he hadn’t looked over? Disappointed? Was she angry, because he must have obviously been ignoring her cabin, because he was being childish? She wasn’t sure.

                                              She stared down at her feet for a moment, considering, and then sighed, stretching her arms over her head again as she turned and slowly made her way towards the dining pavilion with a yawn.


                                              ((No problem! I have that same issue most of the time, as you can see. I will try not to drone on too much though; these are intro posts, so that's my excuse >.>;; ))

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                                      House Lannister and the King's Court

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                                            King Rowan Lannister – Current King; 20 years old, 6’3’’, golden hair, green eyes, fair skin. Calculating, loyal to his family, has a tendency towards coldness, can be cruel, but can also be very fair. Does nothing unless he has something to gain from it.

                                            Prince Taylar Lannister – Next in line for the throne, Master of Laws on the King’s Small Council; 19 years old, 6’1’’’, golden hair, green eyes, fair skin. Fair and just, loyal to his family, much kinder than his older brother, though has a temper that flares rather easily.

                                            Princess Yvette Lannister – The King’s only sister;16 years old, 5’5’’, golden hair, green eyes, fair skin. Somber, loyal to her family, serious and mature. Has a tendency towards fairness, but can also be very practical, and realizes when something hard must be done.

                                            Prince Arryk Lannister – King’s youngest brother;14 years old, 5’5’’, golden hair, green eyes, fair skin. Rambunctiouse, loyal to his family, carefree and fun. Has a hard time focusing. Often in trouble, spends a lot of time with his tutors.

                                            Lady Evelyn Lannister – Mother of the King and his siblings; 35 years old, 5’6’’, golden hair, green eyes, fair skin. Cold, loyal to her family, calculating, cruel, and generally mean-spirited. She was greatly aggrieved by the loss of her husband and, though he died a natural death due to his age and health, she has always been suspicious, as if it may have been foul play. She guards her children fiercely, and raised her eldest to be just as calculating and shrewd as herself.

                                            {King Daven Lannister} – father of the current King and his siblings; deceased, age 63 years old. Died of old age/ a cold. Was a generally fair king, though had a tendency towards sharpness and coldness. Was not greatly loved by his people, nor was he hated.

                                            {Ser Leon Lannister} – Close Cousin and childhood friend of the King; 20 years old, golden hair, blue eyes, fair skin. Proud, loyal to his family, aggressive, abrasive, condescending. Had a tendency towards boasting and never backed down from a challenge. Could be a lot of fun, but could also be annoying. Also had a habit of drinking and a love of wine, though he could not hold it well.

                                            Grand Maester Ryllen – Maester of the Citadel. Councilor, healer, tutor; 70 years old, grey hair, grey eyes. Wise, intelligent, calm, collected. Very devoted to his duties. Listens more to Lady Evelyn than to Rowan, but does not show it.

                                            Ser Braydon Wylde – Lord Commander of the Kingsguard; 24 years old, 6'2'', black hair, brown eyes, fair skin. Just and fair, loyal to the Throne, honorable and proud. An exceptionally skilled fighter, master of swordplay, strong leader.

                                            Lord Hammon Lannister – Master of Coin on the King’s Small Council; 32 years old, 5'8'' golden hair, brown eyes, fair skin. Shrew, loyal to his family, cold, calculating, intelligent, clever. Good at managing money, bad at managing people.

                                            Lord Stafford Seaworth – Master of Ships on the King’s Small Council; 30 years old, 5'10'', brown hiar, blue eyes. Patient, intelligent, strong-willed. A great leader, admired and loved by his men. Inspires loyalty and respect.

                                            Ashaiya – Eunich, Master of Whisperers on the King’s Small Council; age unknown, 5'7'', bald, green eyes. Crafty, sly, clever, intelligent. Soft-spoken, smiles often. Gentle.

                                            Septa Rienne– Tutor to the King’s sister; 58 years old, 5’2’’, brown hair, brown eyes, fair skin. Kind, gentle, intelligent, fair, structured, stern.



                                      House Arryn and the Knights of the Vale

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                                            Lord Mychel Arryn – Lord of the Eyrie and Hand of the King; 40 years old, 5'11'' brown hair, brown eyes, tan skin. Fair and just, proud, honorable, a good leader, level-headed and intelligent. Much loved by his bannermen and those he rules over in the Vale. Currently resides at King’s Landing to serve as the King’s Hand.

                                            Lady Ashlea Tully – Wife to Lord Mychel; 37 years old, 5'5'' red hair, blue eyes, fair skin. Kind and gentle, Lady Ashlea is known for her laughter and her smiles. She is a soft-hearted woman, and is easily upset by violence and cruelty. She is very aggrieved by the exile of her eldest son, and has been subdues and depressed since his leaving. Currently lives at King’s Landing with her husband, the Hand of the King.

                                            Ser Torren Arryn – an exiled Knight of the Vale, eldest son of Lord Mychel. Little is known publicly for the reason of Torren’s exile, but it is known that he brought shame to his Lord father and the Vale and so was sentenced to death. Before his sentence could be carried out, he vanished into exile, fleeing across the water to the Free Cities. 22 years old,6'3'' brown hair, blue eyes, tan skin. He is intelligent, just, fair, and kind, though he can also be very shrewd and cutthroat, if need be. He is an excellent swordsman and a capable fighter. Is also fluent in several of the languages of the Free cities.

                                            Avryl Arryn – Daughter of Lord Mychel; 20 years old, 5'6'' red hair, brown eyes, fair skin. Just and fair, strong-willed and determined, a fair judge, intelligent. Twice widowed: {Eon Hunter },first husband, died of pox. {Donnel Waynwood}, second husband, died of wounds sustained in a hunting accident. Rules over the Eyrie and the Vale while her father is away.

                                            Ser Willem Belmore – Captain of Lord Arryn’s household guard; 36 years old, 6’, brown hair, blue eyes, fair skin. Kind, just, loyal, devoted. Very capable swordsmen, good leader.

                                            Ser Collyn Royce – High Steward of the Vale. 38 years old, 5’7’’, brown hair, brown eyes, fair skin. Loyal, honest, old-fashioned, strict.

                                            Maester Faerwyn – Councilor, healer, and tutor; 66 years old, 5’5’’, grey hair, blue eyes, fair skin. Wise, funny, friendly, intelligent, stern.

                                            Septa Eugraine – Tutor to Lord Arryn’s daughter; 54 years old, 5’5’’, grey hair, brown eyes, fair skin. Strict, intelligent, stern, kind, wise.

                                            Ser ??? Tully – Knight of the Gate




Wheezing Fatcat

Miles Whitworth
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NPC Leonardo DiCaprio European Badger
Miles is Cardinal Di Caprio's right hand man. Shrew, calculating, and cunning, he serves the cardinal loyally and with a righteous viciousness that bring fear to the hearts of those who know of him.

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