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 Posted: Fri Feb 08, 2008 9:28 am
I don't hate the darkness... The Good in the World Five teenagers, trapped on earth do do one last good deed... before they die.
This is a story about five kids. They were perfect angels - staying within carefully drawn lines. They each committed one sin that lead to their death, whether it be suicide, murder, or something of the like. They were granted one last chance to make up for their sin, and something easy like helping a little old lady cross the street is not going to cut it. They have to figure out how to be an angel on their own. Sounds like a pretty simple task, right? Well, when your memory has been erased it's not so much fun. You have only your name, your age, the clothes on your back, and some spare change in your pocket. You lost your memory somehow and you find yourself in New York. You have no idea you were once an angel, either, you can only find yourself attracted to those like you, and those working against you. Everyone else is simply background noise. You can only find the torn and frayed pages of the life you lived, being a perfect angel now, is no longer easy.When it's all I've ever known...
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Posted: Fri Feb 08, 2008 9:30 am
The light, it burns...
The Evil in the World
Five teenagers, trapt in the world to follow the devil's whim... before they are condemmed.
This is a story about five kids. They were horrible, evil people in life, and even worse in death. They are the true 'devil's helpers' They have been sent to convince the good to do evil. Their one rule, they cannot fall in love. A simple task, but when the good look so good, and the devil plays with your heart, things aren't always easy. All they have to do is convince the good to do one evil thing, and they gain special favors with the devil. With everything at their disposal, they must not let the good commit good. With temptation following them like dogs, being an evil demon, is no longer easy.It makes me feel alone...
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Posted: Fri Feb 08, 2008 9:32 am
I don't fear the darkness... The Mediators in the World
Five teenagers, kept in the world to fulfill their destiny... before it perishes.
This is a story about five kids. They seem to be normal on the outside like a regular human, but there is always something that sets them apart. These are the people who can tell who's who. Only they have the power to keep the evil from taking over the good. Problem is, they don't even know what they are capable of. They must get the angels to heaven and expect nothing in return. The fate of goodness, is in their hands. These are easy people to find because they have something 'not quite right' about them, like a different colored eye. Living life as a normal human, is no longer an option.When I can't see the light...
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Posted: Fri Feb 08, 2008 9:35 am
"] I toe the line between what's good and not... Plot Summary
This is a story about 24 teenagers. They all live in New York and are all trying to achive their own goal. The good are trying to do good deeds to get into heaven... Without a memory. The evil are trying to keep the good for committing good so that the good will come to hell, and trying to kill the mediators. The mediators have almost no idea what' going on, they just have an idea that they have to help the good and stay away from the evil.
Note: None of the characters have any 'sensing' ability that allows them to 'sense' other creatures. Everyone is normal for the most part, except for a subtle power.'Cause I was taught in black and white...
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Posted: Fri Feb 08, 2008 9:38 am
I don't love the darkness... Rules
 This is YAOI/YURI/HETERO, that means, if you have issues with homosexuals, don't even come a step further. Same thing applies if you are sexist or racist. GET OUT.
 This RP is rated PG-14, violence and romance is allowed and encouraged, however, we don't want horribly disturbing nightmares that will plauge us, and we don't want to read cyber.
Please, PM your profiles to me with the title, 'Lost alone in Darkness' If you fail to comply, I will ignore you!
Please, be literate. That mean correct punctuation, capitaliazation, quotations around speech, in past third person. I don't expect you to be perfect, but you can at least try. I also don't want any one-liners. Please use something for OOC.
Don't spam, advertise, or pagestrech.
If you are going to join, at least don't post once and then leave, or just never post. I do spontanious deletions of profiles every once in a while and everyone who has not posted in the time I specify before I do the check will be deleted.
Use common sense, if says not to do something in the ToS or forum guide, then don't do it!
At least try not to make your characters all knowing, or even worse, a Mary/ Gary Sue!... They aren't superheros running around in colored undies - they are at least trying to be normalThe mere shadows of my past...
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Posted: Fri Feb 08, 2008 9:43 am
The light hides what's left of dusk... (Follow and delete the words in the parenthesis. Choosecolor is for you to put in a color) Good:
[color=choosecolor][size=10][b]Gaianame:[/b] (Your username)
[b]Name:[/b] (Your character's name, first and last.)
[b]Age:[/b] (Teenage, so about 15-17 I'll allow for a little flux)
[b]Gender:[/b] (Kinda self explanitory, male or female)
[b]Sexual Preference:[/b] (Heterosexual, homosexual, or bisexual)
[b]Personality:[/b] (How your character behaves)
[b]Ability:[/b] (One angelic ability, try to keep it somewhat angelic)
[b]Final Moments:[/b] (Instead of a bio, the good have this since they do
not have a past, this is simply how your character died. I love lots of details)
[b]Appearance:[/b] [url= insert picture here] Type in a phrase here[/url][/size][/color]
 Evil:
[color=choosecolor][size=10][b]Gaianame:[/b] (Your username)
[b]Name:[/b] (Your character's name, first and last.)
[b]Age:[/b] (Teenage, so about 15-17 I'll allow for a little flux)
[b]Gender:[/b] (Kinda self explanitory, male or female)
[b]Sexual Preference:[/b] (Heterosexual, homosexual, or bisexual)
[b]Personality:[/b] (How your character behaves)
[b]Ability:[/b] (One devilsh ability, try to keep it somewhat devilish)
[b]Devilish Moments:[/b] (A bio, I love lots of detail)
[b]Appearance:[/b] [url= insert picture here] Type in a phrase here[/url]
[/size][/color]
 Mediator:
[color=choosecolor][size=10][b]Gaianame:[/b] (Your username)
[b]Name:[/b] (Your character's name, first and last.)
[b]Age:[/b] (Teenage, so about 15-17 I'll allow for a little flux)
[b]Gender:[/b] (Kinda self explanitory, male or female)
[b]Sexual Preference:[/b] (Heterosexual, homosexual, or bisexual)
[b]Personality:[/b] (How your character behaves)
[b]Ability:[/b] (One unusual ability, try to keep it somewhat low key - low key does not mean not powerful)
[b]The Sad Story of My Life:[/b] (A bio, I love lots of detail)
[b]Appearance:[/b] [url= insert picture here] Type in a phrase here[/url]
[/size][/color]
The sun is rising fast...
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Posted: Fri Feb 08, 2008 10:34 am
I don't dread the light... The GOOD ProfilesElesariin Gaianame: Elesariin
Name: Aaron Grant
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Sexual Preference: Heterosexual
Personality: Aaron is pretty quiet, but not because of any shyness of awkwardness; he's always been an inherently thoughtful guy, and has become even more so since the loss of his memory. He's the sort of person who is perfectly comfortable with making calm, monosyllabic answers to every question he's asked. He can seem standoffish or even antisocial to new acquaintances as a result, but with good friends he can be warm, even funny. People start out being good in his opinion, innocent until proven guilty, and he puts the needs and safety of the very individuals he has no interest in speaking to before his own. Always.
Ability: He can manipulate the emotions of those around him with accuracy that depends on his own ability to concentrate
Final Moments:
Aaron stared at the cop's gun, uncomprehending, his hands still gripping the steering wheel. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words would come. The man's eyes glittered. "Didn't you hear me? Get out of the car!" Understanding still eluded him; this couldn't be right. Instead of following the cop's orders, Aaron turned to look at the girl in the passenger's seat. Rachel's amber eyes showed the same shock he felt, but underneath this was a level of understanding, horrified understanding, and just seeing it in her eyes was almost enough; he almost remembered something that could explain this unexplainable situation.
The back of his head exploded, and Rachel's wide eyes and screaming mouth were lost to him. He didn't even feel himself fall. Just before he lost consciousness completely, two things occurred to him in quick succession; first, that the man with the gun had not been wearing a uniform or even a badge, and that there hadn't been a license number on the gun.
He opened his eyes and the world spun. With enormous effort he pushed himself up, spitting dirt out of his mouth; several small pebbles were pressed into the skin of his cheek. He could see... he squinted... a pair of jeans, girl's jeans, and.... Aaron almost screamed, but not with hatred or anger. The only thing he could feel was pure fear. There was only one thought in his fuzzy brain: Get him away from her.
He only saw the rest of it in snapshots: his own hand closing over a rock; the rock slamming into the back of the man's head; the man turning toward him, his eyes dazed with pain and the hand holding the gun-- Slamming the rock into that face, even as a loud, sharp sound rang out. Then the man was gone, and Rachel's face... but she was crying, sobbing hysterically and cradling his head.... why....
Appearance: Your Knight in Shining Armor gothic_emoness101 Gaianame: gothic_emoness101 Name: Madison Desmare Age: 17 Gender: Female Sexual Preference: Heterosexual (Straight) Personality: Shy and dreamlike. Madison floats by without a sound, barely noticed by others. She prefers it that way, however, compared to being the center of attention. She's very skiddish in crowds, clostrophobia setting in if she's in the middle of a group of people. Ability: She can sense other's emotions Final Moments: Madison was walking home, feeling as though she was being followed. When the footsteps began behind her, she became very nervous. Glancing over her shoulder, she practically jumped out of her skin as she saw ice blue eyes watching her from beneath the hood of a sweatshirt. The contrast of the eyes and the shadows was startling, and she began walking faster. The footsteps picked up pace as well, and her stomach clentched with fear. Faster, reverbeated through her head as she heard the heavy footfalls of her pursuer running after her as she bolted. So close to home, was the last thing she thought before they were on her. The hands landed on her shoulders, slowing her to a stop before spinning her around. She looked into the face of a god. Ice blue eyes were set in a strongly angled pale face, and slightly curly black hair framed it marvelously. The guy was gorgeous. "Are you all right?" he asked, concerned. Not trusting herself to speak, she simply nodded slowly. "Good, I'm Jake." he flashed her a dazzling smile. Pretty soon, she was hanging out with Jake alot, loving the attention he gave her. Hanging with him and his friends one night, they decided to play with a local homeless man living in the woods nearby. They stalked into the trees with baseball bats, finding the old man lying in the dirt under a tarp. Jake took the first strike, and the other's quickly followed suit. Madison watched in horror as the already broken looking body became a mangled pile of rags, bones, and blood. Madison's tears flowed freely as she ran from what she had just witnessed. She didn't make it far however, for Jake had followed her. He tackled her to the floor, holding his bat up, ready to strike. "I can't let you tell anyone." were the last words she heard before black seeped into her vision and her life faded from her body. Appearance: Innocent until Proven Guilty x--X--Star-Ferns--X--x Gaianame: x--X--Star-Ferns--X--x
Name: Star Ferns
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Sexual Preference: Heterosexual
Personality: Once a rude, sarcastic, conner(?), Star is now shy and caring. She can't stand to see people in pain, and will help in any way possible.
Ability: She can feel people's hearts. She can see how they were broken, or healed.
Final Moments: Star's life had always been perfect. Mostly because she made it that way. She got what she wanted with the help of her mother. The last mission they did, before Star was going off on her own was a tricky one. You see, they were con artists, her mother conned the men into marrying her, then Star did the follow-up by making them cheat. It was all going so well, until the mission that changed Star forever. Now, her mother was conning a 65 year old billionaire, and Star was supposed to do the follow-up, but instead she decided on doing her own mission. She followed around a rich doctor, and started flirting with her. After a while her mother found out and told her she wasn't ready to be a primary in a mission. They agrued, sure, but Star didn't quit her mission after she told her mother she would.
This eventually led Star to fall in love with him. She didn't mean to, it just happened. Then, one night, the man proposed. Yes, she was only a teen, but she could pull to look in her 20's, which she did. Then, her mother spied on her and then conned her daughter's new husband into cheating on Star. They later got a divorce, which was worth 3.5 Million. Star was heartbroken, yet didn't let on.
The next morning, her mother found her dead, under the satin sheets. Next to her was the nightstand, in which a bottle of pills was. The bottle was empty, and Star had killed herself.
Appearance: Don't Judge What You don't Know Quote: Gaianame: kittengrl39
Name: Cari Synder
Age: About 16
Gender: Female
Sexual Preference: Asexual
Personality: Cari is a pale shadow in a world of brightly-colored crowds. She drifts from place to place, noticing, watching, gathering facts and putting them together. Her silent stare is enough to give many people the chills. She doesn’t speak much, nor feel the need to. She feels empty, as though something very precious has been torn away from her along with all her feelings. But she can’t decide whether she wants them back or not.
Ability: Her paintings have the ability to draw people in to the point where they feel they’re actually in the picture, or, conversely, become almost real enough to affect the outside world…
Final Moments: I chose to take this literally.
Cari stumbled along the train tracks out onto the bridge. The cold wind whipped her hair about as her shoes squeaked on the slick, metal rails. The drop to the river below, horribly visible through the rails, made the passing boats seem like toy ships sailing off the edge of the world.
Cari stopped and wrapped her hand around a cold metal strut. She stared at the graffiti on the column opposite her, unseeing. The graffiti usually made her feel better. Art springing up unbidden even in the most hostile of places. But now…
She slowly turned in the other direction, staring out into the darkness, the only difference between the night sky and the river the water’s lack of stars. The last of her resistance fell and the tide of memories flooded her mind.
He was panting, bleeding from his head and from his gut, and yet still smiling despite that. It was a dark, cruel smile that made her stomach twist. He was leaning against the wall of the warehouse as if it were the only thing keeping him up and yet he still smiled as though he’d gotten one up on her, as if he knew something she didn’t.
He lifted his head and flicked the long, dark hair out of his eyes. “What’s the matter, Cari? You forget how to use that thing?” He gestured towards the gun in her hands, which she had somehow managed to keep steady despite the rain and the howling horror that was threatening to engulf her mind. His dark eyes stared into hers without fear. “I’m still here, Cari. I’m still breathing.”
The cruel smile touched his lips once again. “And they never will be. Not ever again.”
Her pupils shrank to pinpoints. Her hands lifted the gun, found the heart, aimed-
Fired.
He laughed as he died. His body traced a bloody smear as it fell. And Cari remained where she was, trapped in this awful moment, knowing she would never be able to escape it.
Cari stared out at the river, wrapped in the shroud of her memories. It didn’t matter now. None of her life mattered now.
The blast of a train horn made her look back at the tunnel. A bright light followed by several tons of metal was thundering down the track. She knew she ought to be alarmed, but somehow she just couldn’t bring herself to care.
She stepped back onto the train tracks. Cari couldn’t hear the train anymore. As it drew closer on its way to collision, all she heard were ghosts of accusations floating around her head.
What have you done? You’ve killed your own brother…
Appearance: I’ve never been able to find a picture that suits Cari. She is about 5’4”, slim, and fine-boned. Her white-blonde hair falls raggedly to her chin. Her skin is very pale, yet never seems to burn or tan. Her eyes are the cool blue of a glacier. She tends to dress in light, oversize hoodies and jeans. She makes you wonder if she’s really there. Quote: Gaianame: Scribblet
Name: Laila Kalapini
Age:15
Gender: Female
Sexual Preference: Bisexual
Personality: Falsely charming, she can draw you in with such charm and smiles that one would claim she was sweet and innocent, helped by her appearance.. She is anything but, underneath her false personality she seethes and detests the world. She thrives in deception, and strives for the hell below to swallow the world whole.
Ability: She can catch glimpses of others pasts.
Devilish Moments: Born into a family where she was loved, and she thrived. Craving the love, she was spoiled and her heart was filled with joy. Then her younger sister was born. A girl that was everything her parents had ever wanted - had evere needed. And they all but forgot about their first child. She would glare at her sister and punch her when she thought the adults eyes were distracted.
On her first day of primary school she held a boys hand in a game and instantly saw a time he had been attacked by a dog as if she were there. That was the day she realised she was different, she was special and it gave her hope. One day when she was ten and 'playing' with her little sister who was now a toddler, with dimples, blonde ringlets and blue eyes, she took the game too far. She took it so far that she found a very heavy object and hit her sister round the head.
She ran way and when she was 15 she realised what a wreck she had become. In tears she sobbed to herself and wished that it had never happened. And her prayer was answered by someone... The devil. Her sister had never died, but in return she sold her soul.
Appearance: Dark and deceptive, like the night.
Quote: Gaianame: Master Strategist Kess
Name: Cornelius Kohein
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Sexual Preference: Heterosexual
Personality: Cornelius is the pinnacle of wickedness. He doesn't trip children, or steal candy from babies. He plots how to make the prom queen fall from her throne, or how to discredit the most honest of people. He is a master of setting people up and bringing the proud to their knees. All of this is hidden behind an innocent and inquisitive exterior. He claims he just wants to help people find the truth.
Ability: Intuition as to where to search in order to find information he needs, even if it is just the start of a very long lead.
Devilish Moments: When he was little he was picked on. He allowed himself to be picked on for all intents and purposes. His parents told him to be more confident, but he only cried. He saw a therapist who tried to make him more confident. In every way possible, he created the little, helpless geek that everyone pushed around. However, in time his therapist started getting too close to the truth of the problem. He set the therapist up to give out incorrect prescriptions to patience. When one patient nearly died, there was an investigation, and the man was arrested.
That was when Cornelius turned 15. Since then he has been on a ruthless campaign to bring anyone down who seemed to proud. Humility was the virtue he boosted, no matter how false. He joined the school paper, and through that was able to spread his propaganda. The paper won awards because of him, and he was a hero to everyone except for those he brought down. This new mission brought forth new ideas that he hadn't exploited yet: blackmailing the angels into committing the sins he desired them to commit.
Appearance: A scrawny kid with dirty blond hair. He is not muscular, and is fairly short, at 5'6". He wears plain t-shirts with cargo pants. He also wears glasses. When people see him, they usually describe him as non-descript.
X..candi..X Gaianame: X..candi..X
Name: Jessica Ann Rosales
Age: 16
Gender: female
Sexual Preference: Heterosexual/straight
Personality: She usually has a happy and charming expression masking her true thoughts. She can woe you with smiles and false compliments. She has ways of persuading people to get what she wants. Even behind her sparkling happy eyes, she goes out of her way to bring people down.
Ability:Ability: sees what's going through the person's head at that moment. She must be in contact with the person (eye contact). More effective if it's physical cntact.
Devilish Moments: She's always had somewhat of an active imagination. When she was younger, she had been the perfect image of a child role model. She had the brightest smile and always tried to help everyone. It became curious to her that she could always tell what was bothering another person. After a few tries, she understood it. She was...different.
As she was still a hormone-driven teen, she fell in love deeply with the skater boy and thought he loved her back. He was everything she wanted. One day, she gazed too deep into his eyes and saw what he truly wanted: her best friend. Slowly, she began to change. She still kept the same complexion but was crumbling apart slowly. She schemed in her head about everything she could do to her boyfriend and the girl he wanted. She invited the both of them to go sight-seeing by a cliff one day. When Jessie had got the girl alone, she had beat the girl bloody and probably broke a few bones. She took pictures and even some videos of the whole thing. By the end, she was disfigured and was dragged back to the car. She was driven by her hatred to do this. The boy was so shocked, he slapped her. That completely set her off. She remembered screaming that if she couldn't have him, nobody can. Well, that's basically all. Everything became blurry and the next thing she saw was him broken on the ground. She dumped the two of them off the cliff and drove back to the school.
It wasn't a good idea at the time to do that since she was covered with blood. Everyone asked lil Miss Popular what had happened but she didn't care. She only had one thing on her mind. The close friends of the two murdered saw her come in and immediately asked what happened. She took out her knife and managed to kill everyone in the room except a small boy who had escaped. The authorities were brought in but no one could find her. She sat by the cliff about to jump off when someone approached her and made her a deal...
Appearance: Don't judge people for what's on the outside...
N.B The one below is ONE profile. Quote: Gaianame: kittengrl39
Name: Matthias Fisher/Shadow
Age: 15/19
Gender: Male/Male
Sexual Preference: Homosexual/Bi shading towards straight
Personality: Matthias is a young, innocent guy who likes nachos and video games. He’s slightly ADHD and bounces around a lot (which keeps him thin as a rake). Given the chance, however, he can be very serious and noble. He will not back down from what he believes in./Shadow is a sadistic guy who has deep and shady connections to the underworld. If you had to describe him in a single word, it would be “Malevolent”. He’s perfectly capable of getting close to someone and staying by their side for months, then killing them because they ordered the wrong toppings on his pizza. He loves to mess with people’s heads. Sometimes before they’re chopped off.
Ability: Matthias can control bones. He doesn’t know of this ability yet, nor how far it extends, but it is very much present./Shadow can control blood, to the extent that he can persuade it to leave the human body and form shapes that he chooses. (No, he is not a vampire.) His favorite trick is to make victims sign contracts in their own blood. That, or use it to write their names on the wall of the alley in which he leaves their broken, mangled bodies.
Devilish Moments: According to Matthias, he lived in Georgia until he was seven, when he lost his family in a hurricane. A couple from Maine adopted him and he’s lived there happily ever since.
…Until about two weeks ago. When he woke up with blood on his hands and in strange clothes, in a cheap hotel room that he happened to be sharing with a dead body.
Matthias is understandably quite freaked out by this turn of events and is trying to figure out what he’s doing here. Being constantly in contact with Shadow isn’t helping. Being shoved to the back of their shared mind is helping even less.
According to Shadow, asking about his early past will only result in another homicide charge. Asking about his criminal history gets you better results. Shadow started out with small-time drug peddling at around 13, moved up to armed robbery and violence at 14, killed a man for the first time at 15, and pretty much ruled the underworld at 17. He made a name for himself with his cruelty and ruthlessness.
Three months ago, he inexplicably disappeared. He then reappeared two weeks ago and has spent his time proving to his colleagues that he hasn’t lost his touch.
Shadow is alternately amused and annoyed at having to share his body with a naïve teenager. He likes to ‘get back’ at Matthias by having him wake up to various awkward or horrific scenes.
Currently, it is impossible to tell which of the two originally inhabited their shared body. Matthias believes that Shadow is the intruder, having possessed him with some form of dark magic. The fact that Shadow’s colleagues recognize him is a fact he tries desperately to ignore. Shadow maintains that Matthias is some ridiculous alternate personality, born during an unspecified event two weeks ago. But Shadow’s unwillingness to talk about the event points to some things he’d rather keep hidden about himself.
Appearance: Matthias and Shadow share the same body. Some things are held constant between them – dark skin, black hair, green eyes, a lean form. However, their images of themselves are very different. Matthias believes himself a young teen, at the long-limbed awkward stage. He is black and has shoulder-length dreadlocks. He wears thin, rectangular glasses, and always has a smile on his face. He usually wears various gaming t-shirts and cargo pants./Shadow believes himself to be physically entering adulthood, a form that someone who didn’t mind losing their kidneys would call a ‘young man’. His features and skin color are a mix of black and Hispanic. His hair, uncut, is silky and falls to his upper back. He also smiles most of the time, although his is significantly more terrifying. Shadow wears a long black coat and the kind of clothes that don’t show blood.
Neither of them has looked in a mirror for a long time.
Shtona Gaianame: Shtona
Name:Shtona Gon
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Sexual Preference:Heterosexual
Personality:He's a quick thinker, always processing information underneath. On the surface he's slow to act in most cases and moves with very fluid motions, almost dance-like. He's never been very aggressive toward other people. Actually, it was hard for him to even hold a grudge for very long.
Ability:'The Great Mediator' He has an uncanny ability to bring two others to more peaceful solutions.
The Sad Story of My Life: He wasn't born in New York. California actually. And that life he didn't remember much of. His family moved a lot because of money problems, and three years after he was born they crossed the country to start fresh on the other coast. New York City. The gateway to the land of oppurtunity. What a load of s**t.
New York was a mistake and his parents couldn't make it in the Big Apple, so they left him at his uncle's apartment one day, saying they'd be back for him when they could. His aunt and uncle raised him as best they could, keeping him in public schools where he picked up his first saxophone. He was good at it, like he was with almost everything, and his new parents were glad that he'd found a hobby they could enjoy too. They had a vast collection of jazz cd's and even a few old records, so as he got better over the years, they let him listen to their music.
One day, walking home from school, a older guy stopped him on a street not too far from his building. The stranger pulled out a knife and asked for his money and bag, and "...whatever's in that case you got." Shtona just started talking. Softly and carefully, trying to talk the man down. He didn't know why or how, but the man actually did put the knife away. Even thanked the kid for his advice in life before walking off. He was stunned...
Now, thirteen years after he was abandoned at his aunt and uncle's apartment, he doubted if his parents were ever coming back for him. For some reason he was fine with that though. Leaving him behind had made it easier for them, and he loved his family now anyway.
Appearance: He's 5'11" with short blonde hair and hazel eyes that subtley change color daily. He's a medium build, skinny but muscular. He's also been told he's good looking, but doesn't quite believe it himself.
Kashikoi_Ichi Gaianame:Kashikoi_Ichi
Name: Aero Shimoto (Pronounced Arrow)
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Sexual Preference: Heterosexual
Personality: A little on the hyper side, Aero has a very large amount of curosity and is very easily distracted, sometimes to the point of being ADD. She is a somewhat out spoken person, not realizing that the words she speaks sometimes hurt the people she talks to. She can't stand people that break down at the smallest sign of conflict, or the ones that start to cry for no reason. Aero doesn't know how to fight or defend herself, so on the off chance that she happends to get into trouble, she is very likely to pick the flight instinct instead of fight. That is prehaps the only thing she doesn't like about herself and is trying to find someone to teach her how to fight. She loves to laugh and dance/play in the rain, though she hates thunder. One of the few things she's scared of.
Ability: Empathetic, to the point that she can take an actual bodily wound and unwittingly place it upon herself. Same goes for mental or emotional problems. However, she doesn't realize that's what she's doing, she merely thinks she's good at helping a person feel better. She has no idea. Also, she has yet to realize that when she gets small scrapes and cuts, she is taking on the wounds of those around her, even if they arn't physcially there on the persons body.
The Sad Story of My Life: Orhpaned when she was born, she spent a good half of her early life in numerous foster homes. Aero resented her biological mother for giving her up at first, but as she grew older, she realized how hard it would have been for her mother to care for her as a teenager and quickly forgave her.
Aero was lucky in finding a foster home that she actually liked when she was twelve, so she was able to stop bouncing around. Although her foster parents weren't exactly the richest people, nor the most intelligent, they were by far the nicest and most sincere she had met since she was old enough to know what those words meant. The own a small cafe that she helps out at, called Cafe Norea (Nor-ray). It's a fairly popular place, though not so much so that they could afford to higher more than a few people, hence her helping out. She enjoys haning out there and sometimes, if your lucky, you'll catch her singing, just to please her parents. She eventually took a liking to writing, especially to writing lyrics and music for songs. She has become rather skilled at it, unknowingly using her ability when she sings.
As she grew older, she found that she really liked going to school, so much so that she was able to graduate a semester before the rest of her high school class. A lot of the kids from her school resent her for that, but she doesn't really mind, seeing as she wasn't close to any of them anyway. She never really bothered trying to get close to them, seeing as they always shied away from her. It was Aero's opinion that if someone wanted to be friends with her badly enough, they would come and talk to her. As it was, she only ended up with a few closer friends, but again, she was fine with that.
The first time she realized that she was good at helping others was when she was faced with a pregnant girl from the school. The girls boyfriend had just broken up with her, even though he knew she was already 5 months pregnant. She was standing on the roof of the school building, where Aero usually came during lunch, just a few inches away from the edge. Aero hesitantly took a few steps closer, before logic broke through and she calmly began to speak. It took her twenty minutes before the girl calmed down, another ten before she smiled slightly, and another five before she stepped away from the edge. It wasn't so much that Aero had convinced her to step down as that she had taken away the girls pain.
Since then, whenever she gets the chance to help someone, she doesn't hesitate to do so, even if she finds that person vastly annoying.
Appearance: Let Me Take Away Your Pain - Despite the fact that she's got a somewhat innocent look, she is not what she appears.
Lumarinam Gaianame: Lumarinam
Name: Chase Remmington
Age: 16
Gender: male
Sexual Preference: bisexual
Personality: Chase is a sweetheart. He'll hold the door open for you when your hands are full, and tip the waitress a bit more than normal if she seems to be having a bad day. He goes out of his way to make people happy. Ask him for something, and if you don't plan on using it for selfish or harmful reasons, he'll do his best to give it to you. He's usually full of smiles and wears his heart on his sleeve.
Ability:He can see he good and bad intentions in people. There is no color code to it though, it's just a flicker containing a change of color. His ability often confuses him, because what most people would consider normal or a part of life; like cheating in a relationship, or doing a few drugs, he quickly forms an opinion against. He hates it because his morals are always straight and to the point, even when he doesn't want them to be. He has that gift of knowing what's right and wrong, even though he hates it he can't help it, it's the way he is, but he tries to fight it anyway.
The Sad Story of My Life: Chase lives alone in a small apartment paid for by a late uncles inheritance. He is the last living member uf his family, but doesn't remember much about them. All he knows is that someone with a terrible intention came into his house one night and he was alone from that day on. He has a few friends, and he loves to chat. Though often when he's talking to someone new, his eyes will change color. From his usual aqua to blue, or even more noticable colors like brown and black. His usual excuse is the lighting of the room, or he was tearing up, those darned allergies. Most of his friends are lighthearted and haveood intentions, and he does his best to keep them away from people with bad ones. As for relationships, Chase has been in a few; mostly boys and a couple of girls. Usually his romantic intrest gets creeped out with his eyes and the way he seemed to warn them of doing something, when they hadn't voiced their opinions yet. Some of the people he dated just couldn't see them together; Chase was often too nice, or too "good" for their tatses when they wanted a boyfriend more on the "wild" side of life.
Appearance: (No picture yet, I'm currently drawing him, I'm sorry for the inconveniance) Chase is a medium heighted teenager. He's about 5'6. He is a bit skinny for his age, but doesn't look bad. He has brown hair with a few blond highlights and aqua eyes. His hair is a bit past neck length in the back, and covers his forehead without getting in his eyes. Usually Chase wears dark colored jeans and is pretty spontanious when it comes to clothing. He doesn't wear any extremely bright colors though. He can go from a couple of layered teeshirts to a sweatshirt to one of his two jackets in a week. His skin isn't pale, but he isn't someone you'd consider tanned. LunaZol Gaianame LunaZol
Name: Zara Kalapini
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Sexual Preference: Bisexual leaning toward Heterosexual
Personality: Zara is sweet and bubbly; it takes a lot to get her down, and she is in the habit of trying to build other people up whenever possible. She is also impulsive and impatient, with a relatively short attention span and little tolerance for frustration. Having been spoiled and sheltered all her life she has developed a dislike for condescension and attempts to protect her, and craves new and exciting experiences, but has little actual experience with coping without the protection she hates. She is very curious in general, but especially about the unexplained disappearance of her sister.
Ability: She can catch glimpses of the possible futures of others.
The Sad Story of My Life: Ever since she could clearly remember, Zara has always had everything she could ever think to wish for. All her life she's been universally adored; she has loving, attentive parents and legions of appreciative friends. In spite of this, there has always been something slightly wrong with her life, a slight film of sourceless uneasy covering her perfect existence, though just what was wrong was hard to define.
Perhaps it was because her older sister disappeared without a trace when she was six, but Zara couldn't really remember that; in fact, when she forced herself to consider it, which was for some reason difficult, she couldn't grasp a single clear memory of Lailia. Or maybe it was her ability, the frightening gift she discovered at the age of six when another little girl passed her a block. Zara had seen the other child dead, pale and staring in a swimming pool, still in her clothes, her hair undulating about her still face, but the next moment everything had been alright again. She'd forgotten about it completely, but the next day the girl hadn't been in class; the teacher said she'd gone up to heaven. Zara had avoided touching anyone for the next week, afraid that she would cause their deaths, too.
But sometimes, in her rare quiet moments, Zara doubts whether either of these were the direct cause of her unexplainable unease. The best way she can explain it was that she feels as though she should not exist, or like she is existing on borrowed time. Like a ghost.
Appearance: Bright and changeable as the day Aidriuos Knightly Gaianame: Aidriuos Knightly
Name:Aidrious Knightly (the o and u are switched)
Age: 17
Gender: female
Sexual Preference: bisexual
Personality: She is sensitive and very artistic. She draws what she feels and sings what's in her heart.
Ability: She can lull people (evil or good) into sleep with her lullaby
The Sad Story of My Life: I woke up one morning, probably around the age of three, with a strange feeling in my heart. I opened my curtain windows and looked down the street. A black aura was emitting from a teenager walking by. I gasped then, because I did not understand exactly what it was I was seeing. I closed the curtain and realized that I was seeing evil. My mind could not understand this thought completely, so my hand picked up a pencil and drew the face of that evil.
Everytime I see a dark aura around another teenager or a white one (which I was able to see at the age of 6) I pick up a pen and paper and draw the face.
I have also developed this song over the years....a peculiar song...but in my heart I know it's my only defense against the black aura'd creatures disguising themselves as humans. It's a soft song....like..a lullaby...zzzz
Appearance: Me!
When it's all I've got...
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Posted: Fri Feb 08, 2008 10:41 am
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Posted: Fri Feb 08, 2008 1:43 pm
Laila stretched herself across the park bench she had found herself on. As she sprawled across it she gazed out at the world who walked past - true with the occassional angry glare as they had clearly planned to sit on the bench themselfves, but she merely smirked as they passed by.
It had been a long time since she had made a bargain with her soul, and whilt many may have looked back on the occasion with sadness, but she had felt... Refreshed. Suddenly the world seemed clearer and sharper. With a much clearer goal. Get the Good in the World destroyed, break them and crush them. She wasn't allowed to fall in love, but that was easy. There was no room in her heart for love any more. The world was a false, disgusting lie. And that was the only truth. And it seemed that it was only clear to her.
Laila had been searching for someone good for such a long time now, but it was easier than first met the eye. They all seemed normal, or were doing a very good job of camoflauging themselves. It seemed ridiculous to her that after all this time she was nowhere, and she had gained so little. Where had she got with her life? Nowhere.
And that was the only truth.
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Posted: Fri Feb 08, 2008 5:06 pm
The kid was a little brainiac. The boy reported a few things here and there to get the attention of a few local papers, though in New York City local papers still meant limelight and big checks as far as a 17 year old was concerned. His parents were proud of him, as he made his way out to the local newspaper he would be starting a second job at. He quit the school paper, having destroyed those he disliked there anyway.
The real paper also had a little more incentive. He had made a bargain that morning, the first in a year or two, to corrupt a couple kids his age. It would be easy enough to discredit and destroy them through the paper he now worked at, making sure they were simply caught in the wrong place at the wrong time and spinning the tale to his needs. But there was another idea crossing his mind; he could blackmail them into doing as he pleased.
The park was on his way, and he thought he had found so many excellent leads in the past in that location, that once more he would travel through the park. It was looking to be a beautiful and marvelous day.
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2008 9:30 am
Madison awoke with a start, pale blue eyes still haunting her memory. She couldn't remember anything, but those sinister eyes had watched her throughout her entire dream. Sitting up, she found herself laying next to a tree with people looking at her with sympathy as they walked past. She glanced around, wondering how she had gotten here. "Excuse me." she called to a buisness man that had been walking by. He stopped, plainly annoyed at being delayed. "Do you know where I am?" she asked, confusion coloring her features. He gave her a sympathetic look before saying "Central Park." and walking off.
Central Park, she wondered, searching her memory for where that might be. She came up blank however, and decided to look around. There was a road a little ways through the trees on the right, and she saw huge buildings towering above her. One building caught her attention, and she sighed softly. "New York." she read, standing up. Guess I better figure out why I'm here, seeing as how I don't know, she thought with a bit of anguish. She set off walking towards the street, hoping she could discover something about herself.
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2008 11:20 am
So many people - so many pasts. Laila narrowed her eyes at the many crowds. A few teenagers, but ones wearing brightly patterned clothes and hats, with guidebooks in a variety of languages. She hardly gave the tourists a second glance, she was conceited enough to believe that anyone worth noticing were people who were New Yorkers themselves. And with every person there were memories, memories which she occassionally caught onto, but she wasn't particular intersted in. Even as she lay on the bench a past of an adult who was left at the altar flashed inside her inner eye. Laila snorted loudly, as if she cared about this persons past - as if it meant anything.
Then a girl caught her eye - she she was heading out towards the street, half in a dream if looks were anything to go by. This girl looked dazed and confused, and if she wasn't careful would quite easily walk in front of a car without realising. Laila's eyes narrowed as she tried to focus on the girl and some story of her life.
But the most peculiar thing happenned. It was like trying to make out a picture through fog. The past was there, obviously, but something was covering it up like a sheet. Protecting it. Or hiding it. And this had never happened before. Even people with amnesia had clear pasts, laid out like a book. So Laila stood up to follow.
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Posted: Tue Feb 12, 2008 9:53 am
Jessica's pale blue eyes fluttered open at the sound of laughter. Where was she? She saw a bunch of people crowded around her all maybe a bit older than her. 18, 19. She decided. What are they looking at? Slowly, she sat up and shook her head. She had a killer headache. The people around her laughed and one even bent down to face her directly.
"What's a young girl doing sleepin' ere?"
He had a deep voice and his breath smelled like liquor. With a laugh, he grabbed a fistful of her long blond hair and crushed his lips to hers. The other guys hooted but she hardly heard. She turned away and tried to push him off.
"Now, that's not nice."
Another voice sounded from behind her. She felt hands coming from around her trying to keep her still. It was no use to try and shake them off so as soon as she had a breath, she screamed.
((I'm guessing that shes in a darker part of Central Park? ))
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Posted: Tue Feb 12, 2008 11:05 am
The sound of distant and terrified screaming reached Laila's ears and she instantly made a choice on what action was more important to take. Following the confused girl, or helping (shortly followed by finding a way to kill) the second girl.
She started to run towards the source of the noise, which wasn't easy as it had been a very distant sound, but as she heard the next scream she pinpointed it and kept running. When she broke into where the noise had came from a very unsuprising sight met her eye. Several teenage males were surrounding a girl who was laying on the ground. Laila assumed she was the source of the noise.
"What the hell do you think you're doing to her?" She said as a way of introduction.
"Why, what would you do about it? You're just a girl." a particularly upleasant looking one replied back, she raised an eyebrow as if to say, you'll see
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Posted: Tue Feb 12, 2008 11:50 am
Jessica turned her head to one side to see what had happened to temporarily distract their attention. It didn't last for too long though. She tried to move away from their grips. Didn't work out so well. Well, she almost got free except she tripped over someone's foot and fell, only to be caught and pinned down by someone else.
"Get out of here! You might get hurt."
She told the girl that seemed to appear out of nowhere. Now, what she meant was, "I wanted some fun." She was curious about this girl. Why was she trying to help? Most people would have just ran away. No matter, more fun for me. She struggled against them weakly and put on her best and most convincing helpless look.
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