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As promised... but, again, my color tags have gone wonky, go fig.

Name: Theodore "Wedge" Larson
Species: Human
Personality Type: A serious dork... can be a bit of a dip at times but is actually kinda cool
Age: 20
Height: 5'3
Hair: Black, shoulder-length
Eyes: Green
Skin: Caucasian, pale
Fighting Abilites/Abnormalities: Knows basically every little piece of nerd trivia there is
Weaknesses: Tends to get nervous in social situations around new people who scare him
Motivations: To graduate (already held back 5 years, still a freshman)
History: Friends with Vic Biggs for nearly his whole life, Wedge has always been a little weird. His favorite habits involve quoting Star Wars and he tends to confuse people or turn them off with his behavior, despite being a perfectly normal (and manically depressed) guy beneath it all. His primary interests are wrestling, video games, B movies, Sci-Fi and Asian Trading Card games. His Uncle Owen owns a Shirt Shop in downtown Ramston, by the beach.
Clothes: A green baseball cap worn backwards with a yellow "atomic" symbol over the strap, varying t-shirts with some wise-a** phrase on them (such as "My Mog Can Beat Up Your Mog" or "Buy American" with a small subtitle that says "Hecho en Mexico", he tends to wear a large amount of shirts at the same time, giving the illusion of him being fat... he's actually quite fit with broad arms, wide legs, large hands and oversized feet), blue shorts, a Nintendo DS case worn on a belt like a gun holster (he actually practices his quick draw with this), large green sneakers, a silver Sci-Fi communicator-esque watch
Notes: Though sometimes a goofball, Wedge does actually have ONE redeeming quality in the way of abnormalities: he can create a more powerful, virtual-looking version of himself using his mind. This virtua-Wedge is controlled by way of his Nintendo DS.

Name: Victor "Vic" Biggs
Species: Human
Personality Type: All-American boy, pretty much what you'd expect, kinda old-fashioned
Age: 18
Height: 5'7
Hair: Blonde
Eyes: Grey
Skin: Caucasian
Fighting Abilites/Abnormalities: Behaves like a bad extra on "Leave it to Beaver"
Weaknesses: His peer-proclaimed "perfection"
Motivations: Regain the respect of his hometown, his family, and his girl
History: Born in the town of Simpleton, Missouri, Biggs grew up to be the all-American kid. Football player, stright As, always willing to stand up for the little man, you know the kind. But one day, he was kicked out of Simpleton High for getting in a fight with Mayor Iwerks' son, Bradley, who beat Biggs' girlfriend, Betty.
Clothes: A white Ramston Athletic Dept. sweatshirt, black jeans, white-and-black sneakers
Notes:
-Plays first string for the Ramston High Football Team

-Simpleton is actually a town eternally trapped in the Atomic Era, complete with greyscale. Bringing technology into this town will downgrade it to its 1950s counterpart until brought back past city limits. For instance, bringing an MP3 player into this town would likely cause it to degenerate into a record player, as with the music on it. Likewise with clothes...

Conall craved for more of her, but he had questions to answer.
-"I forgive because that's who I am. If you have a problem and can bear your burden to me, I can find it in me to forgive what someone has done. Besides, my mother did worse to me than you did and the last words she told me was how much she loved me. If my mother could have loved me after what she did when I was a baby, I know you're at least capable of having a heart. What you did was what I view as a love mark. Besides, I love my girls feisty and fiery."

Conall stuck his hand through the fire, amused. He felt the flames licking his hand, but didn't feel any burning. When he pulled his hand out of the fire, he examined it, even more amused that he didn't have any burns.
-"Hey, do you like wolves?"
Conall's eyes flashed yellow, and Conall's canines became more prominent.

Conall shifted into a wolf and jumped onto Amara's bed. Conall laid down next to Amara and rested his head on her stomach. Conall was quiet for a moment until a guy opened the door. Conall instantly stood up and growled. The man stood horrified until Conall leaped at him. The guy ran out screaming and Conall closed the door with his nose. Conall sat by Amara again and again rested his head on her stomach.

Conall shifted back into a human, his head still on Amara's stomach and his legs going up the wall. Conall grabbed Amara's hand and smiled.
-"You're beautiful, you know that?"

Conall smiled wider and flipped onto his stomach and crawled up to Amara. With a single finger, he turned Amara's head to face his own. He looked into Amara's eyes and smiled. Conall ran his fingers through her hair.
-"You know, you're really cute when you blush like that..."
Conall leaned in and kissed Amara again.

Conall lost himself in the kiss, and again fully embraced Amara. His stomach seemed to be made of butterflies as Conall kissed Amara. Days, months, years, eternity seemed to go by, and yet Conall didn't care.

Conall whimpered when the broke kiss. He wanted more. Conall panted as well, and looked back into Amara's eyes. Conall stared at her beauty for a few moments then moved in to kiss her again.