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 Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 12:04 am
Index
Kira Pierce
Kyouichi Ishikawa
Vryeanna Elidin
Rebecca Claire Richards
Miles Roarke
Robin Fletcher
Jarren Raevouri
Rāyen Avitarias
Lunestia Avitarias
Nicholas Buntham
Karen Katsuya
Please don't copy my post/profile styles. :<
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 12:44 am
 "A-all of my nightmares... they're coming true..." Call me Kira Pierce Pet name? I'M NOT A PET Call her Kitty and you're dead How long's it been? Nineteen When did it start? October 13th Happily Female Content with the norm StraightWhat am I..? Human possessed by a panther demon/spirit Don't judge by the cover Kira is thin and slender, almost frail looking, very pale, and comes just to 5'5" in height, but she still keeps enough curve to obviously be female. She has deep, bright blue eyes and her hair is pure black, goes just past her shoulders, and is never straight. Instead, it's naturally wavy, the ends curling slightly. She keeps it in a ponytail almost constantly, tied with a simple hair rubber band thing of varying colors. Even in the ponytail, it's very wavy. Small bits always fall out, and these she tucks behind her ears.
She tends to wear t-shirts or tank tops, usually with a black zip up hoodie over top of it. But recently she's been coming out of her shell a little bit more, starting to wear slightly more snug fitting clothing. She likes jeans and cargo pants still, or capris. She'll still almost always be found with headphones over her ears and she always has on her black converse and silver heart shaped locket. Win me over? Kira is overall a relatively good natured person, though can be extremely stubborn. She has a strong personal sense of what is right and wrong, and won't hesitate to confront someone who breaks the rules she's established to define the two. She has a temper and will turn violent, so if you manage to get under her skin enough, she will throw a pretty powerful punch. She doesn't mess around if you work her up. She's usually pretty good natured, but is still somewhat easy to irritate. She is also very protective of those she cares about. If they betray her, she takes it very hard and definitely holds long grudges. If someone happens to catch her attention, and she finds them interesting and worth hanging around, she may warm up to them more quickly than normal. Though, in the end she does just want to meet people, without having to worry about them fearing her. I know no one's perfect... She's stubborn and quick to argue, which can often lead to conflicts that could have otherwise been avoided. She also cannot control her power. She's extremely paranoid about being discovered and taken in by some agency for experimentation, so that hinders her social abilities. Also, if she grows too angry or stressed, she may transform, and if she shifts while in a state of panic, it grows more likely that she won't have control of the panther form. I can't just stand by! Good The means to the end Her mother died when she was seven, and she hasn't entirely gotten over it, even though twelve years have passed. Though, she tells everyone who asks that she's fine and gives no public sign that it still bothers her, if she can help it. She does wear a silver locket with her mother's picture in it, never taking it off. Currently, she lives with her father and older brother.
However, all three of them share a huge secret. The day Kira's mother died, something happened to Kira. She shifted, taking the form of a large black panther. Confused and panicking, she lost control to the animal's instincts and attacked several people. She doesn't know how many, or what happened, because later she woke up in the woods, naked, and covered in blood. It was dark, so she managed to make it back home without being caught, but the next day reports appeared on the news about some animal attack, and the little seven year old was terrified. Her brother and father helped her through it though, and for the most part, she can control her transformations, except in times of high emotion. Then ears and a tail will sprout, and eventually she could be pushed over the edge into full transformation.I have the ability to defend Claws and fangs, when they chose to cooperate Things of importance The silver locket containing her mother's picture, headphones and an mp3 player, and other various items (most of which are currently not with her).Wanna test your luck? Due to the animal spirit possessing her, her strength is more than that of a normal human girl's. She also can transform into an enormous black panther, its eyes staying as her blue color even after shifting. Even without transforming, she can gain claws and fangs to defend herself. Also, when her body transforms, the size changes and her clothes tear away. So, when she turns back into a human, she'll be lacking clothing. Because it is a spirit possessing her, she is able to see ghosts and at the very least, hear what they're saying. Touching is random, whether she can or not. I know a few tricks She's a pretty good cook, since she had to take over for her mom, taking turns with her family, but if dad was too tired from work, she'd cook on his turn as well. She's also in shape, for.. various reasons. Warning Label Red Get me more! Cats, fuzzy blankets, catnaps, solitude, musicN-no, take it away! Rain, water, dogs, hospitals, small spaces, nightmares, bloodYou're not afraid of me..? None so far I swear I'll rip out your throat! None. Lucky you~ You're.. pretty cool NoneDrown it all out Monster - Skillet
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2010 10:38 pm
"Hey man, I did my time." Check those medical records Kyouichi Ishikawa Hey! Don't act so friendly, you a**! Kyou The years just fly by in your white padded cell~ Twenty-One I bet it was raining August 5th Wanna check...? Male Straight
As normal as they come, heh
Human(?)
You know I'm hot s**t, don't deny it
He's a rather lanky looking guy with his long arms, lightly tanned skin skin, and lightly muscled body that comes to 6'7" in total. His hair is long, scruffy, and black and his eyes are a reddish brown. He wears black, things with buckles and chains most often. They remind him of.. old times. He also wears boots or nothing when it comes to his feet.
Warning, subject is considered dangerous
by Mestav
Heh, wanna play...?
He's got a foul tongue and a harsh voice. He likes to joke around in less than normal ways, he's cocky and doesn't take much of anything seriously, and he is quick to jump to violence and shouting. Sometimes he'll be set off by something and just snap into a punch or a kick, or even the urge to shoot something or someone. You have to be careful around him. He's known to be unstable.
Tch, shut up
He's overly violent and a cocky b*****d who believes himself to be awesome and invincible. He also has a voice in his head that talks to him, guiding him down the more destructive path of life. However, he does have a soft spot, toward a particular type of person. You just have to figure it out, and then he might become more easily dealt with.
Depends on what mood you catch me in...
Evil(ish) = w=;
Come one, come all, to the story of my life!
He was born into an average family, raised normally, with his mother, father, and younger sister. They all got a long fairly well. However, Kyou had always been a bit of a trouble maker. He often got detention in school, despite his good grades, and sometimes would let them slip just for the hell of it. He didn't give a damn, frankly, and he let it show every chance he got. He started hanging around bad areas of town, even though his house was in a rather upper class place. His relationship with his parents quickly became strained. So all in all, it wasn't much of a surprise what happened.
He was out one night, when he heard gunshots. Instead of going away, he followed the advice of the rapidly growing voice in his head and went towards the sound. He came upon a drug deal gone bad, with one guy standing over another who was taking his last breaths. He crept up silently, picking up the gun of the deceased, which had slid away. He inspected it, smirking to himself, and when the drug dealer noticed him, the dealer shot instantly. But Kyou just stood there, glanced down at the blood pouring from his chest, and shot the guy right back, hitting him in the forehead. Needless to say, the drug dealer died. But when the body hit the ground, he shot him again, then again, and again, over and over until he was out of bullets. By this time he'd also begun a rather frightening bout of laughter. He went to trial and was determined clinically insane.
This was all at age sixteen. He was sent to a mental asylum for teenagers, and later moved to a higher security one after attacking a doctor and shoving medication down his throat screaming, "You always tell us how good it is! Try it! Try it!" He remained there for five years, the last three of which he showed no sign of disobedience during. Why the sudden change of heart? The letters had stopped. One person, throughout it all, had continued sending him letters. Minako, his little sister. They came almost every day at first. Then once a week, once a month, and finally they stopped altogether. Kyou's desire to find out why led him into calming and created a shift to slight obedience. So judging by those last three years, they determined him fit to reenter society, with some restrictions. And so, he was released.
The first thing he did was go visit his home. He found it empty, run down, and evacuated. By asking neighbors, he was able to gather why the letters had stopped coming. His sister had died. More precisely, she'd committed suicide. Their parents had always pushed her to do better in school because of Kyou's effortless high grades. He'd protected her and helped her cope, but with his absence she had become a sole target, and tempers increased by their son's insanity were let out on her until she couldn't take it. Homeless and enraged once more, Kyouichi threatened to fall back to hold habits, but then life took another twist entirely...
Kid, I'll mess you up
A silver gun
Keep your hands off my s**t!
Uh.. nothing really.
Holy s**t man, you really don't wanna mess with me
He has regeneration powers. The only way to really kill him is to cut off his head. Otherwise he'll heal up and limbs will grow back, the quickness depending upon the intensity of the injury. I cut heals much quicker than a stab to the heart. He also has the ability to manipulate metal. This includes guiding the path of his bullets, effectively helping him cheat with his accuracy.
I'll beat you in anything you throw at me
He's always been school-smart, able to sleep through class, take a test, and get perfect scores. He's also fairly strong, spending what time he didn't waste napping by training with the weights he'd been allowed, after much persuasion.
Told you I'd mess ya up
Red
Bring me more, now
Physical conflict, the look on people's faces when he heals
Get the ******** away!
Bothersome, prying people, school, adults, cops, bright lights
Friends are for the weak. I don't need 'em
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Oh man, you don't know who you've put yourself up against
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What a waste of time
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Really gets the blood pumping
Papercut - Linkin Park
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 8:12 pm
"Sacrifice is not made for the purpose of praise." I am called Vyreanna Elidin Though I suppose it's a bit long Vyr I've lived for a while 19 (in appearance) The day it began January 14th I'm sure you can tell Female There are other choices..? StraightI am as I appear.. almost ElfDo you approve? She's somewhat tall, standing at 5'9", with a slender body type and the graceful form expected of an elf, but with a slightly larger chest(lol). Her hair is straight and blonde, reaching and slightly passing her waist. Often little parts are done in braids like a circlet from the front, and meet each other in the back to turn two braids into one. She is somewhat pale, and her once blue eyes are now a deep red. She tends to wear a mix of flowing and snug clothing, the loose part held by belts and straps. She wears a glove on her shooting hand, the right, and has a tattoo on her left back, near her shoulder blade but a bit higher. This tattoo is of high significance. She prefers to never wear shoes. Oh, you need a photo? Vyreanna Do not blame me for his influence Vyreanna is... a bit two-faced. She can be sweet and kind, as her old life entailed. She enjoys meeting new people and spending time with others. She's rather elegant in her movements, often calm and hard to work up. Then, she can suddenly switch, particularly in fights when such things are necessary and attempts at peace are unable to be met. Suddenly she's all tactic and no talk. All serious and no play. She will work at ridding herself and those around of the threat without stop, until either it has been destroyed or she has become unable to continue. But as soon as the threat has passed or the job is done, it's all better again and she's as calm as before, even if she is at that point covered in blood. I'll admit I have a few.. issues She's two-faced, and such a thing can frighten people, to see her smiling one second and mercilessly killing the next. She has learned to kill, but it leaves her with heavy, plaguing feelings of guilt that sometimes hinder her ability to function later on. She used to try to lament and repent in churches, but simply entering would sting her skin. I suppose it depends, somewhat Neutral You wish to hear my tale? Elves tend to live in the forest. Vyr's home was no different. Nestled deep within the trees, they though they were safe from the intervention of humans. However, that was no the case. After ages and generations of families living in that very spot, invaders started approaching, creeping closer and closer to their home. They were a particularly peaceful group, and docile as well. None were willing to approach and even less to fight. So, one girl decided to take matters into her own hands. She was driven mostly by the thought of her own much younger siblings, a brother and a sister, and the kids who always swarmed her home to play with them. So, she set off to find a way to turn off the humans.
The deal: In a village where weapons were scarce, it was difficult, but she finally found a method in an old, worn tomb hidden away with the old records. This book contained a certain little spell in an old forbidden tongue. However, surrounded by the resources needed to translate it, Vyr did just that, and soon she found herself staring down a rather beautiful man who practically oozed with evil intent. He seemed to have sprung from the book itself, as he sat right there upon the table before her, smirking broadly. "To you who has summoned me..." His voice had spoken in a chill-inspiring hiss. "I offer this deal; I will grant you the power to win your desires. But be warned... The day they reach their peak is the day you will be mine." Things after happened fairly fast. Vyr hesitated, pondering her options for barely a minute, before nodding her head. As soon as she agreed, the dark haired, ruby eyed man surged forward. His body passed through hers, and she let out a scream, piercing through the door. She felt like she was on fire, surging through her and burning her skin. She stumbled from the building and collapsed outside, where a crowd instantly gathered around her. She couldn't move at first. The pain was overwhelming, and she almost drifted out of consciousness a few times. But finally, it began to cool, and her head lifted to reveal blue eyes turned bright red. People sprang away, avoiding her gaze and revoking any offered help.
The deed: After that, Vyr made short work of scaring away the humans. She harmed no one, but instead chose to lurk about, tossing around her new found skills. One was bombs. She could create little fireballs that simply exploded at will. She'd plant them in machinery and blow them up at the most inopportune times for the workers as they tore down the trees. It didn't take long for them to flee, with worries and whispered fears of ghosts.
The exile: Many beings are opposed to change. Vyr's home was full of people who shared this. She had become different, tainted. A tattoo had appeared and her eyes had turned red. She had done it to save the rest, to keep them in place and from having to turn and seek a new home. It had been a selfless act at the cost of her own life. But, that didn't matter. She was different, dangerous, a threat, and she had to be disposed of. With a peaceful group like them, the only option was banishment, and so Vyr was sent away from her home, never to return. I'm not as helpless as I may appear She carries nothing with her, but due to her power over flame, she can shape a bow of fire, with arrows to match, eliminating the need to actually carry the supplies. Bombs are the same, summoned on a whim. I have no need for material things Nothing reallyI'd advise you not to test me Basically the same as her weaponry... she can summon bombs, arrows, and a bow with a simple motion of her fingers or thought of her mind, all made of fire so that only she may wield them. If she drops her bow, it disappears, and bombs explode upon her thought's command so that they may not be turned against her, even if someone did manage to pick up the fiery sphere. She also holds a mild healing ability. It's not strong, but it gets the job done given enough time. It activates automatically for her if necessary, and if she tries she can heal others, though it takes much more energy. I'm not useless either Elven things, really. She doesn't have much in common with modern human technology, or much interest, but she is very in tune with nature and its creatures, even if some do tend to avoid her now. She has a knack for reading and learning other languages, which is what got her into her mess in the first place. Please, don't tempt me... Red Oh, how lovely... Nature, outdoors, open air, sunlight, animals, peaceful time aloneIt's so foul... Indoors, small spaces, dirtiness, untidiness, dark creaturesLet us help each other None yet Get out of my sight... None yet Such things are impossible for me Nonetheme -
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 9:13 pm
 "Well, this is new... Time to investigate!" Technically it's... Rebecca Claire Richards But just call me whatever! Becca, Claire, Goggles Still in the teens, baby~ 18 Best day of the year April 1st Can't you tell, silly? Female Don't be greedy now StraightBonefied normal HumanPretty cool, right? She stands at 5'7" with a slim frame that slightly adds to her height in contrast. Her hair is shoulder length, mostly straight, and a reddish brown, her eyes a light, icy blue, and her skin is lightly tanned from playing out in the sun all day. She dresses with her own sense of style, often throwing all sorts of colors together, mismatching this with that and seeing what results from it. She had a tendency to accessorize with random things like scarves, hats, and pointless glasses regardless of the weather. Sometimes she'll dawn a monocle and prance around speaking in a mock British accent. Most of all, she's developed a fondness for goggles. Take a closer look! lol,therearenone Just a bundle of awesome She's super hyperactive almost all the time, unless she has a sugar crash and just flops somewhere and refuses to move. That doesn't happen too often though, but when it does, it can be sudden and without any warning, as if a meter suddenly copped out and gave a signal to drop. She's upbeat but oddly apathetic at times, and will constantly spout off the most off the wall actions and words. If anything serious tries to find her, she avoids it at all costs, as she lives firmly by the motto "all work and no play makes Becca an exhausted lump" and that's definitely not appealing. Overall, she'll vary greatly depending upon her mood. She'll be overly outgoing, almost obnoxiously so at times, and desperate for adventure and exploration. Then if things begin to grow too serious and she doesn't want to accept it, she closes up and cashes out, becoming apathetic despite the situation, and refusing to deal with things. Aww, I'm not flawed... Her so called sugar crashes can pose a problem, because she'll mentally decide that she's useless until produced with soda or candy fuel. In truth, she can easily be called overdramatic, but teleporting does take up energy. Also, her extreme repulsion toward anything serious in nature causes large problems in her ability to talk, accept, and sort things out. Stop it, you jerk! Good Boring... let's move on! Becca's life was fairly normal. No traumatic injuries or foul experiences to speak of. She went to school every day like any other normal student, had a nice grouping of friends, and dragged them off on all sorts of crazy adventures around town. No matter where they went, she'd turn it into something more than it actually was, and in the end that trait either drew people closer or pushed them away. She didn't mind, as it allowed her to pick out 'real' friends and grow fonder of them. Her family life was normal as well, consisting of two parents, an older sister and a baby brother. She tended to spend more time with her father, thus becoming a rather successful daddy's girl, heading off to sports games and hanging out at the batting cage. It'd always been her dad's secret dream to professionally play a sport, but then he'd gotten married and tied down by kids, so he pushed it upon his daughters. The eldest was definitely a girly girl, but the next in line proved a success. Becca happily secured herself a spot upon a couple school sports teams.Why would I need that? No weapons to speak of Aw man, don't take 'em away... The clothing on her back, and a couple hidden pockets with candy stuffed inside.Oh hey, I'm turning out kinda special Teleportation. It's just as it sounds. She can teleport from place to place, mostly shorter distances for now. She also has to either know what the inside of the room she's jumping into looks like, or must have already been inside to ensure that she'll land where she intends. Of course, she can't really do anything to start, as her power was given to her via experimentation, so she has no experience. Handy and willing to help! Being a daddy's girl meant she was the one working on mechanics with her dad when the car broke down, and theirs did fairly often, so she knows her way around an engine. She's also got a powerful baseball swing and soccer kick, and her throwing aim's not bad either. Better watch out! ..nah, I'm bluffin' White Eff yeah! Soda, candy, overwhelming sugar doses, wide open spaces, unknown areas, exploring, adventure, fantasy books...no, just no Sugar crashes, serious situations, sourpusses, negativity'sup BFFFFFF? None yet Back off, jerkface! None yet Oh hey, you're kinda hot aren't ya? None yetPlay that funky music~ -
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Posted: Wed Feb 03, 2010 2:29 pm
"Don't believe everything you read in books." Oh hey there Miles Roarke Don't be so formal! Wolfy Goodbye, teens... Twenty One foggy night, long ago... October 27th Just take a look All male C'mere babe StraightDon't judge Werewolf/LycanthropePretty good, right? He looks like he has a permanent case of bed-head, but only on the right. That side of his light brown hair is perpetually spiked up and unable to be kept down unless thoroughly soaked. As soon as it begins to dry, it springs right back up again. The other side is down, a bit shaggy, with bangs that almost cover his eyes. His eyes are a bright green in color, his skin a light tan. He has a strong build, as he tends to exercise often. He's an outdoorsy type. His height comes to just under six feet tall.
He likes wearing loose clothing that allows for mobility. He also tends to go through shirts pretty quickly... Here, have a picture lolimagefail I bet we'd get along~ He's pleasant, laid back, and easy going. He likes the outdoors, but he doesn't have to constantly be moving. He doesn't mind laying back and taking a comfortable nap in the fresh air. Of course, that isn't to say he opposes exploration. He's usually all for it. Sometimes he'll warm up to females before males, and can turn out a bit flirty if he thinks he may have a chance or finds himself interested in the person in question. Guys are alright if he figures some common interests may be possible, and every now and then he can't keep himself from pulling a harmless little prank. Overall he's fairly outgoing, and loyal to the end once a bond has been made. ...meh Strong aversion to Wolfsbane. The first try made him a wolf. The second would kill him. He also has a habit of trying to best people. He has to be the strongest, or the most good looking, and it's hard for him to accept defeat. Damsel in distress? Where?! Good How'd it all happen again? Miles was normal, but a bit active for his generation, spending all his days outside. He didn't get into sports. At least, not conventional ones. He did the extreme stuff, trying out mountain biking and skateboarding, but the one that really stuck was mountain climbing. He met a group of people with the same intense interest that he held, and they'd often go out to various places, often dangerous, to go climbing. That's there it happened.
On the night of a full moon, they discovered a patch of flowers after climbing up to a ledge to rest. One of the girls, with a love for mythological fiction, identified the plant was Wolfsbane, a method said to turn a human into a werewolf if eaten. After several of the group declined the bet to eat it, Miles called them all sissies, snatched it up and chomped it down. It was gross. At first, nothing happened, and they laughed at the sour face he'd made and continued on with their trip. It wasn't until a while later, while outside on his own, that Miles realized something was different. His nails seemed longer. He'd examined them quietly for a moment, his mind drifting back to the trip from the previous week. So he focused, concentrating... and just like that, he'd shifted. He was a wolf.
There was panic at first, then interest, then excitement. He still had his mind and he'd changed on purpose, not triggered by a full moon. He hadn't been bitten or scratched by anything. He'd just eaten a flower. Of course, when he called up the girl to tell her, she laughed at him and hung up, so he's kept it a secret. At times he would go out at night alone though, just to experience the thrill. He has hunted a few times, catching himself only after he'd sunk his teeth into freshly caught prey. The thrill of the hunt was oddly satisfying...
Waking up in a strange, dirty room was not.Armed and loaded Claws~ Can't forget the gear! Nothing at the momentLooks can be deceiving He has the ability to shift into, well, a werewolf. Or a regular wolf. He's found he has options. First, the normal one, is just a wolf. A normal, brown wolf, the same color as his regular hair, with his same green eyes. His speed increases here, along with senses and other natural wolf.. things.
The second is more dangerous, and puts a larger strain on his body, a little more difficult to control as well. His height increases by a foot or more, passing 7', and his body thickens and increases in muscle mass. Claws and fangs grow out, he gains a tail and wolf ears, and overall looks rather intimidating. Strength and speed greatly increase as well. But wait, there's more! Mountain climbing. He used to do it all the time, so he's got great upper body strength and he's very fit, maintaining high stamina. Eh, I got it covered Blue Oooh, nice Outdoors, trees, mountains, hiking, rain, pranks, a nice steak...gross dude Being stuck inside, overly lazy people, blatant stereotypes, vegetablesMan, let's go do something! - ...I'll call you.. later? butnotreally - 'sup cutie -Oh yeah, that's me alright -
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Posted: Wed Feb 03, 2010 9:08 pm
"Get your a** in gear before I kick it there!" Why do you wanna know?! Robin Fletcher Hmph, we're not close n/a? Still in my prime Eighteen (in appearance) It was cold October 25 ...it's kinda obvious, genius Female Guess I'll go with the norm StraightAgain, too normal... HumanI don't care what you think If labeled, her clothing and look would earn her the title 'punk'. She prefers darker colors, belts, chains, the works. She has a tattoo hidden beneath her clothes and out of sight, and her ears have several piercings along the edge, along with one in her lip and a small stud in her nose. But she also prefers things easy to move in, nothing too tight or clingy or so bogged it'd drag her down. Thousand words bucks a picture x Put up with me? At times she can seem a little rough around the edges, but it's determination to complete whatever task she sets her mind to that keeps her going. If you get in her way, you may be slapped around a little as 'encouragement' to work harder as well. She doesn't tolerate slacking too well, and grows restless when she finds herself in a situation that requires waiting around. But if she's stuck with a person for a while, she usually warms up to them, and then starts to slack a little and becomes a bit more tolerant and less irritable. Nobody's perfect She's irritable when things don't go her way or work out according to plan, and will take it out on others. Well, don't think about it too hard Neutral I'm not much for stories... Like so many kids trying to get through public schooling, teasing was faced. When one makes a target of themselves, it lets others know that things can escalate, and they start building upon it until the victim snaps. Often, they end up crying or falling into depression, but Robin wasn't into that sort of thing. Her snapping involved springing up and popping the stupid bully in the face. That was the first time she'd ever been suspended.
But overall, Robin's normal. A normal human in a normal school where she skips classes on a normal basis. Or rather, she picks one or two classes each time and just skips that one. Grades always end up fine, so she doesn't bother much over it. Robin's normal. Except, she's not normal. She just hasn't been given the chance to realize it.
Well, that's changed, because suddenly her life became completely abnormal, when she woke in an abnormal bed in an abnormal room in a very abnormal building, and everything had suddenly been turned on its head.All natural Fists and feet? Don't touch, you They seem to have gone missing...Abiliwha? The power of mimicry, or in other words, she can 'borrow' powers from whoever she touches. She has to mentally draw them out, so that any touch won't automatically trigger the power, and it is transferred through physical touch only. Once drawn, it might take a bit to adjust to the new power, the length of time needed depending upon what the power is. It will stay with her until she decides to switch again. I've got skills She can hold her own in a fist fight. When, you know, her opponent doesn't cheat by throwing fire. She's also got a knack for art and is handy with tools. Guess I'm tougher than I look Red (based upon her potential) Keep it coming Excitement, roller coasters, amusement parksNO. NOT OKAY. Slacking, sitting still, being cooped up for too long, bulliesHey man - GTFO - Hey... let's go out. -Turn it up -
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Posted: Sat Feb 13, 2010 3:36 pm
"Lord, give me strength." Reporting for duty Jarren Raevouri Drop the formalities? How odd Jay It isn't how it seems Twenty-three, based on looks. I hate the summer... June 10thI promise I'm dependable MaleWhy bother with relationships? Straight I may appear human, but I am not (falling) Angel Nothing special, really He has shaggy black hair with white streaks, lightly spiked, that frames his face and partially hides his piercing silver eyes. He if wishes, he can make his large, feathered black wings invisible to the normal eye. His skin is very pale and his body is slender but toned, muscles containing a surprising amount of strength within them. He comes to 6'3" in height. His preferred clothing contains darker colors, blacks and dark blues in particular, sometimes throwing in some white as well. He'll always be found wearing a long black coat, however, that straps across his chest with buckles. He also wears jewelry as reminders of his past, a cross for who he serves, and a skull for who he allowed to die. image ref + lolol I always get the job done All work and no play makes Jay a dull boy. This has quite a lot of truth in it, as there's never been a harder working person. He doesn't take breaks for himself. He's always following orders, and if he has nothing to do, he researches or asks for more. Fun does not compute with him. Sometimes he'll relax by reading for leisure, but that never lasts long. He grows restless and seeks out more work. Despite all of his seriousness, he has an extremely strong sense of justice, and defends all those in need. Yes, I do have my flaws, I suppose He's all work and no play, all seriousness and no fun, and he uses work to distract himself from the guilt he feels over past mistakes. I cannot deny my urge to protect Good Nothing special to report Jarren died at the age of twenty-three. He got involved in a bank robbery and when the robbers turned the gun on a young girl as a hostage, he threw himself in the way and the bullet found him instead, killing him almost instantly. He was granted access to heaven for his selfless act, and has since become one of the highest ranking, hardest working angels. He worked up through the levels and became a guardian angel. He watched over many, helping them to live peaceful, content lives, until one particular case.
He was assigned to a young girl who was a large victim of bullying at her school. He stepped in to help her many times, until one event. She was in trouble, and he hadn't known to be there to help her. He'd been distracted by a fellow angel, one who was jealous of his quick advancement through the ranks. While this angel was ranting at him, the girl was assaulted by the bullies. They pushed her into the street as a joke, and an unseen car came along, smashing into her, and the bullies fled the scene without calling for help. However, it wouldn't have arrived in time even if they had. He'd sensed something was horribly wrong and rushed down to help, but it was too late. She died seconds before he reached her.
Since then, Jarren has become even more devoted and dedicated to his work, but people grew worried for him. He didn't seem sad at all about the girl's death, nor did he show much of a change in his patterns of afterlife, other than the increase in work. Finally, someone took it up with a higher power, who sent Jarren to earth, ordering the angel to get some rest and relax. Unable to refuse, Jarren obeyed and found himself blending with humans, offering help where he could to those he saw who needed it.
But one day, he woke up in a very unfamiliar place. I will fight for your protection A rather lengthy sword that he can summon to his side in an instant. The cross he wears doubles as a shield. He gave it that power after he let the human girl die, in order to be able to defend any future assignments even if he can't be there to do it himself. I have no need for normal material possessions Documents, books, a notebook for observation recordings, but nothing much else. I have the means to defend you He is good with a sword and obviously can fly. His specialty, however, is healing, as he is meant to protect. Most other abilities are triggered by reading ancient spells off of scrolls he carries with him. These vary greatly, and take a lot out of him depending upon the difficulty of the spell.And even provide further assistance He's studious, if that means anything. If you ever need help with some homework, he's your guy.Count on me BlueHow wonderful Quiet, reading, keeping busy Repulsive... Slack time, lazy attitudes, past memories I've deemed you trustworthy --- I'll be keeping an eye on you... --- I don't have the time --- I have no time for music name
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Posted: Fri Feb 19, 2010 7:39 pm
 "The brighter the light..." None o' your beeswax! Rāyen Avitarias Yeah right Ray Why so interested? Sixteen No one's ever cared before January 21st ...are you serious, you don't know? Male Stop pretending to be interested StraightYou're totally oblivious! DemonCompletely, totally oblivious Like his sister, Ray stands at 5'7", but holds a stockier, more boyish build with broader shoulders. His hair is spiked up and a golden brown color, while his eyes are golden and his skin holds a soft tan. His demonic heritage shows in the tiny, undeveloped horns upon his head, and the tipped black tail behind him. The horns will grow larger as he continues to age.
In terms of clothing, everything is usually in warm colors. He prefers a hoodie with a shirt beneath it, both sleeveless, with shorts that pass his knees and a belt with a sun buckle to hold them up. He wears gloves as well, with weights in the knuckles, and finishes the look with a pair of simple sneakers. I can't even believe it ref Lookin' for some fun? Mischievous. Along with his sister, he is the type to play pranks, often working within a team for maximum effects. Otherwise, he's the wild one in appearance. He's the one who gets in people's faces, is loud and boisterous and doesn't care whose nerves he steps on. Don't tell me what to do! Often, he is viewed as obnoxious. He'll get in people's faces but he has no real interest in them at all. In fact, usually he pokes and prods to bring out people's bad sides, and then his sister pieces together the killing phrase to really nail them. If you get caught, it's your job to get out again Neutral This? It's such a boring story Ray comes from a society with segregation. Different types of demons resided there, yet they kept to themselves. However, every now and then, two opposing sides managed to meet, and in rare cases, they would fall in love. The twin's parents was one of those rare situations. The mother was a being of light, the father of shadow. Many opposed it. There were arguments, fighting, destruction of property, and a couple cases of being disowned. Yet, the two refused to be separated and in the end, they were married with the support of a tiny population of their home, including others who'd previously crossed that line. A couple years later, Ray's mother bore twins.
The daughter was born with silver hair, the son with golden, the opposite of their parents. The twins were raised in a discriminating world. Parents didn't want their kids to play with them, afraid that it would influence their own upbringing, and cause their children to become defiant. Parents didn't want new thinking and traditions lost, and so rumors were spread about the twins. They grew hated and grew up alone, with only each other, becoming dependent upon no one but themselves. That caused rumors to spread further, and combined with their attitudes toward those outside of their family, it only pushed others further and further away. They didn't care. They needed only each other to survive. No one else was necessary.
With that mindset, the pair decided to take a trip one day. They'd venture into the human world and explore there, gain an idea of human nature, and maybe... play with them a little.
Things didn't turn out quite like they'd planned.Watch out or I'll pop ya one! Gloves with weights in the knuckles Hey, keep away from my stuff! -Step on me enough and I'll knock you out Ray is the sun, the light, the heat. He can produce heat waves of sorts, bursts of heat that can range from acting like a shock wave to literally inducing burns. If he focuses enough, they can become increasingly strong, and at times he may gain a glowing radiance about him, lighting the way when things grow too dark; a human torch. I can do other stuff too! Pranking, really. He's also good at Don't make me mad Level blue Awesome! His sister, outdoors...no way Pure darkness, people with immunities to trickstersYou're okay Luna Get lost! - No way -Turn it up! -
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Posted: Fri Feb 19, 2010 8:17 pm
 "...the darker the shadows." Why must I tell you? Lunestia Avitarias We are not friends, so don't act like it Luna Again, none of your business Sixteen You have even less of a right to know this! January 21st Excuse me.. but are you blind? Female This shouldn't matter to you StraightAnd this, again, should be obvious Demon...you are blind, aren't you? She stands at a height of 5'7", the same as her brother, but her body type is more slender. Her hair is a shimmering silver, often kept tied up with ribbons, with braids let down in the front that reach past her breasts. Her eyes are a deep purple, and her skin somewhat pale. Her demonic heritage shows in the tiny, undeveloped horns upon her head, and the tipped black tail behind her. The horns will grow larger as she continues to age.
She usually wears a simple shirt with a skirt, and then a long, somewhat elegant jacket over top of that. The front cuts off at her waist, but the back trails down to her ankles. The sleeves are long and flowing as well. Her feet are kept tucked in black slip on shoes with clasps in the shape of crescent moons, with thigh high stockings as well. Everything she wears tends to be shades of silver/grey and blues, the color of the moon and the deep night sky. A belt upon her waist holds her dagger. Pitifully, pathetically blind ref Would you like to experience first hand..? Mischievous. Along with her brother, she is the type to play pranks, often working within a team for maximum effects. Otherwise, she's the calm one in appearance. She's the one who sits back and makes corrections where needed, or pipes up with sudden, rude comments to catch her victim off guard. Don't you dare tell me to behave Often, she is viewed as rude, abrasive, and unremorseful. She never feels guilt for those she insults, no matter how they respond. Usually her victim doesn't retaliate physically, as she is a girl, but every now and then she gets into a bit more trouble than she can handle. Luckily, her brother is often around to help. But because the two of never apart, she's grown dependent upon his company. Don't count on me if you get into trouble Neutral This? It's such a boring story Luna comes from a society with segregation. Different types of demons resided there, yet they kept to themselves. However, every now and then, two opposing sides managed to meet, and in rare cases, they would fall in love. The twin's parents was one of those rare situations. The mother was a being of light, the father of shadow. Many opposed it. There were arguments, fighting, destruction of property, and a couple cases of being disowned. Yet, the two refused to be separated and in the end, they were married with the support of a tiny population of their home, including others who'd previously crossed that line. A couple years later, Luna's mother bore twins.
The daughter was born with silver hair, the son with golden, the opposite of their parents. The twins were raised in a discriminating world. Parents didn't want their kids to play with them, afraid that it would influence their own upbringing, and cause their children to become defiant. Parents didn't want new thinking and traditions lost, and so rumors were spread about the twins. They grew hated and grew up alone, with only each other, becoming dependent upon no one but themselves. That caused rumors to spread further, and combined with their attitudes toward those outside of their family, it only pushed others further and further away. They didn't care. They needed only each other to survive. No one else was necessary.
With that mindset, the pair decided to take a trip one day. They'd venture into the human world and explore there, gain an idea of human nature, and maybe... play with them a little.
Things didn't turn out quite like they'd planned.My bark's only a little worse than my bite... A small curved dagger, like a crescent moon I'd advise you not to touch my things -And again, I'd try to avoid the bite if I were you Luna is the moon, the darkness, the shadow. She can manipulate shadows, including the ability to transport between them, bringing others with her if necessary. She can also trap people in the pose of their shadows, keeping them locked and immobile, but then she cannot move either, as they must mimic whatever she does. I have other talents too Pranking, really. She's also good with her hands an anything requiring skill with detail. Try not to cross paths with me Level blue Not so bad Her brother, the ocean...utterly terrible Bright lights, being out of her comfort zone, solitudeYou're acceptable Ray ...get lost - Impossible -Leave me to my thoughts... -
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Posted: Sat Feb 27, 2010 2:38 pm
"Hey hey hey! Why are you all so upset? Smile smile!" Nice to meet you! Nicholas Buntham Let's be friends Nick I'm still in my prime! Twenty-six It wasn't that long ago May 21st Good lookin', right? Male You're good looking too! StraightTold you I was good lookin'! With unkempt blond hair and bright blue eyes, Nicholas looks harmless and pleasant enough. He stands just under six feet, with a thin frame that makes him appear slightly taller than he is. His skin holds a natural light tan, and he can often seen in a lab coat and jeans, often looking a little ruffled. He certainly doesn't care about a professional image. See see? coming soon I really would like to be friends He's a bit quirky, and his ideals are a little skewed. He doesn't comprehend the human mind very well, and often assumes things about people that are completely untrue. For instance, he thinks that their subjects are all happy and eager to be in their confinement, thinking that since they are bettering science, that's enough to keep them happy as well. His values are very strange, and he doesn't react properly to situations. When in danger, his mind never comprehends the seriousness of the situation. His primary goal, no matter the person, is to form a friendship. In his current location, that could get him into quite the predicament. Pah, I'm just fine He has an unreal sense of reality, and seems to live in some sort of fantasy world half the time. He never realizes when he's getting on someone's nerves either, and often pushes his luck with his over-friendly nature. Don't worry, I can fix it! Good, at least in his mind Let's not linger in the past, shall we? -I need my research materials! A clipboard and pad for constant note taking, and he often wears a pair of sunglasses hung from the collar of his shirt.I'll get you those results, no problem He's good at observations, but not at interpreting them. He's also somewhat handy with computers and isn't against shutting himself up in a lab for long periods of time. He loves playing with chemicals and testing the results by whatever means necessary. rank/occupation - promotions - Oh goodie! Doodling, observing, computers, sunshine and rainbows, candy/sweets, happy endingsOh poo... Being scolded, rude and stiff people, scary movies, bats, spiders and snakesCome here, let's chat! - Ew, you're a meanie~ - What what? You like me? -Oh, music to my ears~ -
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Posted: Wed Mar 10, 2010 11:32 pm
 "Tell me... How is it decided, who lives and who dies..?" My birth certificate says Karen Katsuya But daddy calls me Kare-bear I wish.. it would end... EighteenI was born... February 11thI love skirts Female Affection? StraightI'm.. normal Human Appearances don't matter.. She has purple hair that she dyed. When left down, it almost reaches her shoulders, but she's stopped really bothering to style it, though still sometimes winds ribbons into the strands. Her eyes are also a purple color, and her skin is somewhat pale. She's much too thin for her own good, and comes to 5'7" in height. Most of the time, since she doesn't get out of bed much except to eat, she'll wander around in her pajamas. When did I become so frail? by chazillaChange isn't always good She used to be really nice, outgoing and caring. She still is those things, but they've become buried. She's changed, withdrawn and apathetic. She's really shy and takes a little while to warm up to people. She'd rather just avoid social interaction altogether, and often wears headphones so if someone does talk to her, she can pretend like she didn't hear them. She's often found drawing as well, so she looks busy and hopefully someone won't approach her. She needs to warm up, but she's scared to meet anyone. I'm.. cursed She's very shy and withdrawn and doesn't take care of herself. At all. She's depressed and "inadvertently suicidal", meaning she doesn't do anything on purpose, but her lack of care often brings about foul results. She'd sit in her room and draw until she wasted away to nothing, if someone let that happen. She's also automatically terrified of people she doesn't know, and extremely jumpy. I just don't care... NeutralHow did this happen? Karen was a normal girl. She kept up her grades and spent time with friends when she could. She was well on her way to entering college. But, then something happened. It started with small things, one very small thing in particular. A fortune cookie. Seemingly harmless, but hers held the strangest message. "Say goodbye while you still have time." Weren't those fortunes supposed to be uplifting?
She became clumsy, tripping over her own feet and often running into things. But that was common, right? However, it spread. She'd bump into people, and they in turn would knock against something else. But their accident always lead to injury or pain. She eventually knocked one of her best friends down the stairs, sending her to the hospital with a few broken bones. People began drifting away, labeling her as a jinx.
It didn't stop there. The bad luck grew. It spread to strangers. Those around her would be hurt, victimized by seemingly random crimes. She always seemed to be there. When a clerk was robbed at a convenience store, she was next in line. When a boy stepped in front of traffic, she'd been right beside him. When her family was involved in a deadly car crash, she was in the back seat. Her mother died, and her father was critically injured. She remained untouched.
That was the last straw. Blaming herself, Karen took up new habits. She stopped going out. She locked herself in her room, not even emerging to eat. Eventually her father, who had recovered well enough, forced her to see a psychiatrist. The woman mysteriously fell ill a few weeks later.Why bother? She keeps no weapons Distract me A sketchbook and an mp3 player When did.. this start? She is a shapeshifter, but doesn't have good control yet. In fact, she hasn't yet realized it, as it's an added power by those running this place.
When her emotions go high or out of control, to one extreme or the other, she'll transform into something, usually at random. She slips out of her clothing, obviously, so when she changes back, she ends up naked. Often she'll become a bunny, something to represent her frightened and timid nature.I'm so useless... She can cook, if she really wants to bother. She's also a fairly good artist, if only in the learning stages. You'll.. take care of me? - You're so scary... Everyone? I want.. to stay with you, okay? - Soothe me, please Move Along - All-American Rejects
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