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Ⅱ. Storyline





Ⅲ. Rules

➊No Godmodding!
➁No auto hit/kill/dodge/etc. Srsly. Take it like a wo/man.
➌Keep the cursing to - at a maximum - 10 per post.
➃If it gets too sensual, do a time skip or take it to the PM's {{PG 16}}
➎SEMI-LITERATE. Write more than three sentences, or else you will get one warning, then go on the Blacklist next time.
➅Post your picture in EVERY post please~ ^ ^
➐PM ME ALL PROFILES~ Do not post until I have accepted~
➇Put a wahmbulance alarm thing emotocon in the PM w/ the Profile and the Subject as: Escape to the Stars
➒Have fun!
➉Your persons superpower/ability can't be invincibilty, and up to 5 superpower/abilities please.



Ⅳ. Profile Layout




Ⅴ. Accepted Profiles
Hello there, I'm Ian, Ludok, hawk, but you can call me Ludok.

I am 16 years old, and I am pretty mystical when it comes to handling things, serious when it comes to combat/plans and kind to all friends.

Also, I'm Both Handed, and look like a young man with bleached blond hair with brown patches in it along with green eyes. But here's a picture:

My ability is enhanced acrobatics, manipulation of any crystals, hovering, telekinesis and flame manipulation.

My life here was pretty good. They told me that Earth never existed, and I Didn't Believe them. My story is: Ludok was first born with the name "Ian" since its a modern name from his average parents. When the day the earth finally ended happened, his parents were defiantly dead, only him holding the loyalty to the "hawk" family. The robots renamed him as Ludok, also putting a tattoo symbol on his back for an unknown reason. He developed control over his powerful abilities, as now, he is located inside a ship, sleeping in his bedroom.

Shhhh! I have a crush on No one, but I think No one likes me.

You will often overhear me say, "Bring it on!" . Lastly, I don't own a weapon.
Farewell.

Hail fellow, I'm Muikie Allyhai Fairday but you can call me Muikie.

I am 16 years old, and I am Generally a fair person giving most of my time to others, ready to help when I can.

Also, I'm Both Handed, and look like any blue haired girl would accept from the fact I'm a little underdeveloped than most of the others my age. But here's a picture:


My abilities are Super sonic shrills, some mind reading, and I can copy anyones voice word for word, toware getting around voice verefiers is easy.

My life here was Pretty Good. They told me that Earth never existed, but I didn't believe a word of it. My story is: pretty simple, I've been a singing my whole life keeping other people intertained, but I was never truely happy doing that.

Shhhh! I have a crush on No one, but I think No one likes me.

You will often overhear me say, "A day of rest only makes a person weaker." . Lastly, n/a

Fair well, good fellow!

Oh~ Hullo, I didn't see you there... I'm Jamii Mari Rosanthall, but you can call me Cloud.

I am 15, and I often have my head in the clouds, thus the name. I love day dreaming and reading. I can be shy, but am very smart.

Also, I am left handed and have short blonde locks of hair, fair skin, and brown eyes. But heres a picture:

My ability is to see into the future.

My life here was great. They told me that Earth never existed, and I believed them. My story is that I was the last to be loaded onto the ship, and there was a heated debate going on, something about me finding the truth. They finally let me on board, and gave me the best care. My Motherbot was always very kind. I grew up a dreamer, and I love love! I am enthusiastic about many things, though I was usually distant.

Shhhh! I have a crush on no one, and no one likes me back.

You will often hear me say, "Oh really?"

G'bye~!




Salutations, I'm Corvin Conundoras Cheveyo, but you can call me Core.

I am sixteen years old, and I am, supposedly, extremely witty and intellectual, quick-thinking, and over-the-top detailed, yet quite blunt and to-the-point on many a thing. I maintain an overall laid-back and charming persona, and can be quite hilarious and fun to be around when I want to. But, on the other hand, get me angered, and I'll become as cold and as spiteful as ice.

Also, I'm right-handed, and look like a tall (about five-foot ten inches in height), leanly toned and muscled young man possessing rather pale skin with raven-colored careless hair that has dark brown tips in the front for my bangs, and dodger blue-colored eyes. But here's a picture:



My ability is the ability to manipulate water and ice, as well as shadows. With both, I can create many strong, solid, and powerful projections and objects with fraction of concentration, as well as heal using both powers. I also have super strength, speed, endurance, and reflexes.

My life here was okay. They told me that Earth never existed, and, honestly, I never, ever, ever believed them. My story is that I was never born and raised with mother and father robots my whole life and all that crap. Instead, as soon as I turned twelve years old, I was sent into a secret program within the new utopia-like place, for the scientists feared that I would, one day, become too powerful, as I was already adept in my use of abilities since I was a quick learner and the first to discover their powers. I was put to work as their henchman, forced to perform jobs that usually consisted on constantly and secretly watching over one of my peers, Jamii, who I eventually began to fall in love with.

Shhhh! I have a crush on Jamii Mari Rosenthall (Cloud), but I think no one likes me.

You will often overhear me say, "Oh, bother" . Lastly, I like using my powers, the cold, the dark, wandering around, and sweets. I hate impropriety, the heat, the light, being bored, staying still, and anything bitter-tasting.

Good day to you all



Oh, um, hello, I'm Ilene Rachel Thicket, but you can call me Ilene.

I am 15 years old, and I am quiet and reserved, I like to keep things to myself. I usually get nervous around others, and I get huge stage fright.

Also, I'm right-handed, and look like your average brown haired, blue eyed girl. I'm slightly thinner than most, and a little shorter. I have shoulder length hair that's naturally straight and slightly wavy. I usually keep it up with a clip and my bangs hang in my face. You can always find me in jeans and a sweater or sweatshirt. But here's a picture, just in case:


My ability is invisibility and force-field projection.

My life here was average. They told me that Earth never existed, and I believed them. My story is: I lived as a teacher's daughter. And therefore, lived with a teacher's income. I was never really that rich. I used what I could and bought what I could afford. I'm an only child and my dad died when I was young from a car crash. I visit my grandparents often, and I'm not exactly one that sticks out in a crowd. There's nothing special about my life, and lately, I've been wondering if anything will ever happen to me.

Shhhh! I have a crush on no one, but I think no one likes me.

You will often overhear me say, "A-Are you sure? Is it safe?" . Lastly, I really like to read.

Um, I think that's it... uh, okay. Bye.


Yo, I'm Adrian Taylor Mandell, but you can call me Drew.

I am 16 years old, and I’m quiet with people I am not comfortable with for whatever reason. In general, I tend to be secretive yet willing to be open and honest when asked a question. At the same time, I am almost always joking around in some fashion and am the master at finding loopholes. I am also a strong and independent person.

Also, I'm ambidextrous and look like a pretty boy with light brown hair and golden eyes. But here's a picture:

My ability is the type that deals with light, plant, metal and mirror manipulation.

My life here was bad. They told me that Earth never existed, and I think anything is possible. My story is complicated and I am not sure what’s what anymore. My mirror ability has always caused me weird problems and was extremely hard to get used to. It was quite embarrassing as well. That was probably why I was separated from the others until I was twelve years old. It was a bit lonely not being around other humans for five years; but I managed somehow. Luckily for me, no one seemed to remember the odd things that I did. I don’t think they remembered me period. It was a bit sad but made sense. After all, I wasn’t even around them for a full year before I had to go into isolation for everyone else sake. Then it took me time to adjust to being around other humans. Let’s just say it wasn’t all smooth sailing for the first couple years. I guess things are as normal as they can be nowadays though.

Shhhh! I have a crush on a guy…just kidding, but I think a lot of people like me.

You will often overhear me say, "whatever." Lastly, I am not what I seem.

Later

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Hello, I'm Des'ree Lee Alias, but you can call me Dessi.

I am Sixteen years old, and I am Bubbly, Funny, Outgoing, and most of all, Kind.

Also, I'm Right Handed, and look like an elegant dark haired girl with doe-like gray eyes. But here's a picture:

My ability is Shape-Shifting And Telekinesis.

My life here was Pretty Good. They told me that Earth never existed, and I Didn't Believe them. My story is that I'm an actress. I love to play different roles and am pretty damn good at it.

Shhhh! I have a crush on no one as of yet and I don't think that anyone likes me either.

You will often overhear me say, "You Know?" or "Ya Know?" . Lastly, I like to know anything and everything.

Laters!

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Oh, hi, I'm Alexandria Minrathous Cartosia, but instead of that mouthful, you can call me Alex!

I am 16 years old, and I am outwardly confident though inwardly insecure. I'm quick witted and lovably sarcastic. Give me a rule and I'll look for a way to break it! My love for "classy" fashion can only be exceeded by my art.

Also, I'm right Handed, and look like incredibly stunning! But really, I'm just your averaged brown eyed brunette. But here's a picture:

My ability is teleportation (unfortunately the distance is limited!), electric manipulation (handy for dealing with those pesky mother-bots!), and a fine understanding of mechanics and computers (how else would I bypass security codes??).

My life here was pretty freakin awesome. They told me that Earth never existed, and I didn't believe them. My story is: For as long as she can remember, it never felt right being on the giant spaceship, and she felt like something was missing. That uneasy feeling has lead to a life of mischief and trouble, though never too severe. Alex lives for causing her mother-bot problems, her electric manipulations being her most used weapon. Day in and out, she pines after Lodak, though she'd never tell him how she feels. Instead, she resorts to sarcastic quips and laughter.

Shhhh! I have a crush on Lodak, but I think no one likes me.

You will often overhear me say, "But I didn't do it!" . Lastly, I put on a big show, but I'm really just looking for approval and friendships. But mother-bot, I swear if you tell anyone...



Ⅵ. Final Message

{{ Oh. Em. Geh. This RP is going to be so epic }}

Иєvєґ $тоp dяєaмїйg

Jαмї☤ ♏αґ☤ ℝ☺ṧεηт♄αʟʟ ~ ℭʟøʊḓ 

☾loud woke up slowly, her eyelids fluttering as her iris's adjusted to the light drifting lazily through the slits of her plastic brown window shades [[same material as chair in picture]]. She went to lift her arms to stretch, but they seemed to be held by a restraint. She lazily turned to her left to see why, still half asleep. What she saw gave her a start. She was restrained by the wrists and ankles to her bed. "MotherBot, was I really this terrible?" Cloud asked, her voice a bit shaky, like a vibrato on a violin chord. Cloud was referring to when she dreamed, often she saw the future. When she did, her body went practically crazy, depending on the seriousness of the dream. She could never remember her dream, but knew that she probably looked possessed while asleep. The MotherBot beeped to life, and replied in her automated voice, "Yes--Dear--You--Must--Of--Seen--Something--Serious--Dear." Cloud winced a bit, her pretty face screwing up to a look of shame. "Do--Not--Be--Ashamed--Of--Something--You--Cannot--Control--Dear." Her MotherBot assured her. Cloud nodded slowly, consenting that MotherBot was correct. "May I be released, please?" She asked, wanting her glasses so she could actually see anything. MotherBot nodded and pressed a button on the wall, which instantly released her. Cloud sat up, rubbing her thin wrist. "Thank you." she said, eyes shining gratefully, she she reached for her glasses on the nightstand. Cloud swung her long, lightly tanned legs over the side of the bed. Cloud walked to the mirror, and started brushing her tangle of blonde locks, getting ready for the morning. She then got dressed, [[same dress as picture]] and grabbed her journal. Cloud walked out into the central hallway, headphones [[again, same as in picture]] on and recording her thoughts in her technologic journal [[in picture.]]. She joined the crowd of people heading for the cafeteria.

Иєvєґ $тоp dяєaмїйg

Jαмї☤ ♏αґ☤ ℝ☺ṧεηт♄αʟʟ ~ ℭʟøʊḓ 

☾loud sat alone in a white, futuristic table. She doodled in her electronic book, fine, slender fingers pushing the amber pencil around the digital drawing pad. Her eyes focused behind the half-moon lenses, the beautiful, light fudge colors contracting with the light. Her back hunched over the pad protectively, the elegant drawing still in progress. She had a pale cream sweater dress, the same cream colored boots,, And matching cream colored headphones. She idly kicked the stand of the table, humming along to the song she was listening to. Traces of the beat lingered outside of the soft foam surrounding the outer headphones, this song. The energetic beat caused a faint smile to linger on her dainty lips, the one thing that seemed so misplaced in the placid scene. Jamii picked up a pill for breakfast, and distractedly set it on her tongue. She then, with her eyes on the screen, placed the tip of the glass of water on her lips and washed down the pill. If she were looking, she would of seen the interesting traces of powder in her drink. The traces of powder in which she just swallowed, unbeknown by her, was mild tranquilizer.

"Oh, right." he said to a boy with piercing dodger blue eyes. Opening his palm, the spoon fell back to place on the napkin, on his will. He took a glance at the bottom of his soup bowl, noticing small, ice cold crystals there. "That was...strange. Maybe another student did it." he thought curiously, sipping a large volume of the soup whilst he began to wonder. Its flavor tasted like a mix of vegetables, herbs and fruits, meaning it was both healthy and delicious. Half of his stomach was filled up by the healthy flavored soup, soon devouring the whole thing. The bowl felt empty like his mind, becoming mindless of what to do. He took another glare at the boy who told him about his soup, attempting to think of ideas. Nothing popped up, just the thought of escaping the ship and exploring other parts of where they currently were.

Иєvєґ $тоp dяєaмїйg

Jαмї☤ ♏αґ☤ ℝ☺ṧεηт♄αʟʟ ~ ℭʟøʊḓ 

☾loud's eyelids fluttered open, her amber eyes looked back at him sleepily, framed by lush eyelashes. She murmured a slurred, "Yes'ir" and tried to get up, her boots sliding a bit. She braced herself on the table with her slender fingers' knuckles turning a bit white, her headphones sliding to her delicate pale neck. "I don't feel very well..." she said quietly, a bit of a slur on her letters. Cloud had always been the weakest of the lot, her lack of muscles left her surprisingly light but unhealthy. She started walking, following the man who had called her name. He was strong and radiated mystery and danger, evident skill and prowess. A small shade of rose appeared on her pale face, blooming into a blush. She blinked sleepily, and stifled a yawn with her knitted sleeve. Her knees felt a bit weak, and her boots heavier. She glanced at the floor. It looks kinda soft...
she thought, looking at it closer. It seemed to be welcoming to her heavy eyelids... beckoning her to sleep on it's shiny, moldable surface.