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Whoop, sorry Manga. :U I didn't see that post.

Go ahead and remove Breckin's profile. I'm almost done with his blurb thing, as well as the secondary character sheet.

 

Edit: Also hai lib :B

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No worries, Murder~

 

No, there's not really anything about the blurb in the pages before. x3 For the gender signs, you pick one or the other. If your character's a girl, you pick the female ones (yeah, leave both of them), and if your charrie's a dude, then you pick the male ones. Yeesh, that sounds a bit weird. ><

 

Anyways, I'll explain the rest of it to you later. I'd like it if you sent me your profile first so I could approve it before you start working on it. I've found some people tend to change their character completely after I ask them to tweak him/her. Plus, I'm starting to not feel my fingers, and I don't think that's a good thing. OTL

 

And you're welcome ^^ It would seem rude if I didn't, don't you think?

lol I thought "Lib" sounded like it was missing something. x3

 

ETA: Murder and Nessie, do you guys mind if the Changelings are still there when Hadyn and the rest of them get to where they are? I don't plan on having Hadyn or any of my other characters get involved in the Changelings if you guys preferred them not to, but what I do have planned would work a lot better if it was really chaotic down there. Is that all right?

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OH MAN what is this. So much has happened OOC ffff- *hasn't even had time to take one look at the IC thread yet*

 

So anyways, sorry for disappearing again. >.< I need to get back in the habit of checking the RP section. D: I'll go work on revamping Kathy's profile noooow (since we have no school tomorrow yay) and post it here when I'm done. And that blurb thing looks awesome so I'm planning to finish that as well.

 

Welcome to the RP, Liiib! <3333 We haven't talked in forever. ^^

 

Also, Manga, Sess is still in? I... thought she wasn't going to RP here anymore? :S (But of course, if she is, I'm super glad.)

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Alright with me, not sure about Murder. Unfortunately I keep on not being online when he is (partly because snow has made school internet absolutely freaking sucky), buuuut... hopefully we'll figure something out. -headdesk-

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It's rushing through me ...

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Kathy Olivia Carnday

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GENDER: Female

 

BIRTHDAY: February 26, 1994

 

AGE: Sixteen

 

COURT: Thunder Court

 

APPEARANCE: Quite petite in size, Kathy stands at a mere height of five feet and two inches, otherwise approximately 158 centimetres. Her body lacks the curves of other more developed teenage girls of her age, but she has a solid, healthy, and strong build. Weighing no more than 110 pounds, at first glance, Kathy can easily be mistaken for a grade schooler, especially with her baby face.

 

Her big, round eyes, rimmed with thick double eyelids, usually give off an innocent aura. They are a light shade of auburn accompanied with emerald specks, though they’re known to turn amber at times. Slightly above are perfectly-kept eyebrows – two even and thin lines of black hair in perfect crescent shape. Kathy has a small nose and mouth, again in perfect proportions. She keeps her strawberry blonde hair short and cropped, in a somewhat spiky cut. They are lined with an overwhelming amount of bright purple highlights, which are apparently “in” with the popular crowd at her high school. However, these highlights naturally disappeared with the transformation caused by the fey blood within her body. Kathy’s rosy skin is fair and relatively smooth, save for the few dots of freckles that appear near the bridge of her nose and her cheekbone area.

 

Kathy’s clothing preference varies with her mood. She can usually be found in a pair of laid back sweat pants, topped with a tight fitting t-shirt or tank top from one of her favourite bands. She has both ears pierced, as well as one lip piercing on the right side of her bottom lip. As for make-up, Kathy usually applies eyeliner to accentuate her already-large eyes, which are the pride of her features.

 

PERSONALITY: Kathy is mostly alone and aloof from everyone else. She’s quick to anger and difficult to please, though that’d be your last guess if only a simple glance was given. Because of her face, especially her large eyes, Kathy tends to give people the impression that she’s innocent and sweet. This, to her, is a double-edged sword – she doesn’t resent it, nor does she like it; she simply uses it. She uses this “weapon” of hers, so to speak, when needed and to her advantage. The thought of danger excites her, and extreme weather – such as thunder and lightning – thrills her with a force she doesn’t quite understand herself. Her volatile nature surfaces readily, at random times.

 

By personality, Kathy is just a bit wild. Deep down, she has a good heart, but Kathy has difficulties expressing herself in a positive way. If she’s extremely embarrassed or happy over something out of character, she’ll cuss and glare instead, trying to cover it up. When her mood’s frankly bad, she tends to throw stuff around and destroy things. However, she has a caring side for little kids, especially if they have problems with being bullied and the such. She’s the type to watch in the shadows, act, then disappear again without a word.

 

Kathy has a passion for music and rock bands. The only two close friends that she does have share similar traits. They’d go to concerts and performances together, scream until their throats get sore, then afterwards crash at Kathy’s place, drinking to their hearts’ content. Kathy greatly despises indecisiveness. She can’t stand people who hesitate over a decision. The mere fact that people stutter when they talk sets her off and she’ll start getting very impatient, often making rude remarks and sharp retorts.

 

She also hates it with a passion when someone assumes that her name is short for Katherine, which, in fact, is not. In her opinion, Katherine is too refined a name and sounds much too regal and elegant, not befitting of her character at all. If the name does slip out, it’d be best to watch out for a jaw-splitting fist coming right at your face in the next few seconds or so.

 

HISTORY: Kathy was born and raised in New York City, and therefore familiar with all its suburbs and alleyways. But perhaps “raised” isn’t the most appropriate term to be used, for she had no one to properly raise her. Her mother had been the heart of the family; she was kind and gentle, like a bright ray of sunshine, and she was everything to Kathy’s family. When Kathy was eight, her mother died due to a car accident. Her family broke apart. Her father, grieved and torn from his loss, sunk into a stupor and a state of depression. Without giving a thought to his three children, he locked himself in his room. Day in and day out, the only time he’d come out was to bring junk food and beer back into his room. He started smoking not much later, filling his room with the disgusting smell of cigarette and liquor. It was a wonder to Kathy how he’s still alive.

 

So Kathy, at age eight, was left alone to care for her two younger twin brothers, both five years of age then. Finance wasn’t a problem, as Kathy’s paternal grandparents were both extremely wealthy and they sent the money that was needed. They had more than they need, in fact. They were much more financially secure than the average New York family. With no one to care for her and her brothers, Kathy did the only thing she could and took on the motherly role. However, she had no patience whatsoever. She found her younger siblings so infuriating at times that she wanted to strangle them. When she was frustrated, she developed the habit of destroying things and throwing them around, taking her anger out on objects rather than people.

 

Kathy borrowed cookbooks from the library, and scavenged for tips from her teachers, her neighbors, and later advisers and counselors from her high school. Despite all adults telling her to call the officials and inform them about her father and their situation, Kathy wouldn’t. It might’ve just been pride holding her back, but Kathy refused to hand her and her siblings to the police. With the condition that their father was in, they’d probably have been sent to an orphanage or other relatives who cared nothing for them, and Kathy did not want that. Striving to do her best, Kathy became independent and matured for her age. When her brothers were old enough to understand better, they stopped causing her grief and tried to help out as best as they could to make the family work. Kathy appreciated this gesture, and grew rather attached to Jonathan and Jason.

 

Still, having no parents raising her up and caring for her in her teenage years, Kathy began going to clubs and drinking with her two friends. She couldn’t care less about her grades, though they ensured her passing. Her attendance was just enough to allow her to pass as well, though she could do very well if she tried and participated. She had some pretty bad nicknames, but Kathy never fooled around. She made sure that she never caused any trouble that would bring people on her brothers, and she did her best to keep them all safe.

 

WEAKNESSES:

- Her size is undesirable if met with a much bigger opponent. Despite her physical strength, she can be easily restrained and captured.

- She snaps easily, without listening to reason. Kathy will often resort to physical solutions rather than practically solving a problem. She has many bruises on her body to prove that.

- Kathy is stubborn. She will keep to her argument even if she knows that she’s in the wrong. She will never back down unless the other party does so first.

- Kathy can’t stand being made to look weak and humiliated. If someone did something to make her look bad, such as shooting her with a comeback she can’t counter, she’ll most likely give them a scar they won’t forget in awhile.

 

SKILLS:

- Kathy is manipulative. She knows how to get information she wants, and where to get it. She wouldn’t consider it low to do something unmoral that helps her to achieve her goals in the end, though she does have a limit and is always careful.

- She is also very determined and decisive. Once she sets her sights on something, she never looks out. She doesn’t believe in looking back in the past or reminiscing. She’s proud to be someone who can confidently say that they’ve rarely ever regretted anything they’ve done.

- Being a good gymnast, Kathy is flexible, agile, and light on her feet. She has also studied minimal amounts of karate and tae kwon do, with the addition of some practice in the area of shooting a rifle.

- It may not look like it, but Kathy can be charismatic. She’s much of a tomboy, but she also has a sense of righteousness. She’s not afraid to help out when it’s needed of her. Her charisma often extends to both genders.

 

SPECIAL ABILITIES: A descendant from the Elekshaa, lightning-controlling Faeries of the Thunder Court, Kathy retains a little of their abilities. When she’s in close proximities with lamps or lights, they’ll start to flicker on and off at times, though it stops after awhile. When she gets extremely mad or goes into hysteria, Kathy’s eyes will turn amber and the tips of her hair will send electric sparks, while being able to direct lighting bolts at targets. As her powers develop, she will inherit more of the Elekshaa’s abilities. Much like turning on a switch, she will be able to send currents of electricity throughout her entire body, making herself fully electrified. Anything that touches her will be mercilessly zapped. This way, she can also provide energy and electricity when needed of her.

 

UNIQUE COLOUR: darkgoldenrod

 

... Like fire in my veins Edited by lilyice

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ok I guess I got it. I'll post something soon to get Sophia back in. I'll just need on good post then I'll be off again. I might be a slow poster though as I have a lot using most of my mind these days.

 

Glad this is alive though!

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I love Kathy's profile, Lily. It's so pretty <3

 

That's fine, Skarx. ^^ We can't exactly move the plot on until Murder and Nessie post. I do remember that Sophia is sort of in need to support when it comes to walking, so why don't you PM someone whose character is capable of providing her with that support? That way, it's not so weird that she's suddenly able to walk like normal.

I know Danni, Locke, Mark, Carlie, Sadine, and Evelyn can do that. Danni and Mark would probably be the best, considering Dash seems really busy at the moment.

 

Hey, at least it's snowing. (: It's all good~ Maybe you two could send each other PMs until you've finally made it online? I know it would be slow, but at least there's at least some plotting done.

 

Actually, I haven't ask her yet, Lily. x3 I didn't want to make it seem like I only want to talk her because of MS. I'll go ask her right now. She usually takes about three or four days to reply, so don't worry if she takes too long. ;]

 

ETA: By the way, I hope you guys kept the link to your profiles. Otherwise, it'll might be a pain to get them again (depending on how much you post). I should know. x3

 

Anyways, I have another history essay (I think) I need to finish. When that's done, I'll see if I can work on profiles and stuff.

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Thanks, Manga. <3 (:

 

Ah, I see. I can try contacting Sess too. She's usually on MSN/gchat and she's still semi-active on this mafia forum that we have.

 

But otherwise, I'm really excited for the revival of this RP. :'D

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Good news! Sessh is still with us! biggrin.gif

. . . as in, still in this rp. lol

 

I'll get to your charrie sheet in an instant, Libbie, so don't go thinking I'm neglecting you!

 

And I'm almost done with revamping my character's profile. Just need appearance, weaknesses, skills, and special abilities. I'll try to finish by Wednesday.

 

ETA: I should add that Sessh is fine with Murder and Nessie still playing as the Changelings.

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I went poof again. Sorry about that. I had loads of work to do during the week. And I still have to do a bunch of history work tomorrow. /sighs I've finished revamping the profile. Hope you guys don't mind that I practically rewrote it. I couldn't stand my old one.

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XOX ALINA ADERYN TOMESCU XOX

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Gender: Female

 

Birthday: February 13, 1994

 

Age: Sixteen

 

Court: Dark

 

Appearance: Alina is a slender and rather tall girl, standing at 5’7’’ and weighing about 120 pounds, but the way she holds herself makes her seem much slighter than that. She doesn’t slouch or anything of the sort; she actually has pretty good posture compared to most other teenagers. However, she constantly keeps her eyes lowered to the ground, especially when she’s speaking to other people, even her friends. If one were to look into her eyes when they were still their blue-gray color, they would have almost always found a sort of fear in them. Now that her eyes have turned completely black, though, it’s almost impossible to see this fear; yet somehow it’s still possible to see on her features the fear that defines her.

 

Her skin is of a fair complexion, as a result of her being of Romanian descent. However, as of late, she has become even paler due to her Brannachvar blood, though not in a way that makes her seem sickly. She has a river of black, beautiful hair that flows down to the mid of her waist; of everything that makes her up physically, it’s probably her hair that makes her proudest. She’s a slender, graceful girl, or she would be if she didn’t keep her eyes on the ground so much. She has a pretty face, not one that could be considered very striking, but still pretty.

 

Like most people, she has a number of small, insignificant scars that she acquired during her childhood. However, since they’re all small insignificant, they’re not worth talking about. The one that is worth talking about can be found on her upper right arm; it’s a long, pale, grotesque thing that she received on that night. She hates it, not because its ugliness, but because it’ll always be there to remind of the day her brother died.

She never pays much mind to the kind of clothing she wore, or the style her hair was in. For the most part, she keeps her hair down or tied up in a high ponytail. She wears the usual clothing: on warm days, she dons a pair of jeans or shorts, along with a t-shirt or a tank top; and in cold weather, she usually wears a pair of jeans and a thick, hooded sweater. She has a small number of shoes, mostly gifts from her friends, but for the most part, she goes about her day wearing a pair of gray-and-black checkered Vans. Now, what she always carries around with her, no matter where she is (unless it’s a place that’s disagreeable with watches) is her brother’s silver pocket watch, complete with a chain. The easiest way to provoke her into punching someone in the face is by taking her watch . . . so long as they don’t threaten to destroy it first.

 

Personality: Alina, from a distance, may seem like a cold, indifferent person. She never really speaks. She smiles and laughs along with her friends, but for the most part, she doesn’t speak. It’s not that she doesn’t like to talk so much as she’s afraid to talk. She’s afraid of getting to know people, afraid of what they’ll think of her and how they’ll treat her. It probably has something to do with how her parents view and treat her. She grew up living in the largely cold atmosphere of her rather dysfunctional family, longing for any sign of affection from her parents. She practically received none. But instead of growing up to despise her parents, she ended up being afraid of them and constantly trying to win their acknowledgment. This practically defines her social abilities. Though she doesn’t really show it, she’s afraid of people. Afraid of how they’ll see her in their eyes. Afraid that they’ll reject her just like how her parents did. So in the end, she just keeps away from them. Her aloofness—or rather, her fear—got much, much worse after her brother died.

 

She is pretty adept at lying and extremely skilled when it comes to hiding her feelings. One could only expect that, considering she’s had years of practice. The only one who ever really understood her without her ever having to say a word was her brother, and now he’s gone, so there’s pretty much no one left around to understand her and share in her pain and her fears. At the same time, ever since he died, she pretty much stopped trying to hide her emotions away. She just wallowed in her own misery and ignored what everyone else had to say.

 

She’s quick-witted, armed with a sharp tongue, but whether or not she’ll actually have the guts to use it is the question. With people she’s familiar and comfortable with, she doesn’t exactly hold back, but when it comes to strangers or her parents for that matter, she could be mistaken to be dumb.

 

She enjoys playing the guitar, but she’s not that great at it, considering she learned secondhand from her friends and her brother. She’s smart, at least academically-wise. She also likes the mountains, because it’s always so quiet and peaceful there, away from civilization, away from people. It’s one of the only times she doesn’t have to be afraid.

 

She absolutely adores her dog, which technically wasn’t hers. Elak was a gift to her brother, but of course they considered him to be both of theirs and shared in the not so appealing responsibilities. After her brother died, one can often find her pouring all her feelings out onto Elak. It’s not much of a surprise, considering that she believes him to be the only output she has that won’t judge her for she’s feeling and thinking.

 

So, all in all, she’s just a coward. Though she does admit it, so you have to give her that much. After all, there are always those people who are too cowardly or too arrogant to admit they’re a coward.

 

History: Alina grew up in California for the majority of her childhood, in the mountainous region, not the coastal one, as most people tend to think of when they hear the word California. She originally had two siblings, a twin sister named Sorina and a brother named Fane. But Sorina died when they were only three, and as a result, Alina has no recollection of her twin. People often say her parents didn’t take Sorina’s death all too well, and they just “died” inside, in a sense. Or at least that’s what Fane used to say. Their parents never really paid much attention to them, and between the two of them, they always preferred Fane over Alina. One could say he was their favourite child. He probably was.

 

About three years ago, when Alina was thirteen, the whole family moved over to New York City, and Fane’s good ol’ friends decided to give them a little American eagle dog as some random farewell gift. (It was probably convenient for them considering one of his friends had a dog that had recently just had a litter of puppies). What was most surprising to Fane and Alina was that their parents actually let them keep the dog, and they named him Elak. Why? Who knows? They’re just weird like that.

 

During the winter break of 2009, Alina and her family took a trip back to her father’s hometown in Romania. It was her first trip since she was a wee little thing. The vacation actually went well, surprisingly. Fane and Alina got along well with their father’s side of the family. The only problem was that Alina didn’t understand most, if not all, of what everyone one was saying, and her brother had to translate everything for her until he eventually got tired of it and just stopped. Then, one night—December 31st—she and her brother decided to go for a walk out in the woods in the middle of the night on account of a dare or two. That little, immature dare left Alina with an ugly scar on her upper right arm and, even worse, the guilt of her brother’s death. The family found her unconscious in the snow with one arm gashed and bloody. They never found Fane’s body, but they found a patch of blood-stained snow.

 

Alina never told anyone what had happened that night. She became more frightened and withdrawn than she already was, and she refused to talk about it. You could call it depression if you want. It probably was just that. She never went to a psychologist or anything of the sort. Her parents never forced her. They sort fell into . . . well they were already in their own depression for as long as Alina could remember. It made no difference, really. They were all depressed, in their own different way.

Weaknesses:

↪ She has mood swings. A lot of them. Not the kind where she’s angry at one moment and then laughing at another. It’s more like . . . content and then suddenly turning depressed and gloomy. There are times when she actually starts randomly crying, which has caused some of her classmates to either dub her as bipolar or as a drama queen, neither of which is that great. Neither of them really helps with her whole “afraid of people” situation either.

 

↪ In spite of the fact that she packs a hard punch, she’s extremely unlikely to use it. She’s a coward, as you already know. Unless you piss her off somehow, she’s likely to just stand there and take the blow. And even if you did piss off her somehow, if you knew martial arts and any other fighting art, she’s as good as done.

 

↪ She can be controlled if anyone ever manages to get a hold of her brother’s pocket watch. It’s probably the cruelest and easiest way to manipulate her, if you can get it from her first. It’s pretty pathetic, really.

 

↪ We’ve already established this, but she’s a pathetic, practically worthless coward. She grew up being scared of people and of being rejected so much that she’s become a sort of introvert. The worst part would probably be that she hates herself for being a coward, especially after what happened with her brother, and so now, she does everything she can to not be that coward. That means if someone she didn’t know was being attacked and she was totally incapable of saving them, she would still try to help them because of that guilt that haunts her. So she’s not only cowardly but stupid as well.

Skills:

↪ She’s capable of bringing a man to tears with her punch. That’s how painful it is. Or how painful it would be if someone can get her to do it.

 

↪ She can fence pretty well, despite the fact that she learned it secondhand from her brother, who was the one who actually got the fencing lessons. Anyhow, at least that means she has some experience with a blade.

 

↪ She’s extremely adept at lying, which shouldn’t come as a surprise, considering she’s been lying for most of her life. Lying about her feelings, that is. But still, she’s good at lying, regardless what it is. She can easily spin up a believable web of lies within a few seconds, assuming she’s not distracted at the moment.

 

↪ She’s clever and quick-witted, armed with a sharp tongue, and is skilled at arguing and debating. That is, if she wants to. It doesn’t guarantee much anything, especially considering what kind of person she is.

Special Abilities: Mixed in with her Romanian blood is the blood of the Brannachvar, the “raven people.” As a result, on Midsummer’s eve, her blue-gray eyes darkened until they became pitch black, something disturbing to look at when looking her in the eyes. She has black, feathery wings sprouting from her back, though what is different about her is that the wings can sink back into her skin to form an elaborate tattoo. Her nails have grown longer and sharper, making it devastating for anyone she decides to claw or tear at, and she can understand what birds are singing of in their songs, and possibly answer to them. She’s actually pretty good at understanding and conversing in that language. However, she also fails at transforming, unable to keep the form of a raven for longer than five minutes. In this time, she is only able to fly short distances, and if she is in the air when her time is up, she will probably fall to her death, or at least break a couple of bones.

Unique Color: Darkred

Hiding this world’s true face Edited by Mangaholic

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Cute profile, Manga! :3 Love it.

 

I just thought I should pop in and say that I'll be busy again for the next week because of more exams. Yippee. Anyways. I know I said I'd finish the blurb, and I'll try, but expect me to poof for a week. >.<

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As an effort on getting mu butt back into the RP, here is a remake of my form.

 

 

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX『~Sophia Leis ~』

 

Gender : Female

 

Birthday : September 14, 1993

 

Age : 16

 

Court : Sea fearie

 

Appearance : Sophia is 5’4 tall and used to be rather simple in appearance. She had long light brown hair that reached near her waist that were very soft. Her skin always had a nice tan from her usually outdoors activities and her time spent in a pool. As the years passed, her hair started to have green lock appearing out of nowhere that usually located in the extremities of her hairs, sometime coloring all the way to her shoulders, while the rest started to have a faint blue highlight. Her skin gradually lost it's beautiful tan no matter what she tried, it even started to become rather dry and rough when she reached her 15 years. She has deep blue eyes.

 

After her transformation her hair became completely sea green colored with a darker blue shade, losing every brown colored part she had. They still look soft and silky though. As for her skin, it suffered the biggest change. Her skin became blue, pale blue at first, but now it is completely blue with a bit of green in it in some areas like her hands, foots, her back and her forehead. It did not stop there, she also grew scales everywhere, minus where her hair are. They are small scales similar to those of a fish, making her skin soft if you rub in the right way or very rough if you go against her scales.

 

Her way of dressing is a simple as her appearance. She usually wears a sleeveless T-shirt with a light jacket over it and a simple long skirt that reaches to half of her legs. She wears shorts underneath her skirt in order to move as she wish. You can often see her with a pale green headband in her hair, especially on windy days. She only wears clothing in any shade of blue or green.

 

Personality : Sophia is usually good-natured and will try to get to know people around her, but she can easily become angry when someone she does not know or not enough for her own standard gets a little bit too close to her or her things. Because of this, she has had a hard time getting any friends. Let's just say that she has a reputation of being a violent girl with a foul mouth, having gotten the habit of insulting and hitting those who trespassed in her personal bubble. As long as her space and private rooms are left untouched by others she does not approve of, she can be really nice and caring. Still, she has always loved water and everything related to it. Seeing it dirtied makes her furious. She cannot stand spicy food, even if it's just a bit spicy.

 

History : She is from a small city near the sea. She is the oldest child of her family having two little brothers of 13 and 12 years old, who have learned never to go into her room. Her parents are caring people who always did their best to get by and help their child in whatever activities they liked. While both of her brothers are soccer players playing in their school team, she, on the other side, has found herself a talent and a passion for swimming. Sophia has trained herself to be a good swimmer and entered many competitions. She has won her school competition four times in a row, but never gotten further than that. Her family used to go fishing by the sea often, though they have never went far from the coast, keeping it in sight not to get lost. Thank to all this time passed fishing with her family, she is good at fishing and knows how to steer a boat. Last year though, for reasons probably related to the many people that had disappeared in their area, they move to New York. She was thankful that they still lived near water though. Her father had taught them how to throw knives for fun, in order to have a little competition amongst the family members from time to time.

 

XXXXWeakness

 

XXXXXXXX~ She is a rather frail person. While she is not weak, hits tend to do much damage on her.

 

XXXXXXXX~ She often get in fights because of her temperament.

 

XXXXXXXX~ She has a lot of pride and does not work that well with others.

 

XXXXXXXX~ She has no sense of direction. She gets lost easily on land.

 

XXXXSkills

 

XXXXXXXX~ She is a really skilled swimmer.

 

XXXXXXXX~ Thanks to her good intuition, she has some pretty quick reflexes.

 

XXXXXXXX~ Thank to her swimming, she has a fair amount of stamina.

 

XXXXXXXX~ She has learned some Aikido and she's good at throwing knives.

 

Special abilities : Thank to her heritage she has control over water. Being a descendant of the kelpies, she has some limited transformation power and can take the form a greyish horse, as well as a charm ability that can lure unwary people to dangerous places.

 

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XXSkarx

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Thanks, Lily (:

That's fine. I may or may not poof again, too. I've learned not to promise anything anymore. I can't wait to see your blurb, though. :]

 

Skarx, I'm sorry for noticing the flaws right away, but you should probably fix the coding. Plus, you left out some parts of the profile at the bottom, which is probably because of the screwy coding. Also, do you mind skimming over it really quickly? There are some spelling/grammatical errors you might notice. >< Sorry!

I think of everyone, Sophia probably changed the most. O.o What with her scales and all.

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Darn... Stupid mistakes... and all... What did I miss? I"m confused with everything. AH!!! My abilities!

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You still have to fix your coding a bit, Skarx. The size changed for the weaknesses and skills, so you should fix that.

 

As for spelling mistakes, the main one I wanted to point out was that you spelled fearie instead of faerie. :P

 

Also, about the weaknesses, how does having a lot of pride affect one's ability to work with others? Sorry if the answer to that one is obvious. I have a bunch of things I need to finish right now (including homework) so I'm not really trying to think. ><

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She... tend to think SHE is right and can enter in confrontation when planning things and such. You could say she's very snobbish, but you know... that didn't change from the original one.

 

I'll fix the form soon.

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Here's my revamped profile that's essentially the same as my first one. X3 I just added a paragraph explaining what'd happened just before Midsummer's Day. Next, replying IC.

 

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Username: myahoo

 

Name: Mark Soliandra

 

Gender: Male

 

Birthday: December 8, 1993

 

Age: Sixteen

 

Court: Sea Court

 

Appearance: Mark stands at just about average, around 5’8’’, with slightly broad shoulders. He keeps his dark brown hair neatly above his shoulders, and although he has green-gray eyes, rarely is the light just right to bring out the green. Those eyes are almond-shaped, thanks to his mother, but sharp and wary. From his father, he gets his tanned skin and his character. He normally wears gray jeans, a dark shirt, and a pair of white tennis shoes. A silver necklace can be seen around his neck and he normally keeps the pendant under his shirt.

 

Personality: Normally, he likes to stick to the background and listen to people. Friendly, but not overly so, he’s more likely to make acquaintances than friends and he keeps his secrets just that: secret. He’s learned to be independent and self-sufficient, having had to take care of himself and his brother without his parents’ help for five years now. He is fiercely protective of his brother and the necklace he wears around his neck, and threatening either one is a sure way to ignite his anger. Although he doesn’t show it much, he does have a fiery temper, and if that fire turns to ice, he becomes ruthless.

 

On clear nights, he likes to sit on the roof of the orphanage he rooms at and stare up at the night sky as he thinks. It’s his favorite way to relax. The sound of the waves calms him, a leftover comfort from his time in San Francisco, and he loves just sitting with his brother. His trust is hard-earned and extremely difficult to earn twice. Any great offense given to him or his brother is remembered, and though it can be forgiven, it is never forgotten. Once a person earns his trust and loyalty, Mark will stick by their side through thick and thin. For the most part.

 

History: Mark was the first-born of a young couple living in San Francisco. His father was a businessman; his mother, a teacher. Due to his mother’s influence, he began learning some martial arts and he reluctantly allowed the teachers to guide him. Eventually, his parents allowed him to practice on his own, but he never really mastered any form. He taught himself how to swim and they visited the beach at least once a month. Swimming was a way to exercise and keep fit, but he loved trying to sneak around his neighborhood, just for fun.

 

When he turned seven, his parents decided to move to New York for a change in scenery. A year later, his brother, Jason, was born on April 9. Mark and Jason became very close, despite the age difference, and they started doing everything together. When Mark was eleven and Jason was three, their parents were reported to have died in a car crash. Mark and Jason witnessed the event, but they never contested the story.

 

Now without their parents, both were sent to an orphanage, where they continue to live to this day. Several families tried to adopt Jason alone, since he was younger and cuter, but they always brought him back the next day. Jason made sure that he acted messy, rude, unmanageable, and a general nuisance, so the families would let him go back to his brother. Since they moved, Mark takes care of Jason, while Jason’s presence reminds Mark to live in the present and not to dwell on the past.

 

Recently, Jason told Mark that he’d like to get adopted and have a new family. Mark was, understandably, shocked and hurt that his little brother didn’t want to be with him anymore, especially since they’d been so close. Jason reassured him that he’d keep in touch, that it wasn’t that he didn’t want to stay with Mark, but he wanted to experience other things that he would remember. Seeing that Jason was sure and wouldn’t change his mind, Mark went out the next day and bought two cell phones with the money he had, so that the two brothers could remain in contact. Jason even brought Mark to meet his adopted parents and, though they had been nice enough, Mark couldn’t help but dislike them for taking his brother away.

 

Weaknesses:

- Mark only makes decisions that benefit himself and/or his brother.

- If his fiery temper or his chilling ruthlessness is unleashed, he doesn’t stop his actions until the offender has suitably paid, by his standards.

- He doesn’t forgive easily and remembers offenses for a long time.

- He keeps his guard up around everyone, except around those whom he trusts.

 

Skills:

- He constantly keeps track of where people are, especially if he’s in or responsible for a group.

- Swimming and diving come naturally to him; he instinctively knows how best to propel himself in any direction.

- He is very good with children, due to large amounts of practice.

- When needed, he can be very patient, waiting without complaint for as long as he needs to.

 

Special Abilities: His ability to create fog is a direct result of his Pendukver blood. When he is in or around a body of water, he can cause fog to form above the water and hide him, while he escapes the situation or tries to turn it around. His fog can’t extend further than six feet in any direction and a strong breeze can disperse it. Besides that, he can’t do anything yet. He hasn't tapped into his Sea court abilities, either.

 

Unique Color: darkcyan

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Whoa! Sorry, I've been reaaally busy this past few weeks. I blame my history teacher. >< Hopefully, I'll have some time to do what I want to do over the weekend. I should . . . as long as my teachers don't decide to dump another assignment on us.

 

I should be fine though, I think, until Murder and Nessie figure something out for the Changelings. /is relieved

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I finally finished my long overdue blurb. I might tweak it a bit, but for the most part, it should be like this. Sorry if it happens to offend anyone in any way.

 

Once I get at least three or four, I'll start putting them up. Would it be easier for you guys to find the profiles if I put them in ABC order, or the same order I've been putting them in since now?

 

 

Alina Aderyn Tomescu XOX ♀♀ ||
InsecureXXXXDark CourtXXXX Guilt-ridden XXXX

They’ve always said, “Friends come and go, but family is forever.” I guess in a sense, it’s true for me. The only person who was ever actually there for me whenever I needed it was my brother. Sure, I’ve had friends. I’ve had plenty of friends. But there are always seems to be some sort of veil between us, so that none of them can really understand me. Maybe it’s my fault. Maybe I’m just too scared to share what I think with everyone, scared that I’ll be disowned, rejected, by them, just like how my parents seem to have rejected me. I was a coward, ever since I was a child. A coward. My brother was the only one I ever really opened up too, but maybe that was because he already knew everything before I ever said it. Don’t people say that if you know someone well enough, you can read their emotions just by looking at their face? That was the way it was with him. Even when I grew up and stopped crying and clinging to him, he could always read me, read me like an open book.

 

And then one day, even that much was taken from me. All I ever really had to cherish, to care for, taken from me like candy taken from a toddler. I knew life was cruel. I knew life was unfair, that it liked to mess with our heads and watch us cry. But I never thought it would do this to me. I never wanted this.

Did I ever say I hate God? Because I do. I hate Him with all my heart.

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XXMangaholic

 

 

 

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Same order. By court. ;]

 

Sorry I'm scarce. Papers have been insane, and I have a big test this Friday. Spring break next week, yay!

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fffffff Nessie wry do you have spring break when I end my spring break ;A;

 

Also here is blurb thing. I don't have time to look for the posts that go in the links (Mostly because I'm censorkip.gif* terrible at it. >_> Sorry. Blub.)

Breckin Avery Rothbridge XOX ♂♂ ||
Amicable✘✘✘✘Summer Court✘✘✘✘ Misanthropic ✘✘✘✘

He was grace.

Cloaked in the all encompassing threads of solemn despair, shining a beacon for those lost in the entangled tresses. Lackluster, pathetic. But he was all they had.

They would sometimes wonder how he stayed so impressively stoic. Never had they seen him shed a tear.

He bore the brunt of their punishments, treating them like badges.

They were all he had as well. One would never think that in the modern city, such a tumultuous land of warfare even existed. But no one spared them a passing glance. They were the filthy and the forgotten, everything wrong with the world. And the only way to cure anomaly was to destroy it.

“Never trust a man who can afford the clothes on his back.” He told them.

 

Where no one else could, they could see his wings. Rusted, broken. A fallen comrade of the gods he so adamantly detested. But not a single one had the love, or the patience, or the hope, to wait for the love of the supernatural.

Their only hope was the one more singlehandedly ruined than them all.

And yet, he held them all with a smile. They were the reason he was still alive. He treasured every last one of them, and it never really mattered any other way.

 

He who, in his short sixteen years, would climb the highest mountain just to punch God. Spiteful and serene. Vain and open hearted.

He was grace, and yet there was nothing further from it than he.

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✘✘MURDERcomplexx

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Kathy Olivia Carnday XOX ♀♀ ||
ForthrightXXXXThunder CourtXXXX Independent XXXX

I've always been alone. I've never felt the need for anyone else in my life. Not since then. Perhaps it's been too painful, and so I wrap myself in sweet, intoxicating lies. But the lies do not hurt; they are soothing and comforting, a much better prospective than facing the harsh reality of Truth, whose cacophonic whispers sting like the sharpest of needles, opening old wounds, exposing my deep weakness inside, leaving me to bleed… leaving me to die. Like how Mother left me. Though Mother also left me two precious gifts, they are not solace enough to dull the pain and ease the anguish, for it is deeply rooted within my hardening heart. I used to dream, but no longer. I no longer wish for someone to come and sweep me away, taking away with them all my hurt and tears; it is a childish dream, and I am anything but a child. I no longer cry, though nightmares haunt my sleeping hours. Many people thought to offer pity, but I scorn at them, for what is pity but useless words spoken without a second thought? They are worth nothing, and I am tired of always having to reply with a polite smile and meek gesture of appreciation. I've had enough.

 

Where I used to find joy and happiness in this darkening world, I now find suffering and despair. Yet I must still live, still put up an agonizing act each day, still go through a boorish routine, for the sole sake of society and appearance. I couldn't care less, but I have my two gifts to look after. For them I will suffer, for them I will endure, for them I will smile; for them only. I will breathe as long as they live, for they are now my everything. I need nothing more, and I want nothing more. As I continue to delude myself in my own web of deceit, I will move forward. Amor Vincit Omnia.

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XXlilyice

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People have been posting their blurbs. Guess I'll post mine as well.

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Danni Karenza XOX ♀♀ ||
LonerXXXXStormXXXX Blunt XXXX

Why did we have to move to New York? Our home in Britain was just fine. It was a lovely place in Caenarfon down by the water. There was a store near by, too. The weather was wonderful as well, especially sunny days with cool breezes that kept it from being too hot. But no, we had to move to a new country and live in some manky place called New York. The Americans are all bloody gits that aren't worth the time. If only dad hadn't needed to take that job. Sure, it may have been a better opportunity, but life in Britain is so much better than this murky place.

 

I don't want to interact with these people. My parents tell me to make friends, but I prefer the faceless relationships of users I meet at online forums. My grades are fine, I don't get in trouble, and I partake in an activity after school which teaches good values (the martial arts lessons). Why can't they just leave me alone?

 

Days are becoming redundant and lack-luster here in this city; I go to school, then lessons, then home. Repeat the next day. The only days that differ are Saturday and Sunday. Though, the only thing that changes is school and the time I leave the house. Ah, but this one girl who has the same Saturday lesson as me was trying to talk to me again. So when we sparred for practice, I decided to mop the floor with her. I doubt she'll be talking to me again. That's pretty much the only interesting thing that happened.

 

Why does everything have to be so mundane? My parents tell me to go hang out with friends but that's not possible because all of my friends are still back in the lush countryside of our hometown in Britain. I'll go for a walk. That'll at least get them to stop pestering me about all of this. I'll need to think of something else to do. Something to take away this boredom.

 

Where there's a will, there's a way. Who knew that could actually be true? One of those preppy girls, you know, the ones with an awesome figure and over achieves in everything, decided to share her opinion with me today during our lunch break. So, apparently I'm a good-for-nothing loser who has no true potential and will always come in last place as an idiot. Not being one to just sit there and take it, this preppy girl soon found her face in the dirt with her clothes as hair all messed up after I pinned her to the ground. If only her friends hadn't tattled by calling for help then and there I could have done something much more interesting. Unfortunately, a teacher pulled me off of her and I was sent to the principal's office. Parents were called, apologies were demanded but none received, and I was suspended. I spent most of the time keeping myself locked up in my room doing homework. It was just nice to see the girl avoid me when I returned to school.

 

In fact, most everyone avoided me even more than before. It used to be they just didn't notice me, but now it was as if I was some plaque that had to be avoided at all costs. At first, I thought it was great. But soon, I found it to be rather annoying. The world becomes quite the lonely place when no one is willing to talk with you face to face. The teachers were there, but they looked down upon me as some troublemaker so there was no point with them.

 

There was this one boy, and I don't know if he was just messed up in the head or really brave, but he was the first one to actually approach me as if I was a normal person. I was pretty sure he wasn't new at the school, yet there he was, calling out to me as I began to leave school grounds once the day was over. I thought he was crazy and just ignored him.

 

He was persistent though, and eventually I found myself walking off school grounds with him everyday.

 

I suppose New York wasn't as bad as I thought.

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XXKira1

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dry.gif I haven't disappeared....

 

I liked your idea about revamping or whatnot manga. Should I do one of these blurb things?

 

I stopped posting on these boards because people kept telling me I was spamming. but anyway... glad to see this rp is back

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