S i n s and V i r t u e s {semi lit +} {O p e n}

[~Erica~]

{alright, thanks for letting me know Tbow. Angeljoyeuse I think we'll probably start as soon as you finish up your characters}

[~Erica~]

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[PapaRoachFan]

The Basics
Username: PapaRoachFan
Name: Katarina Esabelle Páll
Age: 19 years
Gender: female
Virtue: Chasity
Birthday: October 24th
Nationality: American of Hungarian and Russian descent
Languages Spoken: English (though heavily accented by Russian accent), Russian, and a tiny bit of Spanish.
Occupation: Sophomore in college and works at a diner in her hometown.

Hair color: Deep brown but sometimes looks black low light.
Eye color: A deep bronze/gold color.
Skin tone: Tanned white.
Height: Five foot five inches.
Weight: About 124 lbs.
Body modifications: She has two set of ear piercings.
Description: Katarina is a fairly tall girl with an average size body with a slight muscled tone. Her hair is a deep brown, lays to about her mid back, a little wavy with some volume, and is fairly thick. Her nose is straight, lips full, cheekbones slightly defined, her skin clear and soft, and eyes that will keep your attention due to their unusual color of a goldish-brown color.

Personality:
History:
Power: She can tell when people have conflicts with one another or if people are friends and/or more. (able to see people's bonds/conflicts)
Dreams: To be able to live in society without having any kind of stressful problems dealing with people's issues.

Orientation: Straight as an arrow. "Sorry girls..."
Family: Foster parents. Biological mom died during childbirth and biological dad left not long after finding out Cheyenne's mom was pregnant with her. No siblings.
Status: Single and looking for friendship though she is normally viewed as a social outcast...
Likes: ~Nature
~Chocolate
~Music
~Reading/Books
~Animals
~Keeping to herself
~Staying outta the spotlight
Dislikes: ~Rude people
~Arrogant people
~Loud people
~Being shoved into the center of attention
Favorite quote:
“I'd rather hate you for everything you are
Than ever love you for something you are not
I'd rather you hate me for everything I am
Than have you love me for something that I can't"
~Five Finger Death Punch~
Theme song: When You're Young by Three Doors Down.

--Mainly finished. Just have to do personality and history but don't have enough muse at the moment.--

[Gene]

[[ Hiya! D'you think I could join with my character as Pride? ]]

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| | Basic Information

• full name :: "My name is Avery Kyle Moore, but only cops who pull me over for speeding call me that."
• nickname :: "I reckon Avery's not really a nickname, but that's what everyone calls me."
• age :: "I'm nineteen, which is a shame because having to sneak around to get alcohol is getting a bit annoying."
• gender :: "I'm a bloke...I'm sure you can tell. I've been told I'm a beauty when it comes to blokes, in fact."
• sexuality :: "Straight. I've never been anything else, and that's never going to change."
• birth date :: "The world became a better place on July 18, 1993."
• sin :: "Look, I'm confident about myself. There's nothing wrong with that. But, if you insist, I guess you'd say that I'm Pride."
• power :: "I have the ability to notice when someone is lying to me. That being so, I can say with certainty that no one was ever lying to me when they said I was the most spunky man they've ever seen before."
• nationality :: "I'm white. Caucasian. I'm an Aussie."
• languages spoken :: "I speak English (my Australian accent present) and I know a little bit in French and Spanish. But, then who doesn't?"

| | Looking In the Mirror

• height :: "Last time I checked, I was 6'1."
• weight :: "I'm somewhere around 175 pounds."
• distinctive features :: "I get compliments on my eyes a lot, so I guess they're a 'distinctive feature'."
• hair color / length :: "My hair's really dark brown and it's short, like every other respectable bloke's hair."
• eye color :: "My eyes are light blue."
• body type :: "I'd like to say that I'm a muscular beast, but I'm probably just average."
• body modifications :: "No piercings. I've got a really small tattoo on my right wrist that says 'these eyes have seen hell', though."
• full physical description :: Avery is a rather average young man when it comes to how he is built. He has slim hips that his jeans fit low on and shoulders just shy of being called broad. Due to his regular trips to the gym, he has well-toned abdominal and arm muscles, which he likes to flaunt whenever he has a chance and to whoever might let him. Besides his muscles, he is in very good physical shape, as he takes care of himself well. When he isn't slouching or leaning coolly against something, he stands at just over six feet tall and on his head is a well-cared-for scalp of hair that is such a dark brown it's almost black.

He usually styles his hair so that it looks intentionally messy, as if he had just gotten up from his bed to get to wherever he is and would much rather still be asleep because no one is worth his time. His complexion is smooth and untouched by acne, scars, freckles, or facial hair (because he always keeps himself clean-shaven unless the need arises to leave some stubble shadowing his face), and set underneath a pair of prominent eyebrows are two light blue eyes that seem to quietly demand attention as they stand out against his dark hair. They seek other eyes out and hold them, looking into them so deeply that they often leave others feeling uncomfortable.

Avery's clothes vary little from day to day because he sees himself as so handsome that he doesn't need to put much effort into what he wears. More often than not, he can be seen wearing black converse shoes, jeans, a T-shirt, and his expensive leather jacket that he prizes. He'll wear less casual garments if the need arises (so, basically, when he has to make an impression on adults), but that's about as spontaneous as his clothing choice gets. If there's one thing you can count on Avery for, it's that he will always try very little to look good and somehow pull it off.

| | Underneath the (Good-looking) Outside

• history :: Avery was born into a wealthy family, but not a particularly happy one. Soon after his mother got pregnant, she realized how horrible of a man his father was. She was suddenly and acutely aware of all of his flaws and she wondered why she ever said yes when he asked her to marry him, or why he asked in the first place. He certainly didn't seem to love her; he'd smacked her more than once. But she didn't leave him. She knew how controlling he could be and she was scared that, if he found her again, he might hurt her. Not only that, but she needed his money in order to survive and make something of her son.

Immediately after Avery was born, his mother tried to teach him right from wrong and lead him away from bad influences like his father, but it was hard for her to do that. She was constantly under the watchful eye of her husband, who made sure she wasn't corrupting his son. Not to mention all of the attention she was getting from important members of the community who liked to gossip about everything she did, as she was the odd one out. She was the one who came from the United States, not born in Australia like the rest of them. She was the one that talked funny and did weird things.

Despite Avery's mother's different personalities when she was around him (they changed based on who was present), he always knew who she really was. She was kind, gentle, patient, funny, and always seemed to find a way to make things better. He grew exceptionally close to her, much to the displeasure of his father, who would've liked an exact replica of himself. But all good things must come to an end.

Under more pressure than ever before, what with Avery becoming increasingly more obviously attached to her and not his father, his mother made a mistake and accidentally embarrassed his father at a formal dinner. Having had just a little bit too much to drink, his father's rage burned like no other and he beat his wife without restraint. Avery was present the entire time, hiding underneath the bed with wide eyes while his mother gradually began to weaken and finally no longer resisted. Her cries silenced and, realizing that he might have a murder on his hands if he didn't come up with a story fast, Avery's father raced her to the hospital, claiming that they'd been attacked on their way home. Because of his status, no one questioned him.

Avery's mother died soon after. The doctors were unsure if it was due to internal bleeding, her various head injuries, or both. But either way, Avery was alone now, and filled with grief and guilt because he'd done nothing. It didn't take him very long to decide that he had to call the police and tell them exactly what had happened. But his father caught him and stopped him before the ringing on the other end stopped. His father hit him more than once and forced him into a closet for two and a half days without food or water, swearing to his son that he would kill him if he ever told anyone the truth and if he didn't act just as he should.

Knowing that his father had always wanted a son just like him, Avery did his very best to mimic his father's action to prevent a repeat of the event. It didn't take long for him to lose himself in the persona, for him to turn into what he is today. His father moved them to the United States when Avery was eleven and he continued keeping up the act that had suddenly turned into reality.
• personality :: Avery is, in short, a prideful person. He flaunts his wealth, fortune, and secrets, oftentimes toying with people by mentioning something confidential and then backtracking, not telling them even though he still has a knowing smile on his lips, effectively annoying them. He finds amusement in their frustration, simply rubbing it in their face that he knows or has something that they don't. Showing off is his strong suit and reveling in the attention that it gets him is what he lives for. Receiving compliments and being at the receiving end of jealousy are like drugs to him, drugs that he could not live without.

Avery a charmer that draws people in, purely with the intent to bring himself pleasure in knowing that he can. He likes to know that he is dominant over others and can indirectly control their choices by verbally manipulating them. He has probably told more lies in his life than he's told truths and he does so without so much as a blink of an eye. He is always on the hunt for different people to pursue in order to trick them and prove to himself even more that he is the best of the best.

As easily as he pulls people closer, he can push them away and he does so for the fun of it. To him, it's like the grand finale, the fruits of his hard labor, and he pushes people until they completely shatter before him. He enjoys knowing that he has that kind of power over people. Once the time comes, he can drop the charming facade and instantly turn into the harsh and perceptive person that had always been trying to break through, using those two traits to hurt people. He does it again and again and everyone knows his reputation, but very few can resist when he sets his sight on them.

Avery believes with everything he has that life should be purely fun. Obviously, he doesn't really make life fun for those that he chooses to destroy, but it definitely entertains him. He likes to attend parties and drink, doing things that other people in their right minds would never do, simply because he believes that sometimes, you don't get a second chance to do something. He lives in the moment, not caring that he might end up lonely when he gets older and realizes that his entire life has been a mistake.

It doesn't help Avery's awful personality that he is denied very little. His father, being very wealthy, gives him almost anything he might want - mostly just to make sure that he keeps quiet about what happened nine years ago. Avery has good connections and has the ability to pull strings because of his father's status and the facade he keeps up with the adults as the perfect, model child.

However, there is something hidden beneath Avery's actions - a reason for his madness. Over the years, he's grown to enjoy pushing people away, but it wasn't like that at first. When he first started out, he did it simply so that there wasn't anything or anyone that could be taken away from him like his mother had been. It was a defense mechanism that kicked in and hasn't gone away, only it's transformed into something that he can't control.
• rαɴdoм ғαcт(ѕ) :: Plays the guitar | Has never had a serious relationship | Smokes cigars
• lιĸeѕ :: Getting compliments | Parties | Alcohol | Money | Showing off
• dιѕlιĸeѕ :: Being ignored | Not getting what he wants | Ugly people | Poor people
• ѕтreɴɢтнѕ :: Charming | Persistent | Well-informed
• ғlαwѕ :: Prideful | Distrustful | Ignorant to emotions
• ғeαrѕ :: Darkness | Tight spaces | Getting close to anyone | His father
• тнeмe ѕoɴɢ :: Love In America by JTX

| | Social Life

• family :: "My mother is dead. My father is Andrew Jacob Moore, the richest guy I know."
• friends :: "Everyone knows me and I know everyone. There's people who hate me and people who are worth nothing to me and all the others I'll hang out with. No one's my friend, exactly. More like people that have potential for success."
• crush :: "No girl I've met so far is worthy of me."
• significant other :: "Significant other? Why would I need a significant other when I have me?"

[Placebo Effect]

((I'm sorry I'm too busy to deal with any more characters than Akira-Chie at the moment, can I just get rid of the other two for now please?))

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name :: ĸaelanι jaѕon candor
gender :: мale
sexual orientation :: вιѕeхυal
age :: ѕevenтeen
birth date :: ѕepтeмвer 3 1994

nationality :: вrιтιѕн
skin tone :: warм
complexion :: ѕlιgнтly ғrecĸled
eyes :: alмond вrown
hair :: dυѕĸy вlonde
height :: 5 ғeeт 10 ιncнeѕ
weight :: 170 poυndѕ
body type :: lean, тoned
distinctive features :: eхpreѕѕιve eyeѕ, ғrecĸleѕ
physical description :: нιѕ нeιgнт ιѕ aвoυт average ғor нιѕ age, and average weιgнт. тнere ιѕ noтнιng very ѕpecιal aвoυт нιм. нιѕ eyeѕ are a color тнaт ιѕ ѕlιgнтly oғғ norмal, an alмond вrown wιтн ғlecĸѕ oғ gold тнaт alмoѕт ѕeeм тo мove aroυnd wιтнιn нιѕ ιrιѕ. ғor мoѕт people, eyeѕ are ѕoмeтнιng eaѕιly read, вυт ғor нιм, нe can тell yoυ anyтнιng wιтн нιѕ eyeѕ- and aт мoѕт тιмeѕ, тнoѕe тнιngѕ are lιeѕ. нe coммυnιcaтeѕ нιѕ eмoтιonѕ and тнoυgнтѕ мore ѕιlenтly тнroυgн нιѕ eхpreѕѕιon and нιѕ eyeѕ тнan мoѕт мen ever learn тo do. нιѕ нaιr ιѕ a dυѕĸy вlonde, darĸ aт тнe rooтѕ and lιgнтenѕ тo тнe end, cυrlιng ѕlιgнтly aroυnd нιѕ earѕ. wнen ιт'ѕ ѕнorтer, нe lιĸeѕ тo ѕpιĸe ιт, an wнen ιт'ѕ longer нe нaѕ ѕιde ѕwepт вangѕ and alwayѕ wearѕ a ѕlιgнтly тoυѕled, ѕleepy appearance. ĸaelanι ιѕ evenly мυѕcled, noт тoo мυcн вυт enoυgн тo вe noтιceaвle. мoѕт тιмeѕ, нe looĸѕ lιĸe a ѕυrғer, wιтн нιѕ вeacнy нaιr and oυтғιт. aт nearly all тιмeѕ, ĸaelanι нaѕ a playғυl looĸ aвoυт нιм, вυт wнen нe wanтѕ тo, нe can вe rυggedly нandѕoмe aѕ well. мoѕт dayѕ нe'ѕ clean-ѕнaven and вoyιѕн, вυт wнen нe leтѕ a ѕнadow crawl acroѕѕ нιѕ ғace, ĸaelanι pυllѕ oғғ a coмpleтely ѕυlтry and ѕeхy looĸ - eѕpecιally wнen нιѕ вrιтιѕн accenтed ιѕ added on тop oғ тнe plaтe. вoтн looĸѕ нe wearѕ wιтн an υnмaтcнed conғιdence. нιѕ lιpѕ are тнe мaιn тнιng тнaт ĸaelanι deѕpιѕeѕ. нe тнιnĸѕ тнey woυld вe вeттer ѕυιтed on a woмan, and ѕιnce, alтнoυgн нe ιѕ вιѕeхυal, нe ιѕ very мaѕcυlιne, нe wιѕнeѕ -and нaѕ wιѕнed ғor a very long тιмe- тнaт тнey woυld ѕoмeнow geт тнιnner. тнe oтнer тнιng тнaт нe dιѕlιĸeѕ aвoυт нιмѕelғ are нιѕ ғrecĸleѕ. нe woυld never adмιт ιт тo anyone, вυт wнen нe waѕ yoυnger нe тrιed тo υѕe мaĸe-υp тo cover тнeм υp. ιт ѕιмply led тo an older woмan тo тell нιм тo тaĸe нιѕ нead oυт oғ тнe ғloυr poт, wнaтever тнaт мean. нιѕ cнeeĸѕ нadn'т вeen тнaт wнιтe.

sin :: lυѕт
ability :: нιѕ ѕĸιn prodυceѕ a ѕoғт golden ѕυвѕтance тнaт acтѕ aѕ a drυg on тнoѕe aroυnd нιм, ιғ тнey coмe ιn conтacт wιтн ιт.
likes ::
-ѕυnlιgнт

-cнocolaтe
-accenтѕ
-вlonde нaιr
-ғιre
-вooĸѕ
-мoney
-ғood
-aттenтιon
-adrenalιne
dislikes ::
-lonelιneѕѕ
-ѕιcĸneѕѕ
-cold
-вeιng dιrтy
-ιѕolaтιon
-coυgнιng
-вeιng ιgnored
-нιѕ ғrecĸleѕ
flaws ::
-нιѕ ιnѕecυrιтy
-нιѕ aвιlιтy тo нιde all oғ нιѕ eмoтιonѕ
-нιѕ conғιdence
-нιѕ мenтal 'wall'
strengths ::
-нιѕ aвιlιтy тo нιde all oғ нιѕ eмoтιonѕ
-нιѕ pнyѕιcal ѕтrengтн
-нιѕ good looĸѕ
-нιѕ logιc
-нιѕ accenт
languages :: only englιѕн
stereotype :: rιcн calιғornιan ĸιd
personality :: on тнe oυтѕιde, ĸaelanι ιѕ a pιcтυre oғ perғecтιon. нe ιѕ calм, нe ιѕ cenтered, everyтнιng нe ѕayѕ ιѕ ιn a ѕoғт, вeaυтιғυl drawl тнaт ѕeeмѕ тo lυre people тo нιм. нe ιѕ pнyѕιcally aттracтιve, нe ιѕ conғιdenт, нe valυeѕ everyone and everyтнιng ғor wнaт тнey are and wнaт тнey repreѕenт. on тнe ιnѕιde, тнeѕe тнιngѕ were eιтнer learned тнe нard way, or lιeѕ.

ĸaelanι ιѕ тнe ғarтнeѕт ғroм a cenтered perѕon aѕ ѕoмeone can вe. нιѕ ѕecreт ιѕ тнaт нe ѕιмply doeѕ noт care wнeтнer aвoυт мoѕт тнιngѕ. ѕυre, нe pυтѕ on a ѕнow lιĸe нe careѕ, вυт тнere ιѕ a wall тнere. нe ғeelѕ everyтнιng everyone elѕe ғeelѕ, pнyѕιcally aт leaѕт...вυт noт eмoтιonally. тнe only eмoтιonѕ тнaт нe ғeelѕ are anger and ѕadneѕѕ, тнe negaтιve oneѕ. тнe reѕт ιѕ jυѕт a ѕнow ғor тнe aυdιenceѕ вeneғιт. тнe only pleaѕυre тнaт нe geтѕ ιѕ pнyѕιcal pleaѕυre, wнιcн can lead тo ѕeveral qυeѕтιonaвle, тo pυт ιт lιgнтly, acтιvιтιeѕ. ĸaelanι wanтѕ тo lιve нιѕ lιғe тo тнe ғυlleѕт, вecaυѕe, ғor тнe вeттer parт oғ wнaт cнιldнood нe reмeмвerѕ, нe waѕ cυт oғғ and aвoυт тo dιe. тнe ѕad тнιng aвoυт тнaт ιѕ тнaт нe doeѕn'т lιve нιѕ lιғe.

нe ιѕ an acтor ιn нιѕ own lιғe. ĸaelanι ιѕ aware oғ тнaт ѕoмeтιмeѕ, and oтнer тιмeѕ, нe geтѕ ѕo loѕт ιn тнe acт тнaт нe doeѕn'т reмeмвer тнaт нe really ιѕn'т нappy. тнaт нe'ѕ тнe мoѕт мιѕeraвle eхcυѕe ғor нappy. нe lιĸeѕ тнe aттenтιon вecaυѕe нe wanтѕ тo ғeel apprecιaтed ғor ѕoмeтнιng тнaт нe ιѕ, вυт ιnѕтead ιт worĸѕ qυιтe тнe oppoѕιтe. нe ιѕ apprecιaтed ғor ѕoмeтнιng тнaт нe ιѕ noт. нe can вe deѕтrυcтιve and ғoolιѕн вecaυѕe oғ тнeѕe тнιngѕ. ĸaelanι ιѕ all aвoυт тнe rυѕн oғ тнιngѕ, нe woυld jυмp oғғ a clιғғ jυѕт тo geт тнe nυмвneѕѕ тo go away. every ѕмιle тнaт нe ғlaѕнeѕ aт a randoм paѕѕerвy, вe ιт a gιrl or a вoy, or a woмan or a мan, ιѕ jυѕт a вeaυтιғυl ғalѕιтy.

ѕoмeтιмeѕ, wнen ĸaelanι ιѕ alone, нe тнιnĸѕ aвoυт deeper тнιngѕ. нe тнιnĸѕ aвoυт ιғ тнere really ιѕ a god...and тнoѕe тнoυgнтѕ lead тo тнoυgнтѕ ѕιмιlar тo: wнaт тнe нell waѕ wrong wιтн нιм? нe тнιnĸѕ aвoυт нιмѕelғ aѕ нe ιѕ, wнen нe ιѕ alone. ѕιмply an acтor ιn ѕoмe вιzarre мovιe. нιѕ мaιn тнoυgнт wнen all oғ тнιѕ coмeѕ тo тнe ѕυrғace oғ нιѕ вraιn ιѕ; wнoever wroтe мy ѕcrιpт ιѕ a тwιѕтed мadмan. ĸaelanι ιѕn'т тнe relιgιoυѕ тype, and нe doυвтѕ нe wιll ever вelιeve, вυт ѕoмeтιмeѕ ιт ғeelѕ nιce тo pιn all oғ нιѕ proвleмѕ on one ғιgυre, and god ιѕ a popυlar cнoιce ғor тнe тeenager. нe doeѕn'т ѕтop тo тнιnĸ тнaт тнe perѕon тнaт rυιned нιѕ lιғe waѕ proвaвly нιѕ ғaтнer, ғor ѕleepιng wιтн нιѕ мoтнer ιn тнe ғιrѕт place and вrιngιng нιм ιnтo тнe world. deѕpιтe тнιѕ, ĸaelanι never really conѕιderѕ deaтн aѕ an opтιon. мayвe ιт'ѕ вecaυѕe нe ιѕ тoo ѕcared oғ ιт, and мayвe ιт'ѕ jυѕт вecaυѕe ѕoмe parт ιnѕιde oғ нιм ĸnowѕ тнere ιѕ ѕoмeтнιng тo вe ѕalvaged and тнaт нe ѕнoυld lιve.

ĸaelanι lιĸeѕ тo ѕave тнιngѕ. ιт ιѕ proвaвly нιѕ ιnner ѕυвconѕcιoυѕ тнιnĸιng тнaт ιғ нe can'т ѕave нιмѕelғ, нe'd вeттer ѕave everyone elѕe. нe appearѕ тo valυe everyone, вecaυѕe нe ѕтandѕ υp ғor wнaт нe тнιnĸѕ ιѕ rιgнт and wнaт мaĸeѕ ѕenѕe. нe ιѕ a very logιcal perѕon. мoѕт oғ wнaт мaĸeѕ ѕenѕe ιѕ тнe power oғ ѕoмeone'ѕ valυeѕ. ιт doeѕn'т мaттer ιғ нe looĸѕ aт valυeѕ, тнoυgн, вecaυѕe нe нιмѕelғ ιѕ a ѕιn. нe waѕ creaтed wιтн ѕιn and raιѕed ιn ιт. тнere ιѕ noтнιng тнaт can ѕalvage a ѕoυl мeanт ғor нell, eѕpecιally ιғ тнaт ѕoυl doeѕn'т вelιeve. вelιeve тнaт нe ѕнoυld do тнe rιgнт тнιng, тнaт нe ѕнoυldn'т lιe away нιѕ lιғe.

dreams :: ĸaelanι'ѕ dreaмѕ are alwayѕ нazy. тнey revolve aroυnd тнe вaѕιc concepт oғ вeιng loѕт, вυт ιт ιѕn'т a nιgнтмare. ιт ιѕn'т even a ғear oғ нιѕ. нe ιѕ alwayѕ wanderιng тнroυgн нιѕ dreaмland, a мιѕт ιѕ ѕeттlιng over everyтнιng. ιт ιѕ вlacĸ, poѕѕιвly dιѕeaѕed, вυт нe walĸѕ тнroυgн ιт, нe вreaтнѕ ιт, and нe doeѕn'т geт нυrт. тнere ιѕ never anyone elѕe ιn нιѕ dreaмѕ, вυт тнey are ѕтιll real тo тнe poιnт oғ вeιng ғrιgнтenιng. нe can alwayѕ ғeel тнe roυgнneѕѕ oғ paveмenт вeneaтн нιѕ вare ғeeт, and нe can alwayѕ нear нιѕ вreaтн, and нιѕ нearтвeaт- wнιcн are вoтн qυιcĸer тнan norмal. ĸaelanι alwayѕ ĸnowѕ тнaт ѕoмewнere, oυт тнere, тнere нaѕ тo вe ѕoмeone тнaт нe ĸnowѕ, or ѕoмeone aт leaѕт, вυт нe can'т ғιnd тнeм. all нe can ѕee ιѕ тнe conѕтanтly мovιng darĸneѕѕ. нe can never нear anyтнιng вυт нιмѕelғ. aѕ ғar aѕ нe ĸnowѕ, тнe ѕтrange dreaмѕcape never coмeѕ тo an end.

history :: нιѕ нιѕтory ιѕn'т тroυвled, вυт ιт ιѕn'т all ғlowerѕ and raιnвowѕ eιтнer. нe waѕ вorn oυт oғ wedlocĸ тo a very yoυng мoтнer, wнo qυιтe нoneѕтly, dιdn'т ĸnow wнaт тo do wιтн нιм. no one eхpecтed нer тo, eιтнer. ѕнe waѕ only ғoυrтeen, нardly even a тeenager. aт тнe тιмe, нer ғaмιly waѕ ѕтrυgglιng, and тнey coυld нardly aғғord тo pυт ғood on тнe тaвle, leт alone ғeed тнeιr daυgнтer'ѕ newвorn вaвy вoy and нιѕ мιnυтeѕ-yoυnger lιттle ѕιѕтer. нιм and нιѕ ѕιѕтer were тwιnѕ, and тнey nearly ĸιlled lea aѕleιgн, нιѕ мoтнer. ғor ѕoмe reaѕon, тнe ғaмιly мanaged тo нave jυѕт enoυgн тo ĸeep тнe gιrl, вυт noт enoυgн ғor нιм. ĸaelanι waѕ ѕenт тo нιѕ ғaтнer, wнo waѕ ѕevenтeen aт тнe тιмe. jacoв candor'ѕ ғaмιly waѕ rιcн, and doιng very well ғor тнeмѕelveѕ ιn тнeιr own мanѕιon. нιѕ мoтнer, along wιтн тнe all oғ тнe нoυѕeнold ѕтaғғ were qυιтe тaĸen вy тнe lιттle вυndle and coυldn'т leт нιм go, no мaттer нow мυcн dιѕdaιn jacoв нad ғor нιѕ ѕon. ĸaelanι grew υp υnderneaтн нιѕ grandмoтнer'ѕ wιng, wнo waѕ wιdowed wнen нe waѕ тнree yearѕ old. нe doeѕn'т really reмeмвer нιѕ grandғaтнer.

wнen нe waѕ ѕιх, jacoв decιded тo мove тo aмerιca and тry тo вυιld ѕoмeтнιng oғ a lιғe ғor нιмѕelғ. вy now, ĸaelanι'ѕ мoтнer waѕ reмarrιed -ѕнe нad вeen мarrιed once вeғore- and ѕнe мade нer new нυѕвand тaĸe нer laѕт naмe, laυgнaвly. wнen тнey goт тo aмerιca, тнey ѕeттled ιn new yorĸ. jacoв мeт a yoυng woмan тнaт ѕoon вecaмe нιѕ ѕecreтary, вy тнe naмe oғ aмelιa wнιтney. ѕнe waѕ a preттy yoυng тнιng, aвoυт ғιve yearѕ yoυnger тнan jacoв, вυт wнo really cared? noт long aғтer тнaт, aмelιa вroĸe υp wιтн нer вoyғrιend and accepтed jacoв'ѕ propoѕal oғ мarrιage. тнe тwo oғ тнeм leғт тo нoneyмoon ιn ѕoυтн aмerιca, ѕendιng ĸaelanι вacĸ тo вrιтaιn тo ѕтay wιтн нιѕ мoтнer ғor a тιмe. нe waѕ only eιgнт, ѕo нe waѕ qυιтe ιgnoranт тo тнe world, and dιdn'т ĸnow тнaт нιѕ вeloved ғaтнer waѕ acтυally тryιng тo вe rιd oғ нιм. ĸaelanι вoarded тнe plane and never ѕaw jacoв agaιn.

нe dιdn'т ĸnow нow вad тнe earтн нad тυrned υnтιl нe мoved вacĸ тo aмerιca wιтн нιѕ мoтнer an нιѕ ѕтepғaтнer. wнen нe waѕ yoυnger, нe waѕ ιgnoranт. нιѕ eyeѕ were opened тo all oғ тнιѕ wнen нe waѕ ғιғтeen. deѕтrυcтιon, cнaoѕ, everyтнιng вad ιn тнe world. нιѕ parenтѕ were ĸιnd, вυт нιѕ мoтнer waѕ overworĸed and нιѕ ѕтepғaтнer waѕ a υѕeleѕѕ drυnĸ. noт aвυѕιve, or anyтнιng oғ тнe lιĸe, jυѕт υѕeleѕѕ. нιѕ мoтнer coυldn'т ѕυpporт тнeм and тнey very nearly ended υp on тнe ѕтreeтѕ, υnтιl ĸaelanι вegan ѕтealιng. ιт вarely ĸepт тнe ғaмιly'ѕ нead aвove тнe waтer. ѕιcĸneѕѕ plagυed тнeιr ғaмιly, ѕo dιd мalnυтrιтιon. ĸaelanι'ѕ нalғ-ѕιѕтer eммa roѕe dιed wнen ѕнe waѕ only a ғew мonтнѕ old ғroм ѕтarvaтιon, or ѕιcĸneѕѕ, or a мιх вeтween тнe тwo. нe waѕ ѕenт вacĸ тo нιѕ now very rιcн ғaтнer and waѕ paмpered, per ѕe. wнenever нe wanтed anyтнιng ғroм нιѕ ғaтнer, нe goт a cнecĸвooĸ. even ιғ wнaт нe wanтed waѕ a ғew ĸιnd wordѕ. ĸaelanι ιѕ ѕcarred, вυт нe нιѕ нιѕтory ιѕ ѕυrely noтнιng coмpared тнe тнe мιllιonѕ oυт тнere тнaт нave jυѕт aѕ dιғғιcυlт lιveѕ, or worѕe.

mother :: lea мarιe aѕleιgн
father :: jacoв joнnaтнan candor
siblings :: ѕyмpнony rae aѕleιgн, laυra тaylor candor, вryan jacoв candor, eммa roѕe aѕleιgн
other family :: gaвe rυdolғ aѕleιgн (ѕтepғaтнer), aмelιa ѕυroυgн candor (ѕтepмoтнer)

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[~Erica~]

{Yes Angeljoyeuse that's fine, everyone accepted. Paparoach looks good so far ^^}

[Gene]

[[ Do you have any idea when we'll start? Not trying to be annoying, I'm just wondering because I'm going to be on vacation Thursday-Sunday and I want to have an idea which day I should make a good effort to get on and get a post in. XD ]]

[~Erica~]

{I've been meaning to start soon, I just want to finish up my second character and then we'll do so. I should be done soon, but I haven't yet garnered the time between posting for some of my other rps and real life. But soon, we'll definitely start soon}

[~Erica~]

"They're all here then?"
Matthew nodded as he glanced over at his commander, the one who'd started this all.
"Yes all have arrived commander." he replied in a crisp tone. "The girl, Zoe-Erika person was the last one in. She got here yesterday morning."
The commander nodded. "Good, good. We'll give them a little while to settle in and meet each other I think before we get started testing."
"Yes commander, of course." Matthew agreed. It wasn't like he could say no now was it. There was nothing objectionable about that idea.
"Wonderful. Contact me again in two days at 0900 hours. That should be plenty of time for them all to at least meet."
Matthew nodded and the hologram of his commander faded away. Matthew sighed softly and glanced back at the monitor for a moment. All of the rooms, except for the bedrooms were monitored. It was a safety precaution though why it was taken Matthew wasn't quite sure. There was no way out of this place and the only way off the island was by either boat or helicopter. And he knew for a fact that there were none anywhere on this island. The commander had made sure of that.

Virtue: Charity
Feeling: Confused
With: No one
Crush: heck no

Erika glanced around herself with wide confused eyes. How she was in control right now she wasn't quite sure, usually it was Zoe who was in control, not her. She had found the library though and was moving quietly through the large room, running her fingers along the spines of the books.

What was this place and why was she here? More testing, and strange talks with people because of her disorder? Because of the fact that she and Zoe could correspond inside their head. Was that it? But she had seen other people here. Was it... was it because of her, her power? But she had never told anyone about that. No one. Only Zoe knew, and the other girl had her own power. Erika couldn't use hers, and Zoe couldn't use Erika's. It was an odd relationship that barely worked.

Erika moved around the corner of the book case and moved quietly to a chair that rested in the corner. She ran a hand lightly across the soft fabric it was cushioned in, it was a dark black velvet she realized. Whoever owned this place must be very, very rich. She sat down in the chair slowly and closed her eyes feeling sun coming through the window. It was warm and the sun was making her drowsy and comfortable. She curled up in the chair with a soft yawn. She snuggled up more comfortably, but felt unable to drift off to sleep. She was to anxious about what exactly she and all these other people were here for. Why? For what purpose. She had no idea.

{eh I don't have the muse to do Sef too right now, but anyways feel free to start}