{ war } { l i t e r a t e } { accepting }

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amping. Soggy, damp grass. A gloomy oblivion of darkness and dark brooding oaks. A canopy of threatening, moaning leaves and claw-like branches. Tents blowing in the windy rain. But no. This year a group of teens will camp in an Australian Jungle with everything they have left. Why? I'll tell you everything, from the beginning. ‘’Mrs. Mikelson, we give you our condolences. The whole legion was hysterical when we found out an affiliate of the Eagle had died. She was a brilliant solider and a recognition to the team. She was slain in action, but her body is omitted. We will finance the memorial service along with the former five members of the Eagle team. There is none left. Our only chance of winning the war have now wretchedly deceased. Once again, we give you our condolences. I knew your daughter personally, and she was a immense credit.‘’ The solider then left, with vast mourning. ‘’N...noo. S..she c..ccant be..‘’ Mrs. Mikelson suppurated dreadfully, sobbing acrimoniously and her pallid features blemished with tears of melancholy and anguish. - The day of Protocol Lynx was upon them, and they were prepared. They were the definitive soliders, a superhuman, an Eagle. Six members, six influential members. Executed. Or were they? They set off at dawn, from the mountains. They clashed their way into the enemy territory, under intense and concentrated fire, to the command centre. Then abruptly they were executed while breaching the room. But that was a cover. They were saved and they awoke a week later. The whole Australia was infested with adversary troops, the entire of the rebels either killed or now hostages. The countries were afraid of the contrasting side of the war, so did not try and rebel in opposition to them, they just conceded on their customary lives. Only a diminutive group of people linger, but seven with the providence to thrive. They must use the deadly jungle of 'Hell' to their advantage. A month ago, they were a regular group of teenagers, but now they are fighting for freedom and survival, but will they be successful?-

Hell. Why is it called hell? There is no reason. This place is a simple picture of paradise. The rebel 'HQ' lies behind a waterfall, in a cavern. You can only acess this from the waterfall however. It is a sacrosanct meeting place, the waterfall. To be defined, in the wake of the waterfall in the bright cave where glittering jewels of water decorate the walls and puddles that form streams beneath your feet. It is the perfect picture of what one with an imaginative mind can call ‘Paradise’. 'Hell' in a whole is a Mountainous jungle, where no enemy would set foot in, so the rebels use this place as an advantage. Their is a point that they call 'the peak' as you can see the whole of the rebel camp without being spotted by the enemy themselves. The rebels must be careful where they set up their camps as they could be spotted. In the cities, they must be very catious as it is infested with enemies on patrol, aswell as helicopters and aircrafts and tanks. However there are several strongholds located in secret 'safe' houses in different cities and towns. The jungle has some snakes and plentiful prey.

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ules. - cussing. I don't want any major cussing in this role-play, but if you do swear, star out the vowels. You don't want a nine year old coming on chicken smoothie and asking what a b-tch was, would you? - decorative. you can use your own form, but decorate it as much as you can. use fontmeme, glitter graphics, small caps, song lyrics, quotes, favim, we heart it and information boxes to make it colourful and pretty. I would also like no occ. just post your forms as it keeps the thread looking neat and tidy. - this is not first come, first serve. the best form will get the space, and you cannot reserve. - forms. yes, you can use your own forms, but you need the following, name, gender, age, eagle or survivor, description, personality, love interest, belongings. personality should be a minimum of 5oo words and description a minimum of 2oo words. if you have read the rules, put your character's name backwards in black, font size 3 at the bottom of your form. - posting. long and deatailed. 6oo words minimum. use descriptive phrases and spell check. strong verbs and adjectives / adverbs to. please try and check your work before you post. writers block is no excuse for a small post that is less then 6oo words. if you break a rule, you get a strike, three strikes and you're out. - superhuman. the eagles are superhuman. they have two powers and a mutation of an animal. please include this fact. the survivor does not have a power or a mutation. plot. keep to the plot. seven teens are in the jungle planning to take over the army. they must destroy things and go into the city and break others out. the army is stationed in the circus / carnival area. they must try to raid there. please stick to the plot.

lots. There are seven slots in total. Six eagles, one survivor. You can apply for one character only. 1/3 female eagles taken. 0/3 male eagles taken. 0/1 male survivor taken. the characters and their basic information will go below.

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[eden .]

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"I don't
have any idea who
you are."

Eden Elizabeth Warsaw is her name, and caution is her game. Eden prefers animosity wherever possible. While her name is rather biblical Eden [nor her family in particular] is not religious, although she does believe in a god of some sort. Not just "the" god. Elizabeth comes from her great grandmother's name, who was in Russia when the Warsaw Pact was created during the Cold War. While her last name has little relation to the Soviet Union's equivalent of the NATO organization, it was an interesting connection that her parents decided to play on.

"Nineteen."

At nineteen years old, Eden was born about two months earlier than she should've, her predicted birth date being the 3rd of May. However, she was born on March 2nd, 1993. Her mother, completely off guard, tried to contact the hospital, who were skeptical of her claims that she had gone into labor two months early. They asked the nearby husband to make sure Eden wasn't born until they came. When they did, her mother insisted that she really couldn't move, but the paramedics were adamant. Eden was born while her mother was traversing down the stairs. You can bet that Eden is quite entertained by her surprise visit to the world.

"Now you
see, that's rather
uncalled for."

Her petite form is a dead giveaway to her gender, as well as her rather doe - ish eyes. She exudes a pixie - like aura, although perhaps it would be more like the pixie - queen instead of any old pixie. Eden has an odd authority about her that still holds a feminine quality. Her short hair might imply masculinity, but frankly as an avid feminist Eden couldn't care less about what gender haircuts imply.

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"I'm not
a tattoo fan, but
I do have a couple
of piercings."

Eden is strongly against tattoos, believing that marring yourself voluntarily with spikes that literally pump ink underneath your skin is pointless and not worth the time or money. Besides, she reasons, in a few decades the tattoo won't look half as good as it did when you first got it. And Eden loves her skin as it is, thank you, without some sort of graffiti on it. Eden has two piercings on her right ear -- one on the lobe and the other more in the upper part of the ear -- and another on the lobe of her left ear.

"It's short
and it's brown. It's
actually really
easy to take care
of this way."

A very nice and charming shade of chestnut, Eden enjoys keeping it smooth and sleek. She dislikes the sight of dull and matted hair. It makes her skin crawl. When she was younger she had longer hair, but after a while she thought she'd go for a new look, and with the encouragement with some of her more rebellious friends Eden got a new boyish cut. They were all convinced she'd look terrible, but Eden pleasantly surprised them all, rocking the new look. She's kept it like that ever since, and she's enjoying the ease of care it's giving her.

"Brown. I honestly
don't know what else
to tell you."

Her eyes are rather large and doe - like, especially for someone of her age. They are a pleasant shade of warm brown, a few shades lighter than her hair. In darker light her eyes may seem nearly black, or at the very least somewhat reminiscent of dark chocolate. Her eyebrows always had a rather interesting quirk that Eden always liked. Her eyes are usually filled with a rather polite interest. Perhaps it's because of the innocence they seem to convey, but her eyes usually portray Eden as smaller than she might be.

"Unspeakable
is what it is."

Standing at a rather embarrassing five feet and five inches [5'5''], Eden's height has always been an area she's been self - conscious of. Typically she tries to wear wedges and heels often, but of course she's still usually quite short compared to other people. What's more frustrating is that her mother is at least 5'8'', and her father nearly topping 6'. Her younger brother is already about five inches taller than her when he's three years younger than her.

"I'm actually
really close to the
target weight.
For my height,
of course."

Eden weighs a healthy 129 lbs. While that might seem like a lot, in reality the media is just feeding you the wrong idealistic weight. While you can't call Eden chunky [she's still a few pounds shy on the underweight side], she does have a healthy layer of fat on her. Everyone seems to think all fat is the Antichrist, but really it's just as unhealthy not to have any fat at all, as Eden knows well. Under her fat, Eden does have some muscle. It's not like she can judo - flip you against the wall, but she can throw a good heel punch.

"I don't think
I have much to complain
about ... except
for the height thing."

While her height might make her seem rather meek and small, rest assured Eden makes up for it in attitude. Eden's body language most often exudes confidence, her head always held high and her strides straightforward. Perhaps it's because her hair is so short, but Eden seemingly has a rather longer neck that lets off a rather royal aura. Her shoulders are narrow, accentuating her petite form, although they're not bony. Indeed, while Eden might be thin you can't really say she looks unhealthy. She's well toned from consistent exercise. She's got a healthy look about her, really.
Everything about her seems to be mini - sized. Her hands, feet, fingers, they're all small, like a fairy. Sometimes Eden appreciates her charm, and other times she's frustrated that she doesn't have that "mature" look.

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"I think for
the most part I'm
a pretty nice
gal."

Eden tends to enjoy her privacy. If she has no idea who you are, she's going to be pretty guarded against you. Then again, who wouldn't be towards a complete and total stranger? She's very practical in this respect, and takes great cares and pains to think things through. People will probably say that she overthinks things, and that's also probably true. It can become rather exasperating, at times, and it takes a lot to get Eden to leave her usual method of careful planning. As such, it also takes a lot to get Eden out of her comfort zone. Rarely will she ever stretch herself to try out new things when she feels perfectly satisfied with the things she has now. As a result, her horizons tend to be a bit narrow.

Eden dislikes being asked personal questions the more she doesn't know you. However, it's not because she has something scandalous to hide more so than she finds it rude that you had the gall to ask her in the first place. If she's known you for a while, and the subject comes up, sure, she'll talk about it. But if you come up to her and offer her a cup of coffee and ask her what her entire life story is, Eden will be rather offended. She takes manners and etiquette very seriously. Because of this, she might come off as stiff and a bit too polite. It may make others believe that she's got a pole up her butt all the time, but in reality Eden is just making sure she doesn't overstep a boundary. She likes to take things slow and carefully. Thus, Eden rarely lets her hair down and talk casually and intimately with anyone. In fact, she's hardly done that with her family. Perhaps it's because she never really felt the inherent need to depend on anyone.

Her careful planning all the time usually directly links to her pessimism which she really doesn't mean to have. Eden tends to plan for the worst because she figures that if she covers the most catastrophic scenario then all the other scenarios will be fine. Still, thinking in this sort of manner comes off as depressing to others, although Eden is really trying to be thorough.

While she has the capability to take care of herself and is a full - functioning adult, she does enjoy the presence of other people. She always feels joyful and happiest when she's talking in a crowd. You can most typically find a warm smile on her face while she's at a party. Her natural charisma tends to make her easy to talk to, although one might feel a bit restrained because of, once again, her etiquette.

You're almost never going to see Eden lose her temper and start flailing her arms around. She gets stern, yes, and adopts the voice of that of a parent to a misbehaving child when she feels wronged, but she's never going to throw a punch or start screaming at you. Eden finds that unbecoming and puts her in a negative light. She doesn't want to be remembered for the girl that started shouting in your face. Eden also tends to be rather serious, although if you make a good joke she'll let slide a chuckle. She's not one to pull a punch line, though. She uses common sense and is very down to earth. She finds herself to be the cool and level - headed one in a tough situation as she sifts through the details and problems while everyone else starts freaking out.

Though you don't see her pounding on the mayor's door and throwing rocks around, Eden is an active feminist. Before you raise up your hands and say "Oh, here we go", by Eden's definition being a feminist just means treating a girl -- essentially -- like a man. Give a girl the same job opportunities, let the girl open the door, let the girl pay for the dinner bill, let the girl play American football. Eden certainly doesn't have anything against men. In fact, she'd advocate for their equal rights if women are ever favored over men. This alludes to Eden's rather annoying moral compass that gets the better of her, sometimes.

The one time that Eden will almost never stop and think [if you had to chose only one exception] is when someone is in need of her help. Eden takes pride that she won't be a bystander in any sort of situation. Think of the regret she would feel later! Her short stature feeds some nervousness in most areas, but when push comes to shove Eden is capable of letting off a commanding aura that a principal would have over a first grader. When she's in this authoritative mode Eden feels ten inches taller, and her opposition seems to feel that way, too.

Eden has a stubborn streak about her, and her stance when dug in cannot be moved. She sticks to her plans and her beliefs to the very end, although it would be a tad too much to say she's arrogant. She hasn't deluded herself into thinking she's the best thing in the world since sliced bread, and she's certainly not. Eden's still working on graciously accepting criticism, however. Her royal aura sometimes bleeds into a royal ego.

"Not like
it's one you can't hear
everyday."

Her parents divorced when Eden was a young child of 11, her younger brother at the time being 8. It wasn't as if the parents were completely arguing all the time, the relationship becoming abusive or what not. Her mother and father were perfectly kind, honest people that just didn't love each other anymore. When she was younger Eden didn't understand what her parents were trying to say to her, and she put up quite a fit. Of course, that did little to improve the chances of staying in a marriage, and within a year her parents had separated. Now, after a few years of maturing, Eden admires her parents for recognizing that the spark they had faded and divorced before anything worse could escalate. She believes now that it was the smart thing to do.

Her mother got custody of her younger brother, whom Eden is still in close touch with, so Eden went to live with his father. It was strange not having a mother figure in the house, but to his credit Eden's father did the best that he could. While he was little help with some of the technical aspects, he tried to be a bit more lenient about going out with boys [he was naturally overprotective] and raised her with a steady but non - smothering hand. Her father in general was a pretty chill guy, but he had a nice strong sense of what he believed in, and he thought that Eden should as well. Thus, he often attacked her with multiple different questions over dinners every once in a while. Why this, why that, why not this? When she was younger Eden thought it pointless, but again, now that she's older, Eden appreciates her father's foresight.

✔ Men [straight]
✔ Gummies
✔ Alfredo Sauce
✔ Dan Brown
✔ Oreos
✔ Agatha Christie
✔ The Fray
✔ Nora Jones
✔ Bach
✔ Socializing
✔ Planning

✖ Onions
✖ Pickles
✖ Snakes
✖ Spiders
✖ Presumptuousness
✖ Arrogance
✖ Ignorance
✖ Rudeness
✖ Foreign Experiences
✖ Brahms
✖ Beethoven

"Not singing."

Eden regretfully has little artful talents. Her drawings are pitiful [although she's improved to the point where she can draw a stick figure with limbs of equal length] and her singing is the equivalent of a dying cat. She hasn't fooled herself into thinking that she can lead any sort of life on those. Her balance and flexibility, however, are quite good. If she had gone down a different path Eden may have been a talented dancer. As it is, she typically uses it where it occurs to her. Eden is also quite good at speed reading aloud, although strangely her internal reading isn't as fast.

"Yeah, I'm
an eagle. Why?"

Being an Eagle, Eden naturally is a good fighter, although of course she's clearly not the most burly of them all. In terms of powers, Eden is able to influence almost anyone to do almost anything using the power of her voice. When this power is engaged her influence affects the brain such that it's more compliant and in more of a trance. Of course, with rigorous training [and a bit of luck], her ability may not affect you. Her secondary power is complete mimicry of a voice or sound [including things like glass breaking, clanging metal, and a multitude of others]. She's basically useless if you shut her mouth. Her animal form is that of a long-tailed mockingbird

"Not really
searching, to tell you
the truth. Not the
most important
thing at the moment."

While Eden isn't completely against love and romance, she's not really actively searching for a partner at the moment. Besides, there are more important things to worry about than who she's going to go out with. However, if romance appears, it appears. Eden figures there's little she can do about that. Currently, however, she neither loves nor hates anyone.

"Nothing
of monetary value."

While she does have strong ties about family, she has little mementos to remind herself of them. It isn't like she's above carrying around charms or something of the like, it's just that in her life there's been nothing that occurs to her as a suitable reminder of the essence of her family or friends. She'd rather not purchase something because she feels that's superficial and not very metaphorical or symbolic, either.

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I'm on almost everyday for at least an hour or two. If I know I'll be gone I'll most likely PM you, unless it's like catastrophic that RPs are the least of my worries. FYI, this is about as pretty as I'll ever get. XD

Wasraw Htebazile Nede

[passion.]

May I join with a girl please? c:

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[passion.]

ѕнαу ℓуи ¢αѕѕι∂у

✘✘. never look back.

into the mirror.

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{ ғυll naмe }

"My name has many
origins on where it comes from.
You'll find out, eventually."

Shay Lyn Cassidy has about three different origins coming from her name. Shay is about 100% Irish. Through and through. It could also be a male name, and it could be spelt a different ways of, but in this case, Shay is used as a girls name, and spelt, well, the way it is. It describes the person as crazy and outgoing. Then, Lyn is also a female name. And the origin of is name is English, like, British. It describes the person as kind, lovable and funny. Last but not least, Cassidy is a male and female name. It is also an Enlgish (modern) name. It means clever and funny. Has dreams/hopes to be something great, not necessarily the main character of any show more the goofy, clumsy, funny yet usually favorite best friend to the main character. Shay doesn't have any nicknames. There isn't much you can do to such a short name. But her friends, did have something worked out for her. They call her 'Shayshay'.

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{ age }

" Eighteen. "

Shay was born on March 8, 1994. She was about three months earlier, causing her mother and father grief and worry that something was wrong. But nothing was out of the ordinary, or so they thought. Many babies come early, if they are ready. Many mothers survive this turmoil, if they are strong enough. But Shays mother was so fortunate. With only a mere half body supply of blood left in her frail body, Kristi Cassidy, Shays mother, died, on March 8, 1994 at 8:45 a.m. on a sunny Saturday, and one of the most happiest seasons of the year, spring. But, on this lovely day, with the sun just beginning to shine its rays on the heavens below, Kristi Cassidy died at age 28.

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{ gender }

" Obviously,
female. "

Well, predicting from her medical files and her feminine shape and appearance, she is a female, lady, girl, woman, whatever you would like to call her. Shay holds a charm when she meets anybody, enchanting thematic her kind, but could be cold as ice, eyes. Her hair, chest, and nimble fingers are the best giveaways to her feministism. ( I think that's a word xD)

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just a little deeper.

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{ вody мodιғιcaтιonѕ }

" I have a few
scars, tattoos
And some piercings. "

Shays parents were very strong Christians. But ever since the fateful Morning, that one morning where everything turned to hell, where Shay didn't this anything could get any worse, she went the other way. She got two tattoos, she got piercings, she got scars, but from multiple sources. It is all in the history, but I will list. Some here. Her father beat her, thinking and blaming Shay for her mothers death, and treated her with reminding scars. She has a belly button pierce, and her ears are pierced twice on each side. She also has two tattoos. One is the bible verse, Johns 3:16 on her right side, above the hip. Her other tattoo is a bird in flight on her wrist.

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{ нaιr }

"I have
dirty blond hair. "

Shay has dirty blond hair. It's a bit of a yellow tint with dark brown strikes underneath and throughout her hair. From past experiences of dyeing her hair, she finally settled with this. She was a natural blond, but from rude comments in being dumb, she went for dirty blond. It's not exactly a huge jump, but it's close. She usually doesn't brush it, for it waves and straightens itself. She likes the spelt-in look. It's usually just a little bit past her shoulders.

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{ eyeѕ }

"I have light
gray eyes. "

Shay has light gray eyes that sparkle in the sun. If they hit just the right angle, they turn a sparkle and almost look like a blind persons eyes. She can charm her way nto life with her eyes, but they could also turn as cold as the ice in Antartica when she is angry, furious, sad, mad, etc. But, at night, her eyes turn a deep gray. She was told in her medical files that while she was developing, her eyes had a junk DNA cord that caused her eyes to change depths of color. She was also told by relatives and friends, that gray eyes are a sign that that person has wisdom.

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{ weιgнт }

" I don't think
I'm too terribly fat..."

Shay is not too fat, but she's not the skinniest person either. She is approximately 125 pounds and 5 ounces. She works out daily in the gym, and with the other warriors she lifts weights, does little excercises, that got long way, and runs five miles every day. She has an evenly toned body from working out in the burning sun. She eats a fair diet, only vegetables and fruits, milk and water. With only an occasional treat from now and then.

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{ нeιgнт }

" I am medium
in height for most
teens my age. "

Shay is about 5 feet and 7 inches in height. Since she eats plenty of vegetables and fruits and only water and milk, she grows. She has only about an inch or two growth spurt each three weeks. But that's not bad. Shay sometimes wears heels, wedges, kitten heels, and shoes that have a bit of a heel on it, to make her appear much taller. But she rather likes to wear running shoes, sandals, or flats.

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a little personal.

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{ perѕonalιтy }

"Let's say
I have different
'stages' in my
personality. "

"I am a firecracker of emotions that will change at any given moment. Unlike the Bi Polar children, my moods change accordingly to the time it is set. I know the time and feel exactly when it will explode into rash violence, or turn into a giddy butterfly. My main three emotions are hard to take in. They can be the worst...for me. Although, I have very minor emotions also that pop up unexpectedly...well about unexpected as it can get for me, because I know when my mood will change and only sometimes to what it is.
The giddy mood is my most popular and famous mood. In this mood I become a fireball that dashes to one center of the world to the other--Not litterally c'mon!-- with so much energy I can barely understand. It takes about five seconds for my giddy mood to kick in and before it does, most likely I will get a bubble of happiness that blurrs through me.
So, i guess all you guys HAVE to know, i am a huge flirt. Yes, yes, even girls have to be. I can flirt with a bunch of guys, and maybe even one of them might fall hard for me. But please, don't get jealous, that's just stupid! I'm flirting, not falling for them! Get used to it! 
Though this mood is very favorable to myself, because I will most likely lose the friends I had made in that short amount of time due to the next mood change that might happen.
The quiet mode is the mood I obtain most of my for writing. I have enough quiet and serenity to get all the possible styles of poetry or novels I make in this time. This is my personal best for myself, because it gives me time to be...peaceful.  My parents are rich, so people often tease me abut that which is very annoying. That kinda gets me to get worked up, but I somehow manage to contain it. After my mother and faster died, I have kinda lost the money, so I live in a small apartment by myself.
When I get to the quiet stage however, what happens before that to signal what emotion I will have before I have it is a stab of utter pain. It peirces my stomach and makes me want to gag. It lasts for about sixty seconds before it dies and I become quiet. During this stage, if I were just in the 'giddy OMIGOSH' stage then I abandon the companions I had been around, but if it were the alternative and I had been in the outraged stage....I will break down and cry, possibly losing a chunk of my time to write before my mood would change.
The outraged stage I can go anywhere from yelling and screaming like a child who didn't get their way or chunking a chair in your direction. Before this stage I always get a thing on my mind to be mad about, even if I shouldn't be upset about it. Then I will start trembling and shaking all over before the mood hits me. I will then begin to yell at first at anyone in ear shot. I'm not the kind of person who is going to cry at any insult or punch, but I can cry at the most reasonably times.
 Usually before it ends I end up doing something truly bad even if it were just the yelling thickness. It would depend on how thick the anger truly is. Afterword, before my mood changes, I would drop down on the ground and go into utter shock where I am unable to move my body and I am almost paralized from doing anything. Even breathing. 
As stated above, I have other 'stages' or moods that I go through throughout the day, but I can't record ALL of them, so the major ones are stated from my experience of life. So, I guess I have a lot of moods. But it's puberty. Get with it."

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{ нιѕтory }

"It's rather
a complicated
story. "

"History is something I hate to talk about. It was a sunny day with the birds chirruping happily outside and the flowers in full bloom. It was a beautiful spring day, almost the end of the wonderful season, when Kristi Cassidy, my faithful mother, died, giving birth to me. A huge blood loss was the reason of her untimely death. It's one of the many causes of laboring mothers, and ours was no different. I guess it's just the will of Mother Nature. 
My father, greedy and rude, was infuriated, but also so deeply sorrowed. He couldn't bare to depart with my mother. And from the moment I let out a sharp cry, my first breath of the fresh, Mother Earth air, he hated me. Hated me with a hatred so rich, so deep, I didn't even think was possible.
The doctors did all they could to save my mother, but it was too late. Her hands went deathly cold and her eyes shut for the last time. The light of the soul of my lively mother went out forever. Her spirit forever left the earth plane and went up to the heavens of the earth. Her face and body grew a white so pale,she truly looked like a ghost. 
They knew she was dead, knew her soul had left her body and was on its way to heaven. They were just doing that stuff to make my father feel comforted, so he still had hope. . But it was no use. 
I grew up by myself, due to my fathers disgrace towards me. I didn't blame him. It was hard to deal with my mothers death, and never once seeing her kind, gentle face, was hard for me too. Imagine that, being born but never ever seeing your mothers face.
He acted like I was a nobody. Like I was invisible. I didn't mind that either. It was peaceful, and I was independent.
Until the nights where he was drunk. He would drink his insides out until he threw the bottle to the ground and blacked out. He would then wake up and vomit until he passed out again. It was horrifying. 
On nights where he woukdnt get sick or black out, he would muster up all the strength he had left in his soiled body and would whip me and beat me until I cried for mercy. 
I have the scars still, and could show you. They criss cross my arms like a constant reminder of my past. 
It was only then, on the fourth day of April, 1999 did he die. It was a peaceful Wednesday. I was at school and doing a writing essay in language arts class. I had my best friend, Matt beside me and we were passing notes about the new girl at the back of the class.
The handyman had burst through the room, carrying a huge, and I mean huge, bouquet of white roses with at least a dozen red cards and black cards embedded in between the roses petals and leaves. He slammed the bouquet down on my desk and enfolded me in his arms. We sat there, the handy man hugging my so tightly, then he let me go. He stroked my brown, almost black hair with tears in his eyes.
"Be strong" he had whispered to me that day.
I picked up the greeting card that had the least decorations on it. It read:
Shay Lynn Cassidy: I am so sorry for your loss. I hope you will be strong enough to live on your own. I  haven't been able to find a replacement guardian, but I have faith that you will be able to care for yourself. And again, I am so sorry. 
Then, i read farther down and gasped. I jumped up and the flowers crashed to the ground, making quite an explosion of glass and wet roses. But I didn't care. They were flowers, they died anyways.
The card had said, that my father got hit from a truck. He died of the accident. The causes?
Well, he had been at the local bar. His friends watched him drive off to make sure he was okay. They said he drank more than he usually did. He must've been falling alseep or yelling at somebody on the road to not notice the huge, Budweiser beer truck head straight towards him, horn blaring. He died instantly with the alcohol rushing through his veins and glass shards piercing his body.
I guess I got famous, living as the girl with absolutely so relatives or guardians, and I became rich. Everybody knew me, gave me donations. I thought it would be terrible, moving into a new mansion that the county payed for and living along for the rest of my life. But, I kinda of think things over sometimes, and, it's not so bad. I guess I can learn to live like this. But that was not the only thing.
I was born with, special, as you say, conditions. I had powers. I was told never to speak of them, and never to mention them. I figured, I could live strong with them, until the war hit. I was just a line teenager, plucked out of no where and plopped down in the middle of war. I trained, and trained, and trained, until I was fit enough to fight. And that's just what I did."

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{ lιĸeѕ }

"Too much"

☛ Singing
☛ Dancing
☛ Acting
☛ Shouting
☛ Cats
☛ Giraffes
☛ Snow Leopards
☛ The Beach
☛ Friends
☛ Shopping
☛ Shoes and Clothes
☛ Guys

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{ dιѕlιĸeѕ }

"Not much"

☚ Africa
☚ Pennies
☚ Tall grass
☚ Girly Girls
☚ Gay people
☚ old people
☚ soggy cereal
☚ Goth or Emo people
☚ Sluts
☚ Snotty people

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{ тalenтѕ }

"I'm quite
good at fighting. "

Shay is not that good at many things. Though her likes are dancing, singing, acting, doesn't mean she is good at them. But fighting is like her job, her hobby, her dream. She has balance, patience, and skill. She is fast in actions, quick to pull a knife, fast as lightning to pull a trigger, and you'll never see her fists and feet coming. She knows when to strike, where to strike and just the right amount of force.

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{ eagle }

"It's not that
special, or
awesome. "

Yes, Shay is an eagle. And with that, comes powers, responsibilities, and pride. She can fight, but moves swiftly, and quietly, like a shadow, as that compares to her shifting form. Shay can see into the future. It's not an extroadinary power, but it's defiantly unique. It's called Future. When in progress, her eyes turn a sort of, milky blue, those of a blind person. She stands ridgid still, so people could pick her pockets and she couldn't do a thing about it. Just stand there stone still. Shay can see a range of future. Not past. Her secondary power is Sight. This means she can see people's emotions. Yeah, it's a bit creepy, but what can ya do? What happens, is she focuses on that one persons emotions, then she transfers into their mind. But she can't read thoughts. Only emotions. Shays animal form is a lynx."

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{ love ιnтereѕтѕ }

"Hmm,
let me see. "

Shay can have a variety of men to choose from, but she picks to be single. You have way more prevliages when your not being held down by some nagging guy. But, it would be nice to have a nice gentleman crushing on you, or holding your hand in the darkest of times, whispering in your ear, ' it's going to be okay'. Yeah, that would be nice...

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{ вelongιngѕ }

"Things
That are special
To me"

What Shay has brought with her into war, are only a few measly things. One, a gold, rusted shut locket that her mother was going to give her on her sixteenth birthday. Shay had found it in the upstairs attic. But, it doesn't open, but there's nothing to look at anyways, no pictures inside. She wears it constantly around her neck. Two, a camoflage Swiss Army pocket knife. She got it at a drugstore one day, and kept it with her since.

ydissac nyl yahs

[diamonds;;]

BUMP

[passion.]

Ami accepted, Swallow? ))