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[Noel]

You're not alone...

Since you were ten, you realized what everyone was beginning to see as well; you were not normal. It was deemed to merely be ADHD, dyslexia, bipolarity, schizophrenia, or something of the sort; your mind was not that of a typical human. While your sanity deteriorated though, you began to see you were different in other ways; you could do things no one else could. The animals in your backward obeyed your whims maybe, or the fire from candles followed your hand when you moved it, perhaps you could always hit harder then anyone your age should ever be able to. You tried to hide it, you failed. You fled your home.

People who want to take control of your abilities are after you, apparently you carry, along with the powers, a energy that if harnessed could power weapons beyond what any country has. Obviously, you're not fond of the idea of being taken. You had to run from your home, maybe even your country. When all seemed lost though, they appeared. They might have been old friends, or just someone you always seemed to see in the background. They are Protectors. They don't say where they came from, what they can do, often even who they are. But when they approached you, killing all directly on your trail, their purpose was clear; whoever it is will let no harm come to you.

Protectors are fighters straight from hell, one might say. They can send grown adults flying, although they look like slim teenagers. They move faster then human limbs surely should be able to manage, without difficultly. No normal human can stand against them. They say that they will save you. That is all you need to know.

[Noel]

About Affected
You've lost everything, and even your sanity is slipping away...

Being Affected comes in stages, each Stage lasting a few months. Everyone starts at One, most stop at Three.

Stage One: This is the beginning stage, and often goes unnoticed. The Affected's abilities will be slight and they will have little to no control over it; a flame might waver as they walk by, perhaps a cat will leave the room when asked, or they'll suddenly hear the thoughts of someone next to them for a few brief moments. The powers are not constant and will come and go. The mind of the child starts becoming unstable; their emotional reactions are overdone and they'll often be slightly paranoid, and be more scared of things then normal for them. Often their mental deterioration and powers are mistaken for bipolarity and tricks of the light.

Stage Two: Usually the Affected reaches Stage Two after a few months of Stage One. At this point it's far harder to for the child to hide their ability; it's stronger and they have control over it and use it more often. A fire controller could bend an existing flame through the air or even conjure one out of thin air. A telekinetic could bring objects the size of a chair flying through the air. Their mental state worsens, leaving them more paranoid, fearful, bipolar, and often with slight schizophrenia. Most of the children flee their homes, unable to hide everything.

Stage Three: After a few months of Stage Two, Affected reach Stage Three. Their mental decline usually involves paranoia, moodswings, a lack of common sense, often schizophrenia, and strong emotional reactions. While they loose their sanity though, their powers are stronger then ever. The firecontroller example can burn a couch to ashes in a few minutes, while the telekinetic could lift the same couch through the air and send it flying. By Stage Three, it is incredibly hard for an Affected to survive without a protector; they are unable to think clearly and fend off the government at the same time. No Stage Threes are still living a normal life. They can almost completely control their powers at this point, and it's rarely irregular.

Stage Four: Most Affected stop developing at Stage Three, but about 30% move onto Stage Four. Their insanity and powers both start growing at much faster. Stage Fours are very unstable mentally, one minute laughing psychotically, the next attacking someone with their bare hands. They often complain of hearing and seeing things no one else can, and their minds are disoriented and unsure what to do. Their powers have increased; a psychic could hear every thought within a half mile or more, a person with mermaid like abilities could swim at speeds normally only reached by fast whales. It's tiring, but powerful. A confirmed Stage Four will be marked by the government as 'Stop Alive or Dead'; between their instability and strength they're incredible threats. Good luck, Protectors.

Stage Five: Not many reach Stage Four, and far fewer reach Five, thankfully. Stage Five Affected are a paranoid mess, almost incapable of rational thought. They think everything is out to get them, and they're almost always schizophrenic. Their mood swings are horrible, and don't need a trigger to occur. Many Stage Fives die, not including the ones killed by the government; they'll be too distracted by their own mind and walk off a cliff, or kill themselves to avoid being in the hands of imaginary enemies their paranoid minds created.Their powers though, are horrifying. The fire-controller would only need a few minutes to light a building aflame, from afar. A person who could control animals could bring every living thing in a forest to their call, rising an army if wanted. An illusion creator could convince a group of people they're somewhere completely different. Many Protectors give up in their minds at this point.

About Protectors
Can you throw away your old life and give your new one to someone else...?

You're like the Affected, and yet you're not. All of your powers are the same; incredibly heightened strength, speed, reflexes, and senses. Even your intelligence got a bit of a boost. And yet you're not the same. You aren't going insane, you're not unstable at all unless you were before. But, there's another thing. You should be dead.
Every last one of you was rounded up in one week.All of you were to be killed. But a single group was smuggled out... by a thirteen year old girl.
She saved you. You don't know her name. She is a Stage Five Affected who keeps her mind in control through powerful drugs. Her power is the ability to kill anyone she has touched at any point in her life. And when she was freeing you, she touched your hand at least once. She could kill you at any time.
She has a job for you. You'll be paid, she'll try to help. But she'll kill you if you don't do it.
Find an Affected. Someone you knew preferably. Protect them at all costs. She does not want any more of them dying.

[Noel]

Out of RP rules:
1. All of Tess' rules, of course.
2. No more then two characters without asking me first.
3. No Stage Four or Fives without PMing me first.
4. The only way to reserve a spot is to post a WIP form with a good bit of it done. Members of the Semi-literate+ Rpers Club have exceptions.
5. Please try to keep the amount of protectors/affected even, I don't care if genders are uneven unless it gets ridiculous.

In RP Rules:

1. High semi-lit. I want two long paragraphs minimum.
2. Anyone higher then Stage Two will be on the run for sure.
3. Affected of Stage Three or higher will probably already know their Protector.

[Noel]

Form!
Points to you if you use your own and not my bad one. xD

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Characters:

Affected: Not accepting anymore!
Stradia(Tempest) Black - Three - tide.
Abel Maria Avis - High Four- Preposterous
Skye Briht - High Four- Kiro & Hikari
Brett Grace Chance - Three? - Abbeydawn
Rose El Lamore - High Four - Snow911
Ethan Cipriani - Three- glittermousebb
Skye Hollie Mckenzie Hari - Low Three - -orcid -WIP?

Protectors: Accepting no more!
Kanen Jack Evergreen - Snow911
Jamie Kurone - Kiro & Hikari
Brandon - glittermousebb
Miyako Momo Fugimoto -RockPath101
Ryuu Shin Himura -RockPath101
Mamoru(Oni) - BloodyCrystal56
Xertath Lam Cooper - Cobri

Protected by:
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Only two are paired up right now, more to come. ^^"

[Noel]

Protector

Username:

Name: James Kurone
Nickname: Jamie
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Orientation: Bisexual

Description: Jamie is a small boy, slim and short, good for sneaking around but not the type for hand-to-hand-combat. His legs are long but the rest of him remains small, leaving him able to run surprisingly fast. His hair is a red-brown and eternally fluffy and refused to flatten down and partially shadows his face, and his eyes are just a plain flat brown. With a pale brown skin color, he doesn't stand out much. Clothes are simple to him; a coat, simple shirt, and pants. Oh, just look at the picture so I don't have to write this out again after loosing it Friday. xD
Height: 5'5
Weight: 115 pounds

Personality: Jamie is a strange one. He's not quite normal, although of course he doesn't have the mental issues of an Affected. He's incredibly independent, having lived on the streets for seven years. For the reason he's not good around large groups of people, and depending on someone is a terrifying prospect to him. Whenever he can, Jamie likes to do everything alone, or undisturbed. He usually thinks that he does better alone anyways, as his ability to work with others is all but nonexistent and he finds it annoying.
Jamie tries to be nice, not that he's good at it. He's naturally cheery, although mostly when alone or with close friends. He'll laugh at easy enough things, and his default mode is calm, slightly cheery but not suspicious or angry. While he's in a good mood, it's very hard to shake him from it, in an almost creepy way. Being a thief, Jamie taught himself to remain calm in almost all situations, and that has stuck even after nearly being killed and becoming a Protector. Even when he's trying to kill someone and filled with rage, his face is calm and his mind is clear. However, while he is calm, he's also prone to not trusting even his friends. It's not that he's overly suspicious, but he would never entrust anyone with his things or count on them for anything, trusting only himself with what he wants to keep and wants to get done.
He's quiet and polite, behind that face always plotting. There's always something to steal, something new to do, some way to get ahead of those after him. He can think up away out of almost every situation, a skill that has become very useful.
History?: Jamie would have given a lot to have had a normal life, but that was not to be. Even before he became a Protector, Jamie would not have had a simple life. His parents didn't want him or couldn't keep him, apparently; Jamie was abandoned on the doorstep of a foster home when he was just a few days old. He was taken in, living with four other similarly abandoned children for the nine years. His foster parents never did anything to him, but it's not like they were particularly caring either. And Jamie greatly disliked it, always feeling out of place, even though at the time he was no different from the other children.
The feeling grew day after day, for years. At age nine, Jamie took a few hundred dollars from various neighbors, and fled his home. He wasn't caught, and no one really went searching for the lost, parent-less boy. Jamie was fine with that, and he soon realized that he was not the only child who ran from their home. In the lower streets of the city there were plenty of runaways who had grouped together, working together to stay alive. Jamie was welcomed by them, and through the years, he became a talented thief. Stealing things came naturally to him, and his life stayed the same until when he turned fifteen. Then though, Jamie realized that he was moving faster, running quicker then he should be able to, hitting harder then his small form should be able to manage. For a while he blamed it on getting older, but soon it was too much to be normal, and people were noticing. Jamie didn't have the sense to run. When the government started searching for his kind, Jamie foolishly thought he was safe, hidden in the slums. Other street-children sold him out for money, as he should have realized they would do, being the poorest people in society. Dragged off unconscious, Jamie was caught with the others like him and was going to be killed. However, he was one of the lucky ones, smuggled away by her.
Jamie doesn't want to protect anyone, he wants to go back to his old life on the streets. But it's not like he has much of a choice.

Strength/skills: Stealth/stealing/sneaking around: Jamie could easily have been an amazing thief if not for being a Protector.
Weaknesses/Fears: Jamie is small and stealthy, leaving him without the height and weight useful for fighting off enemies. Hes also on the sickly end of things because of immune deficiency.

Affected

Username:

Name: Skye Briht
Nickname: Skye
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Orientation: Homosexual
Stage: Late Four

Description: I'll make one eventually, but I wrote out a long one that was lost with all of Friday. There's a picture, please stay with me. ;-;
Height: 5'6
Weight: 110

Personality: Skye in unstable, to say the least. Maybe three years ago he could have been sane, but his descent into madness was fast and effective, and there's little to no trace left of the old, unaffected him. Occasionally, on a very good day with nothing at all to trigger a moodswing, a very calm day that's neither hot or cold, windy or wet, Skye will revert back for a few minutes, seemingly a normal child. But since only a few hours a year are like that, it's best to classify him as 'crazy'.
Skye doesn't just dislike people, but it's not quite like he hates them. That he hates being near them is a better way of putting it, while he just dislikes people themselves. Naturally, Skye is incredibly anti-social, avoiding civilization itself when he can. As a result of living on his own in a forest, only going towards people when he needed food or warmth, and from his mental deterioration as a result of becoming an Affected, Skye became feral. He will literally snarl when people go near him, half-crouched, eyes wild. If it's a stranger or someone he doesn't like, Skye will even claw at them with his bare hands or attack them with a rock, though more often with the powers he has. On a better day, he'll merely remain incredibly suspicious of them, doing his best to get away.
Skye was one of few who didn't receive anger issues as a result of becoming Affected. If anything, he doesn't like fighting. However, he does it. Skye is beyond paranoid. Everyone is an enemy unless he's known them for years. Someone is always trying to kill him in his mind, every footstep could be leading him into a trap. Therefor, every stranger is a threat and must be immediately attacked for his own safety.
His mood swings constantly, one minute psychotically happy, and the next he can easily in a deep fit of depression. When alone, Skye is a very cheery boy indeed. He'll laugh and play with animals and inanimate objects, joyful because there's nothing else. He's never bored, and always distracted by something random. He lost common sense awhile ago, and he doesn't think about what he's doing. Hell pick up a burning hot piece of food or walk across a shaky branch without noticing the danger until it's too late. He's almost childish in his ignorance, and terrifyingly wild in his actions.
And while he would never admit it, scared of strangers and all, Skye is lonely. He's scared beyond people he doesn't know, and doesn't like being near ever people he can stand, which number dangerously few, yet craving another human presence. Humans like to talk; all Skye has is trees and other species. He wants someone, anyone, to not be afraid of and just be... there. And not bother him when he doesn't want to be near.

History?: Skye lived for fourteen years before he showed any sign of being an Affected. His parents were simple folk, who were busy with five children, the fourth of which was Skye. His three older siblings(two girls, one boy) were similar; work and school kept them busy, and Skye was alright with that. His younger brother was busy in his own little world trailing his parents and whatever animals that he found in the yard, which Skye also didn't mind. From the start, he liked to be alone. He would find a quiet spot somewhere in his busy home and sit there for hours, bringing with him a book or handheld video game.
Skye lived far inland, where it was warm most of the year and never became truly 'cold' and there wasn't much water to be found, so his abilities were slow to be noticed, even by him. All of Stage One was missed by his parents and himself. Skye retreated a bit further from people, hiding himself and not liking to talk. He grew to detest heights as well, but he was a young teen; most of his behavior was considered normal. But time passed, and he reached Stage Two.

Maybe, maybe he could have stayed unknown during Stage Two as well, not realizing it then either. But instead his parents had saved money, and decided to take the family on a trip. Up north, towards the great lakes, in winter. Skye had originally been excited, unable to wait to finally see snow. He had packed hurriedly, actually making himself go near his large family to talk about it and prepare. When they arrived, Skye had immediately run out into the snow. It rose like a storm around him, but thankfully it was a windy day and it went unnoticed.
It was the boat's fault, really. With the great lakes so close, and it's not like they froze being so big, his parents decided to take them on a boat out onto the water. It began to snow about two hours in, and while they turned towards shore, the wind made their return slow. Skye wasn't cold, for reasons he didn't know. But he loved it, until he was angered. His family and himself weren't the only ones on the boat, it was a large thing. There was a group of teenage boys, about five years older then Skye at the time. Being a small boy who was avoiding the crowd, he was a perfect target for mischief, if what they did could be classified as mischief.

They surrounded him. Skye was nearly a Stage Three at the time, having remained remarkably sane up till that point he hadn't stood out much. It started with the usual teasing and pokes, which with four siblings Skye was used to, though that was worse. Then they started getting rougher, pushing him around, taunting him. Skye didn't like people. he didn't like talking, he hated strangers; he tried to get away as fast as he could. One boy grabbed his arm, holding him there while they mocked his fear, their pushes becoming blows that would leave bruises, forcing him to the ground. Skye broke down, utterly hating being near such a crowd of boys who refused to let him go. The snow and ice around him rose up, making a miniature hailstorm blow around him. Immediately his tormentors panicked, throwing him away from them. With the boat slippery from ice and rocking from wind, Skye tumbled right over the railing, off the edge, and into the frozen water below.

Skye could swim, but the water was freezing. He should have dropped like a stone. Instead though, after a moment the water beneath him froze and rose up, dropping him back on the boat. He had been in the bone-chilling water a few moments too long though and was unconscious by the time he hit the deck. Only a few saw, but they were shocked, and they were enough. Some thought it was God for sure, but one lone person knew of Affected.
Skye was brought home, only half-aware of what happened. Later that day, the government came. They spoke to him, saying he had great abilities, that they could 'help' him with his mental problems. Then they hinted that they wanted to use him. They thought the area they chose for this meeting was water-less, they were wrong. There were pipes inside the walls, that Skye promptly broke when trying to escape, flooding the whole building.
Running as far away as he could, Skye understood the truth. He was a miniature monster. Thankfully, one of his symptoms was a deep dislike for people, and pure hatred for crowds or cities. He lived on the streets of small towns, fleeing into a forest every night to stay there. Skye became feral, but being far away from society kept him from being found even after he has become a Stage Four. But Skye knows he can't control himself anymore, he can't even think straight. He unconsciously makes puddles, rain, snow, and ice follow him, flying through the air in directions far from normal. He's been attacking people without realizing. Soon enough, he will be caught. His mental decline has shown no sign of slowing, and he's been marked as almost guaranteed to reach Stage Five, and therefor to be terminated as soon as possible. Little does he know that, after two long and frightful years on the streets, help is finally coming.



Power: Water control. It's more like ice-control to be exact, since he's better with it the colder it is. Ice moves to his command, controlled by hand motions and thoughts combined. It works with water as well, though not as well. It grows colder the longer he controls it, so if he's moving a glass of water, after awhile it will freeze. The air around him grows cold as well, since there's water in it. Being a late Stage Four, he's powerful. He can make pipes burst, or a pool freeze solid, in just a few moments. It exhausts him, but he can do it.
Symptoms: Severe paranoia, unable to think clearly, cripplingly afraid of heights, twitching and occasional spasm, and he hears voices that don't belong to anyone, that often tell him to hurt people. While he didn't become violent, his mind broke down. Skye simply cannot take any sort of emotion without severely overreacting. When he's sad, he's near suicidal. When he's happy, its psychotic. When he does get angry...
A severe lack of common sense also plays in; Skye doesn't think twice before walking blindly into a street.

[rose;]

Nevermind ^^"
I don't think I'm gonna be able to join after all /:

[diamonds;;]

{ ( please reserve me a level one affected and a protector

Affected

Username:
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Name:
Skye Hollie Mckenzie Hart
Nickname:
Hart or Kenzi
Age:
Ten
Gender:
Female
Orientation:
Straight
Stage:
Low three.

Description:
Emotive eyes of a colour so pacific blue, an iris of pure and lustful sapphire and flecks turquoise show all emotions that lead to her soul, and when at her most devious and deceitful and light up like a solar system of blue stars that glitter and are most radiant at night, when the moonlight’s chaste emission shines down and filters through clouds to reach her face and grant more than pools of colour, a full view of feelings and a whole story that is to end in an unknown path of fate, complemented by long and graceful eye-lashed that are accented by a rimming of black giving to an almost innocent appearance that could fool a man without a word being spoken, and striking blonde, almost considered as light as a star in a galaxy, with highlights of fair brown streaks and under layers of a pale brown as sun rarely ever reaches the very bottom layer of thick locks of gold and curls of bronze that falls freely and nicely to halfway down her back, thickness fading as it reaches the ends which is sometimes tied pack with wavy strands escaping the bob and falling over her eyes wildly, her side fringe almost always over one eye or the other, and greatly accented by thin eye brows that arch over her eyes of sparkling, dancing and flickering blue like mentioned only a short while ago, but are thicker than most and a smile of a sealed promise, and devious smirk or a grin of humour hidden in the very corner of lips, often said to be as red as roses those of which accent her entire face. Her face is a heart shaped figure, thin with slightly and naturally raised cheek bones that makes a bright and smooth appearance that is figured nicely, and unique to. Long, elegant neck makes her posture to be nicely held, and a relaxed pose with good shoulder length adds to her very and naturally thin torso, as it looks as almost unhealthy, even though she thinks there is much more weight to loose, and if she does, there will be nothing left of her. An athletic build, this could be described as, she does do many sports such as running, climbing and gymnastics, and a major in swimming, holding her breath underwater until her entire body became numb and weak. Her build is curvy and at a petite height of 4’’00, a very, very small build. This girl’s fingers are nimble and always find their own job such as playing with her hair, tapping, climbing, foraging or hiding in the grasses, anything that can distract her brain from the harsh world that occasionally bore her. Her legs are long and thin, her calves well rounded and small feet. This girl has no real clothing style, it is just clothes that she pulls out of her closet and it just happens to look good on her. Anything goes, anything fits is something what this young girl says when she pits something on and makes her own style. However, if she had a set name to her clothes it will probably fit with 'waterproof', 'streetwise' and always wears her purple or red converse. Her frequently worn accessories is her mother's bracelet, the only thing she has from her mother, and her black and silver wrist bands scattered around her wrists, even on both sides. Now, her clothing also reflects on her personality at the moment in time, or her emotions and it just adds to her unique style of dressing. Her outfits are mostly in style, and casual long White tops and denim shorts.
Height:
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Personality:
With a charm as sweet as a venomous snake, and a two sided personality Skye is often known for not so unnoticeable mood swings. At one moment, Skye may be a shy, reserved type of girl but the next moment she can be a great fire-cracker. It depends who you are and where you are and the currently mood of the moment. With a large group of people Skye is not normally the one of get stuck in, no matte what side of her's you are on, she will often be distracted by something a such as a leaf blowing in the wind out side of the window. She gets distracted very easy, like explained just before and called sometimes to have an attention span of a gold fish. With a large love of animals, her partner is her best friend. Of all size, colour and breed she will take on any to have an unconquerable bond between both animal and master. Skye has always been a relentless tomboy, hanging with the guys ever since she could remember. Sport and soccer have always been a big imput in her life; she trained for five days a week, a match on saturday and a rest of sunday. Cross country and Cricket games also were added, her fitness for soccer increasing by the week, then track and american football was included to. Sport was the only place she could be herself, she often just simply kicked a ball around the garden or play soccer with the guys and school. It became so regular it was a part of her for a long time, up to her age now. Nature is something that she lived around; most of her younger childhood days were spent there no matter what the elements threw at her. Two boys lived on her street and she often had a special affection for both of them, even dispite that they were around two years older that herself. Skye collected nature books, taking strolls with her thoughts in the woods, she often did that to dwell on the bad time even if she did not want to recount a bad day. Skye can often be found as deciving and sarcastic yet all with good heart. Humor is something that she loves to spread around her friends and earnt the title as the 'Clown of the ground'. She made people laugh often, trying to simply cheer them up when they are down. Spirit is something that never runs scarce in the heart and soul of this young fire-cracker. Most things what she does is often tried to be done with a positive attitude, though these small imputs are not always succsessful. There are times that she is blissfully exited and almost so bubbly it is impossible to burst her good spirits but other times she can be known as a rash person with a firey temper; someone that she does not want to become. Mood swings are often common with Skye, one moment she may be a very quiet and reserved person and the next minute she will be a bubbly girl, almost a different person sometimes. Her mood is very tempermental, she could swing from mood to mood over fifty times a day sometimes. With friends, she is normally the bubbly Skye that they would know, but with strangers she will be shy, often staying at the back of the group, just simply following them about. As a general person, Skye is a well mannered and kind person who just wants the best of life, even that may not fall upon her. Truthfully, she has grown out of her mood swings now and she very shy and sensible. She loves to have a laugh however and she loves to sing and dance. Because of her age, she can be niave, yet mostly, she acts as if she is sixteen and immortal, but clearly she is ten, and not.
History?(I understand writing out full histories leaves no room for big reveals. Just a few lines is fine.):

Power(please be descriptive!): Healing.
Symptoms(paranoia, mood-swings, schizophrenia, etc):

[Cuckoo]

(( This is a WIP, obviously. XD ))

Username: glittermousebb
Name: Ethan Cipriani
Nickname: Just Ethan
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Orientation: Homosexual
Stage: Stage Three



Description: At a glance, most people would say that Ethan's features are very feminine. Though he is distinctly a male, there is no doubt that his features give you a softer, more female feel. With large, blue doe like eyes and a round full face, innocence and childlike are some of the first things that come to mind when most look at him. His hair is naturally light platinum blonde, which can sometimes best be described as white. On his 'good' days, his hair is one of his top priorities. He takes great pride in his hair, and could sometimes be described as a bit obsessive over it. During these times it is usually gelled into an artful array of spikes that almost look natural. But on most days, when his mind is in a much different place, his hair is left alone to lay where it pleases, long enough to brush the back of his neck. He is not very tall, though couldn’t really be described as short. He is in between in height, about 5 foot 7 inches. His appearance in height is helped by his slim build and long legs, which give the illusion of height.
Height: 5 foot 7 inches
Weight: about 135 pounds






Personality: Due to his current mental state his personality and mood fluctuates on a daily basis, sometimes even hourly, so pinning down a solid personality would mean knowing him well, and spending a lot of time trying to pry into his more sane moments. This, combined with taking a look at his past personality before his mind was in the poor state it is in now, will tell you what kind of a person he is. A few years ago Ethan could be described as bubbly and happy, a very kind and compassionate person, always striving to help. He was very confident in himself, and loved to be the center of attention. Naturally he had a very good bond with animals, and most times preferred their company to most peoples. But as his abilities progressed, his outer personality began to shift. The first symptom to become apparent was depression. He would lock himself away in his room for hours at a time, even days, refusing to eat or utter a single word to anyone. And when he wasn’t depressed he was downright manic, full of energy and practically bouncing from floor to ceiling. These changes would happen suddenly, and would be triggered by smaller and smaller things as time went by. First his depression could be triggered by a bad accident aired on the news, now it could just be a small dead bird lying along the street. Next came phobias, which seemed to pop out of the blue. He became terrified of fire, and was paralyzed by anything that appeared to have the ability to cause him pain, the most prominent being needles, knives, guns, and anything with a sharp edge. This phobia also developed into a sort of paranoia, and he is constantly viewing things around him as a potential weapon to be used against him and cause him immense pain. He has also developed a bit of OCD. When there is food on his plate he will refuse the entire thing if one type of food is touching another. He eats one thing at a time, not moving on to the next until what he has started is already finished. It makes him sick to watch someone 'mixing their food'. All of this mixed together mess is Ethan on a day to day basis, in a nutshell. However, he does have his days when his mind will return to him ever so slightly, and you can see more of what he used to be. These days are rare and fleeting, and should be cherished.

History: For most of Ethan’s childhood he lived a pretty normal life. His parents were very loving, and he grew up around the things he loved most: animals. They lived on a farm, surrounded by animals of all sorts, all of which Ethan considered his pets. Thankfully, for the sake of Ethan, the family had a herd of dairy cows instead of beef, so the child did not have to witness his 'pets' going off to slaughter. He named each and every one of the animals of the farm, and talked to the like they were his friends. His parents didn’t think much of this. He was home schooled and lived on a farm so he didn’t have many real friends. But as the years went by his connection with the animals seemed to grow, and they even seemed to begin responding to him. Again his parents let this pass. After all, what was wrong with their son having a talent and interest in animals? Maybe he would one day become a vet? With this mind set his parents became more and more blind to their sons strange behavior with the animals, but as his other symptoms began to progress they became worried. It wasn’t like their son to lock himself away.
As his mind got worse, so did his parents pain of watching him. They knew something wasn’t right, but didn’t have any ideas of what to do about it. Ethan saw his parents worry and pain, and knew it had something to do with him. However instead of thinking it was out of concern and worry for him, he thought they were tired of him, sick of having him around. So, not wanting to cause his parents any more pain, he ran away, his fragile mind pushing him to the wrong conclusions and setting him out into a world he knew little about. And recently he has been suffering from night terrors, making him fear even closing his eyes longer than to blink.

Power: Animal Communication. It started out with a mere fascination with all animals, treating them as friends and family. And as his power progressed, he was able to understand the animals, and could feel their thoughts and feelings. Then, in turn, the animals began to understand him, and would even listen to what he told them. If he wanted them to follow him around, they followed him. And now that he is in stage three, his power is even more progressed. He can now get into the minds o the animals, know what they know, and see through their eyes. He can control them from the inside, or just retreat into their mind and walk through the day of a cat, just watching and enjoying its natural way.
Symptoms: He is manic depressive, has a phobia of fire and pain, and has slight paranoia. He also suffers from night terrors.

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Username: glittermousebb
Name: Brandon
Nickname: Feel free to try and think one up.
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Orientation: Heterosexual



Description: Tall and intimidating, Brandon doesn’t exactly exude friendliness. His facial features are well defined, his jaw squared and his nose clearly broken before. He always has a hint of five o'clock shadow on his face, startling against his pale completion. His eyes, perhaps the most welcoming of his features, are a bright emerald green. He is well muscled, but not in the bulky body builder way. His muscles are lean and cat like, well defined in some places and more subtle in others. His whole way of movement screams catlike, with a long measured stride, and footfalls quieter than that of a mouse. His hair is a mess of chestnut brown, and is usually unkempt and messy, lying wherever it happens to fall. His expression is usually stoic and hard to gather any emotion from, and he likes it that way.
Height: A startling 6 foot 4 inches.
Weight: An even 175 pounds (If this is in accurate with his height let me know. I am a horrible judge of that sort of thing. XP ))



Personality: Brandon’s personality is very compatible with his appearance. A loner, he is not the kind of person that thrives on human contact. He prefers to work alone, and is very picky about those he lets get close to him. His circle of friends is very limited, and in even worse condition is the group of people he lets get close to him on a personal level. He is a man of few words, and most people don’t have the drive to get him to at least try and open up. He is left alone, and rarely the source of interest of any conversation. He sticks to the background and the shadows, doing his job and doing it well, all while keeping to himself.
History: Brandon’s life was normal before being turned to a protector. He had parents and one little sister, ho he loved more than anyone. The two were very close, and naturally Brandon was very protective of her.

Strength/skills: He is abnormally strong, and his senses sharp.
Weaknesses/Fears: Young girls who remind him of his sister often make him freeze up and send him into sour moods. And sounds of a car crash make him uneasy and irritable.

[AbbeyDawn]

- Sorry if this isn't enough, I've kinda used up all my inspiration on the other forum before it disappeared >.< -

Liar Liar
Can't see you anymore
You're in, and shut the door
Didn't know what I do know now
With words I've been betrayed
You respond and let them fade
And I just won't let you bring me down

"Life is like an hourglass.
Sooner or later, everything its the bottom.
You just have to be patient and wait for somebody to turn it around."





Brett Grace Chance.
Pronounciation: Bb-ret G-race Ch-ane-ce
Nicknames:Gracie, Chance, Bree or Grace. To be honest, she doesn't care what you call her, as long as it sort of relates to her real name.
Level: Three
Power: Imaginative Creation.

Well, at least that's what she calls it. Brett has a very strange power, one that is, well... Unique. Nobody has found a match to it yet, so nobody has the same skill as her. That skill being bringing creatures from her imagination to life. But if she doesn't make them in a specific way, then there is no possible escape for the creations. That way being either drawing or writing. This created great problems for her in the past, since all of her teachers pressured her to practise her artistic skills.

As mentioned before, there is only one escape for her creations. And, unfortunately, this angers them. When she creates them, they will always have a mind of their own, since inaminate objects are not her forte, and cannot be created unless she becomes a stage Four or Five. At first, they will only cloud the back of her mind, gradually getting closer to the front. If not made in time, they will simply take charge. Brett will lose all control of her senses, and will only have a vauge idea of what is happening around her. They will create themselves with her hand, but they won't exactly be... normal.

The "Paper people", as Grace calls them, will be all sharp corners and savage edges if not drawn completely to Brett's specifications. Some even try to make themselves larger than the paper they are drawn on, which is an impossible task, unless she became a Stage Five. Most of the time, they will die on their way into the outside world. They tend to withe in pain even at the slightest exposure to sunlight, for their world is mainly black and white, and the colours blind them. One of the only creatures that she has magic'd up that she has decided to keep is an fawn/ocelot she has named Pan.

She is scared of fire because if the paper burns, she hears their screams in her head, often causing self-harm or making her to go around smashing things. Water is fine though, for they are mute under liquids. In fact, Bree likes to spend a lot of her time swimming to keep them at bay. The most dangerous time for her is when she is asleep, for her gaurds are down and it is the easiest time for the creatures in her head to take ahold of her.


15 | Fifteen years old
Birthdate:Brett was born on the fourth of march, only the unusual timing: 00:04 A.M.
Birthplace:London hospital, England.

Liar Liar
Tell me why these roads keep leading
Leading you right back to me

Liar liar, don't cry on my shoulder
You played with fire
and smiled when you told her
Oh, oh, thought you were someone
Oh, oh goodbye to no one

There are five words to describe Brett: Self-conscious, Hard-headed, Strong, and to those who know her completely, Broken, the last one being Gracious.

Lets start with number one, shall we? Self-consciousness is very common among plenty of people, but this is not a quality you would have guessed would be inside of Brett. By strangers, she would probably be called Upbeat, Optimistic, Friendly and Exitable, but that is just her outside layer. Keep peeling them away and you'll find the scared little girl inside. She gets nervous quickly, but never shows it. This is normally because she worries that people will judge her, and class her as an easy target. She wonders if people know where she is and if they can watch her, so does not let any weakness be shown, if possible. But if you ever got to know this girl, you'll know her deepest fears and how she tries to keep it all together for everyone else. She hopes other people will never think she is not capable to help anymore, because its what keeps her going, knowing that she isn't completely insane. She barely ever brakes down or cries, but her friends are all she has left, and she would certainly crack without them.

Next is Hard-headed. This is one of the first things that come to mind when you speak about this girl. She will always have her own opinion, and will always want it to be heard. Ignore her? She will act out and make you listen, which is sometimes started off by her madness. Brett is smart - or, at least used to be - and she knows it. Quite a lot of the time what she says is right, but everyone makes mistakes. This is something she tries to forget. She knows people depend on her, and is constantly telling herself to do the right thing, becase they mean the world to her. Grace does not care is it means dying, as long as those people will survive. But that is just what she does: Hurt herself to stop them from getting hurt. If you try to stop her, she will just keep on going, thinking she is not worth the effort.

Third is Strong. This is the obvious choice for her. Strength means survival, weakness means certain death. In her point of view, many things are weaknesses. But many things are strength, as well. Hope is a strength, it gives you the courage to keep on moving. Friendship is a strength. It tells you that your friends will always be there to get your back, to protect you from harm. Kindness is a strength. If you are kind to others, they, in turn, will be kind to you. Sometimes, that can save you in a live or death situation. But, in her opinion, love is a weakness. All it does is hurt you. Nobody so far has succeeded in getting Bree to open up fully to them, because she is scared that she will be hurt again. Save her life? She will take care of you until she has paid her dept. Give her a place to live? She'll keep it in good condition, make sure it doesn't fall apart. But give her money? She'll chuck it back in your face. Grace is much too proud to take donations, and believes she is strong enough to support her friends and herself from what she gets by herself.

Almost finished. This paragraph is dedicated to her Graciousness. Before all the issues with her sanity, Grace really was, well, grace. Gracious means being polite, pleasant and courtious, which used to sum her up pretty well when she was younger. Before the insanity kicked in, Bree was always giving and being very friendly towards others. She still is, but thats mainly her outer shell. Nobody seems to be able to get past this layer. If you can't, it means your in the friendship zone, which is pretty much unbreakable. Grace has never gone out with anyone, and never really wants to, unless she knows you completely. So, until somebody can actually smash it, she will just be polite to you and give you what you want, unless the Paper People are in-charge that is.

And, finally, Broken. This isn't the real Brett. Past all the fear and the pride, you'll see the little girl who has hid from the world all these years. That is the real her. The one who loves to run and play, the one who loves to laugh and dance. The one who loves the world. The girl who used to sing and play and believe there was good in everyone. But that girl is gone. She is trapped inside a broken shell, with only little whisps of her true self escaping at a time. Sure, Grace is normally described as happy and optimistic, but she can't believe in that anymore. She can't believe there is any hope left. She can't trust herself, knowing that it will never be enough. She grew up before her time. She forgot what it was like to be free. She takes care of everyone but herself, because she knows that she is a lost cause. All she wants to do is become the old Brett, the one who loved everything and didn't go crazy at the mere mention of the word "Art", but that will never happen again. Bree smashed on the ground like broken glass, and there just isn't enough glue in the universe to stick her back together again.

Likes:Dancing; Music; Art; Animals; People; Having fun
Dislikes:Animal abuse; Small spaces; Staying still; Being told what to do; Getting hurt

Fears/Weaknesses:Dissapointing someone; Being left alone; Public Humiliation; Her power; The "Paper people"; Hurting others; She is extremely paranoid; Fire; Her Nightmares
Dreams:To become a painter
Hobbies:Dancing; Singing; Playing the piano and guitar; rock-climbing



Before
Bree was born into a very religious family. They went to church every day, and she and her sister were brought up to believe in God and everything was his creations. They were friendly, well-liked and a good family. Popular would be one word to describe them, as well as forgiving, kind and courtious. Nobody were quite like them in their city.

Stage One

At age twelve, everything started to go off. When she found out she could create creatures with her mind, Grace was scared. She tried telling her parents, her teachers, her friends, anyone who would listen. Her parents became agitated, started to keep her locked up, tried to make her quiet. Her mother went into a crying fit every week or so, and Jess - her sister - started to drift away from Bree.

Stage Two

This was when her family crumbled. After a couple of months, Brett noticed how the creatures in her mind started to grow and become more ocmplex, taking ahold of her, even. One night she was found with a gun. That was when her parents locked her in her room and begun homeschooling her. They thought she was going crazy, and were trying to bring her back down to earth.

Stage Three

Months past, and a year later, everyone thought she was back to normal. Just a bit emotional, paranoid even, but nothing to be concerned about. But no one could deny her insanity when she started to cut her hands, begging to stop drawing, to stop writing. After all, no normal person would care about that sort of thing. But when she started to scream loudly in the middle of class, falling of her chair onto the floor, breaking her arm, she was taken to hospital.
They moved to America soon after, but their daughter was gone.

I mentioned before that her parents were extremely religious. Well, they thought she was possessed by a demon. And when they found her with a deer at the end of her bed, well, they lost it. When they came back up the stairs, her mother had a knife. Bree escaped that night. It was amazing how she had lived by herself for two years without getting caught, but that was mainly because she didn't go out of hiding, did nothing. Pan, who she soon realized could change into an Ocelot - a wildcat barely bigger than a common cat - would take food to her. They moved around a lot, keeping in the shadows.
Family:Sara - mother - alive
John - father - alive
Jessica - Twin sister - dead
Her pets: Pan, a fawn she conjuored up from her imagination, but he can shift into an Ocelot and can speak telepathically to her.
Significant Memories:Discovering her powers, Escaping her home

Liar Liar
So break away the touch
Of bliss you miss so much
But I won't tell you to come back home
Emotions dissipate;
Is love designed to hate?
Keep on driving away from here

Eye the rain as it falls in your hands
Will there be another storm?

If you've read all there is to know about her so far, you'll realize that Bree isn't the most social person. Sure, she'll be pretty friendly to you, but that doesn't exactly mean anything. She likes to talk to people and is polite to most she has just met, unless she has decided that you two would not become friends, which is a pretty quick decision. As for her love life, Grace thinks nothing of it. Love is just an unnecessary extra, in her point of view. All it does it hurt you in the long run. But if you could get past her hard outer shell, you might just be able to get her to open up to you. She normally chooses people to be her allies and friends after a couple of times of talking to them, so don't be offended if she kind of casts you away. Even if you did get her to fall for you, she'd probably stay as far away as possible. Her power genuinely scares her, so Brett will always be a little bit distant, in the least.
Best Friend:---
Sexual Orientation:Straight | Heterosexual
Crush:---
Boyfriend/GIrlfriend:None
Ex-Boyfriends/Girlfriends:---
Enemies:Unknown


Bree could be described as pretty, in a wide-eyed, confused kind of way. She stands quite tall for her age, and is slim, more of a runner than anything else. Her skin has a honeyed hue about it, as she spent quite a lot of time outside before and after her power kicked in. Her eyes are known as "Doe-eyes", being almond-shaped and dark brown, like most deers. In fact, she used to get teased about it. Her hair falls just below her shoulders, and is cut savagely, as if it was hacked off with garden scissors - which, in fact, it was. She never got any piercings or tattoo's, having a fear of needles and personally doesn't like the idea of having a gun near her face, no matter what kind it was. Its true, her hands do look small and delicate, with chipped, dirty fingernails at the end, but Bree is actually quite tough with them. She works a lot of the time painting and writing, and she occasionally cut at them at school as an excuse not to use them, so there are a few scars here and there. She is nimble, quick on her feet, and doesn't like the idea of fighting, so did a lot of running during her time learning, and was considered talanted at lnog distance and sprinting.
Hair Color:A mixture of shades of brown, ranging from a dark chocolate hue to a almost golden, caramel colour.
Eye Color:Dark brown, mixing in with some light brown flecks.
Height:5'9ft tall
Weight: 114lbs
Body Modifications:None.
Skin Tone:Slightly tanned.
Body Type: Brett is slim and fairly curly. Most people would describe her as lean, though, built for running.

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All the pictures belong to their rightful owners

[Noel]

(( All of you: this RP will be closed for the next day or two to everyone but the members of the semi-literate+ RPer's club, aka all of you, I hope. xD You have until the RP opens to get your forms up, but once it's open you're under the same rule as everyone else: a somewhat complete WIP form is the only way to reserve.
I still need to fine-tune everything, since I rewrote it in a hurry. >_> ))