Above The Horizon {Maximum Ride RP~Accepting!)

[_WhatAreThose!?!_]

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Username: i3BillCipher
Name: Dylan
Nickname: None
Gender: Male
Age: Well, ok.. He is really only two years old, but he was "made" for 17
Appearance: Above
Wing color: Light Brown
Personality: Dylan is literally "Your perfect half". He is witty, but totally gets you even if you don't think he does. He has a temper (Even though we only saw it once, and jeez, I don't wanna make him mad) And he is a puppy lover. He is curious and is the best guy to be around. Always (#Mylan. I shipped that from the start! XD)
History: None really. Was created bt Dr. Hans and joined the flock.
Crush: Maxie
Siblings: None
Mother:doesnt have one
Father: doesn't have one
Other: Hates Fang's guts


Picture:
Username: I<3BillCipher
Name: Nudge
Nickname: None
Gender: Female
Age: 13 I think.
Appearance: above
Wing color: She has toffee colored wings, but in this pic, its white.
Personality: Nudge is a fashonista! She loves being fashionable and wants to be normal. So normal she wants to cut her own wings off. She is nice and caring, and loves her flock!
History: Same as the rest. Was "Born"/"Made" in Itex, and escaped with Max and the flock, now on the run forever,
Crush: None. (Open)
Siblings: No siblings, but if you count the flock...
Mother: Unknown
Father: Unkown
Other: Seems to like Fang out of the entire flock.

[.wren.]

{ Only one can be accepted. Who would you prefer? ^.^ }

[_WhatAreThose!?!_]

(Dylan plz! ^.^ Thank you!)

[.wren.]

{ No problem! ^.^ Accepted :3 The Roleplay will start sometime tomorrow most likely. }

[_WhatAreThose!?!_]

(Ok, I probably wont be on till Saturday, I am so sorry, I just got the memo like two minutes ago, you can rp without me if you like. Sorry again. )

[.wren.]

{ It's no problem, don't worry about it ^^ The Roleplay will probably start, but when you get back I can give you a recap and you can jump in wherever you like :3 }

[_WhatAreThose!?!_]

(Ok, thank you so much! cant wait!!)

[true royalty.]

Username: deviant.
Name: Vance Mal Thea
Nickname: He dislikes nicknames.
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Appearance: Vance is around the tallest of the group, being 6'2 or 6'1, with a fair, olive-colored complexion that hints towards an Italian and/or Native American heritage a few generations back. His eyes a a deep amber, and his face is chiseled, similar to that of stone - and only made more evident by his slightly aristocratic nose and cheekbones, and his rough drawl. His hair is naturally curly and a deep black, although it almost appears dark brown in certain sunlight. He's grown slight scuffle.
Wing color: N/A. He is of a...different species altogether, made to completely eradicate the Flock - although he ended up joining them out of interest. His exact DNA strands are unknown, but most assume some sort of Native American tiger, or something of that sort, since he's generally tougher, faster, and stronger than most, and his fingernails are tipped off with tiger-like claws. His eyes also has slits, and he has canines.
Personality: Vance certainly isn't an expressive ball of sunshine, all things considered. Raw and focused at first glance, he doesn't say an overly much, but when he does, his voice is accented, brisk, and sharp, with a primal undertone, forcing those he is talking with to listen. He keeps mostly to himself, seeing others as a liability, but due to his morality, Vance cannot help but...well, help whenever he sees someone in trouble. He is wary around strangers, however, and will only limit himself to tiger-like smirks or grins until he is certain that you are not a danger to him or anyone that he may be associated with at that time. Primal, Vincent is also an immensely intelligent and powerful young man, and if you ever attempt to engage him in either a battle of wills or even a physical battle...well, prepare to lose.
History: Vance's history is rather...bland. He was basically created as a sideproject, and seen as a failure. When the flock escaped, he was revitalized, and trained to absolutely hunt them down and kill them all. Fighting prowess battered into his brain. Gun knowledge, weapon knowledge, hand-to-hand. He was then sent to Italy - his home of birth - since a few anonymous donors pointed the company into that direction. However, he ended up joining the Flock after observing them, and seeing them as what they were - runaway experiments. For now, he stays with them, although he isn't completely trusted yet.
Crush: N/A so far.

[.wren.]

{ One of my rules stated said that if you make an oc then they have to have wings...but hey, I like the character! Accepted.}

[true royalty.]

Oh, sorry. ^^ Didn't see it for some reason. o.o