.:Dance on the Devil's Dance Floor:. {Teen/Power RP}Semi-Lit

[Hargreaves]

((I LOVE NEW YORK CITY. I've only been there once but I'm determined to go to college and live there because it's the most amazing place ever.))

[Chaosin]

(Then PM me info xD )

[tide.]

((Wow, sorry guys. I've been there, too.)) Dakota stuck to the shadows, and they clawed at her waist, howling for attention. Clearly they were only audible to her, though, because no one else seemed to notice. She slowly brushed them away, and they shied off. She wandered into the crowds of people. Some people watched as she passed, others brushed past, too busy to wonder about other people's lives.

[CowsRkool]

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His hair is only an inch or so long. (I'm terrible at finding pictures for my characters. DX)

Username:
Name: Emir al-Fatin ibn Kedar al-Hijazi (Emir)
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Personality: Emir has been present in enough of his father's meetings to pick up the art of diplomacy. He is quite capable of handling a rough situation by himself, and he knows that often peace between groups can only be reached through compensation.
Despite knowing how to manipulate people, Emir himself is quite an honest and sincere person. He enjoys getting to know new people, and loves learning about different cultures. However, he's incredibly prejudiced about any scientist in general. He's heard stories about the sorts of experiments that have been performed on Gifted children like him, and he hates them for being capable of doing something so horrendous to another human being. He wishes that he could just live out his life without being afraid of being captured and taken to a lab to become a lab rat.
History: The son of the Saudi ambassador to the United States, Emir has travelled several times to the States with his father on business, but never to New York. More often, they went to Washington, DC, but Emir has felt the pull of New York City ever since he first set foot in the US when he was 11.
Born to a Sunni muslim father, Emir does not consider himself very religious. Although most people assume he is muslim when he tells them he's from Saudi Arabia, Emir actually thinks of himself as agnostic bordering on atheist. His father doesn't argue with his son about his choice of faith; instead, he simply ignores the fact and refuses to bring it up. Likewise, Emir doesn't speak a word of his idea that Allah does not exist. He celebrates Ramadan with his father and follows all of the rules of a Sunni muslim. As compensation, his father gives him quite a lot of freedom regarding his ideals and actions.
His father knows that Emir is Gifted and has tried to keep him safe from most scientists' experiments, but once, when Emir was seven, he got a concussion and broke his leg and had to be taken to the hospital. Scientists working with the hospital took this as their chance to study him more closely and conduct some experiments under the guise of doctors. His father soon found out about the experiments, but he could hardly discharge Emir from the hospital when his leg was still broken. Instead, he stayed in his hospital room whenever he could to make sure that the scientists kept away, hoping that they hadn't already hurt his son. He was too late. His son had already been harmed, in a way that he couldn't have predicted. The real doctors in the hospital were ordered by the scientists to stay out of the room when they were inside, and because of this, they weren't able to keep track of how Emir's leg was healing. The bone healed awkwardly, and left Emir with a slightly twisted leg, much to the anger of his father and the dismay of the now unemployed doctors.
As Emir got older, the tug that New York City had on his heart grew into a persistant pull, and he knew that, somehow, he would be safe there. He all but begged his father to let him go there, and finally, he relented. Emir packed his bags that night and left on the first flight in the morning to Big Apple.
Gift: The gift of tongues, or rather, he understands every human language. He's been able to both speak and read every language in the world without being taught.
Crush: None
Country: Saudi Arabia
Country Flag: [link]
Medical Issues: His broken leg causes him to walk with a slight limp.
Visible Mutations/Noteable things: A long, thin surgical scar on his right leg left over from the doctors' initial operation on his leg to help it heal. Also, the concussion he sustained from his fall resulted in his left iris loosing quite a bit of melanin and turning a pale blue.
Theme song: The Good Life by Three Days Grace [link]
Other: He wears a silver udjat on a chain around his neck for protection.

Munchies
I wonder if aliens watch movies about humans taking over their planet?

[Serena]

((Great form, CowsRKool, accepted! ^^))

[Chaosin]

(Serena, if we need one more male, I'll make him ^^ I was thinking of Brian being one...Adele's foster brother..)

[CowsRkool]

((Thanks ^^ And I've been to NYC, too. ))

.:Emir:.

Emir grabbed his carry-on from underneath the seat in front of him and disembarked from Saudi Arabian Airlines flight 642 into JFK airport. He grabbed his one suitcase from the baggage claim and stepped out into New York City. He hailed a cab and gave the driver a slip of paper that had his hotel's address written on it. His father had booked a room beforehand while Emir was up in his room packing.
As the cab drove deeper into the city, Emir watched the city go by out the window. The sun shone off of millions of windows high in the sky, and even though he came from the largest city in Saudi Arabia, he was still struck in awe by the size of the skyscrapers. The tallest building in Riyadh was the Burj Al Mamlakah, or the Kingdom Center, and that was only 99-stories tall. Nearly all of the other structures were much shorter than that, but in New York City, it seemed that almost every building was at least several stories tall, and they all seemed to be trying to battle for control of the sky, each surpassing the other in height, until one stood victorious above the others. Emir thought back to what his father had taught him about the States, and remembered that its third largest tower was in New York: the Empire State Building. He had seen plently of pictures of the towering structure, but he couldn't find it now. There were just too many buildings and he was too far down. He sighed and leaned back into the seat, relaxing a bit but not too much. Emir had taken a taxi only a few times in Riyadh, but he knew that back home, they weren't the most reliable mode of transportation. He preferred to take a bus, but was afraid that he wouldn't be able to find the right stop. Thankfully, the cabby stopped right in front of the hotel.
Emir paid his fare and got out of the cab. He walked through the rotating door and checked into his room. He dumped his things on his bed and looked out his window, only to see yet another skyscraper. He sighed and decided to go explore the city, hoping that maybe he could bump into other Gifted children.
He strolled out onto the street and looked around, noticing for the first time how hungry he was. I should have asked if anyone knew where I could get something to eat, he thought, until he noticed a cafe out of the corner of his eye. Relieved, he checked to see if he had any more money in his pocket, and upon seeing that he did, he walked over into the cafe and sat down at a table near the window. As he ordered a cup of coffee with a blueberry muffin, he noticed two people, a guy and a girl, whom he somehow knew were also Gifted. He glanced over at them occasionally, wondering if he should walk over and introduce himself.

((It appears I'm in a writing mood today. Normally I can't write more than two paragraphs. XP))

[Chaosin]

Adele
Adele shook her head.She was from a small town, all this was confusing to her.Everywhere she looked there were tall buildings.She was used to knowing where everything was.Sighing, she sat down on a bench and closed her eyes.She felt close to crying.She could sense nothing of the other Gifted, they were here, they should be.She had no energy to search for them.She was tired.Adele wondered if she should call Brian, but she didn't want to bother him.Misty was probably busy.Mom would star crying and Dad was at work.For once, she was alone.Being with five other siblings, this time she was on her own.But wasn't I always? she thought.She was the only one in the family that was Gifted, or so she thought.She didn't want to use telepathy on anyone, she was determined to do her best on her own."I have to," Adele muttered to herself.Tears stung at the edges of her eyes and Adele wiped them away with the back of her hand.She got up and pulled her suitcase onto her back.She saw a cafe and had a feeling she should grab a bite to eat.She sensed others that were Gifted and changed her mind, deciding instead to stay in the shadows.

[Serena]

((If you want to make another character, then that's fine. However, the United States of America is full, so you wouldn't be able to make Adele's foster brother, I'm sorry..))

.::Janneke Timmerman::.
The blond-haired girl hurriedly thanked the taxi driver as he stopped in front of a hotel. She paid him the money and then turned around, pulling her suitcases with her. She wondered, would there be a place open to just walk in and ask for? She shrugged and supposed there was, or at least hoped so.

Janneke walked up to the woman behind the counter and looked around her shortly. "Is.. Tere, any room free?" She asked, thinking about her words each time before she said them. The woman raised an eyebrow and typed something in the computer, Janneke watching in amazement.

.::Igor Gorvinska::.
The Russian boy wandered around, his eyes stopping on something that seemed a cafe. Was it a cafe? Igor had never really been in one. He stuffed his hand in his pocket, gently grabbing onto the money that was in it. He silently walked into it, looking around, but not really 'looking', so to speak. He placed himself in a chair and pulled his legs close to him on the chair, looking at the people behind the counter. Would he dare to ask them for some food?
He shivered at the thought. No, no he wouldn't..

[sheep.]

.:Ryu Namikeh:.

Ryu's dark indigo eyes fixed on a young boy who had just entered the café. She sighed and looked away, her ahir now out of it's state that it was in (it was soaked since someone was rushing in a bumped a waitress with a jug of water), so she looked better than she did. Her eyes were full of innocence so she got certain glances from people, but that was about it. She took off her aprong, leaving her with a purple dress with holes in and a white dress underneath (see picture on form). She looked around at the other people eating happily, most of them being couples. There was all sorts of food, noddles, ramen, chicken, duck, just to name a few. It seemed like types of food from all around the world was there, and it smelt irrasistable. She sighed and closed her eyes, not allowing the smell to travel to her nose. She fiddled with the bangles that were laid loosely on her wrist, drawing slight attention with their jingling.