- Oh Runaway, You'll Be Okay -

[morels]

{All the completed forms are accepted :3}

[Iwillneverchange]

Nyx Reaper Mere
(I have no picture for him)

ღ Age: "I'm eighteen or so."
ღ Gender: "I'm male..."
ღ Nickname: "I'd prefer if you would call me either Reaper or Nyx."
ღ Sexual Orientation: "Bisexual...leaning more towards guys."
ღ Crush: No one
ღ Relationship Status: Single
ღ Birthday: "I don't know my birthday. I never found out..."
ღ Eye Color: "They're red. Yes, legitimately red. I'm albino. Go ahead and laugh."
ღ Hair Color: "It's black, and I know that doesn't make sense, but I dyed it to be less conspicuous."
ღ Skin Tone: "Very, VERY pale."
ღ Weight: "I weigh something around 105 pounds...so light, very light. I'll explain if you want me to."
ღ Height: "I'm 5 feet 11 inches, I think."
ღ Family: "I don't really have a family...no one I can remember."
ღ Friends: "Terra's really my only friend..."
ღ Pets: "Oh, that's about the only thing I like talking about. I have a lot of them, I hope you don't mind the list.
Angeal. Angeal is a cat, he's black and white with bright blue eyes.
Genesis. Gen's a cat too, a little younger than Angeal, and he's ginger with blue eyes.
Zack. Zack's a puppy. He's got black fur that is always sticking up and blue eyes, and he gets along really well with Angeal for animals of a different species. (I swear if anyone gets this reference...)
Cinder. Cinder...she's a dark grey puppy. She's got these weird orange-red eyes, and she's very sweet.
Zorua. Zorua is also a puppy, she's Cinder's sibling (or so I think), she's dark grey with aqua eyes.
Siege. Siege is a baby wolf cub (It's probably not legal). He's black with red in his fur, and when I got my hands on pet friendly fur dye I went a bit crazy and enhanced the red in his fur to look really awesome. He's got bright green eyes.
Trinity. Trinity's a silvery-white arctic fox that I found when I was in a much colder part of the world. She's got green eyes.
And Seraph. Seraph's a silver kitten with bright emerald-green eyes.
I have a lot of pets. I have a thing for picking up stray animals along with Terra, and so we share these guys. I'm not sure if all of them are legal but we really don't care.
ღ Likes: Quiet things, animals, music, games, Terra, soft things, black, silver, red, green, flying, freedom, snow, swimming, fire.
ღ Dislikes: Loud noises, bright lights, sunlight, heat, annoying people/loud people, pink, brown, restrictions, scientists, labs, people who are mean to animals, crowds.


History
"You asked...okay, hope you don't mind a long story.
When I was born, I was donated to an illegal testing lab for different products-steroids, medicines, poisons, etc. They tested all that stuff on me, steroids and poisons alike. They messed me up in every way possible. I'm pretty sure they did something crazy to my head too, but I don't know for sure. Whatever they did, I'm crazy enhanced and stuff now, all the steroids really did mess me up. So I grew up there, being tested on and abused in every way possible-you can tell what I mean, I don't like talking about it. Eventually I got tired of being scared, and I ran away. I was faster than them, and stronger than them, and I killed one of them when they tried to stop me because they couldn't do anything to me anymore, and they knew their experiments had backfired, I think, because they stopped chasing me. I met Terra, and I'll let her tell her story, but she and I just went everywhere for about two years, finding all kinds of stuff, and then we came here."

Personality
Nyx is very quiet most of the time, unless he's telling a story or explaining something. He's very smart, but he's also very strong and capable of doing a lot of things, and so he's also VERY careful and cautious with everything he does. He's pretty bad at picking up on social cues, as he wasn't raised anywhere that he could figure that stuff out, so he often looks to Terra to see if he's doing something right or not. She will explain more about that.



Terra Crystal Sverd


ღ Age: 17
ღ Gender: Female
ღ Nickname: Terra, Crystal, Crys
ღ Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
ღ Crush: None now
ღ Relationship Status: Single
ღ Birthday: April 19th
ღ Eye Color: Green
ღ Hair Color: Dark brown
ღ Skin Tone: Moderately tanned
ღ Weight: 116 pounds
ღ Height: 5 feet 7 inches
ღ Family: "I don't really like talking about them, but my mother's name was Aqua Sverd and I don't know my father's name. That's all I remember."
ღ Friends: "Nyx."
ღ Pets: "I pretty much help take care of Nyx's pets sometimes, but they're really all his except Cinder, she's mine."
ღ Likes: Helping people, soft voices, reading, drawing, art of most kinds, poetry, nature, night-time, green, blue, black, purple, video games, swimming, play-fighting.
ღ Dislikes: Mean people, bullies, sexist people, homophobic people, anyone who judges someone else for something unfair, bright lights, "girly" colors, stereotypes, animal cruelty, rules, adults.


History:
"I don't need to go into detail, do I? My father left when I was born, I didn't know him. My mom really wasn't ever around, and she didn't do much for me. I kind of grew up by myself, being an only child and all. When Mom was around, she'd kind of just yell at me and tell me to do stuff. At school, I was always the weird kid, partly because I was smarter than most of the idiots around me-really all of the idiots around me-and when I'd correct them or say anything that they didn't know they'd get on me for being "nerdy, weird, and stupid". So I just kind of dealt with that. When I was fifteen or something I saw Nyx around the outskirts of town while I was graffiti-ing something out of boredom, and I pretty much just went with him. And here I am. But I wanna say a little about the now too. Right now I am Nyx's only friend. If you mess with him, you mess with me too, and together you'll live to regret messing with him, if you live. He doesn't get social cues. I help him. If you notice me nodding or hand-signaling him, please don't point it out or ask what we're doing in front of him. It embarrasses him to no end and I don't want him to be embarrassed. He's my only friend. Lay off him."

Personality:
Terra can seem kind of rough on the outside, but she's very sweet. She grew up having a hard time trusting people and still doesn't trust at all easily, but she loves to help people and animals so long as they're nice and don't expect too much of her. She's very sweet and compassionate on the inside, but the rougher walls around her true self are a bit harder to see through.

[Loѕт Boy]

||thank for accepting me and my curiosity is getting the better of me. i don't mean to rush the people who aren't done, but when do you think we could start?

[Insanity-Defined]

||Darcy Noir-lee Fabel||

Age - 18yrs.
Gender - Female.
Sexuality - Bisexual.

Personality - She is a fairly normal teenager. Or at least, she used to be. On first impressions she could appear anything from rebel to drug addict. Her tattoos and stretchers deceive, and society tends to judge her based off the stereotypical. In reality, she is simply a nice girl trying to get away from the life her siblings and mother had led before her. Every tattoo on her body means something to her. I guess they were her little mementos. She is a design artist by nature, and has plans to make it to college and study visual arts. Maybe ask her, sometime, to show you her art? You might be surprised. Amazed even. But thats only if you are brave enough to approach her. Many have simply left her alone, and ignored her presence. This is due to the simple fact, that they are scared of her. Sitting in front of her coffee shop, hungover from the night before, with a cigarette in one hand and a coffee in the other. She wasn't exactly the most approachable person, judging from appearance. But maybe that was the issue here - people judged too much on appearance. If only they could know her, and learn. She was the type to enjoy the little things in life... Watching the sun coming up, sitting on a balcony in her underware surrounded by sleeping bodies after a good night. Walking through the park on a rainy day, enjoying the strange looks she got. She grew up with hate, and now she laughs at it.

History - I guess her story was something of a sad one, though she wouldn't admit that herself. She likes to live in a fantasy state of mind. She grew up in what most would call a broken home. She originally lived with her mother, but then she was lost tragically to dementia when Darcy was at the age of 9. When she found herself living with her father, thats when things got bad. She was constantly in the presence of drugs... and soon found out that her father was a dealer. At 11 years old, she was helping pack up numerous types of drugs and occasionally used to transport them. After she started getting messed up in alcohol at age 14, she tried to spend as much time as possible away from her father and that whole situation. She found herself out on the streets most of the time. She never thought it was that dangerous. She never knew what damage a drunken man could do, until the night came that she was beaten and bruised and taken advantage of. Thats when she found a friend in this cruel world. Homer, the owner of a tattoo studio, took her in from the streets. He kept her safe, and taught her the art of tattooing. She found herself spending most of her time in the studio, and got herself off the drugs. Now she has her own apartment. I guess you could say, its a pretty sad story. But t might have a chance of having a happy ending.

Name : Christian Quinn
Gender : Male
Age : 19
Sexuality : Straight
.A Little Overview.
Hes the fun guy. He loves to have a laugh, and he loves to do the stupid stuff that everyone knows will end badly. He has a tendancy to drink a little too much, and to party a little too hard.Known as a bit of a flirt, and a heart breaker, he's had his fair share of broken relationships. He has a thing for brunettes... He came to NewYork to try and make his dreams come true as a guitarist/singer. He never made it.. as most never do. Now he has mostly just turned to the drink for comfort. A bit of a sad story really. After that, somehow, he ended up where he is now. He drinks alot, and usually he ends up drinking alone.
.The Past.
He grew up in what many would call a broken home. His father left them when he was only small. He never really met him, so he didn't miss him or feel like he had missed out. Basically, he never really had a father. His mother was something of a one-woman family. She was his mother, his sibling, his best friend and his protector. When he lost her, he nearly lost himself. She didn't die.. well, not physically. Her mind was lost to dementia. She didn't even remember him anymore. When he got a bit older, around 16, he turned to music to let out his emotions and also to hide them. He got really good, and started to write his own songs. Following the advice of some of his friends, he moved to New York with a few guys that he formed a band with. They tried to make it for a few years, before they disbanded and gave up. This brings us to the present...

[morels]

{Remember you may only use one reference picture per character.
We may start! You can have your character already living in the house or just arriving.}

Dani
I plopped myself down on the long leather sofa in front of the
television. It's a beautiful day, and all the windows in the living area are
opened. I reach for the remote and smile to myself as a cooling breeze
rushes through my hair. I scan channels, enjoying the silence the house
is momentarily providing. It's pretty rare to get alone-time, considering
the amount of runaway teens smushed into this average house. I do love
it here though, I cannot deny. I have no idea where I'd be if it weren't for
this place.


Dylan
Ugh. I squinted as blinding sunlight came through my curtains and
pierced my still half-asleep eyes. I tried rolling over in bed to solve the problem,
but it didn't help much. My bedroom wasn't very large, I just couldn't bring
myself to get up, walk across the room and close the curtains. I really need
to get over my laziness.

[k i t t e n .]

Alani walks up to the mysterious house cautiously. Stories of this place fluttered through her mind. She stared in awe, realizing the stories were true. She proceeded to the front porch. She looked down at the doorknob, wondering if she really should be doing this. Then she closed her eyes and knocked three times.

Aiden sat in his room staring up at the ceiling. He thought about his father and how he hated him for causing him to run away. He sat up and pulled his shoe off. Then, shoe in hand, he laid back down. Staring at the ceiling, he threw his shoe at the wall.

[Elujen-]

I did post my forums, however they don't seem to be showing at the moment. Would you please kindly reserve a male and female spot for me? I would really love to be apart of this role play c:

[Iwillneverchange]

(Alright! Nyx/Terra are gonna just be arriving if that's cool )

Nyx walked slowly, with his head down. He always walked that way. He never looked up, but he never ran into things. He had deduced that if he looked down he'd see things that he might trip on, and Terra was always in front of him to warn him of things he might run into, so looking down seemed to be the best way not to get hurt. It might have just been him, though. Some of the animals walked beside them, some in Terra's and Nyx's arms. Zack and Angeal were walking next to each other, Genesis beside them, as always. Cinder was in Terra's arms, as usual. Zorua was right next to Terra and her sister, Cinder. Of course, Nyx got the big load-Trinity was curled up on his head, her claws digging into his long-ish hair for safety. Siege was sitting on his shoulder-Nyx always wondered how he got there and stayed up-and Seraph was in his arms, sleeping. Terra was skipping, apparently the house was in sight because she wouldn't stop reminding him about it. When they got to the front, Terra knocked on the door tentatively, Nyx waiting to the side and in the shadows. How freaking weird do we look right now?

[.MOSSPATH.]

{ Could I please reserve a female and male spot? I hope to post my forums soon. }

[morels]

{Spaces reserved!}

Dani
I was slightly startled by the sound of knocks. That's the thing about this place, you never
know who or when people will show up. I quickly uncrossed my legs, hopped up, and made my way
to the front door. I fix my hair a bit and put a welcoming smile on my face before turning the knob
and pulling it open. What I found in front of me was - not one - but three teenagers, bags and
all staring back at me. "Hello there! Let me guess... need a place to stay?" I said jokingly. I obviously
knew why they were here. "My name's Dani." I told them, stepping to the side and gesturing
for them to enter.


Dylan
When I heard people at the front door, I more seriously considered getting up. If new people
were here, laying in bed on a perfectly good day probably wouldn't make a good first impression.
Sighing, I stood up and grabbed a dirty t-shirt thrown on my chair. I slipped it on, exited my room
and went down the stairs