Oυr dreαмѕ вιɴd υѕ тoɢeтнer ♥[Now Accepting]

[tsun]

[Its your decision. I'm not going to control you guys unless it gets too crazy.]

Rin Tomora

"Yes please. With extra sugar." I said. "Also, do you guys have cake?"

[Hate_You_All_Xo]

{ okay you were talking to me right lol }
Elle
Elle's father had came and got her they spent sometime at a local hotel getting to know each other
Elle's dad : " Elle I want you to know that I didn't leave you , I had no idea where you were , your mother took her from you and that's why you lost control with your power and killed her before I was gone , you see she got you taken one night from my house I wasn't aware that you were gone el's " tears rolled down his face
Elle just hugged him and said she understood which she didn't really but she wouldn't admit that

[samm.]

{{ Okay, I may make another one then. Not right now though, i'm too tired. Thinking of getting off soon!
Oh, by the way, Chibi did you notice someone joined on page two, near the bottom? I didn't see their character listed on the front page, so I wasn't sure if you saw their form or not =3 }}

~ Ryou Takumi | Eighteen | Human w/ Power | Bisexual | With: Rin ~

"Yep, we've got cake. We've got cake in a variety of flavors, so i'm pretty confident that whatever type of cake you're looking for, we have." He said with a smile. He glanced back towards the counter, noticing that Kat was just getting around to making Tithans hot cocoa.

[tsun]

[Oh...I feel stupid for missing it but they put removed. Also talking about cake makes me excited because my birthday is coming up : D]

Rin Tomora

"Hm...I want strawberry then." I told him. I finished eating my pocky, reaching for another one but deciding against it.

[BlameableAmish]

Name; Cyril Hiro

Nickname; Cyril usually just goes by Cyril, but he is also known as Cy.

Gender; Cyril is male.

Age; Eighteen

Species; Human with supernatural abilities

Occupation; Cyril is a underground fighter. He earns his money with bets and fighting.

Powers; Cyril has the ability to manipulate shadows and darkness. He isn't a huge fan of the sun because of this. He doesn't use his powers often- and forces himself to avoid using it in the underground arena.

Appearance; Cyril is a tall male with a well toned, but lanky frame. He is about 6'3" at full height and can be pretty intimadating in a fight. He has pale skin stretched over a sharp angular face. His skin is pale while his hair is a deep ebony. He keeps his hair untamed and barely brushed. His eyes are a unique amber color. He has many scars, most hidden under his clothes, but he does have one on jaw that is quite noticeable.

History/Family; Cyril has lived alone for awhile now. He only worries about himself. As for his history, that remain in the past where he likes to keep it. He won't bring up your past- be wise and don't ask him about his.

Personality; Cyril is a bit of a flirt to say the least. He takes things with a light heart and a casual smile. He is lazy and hunts for food. It is the best way to bribe him. He has a bit of a pessimistic attitude towards many things, but that is only because he does not feel it is worth the trouble. But this carefree Cyril is only one side of him. The other is a dangerous fighter who plays by no man's rules. The arena is where he spends his nights and makes his money, and it has changed him into a monster of sorts. He can be violent and merciless to his opponent. His rage is nearly uncontrollable. He hates himself most when he loses all his senses. Overall, Cyril is a selfish guy who has never experienced love in any sense of the word.

Have You Found Your Soulmate; No- he is open.

Other; I hope this is okay!! This is the best I can do on my mobile phone and it takes me forever.

[tsun]

[Accepted.]

[BlameableAmish]

[[Awesome!! Thank you. My first post is going to be pretty long so I can catch up.]]

Cyril/Single/Tagged: Open

Cyril reached his bandaged hand out to a feminine figure. Her body was wrapped in shadows he could not control. His heart raced rapidly at the base of his throat, yet he didn't quite understand why. This girl, whomever she was, meant literally nothing to him. He couldn't even see her face, but he felt a pressure squeezing at his heart. What was it trying to tell him? Run to her. Don't let her disappear. So he did. Just as his injured hands reached for her, he jolted upward in his rumpled mattress on the floor. He shoved his fingers into his somewhat damp unruly hair and sighed. His heart wouldn't stop racing for some reason. This was the fourth time in a row he has awoken from that very dream and it was the fourth time in a row he woke up before seeing that bloody girl's face. His head jerked to his bedside table to look at his alarm clock blarring in bold red numbers that it was far too early for the night walker to be awake. If he couldn't get his dreams under control, this waking up business was going to seriously cut into his beauty sleep. He couldn't fall back to sleep, not here anyways. He got out of bed as he rubbed his bandaged hands down his face. That part was real. The fight the night before cut half of his knuckles clean open. But his opponent was in much worse condition.

When he finally showered, dressed in his casual clothes, and checked his empty fridge for food, he decided coffee was the way to go. He rushed out of his apartment and out into the sun. He hated the daytime. It was too bright. Too hot. He headed quickly to the nearest cafe to his dingy apartment. When he entered, he was somewhat glad to be out from under the sun. He looked at the list of coffee and other goods they sold there. His mind whirled at the many possibilities. How many coffees can there be? He stayed out of line by got close to the front to look at the list better. He had never been there before- really this was the only time he actually needed coffee. He looked beside him at a pretty girl getting lemonade. Maybe he would just get what she was getting. He stared hard at the cup as the lemonade was easily made. That seemed easy enough... but what exactly was it? He remained silent and staring as the drink was passed.

[tsun]

Rin Tomora

I looked at the boy who had walked in. I hadn't seen him around here before. He looked like a dull person. Of course, everyone looked very dull to me. I sighed and pulled my PSP out, trying to ignore everything as I started playing.

[Hate_You_All_Xo]

{ Elle is open }

[BlameableAmish]

Cyril/Single/Tagged: Open- Cafe

Cyril watched as the girl looked at him as if he were some uninteresting blob. Her cool blue eyes addressed him for only a brief moment before they slide back to the horrid handheld gaming device. It bothered him slightly at the way the girl brushed him off so carelessly. He had to remember that this was a stranger. And a girl. And the lack of sleep was making him irritable- more so than usual. He took a deep breath and sat at a nearby table. He extended his long legs into a chair in front of him as he continued to contemplate his order. He lifted his bruised bandaged knuckles into his slight as he played with the fabric to keep his hands busy.