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xxxname: ricatto micalo garcia
xxxnick name:ric
xxxage: eighteen
xxxbirthday: dec.sev
xxxgender: male

xxxheight: 6'2
xxxweight: 137 lbs
xxxhair: musky blonde
xxxeyes: grey-ish blue
xxxbuild: buff and filled
xxxskin: light

xxximpression: tough and wild
xxxgood: brave, laid back,
xxxnight owl
xxxbad: insane, hot headed,
xxxshort temper
xxxfears: losing purpose

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her full name is kellin reina alleghany. she's got the same last name as a county in north carolina.
she's got the same middle name as a character in a book. she's got the same first name as a
singer. she is anything but an original, when it comes to names. age wise, she's 19. she can't
tell if she looks younger or older; some say older, some say younger. but nobody says just right.
she's a smart girl, but not when it comes to school. she isn't in college. she never wanted to
be. even if she had wanted to, they'd never accept her. she'd be lucky not to get kicked out
of community college. she isn't exactly rebellious, but she has a bit of a mouth. not only
when it comes to insults, either. she'll talk about anything and everything. kellin will hold
debates with anybody. she can often be found at a waffle house at four in the morning,
drunk and debating the mysteries of the universe with a seventy year old man possessing
about one tooth. she hates cursing; it's for people who don't have a wide vocabulary. but
she does like to come up with creative insults. kellin has absolutely no filter, and she's quick
to judge and accuse. she is hard to get along with for long periods of time and will only help herself.

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✤name;; pepper marie la'fronte
✤age;; seventeen years young
✤gender;; female
✤rank;; the glue

✤hair color;; dirty blonde
✤eye color;; aqua
✤skin tone;; pale, slightly tanned
✤tattoos;; bird on collarbone
✤disabilites;; none

✤crush;; peter//hacker
✤status;; single
✤orientation;; heterosexual//straight

✤good traights;; kind, warm-hearted, bold, protecting
✤bad traights;; pessimist, shallow, judgemental
✤strengths;; climbing, keeping calm
✤weaknesses;; being alone

[minho]

so the last spot has been reserved. it'd be hecka cool if all forms were done by the end of the day c: i also updated character relations. because, well, the winning vote was for me to set them. i haven't got the enemies and friends down, but the crushes are up. c:

[god of calamity,]

The trigger's form is finished! c: Please tell me if anything needs to be corrected or deleted. I'd be glad to do either. c:

[GrayStar51]

[ my form is finished as well. ]

[minho]

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location: berg
title: the leader
age: nineteen - april 23rd
tags: open
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he always knew he was unlike those who surrounded him. it wasn’t the kind of difference when he craved or begged for attention. this uncanny feeling took up residence in the pit of stomach; tucking itself so it remained warm. the distinction had zero to do with his height, the mismatched eyes (blue and brown), or the ability to crinkle his nose like a bunny rabbit. the difference was odd – threatening his existence. his current condition reminded him of an old poem, a poem he could pull up on the computer devices that were regularly used. if – by rudyard kiplin. just one line, and maybe a few others: “ if you can keep your head when all about you are losing theirs and blaming it on you.” that was the situation he was in day to day. people dosed up on a drug labeled as “bliss” because of its intoxicating feeling of calmness. if the people of denver had lived in a lesser time, coen figured the prescription pill would have treated severe anxiety problems, the disease “the flare” eating away at minds causing them to get kicked out of the city walls, and the apathetic mood everyone had…coen noticed his difference but never called himself out on it. his father was lost to the disease, his mom indulging herself in the bliss to make the journey of a crank easier, and his little sister dead by a crank…coen never felt mad – the mad where you believe spiders are crawling about on your arms. he was neighbored by bombs waiting to blow, yet the nineteen year old hadn’t contracted any symptoms.

so when the bergs flew over the city, he knew they were there for him.

that’s not to say he didn’t believe there were others like him. though, such an idea was highly doubtful and diminished from his mind at once. he was inside his house, peeking through a window, watching as the citizens ran into their own homes some tripping over the blissfuls. whoever was in the berg had to get through security, giving some time to those still out there to head for shelter. coen did the opposite. like the gnawing feeling in his stomach, he felt his best chance of survival was to step outside and brace the fate brought upon him. he didn’t bother to say goodbye to his mother. her dead blue eyes staring at the ceiling, her lips moving to mumble words that didn’t make sense: immune, they’re here, run. but no alarm rising from her throat. coen stepped outside, quickly seized by three men in white coats. maybe they had thought he’d put up more of a fight? no, there was no reason to. wherever they were taking him would leave bad memories to rot, even if this meant death. securing him with electronic handcuffs, one man led him away out of the security denver had to offer and into the flying machine. he heard shouting behind him. coen didn’t bother to look. the six foot tall guy was led into one of the bergs rooms. it looked big enough to host a party. such a thought brought him to smile. party, really? more like welcoming you to your death.” he told himself, shaking his head as the door was closed and the clang of the locks could be heard. coen sat on a bean chair. these things are ancient. he thought again, nudging his elbows into the fabric and feeling the false texture of real beans. probably the plastic balls – that was his best guess. in a circle there were three chairs on his right, and three chairs on his left. if what he was thinking was right, then there were others like him.


i am going to be adding all characters and stuff. everyone who has posted a form is welcomed to begin. c:

[god of calamity,]

TristinPierce
L e t / T h e / R a i n / C o m e / D o w n
Tris

It had been a normal day for Tris, she had done her normal chores and done everything like usual, like any normal person. Except, Tris wasn't normal. She looked like any non infected human being, did everything like them, except that she was immune to the flare. Yes, I said it. Immune. She wouldn't allow anyone else to know. She was afraid of the consequences. However, as the sound of the bergs overhead were heard, Tris felt her stomach drop. She raced to her house, but by then it was too late. Her heart sank.

"Where is she?!" Shouted a man in white, yelling at her mother. Tris clenched her fists. Like hell was she going to let him yell at her mother like that!

"Hey!" Tris shouted, rushing forward. She slammed a fist into his back, but before she could react on what happened next he turned around and caught her in his arms. No matter how much she squirmed, the man's grip never faltered as he heaved her up over her shoulder. Her eyes met with her mother's, and she noticed the tears welling within them. She bit the inside of her cheek and mouthed a good bye, a good bye she was sure meant forever. Her mother turned away, and collapsed onto the ground, crying. This encouraged Tris, she began to slam her fists into the mans back, trembling. It was then she realized how familiar this was. Why? She had nightmares like this. She had dreamt this. "Let go of me!" She screamed, but before she could react much more two men grabbed her arms and put electronic handcuffs on them, leaving them immobile. So instead, she cursed the man's ear off.

She was carried off, away from her mother and father and towards her immediate fate that all felt like deja vu. For what felt like hours, she cursed and squirmed, being extremely hard to cooperate with until she was shoved through her towns secruity system, rid of weapons, and thrown into one of the flying things. A berg. There, her eyes met with another boy, and her eyes found the chairs sitting beside him.

"W-What..?" She gasped, rubbing her arms. Her eyes searched him, wondering who he was and why he was here like her. Oh, she thought. He's like... me. Lowering her head, she approached the bean bag beside him and slumped down in defeat, her blonde hair shading her face.

[Excuse the bad first post >3< I've had to deal with state wide testing today, what a pain. -sigh- ]

[reasonable.]

PEPPER
Pepper Marie La'Fronte
female | seventeen | the glue
tagged: open
shirt and shorts
the burg
feeling alone and afraid
no crush & single
❝ i will fly, chase the wind, touch the sky. ❞
— brave.

the girl had been on the flying ship for hours, her mind already whizzing like it was trying very hard to stay stable right then. but it almost hadn't been. she is pepper la'fronte. seventeen. blonde. afraid. drawing in a long breath, she hugged her left knee tightly, letting the other one lay straight across the floor in front of her. two other kids had entered, somewhere near her age, but she hadn't dared to open her mouth. not in here, not now. Her eyes were fixed on the feet in front of her, like they meant something; she knew they didn't. the thought that everything was gone from her now just wouldn't fit in her mind. she had remembered the day as if it had happened only moments before, only moments before she had watched the men take her away. but that was only the smallest detail. lifting her leg up to her chest again, she hugged them both tighter to her chest, afraid that if she let go she would lose not only her grip, but her mind. she was afraid the flare would get to her, but she knew she was unlike them all. letting a single tear flow down her cheek, her aqua colored gaze shimmered slightly before the color slowly dimmed into nothing, faded into an empty orb of sorrow. she tried not to think about it, she really did. but it was all too real. only the night before had she said something she wished could have never happened. but it had. they had come. blinking, her mouth parted as her eyes widened, remembering each and every detail.

the wind was whipping from the open window in front of her. forcing herself to close it, pepper breathed out heavily to face her parents emotionless faces. 'because of you i'm stuck in this stupid house! we're poor, and your almost dead!' the words had flowed out of her mouth swiftly, easily, like she'd been waiting to say it her whole life. her eyes blazed with an unknown fire as she stepped forward, watching tears flow from her mother and father's eyes. 'your dying because your too weak to even fight it! to be like me!' pepper's hand flew across her fathers arm, hitting him as he stumbled backwards into a chair. she was crying as well- but she wiped them on the back of her hand and threw her sisters toy across the room. 'life isn't for happy endings!
' she screamed. she had turned- she had walked. both had died that evening, and she hadn't even felt sorry- she hadn't. her sister had died as well, her outstretched hands pleading and begging for pepper's help. her sister's eyes were hollow, and she pulled hair away from her head, her vein pulsed from her forehead as if she was angry- she was desperate. pepper had then realized what a mistake she had made. she begged them to calm down, to think clearly, calmly. but that only made her parents crumple to the floor, still clutching and screaming. the white men had taken pepper then, as she loosely let them take her away, her arms hanging behind her as they shocked her, hit her and threw her onto the ship.

pepper hadn't realized her face was stained in tears, like a river as a puddle had surrounded her, clutching her knees as her knuckles had turned even paler. she would never get angry again- never again. she would make thing's right between people, unlike the way she had left both her parents and sister. another girl was soon thrown on as well, and immediately pepper staggered upward and leaned against the wall for support as she stood up and made her way across the room to face them. she wasn't like most blonde's. she was smart, witty, and knew how to keep calm. 'im pepper.' she spoke, her voice not coming out shakily but more calm- more steady, as she sat down in a bean bag, feeling it shift to fit her weight as she lifted her hair behind her face and behind her ears. she would make it through. she would not fall like her family.

[[this is what happens when you let me get very high muse cx

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at; home
feeling; confused,scared
crushing; coen & ricatto
tagged; x
song; summertime sadness
nationality; japanese
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this day, a normal day for hana and her family. with both her parents who used bliss as they could afford for each of them and already knew, their only daughter did not need such strange medicine to hallucinate her as she was immune. outside of her house, there were people who had been affected by the so called 'flare'. It slowly ate at their brain, as if it was something in a horror movie. hana, although was immune to it and was always wondering why she was and how she even could be. at the moment though, hana was brushing her hair with an old brush that had been passed down the family throughout the generations of her family, as the small brushes were made of unique hair that made most hair smooth and straight...it was most, but not all. as it was tested on her aunt who had bulging curly hair which was never straight and nor' was it ever close to being smooth. after a moment of brushing strands of her hair, hana laid down the brush on the small table near her which was a piece of junk(or so in her eye). thinking of the table and what trashy objects her family had, and as so she looked over and saw the bergs...she didn't even think of the strange noises she heard outside were from people becoming scared and running to safety.

blinking once or twice she knew why they were here, to gather immune people...which would mean that they would try and get her. standing up from the white arm chair she had been sitting in she looked over to her door, hana didn't know if she would have time to try and run away...or at least not outside but maybe hide. thinking for a minute, she wasn't even sure it was worth a shot as they were getting closer to her house. breathing in deeply she walked over to the window and observed the berg and it's features, it was quite intimidating and she could understand why the people would run. shaking her head she began to walk around in a circle thinking of solutions of getting out of this, until after a moment the thought had never crossed her mind that her parents could be in danger. looking over at her door she rushed over, opening the door slightly and saw her parents were scared and talking about her and how hana was immune. hana, slowly walking out of her room went towards her parents and said to them, "they came for me...or at least most likely. I wish for both of you to not get hurt, so if they do want me then I will go reluctantly of what you say." her mom looked at her worried and her father in shock, but even so...in those moments the door of the house opened and in walked men in white coats who looked official.

as the men came in they grabbed her, she fought a bit at first thinking of how bad things might happen but she would rather them happen to her than to her family. even so, they could still hurt her mother and father but at least they would have a good chance of living. thinking so, she was dragged into the berg and put into a room which already had some people in the room. hana assumed they were like her, immune to the flare and were also dragged away into the berg...although others may have fought more. observing each of them, all of them being unique in ways she walked over to one of the chairs...or otherwise a type of chair called a bean bag chair or whatever you may want to call it. she sat on the far left one, just so she could have time to think of the scenarios and of what could happen to the people who were here. hana took a deep breath and looked over to the others, wondering if any of them would talk about what was going on and why it might be going on. but, they might be like her...thinking, or maybe they just didn't want to talk. shrugging slightly hana looked at the floor, observing it as she didn't know what else to do.