ｊｕｓｔ ａ ＦＡＹＺ - a gone-based roleplay

[MeteorShower]

Shh....

[youre_the_onlyreason]

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The Basics

Name: Kyle Samual Page
Nicknames: Kyle
Gender: Male
Age: 11
Nationality: French

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The Looks

Hair: Blonde
Eyes: Green
Skin Tone: Caucasian, Pale
Height: 4'9
Weight: 87

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The Background

Personality: Kyle is very shy. When you first meet him, you will probably think that he is mute. He only really talks when necessary. He is a bit spoiled at times, but Anastasie has been teaching him better. He is a lot of fun, once you get to know him.
History: He didn't have to go to the Coates Academy as a child, because his parents honestly favorited him. He was homeschooled, by the best teacher in the town. He got anything he wanted, and his parents gave him all of their attention. Kyle normally didn't get told about his sister, unless he asked about her. Every month, his parents would ask what he wanted most, and every time he would say, "I want to be with Anastasie." As much as their parents resented her, she came over every month. What he really wanted was to go to school with her, but they never let him, so he just enjoyed it when he did get to see Anastasie.
Weapon: Crowbar
Power: Telepathy: He can read minds, and talk to people through their minds. It is a regular three bar, though he doesn't know he has it yet.
Affiliation: Student

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The Relationships

Crush: Hannah-Nora
Girlfriend: None
Sexuality: Straight

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Legal Name: Evan Leigh Free
Age: Seventeen
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heteroromantic Asexual
Allegiance: Townies
Crush: N/A
Allies: Unknown
Enemies: Unknown

Cryokinesis: Evan is able to control ice. Due to this power, she isn't sensitive to the cold like many others are, and is immune to her own powers effecting her. With practice, she is able to freeze things in their track, living or non-living, and basically do anything you'd expect someone to control ice would, with the major exception of freezing time. While, admittedly, that would be awesome, it's simply not in her power set. Ever seen Frozen? The Incredibles? Elsa and Frozone should give you a good idea of what she can do. Obviously, there are some weaknesses to this power. Her icy-creations can be melted the way any normal ice would, however she can simply keep icing it over if need be. Regardless, it is more difficult to freeze things in an extremely arid environment (such as a desert) where there isn't a lot of water in the air, it can be done, but it requires a large amount of energy, and she would risk tiring herself out. Another weakness of it is that it is hard to control when her emotions are so high that she can't handle them. If she can't handle her emotions, she can't handle her powers. Any sort of power that can control heat or fire is strong against her, however if they do fight it can quickly end in a tie, as her ice powers could douse the flames and the flames could melt her ice.

Personality:
Rude | Blunt | Cold-hearted | Mean-spirited | Sneaky | Risky | Superiority Complex
Evan is, in truth, very rude, and generally not a good person to be around if you only glance at her bad traits. She knows how to get out of situations, and is very sly when finding ways to get what she wants. Being a very blunt person, you'll never find her sugar-coating anything, and she'll tell you what she really things right then and there, and won't spare a word of detail. Often, she voices her opinions even when not asked, as she can be very mean-spirited and will do almost anything to crush the moral of those she dislikes. Even if she doesn't dislike them, she still would find herself making snide and sarcastic comments simply because she is amused at how people react to them. In all truth, she may not even be meaning to be mean, but will not regret her decision unless it tumbles into something much more serious.
A natural risk taker, she's willing to go the extra mile to get what she wants, confident that she will succeed. Thinking of herself better then others, Evan has no time for people to be complaining about things when there are more important things to do, and often, the most important thing is her. She demands attention, even if not commanding it directly. Not one for friends, she particularly enjoys enemies, as she finds them quite entertaining, however trivial and pointless in the end. She often gets bored, trying riskier, and some may say dumber, things to keep herself occupied. It's not unheard of for her to do something, well, not entirely legal, and if you have something valuable, you can bet that sooner or later, her eyes are going to be set on it.
Often, Evan will disregard others' opinions as not being important, and always takes hers into first consideration when making decisions. She's not easily impressed, and doesn't give out respect to anyone unless they directly prove themselves what she considers worthy to her, regardless of how well-known or well-liked they are with others. However, if one does manage to earn her respect, she won't hesitate to fight for them. Being very defensive, she will protect those who she believes deserves to be protected. Despite it not being her place to judge who deserves what, she still puts it upon herself. She is also incredibly bitter, and can hold a grudge for years. Evan will never be the one to apologize first, and will often give people the cold shoulder; sometimes literally.
Another thing is that she's not afraid to get into a fight, and will do whatever she deems necessary to win, as while she is a courteous winner, she is an extremely sore loser.

Gentle | Careful | Truthful | Aware | Intelligent | Conscience | Fair ; Just | Serene
Despite all of the above, she is very gentle about things. While she may be blunt or rude, she knows when she has to go about things sensitively. She may seem even kind, however she does choose her words very carefully. Although, she does have her moments when she is actually being kind, and despite everything, can be incredibly warm-hearted. One may call it bipolar, but she views it as simply knowing what kind of approaches work, and what kind of people deserve kindness. With being blunt, she is also truthful. Evan finds it difficult to tell lies unless she thinks about them before hand, and with a lot of situations she finds herself in, she's unable to do so. Little white lies, just like everyone tells, she is perfectly fine with, however when it comes to much bigger stuff... Not so much. She finds it distasteful when others lie simply because they can, and not when needed.
Counteracting her risky nature, she is also very careful. She'll be sure she thinks about it, and weighs the pros and cons before doing something considered risky. If she decides that the pros outweigh the cons, she'll go for it. However, she is usually perfectly aware of how the outcome may effect others. Speaking of aware, she finds that she knows well enough what is happening around her, and doesn't usually miss anything. Incredibly perceptive, she can catch little things that other people miss, or would hope that they would miss. She is also aware of he environment, and again is willing to do what it takes for her to survive.
Being a very intelligent individual, she finds that some situations should be easy to get out of when others are struggling, and will often get irritated. However, she finds that her intelligence is most useful when aiding her. She does have a conscience, and a pretty big one. It effects a lot of the things she does, and she constantly battles with it. Guilt weighs on her like bricks, and while she eventually sheds it away, while it's there, it can be crippling. She has come to terms with the guilt of certain things, and it makes what she does much easier. Because of this, she seems very serene, almost blissful, when not yelling.
Another thing many do not expect from her is that she is very fair and just. She believes in equality for many things, and will not flinch to serve out justice where it is needed, unless, however, it is her own actions.

Face Claim: Perrie Edwards
Other: Has a nose piercing, and knows several different types of physical defense and meditation.

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Striking because I want to keep the coding for this, haha.

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--Name: Rafiya Jane Hale
--Gender: Female
--Age: Seventeen
--Allegiance: Students
--S.O.: Aromantic Asexual
--Crush: No one.
--Traits: Rude, non-nonchalant,
apathetic, snarky, careful.
--Power: Energy Constructs;
the ability to create a variety
of weapons and tools out of
pure energy.

Rafiya is a very complicated person. She's very rude and snobby, and doesn't like no being give to her as an answer. She is very arrogant and apathetic as well, more so caring about her own safety, and not caring at all about someone else's. It is very hard to befriend her, as she is constantly making rude or sarcastic remarks, but if someone manages to stick around, she decides they're a pretty good person and will most likely stop at nothing to defend them. However, she does love horror movies and video games.
Face Claim is Karrueche Tran.

[floki,]

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✦--introduction

name; Dylan French
nickname; Dylan
age; Sixteen
gender; Male
orientation;
heterosexual
D.O.B.; February 2nd
power; control fire
rank/gang; townies

✦--appearance

hair; wavy, short
hair color; a light
brown
eye color; dark
brown
height; 5.6'
weight; 145 lbs
muscle tone; little
muscle

✦--status

friends; tbh
enemies; tbh
crush; tbh
siblings; --
crush; tbh

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Dylan French, the smart,
but kind of jerk, kid down
that lived down the street.
An internet geek some may
say, but now, he is a monster.
A freak of nature. He has been
granted the power of controlling
a flame. But he can only control
one when he is near it. Dylan can't
just conjure one up, or pull one out
of his sleeve.
Dylan, like I said, is smart but a jerk
towards some. He is curious as well
and this curiosity has gotten him
into trouble in the past. But he
tries his best to contain it.
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name: adam justice darko.
age: seventeen.
birthday: october 31st, 1996.
zodiac: scorpio.
gender: male.
nationality: canadian.
power: the touch of death, adam has the ability to kill
anybody through a simple touch, only through his hands.
this ability also allows him to 'sense' impending death
and know when somebody will die. it however has
a large toll on his mind.
affiliation: leader of the townies, former student.
weapons: he constantly carries a boot knife, more out
of habit than anything else now as he no longer needs it.
theme: laugh, i nearly died - the rolling stones.

traits: quiet, sullen, morbid, somber, blunt, honest, calm,
self-destructive, devious, aloof, angry, cool, rebellious,
dark, frustrated, shadowed, distant, reserved.
height: six feet.
weight: one hundred fifty-six pounds.
skin: ghostly pale.
hair: thick, coarse, jet black, long sweeps to the right.
eyes: dark, dark brown, nearly black.
style: combat boots, band t-shirts, a black cargo jacket
he always wears, a pentagram necklace he never takes
off, and recently gloves.
body mods: silver stud in bottom left corner of lip, a
zombie capricorn tattoo on his right bicep.

kin: vlad darko is his twin brother, rest unknown status.
crush: currently; none.
formerly; jessica petrova.
girlfriend; none at the moment.
best friend: unknown for now.
friends: unknown.
enemies/rivals: drew, the coates students.

name: vladimir dante darko.
age: seventeen.
birthday: october 31st, 1996.
zodiac: scorpio.
gender: male.
nationality: canadian.
power: electricity manipulation. vlad possesses the
ability to generate and discharge electricity through
conductive media at sufficiently high amounts to kill
grown men or short out a building's electrical systems.
he is also to use his body as a conductor and make
himself electric.
affiliation: townie.
weapons: he has recently start carrying a sword
around with him, he generally keeps it in a sheath
on his back and has if for 'just in case' situations, plus
he thinks it's pretty rad.
theme: river below - billy talent.

traits: fun, energetic, hyper, bold, protective, eager,
easy-going, capricious. in crowds he becomes very
nervous and flighty.
height: six feet.
weight: one hundred forty-four pounds.
skin: ghostly pale.
hair: thick, coarse, jet black, long, sweeps to the left
eyes: dark, dark brown, nearly black.
style: band t-shirts, jeans, converse hightops. he is
never seen without his army green cargo jacket, which
usually has a hoodie under it, no matter how hot it is. he
always, always wears a death note dogtag with all of his
information engraved into the back of it.
body mods: snakebites and a yinyang tattoo on the inside of
his left wrist.

kin: adam darko is his twin, rest are unknown status.
crush: none at the moment.
girlfriend; none at the moment.
best friend: unknown for now.
friends: unknown.
enemies/rivals: drew, the coates students.

credit for forms HaloNova
credit for characters to HaloNova
fc is james cheal.

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♠ full name: wynter marisol rain.
♠ gender: male.
♠ age: sixteen.
♠ birthday: january 15th, 1997.
♠ birthplace: london, england.
♠ power: reality warping.
♠ affiliation: neutral.
♠ weapons: something or other.

♠ sexual orientation: bisexual.
♠ crush: none yet.
♠ voice: click.
♠ height & weight: 5'11'', 156lbs.
♠ hair: stark, snowy white.
♠ eyes: bright moss green, unnaturally vibrant.
♠ body mods: tongue piercing, tattoos on each wrist, yin on the right and yang on the left.

♠ positive traits: thoughtful, peaceful, energetic, stubborn.
♠ neutral traits: capricious, quiet, calm, bold.
♠ negative traits: hostile, bitter, shy, careless.

Meet Wynter, a sixteen year old boy hailing from London, England. This boy was born in the dead of night in the middle of a blizzard and was aptly named for the event, a name he often jokes about himself. At the age of fourteen Wynter moved to Kamloops, Canada and was spending a vacation in Worther beach when the disastrous events of the FAYZ struck. One of the things we should about Wynter is that while his eyes were always an unnaturally bright green, his hair wasn’t always white. In fact, before the FAYZ Wynter’s hair was a blueish black color, but on the morning everything went berserk he woke to find the ends of his hair were white. As it was only a few centimetres he shrugged it off as nothing, but at the days progressed it continued to grow and soon nearly three-quarters of his hair was white. Then in the moment that adults all vanished the rest of his hair transitioned to the color of the snowy season he had been named after.

It took quite a while for the boy to realize his powers, only discovered their function when he was running and his feet began sinking into the pavement as though it were a giant pillow. After that day he discovered he had the power was “reality warping”. What this power meant was that he could make the impossible possible, such as making stone soft, or turning fire into water. He can change almost everything into something else, however he cannot manipulate people or create things from nothingness. With his ability he has joking taken to quoting the most famous line from the anime Fullmetal Alchemist; “Alchemy’s first law of equivalent exchange. Humankind cannot gain something without first giving something in return. To obtain, something of equal value must be lost”. He believes in balance, that no good can exist free of malice and no evil can exist without a slice of good and that everything must be in perfect equilibrium to work.

Wynter tends to be a quiet person, although he opens up fairly easily and quickly becomes a spontaneious ball of energy; however he can easily slip into a sombre state of mind. The boy is a bit of a pacifist, he doesn’t believe violence will solve every problem and would rather talk it out. This doesn’t mean he can’t and won’t fight, the boy is a black belt in several different martial arts and that combined with his ability can combine a recipe for disaster. Wynter is a honest person, albeit a bit blunt, he tends to tell things exactly as he sees them and doesn’t waste time in trying to sweeten a bitter truth.

Throughout the entirety of the FAYZ the boy hasn’t yet chosen a side. He doesn’t want to end up caught in the violence and politics of it all but he knows he will eventually have to choose a side. He does have a preference to the townies over the students and tends to help them out every now and again with things. He has yet to be approached by any Coates students, although the chances of people finding him are extremely limited unless he actually wants to be found. The gauntlets and mazes he creates inside buildings just lead to confusion and oftentimes instil terror in those searching for him and most give up the pursuit. Wynter enjoys his time alone to contemplate matters and his ability allows this to be easily accomplished.

So in brief words, he has an awesome power, cool hair and enjoys time to himself. That’s about all she wrote.

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DEAL WITH IT WEIRDO

name;; Karsten Fehlt Lewenhart,
Draken Stark Lewenhart.
gender;; male
age;; 16, turning 17 in three roleplay days
birthplace;; Nazi Germany
sexual orientation;; heterosexual
religion;; Jewish

height---weight;; karsten, 6'0---211 lbs.
draken, 6'1---214
hair;; over ears, dark brown, curly
eyes;;dark brown
skin;; white
face;; long-gated, smooth
tattoos;; For Karsten, two. One on right
wrist in Celtic writing, black, that says
"FAITH". Another on left hand, middle
finger, white, the Star of David.
Draken has none.

good traits;; karsten- lighthearted, motherly, outgoing, quirky
draken- bold, quiet, serious
bad traits;; karsten- insecure, dark, shy-like, clumsy
draken- insecure, clumsy, shy-like, overly serious
likes;;cooking, Luigi, music, revenge
dislikes;;german, being bored, Psionic Blast

MeetMeet Karsten, the quirky, clumsy, mountain-like dork that you'd rather see in comedy movies, or, flopping around in a puddle of mud in the middle of the day. Okay, okay, that was a bit under-exaggerated. More like flopping around in a puddle of some un identified solid that appears brown and mushy. Anyways, now to steer myself back on track, Karsten lives with his mother, father, and twin brother, Draken. Or, at least, they did live together. Well, I'll get to that later. Karsten was born in Nazi Germany, as did all of his family blood. They were born and raised as Christians, but soon after they moved to America, when Karsten and Draken were 13, they were baptized into the Jewish religion. No way, Karsten is Jewish? You'd never know it. Draken is stricter than their parents alone. Now, now, focus. Obviously, Karsten and his family speak German and English. They were also, all born with blue eyes, except for Karsten. I know, weird. Draken was born with bright, bold blue eyes, while Karsten with dark, chocolate brown eyes. They knew he was unique then.

MeetBut little did they know how dark he could become. See, Karsten has a tendency to be a blood thirsty creature that seeks revenge when deemed needed. Which isn't often, well, actually, that hasn't happened. But, it has always lingered in his personality to be dark in the future, and you wouldn't think about it. Besides from that, he is usually very lighthearted and bubbly, and motherly.. and caring. Very caring. Someone stubs his-her foe and he jumps to the kid, or teenager if crazy enough, with a bandage or wet rag. Karsten is also afraid of trouble. He hates being in the spotlight, and is often quite shy because of that. But, on the most part, he is very outgoing and spontaneous. Draken, on the other hand is very serious and bold. He could, care less if you got hurt, just get up and walk it off. You'll survive. But, really, Karsten and Draken are still very close to eachother. Also, the only real way to tell them apart is if someone gets hurt, you need to see their reactions, or, if you're close enough.. or tall enough, by their eyes.

MeetAh yes, back to.. that day..
MeetIt was just a regular old day, with Karsten's brother and father on a fishing trip in Tennessee, and he at home, cooking lunch. Oh, did I mention Karsten is a fairly good cook? Well, he is. Anyways. His mom was lying down, as she was tired that day, and after a few hours Karsten felt that something was wrong. Shouldn't she be up by now? He travelled down the hallway, and knocked on her door. No answer. He put his ear up to the door. No snoring. He cracked it open, and, she was gone. Bullenbeisser, the family pet, was digging at the bed sheets, sniffing the bed, the carpet, her closet. Nothing. Gone. Poof. From that day forward, everything changed. There was news of radiation, kids that were developing superpowers. He thought he would survive, avoid those freaks. A few nights later, he woke up in the middle of the night with blue, fuzzy vision. He leaned over to turn on the light, as he did, he sat there transfixed, as if he were hypnotized. The bulb shattered, spraying glass all over that side of the room. Karsten yelled, and. Bullenbeisser growled, but as Karsten glanced at the animal, it fell to the ground, still, but breathing. He has developed Psionic Blast, a power that gave him the ability to blow up electronics and link to being's minds, allowing him to shot mental pain at their mind, bodies, paralyze them, and mutate their emotions.

MeetOkay, good, got that out of the way. Fancy? Very.

MeetYou want to know about relationships? Like, romantic relationships? Also, get your tissues ready.
Karsten never really cared about dating until he turned 13, the same year he moved to America. After the move, he met a girl, and her name was Jessica Aaliyah Glass. She was American. They grew to be very close friends, but, a year after Karsten met her, Jessica caught a flesh-eating disease and there was no way to save her, to put it in a short story. She died a few tortuous, agonizing months. That broke Karsten's heart, and he fell into a depression which he eventually came out of by force of Draken. He said, "Don't you remember your last words with her? Didn't she say, 'Don't say that you love me, don't you dare.' And, remember what you said?" Karsten replied back, his voice choked and cracked. "'I love you, deal with it.' And she smiled."

[kona.]

gotta put amanda here

and maybe a new charrie
haven't decided yet

[glassea]

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i've seen your flag on the marble arch
love is not a victory march!
it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah

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kismet laran "kizzy"
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gargoyle touch [two]

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townies

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friends: tba
enemies: students
crush: tba

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at only fourteen, kismet laran is saddled with a most undesirable power. whenever she touches something living - be it grass or even a human - she turns it to solid stone. kismet has yet to discover a cure for what she sees as an affliction. the sole exception to her power is her own skin. she's got only one way to avoid turning everyone to stone: don't touch anyone. ever. since she can't control her power and her entire body is potentially dangerous, kismet covers up as much of her bare skin as possible, especially her hands. the only good thing about her power is that she's protected from attackers, be they wild animals or other humans. before the disappearance of all the adults, kismet was an obedient daughter and a good student with a clear sense of morals. now, she's not so black-and-white. kismet does what she has to survive, and, if desperate, will lie, cheat, and steal to get what she needs. she's not part of the main group of "powerful" townies and recognizes herself as no leader. instead, kismet is content to follow.

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tagged: none/general.
where: high ground outside town.
power: touch of death.
bars: four.
crush: none.
ooc: let's do this.

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The town was in ruins, ravaged the massive flood that was still flowing through the streets, flooding homes and stores. The battle with the Coates students had been devastating to the town, any of the remaining supplies had been or was in the process in of being swallowed by the rivers of water rushing through the streets and sweeping downhill towards the beach. My house had long since been flooded, on the outskirts of town it had been one of the first to go, admittedly though any important supplies that had been in the house were safely stowed away in the bomb shelter in the basement. It was airtight and the water wouldn’t be able to penetrate to thick steel walls. I had managed to crack a grin at thought of one of my older twins wild ideas actually being useful, but now there was nothing to smile about, too much was going on and I felt as though I was grasping at straws. I had no idea what to do anymore, and without Jessi guiding and nudging me along in the right direction I was at a total loss.

All day I had had people coming to me, asking me what to do and all day I had been shrugging and answering with ‘I don’t knows’ and a grim look. There was nothing to do, not until the water receded and god only knew when that would be. There had been many causalities in the fight with the Coates students, kids were tending their wounds and the less injured were scrambling about the find bindings for lacerations and put together shoddy splints for broken limbs. Everyone was in rough shape, especially since nobody had seen hide nor hair of Jessi in the past two or three days. Even I was sporting a few injuries, a massive cut ran parallel with the left side of my spine, running from about the middle of my shoulder blade nearly all the way down, stopping about half an inch above my hipbones. The wound still bleed profusely, although I was careful to keep it tucked away. I didn’t need people fussing over my injuries, especially Vlad who was liable to go ballistic if he saw it. Instead I had managed to scrounge up a considerable amount of gauze from the hospital. In fair honesty nobody even knew the hospital still existed, everybody had woken up one day and it had just been gone. The culprit of the disappearance had informed me that the building was invisible and could only be accessed through one secret hidden portal. I hadn’t bothered to tell anybody else, the person who had set it up had turned the place into a death trap and anybody who wandered in there was just going to get hurt anyways. Plus it had already been raided for valuable supplies in the weeks before it had become an inaccessible and invisible building. I felt no remorse in keeping my knowledge of the building a secret along with several other buildings like it, including the police station and a computer shop downtown, although to my knowledge the computer shop had been sunk into the ground entirely, sealed off from anything and everything and it was as though the building no longer even existed. I’d also heard that a boy named Jared was working to connect to the outside world from said shop and only he and the person who had hidden the building knew how to get to it. At least that was the last thing I had heard, I hadn’t been keeping track of it in light of recent events.

A heavy sigh slipped through my lips and I immediately regretted the action, the expanding of my ribcage sent a split pain shooting down my back and I inhaled sharply, biting my tongue and cursing profusely under my breath. Will the gauze had soaked up as much blood as it could the blood had begun to seep through my t-shirt and in turn, my jacket. The sharp coppery scent of my blood was starting to hang in the air and it wouldn’t be long before somebody noticed the growing stain on my back. I needed to leave, find somewhere to hide before somebody came along and started to question me about the next course of action. Gritting my teeth and narrowing my eyes against the pain I pushed myself to my feet and struck off in a random direction, hoping I wouldn’t encounter any other townies in my travels for a place to rest.

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☠♚ Barry Diaz ♚☠

Name: Barry T. Diaz
Age: Seventeen
Country of Origin: Canada
Alligence: Students

Ability/Power: To turn into a common-ferret.
Level: One

Brief Summary: /wip/