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[lean.]

FYI - they were not in the Chernobyl explosion, they were in fact in a Romanian one in this year and the plant is actually going to be named cernavoda. Bump

[rhiannon.]

{ can i reserve a male, please? }

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name;; celestina voileta barbu.
nickname(s);; celeste, viola.
age;; nineteen.
gender;; female.
birth date;; april 20th.
birthplace;; bucharest, romania.

eye color;; greyish-blue.
hair color;; honey brown.
height;; five feet seven inches.
weight;; one hundred and twenty eight pounds.
build;; small and petite.
alterations;; double ear piercings; several new scars.
style;; hipster-ish.

likes;; silence, animals, learning.
dislikes;; suffering, most people, driving.
fears;; failure that causes suffering.
personality;; knowing, reserved, stoic.
history;; lonely.

mother;; deceased.
father;; deceased.
sisters;; both deceased.
brothers;; deceased.
crushes/lovers;; none.
friends/enemies;; tba.
talent;; telepathy.

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meet celestina voileta barbu, the daughter of two wealthy real-estate agents from romania. her name has been passed down in her family for many generations on her fathers side, always going to the first born daughter. so yes, she does share a name with one of her aunts and her grandmother barbu. she prefers to be called celeste, as she finds it less formal and easier to say. of course, she and her siblings all got their dashing looks from their mothers side of the family. celeste is almost a spitting image of her nana. she does, however, have the signature barbu height, which is almost perfectly average. her father's family isn't too interesting, and frankly, neither is she. celeste is quite reserved, always keeping to herself. she feels that others should make the first move, and that's why she isn't very outgoing. celeste has a great thirst for knowledge, making her very knowledgeable. her past experiences also make her wise beyond her young years. her past also is the reason why she is so stoic. ever since she was young, she's been alone. her parents were busy all the time, and she was too independent to listen to her governess. with barely any supervision, celeste was free to wander the streets of the large capitol city, making new friends and learning about things beyond her wildest imagination. since her parents were so happy with their busy, luxurious life, celeste had to hide how she really felt. it's as if all her emotions are surrounded by gigantic brick walls, containing even the wildest of emotions. celeste became more of a dirty street rat, despite her families riches. the only reason her family was even near the explosion was because her parents were considering taking up a big project, and they were viewing the area. she and her siblings were asked by their parents to tour the factory nearby. unfortunately, the explosion killed her family, and gave her several reminders of the fateful day. her 'reminders', as she calls them, include severe scarring along her back, which can be easily hidden, a long scar running along her left arm from her wrist to her elbow, a faint scar across her lips, and a small chunk of her ear missing, which is hidden by her hair most of the time. she also gained a telepathic ability. of course, celeste can read the mind of anyone she choses, but only one at a time. if she concentrates hard enough, there is a five mile limit of her abilities, but normally she can't go over eyesight view. she can exchange thoughts with said person, the two talking back and forth.

[lean.]

By the way, the healer can also inflict pain to anybody interested in the last two boys. They are the teleporter and the healer, please pm me reserves. Also please remove signatures when we start
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[lean.]

bump.

[blackbird.]

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Name| Constantin Dalca
Gender| Male
Age| 18
Mutation| Healing
Birthplace| Manchester, England
Birthday| 12 February
Orientation| Straight
Crush| None

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Hair colour| Blonde
Eye colour| Blue
Height| 5' 8"
Weight| 150 lbs
Skin tone| Fair

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Personality| Constantin is a very adventurous boy. He is curious and loves to explore. As a child, he enjoyed reading adventure stories about children finding a secret passageway leading to a mystery which needed to be solved. He always dreamed he would find one in his house but he never did. Instead, he would always venture out of his house and exploring. From his neighbourhood to his country, then to the world. Constantin is a very outgoing guy who loves to have fun. He's an extroverted person and he is quick to make friends. He is open about his feelings and isn't afraid of being seeing as 'unmanly'. He wears his feelings on his sleeve and is very expressive. He doesn't believe in keeping things in and encourages people to do so as well. He is warm and friendly and is sensitive to the feelings of others. Constantin is very optimistic. He is like a bright ray of sunshine in the dark times because he never gives up and he gives people hope. Even after his parents' death, he was optimistic as he knew they were in a better place. His determination and perseverance is driven by this hope and so he never gives up. He always believes in a better day and tells people that. Sometimes his optimism may cloud his judgement but he always sticks to the positive side anyway. He sees the good in people and believes that people can change for the better. Constantin is also very reliable. He is responsible for himself and for others. In school, he was given roles and he always lived up to expectations, even exceeding them. He is independent and can take care of himself as well as others. He will always stand up for others and doesn't like fights to happen. He's a peacemaker like that.

History| Constatin was born in England, to an English businessman of a father and a Romanian weapons expert mother. His mother lived in Romania because of her job, and his father had his work in Manchester. It was hard for a few years, but his father managed to open an investment in Cernavoda to be close to his mother. Constantin was three years old when this happened. He grew up in a home and was fluent in both English and Romanian. He had a great childhood with good grades, many friends and loving, albeit absent, parents. On that fateful day, he had just gotten his results for his chemistry exam. He had topped his class and with chemistry being his mother's favourite subject as a child, he was eager to share the news with her. He was on his way to visit her at her workplace, the nuclear plant, when it exploded. His mother was killed instantly and his got second degree burns on his left arm. However, instead of getting treated, Constantin ran away. This was because his burns healed right before his eyes. He freaked out and ran away before anyone could find out. He tested his powers by stabbing himself with a knife. It still hurt, but after a few seconds of the wound stinging, it healed. He tried it on others, and it worked. However, he cannot bring back the dead no matter how hard he tries. Constantin lived with his father for a few weeks before he died of radiation poisoning.

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Form by: me
Character by: me
Face claim: Kenton Duty
Photo belongs to: original owner

[lean.]

bump.

[mudhoney]

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well, here goes..
height ; 6'2"
weight ; 180 pounds
gender ; apparently male.
age ; 17
sexuality ; i'm straight.
ethnicity ; a good deal russian.
relationship ' available.
crush ; eh.
nicknames ; ollie.
what are you? ; a teleporter.
faceclaim ; dominik santorski.

well, i made it out with a good deal of burns, and some nasty scars to show. a third degree and two second degrees. honestly, i'm surprised i'm still here. even with my injuries i got off on the good end. but i gained some superhuman power, teleporting. i'll find a use for it someday, eh? but before all this happened, i was near the location on a personal hiatus, i needed to get away from home. but i wont get into that. but as a result of a dysfunctional family, i'm pretty risky, maybe a tad dangerous. your typical bad boy. not afraid of anything & willing to take chances. but beyond those attributes, i can care about things. i'm pretty nice towards people i find worthy of my affection. i'm not saying that like it's a privilege, but more of an uncommon event. on to greater things, my looks. i'm not at all special, your average tall & mildly muscular kind of guy. i don't find a use in combing my hair, or changing clothes every single day. i'm fond of the look my grey eyes give me, but not so much of my lips. a little too.. plump. i'd prefer that you call me ollie, oliver is annoying. i'd also prefer we get on good terms the first time, i don't apologize.
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[lean.]

okay, so we can now start. You can either role in first person or third, and when you get a crush please pm me, this isn't about love, it's about their life after the incident and them adjusting to their new life, love is more like third or fourth on the list. My post will be up very soon, I kinda made it already.

[lean.]

I woke up quietly to a nice wind, it's how I woke up nowadays, I no longer got really could without a heater and I never overheated. It was a perk to everything. I looked out the window of my house and then turned towards my door, my brother stood there and held a small dormouse in his hands. "S-sissy, I w-want you to t-take Viktor.." He said in a small voice, his broken English heavy with his thick Romanian accent. [color=#800000]"You're sure? But he's your favorite dormouse." I replied, my English wasn't as broken, the American tutors had been teaching Elias and I English since the Americans decided to take us out of the country. The only things I hated about leaving was when I got to America Elias would have to leave me for a while and I was leaving the only home I knew. I looked at Elias as he nodded, sniffling over everything that had already happened. He handed me the dormouse. "I'll keep him safe, promise." I said honestly, Anya had came by earlier this morning to help us and see us off, she was staying home, I couldn't blame her. I told her that I had requested that Elias live with a foster family, as long as they could keep in touch. "He deserves better than a life in a cabin with a few teenage strangers, but he wants to go, and I'm worried what if he was staying me and something went wrong and my talents just..." I couldn't finish the sentence, it was all too much to think of. "Amran," Anya started using the stupid nickname Elias had given me when he was a toddler and unable to pronounce Ioanna or Amra correctly. "if he was with you, you wouldn't harm him, you control your talents, they do not control you." Anya said sternly before leaving me to help Elias pack. I stood from the table we had been sitting at and headed towards the room. Viktor had been sitting on my shoulder the whole time and scurried closer to my neck as I started to walk up the stairs. Arsenio wasn't particularly happy to see that he had to share his master with another animal but settled for it, seeing it wasn't a cat. I grabbed my luggage and walked down to living room, putting down my luggage I bent down and hooked Arsenio on the leash. The American said something about Arsenio and the dormouse having to go in the cockpit and into a cage. I stood up quickly and set my eyes on him. "Then I must insist put me in the cockpit with them or find a way to have them with me." I said firmly before watching him gulp and nod, I mean we were riding in some private jet courtesy of the United States charity to us troubled Romanian children. I grabbed my bag and walked them to the car they had and tossed them in the backseat before walking back into the house. "Anya, Elias it's t-time." I said with my voice shaky. I would miss my home.

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We landed in Colorado the next day, Elias and I held to each other tight as we walked through the airport, but as we got to luggage we spotted his foster family. They were a young couple with a son of their own about the same age as Elias, they looked nice but the son was a different story. "You must be the Jacobsons. Nice to meet you, I'm Ioanna Cerkezovic, Elias' older sister." I said politely. The woman moved towards me and gave me a brisk hug before murmuring a thank you. The man looked at Elias and handed him a small box wrapped in festive paper. Elias had used his manners and said thank you before unwrapping it to find a soccer ball and a jersey of his favorite Romanian footballer. He said thank you again and put them back in the box and beside his luggage on the ground. Elias looked at me and then watched as Viktor climbed out from my pocket and onto my shoulder, the couple and their son jumped back as I grabbed him from my shoulder gently and moving towards Elias. "Looks like somebody wishes to say goodbye..." I said before handing Viktor to him quietly, the dormouse made a small noise and crawled towards Elias neck, the dormouse rubbed his pelt against Elias' neck before scurrying back to my pocket. I then moved to give Elias a hug and felt a tear escape, I had been pushing them back the whole time. "Be safe and write, Elias Cerkezovic." I said in a joking motherly tone before standing and seeing a government official walk up behind the couple to take me to the cabin and have me checked by one of their medics. I nodded to him and the Jacobsons moved reluctantly out of his way and stood protectively next to Elias and I. "Miss Cerkezovic, sorry to interrupt but we best be going." He said without a hint of apology in his voice. "So I see." I replied before nodding to the Jacobsons and glancing at their son quickly. "Take care of him and please write me every now and then if he doesn't or can't." I said to the couple before hugging Elias again and collecting my luggage and following the government man. We ended up standing before a sleek black car and loading it up I watched the peoples movement. I scoffed at done of the actions done by the Americans, the airport was louder than that back home. I eventually climbed into the car and awaited my arrival to the cabin. Once I arrived there I took my luggage and put it in my designated room. Then the man guided me to a woman in a doctors coat and she began to ask me questions about how I felt. She took a few drops of my blood and put them in vials before saying her goodbyes. It felt strange and weird but I shook it off and left to unpack.


<< OOC;; so tomorrow I'll make the speech italic or colored depending on who speaks, please remove signatures from now on, thank you.