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tagged: jess, drew, kev, han, ky, mars.
feeling: murderous, broken.
where: town streets.
power: touch of death.
bars: four.
crush: jessi(?)

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“You two are a cute couple, asking the same questions.” My eyes narrowed, and teeth ground together, my hands still clenched into painful fists in my pockets. Oh how I wanted to wring his neck, and watch that smug light bleed out of his eyes. I was never any good at political games, I still wasn’t, but I knew enough about Drew to hate him regardless of what his goals and intentions were. “Peace?” I hissed under my breath, “Like you want peace, you just want power.” My tone was lone, inaudible to him, but maybe just loud enough for Jessi although her attention was focused elsewhere. Mostly on threatening Drew, however he simply batted her threat away with a flick of his hands. Yeah, that’s fair. I thought with a scowl on my face. She obviously has no way to defend herself but with weapons, whereas you can throw her into the sky with a mere thought.

I remained silent for a time, allowing Jessi and Drew to have it out. I was uncomfortably aware of Marsden scrutinizing me from where he stood beside Scarlett. I had never liked Mars either, but then again I had a tendency to dislike everyone I ever met upon meeting them. He did however toss Jessi’s weapon back to her and the girl holstered her gun, attention still being held by Drew who had Hannah-Nora levitated in the air in front of him. My scowl only deepened at that, but Jessi soon had him put the little girl down and I watched as Kevin dragged the little girl behind himself. Even a few feet away I could hear the electric humming radiating off of him and knew that he was getting ready to have an absolute meltdown, how he managed to touch the little girl without frying her brains was beyond me. “Get them out of here,” I snapped and he nodded shakily, grabbing each child by the hand and walking away from the group.

My attention was snapped away from brother in a matter of seconds. “You’re one of us Adam, don’t pretend you’re not.” Just like that the anger I had been wrestling down broke loose and I started forward, fists free of both my pockets and their gloves. “Don’t you ever-” I started but was cut off by Jessi who was pleading to know what he was talking about, her arms wrapped firmly around my bicep. “I don’t want anything you have to offer me Drew,” I sneered. “Unlike your little cult here I cannot be bought by false promises or even threats.” Jessi was the only thing holding me back from sinking my fist into the telekinetic boy’s face, dragging me back and pleading to leave. “Don’t be so surprised when your own side turns against you Drew. Where there is tyranny there is always rebellion, and just remember that even in the beginning I was the one who started it all by defying your rule the day I came to this school.” With that I turned on my heel and stalked away, leading Jessi around the nearest building so as to avoid us becoming concrete pancakes.

I had peeled my gloves back onto my hands and pulled my arm free of Jessi’s grasp. All of the seething rage drained from my body and I sagged against the wall of the building, trying not to collapse as everything crashed down on me. I could do this, I wasn’t meant for this and if Drew ever, ever found out that Kevin was brother and used him against me then that would be the end of it all. I would cave in a instant and give myself up for the safety of my brother. He didn’t know though, he couldn’t know. No, right now I just had the exhaustion and pressure of being a leader when the only thing I’d ever known how to do was defy everything everyone said and get into scraps over nothing. I was no leader, I was a murdered. “God, I can’t do this,” I whispered, my voice breaking as a choked sob escaped me. I lurched forwards; mind too clouded to think properly and wrapped my arms around Jessi, burying my face in her shoulder. I stood there, shocked at myself and expecting her to fall limply to the pavement but she didn’t she stood firm and another sob racked my body as tears rained down on her skin.

I stood like that for a long time, letting silent sobs shake my body as I let out years worth of bottled anger, fear and pain pour out of me. How long had it been since I’d last cried? Four, five years? I couldn’t even remember anymore. “I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” I didn’t even know what I was apologizing for, maybe it was for gripping her so tightly, maybe it was for the tears that were soaking her clothes and skin, maybe it was because I was weak, I didn’t even know anymore. All I did know was that I hated myself more than anything else in the world right now. I hated myself for not knowing, and most of all for appearing so weak in front of somebody I had wanted to be strong for.

The tears finally slowed and then stopped and for a long time I stood with my head buried in her shoulder, hiding from the world. “I’m sorry,” I whispered again letting go of her and turning away, not wanting her to see the pained look in my eyes. “Maybe, maybe you should go see Cassie. I-I think I should be alone.” I wiped the remaining tears away and started off in the direction of my house, shoulders hunched and hands in my pockets. Maybe now I would be able to sleep.

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location: back alley
r. status: single - adam(?)
tagged: adam darko
power: the healer
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paragraphJessi felt his presence behind her and wasn't bothered when he roughly moved her hand from his arm. She walked silently, following him to where he was going. It was gloomy and dim where they now stood but she didn't mind the scenery much. A resonance echoed from his body, glowing almost. It wasn't visible but she could immediately tell he was hurting inside. She'd seen it all before. With other people. It made her feel the same and that was why she was so good at her job but ... she didn't say anything.
paragraphThe embrace was unexpected and she almost jerked away from being killed but she didn't. She stood there, only taking half a step back to carry all his weight. She held him tightly, wrapping her arms around him. Warm liquid ran down her neck and she couldn't help from feeling strikes of emotions as he sobbed to her. Why wasn't she dying? She didn't know but it didn't matter now. Just so she was here with him. Jessi slid her hand up his back in a soothing way, murmuring something softly to him. "Don't be sorry. It's okay ... You can do whatever you want to do. You are a brave leader. You'll make it." She whispered this in his ear, ignoring his tight embrace on her body. He stood taller than her by inches but she still held him like she would any other person. "I'm here ... I'm here ..." Jessi soothed, running her fingers through his hair. why wasn't she dying yet? Was he finally able to control it? She didn't understand any of it still but she knew one thing: She had to be here for him not and not worry about tomorrow or the next five minutes. Just now. And him.
paragraphJessi moved her hand from his back as he pulled away. Her leather jacket had been soaked with tears along with her chest and neck. It was important though. Even though he turned away before she could search his face for any answer, she noticed the redness of it all and the pain. Especially the pain. She felt a pang of sadness and pity inside her but she stood firm and swallowed hard. "Adam," She called, looking down at his boots as he attempted to get out of reach from her. "Don't leave. Not yet. C'mon ... Let's .... go to Cassie's together and uh ..."
paragraphJessi's eyes met his, full and reach with a glimmer shining on them. She hesitated but continued as she made her way to him. Standing under his height, she looking up into his eyes. "We can talk or ..." She shrugged it off, not knowing how to say it. "I'm here, okay? I'm here Adam."

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tagged: jess, drew, kev, han, ky, mars.
feeling: murderous, broken.
where: town streets.
power: touch of death.
bars: four.
crush: jessi(?)

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I was only a few feet away when the girl called my name, it was soft and I almost didn’t hear it. The tide of emotion that had consumed me was beginning to ebb away and I now longer felt as though I needed to shed tears, I’d spilled enough today, maybe enough for a long time. I stopped with my back to the girl, shoulders still hunched, hands still in my pockets. You could have killed her you know. A small voice growled in the back of my head. She could have died and it would have been all your fault. I cringed slightly at the thought. But she didn’t, she’s okay and now we know that it isn’t just your skin in general. But then again if you hadn’t been such a coward you would’ve gone and tested your power out to it’s full capabilities. I bit my tongue slightly. Wouldn’t that just make you a monster? It doesn’t matter, at least you would’ve known. I shoved the thoughts away and turned to face Jessi, aware that my pale skin was red and that my eyes were swollen from crying so much.

“Okay, let’s go to Cassie’s,” I finally said quietly, lacing my own gloves fingers through her bare ones. I walked in silence for a few moments until I found the black Tans Am I had been using a mode of transportation recently. We loaded into the car in silence and I began to drive. It took a few more minutes for me to finally shatter the silence. “I’ve been having nightmares,” I started tentatively. It mattered little now, trying to hide behind my tough façade, it had fallen apart now. “I never remember how they start, I just, I lose my mind in them. My power, it, it consumes me and I kill everyone who comes near me. It always starts with Kevin though, and never a slow death either. I somehow make it slow and excruciating, I listen to him scream in agony, begging me to kill him. Do you know what that’s like? Watching one of the only people I would give my life for die under my grip and beg for death, crying and screaming you name, begging you to stop.” I looked away for a moment, eyes haunted. “I always wake up in the middle of the night screaming, it’s why I don’t sleep, why I avoid it for as long as possible and why I’ve made everyone leave my house to stay in a different one.” I turned my attention back to the road, knowing where to drive even though I had only been to the girl’s house once.

“About what Drew said earlier, I know you want answers about that too,” I said, shifting the subject. “I was a student at Coates, sent there because I was always getting into fights. Nothing special, I know, most guys get into scrapes every now and again. The only thing was that my fights were becoming more common and far more violent. The last straw was because I hospitalized two guys, one of them nearly died. I was labelled as psychotic. Drew and his little team of course tried to get me to join them once upon a time, but I refused. I wouldn’t let his little squad control me and he seems to still be trying to get me to join him. I hate the guy, I mentally kill him in every way possible whenever I see or hear about him. He just thinks I should be with them, and maybe I should be.” I sighed heavily as we pulled up to Cassie’s and headed towards the house. “I mean, I have far more than a few psychotic thoughts each and every day and the only thing that has been keeping my rage in check has been the fact that I don’t sleep enough to function properly. That and somewhere deep down I don’t want to hurt you or Kevin, especially Kevin, he may be my older brother, but he’s my responsibility he can barely look after himself.” I offered her a rueful smile and gesture her to go inside. “I guess we’re here now though, so, let’s uh, do whatever it was you were gonna do.” Another tired smiled from me and we headed into the house.

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hange was difficult for Jared Winston ever since his father's death. That one moment of hearing his mother utter those horrid words had scarred him. His mother nearly had a total mental meltdown. She monitored everything he did. Every friend, song, clothing article, poster, food . . . she nearly monitored his thoughts. Change became impossible for him after that.

creedwashereJared decided that Salem lived the life he had always dreamed of. He had imagined what it would be like to be the kind of person to throw caution to the wind, to take the rule book and burn it -- minus the drug, alcohol, smoking, and jail part. He wouldn't be as punk as Salem, wouldn't have piercings or tattoos or things like that, but he wanted to be free to make those decisions for himself. That was the life he imagined for himself. He had never had the courage to do anything like it. He had almost done it, though. He had nearly told his mother he didn't want to listen to Bach, that he could pick out his own clothes, that he didn't want to be a doctor but a guitarist. He had even nearly left home. He'd had his bags packed, a destination in mind. But he hadn't made it to the front door. The only freedom he had known was in computers and that was only because his mother had no idea he'd been hacking and coding since he was fourteen. Jared had to admit it to himself, he was a coward, even when it came to his own mother. He hated that about himself. But to have a punk girl stand by his side and cheer him on . . . maybe he could become the person he wanted to be, rather than who his mother and society had molded him into.

creedwashereHis ears nearly perked at the mention of him being cool, fun, and amazing --- all in the same sentence, all by the same girl. That was pretty much equal to the Red Sea being parted to Jared. He smirked, looking around. "Well, I'll let you in on a secret," he said, and laid a hand on her shoulder, "I don't see any of those guys around here. But even if I did, I know for a fact that it's extremely difficult to tell between sanity and insanity when you're the latter."

creedwashereHe sniffed, making his way through the stacks of random computer parts and to the back room. He was thankful that he had basically lived in this store before the FAYZ. Knowing that there was a small generator under in the back room that the owner always kept fully juiced made his life a little easier. He started it up, the noise a growl that could hardly be heard once he closed the door. A CD player was sitting on the counter next to a stack of rock CDs. He sifted through them, though he was pretty sure that Salem, Markum, and he were on the same page when it came to music. He looked up at Salem as he held up two CDs: Red's Faceless and Papa Roach's Road to Annihilation. He raised an eyebrow to ask which one she preferred. "The guy who owns this place, Markum, basically took me in once he heard kids making fun of me because I showed up the computer science teacher. Markum's the closest thing I've had to a father since mine died. My mom doesn't know about him at all, so don't tell if we ever get out of this place."

creedwashere"You know, that underground idea sounds good. This is going to be the birthplace of some hefty stuff and it should stay secret until it's finished." He took a look around but quickly decided that they were alone. He smiled at her, the mischievousness mixing with seriousness in his blue-grey eyes. "We're going to try to make contact with the Outside. We're going to try to bring the power back. Cell phones, internet, radios. It will only work in here as far as I know, but it's a start." He smiled as he gazed into her eyes a moment too long, then looked away. "Even if we don't make history, it'll be fun, I promise."

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卐 ➝ where cassie's house
卐 ➝ power Psionic Blast, not in use
卐 ➝ tagged his sould mate, adam
卐 ➝ affiliation townie
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卐➝ ooc[/b] I'M BAAAAAACK of this header but I'm terrible at coding.?
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Karsten German
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Draken English
Draken German
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I looked around, confused. What couldn't come out of my mind was what Mars was doing, where Jessi was, and who this.. Drew was. And Adam. That was his name, right? Adam. The teen who could murder any body with a quick touch, and the body would immediately fall lifeless and limp on the ground. That's all. No special focus or the need to talk. Poke you and you're dead, literally. I still didn't know how to use my eyeball-brain-melty-thingy properly yet, what the limits were. All I knew was I could blow up electronics and mutate emotions of another. I reached to my head, running my fingers through my hair, sighing.

After a few moments of digging around idly, my eyes wandered over to her window, and I looked out at the scenery. At least, what used to be scenery. Trees that only had a few leaves on them, brownish grass with bare patches scattered everywhere, then a dull, cold sky. It was cool today. In the low 80 but it felt 78. Little ripples jolted through the dome as birds flew into it, causing faint little yellow spots to appear every so often. It was sad. A little bird fell from the sky and right in front of that window, black as coal and twitching. I touched the window with my nose, placing my hand on the glass, exhaling loudly.

"Blaue Augen?" I motioned to Cass to come to the window, as a couple came marching up. One was a teen guy, slouched over with a red face and his hands in his pockets. The other, Jessi, Ms. Russia, the soldier, aka Ms. Wanted. I studied the boy's face, and then it clicked. I've seen him before. "Adam? Adam. Adam!" I pat Blaue Augen's shoulder in a fit of panic, telling her to stay as I ran out of the room. I ran into the kitchen, grabbed a knife and turned around. The door opened in my face, and I emitted a shrill, high-pitched scream as I stabbed the door in instinct. It fell out of my hand and I scrambled to pick it up, falling flat on my face. "Blaue Augen! Blaue Augen! Verstecken!"

I fumbled around as I got up, grabbing a roll of paper towels and I covered my hands. The knife was in my belt loop. The next thing I know, Adam is pinned against the wall with a knife to his neck. I was afraid. That was it. I didn't know what I was doing, and I had hurt my ankle in the process. When I went to get up, I stepped wrong and flung onto the counter, grabbing the towels. Looking into Adam's red, teared eyes, I stepped back, stabbing the knife into the wall beside him. I didn't know what I was doing, what was coming for me, but I just.. don't know. Is this the mind of a psychopath? My eyebrows furrowed, and I stepped back, attempting to flee into a random bedroom.

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name: cassidy "cassie" preston.
age: 16 years old.
feeling: tired and upset.
tagged: her dog, karsten.
location: her house.
occupation: youtuber.
power: none.
ooc: xxx.

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Cassie's eyes wandered from the colorful LEGOs blocks that she had repeatedly built up and scattered find herself staring at Karsten's face. Although he wasn't similar to Jessi or Jared in anyway, there was a lingering symptom she caught each and every time she angrily craved the desire for friendship. That symptom? Pitiful desperation. Although he was no more than some poor immigrant, there was also some sort of honesty there. Or, perhaps, that was what Cassie wanted to see. After being stuffed full of Jessi's silent schemes, it not only put her off her afternoon tea, but also induced a silent loathing for the human connection. Human connection meant that your best friend -- whom you later found out was some backstabber who had planned your deep bond of friendship and played along with it -- was being truthful and wanted the best for you!

Grimacing at her pathetic needs, she rubbed her thumb across the neon-blue mustache slapped to her upper lip. "Yes," the YouTuber murmured. Betrayal stabbed at her heart. Maybe she was just like Jessi: a backstabber. But this would be more deadly: a backstabber to her father... her father, whom she wouldn't be able to escape for the next four years! Priceless military secrets, now being told to the poor German immigrant. Cassie then decided she could simply sign up as an escapee and travel to Guatemala until she was 30. “The Unit. It's a military division my dad worked in. In fact..." The blonde girl, anxious as ever, wet her lips and stared off into space as she recollected all the information she knew. Or, thought she knew, anyway. I mean, who knew if this information was real or not. With all the chaos roaming around in the FAYZ, who could tell a truth from a lie? Especially Cassie. Being backstabbed. Repeatedly. "I think it might be the reason why this dome came up. Why children are mutating."

Cassie jerked when she felt his touch on her shoulder. "Ah!" She twisted in a quick circle, slapping at her shoulder before realizing it had only been Karsten. She let out a weary sigh and sent him a look of death. "You know? This is stupid. This awkwardness between you and I that just keeps getting larger and larger and then! Then, just because you decide to touch me -- which, by the way, is sort of creepy-- ... I had thought it was the grim reaper coming to steal my internal organs and cram it in a teapot..." Her face distorted into pain, as if her internal organs being stuffed into a teapot wasn't good enough for a YouTuber. But you had to understand: what with all the secrets she now beheld, the old dude with the scythe would soon realize she didn't have the ability to keep these to herself and therefore would have to alienate her. The blonde shuttered.

The door flew open and Cassie fumbled for her pistol, just stroking the grip before losing grip and watching in slow-motion horror as it thudded to the wood floor. She looked up. Her mouth soured. "Oh. Great. Now I have a feeling that you're back to kill me, right? Because I'm only a mission and it has to be shut down properly?" Her nose twitched irritably. "Well. You know what, Jessi? Kiss my butt. Kiss it. Because I'm going to go eat a pop-tart and you don't scare me! Hmmpf!" She thrust her chin into the air exaggeratedly too confident. "And guess what?! I'm not inviting you to tea!" The YouTuber was just about to march past Adam when a knife came out of nowhere, followed by a beastly cry from a guy who was clearly still trying to deal with puberty. She jumped, sliding on the rub and hitting the floor. Pain spiked in her spine and she hissed out in pain, hauling herself up. Cassie's blue eyes wandered to the knife by Adam. "I'm sorry," she muttered. "The guy is normally quite calm." She took the knife and gave it a tug.

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mood: alarmed, stern, cold
location: cassie's house
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ｔｈｅ ｓｅｃｒｅｔｉｖｅ ｄｅｐｕｔｙ paraMoments flew past; making her feel as if she was under heavy water even though it felt light as a feather. She felt to be suffocating but wasn't able to speak. His words were strong and she’d never seen him emotional before. Only quiet. Dark. And ... lonely? Haunted from the things he'd done. Haunted by himself. It was an impact that left a bruise on her too, since she was his team partner. And she knew what he knew. But, however, he didn’t know what she knew. It wasn't the best relationship as leaders in the town but it was good enough. For now.
paragraphShe bit her tongue as words took flight from his mouth and carried away to her ears. Several times she looked out the window, trying hard not to do anything that would be ... too big of an action. She couldn't act big on this or else he would cover it up, hide himself, and never speak of it again. And that wasn't something she needed. So, instead, she stayed silent the entire drive down the dirt roads until the found Cassie's place. She wanted to speak but on the other hand, she knew she shouldn't. She knew he needed to get everything out. And then ... maybe he would be better. Maybe.
paragraphWhen the car stopped, she hesitated for a long few seconds until he unloaded and was outside the car away from her. He was a student? Well, that didn't matter. It didn't. He was different. He couldn't be a student. She took in a long shaky breath that made her bottom lip quiver terribly for a moment. She wanted to do something but that wouldn't be right. Would it? She didn’t know but she knew if she didn't get out of the car, he would start to question her.
paragraphJessi swallowed the lump in her throat firmly, inhaled another wobbly breath, and stepped outside. She closed the door firmly behind her, beamed a brief smile to Adam, and stepped to his side as they walked to the front door. It was old like the rest of her house. She was actually surprised the screen door hadn’t fallen off. Again. She bent down, moved a chair cushion aside, and took out a rusty key. Turning it into the lock, she twisted and pushed the door open. "I just gotta talk to her. Just gotta talk." Biting the inside of her lip and giving an unsure glance up to Adam, she stepped inside the hallway. Dishes were broken on the floor and other items were damaged in the house. She suddenly shot her hand to her gun at her side, on foot vigilantly as she crept down the hall. Many thefts were happening around town but her and Adam tried to maintain it. Tried at least.
paragraphSuddenly voices came to her fox ears and she shot the gothic boy behind her a look. Jessi drew her Glock as she came to where the voices originated. "Hey!" She shouted at a mid-height figure who stood in Cassie's room. The boy turned, revealing his face to her. The Nazi. "Oh, Nazi is it? Cassie," paragraphShe jolted her to chin to where Cassie was now standing. "What the heck is he doing here?" But it wasn't time to ask questions. Nazi already had Adam pinned to a wall with a knife to the neck. He was always lacking judgment. She moved forward, gun still in hand, aiming it straight at The Nazi. "Goldy-locks, don't make me shoot you." She warned but then he went flying, fleeing from the scene like a scardy-cat.
paragraphShe fired one shot, purposefully missing the guy. She couldn't show her true self or bring up more lies for Cassie to scrutinize. Lies, lies, lies. That's all she needed. That's all she was. She turned, a stern look on her face, holstered her gun, and gave an unsettling look to Cassie. She ignored her insults, questions, and rude comments. "You wanna answer my question now, Cass?"

[exorcism]

{I'm sorry it's so long compared to everyone else's! I'm not used to making short forms (or good at it, for that matter) and, to be honest, I've used this character before so all her information is only edited slightly. If you want me to change, just say so! I'm also sorry if I was supposed to pm this to you, I'm quite nervous and paranoid about things so I tend to accidentally skip over stuff.}

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Legal Name: Evan Leigh Free
Age: Seventeen
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Hetero-romantic 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, except on a less drastic scale. 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 incredibly strong against her, and her powers can be rendered useless quite easily if the other person is strong enough.

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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tagged: jess, cass, kar.
feeling: murderous, broken.
where: town streets.
power: touch of death.
bars: four.
crush: jessi(?)

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The house seemed empty, even a little trashed and raided. Maybe nobody was home. That thought however was quickly abandoned as Jessi and I entered and room and I soon assailed by the German boy, Karsten. He shoved me roughly and I slammed into the wall feeling the drywall cave slightly under my weight. I was expecting a fist to the face but instead a knife came rushing towards me, whistling through the air. I didn’t so much as flinch, my cold black eyes never leaving Karsten’s frightened blue ones. The knife embedded itself in the wall mere inches from my head and a loud gunshot echoed through the air. I flinched slightly at that unexpected noise eyes narrowing. That was uncalled for, I thought to myself watching as the German fled the room as fast as he’d entered.

Cassie was the next to approach me, giving the knife an experimental tug and my eyes narrowed on her. I reached up, moving her hand out of the way and gripping the knife firmly. A small tug and it jerked out of the wall cleanly. I shifted it so that the blade was no longer facing in my direction, but I lowered, not needed the girl to feel threatened. I wasn’t here to kill these people, at least that was what I told myself. Jessi needed to talk, so I would let her say her piece. Besides, I didn’t have the energy to do anything anymore than give a few defiant glares. More than anything I wanted to collapse into a dreamless sleep and spend the next twenty-four hours unconscious.

I turned my attention away from the girls, wondering faintly as to why the YouTuber had a blue mustache taped to her face. I shrugged it off and seated myself on the chair by the window, examining the knife it my hands. It was a flimsy kitchen knife, and I impressed that the blade had not simply snapped when it met the wall. Chances were it would snap were it embedded in somebody. It seemed harmless enough to me, definitely not as solid and trustworthy as the combat knife tucked away in my boot. Though, carrying that was mostly out of habit than anything now. A small sigh escaped my lips and I turned my focus entirely away from the girls, allowing them their privacy to sort themselves out and soon my own focus was gone and I was lost in my own thoughts.

[kopus]

{I'm sorry it's so long compared to everyone else's! I'm not used to making short forms (or good at it, for that matter) and, to be honest, I've used this character before so all her information is only edited slightly. If you want me to change, just say so! I'm also sorry if I was supposed to pm this to you, I'm quite nervous and paranoid about things so I tend to accidentally skip over stuff.}

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NICE WORK YOU DID ↷

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Legal Name: Evan Leigh Free
Age: Seventeen
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Hetero-romantic 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, except on a less drastic scale. 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 incredibly strong against her, and her powers can be rendered useless quite easily if the other person is strong enough.

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.

Accepted ;3 I'll review everything on your form later but it seems pretty good to me. And I love you now that you just let me figure out who that faceclaim is xD I'll add you to the list whenever it is possible ^-^ Here is the discussion thread so you don't have to talk in OOC on here ;3