Cain's R o l e p l a y f o r m s {No posting}

[Raising Cain]

I see you've found my nook! Welcome, stranger...

Girls:
Aster pg.1 post1
Xoe
Violet
Wisteria pg.1 post2

Boys:
Will
Kain

[Raising Cain]

I've come too far
To see the end now
Even if my way is wrong.
But I keep pushing on and on

Name: My name is Aster Nightlock.
There's a flower named Aster. Maybe
that's why.
Nickname: I don't have one.
Season: Spring. It suits me, but at the
same time doesn't.
Age: Much too old for you to wrap your
mind around. No problem. I look sixteen.

S P R I N G-I S N ' T-A L W A Y S-S W E E T

History: I may look sweet and shy, but don't judge. My mother was murdered when I was only four. My father locked himself in his room, and I had to learn to cope without anyone. I would sit in my room, perhaps play with my hair, or sew. I cried myself to sleep each night. My father almost never came out, only to get food, or to go the washroom. I did everything in that house. I even stopped going to school. By the time I was ten, I had given up. My father passed away the night of my eleventh birthday. Than foster care came, and whisked me away to an orphanage. I lived in more than twenty different homes, but they always returned the shell of the girl that was me. One night I had had enough. I slipped out the door. If they heard, they didn't care. I went to live in the woods, encasing myself within myself. I will never be the same as that little four-year-old.

Personality: I am deep and dark, emotionally scarred. At first glance you could see a girl that would be a sweet, shy girl. Maybe one who wouldn't hurt a fly. That would be most unfitting. I would cause pain without a second glance, and I have had more pain than you could handle in a lifetime. Maybe that's why I have so much. I've lived much longer than you. I can be sarcastic, but I mostly keep to myself, hiding away like my father did.

Looks: Not much like what you think spring would look like. I can't be much taller than five feet, but I've never weighed nor measure myself. I have long black hair, and deep green eyes flecked with gold. I normally have small circles under my eyes from lack of sleep. I am very skinny, like a stick. Very fitting. I have pale skin, almost an albino.

Likes: I prefer being alone, and reading. I also like painting.

Maybe it's not about the e n d i n g.
Maybe it's about the s t o r y.

Dislikes: I hate spiders and bugs. Very unfitting.

Sexual orientation: Straight

Powers: I can use my will over plants, causing them to grow or wither. I can speak to animals, but I mostly prefer the plants.

Weapon: Daggers are my favorite weapon.

Crush: I don't think anyone would love me, so why waste my time?

Life isn't about F I N D I N G yourself, it's about C R E A T I N G yourself.

[Raising Cain]

L i f e ~ i s ~ b e t t e r ~ w h e n ~ y o u ' r e ~
L A U G H I N G

Name: Wisteria Fox, at your service
Gender: Girl, as you can plainly see.
Username: Raising Cain, I have only changed my username to
Chocolate.Cain.tea for tea week. ^^
Birthday: September thirteenth. I am year of the rat, at seventeen years of age.

History: Not much. I have lived in a mansion all my life, and got all the attention I needed. It was lonely and boring, and some days I felt like I had forgotten how to smile. The only things to do were reading and playing solitaire. Not the most fun, right? So instead I taught myself to draw. That's mostly the only thing I'm good at. Art. I could spend hours on end painting and drawing, and I wouldn't even know a second had passed.
Personality: I consider myself a happy person, and I'm always trying to make people smile. I am very stubborn. I believe very strongly in right and wrong, and I always try to stick up for others. I don't really like this school, with all the prim-posh students.

[Raising Cain]

Name: "Violet Grimm at your service."
Age: "Guess. Just kidding. I'm eighteen."

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