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ғʋℓℓ ∂ɛƨcяιρтισи::
{ 200 words minimum }



|| ιмρσятαит ιиғσ ||

иαмɛ::
иιcκиαмɛƨ::
αɢɛ::
∂αтɛ σғ вιятн::
вιятнρℓαcɛ::
σccʋραтισи::
яαcɛ::
ɢɛи∂ɛя::
∂ιƨσя∂ɛяƨ:: {things like Dyslexia, mental issues, or anti-social? }
мʋтαтισи::
нιƨтσяʏ:: { 150 words minimum }

|| яɛℓαтισиƨнιρƨ ||

мσтнɛя'ƨ иαмɛ::
ғαтнɛя'ƨ иαмɛ::
ƨιвℓιиɢƨ::
∂ιƨтαит κιи:: { aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents }
cяʋƨн::
вσʏғяιɛи∂ / ɢιяℓғяιɛи∂::
ƨɛϰʋαℓ σяιɛитαтισи:: { I would be the last person to judge your character on this }
cнιℓ∂яɛи::
вɛƨт ғяιɛи∂::
ғяιɛи∂ƨ::
ɛиɛмιɛƨ::
ωнσ ωσʋℓ∂ ʏσʋ ℓικɛ ʏσʋя cнαяαcтɛя тσ вɛ ғяιɛи∂ƨ ωιтн, ωнσ αяɛ иσт αℓяɛα∂ʏ::
тнɛмɛ ƨσиɢ::


|| ιи ∂ɛρтн ||
ρɛяƨσиαℓιтʏ:: { 250 words minimum }
ℓικɛƨ:: { name a few }
∂ιƨℓικɛƨ:: { name a few }
ρяσƨ:: { what your character is good at }
ғℓαωƨ:: { what your character is bad at }
ρнσвιαƨ:: { at least one }
ғαvσʋяιтɛ cσℓσʋя::
ғαvσʋяιтɛ αиιмαℓ::
ғαvσʋяιтɛ ғσσ∂::
ғαvσʋяιтɛ тv ρяσɢяαммɛ::
ωнαт ∂σɛƨ ʏσʋя cнαяαcтɛя ∂σ ιи тнɛιя ƨραяɛ тιмɛ::
vαℓʋɛƨ::
∂σɛƨ αиʏтнιиɢ нαʋит ʏσʋя cнαяαcтɛя::
нσмɛ ℓιғɛ::
нσввιɛƨ::
ғαvσʋяιтɛ тʏρɛ σғ мʋƨιc::

|| ρɛяƨσиαℓ вɛℓσиɢιиɢƨ ||

нσмɛ::
яσσм::
ℓαρтσρ / cσмρʋтɛя::
ρнσиɛ::
cαя::
σтнɛя ρɛяƨσиαℓ вɛℓσиɢιиɢƨ::

|| αρρɛяɛиcɛ ||

hαιя cσℓσя::
нαιя ƨтʏℓɛ::
ɛʏɛ cσℓσя::
sκιи cσℓσя::
hɛιɢнт:: { must match with weight }
wɛιɢнт:: { must match with height. someone who is 6'2" wouldn't weigh 106 pounds }
cℓσтнιиɢ ƨтʏℓɛ:: { describe how they dress in over 35 words }
вσ∂ʏ мσ∂ιғιcαтισиƨ:: { tattoos, piercing, ect. just list them and link to them or describe them }
∂ιƨтιиcтιʌɛ ғɛαтʋяɛƨ:: { scars; describe how they got them and how old they were. birth marks; describe them }
ρƨʏcнιcαℓ ƨтяɛиɢтнƨ::
ρƨʏcнιcαℓ ωɛακиɛƨƨɛƨ::
нɛαℓтн::
ғαvσʋяιтɛ αccɛƨƨσяʏ::
ғαvσʋяιтɛ ριɛcɛ σғ cℓσтнιиɢ::

|| ρɛт ιиғσямαтισи ||

ρɛт иαмɛ:: { delete this whole part of the form if your characters does not have one }
ƨнσω/κɛииɛℓ иαмɛ:: { show name is for a horse, so: My horse is called King, his show name is King of Thrones. Examples: Oscar Time, Golden Tide. kennel name is for a dog. Examples: Spritly Pip, Oliver with attitude, Black Aqua. any other pet, just delete this }
ρɛт αɢɛ:: 
ρɛт ɢɛи∂ɛя::
ρɛт вяɛɛ∂:: { what speices is your character's pet? Dog, cat or horse? Then what breed is it? Thoroughbred? Labrodor? Maine Coon? }
ƨιвℓιиɢƨ::
∂ιɛт::
ρɛяƨσиαℓιтʏ:: { minimum of 80 words }
нιƨтσяʏ:: { minimum of 60 words } 
ℓικɛƨ::
∂ιƨℓικɛƨ::
ғℓαωƨ::
ρяσƨ::

[tide.]

• E c h o ~ J a d e ~ T i k e r a •




ғʋℓℓ ∂ɛƨcяιρтισи::
Echo is a slender, small-framed/bodied, pale girl with an intelligent, mysterious, interesting, and attractive demeanor. {Despite that last part, she's not much of a flirty girl.} If all you could see was her silhouette, you'd see a slender, curvy, 5'9" girl. Echo's face is smooth with skin that isn't quite tight, but not flabby or loose either. A few freckles can be found, but not that many. Echo has a small, heart-shaped face, beautifully framed by thick, wavy, onyx-black hair that shines a little in the sunlight, but is brilliantly complimented by moonlight. She has scattered violet streaks around her head. Her eyes are a deep, purple-ish blue opal color that it can be hard to see past if she wants to hide her feelings, rimmed with thick, jet-black eyelashes. Her eyebrows are rather thin, and, like her eyes, are set at medium length away from each other. Her eyes are naturally slanted a fourth of a millimeter upwards, giving her a bit of an interested, curious, playful look. If she's a bit down, though, this can also give her a bit of a disappointed look that can be a bit hard to hide. Her cheekbones are set high, at about the height of her ears, which are small and delicate to match the rest of her features. Her hair can normally be found sitting behind them, but a few strands always manage to escape. Her nose is small-ish and curved up a little in a childish fashion. Echo's top lip is thin, but her bottom lip is a bit larger with the natural roundness at the center that can give her a pretty cute smile. Her lips are apricot colored. Her neck is long and elegant, naturally sloping into shoulders that curve a bit backwards, giving her generally a pretty good posture. Echo's arms are thin but strong, and her forearms are just a bit longer than the first part of her arms. Her wrists are thin, but curve and round nicely into slender, delicate, nimble hands with thin fingers that can always find something to do: doodling, writing, tapping, playing with her hair, anything. Her nails aren't that long, but they reach hardly over the tips of her fingers. The rest of her torso is slender and small, but strong nonetheless and slopes gently into wide hips. Her legs are long, and, like her torso, slender, small and strong. Her calves are especially small, too, giving her a powerful, athletic look although all of this is natural, as she doesn't take part in many sports and enjoys the free time she gets to herself to write and draw.


|| ιмρσятαит ιиғσ ||

иαмɛ::
Echo Jade Tikera
иιcκиαмɛƨ::
Jade
αɢɛ::
17
∂αтɛ σғ вιятн::
October 13, 1994
вιятнρℓαcɛ::
Pawleys Island, South Carolina
σccʋραтισи::
Student
яαcɛ::
Mutant
ɢɛи∂ɛя::
Female
∂ιƨσя∂ɛяƨ::
Slightly anti-social, Depression
мʋтαтισи::
Cat ears and a tail, ability to manipulate all forms of water.
нιƨтσяʏ::
Echo's never been into sob stories, but sadly, she's kind of living one. All her life, she's lived to forget. That one fateful year, four years ago when she was thirteen, her parents were murdered in the hospital after a car bomb that sent them there. It happened during a blood transfusion, using an unknown poison that was placed in the blood after it had been checked. Even before that her life hadn't been that great: her parents had been fighting to stay above the water, with a shallow and unstable pool of money under them, so they'd always been a pretty nervous family. This has made Echo the kind of person who lies automatically; she had always lied about her life to save her reputation, and she'd always lied about her name because she could no longer trust anyone after the murder of her parents. It has been her lifelong goal since then to solve her parents murder, and this is the reason why having the abilities she does is so big to her. She wants to find the killer and definitely do something terrible, something so that he could feel the same pain that she and her parents had felt. She's never revealed to anyone who she's previously been and done, and only once she's positive that she can honestly trust that person will Echo ever reveal that to anyone. She's very secretive about her entire past and loves to make up new histories for herself, to see if the person will actually believe her. This is how she determines whether or not they're trustable; if they'll believe it, then they'll believe anything and probably won't be trusted. If they don't, then Echo can feel that she's able to trust them a bit more. Echo can't help but wonder if the pain will ever cease.

|| яɛℓαтισиƨнιρƨ ||

мσтнɛя'ƨ иαмɛ::
Aleena
ғαтнɛя'ƨ иαмɛ::
Danny
ƨιвℓιиɢƨ::
None
∂ιƨтαит κιи::
All unknown / unfound.
cяʋƨн::
No one
вσʏғяιɛи∂ / ɢιяℓғяιɛи∂::
No one, open ;D
ƨɛϰʋαℓ σяιɛитαтισи::
Straight
cнιℓ∂яɛи::
None
вɛƨт ғяιɛи∂::
None ;A;
ғяιɛи∂ƨ::
None ;[
ɛиɛмιɛƨ::
Whoever murdered her parents is her worst enemy.
ωнσ ωσʋℓ∂ ʏσʋ ℓικɛ ʏσʋя cнαяαcтɛя тσ вɛ ғяιɛи∂ƨ ωιтн, ωнσ αяɛ иσт αℓяɛα∂ʏ::
Whoever she comes across that interests her ;]
тнɛмɛ ƨσиɢ::
Just a Dream, Carrie Underwood

|| ιи ∂ɛρтн ||

ρɛяƨσиαℓιтʏ::
Echo is a very hard person to read, which makes her personality a bit hard to describe. She's very keep-to-yourself and she loves to be alone and think, this having much to do with her history. She finds it very hard to trust unless the opposite person makes the move to trust her and get to know her first. She's very intelligent, but she loves to laugh and has a gorgeous smile that can light up a room in seconds. Echo tends to walk away from a conversation if she has to stand and listen for too long, because she's not that outgoing when it comes to speaking up, but she will if she needs to. She is a kind of secretive, fighty character. Echo sadly has to lie to people, especially if it's about her past. She is a very hard person to read, like I said, but she's also someone who will really open up she she needs to. Echo really wants a boyfriend, by the way x3 Despite this, she only wants the right guy, as it'll take a bit of care to impress her.
Echo is also very mysterious. When you look at her, you can only help but to wonder how she got to be who she was, and just about her on the outside. She tends towards the silent side more than the talkative, and this is both a thing to be okay with for her and also something that she needs to start pushing away.
ℓικɛƨ::
Rainy days, time to think, drawing, writing, time alone, nature.
∂ιƨℓικɛƨ::
Too much time to think, confusion, obliviousness, vanity.
ρяσƨ::
Verbal fights, physical fights, writing, drawing/painting, thought/psychology.
ғℓαωƨ::
Easily guilted/swayed, easily lost in thought, easy to hurt, math, non-pessimisim x3
ρнσвιαƨ::
All the phobias listed in my signature we share.
ғαvσʋяιтɛ cσℓσʋя::
Teal.
ғαvσʋяιтɛ αиιмαℓ::
Horse.
ғαvσʋяιтɛ ғσσ∂::
Fresh Grilled Atlantic Salmon with a bit of Lemon Juice with potatoes on the side and iced tea.
ғαvσʋяιтɛ тv ρяσɢяαммɛ::
I Shouldn't Be Alive, Animal Planet ;D
ωнαт ∂σɛƨ ʏσʋя cнαяαcтɛя ∂σ ιи тнɛιя ƨραяɛ тιмɛ::
Write, draw, paint, read, think, attempt to solve her parents case.
vαℓʋɛƨ::
Solving her parents case. { she's no detective and she's no cop, but she's devoted her life to doing what she can to solve the case. }
∂σɛƨ αиʏтнιиɢ нαʋит ʏσʋя cнαяαcтɛя::
The scene of her parents murder: two lifeless, gray-skinned bodies with closed eyes and a slight trickle of blood running down their arms. { she was only thirteen ;; she'll never un-see that moment. }
нσмɛ ℓιғɛ::
Echo spends her days mostly looking over the case file for her parents murder, but she also does love to write, draw, paint, etc. She has a few of her paintings and sketches in a gallery, however she's only managed to publish one book.
нσввιɛƨ::
Writing, drawing, painting, { photography, etc. } reading.
ғαvσʋяιтɛ тʏρɛ σғ мʋƨιc::
Rock ;; Country

|| ρɛяƨσиαℓ вɛℓσиɢιиɢƨ ||

нσмɛ::
Yes ;; Click. ;D
яσσм::
The third photo.
ℓαρтσρ / cσмρʋтɛя::
Macbook Air.
ρнσиɛ::
iPhone 4
cαя::
Not yet.
σтнɛя ρɛяƨσиαℓ вɛℓσиɢιиɢƨ::
Nope. The only reason why she can afford all this is because first she won the lottery, { not a big jack pot or anything, but definitely enough to afford all this } and then she came into some unexpected money from a distant relatives will.

|| αρρɛяɛиcɛ ||

hαιя cσℓσя::
Deep onyx black.
нαιя ƨтʏℓɛ::
Thick, layered, wavy, smooth with sidebangs over her right eye.
ɛʏɛ cσℓσя::
Voilet.
sκιи cσℓσя::
Pale, very, very pale.
hɛιɢнт::
5'9"
wɛιɢнт::
115 lbs.
cℓσтнιиɢ ƨтʏℓɛ::
Echo dresses in two different styles: sexy, and street-ish. She has a few strapless corset tops, most darker colors, and she tends to wear those quite a lot. She normally pairs bleached dark-wash jeans with those, and some sterling-silver angel wing earrings. She likes a touch of lace sometimes, as well, but most days, she'll be wearing one of her corset tops, a thick leather belt with a metal clasp just above the waist, some ripped dark-wash boot-cut jeans, and combat boots. There are also times where she'll exchange one of those tops for an army t-shirt or a black with elbow-length fishnet gloves.
вσ∂ʏ мσ∂ιғιcαтισиƨ::
Ears double pierced.
∂ιƨтιиcтιʌɛ ғɛαтʋяɛƨ::
Echo has a scar that runs from the underside of her chin, down her neck, and to her shoulder. It's very pale, but it's a rather large scar so most notice it. It came from a day when the man who killed her parents broke into her house and attempted to kill her as well, however there were some police officers in the house because she had been put under "house arrest" since there was a murderer looking for her. They had gotten her to the hospital right away, and they still don't know how he got past them.
ρƨʏcнιcαℓ ƨтяɛиɢтнƨ::
Echo is an incredibly fast runner already, plus the added benefit of being part cat, she's great at it. She was also very good at any sort of gymnastics even without the mutation, but now she's definitely better at it than the average pro.
ρƨʏcнιcαℓ ωɛακиɛƨƨɛƨ::
Echo has a sort of "illness" in her neck: the vertebra in it aren't aligned correctly, so there are some days where she can't move for an amount of time. { bwa, couldn't think of anything else x3 that's just something that happens to me, and it was all I could come up with :p }
нɛαℓтн::
Echo is in very good health, despite the two slight mental disorders and the issue with her neck.
ғαvσʋяιтɛ αccɛƨƨσяʏ::
Sterling silver angel wing earrings.
ғαvσʋяιтɛ ριɛcɛ σғ cℓσтнιиɢ::
Combat boots.

[CoffeeAddict]

И ι c σ ℓ ɛ т т ɛ ˩ʏ и и Ĵ σ ɛ ℓ ℓ ɛ Ѧ ʋ я ρ н ʏ





ғʋℓℓ ∂ɛƨcяιρтισи::
If you were to glance at Nicolette the first thing you would notice would be her height. Or lack of. Standing at only 5'1 Nicolette is far from tall. Battling her height for most noticeable thing about her, is Nicolette's weight. She's quite skinny from slight anorexia and her muscles are not bulging or easily seen. The feature Nicolette is most proud of is her long brown hair. It reaches mid back and is almost always super curly. (As seen in picture one) Her hair is naturally curly but if she feels like spending a few hours on it, Nicolette will straighten it. Nicolette's eyes are well, eye catching. They are an unusual shade of emerald green. Bright and always filled with 'sparkles' Nicolette's eyes are probably her most redeeming feature. Nicolette isn't one to tan easily and doesn't worry about spending hours upon hours soaking up a few rays of vitamin D. However, she does like to spend lots of time outdoors and so, does get a slight tan in the summer. Her skin is usually rather pale though. Something she's not too concerned with. Nicolette is blemish free thankfully and doesn't have to worry about pimples very often. Really next to never. She also doesn't have any freckles which she sometimes would like. Nicolette isn't one for body jewelry but she does have her ears pierced three times, her belly button, as well as her right eyebrow. She usually has a little pink piercing in her eyebrow. Her ears are pierced in each lobe once and once cartilage piercing. Something you wouldn't expect from this girl are the small stretchers she has in her lobes. Now they aren't very big and she doesn't plan on having them get bigger but it's still not something people imagine on this friendly outgoing girl.

|| ιмρσятαит ιиғσ ||

иαмɛ::
Nicolette Lynn Murphy

иιcκиαмɛƨ::
Lettie, Smurph, Joe(On account of her second last name. It's also her personal favorite. Call her Joe and you'll earn quite a few brownie points.), and Nikki

αɢɛ::
Seventeen

∂αтɛ σғ вιятн::
October 31st, 1994

вιятнρℓαcɛ::
Paris, France

σccʋραтισи::
She doesn't have a job. Her parents don't force her to and she doesn't need to.

яαcɛ::
French

ɢɛи∂ɛя::
Female

∂ιƨσя∂ɛяƨ::
Anorexia

мʋтαтισи::
Photographic memory. Only Nicolette's memory doesn't stop at photographic. It goes above and beyond. Nicolette remembers everything that's happened to her. Everything she's seen. It's almost as though Nicolette is a walking talking video camera. Only she doesn't have a screen to show her memories on. Nicolette can show you though. She won't just tell you. Well really she will but if she's frustrated enough she'll show you. How? If Nicolette places her hands on your head she can select a memory of hers to show you. She can't see anything inside of your head only show you memories from her own. Nicolette's mutation has developed overtime and while she has always had a photographic memory, the quality of her memory has increased. Nicolette can remember everything beginning from the day she was born. Those memories however, are black and white and quite fuzzy. They're hard to see but still there. Memories from the age of say, 10 are in video but with no sound.The first video memory with sound is from the morning of her friend died. The sound is a bit quiet but the visuals are beyond amazing. Now, her memories have visual and sound that is beyond anything you could see on TV.

нιƨтσяʏ::
Nicolette was born to Clarice Joelle on the night of October 31st. If it had been a stormy night and perhaps the hospital had been hit by lightening, then Nicolette would blame her mutation on that. As it is, the night was perfect. Clarice wasn't married. Nicolette's father had been a one night stand type of thing. She loved her daughter however, and gave her all the attention she needed. Clarice was a well off artist and her daughter shared her love for art at a young age. The curly haired toddler would often sit on the floor of her mother's studio and paint her own little art creations as her mother focused on hers. It was the perfect mother daughter bonding time for the two.
When Nicolette was around 5 a young American couple entered their lives. Leeann and David Murphy. Her mom met them at an art museum and the three became friends quickly. They began to visit and got along perfectly with Nicolette who would make friends with everyone. Clarice hadn't found better friends then the young couple in her life. They stayed in Paris for three months and in that time, Clarice arranged for them to be Nicolette's godparents should something happen to her. Just a precaution but one she was wise to make.
It was already apparent at the age of 5 that Nicolette was no regular child. She began reading by the age of 2 and at the age of five, was well ahead of any of her class mates. Her teachers wanted to have her skip a grade or two but Clarice wouldn't let them. She wanted Nicolette to lead a normal life. So Nicolette stayed in school with other children her age but did work that was meant for older children. Clarice guessed that Nicolette had a photographic memory. She never lost anything and if her mother misplaced something, Nicolette could always tell her mother where she put it. It helped the girl out even at a young age but a memory as great as her's wasn't all it was made up to be.
At the age of seven Nicolette was playing at a friends house when her mom came to pick her up. Only Clarice never made it to the house. Nicolette watched from her friend's front window as her mother stepped out onto the street to cross it and was hit by an oncoming vehicle. Her mother was killed instantly and the scarring images will never be erased from her mind. Thankfully at that age, her mutation hadn't fully developed and she is only able to see images of the accident. When the police arrived on the scene they declared the man who had been driving to be drunk. Nicolette understood what had happened to her mother. She had an intellect far beyond her age. She cried often for her mother.
Nicolette didn't have any relatives who could take her in and was placed in a foster house. Leeann and David were told the news all the way over in America and they came as soon as they could to get Nicolette as they had promised they would. Adoption papers were signed and before Nicolette was nine, she had a new mommy and new daddy. She never could call them that though. Nicolette always called them by their first names. Something they came to accept early on.
Nicolette didn't speak any English but luckily the couple spoke French. They hired a tutor for Nicolette so she would be able to keep up with her class and learn a new language at the same time. The tutor was astonished with her ability to learn a new language so fast and how easily she completed work that was above her grade. Things weren't all that peachy though. Nicolette would often wake up from nightmares of the accident, the images seared into her brain forever.
Once, in attempt to explain them to Leeann, the girl put her hands on her mother's head, showing them to her. Leeann saw them as if they were a memory of her own. Horrified by what was haunting her adopted daughter, she began sending her to a therapist. This was when Nicolette was 11. Leeann had begun to hear things about mutants. How children seemed to be born with some special ability. She realized that her adopted daughter was one of these children and spoke to David about it. The couple agreed that it wasn't harming anyone and so decided to not tell anyone.
Two years later, they finally put Nicolette into school. Unfortunately, they listened to her tutor and put her in grade 12 when she should have been in grade seven. The young girl felt very insecure and didn't have any friends. At first, it was easy for Nicolette to hide her anorexia which started part way into school. Being with the older teens wasn't good for Nicolette's confidence. By the end of school her adopted parents realized she had a problem. Back to the therapist for her. Nicolette was given pills to take, but still to this day, only takes them when she feels like she really needs to. Nicolette doesn't eat nearly as much as she should, but manages to hide it from her parents.
When school was about to start up again, Nicolette convinced her parents that she was able to go back. That she wanted to. She was only a year younger then the youngest there and was sure she would be able to fit in with them. So she went back. Nicolette did have some classes with those her age. Classes like gym and hair and esthetics. Other classes she took alone in the library online. On March 13th (it was even a Friday), a teenage girl took a gun into the school and during lunch, began to shoot. Nicolette was having lunch with a small group of girls she had become friends with. They weren't even the school misfits. No these girls were the populars of tomorrow. They had been chatting happily and laughing when the first bullets started to fly. The girls hit the floor screaming but it wasn't soon enough. Nicolette's best friend had been hit in the back and Nicolette lying near her. She watched in horror and blood gushed from beneath her friend and the life left her eyes. Nicolette's nightmares came back fiercer then ever after the event.
Once in anger, Nicolette forced the image upon her adopted father David. Unfortunately, Nicolette's mutation had developed further and she didn't just show him images. She showed him a video complete with sound. Her father was horrified and the couple decided to have her tested a few months later. When the results came back positive they were devastated. Nicolette was stuck with a memory that forced her to relive every moment of her life. They didn't know what to do about it though, and so didn't. A few years later, Nicolette's parents were told about Barretta's school for the gifted. Now, Nicolette's on her way to a school in the middle of nowhere and she can't help but feel a bit happy about that.

|| яɛℓαтισиƨнιρƨ ||

мσтнɛя'ƨ иαмɛ::
Clarice Joelle (Deceased)
Leeann Murphy (Adopted mother)

ғαтнɛя'ƨ иαмɛ::
David Murphy (Adopted father)

ƨιвℓιиɢƨ::
Only child.

∂ιƨтαит κιи::
Kate and Hannah (aunts)
Luke and Ben (Uncles)
Jillian, Michale, and Andrea (cousins)
All relatives come from David's side as her adopted mother is an only child with deceased parents.

cяʋƨн::
Nicholas Damien-Tucker Vance

вσʏғяιɛи∂::
Not yet but she has some hopes.

ƨɛϰʋαℓ σяιɛитαтισи::
Straight

cнιℓ∂яɛи::
As if.

вɛƨт ғяιɛи∂::
She would like one

ғяιɛи∂ƨ::
None. As of now.

ɛиɛмιɛƨ::
Nicolette tries to be friends with everyone.

ωнσ ωσʋℓ∂ ʏσʋ ℓικɛ ʏσʋя cнαяαcтɛя тσ вɛ ғяιɛи∂ƨ ωιтн, ωнσ αяɛ иσт αℓяɛα∂ʏ::
Nicholas Damien-Tucker Vance, Ashton M. Riccardi, Echo Jade Tikera, Taylor Nathan Beckett, Alexander Tsukehara
(Oh dear almost a whole list of guys..Just not feeling the girls for some reason)


тнɛмɛ ƨσиɢ::
If I Die Young~The Band Perry

|| ιи ∂ɛρтн ||

ρɛяƨσиαℓιтʏ::
If Nicolette was to be summed up in one word that word would have to be passionate. Nicolette is passionate about everything she does and everyone. When Nicolette is working on some type of project she gives it her all. Really, she gives it 110%. She's the kind of girl where prefect isn't enough. It has to be the best that it possibly can.
With passion comes stubbornness. Nicolette never gives up on something. Once she begins she won't quit. Not even when those around her tell her it would be better for her sanity. When in an argument Nicolette never backs down. She hates to lose or be proven wrong and so she'll argue until you give up or the two are so mad at each other that they refuse to speak. For a day or two she won't give in to apologize thanks to her stubbornness but after those couple of days or even hours she starts to feel so guilty that Nicolette will apologize until you're standing there laughing at her silliness.
Nicolette isn't all seriousness though. She's a very kind and compassionate girl. She hates to see anyone upset and always goes out of her way to smile at everyone and anyone. If your mood can't be lifted by a simple smile Nicolette goes to the root of the problem. She'll bother you until you’re so frustrated with her that you tell her what’s on your mind. Of course she'll be very sympathetic with you and listen while you explain or talk to you about different things to get your mind off of the issue.
Nicolette is a very open girl and often wears her emotions on her sleeve for all to view. She has trouble hiding what she's thinking or feeling from those around her. If she was able to hide her thoughts, chances are, Nicolette would tell you anyways. She's horrible at keeping things in most of the time.
When it comes to helping herself though, Nicolette couldn't be any worse. She never focuses on herself and instead on those around her. It's amazing how much she cares for others but she never takes the time to look at herself and fix her own problems. Nicolette will hide her own insecurities and self-doubt until she explodes but the minute she sees a person struggling, she'll be over to help them out.
Nicolette isn't someone to anger easily. If we were to make a scale, angers easily---|-----doesn't anger easily, Nicolette would be almost in the middle. She doesn't get mad too easily but at the same time, she's not the type of girl who never gets mad. Nicolette's anger is quite fiery. When Nicolette gets mad she gets really mad. Normally she's not one to swear but Nicolette will cuss the moon out when she's mad. When she's really mad or frustrated she starts to cry. You know those angry tears we all hate. Well she hates them too and if she ever gets mad enough for those tears to come she just becomes even angrier. The only way for her to cool off is for her to go off by herself and relax. Don't try to talk or reason with her because Nicolette will just become more upset.
Romance is one thing Nicolette hasn't experienced much. She's not one to flirt a lot and often turns guys down when they offer to take her on dates. She's afraid of being 'one of those girls'. The type of girls who go through boy after boy after boy. Nicolette has been on a few dates but they just don't interest her like other girls. Nicolette likes having guys who are friends and can often be seen joking around with them. She's just not one to take it any farther. Some say she's just playing hard to get and maybe that's true. Nicolette is a rather picky girl.

ℓικɛƨ::
Thunder storms
Warm sunny days
Photography
Helping others
Smiling
Chocolate chip cookies
Going to clubs

∂ιƨℓικɛƨ::
Snow/cold weather
Chick flicks
Depressed people
Violent video games
Over eating
Boring colours; beige, gray, navy blue ect.
Being the center of attention

ρяσƨ::
Taking pictures~Nicolette hopes to become a photographer
Art~Her one passion in life
Making friends

ғℓαωƨ::
Talking about herself
Athletics~Nicolette is far from athletic

ρнσвιαƨ::
The dark. Nicolette will have a full on panic attack if she's left in a dark room.
Clowns. Typical yes but Nicolette is terrified of them.
She's afraid of being paralyzed. Just her legs, her whole body, doesn't matter. She's afraid of loosing her ability to walk

ғαvσʋяιтɛ cσℓσʋя::
Dark purple

ғαvσʋяιтɛ αиιмαℓ::
Chinese fighting fish...Or is it Japense? Those little colorful fish that can't live with other fish of their kind because they'll kill each other.

ғαvσʋяιтɛ ғσσ∂::
Chocolate chip cookies as mentioned previously

ғαvσʋяιтɛ тv ρяσɢяαммɛ::
So You Think You Can Dance~If Nicolette wasn't so serious about photography she would be a dancer. She used to take lessons and was pretty good.

ωнαт ∂σɛƨ ʏσʋя cнαяαcтɛя ∂σ ιи тнɛιя ƨραяɛ тιмɛ::
Takes pictures, chats with friends on facebook, chats with friends in person, goes shopping, paints/draws.

vαℓʋɛƨ::
Nicolette values many things including, friendship, trust, happiness, and other people.

∂σɛƨ αиʏтнιиɢ нαʋит ʏσʋя cнαяαcтɛя::
Yes. Her mother's death as well as her best friends' death.

нσмɛ ℓιғɛ::
Nicolette gets along fine with her adopted parents although she often wishes her mother was still alive.

нσввιɛƨ::
Photography
Dancing

ғαvσʋяιтɛ тʏρɛ σғ мʋƨιc::
Pop, Hip Hop, Rap, and Dance

|| ρɛяƨσиαℓ вɛℓσиɢιиɢƨ ||

нσмɛ::
Her dad's an architect and designed their house.

яσσм::
Nicolette's room...not much is seen but of to the left is a bathroom and in front of her bed (not directly obviously) is a walk-in closet.

ℓαρтσρ / cσмρʋтɛя::
MacBook Air (Black)

ρнσиɛ::
iPhone 4

cαя::
She's not big on driving

σтнɛя ρɛяƨσиαℓ вɛℓσиɢιиɢƨ::
Nikon DSLR
Cannon Powershot A480 (Black)
Nikon D70

|| αρρɛяɛиcɛ ||

hαιя cσℓσя::
Chestnut brown with a hint of red

нαιя ƨтʏℓɛ::
Long and curly; It reaches her mid back. Nicolette has bangs that swoop off to the right side of her forehead. They reach her eyebrows and almost cover them.

ɛʏɛ cσℓσя::
A sparkling emerald green

sκιи cσℓσя::
A bit pale. Not scary pale just slightly pale.

hɛιɢнт::
5'1

wɛιɢнт::
87lbs (This does not match her height because of her Anorexia)

cℓσтнιиɢ ƨтʏℓɛ::
Nicolette tends to wear t-shirts with either tank tops or a bandeau underneath, skinny jeans, a hoodie if it's cold, and moccasins. If it's warm out her skinny jeans are replaced by short shorts, t-shirts turn into tank tops, and the moccasins are forgotten in the closet and she wears flats/flip flops instead.

вσ∂ʏ мσ∂ιғιcαтισиƨ::
Well all the links are in her description so ill just list them;
Two lobe piercings (one in each)
A piercing in her right eyebrow
A cartilage piercing in her left ear
and finally, her bellybutton is pierced.

∂ιƨтιиcтιʌɛ ғɛαтʋяɛƨ::
Nope...Nicolette's a rather plain Jane when it comes to things like this.

ρƨʏcнιcαℓ ƨтяɛиɢтнƨ::
Nicolette's quite flexible. Some of it is from years of dance and the other part of it is just natural.

ρƨʏcнιcαℓ ωɛακиɛƨƨɛƨ::
Nicolette isn't good at long distance running or any type of endurance thing.

нɛαℓтн::
Nicolette's health is rather poor due to her refusal to eat.

ғαvσʋяιтɛ αccɛƨƨσяʏ::
Well her favorite jewelry accessory is feather earrings but her favorite other accessory is her vintage backpack.

ғαvσʋяιтɛ ριɛcɛ σғ cℓσтнιиɢ::
A lime green loose off the shoulder shirt that reads Dance, Love, Sing in black print. It's thin and just shows off her bellybutton.

Ɩ αѦ Ɖιғғɛяɛит ғяσм ƳσƲ

[kitten;]

I was already halfway through with the form, and then I lost it. -sigh- Anyway, it will be up sometime, but don't expect it to be soon. :3

[tide.]

My form should be done soon ;D

[kitten;]

c h a r l o t t e • j a n e • d o e



ғʋℓℓ ∂ɛƨcяιρтισи::
If Charlotte entered a room, you probably wouldn’t notice until she started talking to you. She’s one of the rare people that seem to blend seamlessly into a crowd without any effort; it just happens. Standing at five foot eight, Charlotte is tall, but not too tall. She’s not too muscular, and not too overweight, which makes for a happy medium. Charlotte is slightly pale; there’s no obvious cause, actually. In that respect, she may stand out a bit in a crowd, but there are people quite a bit paler than her. Her hair is jet-black, in contrast to her skin. It seems to reflect whatever color of light is casted upon it—Charlotte thinks that her hair looks best at twilight, when her hair is more deep blue and purple than black. She’s cropped it very short and spikes in all directions, except for her bangs, which somehow remain straight. Her face is mostly smooth, except for a couple freckles she gets when she’s in the sun too often. Thankfully, the phase where she has to worry about pimples is over, and she only gets them once in a while. Her ears aren’t pierced at all, actually; Charlotte just prefers not to have anything on her ears so she can hear properly. Something about the metal and plastic on most earrings messes with her hearing. Her eyes are a dark brown, looking more like dark chocolate than anything. If one looked hard enough, they could probably see their strained reflection looking back at them in her eyes.


|| ιмρσятαит ιиғσ ||

иαмɛ::
Charlotte Jane Doe

иιcκиαмɛƨ::
Jane, Charlie, and Doe

αɢɛ::
Eighteen

∂αтɛ σғ вιятн::
7.13.93

вιятнρℓαcɛ::
Somewhere in Canada.

σccʋραтισи::
She works as a grocery clerk in the local grocery store for most of her money, but if things get tight, she can turn into a 'psychic' for extra money.

яαcɛ::
Canadian.

ɢɛи∂ɛя::
Female

∂ιƨσя∂ɛяƨ::
Paranoia--She's convinced that somebody’s stalking her wherever she goes, she just hasn't been able to find them yet. No matter where, she's sure the same person or company is tracking her movements, and sometimes she does act oddly. She does look for escape routes wherever she is, and is always sure to have a plan, along with the fact that she sometimes accuses random people of being her stalkers. However, she can't afford a psychologist, and the paranoia may be a disorder, or it may be justified.
Charlotte fears it may be her father and his subordinates stalking her.

мʋтαтισи::
Charlotte has extremely enhanced sight, allowing her to see people's emotions and tendencies so intently that it's almost like she's reading their mind. In reality, though, she's just reading their micro-expressions--involuntary reactions on human faces, so small normal people have to train for years before they can see them--along with their body language to get a general feel of what they're thinking.
As well as sight, she does have enhanced hearing, though it isn't multiplied nearly as much as her sight. Her hearing allows her to hear heartbeats faintly, if the person is close enough, so she can tell when they're nervous, lying, or just went out for a run.

нιƨтσяʏ::
Charlotte was born in Canada, to two loving parents. Her father was a drunk, only seeing Charlotte when he was drunk or in a hangover. That was ninety percent of the time. As for the other ten, he was at work. Still, Charlotte loved her dad, knowing all too well, even at a young age, the stories of drunken fathers beating their families. She worshipped her father--he loved her, taught her neat tricks when he wasn't dead to the world. Charlotte just couldn't understand why her mother didn't--and then when she was ten, it all came crashing down like a tidal wave.
Her name was Mary-Anne. Charlotte had always liked that name. But when she heard it yelled in vicious contempt by the one she loved so much, her little mind figured out everything in the course of a month. Her mother came out of the bedroom with bruises, scars even. A couple times she had to go to the hospital. And she had spared Charlotte's knowledge of it for so long...even now, Charlotte considers that an act of bravery. She didn’t want Charlotte to be hurt, but a mother can’t protect her children forever.
She called the police, and explained the situation in a cool voice, devoid of any emotion. Once they came, taking her father away in a separate police car than her mother, she cried for hours in her lap. It scared her so much. The man who had loved her, despite his drinking habits...she just couldn't get over it. How come he didn't like her mom? What was wrong with her? Was there something wrong with him...? Her mother said nothing, only brushing away her hair {that was, at that time, long} and stray tears.
Eventually everything was sorted out, and Charlotte went to live with her mother in a different part of Canada, far away from her father, who had been put in jail indefinitely until his trial could be held.
Her power was first discovered when she was thirteen. She had been outside, just enjoying the lazily setting sun out in the country, when two pinpricks in the distance caught her eye. Charlotte realized that if she squinted, she could see what was happening in complete detail—and it wasn’t pretty. Two hulking figures, taller than her, even, were tossing around a smaller one. Charlotte wasn’t sure, but she swore she could hear screaming in the distance. Running over there, she saw that it was the two neighborhood bullies, beating up a little girl, no older than ten, just because she had candy they wanted. After she convinced the bullies to let go of her, Charlotte freaked the kids out a little by reading their general body language and pretending to know what she was thinking. She told them that she was a psychic and that death would be in their future if they hurt the girl anymore. After the bullies ran off, Charlotte sent the girl home with a promise to eat her candy instead of showing it off to older kids.
Mary-Anne had almost been beaten to death countless times, without mercy, and her health was failing. The doctors did the best they could, but multiple organs were failing due to prolonged abuse and the only thing Charlotte could do was sit back and cry at her mother’s deathbed. Mary-Anne lived for seven years after her husband had been locked away in jail, and she never visited him; Charlotte didn’t ask once to see him.
They had been a rather poor family, and all Charlotte had been left was everything they had in their small cottage—they had been renting the house, and under a false name also, just in case her father got out of jail and they weren’t notified. Selling most of her mother’s possessions, donating some, and keeping the little treasures, she set off for the States, where she decided to study up and become a fake psychic for money. It started out good, until Charlotte realized that she needed more money. She was far behind in her schoolwork by many years; her mother had taught her things in her last years of life, but she wouldn’t allow Charlotte to go to school. So Charlotte devised a resume and sent it out to every local business she could find, until she was thankfully accepted by the nearby grocery store.
The pay was fine; it at least paid for the food and rent. But whenever Charlotte needed something that wasn’t food or rent, such as a birthday present for a coworker or even new clothes, she had to pose as a psychic again to pay off the credit card bills.
She hopes that going to the new school will help fill the gap in her education, as well as help her extend the reaches of her powers. It doesn’t matter how much debt she has at the end of it all; knowledge is worth more than any amount of money to her.

Charlotte's middle and last name have been changed to Jane Doe just so that her father couldn't find her, even if he searched with all his might. Ever since the truth about him came out, she was slightly paranoid, but it escalated with her mother's death and upon moving to America, she changed her name.


|| яɛℓαтισиƨнιρƨ ||

мσтнɛя'ƨ иαмɛ::
Mary-Anne Creech

ғαтнɛя'ƨ иαмɛ::
Kyle Creech

ƨιвℓιиɢƨ::
None that she knows of; she doesn't remember a thing about any siblings.

∂ιƨтαит κιи::
Charlotte’s pretty sure that she had a few relatives--cousins--in Canada, but she won't dare search for them, for fear that her father might be waiting, searching for Mary-Anne. She just isn't ready to face him yet.

cяʋƨн::
None yet, but that may form in time ;3

вσʏғяιɛи∂ / ɢιяℓғяιɛи∂::
She’s never really been attracted enough to actually consider somebody her boyfriend, but we'll see.

ƨɛϰʋαℓ σяιɛитαтισи::
Straight

cнιℓ∂яɛи::
Nope.

вɛƨт ғяιɛи∂::
Charlotte stays away from most people, preferring to be alone; nobody's really reached out to her in a way that left a lasting mark.

ғяιɛи∂ƨ::
She would consider most people just acquaintances, but to be a true friend to her...there have been a couple, like her co-worker, Beth; but that's really it. Everyone else she either hasn't seen for years or is too cautious to contact.

ɛиɛмιɛƨ::
Her father--although, she still has mixed feelings about him, and if she was asked how she felt about him, first she would say she hated him, but if she thought about it for a while she wouldn't be as sure.

ωнσ ωσʋℓ∂ ʏσʋ ℓικɛ ʏσʋя cнαяαcтɛя тσ вɛ ғяιɛи∂ƨ ωιтн, ωнσ αяɛ иσт αℓяɛα∂ʏ::
We'll see who interests her. ;3

тнɛмɛ ƨσиɢ::
Coldplay ~ Everything's Not Lost


|| ιи ∂ɛρтн ||

ρɛяƨσиαℓιтʏ::
Charlotte is mainly an observer, keeping her thoughts as thoughts and not rude, boisterous statements that repel everyone around her. She’s' very attentive to the feeling of others, and will act accordingly to what they think, whether they voice it or not. It may put off some people but it's just the way she operates. Her sight has allowed her to see things that nobody else could see if they were in her shoes, and sometimes she comments or laughs on things that other can't see, and it confuses people. Whenever she's acting normal--that is, to say, she's not performing as a psychic--she only speaks when spoken to, or she really feels like she needs to comment on something. If Charlotte gets irritated with somebody, she will read their expressions and ask a number of incriminating questions to scare them away. That's her main defense mechanism, and if that doesn't work, she can always just walk away. Charlotte seems to think everything is a game in which she can figure out what people are thinking, and sometimes she says things aloud that others would have preferred kept silent, if she's provoked enough. Charlotte is less motivated than the average person--for example, she does her homework at night, once she's bored, but not during the free period she had. When Charlotte is working on something, she seems to zone out, and ignores everything around her unless somebody deliberately brings her back to the present.
However, when Charlotte is doing a performance as a psychic for a crowd, she takes on a whole new personality, one of practiced smiles and easy jokes. Charlotte has a performance written out, with her best tricks and the easiest ways to win a crowd over, to get as many tips as possible. The transformation of her personality is almost absolute, and she changes easily back into her old self after a show.

ℓικɛƨ::
-Reading
-Writing
-Using her 'psychic powers'
-Knowing things others don't
-Watching her favorite TV show

∂ιƨℓικɛƨ::
-Ignorance
-Stuck-up people
-The cold

ρяσƨ::
-Writing
-Reading people's expressions
-Learning

ғℓαωƨ::
-If she's having a bad day her performance will be horrible.
-Almost anything athletic that's not simple.
-Anything outside of the scope of what she has learned; she won't know what to do at all.

ρнσвιαƨ::
Fear of the unknown

ғαvσʋяιтɛ cσℓσʋя::
Dark Blue

ғαvσʋяιтɛ αиιмαℓ::
Charlotte has an odd attraction to cats--they're silent, faithful companions and she can see the emotions, raw and uncensored unlike humans, twitching across their faces.

ғαvσʋяιтɛ ғσσ∂::
Charlotte loves Mac and cheese. She can make it herself, hopefully without burning her arm, but she likes to experiment and try new things and see which version tastes the best.

ғαvσʋяιтɛ тv ρяσɢяαммɛ::
Psych. It really makes her laugh at how the main character uses his sight to pass as a psychic, much like Charlotte does when on stage. She gets new ideas sometimes and the show is well planned out.

ωнαт ∂σɛƨ ʏσʋя cнαяαcтɛя ∂σ ιи тнɛιя ƨραяɛ тιмɛ::
Mainly Charlotte reads, writes, watches some TV or cooks if she has time. She doesn't have much free time, but when she does she tries to take it easy and not be bothered by anything.

vαℓʋɛƨ::
-Education
-Independence
-Happiness

∂σɛƨ αиʏтнιиɢ нαʋит ʏσʋя cнαяαcтɛя::
The thought of her father and what he'll do top her if he ever finds her, and her mother's death.

нσмɛ ℓιғɛ::
Charlotte lived in a small apartment by the grocery store where she works, and she doesn't really get out much. She has to work a lot to make enough money to pay the rent and buy food, and sometimes that isn't enough. Charlotte tried her hardest to stay out of debt, but she just doesn't have the extra money to be buying things willy-nilly, so most of Charlotte’s belongings are things she's had forever and she uses them quite a bit. She's only slightly in debt now, but a few good performances and she'll be fine. Charlotte has few friends, mostly because she seems to scare people away when it seems like she's reading their mind, and nobody really wanted to open up to her. Education is the most important thing to her, and she's a few years behind in school, so she applied for this school in the hopes of leaving everything behind and maybe getting a real job. Charlotte doesn't want to think about how far she'll be in debt when everything's over, but she'll probably have to either get a very good job or sell everything she has.

нσввιɛƨ::
-LIstening to music, when she can
-Reading
-Writing

ғαvσʋяιтɛ тʏρɛ σғ мʋƨιc::
She likes songs that can make her stop and think about the lyrics, and Charlotte likes to listen to them over and over until she knows exactly what the singer's trying to communicate. She likes to listen to softer music, due to her hearing, and currently she's going through all of the Coldplay songs.


|| ρɛяƨσиαℓ вɛℓσиɢιиɢƨ ||


нσмɛ::
The outside of the apartment building
Her apartment

яσσм::
Charlotte's bedroom

ℓαρтσρ / cσмρʋтɛя::
A mini Samsung laptop

ρнσиɛ::
She doesn't have one--who would she call, anyway?

cαя::
Charlotte's saving up pennies, but she probably won't get one.

σтнɛя ρɛяƨσиαℓ вɛℓσиɢιиɢƨ::
Some of her mother's jewelry she didn't have the heart to sell--two necklaces, a pair of earrings, and a bracelet. She doesn't wear them for fear that somebody might steal them, but she has a hiding spot for each.


|| αρρɛαяαиcɛ ||


hαιя cσℓσя::
Jet Black

нαιя ƨтʏℓɛ::
Cropped very short and sticking in all directions, except for her bangs, which remain straight.

ɛʏɛ cσℓσя::
A very dark brown.

sκιи cσℓσя::
Slightly pale.

hɛιɢнт::
Five feet eight inches

wɛιɢнт::
130 pounds

cℓσтнιиɢ ƨтʏℓɛ::
Charlotte dresses in simple clothes--t-shirts and tank tops with skinny jeans or shorts. She doesn't feel the need to dress elegantly, and if she did, she would need to work a lot more. Charlotte usually wears neutral colors, such as maroon, black, brown and gray. She doesn't particularly like bright colors because it makes her feel like an easy target. On her feet, she wears flats or sneakers--it all depends where she's going.

вσ∂ʏ мσ∂ιғιcαтισиƨ::
None, actually.

∂ιƨтιиcтιʌɛ ғɛαтʋяɛƨ::
She does have a couple of scars from where she burned herself cooking at various times during her life--from when her mother was dying to when she was living on her own and learning how to really cook food by herself. There are various marks on her wrists and forearms, all of various shapes and sizes, and some are more healed over than others.

ρƨʏcнιcαℓ ƨтяɛиɢтнƨ::
The only real strength physically would be anything short and easy--like sprinting, for instance. She doesn't do many sports, but her job requires her to lift heavy things and work very fast, so she knows what she's doing in that area.

ρƨʏcнιcαℓ ωɛακиɛƨƨɛƨ::
Basically anything else. She doesn't have the time, money or interest to do any real sports.

нɛαℓтн::
She doesn't have any terminal illnesses, if that's what you mean. Charlotte is fairly healthy--she hasn't gone to the hospital yet.

ғαvσʋяιтɛ αccɛƨƨσяʏ::
Her mother's bracelet--although she's too afraid to wear it. Somebody might steal it and then she would probably be depressed for days, so Charlotte just admires it once in a while, taking it out of its hiding place.

ғαvσʋяιтɛ ριɛcɛ σғ cℓσтнιиɢ::
A simple, black v-neck t-shirt.

~

.d i f f e r e n t.

[shudder]

[Finished.]

• Ashton Michael Riccardi •

ғʋℓℓ ∂ɛƨcяιρтισи::
Ashton is pretty tall, standing around 5' 10''. He's pretty light for his height and age, but it doesn't effect him much. His body is more lean than muscular, and he's agile and fast. Ashton's hair doesn't grow much, so he doesn't cut it often. It's dark brown and choppy, falling past his eyes and ears. Usually his bangs are swept to the side, covering his right eye. His eyes are dark brown, almost matching the color of his hair, and his pupils are shaped like ovals. Despite loving to be outside in the sunshine, Ashton's skin doesn't tan easilly and doesn't get much darker, the same going for the faint horizontal stripes running down his back and sides. Not that it bothers him or anything; he thinks he'd probably look weird with more orange skin. Luckily, the little acne Ashton had as a kid didn't leave scars on his face and those days are long past him. He doesn't have freckles, either. However, there are a few scars on his knee's from falls and one on his side from using scissors carelessly. He has pierced different body parts over his life but doesn't wear them often and usual ends up having to get them re-done. His lip, nose, eyebrow, and ears were pierced. Ashton wears necklesses as well.

|| ιмρσятαит ιиғσ ||

иαмɛ:: Ashton M. Riccardi.
иιcκиαмɛƨ:: Ash, Kitty.
αɢɛ:: Seventeen.
∂αтɛ σғ вιятн:: September 20th, 1994.
вιятнρℓαcɛ:: Dallas, Texas.
σccʋραтισи:: His previous job was at a diner, but he had to quit when he came here.
яαcɛ:: Italian.
ɢɛи∂ɛя:: Male.
∂ιƨσя∂ɛяƨ:: Not really.
мʋтαтισи:: Ashton doesn't know if he's half cat or not, but he acts like them in multiple ways and bears faint stripes on his body. They're horizontal and a shade darker than his normal skin is - resembling a tiger. They're only on his back, though, curling around so that you can see them on his sides, too. His pupils are oval shaped and his canines are alot sharper and pointier than average people. Ashton's senses are far better than most along with his flexibilty, speed, and is pretty agile. As far as behavior goes, Ashton can purr rather well when there's something or someone he likes and hiss when he's angry. Even though he's friendly, Ashton doesn't trust easily and sometimes finds he needs to be alone, whether he really wants to or not. Like a cat, he enjoys contact with other people.

нιƨтσяʏ:: Ashton was born in Dallas, Texas, now one of his favorite places to be. The first thing people noticed about him were his abnormal eyes, but the doctors assured his parents they were just a defect and nothing to worry about. Growing up, both his parents had to work and he was often left with his older brother, who was around eight or so when Ashton was a toddler. The energetic little kid could never settle down or stop trying to hang around his older brother, who really didn't want to be stuck with Ashton. To get some alone time, his older brother, Carson, would shut Ashton up in his room with their cat.
Ashton was already a young impressionable kid, so being with a cat all day really brought out what was already in him. After hearing weird noises coming out of his younger brother's room, Carson opened the door to find Ashton sitting on top of a dresser with the cat. Convinced his younger brother was an alien, Carson called their parents.
Of coarse, they didn't believe the story, but decided not to leave them alone for so long. His mom came home earlier and made that a permanent change.
Around ten, the more noticeable parts of his mutation showed up. His whole family and a few friends took a trip to the local pool and as soon as he took his shirt off everyone was silent. Ashton had already known about the stripes that had appeared on his body and was fine with them. Actually, he thought they were pretty cool. Everyone else wasn't so ecstatic about them. His parents took him to the doctor, who couldn't explain where they had come from. After looking at them some more, it was suggested that they might've been scars. The tan stripes did resemble them somewhat, but even a ten-year-old Ashton knew that was a lie. However, his parents, who were eager for any kind of answer, quickly accepted it and got Ashton into therapy. He couldn't have even remembered how many times he'd been asked did you cut yourself, Ash? Is something wrong? Being stuck in a small room with someone practically interrogating him only made him nervous and sick. Really. He'd get the urge to throw up and had to constantly re-adjust himself on the couch.
With no clear answer, they focused on other things Ashton did. Like hissing at people when he wasn't comfortable with something or being, what they called it, "clingy." His parents were told that Ashton was desperate for attention and his weird, cat-like actions was how he got it. In response to that, his parents never left him alone. Always checking on him multiple times a day to go over a list of questions or keep him from going to certain events for fear he'd act out. The constant suffocation only made Ashton want to get away even more.
Through all the therapy and attention, no one seemed to care that he could run longer and faster than other kids even older than him. No one questioned his flexibility, agility, or how he could dominate anyone at any sport he learned. The coaches were stunned, yes, but otherwise very happy about having someone so gifted at athletics. His enhanced senses combined with physical strengths allowed him to win. Ashton usually made B's in school, but his teachers were happy to bump up his already decent grades to make absolutely sure the school's star player would be able to perform.
With that, came the students who followed him. Popular and well-liked, everyone wanted to know how he got his weird eyes, or be his date for a dance. If his parents weren't bad enough, the students who clung to him made it worse. But his touchy, contact-wanting nature always drove him back to them. Ashton didn't like being the center of attention, yet he couldn't help but love having people to hang out with. Plus, girls didn't really have a problem with him hugging or touching them more than usual.
Ashton, oddly enough, was able to escape at the local Diner he worked in. Most of them were adults who didn't know about his enhanced physical abilities or senses for a long time. Sure, he couldn't hide his eyes from them, but they never latched onto him or always stayed in his face. Ashton trusted everyone there, especially one of the other employee's he always hung out with. The only bad thing was having to keep the job a secret from his parents, who forbade him from getting one. He just lied to them whenever they wanted to know where he spent his extra time and kept his extra money a secrete from them.
However, you can't hide from the people who just don't like you. There were kids who couldn't stand someone like Ashton being so liked or talented. After getting into a fight and leaving a nasty bite in someone's arm, his parents pulled him out of school and the victim's family wanted to press charges. That sudden outburst was enough to convince everyone something was wrong in Ashton's head. After hearing about Barretta's school, they figured their son was weird enough to go there and sent him off as soon as possible.


|| яɛℓαтισиƨнιρƨ ||

мσтнɛя'ƨ иαмɛ:: Maria Riccardi.
ғαтнɛя'ƨ иαмɛ:: Micah Riccardi.
ƨιвℓιиɢƨ:: His older brother, Carson.
∂ιƨтαит κιи:: Ashton has too many cousins to name, yet few aunts and uncles.
His grandparents on both his families side are still living. Anthony and Michelle; Dad's side. Gary and Jill; Mom's side.
cяʋƨн:: Not yet.
вσʏғяιɛи∂ / ɢιяℓғяιɛи∂:: Not yet.
ƨɛϰʋαℓ σяιɛитαтισи:: Straight.
cнιℓ∂яɛи:: None.
вɛƨт ғяιɛи∂:: Eventually.
ғяιɛи∂ƨ:: He'll find some.
ɛиɛмιɛƨ:: Not at the moment.
ωнσ ωσʋℓ∂ ʏσʋ ℓικɛ ʏσʋя cнαяαcтɛя тσ вɛ ғяιɛи∂ƨ ωιтн, ωнσ αяɛ иσт αℓяɛα∂ʏ:: ... Everyone?
тнɛмɛ ƨσиɢ:: Fat Lip - Sum 41.


|| ιи ∂ɛρтн ||
ρɛяƨσиαℓιтʏ:: First of all, Ashton is a very curious kind of guy. He’s observant and actually takes the time to check everybody out. He thinks it’s interesting how much you can find out about a person by how they look - although sometimes you can get the wrong assumption. The whole ‘don’t judge a book by it’s cover’ thing never really stuck with him. And with that added curiosity comes his normally friendly nature. He likes to keep things casual and can't take much of anything too seriously other than his work. Ashton will hang out with anyone no matter what they look like or how they act. He loves human contact and isn't shy about hugging someone or something similar to that. You can say his affectionate side is more because of the cat-like side of him, though. He can purr if he feels like it, but sometimes it just comes out involuntarily.
Ashton also has a rather bold tongue. He isn't afraid to tell someone what he doesn't like about what they're doing or point out a flaw. He's not trying to sound or be mean, though. Ashton's a nice guy. He just can't stand there while people do things that annoy him, you know? Think of it as constructive criticism, if you want to see it in a brighter light.
Not easily one to anger, when you do get on his bad side, Ashton can react rather intensely if he chooses. No, he won't beat you up, but he'll gladly hiss and get a good hit in. See, Ashton doesn't like to seriously hurt people. That seems to make more enemies than friends, and he hates knowing someone out there hates him. Hurting someone was also part of the reason he was sent here. Either way, he's not afraid to fight someone to defend someone else or himself if the need arises. Ashton's a caring person. He doesn't always give the best advice, though, but he'll try his best to make someone smile.
One of his flaws would probably have to be how competitive he is. Losing isn't in Ashton's vocabulary and he'll do whatever it takes to win. Sports, video games, whatever. It doesn't matter. He likes to use his mutation to his advantage and beat everyone. When he does win, Ashton can't gloat about it. He just offers to play another game. Loosing is another story. He may look fine on the outside, but on the inside Ashton is about ready to throw something.
Ashton also can't stand being locked up or restricted. Physically or mentally, it doesn’t fly well with him. Maybe it's why he's a good escape artist. He can be told what to do as long as it’s not by someone tyrannical. However, having a total lack of freedom can really frustrate Ashton sometimes, even if he’s the kind of guy who likes to keep things buried inside. Ashton tries, and usually manages to, keep up a happy and upbeat side of him. Not like it's a lie - that's really part of his personality. But he feels if you make yourself an open book to everyone, that gives them room to step on you eventually. Ashton doesn't put full trust in anyone he just met.
Always on the go, the slightest noise or change can distract him. Some use to think he had a medical issue, such as AD/HD or something, but Ashton denies that, saying he’s just an adventurous guy who can’t stand sitting still. Ashton feels best when he's doing something. That's why he finishes projects or work rather quickly. He can't put it down once he's started because he likes to keep himself busy. He's also self-reliant and doesn't always want someone to help him whether it's his own problems or fixing something. When he's sitting around doing nothing, Ashton can get kind of fidgety, pacing around or throwing something against the wall, like a tennis ball.
Finally, Ashton just enjoys life. He likes getting outside to hang out with friends or doing something risky. I mean, you're already here on Earth, why not live a little?
ℓικɛƨ:: The color green. Running. Outdoors. Any kind of music other than country. Cats. Rain. Grey skies. Cold weather. Having fun.
∂ιƨℓικɛƨ:: Intense heat. Golf. Annoying people. Up-tight people. Boredom. Being put on the spot. Very emotional people. Sad movies. Laziness. Nosy people.
ρяσƨ:: Sports - he's athletic and doesn't give up easilly. Cheering people up - he likes people and can't stand seeing them sad. Music - Ashton plays piano. Working - he's very motivated and will get things done.
ғℓαωƨ:: Being serious - more specificly, his lack of being serious about most things. Competitive - it can lead to stubborness. Needs to move around - Ashton can't sit still for too long. Emetaphobic - maybe the reason he's thin. Ashton won't eat if he feels he'll throw up and can start to panic.
ρнσвιαƨ:: - Asphyxiphobia - fear of not being able to breath. - Emetophobia - Fear of throwing up. Claustrophobia- it's not so much the small spaces as it is not being able to escape them. He hates feeling/being cornered.
ғαvσʋяιтɛ cσℓσʋя:: Green.
ғαvσʋяιтɛ αиιмαℓ:: Puffer Fish.
ғαvσʋяιтɛ ғσσ∂:: Banana Nut Muffins.
ғαvσʋяιтɛ тv ρяσɢяαммɛ:: Jersey Shore. It's entertaining.
ωнαт ∂σɛƨ ʏσʋя cнαяαcтɛя ∂σ ιи тнɛιя ƨραяɛ тιмɛ:: Go for a jog, play piano, hang out with friends, go to an amusment park, play basketball.
vαℓʋɛƨ:: Ashton values hard work and commitment alot.
∂σɛƨ αиʏтнιиɢ нαʋит ʏσʋя cнαяαcтɛя:: The memories of being stuck in a room with his therapist, and the thought of ending up in that position again.
нσмɛ ℓιғɛ:: His home life isn't that bad now.
нσввιɛƨ:: Piano, sports.
ғαvσʋяιтɛ тʏρɛ σғ мʋƨιc:: He listens to almost anything, but Metal would probably be his favorite.

|| ρɛяƨσиαℓ вɛℓσиɢιиɢƨ ||

нσмɛ:: Home
яσσм:: Room
ℓαρтσρ / cσмρʋтɛя:: MacBook Pro.
ρнσиɛ:: MyTouch 4g Slide.
cαя:: He plans on getting one soon.
σтнɛя ρɛяƨσиαℓ вɛℓσиɢιиɢƨ:: He has a piano..

|| αρρɛяɛиcɛ ||

hαιя cσℓσя:: Dark/Russet brown.
нαιя ƨтʏℓɛ:: Straight and kind of choppy.
ɛʏɛ cσℓσя:: Dark brown.
sκιи cσℓσя:: Light colored.
hɛιɢнт:: 5' 10''
wɛιɢнт:: 149 lbs.
cℓσтнιиɢ ƨтʏℓɛ:: Ashton tends to wear a lot of tank tops with plaid shirts on top of them or just a regular T-shirt. He prefers jeans to shorts and wears them a lot, too. He wears different kinds of shoes from Converse to Nike's. Ashton usually wears the same type of clothes year round unless it's really cold, then he wears a hoodie. He also likes to wear alot of sunglasses or hats.
вσ∂ʏ мσ∂ιғιcαтισиƨ:: Although he doesn't wear them all the time, Ashton has a lip ring, Eyebrow piercing, Nose[septum] piercing, and his ears are pierced in regular places.
∂ιƨтιиcтιʌɛ ғɛαтʋяɛƨ:: Aside from the faint stripes he has, his scars from falling really aren't worth mentioning.
ρƨʏcнιcαℓ ƨтяɛиɢтнƨ:: Pretty much anything physical, and his enhanced senses.
ρƨʏcнιcαℓ ωɛακиɛƨƨɛƨ:: His want/need to keep moving.
нɛαℓтн:: Good enough eccept for when his phobia of throwing up makes him want to get away from food rather than eat it.
ғαvσʋяιтɛ αccɛƨƨσяʏ:: The necklace [in the picture.]
ғαvσʋяιтɛ ριɛcɛ σғ cℓσтнιиɢ:: His A7X shirt.

- Different -

[diamonds;;]

[[ everyone is accepted so far, as i know you are all literate. no more females will be accepted until someone makes a male. also, put what you need to put at the very bottom of you form for those of you that have read the rules!]]

[tide.]

{ er, due to some delay, I'm still working on the form for my female, is that alright? x3 }

[tide.]

• E c h o ~ J a d e ~ T i k e r a •




ғʋℓℓ ∂ɛƨcяιρтισи::
Echo is a slender, small-framed/bodied, pale girl with an intelligent, mysterious, interesting, and attractive demeanor. {Despite that last part, she's not much of a flirty girl.} If all you could see was her silhouette, you'd see a slender, curvy, 5'9" girl. Echo's face is smooth with skin that isn't quite tight, but not flabby or loose either. A few freckles can be found, but not that many. Echo has a small, heart-shaped face, beautifully framed by thick, wavy, onyx-black hair that shines a little in the sunlight, but is brilliantly complimented by moonlight. She has scattered violet streaks around her head. Her eyes are a deep, purple-ish blue opal color that it can be hard to see past if she wants to hide her feelings, rimmed with thick, jet-black eyelashes. Her eyebrows are rather thin, and, like her eyes, are set at medium length away from each other. Her eyes are naturally slanted a fourth of a millimeter upwards, giving her a bit of an interested, curious, playful look. If she's a bit down, though, this can also give her a bit of a disappointed look that can be a bit hard to hide. Her cheekbones are set high, at about the height of her ears, which are small and delicate to match the rest of her features. Her hair can normally be found sitting behind them, but a few strands always manage to escape. Her nose is small-ish and curved up a little in a childish fashion. Echo's top lip is thin, but her bottom lip is a bit larger with the natural roundness at the center that can give her a pretty cute smile. Her lips are apricot colored. Her neck is long and elegant, naturally sloping into shoulders that curve a bit backwards, giving her generally a pretty good posture. Echo's arms are thin but strong, and her forearms are just a bit longer than the first part of her arms. Her wrists are thin, but curve and round nicely into slender, delicate, nimble hands with thin fingers that can always find something to do: doodling, writing, tapping, playing with her hair, anything. Her nails aren't that long, but they reach hardly over the tips of her fingers. The rest of her torso is slender and small, but strong nonetheless and slopes gently into wide hips. Her legs are long, and, like her torso, slender, small and strong. Her calves are especially small, too, giving her a powerful, athletic look although all of this is natural, as she doesn't take part in many sports and enjoys the free time she gets to herself to write and draw.


|| ιмρσятαит ιиғσ ||

иαмɛ::
Echo Jade Tikera
иιcκиαмɛƨ::
Jade
αɢɛ::
17
∂αтɛ σғ вιятн::
October 13, 1994
вιятнρℓαcɛ::
Pawleys Island, South Carolina
σccʋραтισи::
Student
яαcɛ::
Mutant
ɢɛи∂ɛя::
Female
∂ιƨσя∂ɛяƨ::
Slightly anti-social, Depression
мʋтαтισи::
Cat ears and a tail when she wants them, ability to manipulate all forms of water.
нιƨтσяʏ::
Echo's never been into sob stories, but sadly, she's kind of living one. All her life, she's lived to forget. That one fateful year, four years ago when she was thirteen, her parents were murdered in the hospital after a car bomb that sent them there. It happened during a blood transfusion, using an unknown poison that was placed in the blood after it had been checked. Even before that her life hadn't been that great: her parents had been fighting to stay above the water, with a shallow and unstable pool of money under them, so they'd always been a pretty nervous family. This has made Echo the kind of person who lies automatically; she had always lied about her life to save her reputation, and she'd always lied about her name because she could no longer trust anyone after the murder of her parents. It has been her lifelong goal since then to solve her parents murder, and this is the reason why having the abilities she does is so big to her. She wants to find the killer and definitely do something terrible, something so that he could feel the same pain that she and her parents had felt. She's never revealed to anyone who she's previously been and done, and only once she's positive that she can honestly trust that person will Echo ever reveal that to anyone. She's very secretive about her entire past and loves to make up new histories for herself, to see if the person will actually believe her. This is how she determines whether or not they're trustable; if they'll believe it, then they'll believe anything and probably won't be trusted. If they don't, then Echo can feel that she's able to trust them a bit more. Echo can't help but wonder if the pain will ever cease.

|| яɛℓαтισиƨнιρƨ ||

мσтнɛя'ƨ иαмɛ::
Aleena
ғαтнɛя'ƨ иαмɛ::
Danny
ƨιвℓιиɢƨ::
None
∂ιƨтαит κιи::
All unknown / unfound.
cяʋƨн::
No one
вσʏғяιɛи∂ / ɢιяℓғяιɛи∂::
No one, open ;D
ƨɛϰʋαℓ σяιɛитαтισи::
Straight
cнιℓ∂яɛи::
None
вɛƨт ғяιɛи∂::
None ;A;
ғяιɛи∂ƨ::
None ;[
ɛиɛмιɛƨ::
Whoever murdered her parents is her worst enemy.
ωнσ ωσʋℓ∂ ʏσʋ ℓικɛ ʏσʋя cнαяαcтɛя тσ вɛ ғяιɛи∂ƨ ωιтн, ωнσ αяɛ иσт αℓяɛα∂ʏ::
Whoever she comes across that interests her ;]
тнɛмɛ ƨσиɢ::
Just a Dream, Carrie Underwood

|| ιи ∂ɛρтн ||

ρɛяƨσиαℓιтʏ::
Echo is a very hard person to read, which makes her personality a bit hard to describe. She's very keep-to-yourself and she loves to be alone and think, this having much to do with her history. She finds it very hard to trust unless the opposite person makes the move to trust her and get to know her first. She's very intelligent, but she loves to laugh and has a gorgeous smile that can light up a room in seconds. Echo tends to walk away from a conversation if she has to stand and listen for too long, because she's not that outgoing when it comes to speaking up, but she will if she needs to. She is a kind of secretive, fighty character. Echo sadly has to lie to people, especially if it's about her past. She is a very hard person to read, like I said, but she's also someone who will really open up she she needs to. Echo really wants a boyfriend, by the way x3 Despite this, she only wants the right guy, as it'll take a bit of care to impress her.
Echo is also very mysterious. When you look at her, you can only help but to wonder how she got to be who she was, and just about her on the outside. She tends towards the silent side more than the talkative, and this is both a thing to be okay with for her and also something that she needs to start pushing away.
ℓικɛƨ::
Rainy days, time to think, drawing, writing, time alone, nature.
∂ιƨℓικɛƨ::
Too much time to think, confusion, obliviousness, vanity.
ρяσƨ::
Verbal fights, physical fights, writing, drawing/painting, thought/psychology.
ғℓαωƨ::
Easily guilted/swayed, easily lost in thought, easy to hurt, math, non-pessimisim x3
ρнσвιαƨ::
All the phobias listed in my signature we share.
ғαvσʋяιтɛ cσℓσʋя::
Teal.
ғαvσʋяιтɛ αиιмαℓ::
Horse.
ғαvσʋяιтɛ ғσσ∂::
Fresh Grilled Atlantic Salmon with a bit of Lemon Juice with potatoes on the side and iced tea.
ғαvσʋяιтɛ тv ρяσɢяαммɛ::
I Shouldn't Be Alive, Animal Planet ;D
ωнαт ∂σɛƨ ʏσʋя cнαяαcтɛя ∂σ ιи тнɛιя ƨραяɛ тιмɛ::
Write, draw, paint, read, think, attempt to solve her parents case.
vαℓʋɛƨ::
Solving her parents case. { she's no detective and she's no cop, but she's devoted her life to doing what she can to solve the case. }
∂σɛƨ αиʏтнιиɢ нαʋит ʏσʋя cнαяαcтɛя::
The scene of her parents murder: two lifeless, gray-skinned bodies with closed eyes and a slight trickle of blood running down their arms. { she was only thirteen ;; she'll never un-see that moment. }
нσмɛ ℓιғɛ::
Echo spends her days mostly looking over the case file for her parents murder, but she also does love to write, draw, paint, etc. She has a few of her paintings and sketches in a gallery, however she's only managed to publish one book.
нσввιɛƨ::
Writing, drawing, painting, { photography, etc. } reading.
ғαvσʋяιтɛ тʏρɛ σғ мʋƨιc::
Rock ;; Country

|| ρɛяƨσиαℓ вɛℓσиɢιиɢƨ ||

нσмɛ::
Yes ;; Click. ;D
яσσм::
The third photo.
ℓαρтσρ / cσмρʋтɛя::
Macbook Air.
ρнσиɛ::
iPhone 4
cαя::
Not yet.
σтнɛя ρɛяƨσиαℓ вɛℓσиɢιиɢƨ::
Nope. The only reason why she can afford all this is because first she won the lottery, { not a big jack pot or anything, but definitely enough to afford all this } and then she came into some unexpected money from a distant relatives will.

|| αρρɛяɛиcɛ ||

hαιя cσℓσя::
Deep onyx black.
нαιя ƨтʏℓɛ::
Thick, layered, wavy, smooth with sidebangs over her right eye.
ɛʏɛ cσℓσя::
Voilet.
sκιи cσℓσя::
Pale, very, very pale.
hɛιɢнт::
5'9"
wɛιɢнт::
115 lbs.
cℓσтнιиɢ ƨтʏℓɛ::
Echo dresses in two different styles: sexy, and street-ish. She has a few strapless corset tops, most darker colors, and she tends to wear those quite a lot. She normally pairs bleached dark-wash jeans with those, and some sterling-silver angel wing earrings. She likes a touch of lace sometimes, as well, but most days, she'll be wearing one of her corset tops, a thick leather belt with a metal clasp just above the waist, some ripped dark-wash boot-cut jeans, and combat boots. There are also times where she'll exchange one of those tops for an army t-shirt or a black tunic with elbow-length fishnet gloves.
вσ∂ʏ мσ∂ιғιcαтισиƨ::
Ears double pierced.
∂ιƨтιиcтιʌɛ ғɛαтʋяɛƨ::
Echo has a scar that runs from the underside of her chin, down her neck, and to her shoulder. It's very pale, but it's a rather large scar so most notice it. It came from a day when the man who killed her parents broke into her house and attempted to kill her as well, however there were some police officers in the house because she had been put under "house arrest" since there was a murderer looking for her. They had gotten her to the hospital right away, and they still don't know how he got past them.
ρƨʏcнιcαℓ ƨтяɛиɢтнƨ::
Echo is an incredibly fast runner already, plus the added benefit of being part cat, she's great at it. She was also very good at any sort of gymnastics even without the mutation, but now she's definitely better at it than the average pro.
ρƨʏcнιcαℓ ωɛακиɛƨƨɛƨ::
Echo has a sort of "illness" in her neck: the vertebra in it aren't aligned correctly, so there are some days where she can't move for an amount of time. { bwa, couldn't think of anything else x3 that's just something that happens to me, and it was all I could come up with :p }
нɛαℓтн::
Echo is in very good health, despite the two slight mental disorders and the issue with her neck.
ғαvσʋяιтɛ αccɛƨƨσяʏ::
Sterling silver angel wing earrings.
ғαvσʋяιтɛ ριɛcɛ σғ cℓσтнιиɢ::
Combat boots.

{ yeah, here we go ^^ }