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[eren.]

(Alrite! Accepted! Thanks for joining! I'm making a guy as well, to even out everything. Adding to front page)

[Typical Aquarius]

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"I am Different"



-Full Name-
Allaster David McGowan
NIckname: Davey

-Age-
22

-Gender-
Male

-Creature/Ability-
Fae
Able to communicate with animals

-Personality-
Davey is a pretty sweet kid. He is quiet and unassuming, and usually goes with the flow. Often, people take his quiet and unassuming as cold and uncaring. In reality, they are not always wrong. He simply doesn't care about many things. If something catches his interest, he will start to pay more attention to it, but otherwise, he probably won't think twice about it. Even if he is not interested, he does what needs done. But, if people he doesn't particularly care about bother him, he tends to get cruel. The only thing that has captured his attention for that long is horses, and animals in general. He also is very skilled in hunting with a traditional bow and arrow. He does not like superfluous things, and is very to the point and blunt in everything he does. The only time he really lets his guard down is when he is with animals, and then, he shows his true self. He loves to be outside, but absolutely hates the cold and wet, so tends to stay inside when that is a good description of the weather.

-Description of looks-
Davey is a buy of medium height and build. He is a mere 5' 10", with a medium build. Despite his smaller leaner build, he has a rather broad chest and shoulders. His chest muscles are well developed from working on the farm. His brown hair shines in the sun, and is sometimes long enough to get in the way of his vision. His blue eyes all but sparkle most of the time, and his smile is absolutely charming.

-History-
There is not much to say for poor Davey. He had a good home life, but branched out on his own and lost touch with his family. He really just left, and never looked back.

-Relationship Status-
Single, but that could change

-Orientation-
Bisexual, often flitting back and forth between men and women

-Other-
Am I Insane?

[eren.]

(Accepted, adding to front page ^^)

[s(he's)br(ok)en]

(yay thanks for accepting me! )

[The Dragonfly Thief]

((Thank you! When are we going to start?))

[eren.]

(Your welcome ^-^ I was thinking we could begin when we at least get 1 more person. If not, then we'll start tomarrow after school's over. It's late here sadly)

[tide.]

[ please reserve me a female slot <3 ]

[eren.]

[ please reserve me a female slot <3 ]

(Ok, reserved! C:)
(I finished my Male Character: Stark. He's on the front page)

[tide.]

[ please note that this is my character. I own everything about her, save the picture. she has been stolen before, so yes, I do know how to deal with plagiarists. Use your own creativity if you're so desperate to join an r.p., which in itself you have to use your own creativity to be a part of anyways. ]

"I am Different"



-Username-
∫ . Løst . ∫


-Full Name-
Echo Jade Tikera
"That's not my real name, but just. . . go with it."
[ Echo's real name is Aliquam, "lost" in Latin. She's never told a soul, though, because not even her parents knew. The instant she was born, she remembers that word being whispered to her by someone -- or something. Sometimes she doesn't let anyone name her as anyone at all, but sometimes she just goes by Echo or Jade.
It is pronounced Ah-lee-kwum ]


-Age-
17 ;; December 26, 1994
"Oh good, I was born on Canadian Boxing Day."
[ on her second regeneration; just look at the link for her species and read the part about regenerating ]


-Gender-
Female ;; Straight
"Yeah, I'm pretty much a girl. And by 'pretty much' I mean totally and completely female."


-Creature/Ability-
Time lord
"Don't stare. It's not like you aren't different either."
"I see all that was, all that is, all that will be, all that ever might be. Every part of creation is crammed into my mind and believe me, it's a pain."

-Personality-
Echo's no priss. At all, on any facet of her personality. She's got a kick-ass, sarcastic, mouth-off, strong, I'm-rolling-my-eyes, no nonsense air about her, and she certainly lives up to it. She's not known for loosing arguments being left without words. However, she's generally optimistic about life but she can be a bit of a pessimist and uses pessimistic sarcasm. She loves to party and break free of controlling forces. She was born with the innate personality of someone who loves to laugh, has a generally funny, bright view of life, and will never stop fighting for her personal freedom, be it of speech or actions.
Despite all of this, she can't help but have a darker, vicious side, too. She can sometimes seem, and, for the most part, feel completely lost and alone; confused. And since she seems to never be at a loss for words, Echo uses that gift to hurt people sometimes, being pointedly sardonic or just making fun of them. She can be utterly cold and will shut people out if she hasn't gotten to know them yet or doesn't trust them.
She's extremely intelligent but kind of shy and has an odd addiction to any form of moving/flowing water.
Echo loves to fight, however she is mainly peace-loving. She can talk trash without a problem, and finds it easy to claim dominance over people or to win a fight against them. She loves to take the lead in many things, but she's no despot and won't be a dictator over anyone who she's leading.
Deep inside her, though, there's a part of her that loves to just sit on the beach and write. Pretty much anything really; poetry, novels, songs, anything is within the range of her writing talent. Along with that, she's also mastered the art of persuasion, but she'll settle for just plain art, too.
On the outside, she just seems kind of tough, sarcastic, and emotionless, but she actually has a lot of care for others and would jump in front of a train for a friend. She tends to hide what she's feeling, though, and bottle it up; that she won't deny to anyone.
She's slow to trust and even slower to love, but she can also be easily earned if you show her that you're able to trust and be trusted.
Echo will live life to it's fullest at any cost, but she'll live it her way.

Echo also has a side of her that is deep, dark, and mysterious. Being able to see into someone's future or into their past is no walk in the park, and to know every single person she sees as well as they know themselves is no walk in the park. It can be useful, however, if she's trying to intimidate someone.
"Yep, that's me."


-Description of looks-
Echo is five feet six inches tall with a slender frame, curves, and a strong build. To begin with, "Echo's" overall complexion is clear and rather pale; almost white, even. She has no freckles however sometimes so does get some pimples and such. Echo's eyes are the most striking and deep violet you've ever seen or ever will see, and just looking her in the eyes can leave you with a strong, resonating feeling of fear, which is why most people don't even look her in the eyes. They're rimmed with thick, onyx black eye lashes. Her eyes can hold infinite pain, sadness, and torture, but also the most small yet massive glimmer of hope and joy. Her nose is small and petite, curved slightly upwards in a child-like manner. Echo's lips are small, however they're a rich dark pink and are round and smooth. They can curve into a cute smile or form a determined line that makes her entire face freeze into a mask of... well, whatever she might be feeling at the moment: anger, determination, loss, sadness. Her face is small and heart-shaped, and it's framed by thick, luxurious, hazelnut brown hair that glimmers with a golden shine when it catches the light. Her hair is long, about to the bottoms of her shoulder blades. Echo's hair is in a few loose ringlets that spiral down gently past her shoulders. Her neck is long and elegant, sloping down gently and giving way to wide shoulders which are tilted slightly backwards, inducing good posture. Echo's arms are thin but strong, with small wrists and delicate, pianist fingers that are normally tapping, writing, drawing, drumming, always managing to find something to do. Her torso is also slim but medium-sized, curving into a wide waist. Echo's legs are strong, lengthy, and slim, she being a good runner.


-History-
Well, we can start off by saying that Echo's life wasn't exactly a sob fest for her, but it wasn't really a walk in the park, either.
Her life had been pretty much average, however she'd gone through a series of tough losses: her friends, her old home and school, { they moved } her horse, and her cat. When they moved, Echo had become homeschooled and was an only child, so she never really had that many true friends. Echo used to be pretty outgoing and friendly, wearing her heart on her sleeve, but that kind of changed, and she realized the personality that she wanted was something that she had never been before. . . and she chose it over her old one. She lived in a nice family with two loving, adoring parents that would do anything to save her from an untimely fate. . . and in a way, they did.
One day, they were innocently driving down to South Carolina for their annual vacation. Echo was thirteen years old, so this was four years ago. Awhile into the ride, the car mostly silent, Echo's parents heard ticking. "What's-" was all they got to say. Boom. Kablam. Pow. Bam. Fwoom. However you wish to twist the word "boom" and use it for that moment, multiply it by a thousand and you'll be a little less than halfway there.
A car bomb had been set in their car.
Waking up in the hospital two days later, she could faintly recall being engulfed by a massive, rolling orange flame and the sound of a thousand bombs, placing her hands up in front of her face to protect herself, and then. . . her memory was black from there. Noticing that her entire right arm was in a cast, as well as the lower portion of her left leg, being encased with massive cuts and bruises that had stopped bleeding the day before but didn't cease throbbing.
After awhile, her parents came in and informed her that they'd be needing another blood transplant and would be gone for a couple of hours but would be back to check on her once it was over. Having no distinct memories of this moment having just woken up, Echo still has a hard time remembering her parents' smiles.
Not three hours later, Echo was solemnly brought into her parents' hospital room, only to be greeted by the sight of their dead bodies. After the blood had been checked, it had been mixed with a fatal poison, killing them in only minutes. Still no one knows how or why this murder occurred.
Her parents having made it clear that there would be no foster care and no orphanages if anything happened to her, and her being without a relative, she was given a small, classy apartment with high security close to the police station. She's lived alone since then and her education has been spotty from then at best.
After awhile of living that life, she slipped into some manner of depression. However, refusing to let go of herself, Echo let out her feelings by changing her personality into something completely different, as I said earlier. That day made her who she is and has been for four years now, and she's come to accept it as if she had always been this way.
After awhile, Echo grew sick of being constantly checked up on by the police and things, constantly being monitored, so she ran away and disappeared under the radar. She makes money by working at small shops and things that she stays with for awhile, but then she moves onto a new town and starts up a new job, this cycle being very efficient and keeping her under a roof of some sort with some manner of nutrition.
"It hasn't really been a walk in the park, being me. I actually died in that car. However, I regenerated. Yippee."


-Relationship Status-
Aliquam is single, probably always will be but she is nonetheless subjected to falling in love.
"I'll always leave them behind. They'll grow old. I regenerate. They get killed, or they die young, I regenerate. Now, unless the guy I end up liking, or dating, or marrying or whatever is a time lord like me, then I promise you this will hold to be true. I can't commit suicide, and I can't really die. Well, unless someone kills me twice, which I don't think would happen since most people only need to be killed once."


-Orientation-
Straight, as mentioned before.
"Uh. . ."


-Other-
"Am I insane?"

-Anything Else Important?
Nope.

[eren.]

(Can you please read the rules again?)