Өยг รtгคภﻮє єyєร (Accepting!)

[Jalista]

Ever so Strange...

That means bump? Hmm... Can we start soon? Now-n-now-n-n-now?

[darling lady]

Yes, that means bump.

*Sighs* We shall begin soon. I will have to work up an intro post.

[darling lady]

Sorry, I'll have to post it tomorrow. I ran out of time and must depart.

Ciao my loyal followers *coughfutureslavescough*

[Jalista]

Yay! **Scratches head.** Something was strange about that cough....

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(( I finished my form on the first page. ))

[Aye-Aye Eye]

"Are you kidding? I'm a freaking tiger!"

Name
"Leo Donovan Archer."
Gender
Male, he would have refused to answer this question anyway.
Age
"One-eight."
Grade
"Senior year, baby!"
Well, if it was a normal school. Twelve.
Mark
"To me, it looks like barbed wire curling down my ring finger."
Exactly that, on his right hand.
[Can't find a picture of exactly what I want, hopefully I will with a bit more digging!]
Personality
"Oh, trust me. You gotta love me!"
If you haven't noticed, Leo is very... Confident. With a bit of Narcissism. Not that he doesn't have reason to, he's been pretty dang good at most things he's tried. Even through the testosterone laced facade, Leo truly believes in the cause of the school and applies himself 110% to his training and duties. He is not the sharpest tool in the shed. He is the brawn to back up the brain, with enough common sense, or lack-thereof, to fit in with most teenagers. He is what he is, a useful and loyal tool to be used and disposed by a higher power. And, dimly, he is aware of it.
History
"I hate that class."
Leo doesn't really know much about his family history, he was adopted. He's a bit sensitive on the subject, but only knows his adoptive parents. He doesn't forget anything they do, and he really loves them. He's made a secret promise to pay them back for everything they had to give up to give him a home. An only child with two loving parents.
Power
Thorns. Small, thumb-sized thorns are underneath every inch of his skin. He can call them forward at will, on any part of his body, but not without the price of having to feel them rip through his skin. Luckily, a higher healing rate helps these scars heal up withen a few days.

Pets
"Well, my dog. The Box-master."
http://www.rarebreed.com/breeds/images/tasha2.jpg
An Ovcharka named Boxwell, or lovingly referred to as 'The Box-master'. His male bravado allows for nothing smaller than a pony it seems. He's pretty dang old however for a dog of his size, and will probably pass on soon.
Crush?
"Don't think they're ready for me."
None, so far.

"Just you wait, I'll be up there."

Name
"Bea Elizabeth Buckley, pleasure to meet you."
Gender
"I'll just check down female for that one."
Age
"Just turned Seventeen in March."
Grade
"Eleventh. No big deal, right?"
Mark
"From what I can tell, it's an ash tree sprouting from my wrist. Whenever it gets dark, the limbs seem to glow. Or maybe I'm just staring at it too much."
It is an ash tree, seems symbolic to ambition.
http://data.whicdn.com/images/11823537/tumblr_lo4on796Gg1qlcg2go1_500_thumb.jpg
Personality
"I keep my word, and I'm telling you that I'm going to be a star."
Bea is a geek. Not just a normal geek, a drama geek. Her greatest wish is to spend the rest of her life as an actress, broadway specifically. She has incredible ambition driving her towards this goal, but this whole 'defending the world' thing, is kind of getting in the way. That is not going to be okay. She's taken a lesson from a rather questionable play; "Tits and ass won't get you jobs, unless they're yours." She has a low sense of morality, and has no problem if it comes down to sleeping her to the top. She'll still be on top. But, to accomplish these dreams, she knows she has to get a high-school degree, and college entrance to a performing arts school, studying is a top priority.
History
"I come from a rather talented line."
She would like to think. Her family name has only gone down since 1922 when her great-grandfather's theater was shut down for it's illegal side business of rum-running. For a good sixty years however before the event, a great many talented broadway and smaller theatre came from the family. Her mom made a very scrape-bare living from commercials, adult movies, and B-list theatre productions. After hearing the story of her family, Bea became heavily driven to restore the former glory of the Buckleys. An only child with a strong, single mother.
Power
Plant-life. She can request things from and converse with plants, which can make her on hell of a gardener.
Pets
"A bull terrier actually, his name is Jumper."
http://i45.tinypic.com/2z80rnp.png
Crush?
"A bit too busy."
Or, way too preoccupied.

Name
"Rowan Harlon Easton..."
He's not particularly happy with his whole name.
Gender
"Of the Male variety."
Age
"I'm almost fifteen, just one more month!"
Grade
"Just started, I'm a bit nervous."
Mark
"Winged feet, I found it strange."
Inspired by Hermes.
Personality
"Uh, I guess you could say I get scared easily?"
That's a lie. Rowan is wired. Caffeine is a horrible idea for this kid. He tends to focus on too many things at one time and gets himself confused, he's never had an easy time with actual school work. English especially. As long you don't make any sudden moves, he's sweeter than a rabbit, and about as dangerous. Like any frightened animal however, when he gets backed into a corner unable to fly down the hall, he's more than likely to bite/throw a punch/spit/etc. to get away. Considerate, rememberative, and wound tighter than a spring.
History
"Nothing special."
Rowan's uncle was a hemi, and speculates that maybe it was his grandfather that passed the gene. Once his powers started to emerge, his parents became deeply worried and called his uncle immediately. They were scared something was wrong, or god was punishing them, but his uncle remained calm and said that he could come stay up with him in Arizona. The arrangement worked out, Rowan was never told that his parents wanted him to stay there, he figured it was just for the summer, maybe a year or two. They're doing fine at least, though they try not to talk to either him or his uncle.
Power

Pets
"No, unfortunately."
None, he's always wanted a bunny though.
Crush?
"Yeahnothanks."
Girls aren't a top priority yet.

"Ooh, delightful."

Name
"Stephen Urban Cynric."
Gender
"Male, is this an interview?"
Age
"Thirty-six."
Teaching Subject
"I'm certified to teach Western Civilization, AP Euro, Art History, and Hemi History."
Currently teaching Hemi History.
Mark
"Whatever I'm immersed with at the time causes writing on my wrist to constantly shift in a ring."
xXx
Personality
"I like to believe I'm pretty 'hip'."
In his classes, Mr. Cynric is anything but hip. His class has an unwritten rule that they have to be completely serious until the end of note-taking. Away from his lectures however, he's a very laid back, turn a blind eye kind of person. He's almost always seen reading, while walking down the hall he has an uncanny ability to weave through the crowd while not giving them an ounce of attention, snatching hats along the way. When he's on his own studying, he's very excitable and enthusiastic about new discoveries and connections. Quotes and ideas fly faster than his eyes can catch them along his wrist during this time, and if you manage to pry him from the book he is overly polite, and helpful. More than anything, he prefers quiet with a bit of solitude.
History
Stephen began flying through school as soon as he was old enough to start, he never skipped a grade but instead made prefect A's, got full scholarships to any college he could dream of, and began teaching. He didn't start off wanting to teach of course, he kinda wanted to become a politician or a lawyer. Then the tiny problem of his powers came into view and Head Madame convinced him he needed to come teach, of all the knowledge he could impart, etc. It was nice enough, and with no real goals to work from, a lawyer seemed a lot harder.
Power
"Memorization, I suppose."
Insane memorization. Anything he's ever seen or read he can recite, explain, and copy perfectly. Due to always having his nose in a book this skill has made him a very knowledgeable person, as well as a good forger.
Pets
"Oh, no thank you."
Crush?
"Afraid I don't have time."

[Flutey]

Name: Ally
Gender: Female
Age: 15
Grade: 9th
Looks: Ally has dirty blonde hair that falls in layers around her face. She usually wears it in a ponytail with the shorter pieces hanging just below her ears. She is of average weight and a little above average height. Her eyes are a grayish blue color.
Mark: There is a single teardrop shaped leaf on the nape of her neck.
Personality: Ally seems very confident and social to others, but what they don't know is she's always wondering about what others think of her. She is quick thinking and often comes up with witty comebacks. While not nessicarily book-smart, she is certainly clever. Practical jokes are one of her specialties, especially if you are a close friend of hers.
History: Ally's parents died when she was very young. Ever since, she lived with her grandfather, the only relative willing to take her. She loves him very much and treats him like a father. Ally always noticed quirky things happening with him, but brushed them off. Now she connects them with him being a Hemi.
Power: (TBA)
Pets: Clover, her dark brown tabby cat.
Crush?:
Anything I missed?:

(I plan to make a boy as well, but I have to go.)

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(( @ FluteyTrill, you are excepted and I'm happy you'll make a guy too! But could you be a little more specific with your history, please? And if you could get a reference pic for anything, it isn't required and you're still accepted, but I think that most people like pictures.
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@ Rio For President, work on your forms and I think you'll be fine, I love your girls personality! And I'm happy that you're making a guy and girl, I was the only one with a guy, until page 5! ))

[Aye-Aye Eye]

[[ I believe I'm finished, I'm happy to change anything if need be. But, for now. I have to go. c: Night!]]

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(( @ Rio For President, excepted! Thanks for joining, I'll tell the owner that you've made some through private message, and everyone she/he will be telling you your powers until she/he comes online and says I can give them to you, because I havn't asked her/him yet. And I do like your forms, no canges in my mind! ))