Character Auditions

[Emotionless]

Welcome! Currently,I'm writing a story called Nameless,and I'm looking for a bunch of characters. I'll judge on July 31st,and see which characters get a part in my story!

So here's what I need-
10 mutant girls
15 mutant boys
5 scientists
2 couples

RULES-
*One entry per person.
*You do not need to bump. In fact, I will do the bumping
*Tess's rules are my rules.
*No mini-modding
*Do not criticize another's character,or steal their character.
*Please,I would like well thought out characters. No Mary-Gary sues will be accepted.
*THERE ARE NO PRIZES.
*I will not accept late work.

Warnings-

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I would like to submit a character!
Username:
Name:
Age:
What role:
Power (if mutant) (Mutants can also gain their powers as the story goes on) :
Personality:
Description:
Picture(optional) :
History/story(Please make it logical) :
Other:

[Rebel Faery]

I would like to submit a character!
Username: Rebel Faery
Name: Tessa
Age: 12
What role: mutant girl
Power: Tessa can hypnotise people
Personality: Tessa is a showy girl who can be a bit of a big-head. She can also be sweet and friendly, and has a way of winding people around her little finger
Description: Tessa has long, curly, sort of dark-blonde hair. It falls in waves down her back. She has big, brown eyes, and a dazzling smile.
Picture(optional) : -x-
History/story(Please make it logical) : She was taken by the scientists when she was seven, with dreams of becoming a star. Her family, who were poor, were told she'd drowned on a school trip, and they welcomed the money.
Other: -x-

[Emotionless]

Dang it! I ALWAYS forget to put something important on the form!

I meant to put a place for the powers if the character is a mutant

[goldh31]

I would like to submit a character!

Username: goldh31

Name:Nicole Juliet Parker

Age:16

What role:Mutant Girl

Power :To make others relive their worst memories and to know if someone is lying to her.

Personality:I'm guarded, cold, shut down. Occasionally I'll drop my walls a bit, allowing you a quick peek inside me before I get scared and clam-up again. I don't always exhibit my personality so I think I'll tell you who I am inside the walls, who I used to be. The girl you can sometimes see in me. I used to be kind, caring...at least if you were my friend. Get on my bad side and I would advise you find the next bus out of town and get on it as quickly as possible. I still am very protective of people who are nice to me and I would give my life for them. I don't forgive easily...If I forgive you at all. That's why I hate humans, hate scientists. They, the normals have hurt me, killed me. I will not forgive, not this time.

Description:I have olive skin and dark, brown, mistrusting eyes. My silky black brow hair falls in waves over my slim frame. I am away alert, always on guard, my body tensed and coiled, ready to spring at the slightest moment.

Picture :(see top)

History/story :One night changed everything, and I mean everything. I was 6. Before, I loved to sing and dance, and goof around with my friends. I was daring, fun, kind.All that is gone now. Gone is my home, my friends, my family. I cut them out of my life, or rather, I was forced to. I passed the point of no return, my history doesn't matter anymore. I became a mutant.

I grew up in a small rural town in California, on the coast. I had a pretty messed up life. I was stuck in a situation I couldn't get out of. Trapped, paralyzed by fear. Fear of someone discovering my secret, fear of being hurt, fear of living. My mother nearly killed me for the first time when I was 6. It wasn't a mistake. I can still see her face in my mind's eye, eyes black, hard, blazing with rage. Face cold as stone and the sting of pain as her hand came in contact with my face. The whacking sound her elbow made as it hit my scull. She had been drunk, of course and I had forgotten to clean up my toy and she had tripped over it. It was the first time she had beat me so badly. The beatings got worse and worse but after a teacher inquired to my mother about my black eye she confined her blows to where I could hide them under my clothes. From then on, my body was varying shades of black and blue. After she beat me, I could tell she was sorry. She wouldn't say so but there would be a 24 hour safe period where she wouldn't hit me, my safe zone. But the beatings kept happening, getting more and more frequent. She would explode at nothing, her fists raining down on my body, taking vengeance for any problem I caused and some I didn't. I was depressed, I tried to go home as little as possible, snuck around like a rabbit to keep from incurring her wrath but nothing worked. One night when I was 17, I came home late from a party. She was waiting for me, like always, but that time something was different. Her hands came down on me with furry, inflicting pain like they never had before. I don't think she realized what she was doing, before I knew it she had slammed me against the wall, had grabbed a baseball bat leaning against the coffee table. The last thing I remember was shutting my eyes as I heard the whoosh of the bat swinging towards my head, moving to shield my body with my hands, but I was too late. Not many people attended my funeral, I had never been that popular,at least not for a while, preferring to sit in a corner and be silent instead of socializing. I had become so jaded and shut down in my last years of life so when I died, I made the decision to become a mutant. I have lost all trust in humanity.

Other:Normals- normal humans