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[the timey thing]

{ Can I reserve a female with Feral Mind?<3

“ When it comes down to it, we all gotta live. Love you or not, I was never your friend. ”


Ｎａｍｅ:: Rebecca Sanders
Ａｇｅ:: Nineteen
Ｇｅｎｄｅｒ:: Female
Ｐｏｗｅｒ:: Feral Mind








“ Haha! You're being an idiotic weakling! ”


Ｈｅｉｇｈｔ:: 5' 7"
Ｗｅｉｇｈｔ:: Hundred fifteen pounds
Ｈａｉｒ Ｃｏｌｏｒ:: Dirty Blonde
Ｅｙｅ Ｃｏｌｏｒ:: A light, pale green.
Ｓｋｉｎ Ｃｏｌｏｒ:: She is a dark kinda pale.
Ｔａｔｔｏｏｓ:: On her back she has devil wings on, well, her 'wings'.
Ｐｉｅｒｃｉｎｇｓ:: In her left ear she has a gauge, a silver hood in it. The other ear has three lime greens studs.
Ｓｃａｒｓ:: On her left arm, she has a scar that looked like an animal attacked her. She also has a scar on her forehead from falling off a roof while painting a house.
Ｂａｓｉｃ Ｏｖｅｒａｌｌ:: In all truth, she wasn't born with the beauty of the angel or the ugliness of the devil. Rebecca was born one of those normal looking fools that where beautiful to some, ugly to others. It all depended on how you thought of her. The love of your life or the enemy of death.
The girl's skin is pale. Yes, she is white, but her skin has grown really pale. It rarely ever so light in the past, so why would it be tan like those other pretty girls? Whatever, she is herself and that is all there is to it.
Her hair is around shoulder-length. Most of the time she even has split ends! The color is a rather beautiful mixture of brown, blonde, and a strange color she could never pull our. Red or possibly black. Either way, it mixed together perfectly in her little bundle. Most of the time it is in a bun on her head.
Out of everything, her eyes have to be the most attractive thing about her. They aren't a dark green, or even light. These eyes have the beauty of a dew-drop when you're looking through it and at the plant. They are pale, so light that sometimes they are mistaken as white from afar.
And yes, her ears are pierced. They are a rather odd bunch of piercing, actually. The gauge was, surprisingly, a gift from a friend who manually pierced her ear. The hoop was her own little touch. The gauge is black, the hoop silver. On the other ear she has three studs that have no shape except a simple circle. All three are lime green.
On her left arm, she bares the scars of a beast. It happened from a bear. She was one of those girls who loved to go hunting. And to match it, on her forehead she has a scar that she received from doing one of her lower paying jobs for painting houses.
Overall she is just an average girl with the average looks, though she has those weird perks that could make someone just roll their eyes and walk off.








“ Some think the goal in life is to find that one person. To me it's livin' another day. ”


Ｌｉｋｅｓ:: ├ Being alone
├ Being in a quiet space.
├ Reading
├ Sweets, but nothing that is like fudge.
├ Breaking promises
Ｄｉｓｌｉｋｅｓ:: ├ Having to deal with annoying others
├ Loud noises
├ Anything to do with the color white or blue.
├ Fire, even water at times.
Ｆｅａｒｓ:: ├ She has always had a fear of drowning
├ A spider bite killing her, so she is terrified of all spiders.
Ｓｔｒｅｎｇｔｈｓ:: ├ Rebecca is really good with making people trust her.
Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ:: The odd-ball. Oh yes, but not any normal kind of strange kid. When she was little, it was always about the fight. Never was it about doing what she wanted. Ever made any friends, they would turn out to be jerks and they would turn against her. It led her to her little state of being what she wanted to be instead of what others wanted. Being herself was being a good, yet bad kid.
The good girl part of her was simple, really. It was that keep up your grades and you'll go far in life kind of spirit. Blocking out everyone, but her teachers helped her keep this. Without the weight of others bringing her down, she got a rather good reputation with her teachers, though sometimes they where worried about her. Thing was, they didn't know about everything else they did.
After school, it was full on mishevious. She wasn't one for people of her age group, but older. for example, when she was fourteen, she hung out with sixteen year old. When sixteen, nineteen year-olds and what not. It was truly amazing on how she could change so quickly in a matter of hours. If you could name her a sin, ti would have to be all except for Gluttony and Lust. Lust was something she thought was disturbing and Gluttony was nothing she cared for.
In a way, you could refer to her to a song. It was a Country song called 'Angel Eyes'. Most did refer to her as a devil with a bit of heaven, but the song refers to the other way around. She never understood why people sang it when they saw her on raids with her older, drinking pals. It was just weird to her.
Basically, she is your great grades, mishevious little brat.








“ Taking someone down with you is stupid. Fall alone and you'll have a great life. ”


Ｈｉｓｔｏｒｙ:: Life wasn't all happy happy for her, neither was it all 'Let me love you, that is so sad!' either. If you ask anyone, she had a basic life. Born into a family that was caring and supportive, she could do close to anything she wanted. Yeah people hated her and yes, people loved her. It was all a play of cards in her life, she always having the Joker.
In fifth grade was when things started happening. Her mother died from Leukemia. Being left with her father was a good life, though, he never really made her do anything. It was always 'Clean your room and you'll be fine' to him. Her mother was the one who always enforced the rules. Pretty much, she was free to do whatever. This led to her starting a smoking habit, and then, a drinking habit.
The first time a friend turned on her was in Seventh grade. Everyone seemed to call her things that wouldn't be appropriate for their ages. All of Rebecca's friends laughed at her and called her names, even attempted to drown her once. That was beginning the rage that built up for three years until it couldn't be handled anymore.
She never dropped out of school, though. All she did was stay away from people. The things she did where extreme, but it was worth it so she didn't attack them straight on for being jerks. Although it sounds bad, to her, it was the dawn of a new beginning.
After school she would hang out at bars with her older friends, the ones that understood her. She wasn't to keen on anyone else. Kids where usually scared of her. Did she care? Nope! All she cared about where the friends she found and knew she could handle. They went on raids, stealing all they could from places like Walmart and Kroger. They would usually go to the electronics or steal some clothes.
All of this happened and her father never cared. The only thing he cared about was her good grades. Hell, sometimes he would even join her on raids. This was basically her life until that night.








“ Like the French say 'Revoir, Copain!'. ”


Ｌｏｏｋｉｎｇ Ｆｏｒ Ｉｎ Ａ Ｌｏｖｅｒ:: Well, she isn't really one for love. Though, if you had to say she was looking for someone, it would have to be someone like her. A guy or gal taller, not to fat, not to skinny, ya know? Someone who wouldn't mind being cuddly, yet wouldn't mind being a bada** all the same.
Ｓｅｘｕａｌｉｔｙ:: Bisexual
Ｃｕｒｒｅｎｔｌｙ Ｄａｔｉｎｇ:: No one.
Ｃｕｒｒｅｎｔｌｙ Ｃｒｕｓｈｉｎｇ:: Before she was drugged, she was crushing a guy named Steven Baru.
Ｌｉｔｔｌｅ Ｔｉｋｅｓ:: Ahaha no.
Ｅａｔｉｎｇ Ｆｏｒ Ｔｗｏ:: Nope!
Ｍａｒｒｉｅｄ:: Nope.








“Listen close, bud! I ain't goin' down without a fight. ”


Ｈｏｍｅｍａｄｅ:: Some Vodka, a lighter, and some cigarettes.
Ｆｏｕｎｄ:: A hammer and some bullets.








“I MadWolf Promise to abide by the rules and not get mad if someone uses their powers on me as I know they will not truly harm me or vise versa. ”


Ｔｈｅｍｅ Ｓｏｎｇ:: You're Gonna Go Far Kid - Offspring

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[Tʜᴇ Fᴀʟʟᴇɴ Aɴɢᴇʟs]

{ { Gonna put this out here. I will reserve a male or female spot, but I will not reserve a power for you. If you reserve a spot and want a power, it's first come first serve for the powers. You both get the spots but if someone posts with the power you want before you get the chance, then you have to pick another. As long as you post your finished forum before the other person, then yeah, you get the power.

[Talvace]

“ If bad ideas were an Olympic event, this one would take the gold. ”


Ｎａｍｅ:: Steven Fornell
Ａｇｅ:: 19
Ｇｅｎｄｅｒ:: Male
Ｐｏｗｅｒ:: Intangibility








“ Put some faith in me and one day you'll see, there's a diamond under all this dust. ”


Ｈｅｉｇｈｔ:: 5'9"
Ｗｅｉｇｈｔ:: 130 lbs
Ｈａｉｒ Ｃｏｌｏｒ:: black
Ｅｙｅ Ｃｏｌｏｒ:: brown
Ｓｋｉｎ Ｃｏｌｏｒ:: pale, of Asian decent
Ｔａｔｔｏｏｓ:: None
Ｐｉｅｒｃｉｎｇｓ:: None
Ｓｃａｒｓ:: There is one long, thin scar that runs up the side of his right arm from getting cut on broken glass from having to run from the cops after breaking and entering a store to get a computer he couldn't afford. Both hands have scars on the knuckles from various fights. His left cheek has a very faint scar running under his eye from where he was once hit with a metal pipe.
Ｂａｓｉｃ Ｏｖｅｒａｌｌ:: Steve has never been able to put on weight, he's always been far too skinny for how tall he is no matter how much extra food his mother made him eat. It was probably from all the running he did. His body is long and lean, covered with a light layer of muscle. He looks like a runner, a track star maybe, but in reality he just needs to be able to outrun the police, to jump over the hoods of moving cars, get over fences, and take to the roofs so he doesn't get caught. Not that there's a chance of that, his long legs carry him far to quickly for that too happen.
His hair is getting to be too long, the way he likes it. It doesn't quite fall into his eyes, but that's only because he always pushes it off to the side or sticks it under the silly baseball hat he's taken to wearing. His eyes, now his eyes are something to take notice of. They aren't any unusual color, just brown with little flecks of green around the center, but they are bright, like little flares. They hold the only traces of emotion he shows, anger, frustration, mostly. Steven's eyes are the most expressive part of his body besides his fists.
For someone who uses his hands to get into fights so often, his hands are surprisingly smooth, save for the scars across the knuckles of both hands. His hands are small, with clean nails and, often, sweaty palms. He's always tense, nervous, waiting for something to go wrong and get him caught. Nothing has yet, though, but his hands still clench into fists in his pockets when he thinks it will. Normally only part of his hands are visible, the top half covered by too long sleeves that he wears to cover the long scar going up his right arm. He doesn't like people seeing his scars.








“ You aren't the only one who's lonely and afraid... ”


Ｌｉｋｅｓ::
Running
The thrill of being chased by cops
Video games
Baseball Bats
Winter
Ｄｉｓｌｉｋｅｓ::
Guns
Dogs
Summer
Crowds
Silence
Ｆｅａｒｓ::
Being caught by the police
Pain
Ｓｔｒｅｎｇｔｈｓ::
Speed
Agility
Fighting
Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ:: Steven is a rebel. He doesn't need a reason, though he has one, to do what he does. Even if he had the money to buy the things he steals, he'd probably still do it. He loves the adrenaline rush he gets every time the cops chase him far to much to give it up. Not to say he's a bad guy, he's probably one of the most polite people you'll ever meet, unless it's in a back alley that is. Try to sneak up on him or force him to do something and, more often than not, you'll find yourself with a set of knuckles leaving indentations and, most likely, a decent amount of blood on your person.
Secretly, though, Steven is a sap. He's not the tough guy he acts like to protect himself at all. He loves to watch the city lights from the roof tops, sunsets aren't out of the question, snuggling is fine to him, and he even doesn't mind being dragged shopping. He likes to be around people, as long as they don't stare at his scars or insult him or the people he's with. As long as they aren't in crowds. He can't stand crowds, especially ones filled with air headed idiots.
All of his life, despite having more than one opportunity to do so, Steven's wanted to be a hero. He knows he can play the bad guy, hell he's done it before, but just once he wants to save someone in the most romantic way possible. He's just that confusing.








“ The past is never coming back, why does everyone want to know about it? ”


Ｈｉｓｔｏｒｙ:: Steven Fornell had it good. His parents paid for his loft in Atlanta, he went to one of the top colleges in the city, and was top of his class. Yes, he had the number one ranking out of his entire class. They were probably glad they'd given him that full scholarship now. His parents, though rich, only paid for his crappy loft, though. Anything else, any extras like a lap top or food he had to pay for himself. He would be the first to tell you, delivering Pizzas did not get you far in the world. That's how he began to get into stealing.
It had started small, just a few little bottles of soda being slipped into the bags he'd already checked out. From there it had escalated until, after many near panic attacks at what he was doing, because it was so very, very wrong, he found himself with the ability to break into stores after they'd closed and take what he needed. He wasn't proud of this, but he didn't let the guilt catch up either. He mostly took what he needed, and admittedly a few toys (His Mac Book Pro, his gaming equipment, a hat that fit him just right), and never left any traces.
The night that he finally got caught though, and not by the police as you might think, was when he had made a mistake and forgotten to check all of the entrances. This time, the alarmed fire exit in the back. Who knew that having a key would keep the alarm from going off if you entered from outside through that door? He had done the only thing he could think of at the time and, without even dropping his bag filled with overpriced food, had smashed a window and jumped out. It wasn't until he was hiding behind a dumpster, waiting for the cops to pass by, that he'd felt the sting in his neck and pulled the dart out that real fear had set in, though. He hadn't even had time to find his attacker before the world went black. The next time he woke up the world as he knew it was gone.









“ This stuff is personal and I'm supposed to broadcast it? Tsch. ”


Ｌｏｏｋｉｎｇ Ｆｏｒ Ｉｎ Ａ Ｌｏｖｅｒ:: "I just want to be happy, if anyone can do that.. well love is a big word, but maybe we can be close."
Ｓｅｘｕａｌｉｔｙ:: Bi-sexual
Ｃｕｒｒｅｎｔｌｙ Ｄａｔｉｎｇ:: No one.
Ｃｕｒｒｅｎｔｌｙ Ｃｒｕｓｈｉｎｇ:: I'm not.
Ｌｉｔｔｌｅ Ｔｉｋｅｓ:: None.
Ｅａｔｉｎｇ Ｆｏｒ Ｔｗｏ:: Nope.
Ｍａｒｒｉｅｄ:: Never.








“You know when things go boom, I kind of feel like I'm home. ”


Ｈｏｍｅｍａｄｅ:: Steven has several homemade explosives on his person. They very from smoke grenades to full out bombs. "You can never be to prepared..."
Ｆｏｕｎｄ:: "Found a long bow, a couple dozen arrows, and this real big blade. Might be a machete. God I suck at archery, guess I'll have to learn."








“I sugarstrings promise to abide by the rules and not get mad if someone uses their powers on me as I know they will not truly harm me or vise versa. ”


Ｔｈｅｍｅ Ｓｏｎｇ:: Peppermint Winter - Owl City

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[WIP]

[eden .]

>> again, my apologies!

[Tʜᴇ Fᴀʟʟᴇɴ Aɴɢᴇʟs]

{ { Hello, Asian To The Knee, for the 'Ｌｏｏｋｉｎｇ Ｆｏｒ Ｉｎ Ａ Ｌｏｖｅｒ', section I need you to post what they are looking for in someone they want to have as a lover. The features they want in the other person. When both of your guys forms are finished you'll be accepted. Glad to see people are joining!

After receiving a message from a friend that shows that in fact Asian To The Knee and someone else were planning something for this RP, neither will be accepted and if that person tries to join they will be denied. Everyone else is fine though.

[the timey thing]

{
I finished my form, it is in my reserved post. ^u^
If there is something wrong, please tell me.~

[Tʜᴇ Fᴀʟʟᴇɴ Aɴɢᴇʟs]

{ { Both Sugar and Mad are accepted.

[bast,]

{ Taking the animal morphing spot. <3 I already have a form, I just need to tweak a few things.
EDIT; Forgot to say, it's a girl. ^-^; }

[Tʜᴇ Fᴀʟʟᴇɴ Aɴɢᴇʟs]

{ { As I listed above, I'll save gender spots but no power spots. If you get a animal morph up before anyone else, you get the spot. That doesn't seem to be a problem at the moment, though.

[StrobeEffect]

“ We're in an ever changing world and you want a name? ”


Ｎａｍｅ:: None. Call me what you wish.
Ａｇｅ:: 19
Ｇｅｎｄｅｒ:: Male
Ｐｏｗｅｒ:: Healing








“ How is a fact important when it can be proven wrong? ”


Ｈｅｉｇｈｔ:: 5'11"
Ｗｅｉｇｈｔ:: 141 lbs
Ｈａｉｒ Ｃｏｌｏｒ:: Black Coffee brown
Ｅｙｅ Ｃｏｌｏｒ:: grey
Ｓｋｉｎ Ｃｏｌｏｒ:: Pale
Ｔａｔｔｏｏｓ:: I've got a bird, like the one in the picture, tattooed over the left side of my chest. Just under it I've got the name "Daryl" tattooed there. That's my brother's name, it's tattooed right over my heart.
Ｐｉｅｒｃｉｎｇｓ:: Nah, those creep me out.
Ｓｃａｒｓ:: Yea, I've got those, but I ain't telling you where or why.
Ｂａｓｉｃ Ｏｖｅｒａｌｌ:: Mr. Mystery is beautiful. He is just the right amount of tall with the slightest amount of to thin to be healthy. His skin is pale, like the first snowfall, and if you touch it it's soft like fresh grass in the spring. Though he may seem to be underweight, he eats more than enough to keep himself going. He doesn't like people who starve themselves over stupid sh*t like what someone said about them.
His eyes are light, like the moon when its going to snow, the grey in them defined by the dark lines shooting through the color. If you look at them for too long, though, you might feel cold because those eyes, the eyes that should be filled with emotion for how defined they are, are simply hollow, void of anything that could even possibly resemble emotion. His hair falls to cover them most of the time, just the top half, but you can still sense how wrong they are. His hair though, touching his hair is like stroking a rabbit's fur. It's softer than anything you've ever felt, even when he doesn't do anything to it. It's just another odd thing to add to the list.
If you ever see Mr. Mystery out of his clothes, though, be it to bathe, to change or for... other reason, you'll understand. Scars cover the length of his body, often times they overlap each other. THe most definable one, though, is blazed across his chest like a mark claiming him as its own. It goes down from his right shoulder all the way to the left side of his rib cage. It marks him like he's done something wrong, like he's got something to hide.








“ There's something about the way the road looks after it rains... ”


Ｌｉｋｅｓ::
• Birds
• Nature
• Snow
Ｄｉｓｌｉｋｅｓ::
• People who pry
• Cities
• Guns
Ｆｅａｒｓ::
• Being alone
• Getting close to people
Ｓｔｒｅｎｇｔｈｓ::
• Once I care for you, I'm not leaving you behind. I'm more loyal than a German Shepard, and harder to get through than a tank.
Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ:: I'm not going to say I'm the nicest guy, I'm probably not, but I don't broadcast my hatred to the world. If I don't like someone I'm not going to go out of my way to make their life Hell, I'll just avoid them and move on. If I do like you, though, I'll try to be around you more, even if you don't realize it. I'm always watching people, be it from trees or from windows, I learn a lot by watching. It's earned me the title of stalker a few times. I don't do that sh*t though. I'm not a freak.
I don't show my feelings, I hate seeming weak, like I can be broken, because I can be broken. I'm only human, but I hate to remember that because humans are not the beautiful things people see them as. Humans are vile and destructive, and we brought that upon ourselves.








“ Listen close, I ain't repeating myself. ”


Ｈｉｓｔｏｒｙ:: I was born in the country, Texas to be exact. I had my brother and my father and my uncle living with me. I loved my brother, but not in the right way, and everyone knew it. Maybe it was because I knew we weren't blood related, maybe it's because he was just the sweetest thing there ever was, but I loved him like I was in love with him. My father didn't give a damn if he'd adopted the kid after I felt these things or not, I was just pathetic and disgusting to him. It didn't bother me, though, I never much cared what he or my uncle thought.
I did care when he took it out on Daryl, though. I cared when he tried to beat him, so I took the blows. I cared when he tried to hit him with the truck, so I pushed him out of the way. I got destroyed to protect him, and he was grateful so it was okay. I even got my revenge, I killed the bastard with his own shot gun. That's what he gets for trying to hurt Daryl. Daryl doesn't love me like that, even if we aren't blood related, but that's alright with me. As long as he was safe it was fine. Then those idiots took me away from him, and I ain't seen him since. Hell, I ain't even woken up since I felt that dart hit my shoulder.








“ I'm hard to love, hard to love. ”


Ｌｏｏｋｉｎｇ Ｆｏｒ Ｉｎ Ａ Ｌｏｖｅｒ:: I'm not looking for a lover. I had my chance, and the universe didn't line up right. If I was though, someone strong and innocent, like a hero or something. Sounds corny, but I know I can't pull that off.
Ｓｅｘｕａｌｉｔｙ:: I don't know, I never really had a preference.
Ｃｕｒｒｅｎｔｌｙ Ｄａｔｉｎｇ:: No one.
Ｃｕｒｒｅｎｔｌｙ Ｃｒｕｓｈｉｎｇ:: Daryl before this all happened.
Ｌｉｔｔｌｅ Ｔｉｋｅｓ:: In this kind of world? Hell nah.
Ｅａｔｉｎｇ Ｆｏｒ Ｔｗｏ:: I eat for two sometimes, but I don't have a baby on the way, no.
Ｍａｒｒｉｅｄ:: No.








“I got chills, they're multiplyin'. ”


Ｈｏｍｅｍａｄｅ:: Just a make shift knife made out of a piece of bone. Pulled apart the arm of one of the infected things to get it.
Ｆｏｕｎｄ:: Found this slingshot the other day, a real strong one. I found some of these arrow head like things to go with it. Dunno what they're called, but they slice through skin like water when I shoot 'em out of the sling shot.








“I StrobeEffect promise to abide by the rules and not get mad if someone uses their powers on me as I know they will not truly harm me or vise versa. ”


Ｔｈｅｍｅ Ｓｏｎｇ:: I'd Rather Be With You - Joshua Radin

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