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[.:Ѵuℓтuяe˩oveя:.]

{ : Just to let you all know, I'm almost done with Jacqueline's forum o3o. Oh, && I might not be on tomorrow or I might, but it depends on how much time I have left for tomorrow. I'm only warning because I think the RP might start soon : }

[spookskingcal]

((Gotta transfer my info! Could you reserve Darkness Manipulation and a girl for me? Please and thanks!))


Darkness Manipulation: The user can create, control, manipulate, materialize and summon darkness in various ways, often by accessing a dimension of dark energy and the beings that exist there. The user is often stronger at night

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Ｅｙｅ Ｃｏｌｏｒ::
Ｓｋｉｎ Ｃｏｌｏｒ::
(Amazing if we could get some more ethnic groups in here!)
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(You don't all need a sob story.)








“ quote from your charrie here! ”


Ｌｏｏｋｉｎｇ Ｆｏｒ Ｉｎ Ａ Ｌｏｖｅｒ::
Ｓｅｘｕａｌｉｔｙ::
(Won't judge but keep it Bi sexual or straight please)
Ｃｕｒｒｅｎｔｌｙ Ｄａｔｉｎｇ::
Ｃｕｒｒｅｎｔｌｙ Ｃｒｕｓｈｉｎｇ::
Ｌｉｔｔｌｅ Ｔｉｋｅｓ::
(Do they already have children?)
Ｅａｔｉｎｇ Ｆｏｒ Ｔｗｏ::
(Are they pregnant?)
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“I (Enter username here) 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:: (My little cheater way of getting more music. )

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||Morgan Celeste Penhallow||


.:Ѳи тнɛ Ƨʋяғαcɛ.:
Nickname:||Morg or Morgs||
Her Title:||The Silent Rebel||
Gender:||Female||
Age:||19||
Skin tone:||Lightly Tanned||
Height:||5'6"||
Weight:||145 lbs||
Hair color:||Black with green streaks||
Eye color:||Silver||
Piercings:||Ears pierced and snakebites.||
Scars:||On her lower back and ribs from a car crash.||
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.:Ƴσʋя Ƭяʋɛ Ɔσℓσяƨ:.
Fears:||Water, Drowning, Being alone, Small spaces||
Personality:||Morgan. How to describe this complex girl. Well, she has a short temper. When someone insults her or does something that she doesn't like to one of her friends, she will go off. Other times, she is completely calm and quiet, just sitting there and staring. It's extremely weird. Some people say that she is bipolar. She herself sometimes believes it. Morg has always had a hard time making friends. It's hard to explain, but, she just never seemed to "click" with anyone. Morg doesn't trust people very easily, but she, herself, is easy to trust because of her kick-back and relaxed nature. Morgan, when meeting new people, is very shy. She'll bit her bottom lip and blush like a maniac. Morg loves to sing and draw, which are two of her favorite pastimes. She loves to draw Manga and hopes that one day she'll be able to publish her Manga's as comic books and Anime shows, that is, after all of this Zombie mess is said and done. Morg will help anyone who needs her help, and will not ask for anything in return. Self-dependancy is in Morgan's nature. She doesn't like having to rely on others. Morgan always tells the truth, and is you are not to her liking, she will tell you. Sarcasm is another one of her flaws. It and her sharp tongue have got her in trouble to many times to count||
Theme song:||"Never Give In" By: Black Veil Brides||
Strengths:||Morgan knows a thing or two about Medicine. She also knows how to fight. Trained in three different fighting styles, Morgan can make a weapon out of almost anything. She can speak three languages fluently, though that doesn't help much in this apoclypse. She isn't very athletic, but she is a hard worker. Being a mediator in in aruments is something that is is pretty decent at. With SIX older brothers, she was the one most went to for settling arguements. Morgan prefers to hang out on the edges of society, but, if needed or forced, she can step up and be temporary leader.||
Weaknesses:||Morgan is more of a loner and has never made friends easily. She can't run very fast or for very long. Also, even though being a mediator, Morgan herself has a horrible temper when provoked. Also, Morgan tends to judge people harshly, but, this is from growing up in many different foster homes.||

A reason, a victim,
A shadow vacant in the sky.


You yearn for what's missing,
Your power hidden in the night.


An angel or demon, (or demon!)
Your Gods you prayed on lonesome nights.


The damage, inflicted,The pain in us they leave behind.
Never give in,
Never back down,
Never give in!

Likes:
~Rock Music
~Singing
~Reading
~Nature
~Mythology
~Archery
~Cats

Dislikes:
~Broccoli
~Jerks and Buttheads
~Country Music
~Not Being With Her Family
~Chocolate Ice Cream
~Birds
~Having No Eyebrows


One random fact:||Morgan was attacked by a peacock in the zoo. It wanted her Ranch Doritos.||
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{:.Getting Personal.:}
Crush:||None yet||
Boyfriend/Girlfriend:||Single||
Favorite hangout spot(s):||The Library and her Bedrooom||
History:||Morgan Celeste Penhallow was a troubled child. From as early as she could remember, she was in foster homes. Always "causing trouble" or something of that matter, she was always moved after a few months or a year. At the age of six, when Morg was with the Ramses, the microwave blew up. It was blamed on Morg because she had been the last one to use it. At the age of eleven, when Morgan was with the Debutantes, the cat was found dead in the washer. They blamed Morgan and said that she hated Fluffiekins. At the

age of thirteen, when she was staying with the Tiluses, the house was found trashed. Glass was broken, walls were written on, curtains and clothes were shredded. Again, Morgan was blamed. But, what had really happened was that the oldest child had had a party and blamed the aftermath on the Foster Child. At the age of fifteen, when she was in the home of the Lukases something went horribly, horribly wrong. She had been reading a book with old poems in it. She has tripped and fell when she had gotten up to go to the kitchen. A spark from the fire must have hit the book, but the book caught fire and caught the rug on fire, which started to burn the house. The whole house burned, but everyone got out safely. Morgan was accused of starting the fire, which, in a way, was true. So off she was sent. But, the Fates smiled on her this time. She finally came to live with the Restworths. They had her files and was wary of what she could do. She had been labled as "unstable and insane" along with being a "pyromaniac". Eventually, they warmed up to her. After two years of staying with the Restworths and finally feeling as if this was HOME, another bad fortune attacked Jazmyne. Damon and Estell were killed in a car crash. Three of their kids: Rikki, Morgan, and Little Charlie, were in the car as well. The driver of the other car was drunk and high on drugs. He hit the front of the Restworth's car. Damon and Estell were killed instantly. The kids made it out hurt, but alive. The car had flipped- a second car hit it form the side. Rikki had a broken collar bome and several broken ribs. Charlie had a clean break in his arm. Morgan, of all the children, was hurt the worst. She had metal in her back, shattered ribs, and was knocked unconcious for two weeks. By the time she awoke the metal was removed from her back, and her spine was unharmed. Her ribs were bound and would heal. When she was released from the hospital, she was sent to the Restworth's Grandmother's house. Of couse, all of this happened before the Zombie stitation got really bad. Jazmyne knew the situation got bad when the zombies broke into her house. They killed her family. But, they didn't get her. She hid from them. Scared and afraid, she ran, taking only what she needed, She had never really believed that the zombies would attack her home. She had the allusion that she had the perfect life. Now, she is still running.||
Family:||Her Adoptive Parents were Damon and Estell Restworth. She does have siblings, but they are her Adoptive Siblings. Sisters: Della (22) and Lista (21), Brothers: Rikki (19) and Charlie (11)||
Dreams:||Morgan wishes that all of this chaos would stop. She wishes that, when all of this is over, she would be able to start a band and travel, just to get away from all of these bad memories.||

“Each and every one of us has a fire that burns inside us,
and they can try like hell to put out that flame,
but as long as in our minds we know who we are meant to be,
they don’t stand a chance.”

"Creating art or something beautiful makes you
a more fulfilled person than they can ever be,
because they’re caught up in what they hate
rather than what they love."

“I had a goal, I had a dream…and at the end of the day,
no matter what people say to you,
as long as YOU know who you are as a person,
NOTHING in else in the world matters.”

"Rock and roll is about having a good time,
so no matter where you are right now,
blast some music and forget about life’s problems."

"And the people who say things to you about the way you look,
and the way you dress,
they have nothing more to their lives.
That's all they do, and you have something more in you."

"You can't save the world...save YOUR heart.
Be a catalyst & create a life where you are powerful.
Rebel. Be happy & allow others happiness."

"Never give in, never back down."

We're soldiers, instinctive,
We can bring change before we die.


Through tails of the demons,
To feel what lies beneath our eyes.


Never give in,
Never back down,Never give in,
Never back down,
When your life feels lost,
(Fight against all odds!)
Never give in,
(Never back down!).


Never give in,
Never back down,
Never give in,Never back down,
When your life feels lost,
(Fight against all odds!)
Never give in,
(Never back down!).

[Tʜᴇ Fᴀʟʟᴇɴ Aɴɢᴇʟs]

(Dark manipulation is taken...)

[Tʜᴇ Fᴀʟʟᴇɴ Aɴɢᴇʟs]

Okay, it seems we have something wrong... There are only four powers left, yet five spots open... If everyone would please confirm what power their character has. -This only counts if you have already made a full forum- There are twenty powers and twenty spots, one power for each person. Clearly something is wrong. I'm doing my best to currently get down to the bottom of it.

[bast,]

Female - animal morphing
Male - memory manipulation

[the timey thing]

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I have Feral Mind and Plant Manipulation. :3
Female - Male

[Tʜᴇ Fᴀʟʟᴇɴ Aɴɢᴇʟs]

(Just figured out the problem... I had crossed out Darkness Manipulation without adding the girl first. Okay, the owner of Jacqueline, since your forum is so close to being done, I'm going to list your character up there. The history only needs to be two paragraphs. Now, that means we only need four people.

EDIT:: Remember, you can have up to three characters! )

[Lady Grifter]

“ And a hello to you too? ”


Ｎａｍｅ:: Iris Harwell
Ａｇｅ:: 19
Ｇｅｎｄｅｒ:: Female
Ｐｏｗｅｒ:: Cloaking








“ Darling, I'm your worst nightmare and your greatest fantasy. ”


Ｈｅｉｇｈｔ:: 6'1''
Ｗｅｉｇｈｔ:: 152
Ｈａｉｒ Ｃｏｌｏｒ:: Dark Burgundy
Ｅｙｅ Ｃｏｌｏｒ:: Cerulean blue with flecks of violet and silver
Ｓｋｉｎ Ｃｏｌｏｒ:: Alabaster
(Amazing if we could get some more ethnic groups in here!)
Ｔａｔｔｏｏｓ:: A trail of monarch butterflies up her side
Ｐｉｅｒｃｉｎｇｓ:: Navel; tongue
Ｓｃａｒｓ:: Only a small dash above herlip.
Ｂａｓｉｃ Ｏｖｅｒａｌｌ:: The young woman was amazonian in height, stifling most other womens' heights with six and one inches and about five miles of leg. She showed a, rather lanky but, fit body type with modest breasts and a flat stomach. Long auburn hair that resembled blood and fire in hue spilled past her thin shoulders in a straight waterfall and brilliant blue eyes glimmered with silver and lavender. Soft, clear skin was almost ghostly in complexion and gave the impression of smooth porcelain. Iris shows a preference for deep hues and gem-tones, sporting simple black jeans and a red tank-top that reached just to the end of her ribcage, inches above her navel, and a long black trench coat to cover it all. Inside the trench coat were crudely sewn straps and pouches to hold the miscellaneous in the forms of both weapons and other supplies she picked up out of habit and necessity. A thin choker of black ribbon encircled her neck displaying a small silver pendant of a spider. Her navel is pierced with a small silver hook that consisted of a small blue sapphire gem, more than likely fake given location it was acquired, on either side as it looped through the small bit of flesh at the bottom of her belly button. Along with her navel was a matching blue stud through the center of her tongue that glittered in the light when she talked depending on where she was standing. A tattoo of monarch butterflies trailed up her side, but the vibrant reds and oranges had long since faded to a sort of hue of yellow and a dark but faint pinkish color for lack of completion on coloring.








“ Me? I haven't the slightest of ideas of what you could be speaking of. ”


Ｌｉｋｅｓ::
Playing the violin
Gymnastics and tumbling
Shooting ranges
Vanilla iced-lattes
Crappy B movies
Ｄｉｓｌｉｋｅｓ::
Pity-parties
Damsels in distress
David Boreanaz
Cold Pizza
Country Music
Ｆｅａｒｓ::
Iris is absolutely terrified of drowning.
Ｓｔｒｅｎｇｔｈｓ::
Iris has moderately good aim and is a sniper by driven instinct.
Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ::
Iris is the type to follow the flow by choice and only step up when needed. This trait has often kept her alive whilst running with the neighborhood gangs to avoid getting caught in the crossfires. She tries to give people the space they need and bolts from situations involving the need to choose sides. In conversation, Iris can be dry and catty or spontaneous and pleasant. She tends to opt for a more sarcastic and almost antagonistic air to her than anything else to avoid becoming a confidante. Unlike most, she prefers to keep her nose out of business she doesn't belong in. She is impartial and open-minded to most ideas and people, but there's always that one person who drives her up the wall with annoyance. Half the time, this person doesn't even know they're doing it, but Iris will give 'em total hell. Her odd hobbies and preferences often show up in conversations and actions, as Iris is often found thirty feet up in a tree or referencing a corny movie or actor. An avid addiction to vanilla iced-lattes often comes up for things to pout about when she's in a complaining mood; and more often than not, she will call someone a "pity-party" as a mild insult. Aside from every other oddity of her, Iris is calm and collected. She likes to think of a crisis as a mere challenge in her wake, something to pass the time. With almost no regard for anyone else's precedents; crossing any and ever line she can in a fight.








“Everyone has a past that haunts them, I simply choose not to acknowledge mine.”


Ｈｉｓｔｏｒｙ::
Iris's disdain for the law followed her through childhood, as she gained fame in school for recollection of contraband objects and later with the neighborhood gangs as a charming little distraction. Growing up in hardened towns and areas, this skill came in handy through her families' poorer times. Despite growing up in poverty, Iris lived, and lives, her life like she's going to die tomorrow, draining every paycheck and dime as seen fit by the end of each day. She ran with the neighborhood gangs, appreciating the family attitude that came with it and picked up a few skills here and there from firsthand knowledge. Around the age of twelve, her family invested in gymnastics hoping to steer her out of trouble, but this skill set soon became a simple tool to enhance her overall career and hobby. It's astonishing to even herself that she'd made it quite this far in life without but one scar and a few bad memories. Reckless behavior led to multiple arrests and a familiarity with local authorities; she could name almost every office in her chapter and spoke to them as if to an old friend by the age of sixteen. Around eighteen and nineteen, Iris left her comfortable home, with a few others her age and in the same situation, to try to make something of her life.








“ "Bit of a dramatic title don't you think? ”


Ｌｏｏｋｉｎｇ Ｆｏｒ Ｉｎ Ａ Ｌｏｖｅｒ::
Ｓｅｘｕａｌｉｔｙ::
Bisexual
Ｃｕｒｒｅｎｔｌｙ Ｄａｔｉｎｇ:: None of the sort
Ｃｕｒｒｅｎｔｌｙ Ｃｒｕｓｈｉｎｇ:: None of the sort
Ｌｉｔｔｌｅ Ｔｉｋｅｓ::
"None that I know of?"
Ｅａｔｉｎｇ Ｆｏｒ Ｔｗｏ::
No
Ｍａｒｒｉｅｄ:: Absolutely not!








“If every time I turn my back to have a smoke or tie my boots I come back having to rescue you, you're *ss isn't worth saving. ”


Ｈｏｍｅｍａｄｅ:: (I don't know if it's allowed, but it'd be because of her history) Stolen Glock 22 (It's a type of handgun that fires about twenty two rounds (Range is about fifty feet at best)
Ｆｏｕｎｄ:: Lighter, sharpened shard of glass








“I, Princess of the Dead, 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::

Red Dress ~ The Brehms

(For those who detest this genre: A fill-in song)

Shot in the Dark ~ Within Temptation

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{ : I finisheddd myyy forumm !!! : }

[Lady Grifter]

(Same! ^.^ Thought mine was done last night but apparently left out a spell or two.)