►ʟᴏɴᴅᴏɴ ʙʀɪᴅɢᴇ ɪs ғᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ...◀ { Semi Lit }

[Tʜᴇ Fᴀʟʟᴇɴ Aɴɢᴇʟs]

{Okay. Hopefully, we will start tonight. I'll just make the last male to make things move as quickly as possible. I'll have my starting post up soon, since the actual forum will take some time and is currently a WIP. We will be starting just after where the front page ends. You all just woke up and saw the hologram. }

[the timey thing]

{ I was making the last male now since we came home from 'Bama early. ^^; }

[Tʜᴇ Fᴀʟʟᴇɴ Aɴɢᴇʟs]

{ If you would like to, I have only just started his forum -meaning only a picture- if you want to make him you can.}

[the timey thing]

{ I've gotten to his basic overall description so it will be done soon. ^u^ }

[Tʜᴇ Fᴀʟʟᴇɴ Aɴɢᴇʟs]

{Go ahead! XD I only got to his picture! }

[Tʜᴇ Fᴀʟʟᴇɴ Aɴɢᴇʟs]

Ｍｉｋａｉｌ Ｊｏｈｎｓｏｎ

{ ᴍɪᴋᴀ } { ғᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ } { sɪʀᴇɴ sᴏɴɢ }

Mikail stared at where the hologram had been, heart pounding in her chest as she seemed to be staring off into the distance. Powers? What kind of powers? She turned and looked at the others. She didn't know them at all. In fact, none of them even looked slightly familiar. Terror built in her throat. She didn't feel any different. Not stronger, faster, or like she could do anything spectacular... Not like you hear in the comic books that have their superheros realize how strong they are. She still felt physically frail. Her brown hair blew across her face, a few strands tickling her pale white face as she realized the door to the place was slightly open. Though, maybe it would be best to know these people first.

After a moment of silence on her part, she turned to face them and smiled a bit. Wait, if they had been asleep for a good amount of years, then... would there be alcohol? Well, that was one way to fix an addiction. Shaking the thought off, she looked back at the people and went to go see if everyone was okay, having felt so ill from waking up that she almost hurled. She was just lucky she had a strong stomach from years of drinking. She looked at the other people, biting her inner cheek nervously.

Ｊａｃｏｂ Ｔｈｏｍａｓ

{ ᴊᴀᴋᴇ } { ᴍᴀʟᴇ } { ғᴇᴀʀ ᴍᴀɴɪᴘᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ }

Jacob sat on the edge of the pod like thing... He rubbed his face as he tried to figure out what was going on. None of that made sense! How was he supposed to believe this? His stomach churned and groaned in hunger. He squeezed his eyes shut and then jumped back as a dark image jumped across his vision. What the hell was that?! He looked around, but it seemed like no one had seen it but him. How had he even seen it? His eyes had been closed! He bit his lip and stood, scanning the area and then putting his hands in the pockets of his jeans. Wait. He was wearing jeans. The same outfit he wore on his nineteenth birthday! His eyes widened in surprise. How long had he been here?

He stood and then began to walk around, his legs feeling a little weak. He saw a girl with brown hair, pale skin, and blue eyes go to see the other pods and the people coming out of them, but he furrowed his eyebrows a bit. Powers? Like what? Didn't seem like he had heat vision or anything. He felt a little odd though, maybe he could find something to use it on... The best thing would be something insignificant... Not human. He drew his tongue along his bottom lip as he thought, trying to decide how things would work...

Oh no. His brain came back to him and he remembered he had schizophrenia. Why would they pick a schizophrenic for something like this? He had trouble telling the difference between the voices in his head and the voices coming from people around. He wasn't categorized under the normal three groups. He has a mix of them. He had trouble explaining, he often ended up talking to the air because he couldn't figure out if it was real or not, he got in a lot of arguments, he was also a bit paranoid about people he cared about being hurt. The medications helped. He couldn't take them now because he didn't have them!

As he felt around his pockets he felt his pill bottle. He pulled it out and frowned. Empty. He had been going to get it refiled when he had been taken.

{ Everyone who has their character done may post. Two paragraphs at least, for each character. Have fun! }

[the timey thing]

“ When life throws you lemons, throw them back and scream 'I wanted oranges, dingbat!'. ”


Ｎａｍｅ:: "My name is Maxual Blake Iro."
Ａｇｅ:: "I'm a nineteen year old, why?"
Ｇｅｎｄｅｒ:: "Male? Female? Which do you think?" /Male
Ｐｏｗｅｒ:: Smoke Manipulation








“ A heart can stop, but never could it break. ”


Ｈｅｉｇｈｔ:: 5'11"
Ｗｅｉｇｈｔ:: 125 Pounds
Ｈａｉｒ Ｃｏｌｏｒ:: "I dyed it blue, why?"
Ｅｙｅ Ｃｏｌｏｒ:: "They're orange."
Ｓｋｉｎ Ｃｏｌｏｒ:: Tan; Acadian { Canadian French }
Ｔａｔｔｏｏｓ:: He has a bat wing on his left shoulder and on his ankle is the name 'Annabel Iro', his mother's name.
Ｐｉｅｒｃｉｎｇｓ:: He has black gauges and a lime green lip piercing.
Ｓｃａｒｓ:: He has plenty on his legs from the pit-bulls he raised, but a large bite mark is where he got his bat-wing, since the pit-bull's name was Bat.
Ｂａｓｉｃ Ｏｖｅｒａｌｌ:: Maxual isn't your perfect boy, but he isn't ugly either. He is relatively pretty chill with his looks, but likes to put those weird things like tattoos, piercing, and things such as that just so he stands out from the crowd. He hates having to deal with looking the same style, so he does his own thing quite often.
The boy stands five foot eleven feet tall, but he likes to say his is 'six foot'. Not there yet, though. He has one more growth ahead of him that will shoot him to six foot one though. He isn't short, yet he isn't really tall either. He is also tan, getting slightly pale from how long he was out and away from the sun.
Max has pretty short hair, it a bit longer then most boys would like it. Naturally it would be black, but he dyed it blue with orange highlights. He wasn't one to keep his hair-color natural, so he dyed it. His eyes, naturally, are orange. It was pretty strange, but his great grandmother had orange eyes, but no one knew that.
He has two tattoos, one on his shoulder. It is the shape of a bat wing, one to remind him of a story about his Pit Bat. The other is on his left ankle, it being his mother's name; Annabel Iro. Max also has piercings. In his ears are gauges, and his lip is pierced with a lime-green, circle piercing.
Lastly, he has scars. Many of them cover his legs and arms, ever chest from all of the pit-bulls he raised as a kid. Though, one stands out entirely. It is a large bite mark, it right under his tattoo of a Bat wing. The story was of his dog, Bat, attacking his arm when he went to feed it. Although the dog put him in quite a lot of pain, he appreciated him greatly.








“ Life is like a never-ending maze, but that makes it fun! ”


Ｌｉｋｅｓ:: ♪ Dogs
♪ Being in a place quiet, but with other people.
♪ Being alone and listening to music.
♪ Sweets
♪ Messing with other; Joking around or being playful.
♪ Reptiles, mainly Bearded Dragons and Skinks.
Ｄｉｓｌｉｋｅｓ:: ♪ Cats
♪ Any kind of fish, he wont even own them.
♪ Hot things, he wont even eat slightly hot things.
♪ Fire since he was close to being burnt once or twice.
Ｆｅａｒｓ:: ♫ Burning to death
Ｓｔｒｅｎｇｔｈｓ:: ♪ He is pretty good at planning, so he would be great to be your team planner or something along those lines.
Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ:: Max isn't the sweetest thing, nor is he the devil. You could say he is pretty chill, but plenty of people know him for his sudden out-bursts of energy and sometimes, him being a bully. It is rare, but he can act like a Jock when he wants to.
Most of the time, the young, nine-teen-year-old boy is pretty kind. He likes to help out with jobs and do planning on things like new games, electronics, engineering, and things such as that. It's pretty fun to him and it keeps him happy. Quite often you can see him helping a friend out.
Though, not always is he nice. Sometimes he can be a jerk, jock-like kid. Though, doesn't everyone act like that every once in awhile? One time he was caught beating a kid, for the wrong reason though. He can be dangerous when he wants to.
A lot of times he can be pretty chill, but when facing the larger situation, he goes a little hay-wire. He freaks out at times like that and it isn't something he likes to do often.
Angel and a Devil mixed. What a perfect combo for the kid.








“ He huffed and he puffed, just to blow that stupid straw house down! Come on, you're stronger then that, wolf! ”


Ｈｉｓｔｏｒｙ:: Life was rather good for him, he growing up raising one of the most feared dogs; A pit-bull. Although he really liked them, a lot of people blamed his dogs for things that happened to theirs when they where chained up and not allowed anywhere. It made him quite mad.
When he was about seven he started caring for them for real. He helped them give birth, bred them, and things such as that. One of his favorites was a Dalmatian, Pit-bull mix. It had dark brown eyes, it fully white with a few black spots on it.
At the age of ten, he got his first real big scar. It was by a pretty large Dog, eighty pounds of muscle to be exact. The name of this dog was Bat. He was a full-bred, roughed up brown pit-bull. It was a beautiful thing, but was feared and blamed a lot. The morning he went to feed it, he was clawed and bit, taken to the hospital for it too. It was the last time he saw the dog; They gave him to the pound because they couldn't deal with that.
He was home-schooled his entire life, so he never really had any friends except his dogs. Cats where always scared off and he hated them for their weakness. He kept one Bearded-Dragon by the age of sixteen, and two Skinks only a year later. It made him fond of Reptiles.
When he was taken, it was when he was going out to feed his dogs. It was the last day he saw any of them and because of this, he hopes to never know another dog and get attached, person going with that matter.








“ Can't beat them, run away or trick 'em. ”


Ｌｏｏｋｉｎｇ Ｆｏｒ Ｉｎ Ａ Ｌｏｖｅｒ:: He isn't looking for one. If he was, though, he would look for someone who could deal with his bullsh*t. Someone to 'calm him down' and love him for him.
Ｓｅｘｕａｌｉｔｙ:: Straight
Ｃｕｒｒｅｎｔｌｙ Ｄａｔｉｎｇ:: No one
Ｃｕｒｒｅｎｔｌｙ Ｃｒｕｓｈｉｎｇ:: No one
Ｌｉｔｔｌｅ Ｔｉｋｅｓ:: No..
Ｅａｔｉｎｇ Ｆｏｒ Ｔｗｏ:: Nada
Ｍａｒｒｉｅｄ:: Not ever, probably.








“Pit-bulls don't harm yuo, they just feel neglected. ”


Ｈｏｍｅｍａｄｅ:: A picture of Bat and a few bigger rocks.
Ｆｏｕｎｄ:: A silver pole and an empty gun.








“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:: Bottle and a Gun ; Hollywood Undead

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[Evolve]

(I work, so I'll start tomorrow!)

[the timey thing]

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Rebecca D. Sanders

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

{ Female, Single, Feral Mind }

---When the light click signaled the end of the small hologram, a young girl couldn't help but gulp. Did she really just hear that? Maybe she was still asleep and dreaming. After a moment of just staring off, she brought a hand up, shut her eyes, and pinched herself. She yelped slightly, looking down. That would leave some kind of mark later. Sighing deeply, she shifted to sit on the pod-like bed in her room. Why was this happening to her? She had a pretty good life without all this hell breaking loose. Shaking her head, she refused to believe it.

---After she couldn't wake herself up, she sighed and shook her head. It had to of been real with all these bruises. Taking a deep breath, she moved off of it, steadying herself before feeling around her pockets for anything. She was pretty good at hiding things in her various pockets in her jacket, pants, and sometime hiding things in her shoe. In one of her jacket pockets, she found a half-full bottle of vodka. Suddenly her mouth started to water, she opening it up and drinking a few large gulps. That made her lips and tongue feel much, much better. Even further inspection revealed some cigarettes and a lighter.

---With not much hesitation, she grabbed the carton and popped it open, four cigars left. Huffing, she quickly brought one to her lips and lit it, watching as it started to burn. She set it in her pocket, taking hold of her cigarette and pulling it out, blowing the smoke into the air. To her, you where never too young to have a good thing of beer or vodka and have some cigarettes. It was pretty rare she wasn't found doing so.

---She stuck it back through her lips, keeping it there as she looked around to observe her surroundings. A lot of things where there; Wires, torn up concrete, and it looked terrible in all truth. If you asked her to describe it, she would say 'A place that ya go 'at has been blown to pieces by a grenade or two and torn apart by a beast'. She had a funny way of speaking, southern to an extent.

---With further observations, she ended up seeing a large hammer. It didn't look too bad, so she decided it would be good to take hold of it and possibly use it to do things. She pulled her cigar out, tapping the end of it as the ashes flew down to the ground fast, yet some slow. Putting it back in her mouth, she leaned over and took hold of the wooden handle, pulling it off the ground. It was heavy, yet it wasn't. giving a faint sigh, she looked around again, hoping to find a better weapon then she had.

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Benjamin J. Yannick

Dead or alive, I will leave my mark on this world.

{ Male, Single, Plant Manipulation. }

---As the strange looking man of the hologram clicked off, something made goosebumps appear on a boy's skin. Though, they where quickly gone as he pushed down off of the weird thing that seemed like a pod and onto the floor. It was cold against him, but he ignored it and put his head in his hands, closing his eyes for a moment.

---They shot open, bright, icy blue eyes being revealed into the darker room. They would of appeared glowing if you didn't know exactly what they where. All the dust was starting to make him cough, it a harsh cough that would bring the mucus up like that. Gulping slightly, he got up and remembered something; He was allergic to dust. That mad him cover his mouth and nose with both hands, this being the worst place he could possibly be right now.

---After standing their covering the ways he could get sick, he started to look around. It would be best to find something or see if he had something to use as a weapon. Moving a hand down, he reaching into his pocket, pulling out a pocket knife; That would come in handy. With further inspection of his few pockets he found a grenade. This would be really useful in a big case.

---After he had unfilled the garbage from his pockets and put up his few weapons, he started to look around. A faint smile fell onto his face when he noticed a garbage can lid; It would make a pretty good shield. Jamming it out of the hole it was in, he smiled even wider at his success. He kept his mouth and nose covered, breathing into the sleeve of his hood's sleeve.

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Maxual B. Iro

A heart can stop, but never could it break.

{ Male, Single, Smoke Manipulation. }

---When the hologram was gone, a blue-haired boy paced around, a bit confused. He was never one to completely understand everything, but he took every moment he could thinking about it. It wasn't too long before he gave up, rather angry at the fact he couldn't come up with any ideas on how to get out of this situation.

---Huffing silently, he checked his pockets almost right then. He hated to have things in his clothes he didn't know about. When he pulled out a picture of his dog, Bat, a memory came rushing to him. His dog was a pit, the one who had attacked him. Never did he blame the dog, but always himself. Shaking his head, he tried to shake off the feeling before putting it back.

---Everything else where just rocks, they being to his collection. Some of them had 'crystals' on them, but he was never really sure what they where. A lot where painted, only a few the dull gray and only gray. The boy shifted, looking for something that would serve as protection in the room.

---After a short look, he found a metal pole that he took from the massive pile of wires, it sticking out. Another thing he found was an empty gun, he sticking it in his pocket and letting the handle stick out. He shrugged slightly, crossing his arms and looking around the room to find anything else useful he might be able to use.

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Alright, I'll fix it in a moment. :3
Also, StrobeEffect and sugarstrings will not be able to reply until Thursday since they are in Arizona.~