Tomberton // Teens with powers // Semi Lit

[Veja]

Bayside was awake, hurrying around the huge dining room, setting up the table for breakfast. She had slept on the davenport in the living room, seeing as her bedroom was occupied by her cousins. With a short, inaudible sigh, she finished up frying the eggs and bacon and pressing batter into waffles. Light filtered in through the windows as she worked. Opening the refridgerator, she rummaged for the orange juice, and when she found it she cheered silently to herself and poured four cups. Dave and Sherry, her foster parents, came down the stairs miuntes later, her two "cousins" Sarah and Chelsea trailed after. She set the plates on the table and looked at her foster father hopefully. He nodded as they sat down. Bay smiled and ran out the door.
When she reached town she slowed to a walk as she came up to the general store. She picked up her usual small bag of seeds, and piad the store clerk. She made her way to the forest on the outskirts of town to visit the animals.

(Sorry that took so long.)

[rothbart.]

Opal pawed through the drawers of her dresser, searching out clothes to wear for the day. She decided on a tried and true outfit, a deep purple long sleeved t and a pair of light, loose jeans. After dressing herself, the blonde dragged herself to the bathroom, still not totally awake, to tend to her teeth and hair.

Morning things were finished quickly, aside from the one most vital to Opal's survival: coffee. The pot sat half full in its place on the coffee maker, a sign that her father had already left for work. It was still warm, however, so all it needed was to be poured, as she drank it black. Caffeine in her system, she pushed open the back door of the house, stepping into the healthy green lawn and then the greenhouse her father had built as her present for her 16th birthday. He'd told her he intended to buy her a car, but she had refused, arguing that she could walk everywhere she needed to go and that cars hurt the environment. The air inside was warm and damp, and it smelled like any flower you could imagine. With the town's constant chilly climate, it was the only place Opal could grow the flowers inside. She hoped to one day start a business selling flowers, or arranging them for events like weddings. It'd be better than the job she currently held at the bakery. Flowers made her truly, genuinely happy.

[{belle}]

Can I join?

[rothbart.]

{{ Sure! c: }}

[{belle}]

" I t ' s J U S T the W A Y I am."

. jay homer dexx . eighteen . male . january first .
Jay Homer Dexx was born on August fifth in the Southern parts of Texas. Corpus Christi, to be exact. He got his first name from his mother, who's uncle was named James. They decided to "modernise" the name so he ended up with Jay. his middle name? His dad is a Sherlock fan, and it sound cool, if be does says o himself. It's been eighteen years since the world has revived the best little dude ever born, and wild years at that.Jay became infamous for sneaking into the R rated movie just to see true action adventure. When he was little you would hardly ever see his with a book, but when you did it was either a gun manual, or a book telling how to protect yourself with martial arts. After a while his parents did get him lessons, so, don't get on this guys bad side. In a while though, he got bored of the kicks and swings of his regular Wednesday evening activities and stopped. One of his friends recommended Parkour, so he started that. People say that what he watched as a kid he now lived. Jay has never broken a law, though. Not now, not ever. The closest he has ever gotten to breaking the law was climbing on the forbidden rocks behind their campsite one year. Ooh, ya, the police are still hunting him! Not. -.-. Really. They're just rocks. And you expect people to not climb on their campsite? Next itll be a drive through canyon. Woop woop.


"Live WITH it"

. brown . green . tan . muscular .
Jay loves to brag about being ripped, but all justice done, all he can brag is some biceps and a six-pack. Don't get me wrong, they are pretty impressive, but he can't show them off as well as many can. A well developed tan covers his whole body, because he owns a pool, he does not bother with "covering up", thus every five feet eight inches of him has a tan that shows how much time he spends outdoors. As for his weight, he finds it unimportant. Why know your exact weight when you know you are healthy? He keeps up a healthy diet of meat, fruits, vegetables, and chocolate. Overall we shall tell you Jay's exact weight, it happens to be one hundred and twenty two pounds. Now for something that you can see for yourself more plainly: Jay's hair. A great pride and joy of his, it is a dark chestnut color, but in the light it appears more of a "bay", or light brown. His signature hairdo is a sweep at the front of his head (refer to pictures) that he likes to call "The Swoop". Cheesy, but it gets the ladies, which is all we wanted, right? His eyes are a deep green that could be labelled as "lake", if you want to do that, but in the light you can see that near the center, next to the pupil it fades to light brown, then at the last moment an electric gold wire-like line zig-zags around the jet black pupil. Only people very close to his face can see all that detail, though. I'm guessing that would only be his mother, father, siblings and people that have been involved with him "closely" before this point in time. Ah yes. His parents. Both of them had dark hair as well, and dark green eyes. Some people call him "his fathers clone".


"Cuz I'm NOT changin'"

. single . looking . one ex . loving .
Jay has only ever had one girlfriend in his life before, a sweet girl named Key, who was so simple, only smiled when he did and only laughed once in his presence. It was when he had been talking about his dog Scooter. She had looked up at him with such innocence in her eyes, and for the first time in her quiet, small voice, she had told him that she loved him. Nothing extremely lovey-dovey really happened between them, just as well I suppose, because once the football Captain saw how happy and innocent they were, he swept her away "to show her life". The next time he saw her she was wearing makeup and revealing clothes, so that he hardly recognized her. When he went over to say hi, she drifted into a cloud of populars. She broke his heart, and he hasn't been with anyone since. Now he says he is ready to continue with his love life, and is on the move looking for a beautiful, non scene/emo girl to laugh with, hold, and love. She would need to be loving and lovable, not in any sense fake, and not too self-conscious. He wants one with a sense of how to "perk one up" and style. Innocence makes the list as well. She must be pure. People say that a girl with his heart has the world. Maybe it's true, he loves to travel, but he loves those close to him more. Whoever ends up with this man is sure to travel, so add to the list "gut strong, intelligent and a little daring" If you haven't noticed yet, Jay is straighter than this line:
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So in all, once you win his heart, he wont let you go just like that. He is anything but a player, and is careful who he choses.


"N O T 'till I die."

. private . history .
Jay is very private about his history. He doesn't tell anyone because he is ashamed, and says that "It is better to enshure the futcher then live in the past." In other words, he wants to stop regretting what is already done and can't be undone, but he wants to help make the futcher a better place; not only for himself but for the next generation. You getting the idea? Alright, I'll tell you a little. But you can't tell anyone, he is extremely private about this.
He was born on January 1st, in the brand new year. If you do that math you can tell which one that was. He was on the outskirts of town then, but when he turned eighteen he got his own flat nearer the center. He doesn't plan on leaving, because of his power. he can make things. plants metal wood chips, whatever. if he can touch it he can make something out of it. Also he has photographic memory. He learned to walk early on, and speak soon after that. He has ridden some way or another on a skateboard since his first one; this much he will tell anyone. He was supposed to have a skateboard sinse he was three. Although he will never confirm this tale, he never has stopped it circulating. He has been with animals an awful lot, and claims that he used to have a dog. His tale seems true enough, otherwise meaning, there is no evidence to say otherwise. Jay claims that he has been through heartbreak only once, and that he would have never let her go... that he didn't know what he did wrong.
Anyway, he never really has told anyone about his history, what he did, but seems to know how to do things. Whether it be bating a hook or driving a stick shift. People like to trust this guys because he doesn't let them down. Well, that seems like it for mister Jay Homer Dexx, I'm sure that he will kill me for telling you all this, but at least I can die knowing I left it with a complete stranger. Thank you, goodbye.

form © me character © me pictures © rightful owners

[rothbart.]

{{ Accepted! c: He looks awesome! }}

[bast,]

--{ Joining with a male. I've had it open for about a half hour now, while I looked for pictures. I just thought I'd let you know. <3

[{belle}]

[ oh. my. gosh. just wrote a really long intro and then my computer crashed. sorry but you will have to wait a little more for my post. ]

[rothbart.]

{{ @Starry - Awesome, can't wait!

@lulu; - That sucks! oAo But take your time, s'all good. }}

[bast,]

Full Name; Christopher Evan VannRogue
Nickname; Chris, etc.
Gender; Male
Age; 18
Birthday; May 13, 1994
Sexuality; Straight, secretly verging on bi
Family; Mom[52]; Dad[54-dead]; Maureen[16-sister]

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Height; 5' 11"
Weight; 155lbs
Ethnicity; Caucasian
Hair; Messy brown hair; occasionally gelled up in front
Eyes; Greyish brown; happy; long eyelashes
Body Mods; None

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Resident or newcomer?; Half and half
Personality; Talkative;;
Chris can blabber on for hours, switching from topic to topic, when he's with somebody he feels comfortable with. Around those who he doesn't know well, he can still talk, but not as freely. He does stop to listen to his partners responses however. If Chris has to talk to somebody he doesn't like, he can still blabber, but it's not as happy and free feeling. He speaks clearly and crisp, as if he were in trouble with somebody of high authority. Many times however, if he doesn't like you, he feels that you are below him.

Mental;;
Chris is very good at guessing games, and reading other people. It's very hard to get bottled up emotions past him. Most of the time, Chris can simply look deep into your eyes, and find a flicker of something. Sadness, fear, maybe even anger. If eyes don't work, Chris can also tell somethings wrong by looking at somebody's body language. Are their legs crossed tightly, arms crossed for closure, are they fidgeting with their clothes or hair? Christopher can scan a whole person, observing every detail. For this, he is good at detecting liars and cheats. He can also tell what somebody's thinking through their body or eyes. He has always been good at the "what am I thinking of" game everybody would play in primary school.

Adaptable;;
Christopher is very good at going with the flow of things. When he had to move from England, it didn't take long for him to get used to the swing of things, even if he didn't like it. He adapts to the moods of people around him, and is friends with everybody he can be. He is also not easily offended, and will just brush it off if you insult him. In some cases, Chris actually likes change. He likes the challenge of getting used to a new routine, as long as it's not that big of a change.

Changeable;;
Chris is an easily swayed person. He usually finds this a bad thing, unless a person is convincing him to not do something he would regret later. It's very easy to get into Christopher's head and mess with him, turning him into something he's not for a while. Eventually however, he realizes what happened and reverts back to normal. Many people use this trait to their advantage, convincing him to do things they want him to. Sometimes he's able to tune out their persuasive voices, but occasionally they really get to him, and he follows them into whatever horrible mischief they have planed out.

Responsive;;
It is very hard to Christopher to go into a depressive or unresponsive state. He is very aware of what is going on around him, and always has a plan. When you talk to Chris, it is absolutely impossible for him to ignore you, no matter how hard he tries. Whenever he is in trouble, he always finds a way to get out of it, and always helps the people who got him into the mess, even if he is angry with them. Chris is a very quick thinker, when it comes to athletics and mathematics. Throw him a ball, and even if he's facing another direction he'll be able to twist and catch it easily. Calculating in his head is easy for him, although he doesn't like math as much as he does english.

Sociable;;
Chris is a very social person. He is friends with almost everybody, and if your not his friend, he probably hates you. It's very hard to get him to hate you however. You have to do some absolutely unforgivable, or else you're back to being friends within at most a week. He goes to many parties and social gatherings -though never does any drinking- and usually knows most of the people there. Sometimes, others are scared about how many people he knows. Chris can also be the life of the party. He loves to throw jokes around, and make everybody have a good time.

In the clouds;;
When Chris is imagining, nothing can stop him. This man has the creativity of a Unicorn. He loves transferring this imagination to paper, and loves to draw. Bright colors are kind of Christopher's thing, unlike most might think. Chris can also sometimes be out of whats going on, even though he does. When he's in a up in the sky state, it's hard to get a clear answer from Chris, though he will still answer you.

Kind;;
Chris is a very giving and kind person. He loves helping others, and always tries to do his best whenever he can. He especially loves animals, and in return animals have the natural instinct to trust him. It's always been like that. At the age of 5, he was in the garden with his mother when a raccoon just walked up to them, and rubbed itself against Christophers's leg. His mother screamed and dragged him inside, but the raccoon got inside the garage of the old Victorian house. Chris always tends to whoever he can when they aren't feeling good, or are having a rough day. He is a great person to let your feeling out to, and holds secrets with his life.

Over thinker;;
Chris often times will take a subtle sign and take it another way, or if he doesn't know what it meant, try and think of what could be happening until he figures out. He is very persistent when trying to find something out, and hates when people aren't straight forward, unless they are making him guess whats up.
Likes; Chocolate, Wine, Disney, Cuddling, Laughter, Photography, Animals, Food, Winter, Snow, Christmas, Post-it notes, Lips, Forests, Strawberries, Hot Chocolate, Cats, English, Candles, Video Games, PJ's, Television, Stars, Doctor Who, Sherlock, Weddings, Old Couples
Fears; Water
Power: Can make others faintly hear noises in their head
Hobbies; Violin; Piano; Writing; Reading; Nursing baby animals; Running; Photography; Cooking
Turn-ons; Tall[er]; Long hair; Brunette; Glasses; Raggedy[doesn't give a damn about appearances]; Sweatpants; Shy; Goofy; Cuddle lover
History: Chris was born on May 13th at 6:53 in the morning, in London, England. He actually didn't live in London, but his parents were sightseeing when his mother went into labor. She spent a day and a half in the hospital, 7 hours in which she was actually giving birth. Chris was a very stubborn baby, and didn't want to be taken away from his mother. He cried like no other when he was born, and had a full set of blonde hair. By the time he was two however, it was chestnut brown. He lived in a large Victorian house in the country, about an hours drive from London. His mother loved the forest, and it was a good thing too. His family's house was about a 15 minute drive from any other civilization. Christopher had to be driven into Primary school each day, as the bus couldn't go out of it's way that far. Chris enjoyed living out alone however, and was very active. Whether it was climbing trees, biking, or running away from the "monsters" in the forest. During the winter, Chris would cross country ski, or sled. He loved building snow men. When Christopher was 8 years old, his father died when the bank he worked in was robbed, and he was shot. Chris and his mother mourned for weeks, but finally decided it would be a good idea to move. Everything in the house reminded his mother of his dad, and she had to get away. A month later, Chris was on the flight to New York City. They moved into a modern home, which Christopher didn't like as much as the cozy Victorian home in England, but his mother convinced him otherwise. Eventually, although it took two months, Chris got used to the large windows and modern appliances.

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Crush: None
Relationship status: Single