plɹoʍ lnɟɹǝpuoʍ ɐ ʇɐɥʍ

[coriander.]

I

see

trees

of

green

red



roses



too

i see them bloom, for me and you and i think to myself

plɹoʍ lnɟɹǝpuoʍ ɐ ʇɐɥʍ

[coriander.]

I
see

skies

of
blue,

And
clouds

of
white.

The

bright

blessed
day,

The

dark

sacred
night.

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They warned us all about the consequences of a third World War. Yet, we did not listen. It is 2019, only six months since the beginning of the war.

It was swift.

Russia was the first to go. It is unknown who launched the nuclear attack, but the consequences were all that mattered; death, destruction, and fallout. People began to fight with their neighbors, to lose trust in everyone they once loved, and the entire world began to fall apart. Immediately, other countries jumped to establish partnerships with each other to avoid a second occurrence of what was becoming known as "The Russian Incident". Countries began to decide what they were going to do about the impending war, and that was the precise moment when people decided where they wanted to go from there. Many people got on a plane and flew to a country whose standing they better agreed with.

That is, until planes began to fall from the sky. No one knows who was shooting them down, but airports were immediately shut down. Families were separated, lovers would never get to see each other again--for what happened next shook the world more than The Russian Incident.

North Korea finally launched that missile.

Striking the center of the United States of America, the consequences were dire. Millions upon millions were incinerated in moments. More were killed in the hour following. The impending fallout was far bigger than anyone could have predicted--not only did it poison the entire United States, but it continued through the air into the oceans and nearby countries. The effects were gruesome. Many people just got horribly sick and survived, at most, a week before succumbing. Others were not so lucky.

With only about ten million people still alive and the total dropping quickly, many people fled to safety underground, where the poisonous air could not hurt them. The people that couldn't make it right away noted that the nuke had strange effects on them.

Those left above ground for prolonged periods of time realized that their exposure resulted in them acquiring strange disorders, eerie strengths and seemingly impossible abilities. Psychosis spread rapidly, people losing their sanity left and right. Some people found themselves able to lift a truck with one hand, but unable to think straight. And others, oddly enough, found themselves with inhuman abilities... but hardly any strength left in their bodies.

The people immediately turned to fighting each other for survival and struggling to find safety. Many of those that fled underground were killed by people that once loved them purely for the fact they were no longer quite as human.

The people left up top were mutants. They were monsters. Or so it is said.

Decide for yourself.

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i see them bloom, for me and you and i think to myself

plɹoʍ lnɟɹǝpuoʍ ɐ ʇɐɥʍ

[coriander.]

The colors
of the
rainbow,
So pretty
in the
sky.
Are also
on the
faces,
Of
people
going
by,

I
see
friends
shaking
hands.
Saying,
"How
do
you
do?"
They're
really
saying,

The Underground is a rather large underground bunker that connects to the subway system in New York. It was built in the early 50's to survive almost any nuclear blast. Knowledge of its existence was passed down through a family that resided in New York--the Cavanaughs. Once they heard about the impending war, they quickly fixed the place up. The entire family, cousins and all, was invited to take refuge there. The missile strike ruined the plans, however, and the family was separated. Only the mother, the father and the eldest son made it into the Underground.

The father was completely compelled to stay isolated down there, but the eldest son and the mother knew that they had to find the rest of their immediate family. The mother and the son left during the night, only to discover that the rest of the family had been lost to the blast. The two returned, but the mother soon fell ill from the exposure to radiation and died within hours. Crushed, the father and son duo made a decision; they would open the doors of The Underground to families in need of refuge.

The population swiftly grew as people stumbled upon the existence of the safe haven. Many fell ill and died within days of their arrival, and those that remained were discovered to have strange abilities and qualities. The father was killed one day when a new arrival had a sudden outburst of rage--and the son was left as the last standing heir of the Cavanaugh family. Immediately, all people considered to be inhuman were denied entry to the safe haven due to the way his father had been killed. He assumed his position, realizing one very important thing; the people left wanted to find their remaining family and friends just as badly as he had. So he set up the Council and created a List. The List was comprised of names of people that were MIA and where they were last known to be. The Council was made up of the people that the young Cavanaugh had come to trust. Every week they sent a team out to find several people that were randomly selected from the list.

But the team kept returning sick and dying soon after.

That was when the leader realized something very important.

Not everyone could safely go to the surface. Some people's bodies could not handle the radiation. He began to put people through tests to find their eligibility for Surfacing. No regular people were eligible, so he tested a few unlikely subjects. It was quickly realized that only people with the strongest of abilities could Surface, but they were too physically weak to defend themselves from the dangerous people from above. So people without abilities had to be added to the group, people with strength that could survive the radiation. Once discovered, these people were assembled into what is recognized as the Surface Team.

Every week, the Council picks people from the List for the Surface Team to attempt to rescue.

The task? Return with the people, alive and well.

But it's really not that easy.

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life in The Underground

The Underground is a cold and dreary place with room for nearly 150 people to spaciously live in, with a capacity of about 300.

Upon arrival, people are taken to the infirmary and looked over to see if they are sick. If they survive, they are given rooms and assigned duties. Every person plays their part.

The Council is highly respected, but they are just normal people. A huge part of the Underground is equality. No one is more special than anyone else--except the Team, which is practically worshiped.

The Underground does not accept any people with potentially dangerous abilities; with the exception of the people on the Team. People with physical and mental conditions are allowed, however, seeing as nearly everyone is sick in some way.

Food is meager, but enough to keep people from starving. There originally was no water, but a member of the Team possesses elemental abilities and managed to provide the Underground with safe drinking water.

The Infirmary is a frightening place and children are often warned not to go anywhere near it. Many arrivals at the Underground never get well enough to leave, so there are a lot of twisted souls inside. People are almost always falling ill, so the Infirmary is always busy and always full.

Everyone does their share at the Underground, and compared to the Surface, it is a lovely place to live.

[coriander.]

The Surface Team members are like the superheroes of the Underground.
The inhabitants both look up to them and fear them, for
they are the most dangerous people in the bunker.
The only ones possessing inhuman abilities, it is right for them
to feel that way.
There are four people with extremely strong abilities in the Team.
Because of how mentally draining these abilities are,
these people's bodies are always too exhausted to fight physically.
For their own protection, two people were
located to go with them and fight hand-to-hand if
needed. Both of these people have incredibly horrible mental disorders
caused by the radiation. Their minds are weakened, but their bodies are stronger than normal.

Female with powers 1:
- gwen romero - 19
- elemental kinesis
- very unstable,
blackouts and nosebleeds common
- ᴄᴏʀɪᴀɴᴅᴇʀ.
Female with powers 2:
- avari woods- 19
- strong mental abilites [pm me]
- inability to shut them off,
extremely weak body
- .infinite.
Female with strength:
- amy durr - 20
- Schizophrenic
- Constantly seeing and hearing things
that are not there.
Paranoid.
- BavarianSoul

Male with powers 1:
- aj lockhart
- healer
- takes injuries onto himself,
spends a lot of time in the infirmary
- Rose ;
Male with powers 2:
- aedan o'clearie - 20
- manipulation;;
- cannot trust anyone,
prone to violence
- lean.
Male with strength:
- lycan ackwood - 21
- Multiple Personality Disorder
- calm side, tough side and a
psychotic side, prone to outbursts
- ᴄᴏʀɪᴀɴᴅᴇʀ.

[coriander.]

I
hear babies
cry,
I
watch them
grow,
They'll
learn much
more,

Than
I'll ever
know.
And I
think
to myself,
What
a
wonderful world.

SPECIFICS

Make sure
your character's history and personality
go along with someone who ended up in an underground bunker.
If it doesn't match, I'll be very irritated. All of the
characters are about twenty, give or take a few years.

L I T E R A C Y

Please. At least a decent paragraph.
I'll probably do at least three paragraphs if someone provides me with good
responses.
I'd love for this to be leaning more towards literate than semi-lit, if possible.
I understand that there's a thing called muse and sometimes it just scampers off.
But seriously. Try, for me?

F R E Q U E N C Y

If completely possible, several posts a day would be lovely.
It's very fast paced and if it's not accomplished quickly, this RP will go nowhere.

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R E S E R V A T I O N S

PM me please, don't just post here.
And no OOC talk until all forms are posted.
I will only edit in your reservation if you have messaged me,
saying what you want, and then posted a reserve. PM meeee.

SIGNATURES

Remove them from your posts, please.
This helps loading time and also makes the entire thread neater.

Q U E S T I O N S

This RP is pretty chaotic.
If there's ANYTHING you want to know, anything you want to do--
contact me and/or the person involved.
I will definitely be contacting you often, especially in the beginning,
to ask if you'd be willing to do something with me. :)
Let's make the best of this.

[coriander.]

CHECK HERE OFTEN.

This roleplay is not started yet.

I'll post any other important info here.

Including who is close friends with who, etc. lol

[coriander.]

elemental kinesis

Light and darkness, life and death, right and left,
negative and positive, are brothers of one another.
They are inseparable.
You cannot have one without the other. They are present at the same moment in the same space, it is only when we take a measurement do they appear separate.
Because of this neither is the light light, nor darkness darkness, nor is life life, nor death death.

ғᴜʟʟ ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Gwenyth Cordelia Romero
ᴘʀᴇғᴇʀʀᴇᴅ ɴᴀᴍᴇ: "Most people just call me Gwen." || Her parents gave her the name thinking it would be elegant, but it quickly dissolved from Gwenyth to Gwen just because it was a difficult name to continuously have to say.
ᴜɴᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀɪᴢᴇᴅ ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ: "I don't know of any."

ᴀɢᴇ: Nineteen years old, the youngest on the Team.
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Female.

ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ ᴏʀɪɢɪɴ: She originates from Northern Maine. She pronounces vowels differently than normal people, but thinks that everyone else is actually talking funny and she is normal.

ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ: Gwen has very model-esque features, which run in her mother's side of the family. Her face is small and her features are all prominent; she has high, arched eyebrows, almond-shaped eyes, a small nose, high cheek bones and pronounced cheek and jaw bones. Her body in general is extremely thin, being that she only weighs 114 lbs at her 5'8" stature. She has struggled all her life to put enough weight on, and even though she eats a bunch she can't seem to gain enough weight to be healthy. Her hair is a light brown, shot through with natural golden hues and highlights. It hangs naturally straight down to her mid-back, although she often puts it up in a ponytail or a messy bun. She has gorgeous, dark, warm brown eyes rimmed with dark, full lashes. Her clothes consist of baggy, cute sweatshirts with jeggings or other loose, comfortable, slightly feminine outfits.

ɢᴇɴ. ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Gwen is a very thoughtful young lady. She likes to calculate everything in the back of her mind and can even get completely side-tracked in conversations just because of her noisy thoughts. She is easy to get along with, but very difficult to understand and to communicate clearly with. She is almost always silent and wrapped up in her thoughts, but when she starts talking, she doesn't like to stop until she has said everything she needed to say. She is a very controlled person, showing her emotions more inwardly than outwardly, but other people see it as being eerily calm in every situation. She believes in being mature in every situation because a person cannot just expect to be treated with respect without having earned it. People in the Underground see her as an old soul trapped in a young body, and she ties with the healer as one of the least feared people on the Team due to her gentle good looks and her soft voice. She typically does most of the interacting with the people they are finding on the List, and spends a lot of time down in the Infirmary with the healer, talking to new arrivals. Her ability, although helpful, is extremely unstable and often results in nosebleeds and random blackouts.

ʙᴇʟɪᴇғs:
- everyone has a little good and a little bad in them.
- some people shouldn't be allowed to talk.
- no religion.
- cats are a woman's best friend.

ʟɪᴋᴇs:
- peace and quiet
- respect
- cats cats cats
- people that understand her
ᴅɪsʟɪᴋᴇs:
- loud, cacophonous situations
- rude people
- bugs of any kind
- being the outcast in any situation

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strength + multiple personality disorder

ғᴜʟʟ ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Lycan Alexander Ackwood
ᴘʀᴇғᴇʀʀᴇᴅ ɴᴀᴍᴇ: "I just go by Lycan. My parents already gave me a bad enough name. A nickname would just make it worse."
ᴜɴᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀɪᴢᴇᴅ ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ: His friends jokingly call him 'wolf-boy'. Almost everyone he meets associates his name with werewolves.

ᴀɢᴇ: Twenty-one years old.
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Male.

ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ ᴏʀɪɢɪɴ: He came from New York City, New York.

ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ: Lycan has natural sand-brown hair, but dies the tips blonde intermittently. It's a bit of a joke within his friend group that he has 'lightning hair'. He always styles it intricately so that it spikes up messily. He has a naturally sarcastic face and almost has one eyebrow raised when he observes people. His skin is decently pale and he has a difficult time getting a tan. His eyes are deep brown, even darker than his hair, and it makes it hard to see what he is feeling when you talk to him. He stands at 5'11" with a long torso and lanky legs, with a meager weight of only 153 pounds. He is definitely not too into sports, keeping his body lean but not muscular. He can be seen wearing skinny jeans and brightly patterned shirts with strange jackets or scarves on a daily basis, for he is not afraid to dress how he likes.

ɢᴇɴ. ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Before the war, Lycan was a very sarcastic, playful guy. He came off as very serious and stuck-up at first, but after warming up to him it became obvious that he was just trying to appear mature. He wanted to be respected, but also wanted people to know that he wasn't too serious at all times. He enjoyed letting loose and doing some crazy, reckless, slight-stupid-but-still-hilarious things and almost always managed to weasel his way out of trouble. The true definition of a young trouble-maker, he enjoyed pulling pranks and scaring the people he knows best. He definitely enjoyed girls a lot and had a few too many close girl friends, but since he playfully flirted with everyone (including guy friends), no one thought he was a player or a flirt. Overall a very silly person, he could be a joy to get to know but also a good person to have on your side. He was loyal to the people he cares most about.

The nuclear fallout completely destroyed him. His mind has now been split into three separate people, only one of which has total control at one time. He is always hearing the other two personalities nagging at him from the back of his mind and is commonly acknowledged as crazy around the Underground. Small things trigger his personalities to switch, and it varies as to whether or not he can predict it. Sometimes he feels this pressure building behind his eyes, and other times he feels a sharp, abrupt stabbing feeling. Most people name their separate personalities, but Lycan hasn't gotten around to that yet. His three personalities consist of;

- the calm, intelligent Lycan: he spends most of his time silently observing and throwing in his thoughts now and then. He is very mature and practically demands respect from others. This side of Lycan is the great listener, the great advice-giver and the one that cares the most about other people. The Team refers to it as his "dark and dreamy" side teasingly, because he shows much more compassion than usual.

- the "normal" Lycan, with a twist: this personality behaves much like Lycan used to. It is sarcastic, playful, and a little bit reckless. He's the good, traditional prankster that enjoys being a little immature now and then, although he always wishes that people would respect him more. He is very loyal to people he cares about and tries to make everyone laugh when they are down. He can recognize a serious situation, however, and is probably the most useful of the group strategically. He isn't very hesitant to do anything dangerous, unlike the calmer personality, and doesn't stop to consider risks. He's a bit too flirtatious for his own good, although the people of the Underground don't really play along due to the fact they think he's insane. He is almost always frustrated with the condition he has because there is nothing he can do to prove that at least 1/3 of him is decent. All anyone ever remembers of him is his final personality and its outbursts.

- the insane Lycan: this personality is known as the outburst personality. It is absolutely psychotic, heartless and rude. This personality is very prone to spontaneous violence and insult, and it often gets Lycan locked up in the Infirmary for a few hours. This personality is said to be very persuasive, manipulative and even seductive. It is truly the opposite of the other two personalities, which is something that takes a lot of getting used to if you are someone that is around Lycan enough to see it. Those that spend any varying amount of time around him receive warnings from the Council that they need to be prepared to take him out at any time. This personality makes Lycan dangerous, but his strength makes him worth his position on the Team.

ʙᴇʟɪᴇғs:
- no religion.
- chocolate is the food of Satan.
- dogs were put on this earth to chase him.
- everything happens for a reason.
- fate.

ʟɪᴋᴇs:
- cats and small creatures.
- gingerbread anything.
- cuddling. He will cuddle with anyone or anything, he just likes it.
- cold pillows.
ᴅɪsʟɪᴋᴇs:
- dogs of any kind.
- chocolate... of any kind.
- spinach.
- when someone is cold with him.

[amoxi]

xXx

Here I stand, tranquillized, in this
little white room of mine. There I
go, on my own, in this redefined
world inside.

So why do you take this, conquer
and dismay this peaceful sanity
of mine? You're attempting to
bore me, shatter and destroy me.
It's worthless and fuels my gain.

... Maybe we're all insane?

There you stand ignorantly,
just a monotone pallet you see.
If there was a color created for
me, it'd consist in shades of three.

I see you enjoy this while
I exploit this brief insanity of
mine. Perceive and understand
you is far more than I can do;
perception left far behind.

Maybe we're all insane? The way
that we live, reminiscing for the
head game. What if we're all insane?
I'm feeling so damn hollow, staring
into the eyes of tomorrow.

Coming around again, I'm feeling
much better, my friend. The doctor
says: I'm sorry, you must attend
to your little white room again.

Name;; Her full name is Amalia Helene Durr, but she introduces herself as Amy the majority of time. Her names are of German origin, so quiet a lot of people had trouble pronouncing them the right way (or just didn't care enough to even try). In the end, Amy just gave up trying to teach them how to say them right and adjusted her name to something that's easier to pronounce for non-German speakers.

Gender & sexuality;; Female, heterosexual

Birth information;; Amy was born on the 26th of June in 1998, making her 20 years old. She was born in the capital of Germany, Berlin and speaks with a relatively heavy German accent which she hates. Her family moved to Chicago one year before the first missile was launched.

General appearance;; Her most prominent features are her eyes - Amy has complete heterochromia, which means that both of her eyes are a different colour. In her case, her left eye is of a pale green colour with a little bit of brown, while her right one is of a pale grey-blue colour. It's the first thing people usually notice about her and comment on, but Amy never enjoyed the attention her eyes got. Just like her accent, she dislikes them. She can usually be seen wearing shades, if possible, to hide her eyes, although she will also try and avoid any eye contact or hide at least one of them behind her hair if need be. Now, her hair is actually something Amy is absolutely content with. It is dark brown, like bitter chocolate, but has a red shine to it. It reaches down to about the middle of the back and is slightly wavy. Her skin used to spot a tan, but ever since she made her home underground, the female has become significantly paler. Her face has a rounded shape, making her look somewhat younger than she actually is. Her features are soft and delicate. She doesn't possess aristocratic features, but soft and fine ones. Same applies to her body, it has a fragile, weak look to it - of course the opposite is the case. Amy is roughly 5'6'' tall and weighs about 128 lbs. A little less than the weight which is supposed to be healthy for her age, gender and height, but not too much less as that she'd have to worry about it. She usually wears solid coloured tank tops with skinny jeans or leggings with patterns, as well as a jacket to keep herself warm with and either a pair of boots or normal sneakers. Something she always seems to wear are two necklaces, one being a silver toucan, it's body being covered by green, orange and red swarovski crystals. It was a birthday present from her mother. Then, she also wears a plain silver inverted cross with an onyx embedded into it's middle, which was a present from a friend. The onyx symbolizes self-esteem and assertiveness. She only wears it in memory of her friend, but she normally hides it underneath her clothes, knowing full well that some others might react badly if confronted with the sign.

xXx

Illiteracy for those who can't
see the gates that untie avid
arrogance. Your ground felt
so firm, I short handed myself.
Never again will I give in.

Right into hate, right into
lies. Right back where we've
been before. A privilege no
more now that we've lost-

The scar buried within
man-kind. The will that
defines all of right from wrong.
Now fight, unless you're willing
to die. Only the obvious state this.

Struck with the punishment that
would last for an age. Finally, it's
all black and white, much more
simple to answer.

Heroes will rise, enemies fall.
Right back where they've been
before, a privilege regained, a
gift that you own.

Pay no more mind to the agony
from the burn. Let yourself climb
to a height never reached before.
Open to find a path to the pure
inside. Now is the time.

Personality;; Well, Amy is just as different as her fellow team members. It was the war that changed her, the way everyone and everything she loved was suddenly ripped out of her life one day. She had already shown signs of paranoia back then when life had still been normal, but it had only taken over her mind and her entire way of thinking once the first missile had been launched and the chaos that broke loose after that. What had once been nothing but a deep insecurity about if other people were secretly talking badly about her if she was not present turned into something interfering with pretty much any relationships she had and destroyed her trust in humanity completely. She became an untrusting loner who desperately tried to stay away from any living being she encountered. Her thoughts are constantly clouded that everyone she meets has ill intentions or even plans to kill her. While she generally does not voice her concerns (after all, she needs to pretend not to know about anything to surprise her foes once they attempt something), she will generally get really aggravated and anxious about everything. It doesn't matter what happens, even if someone just bumps into her she believes that it was intentional and that they were trying to hurt her. Her schizophrenia fuels those thoughts she has. It adds additional voices into her head, as well as many hallucinated creatures and will occasionally also influence other senses than hearing or thinking, most commonly her sense of touch. From time to time, Amy will be brought to the infirmary with her arms scratched open, claiming that there's something moving beneath her skin. Those delusions thankfully never last long, about three hours at most. Her schizophrenia actually also is a defence mechanism. For example, a hallucinated being that has more or less become her permanent companion by now is a Yellow-crowned Parakeet named Skylar. Skylar actually was real at one point and was her pet. Just like her family and her friends, Skylar died during the war. To protect herself from slipping even further into insanity, Amy's hallucination more often than not are animals, people and even objects she loved and was familiar with so she has something to cling onto. Most of those hallucinations aren't violent and just serve as companions, but there are a few that can cause the young female to become more aggressive and even violent because they urge her to react to threats that don't even exists.

On her better days, Amy can seem pretty normal if you ignore the fact that she's probably going to end up talking to something you can't see. While she always is generally suspicious of other people's motives, there are days where she is by far more approachable. On those days she's more talk-active than on others and can often times be found following after someone to observe them and maybe learn a thing or two. She can be rather lazy and demotivated at times, but will usually comply and do whatever you want her to do if you can give her a legit reason. Amy sometimes just drifts off into her own little word, which surprisingly enough isn't as twisted as one would assume it is considering her unstable mental state. She can talk about anything, excluding her family and friends - you'd be surprised how quick she can be brought to tears if anyone mentions the topic of their past life. She has a bad habit of taking things that don't belong to her, something that was probably caused by living on the surface for some time before she discovered the underground. Up there, no one cared about if something wasn't theirs. You either stole something and stayed alive, or you died by clinging to your morality. Amy is also rather emotional and moody in general, so you can expect to see a wide variety of emotions displayed on her face every day.

Summed up positive traits;;
Desire to learn new things
Usually hesitant to actually hurt others
Relatively laid-back and somewhat open-minded
Fairly intelligent
Not easily angered

Summed up negative traits;;
Untrusting and suspicious of other's motives
Moody
Kleptomaniac
Generally unpredictable behaviour and unstable mental state
Sometimes overemotional

Short history;;
There's not much to say about Amy's life before the war. It was average, with the usual ups and downs everyone's life has. She was a great student, but also a bit of an outcast. There is a legend that people with differently coloured eyes have two souls living in the same body and the female was unlucky enough to end up in schools in which everyone seemed to believe those rumours. Others avoided her and those she actually was friends with were those that started her paranoia. One day, another girl transferred into the school, one who was just as much of an outcast as Amy was - the girl who gifted her the necklace. The two became inseparable and even applied to the same college... until the day that Amy's family moved to Chicago because of a job her father had taken. And not too long after this, the war began. Amy saw her parents and other people die, and even though there was no way for her to contact her friend, she was certain that she probably was dead, as well. The destruction didn't spare anyone, after all. She lived on the surface for about a month until she found her way into the underground, more than enough time for her mental disabilities to develop and take root inside of her very being. After she was assigned to the team, Amy spent a long time getting used to her new companions - she only was used to her hallucinations anymore, so it was especially hard for her to grow accustomed to interacting with them. She can genuinely say that she trusts them by now - not much, of course, but enough to be able to keep herself from constantly fearing for her life around them. She's still somewhat distant and withdrawn from them, but if thinks keep going smoothly she might just end up finally letting someone get closer to her again.

Likes;;
Birds
Any shade of red
Solitude and silence
Cake
Soda

Dislikes;;
Being around people for an extended period of time
Spiders
Fish
Being in the centre of attention
The colour yellow

[lean.]

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▬just tell me when i'm myself again▬
MAYBE THEN I CAN BREATHE
▬▬▬show me i'm still human▬▬▬
PROVE TO ME THAT IT'S GOING TO BE
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name: aedan breanan o'clearie
pronunciation: aid-in bren-in o clear-e
age: twenty years old
gender: male, feel free to check
birthday: january first, 1999
zodiac: capricorn
birthplace: dublin, Ireland
mother: Aine Caoilinn Bryg
father: Breandan Kian O'Clearie
siblings: ardan, caitriona
sexuality: straight
crush: tbd
status: single
weight: 145 pounds
height: 6'3"
hair: dirty blonde
eyes: dark hazel
skin: fair slightly pale
build: lean and muscular
good traits: caring, athletic
bad traits: violent; untrusting
power: manipulation-
persuasion, ability to warp reality,
ability to warp somebody's emotions
ability to warp the way he appears to
others, general manipulation of humans
likes: dogs, the team, sleep
dislikes: needles, snakes, blood
favorite movie: the hunger games
favorite song: radio ballet - eluvium
favorite color: russet brown
favorite thing: animal - the muppet
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my name is aedan breandan o'clearie, I was born on January first at two in the afternoon. yea... i'm the only o'clearie left since the bombing... my sister and brother, i watched them die right before our parents. one big happy family, i wish they took me with them. now, about this magnificent power i have sadly gained. i have the power of manipulation, which is the power of persuasion, but it is awfully hard to control and sometimes i use it accidentally, and thankfully it does not work on people with abilities, it also includes the ability to warp reality, illusions, for example, the ability to manipulate a person's emotions,, shapeshifting, well my body doesn't actually change, but i can manipulate the way i appears to other people and just general manipulation of humans, meaning i can cause them to feel pain, cause them to black out, etc.. sadly the leader has set a rule in place for me to remain in the Underground; i must regularly take a light sedative that weakens my abilities so i do not become a threat or a dictator in the group. i am viewed as the most dangerous person in the Underground and thus i'm feared by everyone. i have problems trusting people and trusting reality because my powers have taught me that not everything that is going on around me is necessarily real. the only people i really trusts are the people on the team, especially the people with powers because of the fact my persuasion does not work on them and i know they are being genuine. i don't want or need much, it's something I've gotten used to, i don't fight the sedative anymore, i don't remember my nightmares, I've stopped screaming their names, my family isn't coming back and they refuse to take me. i'm stuck here till the end and i might as well find a way to enjoy it. i don't know how i will yet, but i sure as heck know i am going to be one sarcastic pain in the butt doing it. now, ladies, i'm sorry my powers are probably not allowing me to have a relationship with, well a powerless human, which is probably the "right' thing for me to say.

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removed this form. it was awful lol.