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[Helmuth]

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name: cassidy "cassie" preston.
age: 16 years old.
feeling: tired and upset.
tagged: her dog, karsten.
location: her house.
occupation: youtuber.
power: none.
ooc: xxx.

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Cassie's eyes wandered from the colorful LEGOs blocks that she had repeatedly built up and scattered find herself staring at Karsten's face. Although he wasn't similar to Jessi or Jared in anyway, there was a lingering symptom she caught each and every time she angrily craved the desire for friendship. That symptom? Pitiful desperation. Although he was no more than some poor immigrant, there was also some sort of honesty there. Or, perhaps, that was what Cassie wanted to see. After being stuffed full of Jessi's silent schemes, it not only put her off her afternoon tea, but also induced a silent loathing for the human connection. Human connection meant that your best friend -- whom you later found out was some backstabber who had planned your deep bond of friendship and played along with it -- was being truthful and wanted the best for you!

Grimacing at her pathetic needs, she rubbed her thumb across the neon-blue mustache slapped to her upper lip. "Yes," the YouTuber murmured. Betrayal stabbed at her heart. Maybe she was just like Jessi: a backstabber. But this would be more deadly: a backstabber to her father... her father, whom she wouldn't be able to escape for the next four years! Priceless military secrets, now being told to the poor German immigrant. Cassie then decided she could simply sign up as an escapee and travel to Guatemala until she was 30. “The Unit. It's a military division my dad worked in. In fact..." The blonde girl, anxious as ever, wet her lips and stared off into space as she recollected all the information she knew. Or, thought she knew, anyway. I mean, who knew if this information was real or not. With all the chaos roaming around in the FAYZ, who could tell a truth from a lie? Especially Cassie. Being backstabbed. Repeatedly. "I think it might be the reason why this dome came up. Why children are mutating."

Cassie jerked when she felt his touch on her shoulder. "Ah!" She twisted in a quick circle, slapping at her shoulder before realizing it had only been Karsten. She let out a weary sigh and sent him a look of death. "You know? This is stupid. This awkwardness between you and I that just keeps getting larger and larger and then! Then, just because you decide to touch me -- which, by the way, is sort of creepy-- ... I had thought it was the grim reaper coming to steal my internal organs and cram it in a teapot..." Her face distorted into pain, as if her internal organs being stuffed into a teapot wasn't good enough for a YouTuber. But you had to understand: what with all the secrets she now beheld, the old dude with the scythe would soon realize she didn't have the ability to keep these to herself and therefore would have to alienate her. The blonde shuttered.

The door flew open and Cassie fumbled for her pistol, just stroking the grip before losing grip and watching in slow-motion horror as it thudded to the wood floor. She looked up. Her mouth soured. "Oh. Great. Now I have a feeling that you're back to kill me, right? Because I'm only a mission and it has to be shut down properly?" Her nose twitched irritably. "Well. You know what, Jessi? Kiss my butt. Kiss it. Because I'm going to go eat a pop-tart and you don't scare me! Hmmpf!" She thrust her chin into the air exaggeratedly too confident. "And guess what?! I'm not inviting you to tea!" The YouTuber was just about to march past Adam when a knife came out of nowhere, followed by a beastly cry from a guy who was clearly still trying to deal with puberty. She jumped, sliding on the rub and hitting the floor. Pain spiked in her spine and she hissed out in pain, hauling herself up. Cassie's blue eyes wandered to the knife by Adam. "I'm sorry," she muttered. "The guy is normally quite calm." She took the knife and gave it a tug.

[exorcism]

{I'm sorry it's so long compared to everyone else's! I'm not used to making short forms (or good at it, for that matter) and, to be honest, I've used this character before so all her information is only edited slightly. If you want me to change, just say so! I'm also sorry if I was supposed to pm this to you, I'm quite nervous and paranoid about things so I tend to accidentally skip over stuff.}

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Legal Name: Evan Leigh Free
Age: Seventeen
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Hetero-romantic Asexual
Allegiance: Townies
Crush: N/A
Allies: Unknown
Enemies: Unknown

Cryokinesis: Evan is able to control ice. Due to this power, she isn't sensitive to the cold like many others are, and is immune to her own powers effecting her. With practice, she is able to freeze things in their track, living or non-living, and basically do anything you'd expect someone to control ice would, with the major exception of freezing time. While, admittedly, that would be awesome, it's simply not in her power set. Ever seen Frozen? The Incredibles? Elsa and Frozone should give you a good idea of what she can do, except on a less drastic scale. Obviously, there are some weaknesses to this power. Her icy-creations can be melted the way any normal ice would, however she can simply keep icing it over if need be. Regardless, it is more difficult to freeze things in an extremely arid environment (such as a desert) where there isn't a lot of water in the air, it can be done, but it requires a large amount of energy, and she would risk tiring herself out. Another weakness of it is that it is hard to control when her emotions are so high that she can't handle them. If she can't handle her emotions, she can't handle her powers. Any sort of power that can control heat or fire is incredibly strong against her, and her powers can be rendered useless quite easily if the other person is strong enough.

Personality:
Rude | Blunt | Cold-hearted | Mean-spirited | Sneaky | Risky | Superiority Complex
Evan is, in truth, very rude, and generally not a good person to be around if you only glance at her bad traits. She knows how to get out of situations, and is very sly when finding ways to get what she wants. Being a very blunt person, you'll never find her sugar-coating anything, and she'll tell you what she really things right then and there, and won't spare a word of detail. Often, she voices her opinions even when not asked, as she can be very mean-spirited and will do almost anything to crush the moral of those she dislikes. Even if she doesn't dislike them, she still would find herself making snide and sarcastic comments simply because she is amused at how people react to them. In all truth, she may not even be meaning to be mean, but will not regret her decision unless it tumbles into something much more serious.
A natural risk taker, she's willing to go the extra mile to get what she wants, confident that she will succeed. Thinking of herself better then others, Evan has no time for people to be complaining about things when there are more important things to do, and often, the most important thing is her. She demands attention, even if not commanding it directly. Not one for friends, she particularly enjoys enemies, as she finds them quite entertaining, however trivial and pointless in the end. She often gets bored, trying riskier, and some may say dumber, things to keep herself occupied. It's not unheard of for her to do something, well, not entirely legal, and if you have something valuable, you can bet that sooner or later, her eyes are going to be set on it.
Often, Evan will disregard others' opinions as not being important, and always takes hers into first consideration when making decisions. She's not easily impressed, and doesn't give out respect to anyone unless they directly prove themselves what she considers worthy to her, regardless of how well-known or well-liked they are with others. However, if one does manage to earn her respect, she won't hesitate to fight for them. Being very defensive, she will protect those who she believes deserves to be protected. Despite it not being her place to judge who deserves what, she still puts it upon herself. She is also incredibly bitter, and can hold a grudge for years. Evan will never be the one to apologize first, and will often give people the cold shoulder; sometimes literally.
Another thing is that she's not afraid to get into a fight, and will do whatever she deems necessary to win, as while she is a courteous winner, she is an extremely sore loser.

Gentle | Careful | Truthful | Aware | Intelligent | Conscience | Fair ; Just | Serene
Despite all of the above, she is very gentle about things. While she may be blunt or rude, she knows when she has to go about things sensitively. She may seem even kind, however she does choose her words very carefully. Although, she does have her moments when she is actually being kind, and despite everything, can be incredibly warm-hearted. One may call it bipolar, but she views it as simply knowing what kind of approaches work, and what kind of people deserve kindness. With being blunt, she is also truthful. Evan finds it difficult to tell lies unless she thinks about them before hand, and with a lot of situations she finds herself in, she's unable to do so. Little white lies, just like everyone tells, she is perfectly fine with, however when it comes to much bigger stuff... Not so much. She finds it distasteful when others lie simply because they can, and not when needed.
Counteracting her risky nature, she is also very careful. She'll be sure she thinks about it, and weighs the pros and cons before doing something considered risky. If she decides that the pros outweigh the cons, she'll go for it. However, she is usually perfectly aware of how the outcome may effect others. Speaking of aware, she finds that she knows well enough what is happening around her, and doesn't usually miss anything. Incredibly perceptive, she can catch little things that other people miss, or would hope that they would miss. She is also aware of he environment, and again is willing to do what it takes for her to survive.
Being a very intelligent individual, she finds that some situations should be easy to get out of when others are struggling, and will often get irritated. However, she finds that her intelligence is most useful when aiding her. She does have a conscience, and a pretty big one. It effects a lot of the things she does, and she constantly battles with it. Guilt weighs on her like bricks, and while she eventually sheds it away, while it's there, it can be crippling. She has come to terms with the guilt of certain things, and it makes what she does much easier. Because of this, she seems very serene, almost blissful, when not yelling.
Another thing many do not expect from her is that she is very fair and just. She believes in equality for many things, and will not flinch to serve out justice where it is needed, unless, however, it is her own actions.

Face Claim: Perrie Edwards
Other: Has a nose piercing, and knows several different types of physical defense and meditation.

[grim.]

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ＡＤＡＭ
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ＤＡＲＫＯ☠

tagged: jess, cass, kar.
feeling: murderous, broken.
where: town streets.
power: touch of death.
bars: four.
crush: jessi(?)

── ｔｈｅＢＲＯＫＥＮｒｅｂｅｌ ──

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The house seemed empty, even a little trashed and raided. Maybe nobody was home. That thought however was quickly abandoned as Jessi and I entered and room and I soon assailed by the German boy, Karsten. He shoved me roughly and I slammed into the wall feeling the drywall cave slightly under my weight. I was expecting a fist to the face but instead a knife came rushing towards me, whistling through the air. I didn’t so much as flinch, my cold black eyes never leaving Karsten’s frightened blue ones. The knife embedded itself in the wall mere inches from my head and a loud gunshot echoed through the air. I flinched slightly at that unexpected noise eyes narrowing. That was uncalled for, I thought to myself watching as the German fled the room as fast as he’d entered.

Cassie was the next to approach me, giving the knife an experimental tug and my eyes narrowed on her. I reached up, moving her hand out of the way and gripping the knife firmly. A small tug and it jerked out of the wall cleanly. I shifted it so that the blade was no longer facing in my direction, but I lowered, not needed the girl to feel threatened. I wasn’t here to kill these people, at least that was what I told myself. Jessi needed to talk, so I would let her say her piece. Besides, I didn’t have the energy to do anything anymore than give a few defiant glares. More than anything I wanted to collapse into a dreamless sleep and spend the next twenty-four hours unconscious.

I turned my attention away from the girls, wondering faintly as to why the YouTuber had a blue mustache taped to her face. I shrugged it off and seated myself on the chair by the window, examining the knife it my hands. It was a flimsy kitchen knife, and I impressed that the blade had not simply snapped when it met the wall. Chances were it would snap were it embedded in somebody. It seemed harmless enough to me, definitely not as solid and trustworthy as the combat knife tucked away in my boot. Though, carrying that was mostly out of habit than anything now. A small sigh escaped my lips and I turned my focus entirely away from the girls, allowing them their privacy to sort themselves out and soon my own focus was gone and I was lost in my own thoughts.

[spencer.]

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location: the streets

feeling: un-amused

power: mnemokinesis

tagged: dylan french

xx━ ＣＯＲＴＥＺ❞

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remmi-lee had to admit that it were kind of obvious that dylan wasnt havent any gang problems, infact the boy was probably in a calm state before the girl had come crashing down on him. remmi was always trouble, people knew that by now, whenever she were around something bad would happen, something she could erase. at the beginning of the encounter with dylan she considered more than once of just twisting the boys memory and then running off, but instead she waited by to see how things would play out.

"rain," she muttered after the boy mentioned it, in her mind it were a terrible idea. rain meant cooping up in a small house trying to stay dry, but remmi-lee wasnt one to sit still, rain just made her time on the streets worse than they already were. "thats the dumbest thing ive heard in this past week," she snapped even though in the current week the girl hadnt heard mush from anyone. at this point remmi want hanging around a gang, the fact was remmi-lee couldnt stick to any, something would always go down, never a happy ending, if those even existed anymore.

the girl looked forward past the boy to the street she would have ran down if it werent for the collision, dylan referred to it the same way she would have, down there. "do i ever really know where im going?" she answered in question not quite sure is she would hear an answer. the question of location made the girl curious as to why dylan was out here, "what about you-" she paused looking back to him," where were you heading?"

[Helmuth]

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⊰ ＣＡＳＳＩＥ ＰＲＥＳＴＯＮ ⊱

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name: cassidy "cassie" preston.
age: 16 years old.
feeling: tired and upset.
tagged: karsten, jessi and adam.
location: her house, bedroom.
occupation: youtuber.
power: none.
ooc: xxx.

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ＷＡＮＴ ＭＥ ＴＯ ＢＥ ▬▬▬▬▬

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The need for a cup of tea -- a habit she had formed for relieving stress -- now had such a strong pull of desire that she almost kicked Jessi in the shin to get past her. This move wouldn't only enable the YouTuber to slip past, but it would also release some resentment that had been building up for the past weeks. But the Russian girl wouldn't budge from her position, standing in the middle of the doorway. Cassie let out a long, frustrated sigh through her nose. "Ooh, Adam... your little friend --" The blonde girl whirled on him, her face a mask of revenge. "-- if she has said she's your friend, she's probably kidding. So, let me do us both a favor and give me the knife." A passing fancy came over her, imagery of a dark, grimy prison cage, shackles, starved and moaning prisoners praying for forgiveness; a beefy man, standing in the corner with a bloody chopping block, with a mask over his face as he rumbled a laugh. Yes! This? This Cassie could perform.

But she knew that, in truth, there was no way she could hurt Jessi. No way-- not even in simple anger, by attacking the girl's shins with fictional kung-fu. As much as she sensed a deep betrayal from Jessi, she could also understand the girl's point of view: Jessi was part of the Unit. She couldn't have simply spilled the beans before the FAYZ that she was in some sort of military project and Cassie was a primary focus. That would just ruin it.

Cassie shoved her hands into her pockets, deciding to play it cool. Her norm of smiling or possessing a humorous air was absent. But for the moment, she decided to address Jessi's question and all the feeling behind it. "You lied to me, Jessica." Oh, yes. Cassie was mad: she used Jessi's full name. But she didn't yell, because where would yelling get her? Cassie's dusty blue eyes wandered from her friend's beautiful, tanned face to the window sill, where the small black umbrella totem lay still in the noonday sun. "I can understand if it was valuable, if it would save you your job in the Unit." Her lower lip folded in against her nervous, gnawing teeth. "But I need to know: and I will give up on-on this distant relationship you and I have formed over the past two weeks and get over myself. Okay? I just want to know if you are truly my friend?"

Cassie glanced over in the direction of where Karsten had bounded over to. Then she added, "And to answer your question, since the house has been looted... I thought he could come over and help clean up. I don't really have anybody to talk to. Jared has ran off with the lady who flipped me off, you're saving the world... and I'm just staying around the house. She stroked her thumb over the blue mustache taped to her upper lip. It had become a prop in the "Shaye Pingpong" YouTube channel she hadn't let go of easily. Now with the internet down, she was beginning to miss the insane gags she pulled over on people. But she still had the camera, which meant she was still making videos. But lately, the comedy had calmed down, and almost everything had become part of some sort of journal. It was similar to her writing down history, but in her own words. It had become part of her life.

ＴＨＥ ＳＫＡＴＥＲ ＣＨＩＣＫ

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★ ＨＡＮＮＡＨ-ＮＯＲＡ ＥＷＡ ★

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name: hannah-nora ewa.
age: 11 years old.
feeling: all the feelz.
tagged: kevon.
location: town.
occupation: the devil.
power: vibes; two bar.
ooc: xxx.

▬▬ ＡＩＮ'Ｔ ＧＯＮＮＡ ＦＡＬＬ ＴＯ
ＦＥＡＲ ＪＵＳＴ ＹＥＴ ▬▬▬▬▬

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Hannah-Nora was mad. Hot red heat pulsed through her as she angrily stomped behind Kevin, kicking up clouds of dust on their march back to Worther Beach. In fact, there was such a frustration at his superiority -- taking control of the situation with Drew, denying her of her rights -- that she ignored the blinking lights in her Dora the Explorer boots. If she could of gotten a boost, living at disadvantage upon being four-feet tall with an ego that stretched as far as the east was from the west, she could've seen the town in the distance. Buildings, Florida trees gathering about the estuary and a whole lot of kids who would laugh in her face when they found out that Kevin had pulled her away from the fight.

Her black eyes, narrowed at his tromping feet, glanced at his head. Her scowl went deeper. "Come on!" She shouted. "Get goin'! Ya wanna coward from da fight? Den let's go! I don' wanna stay out here foreva!" She swung the marshmallow gun away from her and shoved past him, making sure not to brush his skin in hopes to not get barbequed. After marching ahead for a while, trying to give him the silent treatment, her lip began quivering and her eyes welled up red. "I could've killed him, Kevon!" She wailed. Throwing her head back, she dropped to her knees and started bawling. Even if she was a little more mature than other children her age, she was definitely not past the crying fits. But now, the anger was gone.

Humiliation in the face of her enemy was devastating; what was worse was that all she wanted was her mada and fada and they weren't here to comfort her. Apparently the last month had taken its toll on the poor little Jamaican child. Boiling fear streamed from her eyes, cascading from her chubby red cheeks like a water fountain. Her stomach dropped out and her throat felt too swore, too worn out from her bickering and shouting to even whimper.

After a moment, she stood. Although her sobbing was done for, she still cried a little bit -- and she felt pukey. Wrapping herself up in her shawl, she looked up at him with big, glossy eyes. "I want a Popsicle," she hiccuped. "I don't wanna do dis anymore. I ain't gonna eva fight Dew, so why look afta me, Kevon? What importance do I have to ya?" She let out a sigh, trying to relieve some pressure behind her eyes. Her shoulders sagged with fatigue, but even so, she didn't want to give in to the fear of what the Drew Crew could take over town and put her in some cage. Maybe that was what was driving her crazy. Causing her to go into asthma attacks at random moments in the day and then trying to overcome that fear with triumph. But it didn't work. It just didn't. Drew still scared her, she was still a little silly girl... and now nobody was doing anything about the real nightmare coming their way. And what was worse? She could feel the vibes coming off of Drew that something big and bad was about to happen. But she couldn't do a thing about it.

Quietly, she murmured, "Can you please carry me, Kevon? My pride has been wounded and it is hurtin' in my piggy toe."

[youre_the_onlyreason]

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ＴＨＥ ＳＫＡＴＥＲ ＣＨＩＣＫ

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name: hannah-nora ewa.
age: 11 years old.
feeling: in charge!
tagged: kev, ad, jess, ky.
location: town.
occupation: skater.
power: vibes; three bar.
ooc: xx

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Running a hand over her buzz-cut, Hannah-Nora realized that she was probably the best thing that had ever happened to Worther Beach: not only was she devastatingly beautiful, had true grit, was the #1 chick to save these helpless babies, and made the angels weep… but somehow, everyone who had some sort of pain, some sort of fight left in them, levitated to her. And this, my friends, is what makes an army and a general.
Hannah-Nora’s shoes burst into dim colors of light with every hard step she took. Glancing at Kyle, she smiled. He still had the Muscle Milk. “Mon,” she sighed, as if he was beginning to exasperate her. This was untrue, because besides looking in the mirror, there were no other kids her age that actually had any intellect. “You gotta undastand. I am da officer of da army and I call da shots.” She mimed holding and pistol and pulling the trigger, stumbling back from the force. Then she smiled, revealing dangerous white pearls that, if close enough, would pretty much bite anything. The little Jamaican girl turned to Kevon. “Mon. You stink. From here, just this enclosing distance, you reek. Do you even eva take a shower? No. Good. ‘Cause I haven’t tooken a shower in eda! Not since my mada and fada left da FAYZ, and I am so relieved of dat, too, ‘cause dey were just annoying: ‘Hannah-Nora, do dat,’ ‘Hannah-Nora, do dis!’ It just ruins ya foreva, all of dat pushing ‘round!” She sighed, leaning back on the balls of her feet as her mind rambled on in the past. “Den I finally had enough and I ate bod of my parents.” She stroked Lucy’s shimmering scales lovingly. Had Hannah-Nora really eaten her parents? Well. If you knew Hannah-Nora, everything was in the realm of possibility…
Seeing the SUVs and the group of teenagers in the distance, her eyes grew wide as she realized she was left exposed in the sun. She fell to her stomach and began doing a concentrated army crawl toward the group. “Ya don’t get on da ground, mon,” she warned Kyle. “Whad if my milk gots dirt in it? Ya just follow behind me.” And with that, the little girl began to creep up on the group of delinquents… all while a smug six-foot boy—who was pretty darn hard to miss in a crowd, much less in the open—and a confused boy—although not very tall, but having a unique sense of placement in this so-called “war”—trailed behind.

ＴＨＥ ＰＩＣＫＥＤ ＯＮ

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name: henry “wes” mullintz.
age: 13 years old.
feeling: lonely.
tagged: anatasie.
location: town, the pink house.
occupation: student.
power: disappearance; two bar.
ooc: xx

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The tension building in his shoulders finally released its painful grip on him—but not entirely. This girl, this pretty blonde girl, was attempting to make conversation with him. Not only was Wes a quiet, misunderstood boy, but was he bad at conversation! This small intervention caused a whirlwind of panic to overcome him. Sweat broke out on his palms. Embarrassed, Wes looked down. “I…” He stuttered. “I’m Wes.” He switched his jacket and the yellow and red tie to the other arm and reached out a shaky hand, all while keeping his eyes adverted. And on instinct, feeling so inferior to others, so vulnerable to their criticism, glanced at the jacket and tie—both of which had the emblem of Coates academy on them. Clearly she was a Townie, because he had never seen her at the sight. If he had, he could tell that this girl would have already met him. There was something cool and collected about her eyes that made it hard to believe that anybody would dare talk to him: the outcast. The fat kid.
He wet his lips hesitantly. “I’m from Coates… which you already know, huh?” He shifted uncomfortably under her gaze. Although it wasn’t scrutinizing or pin-pointing, he still felt very secluded from the world. Which made it harder, having been set off to the side for so long, to socialize with others—it suddenly became clear as noonday that he had no idea how small-talk worked. The brunette’s cherry-red lips twisted into a awkwardness. “How do you pronounce your name?”

Anastasie Faith Page
Age: 14
Crush: None
Boyfriend: None
Tagged: Wes; Hannah-Nora (Kyle)

Anastasie smiled and nodded. "Cool name. Um, it is pronounced Ana- stah- zee. It is the French version of Anastasia. And, um, I am from Coates, too. I just don;t want to wear that wretched uniform anymore. I hated that place, and I wasn't that popular. I just had a small group of friends, and I kept to myself. Were you popular at all?" Anastasie crooked her head a bit, and waited for a reply. It was true that, for such a bold girl, Ana was quite shy. At Coates, that is. If Wes was any popular, Ana wouldn't have known, because she didn't know many people. Everybody rejected her, really. They thought she was weird, knowing how to use a machete, and all.

Kyle quietly listened, as a smirk spread across his face. The smirk quickly disappeared when Hannah-Nora had said that she ate her parents. Was it true? Kyle had not known enough about Hannah-Nora to know. He watched her, amused, but a bit confused and concerned for his life. Would Hannah-Nora end up eating him one day? Kyle pondered the thought, until Hannah-Nora started talking to him again. Don't get on the ground, he could handle that. Just follow behind, that was the harder part. Kyle wasn't very good at sneaking around, so much as walking flawlessly. Kyle could barely walk two steps without tripping, a lot like Anastasie. But, Kyle tried his best to walk silently behind her.

[exorcism]

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power: cryokinesis | location: the streets | tagged: n/a - mentioned random (open)

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A soft click sounded as Evan paced on the pavement of the sidewalk. She wasn't quite sure what to do with herself. She wasn't quite sure what to do with anything, really. Her whole life had changed so quickly, and she hadn't any time to process what was happening until it was far too late. Raising her hand, she examined it as if it were a foreign object, and clutched it tightly as if she was about to swing at an invisible opponent. A small crackling sound was heard, and as she slowly opened her hand again she realized it had slightly frosted over, however the cold didn't bother her like it should have. I got to get control of this crap, or else this is gonna end badly for me.
She still hadn't gotten used to the idea that, as of lately, she was an absolute freak and her previous life was over. It was like she jumped straight into a comic book, where all of what should have been the rules of normality were broken. Shaking her head, she had to remind herself not to think like that. Things ain't gonna get any better if you're nothin' but a Negative Nelly, hun. However, it was very hard for her to not be negative about her situation. To put it plainly, it sucked, and she had no idea how to solve it or help herself. Not to mention the fact that she wasn't the only one suffering these problems. Speaking of others, she honestly had no idea what the other kids were up to. In fact, she didn't even know their names. In general, she stuck to herself and found that she had little time or patience for friends. Good going Evan, now you're in the middle of some chaotic breakdown and you have absolutely no allies.
Evan shook her head, doing her best to wipe away those thoughts while she continued walking, kicking rocks she found every now and then along the way. She decided to pay more attention to her new found ability, and frowned for a moment as she realized she had no idea how the logic behind it worked. Understanding the basics of what her power was, - which was she was able to freeze things over, be able to make her own ice, be able to make small snow bursts, and not really be bothered by the cold - she still had no idea how it worked biologically. How exactly can I do this? It makes no sense. I should be able to feel slight cold bursts, I definitely shouldn't be able to do this... She thought to herself as she made golf ball sized snowballs in her hands.
She noted that whenever she wasn't thinking straight or couldn't control her emotions at the moment, that her power seemed to leek through, as it had earlier when she had accidentally frosted over her hand. Man, that's gonna be an issue later, she thought bitterly to herself, realizing it might be a dead giveaway in a certain situation. However, she decided to cross that bridge when she came to it. For now, she needed to focus on trying to figure out what exactly was going on. She had a feeling something bigger than she realized was happening, and she was missing out big time on it. Plus, she needed food. She had little tidbits at her house, of course, she was more willing to take from others than to use her own supplies. "What if I need it more later?" was a common phrase she repeated to herself.
She realized she didn't even know where any of the kids hung out, or lived, or anything, really. She never took complete interest in them. Evan was sure she talked to them at some point, made simple conversation or the like, but she never really got close to anyone. Remembering names was definitely something she hadn't done. What a great start, Ev. Sighing, she continued walking. Around her, every now and then, she would think she had heard a voice, but she wasn't entirely sure if it was real or just her imagination playing tricks on her. She went on the simple action of continuing to walk, eventually something was bound to happen, but if it didn't she was still right where she was. Either way, she didn't care, but to pass the time, she continued to form tiny snowballs in her hands, as they didn't cost much energy to make and were completely and utterly harmless.

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name: hel lorelei loptr
gender: female
age: seventeen
tagged marsden
affiliation student
power: will domination; not using
where: town
crush:xx
r. status single
friends: xx
enemies: everybody
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I ᴡɪʟʟ ｔａｋｅ ａｗａｙ ᴍʏ ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢs
I ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴀɴ ａｎｉｍａｌ

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Hel has been living at her parent's home since they disappeared. It was only down the road anyways. Besides, she never liked them anyways. She'd rather live on the street than go back home when her parents were there. Rock was booming out of her earbuds, the volume on high as she danced throughout the street, occasionally looking around for people. The songs were clearly heard from her earbuds, and she sang aloud loudly, shaking her head. Rarely did she listen to rock. She'd usually rather listen to classical or jazz.

Her silky-smooth hair flung around, but quickly untangled and fell flat again. She loved her hair. But actually, she loved everything about her. Her hair, her face, her slim, athletic body. Her mind. Her mind especially. After seeing the effects that she had on the tall, dark curly-haired boy, she felt so.. powerful, energized, her adrenaline never rested to flow through her veins. She had trouble sleeping, but she has bounced back since then. That was the drawback of her power. But really, it was worth it.

The Loki-crazed teenager shot devilish looks at passerby females, and laughed as they ran off in terror. "Bad turns to worse, and worse turns into hell, doesn't it, Hel?" She asked herself, not hiding a grin as she approached town. It wasn't a surprise to see Mars and Drew in town. Not at all. She toned down her ability, a sudden drain of energy almost making her collapse. She caught herself, putting her hand to her head. Hel turned down her music, a unexpected change of feelings. A classical song came on, the violin. She sighed, running her hands through her golden locks, smoothing it down though it was already silky and smooth.

Hel turned off the song, stuffing the MP3 player back into her pockets, letting her hair fall over her shoulders. The pressure of her newly-sharpened dagger pushed her hip, clicked in place of her left pocket. Her crop-top hung loosely a few inches above her belly button, her flowered, thin skirt lain several inches above her knees, and as she passed a hint of sweet cherry blossom followed her. She took a few deal breaths as Adam and some other girl walked off, Mars also parting. Adam disappeared, his fists clenched and his face reddening. After several minutes of them leaving, Hel skipped over to Mars, bumping his hip intentionally and playfully. She didn't know why she did that, actually. And honestly, she didn't care. She wasn't afraid of him, nor his little friends. The simple thought of him being some kind of 'good boy' in this town sickened her, but the manipulation he was capable of was intriguing to that evil little mind of hers.

"Hello, Marsden." Hel's British accent rolled off her tongue smoothly. She winked, poking him in the shoulder. Her tan skin shown underneath the frayed top, and her bright green flats complimented her silvery-blue eyes. A light breeze blew their clothing slightly, and her hair swept behind her and off to the left. She raised an eyebrow. "I heard Drew was back in town?" A grin formed, but vanished as quickly as it appeared. "Any plans, Marsden?"

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power;; to control fire
age;; sixteen
mood;; annoyed
crush;; nope
friends with;; ---
location;; on the streets with Remmi
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xxxxxxxxxIt was her attitude that surprised him. His head reeled back a bit as if he was slapped, and his eyes narrowed. Clearly she wasn't in the mood to talk to him, and didn't seem to be in the mood for anything. This gal is quite rude. Maybe you should ditch her and move off to find others. The thought of leaving made him feel just a bit better, but then it made him feel worse. What if she was acting like this cause she was lonely? Then he would feel ever so guilty for abandoning her. Dylan was in a tough situation, fighting between both good and bad. Finally he took in a deep breath and shuffled his feet. He would just have to stay here and take in this rude woman.
xxxxxxxxxSoon after he was done thinking she spoke again. It seemed to be more to herself than anything else, but being Dylan he just had to respond. "No, I really don't think you know where you are going sense you were running like that...and you weren't paying any attention to where since you hit me square on." his arms suddenly crossed and he gave an annoyed sigh. He wasn't happy with her at the moment, not at all.
xxxxxxxxx"To be honest with you I myself have no clue where I was going...just moving off to somewhere better than this hell." he responded to her question with a slight snap. "But it seems to me that all of us have little space to go considering there is no way out and no way in."