Tales of Mysery::Accepting & Just starting!Lots of openings!

[Birdsie]

Can Bri just start now? lol

[subtle fox]

(Back. I'll wait for one of you to start, I guess...)

[jules_]

( just a heads up, I won't be able to post until tomorrow, and might be gone for most of the day )

[Phantom Lilith]

Yes, you can start, Bri.

Thanks for letting me know, Sokyo. It's fine. I have to work so I don't know when I'll be on but I'm working on my starting posts to post tonight.

[Birdsie]

Female| 17 | Xylina |In the Rebel Camp

Xylina was heading to her tent, her head was pounding so loud she was sure everyone could hear it, even in their dreams. She had recently come back from a healing; a twisted ankle, something she is very familiar with. After all, when you're fighting a war you start running more, but why so early in the morning? She let out a long, out-of-character sigh and sat down on her so-called cot. It wasn't even lifted off the ground; more like sheets on dirt. But it didn't matter, it was home, and right now it seemed like the most comfortable thing in the world. She rested her head on the newspaper filled pillow and shut her amber eyes to go to sleep. She hoped to dream of unicorns and other fairy tale things. Hopefully she could get an hour in before someone comes in and interrupts such beautiful dreams.

Male | 19 | Christopher | In Jamestown

As he walked into the quiet town Chris was greeted by many strangers, strangers, of course, he did not know. It was a pleasant feeling, though. It was always nice to know that there were people in this world that weren't so cruel and just smiled at you as you walked by. He let a small smile play across his face, as well, as he walked to his soapbox. It was his "special place". This was where he stood to play his beloved violin, and no one would judge him. He pulled it from his make shift bag and rested the beautiful instrument upon is chin and shoulder and whipped out his bow with such grace...he immediately began to play. There were no words, just the melodic sounds of his instrument. If he were lucky, maybe someone would drop money into his bag, but he didn't mind if they didn't. Playing wasn't about the money it was about the joy it brings.

Such short posts, I haven't done this in fiveever. I just wanted to put my characters somewhere. Shrug. Plus, it is late xD

[subtle fox]

Trisa Kallen - age 18 - Rebel Camp - Shifter

Arranging herself on a crate so her back faced the fire, Trisa flexed her cramped hands and smiled ruefully. Years ago, when she had just run from the orphan house, she had thought that her days of mending clothes were over. It turned out, rebels tore their clothing, too. And since they had decided that she would be no use out foraging for herbs and plants, and there were plenty of people tending the fire, she was sat down and given clothes to mend. She didn't mind, not really, and she was good at it too. It gave her time to think, (even if being in the dead-center of the camp was rather noisy) and she liked feeling the different materials in her hands. Leather was annoying, though, she decided as she frowned down at the offending garment; it required a thick needle and thicker thread. She stood and deposited the leather jacket on her crate, then began to make her way over to her near-by tent for the needle and thread.

[Phantom Lilith]

~ Alright guys, I've gotta head off to bed. I think I can be on tomorrow afternoon. See you guys later!!

::Rose Jane Tyler:: 16 :: Single :: Mesmer :: Rebel Camp ::
Outside her tent, the birds sang songs to each other, announcing the sunrise and the start to the morning. It was her own personal alarm clock. She could hear quiet murmurs, shuffling, and yawns as the rest of the rebel camp awoke too. The cool, dew-filled air caused goose bumps on her skin, as she threw off her blankets and struggled to get dressed. Her eyes were still heavy with sleep. Finally, she pushed her arms into the sleeves of her jacket and stepped out. She made her way to the center of camp where only a few campers had gathered. They held bowls in their hands. It appeared that breakfast was going to be eggs and tomatoes. A treat! A townsperson must have sent this, she thought. It was unusual for the meal to look and sound so delicious. After all, last night's dinner was some kind of grey and chunky soup. She might have seen one mushroom floating through the serving bowl.

::Ericson Jonathon Lee Jackson: 16 :: Single :: Powerless :: Coffee Shop Central Mysery ::
Eric convinced his father that he would only be going to his classmate's home. It was noble's home up the street. He knew his father would never actually check so he would be safe. He simply wanted out of the castle for a while. It seems like no matter how big a castle, it's still just too cramped. Maybe it has something to do with the stone walls or something. Either way, breakfast in town was his way of taking a breather. And since he was supposed to be working on a school project, he had until about noon. He sighed, sitting at a two-chaired table outside the shop under the shade. He took a sip of his freshly brewed coffee and opened the newspaper.

::Ivory Ann Dark:: Nineteen :: Single :: Necromancer (with amnesia) :: In Jamestown
Ivory stretched with a yawn. As she looked around, she remembered where she was. She had found sixty bucks in her pocket, enough to pay for a week's stay at the tavern and a change of clothes. It beat sleeping on a park bench. She walked into the bathroom, where her change of clothes waiting. She changed into the new change of clothes. She filled the sink with warm water a dropped her dirty clothes into it. She would come back later to hang them on the shower rack to dry. After grabbing the keys to the room and a coat, she headed out to the library in hopes that she may find something to clue her in about her past.

[subtle fox]

(Yup, see you. I'll likely be on and off tomorrow.)

[KAZ2Y5WinchesterBaby]

Name:: Murphy MacManus Age :: Twenty One Relationship Status:: Single Power:: Shape-shiftercountrygal9653

{One the surface}

• Full name
  
  • Murphy MacManus
• Nickname(s)
  
  • You can call me Murph for short
• Gender
  
  • Male
• Age
  
  • Twenty One
• Powers
  
  • I have the power to shape-shift. Not just your typical animal either, but a lion.
• War Side
  
  • Rebel
• Ranking
  
  • Soldier

{Somethings you just can't see}

• Personality
  
  • I am a rather personable person. I am courageous, brave, hard headed, a follower, a listener, and by all means I love to play jokes. On the flip side I hide a majority of my feelings or fears for I am afraid others will use them against me. Some are afraid of the dark, war, death, sickness, and especially loosing someone close to me. I also have a very sensitive and caring side that I hide because it does not go with my overall appearance. I have the ability to shift into a lion, I do not enjoy showing people that I care for those that are injured, sick, dying, or upset. Trust is earned, not given and this is a must if ya wish to get to know me better. You may catch me alone and I will possible open up about feelings but majority of the time I am around the fire having meself a jolly good time.
• History
  
  • I was born in Jamestown twenty one years ago. My father had been killed in the first rebellion just before I was born leaving my mother to care for me alone. My mother thought I was just a normal child when she had noticed my mark on my right hand. As I grew older, she often told me to hide my hand for if it was seen the King would take me away never to see my family again. I did as I was told. When I was ten years old, the King had sent his men to our part of Jamestown in search of young kids with the mark. I was one of them. They dragged me away from my mother and I never did see her again. The men took me to a school where they taught me to use my powers. I was told I could shape-shift and learned quickly how painful it truly was. I began to eat more and more and I was told I would make a fine soldier one day in the fight against the rebels. I was given my own small home with plenty of food. But it was not the dream I had wanted. Knowing I was one day to kill the very people I had lived my entire life with, I ran away. The rebel group found me and took me in later knowing of my powers. I returned to my home to find nothing but a blood stained floor. They had killed my mother the same day I was taken from her. I felt anger well inside me as I made my way back to the camp. I pledged that night to fight for the rebel group, to use my powers against the king. I felt more welcome than I had in the castle where they had forced me for many years. I was only sixteen when I had first joined the rebel group and had already killed a good amount of the kings men.
• Crush
  
  • Single
• Family

• Mother killed when taken to the school and father killed in rebellion before born

{Through the Looking Glass}

• Eye Color
  
  • Light Blue
• Hair Color
  
  • My hair is a light red brown. I often keep the top less shaven than the sides. I do not shave my face often but keep a little stubble now and then.
• Weight and Height
  
  • I stand at five foot five and weigh around one hundred and forty pounds. I have a strong body build for I train hard for fights ahead.
• Clothing choice/Style
  
  • I am a bit of an Irish boy. I wear light jeans with boots, heavy boots, mostly black that are about the hight of my mid calf. I wear a long sleeve on cooler days often topped with a scarf. I love dark greens so most of my shirts and scarves are a dark green. On warmer days I will often wear a t-shirt, with a scarf. I enjoy scarves.
• Tattoos or piercings
  
  • I have a piercing in my left ear. On my hand is the mark of my power. It is light brown in color and in the shape of a lion. Also on my neck, which is another reason for the scarves is a tattoo.

[Ephraim]

Eren Xen:: 15 :: Single:: Vervex [size=50]Funcrazyfish

{One the surface}
Full name
Eren Trace Xen
Nickname(s)
Eren or Vex
Gender
Male
Age
15
Powers
Weather Prediction/Creation
War Side
Neutral, but thinking about joining the rebels
Ranking
Student

{Something you just can't see}
Personality
Eren is very happy and optimistic most of the time, and not only because his anger might start a storm or something like that. He enjoys talking to people, and has many people gravitate towards him because of it.He is not vain or stuck-up, however, and tends to avoid people like that. He doesn't really hate anything, and carries no ill will toward people unless they give him a reason. Extremely hard working and determined, he always does his best in everything he tries to accomplish, and realizes failure is just part of the process. Bad news doesn't phase him, and neither does the underestimation he encounters for being smaller than the other boys his age, but is in fact very strong. However, if you manage to make him angry, he gets extremely violent and goes berserk, so don't make him angry.
History
Eren had a hard life growing up. His father was a peasant farmer who went of to join the rebels in he early days of the war, and left him and his mother to work their land by themselves. At the age of 12, he began to feel different, and woke up with a golden tattoo of a sun, with raindrops in the center, and wind below it on his hand. To his dismay, a soldier appeared that day for a surprise inspection, and told Eren's mother that he needed to go. That last week, they spent every moment together, until the soldier came back to take him away. He remembers her fondly, and her promise. "Please, come back to me someday."
Crush
None ATM
Family
Mother

{Through the Looking Glass}
Eye Color
His eyes are a deep, dark blue, almost black, and seem to shift like the ocean.
Hair Color
His hair is a strawberry blonde color, with even his eyebrows and eyelashes being blonde.
Weight and Height
He is only 5' 6", and is somewhere in between compact and lanky. He doesn't look strong at all, but in fact is very strong.
Clothing choice/Style
He wears a solid purple T-sirt, and dark blue jeans with a hole in one knee. He has a tiny necklace of orange, black and white beads on his neck, and wears all black tennis shoes.
Tattoos or piercings
None