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

[Phantom Lilith]

::Ivory Ann Dark:: Nineteen :: Single :: Necromancer (with amnesia) :: In Jamestown
Ivory climbed the steps cautiously. She couldn't help but stare upward at the huge marble building's exterior. Two pillars held up a small balcony on the second floor. She could only see one person reading in a chair, enjoying the morning sunshine. This part of town was almost empty and deserted. She could only see two other people either walking into the building or on the street. A older women walked down the street with her dog on a leash. The other was a blonde-haired boy. "Interesting," she mumbled. He appeared to be just as lost as she was, which must've been impossible because amnesia wasn't common.[/center]

Just reposting so I don't lose it...

[center]::Rose Jane Tyler:: 16 :: Complicated :: Mesmer :: Rebel Camp ::
"That's a very nice name," RJ complimented, "It's interesting." She smiled. She felt terrible, but she doesn't remember names very well. She usually recognized people by the powers they had, the rank they had, or the job the had. It wasn't helpful. She watched as Murphy walked over and stood to eat his food. "You can sit here," she said to the guy, scooting over on the log to leave extra room.


::Ericson Jonathon Lee Jackson: 16 :: Single :: Powerless :: Coffee Shop Central Mysery ::
Eric had no idea that his behavior was unusual. He was watched so often by his father, myserians, and more, that he just assumed it was something everyone was used to. He began to wonder why the girl sent him an uncomfortable look. He took a moment to search the newspaper for a interesting article or story. There wasn't much that he didn't know. As king, his father had to be aware of all that happened in the country. Well, accept the small-town stories, which Eric enjoyed. Unfortunately there weren't many in today's paper.

[Birdsie]

17 | Pifler| Ozzy | In the Rebel Camp

"Riight..." He responded, knitting his brows. Something about that name seemed familiar, like he already knew it. He shrugged and turned towards the dancing boy. He didn't know his name, maybe it was Trisa too? He shook his head before turning back to the girl. "Do you know how to dance?" He asked curiously. Perhaps instead of working all day she would rather do something fun and sociable. Not that he wanted to, but being a gentleman is always key.

19 | Empath | Christopher Storms| In Jamestown

Tilting his head to the side, Chris tried to hide a disbelieving look from his face but probably failed. He shrugged the feeling that she was lying away. What reason would she have to lie anyway? Surely there was nothing TO hide? He let the feeling of discomfort fall like a rock into the bottom of his stomach. "Oh. I rather like the crowds, sometimes. Enough space to hide and the people are friendly." With a small sigh he gave her a half-smile.

17 | Healer | Xylina | In the Rebel Camp

"Oh," Xylina said, a pink blush forming on her cheeks. She batted her eyelashes in that cute-innocent way, before speaking again. "Th-thank-you." She grinned before looking over at the dancing boy with a giggle. "I kind of don't want him to sit down." She said between chuckles.

Ack. Sorry fro such crappy, short posts. I've had a looong day. Taking care of new puppy is a lot harder than I thought.

[jules_]

Quinn Leon l 18 l Necromancer l Jamestown

A strange look flickered over the boy's face, but Quin couldn't decipher the emotion. However, the half-smile led her to the conclusion that he didn't quite believe her. Which was okay, as long as he didn't try and follow up on that suspicion. "People are friendly? I might have to disagree with you on that one. Sure, people here are kind enough, but the farther out you go, the same couldn't be said for them." she replied, tucking a wayward strand of hair behind her ear.

[Ephraim]

Eren Xen : 15 : Vervex : Central Mysery Library

As Eren marveled at the huge marble presence of the library, he finally noticed that the streets here were fairly deserted. I guess nobody likes books anymore... He thought sadly. He loved to read. It was his escape, what allowed him to resist the brainwashing of the government inside that "school". It was then he finally noticed another person climbing the clear, marble steps, someone who looked to be a fellow teen, and very lost, just like himself. He decided to see if she would be kind enough to help him at all. "Excuse me, but I'm lost. Is there anyway you could help me find my way?" Walking over as he said that, he smiled happily, hoping she would help him.

[Phantom Lilith]

::Ivory Ann Dark:: Nineteen :: Single :: Necromancer (with amnesia) :: In Jamestown
Once she realized the man was speaking to her, she just stared. Who was this man? Did he know her? Wait,she thought. He wouldn't be calling her ma'am if he did. She turned more in his direction. She wasn't sure how to answer his question. She blue dark strands of hair from her face with her breath. "Well, actually, I'm not sure I can. What are you trying to find?"[/center]

Bri, I'll wait until Murph's post to reply with RJ

Just reposting so I don't lose it...

[center]::Rose Jane Tyler:: 16 :: Complicated :: Mesmer :: Rebel Camp ::
"That's a very nice name," RJ complimented, "It's interesting." She smiled. She felt terrible, but she doesn't remember names very well. She usually recognized people by the powers they had, the rank they had, or the job the had. It wasn't helpful. She watched as Murphy walked over and stood to eat his food. "You can sit here," she said to the guy, scooting over on the log to leave extra room.


::Ericson Jonathon Lee Jackson: 16 :: Single :: Powerless :: Coffee Shop Central Mysery ::
Eric had no idea that his behavior was unusual. He was watched so often by his father, myserians, and more, that he just assumed it was something everyone was used to. He began to wonder why the girl sent him an uncomfortable look. He took a moment to search the newspaper for a interesting article or story. There wasn't much that he didn't know. As king, his father had to be aware of all that happened in the country. Well, accept the small-town stories, which Eric enjoyed. Unfortunately there weren't many in today's paper.

[KAZ2Y5WinchesterBaby]

:: Murphy MacManus :: 21 :: Single :: Shape-Shifter :: Rebel Camp

Stopping in his little happy food dance, Murphy looked at RJ. "Well thank you very much," Walking over to to RJ and the other girl, who's name once again slipped his mind. Lina? Xlana? He was horrible and felt horrible for forgetting. He turned slightly to face the two girls. "And how are you ladies this morning?" Murph realized he was in a rather good mood considering the lack of sleep he had gotten. Must have had something to do with the wonderful food they were offered this morning. Taking a glance back at Ozzy and Trisa and smiled taking another small bite of his little sandwich before turning in his seat to focus on the two girls in front of him. Oh how lucky he was to be sitting next to two beautiful women on a wonderful morning. 'Wow I am in a good mood today' He thought to himself as he took another bite of the food.

[goranski.]

Stormie:: 19 :: Single:: Seer [size=50]~TheSandwichVendor~

{One the surface}

• Full name
  
  • Stormie Mist Gray (I know its kinda depressing)
• Nickname(s)
  
  • Stormie, Storm, Gray (many use this)
• Gender
  
  • Female
• Age
  
  • 19
• Powers
  
  • Shes a seer
• War Side
  
  • Rebel
• Ranking
  
  • Soldier

{Something you just can't see}

• Personality
  
  • Stormie is a bit irritable, especially when she can't see others pasts. She much prefers pasts then the future, although enjoying both. Stormie can be sarcastic, crass, however when you know her shes a rather enjoyable person. She is very romantic and has a bit of empathy for people who have a similar past to her. She has a decent knowledge of healer magic. She is spiteful, and enjoys playing pranks. Stormie likes to be nosy, say smart-alec things, flirt, and see others past. She hates spiders, and strangers who even think to touch her, causing her to remember her dark past. She also hates it when people spell her name as "Stormy".
• History
  
  • Wip but I know her sister was kidnapped
• Crush
  
  • Not yet
• Family

[*Parents lost, sister also lost, probably dead, no living relatives other then the chance her sister is alive. (If anyone wants to play her sister to advance the story later on I'm cool with that)[/list]

{Through the Looking Glass}

• Eye Color
  
  • Light grey, with a tint of blue.
• Hair Color
  
  • Her hair is also grey, but more of a grey-white, rolling gently off her shoulders as she has medium height hair.
• Weight and Height
  
  • Stormie is tall, just a bit skinnier then average weight.
• Clothing choice/Style
  
  • She likes wearing pale blue or grey outfits, usually consisting of a drapy white shirt, with pale blue jeans.
• Tattoos or piercings
  She has the mark and a small blue simplistic bird on the back of her shoulder.
  
  • Other?

[/size] No clue, I suppose she has pale moon-white skin. (sorry I've always wanted to use that in a description XD )

[Birdsie]

Accepted, unless Sam says otherwise.

19 | Empath | Christopher Storms| In Jamestown

Christopher gave a small chuckle and smirked. "You're probably right. I mean, what do I know?" He asked teasingly as he leaned back in his chair. Unfortunately, he leaned too far back for his chair fell from under him and they both collapsed to the ground. He let out a grunt of confusion at why a chair would do such a thing to him, and rubbed his hair back with one hand. He looked up and over the table to smile awkwardly at Quinn who probably thought he was some sort of show-offy clutz, before laughing at his own mistake.

17 | Healer | Xylina | In the Rebel Camp

Xylina's blush deepened to a dark red, and she had to duck her head to hide it. Suddenly she remembered she never fixed her hair and brushed most of the strands that were lose back behind her ear. She didn't know why she was suddenly all shy and giddy, but it felt sort of nice. Something about this guy was different, he seemed very confident and silly. She took a deep breath in when she realized he had asked the two girls a question. "Oh," she stuttered as she looked up, her cheeks still a rosy pink. She looked at RJ before looking back at the tall boy. "Good. Good, i'm good."

Is it weird for a 17-year-old to have a crush on a 21-year-old? Probably. xD

[Phantom Lilith]

::Rose Jane Tyler:: 16 :: Complicated :: Mesmer :: Rebel Camp ::
"You're welcome," she told the girl, smiling lightly. The girl seemed much happier. But for some reason, RJ didn't think it was because of the compliment. It might have had something to do with the boy sitting next to her. When Murph spoke, she gave him a shrug. "I'm feeling pretty good since I got to start the day with this breakfast." She gave him a smile too.

Just reposting so I don't lose it...

::Ivory Ann Dark:: Nineteen :: Single :: Necromancer (with amnesia) :: In Jamestown
Once she realized the man was speaking to her, she just stared. Who was this man? Did he know her? Wait,she thought. He wouldn't be calling her ma'am if he did. She turned more in his direction. She wasn't sure how to answer his question. She blue dark strands of hair from her face with her breath. "Well, actually, I'm not sure I can. What are you trying to find?"

::Ericson Jonathon Lee Jackson: 16 :: Single :: Powerless :: Coffee Shop Central Mysery ::
Eric had no idea that his behavior was unusual. He was watched so often by his father, myserians, and more, that he just assumed it was something everyone was used to. He began to wonder why the girl sent him an uncomfortable look. He took a moment to search the newspaper for a interesting article or story. There wasn't much that he didn't know. As king, his father had to be aware of all that happened in the country. Well, accept the small-town stories, which Eric enjoyed. Unfortunately there weren't many in today's paper.

[subtle fox]

17 | Pifler| Ozzy | In the Rebel Camp

"Riight..." He responded, knitting his brows. Something about that name seemed familiar, like he already knew it. He shrugged and turned towards the dancing boy. He didn't know his name, maybe it was Trisa too? He shook his head before turning back to the girl. "Do you know how to dance?" He asked curiously. Perhaps instead of working all day she would rather do something fun and sociable. Not that he wanted to, but being a gentleman is always key.

Trisa Kallen - age 18 - Rebel Camp - Shifter

Trisa paused in her sewing and frowned. Something was going on here, but she hadn't a clue as to what. "No, I don't know," she answered vaguely, mind still busy. "And I really do need to get this sewing done..." She left the sentence hanging, open to interpretation.

(sorry for the short post)