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[auroraphoenix]

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Name ;; Caitlyn Marie Carr

Age ;; eighteen
Gender ;; female
Personality ;; +warm, +cute, +polite,
+loyal, +loving, +kind,-socially awkward, -shy, -quiet
Crush ;; N / A

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Story of My Life
Born in Kennebunkport, Maine, this girly has always been the sweet, caring one. Until she was moved somewhere else, without warning.. Nevertheless, Caitlyn always was shy and quiet, and helpful. Healing people was her power; she was born with it. However, being jumpy as well never really helps. Caitlyn's either being quiet, or being jumpy as a deer. Her personality is quite fragile ; break her and you'll never hear the end of it. Using her own herbs to heal- that's both her strength and weakness. She has the ability to heal - and to kill if someone is hurt too much. But Caitlyn's genuine heart is what keeps her sane most of the time in this godforsaken place..unless something goes wrong.

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{sorry; it'll look better on a forum. this is the healing}

[Make_a__Scene]

« Basic Info »
power:: Darkness
name:: Sandy "ShadowMan" Alerteyes
gender:: Male
age:: Appears late teens to early 20s

"I suppose you've noticed my paint? Of course. How could you not? Nevermind my hazel eyes and dirty blonde hair. I know you're focusing on the one thing that outwardly marks my subhumanity. Don't worry; I don't blame you. I put it there to remind myself of what I am. The curse that accompanies my gift. If that's what we're going to call it. I've had these powers for as long as I can remember. I might as well have been blind for the first couple years of my life, because I was constantly enveloped in the shadows I've now come to control. I've been alone for as long as I've been alive, but I know there are other people out there. I'm sure they're not like me. I could never create things like these buildings I live in and these artifacts I plunder. All I know is how to destroy, rob the world of light.

"We are not clean, we are not pure, we will not rest until we're sure.
So, rob your pretty little eyes of sleep's disguise."

I’m increasingly aware I’ve been painting things in gray,
I’m increasingly alarmed by the pain,
I’m increasingly alive to every cloud up in the sky,
I’m increasingly afraid it’s going to rain.

[snowshoe.]

[ John Blake ] - [ male ♂ ] - [ seventeen ] - [ the sweetheart ]

at first sight →

[ n a m e ] John Blake
[ n i c k n a m e ] Johnny. Maybe.
[ a g e ] Twenty. [20]
[ b i r t h ] John was born on December 15th, in the Bronx area of New York City.
[ g e n d e r ] Male.



you're beautiful →

[ p h y s i c a l ][ a p p e a r a n c e ] For the most part, John has the charming physique of an overgrown puppy. His meagre eating habits combined with his usual running routine has allowed for him to build some lean muscle, but he has no bulk or fat to speak of. When added to his large six-foot stature, he really makes for quite the sight.

In regards to his other traits, John bears a close resemblance to his father, much to his dismay. His dark coffee brown hair is cropped short most of the time, though lately he's been letting it grow out and become a little more disheveled. He has a hard jawline, thin pale lips, and very bright, watchful hazel eyes. His skin has always kept a decent tan during the summer, but during the winter his complexion turns considerably more pale. He's never really cared either way.

As for his body modifications and other distinguishing marks, John has more than probably is permitted at the workplace: he strongly believes that if indeed one's body is a temple, decorations are most certainly in order. He has many tattoos of varying size and colour covering his chest and shoulders, ranging from a small sketch of a skull to a lotus flower on his forearm. None of them really stand out while he's wearing his uniform, though a few might peek out from under his neck collar. He has three small rings adorning his ear, and a small piercing through his eyebrow as well. As for marks of... a different nature, John also has more than most. Scars litter most of his body, not covering his skin, but definitely enough to be noticeable. The most prominent are a circular burn on his collarbone, a few deep scratches close to his right wrist, and a very thin, vertical white scar that cuts into the corner of his bottom lip to the centre of his chin. The rest of them are smaller or in more inconspicuous places.

John has given up trying to hide the marks, but if he sees someone staring at them for too long he quickly becomes uneasy.

[ e y e ][ c o l o r ] John's eyes are bright hazel, constantly expressive and swirling with emotion.
[ h a i r ][ c o l o r ] Deep coffee brown, and usually more than a little disheveled. He used to keep his hair very short, but recently he's allowed it to grow out a little and get in front of his eyes.
[ e t h n i c i t y ] Caucasian, from the U.S.A.
[ h e i g h t ] 6 ft. 0 in.
[ w e i g h ] 120 lbs


under your skin →

[ p e r s o n a l i t y ] Despite his unfortunate past, John actually managed to turn out to be one of the nicer people in this world. He's kind to nearly anybody and anyone, with the sort of easygoing humor that makes him impossible not to love.

He's pretty weird, though, at least it seems so to a few. He'll try to get along with the meanest of the crowd, and always try to be understanding of them, even if there is nothing to understand. He smiles when he can and likes to talk, about anything. He'll go on for hours on a subject that he's never even heard about before, just because anything unknown is interesting to him. He's opinionated, silly, playful... sounds like a rambunctious five-year old, except without any of the temper tantrums. He's doesn't even realize that it seems like his mind is stuck thirteen years back. He doesn't even get why it should be any different, or why people hurt each other. He's blissfully naive.

Naive, and a dreadful dreamer. After all, nobody can be on hyperdrive all the time, right? He drifts off more easily than most people breathe. John can't even help, it really. Nearly failed kindergarten because of it. Sure, he was smart and all, but when it came to sitting through a lecture, or something he couldn't be engaged in... his mind would wonder off just like that.

Along with all his niceness and daydreaming, Johnny sometimes lets his mouth slip. As in, he may tease a bit too much on occaision. He doesn't mean anything by it, of course he doesn't, but it's just how he views the world. By pointing out the fun in everything, and laughing at himself and others, his jokes usually brighten up the mood. He always knows when he's gone too far, and does try to patch things up if he's gone overboard. He's pretty good at reading people that way.
[ l o v e s ] Children, baking, swimming while it rains, running, happy people, the ocean, small apartments, comfort food, peaches, and card-games.
[ h a t e s ] Arrogance, bullies, violent drunks, rude people, liars, feeling powerless, stereotypes, and his father.
[ f a m i l y ]
Thompson Blake - Father
Meredith Blake - Mother


like clockwork →

[ f l a w s ] John isn't very good at trusting people with his feelings or secrets, never has been. He often keeps thing bottled up inside, which leads to him breaking down from time to time.
[ p o w e r ] Water bending


where is the love? →

[ c r u s h ] None as of yet.
[ o r i e n t a t i o n ] Bisexual.
[ s t a t u s ] Single

Skeleton created by light. All credits go to her.

[avanhellica]

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name ▶ erasmus silvers nickname ▶ raz
gender ▶ male age ▶ eighteen rank ▶ the teleporter

traits ▶ cunning, temperamental, quiet, self-sufficient,
loyal, detached, difficult

height ▶ 6 ft weight ▶ 153 lbs hair color ▶ blue eye color ▶ grey

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A relationship with Raz is always complicated, as it is practically a series of extremes. He can be downright moody for no apparent reason. He's possessive and jealous but on the other hand, he is extremely loyal. If he sees someone being picked on, he'll step in to help or say something. But what's unusual is that he's fairly quiet, otherwise. Raz prefers to be alone. He just doesn't ever seem to have the energy, the time, or the urge to want to talk with people. He finds it, for the most part, troublesome and tiring. Raz is always tired and if it's not obvious from the dark circles under his eyes, it's in his voice. His tone is constantly sleepy-sounding, as if he's just waking up. Mainly it's because of his insomnia problem, which he's had ever since he was little.

Raz has an excellent memory and combined with the inability to let things go, he can hold a grudge against someone who did him harm for quite some time, maybe even forever. In fact he rarely, if never, forgives and forgets. Fortunately, he doesn't just remember the pain people cause him. Any kind of selfless gesture done to Raz, and you will have gained his trust and respect which is extremely important to him. Normally he is very wary about trusting people. A person needs to gradually gain his trust and once the "trust tests" are complete he will love deeply and intensely, in a romantic way or not. His loyalty is endless and while he might not act like he's truly there, he is. This is because he presents a cool, detached and unemotional air to the world. But lying underneath is a tremendous power, extreme strength, and intense passion.

When Raz isn't busy being antisocial; he's plotting. Being a teleporter has proved to make many situations more interesting for the young teenager and despite his seemingly uptight attitude; he's a jokester at heart. If you do manage to get him to start talking, you'll find that he loves to tease people and he enjoys messing with them, just to the point where they get mad.

[eli ayase]

Whoever wants to start can make the first post uvu we are starting off with them all spotting a huge beacon coming from the center of the dome, and all the tees follow it}}

[blackbird.]

>> I guess I'll start, since it seems no one else has posted yet. <<

F R A N K . C A S T L E
"I'm the invisible man. Incredible how you can see right through me."
eighteen years old | invisibility | tagged - no one
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Frank took another hesitant step forward and his eyes darted all around him. Every second he asked himself if it was the right decision to leave. He never left his home before. The fence was always there, the walls always so high. He subconsciously rubbed his left hip, where there was a scar from the time he had tried to climb over the fence that locked him in. He had made it halfway up the fence before he slipped and fell. He had to nurse the wound all by himself and it hurt for weeks. He vowed never to try to climb over again, and he had kept his vow. But he never said anything about leaving.

Frank knew that eventually someone would find out he left when he didn't take his food for days. Sometimes he skipped the food left outside the gate and he went on leftovers from the day before, but he never went more than three days without taking his food. He assumed it was his parents who left the food there, since he never really cared who it was. Whoever it was didn't want to see him, so he, in turn, didn't want to be seen. It never occurred to him that this person left the gate open every time they left food there. The last time he checked was when he was fourteen, but that was four years ago. But one day he noticed the lock wasn't there. He waited for a week, and there was never any lock on the gate. So one day, he decided to leave. And that day was the day. He turned invisible, opened the gate and walked out.

That was how he ended up wandering the streets with just the clothes on his back and the small bag filled with some of his belongings. Looking around at the area around him, something quickly caught his eye. A beacon. He thought about it for a while. Something so prominent would attract attention to himself, but he was curious to know what it was about. He hadn't been curious about anything in a while, he realised. Besides, he could always turn invisible and disappear as quickly as he was spotted. Finally deciding, he began to make his way to the beacon.

[auroraphoenix]

Caitlyn Marie
"IF you let me help, I will."

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Caitlyn snuck out onto the bright lighted streets, her head jerking in all directions. This had never, ever been her thing. This was so ... sneaky. Caitlyn hurried towards something that she had seen, and it seemed like others had seen it too. She darted across the street to the field that laid ahead, where some thing had landed. As the girl approached the area, she caught sight of a boy. Perhaps he had seen it too, and was wondering what it was. But following it? That was bizarre. It was as if she were attracted to it. Cait tried to sneak up as quietly as possible, but she tripped over a branch on the grand and fell face forward. Landing on her hands an knees, pain shot through her body. The girl stood up, examining her hands. Blood. Perfect, how could someone possible bleed? Closing her eyes, Cait sensed some nice herbs nearby, but made herself continue towards the area where something had landed. Cait's eyes widened as she saw what it was . The beacon... it had arrived. She allowed herself to step closer, but also kept her distance. Something was telling her she should stay a good distance away.

A few years ago, Caitlyn had discovered she could do something many others couldn't. She could heal herself without any bandaids. But with something else, herbs. It was unusual.. for someone of that age to be able to do something like that. Caitlyn didn't really understand it then, and she still doesn't. Yet, her power had seemed to grow even stronger.

[eli ayase]

M I N U E T

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Minuet rummaged through a garbage can, looking for some trinkets to practice with. Practice what, you may
ask? Minuet discovered, while living out here alone, that she could mimic powers or elements. If she saw fire,
she could create a small blaze. If she saw water, she could have water appear in between her palms. Minuet
took advantage of this power and practiced whenever she could. But it was dark now, and Minuet couldn't see,
and she cut her hand on something sharp in the bin. Damn it! She cursed, looking at her hand. She saw the
red reflection in her blood of an extremely bright light, beaming down from the top of the dome. A beacon.
Well, she could either bleed her hand out, or follow the beacon and hope for some antibiotics. So she did just
that.

When she arrived, she ducked under a pile of garbage cans and pulled her hair up into a messy bun. She wasn't
going to let her hair get in the way. Slowly, she looked around and when she saw no one, she stood up and
walked over to the beacon. It was magnificent, a blue-white light, thick, and yet, not blinding. Gently, she
stuck her hand in and color erupted everywhere, different colors of orange and red and yellow. Startled, the
red head fell backwards and shuffled back, her eyes wide.


{oh god guys this reminds me of the scene from brother bear xD}

[Make_a__Scene]

|I'm working on a reply. Have it posted later today.||

[anxiety).]

⚜ Ｋｉｎｇｓｔｏｎ Ｃａｈｉｌｌ
• Nickname: Iyana • Female • Superspeed • Doing: Walking towards the Beacon • Tagged: Anyone at the beacon • Crush: N/a •

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The darkness of the night had taken over the bright blueness of the sky, signalling Kingston to do her usual evening patrol. As much as she loves to run, she has to walk so she doesn't go around the whole dome in a minute, and so she can be able to see things she may want to explore and check out. Though she likes her evening walks, she would prefer to lay in her homemade bed and wonder what it would be like if there were others stuck in the dome with her. Not a whole town to fill every single rotting house around, but just a few to keep company. Iyana put on her boots and grabbed her knife she made out of metal and wood before walking outside and slammed her crooked door shut. She grabbed the lantern that lit her front 'porch', which was really just some uneven slabs of wood she put in front of her door. The 18 year old girl sighed before walking of into the night, watching the houses closely for any movement.
About halfway through her walk, she noticed the beacon the was often off was producing a bright light. Curious, she ran there. Everything went by in a blur. Her knee got grazed by a nail poking out of an empty box, causing pain to take over her leg. But, she kept running. Within a few seconds, she was standing in front of the tall building. Kingston had been to the beacon multiple times, but had yet to figure out how to turn the beacon on so she didn't have to bring her heavy lantern whenever she went out at night. She turned her head and observed the area, jumping when she saw another girl- around her age- standing on the other side. Kingston clenched her teeth and tightened her grip onto her lamp to avoid freaking out. She's not really there, you're just going crazy. she thought to herself, taking a deep breath.