ｊｕｓｔ ａ ＦＡＹＺ - a gone-based roleplay

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Other ;;
She has a tattoo on her back that appeared when she
found her powers. She has one. Plant Manipulation,
which you can search on superpowerwiki for more info.

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Ａｖｉｓ Ｃｕｎｄｒｙ Ｔｈｏｒｎｉａ
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► full name ; ; Avis ~ Cundry ~ Thornia
► age ; ; 15
► birthdate ; ; May 16th
► sexual orientation ; ; heterosexual
► birthplace ; ; Sparta, Illinois
► powers ; ; plantlife manipulation

► friends ; ; -- tba
► accent ; ; None
► height -- weight ; ; 5'2 -- 97 lbs
► hair ; ; white, brown chunks at ends,
wavy, long
► eyes ; ; dark brown
► tattoos ; ; a dark red rose on lower arm that
appeared when she discovered her powers.
► fav. possession ; ; flowery headband

► likes ; ; beaches ; nature ; white
► dislikes ; ; country accents ; Cheetos ; people
opening doors for her
► the positive traits ; ; sweet ; considerate ; sassy
► the negative traits ; ; sugar coating ; easily stressed ; shy

Oh, hey! Look at her! You know, the girl with the white hair and brown eyes. That's my best friend. We moved here from Sparta, Illinois, where we were born and raised What's it like there? Well.. a heck of a lot colder in the winter than here. Her name is Avis Thornia. It's kinda hard to pronounce at first. I think it goes Ah-Vis Thorn-ee-uh. Well, anyway. She once told me that her parents died when she was only 12, and she had to move here to live with her aunt and uncle. They moved her to Coates, because they thought that the public school was too laid-back, they wanted a stricter place for her to continue her education.

She is how old, you ask? She's fifteen years young, two years younger than I. Avis loves to have fun, go to beaches, and she loves being out in nature. She also really likes the fresh, crisp look of the shade white, which is why she dyed her hair white. Oh, but the things that she absolutely despises? Oh my goodness, don't you dare open doors for her. No. She can do it herself. And never, EVER come near her with a country accent, or Cheetos. She had a bad experience with the snack when she was younger.. I'd rather not talk about it without her consent. What's wrong with a country accent? The tang to it, is what she says, that makes it unbearable to listen to. Don't ask me what that means, because I have no idea.

I would describe Avis to be very sweet, considerate, and sassy. She has a habit to sugarcoat things. She thinks it makes people more happy in the end, but honestly, I think it hurts them more than it helps. And you know what? Underneath all that sweetness, don't mess with her. Seriously. Don't touch her, get in her face, or provoke her when she's under stress. She becomes really rude when pressured, but you just have to learn to deal with it and make do. She often has breakdowns if work is piling too high, or she's overworking herself or she's under too much stress. When this happens, she goes totally berserk. Literally. She starts bawling her eyes out but when you go to conceal her, she turns on you like a hungry cornsnake to a dead mouse! Now, other than that, she will often come out as shy, but really, she's quite the handful if you start the conversation, like a typical 15 year young..? Did I say that right? Fifteen years young? I don't know. Nevermind.

The girl lowers her voice to a whisper. She has.. a power. To make is short and sweet, Avis can, like, control plants, I guess? Plant Manipulation, I suppose it is? It's scary because she can't control is completely yet, and she literally almost killed herself during the war. She was defending herself, shooting vines with venomous shorts into her intruders inside her house, when a vine came out of the wall and wrapped around her neck. She lived, barely. The nice thing is, though, her own powers don't hurt her. If she stabbed herself with a tree branch that she made, it would melt off within seconds and her body would heal itself. But that doesn't mean that she can heal herself from other things, only if she hurts herself with her own power. Okay, that wasn't very short, but you get the point, right?

She gasps for air, finally getting a breath after continuously speaking. Okay, whew. I'm alive. Haha! Anyways! She doesn't have any tattoos, if you're talking about from a needle and ink. But if you're talking about natural tattoos that you get when you discover a power in yourself, then yes, yes she does have a tattoo. It's a dark red rose that is on her wrist, a dark purple stem coming out of it and bright red thorns sticking out of the stem.

Ah, and now that I think about it, I didn't mention if she was really a townie or student. Avis doesn't consider herself on either side even though she's technically a student. She doesn't hate the townies, but she thinks they're way more good-natured than the students, but she admires the student's stubborn mind. During the war, she didn't fight anybody; she defended herself. Student ransack her dorm? She released a poison into the air, killing them all. Townie puts gun to her head? She strangles he or she with a vine that bursted from the ground. That's what makes her sassy. Don't mess with her, seriously. But anyways (wow, how many times am I going to keep saying anyways? ANYWAYS.), she is on neither side. She admires both sides of town and is kind to both as well.

Okay, um, yeah. That's her life story, if only she could've told it and not I. I guess it's a bummer I couldn't tell you about her Cheetos incident..

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tagged; drew, mars, mattie
location; principal's house
r. status; single
affiliation; student
p. title; evil insight
p. bars; two bar

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Marjorie turned the flow of water off and wiped her palms dry on her pants. Her movements were careful and small as she moved to the other side of the counter and leaned the small of her back against it. She knew what Drew's next move would be as he was talking, just like anyone from Maine could tell that a hurricane was coming in. Even her heart seemed to stand still as Mars was thrown against the wall by some invisible hand and Drew closed in on his prey.
creedwashereHer eyes found Mar's. Not from curiosity, not from wanting to know, but from needing to know. In those silver eyes she became a boy with only once choice left. One choice, life and death, freedom or imprisonment, that he had to make. All of this for the sake of one blonde boy sitting in the corner quietly. Mattie. In those eyes, she knew what Mars would do for his brother, exactly what he would do for him, day in and day out. If it all came down to it, would she be able to do exactly that? Could she protect the boy at all costs?
creedwashereShe shifted then, trying to resist the impulse to run up the stairs. She was crawling out of her skin. After a few heartbeats, she couldn't take it anymore. Marjorie pounded quietly up the stairs, to the room down the hall and to the left. And there he was, a twelve-year-old boy with shaggy blonde hair falling over his eyes. She sat beside him, barely reached out and touched his cheek. The coin stopped flipping and he barely glanced at her shoulder. Carefully he fell into her, leaning against her like a pillow. It was the first time he had ever touched her on his own.
creedwashereThat was when the silent tears began to fall. Marjorie knew she didn't have to see his eyes to know that he was completely innocent. He had never spoken a word to her, never touched her before this, but she loved him and his innocence. She had spent her whole life fighting for just that, for innocence. At that moment, it seemed like the war would never end.

[glazend.]

llnɟ ǝsnoɥ ɐ puɐ ƃop sıɥ ʇsnɾ sɐʍ ʇI ˙ǝuoƃ ˙ǝuoʎɹǝʌǝ -
ǝɥʇ pǝɥɔɹɐǝs puɐ 'ƃuıuunɹ sǝʇnuıɯ ㄣᔭ ɯıɥ ʞooʇ ʇı ǝɔuıs
ǝuo ʇɐ ɯooɹ ǝɥʇ ssoɹɔɐ ɹǝdɐd

ＡＶＩＳ ＴＨＯＲＮＩＡ

age fifteen
tagged xx
affiliation student
where outside of Coates
crush xx
r. status single, open
religion Christian
friends xx
enemies xx
power high/low three bar
ooc? xx

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ＹＯＵ'ＲＥ ＣＵＴＥ,
UＣＩ ＬＩＫＥ ＹＯＵ.

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littleA little flower curled around my head, it's stem slowly growing from one ear, to the other. My breathing was unsteady, and my hands were shaking as I traced over the green, smooth plant that was literally growing on me. I was currently in my dorm; if you could call it one. More than half of it was blown up in the war, and all of my belonging were either soggy, or what was left of them, ash. The least I could do was have some privacy, and after a few mishaps (my leg was torn off once, but in a matter of seconds it regenerated. then at one point I was missing a hand.), I created a wall for myself. It mostly sealed the other half of my so-called room, with long and razor sharp thorns sticking out on the outside. The wall was mostly vines and tree roots than I managed to pull up from the ground. I was too lazy to use my energy to make new roots.

littleI didn't have a door- I would have to make do with bending the plants up if I wanted to exit or get it, which was quite hard because I still couldn't control this.. mutation.. enough to put it back in the same place. First of all, I would have to mentally believe that I could do it, and force it through my hands. I could always touch the plants.. but it was way cooler to hover my hand over it. I was steadily learning to

construct plant life at a distance; maybe several yards or across a large cafeteria room, like in Coates. Large tree roots started popping out of the ground, raising me up. I pulled them up, passing the nasty, cloudy water to make a strong floor. I closed my eyes for a few minutes as I mentally pulled them up, and I reached upward, then the growing stopped as my hand touched the ceiling. I was above ground by about a foot, and there was an extra foot left above me so that I would not wack my head.

littleMy clothes were soaked, and dirty. There was a light odor to my jeans. I only wished I had a pair of clothes that weren't destroyed, or completely lost. Maybe I should get into knitting.. I thought. I looked around, thinking about if I went outside and saw another person. Would he be wounded? Foaming at the mouth? Covered in taco meat and running around screaming, "I AM A TACO!" Or would he be a normal person, maybe a townie, looking for survivors? You see, I'm not like most students. I have actual feelings, unlike Drew, or Mars. At least, not that I have witnessed. There have been those crazy rare moments when you see emotion, sadness, in Marsden's eyes, but Drew? Total wrath. I heard commotion in the school, and a chill ran down my spine. I gotta get out of here.. A little 'door' was opened through the root, and a crack and a creak was emitted through the magical, unnatural plantlife. It had been too long since I had been in the outside world, and it was terrifying. Sad. Just sad. Pitiful, even. I felt sick to my stomach; not only for the people who suffered through this war, but for the plants. Tree, big, proud trees were down throughout Worther beach, and I spotted one right across the street.

littleI leaned against the wall that slowly closed shut again, plucking off a large, three-inch bloody thorn that was next to my face. I hid my face. I kept my arm by my side, but I let my hand, palm out, move in the direction I wanted the dead, drowned roots of the tree to go. They burrowed into the grounds with little resistance, and I could feel on my skin the wet, mushy soil without touching the ground. It was.. so empowering, so.. amazing to revive a living, breathing alder and give it life. Trees have feelings, you must know. So do flowers and other plants. They're alive for goodness sakes! I lifted my hand as the trunk started rising up, bright green leaves covering the branches that did not break or get crushed, and new limbs occupied the ones that fell off or were broken. I smiled, and flower stems curled up my legs, around my waist, and little pink buds popped up on the sides of my hips. Well, it wasn't a bad thing. I kinda liked it. It was something that was mine, though freaky, other than the pink and white roses in my hair.

[grim.]

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❄tags; avis..
❄location; edges of town.
❄crush; none.
❄power; reality warping.
❄bars; three.
❄affiliation; neutral.
❄ooc; this post sucks.
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“fancy quote here.”

The town was an absolute mess. Fortunately for me my current place of residence was safe from the flood, despite being right in the center of the worst of it. The building itself was on a stone plateau of it’s own, raised so that the outer edges of the house were several inches above the water. I had managed to create the plateau several moments before the flood had struck, but now I was quite literally stranded on an island.

To be quite honest I was sick of looking at the water pooling around and destroying everything and so I felt that it was time for me to put my powers to a useful purpose for once. So I leapt off the plateau into the water, shivering as it reached to about my belly button. It was considerably deeper here in the center of town that was for sure. So I waded forwards a bit until I was sure I was standing in the middle of the street, and then I created a portal. It was one of the many thing within my capabilities, the creation of portals was very unrealistic and therefore easy for me. One portal in the pavement I linked the other to the air above the ocean. It was quite a distance and I felt the impact of it draining my energy away from me, but I had done it. The portal was beginning to act like a massive drain in a bathtub, sucking the water into it and far off in the distance I could see said water dropping into the ocean. Grumbling under my breath about my wet clothes I trudged back to the house. Inside I rifled through some clothes, pulling on a pair of dry jeans, and a black Linkin Park t-shirt.

For a while I considered staying in the confines of the house, but there were no doubt several other messes around town that needed to be cleaned up. So more grumbling and I was leaving the house, this time however I didn’t leap into the water, instead I created another portal that would drop me on the edge of town. Before I stepped through I made a note to myself to be sure to come back and close the drain portal when the water was gone, so some careless kid wouldn’t end up falling in it and dropping into the ocean for an unexpected salt bath.

Taking a deep breath I stepped through the portal, not at all expecting there to be somebody right on the other side. As I stepped free of the swirling vortex I stumbled straight into a girl. She looked about my age maybe younger, with…white hair? I stumbled backwards, nearly being sucked into the portal which I quickly dismissed with a snap of my fingers. “Argh, uh, sorry about that,” I said quietly, rubbing the back of my neck self-consciously. “I really didn’t think anyone was out here, nevermind somebody uh....fixing trees?” I raised any eyebrow curiously but quickly shrugged it off. White hair, why does she have white hair? Is she like me? Did it happen because of the FAYZ? I ruffled my own frosty hair for a second before sticking my hand out to the girl. “Uh, I’m Wynter.”

[Helmuth]

ＴＨＥ ＹＯＵＴＵＢＥＲ

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name: cassidy "cassie" preston.
age: 16 years old.
feeling: ...
tagged: jared, adam, kotka.
location: her house, van.
occupation: youtuber.
power: none.
ooc: xxx.

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At first, Cassie didn’t think she would cry. The numbness outweighed the sorrow. But when she looked at Jessi’s eyes, vacant and downright bizarre, a shutter washed through her and she cried out in shock, in pain. In pure horror. Now get this: Cassie wasn’t the type of person to go hysterical. But Jessi had grown up with her; been a sister to her. Had a million of YouTube sessions with her, being stupid together, talking about boys, stuffing themselves on Tacos. It had been a long time since they had had a Taco Tuesday. And now, more than ever, she regretted that she had shunned Jessi.

Behind her, Adam was shouting and pounding away at something and Jared had grown awfully quiet. Then, without any indication and at first believing that she wouldn’t dare cry, she found herself bursting into tears. Through a blurry-eyed vision, she watched helplessly as Kotka nudged himself under her chin. So she sat there, arms around her dog, silently crying, her mouth agape, and not able to make a sound.

After a while, she swiped her tears and wondered: where the heck was Karsten? Where was anybody? She needed… no. The only thing she needed right then was Jessica Petrova and the thought of her existence ever taking place in Cassie’s life was simply odd. Cassie stood and stumbled dazedly outside and somehow slunk into the passenger seat of the van, watching through the grimy windshield as Adam finished digging the whole.

She silently stared at him with big, red eyes as he got into the seat. She didn’t say anything, because she didn’t trust herself with words. But then recalling that there’s blood on her own kitchen floor, she set her jaw. “Are your hands ready?” She asked. Clenching her hands together in frightful fists, she added, “Because I have a full clip and I’m more than happy to take a day off.”

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name: jess marsden mccotty.
age: 17 years old.
feeling: dealing with enough.
tagged: drew, marjorie.
location: coates, cabin.
occupation: student/henchman.
power: none.
ooc: xxx.

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As Mars chewed on the leather taste in his mouth, clearly ignoring the display of dominance Drew forced on him, his eyes – the only free part of him, unaffected by the “paralysis” Drew demonstrated – ran over the walls. The little homey cabin was adorned with an array of duck heads, mounted above the chimney and the TV, with their glossy black eyes unseeing to the boldness Mars was showing. He finally looked back to Drew’s eyes and couldn’t help but let the smile show. Even if Drew had a face of an angel and quick, easygoing words, there was no doubt that Drew Henderson was a moron. The very fact that he had “companioned” Mars stated that; and then there was the fame and girls. Just like everybody with power, Drew misused it for his own luxury. And, was even ignorant enough to believe it’d stay like that. Eh, well, he would eventually learn the hard way.

After being emancipated from the paralysis, he gritted his teeth and shook off a tingling in his fingers. “You really think it’s necessary, Drew?” He spread his arms. “Look at me. I’m your Brother. Now, would a Brother ever turn against a Brother?” He laughed and, leaping, flopped onto the couch. He grabbed up the remote and wiggled himself against the plush pillows. Jaws was playing and Mars watched, pretending to be intrigued, but inwardly conscious of every move Drew made. Ultimately, the time would come when Drew realized that Mars was more useful to him dead than alive. And Mars was still waiting for that time.
But before that, he planned to strike. Before Drew came down with the hammer, he needed to avenge Mattie, himself. He wanted watch Drew Henderson take his last wretched breath. What was stopping him? He already had all of the supplies he needed stocked up. So what was stopping him? A perfect opportunity.

His silvery eyes glided up the stairs, watching as Marjorie departed from the room. Mattie was upstairs, he assumed. He wondered if he was being taken care of. What they were doing to them. Why he was so important to Drew. He yawned and stared blankly at the screen, watching as ocean foamed formed a blood bath. “Oh, yeah,” he snapped his fingers, as if recalling something important. He looked over at Drew, taking special attention to paying no heed to the muffled sobs from upstairs. Despite the clear exhaustion and wounds, Drew still had that arrogant confidence and charming smile.

“Adam Darko still hasn’t accepted any means of negotiation.” He fast forwarded the movie to the scene where Brody’s trying to lure the shark. It vaguely reminded him of his own scenario, luring Drew in to finally bring down the hatchet. He crunched on another pretzel before sinking back into the sofa. “What’s your plan? Flood tem again? But this time add some soap to make a bubble bath? I’m sure the little Indian girl would find some way to use it to her advantage. But it would be polite, after all of the blood that’s been shed.”

He laced his fingers behind his head. “Any way to slice your plan Brother, the kids at Coates are getting unruly.”” He batted his dark lashes slowly, coolly. “There’s talk of a revolution against you. Apparently pretty faces don’t last forever.” As he side stepped Drew toward the door, he gave the other boy a pitying pat on the shoulder. “Too bad, though. You were popular there for a while. And now? You’re almost nonexistent again.”

Mars’ eyes caught a child’s book, “Bing goes Boink!” on the coffee table. He smiled cruelly at Drew, knowing it was for Mattie, but using it against Drew anyway. “I have to go get some execution list ready. Sorry. I don’t want to be late.”

ＴＨＥ ＳＫＡＴＥＲ ＣＨＩＣＫ

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

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ＦＥＡＲ ＪＵＳＴ ＹＥＴ ▬▬▬▬▬

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If she could fall into Vladimoo’s arms in one of those dramatic Keira Knightly moves while not getting fried to death like a little gold fish, Hannah-Nora would’ve. Instead, figuring that the death lurking over her at the moment was enough, the Jamaican girl twitched on the ground, her limbs flailing and her cow-like tongue dangling out of her mouth like she had went down with some exotic sickness. One oer eyes rolled up into the back of her head while the other stared worriedly at him. “I think I dyin’, mon,” she panted. Lucy flopped along with her, as if trying to mimic her. Or maybe Lucy was so hyped up on the marshmallows crammed down her nostrils that she had a sugar buzz. Huh.

Hannah-Nora peeked through one of her eyes as Vladimoo examined the her wound. The blade of a sword glinted in the light. She stilled.
Oh dear.
Oh… oh dear.

She wet her lips, glancing around. Nobody seemed to notice the dying, strangled little girl on the lawn while an older boy tried to help her wounds. Her ketch up wounds, as they were. It would be soon, very soon, until the inevitable moment came upon her – like an unexpected invasion of aliens – that Vladimoo would realize that these weren’t wounds. They were McDonald’s packets spread all across her belly, staining her shirt. But you had to admit: she was a pretty good actress when it came to using ketchup.
Hannah-Nora let her head roll off to the side and her eyes flutter shut. If he thought that she was passing out, then maybe he’d grab her and haul her to some infirmary. It was just as he was slapping a pitiful bandage on her ketchupped belly when she let out a earth-shaking battle cry and, scrambling to her knees, leapt over his back while simultaneously grabbing the sword strapped to his back. Yes! YES!

“Yah!” She cheered, waving it high above her head. Children who were within earshot looked over at her and frowned. Before realizing, “hey, that’s the crazy Jamaican girl who tried to barbeque Little Billy’s pot-belly pig last week, and now she has a sword.” Drew was doomed. Now that she was finally armed – against everybody’s wishes – she would go attack Drew and extract vengeance for her family name. “DEW GONNA DIE, EVERYBADY! YA WATCH OUT, NOW, CAUZ I GONNA SLICE AND DICE!” She stumbled down the pavement and glanced over her shoulder to stick her tongue out at Vladimoo. And then she disappeared around a corner with death on her mind.

[glazend.]

llnɟ ǝsnoɥ ɐ puɐ ƃop sıɥ ʇsnɾ sɐʍ ʇI ˙ǝuoƃ ˙ǝuoʎɹǝʌǝ -
ǝɥʇ pǝɥɔɹɐǝs puɐ 'ƃuıuunɹ sǝʇnuıɯ ㄣᔭ ɯıɥ ʞooʇ ʇı ǝɔuıs
¿ʇuɐʇsıssɐ ɹǝH ˙ʎllɐɹǝʇı˥ ˙pǝɹɐǝddɐsıp ǝɥs 'sǝʎǝ sıɥ
ǝuo ʇɐ ɯooɹ ǝɥʇ ssoɹɔɐ ɹǝdɐd

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age fifteen
tagged Wynter
affiliation student
where uhhh town? Dunno
crush hmmm :D
r. status single, crushing
religion Christian?
friends xx
enemies xx
power three bar, plant manipulation
ooc? Uh huh. First reply for Avis! She's so awkward.
And awesomely obsessed. I say.. Wynvis. Or Avynter.

Quote colorWynter quote

ＹＯＵ'ＲＥ ＣＵＴＥ,
UＣＩ ＬＩＫＥ ＹＯＵ.

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I uneasily stepped back a few feet, though slowly because of the water levels, searching for little plants that needed a second chance. Then, the water started dropping, as if it was evaporating into the air. I smelled the air, and even tasted it. It wasn't thick, or at least, thicker than before. And neither was there a fog. It was confusing. There couldn't be a hole big enough to suck up all the water, and how would someone dig a hole so suddenly and effectively. Maybe it was some weird kid with superpowers, well, no, I can't call him or her a weird kid. I'm a weird kid. I have magical green fingers. I looked around, and it was like a shower plug was popped out. I was suddenly weighed down by the extra weight added to my body. I had no clean clothes. I could go scrounging around in other people's dorms or houses later, if there were any that weren't blown up. I started the slow process of wringing out my shirt and baggy jeans. It wasn't, sadly, like I was wearing those awesome overalls on Duck Dynasty. You know, where they walk through cold, deep water without getting wet? Nevermind. It was hot enough out for me to simply air dry. The grass was dead, and I grimaced. I shook my head, and held out my arms, slowly circling. Little green blades pokes through the soggy, useless mud. It wouldn't live long, but it gave color to this depressing place. Everything around me was destroyed, as well most of the trees and there were stray dogs everywhere. Even ones that looked like military animals. German Shepherds, Great Danes, Blood Hounds, and other hunting dogs were either injured or barely surviving without food.

I turned around, and I stopped to look around. Out of nowhere, literally, a guy jumped out at me. Out of air. We were so close together, I could feel his breath. I mean, we were almost nose-to-nose with eachother. I jumped backward, and the roses on my head closed up into little buds, and the buds around my waist wilted away into this awful shade of brown. "What- did you just- what--" He stuck out his hand, and smiled nervously. "I'm Wynter." Holy carp. This guy either dropped out of some plane and survived or he transported here from some alien universe. Because, that hair, was out of this world. It was heavenly. My face flushed and little red blotches formed on my cheeks. The guy, Wynter, was adorable. Or maybe it was his hair. I was immediately obsessed, so, without really caring what was going to happen, I reached up, I being quite short compared to him, and I had to stand on my toes, and caressed that sexy head of hair. After a few short moments, I quickly snapped my hand back. And oh my gosh. Those eyes. They were bright green. Amazing. Were they contacts? I didn't know then. All I knew was that he had a sexy head of hair, fantastic eyes, and a hot accent. That accent. It was from English, right? I was shameless at that moment. "I'm Avis. And you know what? I'm just going to say it. You have sexy hair. And your eyes are lovely. And your accent? I love you." My roses, all of them, immediately opened back up and showed off their light shades of pink and crisp whiteness. After a few moments of staring, I somehow snapped back to reality. "Oh! And I'm Avis." Yes, I repeated myself. I also shook his hand, a heart-shaped glint in my dark brown eyes. "Oh.. and uh.. yeah.." The I had just put my energy into fixing crashed down behind me, but I didn't bother to look back. The poor tree had it coming. "Yeah.."

"That's my dorm.. it's kinda.. outside.. and uh.. destroyed.." I pointed to a green and red mess with sword-length red daggers sticking out of it. "But yeah.." It was suddenly very awkward. "Yeah.." I was playing myself as a fool! All I could say was.. "Yeah.." I mentally strangled myself, but I turned around in time to smack away a vine that had erupted from the ground and close enough to, you guessed it, strangle me. I had to learn to keep my emotions and my power, separate. And you know what? This is the most I've ever spoken to a stranger right off the bat before. It was awesome. Sorta, kinda. Not really. I was babbling. I cleared my thorax. I felt pretty embarrassed. "I'm sorry, um, for going insane just a minute there, but it's been two days since I've seen anybody that isn't coming at me with a knife or threatening me with a gun.."

[youre_the_onlyreason]

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The Basics

Name: Erinlee Kara Taylor
Nicknames: Erin, Lee
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Nationality: Australian

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The Looks

Hair: Black
Eyes: Green
Skin Tone: Caucasian, Pale
Height: 5'4
Weight: 127

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The Background

Personality: Erinlee is a very sweet girl, but shy when you first meet her. It will take a little loosening up until she will be more herself around you. Once you do that, though, she is a very energetic, and nice girl. She loves to talk, but hates talking about herself. She loves to hear about other people, and explore them more. It is really hard to get her to talk at least 5 minutes about herself. She will always direct the conversation back to you, and your life. She also loves singing, dancing, drawing, and listening to music. Her favorite type of music is screamo. Such as: Sleeping With Sirens, Black Veil Brides, Pierce The Veil, My Chemical Romance, etc. She draws anime/manga designs.
History: She was homeschooled by her parents, and was always jealous of the Coates kids. They were rich, and popular. Her family didn't have much money, and she lived in a small, two bedroom apartment. But, she had a bunch of love from her parents and two smaller brothers. They all grew up well, but her first little brother got killed. When he was 9, he was coming home from the playground, and he got hit by a car while walking don the street. It didn't kill him immediately, but he died in the hospital. She always wears a locket with his picture in it. She even sleeps in it, so she won't loose it.
Weapon: Daggers
Power: Siren: She can manipulate her voice to be able to hypnotize people, and make them do whatever she wants. It is only a strong two-bar, because she doesn't use it often. It would get stronger if she used it more often, though.
Affiliation:Townie

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The Relationships

Crush: None
Boyfriend: None
Sexuality: Straight

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age :: sixteen
gender :: male
power :: control fire
bar level :: a mid three

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xxxxEver since the FAYZ everything changed. The walk down his street was now a duck and hide around every object you can find when you see someone ahead of you. Every now and then his life hung on a thread that dangled in front of a audience of people that held daggers or guns at his face. Hiding now just seemed to become the normal. Well, normal for him.
xxxxFeet scuffed against the hard and cracked concrete filled with water. The clinking of coins echoed through the empty, dusty air. Dylan walked down the street, keeping an eye out for any movement around him. Today he didn't feel like being jumped and stabbed to death, or being left to bleed so someone else can come along and pick at him. He also didn't feel like drowning in the water that flood the streets. Today he wanted to live, and so he looked for places where he could stay out of trouble. This lead him straight to this busted up street that had some spots of flooding, but nothing bad. He hated to walk through water though. Water is the flames worse enemy. He can barely cause a spark when it is raining. The flood that happened made him go completely insane. He lost all but one lighter which he kept in his jean pocket. His lighters meant so much to him. It was the only thing he used to create fire and control it. Without the lighters he is useless. And that is something he would rather not be.
xxxx It was about five minutes of walking down the cracked street did he figure out that he had wondered a little too far from his home, and a little too far from his comfort zone. This side of town was different from the side he used to visit. It was a lot wetter. Water was everywhere. It was like one giant pool. Dylan let out an annoyed sigh and decided to wade through the water, hoping he might not fall through a portal to hell while he did so. The thought of finding one almost made him laugh. To think that falling through a portal to hell and end up at Satan's feet was just too funny.
xxxxAs he waded through the water his eyes spotted two figures up ahead and some trees. He stopped suddenly and glanced around for any place to hide. But there was just a bunch of water. His teeth gritted together, and he let out a sigh as he pushed his glasses up. Well Dylan, looks like you are going to have to go talk to these people up a head. Good luck, and I hope they don't tear your jugular. and with that finally thought he moved over to them, trying his best not to make loud splashing noises, but that wasn't working to well. Though the splashing was loud, he could still pick their voices up. One of them said something about Wynter, and another spoke in long sentences and said yeah a lot, but that was about it.
xxxxFinally he made it near them and waved a bit. He could fully make out the faces of the two. One was a female with flowers in her, get this, white hair. Another was a man with, again, a shade of white hair. Okay, so what is up with white hair? he thought before giving a small smile. "Hey, you guys good or should I turn around while you guys give me five seconds to run before chasing me?" he asked trying to be a bit comical.

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❄tags; avis, dylan.
❄location; edges of town.
❄crush; none.
❄power; reality warping.
❄bars; three.
❄affiliation; neutral.
❄ooc; yay, awkward people!
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“ɗｏｅｓｎ’ｔ ｍａｔｔｅｒ ｉｆ ｙｏｕ’ｒｅ ｗｅａｋ. ɨｆ ｙｏｕ ｓｔｒｕｇｇｌｅ
ｈａｒｄ ｅｎｏｕｇｈ, ｙｏｕ ｃａｎ ｍａｋｅ ａ ｍｉｒａｃｌｅ ｈａｐｐｅｎ.”

Besides the white hair, the first thing I noticed about this girl was that she talked. A lot. Words tumbled out of her mouth as she struggled to form coherent sentences, stringing them together horridly with plenty of ‘yeahs, ohs, and ums’ and as I listened to her speak I couldn't stop my smirk from turning into a full blown smile. My white hair and alabaster skin completed with even whiter teeth. You could practically here the dentists clamouring about how perfect they were. The stuttering in itself was a little bit weird, but what threw me off even more was when the girl teetered on her tippy toes and began running her fingers through my soft hair. I almost recoiled at the sudden touch, but held my ground carefully, my smile never wavering for a second at the girl’s silly antics. Her fingers were light and were she not three inches from my face I probably wouldn’t even have noticed them pulling lightly through the snowy mop atop my head. The other thing impossible to miss at this proximity was the fact that she was now staring into my eyes. I supposed it was natural, even in this strange world I was an oddity, eyes too green to be natural and snow white hair. I was almost like the FAYZ version of Danny Phantom, minus the ghost powers of course. Then she was talking, rambling about my hair, my eyes, my accent, all of it. “Accent?” I mused quietly. “You’re the one with the accent.” There was a slight motion and my eyes shot to the flowery belt lashed around the girl’s waist, watching with curiosity as the tiny rosebuds bloomed and I smirked. She introduced herself as Avis, several times before shaking my hand. Her skin was warm compared to my own cool skin but I didn’t hold onto her hand for too long. It was obvious this girl was smitten, it wasn’t the first time a girl had started fawning over me like this before and I highly doubted it would be the last either. Then there was a tree behind her, wilting pathetically to the ground and I laughed. “Plant manipulation?” I guessed. It was fairly easy to assume, I mean a tree had seemed to drop lifelessly back to the ground when I had broken the girl’s concentration, plus the flowers on her waist were blooming on their own despite not having water or being rooted down.

That was her dorm? I looked in the direction she was point, a feeling of incredulousness spreading through me and I just shook my head. It didn’t look like a dorm at all, it looked like some mass murdering, sadistic Christmas tree to me. All I could see were walls of green and red. But all I said was, “Huh, some room.” There was a heavy sloshing sound coming from behind me and I craned my head around to peer at the newcomer. A boy, still some distance off was slugging his way through the slowly receding water, he wasn’t anything to worry about, at least not yet. So my attention shifted back Avis, noting the awkward vibe that seemed to be drifting off of her as if she was finally catching on to just how ridiculous she was being. My suspicion about her power was confirmed quickly though as a massive vine exploded from the dirt behind the girl and she quickly beat it down as it tried to snake it’s way around her neck. Another laugh rumbled from my body and I shook my head. Then she was clearing her throat and apologizing for being so strange. I brushed off the apology with a wave. “Don’t apologize, I haven’t seen anybody in about a week myself, so it’s understandable. Too many violent people these days, too much strife going on. Trust and communication are hard to come by these days. I wouldn’t even trust Adam as far as I could throw him, a little too shady that one. Too many secrets and that power of his doesn’t help either, that killing touch of his can spread like a plague.” I shook my head and shrugged. She probably had no idea what I was even on about, from what I could tell she was from Coates anyways.

That sloshing sound was getting closer and I finally turned to examine the newcomer fully. He quite literally looked like a cat, disliking everything about the water with a look of displeasure on his face. He had sandy brown hair, glasses, and was fairly short, taller than Avis but considerably shorter than myself. To be fairly honest this guy looked about as far from a threat as you could get. But looks were deceiving in these times, for all I knew this kid had some crazy power that could result in our untimely demises. Or not, the way he cracked a joke as he approached gave me the assurance I needed to know that he probably wasn’t going to be killing us any time soon. “I don’t think you’d get too far running through that,” I laughed back, gesturing towards the water. “You should probably get out of there; you look as though walking through that water is the worst thing to happen to you in the past month.” What was going on here? I hadn’t seen or spoken to anybody in at least a week, and now it seemed I had suddenly made two new friends. Oh well, I might as well play it out. I had been getting rather bored recently; perhaps these two would be able to shake things up a bit. I stuck my hand out to the newcomer. “Anyways I’m Wynter and this is Avis.”

[youre_the_onlyreason]

Anastasie

ana pushed out her seat, and took her plate and kyle's to the sink. she turned on the hot water, and put the plates slowly and gently under it, so they wouldn't bang against the marble sink. ana slowly reached under the sink and took out a sponge, thinking over what kyle had asked. she poured some dish soap on the sponge, and started consciously scrubbing the plates.
she honestly didn't know why the townies and students had such a big war. she didn't even know why everyone had to be classified into a group. what if you didn't want to be? would you get killed? would you be able to finally escape this wretched town?
"kyle, could you come help me dry the dishes, please?" she asked, not even looking at him, but at the tile that lined the wall. just a normal back splash, but it had so much detail, so much beauty. more than the eye could see if just a glance was cast toward it.
ana hated to admit it, but she always thought that her parents had good taste. their mother was actually a interior designer at some point before she got married. so, of course they had good style. and what with their dad being a millionare, or whatever he was, they could get practically anything they wanted.
though, they would never share it with ana. they barely shared her own brother with her. she thought he hated him, but that was all because of them. they made her think that he was terrible, because he never wanted to hang out with her, but the more time ana spent with kyle, the more she knew that kyle loved her very much.


Kyle

kyle sat for a bit, watching his sister stare off into space while doing the dishes. it looked to him like she was concentration on something, but he couldn't tell what it could be. when she asked him to help her was when he became even more confused. it seemed as if she subconsciously asked it, instead of really asking him. as though she couldn't hear herself.
kyle silently got put of the seat, and walked over to the large kitchen. he grabbed a dish towel from the linen closet in the hallway that was connected to the kitchen, and walked back into the kitchen.
he grabbed the wet, shiny glasses that she set on the granite counter tops for him to dry, and started crying them. he was smart enough to grab an extra towel that he would use if his first one got to wet.
as he dried thw glass cup that he used for dinner that last night, he watched ana more. he concentrated heavily on what she seemed to be staring at. it was the back splash. kyle had looked at it many times, but had never found it that awesome. he personally never really liked his parents' style, but it was still nice.
the glass slipped from his grasp, and fell to the floor. it shattered into many pieces, but he had luckily moved in time; whereas, ana stood there, unfazed, until kyle tapped her shoulder. "you might want to move... this glass just broke. sorry..."
he ran back into the linen closet and grabbed the broom and dust pan. when he came back, he started sweeping up the broken glass, but ana stopped him. "I have this. why don't you go out somewhere? take fifty dollars, just in case." she gently pushed him from the kitchen and he looked at her as if she were crazy.
he finally just accepted the fact that his sister had gone psycho, and ran upstairs to grab his jacket. he always got cold, no matter the weather, so he always brought a jacket with him everywhere he went. he grabbed fifty dollars, as anastasie had told him, and ran back downstairs.
he opened the front door, and slipped on his jacket.
"oh, and, kyle. it's okay."
at her accept I on to his apology, he ran out the front door, and down the steps of their house. kyle walked thought the grass to thew sidewalk, a bit fast-paced, but only because he wanted to get out of that neighborhood as fast as he could.


Erinlee

erinlee walked down the side walk, trying hard to avoid the crazy girl running around with a katana in hand. also known as hannah-nora. the most feared eleven-year-old in worther beach. supposedly, she ate her parents, and she was definantely going to kill drew, though.
erinlee knew most people, but she hadn't met a few. two of them where the darko twins. she had only heard of them from hannah and jessie, though. unfortunatly, jessie had passed since then, so adam-at least that is who she thinks it is-is now all alone.
she personally wanted to comfort him, and help him heal a bit, but she didn't know him, so it would be awkward if she did. as for the other one... what was it hannah called him? cady? no. bady? no again. moo? no. vladimoo? yes, that was it. erinlee had always found it such a strange nickname for a boy probably her own age. actually, it was a weird nickname in general. she remembered that his name was vlad, since his nickname was vladimoo.
why had hannah been so obsessed with him? what was her deal with him? actually, what was her deal with boys in general? one day, she will like one guy, the next she'll like a totally different one! erin always found hannah a strange bird, but it was cute when hannah did it. since hannah was just a little girl, it was understandable that she had a crush on every tiownir guy that was many years older than her.
erin tracked down where hannah was coming from, remembering that she had been yelling something around the corner earlier. she turned, and saw a house. the door was open, and there was a boy sitting up in the grass. there seemed to be blood on the grass beside him, and all over his hands. drinker ran up to him, concerned for a fellow conrade's health.
"a-are you o-okay? d-sid you get h-hurt?" she asked quietly, stuttering a bit from her shyness. she actually got a good look at the boy, and he had black hair, in a scene style, very pale skin, and what appeared as almost black eyes. he was actually pretty cute. she stuck her hand in her satchel that she carrid with her everywhere she went, and pulled out the first aid kit. she carried one of these with her, because she was quite clumsy, and she always needed band aids. she also found that this boy was quite a bit taller than she. then again, she was quite short for 17 years of age. she only reached to 5'4, almost 5'5, though.