Change (Fantasy R.P.- Open, in NEED of MEMERS)

[apricity]

(Woah)

[night freak]

Name-Akemi
Nickname- (If any)
Gender-female
Age-15
Blood- (Choose some sort of mythical creature to be part of your characters blood)Elf
Personality- (This and History can be R.P.-ed out.)Akemi personality is based on who she is with so it could change when she is with a different person. She doesn't know who she really is. She may act strong but really she is suffering cause she blames herself for everything bad that has happen to her.
Looks- (Can be picture or description, I'll accept both )http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn13/flarethezammarian/anime-girl-1-1.jpg&imgrefurl=http://www.gaiaonline.com/forum/barton-town/stalking-the-night-closed/t.58919155/&usg=__0KATenB1qApqdloEOtTXHyaPltc=&h=638&w=850&sz=74&hl=en&start=45&zoom=1&tbnid=AZvRhbLIWMA7FM:&tbnh=121&tbnw=164&prev=/images%3Fq%3D16%2Byear%2Bold%2Banime%2Bgirl%26hl%3Den%26biw%3D1276%26bih%3D569%26gbv%3D2%26tbs%3Disch:1&itbs=1&iact=hc&vpx=741&vpy=264&dur=1281&hovh=194&hovw=259&tx=116&ty=119&ei=DBDSTNKyL8mVnAeevuwJ&oei=uw_STPKPKYOClAfytpC8Dg&esq=11&page=3&ndsp=23&ved=1t:429,r:12,s:45Other-Some staples are used in surgery.
Extra- (This is to be used for creatures you chose that may need explaining. ex. Moon Fairy- Encase you didn't know, a Moon Fairy is deadly beautiful. One note of her voice, not unlike a siren, is hypnotic. The wings of a moon fairy glow a soft lavender color, and they're veined with a slightly deeper, sparkling violet.)Elfs are really good at fighting and using weapons .Their beautiful ,but not as much as the moon fairy . Their dances are graceful but its rare to see. They are the same size and normal humans. Elfs can control all four of the elements and can also put her spirt in plants to find people and things. They have keen sences they can easly be controled if you know their weekness.

(( i'll post two more tomorrow))

[tide.]

Name-Akemi
Nickname- (If any)
Gender-female
Age-16
Blood- (Choose some sort of mythical creature to be part of your characters blood)elf
Personality- (This and History can be R.P.-ed out.)it changes all the time you will propbly know her real personality
History-she never talks about it
Looks- (Can be picture or description, I'll accept both )Other-she knows how to do all dances and is vary well st singing but she wont dance or sinf in front of people
Extra- (This is to be used for creatures you chose that may need explaining. ex. Moon Fairy- Incase you didn't know, a Moon Fairy is deadly beautiful. One note of her voice, not unlike a siren, is hypnotic. The wings of a moon fairy glow a soft lavender color, and they're veined with a slightly deeper, sparkling violet.)elfs are really go at fighting and their beautiful but not as much as the moon fairy . Their dances are worth the chance of getting killed.

(( i'll post two more tomorrow))

(For one thing, your grammar/spelling is unacceptable. For another, you clearly didn't read my rules. Go back and read them. Not to mention, your picture isn't showing up... and that's why I prefer descriptions.)

[night freak]

Name-Akira
Nickname- (If any)
Gender-male
Age-14
Blood- (Choose some sort of mythical creature to be part of your characters blood)Dragon
Personality- (This and History can be R.P.-ed out.)will be R.P-ed out
History-Also will be R.P-ed out.
Looks- (Can be picture or description, I'll accept both )http://www.cutehotguys.com/8765-1/Melancholy+anime+guys+_3_.jpgOther-
Extra- (This is to be used for creatures you chose that may need explaining. ex. Moon Fairy- Incase you didn't know, a Moon Fairy is deadly beautiful. One note of her voice, not unlike a siren, is hypnotic. The wings of a moon fairy glow a soft lavender color, and they're veined with a slightly deeper, sparkling violet.)

Name-Goro
Nickname- (If any)Gab
Gender-male
Age-12
Blood- (Choose some sort of mythical creature to be part of your characters blood)New Jersey Devil
Personality- (This and History can be R.P.-ed out.)He will do anything to make people smile even if it means he has to be inmature .
History- He's mom left him in the park after he was born to die . A old lady found him and took him as her son ,but when he was five she had a stroke and died.
Looks- (Can be picture or description, I'll accept both )http://m275.photobucket.com/image/smiling%20anime%20boy/jollo_bucket/Anime-Boy-1.jpg.html?src=www
Other-The first known stapler was hand maded for King Louis IV.
Extra- (This is to be used for creatures you chose that may need explaining. ex. Moon Fairy- Incase you didn't know, a Moon Fairy is deadly beautiful. One note of her voice, not unlike a siren, is hypnotic. The wings of a moon fairy glow a soft lavender color, and they're veined with a slightly deeper, sparkling violet.)http://animal.discovery.com/tv/lost-tapes/jersey-devil/images/jersey-devil.jpg

[night freak]

(( I think I fix what was wrong in my frist form for Akemi.))

[tide.]

(It was, thanks. You can begin whenever you're ready.)

[Đɛαŧħғαƀℓɛ]

{{ Sorry, been busy with school. Weekend now I haz my freedums! This is my intro }}

Jasper had his hands stuffed deep in the pockets of his exceptionally baggy pants. His head was down, shaded by his cap, as he walked towards the safe house. He could not bare the heat as he felt the sweat on his body under the heavy clothing which he wore. Jasper could feel the eyes burning through the clothes, staring at him. Though they were well hidden, his canine ears, bent back against his head under the cap, could hear every snicker, every negative remark about him. He felt a low growl form in his throat, the drive to lung at the insensitive people and bystanders. His growing canine teeth, aching as they outgrew his human teeth, were clenched together. He as sweating like a pig as he resisted his desire to kill. Jasper withdrew his right hand from his pocket and turned it palm up. He curled it into a fist, his veins now visible and violet. He shut his eyes for a moment, feeling the creatures blood as it coursed through his bloodstream, claiming its dominance over his native cells. He lifted his head, feeling that he was near his intended destination, due to the suddenly large amount of shade. It was true; there it was. The safe house was no more than a couple feet from him. In fact, he stood nearly in front of the door now.
The safe house was no more than a little wooden home near the border of the city and woods. It was where he would go when he could get away from the King in Black. It wasn't forever, he knew that, so he had to use his time wisely.

Jasper entered the small log-house and sat on the broken-down loveseat. It was extremely worn out and in bad condition. The thing was covered in dust and signs of aging. He bent down, rubbing his fingers against his ankle, just under the metal anklet with which the King in Black could track and call for him.
"You have two choices," the man had said to him. "Either I allow you to leave and be among the humans, and be free, or, you may choose to keep your residence here and allow me to study you more and do as I want with you. It doesn't matter what you choose, Jasper, because you cannot prevent the full transformation of the beast that slowly grows inside you. You'll never really be free. Go, go out into the world, tell them about me, but think, who would want to help you when you look the way you look, let alone who will let you come within inches from them without trying to take your life. You'll always be living in hiding Jasper; and, you will never be accepted as one of them ever again. You never were to begin with. You were a street boy when I found you. Rescued you."
Jasper's chested heaved as he took a breath in. He remembered the choices well. One hand was pointed to the wide open door, the other held the silver anklet which he now wore around his ankle.

Jasper finally sat back up, taking his cap off and slipping off his baggy cargos, and, in an instant a large brown and black came from behind him, a pair of pointed brown ears sat up on his dark brown hair. He didn't seem to notice, only that the breeze felt cool against his bare legs and his forehead. He removed his t-shirt and flung it to the corner. Never had he felt to released.
He had just start to cool himself off and became quite comfortable when a painful shock was emitted form the anklet. He cursed out in pain, already starting for his clothes. Jasper had gathered his things quicker than usual and exited out into the unforgiving world once more. It was time to return to him. He walked down the sidewalk, hoping that his urges would be as painless as possible. After all, it was a long way back.

[tide.]

(Nice intro ^^)

Jordan slipped down the street silently, heading towards the very same safe-house as Jasper, knowing that some safety would suddenly be nice. She had just passed the alley where the two others were hiding; she had known of them the entire time. She had been waiting for them to come to her, but they never did... With this in mind, she wandered to the safe-house. "Back to December all the time..." She had heard those words blasting on the radio of a passing car... she did go back to December all the time. That was the fateful month of the King in Black... that horrid day... She shook her head to clear it. Why? Why had she given in? All her will had left her. Every ounce of her human will was gone... Now it was being replaced with something else, something that wasn't hers, nor should it be. She suddenly felt a hard, smooth surface in her pocket. She was alarmed, but she grabbed the surface. Jordan was surprised when she pulled out... a green heart. Perfectly carved, perfectly smooth, shining in the dim moonlight. She was so consumed by it, she forgot to ask herself why, or, a better question, how, the heck it had gotten there. There were engravings on the back, she could feel the slight dips of the rock. She turned it over and ran her hand over the word: ˩σʌɛ Ғιи∂ƨ α ωαʏ. 'Jove findz a way'? No... Love Finds A Way... Huh. Her thoughts escaped into the cold winter air, and, with a chill, it began to snow. Street lights lit her way, and she traveled all the faster towards the cabin.

[Đɛαŧħғαƀℓɛ]

{{ n_n thanks. Intro- check }}

Jasper had started to walk up the hill, which was the route he took back to his prison when a familiar face was recognized among the small crowd of moonlighters. He paused in his steps, rewinding the scene in his mind from before the familiar person walked passed him. It struck him finally. It was a girl whom he knew from the dark room.He wasn't entirely positive it was her for he had never caught a good glimpse of her from the dimly lightened room. She was like him, that he was sure of. With his new sight and senses he could see the slightly indication of something covered up underneath her top. He knew they were wings. The scent that came from her was not avian, she could not have been the child with phoenix or angel blood. The only other non-feathered winged creature whose blood was ingested by a girl was fairy girl. The only such girl he recalled went by the name Jamie, or, was it Jordan? Yes, that was surely to have been her! Jasper spun around, watching as the girl's back was to him as she walked to opposite direction from whence he came from. He examined as she removed her hand from her pocket and held in her palm something that seemed smooth. He noticed a small reflection from the moonlight as it hit the object that she held.
Suddenly, he winced. Something cold had touched the skin of his arm. He hated the cold, though the blood that ran through his veins kept him warm. Before he knew it, small white flakes began to cry down from the gray, thin clouds. He bent his head to look at the dandruff-like element which rained down as if in slow motion. Jasper remembered his reason for turning his back to him, but when he looked forward she seemed nearly halfway down the block. He went after her, calling her name only once when he was close enough. The King in Black could wait. He had not had a single conversation with someone who didn't ruin his life in nearly a year.

{{ Attempt to interact- check XD }}

[tide.]

The faint sound of her name rang in her head, and she turned to see a boy coming towards her... he seemed vaguely familiar in some way... Then it came to her: He was the one who had been next to her in that awful room... His face. She never forgot a face. With that thought in mind, she waited for the boy to catch up. While she waited, she tried to think of his name... It was j-something... Jas... Jasper! She felt relieved that she wouldn't be caught in an awkward silence trying to remember someone's name. Those were always the worst silences. She wandered toward, him, and there was a searing pain in her temples. She was so close to sinking to her knees that she lost her balance, but quickly regained it. She shook her head to clear it once again and kept going. She knew what had just happened, but she refused to believe it or acknowledge it. This whole thing was just a bad dream... just a dream...