[.Children.of.the.Sky.] [.Human.Semi-Lit.RP] [.OPEN.]

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[.:dragonfly:.]

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[uncloudedbyh8]

:: Form ::
Full name :: Stella White.
Gender :: Female.
Age :: 17.
Personality :: Stella is generally a reserved, quite femme who would prefer to sit alone on a rooftop with her music then at a party or gathering of more than three people. This doesn’t mean that she’s a shy person, because she has no trouble voicing her opinions; she just prefers the peaceful feeling one finds in solitude. She also dislikes violence and arguments, but she’ll do what she has to in order to ensure her survival among the city skyscrapers.
History ::

Two years ago Stella found herself alone and bleeding in a dank alleyway. She could feel the warm liquid pulsing through her veins onto the street, but her cloudy mind prevented her from all but the most vague, sluggish thoughts... Where was she? What happened? But most importantly: Who was she? A pale hand reached up to her dirty face, wiping tears away from the dark blue eyes. Around her neck hung a pair of chunky headphones, connected to a small iPod in her pocket. Sighing in pain, she glanced down at her arms, and gasped softy at the thin, almost delicate cuts that stacked vertically up both her arms.

Another question pulled at her quickly fading thoughts: had she done this to herself?

It felt like days passed before anybody found her, drifting in and out of conciseness. The caring arms of an unknown gentleman had scooped her up, and she became dimly aware of being carried up several flights of stairs. After a few minutes a question formed on her lips, but the man hushed her and spoke instead. “Just stay quiet, Stella. It’ll be okay.” Not having the energy to fight him as he set her down, she muttered her own name to herself in thought. Suddenly, she recoiled; the rough material of the hard couch she was laying on was very uncomfortable to her stiff limbs. “It was them, wasn’t it?” A depressed look came over his face as she hesitated to respond. “Are you okay? You seem lost.” Stella nodded slowly. “I... I don’t know who I am. Or who you are.” Her voice broke into a hysterical plea. “Are we friends? Did I do this to myself? Please, help me. It’s all gone, it’s all just... Gone.” The man wrapped her in his arms and whispered in her ear. “You’re going to have some hard times ahead of you, sweetie.”

It actually wasn’t too bad. Jacob had helped her remember a lot about herself; like her love of music, her fear of dogs, and her hopes of a blissful life. As the months passed her wounds healed, though not perfectly, they no longer pained her. It was almost a full year after her incident that it happened, and this was surely something she could never forget.

Darkness. It was the one thing that Stella could perceive as she felt her way through the halls she had walked so many times. There was something wrong; something very wrong. Even as she made cautious steps over the broken glass and tipped furniture, a moan sounded in the distance. “Jacob!” She no longer cared about her own safety, and moved quicker through the night towards the abandoned lobby her brother was laying in. Her trembling hands ran across his face, which was slightly cold to the touch. “No. No! How can they do this, I can’t make it without you. Please, no!” Slowly, he grasped her hand in his and stroked the soft back with his thumb. “You can. I love you, Stella, and I know that you can. Do it for me, sweetie.”

The shattering event of her brother’s death nearly destroyed her. Her only saving grace was that old pair of headphones she had kept, and for months she slipped almost entirely away from the rest of humanity, escaping into the music. Now determined to set wrong things right, she has joined the reclusive group of Songs, with an optimistic outlook on the future. While many things are still vague to her, the only thing that matters is the thought that one person can change the world.

And that is exactly what she hopes to do.

Group :: Songs.
Desired Status in Group :: Just a regular member.
Other :: Ima.ges (From a stock photo site).

Hope this is okay, been so long since I've done this. Cx

[BlissfulFarrago]

Accepted. 83

I know, all of the ones I'm in dieeee. D:

I still need to make my characters. xD /fail))

[.:dragonfly:.]

((When do you think we will be starting the roleplay??))

[seeker,]

Form::

Full name::
Jayla Rennee Laronee
Gender::
18
Age::
Female
Personality::
Jayla is a relatively sweet girl after you get past her cold and unkind outer layer. She loves her iPod and most rock or screamo bands, two of which being Asking Alexandria and Muse. She is normally out somewhere tormenting someone unexpecting just because she's bored. She doesn't talk much unless she is spoken too and evven then she might not reply to you. She hates her name but doesn't bother to change it because it might cause too much trouble for her. She likes to be alone at most times but can be pretty happy go lucky if you catch her in just the right mood.
History::
Jayla was once a pretty happy go lucky girl. Well atelast before she turned 10. As soon as she hit the double digits things started to go wrong. Her parents found out things that she could do and thought of her as a freak. They were too embarrassed to just let this go on unnoticed. so one day apparently they just snapped.
They apparently made the decision while she was at school. When she got home she was in the kitchen making herself a snack when each of her parents grabbed her by the arms and dragged her towardsthe bathroom, telling her it would be alright. They shoved into the bathroom and then closed the door, locking ti from the outside and baracading the door.
Her father walked around the house, pouring gas as he walked, telling her mother to get out. Her mother obeyed, leaving Jayla alone to sob in the bothroom and scream. When her father was done her walked to the front door and lit the match that was supposed to end her life. The whole house was almost instantly in flames, Jayla still locked in the bathroom screaming and choking on the black smoke.
Her parents had forgotted one thing though, The window. She had gotten a can of shaving cream from under the sink and then started bashing the window with it until it busted in, shattering everywhere but giving her a way to escape. By this time she had a blackframe around her vision and she slowly crawled out the winodw, staggering down the street as she hid in a neighbors bushes until morning.
From then on she's been a loner, wandering the streets and hanging out alone. One of her short time friends gave her a fully loaded iPod before she moved on again. People thought hse was dead and thats how she wanted it. One day she found the Shades and joined them, determined to give her parents what they deserve.
Group::
Shades
Desired Status in Group::
Just a regular member
Other::
Nothing...

[BlissfulFarrago]

((@dragonfly: I don't know, once we have a few more people, since this'll probably take quite a few characters. :3

@Rawrtastic: Would you mind changing her history? It makes me rather uncomfortable, and kind of offends me. x3))

[seeker,]

((Edited... I dunno which part you were talking about so I edited out the most obvious.))

[BlissfulFarrago]

Yeah, you got it, thank you. :3 Adding you now.))

[seeker,]

((Alright... No problem. When do you want to start?))