[Rhime]

˩ɛт ιт Яαιи
Name:
Jackson Reece Rickert
Nick-named 'Clock' Or 'Ttime.' ( Pronuoced time.)
Gender: Male
Age:
Roughly between 18 and 22.
Sexual orientation:
Straight.
Theme song:
Burn it down ~ Likin park
Ɯнαт'ƨ Ɩиƨι∂ɛ...
Personality:
How to describe Jackson... There are many ways that he might be consider 'twisted', but he is not, for the record, mentally ill. He was raised by his father, who was not a very good man. He drank, and Jackson was usually the one who took a hit when the man threw a fit. Jackson learned fast to defend himself, and how to fight. He had no help, he just learned with time. Some say that time was the best father a man could have, and in Jackson's case, this is true. In a time when no one loved Jackson, Time did.
He grew up to be a strong silent man, who was obviously powerful. At the age of 18, he killed his father when the man attacked him once again. It was an accident, but Jackson could no longer take the fear that his father caused him. That was the day he lost his ability to cry. He just buried his father, and moved on. But, on the inside, it was all caged and pent up. Maybe this is what drove him to do what he did now. He works as a free-lancing assassin, for all walks of life. He's extremly good at, because of his emotionless demanor. He work as lead for a small organization headed by a secret source, and travels all over the world to do his work. He has been successful everytime, I mean everytime, apart from one. That one little open circle on his otherwise filled in record.he hates it, and goes after this target again and again, but it usually detered from this.
Their first meeting went a little like this:
..:: The day my life offically becomes ruined ::..
It was another day for me. I wrapped my arms around my chest, breathing in the cool night air. I was dressed in dark clothing, my red hair pulled back in a small ponytail that came out from under the hat I wore. I looked slightly like a gangster out of the 1920's. I glanced down at the small paper I grasped in my pale hand, reading the name once again. I was romanian, and I disliked being here in america. The country was differnt than all the place I normally went, as it was harder to slip by unnoticed. I was here hunting someone by the name of Mac. It was an.. odd name, I'd say. I was confused when I saw the listing below. The man had long, black curly hair, green eyes, and thick eyelashes. I frowned, then shrugged it off. Men here were probably a little weird. I glanced up, seeing a female enter the park in which I sat. I watched her, caught up in the care-free way she moved. Soemthing about the freedom in her eyes, and the rebellion in the way she walked... I swallowed, feeling a anger rise in me. How could she do that? I was stuck here... Killing more. I got up, glancing aorund. My target was supposed to be here, as he thought he was getting an update on his latest assigntment. He was a speical ops agent, and the best one over to live. He never carried a gun, which made me smirk. I glanced back up, and frowned as I saw that the girl had vanished. I began to walk forward, eyeing cautiosuly around me. I wasn't sure why I moved forward, but I did. As I moved forward, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I spun around, my hand reachign for the revolvuer on my belt loop. The girl stood behind me, her hands resting against her hips. " Are you the one here to inform me of my assignment?" She said, her voice calm and almost friendly. I stared back at her, confuzed. My target was.. female? This female? I felt a sinking feeling inside me. She eyed me, and I could see her raven-colored curls, and her peircing emerald eyes framed with eyelashes. This girl was not beautiful, she was drop dead gourgeus. I hated to think of ending her life, but it had to be done. "Yes. I am." I said after clearing my throat. I reached into my pocket, my finger brushing against the blade of my knife. I wrapped my fingers around the handle, and was about to pull it out when I heard her growl softly. I glanced up, and was in time to see her take off. I swore softly, pulling the knife out, and giving chase. She was fast, and instead of heading into the city, she headed toward the forest. I gritted my teeth, growing aggravted. " Stupid girl.. You're only prolonging the inevitable."I hissed, seeing her dissappear into the trees. I followed, but had to slow down alittle. I saw her shadow melt into the trees, and I forced myself to watch it perfectly. I could hardly see it in the darkness. After a few minutes, I came to a clearing. The girl was no where to be seen. I swore again, spinning in a circle. There was no sign of her, no footrprints, nothing. I knew she had to be here.. I glanced up, studying the trees. I couldn't see anything, and I growled again, chucking my knife at a tree. As I walked over to retrive it, I heard a slightly crack. But I thought nothing of until something slammed into me, throwing me to the gorund. I suddenly found someone throwing a punch at my face, and I yelped as I was hit. I reached up, and grabbed the person's wrist, twisting it sideways. I heard a small cry, but then ther person kneed me, and I released. The weight was suddenly removed, then a sharp kick was brought down upon my chest. I felt the air woosh out of me, and I tried to get to my feet. I saw someone leaping at me, and I was carefult his time. I dodged, but caught the shape and threw it roughly against a tree, pressing against it's neck with my arm. The form struggled, and then I reliexed who it was. It was the girl, her bright eyes lit up with fear.I stared into her eyes, pinnning her against the tree before removing my arm. "Don't... Don't do this." She whispered softly, watching as I pulled my knife out from above her head. I didn't make eye-contact, and pretended not to hear her. "Please." Her voice said again, almost begging. I glanced up at her, seeing her eyes filling with tears of fear. I hesitated, then pressed the knife against her throat. She let out a sad, sczred whimper, and I gritted my teeth, trying to harden my heart against her. Even with the knife against her throat, she looked into my eyes with a certian faith, rebellion, freedom. " You.. You can kill me, but you can't kill my spirit." She whispered with conviction. I stared back at her, her words cutting deeply into my rock-hard heart. How true her words... I'd let so many people kill my sprit, but not her. She wasn't letting me kill hers... Oh, how I respected this girl. I paused, trying to figure out what to do. Suddenly, I released her and stepped back. She slumped to the ground, her hreath coming in small gasps. I stood there, watching her. She glanced up at me, holdign out her hand. I frowned, not understanding. She wanted my help? I gingerly reached out and took her hand, afriad it was a trick. But, she stood up, and the offered a tierd smile at me. "Thank you." She said, before turnign to leave. I bit my lip, not knowing why I let her go. I just couldn't bring myself to kill her. She stopped, then came back till she was a few inches from me. " You're stories not finished yet. Don't let anyone else write it but you." She murmured, planting a small kiss on my cheek before vanishing. I blinked not believeing any of this. How was I going to explain this? For some reason, I wasn't afraid. I'd do it, but I had a feeling I'd meet this girl again. I wasn't finished with my mission yet.
Likes:
- Girls. ( He can be a totaly ladies man.)
- Cats.
- Music ( Mostly metal and rock, but he listens to everything.)
- The movie 'Hannibal'. ( Becuase I love that movie. I don't suggest watching it if you're under 14, and/or have a weak stomach. XD)
- Silence.
- Love, although he won't admit it.
- Granola bars.
- His job
- Cuddling ( Secretly!)
Dislikes:
- Ticks. ( He believes them to be the devils minions and will literally spazz out when he see's them.)
- Emotionall hurting people he cares about
- Cold weather
- Hieghts
- Deep water
- 'Fake' people
- Liars.
- Other males. ( He's sort of a territorial brute. XD)
- His past.

[byebye seeyoulater]

Name: January
Gender: Male
Age: 18 1/2
Sexual orientation: He is Pansexual, as love should be in any-form
Theme song: Castle of Glass-Linkin park
Personality: He is quiet and thoughtful. He is a very caring guy, after you win his trust. He owns a dog, Anne, which he would give anything for. He is kinda secretive and is good at keeping them. January was taught lots of self defence moves, and is not afraid to use them. It is rare for him to smile, and his dog make him smile most.
Likes: Fighting, Anne, Katarina(My persona), alone time, quiet, Raspberry Pie, Roast dinner
Dislikes: Loud, Giving too much away, Too many people, confined spaces

[Flicka]

I have to say he's a cutie

[Sullivan Maurus]

Name:
Axel
Gender:
Male
Age:
18
Sexual Orientation:
Straight
Theme Song:
Fix You by Coldplay http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JI-o25K6 ... detailpage
Personality:
He is sweet and kind.He will almost never yell and will always be there for his friends.He has a strange childesh way of life.He is sarcastic at times and will somethimes get on your nerves.He will always help his friends and isnt afraid to fight for them.He also works at an Animal Shelter,which brings out his more caring side.Human or animal,it dosent matter,as long as they are loved.
Likes:
Fire,Amxen (take a geuss),friendship,animals,fighting just to prove a point and Sea-salt Ice cream.
Dislikes:
Yelling,fights if he isnt involed,cats and parrots.

Also,see his necklace?One of his friends died in a war,and that was his necklace.
His favorit song is Fix You because at the Animal Shelter,somethimes injured animals come in.If they cant be saved,its his job to put them to sleep.So,he turns on that song,just so they know he tryed to fix them.

[>> Leafstorm515]

˩ɛт ιт Яαιи
Name:
Jackson Reece Rickert
Nick-named 'Clock' Or 'Ttime.' ( Pronuoced time.)
Gender: Male
Age:
Roughly between 18 and 22.
Sexual orientation:
Straight.
Theme song:
Burn it down ~ Likin park
Ɯнαт'ƨ Ɩиƨι∂ɛ...
Personality:
How to describe Jackson... There are many ways that he might be consider 'twisted', but he is not, for the record, mentally ill. He was raised by his father, who was not a very good man. He drank, and Jackson was usually the one who took a hit when the man threw a fit. Jackson learned fast to defend himself, and how to fight. He had no help, he just learned with time. Some say that time was the best father a man could have, and in Jackson's case, this is true. In a time when no one loved Jackson, Time did.
He grew up to be a strong silent man, who was obviously powerful. At the age of 18, he killed his father when the man attacked him once again. It was an accident, but Jackson could no longer take the fear that his father caused him. That was the day he lost his ability to cry. He just buried his father, and moved on. But, on the inside, it was all caged and pent up. Maybe this is what drove him to do what he did now. He works as a free-lancing assassin, for all walks of life. He's extremly good at, because of his emotionless demanor. He work as lead for a small organization headed by a secret source, and travels all over the world to do his work. He has been successful everytime, I mean everytime, apart from one. That one little open circle on his otherwise filled in record.he hates it, and goes after this target again and again, but it usually detered from this.
Their first meeting went a little like this:
..:: The day my life offically becomes ruined ::..
It was another day for me. I wrapped my arms around my chest, breathing in the cool night air. I was dressed in dark clothing, my red hair pulled back in a small ponytail that came out from under the hat I wore. I looked slightly like a gangster out of the 1920's. I glanced down at the small paper I grasped in my pale hand, reading the name once again. I was romanian, and I disliked being here in america. The country was differnt than all the place I normally went, as it was harder to slip by unnoticed. I was here hunting someone by the name of Mac. It was an.. odd name, I'd say. I was confused when I saw the listing below. The man had long, black curly hair, green eyes, and thick eyelashes. I frowned, then shrugged it off. Men here were probably a little weird. I glanced up, seeing a female enter the park in which I sat. I watched her, caught up in the care-free way she moved. Soemthing about the freedom in her eyes, and the rebellion in the way she walked... I swallowed, feeling a anger rise in me. How could she do that? I was stuck here... Killing more. I got up, glancing aorund. My target was supposed to be here, as he thought he was getting an update on his latest assigntment. He was a speical ops agent, and the best one over to live. He never carried a gun, which made me smirk. I glanced back up, and frowned as I saw that the girl had vanished. I began to walk forward, eyeing cautiosuly around me. I wasn't sure why I moved forward, but I did. As I moved forward, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I spun around, my hand reachign for the revolvuer on my belt loop. The girl stood behind me, her hands resting against her hips. " Are you the one here to inform me of my assignment?" She said, her voice calm and almost friendly. I stared back at her, confuzed. My target was.. female? This female? I felt a sinking feeling inside me. She eyed me, and I could see her raven-colored curls, and her peircing emerald eyes framed with eyelashes. This girl was not beautiful, she was drop dead gourgeus. I hated to think of ending her life, but it had to be done. "Yes. I am." I said after clearing my throat. I reached into my pocket, my finger brushing against the blade of my knife. I wrapped my fingers around the handle, and was about to pull it out when I heard her growl softly. I glanced up, and was in time to see her take off. I swore softly, pulling the knife out, and giving chase. She was fast, and instead of heading into the city, she headed toward the forest. I gritted my teeth, growing aggravted. " Stupid girl.. You're only prolonging the inevitable."I hissed, seeing her dissappear into the trees. I followed, but had to slow down alittle. I saw her shadow melt into the trees, and I forced myself to watch it perfectly. I could hardly see it in the darkness. After a few minutes, I came to a clearing. The girl was no where to be seen. I swore again, spinning in a circle. There was no sign of her, no footrprints, nothing. I knew she had to be here.. I glanced up, studying the trees. I couldn't see anything, and I growled again, chucking my knife at a tree. As I walked over to retrive it, I heard a slightly crack. But I thought nothing of until something slammed into me, throwing me to the gorund. I suddenly found someone throwing a punch at my face, and I yelped as I was hit. I reached up, and grabbed the person's wrist, twisting it sideways. I heard a small cry, but then ther person kneed me, and I released. The weight was suddenly removed, then a sharp kick was brought down upon my chest. I felt the air woosh out of me, and I tried to get to my feet. I saw someone leaping at me, and I was carefult his time. I dodged, but caught the shape and threw it roughly against a tree, pressing against it's neck with my arm. The form struggled, and then I reliexed who it was. It was the girl, her bright eyes lit up with fear.I stared into her eyes, pinnning her against the tree before removing my arm. "Don't... Don't do this." She whispered softly, watching as I pulled my knife out from above her head. I didn't make eye-contact, and pretended not to hear her. "Please." Her voice said again, almost begging. I glanced up at her, seeing her eyes filling with tears of fear. I hesitated, then pressed the knife against her throat. She let out a sad, sczred whimper, and I gritted my teeth, trying to harden my heart against her. Even with the knife against her throat, she looked into my eyes with a certian faith, rebellion, freedom. " You.. You can kill me, but you can't kill my spirit." She whispered with conviction. I stared back at her, her words cutting deeply into my rock-hard heart. How true her words... I'd let so many people kill my sprit, but not her. She wasn't letting me kill hers... Oh, how I respected this girl. I paused, trying to figure out what to do. Suddenly, I released her and stepped back. She slumped to the ground, her hreath coming in small gasps. I stood there, watching her. She glanced up at me, holdign out her hand. I frowned, not understanding. She wanted my help? I gingerly reached out and took her hand, afriad it was a trick. But, she stood up, and the offered a tierd smile at me. "Thank you." She said, before turnign to leave. I bit my lip, not knowing why I let her go. I just couldn't bring myself to kill her. She stopped, then came back till she was a few inches from me. " You're stories not finished yet. Don't let anyone else write it but you." She murmured, planting a small kiss on my cheek before vanishing. I blinked not believeing any of this. How was I going to explain this? For some reason, I wasn't afraid. I'd do it, but I had a feeling I'd meet this girl again. I wasn't finished with my mission yet.
Likes:
- Girls. ( He can be a totaly ladies man.)
- Cats.
- Music ( Mostly metal and rock, but he listens to everything.)
- The movie 'Hannibal'. ( Becuase I love that movie. I don't suggest watching it if you're under 14, and/or have a weak stomach. XD)
- Silence.
- Love, although he won't admit it.
- Granola bars.
- His job
- Cuddling ( Secretly!)
Dislikes:
- Ticks. ( He believes them to be the devils minions and will literally spazz out when he see's them.)
- Emotionall hurting people he cares about
- Cold weather
- Hieghts
- Deep water
- 'Fake' people
- Liars.
- Other males. ( He's sort of a territorial brute. XD)
- His past.

[Rhime]

I'm glad that people are trying for him. Can't wait to see more pretty forms. X3

[Rhime]

Bump~!

[>> Leafstorm515]

Hey, I was wondering if you had any idea the time range this will end it. C: I want to make my fourm really good, but I'm going to gone for a few days, and won't be able to do it immdeatly. D:

[Rhime]

It hasn't been decided yet, but don't you worry, it won't be very soon, so you should be fine. :3

[Rhime]

Bump. o-o