Muse

[COLOR=indigo][SIZE=1]-giggles- Beatles!!! And, I'm back from my extended vacation, if anyone noticed my absence. And, Ozy has given me permission to sign up late. And, I am sort of a John Lennon...obsessor...so if you need someone to play John I'd be happy to do it. [B]Name:[/B] Julia Stanley [B]Age:[/B] 24 [B]Appearance:[/B] Julia 'Jules' Stanley is tall and, as some would say (not herself)elegant. She has almost abnormally large brown eyes and long blonde hair. She is extremely...open, and wears bright "flower power" clothing and smiles alot. She is slim, [URL=http://www.sfgate.com/n/pictures/2001/11/30/harrison4.jpg]wears small, rectangular glasses[/url] (as seen here in a picture of the Beatles...of course, this picture was never taken, but you get the idea...) She has a pretty face, for sure, but she doesn't really care about that. [B]Biography:[/B] Julia was born to a wealthy, upper class family and never had too many problems. Her twin brother, Julian, however, was shot and confined to a wheelchair for the rest of his life when he was sixteen, walking home from the grocery store. He got caught in the middle of a gang fight, and a stray bullet lodged itself into his spine. Bill and Martha, Julia and Julian's parents, take care of Julian to this day. At that same time, Julia began reading about history. Mostly, of course, the Swinging 60's. She was fascinated by the lack of self control everyone seemed to have, and she longed for that freedom. But, being, again, the child of a strict family and a brother to take care of, Julia was forbidden to go to Peace Rallies and anything of the sort. So, doing the most she could do, she began to dress in colorful clothing. All of this happened in Julia's second year of Senior High, and she was offically dubbed a freak ,but sympathy was shined upon her because of her brother's misfortune. She did well in school, finished college, and took care of her brother for a few years before applying for a job at TCD. She was hired because of her grades and her extensive knowledge of history. She is not very popular with the head people around TCD (because of her 'antics' around the place), and usually she is chosen only for supplier. But, because of her 60's obsession, she is being considered for the new mission. [B]Personality:[/B] Julia is dangerously carefree and collected in all situations. She is good at making people laugh, and it isn't hard to make her giggle. When she is working, however, she is very serious and takes her job literally. She handles failure badly, and she is an annoying perfectionist. She says that if she isn't a genius, she's crazy, and she leaves that up to people to figure it out on their own. [B]Position:[/B] She does whatever 'the man' tells her to do. She is mainly a supplier, or in some cases a techie. I hope that was ok...[/COLOR][/SIZE]

[COLOR=indigo][SIZE=1] (Once again, sorry for not posting, but my life has been sucky busy lately...) [B]December 6[/B] [b]"Hey, don't walk into something!"[/b] Danny called after Jamie in a very skillful mock-worried voice. Johnny laughed and shook his head, [B]"Anyways, as I was saying. You should really be lookin' for a new girl. What kind of Christmas is one without a girl?""[/B] He stated loudly, his normal voice that usually got people to snicker behind him. This time the laughs were directed at Danny, as all could remember the scene at the 'Roll with Beth and the look on Danny's face as she stormed out of the cafe. [B]"Uh..."[/B] Danny muttered warily, glaring at Drew who was smirking at him from the main room. [B]"I don't think so...Not after what happened with Beth. Not for a while at least, man."[/B] Johnny waved a hand at Danny and turned around, [B]"Whatever, whatever. Go and be a good pretty boy and go hang up decorations."[/B] Danny chuckled to himself as he strode out of the kitchen. Johnny had taken the part as "Big Brother" in New York, always looking out for Danny and taking up where [i]real[/i] big brother Harry had left off. Pretty boy was Johnny's favorite nickname for Danny, but only said later on in the day, as Danny was usually not himself in the mornings and wouldn't know Johnny was calling him over with "Pretty Boy!" Danny was very suprised to see Jamie basically dancing around with her decorations, still singing along with the Christmas music. Most of the other employees seemed to be used to it now, and were all hanging up decorations and chatting. Being abnormally curious as he was, Danny held out a hand and set on her shoulder. She stopped, and hugged him again, than literally skipped away. [B]"O...k...I think she might be happy about something."[/B] Danny laughed, then went to hang some ornaments on the larger-than-life Christmas tree in the corner, whistling along with "Wonderful Christmastime." [/COLOR][/SIZE]

[COLOR=indigo][SIZE=1][center][B]December 1[/B][/center] (Sorry I didn't reply yesterday, I had to work as soon as I got home until late.) *It is 6 o'clock in the morning, and this is your station...* Danny groaned as the loud, annoying voice of the DJ blasted through his wonderful, wonderful sleep. With a sigh, he reached out blindly in the dark to find the cause of the noise, and ended up pushing it off the bed table. Too tired to notice, Danny stumbled out of bed, into a wall, then into a shower. He brushed his teeth and ran a comb through his unruly hair. Usually he'd just comb out the "just got out of bed' look, add some gel, and then make it so it looked like the "just got out of bed look, but stylishly so." Returning to his room, Danny slipped his long, baggy pale-purple button-up shirt and followed it up with a pair of white socks and regular jeans. Feeling somewhat energized, he found his way into the living room, collapsed on the couch and flipped on the news. [B]"Snow...cold, and cloudy. Sounds good."[/B] He repeated quietly, his vibrant brown eyes drifting to the only window in his apartment. Sure enough, snow had piled up slightly on the ledge and it was flying about lazily in swirls of white. Nothing too bad He glanced over to the small kitchen and read the big, puke-green numbers on the microwave that showed it was already 7:00. It took about 30 minutes to get to the Bread Roll from his house, walking. He didn't mind, he called it "his workout." He got to his feet, turned off the box manually and made his way towards the door. The large, expensive advent calendar Beth had ordered him to buy was sitting on the small round table near the kitchen, and he scowled at. He shrugged on his black jacket and matching scarf that he wrapped carefully around his neck before he walked out into the first snow of the season. The snow wasn't so bad, as he had observed earlier, but the clouds made everything gray and nasty looking. By the time he had walked all the way to work, his was in his regular spirits but needing a cup of coffee bad. He held open the door for a woman he saw everyday come into the Bread Roll and made his way to the kitchens. The smell greeted him happily, as did the rest of his co-workers who enjoyed Danny's sarcasm and jovialness. [B]"Hey, Danny. How's it all goin' for ya?"[/B] Came the loud, friendly voice of the overweight chef, Johnny, who had a ridiculously strong New York accent. Danny smiled at him as he threw his coat on the hanger, [B]"Same old, same old. Could you get me-"[/B] [B]"Yeah, yeah. Cup o' joe and some kind of muffin...Go and be like a regular customer and sit down."[/B] Johnny waved him off, grinning. Danny winked and walked back into the main area, where the line was starting to get longer. He took a seat window and put his legs up on the opposite chair, watching people bustle about to work and for Christmas shopping, no doubt. A few minutes later, Danny's fellow waiter, Stan, a man few years older and who always came to work extra early because he wanted a raise, came out with Danny's "order." [B]"How's the wife and kids, Stan?"[/B] Danny asked as Stan set down the coffee and the chocolate muffin. [B]"Can't complain."[/B] He muttered, then stalked back into the kitchens. Danny knew it was because he was more likely to get a raise than he that Stan had always been on "less-friendly" terms, no matter how nice Danny tried to be. Smiling inwardly to himself, Danny sipped at his coffee and casually said hello to the regulars and nodded to the business men who came for meetings.[/COLOR][/SIZE]

[COLOR=indigo][SIZE=1] Ok, glad I'm not too late. I wanted to sign up yesterday but I had no time ^^ [B]Name:[/B] Daniel Hynes [B]Age:[/B] 23 [B]Gender:[/B] Male [B]Occupation:[/B] Aspiring musician, but has to keep bread on the table as a waiter at the Bread Roll (no pun...intended...Hope this is ok, not feeling very creative at the moment.) [B]Appearance:[/B] [URL=http://dhani.applescruff.net/images/newestdhani.jpg]Danny feeling a little obnoxious.[/URL] usually he'll wear something kind of casual like [URL=http://dhani.applescruff.net/images/2.jpg]this[/URL] [B]Personality:[/B] Charming, obnoxious, sweet, funny. He's cute, look-wise and all around. He's very artistic and sensitive when he feels like it, but usually he'll only be trying his best to make you laugh. He takes everything with a smile, and is willing to stick up for anything he thinks is right. He sounds like a dream boy to some ladies, but Danny has a pretty sarcastic sense of humor that a lot of dates tend to "dislike". He can take a joke pretty well and doesn't like a girl who can?t. [B]Single/Taken:[/B] Quite recently he was dumped by his girl, Beth. At work. During lunch. Full house. In the middle of the restaurant. [B]Biography:[/B] Danny had quite an easy childhood. He grew up in Providence, Rhode Island, in a neighborhood called Hope. He was the youngest of two; his older brother Harry was 5 when Danny was born. His parents, Louise and Harry (Sr.) made an easy living, Louise being a lawyer and Harry the owner of a small chain of video stores. Danny was treated to extravagant things; private schools, big toys, guitars, etc. Besides being teased by his brother for being a "pretty boy" his whole life, Danny had no problems at all. He was popular at school and got good grades and even got himself a scholarship to Brown University. He told his parents proudly "Didn't have to buy [i]that[/i], did you?" Even at an early age Danny had showed talent for music, and it came as no surprise to friends and family that Music was his best subject at Brown. Unexpectedly, Danny suddenly proclaimed he wanted to move to New York "because it sounds like fun." Really, all Danny wanted to do was maybe go and get his start as a musician at the Big Apple. So he moved, played his guitar and sang for a few people. He got the same response [B]"You're good, kid. But we don't think you're ready."[/B] He told his parents and they immediately expected him to come home. Not headstrong Danny, though. He just asked for some money, got himself an apartment and a job working as a waiter. He's been living in New York for a year now, and recently he bought a 'Wishing' Advent Calendar that his ex wanted him to buy because it sounded cute. He had to resist the urge to chuck it out the window after what happened at the Bread Roll. Ugh, I know it sucks bad, but I wanted this to be kind of a 'cute' sign-up to go with the main Christmassy idea...yeah.[/COLOR][/SIZE]

[COLOR=indigo][SIZE=1] [B]"You think too highly of yourself, Spence."[/B] Once again, Muse had popped up behind someone. Spencer, used to it, just smirked and continued to fire some shots. [B]"You're one to talk, Muse."[/B] He muttered to her, aiming at a n00b who had begun an assault on an Otaku that Muse couldn't name. Muse dodged rather unceremoniously to the left to avoid a small 'wigout' smilie aimed at her. [B]"Cover me?"[/B] She asked Spencer, smiling her innoncent smile. Spencer lowered his Sig Sauer and stared at her in disbelief. [B]"Are you crazy? This is dangerous, you should be helping at the infirmary."[/B] He chided her strictly. Muse frowned instantly, [B]"I don't see anyone else going to help Methuselah."[/B] She said simply. Luckily, the spam had made it so Methuselah couldn't move very well, so he was laying there still and not screaming, smartly, so the n00bs wouldn't notice him and think he was only another dead Otaku. Spencer glanced out at Methuselah, sighed, and nodded. Muse grinned and cracked her knuckles. Quick as anything, Muse sprinted forwards, her head lowered but her eyes fierce and red as they darted around for any threat. One coming at her from the side got a bullet in the head from Spencer, and Muse flashed him her trademark peace sign. Muse crouched down by her fallen friend and worked quickly, pulling off the spam with a careful healer's hand. Her eyes moved around, looking for danger, but any n00b who got too close was either shot down by Spencer or obliterated by Muse's free hand. [B]"Why is it me who always needs to save you?"[/B] Muse joked lightheartedly as she helped Methuselah free both of his legs. [B]"Funny, I always thought it was the other way 'round."[/B] Methuselah replied as he stood up cautiously, checking to see if any n00bs were suspicious, but all were busy with a fellow Otaku. Muse smiled and stood up carefully, and both began to run back to safer grounds, crouched low. Out of nowhere, a searing pain ripped through Muse's right arm. A small 'flaming' smilie dug into her jacket, burning her exposed arm severely. She hissed in pain, and her left arm shot up to put pressure on the injured limb. Once they got safely back into Otaku territory, Muse flung herself behind some kind of large debris and squeezed her arm painfully. [B]"Muse? Are you alright?"[/B] Methuselah, who had sat down next to his comrade to regain himself, asked worriedly. Slowly, Muse moved away her hand, fearing what she would see. The smilie itself had lodged itself into her skin, cutting it open and causing it to bleed. And the fire part, of course, had charred her arm. Muse looked up at Methuselah, smiling. [B]"Ouch."[/B] [/COLOR][/SIZE]

[COLOR=indigo][SIZE=1] [B]"Boo."[/B] Methuselah jumped. Muse had appeared in a haze of 'psychedelic' colors to her right. [B]"He only sent you? Great. A healer, good lot of help that'll do."[/B] Methuselah groaned. [B]"WTF!? Wher teh helL ded he com frome? LOok! Iz got RED hare!"[/b] [B]"LOL ROLFMA! Itz a BAD HARE partee!"[/b] Muse stood, with her mouth open, disbelieving of the two n00bs in question. Methuseleh frowned at the terrible insult the second one had came up with, and glanced over to Muse. [B]"Uh, calm down, they only said we had bad hair..."[/B] She trailed off when Muse's eye started to twitch. [B]''The n00b just called me a f****** guy!"[/B] She yelled out, most characterisctically. Methuselah stared, dumbstruck. Muse had short hair and wore baggy clothing, was a tomboy, and never once had she ever been called a boy. Unless she was playing one of course, but this was serious, not a roleplay. All of the n00bs sat there, confused at the sudden outburst. Yeah, confused. They get the same feeling when someone tells them to shut up and get out. In this moment of stupidity that only a n00b could have, Muse cupped her hands and placed them on top of each other in a way that it was hollow inside. In seconds, a white light erupted from inside, but stayed inside. The light leaked through her fingers, and wherever the sticky substance touched a small flower grew out of the scorched battle grounds. [B]"You're going to turn them into flowers..."[/B] Methuselah whispered, not wanting to attract attention from the stupefied n00bs. Muse winked, and quicker then a n00b typing a sentence, she threw the ball of light at the two who had insulted her. Upon contact, there were some, [B]"O meh gawd!"[/b]'s as the white light erupted around them. When it faded, all that stood now were two small flowers in the dirt. As the remaining n00bs stared at the two flowers, Muse crouched down behind the rocks. [B]"You turned them into flowers!?"[/B] [B]"Uh, no. I just replaced something stupid with something pretty. Duh."[/B] Muse smiled, and it was quickly replaced with a frown. [b]"Backup?"[/b] [B]"Hopefully."[/B] Metuselah sighed, as a flaming smilie rushed over their heads.[/COLOR][/SIZE]

[COLOR=indigo][SIZE=1] Across the Inn, a lone figure lay spread out full on the sofa, her legs up on the small wooden end table and her arms folded behind her head. She had been watching with dull red eyes as Methuselah at the other end of the room changed genders every few minutes. The girl was only known as Muse, rightfully so, as all she basically did was listen to her music and flash the peace sign to others. Muse was a hippie, a Beatles fan, and she was damn proud of it. Quietly and unnoticeably to the other Otakus in the room, Muse slipped on her headphones, zoned out completely and stared at the ceiling. Faintly she heard the door slam open, and out of the corner of her eye she watched the now male Methuselah stand up. Seconds after, her headphones were ripped off, and she calmly stared up into the armored face of Matt. [B]"Peace, man. How's it go?"[/B] She said, in her quiet, sarcastic voice. Matt was by now used to Muse not saying some words correctly, she had told him once that it was her way of 'rebellion' against the boards and the decision to go to war. [B]"Look, I know you're against this whole thing, but your boards need you!"[/B] Matt whispered angrily, glaring down at her. Muse blinked, and she moved her fingers in a rippling motion, like a little child waving goodbye. Instantly, a large, blue and purple flower that sparkled brilliantly entwined in her long fingers. [B]"Say it."[/B] She whispered, smirking slyly, fingering the flower delicately, each time she touched a petal it would shine more furiously. Matt sighed angrily. He could never get anything out of this younger girl, who had a more sarcastic wit then any person he'd ever seen before. [B]"You're indispensable, [i]please[/i], won't you help us?"[/B] He muttered, pissed off, but he had to convince her. Flattery was the key for Muse. She winked one huge red eye and grinned. Swiftly, she took the flower and inserted it into the barrel of Matt's gun and swept out of the room. Her job was plain and simple. Go and help the hurt Otakus. Simple, but a welcomed talent. She could fight with the best of them, but judging by her peace-loving nature, she preferred the helping tasks. OOC: I hope this is ok, I just kind of added 'hippy powers' to myself, meaning healing and all that crap. Yeah, I didn't really know what else I could make myself useful for, lol.[/COLOR][/SIZE]

[COLOR=indigo][SIZE=1] [B]Character Name:[/B] Muse [B]Status:[/B] Otaku [B]Team:[/B] Team Hanzo [B]Boards Location:[/B] Where else? Adventure Arena [B]Appearance:[/B] [URL=http://www.psycko-hentai.de/grafix/gallery/bg29/lain7.jpg]The Muse[/URL] [B]Weapons[/B] Anything she can get her hands on, basically. Her tounge is sharp in the ways of sarcasm and insults.[/COLOR][/SIZE]

[COlOR=indigo][SIZE=1] [B]Name:[/B] Vicki Pyne [B]Age:[/B] 14 [B]Gender:[/B] Female [B]Appearance:[/B] [URL=http://www.psycko-hentai.de/grafix/gallery/bg34/copic02.jpg]Vicki[/URL] Her hair is black, though, along with her clothing.l [B]Boyfriend:[/B] Andrew [B]Personality:[/B] She's the kind of girl who can be perky but be down the next minute. She usually hangs out with a group of bitchy girls, and so she is kind of nasty. But, going back to her normally sweet personality, if she ever says something particularly nasty, she will not be at ease until she apologized a million times. In all, she is caring and sensitive, and recently she is getting very pissed off with her group, especially Katie Duncan, whom she has had fights with in the past.[/COLOR][/SIZE]

[COLOR=indigo][SIZE=1] Julia watched Imric leave, her eyebrows raised high in confusion. She blinked and looked at Imric's phone. Accessing Imric's contact list, Isaac was first. She clicked send and put the phone up to her ear. Unlike most people who would have been nervous to call someone they didn't know, Julia was calm and waited patiently. [B]"Hello."[/B] After three rings. [B]"Is this Isaac?"[/b] [B]"Who is this? It says Imric on the ID."[/b] [B]"Are you Isaac or not?"[/b] Julia was losing her patience. [B]"Yes. And obviously, you aren't Imric."[/B] [B]"Quite an educated guess there, son. Look, Imric told me to call you and tell you that he needs your help.[/B] Silence. [B]"Where is he?"[/B] [B]"The clearing of the old forest."[/B] Click. He was gone. Normally, she would have gone right after Imric. But, she didn't feel like it. [i]They better as hell call me if they get into any trouble,[/i] she thought to herself as she leaned back in the kitchen chair. She sighed, closed her eyes, and listened quietly to the soothing sounds of John Lennon as his voice drifted in from the living room. OOC: Hah, I have once again succeeded in making my character a Beatles fan![/COLOR][/SIZE]

[COLOR=indigo][SIZE=1] Only one changed my life, and I thank god for it, too. Without it, I'd still be a Hip Hop and Rap lover (It makes me shudder just thinking about it.) [B]One,[/B] by the Beatles, my saviors. It's a 27 track cd with all of the Beatles singles. Not Number One hits, though, because if they did one of those the CD would be too long. My dad got me One in 2001, a bold move considering back then I still like Rap and all of that crap. George Harrison, the lead guitarist for the Beatles, died that year of cancer, and now I feel terrible that I didnt like them before that, so I didn't care the he died, it was basically "Oh, another old guy died. Huh. Sad." Now, after I have a huge collection of Beatles CD's, the One album is nowhere near my favorite, but I still owe it everything for getting me hooked on the Beatles. [/COLOR][/SIZE]

[COLOR=indigo][SIZE=1] Jules led Imric into the warm kitchen and they both sat, Imric trying to get Billy to answer the phone. Julia craned her neck to make sure that her uncle wasn't listening in, and leaned in towards her friend. [b]"How do you know he's done?"[/b] she whispered. Imric narrowed his eyes, [b]"How do you know he's even going to do it?"[/b] He muttered back. Jules sighed, [b]"You and me both know how hard it was back then. Peer pressure and all that shit. He is going to do it. He'll think he's ready, and Leah will most likely go along with it."[/b] Disenhearted, Imric put the phone down, [B]"I'll call him back in a few. What about you Jules? You didn't give in to it."[/B] Julia sighed, resting her head on one elegant hand. She remembered with a sneer that night, the same damn group of druggies that made her 'then' boyfriend Ian give in and ask her to do it with him. She had slapped him in the face, said something particularly nasty to the gruop of 'friends' and stormed off. [B]"You came with me, huh?"[/B] She said, absentmindedly. Imric nodded, [B]"Yeah, that was the only time I've seen you cry."[/B] [B]"I thought I really loved Ian, you know...?"[/B] She trailed off. Imric stared at her for a second, then picked his phone back up, [B]"I'll just try 'im again...[/B] OOC: I hope that's okay with you Methuselah (Gah, name changes o.O ) making a little more depth to Julia and Imric's history.[/COLOR][/SIZE]

[COLOR=indigo][SIZE=1] OOC: Ok, I have permission to try to bring this RPG back. Julia sat on the couch in the living room, her eyes half open. Her long blonde hair wa falling around her in cascades of gold, and her blue eyes were misty. Uncle Julian sat beside her, and the tension could have been cut with a knife. He knew not to talk to his neice when she was like this. She had retreated to behind the wall. She stood up, and without a word she crossed across the foyer to the door. "Where are you off too, Jules?" Julian called light-heartedly from the living room. "Out." The door slammed, and Julia stood out in the night air, hugging herself to keep warm. She flipped open a half-empty packet of cigs and lit it skillfully, gazing up into the stars. She heard the distant sound of a motorcycle. It was Imric. Last she had heard was that he had gone off to watch the breaking of Billy and Leah's relationship. Something Jules had not been willing to partake in. Imric lived close to Jules, and as he came closer she yelled out, "Hey, Blue. What's the news?" Imric, somewhat suprised, slowed the bike to a stop infront of the Stanley parking lot. OOC: Okay, everyone, let's try to bring this back, alright?[/COLOR][/SIZE]

[COLOR=indigo][SIZE=1] [B]Name:[/B] Julia 'Jules' Stanley [B]Age:[/B] 17 [B]Gender:[/B] Female [B]Appearance:[/B] [URL=http://art.slimemansion.com/original/destiny/013ryan.jpg]Jules[/URL] [b]Personality:[/B] Sarcastic, sardonic, biting, and a smart-*** in all. Jules is funny as hell, but her remarks can sometimes do more damage then she expects. Deep down, behind her wall of sarcasm and smirks, she is a hurt, damaged girl trying to keep everything inside. When it's needed, she can be nice and gentle, but people have often said of her, when her voice is dripping with sarcasm, "Out comes the invincible wall," referring to the 'wall' that Jules has built to keep others out. [B]Biography:[/B] Julia was born to Freddie and Mary Stanley. They had fallen out of love just before Julia was born, and Freddie deserted. Mary had to work the double shifts, leaving infant Julia at home with an uncle, Julian, whom she was named after. Julian became her father-figure, until Freddie reappeared with pockets of cash when Jules was five. Freddie was going to take Julia with him, but Mary refused and sent him on his way. Years after, when Julia was seven and had created a tighter bond with her mother, Mary was raped and killed on her way home from work. Since then, Julia has lived with her uncle Julian and aunt Tessa. Julia began taking small drugs at the age of 13, and the only one that 'catches her fancy' is speed, which she has managed to keep a safe distance from, only taking a few on the weekends as a reward for getting through another week at school. Ok. I hope everything is ok.[/COLOR][/SIZE]

[COLOR=indigo][SIZE=1] [B]Position:[/B] Ex Guardian Angel [B]Name:[/B] Azalea [B]Name:[/B] Casey Boccham [B]Nick Name:[/B] Case [B]Age:[/B] 17 [B]Appearance:[/B] [URL=http://art.slimemansion.com/original/destiny/007azalea.jpg]Case[/URL] [URL=http://art.slimemansion.com/original/destiny/019wing.jpg]The Golden Angel, Azalea[/URL] [B]Personality:[/B] Cool, calm, selfless and wise. Four words to describe a truly remarkable girl. Case does not judge her peers by stereotyping them, only by their personality. She has a dry, sarcastic and somewhat sardonic sense of humour that has sent more then one bully screaming for their mothers. She uses her large vocabulary and knowledge well, and can confuse an idiot as well as diss them terribly at the same time. A useful skill in school, surely. [B]Biography:[/B] Azalea, the Golden Angel. Beautiful, forgiving, seductive, and powerful all at once. Her skills of seduction were so great, she could have any man she wanted. She used this as her primary weapon in battle, along with her destructive grace with any weapon she could hold up with her seemingly frail frame. She saw the corruption of her home all too late. Azalea did not partake in the killing of the dark angel, but she died with the rest of them. The reincarnation turned out to be as stunningly beautiful as the Golden Angel herself. Casey Boccham moved to Canada from California when she was seven years old. At first she was riddiculed for her huge golden eyes and stunning pale blonde hair, but slowly Case became popular with the students as she grew. She inherited the weakening naïveté from Azalea, by becoming too forgiving and trusting, but luckily she also happened to inherit infinate wise-*** remarks and sarcastic tones from her sardonic parents. She does very well grade-wise and is one of the more popular kids in school. Ugh, I know this sign-up is crappy as hell, so tell me if I need to change anything.[/COLOR][/SIZE]

[COLOR=royalblue][SIZE=1] [B]Name:[/B] Laterose (Rose) [B]Age:[/B] 17 Seasons (I'n not old ::shakes fist:: ) [B]Species:[/B] Mouse [B]Apearance:[/B] The object of main affection in Redwall Abbey. Rose has sleek white fur and a rather long pink tail. She is slim and lanky, with long wiry arms and legs. Her ears are large and usally pulled back with a white and skyblue headband. Rose's eyes are hazel, the green and brown mixing together in perfect equalization. The young maiden usually wears sky blue tunic with jaggedy cuts where the long sleeves once where, and faded brown breeches. Her tail, often compared the Cluny the Scourge's due to the length, much to Rose's distaste, is usually curled around her slim frame like a pink belt. She has no scars or marks, due to a peaceful childhood at the Abbey. [B]Biography:[/B] Named after the beautiful wife of the great Martin the Warrior, Rose has certainly lived up to her namesake. She is the most celebrated singer in the Redwall Abbey, and there is no mistaking she is exceptionally pretty. Rose was born in the abbey, and has never left it in her life. She has many friends, of all species, who are drawn to her witty, sarcastic sense of humor, and her somewhat unscheduled bursts of hyperactivity that got her into trouble alot while still a young dibbun. She learned the art of archery at a young age, her parents thinking her build and stealth would be helpful, and also a way to keep her in one space for more then a few moments. Now, at 64 seasons, she can shoot any target at any length away without taking a second to aim. At almosy every feast in the abbey, Rose and Ferth, a grey squirrel whom Rose is on friendly terms with, go to the front of the hall. Rose to sing, and Ferth to dance, and usually Rose dances along with him. Rose's voice, ("the voice of the dear Laterose herself," the brothers and sisters tell her often and affectionately ) can make her fellows cry and laugh with her. Although her sarcastic and sometimes mean sense of humour has made more then one dibbun run crying to it's mother, Rose is extremely caring and soft to anyone who shows the slightest need for it. She is carefree, quick, and one of the most talented young archers in Redwall. I hope this is ok, I haven't read all of the series as of yet, but I think I know enough to get through the RPG, lol.[/COLOR][/SIZE]

[COLOR=indigo][SIZE=1] Jenny was, quite rudely, pulled out of her wonderful dream by someone shaking her. It was Steffanie, the Air person if she remembered correctly. "Hey, come on." She mumbled half-heartedly in some immature form of protest, but she dragged herself up. Her legs were very weak, so, comically, Jenny stumbled into a tree. No one (at least the ones who were awake) had the heart to laugh at her, so they went back to their own business. "Jenny hungry. Me want food." She said, smoothing out her hair and putting her mock-angry face on. She looked around, finding no presence of the Dragonet dude from last night. "Im going to go find the Dragnet guy, or whatever his name was." She announced, and the others just waved her on. She snorted, dissapointed no one was coming, but she walked off anyways. She saw Sebby, Jenny couldn't for the life of her remember Sebby's real name, and Dragonet. "Hey, Draggy! Got any food for your eager-eyed students?"[/COLOR][/SIZE]

[COLOR=indigo][SIZE=1] Lyra sat utop the high fence that surrounded the fair grounds. There were workers still adding the finishing touches, and eager young children were scattered around, peering over the fence with wide eyes. None were tall enough to rach the top were Lyra was sitting, a look of pure interest plastered over her young face. Ten years ago, at the last Luthen Fair, she remembered having the time of her life. She was supposed to stay with the other Academy children, but, like always, she had slipped away and enjoyed the fair with a nice young boy. Behind Lyra was a group of siblings, lower-class by the looks of them. There were three boys, all considerably older then the young girl, who looked as if she was the same age as Lyra when she first attened the fair. Lyra was completely oblivious to this, of course, as her head was totally in the clouds, as usual. She got pulled back by the gentle tugging of the hem of her dress, the one she had been made to wear to King Navare's breakfast party earlier. "Excuse me, miss." Came a shy little voice. Lyra turned to see it was the young girl, her brothers had gone off to speak with a few merchants. "Yes?" She coaxed gently, hopping gracefully off the fence. "Are you the Princess of this castle?" Lyra was suprised by the suddeness, and innocence, of the question. "Oh, deary me, no. Are you? You really look it, you know. The prettiest young thing I've ever laid my green eyes upon." She wasn't lying. The girl had rather long brown hair and large, blue eyes to match the stunningness of Lyra's herself. The girl bushed, looking at a particulary large beetle scuttling across the dirt road, but continued. "No, I'm a farmer, miss. I don't get to wear those fancy clothes or pretty jewlery like you do. You [i]must[/i] be a Princess." The girl inststed, looking comically exasperated and inpatient. Lyra chuckled. Her gown was anything but fancy as of now, as she had gotten it quite dirty playing a game with some of the farmer boys. She had a rather nice bracelett on that she recieved from one of her admirers, that she thought was pretty but kept it only for that reason. "Well, if exquisite jewlery proves you are a Princess, then I suppose it doesn't belong to me." The girl gaped as Lyra slipped the bracelet of her small wrist and handed it to the her. The girl beamed, but her brothers, who had only just arrived, glared at Lyra. "Our parents do not accept charitable gifts, m'lady." The tallest said politely, motioning for his sister to hand him the bracelet, but she held tight and looked to Lyra. "You may tell your parents, young man, that Lyra Hyrinsohn of the King's Academy is the giver of this gift." She put on her false-commanding voice and even added her schooling, just in case the parents hadn't heard of her. Which wasn't very likely, seeming as the brothers knew quite well as they stumbled to bow to her and rushed off down the road. The shortest was holding the sister's hand, and with her free she was waving to Lyra, grinning. Lyra smiled and headed for the castle doors to find something remotely interesting to do.[/COLOR][/SIZE]

[COLOR=indigo][SIZE=1] Jenny smirked on the inside, happy that she would be a little different from the rest. Sure, she did feel a bit guilty about leaving Lauren by herself, but she'd probably just go home with her best guy friend, Alex, anyways. [i]Lets just hope she doesn't run into anything,[/i] she thought, and would have laughed, but no noises were heard and her mouth wouldn't open. She felt and heard the wind getting stronger for a moment, and a very bright but quick flash of light stunned her for only a second. She wasn't dumb, she could tell everyone around her was getting a bit of a hang of their powers. She, full of adrenaline from the news, figured she could do the same. Screwing her eyes shut, she concentrated on everything she could think of that had to do with Ice. Glaciers, frezers, and those little Kool-Aid Freezie things that you buy 100 for 5 bucks for at the store, some of the few, flashed through her mind. Next second, a very breif chill ran through the wind, but Jenny and the others had to bear it laying still, because they couldn't even shiver. [i]Sorry everyone...[/i] she thought stupidly, hoping somehow the others could hear her apology. Obviously, they couldn't, and Jenny suddenly felt exhausted. She fell asleep thinking of her favorite music, playing the songs through her mind. OOC: Sorry if the 'Chill' thing was kind of stupid, but I had no ideas on what to do.[/COLOR][/SIZE]

[COLOR=indigo][SIZE=1] Jenny was standing with her back against the school wall, her backpack slung over her left arm. Her eyes were only half open as a result from a hard day of school, and she desperatly wanted Lauren to come so they could walk to Jenny's house. As she was standing by the entrance to the school, she could see in plain sight Lauren trying to ask the French teacher about the assignment. Ms. Leina, the teacher, was giving more then Lauren expected, making her ask the question in French. Jenny giggled as she watched her friend raise an eyebrow, obviously racking her brain for the right word. Jenny started waving her arms frantically, mouthing the word, trying to get her friend's attention, but something caught her eye as soon as she turned. Lauren, still with an eyebrow cocked, mouthed 'what?' and Jenny only spun her palm in a circle, motioning for her to speed it up. Her friend sighed and returned to the problem at hand. Jenny turned her head to look at what had caught her eye. To her suprise, whatever it was was directly infront of he nose. Caught off guard, Jenny fell backwards, glad none of her friends were watching. She jumped up next second, gaping at the light. She took a quick look around to see if someone was pointing a flashlight at her face, but no one was around. The light, a sort of crystal-ish silver-ish color, starting bumping into her forehead clumsily. "Not very bright...er, sorry, smart, are you?" Jenny mumbled as she grabbed the light in her hand the next time it tried smashing into her uneffectively. She opened her fist and the light sped out and forwards, only going a few feet before stopping. "Want me to go with you?" She asked it, feeling increasing dumb for speaking with a ball of light. Next second, the thing started diving down and going back up quickly, as if nodding. Jenny shrugged, and, looking back to check on Lauren and saw she wasn't done with the question. "I'll be back before she's done." She assured herself. Just in case, she told her friend Jonathan to tell Lauren she'd be right back, and followed the ligt into the school's forest. "Anyone at home, then?" [/COLOR][/SIZE]

[COLOR=indigo][SIZE=1][B]Name:[/B] Jennifer Urbanski [B]Age:[/B] 14 [B]Gender:[/B] Female [B]Element[/B] Er... That was a pretty obvious choice for you Lrb, I guess. Just makes me feel like the whole 'married on OB' thing is a bit strange because I feel you chose solely on the fact you two are 'married.' I guess i'll choose Ice. [B]Appearance:[/B]: Jenny has long, whispy light brown hair with natural blonde highlights. She has large blue eyes that portray her look of childish innocence. She is farily tall for age, about five feet six inches. She isn't the skinniest girl you could find, but she isn't obese or anything of that sort. She usually wears khakie capri pants and pearl-white shoes tha never sem to get dirty, and logo teeshirts she finds funny. [B]Personality:[/B] There is only one word to describe Jenny, "weird." Not in a sense meaning she is mean, perverted, or does strange things during the day. But, she laughs at almost anything that she finds even remotely funny, she has a very, very sarcastic sense of humor, and she'll act like she dosn't care about something just for a joke, but she really does. Jenny is basically one of the sweetest persons you could find, and she'd do anything to help a friend. [B]Biography:[/B] Jennifer Urbanski was born to Don and Jaylie Urbanski in Pheonix, Arizona, then moved to St.Louis Park, Minnesota. She was the first of four children (All girls, in this order: Jenny(14), Leah(8), Andrea(4), and Megan(1) ) She basically had a very normal life. She became very popular at school, got good grades, and was even allowed to make fun of her favorite teacher because he knew she was only kidding. Suprisingly, Jenny became best friends with one of less popular girls, the funniest kid in school, as she describes her. Lauren Mack, a girl born in California that moved to Minnesota when she was only a foew months old was her name, and the two of them have been best friends since the 2nd Grade. Both had the same personality, almost, and both loved everything th eother did. Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, and Pink Floyd, to name a few. As said before, Jenny isn't the skinniest girl you're going to find, but she is very athletic, much more so than Lauren, who is still rather skinny and tall. She plays in the Volleyball Team for school and is the star player. When she isn't playing sports with her other friends (Lauren isn't usually allowed to play on the weekdays because her parents are very busy) Jenny spends alot of time on the computer. It was one Friday afternoon, Jenny was waiting outside the Jr.High for Lauren, who wasn't finished talking with their French teacher about the homework assignment for the weekend. She blinked slowly in mock boredom, and when her eyes opened she jumped back a few inchest into the school wall. A little red light had flown past her face and was heading towards to the forest that was forbidden to the children to play in during school hours. Always up for a new 'adventure', she hesitated, but followed it anyways, thinking, [i]"I'll probably get back before Lauren's done, anyways."[/i] [B]Wow, I must really miss my best friend. This whole thing is basically her life (hey, guess who Lauren Mack is! lol) I hope this is ok, Lrb.[/COLOR][/SIZE][/B]

[COLOR=indigo][SIZE=1] [B]Name:[/B] Michelle Anthonies [B]Age:[/B] 15 [B]Gender:[/B] Female [B]In You Own Words:[/B] Well, you wanna know the basics, eh? My name is Michelle Anthonies. I have only just turned 15, and am quite tall for my age, 5'7" to be precise. I love listening to music (Classic Rock 'n Roll and the Beatles, mostly.) and reading. I have alot of friends here at the school I go to Jamesons Finishing School for Young Ladies, but believe me, I am anything but a lady. I am very tomboyish. I wear baggy shirts/jeans fit for people larger then I am. Most of my shirts have logos on them, like the Beatles or some other thing I am intersted in (The SImpsons, Family Gy, so on.) For a physical description, I have long wavy brown hair with natural blonde highlights. My eyes are blue and have a very curious golden rim around the iris. I am very athletic and am in every sport I can be in. I suppose I do well here, my grades are fine. But I am confused on why so many boys keep leaving, most of them are my friends, anyways, because they're aren't many tomboys here like myself except for those select few. [B]Student File # 1164[/B] Michelle Anthonies is one of our star athletes and top students, but I am afraid that her boyish influences are making her powers work a bit differently then they would have. She has quite an interesting power; she is able, as long as she thinks clearly about the object of desire (or, as we have recently found out, she doesn't need to think at all and she can just let her mind do the work), to either see a picture of it, moving and talking, even if it is of her own imagination. This is why we believe she likes reading so much, because unlike other students, she can actually see what's going on insetead of only reading the book. But, she also uses this power to not focus in her class and basically drift off into her own little world. I hope this is ok, Sonata.[/COLOR][/SIZE]

[COLOR=indigo][SIZE=1] OOC: I feel rejected somewhat, not being in your guy's group, but that's just me being me, I guess. :( Since no one bothered to add Ryan to their posts, lets just say she was dancing with Rob the whole time and somehow found out about everything that was happening. Ryan and Rob were sitting in the back of the limousine that Rob had ordered for the prom. The driver was taking them back to Ryan's house and then he would drop Rob off at his house. Ryan had her chin on her hand, looking out of the tinted window and thinking about the night's happenings. She hadn't been anywhere near them, but rumors started flying and she and Rob found out everything. Rob was sitting awkwardly on the other side, staring in front of him with a distant look on his face. When they reached Ryan's house, she kissed Rob and thanked the driver and sped inside. She made sure the boys were asleep then fell asleep on the couch. [center][b]Next Morning[/b][/center] Ryan awoke with a start, her brothers were screaming in her ears that her cellphone was ringing. " 'Ello?" She mumbled sleepily, rubbing her eyes with her right hand. "Ryan? It's Katie." "Oh, hey. What's up?" Katie told her all about Steven's plan to go the L.A with Micha, something Ryan didn't already know. "How could he? Just leave us here!?" "I know, calm down. He never left. Come over to his house, I'll call Rob." Ryan breathed a sigh of relief as Katie hung up. Ryan laughed when she noticed she was still wearing her prom dress, and changed into s pair of jeans and one of her many Beatles shirts. She made arrangements for Cal, Max, and Sam to go to a friends house then hopped in her car and started over to Steven's house, still a bit furious with him for even thinking of leaving.[/COLOR][/SIZE]

[COLOR=indigo][SIZE=1] I love Harry Potter, oh yes I do ::does a jig:: ^.^ BUT it's all wrong! Harry loves Cho, Ron loves Hermione, and Draco loves Giinny, dangit! Oh well, your RPG, not mine ;) lol. [B]Name:[/B] Fred Weasley [B]Age:[/B] Er, you Will have to make an exception for the twins, Sean. Fred and George are in their 7th year at Hogwarts in the fifth book. So, 17. [B]House:[/B]Gryffindor [B]Year:[/B]Seventh [B]Appearance:[/B] Since they both look the same and it's hella hard to find a picture of just Fred alone, I got one of both of the[URL=http://groups.msn.com/_Secure/0TgADAxkZswMXM0Hpx!cPZb9v*25DlT2hM!GiW1KBd31J!XewUkJm7zectInS*g5uLk8qNXBCTSmg99wNUvidLVBCBFz6FEQWDib*ZvcqQ0VJh!RRHdsJQw/moonlight.jpg?dc=4675418960947503988]twins.[/URL] [B]Personality:[/B] Fred is one of the two parts that make up the greatest trouble makers in the history of Hogwarts, matching up to even the Marauders themselves. He is very carefree, and obviously quite a trouble maker. He's lost loads of house points for Gryffindor because of his er..."tricks" but he is one of the most popular kids in school nonetheless and is actually pretty brilliant when it comes to school work. He doesn't take anything seriously which is most likely the reason why he and his twin, George, have had the most detentions of any other Hogwarts student. [B]Biography:[/B] Fred Weasley was born to Arthur and Molly Weasley on April First (go figure) 1978 ( yes, I know this stuff), with already three siblings born before him and his 13-minute older twin, George. Percival, William, and Charles (Percy, Bill, and Charlie) where only the first three, then came the twins, then Ronald and Ginevra (Ron and Ginny.) When Fred entered Hogwarts, he and George immeaditly found a passage out of the school on their [i]first day of term.[/i] Since then, they became the resident trouble makers and gained instant populairty. Fred's been the Beater for Gryffindor since their second year, and he has been described as "A human bludger himself." Currently, he is going out with fellow Gryffindor Angelina Johnson, who is a Chaser for Gryffindor as well as the Captain. He doesn't really have a best subject, but he favors Charms and despises Potions, or anything to do with Snape for that matter. I may have overdid it...oh well ^.^ I know everything about Harry Potter, so I couldn't resist.[/COLOR][/SIZE]

[COLOR=indigo][SIZE=1] OOC: Sorry I haven't posted in a while, but Taryn knows why so there ;). Having decided not to go to Beck's house during the night, Ryan and Rob had stayed up late playing with Max, Cal, and Sam. The next morning, Ryan woke up to her cell phone ringing. She gently pulled herself out of Rob's arms around her chest and answered her phone. "Hello?" "Ryan? It's Katie." "Oh, hey, Katie. What's up?" "Er...Nothing much. Do you and Rob want to come to the mall with the rest of the gang?" Ryan frowned, she knew Katie was hiding something, "Yeah, Ok. We'll me you there." "'Bye." "'Bye." Ryan hung up the phone stole back into the bed, kissing Rob's sleeping face multiple times before he woke up. "What's up, babe?" He asked, hugging her again and smiling. "We're going to the mall with Katie and Imi and everyone. Get dressed." She added, burying herself confertably in his chest and sighing before jumping out of bed again. She was wearing PJ bottoms with Happy Bunny on them saying "You Suck And That's Sad" and a very tight black tank top. He groaned sleepily and litterally fell out of bed. "You're so lazy, Rob!" Ryan laughed, throwing her pillow at him. He only got up and threw it back at her, smirking. This continued for a few minutes, when Ryan remembered they were supposed to be at the mall. They both got dressed quickly, said good bye to Calvin, Maxwell, and Samuel, and got into their respective cars. "No going through red lights today, babe!" Rob called out jokingly before slamming her car door shut. She didn't, and they both got to the mall at the same time, earlier it seemed then everyone else. They walked inside, Ryan under Rob's arm, and sat on the benches near the entrance. Ryan got closer to Rob and lay her head on his chest and they both waited for the others. OOC: Sorry it's crappy, but I am really tired.[/COLOR][/SIZE]