JJ Posted January 9, 2005 Share Posted January 9, 2005 [I]Excerpt from the ?Hometown Gazette? [/I] ?disappeared. His mother was not available for comment. The police suspect he ran off, although no evidence is present to say the ?Gash? didn?t get him. The present clues are that he was put to bed at eight PM, and was gone by 10. He also took nothing with him, and a rope of bed sheets was found hanging out of his window. The same clues were placed by the ?Gash? when he kidnapped Marissa Yanic last week. The only difference, being that Marissa put up a fight, leaving the room a mess. We?ll also?? [I]Excerpt from the ?Fallson Times?[/I] ?vanished. His mother is quoted saying, ?He?s only eight years old. How could someone do something like this? I want answers.? Answers were not in the chief?s book today, as he said, ?We have no further evidence to say yay or nay to your question on a kidnapping. His room showed no sign of a struggle, a simple note was left, and a rope of bed sheets was found fluttering under the window.? Where has he gone? [I]Excerpt from CIA Director Roger Cummings? Speech[/I] If we are to stop this from happening, we must act quickly. Already, all five subjects have been moved, and we must gather the pieces before they do. The fate of our status as an organization lies in gathering them. If we are to show them that we are loyal, we must find them. ?Them, them, them, them? The words echoed around in his brain. From black to light, the boy opened his eyes. He immediately realized he wasn?t in his room anymore. There were birds singing, and the sun shone brightly into his eyes. He sat up and surveyed his surroundings. It looked as if he was in a burned out building. There were loads of debris all around, and things still seemed to fall with a loud sound. ?Maybe, that?s what woke me up? he thought as he stood up. ?I better see if I can find anything or anyone.? He had not even stood up and turned all the way around, when he saw the other four laying there. His jaw fell, and he walked over to everyone to see if they were still breathing. They were, and he then sat down. Now, everything was up to time, and hope. [B]Signups, and Misc?[/B] Well, since you?ve gotten down this far, maybe I?d better explain stuff a little better. So far, we have five kids that are going to wake up in a burned out building. The CIA wants find stuff, and moved subjects. Also, kids are disappearing. This will be in Chapter Format, and if you not familiar with it, here?s an example. [B]Chapter 28[/B] [B]Characters Involved[/B] JJ, Ulla, and Cheese. [B]Chapter Information[/B] JJ and Ulla walk out on Cheese in an attempt to save her marriage. There will also be an order for posting. So, for that chapter it would be JJ, then Ulla, and then Cheese. Not everyone may be included in one chapter, so don?t be discouraged if you?re not a part. Your time will come. To signup for a kid, you?ll need all this lovely info. [B]Name[/B] [B]Gender[/B] (Two girls and two more boys) [B]Age[/B] (I need, a 17 year old (F), a 15 year old(M), 13 (M), and 11 year old.(F)) [B]Nationality[/B] (Let your name reflect this please) [B]Apperence[/B] (Written and/or pictures are fine) [B]Bio[/B] (How?s life been for he/she so far? At least two good paragraphs please) To signup for the CIA, this?ll be required. [B]Name[/B] [B]Gender[/B] (One man and one woman) [B]Age[/B] [B]Codename[/B] (If they?re in the field, what?s Ops going to call them?) [B]Apperence[/B] (Same as Kids) [B]Bio[/B] (How did he/she get recruited for the CIA? What events landed them on this case?) I hope that everything is clear as crystal. I?m looking forward to signups, and as always, just PM me if any problems arise. My signup shall follow after one or two people post. Also, if someone stole a spot you wanted, go ahead and signup for it, it's not a first come first serve type of thing. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options... Dragons_Bait15 Posted January 11, 2005 Share Posted January 11, 2005 Name: Ren Yukiko Gender: Female Age: 17 Nationality:Japenese Apperence:[URL=http://www.animevisions.net/Pictures/girls/Coldgirl.jpg]Ren[/URL] Wears red or dark blue shirts and blue jeans and tenis shoes. Always wears her hair out of her face. Bio: Life had been good for Ren until her family moved from Japan. Before she had been an A student and funny, she always cheered up her friends and family and was good with animals. Before she moved her parents had promised her a mustange wich she couldn't waite to get. She was artistic and competetive, but never let life get her down. She was lost in the airport for a while when a stranger came up and told her to follow him to her parents, so she did. Now she is lost with the others and has no clue what to do. Now she still smiles but she isn't as happy, the only thing that makes her go on is the others. The oldest and wiesest of the group she thinks it's her job to do everything. Hope works and will change. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options... Che Posted January 12, 2005 Share Posted January 12, 2005 [SIZE=1][FONT=Arial][COLOR=RoyalBlue][B]Name:[/B] Marissa Virola (Preferrably Mary or Maria) [B]Gender:[/B] Female [B]Age:[/B] 11 [B]Nationality:[/B] Hispanic [B]Apperence:[/B] **See Attachments!!** [B]Bio:[/B] Marissa had grown up...disturbed. Nobody really knew why. She had a loving family, she got good grades, not the best but still good, mind you. She was fairly spoiled, never abused, nothing. Mary just never talked with anyone. Not her parents. Not her sister. No one. She didn't have any friends, and she wasn't too concerned about making any, either. Instead, she replaced socialism with creativity. She read like it was her last book she'd ever read, and her entire room was one big bookcase. Everyone worried about her and her books. Aside from reading, Marissa would write in her notebooks, yet never let anyone read what she wrote. Whenever she asked for a new book or notebook (which was probably the only thing she ever asked for or even said in her life), her parents would always put up a little fuss, but eventually complied. One of their deepest fears was that Maria was suicidal; that books and writting were what kept her going. Probably not far from the truth. One night, though, she had managed to give into the insomnia that always plagued her, and she sat on her windowsill, reading by the moonlight. For her, it was the most beautiful sights she could ever see, and it inspired her more than anything else ever had. Then something happened that even she still doesn't understand. He was just [i]there[/i]. No warning. But she fought. She did her best to fight. Marissa's books that were stacked up near her fell over, as did the very bookcase. But he won in the end. He tied up her bedsheets and climbed down the make-shift rope, carrying her in one arm easily, no matter how hard she struggled. The only thing that crossed her mind had been: [i]"Why hadn't they woken up? Why didn't they come help me?"[/i] After that, she didn't remember anything except waking up with the rest of the children. And although she never admitteded it to anyone, she was scared. But besides that, though, she knew she needed a book or a notebook. Otherwise, she didn't know what she would do. ------------ ^_^ I just had to make someone with a slight....[i]mental disorder[/i] of some kind. I like this girl. She's awesome.[/COLOR][/FONT][/SIZE] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options... Angelus_Necare Posted January 14, 2005 Share Posted January 14, 2005 [size=1][color=darkslategray][b][u]Name:[/b][/u] Antonello "Anton" Pietro [b][u]Gender:[/b][/u] Male [b][u]Age:[/b][/u] 13 [b][u]Nationality:[/b][/u] Italian [b][u]Apperance:[/b][/u] Anton is a tall, wiry youth who appears to be growing rather akwardly through puberty. He stands a good six inches taller than the rest of his classmates, his voice still holds its soft child-like pitch now only begining to change to a screechy warble when he is excited, angry or frightened. His thick black hair hangs long enough to touch the top of his collar while unrully shaggy bangs are swept to the left side of his face. Anton's clear jade eyes hold a variety of different emotions, ranging from the brightest happiness to utmost despair. His taste in clothing is rather simple, as he likes to wear button shirts and loose slacks, his preference of colors tend to be earth tones. [b][u]Bio:[/u][/b] Antonello Pietro was born November 23, 1992 in Rome, Italy to Flora and Angelo Pietro. The proud parents who had nicknamed their only child "Anton", nourished him with literature, music and art in hopes of Anton becoming a creative and inspiring young man. His mother Flora, who was a linguistics teacher taught him english and was pleasantly surprised that her son picked it up so quickly. Anton's father was not around his only son as often as he liked. Being a police officer kept him away from home quite a bit. When Anton was seven, his father was killed in a gang shoot out. Leaving his mother no other choice but to pack what was left of her family up and moved to America where the rest of her family lived. Anton was indifferent about his father's death since he had seen very little of the man in his life. But his mother's obvious pain for her loss upsetted him greatly, moreso it seemed than moving away from his only home. Flora took a late-night teaching job in America, leaving Anton little time to see her while he went to school durring the day. When he arrived home at night he would refuse to converse with his mother's family in english, and would remain quiet untill his mother came home. School was not much different for the young boy. He would rarely talk to the other students, and while he was very fluent in english, he would pretend he knew little to nothing of the language to avoid talking to anyone. His antisocial ways didn't change dramastically within the next few years as he grew quieter and quieter amongst the few friends and family he has.[/color][/size] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options... Create an account or sign in to comment You need to be a member in order to leave a comment Create an account Sign up for a new account in our community. It's easy! Register a new account Sign in Already have an account? Sign in here. Sign In Now Share More sharing options... 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Dragons_Bait15 Posted January 11, 2005 Share Posted January 11, 2005 Name: Ren Yukiko Gender: Female Age: 17 Nationality:Japenese Apperence:[URL=http://www.animevisions.net/Pictures/girls/Coldgirl.jpg]Ren[/URL] Wears red or dark blue shirts and blue jeans and tenis shoes. Always wears her hair out of her face. Bio: Life had been good for Ren until her family moved from Japan. Before she had been an A student and funny, she always cheered up her friends and family and was good with animals. Before she moved her parents had promised her a mustange wich she couldn't waite to get. She was artistic and competetive, but never let life get her down. She was lost in the airport for a while when a stranger came up and told her to follow him to her parents, so she did. Now she is lost with the others and has no clue what to do. Now she still smiles but she isn't as happy, the only thing that makes her go on is the others. The oldest and wiesest of the group she thinks it's her job to do everything. Hope works and will change. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Che Posted January 12, 2005 Share Posted January 12, 2005 [SIZE=1][FONT=Arial][COLOR=RoyalBlue][B]Name:[/B] Marissa Virola (Preferrably Mary or Maria) [B]Gender:[/B] Female [B]Age:[/B] 11 [B]Nationality:[/B] Hispanic [B]Apperence:[/B] **See Attachments!!** [B]Bio:[/B] Marissa had grown up...disturbed. Nobody really knew why. She had a loving family, she got good grades, not the best but still good, mind you. She was fairly spoiled, never abused, nothing. Mary just never talked with anyone. Not her parents. Not her sister. No one. She didn't have any friends, and she wasn't too concerned about making any, either. Instead, she replaced socialism with creativity. She read like it was her last book she'd ever read, and her entire room was one big bookcase. Everyone worried about her and her books. Aside from reading, Marissa would write in her notebooks, yet never let anyone read what she wrote. Whenever she asked for a new book or notebook (which was probably the only thing she ever asked for or even said in her life), her parents would always put up a little fuss, but eventually complied. One of their deepest fears was that Maria was suicidal; that books and writting were what kept her going. Probably not far from the truth. One night, though, she had managed to give into the insomnia that always plagued her, and she sat on her windowsill, reading by the moonlight. For her, it was the most beautiful sights she could ever see, and it inspired her more than anything else ever had. Then something happened that even she still doesn't understand. He was just [i]there[/i]. No warning. But she fought. She did her best to fight. Marissa's books that were stacked up near her fell over, as did the very bookcase. But he won in the end. He tied up her bedsheets and climbed down the make-shift rope, carrying her in one arm easily, no matter how hard she struggled. The only thing that crossed her mind had been: [i]"Why hadn't they woken up? Why didn't they come help me?"[/i] After that, she didn't remember anything except waking up with the rest of the children. And although she never admitteded it to anyone, she was scared. But besides that, though, she knew she needed a book or a notebook. Otherwise, she didn't know what she would do. ------------ ^_^ I just had to make someone with a slight....[i]mental disorder[/i] of some kind. I like this girl. She's awesome.[/COLOR][/FONT][/SIZE] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Angelus_Necare Posted January 14, 2005 Share Posted January 14, 2005 [size=1][color=darkslategray][b][u]Name:[/b][/u] Antonello "Anton" Pietro [b][u]Gender:[/b][/u] Male [b][u]Age:[/b][/u] 13 [b][u]Nationality:[/b][/u] Italian [b][u]Apperance:[/b][/u] Anton is a tall, wiry youth who appears to be growing rather akwardly through puberty. He stands a good six inches taller than the rest of his classmates, his voice still holds its soft child-like pitch now only begining to change to a screechy warble when he is excited, angry or frightened. His thick black hair hangs long enough to touch the top of his collar while unrully shaggy bangs are swept to the left side of his face. Anton's clear jade eyes hold a variety of different emotions, ranging from the brightest happiness to utmost despair. His taste in clothing is rather simple, as he likes to wear button shirts and loose slacks, his preference of colors tend to be earth tones. [b][u]Bio:[/u][/b] Antonello Pietro was born November 23, 1992 in Rome, Italy to Flora and Angelo Pietro. The proud parents who had nicknamed their only child "Anton", nourished him with literature, music and art in hopes of Anton becoming a creative and inspiring young man. His mother Flora, who was a linguistics teacher taught him english and was pleasantly surprised that her son picked it up so quickly. Anton's father was not around his only son as often as he liked. Being a police officer kept him away from home quite a bit. When Anton was seven, his father was killed in a gang shoot out. Leaving his mother no other choice but to pack what was left of her family up and moved to America where the rest of her family lived. Anton was indifferent about his father's death since he had seen very little of the man in his life. But his mother's obvious pain for her loss upsetted him greatly, moreso it seemed than moving away from his only home. Flora took a late-night teaching job in America, leaving Anton little time to see her while he went to school durring the day. When he arrived home at night he would refuse to converse with his mother's family in english, and would remain quiet untill his mother came home. School was not much different for the young boy. He would rarely talk to the other students, and while he was very fluent in english, he would pretend he knew little to nothing of the language to avoid talking to anyone. His antisocial ways didn't change dramastically within the next few years as he grew quieter and quieter amongst the few friends and family he has.[/color][/size] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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