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[Kitty]

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"Jeez... You're the only one I know that'll walk around town in a skirt during winter, y'know that?" John teases. I'm looking down, so I see his hands at my sides, attempting to tickle me before he runs off ahead.

"Hey! I'm wearing a scarf!" I call, starting off after him as he disappears between the many people crowding the sidewalk.

This is what's it like. Being normal, I mean. John teasing me about something, followed by me chasing after him, threatening to give him the worst beating of his life. It's not like I can't fake the normal things, like playing video games with my brother or going to the mall with my group of friends. It's just that they don't feel right anymore. The 'normal' part of me faded away seven years ago. That's why I always find myself stopping to think about how things used to be.

"You alright, Miki?"

His voice alerts me that he's beside me. I look up, and see he has a hand on my shoulder. He must have been standing there for almost a minute. He's noticed that I've stopped and come back to ask why I'm not chasing him. You know, being normal, like I'm supposed to.

"Yeah. Fine," I mumble into my scarf, starting to walk away. I'm always the one ruining the relaxed mood and adding strange tension to the air when I'm with my friends. They don't say anything, but I'm sure they realize it, too.

It's not fair. No, not to me. I can't be unfair to myself. But it's not fair to John, or the rest of my friends and family. I can't tell them. I know they won't think any less of me, or at least I'd hope they wouldn't, if they knew, and they'd probably even try to help. It's starting to eat me up inside, keeping this secret. But I will spare them the horrible feelings this secret has infected me with.

I am cursed. I'm sure there are others like me. In fact, somehow, I [i]know[/i] there are others. But that doesn't make it any easier. I am the one human being on the planet that can control the temperature. Doesn't sound that bad, does it? I can turn the feel of a blizzard into a very windy day in a park during summer. But because of this 'gift', I can no longer feel anything but heat. The force of the wind, the wetness of the rain... or the touch of another person. The worst part is, sometimes I have dreams where I get this phantom feeling of things. It would be easier to accept this curse if those phantom feelings disappeared, but they stay to haunt me.

This loss of my sense of touch seems as if all the nerves in my body have been frozen by the cold that I can control. The only reason I even own my winter clothes is to try and fool everyone else. I'm not sure if it works, but it's all I can do, really. I hate wearing most of them, though, so they haven't been used more than twice, if that.

What these other 'cursed ones' can do, I'm not sure. I also don't know if there's anyway to get rid of this ability and get my sense of touch back, but I do know one thing. If I'm going to get rid off my power, I'll need to find the others who have powers. That's how this weird 'laws of curses' thing work, or so I've heard.

So, I'm going to start looking for them. Even if it means using all my money, and even some of Auntie's, to travel across the globe to find them. If they won't come willingly, I'll take them forcefully. Some might even live nearby one another, and even know each other. I don't know how long it will take to find them all, or even how I'm going to find them, or what I'll do once I have found everyone, but I'm willing to try. Whatever it takes, I'll do it.

I got this way after an accident when I was ten. I used to feel. I had always hated the pain in my knees after I scraped them, but now I long for it. I never know when I have an upset stomach or a broken bone until I throw up or I notice that my limb isn't working quite right. I almost lost my leg when I was twelve because of it.

My determination, I'm sure the others will understand it once I explain. They'll probably have been thinking about gathering us all together to find a solution, too. They just might not have the resources to do it, or may have been in too much doubt to admit that there could be others.

But they'll want to fix things. They'll want to get back the normal that has long since faded away. I'm the one that's going to find them all so we can.

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Alright. That was probably a long and boring read, and probably sounds angsty and stupid. I know, I know. But the actual RP will be more fun and exciting than that (or at least I hope so). Now, this was thought up in a random brainstorm I got yesterday around dinner time, and I spent about four hours writing it up. Since I haven't done an RP in a while, I figured I'd do it now. However, this idea doesn't seem absolutely great to me (even though I came up with it; go figure), so I won't feel disappointed if this doesn't get much notice.

But anyway, I'm going to be playing Miki, the young girl from the monologue/story above that's out to find the others who are cursed and bring them all together so they can find a way to get back what was taken away from them. You can be pretty much anyone you want, whether you are cursed or just someone that somehow found out about it and wants to help. To make things go a little faster, you're all going to have to be within the US. You don't have to have been born there originally, but you have to be living there now or visiting or something. And it would be great if a few of you (if not all) knew each other. Whether by going to the same schools, being neighbors, or even pen pals. You can even know Miki already, but keep in mind that even if you know her, you won't know that she is cursed.

So, without anymore babbling, here's the sign up.

[b]Name[/b]:

[b]Nickname(s)[/b]: Optional.

[b]Age[/b]: Anywhere from 10 (which is the age everyone realizes the curse) to 25 (if you want to stay out of the angsty, mall-obsessed years).

[b]Gender[/b]:

[b]Origin[/b]: Where you were born. (You can include the city or state if you want to.)

[b]Current Residence[/b]: Where you are now.

[b]Appearance[/b]: Picture or description or both. Either is fine.

[b]Curse[/b]: This is only for those who are cursed. What power did it give you and what did it take away? Go wild with this one (keeping it within reason, though; no being able to control time or making things exist and unexist), but make sure that whatever is taken away is something relativaly similar to what you gain.

[b]Personality[/b]: Make this somewhat varied, and describe how you feel about the curse. Are you happy or upset about it? This will determine whether or not you will be easy to convince when Miki finds you.

[b]Biography[/b]: If you are cursed, remember that you were born cursed, but only at the age of 10 did it begin to show. Include whatever incident that happened when you were 10 and how you came to the United States. Or, if you aren't cursed, describe how you came to know of the curse.

I'm willing to take anywhere from three to ten for this, though I don't expect to get many. If there are (miraculously) more than ten sign ups, if they're of good quality, I'll take more. Keep in mind that even if you're the third person to post your sign up, you aren't guarenteed to get in. Here's the sign up for my character to give you all an example. (Your biography doesn't have to be as long as mine, though. I just like typing a lot. >_>'')

[b]Name[/b]: Miki Aoiro
[b]Nickname(s)[/b]: Her friends developed the nickname Blue, but she has developed Heatwave as an alias for herself.
[b]Age[/b]: 17
[b]Gender[/b]: Female
[b]Origin[/b]: Japan (Kakunodate, Senboku District, Akita)
[b]Current Residence[/b]: New York
[b]Appearance[/b]: [url=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/PicKitty/RandomPicchus/Oguitarbabe.jpg]Miki[/url]

Miki almost always wears her scarf, even in the warm months of summer, because she had it on the day she got her curse. Other than that, her attire differs from day to day. She prefers wearing skirts with her sandals, but she'll wear her boots and thigh-high socks often, too. She normally wears t-shirts or tanktops underneath her scarf, and only wears a jacket when she feels it would match the rest of her outfit. She stands at just under 5 feet 8 inches tall, and she has green eyes and brown hair that reaches down past her hips, but she normally keeps it up in a ponytail.

[b]Curse[/b]: Can control the degree of heat in the body of a person or group of people (aka temperature) in exchange for her sense of touch, other than heat but including pain.

[b]Personality[/b]: Ever since she became cursed, Miki has developed a very aloof state of mind. She is very distant and feels alone, even when she is surrounded by others. She has also become very shy, when she used to be very bold. She is very passive about things, unless she has a very strong feeling for or against something, but that is rarely the case. She is good at keeping secrets and lying to someone else's face with a calm, believable expression, but she always feels somewhat guilty about doing so, depending on who she isn't being truthful with. The only real thing she's found hope in is finding the others, even though she has no proof that there even are others. But once she's decided to do something, there is no changing her mind.

[b]Biography[/b]: Miki was born in the small town of Kakunodate on the island of Akita in Japan to a middle class family. She was a regular child and did regular things with her regular parents and older brother Haru. She went to school, did well and made friends. Like most children do. She had family all over the world, so she learned the basics of many languages. At school, she studied Japanese and English mainly, as did many other students. Her family also went on vacations during her school's breaks, like others did.

The winter she turned ten, Miki's family went to Tokyo to visit her cousins. They had planed to stay a week at her uncle's home, but the trip didn't last four days. On the third day, they were walking through the city, heading to a popular restaurant to eat at for lunch. Miki had been complaining about her heavy winter coat and started imagining warmer weather. Soon, she actually began feeling the heat she was imagining and removed her coat, following the rest of her family in just her scarf, shirt and skirt. The farther they walked, the farther she fell behind. When they went to cross the crosswalk, she was almost completely out of sight, even though they all assumed she was right behind them. As the large crowd of people bumped by her, she dropped her winter coat back on the sidewalk, but she couldn't go back to get it until the large stampede of pedestrians passed by. Once the crowd had dissolved enough, she ran back and got it. Her parents had finally realized that she wasn't right behind them, and had chased back after her, but as they walked onto the crosswalk, they were hit by the oncoming traffic that couldn't stop in time.

Miki, age 10, and Haru, age 13, stayed with their cousins until the funeral, where their aunt, who had been living in the United States for several years, invited them to come live with her since she had a much bigger house in a smaller, less busy town. They were encouraged to accept, and in the end, decided to go back with her. Before leaving, they flew back home to gather the rest of their important belongings and clothes. The rest of their relatives would figure out what would happen to the house and money left behind. Both kids were given the equivalent of 1000 dollars of US currency from their parents' estate before moving in with their aunt.

Miki immediately went into withdrawl, keeping her feelings of worry and sadness and guilt to herself, along with the knowledge of her declining sense of touch, and the many random waves of temperature she had been experiencing ever since the move. She started school with Haru about a month after they settled in. Though she started out shy and quiet, she did develop a few friends rather quickly. She started feeling normal again, but by the time her eleventh birthday came about, she had completely lost her sense of touch and had discovered the strange ability to control how hot or cold she felt. She practiced on others, too, and could see she could control their temperatures as well. She thought it was an interesting gift, but not worth the price she unwillingly paid. But still, she kept it secret, and she pretended like everything was normal.

Miki has been fooling her friends and family for six long years, and she's finally decided it's time to do something about the curse. She has been visiting libraries and spending countless hours on the internet searching for some clues or hints or suggestions or details or [i]anything[/i]. She hasn't found anything extremely helpful yet, but she has found vague details that gave her the idea to search for the others. Even during her search, she plans to bring along her laptop to search for more details. She wants to tell her brother and aunt about her curse before she leaves, but she has yet to gather up the courage to do so.

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Alright. It's 3 in the morning and I am [i]tired[/i]! So I'm going to sleep now. xP If there are any more updates or details, I'll be sure to edit and let you know.[/size]

[Starwind]

[B]Name:[/B] James Eldon

[B]Nickname:[/B] G

[B]Age:[/B] 18

[B]Gender:[/B] Male

[B]Origin:[/B] Florida, Tarpon Springs

[B]Current Residence:[/B] New York city, Manhatan

[B]Appearance:[/B] [URL=http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c384/GeneOutlaw/Tanner.jpg][B][U]James Eldon[/U][/B][/URL]. He stands about 5'9 and wieghts 175 lbs. He still has fairly tan skin from when he was still living in Florida.

[B]Curse:[/B] His body has undue strength and endurance. He is abnomrally strong and is like wise, very tough. But at this token he has slowly began to grow emotionally fainter. He has slowly become less and less able to express even the most basic of emotions. At present he is almost completely incapiable of showing or feeling emotion, and is often times veiwed as cold and sometimes depressed.

[B]Personality:[/B] At this point in his life is almost non-existent. He still holds a great morale fiber, and knows right from wrong, he just seems like he doesn't care. He stands up for the little guy and puts himself out there, but never seems to care about anything. He never fights back though, he just sits back and takes his thrashing, never showing any displeassure or even irrataion toward this.

[B]Biography:[/B] He was born in the small greek town of Tarpon Springs on the west coast of central Florida. He was born a normal child just like anyone else, he was a kind and happy little boy. Sadly he wasn't very strong or assertive, as such, he got bullied and teased mercilessli. He wished he could be stronger, that he didn't have to feel so bad all the time. Ironic for how things turned out.

When he turned ten, the curse first began to set in. He suddenly wasn't such an easy target anymore, and it was great at first. However, as time went on and years passed, he found that he wanted nothing more then for this to pass. He became discontent and lost the few friends he had. The only ones who wanted to be around him were those who wanted to be securred, as he was seen as cold they also assumed he was vicous. He left Tarpon Springs when he was 16 to move out to live with his aunt and uncle. They lived in an upper class home and his parents thought that a change of scenery might help him regain the spark he once had, but they don't realize that it's will never retutn. He is forever haunted by his curse.

[Latharix_sama]

Name: Latharix Mathribus

Nickname(s): La-chan

Age: 15

Gender: Female

Origin: Liverpool, UK

Current Residence: Nashville, Tennessee

Appearance: Latharix has a height of 5'7 feet and a lanky figure. She has shoulder-length brown hair that she keeps down and cool grey eyes that seem to change colors in the light. Her skin is quite pale. She often wears baggy, dark colored clothes and has the appearance of someone who doesn't really care how they look.

Curse: Latharix has the ability to heal others. She can cure illnesses and heal wounds. The side effect of this curse is that she herself is very weak, fragile, and has a dwindling immune system.

Personality: She is very kind and selfless. Her submissive and unselfish attitude towards others often diverts their attention from her blatant disregard for her own wellbeing.

Biography: Latharix was born in Liverpool, United Kingdom, to a couple of punk rock musicians who claimed that she was an accident. Her mother split up with her father shortly after her 3rd birthday and ran off to America with her.

Latharix was always surrounded by friends who flocked to her because of her considerate nature. She loved helping them out when they were needy, but she wanted to be able help them even more.

When she was ten, her best friend was diagnosed with lukemia. By the time the doctors found out, she was almost consumed by the disease. They could do nothing but watch her die.

Latharix stayed in her hospital room along with her friend's mother on the her last night. Latharix weeped and hugged her friend tightly, willing it all to just end. Suddenly, her friend coughed and rose up in her bed. She started talking to them all as if nothing was wrong. The doctors ran tests and discovered that the cancer was miraculously vanishing before their eyes. Everyone crowded around the girl's bed to tell her the good news.

Latharix smiled and didn't realize that anything was wrong until she suddenly blacked out...

Ever since that moment, she has foolishly continued this cycle of healing and then consequentially getting weaker and weaker.

[thezerosystem]

Name:Lydia Rook

Nickname: Lady Rook

Age: 19

Gender:Female

Origin: Maine, USA

Current Residence: Missouri, USA

Appearance: [URL=http://s.deviantart.com/styles/blank.png]Here.[/URL] About 5'4", with fair skin and dark brown, almost black hair cut short around her chin, and wide, empty blue eyes. She wears alot of black, simply to avoid mismatching, and is often mistaken for an old fashioned goth. (Pictues coming)

Curse: At the age of ten Lydia began having vision problems. Vision problems, meaning that she would suddenly have visions of people and places other than those in front of her. As her grandmother suffered from the same curse, Lydia gradually learned that she was not (as the other children in school aunted her) clairvoiant, nor a witch; she was simply seeing through the eyes of the neighborhood animals. As her own sight faded, she learned to control her curse somewhat, using the eyes of the animals around her in place of her own. Every great once in a while, she will see through the eyes of another human, but this she cannot control. She is very greatful it does not happen often.

Personality: Soft Spoken and reclusive, Lydia is nevertheless a very headstrong young girl, and the rest of the world be tossed. She wants her eyes back, but at the same time I as her writer would like her to learn to put others interests ahead of her own. She's learning, but there is a great deal of bitterness and fear inside her because of the way she and her grandmother have been treated by the townspeople. She is very lonely.

Biography: Lydia remembers very little of her parents, they were killed in a fire when she was four and visiting her grandmother one summer. When the news came, her grandmother simply nodded and told her she was going to be living with her from now on. Lydia may have cried, a little, she was really too young to understand very much. School was always a nightmare, as the other kids favorite pastime seemed to be to taunt Lydia about the rumors about her grandmother. She learned not to fight, but to take her revenge quietly... When she turned ten, and began to inherit the curse, her grandmother taught her everything she could about sight shifting, as well as just generally living blind without cutting yourself in the kitchen of falling down the stairs of their old manor house. But the old woman died when Lydia was fourteen, leaving her alone on a farm no one in the small town would come near. The grocery man, an old friend of her grandmothers, stops by twice a week to bring her supplies, but for the most part Lydia preferres the company of her (God only knows how many) cats and ancient crow that lives in the tree in her backyard. She named his Quirky, but he isn't a pet by any means. He bites.

[Deadpool]

Name: Jack Pennington. Alais is Micah Welsch

Nickname: Striker

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Origin: Colorado Springs, Colorado

Current Residence: Washington D.C.

Appearance: [url=http://photobucket.com/albums/d41/whitewolf_fang/?action=view¤t=Devil20May20Cry2001.jpg]Micah2[/url]

Curse: He can read people's minds knowing everything about them, their fears, their darkest sercets. He has also found a way to mess with poepl's minds, making even teh bravest person go cowering in the corner. The only downside is that over the past eight years, he has develpoed an alter ego that has grown more violent as time went on, his temper becoming shorter and shorter each week. Even the smallest thing could set him off into his other personality.

Personality: Once a nice, romantic young man that was outgoing, he has become somewhat cold and quiet. He is still nice to the poepl around him until something makes him mad. This sends him into his other self, making him extremely violent and ruthless. He becomes cold as ice and mean and dark, using others for his own personal gain. usually the only way to turn him back is to knock him out, otherwise he will go crazy.

Biography: Micah(Jack) was one of the kids that everyone knew. He was freinds with everyone on the block until he turned ten. His first encounter with his curse is that he grabbed his mom's hand and knew everything about her, including her affair. He asked her about the man as his dad entered the room. Two weeks later and his family was divorced.

Micah stayed with his dad who was a Congressman, which meant they moved to Washington D.C. instead of staying in Colorado. As time went on, Micah began to become increasingly hostile and mean to everyone. One night he asked for his dad to buy him a toy and his dad said no. Micah lost all control as he attacked his dad. He blacked out after hitting his head on the table and woke up in a asylum.

After several years, Micah found a way to use his unwanted power and convinced the people to let him out. He made it home to find his dad dead and everything left to his name. He has had to change his name due to the police looking for him after he escaped.

[Zephyr]

OOC: Curse you, Oblivion. You took my idea. :animeswea Anyway, here is my sign-up. Let me know if anything needs to be changed.


Name: Jaime Wolf

Nickname(s): Gemini, Castor (Male) & Pollox (Female)

Age: 18

Gender: Male/Female (I?ll explain later)

Origin: Central Iowa

Current Residence: Wanders, but currently in northern Illinois

Curse: Jaime is able to change the physical shape of his/her body; to take on any desired form. The basic limitations for a human form are the only thing that provides limits on the form taken. The downside is that Jaime has lost the memory of his/her original form, and his/her personality has split into two forms: one male, one female.

Appearance: (Male): In his male form Jaime usually takes on the shape of a person six-foot tall, with red hair, and brown eyes. His body is not generally strong looking, and tends to have long arms and legs. His face is one that most people would forget in a heartbeat, since it is rather generic and does not really stand out. His attire is normally just a T-shirt, dark blue jeans, and black street shoes.

(Female): Jaime?s female form tops out at about 5? 7?. Her hair is black, about shoulder length, and has blue streaks across the front bangs, which match the dark blue of her piercing eyes. She has a decent amount of muscle on her arms, and a red tattoo that looks like thorn-covered vines on her upper right arm. Few forget her face, not for it?s beauty, but for how her eyes seem to stare into their souls. Her attire consists of a pair of jean with frayed cuffs and knees, a white sleeveless shirt, a denim jacket with the arms torn off at the middle of the upper-arms, and a pair of boots.

(Side note): Appearance will obviously change when needed during the RPG, however the appearances above are for ?off periods? when there is no need to change into someone else. Also, for the sake of simplicity I will assume that clothing is part of the change (unless you want it to be different, Kitty).

Personality: (Male): Calm and levelheaded, he takes his time to think about his next move. He is friendly, but not really outgoing, though it does not seem to be difficult for him to make friends when he speaks with people. Also shows himself to be intelligent.

(Female): The proverbial ?wild side? of Jaime, she is cunning and ruthless. She is not outgoing, but can be boisterous in a group. It can be hard for her to get along with people, since she seems to either scare them or annoy them. More often then not she would prefer to fix her prized motorcycle than deal with most people, and she would gladly stab someone in the back if it got her what she wanted.

Biography: Jaime was born as James Wolf, and into a rather normal family. His father worked in a factory during the day, and his mother worked late at an upscale restaurant a few towns away. While they did not have a great deal of money for luxury items, they managed enough to stay healthy. All in all, a normal family life. In truth, the whole town was just plain ?normal.? Not much seemed to change in city, and no major events caused it to stand out. The town was just normal. Average. Boring.

This began to change shortly after his tenth birthday. He began to notice strange behaviors with his body, where is seemed that clothing would fit one day, but not the next. One morning he woke up to find his hands had grown longer nails, and were somewhat feminine, though he chalked this up to just being groggy. He also began to notice the growing presence of a voice within his mind, one that did not seem like his own. Soon, he started to black out during classes, and wake up to find himself in trouble for something he never did. No matter how many doctors he was taken to no one could tell him anything but one thing: he was ?normal.?

Everything culminated at about the age of twelve, when he finally became conscious during one of his blackouts. He saw himself pummeling someone, yet had no control over his hands. When he tried to shout no words came out, but a female voice answered him. The voice asked why ?we? should stop, that they attacked ?us? first. James learned after the fight about his ?second mind,? and even about the abilities he had. After all those years it turned out he was not normal.

The next several years were difficult, as the two had to learn how to work together. One change made was calling themselves Jaime, so that there would be no argument over a male or female name. Other issues involved who would have control of their body, and how far they could push its limits. In the end they worked things out, but there was another strain they had neglected. Due to the differences that Jaime had, people had begun to look at his entire family differently. Old friends stopped seeing them, people in town whispered, and as a result the marriage between his mother and father was tearing itself apart. In one final act to save it both sides of Jaime agreed to leave. In the end they left in the middle of the night at the age of 17, taking only what money they had saved, enough dried food to last them for a week or two, and their father?s unused motorcycle. Since then they have wandered around, working odd jobs, and hiding their unique ability.

[Andrew]

[B]Name:[/B] Andrew J. Curtis

[B]Nickname(s):[/B] Sometimes AJ.

[B]Age:[/B] 24

[B]Gender:[/B] Male

[B]Origin:[/B] South Wales, UK

[B]Current Residence:[/B] Queens, New York

[B]Appearance:[/B] Around 5’9” and weighs little more than 130lbs. Andrew has a thin frame and looks terribly pale all the time. He has large black patches right below his eyes and almost looks skeletal in his appearance. His light brown hair is always spiked vertically upwards and is one of the only things on his body that Andrew takes pride in. For his job he normally wears black suits and when in casual dress he normally wears baggy jeans and other baggy clothing on his torso. He is also known to wear sunglasses more often than he should as he doesn’t like the sun much and it acts as a cover for the huge black bags under his eyes.

[B]Curse:[/B] Andrew has been gifted with the ability to control all the Earth’s metal, by tampering with their electrons and using magnetic and electro-magnetic forces. However, as a result, the levels of Iron, Calcium and other required metals in his body are dangerously low, making him weak.

[B]Personality:[/B] Andrew has become very bitter and angry with the world, thanks largely to his ‘condition’. Deep inside remains the happy child he once was, waiting to get out, but on the surface he seems cold, pessimistic and in some cases sadistic. He has a very wry sense of humour and enjoys goading others while either remaining totally stoic or wearing a maniacal grin. In general many people try not to bother getting close to him or asking him why he is always so bitter, so Andrew adds loneliness to his list of things he hates about his life. Since discovering his powers Andrew has used them in perverse and outright wrong ways to gain slight enjoyment from his otherwise hellish life.

[B]Biography:[/B] Originally Andrew was a happy child, full of enthusiasm and curiosity. Interestingly enough, before his 10th birthday he was also well on his way to developing a strong and muscular body. He never suffered from illness and was always the first person to cheers others up and encourages them.

The day after his almost perfect 10th birthday however, he fainted for apparently no reason and was rushed to hospital. The doctors warned his parents that his iron levels were dangerously low and he was anaemic. This came as a shock to everyone considering his previous health and after more tests it was also revealed that due to a lack of calcium, Andrew’s bones had become fragile and weak.

Moving on with life was difficult. Andrew was given several vitamin tablets and God knows what else to take religiously every day until his condition improved. It never did. Andrew has since been stuck with a weak body, constantly taking pills for this and that and being almost constantly miserable.

Still somewhat optimistic, he ploughed on with his schoolwork, using his intelligence to get him through and he eventually got through University and into a comfortable job with a large international firm. It wasn’t until just after he’d left University that he realised that his ‘curse’ offered something in return.

He could apparently move things just by looking at them. Through study and trial and error he learned that these ‘things’ were only things which contained metal or had some kind of magnetic field working on them. He didn’t play with it much though, the job he had acquired, required him to move to the States. It was while he was on the way there that he really started playing with his abilities.

Andrew attempted to move the plane as it was in flight. Of course it went wrong and the plane began to lose altitude. Fearing for his life he allowed the pilot to re-take control of the plane and with amazing skill, the pilot levelled the plane out and they got safely to NY City. Andrew left the plane with a huge grin across his face. He began using his powers in terrible ways, throwing people into the face of death and then quickly pulling them back. With little remorse for any of it he just thought of it as making others feel the pain that he has known for a lifetime.

[Anne]

[COLOR=Blue][size=1][b]Name:[/b] Charisma Scheer
[b]Age:[/b] 24
[b]Gender:[/b] Female
[b]Origin:[/b] Vernon , Ct.
[b]Current Residence:[/b] Philadelphia, Pa

[b]Appearance:[/b] [URL=http://animepa.csusm.edu/galleries/M-N/MadLoveChase/lg/Save0168.JPG ]Picture of Charisma[/URL] Charisma stands 5?2?. At work she tends to wear nice clothing a pair of slack with a matching blouse and when she has meetings she will wear a suit. During the times she is not at work she tends to dress a bite nicer in skirts and dresses, except for the winter time when she dresses in nice clacks and the occasional skirts. She tends to wear only one coat, a long black Victorian printed coat with around the arms and neck collar black faux fur is trimmed. The coat comes neatly down to her ankle and has three double buttons on the front of the coat. On the back of the coat it had a black ribbon that can be used to tie and make the coat a bit snugger.

[b]Curse:[/b] Charisma has the ability to control the air and air currents. But because of the curse she has very bad breathing and lung problems. She is not able to over due on exerting herself physically. If she does she can?t catch her breath and every once in a while she tends to pass out. Charisma can only control the air for a short time, if she keeps control of it for longer than 10 minutes her body because very stressed making it hard for her to breath.

[b] Personality:[/b] Charisma has always been full of energy and loved to be on the go. She is very kind hearted and has no problem helping others out when they need it. As an art director for a design firm she has learned to be level head, she looks at what needs to be done and makes sure it gets done. She will get on peoples cases to get there work done and make sure that all deadlines are met. Charisma is one who loves to live in stress she claims that is the only time that she is alive, thought this wears her body down. When Charisma doesn?t have any stress in her life she tends to be become very bored and doesn?t really know what to do with herself. She always has been able to make friends easily throughout her life and always has enjoyed being who she is.

[b]Biography:[/b] Charisma has always been full of life and energy. She made friends where ever she was even at an early age. Her family moved around a lot but it really never bothered she always kept in touch with her friends through letters or on the phone. Charisma loved to play outside and loved to play in the field like any other child. Her life did changed during the summer of her tenth year, a couple months after her tenth birthday.

[I]?Come on Charisma, hurry up. They are going to be shooting off the rocket any second! Do you want to miss it?? A young boy with dark brown hair had stopped running waiting for her to catch up. They where off to watch the rocket they had made be launch.

?I am coming, it isn?t my fault my legs are shorter than yours, Jeremy. I am running as past as I can.? She shot back not missing a stride in her run. Her long ebony coloured hair flew behind from the wind as she ran towards the group of friends in the distant.

AS she was nearing them something felt wrong, it was getting hard for her to breathe. She stopped in her tracks and clutched at her throat trying to gasp for air. Her friends around her realized something was wrong, but she couldn?t tell them what was wrong. Charisma heard the calling her name asking her what was wrong and if she was okay. Her eyesight began to blurring and soon everything was starting to become black. She felt a hand grab her as she was about to fall over as she passed out.

Charisma awoke in the hospital with her Mom and Jeremy beside her. She looked at them confused, ?What happened? While am I in the hospital??

?You passed out dummy, remember?? Jeremy stood over her with a relived look on his face.

?I am glad you are okay, Honey.? Her Mom lends over her and gave her a hug. ?The doctor said that you have to take it easy from no on. It seems there is something wrong with your lungs and when you make sure lungs work to hard you can?t breathe. Like today when you where running in the field you can?t do that anymore, Sweetie, I am sorry. You are going to learn to take it easy. [/I]

At first Charisma thought this was a hard thing and took it badly, but as time went on she found it really wasn?t that bad at all. She may not be able to always keep up with everyone, but it was okay. While she was in high school she found that she could control the wind currents. She had found out by accident when she was wishing that a stack of paper another girl was carrying would drop them and as she was think this gust of wind blew them from the girls hand. Charisma began experiment with this and found that it could be very useful. She never really used it to harm another person but she used it to play tricks on other sometimes. While she was experimenting with it though she found she could only keep control for ten minutes before her body became to much physically stress and she would start having hard time breathing.

As she grew older she put all her energy into the arts, Charisma found a passion for design work, be it either graphic, fashion, publishing or any. She trained and studied hard. She went to an art college for a while but than decided to leave and traveled to New York. There she trained in a graphic design firm for a while and than moved to Los Angels where she stayed for a year.


At the age of twenty three she was offered a job in Philadelphia as an art director for a graphic design firm, specializing in coming up with corporate identities. She fit along great there and loved the team that she worked with. Charisma loves the feel of the stress the deadlines put her under mentally. It seems she always works the best that way. As she found out that physically stress makes her body weaker, mental stress really didn?t effect her breathing much at all, though sometimes it did. This she founds was the best part of all because stress was what made her tick, since she has this not being able to really run around and or do anything strenuously physical it doesn?t really matter or bother her to much. [/size][/COLOR]

[digiX]

Name: Rurino Govercha

Nickname: Ruri

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Origin: Venice, Italy

Current Residence: St. Paul Minnesota

Appearance: below

Curse: She can Alter the structure of non living matter. Like she can make a vase so that you can shoot it and the bullets travel threw it, or take a pebble and make it so heavy it makes a crater in the ground. But the actual appearance of the object doesn?t change. because of this she has become unstable she is paranoid and unstable and violent and a whole range of different emotions.

Personality: She is very unstable and violent and paranoid unable to grasp the concept of why she is so unstable. She but she has a penal she knows only as ?Blue? she is able to keep Ruri stable? sometimes.

Biography: Ruri is unstable most of the time so the Italian government sent her to the US for observation. She was subdued with drugs but nothing ever worked. The only thing to calm her down is talking to her pen pal Blue. They have made a magical universe about curses and fairies and witches and it keeps her stable. But not for very long when she is very unstable. She alters the matter of her room so that it no one can get in to her room, and she just alters whatever. She pleases slowly her mental stability degenerates sometimes she hears voices, and sees things she wants to escape. But she finds herself unable to commit suicide until she meets her friend ?Blue? she hopes one day to meet her so she can Finally commit suicide.

[Asim]

[SIZE=2][COLOR=Teal][B]Name:[/B] Asim Harith Yousuf.

[B]Nickname(s):[/B] Dreamer, or sometimes Golden Boy.

[B]Age:[/B] 19.

[B]Gender:[/B] Male.

[B]Origin:[/B] Baghdad, Iraq.

[B]Current Residence:[/B] A friend's apartment in the Hamptons in New York City.

[B]Appearance: [/B]
He is 6ft5 in height, with an athletic, muscular, and well toned body. He wears light beige cotton cargos, and a light blue collared cotton T-shirt, with a sleeveless navy blue vest over it. Around his waist is a brown leather belt with a square shaped silver buckle. He also wears mirror lens shades (Think Top gun in shape), a pair of blue and white basketball sneakers, a silver analog swatch on his left wrist, and white, blue streaked cotton socks of medium length. He always carries his MP3 player with him in his side pocket. Sometimes he wears a pair of reddish brown fur lined leather gloves, when he doesn't wear them you can see them sticking out of his back pocket. Has a scruffy very light moustache, and beard. His hair is dark brown, and his eyes are also dark brown. He has a sharp nose, and long eyebrows. His eyes are slightly slit, and his ears are a bit pointy. He can look very fierce at times, yet so gentle at others; considered handsome, and positively strange.

[B]Curse:[/B]
Gravity Break: He can manipulate gravity to almost every possible extent, this combined with his formidable knowledge of martial arts is very dangerous indeed; it enables him to perform maneuvers that are otherwise impossible. He can also shift his body weight freely, and magnify it with his gravity control (i.e. he can shift his entire weight and magnify it into a punch, use it to jump, levitate himself, walk on extremely thin or narrow surfaces by balancing himself?etc). Also there is somewhat telekinetic characteristic to this ability, since he can move objects or hurl them by focusing his thoughts. This power has been increasingly growing stronger since the day he discovered it; his jumping ability, speed, agility, range of control, strength?etc. This power however is starting to affect his peace of mind; he hears voices, and chaotic sounds to an unbearable extent at times. It troubles him greatly, and can make the simplest task impossible at times; it is literally driving him insane. He hates this. It also cripples his ability to speak when he taps into the curse. He puts on the MP3 player, and raises the volume to the maximum level to keep the voices out, when he uses his power. It gets very frustrating at times, causing him to lose his grip on sanity. However these voices do not make him paranoid, they just disturb him by screaming incoherent things at him, and reduce his focus to a dramatic level until he faints when it gets too rough sometimes. He knows that they are just in his mind, and that they are not real, but can do nothing to silence them.

[B]Personality:[/B]
Even though he tries to be stable, he can sometimes be very moody; Proud, but humble, brave, and very difficult to scare. He is well read, and sophisticated. He has a taste for poetry in any language he understands (Arabic, English, French, and Japanese), but of course being his mother tongue he enjoys it more in classical Arabic. He is not ashamed of crying, or expressing himself freely, though he bottles everything up most of the time, and then just burst s at any moment. He likes to help the ones who seem helpless, and get them through their crisis with everything he can get his hands on. Sensitive, but can also be heartless, and extremely cold. He likes opera, as well as other types of music (very eclectic), not so committed to a certain genre, though he took up learning the guitar a few years back. He loves his country with every fiber of his being, and gets very sad when he hears of something bad that's happened there, and longs to return home though he doesn't always show it. He dislikes ignorance and hypocrisy very much. He is also romantic and dreamy and likes to bring joy to people. May seem quiet, and shy to some, and sometimes he really is. He speaks English with a classical British accent, and has a very nice voice.

[B]Biography:[/B]
He was somewhat of a lonely child, but very intelligent, and always the top of his class. He discovered his curse during a basketball game when he was 10 years old. He was very happy with his powers at the time, as would any child in his place. Soon the voices in his mind began to faintly take action.

As he grew older the voices grew louder and more frequent, until the war came, and that's when he almost completely lost it; he fell into deep depression, and his grades dropped for the next couple of years. During this period he met a girl that is still a mystery to him; she took his mind off of his hysteria for sometime. He only knew her name, and their conversations were those of smiles, and eyeing; he never managed to gather up the nerve to speak to her, though she made her infatuation quite clear, as did he, but never in words. She lived nearby, and he used to walk past her house whenever he had the chance, she would wait by her window, or fence to see him walk by. Eventually he stopped going there, he just wanted to spare them both the trouble in the turbulent times his country was, and still is going through.

His family was never concerned with politics, but life was getting harder for everyone. The confusing thoughts were almost all that he can think of, though he sometimes smothered, and controlled them in order to force himself to study. It

By the end of high school he made himself friends that he would remember all his life and he managed to raise his grades again. The situation in his country however was getting worse by the minute. As much as he wanted to stay, his parents sent him abroad for college for his own safety, as was the case for all his friends who were financially well enough to take such a course of action. He vowed he'd return soon. Now he's starting his first year at the NY university medical school, he still thinks he would've been better off in Baghdad, but he decided to make the best of the situation, and learn as much as he could. His power or curse is getting more abrupt with every passing moment. He currently lives at a friend of the family's apartment.[/COLOR][/SIZE]

[Kitty]

[color=#006aaf][size=1]Wow. There's a bigger turnout than I expected. o.O (And all of the sign ups are all done! Yay! x3) So that's cool. I'm really liking the imagination you all put into the curses. Looks like nobody wanted to be just a regular guy or girl. =P But that's fine.

Well, I really see no reason not to let you all in. I have no complaints with your powers, since they all have fair trade offs. (I really like Asim's curse for some reason, lol.) I'm going to leave the sign ups open until Sunday night, when I'm going to put this up in the Square. I'll get around to the Underground thread sometime tomorrow, too, where I'll finally explain how we're all going to meet up and what will happen afterwards. But I won't give away too much. ;D

So look forward to Sunday![/size][/color]