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[DeathKnight]

[color=crimson][center][i]"Darkness of slumber and death, forever sinking and sinking."[/i] - H.W. Longfellow.[/center]

Before you sits a swirling, writhing mass of shadow. It pulsates rhythmically, an audible 'snap' accompanying each pulse. Curious, you cautiously reach out to touch the shadow and the moment your fingers touch it, the shadow spreads up your arm like a fire. It consumes you entirely, leaving you within a bleak, black darkness that seems to never end. Your curiosity has cost you and fear overtakes your body as you feel the scenery around you [i]moving[/i] as if it's alive. [b]Snap[/b]. You feel liquid pouring down your forehead and down your face. Inadvertently you taste some of it- blood. It is your own blood. Panic overtakes you as you feel the need to [i]run[/i]. A need to escape, to get out of.. wherever it is you have been imprisoned. As you struggle against the suffocating darkness a harsh cacophony deafens you, paralyzing you in intense pain. As quickly as it begins, it stops and you slowly open your eyes again. Startlingly, staring back at you is a lone eye emanating out an eerie purple glow. It blinks once as it watches your reaction to it before a voice washes into your head, coming from everywhere and nowhere at once.

".. Childe of Caine, open up your eyes."

The eye opens up wider and you can feel yourself being ripped to pieces as the darkness lifts, giving you enough light to see your own blood splash all around you.

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You awake with a start in the darkened room, shooting straight out of your bed. What a horrible nightmare that was- and yet, as you look around at your fellow orphans, you see several of them sitting up as well. A clap of thunder startles you enough that you let out a tiny yelp- you cover your mouth in embarrassment but no one seems to have noticed.

[i]Drip, drip, drip, drip.[/i]

A curious noise attracts your attention- you look to the source and find that it's coming from a nearby bed. The resident seems to still be sleeping.. no nightmares for them. Yet, you wonder what that dripping noise is and get out of your bed. [i]Drip, drip, drip..[/i] a puddle has formed from the liquid. You kneel down to it and dab your fingers in it twice before bringing up to your face. The darkness within the room makes it hard to tell, but on cue a flash of lightning brightens up the room and reveals the crimson red stain that is now on your fingers. You rise up slowly and look to the occupant of the bed with wide eyes- another flash of lightning reveals their butchered remains. Shock keeps you from crying out and you fall back onto your bed, staring listlessly into space as your mind struggles to keep itself sane.

Rain begins to pour outside as the night carries on- you and your surviving friends are shocked to find that a huge number of your friends have been killed, seemingly in their sleep. There is a common worry that the murderer is still loose, within the confines of the orphanage and it is decided that you will quickly seek the administrator to warn him of the trouble. He's been kind to you all of your life and you feel safe when you think of him- certainly he will protect you.

The small party of orphans you are in makes its way through the modest orphanage and to the main office, shock still numbing your mind from the things you have seen thus far. As the door to the office is opened, the thick stench of death overcomes your senses. The light is on and behind the desk is not your beloved administrator. A stranger sits there, his eyes hidden behind a pair of sunglasses. He smiles grimly at you and nods.

"Welcome, children."

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Within the Ukraine, there is an orphanage. Inside, a strange multi-ethnic mixture of orphans reside coming from many corners of the Earth. Sheltered and hidden, it has been your home for as long as you can remember. There never seemed to be much hope of you being adopted.. indeed, you hardly saw any prospective parents in your time there thus far. A mysterious atmosphere always had hung over your 'home', something strange in the atmosphere of the place. You tolerated this, though- you were taught well by the administrator in scholastics so far and you were good friends with all the other orphans. It was peaceful, really.

And.. yet, it was not meant to be.

[b]Name[/b]: Full name or nickname.
[b]Ethnicity[/b]: Whatever you wish it to be.
[b]Age[/b]: No older than 15.
[b]Gender[/b]: Self explanatory.
[b]Appearance[/b]: Written, an image or a mix thereof. Keep your age in mind.
[b]Personality[/b]: How your character acts and whatever else is applicable. Again, keep your age in mind.
[b]Fortes[/b]: What can your character do better than anyone else?
[b]Biography/Writing Sample[/b]: Do whichever you please. There is a comradery between characters.. so use that as you will.[/color]

[Ikillion]

[COLOR=DarkSlateGray][SIZE=1][FONT=Comic Sans MS][b]Name[/b]: Shino Kazami

[b]Ethnicity[/b]: Japanese. Born in America, then once he was five moved to back to Japan. Then afterwards moved into an area that was close by the Ukraine, which he then moved into once his parents mysteriously disappeared.

[b]Age[/b]: 13

[b]Gender[/b]: Male

[b]Appearance[/b]: [URL=http://img134.imageshack.us/img134/1622/ad5e36b0f67621d0b52b853832a042.jpg]Shino[/URL] (just ignore the sword) At times though when he doing some kind of intense reading he will occasionally wear his reading glasses, although most of the time he rather abhors even being seen with them on.


[b]Personality[/b]: Most of the time Shino is the more quiet type. Its not that he uses it to try and look cool or something like that. Its more along the line of that he just doesn't really want to deal with the rest of the world. He enjoys when its quiet and there isn't much talking or anything. He is one who is used to be alone and isolated away from the other.

Yet come from time to time Shino does tend to have his moments of when he will just outburst with such emotion on such interesting things that it does seem rather odd. Yet this may be from the isolation he feels all the time. They don't happen as often as they used to now, yet...that doesn't mean that they are gone completely though.

[b]Fortes[/b]: Thinking and strategizing would have to be Shino's strong points. From his constant isolation from the majority of the group he tends to use this time thinking about how to escape. He thinks that there just may be a better world outside the walls of this orphanage and he constantly tries to at least find one. So he constantly plans, if one was to even try to measure his thinking ability he could be proven to actually be a genius.

[b]Biography/Writing Sample[/b]: The horrible accident had happened when the young boy was only ten. His parents had died in a horrible car accident along with his sister. The accident was close to the Ukraine. Once the funeral services were all said and done with. All the government had left was a child with relatives to far off to be reached. When they were however, they had refused to take him. There was no other place that could be found other than the Ukraine. So then after a short deliberation, the government finally decided to send Shino there till he was to be adopted.

The first day seemed like hell to him. He was without anyone to care for him, love him, even treat him with respect. He missed his family so much. Lost the people who had meant so much to him. It seemed as if he had locked off almost all of his emotions. He never talked to anyone. Never willingly participated with anyone, he was just that one person always in the corner of the room, or the end of the table, alone. He seemed like he was so sad and yet he wasn?t sad at all. He just felt not to let another one try to get close to him again just to see them leave forever like his parents had.

Months went by, and still there were no interaction with any other children. He did oddly well in his education. Almost never getting any score that was under an A. Although, it did seem like he was slowly compiling things. Gathering facts about the orphanage from here and there. His true intentions to this time however are not known. However recently it seems as he has made a slight connection with another orphan. Yet although he will not open up to anyone else but this student, although he will still act like his normal self around other people. What was so special about this student though??

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I totally forgot about this... Well I am done now, thats all that matters. Tell me if anything needs changing.
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[Shwa]

Name: Alexander Neff
Ethnicity: American
Age: 13
Gender: Male.
Appearance: Alexander is about 5'5'' with long blod hair that goes to his neck, he likes it down, and wears a green beanie cap on his head all the time, even when he sleeps. He has green and black pants (like the ones at Hot Topic but for his size and age) and a green long sleeve shirt. Around his neck is a necklase of the Cross of Jesus, he's had that as long as he's known.

Personality: Though he is small, Alexander has a lot of heart, very essentric and outgoing. Though he's been at the orphanage for a long time he doesn't really mind, as long as he has a place to stay and be free thats was fine with him. Alexander likes to snoop around places and crawl into every crack and tunnel he can find, he likes to explore even if he doesn't know whats at the end.

Fortes: Alexander is very agile and likes to climb a lot of things with or without shoes and gloves. He lieks to explore and that takes a lot of climbing for the places that he visits. He's a neat little tumbler that can do back-flips, front-flips, spins in the air and one hand stands, but he's trying to master waling with his hands at the moment. Alexander likes to rush into things without thinking which gets him into trouble a lot sometimes.

Biography/Writing Sample: All that Alexander was told is that he was the child of a mother who protected her life and the life of her child still conceild within herself against her abusive husband. Apparently she had been the victim of several of his drunken beatings when he came to the house, eventually Alexander's mother fled America 6 months due, she came to the Ukrain with some family members there. She spend the last 3 months working and living peacefully until her husband showed up at the small cottage and murdered everyone and took his own life along with the others.

Alexander's mother was the only survivor of the slaughter and was rushed to the hospital where she was in the emergency delivery room. She gave birth to Alexander before passing away, with no other family members in Russia and the States, Alexander stayed with foster care for a bit before going to the Orphanage he resides in now, he has no clue of the horrible death of his mother to this day.

[Raphael]

(OOC: I've finished the biography, and made some changes....)

[b]Name:[/b] Roan (he forgot his last name)

[b]Ethnicity:[/b] Brittish (OOC: sorry, I'm just not sure there was an ethnicity called english so I'd just changed to brittish.....)

[b]Age:[/b] 11

[b]Gender:[/b] Male

[b]Appearance:[/b] [URL=http://img435.imageshack.us/img435/7184/roan2dc.jpg]Click here[/URL] and forget the hammer behind him. He had a big scar on his back but it's concealed (of course!!!) by his cloth.

[b]Personality:[/b] Immature, friendly and childish, Roan's kinda cute and would surely made any anything-cute fans hugged him like a doll. He sometimes kinda selfish but that's a natural thing for a kid like him. Whenever he plays outside the orphans house, you usually sees him along with his friends shooting a tree using a slingshot to get it's fruits or doing anything else that had something to do with shooting, that doesn't mean Roan never did anything other than shooting. Nowadays, he sometimes found staring up into the sky, watching something that's probably has connection to his past.

[b]Fortes:[/b] Sharpshooter might be the best word to describe Roan, he's able to shoot or throw anything to his target with high accuracy. It's a unique ability Roan possess ever since he was born polished by his everyday training (read: playing). Roan's quite agile too but it's more because he has his small body, not because it is his natural ability. He has a keen sight which not only enforced his main ability, but also usefull for other purposes......usually to track down anything he wishes to play with :animeswea. He also had talent of thievery, but not much considering his age and he got no "formal" learning of such things :D.

[b]Biography/Writing Sample:[/b] (OOC: sorry bout the weird writing styles and commas, I use them because I just felt they fit the atmosphere of the story)
There stands Roan, aiming at something, up in the air. You can see sunlights shining in this beautiful day, the warm air is just the perfect condition for any child to play outside, Roan's not an exception. He's outside, nearly releases his shot to his target, you can put 50 bucks on the table and win more money on a gamble if you choose that he'll hit his target.

But something bothers him, he couldn't let go the stone on his slingshot, something bothering his mind when he tried to shot that target. If you did that gamble mentioned before you're so unlucky, Roan has just put down his slingshot and sit on a nearest tree. Probably to hide himself from the heat of sunlight, or probably thinking about whatever bothering his mind.

"Hey, Roan....don't you wanna play?" there's a girl, always seemed going out together with Roan. She approached Roan and said those words, Roan smiled and replied "I'm sorry, but I had something on my mind....maybe next time..." such word could not even imagined by the girl to come out from Roan's mouth. Up until now, he always said yes or something like that, except if he's tired or sick of course.

The girl obviously surprised with Roan's response, she said "What happened to you Roan? Are you sick or something?", Roan looked at the girl and smiled, then he looked up to the sky, watching a few birds flying happily. With his eyes still focused on those birds, Roan said "When I saw those birds, I remembered something, but I can't tell what...." seemed a little bit disappointed Roan continued "I don't know.....I just don't know....what is it.....".

There was a car accident, 8 years ago, in a city on Ukraine. Apparently a whole Brittish family, immigrants, and just recently changed their civic, was killed in the tragedy. No, there was a survivor, a boy, around the age of 3. He has wounds on his whole body, but the worse are at his head and back. All he remember was his first name, everthing else seemed to had been wiped out by the accident. The boy was brought to an orphans house, it's far from the city, but he had nowhere else to go. He was brought to the orphans house early on the morning after he was discharged from the hospital, the singing bird on that day contrasts the sorrowful mind of the boy. He just stared at them, is it because of their singing? Or there are another reason? Perhaps he remembered something from his past.

Tears started to dropped slowly from the boys face as he stares to the birds, perhaps he really remembered something from his past, his family, anything that had something to do with birds. He cried and said just one word......mother......and then he collapsed. No one knows the true meaning of that word, it's hard for a kid like him to lose his entire family at once and ends up somewhere he didn't know where. But he'll make it up somehow, time shall heal his wounds, both the one on his body and his mind.

[Engel]

[color=AFF4173][size=1][b]Name:[/b] Alexei Rushnik Kraskinov.
[b]Ethnicity:[/b] Russian. Born in Russia, lived in New Jersey for a half of a year, then the orphanage.
[b]Age:[/b] Fourteen. Appears to have the mental understanding quite above his age, however.
[b]Gender:[/b] Male.

[b]Apperance:[/b] [url=http://img483.imageshack.us/img483/3104/1506665361dt3pn.jpg]Here, a photo is attached to Alexei's profile.[/url] Alexei Kraskinov has made a close friend with one of the other orphans here. He stands around 5'8, and often goes for runs in the morning. The Ukraine is quite cold, and we don't often understand how a jacket and a shirt, with a pair of pants, keeps him warm enough. His eyes are a steel blue-grey, and his vision is slightly affected, so we've purchased a pair of glasses that he wears for lessons.[i] Caretaker Adam.[/i]

[b]Personality:[/b] Alexei Rusknik Kraskinov is a unique case. Cold, calculating, and tough. He seems to have a natural ability to lead, with a sharp and demanding voice. Indeed, he doesn't trust many people. When we asked him why, he waited a few moments before replying..."It's to protect them. Everywhere I go, someone dies." The only person he's opened up to is a female patient, who's name escapes me right now. However, in times of relaxation, Alexei can often joke nonchalantly. It's good to see that he can finally open up, if even just a little. [i]Caretaker Alicia[/i].

[b]Forte:[/b] A natural ability to lead, and the art of lockpicking and codebreaking. Able to pick almost any lock in the building, and open any door through the codes, this has helped him get out of quite a few jams. He's also an excellent runner, from years of daily practice.

[b]Biography / Writing Sample.:[/b] Child ID 323401358. Dropped off here sometime in the middle of November, as an infant. The father turned up four days later with a bullet wound to the head and his mouth sewn shut. In the autopsy, they mouth was opened and a note was found inside. Most of the ink was worn, but what was legible read,

"[i]Nov. 13th 1992: Go down to Sile (The last letters were blurred out here) and to the orphn (We can only assume it's "orphanage.") to talk to Vael (The rest of the name was blurred out here, too. We should of unstitched the mouth sooner.) about the same type of atmos (more ink is missing.) around that orphanage in the Ukraine.

(The rest of this note is illegible.)"[/i]

This had thoughts provoked when shown to the administrator. Questions sprang up to which there were no answers too. Alexei was left alone, to his own devices. Kind of like a backthough to all of the other thoughts. According to officals, the man was not his father, but from that orphanage in New Jersey. Alexei never knew his parents.

For years, he spent time alone, excelling in all of his classes as they came to him. I guess, when you have no friends, things come easier without social distractions. About four years ago, he met another orphan on a daily run, and from then on, they became close friends. You can hardly see one without the other.

Unfortunately, Alexei has learned nearly all of the security codes to the building. While this isn't a problem, if he takes things in massive quanities, it might grow to be. We will keep an eye on Alexei Rushnik Kraskinov.[/color][/size]

[TheRebel_Nikolas]

[B]Name:[/B] Simply known as Friedrich, or Fritz for short

[B]Ethnicity:[/B] German

[B]Age:[/B] 13

[B]Gender:[/B] Male

[B]Appearance:[/B] Fritz is about 5' 3" with short, spiky black hair and yellow eyes that he covers with big, thick goggles. He wears green baggy pants held up by black suspenders, a white sleeveless shirt, and brown leather work gloves and overlarge work boots.(will add picture later)

[B]Personality:[/B] Fritz isn't the outgoing type. Some find it unusual that he would rather stay inside and take things apart than play outside. He likes to make and modify equipment/items of his own.

[B]Fortes:[/B] Tinkering/inventing objects is what he's best at. He enjoys playing around with anything mechanical. Some would say he has an overwhelming knowledge of mechanical items for one his age.

[B]Writing Example:[/B] (sorry it took so long)
A boy sat at a table in a dimly lit room. On the table lay a set of tools and bits of metal and wire. As he worked an item began to take shape. When he finished the product was a small and simple mechanical dog. He then pulled a small metal object from his pocket and inserted it into the back of the toy and twisted it. When the key stopped turning it began to jump up in the air and do flips.

There was a loud knock on the door. "Fritz?" asked a voice "Sorry, I mean Friedrich"

"What?" replied the boy called 'Friedrich'

"It's time for the evening meal. You better get washed up" said the voice behind the door.

"Alright. I'll be down in a few minutes' time" He set the toy on a shelf and left the room. Upon reaching the lavatory he began to wash the grease from his hands. He dried his hands and left the room.

After dinner, Friedrich promptly left the dining hall and headed for the sleeping quarters to change. He lied down and fell asleep almost instantly. As he slept he dreamt of a darkness. Of a darkness that pulsated. And with every pulse there was a loud 'snap' When he reached out to touch it, the darkness immediately consumed him. There was no feeling. No warmth. No sound. He wasn't even able to breathe. Then in an instant there was an earsplitting sound and the darkness released its grip upon him. When he opened his eyes he was staring into a large eye, and it stared back. From everywhere nowhere there was a voice that spoke, but he didn't hear what it spoke. His ears were still ringing from the sound earlier.

He awoke to the sound of thunder. Drenched in a cold sweat and twisted in his blanket, he fell from his bed trying to free himself from his covers. A bolt of lightning lit the room, showing the other orphans. Some were sitting upright. Others were still asleep. Or at least, appeared to be asleep. Another bolt of lightning lit the room again, allowing him a better look at those still lying down. What he saw would forever be scarred into his mind. Many of the orphans had been killed while they slept. Horror grabbed hold of him.

'Why were only some of us killed?' he thought to himself. Then something struck him 'The killer may still be in the orphanage!'

[Starwind]

[B]Name:[/B] Emilio Batou

[B]Ethnicity:[/B] Italian

[B]Age:[/B] 14

[B]Gender:[/B] Male

[B]Appearance:[/B] [URL=http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c384/GeneOutlaw/saiyuki-a-10.jpg]Emilio.[/URL] He stands about 5'5 and weights in at 135 lbs. He wears that hat everywhere, it's the only thing he has left from his parents.

[B]Personality: [/B] He has a sunny and upbeat disposition. He plays the role of the inspirationalist, cheering up his friends and keeping things together. He smiles and keeps trying to keep all the other orphans happy. They'll probably never be adopted, but that doesn't mean there lives are over. He just tells them that someday they'll leave and they can all live together.

[B]Fortes:[/B] The upbeat inspirationalist. He can keep others going, even when it seems hopeless. He's the one who has kept some of the older orphans from drastic action more then once. He's the one who smiles when everyone around him feels like crying and keeps everything together.

[B]Bio:[/B] Born in Tuscany, Italy, Emilio was born into a family of two brothers and two sisters. His father worked at a winery and his mother was a typical house wife raising the children and taking care of the home front. Emilio was the youngest, the baby of the family. They were a lower middle class family, but lived a pretty content life in the calm hills of Tuscany. Emilio often times amused himself in the olive trees and the maze work that was the winery. This, however, often got him in trouble for running around places he shouldn't have been.

One day his parents left to go to Rome. His brothers wen with them and his sisters stayed behind to look after there baby brother. That was the last they ever saw of the four. Mom, dad, and his two brothers simply never came home. Never even made it to Rome for that matter, and to this day they still don't know what happend to them. Emilio was only 4 at the time, but his sisters were already 16 and 19, but they didn't want to have to raise him, even if he was there brother. They sent him off so they could live there own lives.

It was only by a twist of fate and some odd connection he ended up in a Ukrainian orphanage. Why he was sent so far from home was beyond him, but he still believed that he was there for a reason. He has spent the last ten years here in the north. He misses his home, but he has real friends here and that makes it a worth while place to be.

[Latharix_sama]

[B]Name:[/B] Felix Underthatch

[B]Ethnicity:[/B] Brittish

[B]Age:[/B] 14

[B]Gender:[/B] Female (dude, am I the only one?)

[B]Appearance:[/B] Felix is 5'6 feet, but looks smaller because of her tendency to slouch. She's bone-thin and has a pale, sickly complexion. She is an albino, so her long braid of hair is a pale white and her large eyes are dark pink. She wears little black, often pinstriped, dresses with lace and ribbons along with thigh-high stockings and a pair of brown, lace-up boots.

[B]Personality:[/B] Felix is so quiet that many of the other orphans mistake her for being a mute. She turns away from most people and she clings like a small child to all the people that she does like. Her mentality is very child-like; she is easily offended and can hold silent grudges for years. The only things she really does is read, write, and draw; she never feels like playing with the others.

[B]Fortes:[/B] Felix is exceedingly intelligent, despite her regressions in social growth, and knows a lot of information about...well everything. She's also good at hiding. Days and weeks often go by before anyone can find her, or she simply comes out. This also makes her great at ambushing which works even better for her at night when her pale appearance makes her look like a ghost.

[B]Biography/Writing Sample: [/B] Felix sat on the edge of her bed with a pencil in one hand and a writing tablet in the other. She sighed and looked down at the lines on the paper. She lifted her pencil and began to write:
[I] I am here. I have always been here, for as long as I can remember....[/I]
She bit her lip and continued
[I] The administrator says that my mother was only a little older than me when she brought me here. He said that since she couldn't find my father, she had decided to give me up because she couldn't take care of me on her own. I was barely one year old then and she wasn't even out of school. He said that she went back home to Liverpool directly after dropping me off. She never writes to me...The administrator [/I] [U]said[/U] [I]that she had promised to write to me, but she doesn't.
I've never tried to make friends here and the only friends I do have are the ones who approached me first. I'm not lonely though...I'm really not...Everyone is nice to me...and I really like the animals that sit outside my window...[/I]
She trailed off and set her pencil down. She bit her lip again and tossed the pad and pencil under her bed.
Someone opened the door and called her name. She ran to her, clung to her arm, and followed her out.

[Death_Dragon92]

Name: Keroku Usimaki

Ethnicity: Japanese

Age:13

Gender: Male

Appearance: [URL=http://www.animecubed.com/galleries/bhunter/carrotc.jpg.shtml]Keroku[/URL] (Ignore the sword) Keroku looks exactly like this. He's about 5'6". He weighs about 115 lbs. He wears a black T-Shirt and Cargo Shorts.

Personality: Really doesnt care what happens unless its something big, You Might not think he's the one you whould want to be friends with but he can be friendly, He Hates to be bothered if his is Drawing, And he has a short fuse about somethings so pick your words carefully.He skateboards alot too. He knows a large number of trick and flips on his skateboard.He hides his skateboard it a different place everytime(He stole it befor he was sent to the orphenage).He isnt the smartest of the group but for one of his age he has a slightly higher intellegence.He doesnt smile much but there are a few here that can make him smile or atleast snicker

Fortes: He's the stealthy one of the group, Its as if he really does disappear then reappear out of no where, He's the person you call if you want to find something out, No one but the care giver could really spot him, so he's the best if you want or need something.He'll find out exactly what you want or need to know.

Bio: It was a normal everyday walk for Keroku's Parent. They went in to town as they always do. It was the quickest way to the forest. They stopped and visited friends and dropped poor Keroku off at one of there friends then they went to the forest and stayed for about an hour but they didnt expect there was a fire. "Do you smell smoke?" Asked his father. "Yes but theres never a fire here maybe its in the city." Replied his mother.In truth some one ment to set the forest on fire and his parents didnt realize till it was to late. The fire was blocking the way back to the city and spreading rapidly! They had to find away out but in no time the fire circled them and you can already guess what happens next.They are burned alive living Keroku all alone. sadly thier friends couldnt afford another kid so they sent him to a good orphanage.Their he lived for 8 years and still is even with the disturbing murders of his friends.

[kalon]

Name:"Ren" Sylvan

Age:15

Gender:Female

Appearance:Ren is a tall tomboy.Her hair is black and bout shoulder length,but is uneven because she chopped it off with a knife.Her right eye is yellow and her left is green.Ren rarely smiles,but she always smirks.A black stiletto dagger--something she DEFINITELY is not supposed to have in an orphanage--is strapped to her arm under her large gray coat.

Personality:Ren is actually a kind person;however,most people do not see this because she is usually brash and a trouble maker. Anyone who calls her by her real name will face her wrath.She is older than most orphans and tries to protect those she calls friends.

Fortes:Ren is an avid fighter.She spends her time practicing martial arts.Although most people underestimate her because she is a girl,she proves that she is more than capable of protecting what she cares for.Ren has only lost one fight in the past ten years.

Bio/Writing sample:
Ren sat on the roof of the orphanage.She had that dream.Again.Another nightmare to add to the list.Since she was five, every night held a dark illusion.Sometimes she had good dreams--dreams of her mother--but those only served to make waking all the more painful.Reaching into her left sleeve she unsheathed a stiletto.It was the same dagger that he had used.It wasn't her fault she lost the fight against that man.She was only five at the time.The same man who gave her her full name had killed her mother.She would have her revenge.

Coming to the orphanage had changed Ren.She found friends among children who were as alone as she was.Revenge was no longer all consuming.But she began to dream a new dream that had nothing to do with that man or her mother's murder.Ren looked at the moonless night sky and --even though she lost faith long ago--prayed to any god or angel that was listening.She prayed that this time she could protect those she loved...
"I am so tired of dreaming,"she murmured to the stars."Who is the Child of Caine?"

[NekoSama101]

Name: Neko
Ethnicity: half cat, half human
Age: 14.
Gender: female
Appearance: She is half-cat, half-human. She has black cat ear along with a black tail and fangs. She also has long black hair that she ties up when in a fight. She has bright emerald green eyes that shine like a cat in the dark. (This also causes her to see very well at night) She stands at about 5?4 and is somewhat curvy.
Personality: She has split personalities, one evil and violent, the other quiet and shy. Her evil side dreams of taking over the world and is always plotting something. Her evils side is also michevious and is always getting into trouble and fights. Her good side however, only dreams of having a simple life with only a few friends. Each side has one thing in common; they are both very playful and naive.
Fortes: Because of boredom, she has trained herself most of her life with a sword so she is a very skillful swordsman....woman. Since she is also half cat, she has several cat like qualities such as: jumping high, being very flexible, great hearing, and she can she in the dark.
Writing Sample:She woke up in a cold sweat, gasping for air. "Damn," she said to herself. "Not that dream again." When she was 7, her parents left her by the side of a desered road to take care of herself. Eversince then, she has reaccuring nightmares about it. She grabbed her sword (which she takes where ever she goes) went outside for a walk. Suddenly, shivers went up her spine and she pressed her body against the cold, hard brick wall. Her eyes shone in the dark as she gripped her sword. The moonlight reflected of her sword as she stood still, silently waiting for whatever was causing her these shivers. An evil spirit turned the corner and she jumped, stabbing her sword into its side. The spirits screams rang through the cold winter night and she sliced of its head. She wiped the blood off her face as the black body body fell to everlasting sleep.

[DeathKnight]

[color=crimson]Thank you all for your participation. I'm content with all the sign ups except for NekoSama's and Death_Dragon's, so I'm barring you two from the final RP.

I'll start this up within a few days- sign ups are still open, of course. I'm hoping for a few more to join, heh.[/color]

[Raiha]

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Name: Mercali Hellein

Ethnicity: German/Chinese

Age: 14

Gender: Female

Appearance: Slender, incredibly lithe, generally pale, and blessed with a mane of platinum blonde hair. Regressive traits show up in her more often than not, with the blonde, the greenish blue eyes, and the decidedly European skin that tans into a light pink. The only remotely Asian traits are the shortness, the slightly flat nose, high cheekbones, and flattish chest. However she does have long legs, which contrast with the shorter torso and small hands.

Personality: Quiet, generally calm, until she decides to sing. She is decidely unsure of herself, given to falling over herself, or keeping to herself when she should speak up. She's also has tendencies to be emotionally unstable, given to crying at odd moments when nobody else wants to, but then again, what pubescent girl doesn't cry?

Fortes: Persuasion, the manipulation of people's emotions by her own charm and charisma. This is accomplished not only by her pleasant face and looks, but also her ability to completely master her own emtions when she can see it's vitally important to her survival or the survival of her peers. Aditionally, she has the voice of an angel when it comes to singing, despite the fact that it's slightly low for her build, keeping her in second soprano, alto ranges. This gift is uncanny to be sure, but also adds to her general charisma and strength of will.

Biography/Writing Sample:

[i]Mercali's voice rose slightly in pitch, soared like an eagle, then dipped back down to the chorus, and the end of her song. Her elder brother clapped his hands for her, smiling appreciatively. She grinned at him, then blushed slightly and dropped her head when she noticed her father watching. His gaze pierced her chest, and seemed to pin her to the wall she was standing in front of. Then he turned and left, leaving her with a feeling of coldness...seeping over her body like a dripping showerhead. Her brother clapped her on the shoulder and drew her to his chest for a hug.[/i]

"Don't mind him."

[i]His little sister, by five years at least, didn't say a word, but clung to her big brother. Unlike her, he was dark haired, dark eyed, and swarthy. But even so, he was cheerful and pleasant, and had taught her to sing. She didn't know what else he had done for her, but if she had, Mercali would've become hopelessly attatched to her brother more than she was now. She was right to fear her father, and even more right to feel pain and agony inside her when he looked at her. Too young to realize it, but he was staring at her the way he had once stared at her mother when she was Mercalil's age.

And now with her dead, Mercali and her brother lived alone with a sick pedophile. Only she didn't know it yet. But her brother had defended her, kept her from the father when he could, and sent her to friend's houses for safety when he had to leave for work. Mercali sensed something was wrong under the surface, but she didn't say a thing yet. And neither did he.[/i][/COLOR][/FONT]

[Justin]

Name: Ray Ray Simmons

Ethnicity: American

Age: 15

Gender: Male

Appearance: 5'2" 145lbs. Nappy, long blonde hair. Yellow-green eyes. Light mocha-colored skin.

Personality: Ray is a pessimist by nature. Having come into the age of reasoning and relative independent thought, his past has led him to a relatively hopeless view of life. He finds himself (whether he'd admit it or not) searching for even the faintest reason to exist. This often entails him showing off his athletics or his unique family history, or his knack for useless facts at any given opportunity. This, though, generally has the opposite effect: Instead of the attention he craves, he gets ignored, or flatly blown off.


Fortes: Ray has always been fairly good at sports,particularly baseball and soccer, but his first love was schoolwork. He developed a broad knowledge of generally useless information.

Biography/Writing Sample: Ray had the fortune of having a family once; a fact that in light of his sub-adult status, makes him a troubled child. His father was a white missionary from America in the Ukraine, his mother was a black nurse from France, giving Ray a more-than-interesting geneology.
However, when he was 11, he saw his father and mother beaten to death by a mob. In fact, he held his mother's hand from underneath a door she had hidden Ray and his brother Joseph in. He felt every blow, heard her every cry, her every prayer, and he could smell her blood before she died.
At the time, he wondered why. Now, though, he questions whether or not there is any reason behind anything. No one could ever satisfy his 'why' so, he concluded that there was no reason for his parents' death; and if there was no reason for death, there must also be no reason for life.
Therefore he lives his life at the orphange in a vain attempt at gaining popularity and social standing amongst the other orphans. Those his age (the few) generally ignore him, or make fun of him for his attempts. Those younger than him gradually move towards the same behavior. Ray has no close friends, and he often contemplates suicide.

Hope it's workable.

-Justin