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[Ozymandius Jones]

[COLOR=RoyalBlue][SIZE=1][CENTER][B]Illuminati X[/B]
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[i]Secret societies have always existed, from the very beginning of time. There has always been groups of people with the idea that their ideas are above the masses, and ? as such ? must be protected from them.

Societies such as this are generally passed down from generation to generation, father to son, parent to child?grandparent to grandchild?

The most famed of these societies is the Illuminati. Spoken about for years, suspected in everything, most of the world does not believe it?s real ? or if they believe, they don?t know what it?s for, other than the rumors of New World Orders.

The Illuminati is very real; and it has its shadowy hold on many, many things ? some things, even, that one might think immune from shadows. They have many secrets of all kinds, protected from an uncomprehending world?

But even the Illuminati cannot cheat death. Even the Illuminati cannot surpass tradition.

Grandfather to oldest grandchild, or so legend and tradition have it. Have had it, for many a year. Over time, the society has learned to?groom. To prune. If the oldest looks no good, [b]make[/b] it good. If it can?t be made good? It must be destroyed?

But even the Illuminati makes mistakes.[/i]

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II.
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It was a normal day, a day just like any other. Or so it seemed to Angus Heatherford, age 21, late of London. He was sprawled over the battered couch in his apartment, glasses propped on his forehead, legs over the back of the couch, TV on ? blaring ? but ignored as he scribbled frantically on a notepad.

He was playing with his tongue stud, clacking it against his teeth, much to the discomfort of the prim-and-proper man sitting at-attention at his table. The prim-and-proper man cleared his throat, shuffling his hands on his leather briefcase.

?Ahem!?

And Gus just blinked up at him, grey eyes bewildered. ?Wot, yer still ?ere??

The prim man sighed, pushing his own glasses back up on his nose.

?Sadly, sir, I am. You see, there?s been a little?incident with your grandfather??

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?Sir, Jeffery has died.? The shadows were blocked by the smoke of cigars, but eyes glinted there all the same.

?Good, good, about time the old hound passed away?.gave someone else a chance at the reigns??

?But?sir?that chance??

The eyes in the shadows hardened, narrowed. ?Spit it out, man, what are you saying??

?Your son wasn?t the oldest grandchild.?

???

?There?s another, goes by the name of?? There was the sound of papers being rattled. ??Gus.?

??Gus??

?Yessir.?

[i]Gus[/i]. The man in the shadows glowered. This wouldn?t do at all?

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This RP is the story of a young punk who just wants to have fun ? and what happens when he inherits the mantle of [i]the[/i] secret society, the Illuminati, and his encounters with those who don?t think he?s got the qualifications for the job.

It will be mostly fun, with some adventure thrown in, done in a free-style chapter system. [b]I will be judging signups for quality[/b], not all signups will get in. I?m looking for originality, and a good grasp on the nature of both written and spoken English.

You, my happy little RPers shall be playing the part of Angus?s friends ? or Illuminati members who are against Gus being the newest Head. (As a note: Illuminati members will be looked at more closely, and I only need two at the most.)

Special thanks to Vicky for the idea.

So lets see those signups.

[B][CENTER]Signup Sheet[/CENTER] [/B]

[B]Name: [/B] Normal names, for the most part
[B]Nickname:[/B] Mostly for punks,
[B]Age:[/B] 15 - 25 for punks, 20+ for Illuminati
[B]Personality:[/B] Self explanitory
[B]Appearance:[/B] Self explanitory
[B]Habits:[/B] Any odd/bad ones.
[b]History:[/B] Self explanitory



[B][CENTER]The New World Order Awaits[/CENTER][/B][/SIZE][/COLOR]

[Vicky]

[SIZE=1][B]Name:[/B] Alistaire Knox

[B]Nickname:[/B] Kid Chaos (Kid, Kiddie, the Kid, Chaos, Glow in the Dark Man, Glowie in the Dark Man? but mostly, Kid Chaos)

[B]Age:[/B] 21

[B]Personality:[/B] Ali, or Kid Chaos as he was so fondly named, is actually a very nice man. He?s laid back, funny to be around and has no ambitions for the future unless it involves either drinking, alcohol or parties. Kid has a lot of friends who don?t find him annoying and would gladly go to a party with him; as far as his friends go, Kid will protect them if necessary, get drunk with them when they?re lonely and, of course, steal [I]their[/I] home if he has nowhere to stay. One of the key points of his personality is that Kid has no shame. No shame [I]at all[/I]. Sometimes, his friends will wake up to find Kid in their house, watching TV and eating their food. He would apologise afterwards, of course, but he?d do it again.

Kid is also incredibly paranoid about strangers. Because of this, those who don?t know him find Kid rude and mean. If a stranger speaks to Kid he will reply rudely, or not reply at all, being suspicious of them and their intentions. He leaves people he does not know alone, won?t say a word to them, nor will he help a stranger in need. If, however, a stranger bad mouths his style of clothing or his choice of lifestyle Kid will get very defensive and prove that he most certainly is a bad-mouthed, rude, mean little punk.



[B]Appearance:[/B]
[URL=http://img104.imageshack.us/img104/1455/antifashionbywackycrackux1.jpg]Here[/URL]
[URL=http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/8774/kidchaosbywackycrackazn1.jpg]Here[/URL]
It's important to note that although Kid does not glow in the dark on these images he [I]does[/I] glow in the dark. Kid's earrings are mostly glow-in-the-dark material, he will sometimes wear glow in the dark contacts, he will tie glow sticks to his clothing and among other things which do, in fact, make him glow in the dark. Amazingly he still retains a punk image with this style.



[B]Habits:[/B] Kid has no shame, for one. He isn?t scared of making a fool of himself at all. He also has a habit of carrying alcohol bottles around with him which is bad if the police were ever looking for someone to blame. Kid likes carrying pens around with him, too, and signing people, walls, windows? he says it?s a cheap form of graffiti that he can carry around with him constantly. To date, you won?t find a place on the street that hasn?t been signed, at some point, by Kid Chaos. Another bad habit would be collecting glow in the dark objects, whether it be stealing them or not, and one of his more disgusting habits is spitting on grass (only grass, though, he isn?t sure why he does this either).



[B]History:[/B] Ali Knox is the third generation of punks. His grand parents went the same places and did the same things as Ali would do today. Ali himself grew up with, he thought, the coolest parents in Britain. He had two brothers, Charlie and Joe, who were five years older than Ali. With influences from both his parents, brothers and even grand parents Ali found himself drawn into the alternative part of society in an instant. He would spend weekends hanging around the deserted areas around the River Thames, finding new people down there who were probably related to his parents? old friends. It was there in his early youth where Ali was given the nickname Kid Chaos which would stay with him as an adult.

Ali was an underage drinker who had a slight habit of showing that off to the world. Even at a young age, Ali had no shame at all. Combined with alcohol and his friend he ended up doing a variety of crazy and amusing things? which, after awhile, ended up with Ali getting in trouble with the police. Still, after all his close calls he insisted on continuing his entertainment in the form of chaos ? paintings cars, throwing things at buses, running through huge crowds on purpose, stealing pathetic objects? soon enough, he was fondly referred to as ?Kid Chaos? by the older punks present at the time. The nickname grew on Ali and eventually became life long.

Kid had no problems in school. His older brothers were widely known for their outrageous fashion and their raging anger so no one would even consider insulting Kid. Even when his brothers left, Kid still had no problems in school. When it came to the exams Kid did surprisingly well, which shocked everyone. No one expected a dangerous lad such as himself to get some of the highest marks in school. Still, Kid did not go to college and instead lived out his life afterschool hanging around with his friends.

Nowadays, Kid pays for his apartment and alcohol by peeling potatoes in a Chinese restaurant. His job is actually illegal and he only works three days a week, but Kid only keeps this job to pay for his apartment and alcohol. Of course, Kid rarely stays in his own home; he prefers to wake up in other people?s homes instead. During the day and at weekends, Kid can normally be found hanging around with the likes of Gus and among other punks, sharing his drinks and stealing their TVs.[/SIZE]

[Ozymandius Jones]

[SIZE=1][COLOR=RoyalBlue][B]Name:[/B] Angus Heatherford

[B]Nickname:[/B] Gus, Heather, Ford, MacGyver, Mac, Doc

[B]Age:[/B] 21

[B]Personality:[/B] Lost, scatterbrained and friendly, if somewhat clueless. He's easily distracted, and easily approachable, not hostile or shy. He rarely gets angry, rarely even gets annoyed. He never remembers where he's lost something, and has a tendancy to zone out of conversations, so you can never be quite sure if he's listening to you or not. He's quick to invite people, so Kid is no problem, though he is somewhat self concious about his apartment, as it is currently very cheap. He likes books, a lot, and tends to spend his money on those and new sharpies for Kid instead of things like rent.
[B]
Appearance:[/B] If not for body modification, Gus would look like [url=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v257/OzymandiusJones/Angus.jpg]this[/url]. As it is, he has six rings in each ear, a stud in each eyebrow and one through his tongue. His hair is that long, but dyed electric blue with black tips - beard, eyebrows and all. He wears round John Lennonesque glasses with orange lenses. He has a tattoo on his right arm that spreads from his fingertips, up his full arm and across his shoulder and neck to end right under his ear. He dresses in plaid pants, torn leather jackets, leather gloves and red chucks that seem to have Kid's names scribbled on them multiple times.

[B]Habits: [/B]Losing things, not thinking before he talks, getting lost himself. Buying random people things at times, buying things he doesn't really need, and gambling. Like...a lot of gambling. He'll bet money on almost anything. He also likes to make things out of things you wouldn't generally think of as parts. Like missle launchers out of pipes and hairspray, and robots out of old digital clocks.
[B]
History:[/B] Born to a banker's family in Liverpool, Angus Winston Heatherford never really needed or wanted anything as he was growing up. He had a normal - if subdued and boring - childhood that seemed in danger of continuing as boring right up until he was 14 and his family moved to London. Taken from his friends and the area he knew, Gus - as he'd begun calling himself - began to wander, making new friends and skipping school and the suchlike. His parents weren't thrilled, but figured that since he was such a well-behaved kid, that if they told him to go back to school, he would.

And he did - for a week, and then he began to lie about schooling, going maybe one day a week, bribing his younger sister to fib about his playing hooky. In this time he met Kid Chaos, and the two became friends. Good enough friends that it was rare to see Gus hanging around places where Kid wasn't. Or Spike, the strange girl-with-a-boy' name who tended to steal his food and mooch money off of him.

Since the time he graduated at 18, his life has been nothing but...abnormally normal. He runs around with his friends, causing havoc, and works at a bookstore for just enough to rent a place, considering his parents kicked him out of the house at the age of 19, after they finally realized he wasn't really planning on doing more than running around having fun the rest of his life. The strange egyptian-and-japanese-ish tattoo he came hope with didn't help matters much, either. Or the stud through his eyebrow. His oh-so-proper mother pitched a fit, and his equally proper father all but pitched him out the door.

He's taken up gambling as a hobby, but unfortunatly his fondness for dice, cards and lotto tickets would leave him broke if he didn't make sure to hide a portion of his money for a later date. Granted, this means he's got small stashes of money that he can't remember where it is all over his apartment. He also doesn't lock his doors. He claims it's because he trusts people - the truth of the matter is he's lost his keys. The first wall you see when you open his door is used as a giant noteboard - there's words scribbled all over it, mostly notes reminding him to do things.

The recent death of his grandfather has sent his life spiraling into the depths of insanity, a fact he might find interesting - if he could only figure out what was going on.[/COLOR][/SIZE]

[Revelation]

[size=1][color=#4B5B5B][B]Name-[/B] Reinhilde Montgomery
[B]Also Known As-[/B] Monty. Monty Python [more commonly used by the Punks to tease.]
[B]Age-[/B] 22
[B]Personality-[/B] A woman stuck between young age and desiring recognition, Monty is wise, knowledgeable, and understanding. Unlike the other Illuminati members, she understands the depth and multitude of the truth beneath the covenant; she does not underestimate the power it holds as a whole and thus tries to keep peace and balance within. In essence, Monty is a peacemaker, the one who everyone calls for when things get rocky, the one people go to for counsel, even the elder members. She is ultimately the foundation that holds the others, all the while doing her own job. However, under no circumstances should anyone underestimate her, for underneath the kindly exterior lies a deadly, terrifying, and apathetic woman when need be. She carries daggers for words and spits fireballs of wit, but also a fist of stone when angered and perhaps a steel toe. Yet, it is only when she?s been pushed to her limit, which rarely happens.

[B]Appearance-[/B] With natural beauty and elegance, [URL=http://ic3.deviantart.com/fs8/i/2005/291/6/d/Persephone_by_lithiumpicnic.jpg]Monty[/URL] is like a goddess in the eyes of the members of the Illuminati and among her friends; albeit, she does not flaunt this. It is naturally shown yet subtly. She loves to keep her hair in hairstyles that seem to mismatch her personality and natural appearance; even so, her outfits consist of sophistication and casualness, as well as comfort and business.

Apart from that, Monty has one non-Illuminati look about her and that would be the tattoo she sports. It is somewhat unbeknownst to Illuminati whether or not some of them keep such things on their body, yet Monty is one who does.
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[B]Habits-[/B] Being born under the rule of Illuminati, Monty is respectful and good. She is ultimately the ideal ?girl? that many look up. Though, she has a tendency to suppress emotions- mostly negative- and in doing so, she resorts to wearing herself out through fighting, smashing things, and the like. Her specialty in this sort of thing is breaking anything glass; her favorite things to break are mirrors and windows, occasionally glass doors. Other than that, another ?habit? Monty has is sadomasochism. As terrible as it sounds, it goes hand-in-hand with the suppression of her emotions. Whether it is asked by the elders of the Illuminati or of her own accord, Monty finds pain pleasurable- whether it be her own or others.

[B]History-[/B] Reinhilde Montgomery, also known as Monty, is one of many children born under the rule of the Illuminati. She is, however, one of the few to ascend to a position within the Illuminati before graduating college. For most Illuminati members either marry into or are ascended to position a few years after college. But for Monty, she ascended second year of secondary school. Everyone was amazed by the way she took hold of her position and authority, but also holding respect for the elders, who believed she would hold much pride for ascending at an early age. Yet it wasn?t that way. She threw her pride away and assumed professionalism, knowing that being called Illuminati wasn?t a right, it was a privilege and that it could be taken from her at any point.

She is the second youngest of the Montgomery family and is the only one unwed within the family. She prefers to keep her social life at a low, for being a high ranking member of Illuminati meant that it took a lot of time out of her schedule; albeit, it wasn?t always that way for her.

During her younger years, Monty was seen as a happy-go-lucky child who always brightened up a room whenever she stepped into it. She loved to sing and dance and entertain her family?s guests, always looking for applause. She never wanted to be center of attention or anything like the sort, only to be acknowledged. Her wish came true the day she was admitted into Illuminati, given the formalities and ceremonies. She despised it but bit her tongue.

A few years after, the suppression took hold of her and turned her into a jaded character. She merely went on with life as if it were a task. Nothing meant anything since the day she entered Illuminati nor did anything else matter the day she was ascended. It didn?t matter, not the ascension nor anything only that she was there. All other trivial things were mundane and obsolete.

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[strike][B]EDIT:[/B] Finished! So sorry it took so long, Ozy. Flog me, stone me, just do whatever! >< I truly, really am sorry.[/strike]

[B]EDIT:[/B] I changed my age to 22. It's my favorite number and besides, it goes better with her personality...in my belief.[/size][/color]

[Ezekiel]

[SIZE=1][B]Name:[/B] Dr Julian DuLoc
[B]Nickname:[/B] Julian doesn't accept nicknames, but who knows what people call him when he isn't listening.
[B]Age:[/B] 46
[B]Personality:[/B] Julian is, as expected, a very sarcastic, very serious man. He is what most consider to be quintisentially English, with the posh accent and dry sense of humour to match. He doesn't approve of 'rebels' and thrives in an environment where there is order and uniformity. He has respect for those above him in the Illuminati, which have grown to fewer and fewer over the years, and as such he commands respect from the other members. He gets it, most of the time, even if it's reluctantly given. Julian prfers his own space and has been known to have minor panic attacks if someone tries to get too close or too friendly. Needless to say, he isn't exactly a hit with the ladies.
[B]Appearance: [/B] [URL=http://spectacle.provocateuse.com/show/alan_rickman/06][U]Julian[/U][/URL]
Julian is not a man who likes to be outdone in any way, and as such will always be seen with the best. High class suits and shoes are the order giving him his professional and intelligent appearance to match his personality. He is never seen without his glasses and after wearing them for so many years feels a little lost without them. The only hint of a sense of humour that comes from his appearance is the [URL=http://www.butlerandwilson.co.uk/ecomm/graphics/PR_764_MN.jpg][B][U]crystal skull tie clip[/U][/B][/URL] he sometimes wears around the 'young pups'.

[B]Habits:[/B] Julian has an annoying habit of always beng right, which comes from his great love of books and, well...being right. He makes sure to know his facts at all times on most subjects. He also has the uncanny ability to suck the joy out of a room by simply being there with his dissaproving frown and raised eyebrows.

[B]History:[/B] Julian has a very basic, boring background. Well, in his opinion.

He was raised in a middle class family which, at the time he was born, was a pretty good position to be in. He had most things a young boy needed and until about the age of twelve he was a very happy child with no troubles or worries. However, he found out not long after his thirteenth birthday the tradition of the DuLoc men, and their admittance to the Illuminati. His father was a very strict man and despite loving his son undoubtedly, he began a harsh regime of history lessons and those of etiquette and class.

Julian quickly became disliked in school, his old friends leaving for new ones when they started in high school. He simply couldn't find the energy to find others to be with, so simply went through school as a loner. He achieved top grades after his GCSE exams and went on to a private college, later to be accepted at Oxford.

Julian has a doctorate in 17th centrury English history and has written a couple of books on the subject. While most of his free time these days is tied up in the Illuminati, he tries to make space for the leisure of reading and researching.

Julian is seen by others to be a very, very boring man.

He doesn't care.


[B][STRIKE]It shall be done! I ended up staying off college today so I thought I'd make a start.

(I may find a better picture before I finish this up, too.)[/STRIKE]

[B]EDIT: [/B] Oh em gee, I'm done. Sorry I took so long, I accept all beatings from massa' Ozy.[/B][/SIZE]

[Ozymandius Jones]

[SIZE=1][COLOR=RoyalBlue]Right, so, school started this past week, and I need a little bit of time to get used to it again. Signups are still open for at least the next week - I demand that you flog this out to all your friends. :3 C'mon, folks, don't let me down here! ;)

-Ozy[/COLOR][/SIZE]

[Skye]

[size=1][color=lightblue][b]Name:[/b] Faye Rose Thomason
[b]Nickname:[/b] Pixie
[b]Age:[/b] 23

[b]Personality:[/b] Quirky and slightly schizophrenic, Pixie has a tendency to ramble on and on in no direction, one tangent leading to another, more often then not, more random tangent. She may look a little slow, but when it comes to electronics, her mouth stops moving and some say you can see the gears in her head start to tick. She is a mathematical genius, although she?s pretty average in all other areas. She has no temper to speak of, and her sense of humor sometimes gets on even the nicest persons nerves. When she does stop talking, if there isn?t a gadget in sight, it?s a given that she?s thinking really hard about something, and those ?gears? in her head start turning again ? unless she?s been yelled at. Then she shuts up pretty quick.

[b]Appearance:[/b] Pixie earned her name, not only from her real name, but from her size. She stands nearly five feet tall and 4?10?, and has a slightly childish figure. She is definitely womanly, but it isn?t so obvious because of how small she is, along with her bird-like bones. However, once she changes out of her PJ's, she looks sexy as hell.

Her hair is short, fluffy, and electric blue. It was chopped short right below her ears, and has been died multiple times ? once she even rainbow streaked it. When it gets wet, it turns into corkscrews on her head. She has naturally ice-blue eyes that emphasizes with black eyeliner, black mascara, bright blue eye shadow, and little silver crystals at the edges. Her face is heart-shaped, with dimples, a tiny, up-turned nose, and a full, pouty mouth that she often paints bubblegum pink.

She is one of the few that has no piercings anywhere but her ears, but that she has plenty of ? (from lobe to upper cartilage) ring, stud, stud leading to cuff with chain, then small ring. She usually wears a plain white tank top (or her beloved AC/CD shirt, which she cut up the sides on to tie them together, and made a tubetop of) under a worn pink leather jacket riddled with studs and Kid?s name on the back, plus any sort of combination: hip-hugger jean miniskirt, leather pants, jean hip-huggers, or short shorts; biker boots, DC shoes she's written all over(so has Kid), knee-high leather boots, or sandals. She thinks the boots make her look taller.

[b]Habits:[/b] Pixie has a habit of wandering out of her room at night to go up on the roof and lay on the concrete, arms and head propped on the very short ledge, looking down at the street below. She also talks to things. Of course, most of that has to do with what she smokes.

She also has a strange liking for nice fire whiskey and doughnut holes.

[b]History:[/b] Faye Rose Thomason was born into an already large family - (two brothers, three sisters) - and it didn't stop there. By the time she was ten, she had two more siblings, Alex and Victoria. Her mother kept running around, becoming pregnant, and then using the welfare money to buy drugs. Four of the eight children (Faye's older brother Jamie, older sisters Kaitlyn and Meg, and younger brother Alex) turned out as crack babies, and Faye herself just barely avoided the worst. As a result, she did end up stunted in growth, which is actually fairly obvious, and a little bit of brain damage.

Faye was prostetuting herself by the time Victoria was born, and when she was 18 did get pregnant. Her child, one she named affectionately Elizabeth Faye, died stillborn, breaking her heart. The babies real father was long gone, but her family gave it a proper burial ? with the exception of Faye?s heavily drunk and ? once again ? heavily pregnant mother. Faye?s real father, Darien, was meek and shy, and often was rewarded with a heated argument and the occasional slap.

Once her baby was buried and gone, Faye left. She couldn?t stand to be in that house anymore, and even volunteered to take her youngest siblings with her until they could fend for themselves. After all, by then, only Alex and Victoria were around to put up with it, and Faye felt sick to think of the next poor child to be born into that family. However, this child was born laboriously, and killed Faye?s drug-and-age weakened mother, and the child himself died a week later. Of course, by that time, Faye was long gone, and what happened to her father, she?ll never know.

Faye kept prostituting herself, and it earned her a good bit of money. She rented a nice apartment at the top of a building where she has access to the roof, and changed jobs rather quickly. Now she works part-time at a tattoo parlor, and part-time at a bar right down the road. The tattoo?s commission pretty well, and the bar? well, it brings in money and gives her a taste of night life.

Faye doesn?t remember how she started hanging out with Kid and Gus. She vaguely remembers a large party she slipped into, and got drunk, and that she, Gus, and Kid were all kicked out for party crashing. What happened after that is a mystery. All she knows is that she loves Gus dearly like the brother she wished she had, and that her feelings for Kid are? strange. She really qualifies more as a thief than a punk, but her sense of style, her tendancy to smoke some of the oddest things, and her piercings have left her with a bunch of strange friends.

Done![/size][/color]

[4815162342]

[size=1][color=magenta][b]Name:[/b] Nicholas Peter Harp

[b]Gender:[/b] Female

[b]Nickname:[/b] Nikki, Pete, Angel, Spike. Most commonly Spike.

[b]Age:[/b] 19

[b]Appearance:[/b] [URL= http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v650/DeSotoDiceFreak/Nicholas.jpg]Nicholas.[/URL] is five foot four inches when barefoot and has a sturdy build reminiscent to that of a bulldog, with capable ? if calloused ? hands.

Her fluorescent magenta hair just about reaches her shoulders and is almost always pulled tightly back into a ponytail or two pigtails that she twists into buns and shoves pencils, switchblades, straws or chopsticks through. Nicholas?s bangs reach to about the bottom of her chin and constantly fall in front of her eyes and the back of her head is shaved up to about the middle of her skull.

Normal eye color and shape do not apply to Nicholas?s eyes, as she seems to take delight in wearing contacts that make her normally average blue eyes take on the look of a cat?s and the color of lemon-lime Gatorade.

While her sparkly, bright, near fluorescent makeup may compliment her skin-tone, it doesn?t exactly match her eyes. Not that she cares, though. She also has quite the piercing collection at three earrings in her left ear, four in her right, a septum piercing, a laberat piercing, snake fangs, a pierced tongue, a stud right above the left corner of her mouth, a ring in her left nostril, two bars through her left eyebrow and one in her right.

Nicholas likes to wear anything bright, and so while she does buy normal jeans, they don?t stay normal colored for long as she sews patches of other fabric to the denim to fit her color scheme and substitutes ribbons for use as a belt. Her shoes are an old pair of blue and red bowling shoes. Up higher she wears tank tops and a camo jacket that she has dyed a horrendous orange.

Aside from her facial jewelry the only other jewelry she wears is a spiked dog collar around her neck and usually a candy-bracelet around her wrist.

Tattoos are the other type of body modifications Nicholas has, and so far she has four ? a electric blue symbol for infinity beneath her right ear, a lime green gecko on the back of her arm right above her right elbow, a red Janus mask on the back of her neck and a garland of blue and black stars wrapped around her left arm from her wrist to her elbow.

She smells of bubblegum and blue raspberries and her movements are deliberate and a bit clumsy. Her voice is very mellow and relaxing, and her words are always spoken slowly.

[b]Personality:[/b] She has one?I?m sure of it. What it will be at any given time is beyond me, and probably beyond her friends as well. The way she acts and her personality changes with the weather, her mood, what she is wearing and the people she is around. ?much like the way a chameleon changes its skin tone to match its surroundings.

There isn?t really a very sure grasp on what her real personality, although through all the personalities she tries on there is always an underlying note of determination.

The most real thing, that never changes ever, no matter what, and is prominent, is her stubbornness. She doesn?t give up ever.

[b]History:[/b] Nicholas?s parents are Maureen Janette and Patrick David and they own a hotel. She has four siblings; one twin (Paul David), two younger sisters (also twins, Juliet Marie and Katherine Lindsey) and one younger brother (Laurence Patrick.)

She was born shortly after her parents? wedding, and her rebellion (For her style is a rebellion, unlike some who choose it because it?s ?normal? to them) from her hotel owning parents began soon after her birth when she for some reason would not take naps.

The former nap-skipping rebellion soon switched to not eating any fruit, and when she gave up that rebellion it was because she had taken to hiding all the blue crayons in the house.

Through the years, her rebellion changed from one thing to another, and soon after her twelfth birthday she decided that punk was a form of rebellion that she would like to stick to ? and so she did.

Nicholas has finished most of her schooling, not choosing to leave school until her last term, when she deemed it too constricting for her to deal with and took to schooling herself; she borrowed books from the library, and only the books that had subjects that interested her.

She still lives with her parents who seem a bit more supportive of her dropping out than they were of her punk lifestyle, and over the past two years they have become pretty much resigned themselves to her friends coming over and staying until all hours if the night ? if they leave at all.

Nikki works as a waitress at a small retro-diner when she isn't gadding about.

[b]Habits:[/b] Stealing food from friends. No, seriously ? she?ll eat your dinner and your snacks, but ONLY when you are trying to eat them yourself. If they?re sitting by themselves, they don?t appeal to her at all.

She also has a habit of self-piercing. D: She shouldn?t, but all her piercing she did herself; luckily, she hasn?t tried to do her own tattoos.

All piercing and tattoos usually show up shortly after a visit with her grandparents; either she gets body modifications, or she drinks herself under the table.[/color][/size]

[SIZE=1][COLOR=DarkOliveGreen]Finished![/COLOR][/SIZE]

[Ozymandius Jones]

[COLOR=DarkOrange][SIZE=1]Excellent, now that the signups are done, I shall be starting this Monday evening. Be afraid - be very afraid! Or...yanno....not...[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[Inuyasha Fandom]

Name:Wynter Slavochovich

Nickname: Iyce, Chill Factor, Winter Frost

Gender: male

Personality: Icy cold, perhaps due to things from his past. his freinds are the only ones he opens up to at all. Only his freinds see his smile, or see his lack of confidence. Otherwise, he comes across as an frigid person, cold, and uncaring. This would explain his nick name, certainly. Though he gives advice seemingly beyond his years. His insights are sickeningly accurate, despite the fact he doesn't know anything about a person. He's rich and uptight, yet doesn't flaunt it unless on his freinds.

The only time he can be seen getting worked up is his flashes of anger, in which he'll break whatever is in his hand, or when he's snowboarding, or playing the piano, or being artistic

Appearence: Dressing in tones of deepest black, accented by a pale blue, he looks remarkably feminine, indeed, he's often mistaken as a girl, what with the looks and his ice-tone makeup and dyed, ankle length, blue hair. An erratic goth, one would say.


History: His past is kept well away from people, only his closest freinds know even a little.

As a smal child, his parents were brutally slaughtered, while he watched from under some blankets. He was a mute for weeks. To this day, he doesn't know why it happened, yet he's never forgotten. He's moved from foster home to foster home, untill he was adopted recently. Since, his adopted father has tranied him in several martial arts, weapons useage, and musical prowess, the man being adament about Wynter's going into the C.I.A or something. When he met his new freinds, he started talking more, and opening up. Yet, he's still frigid sometimes. He's developed quite a musical talent over the years, useing it to let his freinds be amused and delighted.

Habits: He often plays piano in the school cafeteria, if only to get on other peoples nerves, because they do not have the talent. He often acts mechanically, not realizing it. Like when asked to hand something to someone, like a knife, he'll twirl it in his hand to give it to them handle first. Often, he is seen with his ear mounted mp3 player.

[Ozymandius Jones]

[COLOR=RoyalBlue]And it is [url=http://www.otakuboards.com/showthread.php?p=767636]finally up[/url]. I'm sorry, [B]Inuyasha Fandom[/B], your character is not quite what I'm looking for here. Maybe next time.[/COLOR]