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Aug 06, 2013 10:16PM
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4-4? But 3-3 would probably be easier to manage.
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No it's absolutely fine! :)I'm kinda sick of making long, detailed characters anyway.
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It's easier and the roleplay starts ten times faster as well ^^
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Okay yay! It's 9am here. :)But I'm at school... :/
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I still have two weeks of freedom left
Lucky you! I still have 6 weeks of hell before I get 2 weeks of freedom. Then I have another 9 weeks of hell after that and then finally, finally finish grade 10 and have 2 months of summery freedom. :)
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I mean my summers almost over and everything.
Even went to school check in this morning - got my sched, locker, the whole nine yards.
That must've been depressing hahaha!Yeah it is quite different. For us, summer is December, January, February so we have Christmas in summer. :)
And we have four terms a year, two semesters and our mid-year is in winter.
We start school in January.
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Our summer is the end of May through the beginning of August.
We have a winter/christmas break thought ^^
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I almost forgot XD
Haha yeah! American schooling is weird...Oh yeah, that would probably be helpful. :D
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I try to understand schooling over in, say, England and am just like ... wat?
Lol!
What's schooling like in England?Haha yeah. XD
Well I'm used to the Australian system. It makes plenty of sense to me.
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I would tell you but I just get all confusseled and sort of give up xD
Annnnywaaay ... :3
Ahahaha! It can't be that different to everywhere else... XD
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Yeah a random island would work fabulously I reckon.
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I literally have one of my characters done at the moment *ashamed* :s
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Name: Miles Griffith
Age: 14
Appearance:
Height: 5’8”
Birth Place: Atlanta, Georgia (USA)
Power/Abilities(s): Night Vision / Perfect vision up to 20 miles; they’ve enhanced his eyesight to more than the maximum. If you can believe it sometimes it short circuits and give him about a million what headache. And because his sight was enhanced so profoundly his other senses seem like nothing. Meaning sometimes he has a hard time hearing, reflexes sometimes are slower. It’s like different parts of his brains are working against each other, gears grinding in the wrong directions.
“So here’s my story …” To be honest he doesn’t remember a lot about his childhood, but is unlucky enough to remember what it’s like to be a normal human being with an actual family. These government officials came baring guns, only they weren’t pointing in his direction. Instead, they were an escort. His mother and father gave him up at the age of eight for the sake of science. Or at least that’s what all the scientists that work on him say, in a very unsoothing way if he may add. Yeah that may get them through the night but in his room he sits curled up with seemingly unblinking eyes, staring around at his familiar, but cold, room. Everything outlined in this strange metallic tinge. Miles like to think that they were forced to give him up for some reason. They loved him – didn’t they? Yet he can be a very positive sort of guy. At least he can see what the others can’t. He’s been flickering his gaze around for cracks in the facility. Ways to get out. Anything. These guys are like his family now, so he doesn’t feel completely lonely. Not when they can either drown with each other or fight to stay alive through all the mutations and chemicals. Point is he can be a sarcastic little bastard with a wicked attitude and a will to get what he wants when the time is right. He’s more eager than he should be though. That can get him into some situations if these others aren’t around to shove some common sense into that crazy head of his.
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Ooohhh yes please.I'll get started on my number one. :D
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Name: Sandor Maddox
~"or" pronunced "er"
Age: 20
Appearance:
Height: 6’0”
Birth Place: Cairo, Eygpt
Power/Abilities(s): Mutt; yes you heard me right. There isn't really much of a name for what Sandor is - what he has become is just a mix of chemicals and new DNA. Rather than finger nails he has claws, like a feline would have, sharp and rugged. Rather than a smooth back he's scarred with multiple tries of surgery injected wings. All have failed - more or less. In a failed attempt at underwater altercation Sandor has slightly wedged feet. One thing is for sure though, he's got the uncanny ability to blend in with his surroundings. He isn't quite invisible, if you look hard enough your eyes might be able to catch him, but his skin literally shimmeys into a new form. Say he's on the forest, it could literally expand and crinkle into bark. Of sprout leaves. His eyes are a dead give away though, they shine a bright gold, like a baset.
"Dad was my undoing ..." For awhile everything was controlled. Dad listened to mom even if he was the one bringing most of the income. Sandor was an only child and protected by his momma. Until she got pregnant with baby number two. He was probably six by then, and his dad was ecstatic for a new baby. Now there are about a million things that you could be thinking -but the point still stands that the boys lost both their mother and wife in the birthing process. Dad was resentful towards Sandor's baby brother, and it threw a wedge between the pair of them. Sandor protected Aris for he was his own blood, he liked to rock him to sleep when he had bad dreams, tuck him into bed at night, he showed him things that dad wouldn't, even taught him how to throw ball, all that was him. He was the dad. But when they were thirteen and seven they left Egypt for dad's job and ended up on some remote island out who knows where. If you're wondering - yeah it is the same facility. Sandor's been here since. His dad's a scientist with an icy heart, doesn't even care about his son anymore. Aris was experimented on too; his transformation skills were disastrous; he's dead now. Body couldn't take the constant changing and shifting of bones. Whatever they gave him grated itself into his bones and didn't let go, he was never at rest, so when he finally died not only was Sandor angry, but vengeful. He's a boy with dark eyes and no tolerance for anyone wearing a white coat. Sandor considers himself a protector towards everyone here because he'd failed once, never again. Towards the others he's fairly logical, rarely rash if it means life or death, and compassionate and caring. They're his soft spot.
Charrie #1Name: "Cordelia"
-- Otherwise known as test subject CS41
Age: 14
Appearance:
Cordelia, though her hair is blonde, has a dark streak of brown running down the left side of her part. An imperfection of test tube babies.
Birthplace: --
Power/Abilities: Clairempathy -- The user can detect emotional resonances from other locations and times. They can also perceive emotions across species, as well as from the past, the future, the spirit world and (if strong enough) the realms of the divine. She is, however, insane for she cannot block the emotions from her mind. She also receives regular headaches and whenever she detects the emotions, her mood is altered in order to fit whatever emotion she is feeling. This also means that sometimes she is experiencing a thousand emotions at once, causing regular fits.
"Love is a foreign concept to me…" Cordelia was always an experiment, for she never knew true love, even as a child. For this, she's a lonely person. She doesn't know what it is like to have someone care for you, because no one ever has. Cordelia was born and raised in the lab, so she never actually had a family. She was constantly being experimented on, tortured to the point where she could feel nothing but the ever present pain that she received from the testing. Despite this, she has tried to keep a positive outlook on life and she does the best she can not to be a failure. Cordelia, however, is on the verge of being insane. She has no way of turning her clairempathy off, so therefore she is driven to the point of not knowing who she is. She constantly tortures herself, she has never gone a day without crying and most of the people in the lab are cruel, viewing her only as an experiment of science, rather than an actual being with actual feelings. She has never had a friend, never had anyone show her kindness or the right treatment. She feels suffocated within the confines of her tiny room, rocking back and forward, never uttering a word. Many steer clear of her and the few people that she could almost name a friend have either turned their back on her or have died. The lab is a horrible place and she has never known anything else. She has been constantly monitored, always being watched and tested on. But she has had enough of it. It is not that no one has tried to break through and see the girl that lies within Cordelia, it's just that she doesn't trust to let anyone in. She feels as though her power will become even more overwhelming if she feels a strong emotion such as love or desire herself. She's very much an introvert, forever keeping to herself, forever feeling miserable. She refuses the love that others offer because she doesn't trust herself to love them in return, for she is very much insane and she cannot trust her own actions.
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Except I'm sure that the others would have tried talking to her, or at least caring, unless she refuses to let them then that's understandable ^^
I think I'll say that she refuses it because she feels like she'll only be hurt if she lets someone in. And that she's quite distrustful. Sorry, she was really quick because I was making her at school, so I'll edit her when I get home. Half an hourish. :)Also people would be a little scared of her, considering she's insane.
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That's totally fine ^^
You don't have to edit at all if you don't want to :3
I mean mine are just turning out longer than I thought. Besides it's 11 pm here and I'll be asleep by the time you get home anyway xD
Ahaa I'll make my other three characters tonight considering its Friday an I have tonnes of time to do so. :)
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But I shall do my best
Oh yay!Well I can't make one right this second because I can't stand typing on my phone. .-.
But I'll get on to them when I get back on my laptop.
I'm so excited to get them all finished. :D
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Name: Erica Nicole Sayers
~Very rarely called Nikky
Age: 17
Appearance:
Height: 5’6”
Birth Place: Rio de Janerio, Brazil
Power/Abilities(s): Inception; at least that's what they like to call it. They continually add stuff in, poking and probing her brain with new DNA, scans, and a bunch of needles and painful shocks. Drug induced sleep and all that jazz. Erica is not quite a success, she can't really out thoughts or feelings into other people's brains, if anything she's a failed experiment that they keep trying with. The idea was that her brain would be able to send off waved, be it through physical contact or a meeting of eyes, anything. But all she gets from it is raging nightmares, painful malfunctions, locking of her body, and bad reactions.
"Welcome to my own personal hell --" Erica was a girl living it up in one of the most active places in the world. Tall, tan, and all legs she was fun and colorful. A real bubbly girl to hang out with, a little shy towards compliments of course, but still just a mega sweetheart. Adventurous and outgoing - now she liked to curl herself up in a ball every time her head starts pounding. Why? Because she's been skeeters and poked at more times then she could count. Erica's here through force, not betrayal though her parents will probably never find her. Any hope that could've been left was gone when she was snatched off the streets and brought to this horrid place. She's been here about ten months and already everything had gone to hell. There's pain - there's always pain, like it's been implanted into her brain, muscles, and bones. It starts in her head, then pulses the impact out into the rest of her body she's astonished her heart isn't affected. It is but not negatively, with everything they're injecting into her, and all the electric pulses her her goes about five times faster than the average human being. A lot of the time it's hard trying to remember anything. And the only - only - slightly gold thing to come out of this is that she's not alone. She's not the only one of this hell hole of an island. Honestly she can't even remember being hauled here, like she was knocked out and woke up on a metal table. Sandor is a reliable source in the whole island thing, but he can't fight his dad's wrath. The hits just keep coming.
