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[CJ]

It looks like the newest person (SeatheFiend or Zyalle) started at the Plane, and since Scott and Zyalle (characters) are near there, I guess you could climb out of the wreckage.

[[deleted user]]

Okay, thank you so much!

[sucre'd fiend]

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{Part I}



【 I'm 】 lost in the world
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But I'm down for the night



Missouri Tallulah Alma Celeste
『 〓 』• Pronounced | Miz-ore-ree | T(a)-llu-lah | A(h)l-Ma(h) | Cel(e)-ste |
• Missouri is not actually her first name. It's more of an alias she likes to go by. She didn't much like her first name, which is Tallulah. She truly doesn't like this name, and if you were to call her by it, she either doesn't respond or you end up with a black eye. The name Missouri originates from the state, which in turn originates from Sioux Indians of the state called the Missouris. The Smithsonian Bureau of American Ethnology states that Missouri means town of the large canoes. Other authorities say the original Indian syllables (from which the word came) mean wooden canoe people, he of the big canoe, or river of the big canoes. If you catch her drift, she likes a big canoe. Tallulah as a girl's name is of Native American Indian origin, and the meaning of Tallulah is "leaping water". Related to the Choctaw word for water, "oka". The Choctaws lived near the Tallulah waterfall, which derives its name from the Hitchiti (Creek) Indian word for "town". The name also possibly derives from a Gaelic name meaning "fruitful woman". Actress Tallulah Bankhead (20th century), was raised in theAmerican South not far from Georgia's Tallulah Falls. The name had been in her family for a while, and she was named after her paternal grandmother.
• Alma is of Latin, Italian, Hebrew and Arabic origin, and the meaning of Alma is "nourishing, kind; soul; young woman; learned". Modern name. Also the name of a river in the Crimea where the famous 19th-century Battle of Alma was fought. "Alma mater" is the term for a college or university, meaning "fostering mother". American vamp of the silent screen, Alma Bennett; composer's wife Alma Mahler.
• Celeste, despite how odd it is, is indeed a surname. It is of Latin origin, and the meaning of Celeste is "heavenly". Anglicized form of Céleste (French), from Latin Caelestis, a popular name among early Christians. The masculine form Celestin was the name of five popes, the first one in AD 422. The name may be associated with Queen Celeste, wife of Jean and Laurent de Brunhoff's children's book character Babar, the Elephant. Actress Celeste Holm; castingagent Celestia Fox.





Age: That's a question worthy of death. Last words? [Sixteen, nearly Seventeen]
Blood Type: AB Rh Negative [The rarest]
Gender: "Hell hath no fury like a woman unchained"
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⊱ Born in New Orleans, Louisiana
⊱ Nationalitie(s) are American, Armenian
⊱ Ethnical background includes; Creole, Armenian, Dutch
Sexuality: Ambisexual
Relationship Status: Single
⊱ Zodiacal symbol: Ox ➠
The Ox sign, first and foremost, is the most dependable of all the Chinese zodiac signs. The Ox person will instinctively shoulder the load in any of their relationships whether it be for love, family or friends. Most people would think that this is an unfair burden to bear, however, the Ox gets enjoyment and satisfaction out of the weight it bears. Once the Ox sets its sights on a specific course of action, it would be next to impossible to make the Ox waver from its set path. However, the great determination of the Ox can turn into down right stubborness when they choose the wrong course of action. From outward appearances it may seem like the Ox is the calm and not career driven. Do not be fooled, as the Ox can be as ambitious as other of the Chinese Zodiac signs. For the Ox to find its full potential it needs to be in a familiar and supportive environment. There it can find the happiness seeks for others and more importantly itself.
⊱ Zodiacal symbol: ♉ ➠ Taurus ➠
Like the animal that represents them, is all about strength, stamina and will. Stubborn by nature, the Taurus will stand his/her ground to the bitter end (sometimes even irrationally so). But that's okay because the Taurus is also a loving, sympathetic and appreciative sign. The Taurus is very understanding and when we need someone to unburden ourselves to, we often share our deepest fears with the Taureans of the zodiac. Taureans are very patient, practical and efficient, they are excellent in matters of business and are also wonderful instructors/teachers. Although initially they may have their own best interest at heart, they are ultimately & endlessly generous with their time, possessions and love. 

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▐ Marking(s): She has a few cigarette burns that occurred from her lack of an ash tray. She wasn't going to just drop it and get blamed for arson again. She does often have light bruising around the neck area. What the cause of it is, is unknown.
▐ Tattoo(s): She has plenty of them. The photos should be of help in identifying the few that are visible, and she doesn't show off the rest that aren't.


|| ♛ || How does one describe this creature here before you? Unfortunately, the female specimen presented has changed drastically from the expected physical outcome. There have been a number of outside influences that can explain what happened, but it's better not to address them at this time. The one truly pressing matter is if most of her is a product of complacent self-destruction or adolescent defiance. It could be both, but the possibility of a singular cause cannot be ruled out in this instance.

Tallulah, ahem, Missouri is quite the tall specimen. Gracing the world with a height of six foot six, she tips most conceived height ranges. This height could be derived from her mother, who was actually slightly taller than her father. Other influences would suggest a good ingestion of calcium that allowed for optimum growth. Miss weighs in at around a hundred forty-five pounds, a sufficient amount of it being muscle weight. Had she not been involved in any form of exercise, be it running from the cops or running to a base, she most likely would be slightly heavier than she is now. The most noticeable muscle mass would be located at her calves. They are impeccably toned, and she's quite proud of the fact. Slender and narrowed shouldered, Miss has an effect on most participants of the opposing gender seem to like. She could attributed this beauty to her father, before his looks deteriorated with poor care of his body. Her face is rather ovoid in shape, but that doesn't dim the attractive natural of it. Obviously, there a neck between her head and shoulders. It's quite slender, as well. There is usually bruising there, but always faint.

What had once been long tendrils of raven black hair has been chopped off so often that it can't be seen as it once was. Well, save the time that Miss decides to let part of it grow out longer than past her chin. A good deal of the time, it stops at her ear on the right side, whilst the left side is shaved down. Her hair had also once been entirely black, close to pitch black or the illusion of night before the break of the moon through the clouds. Now, most of it is a dyed blonde, with the black seen only on the shaved part of her head. Her face, as explained above, is still a visage of beauty despite the ovoid shape of it. Her complexion is that of a ivory, maybe tainted more with the constant sun of New Orleans. This makes her lips blend slightly with her face, as they are a peachy hue that is usually never covered with anything other than Blistex. They have a pouty disposition to them, and give off the hints of promiscuity. Her oculars are probably the most deceiving part of her being. Heterochromatic in coloring, they exhibit a shared collection of pigmentations. For the most part, the more dominant coloring could be stated as a hazel brown, but only in certain lightings. So, speaking generally, her irises are a swirl of pale green, hazy gold, turbulent blues, and a hazel brown. In the lighter perspective, her eyes are more so brown or green, green being if she turns her head away from the light. In the dark setting and mood of a moment, her oculars would display either a hazy gold or stormy blue, blue being if she were to again turn away from the light.

The last thing to work on when describing this female is her voice. It has a husky sound to it, the more appealing kind of husky that is more commonly exhibit in the gender counterpart and widely sought out. It holds a low soprano, high alto octave. It's similar to the tinkling of little metal objects together, if not more pleasant. If she were exhibit any form of rage, it deepens exponentially into a feral and harsh sound as opposed to the previously pleasant one. Should she be delighted, which happens rarely these days unless she's successfully caused trouble, her voice hitches ever so slightly. The change isn't very noticeable unless you've been listening to her for a while.


Hair Color: Her hair had also once been entirely black, close to pitch black or the illusion of night before the break of the moon through the clouds. Now, most of it is a dyed blonde, with the black seen only on the shaved part of her head.
Eye Color: Heterochromatic in coloring, they exhibit a shared collection of pigmentations. For the most part, the more dominant coloring could be stated as a hazel brown, but only in certain lightings. So, speaking generally, her irises are a swirl of pale green, hazy gold, turbulent blues, and a hazel brown. In the lighter perspective, her eyes are more so brown or green, green being if she turns her head away from the light. In the dark setting and mood of a moment, her oculars would display either a hazy gold or stormy blue, blue being if she were to again turn away from the light.
Height: Gracing the world with a height of six foot six, she tips most conceived height ranges. This height could be derived from her mother, who was actually slightly taller than her father.
Weight: Miss weighs in at around a hundred forty-five pounds, a sufficient amount of it being muscle weight. Had she not been involved in any form of exercise, be it running from the cops or running to a base, she most likely would be slightly heavier than she is now.



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❝Bout to go HAM; let these snitches know who I am ❞

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[sucre'd fiend]

{Part II}

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One would say that Tallulah Alma Celeste's home life was not quite the best that it could be. With a narcotic addicted mother and alcoholic father, you'd suspect that Tallulah would try to be better than them. No, the opposite happened in her case, and it was not the pretty sight widely seen in movies.

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The case file of Tallulah Alma Celeste is sad and unfortunate. Her record includes twelve counts of arson, suspected smuggling of exotic animals numbering around a dozen, thirty counts of assault, and fifty-four counts of possession of narcotics and alcohol. She has quite recently been convicted of the murder of sixteen of her fellow classmates. She has said nothing of her involvements, and pleaded guilty. She is being sent to an out of state-maximum security prison.

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Before she had her start to the life of crime at the ripe old age of fourteen, Tallulah lived in a abusive household. Her father never kept a steady job, and her mother was very sickly. Of course, that could have been turned to the drugs that she was so very addicted to. Her parents had once been very privileged, but had quickly eaten through the inheritance given to Tallulah's father and piled up on gambling debts.

The obvious outcome was them resorting to their respective "anti-depressants", which varied from narcotics and alcohol. Her father's favorite "anti-depressant" involved a range of sexual abuse, most commonly leading to Tallulah lashing out at those around her. Not her father, though. To do so would result in a worse punishment than what he was already doing to her.

She had a particular love of sports that has deteriorated over the past few years. She, however, still holds on to it.

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◜｡ ░ FAMILY ˟ ˟」
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◜｡ ░ Mary-Anne Celeste: Convicted of possession of narcotics and corruption of a minor
◜｡ ░ Josai Celeste: Convicted of rape, molestation of a minor, and corruption of a minor

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Trait One: Rude, Loud, and Obscene
Trait Two: Trouble-making and Fun-Loving
Trait Three: Logical
Trait Four: Confrontational
Trait Five: Deceptive


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❝ Kush rolled, glass full; I prefer the better things ❞

Missouri is indeed quite the rude girl. She tends to make a lot of ruckus when she's not sleeping, especially in tense situations. She's not the kind of person to make friend easily because of this trait, and she is more than satisfied with that fact. To be her friend is to be her partner in crime, and you don't want any of that mess. She does obscene things, usually exposing parts of her body or drawing phallic things over areas of wall. She also has a tendency to every expletive under the sun when she speaks with certain people. It's not an attractive quality in the opinion of some guys that's she's known. But, she, in fact, doesn't quite care what others think.

Tallulah, er, Missouri has a tendency to cause trouble wherever she goes. It's not putting it lightly when she starts some sort of mess in her free time, but it's not usually to be mean. Most of the time, they're harmless pranks. When she gets out of hand, however, the authorities need to be contacted and sometimes people have to rushed to the nearest hospital. All Tallulah really wants is to have fun. You'd be understating the obvious if you said that she was the life of the party. She is the party. People look to her for a good time, and she is content with that.

Despite the initial impression, Missouri is really quite logical. She knows how to get to a conclusion through logic, and it has to be where most of her intelligence is displayed, other than in her elaborate scheming when it's time for some trouble to be had. She actually rarely has these moments of logical evaluation that she would like to show off, as it breaks her reputation of being a dunder-headed trouble-maker. Though, she doesn't enjoy the image, it gets her enough street cred to do just about anything.

Obviously, Missouri is a confrontational being. She's always ready to kick ass, and send a few people to the hospital-- or maybe even the morgue if they're not lucky. She knows how to really cause a problem, and is very easily offended. She also has a high rate of envy that results in conflicts. No matter what it is, she's likely to start a fight for it, and is best treaded carefully around. This increases exponentially when she is angered, which can happen quite often. Should she become angry, it's best not to expose her to alcohol or narcotics, as she becomes even more violent and dangerous/

Missouri can lie as easily as she can breathe. It's very useful, and she's believe a good deal of the time. She can make even some of the most outrageous stories seem real, because the trick is all in the tone of voice and your outer appearance. Her lies are what has kept a good deal of her crimes under wraps, save the ones that had eye witnesses and when she's lost her temper. It's almost second nature to her to lie, as well, and the truth is harder to come by with her. It takes a lot of work, or you'd have to had known her at some point before where the lies originates.

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❝ You might be the king, but watch the queen conquer ❞

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◜ █ ♔ Smoking; good stuff right there
◜ █ ♔ Drinking; even better
◜ █ ♔ Rap Music
◜ █ ♔ Rapping; freestyle
◜ █ ♔ Church; surprisingly enough
◜ █ ♔ Fluffy things; a secret to take to the grave
◜ █ ♔ Roses; cliché but true
◜ █ ♔ Butterscotches
◜ █ ♔ Baseball
◜ █ ♔ Track
◜ █ ♔ Parties

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◜ █ ♔ Authority; keep me from doing what I do
◜ █ ♔ Parole Officers; damn buttholes keeping locked up
◜ █ ♔ Needles
◜ █ ♔ Hospitals
◜ █ ♔ Buzz-kills
◜ █ ♔ Sour Things
◜ █ ♔ Wusses; put in different terms
◜ █ ♔ Being Sober
◜ █ ♔ Boredom


❝ HOBBIES ♔ ! 　♥²

↯ ▍Causing Trouble
↯ ▍Drinking
↯ ▍Smoking
↯ ▍Playing Baseball
↯ ▍ Running Track
↯ ▍Breaking the Law

[sucre'd fiend]

Down to the two boys now

[Julia]

Wow. You go all out! I'm so lazy. :P

So, you've only done two Characters? My phone won't load the images and I haven't been on the computer for a while (I'm on a plane, actually) but it looks really cool. (By what I see)

[sucre'd fiend]

I actually got lazy when it came to the history. But thank you

[Anna (Unquenchable Reads)]

Name: Naomi DeVive
Nicknames: Nai, Nam
Age (10-16): 15
Male or Female: female
Personality: Naomi is a kind and caring girl. She tries to help everyone out, but gets disappointed often by not being able to do this. Nai is clumsy sometimes, so it helps that she is good with medicine. She tries to get along with everyone. Her feelings are very fragile. Yell at her and she will either cry or run away. She is trustful, sometimes to trusting in people. She loves gymnastics. Nam also loves ballet.

History: Naomi lives on the streets. Her parent and older brother died in a car crash, which she survived at age 2. She met a ballet/gymnastics instructor when she turned 8. The instructor gave her free lessons, hoping it would keep her out of trouble, which it did. Nam has always lived on her own.

Family: none, all dead

Appearance: (picture please!) http://s5.favim.com/orig/69/brown-hai...

http://data.whicdn.com/images/4678406...


Two Survival Skills:
-Healer: Good with medicines, knows how to fix broken bones, etc.
-Nurturer: helps calm down people when they are hurt.

Likes
+being praised
+being helpful
+gymnastics
+ballet
+music
+kind people
+trust

Dislikes:
-arrogant poeple
-being lied to
-being yelled or screamed at
-being hurt herself
-people treating her badly
-being alone for long periods of time

[Elena]

Name: Roxanne Miller
Age: 15
Female
Personality: Smart, clever, observant, on-her-feet, tough, stubborn, and does what she feels is right. She defends her opinions, listens to both sides of the story, and thinks outside of the box. She doesn't really smile much, but loves little children. She enjoys practicing her fighting techniques, learning about new healing techniques, reading the different types of edible plants and animals and helping others.
Appearance: http://teamfamilyonline.com/sandi-kra...
Types of Survival Skills: She is definitely a Fighter and she has the smarts, agility, and skills to be a Searcher and to dodge enemy attacks, secretly.

[Julia]

Approved to all!

[Anna (Unquenchable Reads)]

Where do I start?

[Julia]

You can start at the airplane, then switch over to the Hunting Clearing. (Our characters are currently in combat)

[[deleted user]]

Name: Keenan Hoover
Age (10-16): 16
Male or Female: Male
Personality: Keenan is a very quiet person. He is very observant about the things that goes around him. He was very outgoing and flirty when he was younger but when he grew up he became more serious and brooding. He does not talk unless he is directly asked and when he does talk his words would probably make anyone speechless.
His feelings about fighting is 50/50 and he only uses his skill unless it's important and he isn't one to show off to other people.
Appearance:

Two Survival Skills: He knows how to find the safest ingredients in cooking with limited resources. He knows how to heal people with the use of the various herbs anywhere.

[sucre'd fiend]

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{Part Un}

[there can be no good without evil]

[Nomenclature]

Alavendre Caephas Furey
Alavendre {Ah-lee-VEHN-dre}
Alavendre's name is a mixture of several. Passed down in the family for some time, they've gotten the names mixed up, and have been unable to say much of how the name came into being. He's a little curious about this, but he doesn't have any real interest in knowing.
Caephas {CEE-fahs}
Caephas was the Aramaic name of one of the Twelve disciples in Christianity. The name means "the rock", so one would assume it to be someone of great importance. The name was given to Alavendre because of his being the only son of the family.
Furey {Few-RE}
Furey is a French surname. Not much research is needed for this, and Alavendre just doesn't care.

Alven
{Ahl-VEHN}
Dre, Alli
Alavendre is completely fine with having his name shortened, it's just the matter of how you would go about doing it that concerns him.


[nothing is permanent in this wicked world, not even our troubles]

[Biological]

Gender| Male {Masculine, of the xy chromosome}
Age| 16 {Sixteen, Ten-and-Six}
{Date of Birth} March 17th {03/17}
{Zodiacal Symbol}
{Ethnicity} French, South African
{Place of Origin} South Africa
{Languages Spoken} French, Afrikaans, Swahili, English, Dutch; English was the first language that Alven had been immersed in, but French was the language he learned first.
Sexual Orientation| Heterosexual, though it'll be hard to get to him with his attitude


[Miracles are only for those who need them]
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[Visual and Audial]

Alven is of average height, somewhere in the middle of five feet. He weighs in at around a hundred forty-five, most of which is a bit of muscle weight. He's not lanky, but muscled enough to suffice for his line of work. He has long limbs, but they are still proportional with the rest of his body. His shoulders are broad and wide, but not of the average male width. They're slightly slender and feminine, but he doesn't much care for it. His complexion is fair, with his face dotted with a few freckles.

His hair is a raven black, with little strands of blonde and brown mixed in. It's an odd trait that comes from his mother's side of the family. His eyes are a hazel brown, but look like a honey brown hue when the light hits them to be brighter as opposed to the stormy gray when a darker angle is cast on them. He has a scar on his left cheek from a rabid cat he once had to subdue.

When listening to Alven, you might notice how softly he speaks and just how deep his voice is. It's not scary deep, but he is a baritone. It's a comforting sound to the ears, like velvet or satin on the fingers. He has just the slight intonations of an accent, which is a curious combination of both French and South African. He doesn't speak to other often, so being able to hear his voice is rare. Alven has a slow slur to his words, not much in the drunken sense though. He got it from his mother, who got a speech impediment from her father. He's quite sure that there isn't anything to help it, and is very much so irritated by that fact. If anyone was to really ask him, he would say that they should find something better to do with their time.

However, there can be changes to his voice with his mod. If angered, it becomes a harsher, more feral tone that could intimidate just about anyone. He's often angered, so when he does miraculously speak, it's not the comforting sound it should be.



[Distinctive Markings]
Other than his scar, the more distinctive marking that he has left his is hair. It's unusual to see such a mix of color, and he isn't much in favor of the style. The shaved part of his head also contrasts with the longer strands of raven black, chestnut brown, and platinum blonde hair.

[Style]
As far as outrageous styles go, Alven's is pretty tame. He likes to sport just about anything with plumage or furs. There's also the matter of what century his clothes look like they're from. He's all about the old school when he dresses, so suspenders are in there somewhere. He's still a really big fan of feathers, though and it's probably all that you'll see.


[you always go to the parties, to pluck the feathers off all the birds]

[Personality]

Trait One Quiet and Reserved
Trait Two Slightly Cruel
Trait Three Confused at all times
Trait Four Obsessive and Possessive
Trait Five Compulsive
Trait Six Polite and Well Mannered

Alven is the quiet sort of person that people would mistake to be shy. He isn't, really, but does prefer to be alone. An introvert, as he would say. A rather reserved young man, he likes to take in his surroundings with a quiet ease that can come off in an entirely different way than how he intends. When situations such as these arise, he develops an awkwardness that can't be fixed, and there's usually no turning back from the mess he's created.

Cruelty is not something that is unknown to most, but not a lot of people would say that they are cruel or notice. Alven, however, knows fully how cruel he can be, and doesn't really care. There are times when it's out of control cruelty, mostly emotional at that. And that's where the double-edged of cruelty comes into play. With just as much mental pain he's inflicting on others, it comes back to bite him in the butt. He can't explain why he suddenly shows a bit of care to what he's done after the fact, but he's usually confused, so there isn't much that can be done about that.

Like a fresh new life awaiting the excitement of learning, Alven is usually always confused. It's always written on his expression of just how puzzled he is by something. It's nothing to do with his cognitive abilities, but more so how deeply he looks into things. He doesn't like to see concepts that are simple, and will turn them into something more complex or significant than what they really are. In fact, he would do much to turn a simple letter into a complex symbol for something else entirely. It may just be his imagination working in over time, or he's just a little round-about in his thinking.

You can't get Alven hooked on something. The consequences would include the creation of something for him to obsess over. Be it something little like a show of affection, the subject will in turn have a "fan" to stalk them down. It's more so the far away kind, however, and doesn't take some seriously dangerous turns. At any rate, Alven can become very possessive of what he tends to obsess over. In his mind, he sees that only he can have it. And if someone were to try and take whatever it is away from him, the results could be less than favorable.

Alven can be very compulsive. Should there be a need in him to do something, he'll do it. Thankfully, none of these "needs" have become homicidal or self destructive. Should they become so, both parties wouldn't end up with happy results. His compulsiveness is probably the only thing that gets him out and about in the morning, especially when he runs out of something important in his home. He usually takes to sending someone else or ordering ahead of time, but there are those times when he can be both lazy and productive.

As far as gentlemen go, Alven has to be one of them, when he's not being incredibly cruel. He was taught to be courteous and polite, and he lives that out through his life. There's also the thinking that if he's polite to others, it'll reflect on them and then they send it out to others. Like a domino affect, he wants to change the way people interact. He makes sure to abide by all etiquette, no matter how painstakingly tedious they can be.

{Strengths}
Manners:
People sometimes think that manners aren't of much use, but they can be quite useful. He's often able to get around free of charge for things just because he makes someone smile with his politeness. Odd, but true.
Physical Strength:
Alven does have the physique to be muscular, and is. He doesn't like to display this quality, though, and shies away from most physical work just to avoid doing anything that would require effort.
Reservation:
Being so reserved, he has the chance to sit back and watch life as it passes by. He doesn't much care to participate in life unless there's something in it for him.

{Weaknesses}
Easily Impressionable:
It's rather easy to make an impression on Alven once you've gotten past all his barriers.
Obsessive Nature:
Once Alven finds something to obsess over, it takes over his entire life. He has no other reason to do much else, and his health usually takes a turn for the worse because of this.
Reservation:
Because Alven usually doesn't participate in life, he can miss out on a lot of things.
Complication of the Simple Things:
Alven just has to make things complicated, otherwise it's no fun for him. It's a waste of both time and energy, but it serves well to thoroughly keep him confused. And when he's always confused, he tends to miss out on a lot of key things


{Likes}
Small Things
Warm Tea
Sweets
Cold Weather
Storms
Sisters
The objects of his obsessions
{Dislikes}
Sun
Exercise
Work
Participation
Obsessions being obstructed
Sisters


[Bring your love, baby, I can bring my shame]

[Biography]

[Til Death Do They Part]

Alven's parents had always been fighting, long before the birth of any of their children. Each was too stubborn to give up on the failing relationship, so they continued on as if nothing was wrong with the current situation they had put themselves into. This complacence was followed by the birth of twins. It was the perfect stalemate for the both of them, one having wanted a girl and the other a boy. They got both in one go, and were content.

Alven grew up in the slow beginnings of a tempestuous home life. Albeit he was rather privileged, this didn't come without the qualms of spousal abuse and exploiting the instincts derived from having children.

{the rest shall be narrated by Alven himself}



[The road less traveled]
I don't think my parents

[sucre'd fiend]

{Part Deux}
cared that they were ruining the lives of their children.
They greatly enjoyed watching the other one squirm when they broke my arm when I was nine. I'd wanted to play baseball, and my father complied. I should have known what he was going to do. The look in his eyes should have been warning enough.

He took me out to the field. He said it would be fun, and that I would enjoy it. Being a stupid nine year old kid, I believed him. They took Alexandria with us, and at the time Mother was still pregnant with Aisha. Father didn't want her staying behind, and Mother didn't want to be left behind. It was one of those rare times that they actually agreed on something without it being a front.

After a few hours of playing, I grew bored with this sport. It wasn't what I wanted to do anymore. So, Father stared at me for a while and grabbed my arm with a sigh. He then looked over at Mother pointedly, and she just sent him another look that seemed to challenge him to do whatever he thought of doing.

"You see what you've done," he started, "All this babying has made him weak. He can't even hold an interest in a sport for more than a few hours."

One minute he was going on a tangent, and the next I felt pain. Excruciating pain coming from my arm. When I looked, all I could was stare numbly at the clear fragment of bone sticking out of my arm. Alex screamed, nearly cried her eyes out. She turned away into my mother, who didn't seem to be reacting at all. In fact, she looked more like she had something in mind to do. And that something was going to make everything worse.

This wasn't the first or the last time my parents had ever done something like this to us. After a while, you get used to it, and hold on to what you can.




[Cry Me a River]

Among the many things that interested me, I liked small things. Small animals, children- anything small is a yes in my book.

When I turned twelve, Mother bought me a pet. It was tiny little chick. I named him Geno, and took god care of him. Alex received a matching chick, and she named her Olly. I thought that this gift was meant to be a reconciliation from Mother after she'd given me a concussion a week earlier. Beforehand, she had been saying things that seemed foreboding, but I was too gone in the medication she gave me to notice.

One evening after I returned from schooling, I found Geno's cage empty. Olly wasn't in hers either (I'd been given chief care duties the night before because Alex had been the victim of Father's turn at the game was currently locked in a coma that would later end a few weeks from then), and that's when I began to panic. The call of dinner wasn't a comforting sound, but I came down to eat no less.

What greeted me at the table was a spectacular platter of food, one I knew Mother hadn't taken part in to prepare. She made sure I was seated at the table and began to ask the usual questions that came with her façade of mothering.

"How was your day," she asked.

"Fine," I said, and I could tell she knew something was wrong. I was still fooled by the illusion of her love and didn't want to disappoint her or ruin her evening with the news of the missing chicks.

"What's wrong," she questioned after a couple bites of her meal. I couldn't tell what the meat was as I stuffed my face to avoid answering. I wasn't able to do so, and gave in.

"Olly and Geno are missing," I blurted, worry laying on thick in my tone. Mother's curious expression turned into that of satisfaction, forcing her beautiful features into a painfully more beautiful form.

"I know," was all she said before she returned to her meal. I was unable to continue eating, but did so in hopes of appeasing her. Father, at the other end of the table, looked enraged. Like he'd been one upped from putting his oldest daughter in a coma. Aisha, at my left, was still wearing an eye patch from Mother temporarily blinding her. She was only three at the time.

It sunk in how Mother knew when I tasted the meat for the first time since dinner started. Chicken. The sweet, familiarly seasoned taste stuck to my tongue. We hadn't eaten it since we'd gotten the chicks, and I'd always wondered why.

I didn't cry then, just stood and went to tell my currently comatose twin what had happened.



[Loved and Lost]

I ran away one year.

It was the year I turned sixteen. I didn't want to stay in that house with my parents. Their game had gone from simple tortures to a living hell. They'd do anything to hurt the other, even if it meant damaging us greatly. Mother loved going to the tailor and forcing me in dresses. Father would partake and later make me do things I didn't even think was meant to be happening in a family.

And it was only to hurt the other person. So, I ran. Alex had found her escape in a boarding school only hours before I made mine. Aisha would be stuck with our parental units for the time being, until I figured out a good way to get her out, too.

When I ran, I went to the one place my parents never thought I'd be. Going through the subways that night was probably one of the best decisions I have ever made. Why? Because I met her there. Stumbling out to the dirty, dingy street looking like I'd run a marathon, I staggered around. It was dark, but the streets were full of people. I found it odd that humans could be out like this, and yet still feel comfortable. I let myself get swept away until I saw her in a store window.

Yes, her.

My Maggie.

She was, well, stunning and I wanted to experience her. She was among the interests, a small creature. I somehow caught her attention (I was later told that someone had pointed me out) and I actually got to meet her. What we did with the time I was there those countless nights before I had to go back was our business. I didn't enjoy having to leave her, but it had to be that way.

But, before something could really start, they took her from me.



[Priorities have been set straight]

I know what I want with my life, what I want to do. I know who I want. I will always want her, and no one is taking her from me. Not without me doing something insane first.

*chuckles*

[Relations]

{Familial}

Nikolai Furey:
Alven's father. He is currently separated from his wife Anita. The two of them are having a "civil" dispute through their children. He's in the lead, so to speak.
Anita Furey:
Alven's mother. She is separated from her husband Nikolai, and is currently losing their small game of "who ruins their children's lives more".
Alexandria Furey:
Alven's twin sister. The two of them are the most focused on by their parents in their fun little game, and have been coming up with ideas to end it permanently.
Aisha Furey:
Alven's second youngest sister. She disappeared into the human world and hasn't come back, mostly because she was sick of being tormented by her parents.
Mariette Furey:
Alven's youngest sister. He's most attached her, besides his twin, and has the tendency to get rather protective with her. She, however, is quite independent and is the less focused on child of the game.

{Amiable}

None as of yet, but could be subject to change

{Abhorring}

Parents:
You would think that parents are meant to care for their children, rather than use them as pawns for a game to emotionally destroy one another. They seem to really like hurting the twins the most of their children, and Alven has been making plans with Alex to make a permanent end to their game.
{Amorous}

[Summation]

Alven is an interesting character, yes, and he makes just about anyone feel loved, but maybe it's all because his parents don't love him. Or rather that they love the pain they can cause.

[Luke]

Drew Samson
Age 14
Male
Personality kind t ok everyone and cares about everyone first
Appearancehttp://mylittlethoughtfactory.piczo.c...
Two survivor skills cooking and healing

[sucre'd fiend]

Are these last two characters approved?

[Julia]

Yup

[sucre'd fiend]

Is it? I'll change it.

[Julia]

Yup. :D

[Julia]

This is probably the wrong place to ask, but how do you put the GIFS in posts?

[sucre'd fiend]

Through coding, HTML

[Julia]

I know, but do you use the same brackets as you would for photos?

[sucre'd fiend]

Yeah, you post it like you would a photo.

[Julia]

Okay. I wasn't sure- thanks!

[Agony]

name: Hazel Tarter
age:16 female
appearence: (sorry I can not upload pics using my phone) light brown hair french braided and has green doe like eyes. wears a black t shirt with the bat man logo, has a black hoodie, dark jeans and nike tennishoes. gothic style makeup and wears multiple bracelets along with three rings.
story: was on her way home with her family from an extensive buisness trip that her parents dragged her on. Her dad is a lawyer as well as her mom. she was highly ignored by them and hates long buisness trips with a passion.
personality: hazel is usualy quiet and highly focused. she does not always work well with others but can adapt easily to challenges.
survival skills:
-searcher
-cook

[Julia]

Approved!

[Agony]

thanx!!!!

[[deleted user]]

Name: Renn Willow
Age: 14 female
Personality: Hot headed. Has a fiery temper, but below all that, she's very kind.
Story: She was raised in the countryside, where she learned her surroundings. Her dad tauhgt her archery, a favorite sport of his. When she was 10, her parents were reported dead in a train accident. Since then, she's fled to the forest to escape the police, who are looking for her to put her into an orphanage.
Survival Skills:
healing and Fighting
Healing: knows herbs to heal different cuts and injuries, and how to brew potions for poisons and stuff
Fighting: quick on her feet, nimble, and moves like a shadow through the trees. She can aim perfectly with a bow and arrow.
Appearance:

[[deleted user]]

(Was she on the plane, or is she a native?)

[[deleted user]]

((plane, but has adapted well))

[[deleted user]]

Is Renn approved?

[Julia]

Sure.

[[deleted user]]

Zander wrote: "Name: Keenan Hoover
Age (10-16): 16
Male or Female: Male
Personality: Keenan is a very quiet person. He is very observant about the things that goes around him. He was very outgoing and flirty when..."

Is Keenan approved?

[Julia]

Yup!

[Julia]

Sounds good!

[Kjorban]

Name:Brenerd Grim
Age :16
Gender: Male
Personality: pessimist, cynical, and quite. Brenerd is a little world weary and sometimes feels like he is surrounded by idiots (parachutes anyone?). Master strategist and always has a plan.
Appearance: 6'2"; short, dark brown hair; hazel eyes; skinny; large scar on his left arm; sub-par hearing;
History: I was thinking that he used a parachute and jumped from the plain before it crashed.
Two Survival Skills:
-Scavenger/Hunter: Finds and hunts food
-Searcher: Searches for signs of civilization or help

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Name: Charlotte (Goes by Char)
Age (10-16): 16
Male or Female: Female
Appearance: https://www.goodreads.com/photo/user/...

Personality: Cold and Sarcastic, very Cynical. She’s given up on happy endings and fairy tales. She’s thorough and concise, very to the point. She doesn’t like to fill up her time with anything that isn’t necessary. She doesn’t get close to anyone (hasn’t had anyone to get close to.) Although she wasn’t always like that…

History: Her mother was a biologist and her father an archeologist. They moved to South America for their work. On a family trip deep into the Amazon they disappeared, leaving her to fend for herself. She tried to find a way back to civilization, but she was too deep in the jungle. Anyone she did find wasn’t very friendly to outsiders and she couldn’t understand them anyway. She’s been surviving on her own, till now…

Skills: She’s acquired quite a few skills, mostly with finding food and shelter. She can fight if she needs to, but only because of her determination. She prefers to avoid fights and uses her agility, speed, and wit instead. She knows enough about medicine to survive and luckily has some modern equipment to help her survive. She’s basically given up on finding a way home and now is just trying to learn the language of the Amazons and is hoping to find a tribe friendly enough to let her stay.

[[deleted user]]

Am I good? Can I jump into the roleplay?

[Julia]

Yep! We'll add you in.

@Leonard: could you add a little bit more on his description & personality? Thanks!

[[deleted user]]

Thanks!

[Kjorban]

good enough?

[Julia]

Yeah. :) We actually moved on to an "after the amazon" RP, since we've been rping for several months and they finally got out, but I'm considering making a new topic, for new characters. You can also go to the After the Amazon RP and talk to Kayla & Scott...