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She has the same power as Xavier. :)
she does???????????? which Xavier? i think i made her beofre Xavier anyway. plus shehas three powers- towhicha re you refering? do i have to change this? cause no offence, but i'm not changing Issun. nuh-uh. i hardly ever roleplay her, but she's one of my favourite charries
She also has a power like Rafael :D
uh.......uh......whaddo i do?????
Well, we can have common powers, but maybe like twist it up, so its the same, but works different....
uh.....uh......uh...i'll sleep on it. thats not an excuse, i actually have to go to bed now- baording school rules
Oh, bye. I really don't mind someone having the same power as my charries. T's all good~
Name: Bruce WayneAge: 25
Gender: Male
Personality: Bruce is a smart man, he works hard and loves what he does. He is passionate and whole hearted, when he does anything he pours himself into it. He is very precious, he likes to know everything about the people he is associated with and hires. He is always moving, it seems like he never slows down.
Appearance: http://cdn03.cdn.socialitelife.com/wp...
He is tall, about 6'1 with a very muscular build; he has wide, broad shoulders and nice muscular arms. His abdomen is tight, and his legs are prepositional to his upper body. He has a square jaw and pink lips, his eyes are a light blue and he has dark brown, short hair. His skin is tan and smooth. He is very business associated, so he is almost always wear a suite, either black or navy blue, but every once in awhile he'll wear dark wash jeans and a pain T-shirt with a jacket or hoodie.
History: He was born in Vinice, Italy on May 23,1985. His dad was a Marine so he and his mother moved around a lot. They lived in Italy, Spain and Germany for a while before they moved to America. He was 16 when he moved to New York and he loved the city ever since.
He was a fantastic student, all A's and he was valedictorian. He went off to college at NYU and got his masters in business; soon he owned his own company and was one of the wealthiest men in Ney York City. He moved his mother and younger sister down to New York after his father past. When his mother died he took up the responsibility of raising Sugar, his younger sister.
Powers:
1. Harness the power of fire
2. Read peoples thoughs but can't control them
3. He's very strong
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Name: AzuraGender: F
Age: 19
Personality: Life is cruel, but its cruel to everyone so its fair. That's how she views life. She stays strong for the people around her, but also for herself. She has been through some traumatic things in her life, and has not let her emotions get in her way. Instead she pushed them down and only allows one thing to keep her mind clear, the drive to survive. She'll never back down until she reaches her goal and will not show compassion unless you mean something to her.
Appearance: [image error]
History:Her family sold her when she was thirteen to a whore house. She spent three years there before she was able to break out. from there she tried to get a job and managed to get one waitressing. She slept in allys and such untill she could afford to enough to rent a place. And then her powers started during one shift and she didn't know how to control it and she was fired. When she finally figured it out she decided to use it.
Powers: Souls of the dead possess her body and they can act through her and show her visions. she also sees a persons date of death when she looks at them. If the spirit has a strong energy she can sometimes have telekenetic abilities but they differ depending on the ghost
Other:
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Waterfall *Daughter of Northridge Earthquake* wrote: "Alicia! You is back. I thought you left here so I tried to use Alexandria again... Didn't really work out."I thought I was back then. Buuut apparently not :(
Maybe now?
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Name: LukeGender:M
Age: 25
Personality: He's very protective of those that are close to him and very sensitive and compassionate towards them. He isn't mean or snubbing of those he doesn't know, he just usually too interested.
Appearance:
Relationships: Really good friends with Kristia. Ali is practically his adopted little sister. Is a member of Sign
Hometown:unknown
Occupation: Works for IST as part of Sign
Powers: unknown
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Name: Attica Wolfbane(wolfy) Manner
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Personality: (Make this good) to strangers, she is a savage women, mean, vicious, uncaring, distant, cruel, tight, closed, sly, and cunning. She is fair though, no doubt. And she cares, she does not show it. To friends, which only her animals are, she is protective, and very nice to them. Nobody messes with her or her friends.
Appearance: (Descriptions are preferred, but pic works) she is 5" 6', long waistlength hair, midnight blue, natural, with a natural streak of gold on right side, gold rimmed green eyes, muscular, long legs, tan, lithe, and wears tanks and athletic shorts, and has gold wings, from a curse, that she can't get rid of, and they are tipped in metal
Relationships: (Family, crushes, marriages, whatev) she is not in anything right now, but would like one
Hometown: the forest
Occupation: she raoms the streets at night, and keeps everything in balance
Powers: (Max is three) She can shapeshift, control elements, and super sonic sneses and abilities, like running and all
Other: the forest animals are her friends, and her own is Flight, a humangous wolf with telekenises, named Flight, and she is cursed to have jagged metal tipped gold wings that she can't make dissapear
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Personality: (Make this good) to strangers, she is a savage women, mean, vicious, uncaring, distant, cruel, tight, closed, sly, and cunning. She is fair though, no doubt. And she cares, she does not show it. To friends, which only her animals are, she is protective, and very nice to them. Nobody messes with her or her friends.
Appearance: (Descriptions are preferred, but pic works) she is 5" 6', long waistlength hair, midnight blue, natural, with a natural streak of gold on right side, gold rimmed green eyes, muscular, long legs, tan, lithe, and wears tanks and athletic shorts, and has gold wings, from a curse, that she can't get rid of, and they are tipped in metal
Relationships: (Family, crushes, marriages, whatev) she is not in anything right now, but would like one
Hometown: the forest
Occupation: she raoms the streets at night, and keeps everything in balance
Powers: (Max is three) She can shapeshift, control elements, and super sonic sneses and abilities, like running and all
Other: the forest animals are her friends, and her own is Flight, a humangous wolf with telekenises, named Flight, and she is cursed to have jagged metal tipped gold wings that she can't make dissapear
too powerful? i am sorry i can chnage it!
nope. i…don't think we HAVE a too powerful category anyways. she's awesome!
thanx! i always make my characters how I would like to be! ya know? its fantasy, but a kind of true type.
Most definitly!But everyone has a weakness, so it is quite impossible for one to be invincible. Attica, among everyone else, has many weaknesses, but many strengths as well. Though, I am a bit envious on the wing bit. ^.^
sorry i can change that if you want also she hates water and can't control that, well she could, but her parents drowned when she was eight, and she tried to save them, so that stuck
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thanx! i take that as a compliment!
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I would tell you what some are, but then you'll be ready for when her time comes. •.•
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ok whew! that is what i usually think on when the phrase when her time comes passes through my normal but good life!
Nooothing! *sing-song voice**backs away whistling*
*narrows eyes and frowns*
your up to something, aren't you? *says in a snarl*
your up to something, aren't you? *says in a snarl*
*holds a fluffy bunny in front of her* Rah! Don't make me use this! *backs away*
*Whistles, and a wolf part shephard steps out and rips the bunny out of hand* *Steps forwards* Now you cant! *grins coldy, then tackles*
O.• my bunny........*narrows eyes ninja style*
*whistles and a malamute comes bounding up*
Die!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *Dawn and malamute run to meet Midnight's tackle*
*midnight laughs, and charges, along with her wolf dog*
i gotta go *tears come, and runs into arms*
i gotta go *tears come, and runs into arms*
*Dawn stops and blinks**malamute rolls eyes*
Um. Okay.......... bye.
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Gender: Female
Age: like......... 22?
Personality: (Make this good) arty, creative. passionate about life, but sometimes her passion can spiral downwards and she spends the whole day contemplating how things can get so unfair. if you can get to know her, she's a great person to be with. she's rpoud, a feirce fighter, will always have your back and will never back down unless she thinks its really necesary
Appearance: (Descriptions are preferred, but pic works) black shoulder length hair she twists up into a spikey do. she has grey eyes but sometimes wears contacts and full pink lips. her skin is rally pale. some would mistake her for a goth if they only saw her face. trust me, she's anything but. she has this black room, or she did at her old house, and when she wanted to stand out, to prove she was different, she would dress up in all.. ORANGE, or summi, and just sit in the room, like she was meditiaing. her being orange amongst all the blackk made her seem to glow. she glows.
Relationships: (Family, crushes, marriages, whatev) none yet
Hometown: Middlesex, but came to america for fresh inspiration, that and the toher reason...
Occupation: gifted resistance
Powers: (Max is three) she can manifest thoughts (i think thats the word) like if she needed a weapon, and someone happened to be rhinking of a aka 40 rifleing, she could take their thought and make it solid so she really had a gun in her hands. she can also cast illusions, and her mind is like a maze (because of her illusion power) so its hard to get her with mind attacks. her final power is the ability to take away pain. she can't heal the wound, just stop you hurting from it. she takes it out of you and holds it like a ball in her hand. she can absorb it into herself, but thats obviously painful, or she can dispose of it in a pot plant or something. if she's really mad, she might deposit it in you, so don't get on her bad side
Other: i dunno. i had one strange thought that she might like Seven, but i'm probably going to dismiss it unless Woolfie stops me now.
he hasn't stopped me- but thats okay, cause sevens dead. rest in peace. i froze time so you wouldn't rot away!
the other reason was that Issun joined the Gifted resistance- they went against the company and tried to do some good in the world. but al lthe members started mysteriously dying, or commiting suicide, and the main boss was suspected, but everyone was just depressed, and the institute was failing, so Issun just packed her bags and left. she just wanted to do some good in the world- and she'd do anything to get that feeling aain.
i'ma post her resistance entries.
Issun closed the door behind her quietly and got back to her sleeping quarters. she had just had some really tough training, and should probably get some sleep, or at least have a shower, but she couldn't, not when something like this was bugging her. it was the senario they applied for the regime, the small child, oblivious to the world around it. it made her remember something, like she'd been in that situation for real, a long time ago, but the details were fuzzy. it was clear, however, that she had failed. Issun slumped into her hammock and took out her sketch pad. she liked hammocks batter than beds, she didn't know why. she knew that her caller would probably buzz up a meeting or something in like two minutes, but she didn't care. drawing took her mind off things. and she wasn't expecting any visitors.
Issun looked up from her drawing, dstincly aware that something wasn't happening. normaly some form of meeting or just a complaint would have been called by now. if something wasn't happening now, then something must have happened before, and that wasn't good... Issun stepped out of her quarters and went searching for Clay. he was usualy somewhere at the middle of things. as she turned a corner too his office, she saw Aiden. looking over him into the room, Issun spotted the gun, and worked out what happened. she pressed her hand to her head and groaned. "Aiden?" she asked, hoping for a hint of an explanation
"Who else is dead? how many, what happened? couldn't it have been me instead" she directed to the world at random. so much hurt. so much passion... lost
Ah, well Issun made a point of knowing most peolpes names, especially the potentialy dangerous ones. "Do i at least get to know who else is dead? or if we're even doing training today? is there even a funeral?" Issun cared about the little details. not that she expected an answer
Oh. why did everyone end up dying? its like a curse- i thought being gifted was meant to help people, but we just get overriden with hatred and greif so and take our lives. whats the point? there must be something who really hates us right now. unsure of wether she had said the words aloud or not, Issun retired to her room
well.... what to do... everyone was dead, or incapable of doing anything about it, her included. Issun knew she couldn't call the police, coming to a place like this? the police probably didn't know it existed. ha! Aiden would probably take over, however suspicious people were of him. she knew it wouldn't be her, anyway. Issun, running HQ? the only thing she was good at was painting. she contemplated using her thought manifestation powers to bring them back, but she knew it wouldn't work. it wouldn't really be them
there. the rp was dying and they're only the posts i myself wrote, so idoesn't really show the full story. basically what happened ongifted resistance was some really tough training, two of the people had sex, one of them died (because the player had other thigns to think about and couldn't rp any more) so the other killed himslef (because he only ever really roleplayed with the player who couldn't be on any more) there ere a couple of posts about aiden and Clay..... people who were suspected of murder.. blahblahblah.. its basically dead now, so i've got Issun to leave in a post i''l write..... NOW
well.. that was it. the hammock was hers, she'd set the bed back from where she'd hidden it, so the sleeping cell was back to normal again. her suitcase was tiny, and mainly empty- she had her solar powared laptop, her graphics tablet, her sketchbook, a couple of clothes and stuff and that was about it. she manifested a tracker- she wanted to keep an eye on the place, and whatever Aiden did to it, who knows? maybe one day she would be stronger, she'd have helped people, helped herself, used her power for GOOD aain, and she could restart the institute as a safer place, one where murder and suicide didn't run amok side by side with happy, blissful sex. at least noone could hurt her. not really. not with mind powers. her illusion powers stop mind gifts working on her. most of the time. she wanted to throw a temper tantrum. something to get her noticed, something to make people realise she was going, something to make peole care, and say "stop, we need you, Issun" but noone ever needed Issun. plugging her ipod into her pocket, her ears, her mind it seemed, and taking one last sorrowful glance at the institute she thougt would have been all she ever needed, she silently opende the door and walked onto the street of america