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 Posted: Fri Mar 25, 2011 10:40 pm
This is where the Full Profiles of the roleplay will be. To get back there, click this link.
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Posted: Fri Mar 25, 2011 10:46 pm
 On the clipboard... My name is apparently... Raichel Way I have been around for... 19 years I didn't need to look since I know I'm a... Girl I weigh... one hundred pounds And reach... five foot two Around the lab I was apparently... The Un-Appointed Leader. While I was dreaming... I was... ruling a land where everyone looked up to me. It had a bit of a steam punk look to it, but it was amazing. It was a place that I would have loved to stay in. I was almost like a queen or sheriff there, but I didn't want to be called that. I remember I lived in this small house with a bunch of cogs and gears around, making everything move. It was truly beautiful in my eyes, and therefore I named the town Olathe.
Living in this wonderful town I managed to meet a man who... Made my world blur. He was magnificent, most likely crafted by angels. The moment our eyes met was when I felt my stomach ignite with butterflies. He was absolutely meant for me. He came up to me, holding his hand out as he asked me "Would you like to come with me?"
I had no clue where he was going, but I took his hand. He ended up bringing me to a clifftop, covered with grass, flowers and a beautiful view of the sun. It couldn't have been any more perfect.
And then life became even more lovely. I ended up having a six year old daughter named Jenna, and the most amazing husband in the world. I watched over the town as best I could, always keeping my trusty rifle with me that Hunter (my husband) crafted for me. Then... We heard news about an attack across the mountains. A town was ransacked by a bunch of gargoyles, looking for a new nesting place.
That night we were attacked by these horrible creatures. One took my precious Jenna while another fought with Hunter and I. He fought with his mallet while I took aim with my rifle. As I shot the head off of the one Hunter was skirmishing with, I felt strong, cold claws wrap around my mid section. In an instant, I was lifted up off the ground, soaring into the sky with this god damned creature. Instinct took hold as I aimed my rifle up at the beasts wing, shooting a hole through his left wing. His stony clutch let go of me, causing me to plummet to the ground. I could feel that uneasy gut wrench as my speed quickened, the ground coming in clearer. I remember seeing the towns river before impact. But before I could feel the pain, I woke up...
I could find these all around... People, Gears, Cogs, Machines, Steam, Water, Civilization.
And these never existed... Rebels, Outlaws, Raiders, Cockroaches, Ice.
For some odd reason, I would always hear... The Royal We by Silversun Pickups.
I remember that if things got out of hand, I had... Psyche Abilities to help me.
And... Xx-Nerdgasm-xX was by best friend there...
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2011 12:16 am
 On the clipboard... My name is apparently... Lannair Jay O'Kallin
I have been around for... nineteen years.
I didn't need to look since I know I'm a... Male, can't you tell?
I weigh... Two hundred and twenty pounds.
And reach... Six feet, six inches.
Around the lab I was apparently... The Tall, Dark Follower
While I was dreaming... I was... I guess you could say that my dream was a little more realistic. It was basically a whole new life... One that replaced one I could not remember. Though... It was more like a damn nightmare.
I was born an b*****d child to a pair of druggie teenagers. My mother, who's career was being a certified crackhead, wanted to keep me, thinking that if she was able to stop doing drugs for eight months (I was premature), she could stay clean for the rest of her life and take care of my infant self. It didn't work out that way. She was killed by my father, who was an even bigger druggie than her, and he had it in his head that he would lose all of connections and money with a child. My mother hadn't even planned on going to court with it, nor seek out child support. She was stabbed fourteen times in the chest. Father was arrested and charged with temporary insanity resulting in involuntary manslaughter, leaving me all alone and in the unfamiliar arms of a family services agent.
I wasn't sent to a foster home, but instead to a orphanage inside Rainside County. My infant years were easy, but I think that I was given less attention than the other children. Perhaps it was the fact that the woman of the orphanage were all Jesus Freaks and hated the fact that I was born out of wedlock. There was only one woman that cared for me at that place, and she had told me when I was older that she would have adopted me if she could. Her name was Maryanne O'Kallin and she was the nicest human being I had even known.
Five years after I was placed in her care, the orphanage called it selective rearing as if we children were animals or something. I wasn't taught within the orphanage, though, like all the others. Maryanne made sure that I had better schooling because I was intellectually ahead of my peers. I was sent to Rainside's only school. It wasn't too different from the orphanage. I was teases constantly because I was small and distant. The other kids would call me Ghost or Zombie. The names didn't really fit either.
When I turned ten the names got more creative. I would always wear dark clothing and my dark hair only brought out my bright green eyes. I never liked it, so I distanced myself even more. At the time I was still smaller than even the girls in my class, earning me the nickname Gnome... I later acquired Hobet, Hodge, and Old Man (my slouch got me that one). Always, without fail, I would cry to myself, locking my door so no one got it. Marryanne always picked the lock and got in, no matter how many times I barred her way. She would cry with me and tell me that I should never be alone.
At the age fifteen, things were getting better. No more names. No more jokes. I was free and I had friends, few, but they were friends. That is until that night. I had been at a friend's house until late in the night and I came back to the orphanage around midnight. I had wandered up to my room to see Marryanne drenched in something...and it didn't take me long to guess what it was. The whole reeked like gasoline and lighter fluid. She pulled a match and said a small prayer before she lit herself on fire. There was blood-curdling scream from her when she went up, but the flame didn't stop there. Little did I know that the fumes in the air were about to go off, and I had previously taken my shirt off to place over Maryanne's shoulders. Turning away from the scene, I barely escaped the explosion of the flammable gases. It didn't light my hair on fire, but I had burns all over my back and neck.
I was hospitalized for the longest time. I can't even remember how long, and when I got out I was angry. Angry at everything. I turned violent and my size scared people. No longer was I a little guy. I was huge and I was intimidating. People never called me names, all they did was talk about me while I wasn't there. They all hated me... And I hated them...
I could find these all around... ♥Rock
♥Weapons
♥Switchblade knifes
♥Silence
♥Kohl
♥Kids
And these never existed... Ooh... They existed...
xZombies
xLiars
xFakes
xPeople
xPeople
xAnd, oh yeah, People...
For some odd reason, I would always hear... This Could Be Anywhere In the World by Alexisonfire
I remember that if things got out of hand, I had... Kinesis.
And...Leifka was by best friend there...
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2011 8:52 am
On the clipboard... My name is apparently... Aimee Lezar
I have been around for... 18 years.
I didn't need to look since I know I'm a... female.
I weigh... 115 pounds.
And reach... 5 feet, 10 inches.
Around the lab I was apparently... the risk-taking twin.
While I was dreaming... I was... always surrounded by love, by protection, by my best friend, my other half, my twin.
It was an alright dream, I guess. We grew up in the rough part of a small town that bordered the ocean. He'd always get in trouble, attracting danger where ever he went like a magnet. And I'd always be the one to save him.
Always.
When we were five, he played too close to the water and got swept away. Guess who jumped in to save him?
Yeah, that's right. Me.
Not that I minded. I loved the rush I would get, going into dangerous situations. Plus, he was my twin. I couldn't just stand there and let him die.
When we went to school, he was the one who sometimes got picked on, and I'd be the one to beat up whoever did it. I felt pretty kick-a**, but didn't have a lot of girl friends who weren't afraid of me. Oh well. When we were in ninth grade, some freakish monster thing terrorized the school and tried to kill all of us. Guess who was the first target, who just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time? Yeah, my brother. But of course, I was the one to jump off the building, dagger in hand, trying to protect him and kill the monster. Me, and a few others, succeeded in driving it away. How wonderful. Life continued on normally after that, me, going through boyfriend after boyfriend, never finding the one who really got me, and protecting my twin, and my twin, continuing to get into trouble, but never really getting hurt.
I guess you could say I love my brother more than anything. And that's right, I do. I don't know what I'd do without him.
But I was nearly faced with that problem when, in our second last year of that private school our mother worked so hard to get us into, we were attacked once again, by the same monster. Except, it had grown, and brough friends. Things were falling from the sky, explosions everywhere, and I couldn't find my twin. Heart pounding, I raced through the school grounds, eventually finding him in a pile of rubble. Covered in dirt and grime, we both waited it out there, hoping for safety, until a bomb flew towards us and struck, only a few feet away.
It's a miracle we survived, really.
Both of us were sent to this 'special' hospital in comas, and next thing I know, the world's over and I'm stuck with my brother, and four other teens.
What a dream.
I could find these all around... -singing.
-Flirting.
-Running.
-Using my powers.
-Sleeping.
-Boys.
-Swimming.
-The stars.
-Danger.
-Animals.
And these never existed... -Jerks.
-Beans.
-Perverts.
-Death.
For some odd reason, I would always hear... We Won't Back Down- Escape the Fate.
I remember that if things got out of hand, I had... the Elements.
And... xJuneAngelx was my best friend there...
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 11:22 pm
 On the clipboard... My name is apparently... Daniel Smith
I have been around for... Twenty-Five years
I didn't need to look since I know I'm a... Male
I weigh... 197
And reach... 5'11
Around the lab I was apparently... Protective Puppy
While I was dreaming... I was... living in a large city called New York. I wasn't anyone special, but I was a part of the FBI. I remember I served in some war, as a sniper and was rather good at it. My father taught me to use guns since I was 10 so I could use most without much problems. I was in the military for a while, so I am good at hand-to-hand combat as well as with blades. When I was young, I lived in some backwater town in Minnesota but I always craved adventure. When I was 16, I left and went to the Big Apple. It was there I found out about the FBI and wanted to join. First though, I became a soldier and went to war as a sniper. When I returned, I had no problem getting my dream job. Since then, I met and married a beautiful woman, Reiley. We had a little boy named Tyler but sadly, he passed when he was 4. I continued with my job but after he died, I wasn't the same. I became terrified of losing another loved one and sort of began to take care of everything. Many saw me as the "father" figure because of my personality. I could be a goof ball but I know when it's time to be serious. Anyways, me and Reiley grew distant and eventually divorced. It was difficult to look at one another after Tyler, we both blamed each other. So one night, I got a call that they needed me. I drove over to the scene and moved into a building, getting in position with my gear. I didnt notice that the enemy had already spotted me moving. I crouched and prepared my sniper rifle before aiming the scope. That's when I realized he was already aiming at me. I felt the bullet piece my shoulder and slumped back before another could get me. I drew my pistol and fired at the man but then another bullet hit me square in the chest. I blacked out...I could have sworn I was dying but then my eyes opened, and I was truly awake now I could find these all around... Rainy Days, High-Up Places, Guns, Any weapons And these never existed... Losing loved ones. That's about it. For some odd reason, I would always hear... Kryptonite ~ Three Doors Down I remember that if things got out of hand, I had... Enhancement (Physical & Senses) And... Lycan Guardian Sylar was by best friend there...
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