I yield when i want to yield! (BXB,PAFP,READ THE POST!!)

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    Ooc:
    Before we actually get to the nitty gritty, There are RULES for this post.
    1.ALL WCRPG RULES APPLY.
    2.Do not abandon this thread. Please.
    3.Make it interesting
    4.Try to keep it para-literate. I don't want this to die
    5.Thank you for listening. ^^
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    [spoiler=Plot,Read rules FIRST]
    There's a boy who has uncontrollable magic. Sometimes he's able to hold it back and use it for good but..other times it backfires. He's a quiet,sensitive boy,a smaller boy at 5'12". He's a very kind and cautious but he's wanted because of his dark demon soul. His soul causes his magic to destroy cities and towns as well as other things. There is no way (that's known) to get rid of his powers,but if he tries he can hold it back and use his powers for good.
    You(his future lover),Is the TOTAL opposite. He's very outgoing and uncautious willing to throw himself into terrible situations for fame or other things.[/spoiler]
    Ic:
    αн,Ħσω ι ℓσʌɛ ғαℓℓ.

    OOC:
    Hello!


    FORM~
    Name: Weston
    Looks- hight: 6' 1"
    Weston's hair is a light Hazel color, almost blond and he has one streak of auburn on the right side that's barely noticeable. He styles it up to the left in a quiff. He normally wears a fitting black tee-shirt or pull over sweatshirt and on football game days, he wears his team jacket with a big 22 embroidered on the back. Also, he only wears jeans, only ever where's JEANS. Anyway, his eyes are a light blue with flecks of dark green around the pupil.


    About: Weston is the line backer on the football team. He moved to this school in eight grade from France.

    OOC: You can start also this is the same person just it wouldn't let me get back into my other account and It was very frustrating so sorry about that.

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    kk~
    Ic:
    The boy who was at 5'12 was walking around in an empty city. Nothing but ripped wanted signs and shattered windows were left. He was in his demon form,his eyes were hidden but if you were still alive to see his eyes,they were red with black cat-like pupils. He had 6 black arms coming out of his back just behind his black wings. He was smiling as he was killing the last person in the town with shattered glass. He laughed like a maniac. The town was completely empty and he smirked. "Ohh yes it feels so good to wipe out a whole town so fast..it's a new record." He laughed again and kept walking along the empty streets of newyork. "And a new record." The boy says as he looked down at his stopwatch. His hands were covered in blood and the walls were stained in blood. He walked the empty streets before he suddenly fell and his wings and arms disappeared leaving him with his two human arms and the places with the wings and the 6 arms were torn into his shirt. He looked at his hands then began to cry. "What..have i done?" He whispered before getting up and limped back to his house.

    αн,Ħσω ι ℓσʌɛ ғαℓℓ.

    Weston's vision slowly blurred into focus as an atrocious beeping rung in his ears, causing his head to pound with each annoying beep. He rolled onto his side and reached for the alarm clock, forgetting that he moved it across his room because he kept pressing snooze and becoming late for school. The tall male stood, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He went to the door, pressing the OFF button on the clock as he went. "UGH, Monday," he grumbled sleepily and dragged his feet to the kitchen to carry out his every day routine. Eat breakfast, watch the morning news, get dressed and do his hair. But today was different. He turned on the TV and sat down with a bowl of raisin Bran.


    "Okay, thanks Jerry. Now lets go over to Brian Hammersted of the New York task force for today's top story." The news lady on CNN said. The screen panned to a bald man with a scar on his collar bone. He was dressed in a Kevlar vest and camo.


    "Thank you, Lisa," he started and cleared his throat before going on, "I'm here in New York City... This is a sad day in american history.... New York was attacked last night and I'm sorry.... I'm so sorry to say that th-there were no survivors."


    Weston nearly choked on his breakfast as he took in the news, coughing. "How is that even possible?!" He exclaimed as if the people on the TV could hear him.

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    Ooc:
    love triangle maybe? :3
    Ic:
    The boy was at school,pretending like nothing happened. Nobody knew his human form as he was able to sustain it at school since he was usually alone during lunch time or isolated in the back of the room during class session. His name was kakureni and he never really talked to anyone as a lot of people at his school were already friends anyway. He didn't need anyone to take care of him; he was able to take care of himself. He lived in an abandoned house in the middle of the woods cliche. It was a peaceful and beautiful home for him and he didn't mind the kids playing in the forest or the animals. He was just sitting in first period poking at his lunchbox. He looked up at a person who came over to talk to him. "Hey." The boy said. Kakureni's face flushed red. "A-are you talking to me..?" He asked looking around. The other boy nodded. "Yes of course. My name is zen. Zeni is good too. What's your name again?" I was blushing then whispered "Kakureni.." Zen nodded. "Well OK kakureni. Let's be friends? I just moved here.." He held out his hand and i blushed then shook it slowly.
    αн,Ħσω ι ℓσʌɛ ғαℓℓ.

    OCC: Sure


    Weston sat at a table alone, waiting for several of his friends to show up when he noticed two boys talking to each other all alone in the back of the room. He looked around, not seeing any of his friends. Well whats the harm, he thought and went over to them. "Sup, I'm Weston...You are?" He asked politely, holding his hand out to shake and half smirking.

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    Ic:
    Kakureni's face flushed from the attention and refused to talk. He lays his head on his desk and hid his face with his arms.
    Zen smiled. "My name is zen..and my friend over here..his name is Kakureni. Nice to meet you too,Weston." Zen shook your hand gently and patted kakureni's back. "I guess he's a shy guy huh? Oh well. Before first period we should go for a game of basketball. Come on weston. Kakureni can come when he wants." Zen pulls off his shirt to a tanktop. "We can borrow a gym ball by the way."
    αн,Ħσω ι ℓσʌɛ ғαℓℓ.

    "Well' Basketballs not my game but I cant try." Weston smiled and his eyes shown with a slightly competitive glimmer. He took off his jacket to reveal a black t-shirt then was about to leave with Zen when he stopped, swiveled on his heels and patted Kakureni on the back. "Don't be shy, you should join us, I bet you'll have fun." He stated, giving him a look of reassurance before walking out.

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    PS. We're in highschool~
    Ic:
    Zen walked with you towards the gym. "So,Weston." He starts. "What school did you come from before?" Asked the 9th grader. He was a freshman at his new school. "I started from Risia Middle~"


    Kakureni was following behind you two silently. He was back a few steps in case of his powers. Nobody should know..not yet. He was practically sneaking now,his footsteps light and his breathing very light as well.
    αн,Ħσω ι ℓσʌɛ ғαℓℓ.

    "Oh, I transferred here in eight grade two years ago from France." Weston stated, remove ring his home country and all the different traditions. "The name of my middle school before was called ville à l'ouest collège, which means west town middle school." The blonde explained before asking, "so I take it that you used to play basketball before?" He didn't even realize that Kakureni was following them.