There are people around us with big secrets (Private!!)

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    Name-
    Amelia Nicole James
    Nickname-
    AJ, Amy, Nikki, Little Bit
    Age-
    16
    Gender-
    female
    Angel or Human?
    angel
    If Angel, Wings-

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    Personality-
    "I'm pretty much a rebel with my Caretaker. But beside that, I'm pretty much a sweetheart. That is, until you pinch my last nerver, THEN you'll see the nasty side. I've been told that I'm really shy. But, while that maybe true, I'm only shy at first. But when I get used to you, I. Will. Not. Shut. Up! You'll probably have to duck tape my mouth shut. The only time I'm quiet is when there is nothing to be said, the situation is serious, or I'm not with my friends. I'm also a very good listener. You can talk to me about anything and I'll take it to my grave and I won't judge you. I sometimes get stressed, and when I get stressed, I drink. But I've been told I'm a really fun drunk!"
    History-
    "I'm not allowed to tell."
    Power-
    Weather manipulation. Sometimes, she is unable to really control her powers. That's why if there is a heated argument coming on, she'll usually leave because she doesn't want to hurt anyone.
    Theme Song-
    Behind These Hazel Eyes by Kelly Clarkson
    Impossible by Shontelle
    Tattoos?
    On her back, its a smaller version of her real wings.
    Piercings?
    Belly button piercing.
    Scars?
    on her lower back. She doesn't want to talk about it
    Extra-
    I am an Angel. Plus, is she allowed to show herself in front of other angels? or nada? and can Damien be the one who usually calms her if things get way out of control??





    Name-
    Gavin Andrew Koller
    Nickname-
    Andy, Gav
    Age-
    17
    Gender-
    male
    Angel or Human?
    human
    If Angel, Wings-

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    Personality-
    Gavin is a very laid back guy who is very easy to talk to. He is somewhat quiet. If you get him on a topic that he's very passionate about, then he will not stop talking even if put a muzzle on him. Gavin is a forgive and forget person and has a charming personality. He'll stand up for whats right, even if it means going to jail.
    History-
    He born and raised in Houston, Texas. at age 10, his mother died from cancer. He had no more family to go to so they sent him to an orphanage since he didn't want to go to a foster home.
    Power-
    N/A
    Theme Song-
    Read me My Rights by Brantley Gilbert.
    Tattoos?
    He has a cancer ribbon on his left shoulder blade in memory of his mother.
    Piercings?
    N/N
    Scars?
    N/A
    Extra-
    I am an Angel


    Name-
    Damien Jonsen
    Nickname-
    DJ
    Age-
    Seventeen
    Gender-
    Male
    Angel or Human?
    Angel
    If Angel, Wings-

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    Personality-
    Damien is a sweet, kind boy who loves to make people laugh. He is known to be stubborn and can be protective of his friends, though cannot help it considering it's in his nature to protect.
    History-
    He cannot tell a soul or his wings will be painfully ripped from his back. Same for all Angels.
    Power-
    Emotion Manipulation. He can calm or frustrate almost anyone by focusing on them.
    Theme Song-
    Skillet-Monster
    Tattoos?
    A small, black cross tattoo under his left eye.
    Piercings?
    None.
    Scars?
    None.
    Extra-
    Read the rules chicklins.



    Name-
    Jessica Shard
    Nickname-
    Jessie
    Age-
    16
    Gender-
    Female
    Angel or Human?
    Human
    If Angel, Wings-

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    Personality-
    Jessie is a very stubborn, sarcastic girl who is hard to sway and control.
    History-
    Jessica lived in Council BLuffs, Iowa, in a small duplex with her mother and abusive step father. Each night, her mother would be mentally wounded while Jessie was constantly beat.
    Power-
    Is not an Angel, so Cannot.
    Theme Song-
    Scars- Papa Roach
    Tattoos?
    None.
    Piercings?
    Ears.
    Scars?
    Wrists, stomach, thighs, always hidden and covered.
    Extra-
    Read the rules.

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    IC:[/fancypost]

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    IC:[/fancypost]

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    [Damn woman your good. YES! XD you start.]

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    IC: Amelia looks down at her uniform and she grimaces. She hates these uniforms and she hates the school in general, especially the huge bow under her face. Her long, dirty blond hair was in a side, fishtail braid. She sighs softly as she begins to put on her make-up carefully. Sometimes, she wishes she was a boy because she had to make herself look pretty, but then she would miss all the fun things a girl could be able to do. She smiles at how much her make made her eyes pop out. As an angel, she had a unique blue and purple mixture, and she loved it. Amelia grabs her things and walks out of her room.


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    Gavin puts on the tie and sighs, he looked so dorky... Gavin messes up his hair to the way it normally looks and he grabs his backpack and book, walking out of his room. [/fancypost]

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    Slowly, Jessica messed with her hair, grabbing a silver berrette and ending up just pushing some of her bangs out of her face and clipping them away. "Damned uniform.." She murmured, ripping the bow off from around her neck and throwing it to the ground, like each day. Happy with her make-upless face and decorated hair, the brunette exited the room with absolutely nothing in her arms, her blue eyes bright despite where she was currently living.


    Damien sat in the lunch room, an untouched piece of toast in front of him. For some reason, the hidden angel wasn't hungry, so instead he narrowed his eyes at the nearest caretaker, his blue eyes glowing violet as they squealed out of fright and ran down the hall.

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    IC: Amelia moves out of the way as a caretaker runs past her, screaming. She shrugs it off and walks to the cafeteria. She grabs an apple and she walks over o a table, sittin down.




    Gavin looks around and he plops down into a chair with a bowl of cereal[/fancypost]

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    A chuckle escaped Damien as the caretaker vanished from his sight, and the effect he had on their aurora abrutly stopped. The brunette male looked up as two other people joined him in the room, his eyes normal again, looking from Gavin to Amelia, his eyes remaining on her for a moment before he stood and smoothly slid in the seat in front of her, a smirk on his face. "Hey." Nice one Damien, 'hey'.


    Jessica stepped into the room, messing with the hem of her uniform, holding a bowl of fruit loops, milkless. FOr some reason she didn't like cereal with milk. Slowly, she found herself making her way to Gavin's lone spot, hesitantly sitting in front of him.

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    IC: Amelia looks a him and she smiles a bit. She chews the rest of her apple up and swallows, looking at him," hey... What's up?" She asks, looking over his face quietly.




    Gavin looks up at him and he smiles tiredly at her," hey... I'm Gavin, you?" He asks her.[/fancypost]

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    Damien shrugged, his smirk fading to a small, almost sweet smile. "Nothing much...." His eyes trailed to where the caretaker had darted off in, chuckling to himself.


    "Jessica." She offered a shyish smile at him, neatly munching on her froot loops.


    [Talk about low muse xD]

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    IC: Amelia's eyes followed his and she smiles a bit," did you do that to he caretaker?" SHE asks softly.




    Gavin smiles at her," nice to meet you... So... No milk?" He asks curiously as he munches on his frosted flakes.[/fancypost]

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    Damien smirked again, pride gleaming in his eyes. "Of course. It's fun to mess with them once in a while."


    Jessica raised a brow, smiling still. "I don't like milk with cereal. No idea why."

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    IC: Amelia smiles in amusement," ohhhhh. That's too good... So, did you get the message about tonight?" She asks softly, glancing out the window.




    Gavin smiles a bit at her," that interesting. I've never met someone who didn't like milk in the cereal. This is new."[/fancypost]

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    Damien nodded, his smirk yet again fading into a smile. "Yea. Jacob will probably be late though." He raked a hand through his brunette hair, sighing softly. "Wonder what's it about this time."


    She shrugged. "I think it degrades the flavor. If I pour milk into it it becomes a mushy thing... without much flavor.." She almost snorted at her failed attempt to explain.

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    IC: she shrugs and looks over at him with a little smile," I need more practice with my powers. I almost had a close call in class the other day."




    Gavin laughs softly, smiling at her." You are interesting..." He says in amusement with a smile." But I understand what you mean."[/fancypost]

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    "Your lucky I was there." He smirked. Right before she had lost it he had arrived, late of course, to the class just in time to calm her down.


    "Glad someone gets what I mean." Jessica smirked, her eyes sparkling slightly in her own sort of amusement.

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    IC: she smiles a bit and chuckles softly," I know... Thank you again for that."




    Gavin smiles at her in amusement then tugs at the tie," I hate these uniforms... They're so annoying...."[/fancypost]

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    Within seconds, and without even bothering to ask if she could, she stood walked around the table, removed his tie gently, and threw it out a window before returning to where she had been before. "Don't we all?"


    "No problem." He chuckled yet again, though went silent a moment later, thinking for a moment. "Want to go to the pool?"