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[sup]YES, I AM PLANNING ON HAVING EACH POKEMON. c: Do not post.

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ivy vixenton, nine years old, female, prideful, bulbasaur.

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uzra adair, fifteen, female, badass, ivysaur.

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tilde ward, twenty two, female, motherly, venusaur.

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amy lee, eleveen, female, charmander, shy.

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evan lester, ten, male, charmeleon, spiteful.

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jinxx calvaster, nineteen, male, charizard, devious.

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Name: "I am Drake Divinus."
Age: "Sixteen."
Gender: "Male."
Grade: "Eleventh."
Personality: "Heh, I guess you could say I'm kind of a player. Of course, I still know how to treat a woman, or man for that matter. I'm a bit of a flirt, but don't judge me by that. Judge me by my parkour and the little rebel inside of me."
History: "My family is huge. Don't even get me started. I was raised with a bunch of siblings, in a poor town with a lot of bad people. I know one of my brother's went insane and murdered our brother, before running away. Dreavyn. The Divinus family gets around."
Crush: "Every beautiful person out there is my crush."
Other: "Nothing."

[sup]Name: Dreavyn Everett Divinus
Age: Sixteen
Gender: Male
Height: 5'6
Weight: 123 lbs.
Orientation: Pansexual.
Personality: Dreavyn is rather timid and quiet, enjoying the pleasure of being by himself in a dark room. Most of the time, he uses actions to explain himself or speak. When he speaks, he is rather hoarse. Dreav is rather antisocial and doesn't enjoy being in large crowds. He is also claustrophobic.
Species: Vampire.
Any abilities?: He is able to see the true emotions of a person, past what they may appear on the outside. His strength and speed are enhanced due to vampirism.
Crush: None.
Relationships: None.

Anna Sol Divinus [ anna k project]
Drake Divinus

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Name: Sani Carolina
Gender: Female
Age: Sixteen
What pokemon are you?: Sylveon
Classes: Fairy classes?
Looks: Pink hair, skinny, short, blue eyes.
Personality: Cute, kind, shy, loving.
Crush?: None
Other: None

[sup] oops, late.

Daemon was being rather silent at the moment. For such an insane young man, it was different that he was being so quiet. His locks of golden blonde hair covered most of his face, shadowing his pristine eyes. With a tug, he'd pull up the hood from his red jacket over his head. Even though he could barely see from his hair blocking his eyesight, Daemon seemed to be watching and listening to everyone. His fingertips stroked the head of his husky that was quietly standing beside his leg, putting his own weight against it.

[sup]Drake emerged from his dorm, a grin cracking along his lips faintly. His blonde hair was messy and tangled, and today, he seemed to be wearing his orange colored contact. His white tee was baggily hanging down, his black skinny jeans clinging tight to his body. A bundle of books was held in one hand. Noticing all the women, Drake seemed to chuckle. "My, my. So many beautiful young ladies, so little time." He'd chuckle to himself.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 360px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px;][justify][color=white]x Name Jace Everett Wayland
x Gender Male
x Age 19
x Personality
x History
x Looks in Words
x Romantic Interest
x Likes
x Dislikes
x Strengths
x Weaknesses
x Token
x District 10
x Theme Song
x Other[/fancypost]

[sup]Name: Jaxon Everett Cerulli
Age: 18
Faction you were born into: Dauntless
Aptitude test results: Dauntless
Faction you choose at the ceremony: Dauntless
Looks (face, body structure, hair, etc … tattoos/piercings if Dauntless): Jaxon is nothing more than ordinary. He has a pale skin tone, almost as white as snow, though his face is rather sharp along his chin and jaw. He has much of an elfish appearance. Along with that, he has a very nimble body structure and is quite tall, not as muscled as other Dauntless members. His hair is rather a dark black color, though naturally it is blonde. He has snake bites, tapers in his ears, and many tattoos on his body.
x tapers
x Snakebites
x Upper arm tattoo
x Back tattoo
x Rib tattoo
Personality: Jaxon is a quiet person with a mind of his own. He is stubborn and often doesn't take anyone else's problems. It is rare for him to make friends. He enjoys being alone, though he has a short-temper and can become extremely aggressive.
Other (optional): None. May add more tattoos later.

[sup]Jaxon walked into the cafeteria, his black hair unnaturally tossed around as if he'd just woken up. With a yawn, his hand fanning his mouth, the boy sat down at a table. He glanced at those eating food and grunted. Eating wasn't something he liked to do, and he didn't particularly like the taste of meat. He was a vegetarian.

[sup]Ayee, I usually roleplay around you know, the main boards but I'm getting back into this stuff. If any of you roleplay on the main boards I'm known for Jace Ecuador in BloodClan. c;

Em, okay. So I do anything from semi-advanced to advanced. No one liners, please. I prefer two paragraphs to like a freaking book, there isn't a limit to how much you can write, just a minimum of two is what I request. And I mean, good paragraphs like five to eight sentences each.

What I'll do:
- gxg
- bxb
- gxb
- divergent
- college/highschool
- apocalyptic
- supernatural [ werewolves, vampires ]
- asylum/mental conditions
- suicidal/rehab things
- pokemon
- ASK FOR ANYTHING ELSE. c:

What I won't do:
- incest
- teacher x student
- rape
- one direction
- justin bieber
- hunger games
- illiterate roleplays

note: i do have eight main characters including an assistant deputy, so please if you are strictly advanced to book measure, don't bother. i have my muse deaths where i don't write as much. also, i may not reply for a few days because i get quite inactive sometimes. but i'm trying to stay on top around now. <3

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My name was once something that I loved. Now, it was something I hated dearly, though in my mind, the name was burned through flesh to bone. But today, in more modern times, my name was Dreavyn, a name that pleased me more to my tastes. Though, my birth name was given by Queen Anne. One of the most graceful woman I'd known in my lifetime, considering the Queen had adopted me as her son when I had been less than a year old, and she not more than thirty, before she had become Queen. Of course, I was hidden from the world. Anne had seventeen pregnancies, though not one child survived.

For the most part, I survived - All until I hit nineteen. At the age of nineteen, I was murdered by Edward - A rebel of the town I had resided in when I moved away from my adoptive mother. No one ever found out who the murderer was, though that memory would have stuck to me as my soul passed on to the gates of Heaven.

After years of being in Heaven, I felt my greed grow. The desire to live once again, to taste the wine and feel the joy, it was overwhelming me with sorrow. Greed was seen as a sin, and without any questions, I was thrown from the heavenly sky. The Arch Angels took me down themselves, their faces spread wide with glee. They'd never been happier to get rid of someone. The most pain I had ever felt in my life was having my wings torn off my back, and then burned to black. I could no longer fly, and here I was, my nineteen year old body being thrown back to the Earth, the flutter of my feathers falling with me. To live forever sounded fantastic, but to my realization after a few years, it was a living hell that you could never die from. I would rather be dead then be on Earth.

Smoking a cigarette, my lanky body leaned against the wall of an alley way. In this town, I was possibly the most secretive guy there was. No one knew anything about me besides my name. Gently, I picked at the hole that was growing in my sweater, and frowned. I certainly needed a new one. Dropping the cigarette to the ground, I stomped on it with the heel of my shoes, digging it into the ground till it was nothing but a dirtied white piece of trash. Shoving my hands into the pockets of my ebony sweater, my grey eyes turned from side to side as I walked out onto the clear sidewalk, no humans in my sight yet. Then again, what human would be out in the dead of night?

> i made this on my main account a while ago. it was originally private, but the other person never replied. so i'm bringing it back. basically, dreavyn is a fallen angel. there isn't a true plot around here, but your character can be male or female of any age, it doesn't really matter. c: it's kind of jump in, but still pafp.

[sup]hm, well i had this roleplay a while ago, and it was based around supernatural theme if you're into that stuff. it was kind of like the two were dating and one character was a wolf/animal shifter and the other person didn't know. then something tragic happens, like an attack, and the shifter risks their life, etc.

if you're into that kind of stuff, we could work with that? xD

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This was Elegance, but to be more specific, her name was Elegance Kalliope Devon. She was the daughter of Leda Kaya Devon, and Logan Devon. She was named Elegance in honor of her beauty that stunned most people. Elegance now went by Devon, as it was much more pleasing to her. Some people can just find Elegance's beauty unbelievable, yet she was only nine years old to this day, yet five at her disappearance.

Elegance was born with blonde curls that gracefully whisked down to her shoulder-blades, yet the strange thing about them was their natural tan highlights. Her eyes, as well as her hair, was also strange. Elegance was born with two different colored eyes, what the doctors had said was heterochromia. Her right eye was as green as the lush grass in Iceland, yet her other eye was as blue as the morning sky. If that wasn't enough, she could be distinguished from her small petite figure. Elegance was very slender, and seemed to almost never gain weight. Her height was also diminished, due to her mother's short gene being the dominant of her father's tall gene.

Elegance was always such a perfect child, yet she was never treated right in school. One day she had enough, and disappeared into the forest. During the time, her parents had contributed to drugs and alcohol, so she would have gotten taken away anyways. That wasn't the only reason she left though, there were more.

A woman lived in her town, a very frail old woman by the name of Maya. She was a native American lady, and she spoke the words in native. Anytime Elegance would walk over to say good evening, Maya would scowl and mutter words that she couldn't understand. The word Maya screeched over and over again was witch. A witch Maya had called Elegance, but she never understood why. Elegance was always different, but could she really be a witch? No one had ever known what happened to Elegance after that day. That day, Elegance had disappeared into the forest and never came back out. Maya says that Elegance finally realized the truth, that she realized what a curse the had put on the little
town.

All anyone knew that Elegance was gone. She had been for four years now, yet no one had seemed to notice.
* * * * *
Elegance hummed softly as the orange sun peeked over the horizon. She hummed her favorite song, My Immortal. Birds chirped along, and sweet colors of pink and orange broke over the sky slowly. Birds ruffled from their nests that were in the trees, and they began to fly down to the ground to peck for worms.

Elegance watched these little creatures, with two eyes of a different shade. No one had ever come looking for her, come looking for the witch. Over the years, she had found out all of her unbelieveable powers, and she just felt like a superhero.

Giggling softly, she picked up a leaf that had fallen even in the heat of Summer, and carefully concentrated. She watched, and the green leave began to turn to a rusty-brown. Just had her fingertips at first, but soon enough the whole leaf was dead and brown. By itself, it crumbled into tiny pieces and was blown out of Elegance's fingers by the slight breeze.

Sighing, she tugged her hoodie over her head, that was stained with dirt in multiple spots on its gray fabric. She was all alone, and she had been for years. This was how she grew up, and this was how she would live.

Plots**

Plot One; You're character will be a little boy, around the age of Elegance. He just recently moved to the town, and went out in the Summers heat to the forest. He finds Elegance, and is suddenly attracted to her. He can be any age, yet no younger than 8 or older than 15. He may have friends that find her with him.

Plot Two; You're character is a hunter, between the age of 17 - 25. He is an adult, and currently has his own house in the town. While he is hunting an animal, he stumbles to see a little girl ( Elegance ) in the forest. Unsure of what to do, he begins to bond with Elegance and she becomes attached to him. They act like a daughter and father, and he prepares her to re-meet the world outside of the forest. He may have friends hunting with him, and/or have a girlfriend/wife.

Plot Three; Make your own! (: If you're feeling creative, go ahead and come up with an idea. Just be sure to discuss the plot with me first, please! I want to get a full understanding of your plot idea. c:

[sup] sure dear!

changing title to private. take your time~

[sup]My day was always ordinary, and for the hundreds of years I'd been living, it was rare to see something so strange. Something that might make you go rigid, or push your buttons. But today, it was that kind of rare day. There comes a time in every few years where I step out, but unless I want to get noticed, I flee quickly. Though today, that case wouldn't be sworn to me. Today was something different.

Walking my lone way, avoiding the street lights and sticking to the wall, I listened to my own footsteps. My own leather boots that were a bit muck covered, and I did nothing but stare at them. For a long time, all I could really hear was silence, and the silence to me was so loving. It was the only thing that did love me. Silence always wrapped its arms around me and enveloped me into its darkness for years. I much appreciated it until I could hear the insanity driving in my mind once I was in silence too long. Maybe that's why I reacted so strangely to this.

As time went by, I heard these faint voices. It took me a few moments passing by to realize that these weren't the voices inside my head, but rather male voices. A couple of them, and the word choice brought the hairs on my neck stiff. I would love to tap that. He wondered who they were talking to before he wanted to slap himself. It was obviously some kind of gangbang about to go on, because no one would be out here without a reason. It was way to dark, and yet it was the perfect hours for the rapists, drunkies, and myself. Why don't you guys go * off? Yeah, female voice, defiantely not in his mind. Sticking close to the walls, he listened in on the conversation.

What you say? You wanna repeat? After years of being alive, I knew this was that time. The time where the group pulled out some kind of weapon, whether it be a shard of glass, a knife, or a gun. I could hear footsteps getting faster and faster, though they were light. Most likely the woman was running away, or so I assumed. Though her light footsteps were only disrupted by a chorus of heavy, male footsteps. A chase.

And I did nothing.

Instead of helping her, I followed after the sound of their footsteps to see how it would play out. Picking up my own pace, I stuck to the shadows and used them as a shield, becoming almost invisible against them. As she passed another alley, I heard something. Peeking my head out, I noticed her body against the ground. In my mind, I wondered if she had died, though I could hear the men's footsteps following. I fled my hiding spot, coming over to her aid. This, this was what angels did, so what the * was I doing? I wasn't an angel anymore, what did I need to help her for? Though as I gazed across her unconcious body, noticing the slight rise and fall of her chest to show breathing, I noticed something strange. These scars on her skin, they were self-inflicted. With the gentlest touch, I ran my finger over these scars, those that seemed fresh and those that seemed old. No, this was my job for this moment.

Standing to the side of her body, I grimaced, my dark eyes glancing down the street. I waited for those thugs to come out any second, though I was prepared. My fingertips glided to my pants, and wrapping my hand around my own weapon, I drew out a gun. An SIG Pro semi-automatic pistol to be exact. And even though they hadn't come yet, I pointed the gun straight out, the gun pointed at the next person to even catch a glimpse of him. Yet, my lips were sealed, and I said nothing to warn the men.

[sup]holy yes i love supernatural too
i like that plot. yes yes, very much. c: we can certainly do that. would you like to be the werewolf, or my charrie?

[sup]The slightest of a smirk touched my lips, curving them in a strange way. I rarely smirked or smiled, but sometimes mortals were the stupidest creatures. And sadly enough, at one point, I was one of them. Though over the years, I had grown wise and my potential had reached it's fullest with all the extra time I had. These men didn't seemed to be behind in their potential development.

As he neared closer, I waved the gun in a swaying motion, tilting my head slightly to get a better look at him - Though it was still dark and I couldn't see him clearly. Before responding, I cleared my throat a bit to make my voice sound a bit better. Though as soon as I spoke, my voice came out just as harsh and damaged. A good reason why I preffered to talk with actions, and not words. "Bull*." Pointing the gun into the sky, I pulled the trigger, sending an echo that rattled through every alley that was nearby. "Leave or die." I finished off. I was a man of few words, you could say.

I shrugged my shoulders as if to say it was their choice. As far as I could see, there were only three. That wouldn't be so hard to take out, I could go with three bullets, two bullets and a headsmash into the wall, or one bullet and figure out what to do with the other two. I kneeled down, propping my elbows on top of my knees and squinting as I pointed the pistol at the man who approached closer. "Five seconds." In my own mind, I already started the countdown. It wouldn't be long now before I pulled the trigger. I wondered if the other two would flee or fight once this first man went down with a bullet straight through his heart.

To me there was nothing worse than rapists.

/rushed - going to school.