Posts by PhantomGeek

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    No druids? They're my favorite! :(


    Both are WIPs


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    [color=black]I just realized both the girl's nicknames start with M and both the boys nicknames start with B. Whoaaaaa


    Mickey awoke to the soft streaming of sunlight through the window of the bedroom she shared with Maggie. She had had a bad dream about her alarm clock, which ended with her throwing it across the room. She chuckled a little at this, and sat up and stretched. It was brighter than it should be for this early in the morning. Looking at the clock, she panicked. The clock wasn't there. It was across the room in a heap. "Got to stop doing that." She muttered to herself as she quickly fished out her phone and checked the time. Only 20 minutes before the tour bus showed up.
    "WAKE UP!" She yelled, pouncing on Maggie before tearing out of the room to wake up the boys. "WAKE UP!" She ordered them, throwing a pillow at Beast as he mumbled something about five more minutes.
    "Beast, you pack all the guy clothes. Maggie, you pack all the girl clothes. Bo, you're in charge of making sure we have everything. 20 minutes and counting till we have to be on the road!" She informed them before quickly changing out of her pjs, and then heading for the shower. She heard a mad scramble out of bed and would've laughed if she wasn't trying to keep from hyperventilating.
    "Everything will be fine." She assured herself, but it didn't help that much. Finishing her shower, she headed back to her room to help Maggie pack. Luckily enough, Beast had thought ahead and they had packed all their equipment and most of their show clothes the night before. Those waited downstairs by the door.
    She grabbed their bags as Maggie competed with Beast to get to the shower first, and lugged them downstairs, where Bo was waiting.
    "Toiletries?" He asked.
    "Check." She replied.
    "Shirts and Dresses?"
    "Check."
    "Pants, Shorts, and Skirts?"
    "Check."
    "PJs and assorted other clothes?"
    "Check."
    "We're basically ready, then."
    "Ooh, do you think we need food? I'll go get that."
    "Pack some movies, too!"
    "And some booze!" Maggie called as she thundered in, freshly washed.
    "No, Maggie, we need to stay professional." Mickey replied as Bo headed towards the bathroom. "Go pack the movies."
    "Blah blah blah." Maggie complained halfheartedly. Mickey rolled her eyes and threw some food in a cooler.
    "FIVE MINUTES!" Mickey yelled as she checked her phone.
    The boys came up a half a minute later. "Are we all good?" Asked Beast.
    "Call it, Bo." Mickey said, taking a seat on a suitcase.
    "We've got instruments, show clothes, regular clothes, toiletries, food, movies..." Then he cursed.
    "What?" Asked Maggie.
    "Did anyone pack the sheet music?"
    There was a general chorus of 'no's, followed by a mad dash for the garage, which they had transformed into a little recording studio, and where all the sheet music was kept in a file bin.
    A horn honked outside.
    "Just take the whole bin!" Bo ordered, and Beast and Maggie lugged the heavy thing to the front dor, where their lives waited.
    The bus driver opened the door, and his jaw dropped a little at the mass of stuff that towered just inside.
    "Do you think it'll all fit?" Maggie whispered to Mickey.
    "I can make it fit." The bus driver said, face determined, as he picked up a suitcase in each hand.
    The band each lugged their individual instruments, which they decided would ride up top with them (except for the keyboard), along with the movies and food, while the half dozen suitcases and sheet music were stuffed in the lower compartment.
    "You guys all ready?" The bus driver called as he collapsed in his chair, sweating.
    "I hope so." Mumbled Mickey as Beast answered, "Yes."
    The wheels started rolling, and Mickey smiled as she caught Maggie putting a hand to the window as their old house got further away.
    "What do you guys call yourselves?" The bus driver asked, making the turn onto the highway.
    As if on cue, they all answered, "Parting Words."
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    [size=16pt]Saoirse[/size]
    Hanoghan






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    [size=16pt][font=georgia]Elijah

    [font=times new roman][size=14]✖ Beaumont ✖[/size]


    WIP sorry


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    [username] PhantomGeek
    [activity] Pretty good, I like to think.
    [muse] This thread looks pretty interesting, so high currently, but when I get stressed it tends to drop


    [character name]Pandora Mignano
    [age] Twenty-three years old
    [gender] Female
    [rank] Hunter or Guard, whichever you need more
    [weapon of choice] She likes to use a bow and arrow, but is equally adept with short swords or just plain fists
    [theme song] [youtube][/youtube]
    [personality]
    -Obstinate
    -Gullible
    -Obedient
    -Holds a Grudge
    -Warm
    -Comforting
    -Brave
    -Clever
    -Loyal
    [skills and strengths]
    -Excellent shot
    -Skilled fighter
    -Clever
    [history]
    Born on farm, raised by older brother, joined hunters rather early, head huntress like a sister (if thats okay)
    [appearance]
    [other]


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    Saoirse Mignano ![hr][/fancypost]

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; font-size:17pt; opacity:0.9; color:black; font-family:georgia; text-align:center;]There Are Much Worse Things[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; font-size:17pt; opacity:0.7; color:black; font-family:georgia; text-align:center; letter-spacing:-1px; margin-top:-8px;]To Believe In.[/fancypost]



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    » FIRST NAME « Saiorse Sear-sha
    » MIDDLE NAME « Esperanza
    » LAST NAME « Mignano
    » NICKNAMES « Most call her Sears or Mickey


    » AGE « She is eighteen years old
    » GENDER « Female
    » WHY ARE THEY HERE? « Her aunt in Albany kicked her off her couch a couple weeks ago. Also, she wants to become a well-known artist
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    » SKIN « She is pale, though compared to the Irish side of her family, she is quite tan. Compared to the Italian side, she is albino. To the general public, she's somewhere in the middle.
    » EYES « She has dark chocolate brown eyes
    » HAIR « Also a dark brown, but if you look closely enough you can see the streaks of dark red
    » HEIGHT « An even 5' 6"
    » WEIGHT « 130 pounds, not the skinniest, but not obese
    » BODY MODIFICATIONS « None. She's thinking about getting a tattoo, but can't make up her mind of what it should be. So she often draws on herself.
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    » BIRTHDAY « May 2nd
    » LIFESTYLE « She lives simply, not asking for a lot of attention. She loves to cook and have friends over, and it is rare for her little apartment to be silent.
    » HOMETOWN « Boston, Massachussetts
    » JOB « She's a waitress in a popular cafe near Times Square
    » DREAMS « To see her artwork in a famous museum; to travel the world; and if she finds love along the way, for it to be true
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    » PERSONALITY « Some people don't even notice the girl on the first try. She's shy, tends to stick the the walls instead of dancing on tables, and rarely buy a drink. Now the no drinking part isn't because of any medical or religious reason, she just prefers to remain sharp, alert, creative. She's found that when she's drunk she tends to finger paint messy blobs instead of actual art. When she's drunk she also tends to become really sassy, losing the filter that keeps her from being rude. So she remains careful of the poison.
    However, she's not too careful about anything else. She will stand on the edge of the roof of a building if it meant getting a good shot for a photo, or run through a busy street in order to investigate something beautiful. This might be a side effect of her curiosity, or her hidden bravery, or sometimes she might just be a little bit stupid. You won't know until you get to know her.
    And she's a good person to know. Besides being a reliable designated driver, she's a laid-back, funny girl with a loyal heart and creative mind. She has a kind of innocence, and tends to trust anyone she's known for more than three minutes, which often can lead to pain. However, she bears a grudge against those who hurt her, her warm disposition evaporating and replaced with ice when she is around the person.

    » HISTORY « She is the only child born to her parents, and is regarded as a miracle child. Her mother for some reason was unable to bear children, but eventually they saved up enough money for a surrogate. Nine months later, Saoirse was born.
    Despite never having siblings, the extended family that lived next door to their apartment, down the street, and in other various places in Boston made up for it. The girl was rarely lonely, though in her teens years she tried to be moody and lonely because all the great artists had done it, but gave up after a couple days because her grandmother baked cookies.
    Sears was in kindergarden art class when she discovered her love for art. Her cousin once removed was the art teacher, and when Sears was having a hard day in school, which was pretty much all the time, she often got a pass to take a breather in the art room. There her cousin showed her the wonders of art, beyond the finger painting and clay molding, which was all they'd done so far.
    By the time she was in middle school, there was a couple pieces of her art in the home of every relation. There was also a beautiful charcoal drawing of a flower swaying in the breeze in a little local art museum.
    However, when she was 13, her cousin that had taught her so much was hit by a drunk driver on her way home from work. So Sears took it upon herself to get other members of her family interested in art. By the time she was 16, she had a part time job as an art teacher. But her parents still never took it seriously, regarding it as a hobby. They'd always say that she'll eventually realize that art can't pay the bills and snap out of it. That she'd become a doctor or a lawyer or even an accountant. Something 'respectable' to have your only child be.
    Needless to say, the day after graduation, she was on a train for New York. She stayed on her aunt's couch for a couple weeks, but eventually ended up in the Big Apple, where she quickly found a job as a waitress near Times Square, which she considers the most photographical places in the city. Her apartment is a couple blocks away.


    » FEARS « For her artwork to be destroyed, for her parents to forsake her, to be abandoned, to get totally wasted and do something stupid
    » DISORDERS « Mild asthma
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    » PARENTS « Sybil Hanoghan, mother, alive
    Aleksander Mignano, father, alive

    » SIBLINGS « None, but she has several cousins who are as close as siblings


    » SEXUALITY « Pansexual
    » LOVE INTEREST « Open/TBD
    » PARTNER « Open/None
    » PAST RELATIONSHIPS « A couple, who she always cut loose after they got boring or held her back from her dreams. Nothing ever serious.
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    » PLOT IDEAS « They're all riding the same subway car or bus when it breaks down and they're forced to spend a couple hours with each other.
    Also, they could throw a huge party, might get arrested, might get lost, might have to put out a fire, etc etc

    » FACECLAIM « Leighton Meester
    » THEME SONGS // MUSE BOOSTERS «
    Roar by Katy Perry
    Oh What a Life by American Authors

    » OTHER IMAGES «


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    #dustylooky

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    [shadow=white,left]Esperanza Mignano[/shadow]



    NAME ;; Esperanza Mignano
    AGE ;; "I'm... um... I forgot..." She died at 15 years old
    GENDER ;; Female
    POSITION IN FAMILY ;; "Officially? I died of influenza. But influenza, last I checked, doesn't poison you in order to get your inheritance money. But hey, maybe the definition of influenza may have changed since the 1910s."
    PERSONALITY TRAITS ;; Slightly pessimistic, quiet, intelligent, protective, selfless, forgetful, suspicious
    OTHER ;; She has a faint Italian accent when she speaks



    Full Name: Saoirse Patricia Hanoghan
    >> Nickname(s): Most just call her Sears, maybe Mickey


    Gender: Female


    Age: She's twenty years old
    >> Birthdate: May 23rd


    Appearance: She's of average height and weight, with pale skin and hazel eyes, but what really makes her stand out in a crowd is her flaming red hair.
    >> Face Claim: Karen Gillian


    Preferred Weapon(s): She likes either an axe or a gun, whichever is on hand at the moment


    History: Nothing too special, she was born and raised in Ireland with her five siblings, but came to America two years ago to study engineering.


    Other:



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    Full Name: Anthony Cashore
    >> Nickname(s): Ant, Tony, Jerkface... really, he responds to almost anything


    Gender: Male


    Age: 22 years old
    >> Birthdate: January 5th


    Appearance: He's a tall, skinny fellow who' a lot stronger than he looks. He has pale skin, which is contrasted by his dark hair and dark eyes, which always seem alight with mischief.
    >> Face Claim: Tom Hiddleston


    Preferred Weapon(s): He has a couple of guns, but will make do with anything, really.


    History: Born in New York, and raised there by his grandparents, he always had a penchant for getting into trouble. He was being arrested by the cops when he saw his first zombie, which is how he got the guns.


    Other:

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    [hr][sub]Sears or Mickey
    [hr][font=georgia][size=10][color=black][sub]18 years old
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    Sears was a palm tree in a hurricane of noise, pulled this way and that by customer demands. She managed to find a table to lean on and take a breather, but straightened a moment later when she realized that there was a person sitting there.
    "Oh, I am so sorry." She said, a hint of a smile on her face, as they had been instructed to do. "What can I do for ya?"
    Her light Irish/Italian lilt to her words was slowly starting to gain a little New York influence. Her cousins were so going to make fun of her.
    Glancing at her watch, she saw that it was nearly the end of her shift. She perked up at that, and had a real smile as she looked back at the girl.


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    [hr][sub]Sears or Mickey
    [hr][font=georgia][size=10][color=black][sub]18 years old
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    I think that Sears and Rose are still at the cafe, which I'm gonna say is kinda close to the bar.


    "I actually a sucker for the red velvet cupcake, but if you're in the mood for a tart, the lemon is the one to get." She told the girl. "Anything else?"
    Ow, her feet hurt. Almost six hours of nonstop standing up. She blinked, ignoring the annoyance. Only 15 minutes more.
    She took the girl's order, and was back in less than 5 minutes with a pretty plate, which she set in front of her customer. Glancing at her watch again, she groaned, and took a seat opposite. If she wasn't so tired, she never would have done anything so friendly and daring, at least not without asking first.
    "You don't mind, do you?" She asked, raising her head from where it lay on the table. Her eyes scanned the girl's face, and another smile broke across her lips, and the exhaustion was forgotten for a moment.
    "You're really pretty." She informed the customer, which her inner, cautious part of her brain was telling her was probably freaked out by the encounter. "Do you mind if I sketch you?"[align=center][font=georgia][size=24][color=black]| | |