Posts by mindlesswanderings

[size=9pt]Should we start on this thread...? Is it advanced or semi-advanced? [/size]

[size=7pt]okay! i'll try my best for the form. [/size]

[size=9pt]Can you? My muse for starting things is low at the moment. Um, Niall for me, please.[/size]

[size=9pt]The girl, perhaps a couple years younger than me, shoved the newborn into my trembling arms. "He's all yours!" she screeched, her pitch piercing and probably doing a great deal of damage to my sensitive ears. She stormed away from me, her footsteps more like stomps. "You can keep that godforsaken baby away from me," she seethed. "I want nothing to do with him. I disown him!" she screamed, attracting attention from the passerby on the streets of London. With that, she turned around the corner to never be seen by my eyes away.

I turned around and ducked my head, my cheeks turning red as all the citizens of London stared at me curiously. At least the paparazzi hadn't captured this especially degrading moment of my life. I clutched the baby close to my chest and picked up a jog, running to Madeline's flat. I knocked on the door rapidly, needing her advice and help in this circumstance. And a safehouse away from all of the publicity I would certainly be getting. "Madeline!" I shouted, desperation clear in my voice. There was a small hint of hysteria as well. I didn't know what to do with a baby. I never wanted this to happen!

Why me? was all I could ask as I raised my eyes to the heavens. [/size]

[size=7pt][color=#000000]NAME ;;
"madison dierdrich."

NICKNAME ;;
"my nickname is madison."

CODENAME ;;
"the whisperer; i have picked up this tendency, more like a tradition, to whisper into my vicitm's ears when binding them to a chair. menace is very important in my occupation, and adding that soft tone edged with that slight bit of hysteria tends to push them over the edge, if the torture doesn't. they call me the whisperer because i never raise my voice above a soft murmur. a voice in the back of your head telling, no. ordering you to release all your secrets. and it works. so, i'm the whisperer."

GENDER ;;
"i'm a female. obvious, much?"

RANK ;;
"singer is very preferrable."

DATE OF BIRTH ;;
"i was born on the twenty-eighth of january."

PLACE OF BIRTH ;;
"i was born in munich, germany."

AGE ;;
"i am twenty three."

ETHNICITY ;;
"i am german, irish, and australian."

ACCENT ;;
"i have a thick german accent."

HEIGHT ;;
"i am five feet and four inches tall."

WEIGHT ;;
"i weight one hundred and three pounds."

SKIN COLOUR ;;
"i am pale."

EYE COLOUR ;;
"i have brown eyes. nondescript."

TATTOOS ;;
"i have several verses from the scripture up and down my torso, a gun on my waist, and a dead cherry blossom vine that stretches from my shoulder to my wrist."

PIERCINGS ;;
"i have no piercings whatsoever."

HAIR COLOUR ;;
"i have brunette hair."

STRUCTURE ;;
"i'm small for my size, but it doesn't stop me from doing what i love most. with my small frame, i pull off the fragile look. it allows me to blend in with a crowd, be inconspicuous, which is a vital necessity when you are out on the field. people don't stop and ask if i'm a part of the vyndicates, because i don't look like i could be one of them. i don't look frightening, except for that look in my eyes that some might describe as insane."

PERSONALITY ;;

STRENGTHS ;;

WEAKNESSES ;;

DISABILITIES ;;

ANYTHING ELSE ;;

HISTORY ;;

FAMILY ;;

FRIENDS ;;

BEST FRIEND ;;

PET ;;

WEAPON OF CHOICE ;;

INFATUATION ;;

RELATIONSHIP STATUS ;;

FACE CLAIM ;;
anne hathaway

ANYTHING ELSE ;;

MAJOR WIP (is it acceptable so far?)

[size=9pt]"All I want," I said, my voice hoarse with stress and exhaustion, "is for this baby to have as good a life as possible without her real mom. I just need your help. I can't raise a baby." I lowered my eyes to the angelic face below me. So young. So innocent. The child gurgled slightly and a small smile slipped onto my face. I couldn't help it. The child was mine. She was my daughter. I held her closer and looked back at Madeline. "Please." [/size]

[size=9pt]Hauntedattraction shook himself of his grumpiness and the flies that had started to gather from the sweat, getting to his paws. He didn't like this, but he did want to have the best chance at survival in this hellish environment. The only way of that happening was to stick with the group. He twitched his ears, irritant at the fact that he had been patronized by a she-cat like he was a young kit that needed chastisement. He blinked. The heat must be getting to him. He waited for the rest of the group to collect and stood a good distance away from the she-cat that had snapped at him. He understood it was for good reason; it just annoyed him.[/size]

[size=9pt]ooc ;; nice! [/size]

[size=9pt]damn. i'm redoing my form. i was doing a form for singer, so i'll do the medic. they were the two positions i wanted. [/size]

[size=9pt]How do you get that CryptClan thingy on top of your profile picture, Ethel? [/size]

[size=9pt]Ghoul watched on, fascinated. She had never seen an actual birthing.[/size]

[size=9pt]{{ooc ;; i was getting a reply all ready and then my mom called saying she is picking me up. i'm really sorry!! }} [/size]

[size=9pt]I faltered for a second. I thought for a while before saying, "Delilah. Delilah Horan." I stared at my daughter, Delilah, again. It was fitting, in my opinion. I sat slowly down on Madeline's couch, not breaking my gaze from the innocent baby. She was beautiful in that way that only a newborn child can be. It was amazing, really. She had my genes in her. I could already see wisps of a light brown hair on the top of her head. [/size]

[size=9pt]Ghoul prowled around the edge, eagerness to watch on prickling at the periphery of her mental state. She blinked, again, to rid herself of the permanent cloudy vision to no avail. It didn't bother her when hunting, but when she was just sitting there, it tended to get on her nerves. [/size]

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[size=9pt]Remembrance continued his casual stroll, realizing his companion had left.

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[size=9pt]Hauntedattraction rested for a second, his chest heaving.

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[size=9pt]Muse is your inspiration to write on average. ;)[/size]

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Remembrance wanted to leave, feelings bored of what was a new interest but stayed anyhow. [/size]