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  • 15 years (boy needed)

    OOC: A little early... but thanks.


    Will closed his locker, turning the whatever-its-called a few times to scramble the combination. He began to walk to Philosophy, clutching a textbook to his chest. He passed Wynter.

  • Ƭhe Ƨecret {sign ups}

    [font=times new roman]Done!
    Brent Orion December

    [font=times new roman]Age: 16
    Gender: Male
    Human/Second Sight: Second Sight
    Personality: Not exactly mischievous, but quite the joker. Being super intelligent, he can make you look like a fool. Brent is quite the swagger, always offering a jimswagger smile, yellow eyes blazing with confidence. He is always in a position to tease, but not in a mean way. He could end up being your worst enemy or your best friend, but you seriously don't want him as an enemy. Despite his humor, Brent is a very caring soul, and wouldn't like to leave without saying good-bye. Somewhat reckless, he'll do whatever it takes to fight for what he wants or believes in. He has had no idea his guardian, Sparrow, has been following him for a while...
    History(optional): A very hard past. He had been living with his cousins, for his parents disappeared. They were both Hollywood-caliber actors, and they pretty much dumped him, and then dropping off his younger sister years later, a little girl named Isis Lyra December with dark hair and blue eyes. Isis got to the house at two years old, Brent being twelve. She was quite the serious child, but completely adored Brent, despite the things he said he saw. Isis would nod and say, "I see them too." Their cousins thought they were insane before they helped them buy a house in a small streets in a suburb. They never saw a fairy again after they moved. There, the siblings were living there for a couple years, Brent educating Isis from what he learned from his cousins, and being a super-mind, Brent knew much more than his family. When they moved, Isis was four and Brent was fourteen. They lived there happily, Brent doing some work, and getting money from cousins, who'd occasionally drop by to help, run an errand, provide education, or watch Isis. Until that fateful day. Brent was sixteen, and Isis six, before he came home. The little girl was gone. He called desperately, calling the police. There were no traces of a struggle, except for an odd, shimmery piece of silk. The torn sixteen-year-old began to search, starting about a month ago. Little did he know an epic tale would unfold...
    Sexuality: Straight
    Crush/Boyfriend/Girlfriend: Nope/D:/Not yet!
    {only for people with second sight}
    Guardian's Name: Sparrow
    Looks: His eyes aren't supposed to be that large, not as cute. Still boyish.
    [font=times new roman]Other: Faeries

  • After Wreck~

    Kiku nodded, sightless eyes looking at Ailill's tummy. The quiet man felt somewhat embarrassed, but really wanted to go to the hospital. Maybe they could help his eyes. He exhaled heavily.


    Austria was immediately taken into a separate room, being hooked up to a heart fibrillator, and several other machines. Some were designed to warm him up, set his heart in the right pace. They began to heal his broken rib and kneecap.


    Ludwig was taken to a room and treated for his injuries that I don't remember.


  • After Wreck~

    OOC: I think I'll start typing Austria's voice with an accent.


    Kiku nodded. "Just an arm..." His pitifully, hard-working, but crooked fingers were lightly twitching.


    Ludwig was washed and cleaned, and then given an x-ray, apparently having a broken arm.


    Roderich let out silent screams as oxygen was forced to circulate through his lungs. He felt his heart beat unnaturally fast as his eyes shot open, staring at invisible stars. His purple eyes pleaded to the doctors, who just murmured kindly to him as his head began to spin. He began to convulse, the doctors holding a trash can. Austria not exactly threw-up, but more seemed to regurgitate some clear fluid. He heaved and sucked up air a few times before he sighed, blood slowly returning to his face. The Austrian man's face felt like it was being filled with liquid fire, hurting but at the same time, feeling good. "Bedenke das Ende!" he cried, before breaking into a waking sleep.

  • Pain. Love. Life. (Boy needed PAFP )

    I tensed as she laid her smaller hand on mine. Days at parks and then pictures of a little Japanese boy and a little white girl on his fridge, fading away as time went by. Until he moved, but he recently moved back. And the little Japanese boy never heard from her again. I looked at her hand before I took a breath and said, "Oh..."

  • Pain. Love. Life. (Boy needed PAFP )

    "Sure." I breathed, smiling back wistfully. I closed my Asiatic eyes, and I sweep my black hair out of the way. I simply didn't know what to say. This was too awkward for me. I wriggled my hand out from under hers, placing it in my lap.