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Reso sat in the living room, cleaning her fur softly, as she lsitened and chatted with Sora joyfully. Hiding her pain that her loner friend had died two days ago. They had morned him and buried him all that stuff. Reso sang him a song to starclan, and she cried, but now it was time to start deciding on a new deputy.

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{ Catherine||Skye||Douglas}

<|Nice To Meet You|>
"Ugh, my name says it all, Cat, Kitty, Kit Kat..."
Gender "I could kill you."
Age
"I'm only 15"
Bedroom

Talents
"Well, I play guitar, a big talent is my photographic memory."

<|Friend Stage|>
[font=courier][color=black]Personality
"Oh my gosh, i'm like the sweetest person you'll ever meet-No, i'm not, I play nice, I'll be your friend, I'll try and trust you, but if you push me i'm not scared to hurt you. I'm blunt, and harsh, I put pressure on myself when I don't need it. Honestly i'm not safe to be around. I could be your best friend, or your worse nightmare. It's more then likely that i'm plotting your death in the future, so be careful dearies."
History
"Oh this'll be good, so my mother was this, like, model when she had me, she was also what you call, a whore. No I won't deny it, I won't feel bad about it, I mean its what she was. I never knew who my dad was, nor have I ever cared. Growing up wasn't easy, but it wasn't hard either. My mother was out all the time but we always had money since face it, she got paid some serious cash. Oh yeah, we as in, I had two little sisters, a younger brother, and an older brother. My older brother and I grew up raising those two and we all were pretty battle hardened from our mother. When I was 15, mommy died in accident and it wasn't a sad day. Despite our care free seeming life styles, all of us had full marks on any test we took, my siblings studied hard but I had like, a photographic memory. Either way, we raised ourselves so it's not that exciting.
Pets
"You think I had time for a pet? Okay maybe I did, it was this fox I took in after I picked it up off the side of the road."

[color=black][font=courier]Likes
"Music, guitars, family, the cold, winter"
Dislikes
"I hate the heat, seriously, anything hot is dangerous around me."
Fears"Fire."
Quirks
"Er, uhm, err....Ugh."
Crush
"Nope, I don't want to fall in love. Of course this school is weird so I might."
Dating
"Of course not."

[color=blue]<|Knowing You Like The Back Of My Hand|>
[font=courier][color=black]Creature
"Well, I'm a Yuki-Ona, an Ice woman."
Creature looks

[color=black][font=courier]Favorite Color
"I like blue, ice blue."
Favorite Song
[youtube][/youtube]
Precious Items
"My diary, my song book, and a picture of my siblings."
Electronics
"I have my phone, my Ipod, My laptop, as nerdy as it sounds a Nook, and that's it."
OtherSugar, The walls of the school were aqua blue, and Insane.

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Image, it's all about your Image.

That was how he was raised. "Sir, wash your face, Sir you can't wear that, Sir put your contacts back in, Sir put your front up." Those words always echoing through his ears, his hair was naturally a very pale blonde, and his eyes were a soft faded green color and his parents didn't like it. They already had one sweet and insecure son. So they dyed his hair white, every time his roots started to show, harsh violet contacts. Since green was such a kind color. Sent him to take sparring lessons mixed with other things like mixed martial arts, but kept him inside so his skin would remain pale. When he turned twelve, they branded his face right under his eye, and the next year had it tattooed black.
Of course, when he was alone he could be kind, he could be him, he just had to look like the image they want him to be. In fact they hardly payed much attention to him. Even though for a "rebel" he tried his hardest. Amazing grades, lots of friends. The boy was set academically, and socially. He had money and everything so why would he be unhappy? It was probably his lacking of being himself. So when opportunity to make a true friend he took it, when he watched a girl collapse on the side walk in front of him, he rushed over.
"Hey, are you okay?" He questioned, his hand on her should before he lifted her softly, hand on her forehead. He could see how bruised and battered she was and was honestly amazed on how she managed to be alive after all of it. His violet contacts couldn't hide his absolute worry, yet fear kept them at a soft bay. "I'm gonna take you home okay, from the looks of it, you obviously have no where to stay." He told her calmly. No people really paying them mind at all.

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"Well, right now, I'm getting you off the city streets, cause it's not exactly safe here, and in your condition I doubt you can put up much of a fight to protect yourself." Was the simple reply, and he tilted his head. "Oh, I'm Ryder Cressley." Ryder, stood up slowly as not to jostle her. His arms strong, and definitely battle hardened, yet he was pale as if he was a prince forced to watch and wait. His snow white hair was messy and styled, the brand below his eye was like a hole in a porcelain doll, his violet eyes were now showing a tiny soft spot, as he began walking towards the street. "Your very light." Ryder commented, narrowing his eyes. "Your very light, can I guess Jason abused you?" he questioned politely way that said you don't have to answer me if you don't want to.

It was absolutely shocking. Ryder couldn't have been more astounded at the news, his girl was just like him. Although Ryder doubted she was going to be happy to see him. Not that he blamed her at all, after up and leaving her a year ago with no words, an no knowledge of his whereabouts it was high likely that she hated him. Sitting in his training room, it was his job to make a plan now. Somehow he had to get her to join him in DOTU, but of course he couldn't face her alone.
His forehead was beaded with sweat as he practice using his sword. Naturally he could use his powers but he felt it wasn't good to rely on them too much. A soft pant now forming in his throat releasing soft, cold and minty wisps of air. "I can do this." He muttered to himself as a large black wolf dog, nudged his leg signaling it was time to go to revisit his old home.
After packing up, Ryder was in his truck, his huge black wolf like dog sat in the pack calmly. "Okay, are you ready Asbel?" His words were greeted by a soft excited howl like noise and his foot his the gas pedal and off he went.
The ride was quiet as he thought to himself, as a guy younger then him with dark brown hair and green eyes. "Ah, so your my partner for this job, eh Robin hood." Ryder teased and chuckled softly as the boy, Robin glared at him. "Just Robin Ryder. So you know this newbie right? What's she like Ryder?" Ryder just shrugged as he pulled into the driveway. "You'll have to wait and see for yourself." Pulling the car into break he opened the door hopping out. His outfit was pretty simple, a white button up top, long sleeve, with a black jacket, and old blue jeans. He had on a pair of brown boots, and honestly he was gorgeous.
Then fate hit him, as he neared the door with Robin by his side. For the first time in a long time Ryder felt a soft fear rush through him as he started to spin the wheel of fate an his knuckles rapped on the door signaling the point of no return.

Ryder couldn't help but wince, only to be more annoyed as Robin snickered at him. "She really does hate you, so we could like kidnap her if you want. I think that'd be eas-" Robin was saying before Ryder whacked his head to shut him up. "Our job isn't to kidnap, it's to get a favorable answer towards joining us, and if she rejects then yeah kidnap..."
The two men's eyes sparkled with humor as Ryder kept his eyes from Alyx's carefully, yet he faced her perfectly, his gaze just across her cheeks. "I would kindly ask for you not to make random assumptions with me."
Sudden;y the black dog hopped through the open window darting to his masters side. "Asbel, calm yourself." Ryder muttered, looking at his dog, before looking back at Alyx. "I'd like to talk to you in somewhere more public if you don't mind. A coffee shop perhaps?"