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    He then glanced back at the girl as she began to walk out, and he saw her glance at him. His eyes traced every detail of her face just trying to remember her, but it wasn't hard not to remember such a talented girl. She then walked out, and he sat there for a minute, but then heard the workers at the cafe that they were closing so he decided to go out too.


    He walked out, and then wind blew on him some. He just walked so slowly looking at the sky, and the way the darkness was here, but not fully here. Like it was just an overcasting shadow to what was bound to come. He walked thinking of the cafe girl. He didn't know her name, and he wanted to ask, but for some reason when he saw her he was speechless. He usually wasn't like this around people. He could easily carry on a conversation about anything to anyone, but with her it was different. She was special. Not in a super power kind of way, but a way he couldn't explain.


    He knew he had to see her again, and the next time he did he would probably try to get up the courage to speak to the quiet, but talented girl. He would ask her her name, and he would say his, and maybe he could even ask her to go out with him sometime, but that was another story.


    If he really had to try and play out the conversation in his head, and how to ask her than maybe he shouldn't ask her out, just yet. He thought of a way to ask her. Kind and sweet, or like a cool type of way, but none of this was him. He would try it his way. Just like she could draw her way.

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    [align=center]He walked slowly as the darkness still came. It got darker and darker with soft breezes pulling slightly as his short hair. He then saw her standing there. Now it might seem that he was stalking her or something, but he wasn't. He called it serendipity-fate was another word, but something about serendipity just sent him smiling. He walked slowly across the sidewalk, and finally up to the girl. He walked so close to her it seemed like the breeze was pulling him to her, but he stopped leaving about two arm-lengths away careful not to startle the girl.


    He looked at her with kind eyes, and he opened his mouth to speak, but instead of speaking he coughed clearing his throat. For some reason it seemed clogged up like he wouldn't be able to speak until she looked at him, but somehow he managed. "It's a lovely evening don't you think?" He asked so casually with his British accent coming out a bit.


    He had lived in England until he was about ten, and then they moved to the States after his father got a job here. It was only him and his dad. No one else. His mother died when he was little, but he didn't like to mention her much. He shook his head taking the thought out of his head, and then glanced back at the girl hoping she would respond.

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    He smiled as she spoke back. He looed at her with kind eyes as she spoke again, and he smiled at her name. Cosette.Her name suited her. So elegant and sweet. She seemed sweet to him even though this was the first time they had actually spoken to each other. He shook her hand gently and soft, and then let go looking at her kind eyes. "I'm Gavin." He says with a sweet smile.


    His name was a little different for some, but he liked it. Most people didn't have his name which seemed to him like it was quite unique. Just like Cosette. Her name was different, but it had a special ring to it when he spoke it in his mind. He hadn't heard anyone who had that name. He liked it.


    He then saw her sketch book in her hand, and smiled. He wondered what wonderful pictures that she had inside. He always seen her drawing if he was in the cafe, and she was always in the cafe. It was like they were meant to meet one day, and I guess today was that day.


    "So do you like drawing?" He asked. He then ran his fingers through his hair thinking how stupid that question must sound to her. Of course she liked drawing. He just laughed a little, and then turned back to her with a smile.

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    ]Gavin watched as she held the sketch book tighter to her chest. He understood that she probably didn't want him looking at her drawings, and he didn't plan on it. It was personal. He just nodded as she spoke, but then she took out her phone, and by the look on her face, and the words he spoke he knew something was wrong. He heard her speak that she had to leave. He was fixing to say something, but nothing caem out as she walked away into the descending darkness.


    He just watched as she walked leaving him standing there watching as she walked away. Something about her drew him to her like something was a mystery about her, and it was since he knew nothing about her except her name. He knew something was wrong by the look on her facce when she had read that text.


    "Bye." He whispered under his breath as he saw only blackness now. She had gone, but maybe they could meet up somewhere. Maybe he could find out what was wrong. Maybe he could help. He just stood there for a while letting everything go dark except for the street lights that illuminated everything. Then Gavin just walked away to go home.

  • Punishent In A Painless World (OPEN)

    Name: Cleo Kindle Rivers
    Age: 18 years old
    Gender: Female
    Sexuality: Straight
    Height: 5'7"
    Eye Colour: Bright green
    Hair Colour: Light brown
    General Appearance: Cleo is a very slim girl with long light brown hair. Her hair comes about to her elbows, but not quite. She has sun kissed skin, but not fully tan, but not fully transluscent either.
    Personality: She is a quiet girl who doesn't look like the strong type or nothing, but if you think that you'll be wrong. She's really adventurous and she loves to explore everything. She doesn't like to be around many people, and she doesn't talk much. Once she gets to know you she'll open up some, but for her it's just hard to let anyone in anymore. She doesn't like to be with a big group, and most of the time you will see her just looking around. She isn't paronoid or anything, just curious.
    History: When she was little she lived with her mother and father, but something always seemed off in her family. Her father always looked around everywhere feeling like someone was watching him. Sometimes he came home with things that he gave them, but how could he give them things when they didn't even have much money? He was always looking around everywhere, but then one day he never came home. He disapeared and her mother let him. Her mother let him just fade out of their life. Every picture of him was gone, and every memory she had was forced to give away from him. Cleo still remembers, but she won't let her mother know that. It's her secret, but something about it seems odd. Why did he just disapear like that without a trace?
    Skills: Cleo is really good at getting to one place to another without being heard or seen. It's something she's used to; hiding in the back grounds.
    Relatives: Only her mother, but most of the time Cleo is never home to talk to her.
    Other:     "I feel the pain" and this seems really interesting. Her alias is Rain. :)

  • Punishment In A Painless World (RP Thread, sign-up link inside)

    Rain walked so slowly making sure nothing crunched unser her feet and nothing did. It was just something she did very well. She was so quiet barely making a sound as she stepped over small things in her path. She was so silent on foot, but in her mind nothing was silent. Her mind was racing constantly thinking of how she could find "Air". She looked around, but stopped looking around as she thought she heard something, but maybe it could be her heart beating out of her chest so she continued to walk. Silently, but surely. Maybe she could find her amongst the trees, but knowing of her and everyone pretty much knowing the one simple word, Air, seemed like she would have a hideout. A secret place only she knew about, but of course others probably knew too, but they were too afraid to tell the secret, and she wouldn't blame them. Stepping lightly she made her way through the woods and undergrowth.

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    Arabella§ Faith § Valkarian §



    Basics
    Age: 19
    Gender: Female
    Kingdom: Valkarian
    Role: Princess
    Appearance In Words: Arabella Valkarian is a girl that is clearly beautiful by first glance. Her posture is always perfect, never slouching a single muscle, causing anyone to double take. Her long, light, auburn hair cascades down her back, reaching her thin waist. Her eyes are always calculating, making her grayish-green eyes seem mysterious-hooded. Her stance isn’t tall, ranging as what a normal human female would be. Her weight is average, never changing.
    Her pale skin has the color of paper. Not a single blemish covers her skin, creating a fair complexion. Not even the faintest blush ever crosses her skin. Her lips were pink and full, creating an image that any male would be entranced in. She was a model-like image that was made as an enchantress, her body luring the warm-blooded creatures in. She was a beautiful killer, not wanting to be, but that was all she had known.



    Personal
    Nicknames: She will answer to the names of Ara or Bella, but her most common title is her full name of Arabella.


    Relations: Her relations concern the ones of Kingdom Valkarian and the ones within their walls.


    Crush: She has no crush at the moment, but that might subject to change.


    Personality: She has been proven to be the kind heart of the Valkarians. She does not posses the urge to kill, only when her hunger takes over, making her go to a certain limit to feed. Her quiet nature is common within her species, but she is more reserved. She does not seek the will for war. She desires peace within the four kingdoms, not liking the war and battery between them. Her nature wouldn't be labeled as kind to most creatures, but to them she was. She was the shy, peaceful vampire within their kind- almost as a peace keeper.


    ---Likes: Her likes consists of painting the scenery around her. Her sight is her advantage when she paints, letting her see the detail others may not. She enjoys walking around outside when the sun has set. She loves watching the nocturnal creatures come out and take over the world. She loves natures in any way.


    ---Dislikes: Her dislikes consists of the battle between the kingdoms. She also hates the sunlight. Even though the royals may walk outside in it, does not mean it does not agitate her. She dislikes the way her kind is judged based on what some have done. She hates that they do not interact with the outer kingdoms much.


    ---Strengths: Her strengths would have to be her physical strength that all of the vampires posses. Her speed would have to be a plus also.


    ---Weaknesses: Her weaknesses would have to be the sunlight, along with all the vampires. The holy water would surely be a weakness along with the wooden stakes. She would take her emotional values to be a weakness. Her urge to kill humans isn't there, making her feeding much more difficult.


    History: Arabella grew up in the Kingdom of Valkarian with her parents, the king and queen of the Valkarians. She grew up, learning about their species and the others surrounding them. No part of their history was left out, including the way their kind killed. Her parents had high hopes for her, wanting her to become powerful, a killer, and a murderer. She grew up hating the thought of death, though. Her stomach turned at the thought. She was supposed to be a thoughtless, cruel killer. It was in her nature, but no matter what her parents thought, she would never label herself as a cold-blooded hunter.


    You:
    Username: irishgirl
    Display Name: Musical Serenity
    Nickname: You may call me whatever you like. I do not care in the matter. :)
    Activity: (I just got back on after a while, but I will promise to be more active, and I won't leave this once we start.)
    Muse: 9/10
    Other: Have you ever seen those people who eat popcorn with peanuts and butter? It's gross...


    Roleplay Sample: Everything was dark there. Her eyes were open, but she only saw the darkness. She knew it wasn’t night, she heard the birds outside. She was trapped, she soon realized. Her hands and feet were bound with the roughest rope. Her comfort wasn’t necessary for them, she thought. Wood was digging into her back. All around her was wood, so hard against her bare flesh. She was trapped, but she felt herself moving. It was a slow action, but it jolted her around the box she was in. Her breathing came is rough breaths, struggling to breathe within the wooden box. Her skin was dry and cracking, along with her throat. She was confused, having no recollection of the time before the box. She couldn’t remember the simplest details, as to what her name or birthday was. Why couldn’t she remember?
    Speaking came from outside of her prison. It was soft murmurs, but she couldn’t recognize the language. She had never heard this language they were speaking. She tried moving, only to stop as the pain escalated. It was sharp pain, but it ended as soon as it started. Her body was on fire as the pain stung her. She could feel light tickles over her skin before it was replaced with a burning pain that her hands twitched to itch. She glanced down, not moving her body, only to find small ants crawling along her. They were black, but they covered her frame, eating away at her flesh.
    She heard more murmurs before the rocking of the box ceased and she heard a small thump, possibly them sitting her down. Her hands found their way to the roof of the box, trying to open the container. It was useless, nothing could get her out. Panic settled in as she started thrashing, making loud bangs against the wooden box. Her pleas of escape weren’t answered as the murmurs of the voices continued. It sounded like a small prayer, maybe a mantra. She let out small cries, hoping someone would come, but none did.
    She felt the box she was in shift as she was lifted, making her pleas come louder. She heard wood popping, and heat entered the box. She was near a fire, the smell of smoke entered her range of smell. She let out a small scream, hoping someone would notice, but it went unnoticed as she felt my body being lit. The fire surrounded the wooden box, entering the wood. It ate its way around her, touching and burning her skin with a scorching heat. She let out screams as the fire continued to burn through the box, taking her down in the process as the voices turned to yells and cheers.
    She felt her body being burned alive. The smell of burnt flesh and hair entered the air as the fire burnt away her flesh. She wanted to vomit, but it would only land on her, as it had nowhere else to go. Her pleas fell on silent ears. The fire consumed her cries. Death was near, and she knew it as she became silent. She was too tired to scream, too tired to cry. She gasped for breath, trying to find that small amount of hope, but it vanished as the fire took her lungs..
    And she woke up.

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    (If you want me to go into detail more, I will. Thank you for your consideration... :)

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    [align=center][font=andale mono]{-(Haven Alexandria Roseboro)-}
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    What we call you in OOC: Serenity
    Nickname for your character?: Just Haven, please.
    Age: 17
    Gender: Female
    Personality: Haven is extremely shy. She doesn't talk to anyone unless she feels safe with them. She doesn't like to be in or around crowds. Her demeanor might seem hostile to some, but it's just because they don't know her or about her past. She is a reserved girl, with secrets that no one can break.
    Crush?: None yet. Maybe Charles if Devil wants.
    Other: My character will open up more during the roleplay. And I like blueberry muffins. ONLY blueberry. :)

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    [align=center] VAULT 101 CITIZEN #1505
    Cassidy Elizabeth Blaine
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    .:GENDER:.
    #1505 is a female.


    .:AGE:.
    #1505 is the age of sixteen.


    .:BLOOD TYPE:.
    #1505 has the rare blood type of B negative.


    .:PERSONALITY:.
    Cassidy Baine has a very shy personality. She does not speak much unless she is spoken to. Her personality might put off as being hostile, but once people get to know her, they will realize that the personality she posses is just her being shy. #1505 is a very obedient citizen, always obeying the rules that she is given.


    .:OVERALL APPEARANCE:.
    Citizen #1505 is a small build and slender. Her frame might come off as a small child, but she makes it up with her wisdom.


    .:EYE COLOR:.
    #1505's eyes consist of a light blue-ish gray around the iris, but fades out into a darker blue around the edge.


    .:HAIR COLOR:.
    #1505's hair is a dark black, reaching her waist.


    .:FAVORITE COLOR:.
    #1505 tends to favor the color sapphire, which is the code of #333399.


    .:LIKES:.
    #1505 favors being alone. She finds it tranquil to sit in silence. It is when most of her thoughts come out and she can address them in silence.


    .:DISLIKES:.
    #1505 dislikes consists of being in crowds of people. The feel of bodies touching hers gives her the chills.


    .:STRENGTHS:.
    #1505's strengths include the ability to take silent footsteps, being quit when she has locked a target. She is also very wise when it comes to the environment and finding what is safe around her. Her skills with knives are also equivalent.


    .:WEAKNESSES:.
    #1505 is not able to fight hand on hand combat. Her physical strength isn't any better than the younger citizens.


    .:FAVORITE PASTIME:.
    #1505 enjoys watching everything around her. She is very diligent when it comes to assessing another person by the way of their actions or words.

    .:LOVE INTEREST:.
    #1505 has no love interest at the moment


    .:FAMILY:.
    #1505'a family all appears to be deceased.


    .:HISTORY:.
    #1505 was born in the Vault as an only child. Her mother, after giving birth, was not able to come to and she had passed before they could assist her. Her father soon died after, the cause of death wasn't addressed. She is an orphan, but she is obedient, and a good Vault citizen.


    .:VAULT JOB:.
    #1505 is currently another student in the high school, but her form of job is not addressed yet.


    .:OTHER:.
    Walter put down the teddy bear. Also, I have never played the game, but I'm sure I will be able to catch on to the plot quickly    .
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    [color=teal][font=georgia]VAULT 101 CITIZEN #2515
    Quinton Kai Tate
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    .:GENDER:.
    #2515 is a male.


    .:AGE:.
    #2515 is the age of eighteen.


    .:BLOOD TYPE:.
    #2515 has a common blood type of positive O.


    .:PERSONALITY:.
    #2515 has a strong personality. He is a leader type that could clash with another at any moment. His outside look is always clam, a demeanor he always tries to keep, but inside he can be the complete opposite. He is very good at controlling his anger, even when some people tend to get under his skin. He would be a very good leader is the time calls for it. He is very wise with his resources, keeping his calm in the most drastic times.


    .:OVERALL APPEARANCE:.
    #2515 is a tall young man. He looks his age, but he tends to be much broader than normal. He isn't huge, width ways. He is lean, but also has the muscles to show from his training.


    .:EYE COLOR:.
    #2515's eyes are a bright blue, causing some people to double take at the brightness from them.


    .:HAIR COLOR:.
    #2515's hair is a dark brown, almost black. When is it is wet is gives off the color of black, contrasting with his blue eyes.


    .:FAVORITE COLOR:.
    #2515's favorite color is black. He likes the way the color goes with anything.


    .:LIKES:.
    #2515's likes consists of his combat training, girls who aren't afraid to show their strong side, and he likes to learn to ways to defend himself or his friends.


    .:DISLIKES:.
    #2515 dislikes ego maniac males. He dislikes the way they put themselves in front of everyone else, thinking that they are better just because they can throw a punch. He wouldn't be afraid to show them their place.


    .:STRENGTHS:.
    #2515 has his physical advantages. He can lift weights, but his favorite is one on one combat, but he is very accurate with a gun as well.


    .:WEAKNESSES:.
    #2515 weaknesses happen to be his stealth. He isn't very well at sneaking around, but it evens out with his strengths.


    .:FAVORITE PASTIME:.
    #2515 enjoys hanging out with his friends, maybe practicing in a couple of brawls.


    .:LOVE INTEREST:.
    #2515 seems to be interested in the young Ivona Lee O'Sullivan, also known at Citizen #3123, but he hasn't taken action in his interest. (Is that ok?)


    .:FAMILY:.
    #2515's only living relative is his mother, Lillian Tate.


    .:HISTORY:.
    #2515 has grown up as a good prodigy with his training. He takes it seriously, and he plans to live out his days in the Vault, taking action with his friends and family.


    .:VAULT JOB:.
    #2515 is still on his last year of the Vault's high school, but they have concluded that he would be part of the fighters, or another instructor.


    .:OTHER:.
    You can choose if you think it's ok for our characters to have an interest in each other, I don't mind. C:

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    Alright, and how many will we wait for before we start the roleplay? Will the roleplay be on a different thread? C:

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    Haven didn't let her eyes stray from the floor. It seemed like that's all she did nowadays. Her hair created a curtain around her, making sure no one could see the scar on her neck. She didn't want to come, but of course, her plea had went unnoticed from her mother. Her eyes closed on their own accord, not wanting to see the others. Maybe some were talking, maybe some were smiling, but she didn't care. All she cared about was making it through the camp. She took a deep breath, trying to ease her nerves before she glanced up quickly. Her eyes darted around before they went to the floor around. She wrapped her arms around her chest, easing back into her little corner on the bus. This would be a long trip...