Posts by samartin1999

A bright blue gaze flickered, as Christopher began to open her eyes. She licked her lips and tasted blood. She lifted her shaking hand, slightly touching her head. She looked at her hand, and screamed.

"No!NO!NOOO!"

She yelled, kicking her legs.

Chris was thinking a hundred different things. She stopped kicking and screaming.

"What happened?"

She said in a whisper, not really askinv anyone but herself

Krys was a ghost white, a faint blush was playing on her cheeks.

"T-t-thanks."

She said sitting down. She took a long drink of the half full glass. She through her head back, downing the rest of thebitter wine.

The hazel gaze scanned the crowd.

"Well there isn't much to tell."

She stated. She got up, and began to walk off. She turned and motioned him to come with her.

Name:
Sage Ral
Age:
16
Gender:
Female
Strengths:
She is wicked fast, and smart.
Weaknesses:
She has a bad case of OCD.
Personality:
Sage is described to be a "clean-freak" by those who know her on a personal basis, as she tends to keep things spotlessly clean. She is loath to get blood either on her person or her equipment, to the point of wiping her dirty blades while still on the battlefield. However, she will not hesitate to touch filth if she deems it necessary.

Despite this pristine image, Sage actually has a blunt, unapproachable and sometimes abrasive personality. Her manner of speaking is rarely polite, and she is very much capable of making comments that are coarse or inappropriate. Her dark sense of humour, always delivered in deadpan, is rude and sometimes even vulgar. She tends to phrase things in a brash and insulting manner, and she is not above provoking her opponents or belittling anyone who irritates her. This often unsettles people and makes her difficult to be around.

While Sage respects order, structure and discipline, she also seems to hold a disdain for authority and the status quo.

One of Ssge's most defining characteristics is the great value she places on preserving human life. She herself has stated that she despises unnecessary casualties, and advises her subordinates to properly use their judgement to avoid blunders that may cost them their lives.

Though Sage is aware that her battle skill is in a different league from almost any other human soldier alive, she is not particularly arrogant, as she knows through experience that no soldier can be invulnerable. Few will argue with her claims that only she can handle certain difficult tasks, simply because they know her words are far from empty.
Appearance:
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History(Where they got their powers ect.):
find out yourself
Other:
this is her fighting gear. Oh she is always caught wearing a green hooded cloak

Chris got up not saying a word. Her blue gaze scanned the island in front of her.

She started off toward the trees ,that seem to cover the island.

Krys shrugged, sitting her glass on a table. She grabbed for his hand.
"There isn't anything to really tell, that wouldn't put you to sleep."

Krys began biting her lip, turning a deep red. She turned her head, whispering
"I need air."

Sage walked down the halls, no emotions showing. The clack of her knee-high boots echoed the near empty halls. A coffee mug in one hand, and the other was pulling the dark green hood off her red hair. She raised the solid black mug to her thin pale lips. Taking a long sip, the warm liquid burning her that.

She walked into the rather loud class room. She unhooked her gear from her sides, sitting it down beside a empty desk. She muttered words under her breath. She sat her coffee mug down before she sat down herself. Her dark hazel gaze scanned the crowd of teens. She grabbed her mug by the top, lifting it to her lips. She took a small sip, before crossing her long, slim pegs.

Sage watched murder closely. She held the mug to her lips. She pulled the brown strap across her chest up. She sat her coffee mug down.

A hazel gaze stopped at a rather loud talking girl. She narrowed her dark eyes at the loud girl. "Will you shut your mouth. Your being to da*n loud." Sage stated bluntly. The room got quiet, and she turned her gaze back to her mug. Her small hand picked it up, bring it to lips for another long sip.

Sage sat her mug down, looking over at Murder. She raised her eyebrows, crossing her arms over her chest. She turned her head to the girl, and huffed.

Sage eyed Murder, her finger tapping the desk. She then turned her head and watched the guy holding his jaw.

Sage turned her head back, her sharp gaze staring at Murder. "You punched him, why?" She asked, as she moved her strap across her chest up again.

Chris walked to the trees, she reached out touching the hard bark. She was in shock, she started to take slow steps. She wanted to get away. Chris walked in the, what she thought was a forest. She continued to walking looking for somewhere to clam her.

Sage rolled her eyes, turning away. She raised her mug and tilted it. Nothing came to her lips. "Da*m it." She whispered to herself.

Sabe growled, as She uncrossed her legs so She could get up. "Can you make sure no one trys too mesa with my stuff?" She sales, grabbing her mug.

Sage rushed out the door. She rushed down the halls to the teachers break room, got her beloved coffee. Just as She walked back in, holding the mug tightly in her hands, the teacher walked in behind her.

Sage walked to her desk. She felt the hot liquid burning her throat. "Mmm." She whispered to herself. "Ms. Ral you can't have-" her teacher stopped as She heard Sage growl, and glare.

Sage held the cup to her nose, breathing in a wiff. She took another long sip before placing the mug back down. She picked up the paper She just saw. She crumbled it up and got up. She tossed the paper in the trash and said " If you think this room is clean, you are wrong.". She looked at the teacher, "In fact it is very messy, it needs to be clean." Her dark empty eyes just stared at the teacher.