Posts by LightningStrike4800

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    Im so sorry dream, my muse has been in the dumps for a while, but I promise I will finish this form very soon. Could you reserve the Sheep for me until then, mabey?


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    Eden still had Ezra riding on his shoulder contentedly, his sharp yellow eyes taking in the scenery before him. Eden noticed the group of graduates were talking, but he wasn't close enough to hear the words. Well, until one boy loudly shouted the words "Totally in!." Eden raised an eyebrow. What were they talking about? He sighed, deciding now might have to be the time to introduce himself. He supposed the sooner they learned to ignore him, the better. He walked over, careful to look the part. "Excuse me, I don't believe Ive introduced myself yet. I'm Eden Collins, one of the graduates. I'm guessing you are all graduates as well?," he asked. He enunciated everything perfectly, sounding altogether proper and fancy.

    A group of wizarding friends met when they were all first years, and have been friends since. Now its their 7th year, the last year they spend at Hogwarts. What mischief will they get into, what adventures will they have, and how will their year ensue overall? Lets find out.


    CHARATERS:


    girl 1; Freya Quin Finnigan (played by me, soulful)
    boy 1; William Francis Ivory (played by me, soulful)
    girl 2; open
    boy 2; open
    girl 3; open
    boy 3; open
    girl 4; open
    boy 4; open


    So obviously we have plenty of spots to be filled. And I urge you all to keep the genders at least kinda even. Thanks ;3


    MY CHARATERS

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    Name or Nickname (first and last):
    Hayden William Star *Shooting-Star*


    Gender:
    Male


    Age (12-17 preferred):
    17 years old


    Personality:
    Hayden is bright, cheerful and quirky, always up-beat and never down. He can be a big push-over sometimes because of his nieve and friendly nature, but he is brave and fierce in battle. His soul is beautiful, his intentions pure and his innocence admirable, but what some people don't know about Hayden is he has a dark side, proving once again even the best people have hate in their hearts.


    One of the Way or Defender:
    The Way


    Power:
    Hayden in some ways embodies a shooting star, hence his nickname. He can fly, soar high as he wants, and glow as brightly as any star in the sky, literally.


    History (please include it make your character more interesting):
    Hayden's parents were rich aristocrats, fancy and proper, almost the exact opposite of their only son. The Stars tried desperately to change Hayden, but nothing worked. He hated it all; the rich friends and their bratty children, the constant publicity, having to smile for the cameras, being told over and over that everyone else was below him. He didnt want to be the condescending and snide people his parents were. So when he discoverer his power the day of his 10th birthday, he was thrilled. When the time was right he could run away! His parents had no idea what he could do, thankfully. He finally did run away when the Way was formed, when he was needed to save the world.


    Weakness:
    --messed up air currents. they affect his flying severely
    --storms
    --trusts easily


    Other:

    Kellin had been strolling leisurely around town, his headphones in and blasting music at full volume. His long, slender fingers danced along his legs as they tapped the beat, looking like the graceful legs of ballet dancers. So far nothing in this new town was really catching his eye. His mom and him had just moved here from L.A., forcing him to leave his friends and life there, but somehow the boy still managed to keep his light and fanciful air. Kellin was gazing at a music store he had just seen, pondering whether it looked good enough to go in, when he felt a body slam into his own. He was caught off guard and stumbled back a bit, but soon righted himself. His focus shifted to the person who had bumped into him. "Don't sweat it, I should have been watching where I was going anyway." He smiled widely and his brown eyes twinkled. He swept his black mop-like bangs out of his eyes. She was beautiful, alright. "I'm Kellin, by the way. New too town," he added.



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    Name:
    Kellin
    Nickname:
    The Siren
    Age:
    174 years old, appears 17
    Gender:
    Male
    Crush:
    Could develop
    Dating:
    Nope
    Ability:
    Kellin has a beautiful voice, a voice that can make you do anything and say anything. All he has to do is burst out in song, and your under his spell. He is also very agile and fast, with great fighting skills.
    Other:
    Nope


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    Name;;
    Kellin Ivory


    Age;;
    18 years old


    Gender;;
    Male


    Personality;;
    Kellin is sarcastic, blunt, negative, and has often been described as rude and arrogant. He is a realist, never hoping but instead justifying. He is condesending, often refering to the Careers as "dunder heads", and has a smart mouth that often gets him in trouble. He has a sharp tounge, a head full of colorful insults and antagonizing remarks, and lots of people that he dislikes. A bad combonation. He loves to have a reasonable explanation for everything, and hates living on the spur of the moment. He is organized and likes being productive, and is somewhat of a controller. Kellin knows he is incredibly smart, and will not hesitate to correct you, espically if you yourself know your wrong. Because of his controlling manner however, its a two way street. He absolutely cannot stand being proven wrong, and can turn quite sour if he is, which can bring amusement to the one who did the disproving. He is incredibly stubborn and brave, and will never back down from a fight, unless he knows it is completely stupid and will probably get him killed. He has quite a temper, and is easily angered, but surprisingly good at keeping his cool. Under pressure Kellin is your man. He is confident, self-assured, and always looks ready, even when he's not. He can be very persuasive when he wants to be, and has a way with words. If he set his mind to, Kellin could make you think the world was flat.


    But if you get past Kellin's stony demeanor you see the sensitive, nieve, and very sweet boy inside. He can be super caring and kind, and the best friend and ally ever if you gain his trust. He is extremely loyal and tenacious, and will stay with you tell the end. But it is hard to gain him as an ally friend, or more. It truely takes a patient and bright soul to spark this dark boy, to eradicate the barriers his has put around his beautiful soul.


    Weapon;;
    Blow darts, camoflauge, and anything technical are his main assets in this game


    District Token;;
    He recieved a golden watch from his mother. She said to him "Time is important to keep track of in a game like this. With this, I give you sanity Kellin". But then she was gone, whisked away by the Capitol guards.


    District;;
    District 3


    Crush;;
    Could possibly develop


    Rank (ex. 5th place);;
    7th place. His smarts, knowledge of technology, persuasive speech, and stealth will give him an advantage in this game, but his inexperiance with weapons and nature will very much lessen his chances of survival.


    Other;;
    I'm sorry, but I just wanted to point out one thing, WillowSplash. I'm not telling you to change it or anything, nor am I saying it's wrong, but I mean, really, a girl from District 11 is ranked #2? Sorry, but not all charaters can be Katniss. Though if you did have a backstory for Kyra supporting why she would be ranked #2, then mabey I would get it, but honestly, District 11 is one of the weakest districts. I'm regally jot trying to be rude or anything though! :o just trying to express my opinion.

    "Jeeze, you kids need to livin' up! I feel like i'm in Highschool for the 46th time." Suddenly Kellin was on top of Eclipse's car, a mischevious grin on his face. The demon had a habit for running so fast you couldn't see him, and then popping up in random places. "You known what we should do, don't 'ya? RIOT." He used his Siren voice then just for the fun of it. It worked on most demons, but some were special, Eclipse and Commet included. All they heard was how beautiful and clear his voice was, while everyone else immediately was under his spell.


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    ||Full Name||
    Carson Phillip Miles


    ||Nickname||
    Carly, as he has been deemed by the bullies at Sea View, Speed-Racer as his Grandpa calls him, and just Carson to everyone else.


    ||Age||
    18 years old


    ||Gender||
    Male


    ||Grade||
    Senior


    ||Cliques||
    Nerd, Geek, Band Geek, and Photograhper


    ||Sports||
    Nope. Carson is terribly uncoordinated :3


    ||Crush||
    May devlop


    ||BF\GF||
    None


    ||Personality||
    Carson is akward, pessimistic, and introverted, preferring to keep to himself and not having very many friends. But if you get to know him, you'll discover he is sweet, innocent, caring, and altogether a beautiful soul. He is nerdy, a lover of video games and books, but he is also artistic and fond of beautiful things. He very smart and clever, and has so much locked up inside his brain. If only he had someone to share it with. He is sensitive and vigilant, and because of his quiet nature sees things most would never notice. His is quirky and interesting, and wonderful really.


    ||Friends||
    Open, I suppose. He really needs someone to get him out of his shell!


    ||Enimes||
    Bullies. Open I suppose.


    ||Dorm Looks||
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    ||Person Looks In Words||
    Carson is a handsome boy, with dark brown short-cut hair and, if he takes off his glasses, you would notice his strikeing crystal blue eyes. He is tall and gangley, and slightly muscular, though he is nowhere near football player strength.


    ||Other||
    Nope

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    face claim--
    Kellin Quinn <3


    name:
    Elijah Drake


    alias:
    Avalanche


    age:
    17 years old


    gender:
    Male


    parents:
    Iceman and Laura Green (mutant who could tell the future. Just sorta made her up xD hope that ok!)


    powers:
    Like his father, Elijah can freeze anything he wishes, and has powerful control over ice and water.


    personality:
    Elijah is sarcastic, dark, negative, and condescending. He has a sharp-tounge, quick mouth, head full of colorful insults, and a multitude of smart remarks that will send your patience to the edge. A bad combonation. He tends to be just as cold and hard as the ice he can manipulate and conjure, and most people find him excruciatingly antagonising. He isn't a dreamer, he doesn't hope, he justifies and reasons, and though he may seem like the stupid bad-boy type, only half of that statement is true. Elijah is incredibly smart, clever, and everything that has to do with those words. If you need a problem solved, he is your guy, though you may have to put up with his annoying and often infuriating additude. Elijah is also, though he will deny it every time, a controller. He is organized and likes to know everything at all times, to always be in charge and giving the orders. He also strongly dislikes authority, and doesn't do very well with it, adding to the bad-boy genius reputation he has going. If you try to order him around, to "tame" him, then you'll just make him more defiant, and he'll likely just tell you to "go f*ck yourself". Excuse his profainity, by the way. Oh yes, and that brings up another topic. Elijah's love, no, that's to strong, more like appreciation of cuss words and the such. He won't hesitate to throw the F Bomb around, and he enjoys it even more when the expression on people's faces is one of shock. He very much enjoys shocking people. Probably why he enjoys practical jokes and pulling very mischevious pranks on unsuspecting mortals. Or mabey why he enjoys freezeing people into ice-cubes. Most likely both. See when Elijah isn't annoying the he*l out of people with his words, he uses his actions to make even more a nusiance of himself. Oh isn't he just lovely? Mischevious little twit, sarcastic bad-boy, smart-a** genius, Profanity spewing cynic, unbelievingly dull pessimist, defiant rebel, condescending control freak, negative tyrant. These are all labels Elijah has been given, and if you don't really know Elijah, they may seem pretty accurate. But if you do, you know he is much more.


    Truth be told, Elijah can be all those things. But underneath it all, he is one of the sweetest boys you could ever meet, with a beautiful soul. He wants to hope, to dream, but how can he do that when he has always felt so alone in the world? All he has ever known is darkness. Elijah has always been kept at arms-length by all the things most people hold in a comfortable embrace; love, faith, friendship, hope, and laughter. All he has known is hate, fake smiles, false hope, one-sided freindship, and empty laughter. Hollowness is his history, and thus his being. Really, if just one person could see what he really was, they would be astonished. And that would be the only time Elijah wouldn't laugh.


    history:
    Elijah has always felt like a freak. His mother and father died when he was three because a drunk man ran them over. Yep, no villian, just a stupid regular human with a drinking problem. Kinda ironic, really. The great Iceman, a powerful member of the X-Men, killed by a petty middle-aged stoner? Ironic, very. So Elijah was put up for adoption, and was quickly adopted by a regular human family. A member of the X-Men probably would have adopted Elijah, but Bobby had told no one for some reason. Now looking looking back on it, in the current dark mind-set he is in, he suspects its because Iceman was ashamed of him, but of course that's not the truth. The truth is Laura had a vision before Elijah was born, about what he would be. But of course Elijah had no idea. So the three year old mutant was adopted by a human family, the Blooms. They kept Elijah for a while, until he was 5, and his powers were discovered. Poor Mrs.Bloom was terrified when her hand randomly became frozen solid, stuck on Elijah's arm. The boy just laughed and grinned, even back then a cheeky and mischevious kid. The Blooms didn't find it as amusing. They returned Elijah and wouldn't say why, and the boy learned that day that his powers were bad. That they should never be used. That he was a freak of nature. These were sad thoughts for a small child, and so Elijah became sad. He was discovered finally when he was 13 by the X-Men, and adopted by them. But still, he has a dark nature, and still thinks Iceman was to ashamed to even tell the others for some reason. Professor X never knew why either, but he had plenty of theorys. Now the other X-Men are gone, there children and Elijah left.


    pets:
    EZRA--
    Ezra is Elijah's pet lizard, moss green in color, and small enough to hold. He likes to ride on Elijah's arm and shoulder.


    rp sample:


    other:
    So I kinda have a plot in mind for Elijah, were he finds out Laura, his mother, had a vision of him becoming evil before he was born. Is that ok? And "Mutants Rule!" :3

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    [size=7pt]"With a thousand lies
    And a good disguise
    Hit ‘em right between the eyes
    Hit ‘em right between the eyes
    When you walk away
    Nothing more to say
    See the lightning in your eyes
    See 'em running for their lives."





    "And every whisper, it's the worst
    Emptied out by a single word
    There is a hollow in me now
    So I put my faith in something unknown
    I'm living on such sweet nothing
    But I'm tired of hope with nothing to hope
    I'm living on such sweet nothing
    And it's hard to learn
    And it's hard to love
    When you're giving me such sweet nothing
    Sweet nothing, sweet nothing
    You're giving me such sweet nothing."





    "You got designer shades,
    Just to hide your face and
    You wear them around like,
    You're cooler than me.
    And you never say hey,
    Or remember my name.
    It's probably cause,
    you think you're cooler than me."





    "If God's the game you're playing
    Well we must get more acquainted
    Because it has to be so lonely
    To be the only one who's holy
    It's just my humble opinion
    But it's one that I believe in
    You don't deserve a point of view
    If the only thing you see is you."





    "Cause I knew you were trouble when you walked in
    So shame on me now
    You flew me to places I've never been
    'Til you put me down,
    oh I knew you were trouble when you walked in
    So shame on me now
    Flew me to places I've never been
    Now I'm lying on the cold hard ground."





    "And I don't want the world to see me
    'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
    When everything's meant to be broken
    I just want you to know who I am."





    "So so what I'm still a rock star
    I got my rock moves
    And I don't need you
    And guess what
    I'm havin' more fun
    And now that we're done
    I'm gonna show you
    Tonight I'm alright
    I'm just fine
    And you're a tool, so
    So what I am a rock star
    I got my rock moves
    And I don't want you tonight."





    "They say all teenagers scare
    The living sh*t out of me
    They could care less
    As long as someone'll bleed
    So darken your clothes
    Or strike a violent pose
    Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me."





    "Don't want to be an American idiot.
    One nation controlled by the media.
    Information age of hysteria.
    It's calling out to idiot America.
    Welcome to a new kind of tension.
    All across the alien nation.
    Where everything isn't meant to be okay.
    Television dreams of tomorrow.
    We're not the ones who're meant to follow.
    For that's enough to argue."





    "Give em hell, turn their heads
    Gonna live life 'til we're dead.
    Give me scars, give me pain
    Then they'll say to me, say to me, say to me
    There goes the fighter, there goes the fighter
    Here comes the fighter
    That's what they'll say to me, say to me, say to me,
    This one's a fighter."
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    The unappealing aroma of sewage found Elijah's nostrils, waking him from his slumber. He opened his dark brown eyes, now crusty and blurry, and found nothing but darkness to welcome him back into the present. At first he was alarmed, now fully awake and scrambling up onto his unsteady feet. He felt damp stone under foot, not wet enough to be slippery but not the best for traction, and of course still saw nothing and smelled the same disgusting odor. The only sound was the pounding of his own fast heartbeat and the soft scuffle of his feet against the stone. Where was he? That was the question, and an unanswerable one without light to see his surroundings. "W-who's there?." Elijah almost jumped, startled by the sudden voice that sounded loud only because it had broken the complete silence. In reality it had been a soft and anxious whisper, a bit more feminine sounding as well. "Um...me, Elijah Drake." He was too scared at the moment to be his usual sarcastic self, and under the circumstances it really wouldn't have helped. Elijah couldn't see anything and had no I dea where he was, so it would probably be best to cooperate with others for once. There was a sharp intake of breathe and hysterical muttering until he finally heard another intelligible response. "My boy, Elijah, i-its.....you? Where are you?! I-wait a minute. No, it can't be. You've been too far gone for so long....WHO IS THERE!!!! WHAT DO YOU WANT!!?." One second the voice was shocked, almost happy, the next suspicious, then started full on screaming in rage. Elijah's eyes opened wide and he quickly started backing away from the voice, all the while screaming back that he was who he said he was. "I-i am Elijah, what are you talking about? Im sorry, im sorry!." Then his eyes started to adjust and he could just make out the out-line of a person, slumped over with their knees tucked to their chest and their arms wrapped around them. He started to hear sniffleing, then loud sobbs. He saw the person shake, the sobbs racking their body. "Jacob, shut her up!." Suddenly Elijah heard yet another voice, this one deeper and more resonant, as well as nastier, with spite woven into every syllable. But somehow the voice sounded slightly familiar. He shook his head, tears rolling down his cheeks. This had to be a dream, a horrible, twisted dream. Footsteps sounded from above Elijah, where the nasty voice had came from. He began to hear whistling as well, and then heard the jangling of keys. A screech rang out, sounding like the opening of a rusty gate, and suddenly light was in Elijah's view. It was coming from a door-shaped gap in the wall he had backed up to. So he was in a room! Thank god, at least he could confirm that now. He glanced around and saw the person he had been conversing with. It appeared to be a woman, as he had thought, but her face was hidden behind a mop of greasy black hair. She was still hunched over and wailing. He looked around the room some more and found it was a small, barren space with stone everything. Stone walls, floors, everything. And the only foreseeable exit was the doorway opening he currently stood beside. Elijah looked back at the light. Soon he saw the light came from a lantern, and the man holding that lantern looked scary as he*l. He was extremely buff, with biceps as large as Elijah's head. His face was almost square shaped, his head shaven to a buzz-cut, and his eyes small and brown. He had a scowl on his face and wore a nice, crisp black suit and tie. He was very tall, probably more then six foot, and towered over Elijah and the woman. "Shut up, Laura," the man growled. Elijah assumed his name was probably Jacob, the man the nasty voice had ordered to "shut her up". The woman, apparently Laura, continued to sob. Wait a second.......Laura is my mom's name, Elijah thought, frowning slightly, but he didn't dwell on the thought. He was now standing in front of the doorish hole in the wall, Jacob walking towards him. He wondered why the man hadn't yelled at him yet, or demanded to know why he was here. But he just kept coming, and soon was so close he would bump into Elijah. Elijah frowned deeply, puzzled. Why was he acting as if he couldn't see him? Then it happened. Jacob didn't bump into him, he went through him. Elijah's mouth was open and he felt a tingling sensation, but other then that he was fine, just shocked. He turned around. Jacob was growling at Laura, unaware he had just walked through a teenage boy. An apparently invisible and intangible boy. Elijah really needed to figure out where he was. "I SAID SHUT UP!." Jacob kicked Laura, but that only made her bawl louder. He growled again, and Elijah heard more footsteps from above. He soon heard another screech of protest from most likely a gate, and more footsteps. He peered down the doorway. It was a dark tunnel leading into blackness, but he could hear the footsteps getting louder and louder, closer and closer. Elijah turned his attention back to the giant and the woman when Laura cried out louder then ever. He rushed over to her, crouching down beside her, actual concern etched deep into his handsome features. "Are you okay?, he whispered, tears threatening to gush out. This was to much. He had no idea where he was, who these people were, and how he had even gotten here. No one could see him or even touch him, only hear him, and the situation was just all too scary! But then, he saw her face. Pale skin, rosey cheeks, pink lips, high-cheek bones, sky blue eyes and silky raven black hair. It was....his mother. Yes, he did remember her. He still could somewhat picture her face from when he was 3 years old, and he had seen pictures of her, or at least the pictures Professor X had of her. She was glancing around wildly, searching for the source of the voice. "You, liar, where are you?!!!," she began to scream, getting up and searching all over. She ran around the room, screeching and waving her hands around. Elijah backed up, eyes wide and mouth open. Jacob restrained Laura, grunting as he did, and turned to face the doorway. "Mother?." That was all Elijah could get out, and in a faint whisper. The woman he had longed to know all his life was now before him, beaten and almost insane, by the looks of it. Suddenly though, he saw something even more shocking, even more unbelievable. A tall, dark and handsome man emerged from the darkness of the doorway and into the light of Jacobs lantern, which he still held in one hand, the other restraining an again weeping Laura Drake. The man, it was....him. Elijah couldn't believe it, and honestly his brain didn't want to, but he couldn't possibly deny it either. That was him, mabey an older version, but still him. The older Elijah stood tall and confident, black robes like silk shadows. There was an evil smirk on his face and a dangerous glint in his eye. The younger Elijah just stared, mouth open even wider and eyes as big as saucers. Where the he*l was he???? "So, mother, long time no see, Hmmm? Now whys that I wonder?." The older Elijah spoke, voice deep and resonant. The voice younger Elijah had heard from upstairs. The same malice was there, every word dripping with it. Laura just stared at him, her once radiant and beautiful eyes now dull and lifeless. "Well, how about we just forget about that for a moment. How about we talk about the elephant in the room." Suddenly the older Elijah's eyes were boreing into the younger Elijah, a knowing smirk on the robed ones face. "You know, its not very polite to easedrop. And I also trust, that you know this is your future. Congratulations, your going to be me."








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    Elijah woke up gasping for breath. He bolted out of bed, sweaty and and hot. Thank god, it had been a dream. A really vivid dream, but still a dream. "I really need to stop eating a crap load of f*cking candy before bed," he muttered, resting his head in his hands. He ran a hand through his black hair and then just stood there in the middle of his room, thinking about his dream. He had actually seen himself, himself in the future, and he was evil, no doubt about it. And I trust, that you know this is your future. The words echoed in his head over and over, like a repeating tune. "It was just a dream," he muttered over and over, trying to convince himself. Sighing, he walked over to the closet he had filled with clothes just yesterday. Dressing in a black Nirvana t-shirt and black skinny jeans, he messed up his hair a little and then walked out of his room and down the hall, to the kitchen. He was still thinking about his dream, trying to convince hinself there was no meaning behind it. But......it had just been so vivid. And his mom, Elijah's mom, she had been there. Walking into the kitchen Elijah saw Chloe and Edgar at the table, eating their breakfast. He heard Chloe tell Edgar something and smirked, walking over to a cabinet. "The reason he's so psycho is because your face was the first thing he saw in the morning, im guessing. Or mabey because he's in a house full of mutant crack-heads, with one sane person, me. Or mabey it's simply because he's worried to death about his parent. Honestly, I could care less. But this is a fun guessing game, isn't it?." Elijah turned to glance at Chloe then Edgar, the smirk still on his face. Then he grabbed Frosted Flakes and chocolate from the cabinet and sat down.




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    Q: So, Elijah, what's your favorite color?
    A: *rolls eyes, then raises his eyebrows in a "really? Are you serious?" expression* Wow, ive never been asked that before! Such an original question, 'ya know? *voice is dripping with sarcasm* Anyhow im guessing your is black because....... *goes on to explain his probability method like he is talking to a 3 year old*





    Q: So, Avalanche, do you like your powers?
    A: F*ck yes I do. I can freeze anyone that pisses me off. For example, a nosey interviewer. *smirks*





    Q: So, Mr. Drake, how do you believe the world will end?
    A: Well, obviously, it will end the day someone asks me another stupid question. *yawns and stretches casually*





    Q: So, Iceman's son, do you like any of the other teenage mutants so far?
    A: Well, there really fun to mess with, if that's what you mean. I guess they haven't pissed me off yet, and they haven't tried to kill me, but that will most likely happen soon.





    Q: So, Son of Robert Drake, do you have a love interest at the current moment?
    A: What the f*ck? Dude, seriously, get a real job. No wonder your unemployed. (Code for: No not yet xD)





    Q: So, Elijah-
    A: *freezes person before they can ask the next question* Hmmm, im hungry. I think I'd fancy pizza. *walks away*
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