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• ʙ ᴀ s ɪ ᴄ s • ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Eden Woods ᴀɢᴇ: eighteen ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Female • ᴘ ᴇ ʀ s ᴏ ɴ ᴀ ʟ ɪ ᴛ ʏ • sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs: Eden is good at getting what she wants. Even if it isn't completely fair how she gets it. She's clever and outgoing. Along with being extremely unpredictable. Manipulation is her...

Apparently we aren't part of society. We're different. Scary. Monsters. We have been given many names, none of them we are too fond of. We all have been placed on our own little island, being watched by the highest powers of the US government, all because we each have some sort of gift, or...

@AngelSariel, please edit this post to include any OOC information

Maximum of two characters .:Character Sheet:. • ʙ ᴀ s ɪ ᴄ s • ɴᴀᴍᴇ: ᴀɢᴇ: ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: • ᴘ ᴇ ʀ s ᴏ ɴ ᴀ ʟ ɪ ᴛ ʏ • sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs: ғʟᴀᴡs: ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ: (This includes power) • ᴀ ᴘ ᴘ ᴇ ᴀ ʀ ᴀ ɴ ᴄ ᴇ • (Just a picture-- realistic please) • ʙ ᴀ ᴄ ᴋ ɢ ʀ ᴏ ᴜ ɴ ᴅ • ᴇᴅᴜᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: ᴋɪɴ: • ʀ ᴇ ʟ...

Apparently we aren't part of society. We're different. Scary. Monsters. We have been given many names, none of them we are too fond of. We all have been placed on our own little island, being watched by the highest powers of the US government, all because we each have some sort of gift, or...

Moriah reached down and pull the note book out of her bag, along with a pale pink pen. She avoid the gaze of those around her, trying to only pay attention to the teacher and her notes. It was easier that way. The sound of a knock made her look up, and she exhaled a relieved sigh. She wasn't the...

Present Day Moriah ran through school grounds, her old tennis shoes drumming on the tiles of the hall way as she ran to her class. I'm always late. She groaned inwardly, slowing her pace just before the door of her classroom. Running a delicate hand through her hair she made sure nothing was...

Moriah blinked her honey golden eyes from behind her big, half cracked glasses. She didn't want to leave him, but this was her one and only chance to get out of this place... She parted her lips to speak, trying to find the words to say. To tell him he'd be all right... but would he? "I'm...

Name: Moriah (More-rye) Gender: Female Age: 16 Appearance: Moriah is absolutely the definition of a"dork"able. She is awkwardly cute. She's a real shorty only reaching 5'1" and so a lot of her clothes don't fit her right. Most of her sleeves are too long for her and so she ends up...

♡Hey You! Yes, you! Heh heh. You're cute.♡

♡You're sucha cutie♡

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Anise gazed over at Amare's mother as she began speaking, each word caught her by surprise, apparently she wasn't upset at all that she had practically taken her son away from her for a month. She opened her mouth to speak, trying to find the right words to say, but of course, Anise just sounded...

Anise blinked her eyes in surprise, oh goodness, that was his mother. She probably thinks badly of me now, after what I put her son through. Anise slowed her pace feeling guilty for putting Amare in danger and taking him from the world for how ever many months he was trying to save her. His...

Anise recognized the woman, but couldn't put a finger on her name. She highly doubted any of them would look good on her, but she smiled gratefully at the complement and went on to picking a shorter, more casual dress of the bunch. It was a creamy, dress decorated with tiny red polka dots. It...

Anise peered at the lady before looking at all the dresses, it wasn't really her thing, they were so fancy, elegant, nothing she could ever afford. She had never worn anything like this. "Er- What would you recommend?" She asked feeling a bit lost in all the of the selections.

Anise pouted slightly, peering up at him with her innocent eyes before she nodded slowly, "Okay." She mumbled and reluctantly let go of him, taking a step away to stand at his side. She fumbled with the bottom of the large shirt she was wearing, pulling it down farther so nothing would be seen...

Anise stood behind Amare like a shy little kid, her hand gripping the back of her shirt. She didn't want anyone to see her, she practically looked like she just got out of bed, which she did, and somehow Amare never ceased to look flawless. "It's not fair, why do you always have to look better...