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Age: Appearance: Bio: Power: Etc: Ooc: Never forget the bio! Name: Niltiac Tsegrah Age: 15-18 Appearance: *is working on doll* Bio: At the age of 5, her parents were killed, and ever since, she was dubbed an outcast. Her parents had been outcasts as well, but she never told anyone about her own powers, which she didn't know what they were yet. They had just never surfaced. Power: unknown except for the ability to speak to animals and hear and speak to ghosts. Etc: is looking for her parents' murderers. ![]() (Sig base by Bunnystick.) Here's a tip: DON'T TRY TO FRIEND ME. I hate it when people try to friend me, especially if they just broke board rules. Friending moderators or friends of moderators will NOT exempt you from trouble. END STORY. |
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Name: Katrine Lefaery
Age: 15 Appearance: ![]() Bio:Abandoned as a child by her mother,Has spent her whole life on the streets of Raven City,Has not been cast out as does not display powers and can just fly away. Power:Can see ghosts and talk to them,Can give them a solid shape.Also can control the growth of all living things. Etc:Wanted by several federal agencys. RTFM: Read The Freaking Manual. Or stickies, in this case. Pot, Kettle is your sister, and you're from the Noble House of Black. - Quartz Falcon, VGR Mailbag You are not a special little snowflake, you are a pain in my ass. |
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Nilly walked down a street, her dark brown hair pulled up into a low ponytail. Some wisps of hair fell in her face. I swear on my parents' graves I will find their murderers before I die myself! she thought, dark gray-gold eyes sharp.
![]() (Sig base by Bunnystick.) Here's a tip: DON'T TRY TO FRIEND ME. I hate it when people try to friend me, especially if they just broke board rules. Friending moderators or friends of moderators will NOT exempt you from trouble. END STORY. |
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Katrine hovered along the roof tops.D@mn!She thought as he spied the suited man on the street below.More stationed at ever corner"What do I do now?"
RTFM: Read The Freaking Manual. Or stickies, in this case. Pot, Kettle is your sister, and you're from the Noble House of Black. - Quartz Falcon, VGR Mailbag You are not a special little snowflake, you are a pain in my ass. |
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"Excuse me, miss," said one man in jeans and a tee, a smirk on his face.
"Whaddaya want?" asked Nilly, glaring. "Do you... have 'powers'?" She slapped him, knowing what he meant. "You PERV!" She stomped away. The jokes these days, I'm TELLING you! ![]() (Sig base by Bunnystick.) Here's a tip: DON'T TRY TO FRIEND ME. I hate it when people try to friend me, especially if they just broke board rules. Friending moderators or friends of moderators will NOT exempt you from trouble. END STORY. |
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Katrine looked around."Come on!!Anything!Just something to help me!" she prayed as she pulled out a deadly looking but non fatal gun.
RTFM: Read The Freaking Manual. Or stickies, in this case. Pot, Kettle is your sister, and you're from the Noble House of Black. - Quartz Falcon, VGR Mailbag You are not a special little snowflake, you are a pain in my ass. |
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Name: Ja'Ne
Age: unknown Appearance: *working on finding good pic* Bio: much is unknown; just arrived in town Power: he's a normal human with strong athletic abilities and uncanny knowlege of the town's secret pathways. Etc: none. "You called?" said a voice behind Katrine. ![]() (Sig base by Bunnystick.) Here's a tip: DON'T TRY TO FRIEND ME. I hate it when people try to friend me, especially if they just broke board rules. Friending moderators or friends of moderators will NOT exempt you from trouble. END STORY. |
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Katrine spun around,Her gun at the ready."Who the * are you?" she gasped.She had not heard him behind her.
RTFM: Read The Freaking Manual. Or stickies, in this case. Pot, Kettle is your sister, and you're from the Noble House of Black. - Quartz Falcon, VGR Mailbag You are not a special little snowflake, you are a pain in my ass. |
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"Visitor from another town. Maybe I just felt like coming up unnoticed. Either that, or I'm just wearing my socks because my little brother stole my shoes and threw 'em up here. Yeah, he's a muta." He walked over to the other side of the building, leaned over for a moment, and pulled up two Nike shoes. "Told ya."
![]() (Sig base by Bunnystick.) Here's a tip: DON'T TRY TO FRIEND ME. I hate it when people try to friend me, especially if they just broke board rules. Friending moderators or friends of moderators will NOT exempt you from trouble. END STORY. |