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I started, since Hanakiki wouldn't. And Ohkay.
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Be nice to Hanakiki, Squalleh!
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Name: Michelle
Age: She's looked 18 forever, and she's lived for five thousand years. Magical Abilities: She forces her thoughts into people's heads. They can not resist her. *Appearance: ![]() Biography: (Writing in first person) I only remember waking up at the age of 18. I've been alive for many years, around five thousand. Don't get me wrong, I can die. But I've been careful to avoid it, and I've sheltered myself quite successfully. I knew I was born for something much more, and I knew that I would help someone, if not only in the smallest way. Then I felt something in my mind, and I saw the picture of a girl asleep. Her eyes were squeezed shut, and she looked worried. My heart ached at the sight of her. I knew this was the girl I wanted to save. But how? I wasn't sure. I would need the help of someone, surely. Of course. When I 'awoke,' all I saw were endless trees. It went on and on, and I hated it. I was bored. But this forest taught me one thing; patience and silence. I never said anything unless I had to. In fact, I barely spoke. As soon as I awoke, I knew my gift; I was able to think into people's minds at will. If there was something that needed to be told to a small group of people, I could do that; my gift was amazing. Of course I could talk. I only did so when there was a crowd. However, if there is a large crowd, and I need only to talk to a number of people in the crowd, it took much effort. It cost me much mentally. I lost all my senses, and I could only think into their minds. After that, there was a five minute phase where I couldn't see. I couldn't think, I couldn't hear. It was hell for me. But I grew to limit this phase to only one minute; that was as short as it could go. Personality: Michelle is odd. She doesn't deny it herself. It's her gift. She's quiet, although not shy. When she does speak, her voice comes out as a high-pitched soprano if the words are short. If she must speak more than a couple of sentences, her voice slowly begins to steady, and it gets deeper. When she wants something, she gets it. It's always been that way for her. But that may all change... Extra:
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Hanakiki, be nice to Squalleh.
Someone reply... we need to get this RP off it's feet!
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