1. Respect others.

2. Yeh...just because I'm chill doesn't mean I allow rape/sex. Go to PM for that shtuff.

3. Be cool. Oh, and delete the stuff in parenthesis.

4. Common sense. Sorry, but no Hermaphrodites. That's just...odd. No powerplaying. No mary-sures or gary-sues.

5. Peace. My Co-GM is Litepow.

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Age: (16-18)

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Name: Devon Jersey

Nickname(s): Dev, DJ

Gender: Male

Age: Seventeen. (17)

Nationality: American

Appearance: Devon stands at the medium height of 6'1, with fair skin and a lean, slim, and muscular build from sports. His face is rather angular and chiseled - early adulthood, and his eyes are a deep, electric blue, but it seems to turn a deeper greenish color whenever it hits a certain ray of sunlight, although all of this is unnoticeable from under his glasses. Devon's hair is something that he doesn't even try to style, but seems to fall around his face perfectly. A light blonde, almost white, feathery soft mass of locks that straightens downwards. It lightly covers his forehead and eyes, as well. Devon has both of his ears pierced after failing against peer pressure, and he has a rather unnoticeable scar that trails along his left collarbone. Usually, Devon's 'style' consists of wearing a long-sleeve white and black t-shirt, slim, dark red jeans, and comfortable tennis shoes, along with black shades that he keeps on no matter the cost.

Personality: Calm, casual, and intelligent are three words that best describes Devon. He is a very laidback guy that doesn't get angry easily, although he is quick to become annoyed, and will slice someone down in pure spat fire if bothered tremendously. He is a nice enough guy - maybe a bit too aloof and uncaring, but if you're not, in his eyes, frustrating, than he'll be kind to you as long as you return the favor. Under stressful situations, Devon is usually the guy who takes charge, unless someone else does, which, in that case, he sits back and observes the proceedings with an analytical air. He's not specifically quiet - he is, of course, emotionally withdrawn and comfortable with being alone, but Devon also enjoys cracking sarcastic jokes to release unwanted or unneeded tension. A cool teen that may seem a bit cold, but is just in control of his emotions, and a bit of a rebel. Often very vulgar, even when he's not annoyed or angry.

Biography: Devon's life isn't anything specifically special. Originally born to a police officer duo, in the urban district of Chicago. Unlike most children in his district, Devon didn't go to Chicago Central like most students. Instead, he was home-schooled by his mother and father, who wanted to spend more time with their withdrawn son, and to get him to open up and have fun, although he transferred to Chicago Central at the age of 15. His life was...fun, if you could put it that way. He occasionally went to the shooting range with his father, getting a grasp of basic sidearm weaponry, although he wasn't a weapons fanatic like a lot of children of law enforcement. Devon participated in the occasional sport, had girlfriends, heartbreaks...thing were going well. He had a future job as a law enforcement officer, like his father, and he could easily fall back on being a DJ if that didn't work out. If only this shit didn't start.

Other: He plays/played baseball for his school's sports team, and he likes to write stupid raps to release any pent-up stress or tension inside of his body. Occasionally talks in 'ghetto rap slang' whenever he feels bored, which often makes people facepalm, since it sounds so out of character when you look at his otherwise calm, cool, and collected appearance.

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Name: Anneliese Deichmann

Nicknames(s): Anne

Gender: Female

Age: 17

Nationality: German, she's from an exchange program.

Personality: An incredibly and unusually unbiased individual, Anneliese is the most open person most people would ever meet if they could take the time to get to know her. Unfortunately, her overachieving and perfectionist nature as well as her lack of tact and amazing bluntness tend to unintentionally hurt other peoples feelings that they couldn't stand to be her friends. She freely speaks what she feels must be said with as much subtlety as an exploding atomic bomb in a library but is fully aware of the consequences and responsibility that will follow. She is a law-biding citizen and a rule abiding student. And even though she strives to become an authoritative female figure, her leadership skills are quite terrible with the exception of those who follow her natural positive actions as they occur.

Biography: Anne's mother had two children; A son and 5 years later, Anneliese. Her mother left the family the same year Anne failed the 4th grade; she was emotionally crushed and scarred by her mother's act and has associated the feelings of failing with the same feelings of her parents splitting. She despises failing and shuns her failure-of-a-mother as well.

Since their father was a traveling business-man and their mother left, Anne and her brother were left to raise themselves. Anne's brother had to take care of her, him being the older sibling and all. He did everything for her and strived to become something that would give them both a leisure life independent of their absent parents insufficient care. Years of hard work had paid off for her brother and he became a highly successful business man by the age of 22. Noted for his young age, he gets a lot of attention and has need to travel a lot. His income is more than enough to support his sister wherever she may be. It is thanks to him that Anneliese is able to attend school in America.
She is currently under the care of her brother's girlfriend since he's constantly out and about.

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Chris is a rather small girl, standing at only 5'2 feet and weighing just over 120 pounds, as she eats like a bird. Her thin body type gives her the skill of squeezing into small places and running quickly, but that's about it. She lacks stamina and strength, but she makes up for it with brain power. Somewhat of a plain-looker, Chris is rather pale, with brown-hair that seems to be self-cut and large, cold brown eyes that are set behind round glasses. She was often bullied about looking like a boy, and since then has tried to appear more feminine by letting her hair grow out, but she always seems to cut it once it gets passed her shoulders. Is always seen wearing a plain gray hoodie.

Name:
Christina Green

Nickname(s):
Chris, Christie (Though she hates this nickname)

Gender:
Female

Age:
Sixteen

Nationality:
American

Personality:
Cold and quiet, Chris was never known as a people's person. The fact that she was bullied up until eighth grade was probably the reason for her introverted ways, but those facts don't really matter now, do they? As true to her appearance, Chris is a rather smart individual, and would normally be found with her nose in a book or writing something down in her small notepad. Plans are easily made within her mind, and she is quite knowledgeable on the world around her and the past. She is perceptive, and seems to always know when someone is looking at her, or if something is off in a familiar place to her. Stubborn, she has trouble backing down from fights and will always stand up for others, though she has trouble doing the same for herself. Rather analtyical, Chris feels more comfortable when everything is displayed in words and numbers, and because of this she has a very robotic-way of talking, though she doesn't normally talk.

Most often disclose her quietness as just giving everyone the cold shoulder, but in reality, Chris is ridiculously shy and afraid of getting involved with other people. These trust issues, again, seem to stem from the bullying and perhaps even her family. Underneath her cold surface, Chris is actually rather yearning to have a few true friends, and if one were to talk to her like a normal human being they may discover a very sweet, open minded girl, who wishes for nothing but to live a normal life. However, because of her analytical and gained sly nature, it always seems that she is giving you the cold shoulder or is just examining you for an experiment, or even using you for her own gain (which is normally not the case).

Biography:
Born into a very strict family, Chris was, from a young age, forced into learning. Her parents read her chapter books at the age of five, introduced her to many professions that would take over four years in college to obtain, and kept her mind working with puzzles and brain games. At first, it wasn't so bad, since most of the books were fun to read and learning was rather enjoyable, but once she entered middle school it almost became her only priority. Friends were lost, enemies were made, and through her middle school career Chris began to realize the definition of "bullying". Tripped in the hall, beat up after school, getting gum spat n her hair, they all became normal occurrences, but she was forced to ignore them. To instead focus on her studies so she could become a doctor! Or a scientist! Or whatever else her parents wished.

Luckily, the Green family eventually caught onto the bullying (well, they were at least four years late) and had their daughter transfer schools as she was entering high school, from a private to public. Freshman year was okay. No one stuck gum in her hair or knocked the books from her hand, and Chris had the mindset that, as long as she was quiet she wouldn't be bothered. However, loneliness eventually set in, and Chris was stuck in a rut.

Until the field trip in her sophomore year, of course...

Other:
Is very interested in writing and learning music, and because of this she is actual skilled in a number of instruments including the guitar, violin, viola, cello, and piano. Because of her intense interests in books and knowledge, Chris is extremely smart, and has the ability to come up with plans and disclose information with just the snap of a finger.

Name: Adorján Csonka (AH-dorr-YAHN chon-ko)

Nickname(s): Adrian, Hadrian, Arie, Adriano, Jadran, and literally every other foreign diminutive of the name because “Adorján” is apparently too difficult.

Gender: Male

Age: 17

Nationality: Hungarian-English

Appearance: Although he is closer to 20 than 10, people commonly put him at around 13. On a good day. This is partly due to his height (1.56m), but mostly because of his crippling babyface. He has green eyes, usually set to glazy-and-disinterested, and dusty brown hair in a bowl cut. His clothes are usually just Goodwill sweaters and jeans, or, if he’s feeling especially “nah”, sweatpants, with old sneakers.

Personality: Most consider him arrogant, thinking he feels that he’s above them because he usually talks so far over their heads about 300-year-old literature, but he really just has no social skills and no perception of when to shut up and pretend to care about the other participant in the conversation. As a result of this, he’s sort of a loner, but he seems happier that way, reading everything from chemistry almanacs to Edgar Allan Poe. If you asked him to, he could quote passages, even pages of both without much effort. People often mindlessly label him “one of the smart kids”, something with which he disagrees, believing that becoming adept at something is nine parts immersing yourself in it, and one part brains.

Biography: Adorján moved from Budapest to Kent, England with his mother at roughly eight years old. Whenever asked, he will testify stubbornly that Hungary will always have his preference. However, high school in Chicago was a breath of fresh air. Suddenly, Adorján found himself in a place where everything was cutting-edge and filled with life and excitement, although the noise pollution was something he’d have to take in stride.
Adorján’s mother had a lot of difficulty learning English, which left her between jobs most of the time. He was placed in a community/public high school until his astounding literary skills won him a scholarship to a better school (though, he says himself, any school would have been an improvement) and later, his choice of Ivy League universities. This took the focus of their small income away from the expensive school, leaving the family of two happier and better-off. Adorján was happy to go along to the cultural hotspot that is New York, but the interacting-with-other-humans part made him nervous, as he’s mentally talked himself into thinking everyone simply hates him.

Other: Although small, Adorján is not good at sneaking around inconspicuously, nor running away. To quote springhole.net, “Not an ‘oh no, I just don’t think I can survive this triathlon’ case, but honestly, hinderingly wimpy.”
Further, his written English is a lot better than his spoken, in the sense that he misuses a lot of idioms, sometimes uses the wrong pronouns, and pronounces a lot of words wrong. This can and will cause a lot of misunderstandings.