LILY! Credit goes to my friend, Exmedic for drawing me Lily. [hider=Lily][Img] http://i1301.photobucket.com/albums/ag118/SoulSamAndHisRailwayPhotography/Lily_zpsb76cdfa4.jpg[/img][/hider] Born on December the 24th 2002, Liam is the shy and quiet sort of chap, much preferring to be in the background and not intervene in things going on around them. This is primarily due to his lack of self-confidence, not helped by the fact he harbours a naturally shy nature, lacking any form of assertiveness at all. This is due to the fact the young child was often shifted from foster home to foster home, never really settling in anywhere for very long. With just one exception. Only one person ever did attempt to help and support Liam. Her name was Rosie, and at 25 years old, she had discovered she’d never bare any children of her own. The news broke her heart, and she no longer felt like she’d ever have a family. Untill she found Liam walking home from school one night, lost and alone, scared and hungry. She felt the need to help him and took the young child back to the orphanage, where an idea struck her. Become a foster mom. At the recommendation of a worker, Liam and Rosie were paired together, and all seemed happy. The woman was as loving and protective of Liam as a birth mother would be, and though she’d spoil him often, she brought him up to be a loving and respectful young man, with a big heart. She even managed to get him out of his shell in public situations, an accomplishment previously thought impossible by others. He’d been living with her for nearly two years, and permanent adoption was well underway. Unfortunately, just two days prior to the official verdict, the young woman was kidnapped before Liam’s eyes, causing him to become an emotional wreck for months afterwards, and nearly silent for the best part of 6 years, hardly uttering a word to anybody unless he needed to do so. Thankfully after this, Liam didn’t end up in abusive or neglectful homes, but none wanted to deal with what they saw as a troubled child. They didn’t understand he couldn’t attach himself to anybody, scared of losing them like he did Rosie. They thought he was cold, unloving. Dreadfully frightened of thunderstorms, he doesn't really like to be left alone during them, and will usually remain wide awake and terrified when alone, not able to sleep through the noise or the sudden bright lights. As such, Liam often remains awake all night, crying in fear and a need to be back with the mother who loved him. Liam wants to be known, and identify as Lily-Rose, knowing he was born into the wrong body. To Liam, he is, and should be a female, not a male. Caught when trying on the dress of a foster sister, he was sent straight back into care by the father of the family, a strongly religious sort of person. Unfortunately for Lily, this news got out fast. Now the centre of ridicule and bulling both in school, and in the safe house, he has been forced to act like Liam once more, much to her dismay. All she wants is to be who she truly is, and to have Rosie back, the only person she ever called “Mom”. Despite the hell she used to experience in the "Safe house", Lily was befriended by an older girl, known as Morrigan. The two formed a fast, and seemingly unlikely bond. Lily was small and feminine, soft and quiet. Morrigan came across as loud, rough and more masculine, with a huge height difference to Lily. Yet, they were very close, almost like sisters. In fact, that wasn't to far off the mark. They were, in fact, blood related. Cousins, to be exact. Now, Lily spends nearly all her time with Morrigan, whom she has taken to calling Rigan. Lily adores the older female and looks up to her like a sister, and, to see them apart is very rare indeed, unless Lily is at school, or not allowed to go see the older female. _____

### Rei Mori  Her eyes are more blue, however, actually they are blue. Also she's absolutely tiny: maybe about 4'10", 4'11" or around that height. (http://raichiyo33.deviantart.com/art/Yo-472757396) The last child of three, Rei Mori was born on August the 23rd 1999. Even with an older brother and sister Rei was never made to feel like she was unwanted, at least not at first, as her parents spent equal time with their children. Though her family were Christian she never was never particularly devout nor sure that she truly believed in the existence of God. She has spent her life in this town, having never moved. It is something that frustrates her somewhat. Soon her parent's grew annoyed at their youngest and rather unspectacular child. Rei had no big ambitions like her older siblings. In fact from a young age she took a rather unbothered view of the world. She barely paid attention in class and really didn't try. The only things she enjoyed were art, swimming and martial arts (starting with Judo), and still are to some extent. Her parents did everything to try and make her try, to put some effort into something that they viewed as important. As they grew frustrated their fondness of their youngest began to diminish. Of course, they still paid attention to Rei. But now it was to make sure she wasn't failing at school as she seemed to have her mind set on. It's just that Rei doesn't really care. Growing up Rei knew that there was something different about her. It wasn't very noticeable when she was a young child, she was comfortable enough as a girl. It was just those days, here and there, where she wanted to be a boy, or just didn't want to be either. It was as she aged that these periods of time where she didn't want to be female extended. At the age of ten he spent a year trying to convince people to call him by masculine pronouns and begging his parents to allow him to cut her hair. Of course, they refused. His parents at first put it down as a stage but after a year they had their doubts. It was around this time that Rei began to feel slightly more feminine, but no less masculine, almost as if she felt both male and female at the same time. She didn't particularly care whether she was called she or he. But still she had the wish to cut her hair short, because in her mind it was more gender neutral than the longer style she wore it in. Her parent's still refused and began to try and work out what to do with their daughter who couldn't seem to decide what gender she wanted to be. They were in denial for a little longer before taking what action they felt they could; consulting the church. Given the advice to no allow their daughter to change as she pleased, and to pray for her, they set on this course of action. As she hit puberty the problem on got worse for Rei. With the hormones and the emotional effects of that she found that she felt different almost every day; switching from male to female to both to neither. It was a difficult time for her because with it came the beginning of sexual attraction and yet another problem - she was attracted to girls. In fact she found she was attracted to all genders. This added in with the mix of genders just made her parents disapprove of her more. She began to do even worse in school, if that was even possible. She never had many friends thus no friendships to damage. While on the outside she tried to be normal and tried to put on a show for people at school, because she didn't want to deal with the bullying, on the inside she was cracking. She began to put coping mechanisms into place, some harmful to herself, to deal with this. While things are still not good for Rei they are beginning to improve. She has become more confident in herself and her changing gender, thankful for the fact that she retained a reasonably boyish figure and has a relatively gender neutral name, though it is far from accepted by the people around her. She has met a few people through the internet that are similar to her, gender fluid as she found out, and contacts them regularly in secret - after all if her parents knew they would confiscate her phone and laptop. She has finally put a label to her sexuality, pansexuality, though is yet to have a relationship with anyone of any gender. In a moment of rebellion she died her hair a dark blue-purple, though she didn't manage to cut it before her parent's caught her. Currently she is trying to be a boy as best as possible, wearing more masculine clothing, however she is beginning to feel more neutral gender wise. Even so she tries to just by, continuing as the person who quite frankly can't be bothered with anything.

If I need to make it longer, let me know. Name: Morrigan Jones Height: Five feet, Eleven inches. Weight: 110 Age: 19 Face: [img=http://home.intekom.com/CroMagnon/ME3/Jack.jpg] Appearance: Morrigan has dark green eyes, and dark brown hair, close to black. Her hair is thigh length, and she has tattoos from just under her jaw to her waist, going down her neck, all the way down her arms to her knuckles. Her tattoos cover her entire torso as well. She generally wears dresses, or skinny jeans and Deathcore band tshirts Personality: She is sort of a girly-tomboy hybrid, as in, she looks like a heavily tattooed girly girl, yet acts largely like a tomboy. She is a lesbian and thus, prefers the company of women, and she finds great comfort in playing the guitar in her deathcore band, named after John Milton's Paradise Lost. Due to her experiences in the orphanages, she suffers from abandonment issues, multiple personality disorder, and nightmares. History: Born to an ultra conservative household, Morrigan was given up to orphanage by the age of ten, after confirming for herself that it was women she was attracted to. Her parents were enraged, and disowned her. They believed her "deviation" to be too far removed from the eyes of God. She was thrown out and into the cold system of orphanages with which she was to become accustomed, broken by, and rebuilt, like a jigsaw puzzle children piece together, never minding if the individual pieces fit. She suffered a hard life there, and her slow accumulation of tattoos was because of her experiences at the Homes. Each piece tells a story, and her story is yet to truly unfold. But these experiences have made her who she is, not who she will be. Yes, her life is fraught with experiences too horrible for her to ever fully remember, but her tattoos allow her to live with it, and move on. For instance, She has had a girlfriend, but that relationship turned abusive, violent, and she nearly died. Following that, she took up the guitar, eventually forming her band "Paradise in Hell" Her experiences gave her nightmares, something she struggles with to this day. A month following that she began to develop split personality disorder, which resulted in a stay at a mental facility. She spent a year there, suffering from her illness, and learning to control it. When she was released, and sent back to the orphanage. There, she met Lily, a small, young transgender woman. The two grew close, almost inseparable. Yet Morrigan aged out, and began attending the local college, living in an apartment close to campus. Regardless, She took to the role of big sister well, but her various issues pushed her into fear, and so she keeps her illness from her protégé, the only person she really considers family. She hides it, and yet, she thinks Lily suspects something. It terrifies her, and so she hides, behind her music, her studies, everything.

 From the moment he was born on the second of October in 1996, Aaron Deerling's parents had his life practically mapped out for him. They knew what school they were going to send him to, what kind of clothes he would wear, which instrument he was going to master and which teacher was going to help him master it. What they didn't count on was their son growing up with a serious lack of ambition. Aaron had no interest in succeeding professionally, though he does have a healthy interest in life. He would much rather sit in a camping chair, stare at the sky and listen to life than do anything academically satisfying. He is a sensual man that way, he enjoys touching things, looking at beautiful paintings, and listening to music. (that part his parents did succeed in hammering into his brain; love of the universal language, especially classical music and even Broadway musicals.) It was his good fortune that his family decided to settle down in a small town. Aaron hates crowds and busy cities with a passion. Honking horns, people shouting, impatience, sometimes he just can't deal with it. Drama in general is a no-fly zone with Aaron. Before he turned eighteen, he was a nervous wreck. Every new day held something difficult to deal with, speaking in class, making excuses to teachers, even going into the store to buy something. It felt like everyone was watching him make an ass of himself. Thankfully, once he started working part time as a cashier at a convenience store close to home, most of these fears either dissipated or became bearable. He's on a new mission now; to relax. However, when Aaron was growing up, there seemed to be something gnawing at him. It's difficult to describe a lack of something, but it's easy to feel it. Aaron felt it, and he heard things. Puberty came and went, and soon his started to hear his friends and peers talking about dating. Girls, checking out chicks, going to the movies, making out. It felt...foreign. Aaron understood what they were talking about, movies and television had taught him enough, and he had definitely gotten 'the talk' from his folks. But with him, it just didn't seem to click. There was no urge to do what they were doing. Dating and even kissing had no appeal to him, and not because he was busy doing other things. He had no fantasies about men, either. It wasn't about wanting something else, it was about not wanting anything at all. For a long time, Aaron ignored it. He assumed that he just hadn't found someone he liked enough, or maybe he was just slower than everyone else, or probably everyone else was just obsessed with sex and he was the only normal one. In any case, one day he did a little research online and found a word: asexual. It was an eye opening evening, to find out in one fell swoop that he wasn't broken, that he wasn't wrong, and that he wasn't alone. It was so exciting to him that he felt like shouting it from the rooftops, or at least to his friends and parents. That's when the troubles started. And the questions, the disbelief, the doubt and the ostracizing. Half the school seemed to think he had been abused, or that he had been castrated. His parents prayed for him nightly. Aaron knew that it wasn't as anywhere near as bad as some people had it, but on certain days it definitely stung. Now he just tries to keep his head down and his mouth shut.

_[Here is my character until site becomes easier to manage for me!](http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/45784/posts/ooc?page=2#post-2311094)_

**Name:** Alver Starlis **Age:** 19 **Height:** 7'0 **Personality:** Alver is sort of quiet at first, mostly because he starts out suspicious of other people due to what his parents often warned him about and his previous encounters. Due to this, he can be sarcastic, sometimes a smart-ass, and let out a bit more of his dark sarcastic humor. He's also sometimes a bit mean and bitter when it comes to people who seem to feel overly sorry for themselves. He doesn't mean to be cruel, it just comes out that way. Often rebutting with 'Right, at least you can probably find someone who's like you. They even made groups for people like you. How many groups of albino do you see?' Since it's sometimes a lonely thought being the only one. He's never seen another person like him, can't even see if one is on the internet somewhere. Utter seclusion. It felt like he was part of a extinct species. However, he's a pretty mature, sweet and kind boy who's rather calm most of the time. Pretty level headed, and doesn't enjoy fights. He's naturally curious and adventurous and enjoys wandering about often, seeming to ignore any possible danger. Although he doesn't have a lot of social skills and finds it difficult on how to talk to others, he does want other people's company even for a little bit. Having been secluded most of his life. But he's always willing to lend a friendly ear to those who feel down, giving his own friendly advice and opinions. Quite a fatherly/brotherly figure towards those younger than him. He loves flowers, stargazing, singing and playing the piano. As well as practicing Judo his father taught him. He also likes animals. Despite his overall kind nature, he can be mischievous and enjoys teasing others and has a little bit of dark humor. Despite others not usually enjoying his presence and sometimes hating his own appearance, he has a small bit of pride in his looks and never really attempts hiding his hair anymore, even growing it out into a longer length. He also enjoys taking advantage of those who are a bit scared of him from the 'demonic, ghost, vampire' rumors. **Appearance:**  **Hobbies:** Piano, Violin, Singing, Dancing, Judo, Reading, Painting, Walking, Cooking. **History:** On the day of Halloween, October 31st 1995, gave birth to a boy with striking white hair and very pale white skin. Eyes a pretty light lavender color that often seemed to change color depending on where the light struck them. Sometimes lavender, sometimes a very light pale blue, and even a tinge of red people would say. His parents were quite shocked to see such a pale baby and wondered if he was just unhealthy, having never seen someone as pale as a ghost. He wasn't, the was just born with the gene of extremely rare pigments of a albino. So, his mother named him Alver, meaning "White" in Latin-American, along to fit with his last name, Starlis meaning Star. His parents worried over his well being, as the doctors gave them proper diagnostics of possible defects of albinos, as well as studying their own research. They feared he would burn easily and wouldn't be able to see well since he had such low pigments in his eyes, as well as feared of rumors that the internet spread. Many saying that quite of bit of people sell albino's over to Africa because those people believe the organs of albinos are some sort of sacred healing items. Due to this, his family moved out of the city to a small town in a more secluded house near a meadow. Both to be away from many people, and so he could grow in a healthier environment. As he grew up, Alver's parents rarely actually let him out of the house, especially during the day. He was home schooled in order to avoid other people as much as possible, knowing full and well that he would only be treated poorly over being a albino. Often leaving him home alone when they had to work. He was first allowed outside at the age of eight years old, when he begged his mother to take him shopping with her. However, she bundled him up in clothing. A coat, long pants, gloves, a scarf, sunglasses and a hat. At least it was during a chillier time of the season, but Alver detested it because he could hardly see anything or really move around with ease. Still, despite the downsides, he enjoyed being outside finally and helping his mother with shopping. At one point, Alver saw a playground on the way home, asking his mother eagerly if he could go and play with the other children. She forbid it however, saying that it wasn't safe. When asked why, she answered 'Because you are different. They will hurt you.' Seeming to be absolutely sure he would just get bullied over his looks. At the age of twelve, Alver grew a bit more adventurous. So when his parents went to work, he snuck out of the house during a cloudy day. He still wore long clothing, gloves, and brought a umbrella just in case. But felt more confident that he'd be fine during cloudy weather. The townsfolk had never seen Alver without heavy clothing covering his head and were shocked at what they saw. A child, pale as a ghost with such odd colored eyes and striking white hair had come of that house near the meadow. Rumors speed through town like a fire, some saying he was really a ghost, others claiming he must be a vampire for no one saw him in the sunlight without excessive clothing covering his white skin. When Alver attempted to play with other children, they were actually scared of him. Some were brave enough to call him hurtful names, but they retreated and ran home whenever he drew closer. When his parents got home and heard of the rumors, they scolded Alver for leaving home. It was too late though as now the whole town had heard of the 'ghost' boy. His father at that point, tried to teach him self defense moves he learned in the police force. Alver was a fairly a frail person, but he learned to be quick on his feet and how to at least avoid being pummeled. It was just another hobby to avoid boredom since he wasn't allow to do much like watch tv. His parents feared his eyes would get bad if he watched tv or play on a computer. Despite many believing he was some sort of spawn of satin or some undead creature, Alver continued to grow like any normal boy, only really coming out during the night when he was old enough to feel to wander around. During his teens, he often wandered around night, enjoying being outdoors as well as get inspired for his regular hobby of painting. During his lonely years, he learned quite a few things. Painting, dancing, singing, and even how to play the piano and violin. Often, he can be found during the night in the meadow. Either stargazing, singing or playing the violin. His father sadly passed away when he was fifteen, leaving his mother almost broken. Now, she spends most of her time away from home, hardly ever being around. Always working or something. Alver at first detested being further secluded, but soon enjoyed being able to be outside more. Though he does still mostly avoid other people, tired of their murmurs and odd looks. Most of the townsfolk a bit intimidated by him since he grew tall as a teen as well as being the son of two police officers. That and the 'demonic' rumors of him. As he matured, he found himself being mildly attracted to either gender, though seemed to find amusement to being with another male. Though he keeps his gender preferences a secret and hardly ever gets romantically involved with anyone. --- **Writing Sample** Today had been another simple day, in which Alver Starlis slept through most of it. He had gotten used to being a night owl most of his life since he had little use to being awake during the daylight other than maybe classes. Even then, most of the time his classes took place at night, thanks to his special tutor his parents hired over the years. Besides, he always did enjoy the night, it was prettier than people gave it credit for. And it was away from curious eyes. When he woke up, the pale colored boy yawned and raised his head a little, wearing nothing but a pair of black shorts. Having slept on his stomach, he propped himself up with his elbows as his pale lavender eyes blinked the sleep away. The dimly lit room, having darkened slightly as the sun slowly lowered. Must be between the afternoon and evening. Giving a mild groan as his face flopped back down to his pillow, he rolled over onto his back and swung his legs over the bedside and stood up, stretching his tall body. Sliding his slender long fingers through his messy white hair, he gave a mumble as he walked to the bathroom. Grabbing a purple brush from the left slider from the pearly white sink, he brushed out his messy white hair until it was straight before removing the last of his clothing and getting into the shower. After washing himself thoroughly with with a soft cherry blossom scent, he dried himself off with a beige towel while walking back to his room, a similar towel around his waist. Moving to the closet to changed into some clothes to cover his almost naked lean, lightly toned body. Humming as he slipped on a pair of underwear, he wore a pair of white sweats and a long sleeve light brown turtleneck. Grabbing a hair band on his nightstand, he put up his long white hair in a loose low ponytail. Slipping on some white socks he took from his dresser and a pair of silk white gloves, he walked out of his room and went down the small hall that led to the living room and open kitchen. The living room had a couch and two cabinets full of books. Since there was no tv or computers, he had to spend a bit of his time reading. A black grand piano also sat in the corner, another hobby of his to relieve his boredom. Deciding to have his 'breakfast' he went to the kitchen. To get some cereal. To his dismay, it seemed the young man was out of the common breakfast food as well as milk. He thought about a omelet, only to discover he was out of eggs and bacon as well. Giving a few grumbles of disapproval, the tall man sighed before walking to the front door, grabbing his white coat from the coat rack and slipping it on. Alver was going to have some god damn breakfast, even if it meant going to the store. He should be fine outside, it wasn't dark, but the sunlight was at least not too heated for him. Slipping on a pair of white and blue-striped tennis shoes and grabbing a umbrella before walking out door and locking it behind him. It was more or less a peaceful walk to the store, if you don't count the newly released students staring and whispering about him when he reached the more central of the town. They were promptly ignored however as he slipped on his pair of sunglasses he dug from his pocket. It didn't take long for him to arrive at the store called 'Food n' Stuff'.... Such a original name of course. Walking inside, he didn't pay too much of his attention on the workers, and there were barely any customers if any, so he simply grabbed a carrying basket and went along the store lanes. A female worker came out from a door at the back of the store, who looked quite shaken for some reason. When she looked toward him, it didn't seem to help matters. However, Alver simply continued to do what he came here to do. Get food. Picking up some eggs, a carton of milk, a packet of bacon strips, before finally standing in the cereal section. The albino pondered exactly which he wanted this time around, having developed a taste for quite a few brands. Alver often switched between them in order to keep a somewhat fresh start for the morning.

All accepted.