[CHAR] Midnighters: The Blue World [Two Spots Open]

[Ayla]

Name: Aeriannah "Aerii" Galanis

Age: 19

Height: 4'10"

Gender: Female

Appearance: Can't forget the stylish glasses.

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Occupation: Currently in College Pre-Med and a part time assistant to the local library.

Interests: Reading, Writing and Darklings

Fears: Heights, being strangled and cockroaches

Skill: Seer

Misc. Info: Her favorite animals are dogs, and though her sarcastic nature often rubs people the wrong way she is rather bubbly and can be fun to be around. Very kind and caring but tries to hide that side of herself. She doesn't want people to know she actually cares. She spends more of her free time with her pet dog, Jurisprudence or '"Juri", in the library trying to find more Lore or doing her school work. She took a first aid course when she was 16 to help take care of the other Midnighters, whom she enjoys to cart around in the Daylight hours.

Sample:

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Aerii rested her head on her pile of books with a sigh. There wasn't a single stitch of Lore about what she had seen in the mountains the other day. It had been hideous... and old... very old. Older than dirt old. Her long black hair was messed up and tangled from trying to rid herself of the pounding headache she had from reading so long. Her eyes blurry not from lack of "focus" but because they were tired. Her thick square framed black glasses sat lonely on the far side of her bedroom desk. Open and a little crooked from all the nights she had fallen asleep with them on.

Juri her black lab was by her feet his tail thumping against the hardwood of the floor in a lazy happy beat. Her makeup had long since been washed away and it was now close to midnight. The familiar feel of the impending blue time was a comfort. She didn't have to wear glasses or contacts... her eyes wouldn't hurt from the sun or the too bright moon. She sometimes wished it was like that all the time. Reaching down she pat her dog a few times on the top of his head causing him to roll over asking for a belly rub. Which she freely gave.

"Who's a good boy?" she asked the dog in a playful tone, Juri barked as if to reply just as Midnight rolled in the earth seemed to shudder to a stop and all the nighttime sounds were silenced. "Time to get going I guess." She said to the frozen dog picking up a crowbar she had named "Incontestable" and her back pack full of her first aide supplies and notebooks to write Lore down in.

[Ryuzaki]

Vespera

Rules 'n Stuff: Antisociality

Name: Vespera "Vess" Crest

Age: 16

Height: 5' 4"

Gender: Female

Appearance:

Hider

Occupation: 11^th Grade, Works at a Music Shop down the road from the school.

Interests: Music, Black, Being Alone

Fears: Large crowds, Physical Contact, The end of Midnight, Spiders, direct sunlight

Skill: Mindcaster

Misc. Info: Whenever she can she has her ear buds stuffed into her ears to help keep her mind off of the waves of thoughts that threaten to wipe her sanity. She refuses to touch another living being and never removes her black leather gloves that guard her hands from the unwelcome touch of humanity.

Sample:
Vess groaned at the sound of her alarm clock, displeased with the loud beeping that had awoken her. She lifted it to her face to be sure that it hadn't been running through the secret hour, which it obviously hadn't. Once she had sat up and rubbed her eyes she began to taste the usual bitter-sweet of her mother also awaking to an alarm clock 2 doors down. Rising from the bed, Vess slowly walked over to her rickety closet door and groped around for all the required garments before covering her bare body with the jumbled pile. On her way out she yawned and twisted the handle two times but to no avail. It was only after she had managed to drop a black sock in confusion that she realized she had locked the door the night before. Turning the locking mechanism then the handle, she continued her morning quest, turning into the first door after hers which was the bathroom. She dropped the pile of clothing on the counter that surrounded her sink, walking into the shower and turning the knob to the hottest setting.

Once she was properly cleaned, relieved, and dressed, she walked into the kitchen and fumbled with some bread and Honey Ham for some minutes before dropping it into the sandwich bag with an unenthusiastic face. No way in hell she was going to eat Klintin High lunch, even the minds of the lunch ladies suggested that they were skeptical of it. The familiar taste of Baking Chocolate filled her mouth as her mother approached. "What's wrong with school lunch? You even get it for free, why not take it?" Her mom would question this every morning even though Vess never answered. Instead Vess pulled out her phone and attached her ear buds, pushing them into her ears. Seconds later she was sitting in her car, turning the key to start up the sputtering engine of the old Jeep. Turning the corner of the driveway she rapidly hit the volume key on her phone, bracing for the oncoming onslaught.

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[DJAtomika]

Rules 'n stuff: accessibility

Name: Rob "Jack" Jackson

Age: 17

Height: 5' 9"

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Hider

Occupation: 12th grade, part-time baker.

Interests: Music, baking, reading, enjoying nature, sports.

Fears: Insects, deep water, heights.

Skill: Polymath

Misc. Info: He spends a lot of time admiring his surroundings and generally zoning out to enjoy nature and his music. If he zones out, all it takes is a tap on the shoulder to bring him back to the present. His favourite sport is baseball. All this, of course, is to drown out the constant mental drone of the numbers in his head causing him no little amount of stress.

Sample:

Ah. The great outdoors.

Rob stuffed his earbuds in his ears and smiled, taking a deep breath of the early morning air. Crisp, clean, and perfect. With his iPod strapped to his upper arm and his favourite tunes being piped straight into his ears, he tied his shoelaces and left home at a quick jog. This early in the morning, barely anyone was out and about, but he was used to it. It gave him quiet time. Time to think.

Numbers constantly ran through his head. Mostly from his algebra and math homework, but he saw patterns almost everywhere he looked. In the cafe where he worked, in school, at home, even in nature patterns existed. They were part of the will of some higher being on some higher plane of existence, permeating every fibre of the mortal world. Normally his mind wouldn't work this way but because he was of the Blue Time, he had since gained a natural forte with numbers.

He thought back to his first encounter with the Blue Time; just over a year ago he'd stumbled onto the Secret Hour completely by accident when he was staying up to finish a last minute essay for his English class. The world around him, though he barely realised it, became indistinct and foreign as he scribbled on his lecture pad, and it was only when he'd finished that he realised that his alarm clock had stopped precisely at midnight. A strange occurence, no doubt, and as he explored his hosue and the neighbourhood outside he realised that what he was experiencing was uniquely his and his alone.

Well, not exactly. Upon exiting the garage of his house, he was almost immediately attacked by this strange dark creature that looked like a wild cat but was obviously different. It was only through the timely intervention of a fellow not affected by the strange frozen time phenomena that gave him the information he needed to survive, shortly before he was knocked unconscious and dragged away to parts unknown.

He tried to follow, of course. Armed with his baseball bat, rather hastily named "Actualisation", he chased after the creature that had taken his saviour and after an extended chase managed to track it down and killed it dead. Thanking him for his timely intervention, the seer and he parted ways, and he never saw the strange young man again. However, he knew now how to defend himself against the darkness that would cause him harm.

But what he didn't know was who he would meet on his adventures through the Secret Hour. Or the troubles they would seek.