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ANGElBiTES
Geek | Gamer | ISFP | Music-Lover | Daydreamer | Writer
Taurus | 26 | Female | Bisexual | EST


Name: Bre.
Aliases: Angel, Panda, Kinoko, Princess, or Rae.
Birthday: May 15.
Ethnicity: Caucasian/African-American.
Ancestry: English, Irish, Polish, German, and South-West African.

Sources of Writing: Apple Laptop, Windows 11 Personal Desktop, and iPhone.
Years of Experience: 11
RP Level: All. It varies on health/mental state, knowledge, and time.
Commitment/Dedication Level: Very High.

Personality: Ambiverted, Caring/Compassionate, Understanding, Friendly, Honest, Imaginative, Artistic, Funny (in my own way, apparently), Confident, Strong-willed, Feisty, Sisterly, Organized, Protective, Loyal, Stubborn, Tomboyish, Determined, Opportunistic, Sarcastic, Obsessive (somewhat), and Easily Distracted.
Habits, Tics, and Quirks: Using Accents (Australian, Russian, British, German, and Kiwi), ADHD, ’Experience-Taking’, Asperger's Syndrome (don’t worry, I’m highly functional).
I must warn you that, when it comes to the works, I tend to be a little preoccupied, or hyper-fixated, with the ones I'm already into. If I lose interest in a story within play, it may either be a short-term writer's block, or if it's time for me to recommend something else. Bear with me, if I ever reject an unfamiliar idea, or suddenly suggest a new one.
Biggest RP Pet Peeve: Whereabouts and Ghosting.
Please be present and keep me updated from time to time. I'll do the same.
It's annoying when people become invisible, miraculously appear out of nowhere, and complain, once they find a story cancelled.

Close Peeps: @Jazz @DestinyStar @Tajjus @MegaraFoxfire @SporkoBug @MegaMatt ZX

Basic Comforts:
~ Primarily 1x1, since 'time' and 'waiting' are not really me.
~ Mainly female OCs, though on rare occasions, I'll take on male and non-binary roles.
~ OCxOC, CanonxOC & (rarely) CanonxCanon. I can play various canons for both of the two.
~ FxF, MxF & (rarely) MxM. I mostly lean into the dominant-role, depending on character and plot.
~ Both thread & PM, but stories with strong adult content belong in the PM. No exceptions!
~ Face-claims are preferable for live-action OCs.
~ Open to dark themes (drugs, abuse, etc.), but NO pedophilia or bestiality (except for anthros).
~ Smut-only, slice-of-life, and rushed story-lines are (also) a big NO!

Genres - Action, Adventure, Anime/Animation, Comedy, Drama, Family, Fantasy, Historical, Horror, Mystery, Romance, Sci-Fi, Superhero, Thriller & Western
Themes - Coming of Age, Cult Classic, Epic, Girl Power, High School, Martial Arts, Medieval, Post-Apocalypse, Supernatural & Familial Bonding

Find my ideas HERE! (Currently CLOSED atm)


Music: '80s-'00s Heavy Metal/Rock, House/Electronic-Dance, Pop, R&B, Latina, '90s-'00s Hip-Hop/Rap & Trap. I'm also a sucker for Nightcore!

AC/DC, Halestorm, Queen, Manowar, Little V Mills, Avril Lavigne, Megan Thee Stallion, K/DA, Mick Gordon, Friedrich Habetler, Jonathan Young, Kim Petras, Falconshield, Lady Gaga, Katy Perry, Ava Max, Kesha, Dua Lipa, Little Mix, Rustage, Daddyphatsnaps, Demi Lovato, Nicki Minaj, Pitbull, FabvL, JT Music, and more!



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All from that very night, everybody was overwhelmed by the realization that Master Splinter was alive. Even when morning came, they immediately packed up early, eager to get back and reunite with him. It was a rather abrupt and hasty departure from the farmhouse, but they couldn't sit around any longer. They were going to get him back. Whatever it takes.

That very same evening gave them the best luck; the night covered them, like the favored ally, it always was. Casey didn't favor their hideout, but did they really have anywhere else in the city to lay low? Jennifer was about to suggest their apartment, but she didn't want the place to suffer the same fate as to what happened to April's own. The Foot could set the place ablaze again, and put everybody else inside the building at risk. They had to be away from prying human eyes.

So, here they were, below the streets, with Casey preferring to spend the night in the truck above. However, some things in their former home seemed out of place: Pizza boxes were all over the floor. They certainly weren't there the last time Jen and Charlie visited. Someone's been creeping around in here, the Asian teen thought aloud.

"I still don't see why we don't get started right away", Raphael pointed out, hoping they could make a strike early, and take them out by surprise. "It's been a long drive, Raph, and before we go out advertising to The Foot that we're back, we could all use a few hours' sleep", his older brother reasoned, just as Jen looked around a bit more, before a noise had them all drawing their weapons. Raphael instinctively stood in front of Charlie, single sai in-hand, as he and the brothers approached the closet, opening it to see the same teenage boy that was at April's apartment, during her boss' unexpected visit. "I don't think it's loaded, kid", Raph grumbled, a little annoyed by such unseasonable logic, just as they pulled back. "Where'd he come from?" "Beats me".

"Danny, what are you doing here?", April was in alarm, by the time he managed to get out of the closet. "I ran away from home".
"Your father's going to have kittens. Does this thing work?", she reached for a phone, until he stopped her, pleading. "Please don't call".

Just as Jen was putting her sword away, something occurred to her. He wasn't afraid of them; at least, in the physical sense. ’Wait a minute’, she thought, ’if only my hunch was right’. She would have to keep an eye on him. It was strange to see him here of all places.
I believe you.
I, myself, am balancing out a schedule for posting, video gaming, exercising, and studying for a permit.
Hope everything’s okay
Raph's thoughts were flying about, like leaves in the wind, just circling around. Could he truly be alive? How could they be certain that their father even survived? He shouldn't be thinking of such things, especially since they have gotten so close into believing that Splinter was out there, waiting for them. The longer they sit here, the longer he could continue to suffer. Alone. Closing his eyes, he had to hold onto the hope that his mentor was a trained martial artist, in the way of the ninja. He's alive...he had to be alive.

The turtle's troublesome thoughts immediately dissipated, the moment he felt her hand make physical contact with his own. Encounters like this were new, and it gave Raphael some sort of reluctance to lean into it. He didn't know what to do, although his instincts told him that this was Charlie's way of showing him that she was sticking to her oath. However, there was a hunch when he looked down at their hands. Carefully, and slowly, he turned his three-fingered appendage over, so her hand would be sitting on his palm. It was awkward, shortly before he felt his heart strangely skip a beat, after just performing this one move. What is this? What is going on here? Could he...like her?

Listening to her, Raphael almost pulled his hand away, but allowed it to remain there, intertwined, once he felt the calmness and comfort resonating from her touch. It was the same sensation that washed over him, when they were on that rooftop. Charlie was adding another layer to that peacefulness, that the nature around them brought. "'Lee, I...thanks", it was the same response he gave her back at the city, but..."Aside from April and Jen, thanks for looking out for us. Me, especially", he added, taking the risk to glance at her.

Then, there was a shout behind them, back in the house, ruining the heartfelt moment. "Hey! Splinter's alive! He's alive!", Leo's voice was full of happiness and alarm. Jen was running towards her sister and the rebellious turtle, who seemed to be growing closer to Charlie, making the Asian teen internally smile. "Okay, before you say anything, something happened. During our meditation session, we had a vision...more like, Leo had a vision. He's certain that he saw Splinter; weak but alive, locked up, somewhere in the city. This evening, he wants all of us to meet", she notified, having to tell them that there was reason behind this.



If what Leo said, was true, then they could know about Splinter's whereabouts together, and that was happening tonight. By the time the sun went down, and after April and Casey went to bed, the six teens gathered around a fire, somewhere in the forest. Leo and Raph took up one side; Don and Mikey taking another, and the girls took up the third.

"Leo, if you dragged us out here for nothing...", Raph said, having to somewhat skepticism, but at least held onto hope that what his brother saw, was real. "Don't worry, guys. I came prepared", Mikey said, offering marshmallows to anyone who might want one. Jennifer chuckled, and raised her hand, willingly accepting one, before taking another to give to Charlie. The Asian girl's acceptance seemed to bring color to the youngest's turtle's face, which didn't go unnoticed by the female teen, in question. "Put those away", the seriousness was back, and the youngest reluctantly followed through with his order.

"Everyone, close your eyes, and concentrate. Concentrate hard", and then, Leo put himself in a meditative state, with his brothers following suite. Jen wondered, if this was a particular technique used among the ninja. By the look of it, there was nothing 'typical' about it. Holding her sister's hand, the seventeen year-old too closed her eyes, and took a deep breath. It was a strange feeling, combined with calmness, peace, and nearly trance-like, and the next thing she knew, the face of their mentor appeared in her mind.

"I am proud of you all. My sons, tonight, you have learned the final, and greatest truth of the ninja. The allies of whom you endorse with that of your strength, completes the ultimate mastery of not only the body, but of the mind. Together, there is nothing you cannot accomplish. Tread carefully, and share your energy with those you've brought in, with trust, as a bond is your sword, and your shield. Help each other; draw upon one another, and always remember the true force that binds you; the same as that which brought me here tonight that which I gladly return with my final words. I love you all, my children".

...and he was gone. Opening her eyes with a gasp, Jen felt the breath leave her chest, by the time she came to. It left nothing, but sweeping emotion, touching their hearts in the most unexpected way. Splinter accepted the newcomers; entrusted them to aid his disciples, in the battles that come. Mikey was shedding tears from the experience, and Jen stood up to place a hand on his shoulder, with the youngest returning the gesture by placing his hand on top of her own, accepting her comfort. Everyone was affected by this, and the words of the master gave way to a wave of determination.
Raphael took the next few seconds of rolling his shoulder from his workout hours from this morning, as well as his training workout with Charlie. The girl was making great progress for the past week and, to the best of their ability, her mentors made sure that they made it easy for her to adapt in such situations. In the real world, nothing about it, is simple. They knew that they can't stay on the farm for long, especially since they should be out looking for Splinter and, hopefully, find him alive.

They had to leave soon, so, about two days ago, they took their sessions up to an eleven, simply by putting Charlie in situations that would act as practice test runs, so they could see how much knowledge she had managed to gain from them. Sometimes, there would be a surprise strike, even if they seemed to be minding their own business. They weren't harsh, but the strikes were light enough to ensure that they don't accidentally knock her unconscious, or outright hurt her.

Even if they weren't successful, Jen reminded her, from time-to-time, that such maneuvers will come unexpected, and that she had to be on alert. Well, maybe not too alert. Being prepared was necessary, at this very time.

He had to admit that the current feeling was very peaceful, especially since he and his brothers were drastically missing the presence of a certain father-figure. Somehow, for the past few days, Raphael found nature to be quite calming. For having to live in a city, he hasn't really stepped forth in its very boundaries. But, for someone as hotheaded and impulsive, it has really given him some sense of serenity. Lightly running his hand in the grass, he picked at a strand, either finding a way to distract himself, while being alone with 'Lee.

Ever since Raph developed that strange feeling for the past two weeks, it initially confused him, but then, there was lingering fondness that he had never felt before. She was always so nice, and so caring, always asking if he was okay, while recovering from his coma. He may not have realized it, but he was staring at her. What snapped him out of it, was when 'Lee turned to look at him. Blinking at her, the rebel looked away quickly.

Surprisingly, when she asked him that question, instead of staying quiet, he answered her, after taking a deep breath, and giving himself a moment of thought. "I always have. If they have Splinter, I would want to go back. Aside from having brothers, he is home. I'd feel a lot better if we found him...alive", he said, a bit of sadness lingering in his voice on that last word. Raphael was putting hope on the fact that his father was alive; that he was stronger than even them. He looked at the ground, holding in that emotion. "You promised, didn't you, 'Lee? That you would help us?", he asked.
"Yeah, yeah, 'Lee. Take five", the turtle groaned, as he managed to get on one knee. Taking a moment to crack his neck, and rolling his shoulder, Raphael sat down in the grass.

Even though Charlie was nowhere near as muscular as him, it was all thanks to her newfound workout routine with Jennifer that she was able to gain some upper body strength. As humble as Jennifer was, her sister was making an improvement, beneficial to Charlie's ever-growing athleticism. These routines took hours, from an early morning, all the way to an early evening, along with a few breaks in between. Although it seemed easy, but it was a rather rough journey, but the girls were able to pull it off together, along with a bit of help.

Weapons were a whole 'nother matter. While Charlie was prepared for hand-to-hand situations, learning how to defend yourself from a certain weapons were something that didn't quite fit in with the styles that they were currently teaching her...at least, not yet. As a result, Raphael didn't, at all, use his sais in any of his sessions with her. Learning how to defend yourself from such a weapon wasn't easy to come by, it was just as hard as wielding them; anything in the Kobudo category wasn't for beginners, unlike other martial art styles.

Charlie was a fast-learner. He and the others figured that out, a long time ago. While not exactly experienced, she clearly had great tenacity, as she wanted to take in as much as she could from her sister and the brothers. So far, she proved to be a very capable student. These thoughts circled in the red turtle's mind, putting them to high regard.
By getting a look at their stalker's face sent chills down Charlotte's spine, but that fire of determination allowed her stand her ground. Of all the oddities, regarding the Speedwagon Foundation, it was the founder's insistence of keeping the blonde scientist from the dangerous hostility of any supernatural relics that were in his company's keeping, mainly because of the fact that he emotionally confided in the German woman, like another family member, and vice-versa. She wanted to poke and prod the man, who may have killed her father-figure, but before she could try to get an answer from him, Joseph beat her to it - with a tommy gun in his arsenal! Just by seeing it, made Charlotte shout in surprise.
'When did he get a gun?!', she mentally exclaimed; her jaw nearly hitting the ground, shortly before he unleashed the weapon's entire arsenal on the black-haired man, causing the blonde to take a step back, and cover her ears from the sound of gunfire. By the time the loud, impeding sound dissipated, it told Charlotte that the young man was out of ammo.
"Scheisse, Joestar!", she cursed at him, before smacking him upside the head. "A little bit of a warning would be nice!"
Gazing at the now-damaged restaurant, the young woman looked around for the vampyric man, who went toppling inside. She was careful in entering the building; the glass crunching underneath her blue, heeled, ankle-boots. The place was completely tarnished, like a tornado had just hit (minus all of the small holes, caused by His Truly!).
"He can't be dead; not like in Mister Speedwagon's story", she thought aloud.
Making sure that Charlotte smiled, was something that Jennifer wanted to happen, the moment she met her; she was always better with one. From all of the challenges the two girls were forced to face in the outside world, all Jennifer did, was ensure that her sister was safe and happy. After meeting these four mutated turtles, there was a moment of realization for them to not only rely on each other, but rather those who were also like them. It was another part of "kin" they have yet to cross paths with, and were eventually adopted into. Beside from having each other, solace and acceptance were all that they really needed - and they may have found it. Living on the farm was not only a time to heal, but to also self-reflect, that they were in this together; that they had to stick together, for their own survival. They weren't only their friends, but also, come by it, family. It was an up-and-coming realization, once Raphael finally woke up from his nerve-wrecking slumber.

He was able to stand, by the time, he noticed Charlie approaching him with a range of emotions in her eyes. He wasn't good with feelings, but he could tell that she was truly relieved, like everyone else. It felt fulfilling; he mended his relationship with his brother, and was able to see that 'Lee and the others were okay. All of this returned as a relief to him. Raph was rather surprised by the close contact that the girl gave him, but he soon relented, and willingly appreciated her attempt to show him her happiness. Strangely enough, at the very same time, something rose within him, having to possibly be generated after learning that she got away, when he told her to. "It's a Kodak moment", Donatello pointed out from the doorway, as their hug seemed to get longer than it should.

When the girl pulled away, and teased him, the rebellious teen looked down at the ground, once more - a childhood habit when attempting to hide his emotions - causing a strange uproar in his chest. It was tingly; something he had never quite felt before, aside from familial love. "Bet you'll need this tub more than me", he said, in an attempt to tease her back. Jennifer looked between them, thinking about that "spark" again. Or, was it? She could be assuming, but it was clear that Raphael's reaction said otherwise. At this rate, she knew that Charlie was in good hands, and the realization made the Asian teen smile. In the meantime, they could all celebrate with some sandwiches.

'The Turtles are four, once again, and yet, still not whole. A lingering doubt remains; an unknown which they can't bear to face their greatest fear'

More days went by, and everybody took that time to repair the broken and develop bonds. The only thing missing, was the parental figure that the brothers greatly missed. They seemed more lost, the longer they were away from the city, and Jennifer, as observant and perspective as she was, could sense their frustration - like small children trying to find the path that would lead them back home. In spite of this, they always attempted to distract themselves, by searching openings to rebuild their fighting spirits. At the same time, as Charlie seemed to be catching up on sleep, Jen proceeded to continue training her. After she managed to nail down the basics, Jennifer eventually moved her down the road in getting more physical. Of course, they got help from the brothers, who willingly gave them tips - mainly Raphael, who seemed to be finding opportunities in training Charlie further, whenever Jennifer couldn't...perhaps more often than not. Not that the Asian girl minded, since she herself took time of learning the bond between the mind and body from Leonardo.

When Charlie was able to nail down the kicks and punches, full-body maneuvers came next. It wasn't necessarily advanced, nor was it for beginners, but more like in-between. Of course, as it was normal for something so complicated, mistakes were made, but it all came down with practice, and all six teens took it with stride, while April and Casey watched from the sidelines. Aside from training alone, Jennifer also noticed that Charlie hasn't left Raph's side once, and/or perhaps vice-versa. It could just be Jen’s protective instincts alone, but then, she knew better than to observe, since the turtle always seemed to be around her sister.
As much as she wanted to get Charlie to do something else, her sister stayed by Raph's side in the bathroom. At the same time, Leonardo insisted on telling her that he should be the one watching his brother; really to punish himself for the harsh words he given the rebellious turtle, before he was beaten, nearly to death.

Jennifer could tell that her sister was barely sleeping, judging by the dark circles under her eyes, while at the same time, the teenage girl barely came back to their shared bedroom to lay down. Even when found Charlie in the kitchen, one day, making what seemed to be sandwiches, the Asian girl could tell that the other was lacking proper sleep again. By the time she trailed off on her words, Jen held her hands, really to stop her from what she was doing, before bringing her into a hug. "It's okay", she said softly, after kissing her forehead, and letting her lean against her, until they heard a shout from upstairs.

"Hey! Hey, he's awake! He wants some food! Bring some food!"

It was very unexpected, and yet, at that very moment, there came hope. Was Raphael truly awake? "Come on", Jen told Charlie, leading the way upstairs. By the time, they got there, the red-bandanna turtle was standing up, and awake, just like how Leo said, making Jennifer release a breath of relief, and smiled. The elder brother was helping the other turtle get to his feet, and helping him retain his balance. With nearly blurry vision, Raph gazed at the newcomers. "Hey guys", he said, wearily.
Just like April had said, there was indeed another room behind the door, and by the time they were able to reach the other side, they retreated into the human woman’s van. Carefully, and swiftly, the brothers helped Charlotte carry Raphael into the van, just as Jennifer looked around to make sure they weren't being pursued from behind. The place was going up in flames, and the cloud of smoke engulfed the air. They were lucky to have gotten out in time, and it was all because of this mysterious human man, who willingly jumped into the fray, as backup. Apparently, at this rate, extra hands were what they really needed to get out of this situation. When everybody managed to get into the vehicle, Jennifer jumped in after them, and closed the doors with a grunt.

As quick as they had piled in, the hockey man drove the van out from the side of the building, and into the streets. Luckily, the windows were tinted, so nobody would be able to take a peak on the inside. They have no choice but to find another hideout to, at least, recuperate from this near-death experience. With Raphael's head laying in her sister's lap, clearly out cold, Jennifer turned around to look out the back window, along with April to gaze at her burning apartment. The human woman didn't say anything, only looking upon her burning home with a sunken heart - her dad's antique store was gone, and probably beyond replenishing. Just as she was about to let tears fall, the Asian teen quickly engulfed her in a hug to console her. It wasn't fair. Who would rat them out like this?

They were on the road now, homeless; all of them, now emotionally and mentally-affected. These people - the Foot - wanted them dead. They had to go off the grid; they weren't safe anymore in the city...until April pointed out a place that they could all try to rest, and heal. It took them all night to get there but there was, at least, some isolation. It was an old farm that April used to spend her summer days at; not entirely up to date, but it will do for now. Judging by how Raphael wasn't waking up, it was sadly ruled out that he was in a coma - nobody knew when he will ever wake up. That very same day, April and this man, whose name was "Casey Jones", had their argumentative moments, and it didn't really spread light on their situation.

Jennifer and Charlie had to share a room, with April having to find them some new clothes, that were close in size, somewhere in the house. It occurred to Jen that her sister spent most of her time in the presence of Raphael, who laid in the bathtub. Even though she said that Leonardo took charge of watching over his brother, mainly out of guilt, Charlie insisted on being there. Meanwhile, April wrote down every account of their experiences in a journal, having to make a few sketches on the side.

'It's strange being back on the old farm. Even after all these years, it still feels like home. My amazing new friends have suffered their first real defeat. That's bad enough, but the turtles also lost the opportunity to find out about their mentor, and I'm sure that hurts them more than anything else. Jennifer and Charlie continued to cling onto hope that they fulfill their promise on helping them get through the very battle of conquering their greatest fears. Each of them deals with this confusion in their own way: Donatello has found someone to latch onto; Leonardo, meanwhile, has kept a constant vigil with Raphael, along with Charlotte, who seemed to continue on holding onto any hope of his recovery, with Jennifer and Michelangelo attempting to pent themselves via distraction. And then there's Casey Jones, a nine-year-old trapped in a man's body. He might almost be cute if it wasn't for that pigheadedness'.
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