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Fractions: A New Age

Tat
I sit back up in my tree, tracing intricate designs in the bark with my fingers, the designs staying on the tree after my finger passes on from it. I lift my finger and smile softly to myself as a small twig of a branch grows up from where my finger was, growing thicker as I pull my finger farther away. I stand up and watch with amazement as the branch grows thicker and longer, then begins sprouting branches of it's own.
I step back from it with a wide smile, then as an idea pops into my head I press my hand against the trunk and feel a pull in my stomach as the tree begins to grow slowly.

Horrific Love

ugh
rules are gaaaay
i already know the basics ughhh
cut me open
there ugh

Horrific Love

Jason
18
~Personality~
A rather down to earth guy, nature loving and barefooted, he also has a habit of heavy sarcasm and smirking far too often. He manages to maintain his calm and relaxed persona at all times, and if it breaks, well, shit's hit the fan. If it wasn't for his compulsive urges to slaughter, he'd be a really nice guy.
~Thoughts on the Girls~
For lack of better term, she attracts me in almost every way, like a magnet attracts on opposite ends. She seems to be my polarity, where I am sarcastic and witty, she is shy and timid, where I am a social god she is adorably awkward, and past even that, I have hopes that she could help fix me.
~Other
I hate the homicidal part of myself, and due to that being the most prominent part of me I have developed serious self-loath which turned into serious depression, so in conclusion my body is literally covered in scars, everywhere except my face, ears, the palms of my hands, and the bottoms of my feet are splattered with scars, new and old.

Fractions: A New Age

Tat
I watch them shake hands, a bit impressed with how quickly the issue resolved itself.

Fractions: A New Age

Tat
"Sure, just give me a sec!"
I call back with a smile, Then approach James cautiously
"You want to come with us?"

Supernatural Highschool RP (Limit 10 people)

Name
Tat

Age
17



Race: Mutant
Ability:
Control and creation of/over the natural environment.

Bio: Tat was raised in an orphanage, a massive oddball. He was constantly mocked and ridiculed for his love of trees and other plant-life. He was normally found hidden in a tree somewhere, curled up and petting it, and sometimes talking to them. When he turned 9 he was adopted by a rather conservative family and when they realized he was "special" they became border-line abusive, and kept him instead of returning him to an orphanage.

Fractions: A New Age

Tat
I glance over my shoulder and see the knife in Caroline's hand, and follow her gaze to a boy with his dog.
"Shit." I murmur softly, recognizing him as a Lucen, most of the time, wind and water don't get along very well.

Fractions: A New Age

Tat
"You can keep it."
I say with a light smile,then stand up and stretch.
"Well my work here is done, I'll be seeing you guys around."
I say as I turn and walk away, my feet leaving prints as I walk.

Fractions: A New Age

Tat
"It's been my experience that parents don't always know what they're talking about."
I say with a light smirk, plopping down on the dirt next to her.
"For example, my father said nothing good could ever come from being a Phorris."
I say, squeezing a clump of dirt in my hands, then blowing on it, dust flying away to reveal a small dirt sculpture of Celia sitting against an oak, sleeping.
"And yet, here's this."

Fractions: A New Age

Tat
I observe a few people crying openly but I see one girl hiding it, semi-well to be honest.
I hop down from the tree and kneel down next to her.
"There's nothing wrong with showing tears."
I murmur softly, gently resting my hand on her back, not in an intrusive way, but an attempt at comforting.