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Hi and welcome to my profile! Hey!! Wait don't go!... It's dark in here.
What am I into you ask?
Well let me just tell you! I love music, video games, reading and drawing. I also embarrassingly love to watch Looney Tunes Cartoons. (No laughing please :D)
If you have a 1x1 idea or even a group Roleplay your trying to setup I'm more than happy to hear about it. ^.^
What am I into you ask?
Well let me just tell you! I love music, video games, reading and drawing. I also embarrassingly love to watch Looney Tunes Cartoons. (No laughing please :D)
If you have a 1x1 idea or even a group Roleplay your trying to setup I'm more than happy to hear about it. ^.^
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Thanks :)
Her head pounded and her eyes couldn't focus, all too aware that the washed up feeling of tiredness and pain had meant the events of yesterday... or if you can call it yesterday, were all too true. A new thought of despair rushed at her forcing her to stand with a stumble she was on her feet, the room for a moment leaned and moved causing her to rebalance. Her eyes focused and her heart raced like the chase that she could still remember freshly. "No..no.no.no.no.no" she touched the wall in front of her, the cell was thick concrete cold to her touch and perfectly filled to leave no obvious symbol of freedom... a crack, a window thats all she needed. However the door not without its flaws to her power, it's seams yet dark weren't filled or how else could she breath.
She focused her energy and thought of smoke and the leaking through the door, yet nothing. A strange vertigo washed through her like a chill on the spine and she knew as quickly as they came they could leave, her curse and savior mixed into one.
It took only a couple of minutes for her to start feeling as though the power never existed and this special asylum was truly where her and whom ever else was here belonged. The home for insane perhaps... or perhaps not, a revelation grasped her thoughts of sanity and attempted to pull them together, the thought was of the wall. She examined it again and perhaps it was a leap of faith but why did they feel the need to perfectly seal it as if they knew what she could do and had a worry that it may still remain within her. She sat pondering alone in her cell lovingly dragging her right fingers over the smooth wall.
She focused her energy and thought of smoke and the leaking through the door, yet nothing. A strange vertigo washed through her like a chill on the spine and she knew as quickly as they came they could leave, her curse and savior mixed into one.
It took only a couple of minutes for her to start feeling as though the power never existed and this special asylum was truly where her and whom ever else was here belonged. The home for insane perhaps... or perhaps not, a revelation grasped her thoughts of sanity and attempted to pull them together, the thought was of the wall. She examined it again and perhaps it was a leap of faith but why did they feel the need to perfectly seal it as if they knew what she could do and had a worry that it may still remain within her. She sat pondering alone in her cell lovingly dragging her right fingers over the smooth wall.
Name: Jessica Turner
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Appearance: Some days Jessica reminisces about her old self, the girl her grandma would always call an angel. Golden hair that shimmered and balanced beautifully on her shoulders and blue eyes deep like two pools of calm water. Now and ever since the curse has resided in her body her hair has changed to a deathly black along with the blue of her eyes, replaced with a bottomless pits of black. Both these exist as a constant reminder of the dreaded powers that turned her from a normal girl into a "freak".
Jessica dresses usually in a thick hoodie that always flops awkwardly over her fingers, her jeans usually tight counter balance her hoodies unfeminine look.
Personality: Jessica felt great moments of happiness in her life and many instances of joy but now since her "curse" she finds all her feelings of before replaced with only a swirl of anger and hatred. She feels very little remorse and finds herself in often bad situations do to her reckless attitude. However she is a recluse and wouldn't openly be mean or angry towards people who have done her little or no harm.
Superpower: The power to change her form, clothing and held objects into smoke and reconstuct it. However she knows saddly of her inability to dematerialize other living matter.
Biography: The clattering of eight sets of feet echo down a dark corridor, the room was lit up with blue and red flashes that flickered through the corridors windows. Jessica stormed through the corridor her face covered with a rugged black scarf, her voice panting and heart raced as the steps behind seemed to be gaining on her. "Suspect is cornered, we've got her" a male voice came from behind.
"That's what you think." Her voice muffled behind the scarf. Her feet raced still maintaining speed as she headed towards a closed door and as she touched it her body shattered into million microscopic smoke particles which leaked through every crack and seam in the door. Once through the smoke took human shape once more and bit by bit she turned from a dark silhouette back into a human which moved without slowing pace. Her legs ached and lost balance, she stumbled and fell to the ground, it was only seconds after she heard the familiar clicks of weapons being drawn and taken off safety. She was caught and all thoughts of escape left her mind, it was all over... perhaps for the best; she took a moment to find solace in that her powers will never again be used to harm whether intentionally or ... not. However sadness overwhelmed her as they slapped on the cuffs, their clinks of each notch tightening around her wrists reminded of how little freedom she'll have left.
Other:
Sorry had to write this on my phone :) ... Also I have more to her bio but I kind of want it to be discovered within the rp ^^
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Appearance: Some days Jessica reminisces about her old self, the girl her grandma would always call an angel. Golden hair that shimmered and balanced beautifully on her shoulders and blue eyes deep like two pools of calm water. Now and ever since the curse has resided in her body her hair has changed to a deathly black along with the blue of her eyes, replaced with a bottomless pits of black. Both these exist as a constant reminder of the dreaded powers that turned her from a normal girl into a "freak".
Jessica dresses usually in a thick hoodie that always flops awkwardly over her fingers, her jeans usually tight counter balance her hoodies unfeminine look.
Personality: Jessica felt great moments of happiness in her life and many instances of joy but now since her "curse" she finds all her feelings of before replaced with only a swirl of anger and hatred. She feels very little remorse and finds herself in often bad situations do to her reckless attitude. However she is a recluse and wouldn't openly be mean or angry towards people who have done her little or no harm.
Superpower: The power to change her form, clothing and held objects into smoke and reconstuct it. However she knows saddly of her inability to dematerialize other living matter.
Biography: The clattering of eight sets of feet echo down a dark corridor, the room was lit up with blue and red flashes that flickered through the corridors windows. Jessica stormed through the corridor her face covered with a rugged black scarf, her voice panting and heart raced as the steps behind seemed to be gaining on her. "Suspect is cornered, we've got her" a male voice came from behind.
"That's what you think." Her voice muffled behind the scarf. Her feet raced still maintaining speed as she headed towards a closed door and as she touched it her body shattered into million microscopic smoke particles which leaked through every crack and seam in the door. Once through the smoke took human shape once more and bit by bit she turned from a dark silhouette back into a human which moved without slowing pace. Her legs ached and lost balance, she stumbled and fell to the ground, it was only seconds after she heard the familiar clicks of weapons being drawn and taken off safety. She was caught and all thoughts of escape left her mind, it was all over... perhaps for the best; she took a moment to find solace in that her powers will never again be used to harm whether intentionally or ... not. However sadness overwhelmed her as they slapped on the cuffs, their clinks of each notch tightening around her wrists reminded of how little freedom she'll have left.
Other:
Sorry had to write this on my phone :) ... Also I have more to her bio but I kind of want it to be discovered within the rp ^^
-_- just wrote my character my Internet exploded and it's gone. I'll have one up later today.
I'm interested :)
Thanks (^^?)
Just returned from a longgg time away ^^
New site is snazzy haha.
I want to get back in at a casual so if anyone wants to start or invite me to check out any rps go ahead :))
P.s: the unicorn is scary haha
New site is snazzy haha.
I want to get back in at a casual so if anyone wants to start or invite me to check out any rps go ahead :))
P.s: the unicorn is scary haha
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