SilverWolfAngel

Quotes of the Day.

"Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass. I's about learning to dance in the rain."
– Vivian Greene

Eragon looked back at him, confused. "I don't understand."
"Of course you don't," said Brom impatiently. "That's why I'm teaching you and not the other way around.
― Christopher Paolini, Eragon

The sea is emotion incarnate. It loves, hates, and weeps. It defies all attempts to capture it with words and rejects all shackles. No matter what you say about it, there is always that which you can't.
― Christopher Paolini, Eragon

From now on you're going to have to think. There's a reason why we're born with brains in our heads, not rocks.
― Christopher Paolini, Eragon

It's better to ask forgiveness than permission.
- Brom”
― Christopher Paolini, Eragon

Mmm....she's doomed! You're doomed!! They're all doomed! Notice I didn't specify what kind of doom, so no matter what happens, I predicted it. How very WISE of me.
― Christopher Paolini, Eragon

"It simply isn't an adventure worth telling if there aren't any dragons."
– J.R.R. Tolken

Oasis (Survivors Wanted join anytime)

Exo ‘Spikes’ Neversong

Age: 16
Gender: Female

Appearance:

With cold ice-like eyes of a silver-blue, and long messy hair of obsidian purple-black, Exo has pale skin, rather shocking in this climate, but pale none the less. She is fairly tall, and rather skinny, her preferred clothes are looseish, and she likes her hair pulled partially back. Her hair has never been cut in all her life.

HUSK

Defects: Exo has a badly connected, half-shattered, soul, meaning she struggles to feel, going from totally emotionless to super feeling, and straight back to emotionless, sometimes in less than a few seconds, sometimes lasting for a while. Now, don’t get me wrong, she can still like things, and laugh at things she finds funny, but she doesn’t normally seem to feel a lot. Except when she does, and then there are more emotions than she would care to have all at once.
Exo actually remembers a fair amount of her life as a husk, thanks muchly to her soul being rather, …well, badly connected. She can remember many of her ‘tools of the trade’ as one might call them, and so she can still act as a scout, if and when they finally trust her.

Bio: Exo grew up inside an Oasis, and started training as soon as she could. It soon was discovered that she was quick and silent, with an aptitude for climbing and running. She also had rather sharp senses and so it made her perfect, almost, for a scout. Pretty much her whole time was spent training, getting better at everything she needs to know for her job. Since she has been accepted as a scout, Exo has been on one minor routine patrol outside of the walls. It was nothing special, and so she has yet to go on a real patrol.

Extras: Pyromaniac, …just …well, …let’s not talk about it. She also absolutely adores music (once she has a soul), it is one of the things that can pull out her emotional side. She wears thin fingerless fighting gloves with inch-long spikes sticking out, in the place of a knuckle-duster, hence her nickname of ‘Spikes’.

Oasis (Survivors Wanted join anytime)

Definatley a work in progress, (sorry it took so long)

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Exo ‘Spikes’ Neversong

Age: 16
Gender: Female

Appearance:

With cold ice-like eyes of a silver-blue, and long messy hair of obsidian purple-black, Exo has pale skin, rather shocking in this climate, but pale none the less. She is fairly tall, and rather skinny, her preferred clothes are looseish, and she likes her hair pulled partially back. Her hair has never been cut in all her life.

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(Uh ……no, I’m not sure I know the pic’s you’re talking about, but I’ll use these here and if you don’t like I can remove.)

HUSK

Defects: Exo has a badly connected, half-shattered, soul, meaning she struggles to feel, going from totally emotionless to super feeling, and straight back to emotionless, sometimes in less than a few seconds, sometimes lasting for a while. Now, don’t get me wrong, she can still like things, and laugh at things she finds funny, but she doesn’t normally seem to feel a lot. Except when she does, and then there are more emotions than she would care to have all at once.
Exo actually remembers a fair amount of her life as a husk, thanks muchly to her soul being rather, …well, badly connected. She can remember many of her ‘tools of the trade’ as one might call them, and so she can still act as a scout, if and when they finally trust her.

Bio: Exo grew up inside an Oasis, and started training as soon as she could. It soon was discovered that she was quick and silent, with an aptitude for climbing and running. She also had rather sharp senses and so it made her perfect, almost, for a scout. Pretty much her whole time was spent training, getting better at everything she needs to know for her job. Since she has been accepted as a scout, Exo has been on one minor routine patrol outside of the walls. It was nothing special, and so she has yet to go on a real patrol.

Extras: Pyromaniac, …just …well, …let’s not talk about it. She also absolutely adores music (once she has a soul), it is one of the things that can pull out her emotional side. She wears thin fingerless fighting gloves with inch-long spikes sticking out, in the place of a knuckle-duster, hence her nickname of ‘Spikes’.

Hogwarts: The Next Generation

Luc was jolted awake, hearing Devin talking to the first years about things they needed to know. Groaning as he sat up, Luc rubbed his eyes, trying to focus on what was happening around him. "huh? wass' going on?" He mumbled, finally shaking the fog from his head. "Wait, the Sorting's over?" Snifing the air, Luc could barely decern the soft tang of hot meat, a lingering smell from dinner, which had been had straight after the sorting; and Luc had slept straight through it. "Merde" he muttered softly, watching Devin head out of the hall with the first years. He'd left his wand at home, (although it had been returened to him) and had slept through dinner, probably his worst start to the school year yet. He Let his hair shrink back to it's normal size of short with a long rat's tail, a rather disturbing sight due to the fact that it looks rather like his hair was being sucked into his head. Leaving it bubble gum pink seemed just a bit to dramatic, and more trouble than Luc could be bothered with, so, even though, technically, it was more trouble to change it, Luc let it fade, the colour draining and changing, stopping at a sort of muted blood red. No good reason, it just felt right. Glancing around he realized that many students had left, along with quite a few of the teachers, yawning Luc truly considered just laying his head back down on the table and sleeping more, but figured that would be worse than if he managed to drag himself up to the Gryffyndor tower and find his bed, or maybe just a soft armchair in the common room. It never occurred to him that it was the first day of school, so there would probably be a party of sorts for the new first years, the Gryffyndors relished the opportunity to throw parties, whether it was winning at quiddich, (the main and most common reason) or, well, just about anything and they will try for a party.

Heading up to the Common room, Luc took a few hidden passages, they never ceased to amaze him, and returned the pleasantries of the good handful of portraits that talked to him, some inquiring about his family, others about him. Finanly making it to the common room, long after the first years, Luc, opening the portrait with the current password, was smacked in the face with a excessive amount of noise. groaning in slight annoyance Luc lept through the portrait hole, squeezed through the thin crowd, grabbed a butter-beer, from a stash someone had brought from home, and slumped down on the floor, with his back to the wall, right next to the fireplace. Letting a soft sigh escape, Luc decided there was no way he'd get to sleep with the noise in the common room so he might as well enjoy watching the party that would probably take it's toll in the morning.

Oasis (OPEN ignore reply numbers)

Sure, dunno why I was asking questions here, just habit I suppose. :)

Oasis (OPEN ignore reply numbers)

Cool. :) I'll just go finish her character sheet then shall I?

Oasis (OPEN ignore reply numbers)

Yay! :) She specializes as a scout/raider ish thingie. Ohh…… another thought, when they recive a soul, do they remember before, when they were Husks?

Oasis (OPEN ignore reply numbers)

Ah…… 16. She's 16.

Oasis (OPEN ignore reply numbers)

Sure, as long as they let youngish girls on patrol.

Hogwarts: The Next Generation

Right, well …since no one else seems to be here, or ain't replying, I'ma just gonna (eventually) throw up my post and work my way round the dinner issue.