Soul

Hɪɢʜsᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ Dᴇᴀᴅ~

That sounds great. Your character's totally going to get along fine with Yami.

Mostly because he's hanging off the side of a speeding bus because reasons. Hopefully we can start the RP back up around afternoonish, when everyone's back on.

Hope's Eyes - A Pokemon RP (currently open)

Scythe sighed, entering the dining room and glancing around. While it seemed like everyone immediately began butting heads and arguing, the Scyther simply wished for his old team back. While they were rather cold and silent, much like him sans the cold part, they functioned perfectly as a team, and their battle tactics were powerful. However, now he was in a team with a bunch of Pokémon he knew nothing about....and this was beginning to look down for the worse. The only one he knew of was Ghost, and while they each knew each other's strength and weaknesses, the same couldn't be said for the others.

"I'll have to practice with each of them." The tall, blade-wielding Pokémon whispered, grabbing an Oran Berry and flicking it into the air. His arm moved up, and a small blur occurred, before the berry fell back into his hands, sliced into dozens of tiny dices.

He began munching on the berries as he headed for the training room.

Hɪɢʜsᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ Dᴇᴀᴅ~

Accepted. Welcome to the Pack.

I kid, I kid. Don't shoot me.

We're on our way to a shopping center, so maybe the group can meet her there?

Also, guys, this is going to be Yami after he goes to random stores and steals a lot of shit:

Psycho

Of course, gotta find a buzz-saw and an axe...but that shouldn't be too hard.

: D

Homestuck: The Oni Session

Ah, well I don't think I can join. I just don't find the whole 'girly-transgender' boy or 'hermaphrodite' thing enticing. Nice idea (Homestuck), however.

Homestuck: The Oni Session

I'm interested. But...I mean, I love the idea, but can I have just a regular player? You know, with only male body parts?

Hɪɢʜsᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ Dᴇᴀᴅ~

Yami barely had a second to scramble for a grip before the bus suddenly lurched around, blasting for the school gates at a spectacular speed. The teen growled, pressing his body close against the bus's roof. The wind slammed against his face, and henceforth his long brown Mohawk, forcing the hair backwards. "A warning would be nice." He snarled down into the sleek white metal, standing on shaky legs and stomping the bus. By now, the speed had balanced itself out, allowing him to look around the surrounding area with relative easiness. One might think he was crazy, standing on top of a speeding charter bus....but it was for science!

Casually walking towards the front of the bus, his boots clinging to the shiny surface due to the sticky, drying blood, Yami nimbly slipped from his position on the bus, heading towards the blurring ground. However, his gloved right hand shot up at the last second, hanging onto the railing that circulated the top of the bus. He settled into a comfortable position, dangling on the side of the speeding bus.

"Head to the city, obviously, and try to find some sort of convenient store. Gas and food, yeah?" He grinned into the driver's window, before looking back towards the road. It stretched emptily for another mile, but in the distance you could see the large, smoking, and ruined city. It was horrible...but his grin didn't change. 'What are we gonna find here, I wonder?'

The Awakening

Name: Devon Tyler

Age: Twelve. (12)

Gender: Male

Element: Dark/Darkness

Personality: Devon is a very...calm and intelligent boy, despite his young age. Even from his toddler form, his parents knew that their son would be a great lawyer, due to his cold disposition and stoic mindframe. While he isn't one to openly mock someone, or bully them, he has a rather dark mind, taking personal jabs at his person very seriously, and even going as far as to wish death or misfortune upon someone whom has hurt him. Devon is generally quiet and introverted/anti-social unless bothered, and it's even this way when amongst friends, opting to survey his surroundings or read a small novel instead of talking or conversating amongst others. 'A wit and mind as sharp as a sword', his teacher commonly says whenever the topic of Devon's grade and social standing comes up. Although he can hold grudges, Devon shows a maturity far above most of his peers.

History: Devon was originally born to a rather high-middle class family that pertained of a lawyer father and a nurse of a mother. He took after his father first and foremost, being quick-thinking, sharp, and cunning, although he retained his mother's feathery black hair. Life was rather average for the boy, considering it's still just starting. He felt that going into the hunted house was stupid, but decided to keep his group of friends company regardless.

Secret: He had once fell asleep while bathing, and almost drowned.

Other: Hope this is okay. ^-^

Hɪɢʜsᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ Dᴇᴀᴅ~

Ah. Welp, peace out.

Just a couple of ideas

Woah! So sorry, I was thinking that they were around late high-school age. I'm totally fine with middle-school, haha.

Hɪɢʜsᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ Dᴇᴀᴅ~

Yup. Feel free to post a character, and I and my servants shall judge it.