[X] My Assistant

[sensiblesoap]

Pshaw. I did NOT get the title from Breaking Benjamin's song 'Evil Angel', what are YOU talking about? I mean, I don't even-! Pssshh. No. Actually, I kind of did. BUT, the saying "Birds of a feather flock together" kind of fits this. The bird kids stay together, and so on.

NOTE: I'm asking Darkie, Xion, and Wishie what position they want. So, no matter what, they get what they want. xD
Anywho.

A while ago, The School insisted that the world was going to end. They decided to put that weight on a young girl's shoulders, telling her that she must save the world, and she and her flock must survive the end. For her, being a mutant birdkid was hard enough, but being a teenager was much worse. There where many difficulties with the flock. With all of these problems, she ended up breaking down. She couldn't do it anymore. She couldn't save the world.

Turns out, she didn't need to.

The world kept spinning. Time went by. Experiments where still being done on kids.

Now, The School is convinces that the world will end, and they believe it's actually true this time. Maximum Ride... She was truly great. However, she never fulfilled her task. Now, they have a new bunch of kids, and they're making them the same way that they made Max and the flock. They would create a new flock. They would inject avian DNA into the kids.

Of all the experiments gone wrong, you where lucky enough to be one of the ones that doesn't suffer endlessly. You feel... almost human. You're normal-kind of. You have a large pair of wings. You can see exceptionally well. You are a birdkid.

You and the other birdkids are trapped in The School. They won't let you leave, even if they DO say that they want you to 'save the world'. But you and the rest of your flock want free. Even if you do have to help save the world, you want to be free when you do it. So, now, you must break free. Then, and only then, can you worry about your tasks.



Shot plots are short. Ehh.

COPYPASTE. I LOVE YOU. <3 I just tweaked them a little to fit this place. C:

1.) Follow GTS rules and such. Yadayada.
2.) No Godmodding, etc. No controlling other people's characters. I absolutely despise the whole 'well they haven't replied, let's drag them along with us'. Ohyes. 'Cause you would do that in real life. (Well... Some people might, but you know. xD)
3.) Keep violence, language, and romance to a PG-13 level. *ahem*
4.) NO ONE ever put TL;DR because something is long. Or I will track you down and feed you to the angry pack of wolves in my closet. >.> (Honestly, as far as I know, this rule is mostly for Darkie the Great. Cx)
5.) We are NOT using the actual characters. As much as I love Fang(he's my favorite! C:), they aren't usable.
6.) When signing up, use a Mightyena icon.
7.) You can have any power you want, just don't overpower yourself, obviously.
8.) Disregard rule six, and put the name of my favorite character from Maximum Ride somewhere in your post.
9.) Please, for the good of all that is writing, use third person writing. It just looks better. Please.
10.) Pleeease use the best grammar you can. (Although, I'm not really worried about who I KNOW is in this thing. Cx)
11.) There'll only be about 5, maybe LESS Flock members accepted.
12.) Have fun!

Here's some words you may need to knoww~! C:

Erasers: These are lupine(wolf) experiments. They fell out of date a while ago, but some still lurk around. They aren't really a threat anymore, they just tend to be brought up.
Flyboys: The Erasers with wings, basically. Only, Flyboys are generally mechanic.
The Flock: Kind of obviously, the group of the main birdkids.
The School: "The School" is an 'evil' science lab where animal DNA is injected into kids to create the 'future'. Basically, everyone there is nuts.

I'll put more as I remember them. O_O These are off the top of my heeeead.

I'd prefer it if you used the bolds and such. ^^;

Username: (Your username. For my convenience.)
Name: (The character's name? Cx Durr.)
Age: (Somewhere between 6 and 18, maybe? Preferably? However, they can be EXTREMELY mature for their age.)
Gender: (Self explanatory. O.O)
Appearance: (What does your character look like? You might want to include a description of your wings. Just in case you can't find a picture with one.)
Personality: (How does your character act?)
History/Biography: (Their past. C:)
Side/Alliance: (I didn't know what else to call it. O_O But, basically, are you with the flock, are you an 'enhanced' person, but on your own, or are with The School?
Power/Ability:
Other: (Well?)

.::The Flock::.


~Flock Leader~


NOTE: The picture provided isn't good for colors, 'cause it's dulled down. Plus, the anime the picture of the guy is from never actually shows his eyes, so I'm making up a color. Cx I'm changing a few things from the picture, too.

Username: FangChan13
Name: Sin
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Appearance: Sin [minus the tiara. Cx] is, much like most bird kids, a rather skinny boy. His, however, is only just barely into the normal weight for a person of his height. At 5'10", he weights a mere 130 pounds. He likes being lighter, though, because it helps to fly easier. He has bright blond hair all the way over his eyes-unless he moves it to the side, of course. [In the picture, it looks kinda gray, but it's not. =3=] When he does show his eyes, they are a dark, blood red color, his pupils almost resembling slits. There's rarely warmth or kindness in his eyes, but his flock is his weakness, and they're the only one's who will EVER witness those feelings within him. He is very pale-after a sunburn wears off, it looks like the sun has never touched him. His face is shaped rather smoothly for a male, but he makes it work somehow.

Sin wears a black and gray T-shirt that hangs loosely off of his shoulders. Much like a female's fashion, the loose shoulders allow him to snap out his wings without tearing it-the back of the shirt hangs just below his shoulder blades, where his wings are. However, the it tightens up around his lower arms and waist, and you can tell just how skinny he is beneath it. It's a long-sleeve shirt that just barely shows his fingers from inside them. He keeps his shirt tucked under his light gray studded belt-mostly to prevent it from whipping around while he's flying. [I whip my shirt back and forth, I whip my shirt back a- *shot]

His almost-black pants are rather tight-classified as skinny jeans. They are slightly looser around the crotch area, so he can get around in them well, and even kick with them on, if he needs to. Sin wears light gray[the exact same shade as his belt], 'knee-high' boots that end about three fourths up his lower leg, not reaching his knees at all. They are zip-up boots that zip on the inside of the leg.

He wears a shackle (that he refers to as his 'necklace') around his neck, complete with a small portion of the chain still attached. He often finds himself messing with the hanging chain. He has three 'ring' earrings in his cartilage on each ear, and an onyx stud on the earlobes.

When he takes off his shirt, his lower back is covered in scars, as is his arms. These are NOT self inflicted, however, and he hates that he has them.

His nails are almost always painted black with the nail polish that he steals from stores if he doesn't have money.

Sin's wings are a deep black color than shine purple in light. His feathers are smooth and well kept-they're always tidy. His wingspan is around ten feet, which easily carries his light weight, which is partly because of his lightweight bones, and partly because he's just skinny in general. His wings are strong and healthy looking, even when the rest of his body is not. With his wings fully expanded and his general appearance, one might easily mistake him for an 'angel of death'.

Personality: Sin is a rather reserved person a lot of times. He is very anti-social, and tries to avoid conversations with ‘outsiders’. He prefers to keep his thoughts and feelings to himself, and tries to close himself off from most people. Because he dislikes talking to others, he talks in a low voice, despite his leadership position. He will, obviously, raise his voice if he needs tom but hates doing so.

Even though he acts like there is nothing wrong with him, Sin has his breaking points-which usually aren’t that high. He tries to keep his cool, but he can loose his temper, cry, yell, and just be all-out violent. A lot of times, if he feels his ‘cool’ is about to snap, he quickly leaves to be in solitude-away from the Flock so that no one sees him. He doesn’t usually cry in front of others, but it isn’t impossible since his emotional state is horrible.

He is completely selfless. He hates talking about himself, and tries to keep all of his secrets stored away BECAUSE he’s selfless. He doesn’t want to ever drag anyone down with him. He honestly WANTS people to care about him, but he refuses to expect or ask for it. Despite his ‘I want nothing to do with you’ attitude, he puts everyone before himself-even strangers. Even humans. He puts NO ONE over his flock, though. He’s willing to risk his life in order to save anyone-IF they deserve saving, that is.

Sin tends to possess good traits. He is an optimist, and tries so hard to make bad situations better-even if just a little. He isn’t that good at it, though. He’s also honest 98% of the time. He only holds back information he deems worthy of being lied about. He isn’t afraid of telling the truth or its consequences. Another nice trait of his is that he isn’t lazy. He’ll finish any task he needs to , and , sometimes, take on other people’s jobs so that they can go do whatever they want.

His flock is his weakness. He would do ANYTHING for his flock; even go through all of the tortures of the School again. He’s an extremely trustworthy and loyal person when it comes to being a flock leader.

Sin’s interests fall under various categories. He particularly likes sleeping-or night-time in general. Because of a memory, he is quite fond of cats, but has a soft spot for almost any animal. He also likes music, just like an average teenage boy. He tends to like being in solitude, too. This is, obviously, just a small list of his.

There are quite a few things Sin doesn’t like. For starters, he hates bright sunlight. He also doesn’t like most people. He thinks that those way-too-happy people are really annoying, too. These things are just a few dislikes from his amazingly LONG list.

Sin also has a few fears. One of them is the fear of needles, which made the School experience that much worse for him. Another is his fear of thunderstorms. However childish that it may seem, he’ll whimper to himself during one. He also has claustrophobia, and can’t stand for more than one person to be directly beside at any one time. More than that may result in him FREAKING out, which may include yelling, hitting, or other outbursts.

He tends to be a good thief. He can easily slip into a place, pocket something, and leave. He can also steal a person’s wallet just by slightly brushing them. A swiftly said “Excuse me” wipes away any suspicions in a heartbeat.

Although he honestly doesn’t have time for things like relationships, Sin is slightly bi-sexual, but he leans more on the strait side. He’s also a masochist, but, NO, he did NOT enjoy the torture the School dished out.

Honestly, he’s an odd character, because he has so many loopholes and exceptions in the way he acts.

History/Biography: As a kid, Sin moved around a lot. He was the child of a sixteen year old girl that just couldn't keep her legs shut. His father was twenty-one, and obviously wanted nothing to do with a teenager-especially one that had a child, even if it WAS his. His mother, who couldn't afford to drop out of school to take care of an infant, got extremely stressed. Eventually, she ended up giving Sin to his great-grandparents.

He lived with them for about a year. They found him rather strange because he didn't cry much. He was a silent baby, and they always thought something was wrong with him. However, the great-grandfather died of heart attack, and the great-grandmother just didn't know what to do. She tried raising the young child, but, when he began to become a troublemaker, things got bad. When he began to walk, he always knocked things down, destroyed various things, and was just always doing something uncalled for. The great-grandmother ended up giving him up for adoption.

A lot of families ended up adopting him in years to come. For some reason, as he aged, he stayed at house for shorter and shorter amounts of time. He hated all of his living conditions, no matter how glamorous.

At one point, he lived with a very rich family. There was one other kid besides him, and that kid got everything. Sin was always left out, no matter what. Even when they went somewhere, they left him with the butler. He was quite fond of their butler, though. This was a very rare circumstance for him, but he actually felt like he had a father. The butler, who's name was the stereotypical butler name Sebastian, looked at Sin as a son.

Sebastian taught Sin how to fight a little bit. He taught him how to read-how to wright. He taught him right and wrong-the virtues of life. No one had ever done that before. Under his care, Sin tried to learn so many things. He tried-and failed-at cooking. He learned the ways of thieving, which was odd coming from the trustworthy family butler. All of his valuable information came from his fictional father.

Sebastian also had a few cats that came to the house while the family was away(and Sin was at home). The young boy ended up being fond of them, because Sebastian was. He also thought they where rather adorable. He began to appreciate life more, and became kind. He learned to be honest. And, Sebastian always told him that the glass was half full, not half empty.

Sin spent the most time at this estate. Obviously, the actual family didn't care for him, but Sebastian always secretly gave Sin the best foods, blankets, and other things that he had. Eventually, the family figured out that he was getting special treatment, and fired their long-time butler. That night, Sin ran away.

He ran miles from the wealthy estate, and ended up on the bad side of town. He wandered the streets, surviving on raw skills. He was the 'I'll-knock-you-out-if-you-look-at-me-funny' type of guy. He stole food from stores and money from people to eat and live on. He couldn't say he wasn't scared, because he was. He was always paranoid that someone was going to get him.

And one day, someone did.

He was sitting alone in a desolate alleyway, throwing an empty chilly can around. He heard footsteps, and, for about the fifth time that day, his whole body went alert. He stopped throwing the can, and a few shadows where silhouetted against the bright light at the end of the dark alley. His heart sped up as they swiftly walked toward him, and he could make out slight grins on their faces.

"What do you want?" Sin forced himself to ask, silently congratulating himself on how strong his voice sounded, even though he was, without a doubt, terrified. Without a word, the men dressed in white picked him up, and, even though he kicked and hit as hard as he could, they wouldn't let him get away. He was tossed into the back of an eighteen-wheeler-like truck. It was dark, and he could hear his heartbeat pounding inside his chest. Will I be killed? he dared to ask himself.

After what seemed like forever, he was forced out of the truck. He couldn't think. Everything was slowed down. He was being carried toward an odd building, but he didn't fight this time. He knew he couldn't win. Not now-not yet.

They locked him in a cage. They made him do various difficult physical test. And, worst of all, they experimented on him. Terrified of needles, he was more worried about that than the outcome of the experiment at the time. It took about a week to grow them, but it worked. He had wings. Darker than black wings that shined purple in the light. He could fly. He could get away. But, obviously, they wouldn't allow that.

When he wasn't being tested in any way, he was locked in his cage-as usual-but, he was also chained. A shackle around his neck attached him to the wall behind him, and a shocker was on his left ankle.

One day, he discovered his 'ability'. With nothing better to do, he decided he'd play pretend-something he'd never done in his life. He acted like he could control people, like a puppet master without strings, and, to his surprise, he could.

A white-coat that was nearby started to dance, and do whatever Sin wanted him to. He grinned, plotting in his head. He wasn't the helpless one anymore-he was the puppeteer.
Side/Alliance: Flock (Leader)
Power/Ability: He can control people without looking at them. However, once done on a particular person, it cannot be done again to that person for over a week. The control usually only lasts for about 10 minutes-anywhere from 11-20 if he's lucky.
Other: Nothinn'. C:


~Flock Members~

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-Darkie



Username: Inhuman Rampage (You can call me Klowii if you want to. X3)
Name: Melissa VanEtten
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Appearance: Melissa has a rather short build only reaching 4'11" and weighing in at 97 pounds. She has a frail appearance, since she appears to not have muscle at all. That fact is true, but be sure not to underestimate her power. Her skin is pretty pale, but nothing near a ghostly white color at all.

Her hair is jet black, and very long. Her bangs are styled in a choppy short of fashion. They aren't really equal length at all and they fall in front of her bright reddish orange eyes. Her hair is rather long, reaching down a few inches past her waist. On the back of her head is a large green bow that is clipped on. Oddly enough it never falls off when she is flying or doing any tests in the school.

For upper wear, Melissa wears a white collared short sleeved shirt. The sleeves are loose fitting around her arms. On the from of her shirt there is a large red gem. Melissa doesn't think that it is there for looks at all. Around them gem is a black outline that goes down the middle of her stomach. The black is outlined with green frill that goes down the middle of her stomach as well. Her shirt seems to end up higher in the middle versus on the sides, since it appears to be a shirt that you would tuck into your pants or skirt. She wears a red stone bracelet around her right wrist. She never takes it off either.

For lower wear Melissa wears a long green skirt. It ends just slightly above her knees. There is black frill that borders the ends of the skirt making it appear slightly longer. She wears black socks that go a few inches above her knees. For shoes she wears a pair of green flats, nothing too fancy.

Her wings are a beautiful shade of gray, almost black. Near the meeting point of the two of them, there is white that goes out a little bit and then ends. When her wings are fully extended, they are almost 10 feet in length. When held back slightly, they are only around 6 or 7 feet across.

Personality: Melissa has a pretty odd personality according to others. She isn't all that happy that much, not even fake smiling or laughing. The only time she smiles or laughs is out of pure insanity. Unfortunately for those around her, Melissa is insane. She tries to keep it to herself, thinking about torturing people and killing them off. She, however, would never think of killing the people that she is around oddly enough. Especially is the have avian DNA in them since she knows what hell it is to be locked up in the School.

Melissa is very quick to anger. If someone bumps into her she gets pretty angry. It depends on how angry the person made her as to whether she will lash out physically or with words. If someone hits her, then she'll hit them back without any hesitation. She doesn't take that kind of stuff from anybody, even if they do happen to be her friends. She doesn't really think about actions much, she just gets an idea into her mind and she tries to accomplish it. She never thinks before she acts.

She doesn't ever get sad. Not even when she thinks about death, pain, fear, or suffering. She doesn't ever cry, no matter how much she is hurting. She has a pretty high tolerance for pain but there is an extent to how much she can take. Melissa can get cut multiple times and still be up to fight, but if the cuts are very deep and in areas that are a danger to her health like on her neck, then she will step down. Broken bones also effect her fighting.

Melissa often keeps quiet and only speaks when spoken to. She tries to respect everyone's opinions no matter how stupid and pointless they sound. She keeps to herself, not sharing any of her thoughts with those that she doesn't find worthy of her time. She can work well in groups, feeding off of other people's ideas to make her own, but she works better alone.

Once you get to know Melissa, she really isn't all that bad. She slowly opens up and begins to trust those around her if they treat her nicely and not like trash. If she knows the people that she is working with, then she will share her thoughts more, and try and contribute to conversations rather than just standing off to the side and not caring.

History/Biography: Melissa grew up in a small family. She had no siblings at all. Her parents loved her very much even though she was a trouble maker. She would get in trouble a lot during school, mainly for fights and disrespecting the teachers. She never had friends in grade school, everyone preferred to stay away from her just in case she lost it. She didn't care if the kids didn't like her or not.

When she was 12 years old, she found a lighter on the ground. She had seen her father use one to light cigars and birthday candles. She tried to burn a few things, like sticks and a few dry leafs. She decided to keep the lighter thinking it would be useful. She kept it in a drawer next to her bed so it would always be handy just in case.

On her 13th birthday, her mother gave her a bracelet that was passed down through her family. She loved it dearly and made sure that nothing ever happened to it at all. She didn't let anyone else touch it and it was always resting on her right wrist. Before she went to sleep, she tried to burn some stuff. She grabbed the lighter and began to burn pieces of paper. Melissa played a game where she would see how long she could hold the paper before it burned away.

On the first try, and got scared and dropped it. The carpet on the floor instantly began to burn along with the walls and soon the whole room. The door was almost blocked by the flames but she ran through them and ran out, not looking behind her at all. She didn't know what was going to happen to her parents, she didn't know what was going to happen to the house. All she wanted to do was to just get away from the world.

She lived in the alleyways of the city. To get money, she would lure people back into the alleyway and then kill them. She would take everything that they had, and anything that appeared valuable like jewelry. She then began to realize that these people were smart since no one walked by the alley anymore. Deprived of hope, she just waited for more people to walk by.

Around the time she was 14, a few strange people appeared in the alleyway. She didn't even have to lure them back. Before she could strike, the offered her a deal. They told her that if they became a part of a test, she could live in a nice building full of nice people. She was fooled into these lies, and she went to be a part of a test. At the time, Melissa thought it would be a test like the ones she used to take in Science class.

Oh how wrong she was. After the DNA was injected into her, she hated everyone there with all her heart. It wasn't all bad, though. She met a few people just like her there. She even met her first actual friend. They never saw each other, but they talked since their cells were next to each others. After a while, her friend did not respond. On her next test, she asked what had happened to her. The scientists without any expression said that she was killed.

This angered her beyond anything. Her bracelet on her right wrist grew in size, and a large amount of burning fire exploded from it. Luckily the walls were fire resistant or the whole building could have gone up in flames. This attack took so much energy out of her, that she fell to the ground. She was out of it before she could even see the scientists expressions.

Over a course of a year and a half, she tried to master this ability. She could stay awake after using it, but she had to sit down for a little while. The scientists tracked all of her progress over the year, and they weren't very impressed. They tried to push her to do two of those attacks in one day, and sometimes even three. Melissa was very furious with this, and she turned and attacked the scientists. They burned up instantly, and she fell to the ground. She had done 3 attacks in one day, and that was all her body could handle.

She fell to the ground hard, out cold once more. When she woke up she was in a padded room, like what you would see in an asylum. Melissa didn't mind this. At least it kept all the noise out.

Side/Alliance: The Flock
Power/Ability: She can emit a large explosion of flames from her bracelet on her right hand. The gem on her shirt seems to have a connection with it as well. She can only do two attack in one day, and if she does three then she goes unconscious for a while. The attacks can not be one after the other either. She has to wait a few hours before she tries once more. If she does two in a row, then she has to lay down for a little while, regaining her energy up.

Other: Fang is Fangie's favorite character. Fang also is Klowii's favorite character too. |D



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Username: Wishful Jirachi
Name: Fletcher Freed
Age: 11
Gender: Male
Appearance: him/ Standing at a height of 4’ 8” with a somewhat pale complexion and toothpick like limbs, he appears to be a small child that is easily damaged for his age. His muscles, like most young boys are fit but not extremely buff. His shoulders have not yet grown out to the broad state that they most likely will be when he ages along with his face which is free from a smoothly formed chin, instead having slightly budgie cheeks. His eyes are a mixture of a brown-ish amber that in certain light tends to have the impression of being darker than normal. His hair, which spikes outward and upward, due to his hat, is blue in color and collects by his ears and between his eyes.

For apparel he wears his hat which parts his hair. The hat, which has no top and allows his hair to come out through and spike to the right, is black and yellow in color. It mainly consists of a band about three inches in width which has a one inch yellow band and belt buckle in the middle. These bands wrap around his head while on each side of the hat are two ear cuffs that reach to the base of his shoulders and have small buckles on the ends.

The main portion of his clothing is a pair of black pajama styled overalls. It is a very loose fit and slips down to half way down his chest, more so on the left side then the right. The straps of the overalls cross in the back, forming the base of the pants. There are six buttons on the front of the overalls, each placed at the top in the center an equal distance from each other. The pants of the overalls are bagged but appear to fit to his body more easily then the top extremely long straps allow the top to. They tuck into his tan boots that have four collared buckles on the top.

Underneath his overalls is a tank top that is striped yellow with small bands of white in-between. The tank top is equally as loose as the overalls and hangs downward. On each of his arms he has a glove that has the same pattern as the tank top on it. The gloves both have rather large elbow cuffs that are black with two buttons each, matching the gloves on his hands with the space between being the mix of yellow and white.

His lower attire, beyond the overalls, consists of two whit buckle straps around his upper thigh and a yellow sash tied just above his right knee. Around his hips is an over sized belt that hangs loosely and has two leather portions that dip downward. The hanging portion consists of only what could be described as three belts connected to each other width wise that reach to about midway up his thigh. The middle strap of this downward hang is longer and reaches to half way down his calf. This final strand also has a belt buckle on the end, silver as all the others.

His wings, which are rather small due to his own size, are almost charcoal grey in color and when extended, each reach to one arm length long. The right wing is typical to the basic anatomy of a wing as is the left except for one small formation which is almost like a mini wing connected to the base of the original. This mini wing however has no purpose and functions as a part of the whole wing. Beyond the basic features of his wings, each feather tip is slightly darker in color but this is hardly noticeable.

Personality: He is rather carefree in a manner. He doesn’t let things get him down or bother him in any fashion. He hardly has a care in the world and therefore is actually quite innocent when it comes to the rest of the world. His knowledge of outer things is quite low and he realizes this but simply doesn’t understand. His ability to let things not bother him though does of course have its limits. As any younger child, he does have moments where anger can get the better of him or other emotions simply leak through. However, he tries to maintain the smile upon his face.

His attitude towards working is surprisingly very good. He doesn’t slack off or complain unless it is truly something worth complaining about but simply accomplishes what he has been told to do at the fastest pace that he can accomplish it at. He however is not a goody to shoes. He doesn’t suck up to certain people or even attempt to put himself higher than others yet he has a terrible curiosity. Due to his lack of understanding he does try to learn more so that he will one day understand. This causes him to often bother people too much on matters or to get himself involved in matters that he shouldn’t be involved in.

He has a basic respect for a person, specifically an elder, and often listens to them with eager. However, he doesn’t take to criticism very well. He doesn’t understand what others mean when they say that he has done something wrong as it is not a part of his own morals so he doesn’t see the fault in it. He also doesn’t accept being pushed around. He knows what the basic principles of being proper are and he will not allow others to take advantage of him. In all, he has his morals and views and he sticks to them yet he is open to outer opinions, depending on the matter they are about.

History/Biography: Fletcher was born into a poverty stricken family. His father had not been able to acquire a job for almost a year and they could no longer make payments on their house despite his mother’s attempts to gain charity. There was simply no one who had a care what happened to their family. In the end, his mother and father, already parents to a three year old boy, heard about a program. It was more like a rumor but they believed it and decided that they would have another child for the sole purpose of selling that child to the program and so Fletcher was born.

The first few years of his life were rather hard but bearable as he grew up alongside his brother. As most children, he doesn’t remember much of these years but knows what his brother had told him over time. However, as Fletcher aged their family grew deeper and deeper into poverty and soon his older brother showed signs of becoming ill. His parents knew that they needed the money from selling Fletcher as soon as possible and they couldn’t wait any longer. Yet, Fletcher would not be bought due to his age; he was still too young, now only three himself.

As his parent’s treatment towards him degraded he found that his brother was the only person he could accept as a true family member and by the time he was six he knew the truth. His brother had known for years and it was actually due to his efforts that Fletcher was not sold three years ago but now that he had become ill and their parents still had not made an income, they were reconsidering. Fletcher’s older brother obviously didn’t want him to leave but he had no force against their parents. In the end, Fletcher was sold to the program along with his brother. It was a last minute decision to sell both the boys and the only reason their parent’s could ever give was that they simply could not afford to deal with a sick child so they sold their six and nine year old.

As all children in the program, they were put to testing in regards to avian DNA. However, Fletcher’s brother didn’t survive the testing due to his illness and so Fletcher lived on alone, now eight. Sense then, he has forgotten all about his parent’s selling them and anything in regards to what life he lived before becoming a part of the program. He does slightly remember the day they arrived but has forgotten everything that occurred around the time when they were injected with the DNA and therefore does not remember that his brother died. Because of this, he still thinks that his brother lives and now eleven, he wonders the School, always on the lookout for his brother.

Side/Alliance: School/Flock
Power/Ability: Due to Fletcher's lack of memory, his power is directly related to the memories of others. However he can only read another's memory when in contact with them, specifically by placing his hand upon their head. This is hard to do without the person's consent as he is shorter then most others he meets. The person he is reading also can block out certain portions of their memory so that he cannot read them however he does have the capability to read each memory of the person.
Other: Fang


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Username: Xion
Name: Lana
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Appearance: Lana stands 5'6", which is normal for a human girl. She is skinny-ish for her height, most of it being attributed to her being a bird kid. She has a smaller chest than most girls her age. She has quite slim, muscular arms and legs, doing much of the heavier stuff. She runs better than she lifts things, though. Her hands are quite small, given everything else. Her feet are slightly out of proportion, but that's probably because she runs so much, especially barefoot. Her nails are kept very short, not painted. She despises having something covering her nails.

Lana's face isn't very angular but it isn't very round. It's somewhere in the middle. Her black hair ends at the bottom of her chin. It has a nicely tousled look all the time, no matter how much she brushes it. It somehow falls into place even after she flies. Her eyes are very light blue, almost like a Siberian Husky. Looking into them gives you an eerie feeling. They give a feeling of depth; more so than dark eyes. Her eyes have a habit of hiding her true emotions, even when she is falling apart. She has a very low pain tolerance.

Lana's skin tone can go either way, really pale or really tan depending on how much sun she gets. Because of this she can wear almost anything. She usually wears a simple seafoam green shirt with a light design. It is rather long on her and doesn't come even halfway down on her forearms. She wears a black light jacket with a hood on top of that. She usually keeps it zipped up. This jacket has outside pockets and inside pockets. Her jeans are a bit too long for her and aren't that remarkable except for one pocket a bit above her right knee that is about the size of her hand when spread. Her shoes are simple tennis shoes that are white with lavender streaks.

Lana's wings are about eleven feet across when spread out. Her wings are an icy white. They look nearly like angel wings from an angle, but they are not. Angel wings are just white, not the icy white of hers.

Personality: Generally, Lana is a happy person. She tries to make people feel better when they are upset; even though this generally doesn't work, many people thank her for trying. Lana is always worried about offending someone, so she has a habit of biting her tongue. If she doesn't, that means she is either upset or very high on sugar.

No one knows the source of Lana's happiness. Some say that she hides her true feelings with it. Others say that she is naturally this way. Yet others say that she draws her happiness from others. If you ask Lana, herself, she will say the second is true. In all actuality, the first and the third on are the closest to the truth. Regardless, she is happy most of the time. She probably does this to hide her emotions from others, to keep others from worrying about her. She always thinks that others' problems are more important than hers, no matter how bad her problems are.

Lana has an uncanny ability to tell what others are feeling (see below). No one really knows of this power of hers, as she keeps it very hushed. She feels that the more others know about her, the easier it is for them to betray and hurt her. Because of this, she is very hard to get to know. It is very hard for her to trust. Many times she will withhold information because she is scare to let people in.

When Lana comes to trust you, however, it is to be considered a great privilege. She will tell you things that you may never had known about her. Her trust, when full and true, is very hard to break. It is broken only by an attempt to kill her or hurting her – mentally, emotionally or physically - until she cries. Once betrayed, hurt, she will never trust you again, no matter what you do to regain it.

They way Lana deals with anger and sadness could be considered wrong by many. But for her, it works. She bottles everything up. She has a very guy-ish stance on crying. She believes it makes you weak and vulnerable. She may cry time to time, but she thinks it is horrible.

Of course, a bottle can only hold so much. When she can’t hold anything in anymore, she explodes. Each explosion varies depending on how it is set off. If it is set off by anger, something that offends her, she will be angry beyond belief. She will be vicious, losing most sense that she generally has. If she explodes because of something that makes her cry, she will run, leave everyone, and cry alone. If someone tries to help her in some way, she will generally push them away.

On the rare occasions that Lana is deathly serious, she is not to be trifled with. Everything says is true, or she believes it to be true anyways, no matter what anyone else says. No one really argues with her anyways, for she is very passionate about what she says. Arguing is very had to do with Lana on a normal basis, for she always puts up good arguments. It is just harder to argue with her when she is serious. Unless you have a good argument...don't attempt arguing with her.

Lana connects her life with music. When she is frustrated or upset or something, she will sing a line from a song to reflect how she feels. She admits that she cannot sing very well, but some people would beg to differ with her on this subject. However, singing is a major part of her life that will not go away any time soon.

History/Biography: Lana, as soon as she was born, was given to the School for testing. Whether her parents are scientists or people or believe in their cause is still unknown to Lana to this day.

She grew up learning how to use her wings. Everyone thought she was peculiar because her wings did not go with anything else about her. It was considered odd, rare, unique. Something to test. Maybe they would change? They put Lana through several tests when she was about three to see if her wings would change colour. They didn't, of course. If anything, they got whiter.

When she was seven or so, they ran extensive tests on her. Much like the tests they ran on Angel, they had her run, seeing how far she could run and how fast. They tried to make her fly, although her wings were barely developed. These tests were preformed by the people Lana thought she could trust; they were the ones that cared for her, or so she thought. This gave Lana her trust complex.

The tests repeated every two or so years, always getting harder and more stressful on Lana. Many times they left her in tears. A few other kids came during this time and Lana tried to stay happy and strong for them. After all, she had dealt with this her entire life, they hadn't.

During the time when people were brought in, Lana learned of her power of feeling others' emotions. She also became vaguely aware that her nightmare a few years back was coming true. The nightmare of others coming and then them leaving ... being followed ... hurt .... almost killed ... The first part was true, anyways. The other bits...they were probably just after-effects of the testing. One can only take so much electrical shock.

Even so, at 12, Lana decided that they would have to escape somehow. She kept this quiet, only to herself. She didn't want anyone to know. The more people who knew, the more likely it would fail. She didn't want others to go through this. This was worse than torture. This was hell. It was worse than hell. But none of them deserved it. It was just sick and twisted people playing sick and twisted games....trying to see how far they can go without killing. They had came so awfully close with Lana. They had nearly killed her several times. She didn't want anyone else going through that. Ever. So she would have to escape somehow. And she would take the ones that had the same beliefs as her with her. She would never be able to be a leader, she was to non-trusting for that. But she would be able to get it off the ground, and that would help.

She formulated a plan at age 14, but didn't attempt it. They would need a time when the School was off-guard, weak, to escape. If only there was a time... So she has waited three more years, changing her plans accordingly, waiting for the perfect window to escape the School. This 'saving the world' stuff was bull. It was just a way to keep them there. No, they had to be free....

Side: Flock~

Power/Ability: She is, in a sense, a very heightened empath. She can tell what others are feeling, to a point. Some emotions still elude her. The main cause of this is that she has never felt said emotion before. It is constant, this power, although she is slowly learning how to focus on just one person's feelings. When she is in a room with lots of other people, she feels the dominant emotion. When by herself, she crumbles and starts crying for she is so reliant on the other feelings. She hardly knows what she feels anymore.

Other: Fangie's favourite character is Fang NICK.

Lana has chronic nightmares almost every night. Most of the time, her mind blocks them out after she wakes up. Although sometimes she remembers them after she wakes up. It frightens her, for no one else has them. (This is going her because I have no idea where else to put them. I was thinking 'power/ability' as they slightly resemble future events when she can remember them. She rarely realises this until quite a while afterwards, though. So, can I put this there?)


.::Neutral Characters::.

Username: Inhuman Rampage (Aka Klowii. 8D)
Name: Nerezza
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Appearance: Just by taking one look at Nerezza you would get the idea that she is very sick because of how pale and skinny she is. That isn't the case at all. She just doesn't see the sunlight very often, and she doesn't really eat all that much either. Her arms, waist, and legs are very thin. They almost look as if you could break her bones just by touching her. She is very weak in her arms. She often has trouble lifting heavy things. She isn't all that weak in her legs, surprisingly. She can kick very hard when she needs to.

Nerezza is very short and rather petite. She only reaches up to a height of 4'8" and she only weighs in at a low weight of 87 pounds. Her hair is as black as night. Her bangs go straight across her face and are choppy in some spots. They cover up her thin eyebrows, but not her brilliant green eyes. Her hair is wavy and somewhat curly. It goes down past her shoulders, curling at the ends slightly. Around her neck she wears a black piece of ribbon that always looks like it is choking her when that is not the case at all.

For clothes, Nerezza wears a black long sleeved shirts. The sleeved go past her hands only showing the tips of her sharp nails that are almost always painted black. Near the neck of her shirt, it dips a little and goes back up slightly creating a jagged appearance. For lower wear she wears a pair of dark blue tattered jeans. They are torn in many spots around the knees and near her feet. Nerezza has to use a chained belt to hold them up since they are a little small on her. Her jeans cover her shoes slightly, and the drag on the ground as she walks. Over the years they have torn and wore down so they aren't dragging as badly. For shoes she wears a pair of black converse that are tied loosely. The ties never come undone, however.

Nerezza's wings are a very deep shade of black, almost as black as her soul. They arch elegantly when she unfurls them, and they span out to around 8 feet when fully extended. When she retracts them, they are only around 4 or 5 feet in length.

Personality: Nerezza is a very mysterious person. She always has a sly smile on her face, as if she is up to no good at all. Her bright green eyes are also seen staring off into space, almost lifeless. Nerezza writes on her arms and hands with a sharpie marker that she stole from a scientist. She covers it up with her sleeves, though. If one was to see what she was writing, it wouldn't make sense to them since she writes whatever is on her mind.

Nerezza isn't exactly a calm person. Sudden things get her worked up which is when her powers often kick in. She then goes into a slight state of panic and it takes her a little bit to calm down. Someone who is close to her getting hurt, or someone just pissing her off gets her upset too.

She will think before she does things, planning her actions out carefully so she doesn't get hurt. When in peril, however, she will be as reckless as she wants to. Nerezza doesn't share her thought with anyone, however. She always keeps her opinions and feelings to herself.

Nerezza is never happy. She has been happy at all in her whole 15 years of living. The only times she smiles is the sly little smile that is usually on her face. She has never laughed at anything that anyone has said, not usually finding things funny at all.

She is usually very quiet, talking in a small voice if someone speaks to her. Nerezza will not respond to someone if they have yelled at her, and she will shrink back. She hates loud noises and loud people. They make her feel like she has done something wrong, especially if they are yelling loudly at her.

History/Biography: Nerezza never knew who her parents were. When she was very young she was taken to the School and she had the avian DNA injected into her. She didn't understand why the scientists even did this to her since she didn't think that she did anything wrong. The first thought was that her parents didn't love her and that she was a mistake. The only thing that kept her from thinking that was deep down in her heart somewhere she knew that wasn't right. Regardless, she always thought this no matter how many times she tried to deny it.

When she was only 10 years old, she discovered what her power was. The scientists had made her very angry by putting her down. It was a beautifully sunny day out until she became angry. The sky clouded over very quickly, and rain began to pour down. Lightning crashed loudly, almost striking the building. The light bulbs in the lights above them exploded one by one, down the rows and eventually through the whole building. Tables shook violently and the windows blew out. Rain poured in through the window getting documents and files wet.

It was easy to tell that she was in a rotten mood. She got calmed down by one of the scientists, and the raging storm outside stopped. That didn't fix the windows or lights, though. She was still is a pretty faulty mood. When she went back to her cell, she lost it once more. Rain began to pour again and thunder crashed loudly outside. It stormed for the next few hours until she completely calmed down and fell asleep.

When she was 12 she discovered another small power. She looked at a table, and then quickly moved her eyes to the wall. The table flew without hesitation, and broke to pieces as it came in contact with the brick walls. The scientists didn't know that it was her, however. She tried it on other objects that day, like her cell door, and some of the scientists. It didn't work, unfortunately. Nerezza thought that she would have to be in a rotten mood for it to work, but nothing was making her upset so she disregarded it.

As she grew older, she began to block herself out from the world, not speaking to anyone at all. She didn't look at anyone either, not bothering to even try to make friends either. She stole a sharpie from a table, and she wrote all over her arms. She often wrote the lyrics to a song that she had heard from somewhere.

Side/Alliance: Neutral
Power/Ability:When Nerezza gets upset or angry, the sky clouds over and a storm whips up. Things around her begin to shake and sometimes crash into walls or other objects. Any glass that is around her shatters too. She can sometimes move objects, but that is only if she is about to be upset or angered by something or someone.
Other: Fang ish Fangie's favorite character. c:

.::The School::.

I'll edit later. Gotta go. Fast.

This post has been edited by FangChan13: Apr 28 2011, 09:21 PM

[Judool]

Username: Inhuman Rampage (You can call me Klowii if you want to. X3)
Name: Melissa VanEtten
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Appearance: Melissa has a rather short build only reaching 4'11" and weighing in at 97 pounds. She has a frail appearance, since she appears to not have muscle at all. That fact is true, but be sure not to underestimate her power. Her skin is pretty pale, but nothing near a ghostly white color at all.

Her hair is jet black, and very long. Her bangs are styled in a choppy short of fashion. They aren't really equal length at all and they fall in front of her bright reddish orange eyes. Her hair is rather long, reaching down a few inches past her waist. On the back of her head is a large green bow that is clipped on. Oddly enough it never falls off when she is flying or doing any tests in the school.

For upper wear, Melissa wears a white collared short sleeved shirt. The sleeves are loose fitting around her arms. On the from of her shirt there is a large red gem. Melissa doesn't think that it is there for looks at all. Around them gem is a black outline that goes down the middle of her stomach. The black is outlined with green frill that goes down the middle of her stomach as well. Her shirt seems to end up higher in the middle versus on the sides, since it appears to be a shirt that you would tuck into your pants or skirt. She wears a red stone bracelet around her right wrist. She never takes it off either.

For lower wear Melissa wears a long green skirt. It ends just slightly above her knees. There is black frill that borders the ends of the skirt making it appear slightly longer. She wears black socks that go a few inches above her knees. For shoes she wears a pair of green flats, nothing too fancy.

Her wings are a beautiful shade of gray, almost black. Near the meeting point of the two of them, there is white that goes out a little bit and then ends. When her wings are fully extended, they are almost 10 feet in length. When held back slightly, they are only around 6 or 7 feet across.

Personality: Melissa has a pretty odd personality according to others. She isn't all that happy that much, not even fake smiling or laughing. The only time she smiles or laughs is out of pure insanity. Unfortunately for those around her, Melissa is insane. She tries to keep it to herself, thinking about torturing people and killing them off. She, however, would never think of killing the people that she is around oddly enough. Especially is the have avian DNA in them since she knows what hell it is to be locked up in the School.

Melissa is very quick to anger. If someone bumps into her she gets pretty angry. It depends on how angry the person made her as to whether she will lash out physically or with words. If someone hits her, then she'll hit them back without any hesitation. She doesn't take that kind of stuff from anybody, even if they do happen to be her friends. She doesn't really think about actions much, she just gets an idea into her mind and she tries to accomplish it. She never thinks before she acts.

She doesn't ever get sad. Not even when she thinks about death, pain, fear, or suffering. She doesn't ever cry, no matter how much she is hurting. She has a pretty high tolerance for pain but there is an extent to how much she can take. Melissa can get cut multiple times and still be up to fight, but if the cuts are very deep and in areas that are a danger to her health like on her neck, then she will step down. Broken bones also effect her fighting.

Melissa often keeps quiet and only speaks when spoken to. She tries to respect everyone's opinions no matter how stupid and pointless they sound. She keeps to herself, not sharing any of her thoughts with those that she doesn't find worthy of her time. She can work well in groups, feeding off of other people's ideas to make her own, but she works better alone.

Once you get to know Melissa, she really isn't all that bad. She slowly opens up and begins to trust those around her if they treat her nicely and not like trash. If she knows the people that she is working with, then she will share her thoughts more, and try and contribute to conversations rather than just standing off to the side and not caring.

History/Biography: Melissa grew up in a small family. She had no siblings at all. Her parents loved her very much even though she was a trouble maker. She would get in trouble a lot during school, mainly for fights and disrespecting the teachers. She never had friends in grade school, everyone preferred to stay away from her just in case she lost it. She didn't care if the kids didn't like her or not.

When she was 12 years old, she found a lighter on the ground. She had seen her father use one to light cigars and birthday candles. She tried to burn a few things, like sticks and a few dry leafs. She decided to keep the lighter thinking it would be useful. She kept it in a drawer next to her bed so it would always be handy just in case.

On her 13th birthday, her mother gave her a bracelet that was passed down through her family. She loved it dearly and made sure that nothing ever happened to it at all. She didn't let anyone else touch it and it was always resting on her right wrist. Before she went to sleep, she tried to burn some stuff. She grabbed the lighter and began to burn pieces of paper. Melissa played a game where she would see how long she could hold the paper before it burned away.

On the first try, and got scared and dropped it. The carpet on the floor instantly began to burn along with the walls and soon the whole room. The door was almost blocked by the flames but she ran through them and ran out, not looking behind her at all. She didn't know what was going to happen to her parents, she didn't know what was going to happen to the house. All she wanted to do was to just get away from the world.

She lived in the alleyways of the city. To get money, she would lure people back into the alleyway and then kill them. She would take everything that they had, and anything that appeared valuable like jewelry. She then began to realize that these people were smart since no one walked by the alley anymore. Deprived of hope, she just waited for more people to walk by.

Around the time she was 14, a few strange people appeared in the alleyway. She didn't even have to lure them back. Before she could strike, the offered her a deal. They told her that if they became a part of a test, she could live in a nice building full of nice people. She was fooled into these lies, and she went to be a part of a test. At the time, Melissa thought it would be a test like the ones she used to take in Science class.

Oh how wrong she was. After the DNA was injected into her, she hated everyone there with all her heart. It wasn't all bad, though. She met a few people just like her there. She even met her first actual friend. They never saw each other, but they talked since their cells were next to each others. After a while, her friend did not respond. On her next test, she asked what had happened to her. The scientists without any expression said that she was killed.

This angered her beyond anything. Her bracelet on her right wrist grew in size, and a large amount of burning fire exploded from it. Luckily the walls were fire resistant or the whole building could have gone up in flames. This attack took so much energy out of her, that she fell to the ground. She was out of it before she could even see the scientists expressions.

Over a course of a year and a half, she tried to master this ability. She could stay awake after using it, but she had to sit down for a little while. The scientists tracked all of her progress over the year, and they weren't very impressed. They tried to push her to do two of those attacks in one day, and sometimes even three. Melissa was very furious with this, and she turned and attacked the scientists. They burned up instantly, and she fell to the ground. She had done 3 attacks in one day, and that was all her body could handle.

She fell to the ground hard, out cold once more. When she woke up she was in a padded room, like what you would see in an asylum. Melissa didn't mind this. At least it kept all the noise out.

Side/Alliance: The Flock
Power/Ability: She can emit a large explosion of flames from her bracelet on her right hand. The gem on her shirt seems to have a connection with it as well. She can only do two attack in one day, and if she does three then she goes unconscious for a while. The attacks can not be one after the other either. She has to wait a few hours before she tries once more. If she does two in a row, then she has to lay down for a little while, regaining her energy up.

Other: Fang is Fangie's favorite character. Fang also is Klowii's favorite character too. |D

Done! <3

This post has been edited by Inhuman Rampage: Mar 30 2011, 09:06 PM

[Xion]

Me = Flock. End of discussion. I'll work on her while in the Cities.

[Wishful Jirachi]

lol, all the action will be in the flock and flyboy most likely..... so what choice is there really?
I'mma say school but hears about flocks idea and therefore joins. I'm feeling a younger character right now so they wouldn't have been at the school long so just hearing about the flock at the start of the rp would make sense to me. We'll see how it goes.


Going to my dad's the next week. Not sure how much internet access I will get with my step mom using the computer and my brother steeling and hogging the computer when she isn't on.
(^Yes wonderful timing isn't it)

----(Stores profile)-------

Username: Wishful Jirachi
Name: Fletcher Freed
Age: 11
Gender: Male
Appearance: him/ Standing at a height of 4’ 8” with a somewhat pale complexion and toothpick like limbs, he appears to be a small child that is easily damaged for his age. His muscles, like most young boys are fit but not extremely buff. His shoulders have not yet grown out to the broad state that they most likely will be when he ages along with his face which is free from a smoothly formed chin, instead having slightly budgie cheeks. His eyes are a mixture of a brown-ish amber that in certain light tends to have the impression of being darker than normal. His hair, which spikes outward and upward, due to his hat, is blue in color and collects by his ears and between his eyes.

For apparel he wears his hat which parts his hair. The hat, which has no top and allows his hair to come out through and spike to the right, is black and yellow in color. It mainly consists of a band about three inches in width which has a one inch yellow band and belt buckle in the middle. These bands wrap around his head while on each side of the hat are two ear cuffs that reach to the base of his shoulders and have small buckles on the ends.

The main portion of his clothing is a pair of black pajama styled overalls. It is a very loose fit and slips down to half way down his chest, more so on the left side then the right. The straps of the overalls cross in the back, forming the base of the pants. There are six buttons on the front of the overalls, each placed at the top in the center an equal distance from each other. The pants of the overalls are bagged but appear to fit to his body more easily then the top extremely long straps allow the top to. They tuck into his tan boots that have four collared buckles on the top.

Underneath his overalls is a tank top that is striped yellow with small bands of white in-between. The tank top is equally as loose as the overalls and hangs downward. On each of his arms he has a glove that has the same pattern as the tank top on it. The gloves both have rather large elbow cuffs that are black with two buttons each, matching the gloves on his hands with the space between being the mix of yellow and white.

His lower attire, beyond the overalls, consists of two whit buckle straps around his upper thigh and a yellow sash tied just above his right knee. Around his hips is an over sized belt that hangs loosely and has two leather portions that dip downward. The hanging portion consists of only what could be described as three belts connected to each other width wise that reach to about midway up his thigh. The middle strap of this downward hang is longer and reaches to half way down his calf. This final strand also has a belt buckle on the end, silver as all the others.

His wings, which are rather small due to his own size, are almost charcoal grey in color and when extended, each reach to one arm length long. The right wing is typical to the basic anatomy of a wing as is the left except for one small formation which is almost like a mini wing connected to the base of the original. This mini wing however has no purpose and functions as a part of the whole wing. Beyond the basic features of his wings, each feather tip is slightly darker in color but this is hardly noticeable.

Personality: He is rather carefree in a manner. He doesn’t let things get him down or bother him in any fashion. He hardly has a care in the world and therefore is actually quite innocent when it comes to the rest of the world. His knowledge of outer things is quite low and he realizes this but simply doesn’t understand. His ability to let things not bother him though does of course have its limits. As any younger child, he does have moments where anger can get the better of him or other emotions simply leak through. However, he tries to maintain the smile upon his face.

His attitude towards working is surprisingly very good. He doesn’t slack off or complain unless it is truly something worth complaining about but simply accomplishes what he has been told to do at the fastest pace that he can accomplish it at. He however is not a goody to shoes. He doesn’t suck up to certain people or even attempt to put himself higher than others yet he has a terrible curiosity. Due to his lack of understanding he does try to learn more so that he will one day understand. This causes him to often bother people too much on matters or to get himself involved in matters that he shouldn’t be involved in.

He has a basic respect for a person, specifically an elder, and often listens to them with eager. However, he doesn’t take to criticism very well. He doesn’t understand what others mean when they say that he has done something wrong as it is not a part of his own morals so he doesn’t see the fault in it. He also doesn’t accept being pushed around. He knows what the basic principles of being proper are and he will not allow others to take advantage of him. In all, he has his morals and views and he sticks to them yet he is open to outer opinions, depending on the matter they are about.

History/Biography: Fletcher was born into a poverty stricken family. His father had not been able to acquire a job for almost a year and they could no longer make payments on their house despite his mother’s attempts to gain charity. There was simply no one who had a care what happened to their family. In the end, his mother and father, already parents to a three year old boy, heard about a program. It was more like a rumor but they believed it and decided that they would have another child for the sole purpose of selling that child to the program and so Fletcher was born.

The first few years of his life were rather hard but bearable as he grew up alongside his brother. As most children, he doesn’t remember much of these years but knows what his brother had told him over time. However, as Fletcher aged their family grew deeper and deeper into poverty and soon his older brother showed signs of becoming ill. His parents knew that they needed the money from selling Fletcher as soon as possible and they couldn’t wait any longer. Yet, Fletcher would not be bought due to his age; he was still too young, now only three himself.

As his parent’s treatment towards him degraded he found that his brother was the only person he could accept as a true family member and by the time he was six he knew the truth. His brother had known for years and it was actually due to his efforts that Fletcher was not sold three years ago but now that he had become ill and their parents still had not made an income, they were reconsidering. Fletcher’s older brother obviously didn’t want him to leave but he had no force against their parents. In the end, Fletcher was sold to the program along with his brother. It was a last minute decision to sell both the boys and the only reason their parent’s could ever give was that they simply could not afford to deal with a sick child so they sold their six and nine year old.

As all children in the program, they were put to testing in regards to avian DNA. However, Fletcher’s brother didn’t survive the testing due to his illness and so Fletcher lived on alone, now eight. Sense then, he has forgotten all about his parent’s selling them and anything in regards to what life he lived before becoming a part of the program. He does slightly remember the day they arrived but has forgotten everything that occurred around the time when they were injected with the DNA and therefore does not remember that his brother died. Because of this, he still thinks that his brother lives and now eleven, he wonders the School, always on the lookout for his brother.

Side/Alliance: School/Flock
Other: Fang
Power: Due to Fletcher's lack of memory, his power is directly related to the memories of others. However he can only read another's memory when in contact with them, specifically by placing his hand upon their head. This is hard to do without the person's consent as he is shorter then most others he meets. The person he is reading also can block out certain portions of their memory so that he cannot read them however he does have the capability to read each memory of the person.

This post has been edited by Wishful Jirachi: Apr 9 2011, 01:43 PM

[sensiblesoap]

Inhuman: Absolutely. C:

Xion: Of course you get a spot!

Wishie: xD Are you gonna be with the Flock? I need to reserve a spot for you. Yours says 'School/Flock', so I'm a bit confused, even if it IS unfinished. C:

Everyone: I suppose I'll start on mine soon. Cx

[Darkrow]

Flockity Flock for Darkie.

[Wishful Jirachi]

Flock Fang. I'm assuming we are going to start in the school thinking of a plan, no?
I was thinking that he might be able to overhear or somehow find out instead of having that be all backstory.
That okay?

This post has been edited by Wishful Jirachi: Mar 30 2011, 04:58 PM

[sensiblesoap]

Darkie: Alrighty. C:
Wishie: Flock. Mkay. Yes, we're starting in the lab/School. The history would be, like, how you got taken to/donated to the lab/whatever/whyever else you might be in the lab.

Everyone: We might have to make two characters to be with the School. ._.

[Xion]

Username: Xion
Name: Lana
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Appearance: Lana stands 5'6", which is normal for a human girl. She is skinny-ish for her height, most of it being attributed to her being a bird kid. She has a smaller chest than most girls her age. She has quite slim, muscular arms and legs, doing much of the heavier stuff. She runs better than she lifts things, though. Her hands are quite small, given everything else. Her feet are slightly out of proportion, but that's probably because she runs so much, especially barefoot. Her nails are kept very short, not painted. She despises having something covering her nails.

Lana's face isn't very angular but it isn't very round. It's somewhere in the middle. Her black hair ends at the bottom of her chin. It has a nicely tousled look all the time, no matter how much she brushes it. It somehow falls into place even after she flies. Her eyes are very light blue, almost like a Siberian Husky. Looking into them gives you an eerie feeling. They give a feeling of depth; more so than dark eyes. Her eyes have a habit of hiding her true emotions, even when she is falling apart. She has a very low pain tolerance.

Lana's skin tone can go either way, really pale or really tan depending on how much sun she gets. Because of this she can wear almost anything. She usually wears a simple seafoam green shirt with a light design. It is rather long on her and doesn't come even halfway down on her forearms. She wears a black light jacket with a hood on top of that. She usually keeps it zipped up. This jacket has outside pockets and inside pockets. Her jeans are a bit too long for her and aren't that remarkable except for one pocket a bit above her right knee that is about the size of her hand when spread. Her shoes are simple tennis shoes that are white with lavender streaks.

Lana's wings are about eleven feet across when spread out. Her wings are an icy white. They look nearly like angel wings from an angle, but they are not. Angel wings are just white, not the icy white of hers.

Personality: Generally, Lana is a happy person. She tries to make people feel better when they are upset; even though this generally doesn't work, many people thank her for trying. Lana is always worried about offending someone, so she has a habit of biting her tongue. If she doesn't, that means she is either upset or very high on sugar.

No one knows the source of Lana's happiness. Some say that she hides her true feelings with it. Others say that she is naturally this way. Yet others say that she draws her happiness from others. If you ask Lana, herself, she will say the second is true. In all actuality, the first and the third on are the closest to the truth. Regardless, she is happy most of the time. She probably does this to hide her emotions from others, to keep others from worrying about her. She always thinks that others' problems are more important than hers, no matter how bad her problems are.

Lana has an uncanny ability to tell what others are feeling (see below). No one really knows of this power of hers, as she keeps it very hushed. She feels that the more others know about her, the easier it is for them to betray and hurt her. Because of this, she is very hard to get to know. It is very hard for her to trust. Many times she will withhold information because she is scare to let people in.

When Lana comes to trust you, however, it is to be considered a great privilege. She will tell you things that you may never had known about her. Her trust, when full and true, is very hard to break. It is broken only by an attempt to kill her or hurting her – mentally, emotionally or physically - until she cries. Once betrayed, hurt, she will never trust you again, no matter what you do to regain it.

They way Lana deals with anger and sadness could be considered wrong by many. But for her, it works. She bottles everything up. She has a very guy-ish stance on crying. She believes it makes you weak and vulnerable. She may cry time to time, but she thinks it is horrible.

Of course, a bottle can only hold so much. When she can’t hold anything in anymore, she explodes. Each explosion varies depending on how it is set off. If it is set off by anger, something that offends her, she will be angry beyond belief. She will be vicious, losing most sense that she generally has. If she explodes because of something that makes her cry, she will run, leave everyone, and cry alone. If someone tries to help her in some way, she will generally push them away.

On the rare occasions that Lana is deathly serious, she is not to be trifled with. Everything says is true, or she believes it to be true anyways, no matter what anyone else says. No one really argues with her anyways, for she is very passionate about what she says. Arguing is very had to do with Lana on a normal basis, for she always puts up good arguments. It is just harder to argue with her when she is serious. Unless you have a good argument...don't attempt arguing with her.

Lana connects her life with music. When she is frustrated or upset or something, she will sing a line from a song to reflect how she feels. She admits that she cannot sing very well, but some people would beg to differ with her on this subject. However, singing is a major part of her life that will not go away any time soon.

History/Biography: Lana, as soon as she was born, was given to the School for testing. Whether her parents are scientists or people or believe in their cause is still unknown to Lana to this day.

She grew up learning how to use her wings. Everyone thought she was peculiar because her wings did not go with anything else about her. It was considered odd, rare, unique. Something to test. Maybe they would change? They put Lana through several tests when she was about three to see if her wings would change colour. They didn't, of course. If anything, they got whiter.

When she was seven or so, they ran extensive tests on her. Much like the tests they ran on Angel, they had her run, seeing how far she could run and how fast. They tried to make her fly, although her wings were barely developed. These tests were preformed by the people Lana thought she could trust; they were the ones that cared for her, or so she thought. This gave Lana her trust complex.

The tests repeated every two or so years, always getting harder and more stressful on Lana. Many times they left her in tears. A few other kids came during this time and Lana tried to stay happy and strong for them. After all, she had dealt with this her entire life, they hadn't.

During the time when people were brought in, Lana learned of her power of feeling others' emotions. She also became vaguely aware that her nightmare a few years back was coming true. The nightmare of others coming and then them leaving ... being followed ... hurt .... almost killed ... The first part was true, anyways. The other bits...they were probably just after-effects of the testing. One can only take so much electrical shock.

Even so, at 12, Lana decided that they would have to escape somehow. She kept this quiet, only to herself. She didn't want anyone to know. The more people who knew, the more likely it would fail. She didn't want others to go through this. This was worse than torture. This was hell. It was worse than hell. But none of them deserved it. It was just sick and twisted people playing sick and twisted games....trying to see how far they can go without killing. They had came so awfully close with Lana. They had nearly killed her several times. She didn't want anyone else going through that. Ever. So she would have to escape somehow. And she would take the ones that had the same beliefs as her with her. She would never be able to be a leader, she was to non-trusting for that. But she would be able to get it off the ground, and that would help.

She formulated a plan at age 14, but didn't attempt it. They would need a time when the School was off-guard, weak, to escape. If only there was a time... So she has waited three more years, changing her plans accordingly, waiting for the perfect window to escape the School. This 'saving the world' stuff was bull. It was just a way to keep them there. No, they had to be free....

Side: Flock~

Power/Ability: She is, in a sense, a very heightened empath. She can tell what others are feeling, to a point. Some emotions still elude her. The main cause of this is that she has never felt said emotion before. It is constant, this power, although she is slowly learning how to focus on just one person's feelings. When she is in a room with lots of other people, she feels the dominant emotion. When by herself, she crumbles and starts crying for she is so reliant on the other feelings. She hardly knows what she feels anymore.

Other: Fangie's favourite character is Fang NICK.

Lana has chronic nightmares almost every night. Most of the time, her mind blocks them out after she wakes up. Although sometimes she remembers them after she wakes up. It frightens her, for no one else has them. (This is going her because I have no idea where else to put them. I was thinking 'power/ability' as they slightly resemble future events when she can remember them. She rarely realises this until quite a while afterwards, though. So, can I put this there?)


GOT SOMETHING.

This post has been edited by Xion: Apr 11 2011, 02:45 PM

[Klowii is Sexy]

Flock reserve please? I read this series when I was bored after I'd broken my leg 'bout a week back,

[sensiblesoap]

Kayy. That's the LAST of the flock reserves. So, anyone else will be either Neutral or with the School. Also, just a note, 'neutral' might side with either when the time comes. *shrug*

[sensiblesoap]

Double Post because I can:

GAWD. You're profile is ALREADY long, Wishie. O-< I'm working on mine, but I'm not past the first paragraph in the appearance. Cx

[Wishful Jirachi]

lol, I like your reason for double post. =P
Well I'm finished beyond the basic ability that he would have. It's kind of a trivial matter and technically there is no proper place in the form for it so I'll think about it and add it in later on if needed or just implement it into the rp. So, profile complete. I do have to say that the history is shorter then I wanted....

[Xion]

Holy .... crabcakes, Wishie! ._. Are you trying to educate an army? (Not meant to be offensive.)

[Wishful Jirachi]

Holy .... crabcakes, Wishie! ._. Are you trying to educate an army? (Not meant to be offensive.)

lol. I've done longer then that before.........=P
(So didn't come off as offensive either)

Edit: To tell you the truth Dark's will probably be longer then mine. His normally tend to be a bit longer or obsessively longer. One of the two.

This post has been edited by Wishful Jirachi: Mar 30 2011, 07:22 PM

[Xion]

Obsessively longer. Almost guaranteed. Because it's Dark. XD

[Darkrow]

Reputation.

I has it. |D

[Wishful Jirachi]

lol, don't get full of it. =P

[Darkrow]

Nah, I just find it amusing. XD

[sensiblesoap]

Wishie: Actually, I should add that in to the form. ASDF. FAIL. xD I'll read it later and such, I'm still trying to work on mine, and we all know I suck BADLY at these. Cx

Darkie. Reputation. You HAS it. xD

(By the way, the new Max Ride book says something. Then it says "I has it". C; I loved that.)

EDIT: I added it in. Right under Side/Alliance.

This post has been edited by FangChan13: Mar 30 2011, 08:16 PM