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Shadowpetal's Characters
« on: July 02, 2012, 09:41:33 pm »
Please don't reply to this thread. This thread is just for my characters.

I don't pick out characters to roleplay with but pick out plots first! I make original characters for all my plots so I don't have cookie cutter characters that I just copy and paste into my roleplays.

All characters 18+ human years
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« Reply #1 on: October 25, 2012, 02:28:39 pm »
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~♥♥♥ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Sawyer Lovell | 32 | Doctor at Angels Memorial Hospital▬▬▬▬▬▬▬♥♥♥~



Sawyer had been working at Angels Memorial Hospital for the last four years, having his residency and internship here. He was even thinking of finishing his fellowship there as well but right then he was on hold on his education. He felt like he was a bit stuck in life. Having gotten married only a year ago he should be ecstatic and in the honeymoon stage still however, he honestly could care less of what his wife was doing. She was doing the same, already off somewhere in some lascivious spa burning his money like it was nothing. Stuck in a marriage that he was regretting he felt like he was getting stuck in life as well. He could almost say he was stuck in love, but it wasn't with his wife. It was with a man that he hadn't seen since they were in undergraduate school dreaming of residency life and beating each other in smarts. However that man had gone off to war leaving him waiting behind. They had promised each other to stay in touch to not let the distance diminish their relationship. Yet letters could only do so much to soothe an aching hurt for a loved one, to cool the burning lust for a gorgeous man, or distill the hope that had rose in him as they subtly hint at more than just friendly feelings for each other. He had been so close to having the man, of actually confessing him...Unfortunately the letters stopped before further could be said. It was lost on him why the other man never returned his letters to him. He was sure he sent them out. Before he had gotten married, Scarlet had helped him mail them as he didn't have time in his busy schedule. Never did they come back stamped with failed to mail or anything of the sort they had to go somewhere. All Sawyer could think was that he'd read it all wrong. That the other man had become uncomfortable with his feelings and just ended their relationship. The other explanation only had Sawyer's hands shaking in anxiousness as he couldn't even imagine the other man getting hurt in war, yet it was a real possibility.

However, Sawyer was closer to Kei than any person he'd ever met. He was on first name bases with his parents, knew where their home was. After the letters had stopped, he'd visited Kei's parents to only find out the man was doing fantastic overseas. He had not been injured at all leaving the first explanation the only option. Jaded Sawyer gave up on the other, at least mentally. Despite what he may think, he was still hung up on the other man. He had never had sex with another man as he wanted to save himself for the other, a hopeless romantic in thinking that he was only Kei's when they hadn't even dated. He didn't even recognize other people as potential lovers as his eyes were only for Kei. He only managed to get married to Scarlet as the woman was insistent, even proposing to him and leading the entire relationship. He allowed it all to happen as in the beginning she had made him feel better, had great conversations with her but now...it was all so dull and aggravating.

At least at work he knew were he stood, knew what he had to do and he did it very well. It was the only thing he was sure about and understood fully. Working in the ER the day was never still and never boring. Having already been at work for about 6 hours, Sawyer was in his rhythm. Greeting the ambulances as they came in, Sawyer took on a patient in cardiac arrest after a motorcycle accident. Quickly he took over compression as he jumped unto the gurney and shouting out orders. Before Kei had arrived, Sawyer was the man in charge in the ER unless the director of the ER showed up.

As he was wheeled into the ER, Sawyer was still shouting orders until they came into the recess bay where the goal was to stabilize the patient before the transported them anywhere else in the hospital. Sawyer noticed the patient's garniled arms, face and torso. Along with his damaged skin was his failing heart and the fact that he hand a broken femur that poked out of the skin and pushed past the proximal femur.

As soon as he was in the recess bay he hoped off ordered someone else to compress while he moved to access the broken leg. He felt for pulse at the ankle bone and found none. Sawyer knew the bone had to be reset to reform the blood flow to the leg but the heart was the first priority. While he had accessed the leg, the nurses and other doctors had attached the patient to IV, heart monitor and ripped his clothing off. Noticing the irregular heart wave on the monitor after having told the person to stop compressions he realized what they needed to do. He grabbed the sticky pads of the heart shock and let it shock the patient's heart. It didn't work the first time but it did work the second time. A regular heartbeat displayed on the screen leaving Sawyer to go back to the leg. With help he reset the bone, reintroducing the pulse in the patient's leg.

After the patient was finally stable he ordered the other's to take him to bed and call for a ortho consult and to dress his skid wounds. They weren't deep enough for grates but would need good dressings to heal properly without infection.
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« Reply #2 on: October 25, 2012, 02:29:37 pm »


Everette Steele || 26 || Famous celebrity of hit movies and tv shows
Left chest tattoo on pec in an upper curve - "Leave me wild"

Right Shoulder tattoo -

Right horizontal rib tattoo - I am the architect of my own destruction

Right Outside hand tattoo -

Left outside hand tattoo - trust no one

Left inner bicep Tattoo - Dream as if you'll live forever. Live as if you'll die tomorrow

Right inner wirst Tattoo -

Forearm tattoo -
- the octopus will be wrapped around an anatomically correct heart

Forearms -

Running along the outer right forearm (elbow to wrist) - "vous etes votre seule limite" Translation: You are you're only limit.

Right Inner hip tattoo -

Inner thigh high up so that it is only seen when you're basically giving him pleasure - "M'aimer pour qui je suis" (Translation: Love me for who I am)

He sighed, completely content in the dimly light hall pressed into the wall by a stranger. He had his eyes closed, his chin tilted upwards as he relaxed into the man's touch letting the sensations wash over him letting him forget all about his high stung agent who had been lecturing him all week. The man had annoyed him about his unsensible nightly routines and uncensored photos that always happened to appear on the news. He always wondered how those people got such enticing photos. He rolled his eyes looking down at the wonderfully pretty man between his legs. At the sight of the other freeing his throbbing erection, groping the length and having him feel that anticipation building as he looked down at him he felt all his worries fall away. How could he stop his wondered life? Things were just too good. His hand snaked into the beauty's dark locks egging him into his hips with a seducing smirk.
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« Reply #3 on: October 25, 2012, 02:30:12 pm »

~♥♥♥ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Everette Steele [Eve] | 28 | Doctor at Mercy General Hospital▬▬▬▬▬▬▬♥♥♥~

Exhaling he tried to steady his heart rate but he couldn't. He had been told to meet his new boss as soon as he came into work. That was never a good sign. He never remembered being called into the office on the first day of work. He hadn't done anything yet so he couldn't be congratulated yet but he couldn't be lectured either. So what could the man possibly want so early in the morning? He tried to convince himself that it was just routine and that nothing was seriously wrong. Besides who wouldn't want to hire Everette? He had been the top of his class both in undergraduate school and medical school. He also had been a president for a couple of clubs during school as well as was committed to his research. He was immediately hired after graduation into his intense surgical residency. He just finished his residency thus the new jow as an ER doctor at Mercy General, however, Everette wasn't done yet. He loved the medical field and wanted to soak up as much as he could. He was already thinking about his advanced care and what he was going to specialize in. He found he really enjoyed the fast pace world of trauma medicine. He might just become a surgeon for them.

Getting the job at the prestigious Mercy General wasn't the easiest thing though. Many applicants had applied and the ER doctor position was the most desired amongst rookie doctors. He supposed it help to have a wife so well connected. Apparently, his wife knew the president who was on the hospital board. He was so excited to get started and start treating patients but he had that, unfortunately, meeting with his boss. He hoped the man approved of his qualifications. He didn't know what he'd do if the man ended up hating him.

He breathed out through his nose as he stepped up to the door, the nameplate on the door labeling the room as the man he needed to see. Quickly he ran his fingers through his blonde hair, still slightly damp from his shower that morning before reaching out and knocking politely on the door. He waited to see if he heard anything but was only greeted with silence. He knocked once more, confused when yet again he heard nothing. Pressing his lips together he turned the knob and open the door to only find the office empty. What? Wasn't he supposed to meet the man in his office? Had he heard wrong on the phone? He was so sure that he was supposed to meet his boss hear in his office that morning.

He didn't think it would be a good idea to leave and come back later, he stepped in, closing the door behind. He took a seat in the chairs opposite of the desk, curiously looking around. Before he could get distracted, his mind wondered to what happened last night. He had barely gotten the kitchen cleaned up of all the blood...

Last night he had found a stray wandering the streets. Of course, it had to be storming outside and the poor thing was barely moving as it hid behind a couple of trashcans. It was even worse when he had gotten the stray into his house. The light exposed the severity of the dog's wounds which had Everette feeling so terrible for it. He couldn't help but wonder what had happened to the dog, who would be so cruel to harm such an innocent animal like this? Everette used his medical skills to bandage up the wounds enough so that they'd stop bleeding. It was so late he couldn't take the animal to the vet but he was determined to get him there in the morning. But before he even could it was gone. Not just gone but transformed.

He shook his head trying to clear it of the obviously insane thoughts. There was no way he saw what he did. He must have been sleep deprived or something but there was no way the dog had transformed into a man let alone him. Yet his mind kept flashing back to the other, staring wide-eyed naked at him.

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« Reply #4 on: October 25, 2012, 02:41:19 pm »
~♥♥♥ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Elize Nerissa Philomena | 24 | Merman ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ♥♥♥~

A menacing snarl escaped his pale lips as they laughed at him. His lips curling back revealing his teeth that were like humans except for the teeth near the canine nearest the back was also sharp. Similiar were his bottom teeth and he snapped his jaw in an open threat to the humans beneath him. Oh what he would do to them once he was free! How dare they tie him up and hang him up over the center of the ship like some prize! But he was naive to expect anything else from such men. They were the reason that his kind hand to retreat into the furthest reaches fo the ocean. They had driven their kind into the abyss with their fatal hunting, selling their parts like sugar to neighboring lands. It was horrendous! Elize should have known better to come to the surface, to come poke his head out of the safe waters. But he had to, he had to come up and find it. If he didn't then his entire kind would be most definitely be extinct. He was there only hope.

Some hope he was though. He thought as he idling swung back and forth over the deck with the rocking of the ship. His webbed fingers clung to the ropes that confined him as he stared down at the men below him. He would be able to save no one if he continued to stay trapped here. With anger and determination to be free his entire body writhed in fury in efforts to free himself. His tail flapped against the ropes confines, his tangled body bouncing around the tight bounds of his constraints in useless efforts. His attempts were swiftly cut short by a harsh whack from a metal sword and a cry of, "Quit it already! You stupid fish." The hit had Elize turning around as much as he could in his rope prison to stick his hands out through the ropes and utter and murderous hiss. The sound had everyone on the ship jumping and the man who had dare hit Elize stepping back. It was another who had the confidence to grab a spare piece of wood and jam it between the ropes and between Elize's ribs. Elize's let out a huff as he recoiled from the hit, his body folding into itself in protection as the men laughed at his pain. The cruel men seemed to like Elize's defeated position and a few more grabbed spare objects around the ship that they used to poke the merman with. It wasn't enough to break Elize's skin but enough to bruise him.

It was a pity that they would damage Elize like this. He was a beautiful creature that hadn't been seen for centuries. He had been but a myth to sailors. A fragment of their imagination as they sailed through the fog and dreamt of their loved ones. His brilliant blue tail coiled in the rope cage, the very end of the tail peeking through the openings of the rope and hanging limp. In his struggles to escape, he had scuffed off a few scales and even acquired a few nicks from the rope that freshly bleed with each of his movements. His tail ran all the way up to his hip were the scales began to dissipate into the smooth tan skin. His webbed fingers come over his delicate face that was peppered with shimmer blue, an almost iridescent scales highlighting his cheekbones and going up into his pointed ears. Brilliant blue eyes matched his significant coloring. His bruise was an ugly yellowish green marking his beautiful body. The bruises weren't the only thing that was making him a bit lackluster as time went on. He had been some hours since the pirates had caught him and hung him up in the burning sun. With little water to keep him wet, he was drying out. His lips were cracked and his skin dry. He needed water badly. He feared that he might change in front of the humans and that might be very bad. No human knew about the fact that mermaids and mermen could change into land creatures. They had to keep it that way else they feared complete extinguish purely based greed from humans.

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« Reply #5 on: October 25, 2012, 02:44:39 pm »
List of tattoos:

Pictures:









(I regret nothing)


(She flies with her own wings)


(To love me for who I am)



Text:
"Dream as if you will live forever, live as if you will die today."
"Trust no one"
"Luceat Lux Uestza" Latin for "let your let shine in"
"Freedom”
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« Reply #6 on: November 02, 2012, 10:17:40 am »

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« Reply #7 on: November 02, 2012, 10:21:19 am »
Pierce Moore || 26 || Archaeologist

THUMP!

Ungracefully the box crashed to the dusty hard wood of Pierce’s new living room. He glared at the heavy thing cursing it in his mind as he brushed his dirty hands off on his jeans and walked back outside. It was hot that day. Not hot as in high temperatures but sweltering heat that baked anything under it alive. Already he was developing an unfaltering blush but that is what he’d get from not having but on sunscreen that morning. He supposed it would look a little better if he wasn’t so pale. God, why did he have to be so pale. He could match the color of a piece of paper if he wanted to with his ivory skin and even paler hair. Most people thought he died his locks but he didn’t. They were naturally unnaturally platinum blonde. But because he was so fair it contrasts a lot with his striking blue eyes. The Mediterranean blue orbs jumped out at you, demanding attention and rightfully so. They were gorgeous, for blue eyes.

He let out a sign of relief as his aching body sank down on his porch step, finally, resting. For the last few days he’d been moving into this old dump of a place. The tiny home was inherited by his mother who had recently passed from cancer. He wasn’t too torn up about it like some would think as he’d been raised by his grandparents, who were long dead. His mother had been quiet ill all her life. Her illness ranging from depression, bipolar, cancer, and all sorts of aliments. He knew it wasn’t her fault as she was dilution most of the time but to a young child it was hard not to hate your mother for not being to at least one soccer game. She had lived away from everyone in this dump of a home. Really he couldn’t see how she had survived all the way out here by herself. It didn’t matter as he was going to fix the place up and sell it for a few bucks. Hopefully he’d get enough money to fund his next exhibition, but for right then he needed to rest.

Of course Olive wouldn’t let him. The screwed up bug galloped out the open door faster than a three legged pug should be able to go. Pierce jumped to his feet, snapping out the dog’s name but of course the creature sprinted down the meadow. He cursed himself slamming his front door shut before he ran after the dog he swore he was going to murder. But even three legs are faster than two long legs and Pierce barely kept up with his furry friend. If became even more difficult when the damned creature ran straight into the forest. He let out a swirl of curses as he followed pursuit, his anger and annoyance of this chase beginning to build as his patience grew thin.

~*~

It was time. For over a hundred years had the people of Ure waited for the prophecy to be fulfilled. Always in the great shadow of the Xoth people, Ure will find strength and courage with a singular guardian who will appear in unexpectedly. It was undetermined yet if this guardian would stay forever and help the Ure against the unfathomed battle against Xoth. Everyone just assumed that he or she would stay after all, they were the guardian of Ure. Everyone also assumed the guardian would come from the next selection of Uragons which were really just big old dragons to the people of Ure. They were important however as they helped the warriors fight against Xoth and the darkness they brought with them.

Queen Phe believed the same as her people even though she had a few doubts. Not in Mother Nature’s fate for them but in how exactly she would know who this guardian would be. She had mastered the ability of figuring out who made the best fighters out of the Uragons buts that was just based on intuition. She couldn’t use that same feeling for such an enormous task even if she did trust her intuition. She let out a sign, focusing on her feet gliding across the moss, her eyes scanning over the tops of iridescent lilac Uragon eggs. She picked out a few more future warriors, her touch gentle as she marked the fetal creatures. Each one she choice stayed where they were, to be raised with their families until they were old enough to go train. The guardian however she would need to take with her unfortunately. The unborn Uragon would need to hatch in pure full moon light to unsure its future, to unsure its destiny of good and greatness. If it somehow bloomed in darkness, then that Uragon would become the biggest threat any of the Ure would have ever seen in their lifetimes. The darkened Uragon would destroy them all, finally allowing the Xoth to win and send everything into rotting darkness.

A shimmer caught her eye as a breeze blew, light streaming through the tree tops and shining on to a specific egg. Tiny it was compared to the rest but somehow the little thing intrigued Phe. She stepped closer, crouching down as she picked up the fragile egg and cradled it in her lap. Warm spread through her upper thighs as the heat of the egg went through her skirts of flowers and animal hind. Without even wondering she just knew that this guy was it. He was the Ure guardian that will protect them all; he had to.

Just as she was about to stand up with the egg and tell all who had come to watch the ceremony, an arrow wheezed passed her but her loyal guard was already on top of it. Ronin, the chief of the Royal guard and the army of Ure, had already killed the attacker though he was still able to release his shot, unaimed. But with the first kill only set loose a chain of events that set Phe into panic. With the death of their fellow comrade the Xoth appeared. What once had been a tree turned into a swarm of Xoth as their bark shield were turned over and their weapons rose against the Ure. Without hesitation Phe took off running across the mossy ground using her powers as an Ure to gently bend leaves over her head so that her escape would be unwitnessed.

But a few Xoth immediately targeted the Queen, jumping on to the backs of the bats and racing above her. Their arrows pierced through greenery, and plunged into hard ground sending a cascading wave of destruction and rot to radiate out from where ever the arrow had touched and landed. Phe’s attempt at hiding hadn’t worked and whatever she tried to use to hide herself ended up being touched by Xoth. So she fought back. Tree roots rose up from the ground. As she slid underneath them and continued on with her sprint, the flexible root whipped out hitting the attackers chasing her square on their mark. Before she could get very far though something jumped down in front of her, making her reflective scream in terror. It was only after a second that she released it was Ronin.

His weathered features were twisted up into a mask of protection and concern. He didn’t dare let anything else show as he had to be the rock, he had to keep everyone calm and collected. He could not have mass chaos even though hordes of screaming Ure were being bombarded by Xoth. They were completely outnumbered. Of course they would be as the ceremony had taken place in Garthe, a place where few lived but the Uragons, and they had only brought with them a small team of loyal warriors. They weren’t expecting an attack but weren’t dismissing the Xoth to take up the opportunity of getting to the prophesized egg either. Their strongest and most lethal warriors had been chosen who all now fought against the numerous Xoth. Ronin would be fighting alongside them but his duty was to the Queen and the safety of the now chosen guardian. They had to get the unhatched Uragon to the Moon Temple where they were expected, where more reinforcements were. They had a chance there to fight, to protect, and to have this Uragon hatch under a full moon.

His hummingbird croaked out as it landed, impatiently waiting to take off. He quickly climbed into the saddle before reaching out for Queen Phe’s hand. Quickly she took it, climbing on behind him right as more Xoths screeched above them. They took off, bee-lining through the trees in efforts to lose their attackers. Unlike Ronin who had no power of his own, Phe used her’s. She manipulated mother nature to her will in efforts to save them all. In her efforts, and Mother Nature’s, a storm brewed quickly above the forest they called home. Lightning struck as rain began to pour thickly down on them making flight almost impossible. The bats screeched whenever lightening lit up the sky, the terrified creatures barely keeping up in the storm. They had a chance as they began to pull a head. They did have a chance but then an arrow flew finally hit its mark.

Straight through Phe’s chest poked out the unfamiliar object, blood mixing with rain as it stained into her clothing. She only had a few seconds to look up at Ronin astonished before she fell backwards and off the hummingbird.

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Pierce cursed the skies as it fell upon him. That damn dog! He swore he was going to kill it this time. The furry mutt never learned to stay put or at least near their home. It always had to take off to God knows where making Pierce worry and search forever for him. He only hoped the stupid three legged creature had gone home when it started to rain as there was nothing around the house but forest. There was nothing to explore.

Just as Pierce turned around to head back home, drenched from head to toe, he something flicker. Sharp blue eyes found the small thing falling until it landed on the ground. At first he thought it was a baby bird or something of that nature, that had been knocked out of it’s nest during the storm, but when he got closer to help he saw something he didn’t expect at all. It was a shrunken human. Or at least that was what it looked like for the most part. Unbelievably it was talking to him, trying to communicate and he leaned down closer in awe and speculation. But just as he was close enough bright light exploded from the thing’s hands; the light then floated up into the sky. It looked like a lightening bug and for some bizarre reason Pierce reached out and cupped the light with his hands. As soon as the light was trapped inside his hands, it was growing, pushing against his figure tips and expanding. He tried to let go off it but he couldn’t, his very fingertips glued to the thing. He couldn’t see what it was because the light was sharp, it was like staring into the sun. But it continued to grow and grow, getting so big that Pierce’s arms hand to wrap around it. Eventually and thankfully the light died down making it able for Pierce to see whatever he’d caught. What he found was an enormous lilac egg staring back at him. What else he found was that he was standing in a pile of weird fabric and lots of it too. Jean material peaked out from light cotton. The colors and textures making him think of exactly what he was wearing but when he looked down to compare he saw bare skin. Erked he jumped around, staring this way and that until he came to the confusing conclusion that he was naked. How in the world was he naked?

In his frantic episode he didn’t notice the Queen off to the distance. It was when she made a noise was when he looked over at her for the first time. Realizing it was the person that had fallen before he ran towards her to see if she was alright; the thought of him being naked little compared to a hurt person. When he got to her he crouched down, egg in his lap as he reached out with one hand and touched her shoulder.

“Are you alright?”

Bright eyes looked over at him as the other smiled. It was weird considering that she looked so hurt. Being closer to her now he realized she had an arrow sticking out of her chest. It was completely bizarre but it was there.

“We need to get you to the hospital.”

She shook her head no before she spoke softly, “You have a very important job to do.” She struggled to swallow while Pierce struggled to understand her words. She pointed to the egg, her fingers reaching out to linger on its surface. “You must protect it. It’s very important that you protect this at all cost. The Xoth cannot have the guardian or the Ure will cease to exist.” Her words confusing and Pierce began to shake his head. “I really do think I need to get you to a hospital. What is your name?” He insisted thinking this woman had hit her head and was being delusional. But she persisted, grabbing his wrist in a firm grip as she breathed out, “You are the protector of the guardian. Do not let the Xoth have the egg. Do not.” But the energy it took for her to converse had her gulping in breathes. She gave a stern look to Pierce before she blinked, her eyes never opening again. Pierce freaked out and frantically began to shake her, asking her to open her eyes and speak to him.
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« Reply #8 on: November 02, 2012, 10:25:55 am »

Sawyer Van Der Woodsen || 23 || Heir to the Van Der Woodsen Family name

Bliss, he was finally in bliss. For once Sawyer didn't have to worry about his parents, about their expectations, about his already planned future and everything that was wrong with it. He could just sleep in blissful sleep. Deeply he slept straight through his alarm clock that blared annoying throughout the oddly quite house. He'd be lying if he hadn't heard it go off in the beginning but the thought of getting up, facing his parents, his future wife and her parents made him groan and tuck himself back into the soft covers of his bed. It didn't last for long though before something hard landed on his back. The shock of it startled him and he let out a soft groan before the sound of an angry man was pushing through the foggyness of sleep and the potential hangover.

He rolled over lazily glaring at his house servant. "Oh did someone wake up on the wrong side of the bed this morning? Should I fix that?" He smirked opening up his arms wide and reclining in the mattress as he waited for the man to either fall into his arms so that he could become happily satisfied or for him to yell at him some more. He didn't care one bit either that he was butt naked, the covers barely covering him as he waited for the man to decided. He wondered how he'd gotten naked? Must have been a wild party. Knowing what his answer would be, he rolled his eyes and signed, "Why don't you just go make me some tea. You know the kind I like in these situations." He waved the other man off as he searched for the alarm clock which had still be blaring all this time. The sound was starting to aggravate his already hurting head so he quickly found it and turned it off. As he did so he took note of the time after all an alarm was set for a reason. Today was the day he was officially purposing to his girlfriend, Scarlet. He had to be punctual especially today considering all things as well as not let his parents down. If he messed this up who knows what they'd do to him. They were already making him marry her.

But of course being the screw up that he was, the clock read 8:30 instead of the 7:30 it should have read when it was supposed to wake him up. Angrily he chucked the alarm clock at his servant hissing, "You couldn't have gotten angry sooner! What kind of servant doesn't wake up their master to see if they're awake!" He let out a frustrated huff before hurriedly stammering out of bed, nonchalant about the fact that he was naked. Besides it wasn't like they were strangers either.

Before Sawyer's life had gotten complicated and planned out for him, he'd been friends with Ethan, the servant. His mother, who had been more like a mother to him than his own, had sometimes brought the kid along because she couldn't afford daycare. Not one to judge back then, Sawyer became fast friends with the dark haired man. Of course his parents saw to it that he learned quickly right from wrong and who exactly to be seen with.

The only thing that slowed his sprint into the shower was the massive, pounding headache he was beginning to sport. He wondered if it was from the hangover or from being incredibly late. Either way he washed most of the alcohol scent off off him and got himself clean before quickly drying himself off and running around looking for his wallet and phone and shoes. Once he was finally dressed he fled out the house to his utter doom.

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Once again a party was raging at the Van Der Woodsen family vacation home. Of course it was after the whole family had come over for celebratory drinks and dinner which had been ordered in from one of the very expensive La Shyne. But as soon as all the family members were gone, Sawyer was inviting everyone and already the champagne bottle from dinner was being gussled down. If no one knew better, you'd assumed he had a drinking problem. Maybe he did.

In only a matter of hours the house was filled with drunken people party to their hearts content. Sawyer was greatly enjoying himself as he watched his friends do stupid things. Unfortunately he kept on getting the suffocating filling that he was drowning, drowning in a life he didn't want. The only way he knew how to deal with this emotion was to drunk more, party harder and longer. But were was the booze? Dammit that little manservant probably didn't go to the store like he told him to. Frowning he made his way to the kitchen to see if he could find any alcohol laying around. To his luck there was one bottle tucked deep away in the cupboards. Without much thought he pulled it down and began to open it. Unfortunately with his dimmed mind he couldn't think of the correct way to open up the champagne he was holding. Struggling he kept twisting the wire that was supposed to release the cork but nothing was happening. Irritation and frustration pulled together his handsome features, his whole body curving inward as he placed the bottle on his leg so that he could have more leverage as he tried to open it. Unexpectantly it did, the pressurized champagne spouting out of the bottle and straight into Sawyer's face and into his nose. Due to the alcohol and surprise he wasn't quick enough to get the spray out of his face leaving him completely drenched in alcohol and his nose thumbing in pain. A hand came up to touch his nose which he found bleeding by being the unexpected cleanse of champagne. It was then that he lost it, the frustration of getting hurt, having been drenched, having his whole life planned out for him had him boiling over as he shucked the champagne bottle across the room. It shattered against the wall, unnoticed by the many party guest.
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« Reply #10 on: November 24, 2012, 08:17:57 am »

~♥♥♥ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Prince Everette Amick Beauchamp |24 | Waitress/bartender▬▬▬▬▬▬▬♥♥♥

Powers:
Healing
Telekinesis
A knack for spells


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MC is the prince to a kingdom. His parents (the king and queen) are trying to set him up with his future wife because he has turned of age.  He thought it was fun in the beginning but the girls his parents chose aren't that great. He likes none of them. So he starts escape the dates that he is forced to go on. He encounters the stable boy when hiding in the stables. They get off on a rocky start. Fighting with each other and trying to make each other’s lives worse. But soon they start to understand each other, and begin to like each other. Will there forbidden love affair survive or will it end tragically?


Ciel Hamilton


Name: Caucilius Giovanni Hamilton
Nickname: Ciel
Age: 21
DOB: December 1st
Sign: Sagittarius
*Friendly, fun loving, philosophical, intelligent
*Straight forward, expansive natures
*Optimistic, naïve, good luck, generous
*Value frankness, honesty, and can be blunt
*Dislike being confined or tied down, seek change
*Require freedom, tend to be conventional, respect tradition

Build: Lean, muscular
Height: 5'8"
Hair color: Platinum Blonde
-Type: Fine, straight
-Length: Short
Eyes: Golden
Complexion: Very Fair
Blood type: Type O
*Peaceful and carefree
*Can be stubborn and strong willed
*Easy going
*Liked by all
*Know how to take chances
*Trust worthy
*Intelligent but can make large mistakes

Piercings: No, but thinks they're hot.

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Marital status: Single.
Occupation: Prince of Elsinore
Race: Human
Current Residence: Palace of Elsinore
Family: Parents are the King and Queen of Elsinore, his mother is the Princess of Urquhart.

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Likes: romance,learning new things, freedom, exploring
Dislikes: vegetables, bugs, being forced to do something, animals
Favorite food: Breads
Favorite subject: History
Favorite color: blue
Least Favorite color: orange
Favorite gemstone: Ruby
Favorite metal: Silver
Left/Right handed: Left handed
Favorite Animal: None, hates animals
Instruments: Volin, piano
Fears: Horses, getting married to someone he doesn't love nor loves him, bugs,

Future goals: being King of Elsinore, finding a lover to marry


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Not again! He couldn't believe his parents had set him up like this! Well actually maybe he should start believing it as it was happening and they were set on finding him a bride before he would turn another year older. At first he had thought it was fun getting to met pretty girls from foreign lands but these 'pretty girls' were so dry and annoying! All they cared about was where they'd be staying in the kingdom and when they could go back inside as all the dates he had planned outside in the fresh air. It had been spring that time so the weather in Elsinore had been very calm and peaceful but not to these girls. And as soon as they had left their parent's would immediately ask when the wedding would be! What was wrong with all these people? He couldn't decide from just one visit if he wanted to spend the rest of his life with someone especially when he barely saw the girls.

But his parents had tricked him as he hide behind the banister of the stairs, trying to go back up it after having seen yet another Princess waiting for him in one of the living rooms. Once he made it upstairs he ran down the hall and to the servants corridors where he raced down the steps scaring half the servants to death before he bursted out the castle's side entrance that was near the stables. He didn't slow his pace at all but only made sure that no one saw him run into the stables. The castle guards as well as his parents knew he had the habit of running away now when ever another Princess would show up so they'd try to trick him into meeting them. Honestly he was beginning to think he wasn't ready for marriage especially when he was so young and so many things he had yet to do. Besides there was more important things to worry about like the Clerol's army moving on the borders to the west and their allied Kingdom Ishia being under siege. He rather worry and spend his time on such things than a useless girl that would only make him want to pull out all his hair from his head.

Once in the stables he momentarily paused glancing around unsure of where to go or hide. He particularly didn't like the stables or for that matter horse was actually rather scared of them. He had been thinking their be an office of an empty stall for him to hid in but he saw none whatsoever. He frowned beginning to get nervous as he glanced over his shoulder to make sure no one had shown up yet to take him away before he moved further into the stables to explore any type of hiding spot. Luckily he didn't see any workers around which only helped him in the fact that he wouldn't have to bribe anyone to not tell the guards where he was hiding. But that was who he had to hide from now, the guards that surely would show up any second now.

Unfortunately when he heard the guards, their shouting orders to each other in their search for him, he jumped and took any hiding spot that would for the moment. Which unfortunate to Ceil was quickly locking himself into a horse's stall with the horse still inside. At the black stallion glaring down at him, it's hooves stomping in protest at the intruder he froze in terror. What had he just done? But hearing more shouts forced him into crouching down closer to those stomping hooves....huge black stomping hooves. They were so close to his face...particular bigger than his face...no they were bigger than his face! He paled and clenched his eyes shut as he pressed his back against the wooden stall wall hoping the guards would leave soon and this all would be over quick.
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« Reply #13 on: December 13, 2012, 05:48:05 pm »






Jason Morgan





Rodrigo guirao Diaz


Tim Borrmann


Allen Lovell


Name: Claudius Moore
Age: 23 years old
Species: humans
Hair color: Platinum Blonde
Eye color: Crystal clear Caribbean blue
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 147 lbs
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~♥♥♥ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Kellan [Caelen] Alexandria Macken | 24 | Artist▬▬▬▬▬▬▬♥♥♥~
Healing - Can heal humans, plants, metal, ecosystem, etc. Everything that was once whole but is now broken Caelen can heal with touch
Telekinesis - May move objects with mind. Most powerful/main asset with this is he can create force fields that keep out the bad and ugly. He can't read minds.
Skilled warrior, well once was.

He needed more coffee! That was it. The wired but sleep deprived artist slowly got up from his perch on his stool, his tired body aching in his endless singular position he'd been sporting for hours. He had to stretch before he could make his way to the back where a small kitchenette was available. Already the coffee pot was on, having been on the entire night but it was barely full enough to fill his mug. With a soft sign he started to pour in water and coffee grinds to allow it to brew him some more caffeine to stay awake. Kellan had been up the past couple of nights painting endless of the ghost inside his head. The magnificent man twisting and moaning to invisible touches, the erotic displays burning the insides of Kellan's eyeballs until he saw only but him. He did what any artist would do when they had a new muse, he painted him. The naked man spread on his canvas was more marvelous than he'd hoped it would be but his paintings didn't do him justice to the visions in his head. Hours he spent in turmoil of minuscule details trying to get them just right. It was even harder when he knew that they'd be displayed tomorrow. His latest concentration having earned him quiet the spotlight as an artist. The studio owner urged him to create and create even more. It had Kellan barely sustaining himself to meet the demands yet the beauty in his head wasn't being patient either. It was like he was calling to him begging for him. It was the oddest thing considering Kellan had never met the man.

As he waited for the coffee to brew he found chair and sank down into it. For only a brief few moments he closed his eyes, just mere seconds as he waited for his coffee but it was enough. Sleep vengefully took him.

He woke with a start of a screaming baby, the sound startling him awake. Frantic blue eyes looked around to find he was in the studio's kitchenette, his coffee pot full but his coffee mug still empty. Unlike hours before, light poured in from the art studio front lighting up the back where he'd only turned on the minimum lights besides the studio where it was completely lit. Realizing he'd fallen asleep he signed rising a hand to rub over his still tired eyes before letting it comb back his blonde locks. Filling his mug with coffee he made his way back to the studio behind the art gallery where that terrible baby still cried. It irritated Kellan enough that he could not paint with it wailing. Why did they even bring such small creatures to art galleries? It wasn't like they could appreciate the art around them! In annoyance Kellan left the studio and made his way to the front, settling himself down onto one of the benches positioned in the middle of the rooms so that he could glaze at his own paintings and that of the people adoring them.

Unlike the patrons admiring his paintings and other's displayed in the gallery, Kellan was dressed in comfortable white washed jeans, ripped on accident in a few places. Paint was splattered along his upper thighs. His white coat, meant to keep him clean was not so white anymore. It was splattered in paints of all color overlapping and exploding all over it. However it did keep the gray shirt Kellan wear beneath clean for once. The hands that cradled his warm coffee were marked with dried paint as well. His entire appearance was that of a painter however he didn't wear a name tag. So it was unclear which paintings he painted.
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