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&Characters; [/size][/color][/b]MelindaLoshe;  Name[/color]&Melinda Loshe Goes By&Mel Age&17 1/2 Hair&Dark brown, choppy on the edges, growing out her bangs that were pushed over her right eye, blonde edges Skin&Slightly pale Eyes&Melted Chocolate Brown Wearing&A black and white tank top with a black three-quarter sleeved hoodie, white pearl necklace, very dark blue boot-cut pants and a pair of grey slip-on sneakers with a pair of white skulls on the toe part. Personality&Very hyper, she has ADHD, she loves laughing, smiling and making people laugh and smile. She often forgets things in her room or in her classrooms because she gets distracted easily. Some people think she's stupid because she forgets a lot, but she's really not as stupid as they thinks. She speaks her mind all the time, which sometimes gets her in trouble with her parents and her teachers, and she absolutely /hates/ being alone. Intro; "MELINDA LOSHE HURRY UP OR YOU'LL BE LATE FOR SCHOOL!" A groan came from a pile of electric blue blankets and a girl sat up, sighing as she rubbed her eyes, mumbling "What time is it?" She looked over at her clock and swore "Gotta hurry!" She exclaimed, running into the shower and cleaning up as fast as she could. In about 15 minutes later the girl ran back to her room with a towel on her head. She grabbed a pair of dark boot cut jeans and shoved them on her slender legs, buttoning them as fast as she could. Se threw on a black and white tank top and put a black three-quarter sleeved hoodie, then slip a white pearl necklace that wrapped once around her neck. She quickly grabbed her make-up and as fast and neat as she could, traced her chocolate brown eyes with her favorite eyeliner. Melinda, or Mel as she liked to be called, took the towel off of her head, revealing her chocolate brown colored hair. Melinda's hair was had choppy edges and it looked as if she were growing out her bangs. She grabbed a small black headband and put it over her head, running to her door and grabbing her red and black messenger bag, slipping on her white sneakers. She raced downstairs and grabbed a toasted english muffin her mom had prepared for her, putting it in her mouth. She muffled out a "Love ya bye~" as she reached in the fridge and grabbed an orange Monster energy drink, running out of her house and trying to make it to school in time so she wouldn't be late again, which was slightly ironic because she only lived a block away. Mel was the type of girl you'd point at and wonder if she was the girl who had done the stupid thing a week earlier, and most likely she did. Mel wasn't afraid to speak her mind, even if it meant she got herself in trouble, which she very often did. But on the same side she was very fun to be with, and very easy to talk to. Mel was outgoing and rather clumsy. She often forgot her books or something simple in her other classes or in her dorm. She didn't mind it though, and every time just brushing it off her shoulder and continued on with her day. Some people found her stupid or dumb because of the simple things she's forgotten, but those who actually knew her, knew she really meant well and didn't try to attract such negative attention to herself, most of the time. Melinda was never fond of being alone and liked friends to be by her side most of the day, and her favorite thing to do was to make people smile. Pi'turs;     SvetlanaFrey;  Name[/color]&Svetlana Frey Goes By&Lana, Sveti, Lani, Svey(pronounced Sway) Age&17 1/2 Hair&Black, layered, poker straight, long even cut bangs, first layer and bangs dyed navy blue Skin&Pale Eyes&Pale blue/grey Wearing&A black and white striped long sleeved shirt with a few buttons going from the top just below her chest line. She's also wearing dark, almost black jeans with a few tears in the legs. She also had black and white checkered slip on sneakers. In her hair was a navy blue and white, folded bandana. Family&As a child both of her parents died in a car crash. Svetlana originated from Russia but was adopted at the age of 7 and brought to the U.S. By now she's fluent in Japanese but at the time she definately wasn't and it took her a long time to get to where she is now, although it's far from perfect. She loves her foster parents dearly, although she can't deny wishing she still were in Russia with her younger brother who couldn't be adopted to the U.S. with her. Personality&She's very quiet sometimes, often finding herself not understanding because of all the slang people use nowadays. She is often misunderstood as dumb because it takes her a while to understand things, especially when it comes to speaking english and processing and understanding it. But besides all that she's just a girl trying to stand out and be noticed. She loves cracking jokes and absolutely adores making people laugh because although she may not always understand English because she's Russian, everyone laughs and smiles in the same language. Intro; "SVETLANA FREY! HURRY UP OR YOU'LL BE LATE FOR SCHOOL!" A groan came from a pile of electric blue blankets and a girl sat up, sighing as she rubbed her eyes, mumbling "What time is it?" She looked over at her clock and swore "Gotta hurry!" She exclaimed, running into the shower and cleaning up as fast as she could. In about 15 minutes later the girl ran back to her room with a towel on her head. She grabbed a pair of dark jeans and shoved them on her slender legs, buttoning them as fast as she could. She threw on a pair of dark, almost black jeans and buttoned them as fast as she could. She then threw on a black and white striped shirt that had a few buttons going from the top. It was long sleeved and the sleeves ended just before her longest finger. She quickly grabbed her make-up and as fast and neat as she could, traced her pale blue/grey eyes with her favorite eyeliner. Svetlana, or Lana, Lani or even Svey ( "Sway" ) as she liked to be called, took the towel off of her head, revealing her layered ash black hair with the navy blue dye. Svetlana's hair was layered and choppy edged. The top layer was dyed navy blue and her bangs were poker straight with absolute straight edges. She grabbed a five dollar bill for lunch and ran to her door, grabbing her red and black messenger bag, slipping on her white sneakers. She raced downstairs and grabbed a toasted english muffin her mom had prepared for her, putting it in her mouth. She muffled out a "Bye~" as she reached in the fridge and grabbed an orange Monster energy drink, running out of her house and trying to make it to school in time so she wouldn't be late again, which was slightly ironic because she only lived a block away. Svetlana was the type of girl you'd point at and wonder if she was the girl who had done the stupid thing a week earlier, and most likely she did. Svetlana wasn't afraid to speak her mind, even if it meant she got herself in trouble, which she very often did. But on the same side she was very fun to be with, and very easy to talk to. Svetlana was outgoing and rather clumsy. She often forgot her books or something simple in her other classes or in her dorm. She didn't mind it though, and every time just brushing it off her shoulder and continued on with her day. Some people found her stupid or dumb because of the simple things she's forgotten, but those who actually knew her, knew she really meant well and didn't try to attract such negative attention to herself, most of the time. Svetlana was never fond of being alone and liked friends to be by her side most of the day, and her favorite thing to do was to make people smile. Piccyatures;   LukiaDe Leteoux;  Name&[/color]Lukia de Leteoux Age&17 1/2 Hair&Black, thick, straight, choppy edged, bangs cover her right eye Skin&Pale, whip marks and scars on her back Eyes&Melted Chocolate Brown Wearing&A black tank top that is ripped up and torn in the back where the whips struck her, dark blue skirt with white polka dots, black lace lining the bottom of the skirt and white ballet slippers and a silver pendant around her neck that her first and only best friend gave her. Power&Clairvoyance (she can hear, see and talk to things that no one else can see or hear or talk to) and she can read people's emotions. Family&Mom's asian, dad's french. As a child she had her powers and always was 'strange' in the sense that she would act as if other people were in the room when no one else but she and her parents were there. As the years went on she had but only one friend that died of cancer when they both were 7. Before she met her friend and after she died she never talked to anyone and usually kept to herself. She tried to be polite and make friends but every treated her differently for one reason or another. When she was 13 her parents caught her talking to..well 'nothing' and started to look into the 'mental disability' they thought she had. They dug themselves in too deep and heard about 'Clairvoyance'. Scared of their own child they sold her to the Black Market where their own daughter is constantly hurt, whipped starved and such from 'masters' she is given to. Personality&Lukia's extremely shy and very quiet. To avoid being hurt she puts up barriers and sometimes people find her a loner because of that. She really is just trying to protect herself, and those who'd venture and try and be her friend. When one would finally be considered a friend of hers, she's very warm and gentle, even nurturing. She will always put others before her, it's just how she's grown up. To her 'masters' she's extremely obedient. She started out very wild and untamed, but as soon as the whip struck her back she calmed down and obeyed orders. Intro; -Broken Windows and Empty Hallways- "Did you hear about the De Leteoux's child? They say that she'd get home and go straight to her room. Then, they'd hear her talking quietly... but, no one was there, and she didn't have a phone!" "Really?!" "Yes! It's true! The girl frightened her poor parents to death!" "I actually heard she have more than five senses. What's it called, Clairvoyance? Isn't that a riot?" "Yes, it is!" "Well... she was... an odd girl..." "She sure was..." I hate that. I hate when people talk about me. I absolutely /hate/ it. But, I can't do anything about it. I couldn't before, and I can't now. I know I'm 'different', but that doesn't mean they have to do this to me..right? I wish they'd look past my powers, I wish they would. Yes, powers. I do have powers, just as they were talking about. But I'm not going to go there just yet. When I was younger, I never imagined I'd be the girl sitting in her own filth, wrists chained to the back of a cold metal cage. I never imagined I'd be the girl staring, staring with a pleading look on a pale face with full green eyes at the rich, arrogant people walking by. I never imagined I'd wince in pain at the sting of unhealed whip scars, remnants of past masters. I never imagined I'd be the girl wearing the stained, crumpled dress torn nearly to shreds by harsh whips and chains and things so painful they are frightening even to think about from the cage's illusion of safety. I never imagined I'd be the girl being sold again and again and again, broken a hundred times over. I never imagined my parents would sell me to the black market and never look back. Ever since I was a child I could... see things. I could see things others could never dream of. I could talk to things no one else believed were there. I could hear things inaudible to others. I have more than five senses. I have Clairvoyance. It scared people. That's what started it all, nasty and horrendous rumors that went too far. I had to tell my parents what I saw, what was happening to me that no one else understood. Yes, that's what started it. I scare people. I scare my parents. But that's not all. No, not nearly all. I can read emotions. Did you know people can be sad with a convincing, heartfelt smile on their plastic faces? They can be desperately depressed, wishing someone would just notice, and all a normal person can see is the smile. Not me. I see more. I sense what no one else can. I am Lukia De Leteoux. I am 17 years old. This is where my story begins. Can you handle the unknown? -And I Think It's Gonna Rain Today- | |