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Aug 17, 2009 14:46:47 GMT -5
Post by Splashy on Aug 17, 2009 14:46:47 GMT -5
No plot, 'Cause I'm cool like that.
Rules: No power playing No God modeling
The Form:
Name: Called: Age: Gender: Looks~ Hair~ Color: Style: Length: Other: Eyes~ Color: Flecks: Other: Skin Color: Build: Clothes~ Normal: Special: History: Other:
My Character~
Name: Claire Weba Called: Claire, or CC, or Anything. Age: 5 Gender: Fm Looks~ Hair~ Color: Child blonde Style: Strait Length: Down her back Other: None Eyes~ Color: Grey Flecks: Blue Other: Skin Color: Pale Build: Thin Clothes~ Normal: Jeans and a cute shirt Special: None History: She was dropped off at the foster home at birth. Other: Some people call her a freak, she doesn’t blame them, she has webbed hands and feet, and can’t pick many things up.
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Aug 17, 2009 14:57:32 GMT -5
Post by zanapony on Aug 17, 2009 14:57:32 GMT -5
Name:Cornelia Merrill Called:Nelly Age:13 Gender:girl Looks~ Hair~ Color:Blonde Style:a slight wave at mid back Length:mid back Other:none Eyes~ Color:blue Flecks:grey Other:none Skin Color:tan Build:small, slim, Clothes~ Normal:skirts and shirts Special:none History:Was on the street Other:is 5'
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Aug 17, 2009 15:02:23 GMT -5
Post by Splashy on Aug 17, 2009 15:02:23 GMT -5
--Gawsh, I left species in there, that form was from a magical rpg. xD Fixed.--
Claire pushed herself off the bed with a small sigh. She moved towards her closet, going to get ready or the day. Dragging her feet in the soft white carpet, she finally made it. The little femme opened the door to peer inside the messy closet. Grabbing a pair of clothes out of a messy piece, she moved back towards the bed. As she struggled to pulled on the clothing, a wonderful smell filled her nose. Breakfast!
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Aug 17, 2009 15:05:40 GMT -5
Post by zanapony on Aug 17, 2009 15:05:40 GMT -5
lol i was wondering XD
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Aug 17, 2009 15:07:48 GMT -5
Post by zanapony on Aug 17, 2009 15:07:48 GMT -5
OOC: sorry i have to go now i'll be on later
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Aug 17, 2009 15:08:28 GMT -5
Post by Splashy on Aug 17, 2009 15:08:28 GMT -5
--xD, sorry about that. --
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Aug 17, 2009 15:09:11 GMT -5
Post by Splashy on Aug 17, 2009 15:09:11 GMT -5
--Bye D:--
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Leafy
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Aug 21, 2009 19:05:54 GMT -5
Post by Leafy on Aug 21, 2009 19:05:54 GMT -5
Name: Evan Joshua Smith Called: Evan Age: 14 Gender: Male Looks~ Hair~ Color: Dark Brown, almost black. Style: Messy. Length: Stops just above his eyes. Other: Notta. Eyes~ Color: Faded blue jean coloring. Flecks: Golden. Other: Notta. Skin Color: Fairly Tan. Build: Athletic Clothes~ Normal: Faded blue jeans, and a plain t-shirt Special: Cackies, and a polo History: Dad left when he was born, mom died of an heart attack when he was 10, been in foster care ever since. Other: None.
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Aug 21, 2009 19:09:01 GMT -5
Post by Splashy on Aug 21, 2009 19:09:01 GMT -5
Claire pushed herself off the bed with a small sigh. She moved towards her closet, going to get ready or the day. Dragging her feet in the soft white carpet, she finally made it. The little femme opened the door to peer inside the messy closet. Grabbing a pair of clothes out of a messy piece, she moved back towards the bed. As she struggled to pulled on the clothing, a wonderful smell filled her nose. Breakfast!
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Leafy
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Aug 21, 2009 19:17:32 GMT -5
Post by Leafy on Aug 21, 2009 19:17:32 GMT -5
Evan rolled over in the twin bed sighing as his body awoke. Yawning loadly, he threw the pillow over his head. Just because my body wants to get, doesn't mean my mind does- he thought. Finally giving up, he flipped the covers off and went to take a quick shower.
Finishing, he threw on a pair of faded blue jeans and a white shirt before heading downstairs.
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Aug 21, 2009 19:34:49 GMT -5
Post by Splashy on Aug 21, 2009 19:34:49 GMT -5
She tottered down the stairs, her small tummy rumbling. She sighed, continuing to the kitchen, as her stomach continued to complain.
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Leafy
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Aug 21, 2009 19:38:14 GMT -5
Post by Leafy on Aug 21, 2009 19:38:14 GMT -5
Evan made it downstairs behind Claire. He smiled at the little girl before pouring himself a bowl of coookie crisp and sat down at the table and begninng to chow down on the food.
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Aug 21, 2009 19:41:34 GMT -5
Post by Splashy on Aug 21, 2009 19:41:34 GMT -5
Claire got to the kitchen, going to the wooden pantry, and grabbing a box of frosted flakes. She gripped it tightly with her thin webbed fingers, so it wouldn't fall. She couldn't ever get a good grip on anything. Setting it down, sucessfully making it to the tabel, without dropping anything, she smiled.
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Leafy
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Aug 21, 2009 19:51:05 GMT -5
Post by Leafy on Aug 21, 2009 19:51:05 GMT -5
Evan slurrped down his milk before stopping, and moving his gaze to the five year old. He smiled, and watched in amazement as the little girl worked around all by herself.
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Aug 22, 2009 6:20:45 GMT -5
Post by Splashy on Aug 22, 2009 6:20:45 GMT -5
Claire scooped up some frosted flakes up in her small hand. She shoved the cereal into her mouth, chewing it, and looking around the room. It was a bit bigger than normal kitchens, to fit more kids, but other than that it looked like a normal kitchen. Tiled floors, a island in the middle, a stove, refrigerator, stove, cabinets, a normal kitchen. She grabbed another hand full as she started to look through windows, a huge back yard, with a tall fence, so we couldn’t escape, a few large trees for shade, a swing set with a slide, and even a sand box. But her favorite thing was the pool, large and a clear blue, clean, beautiful. There was even a small shed with pool toys. She didn’t mind it here, but she wished to have a real home with parents to take care of her.
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