Name: May
Age: Depends on role play.
Race: Neko Girl.
Personality: May is kinda moody, always challenging people, running away from her past.
History: She has a long and painful history, only telling the people she really knows well. Well, not even them. You would be the luckiest person on earth if she told you.
Starter:
May dragged herself through the forest, pulling her right paw and tail behind her. They were both bleeding pretty badly, but she kept going. She could still hear the hunters behind her, and her brown ears twitched. She winced slightly, stumbling over roots. She didn't speak, afraid it would come out as a yell. Now, she couldn't take it. Her tail was being pulled on, her right foot tangled in something, and she was being pulled into the bushes. She screamed in pain, wanting to run.
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#11
Name: May
Age: Depends on role play.
Race: Some-what human.
Personality: May is sweet, book-loving, smart, sporty, moody, girl. She gets mad easily, and it's a good idea not to piss her off to much. You don't want to know what will happen...
History: May has been discovering some strange things most of her life, and people are starting to call her a freak. Now, in High School, she got shipped to a boarding school. It is boy and girls, and she was being watched over most of the time.
Starter: May walked slowly through the dark hallways, peaking into rooms. She knew it was well past lights out, but something seemed to be pulling her this way. She wanted the day to go on forever. Her light blue hair was tucked behind her shoulders, her deep green eyes filled with curiosity. Stranger things had been happening to her since she first entered the school that day. May stopped in her tracks, hearing footsteps. Almost silent footsteps. She was just about to step around a corner, when she ran into someone. She didn't get a good enough look at them mostly because she was already whispering sorry about a thousand times a minute.
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#10
Name: Caitlin
Age: Depends on role play.
Race: Neko Girl.
Personality: Caitlin is a shy, moody girl, getting sad very easily. It's hard for people to get her to tell things, but she will.
History: All she can remember is playing in a spot in the forest as a little girl, with her two brothers' around her. There was a loud shot, and they all ran, their parents leading them back. Her entire family got killed, but she got captured, and lost her memory. When she woke up, she was in the clearing again.
Starter:
Caitlin ran down the usual path, running to the clearing she used to play in before she was hunted and before the incident that ruined her life. She entered the lush clearing, brushing some black hair back behind her black cat ears. She blinked her green eyes slightly, turning in a slow circle. Her ears twitched as she could almost swear she heard voices. "Show yourself!" She shouted, in an almost musical voice. Three men jumped from the trees, wearing black suits, and holding tranquilizer guns. She started to run back through the foliage, before she felt a sharp sting in her back. She fell to the ground, falling into a rough sleep with a tranquilizer dart in her back.When she woke up Caitlin was in a small enclosure "Great... just perfect." She murmured, trying to stand up. Some of her body was still paralyzed though, so she gave up, going back into a dazed sleep. She heard someone thrown into the cage, but ignored it.
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#13
name: Caitlin Desmarais
age: Around 16 or 17.
race: Human.
Gender: Female.
powers: Caitlin can sometimes read the minds of other people, but it takes up her energy she can never get back. She doesn't read minds much but every since she came to her new school, she has used them a lot.
Personality: Caitlin is a shy, sweet, nervous girl. She is often overprotective about herself and the people she loves. If you befriend her, she is very childish.
History: Caitlin's parents could not afford much education. After a long period of home schooling they received a letter that Caitlin was invited to a girls and boys boarding school. They only sent her there because the thought she needed education and because they were pretty sure they would not get anymore offers. But, after she left, somebody came by and told them her IQ was high enough to skip 3 grades and be accepted into a their college. A college they had all dreamed of going to. So now, when she left, she was told she was a Junior at the boarding school. She had one more year left after this year.
Starter: Caitlin entered her new boarding school, seeing freshmen, and seniors run by her to get to class. She had only seen a few people her age, most of them guys though. Quickly and quietly, she walked into the office. "Um.. I am supposed to get my school schedule from you. And my room and who I will be living with..." Caitlin said to the lady at the front desk. She looked up from her paperwork and without speaking she handed her her schedule, and the key to the room. It was checked off on a card hanging off the key that she was going to be living with a guy her age. She shrugged it off and started walking out the door and into the abandoned hallways. Caitlin sighed deeply. "Already late. On my first day... great..." She mumbled. She had heard her bags had already been brought to her room and she quickly headed off to her first class, history. Class went by briefly and she was told to go to her room and unpack. Caitlin raced up the stairs and through hallways until she found room 225. "Perfect.." She mumbled under her breath. Caitlin took a deep breath, and opened her door. When she glanced inside there was a boy sitting on one bed, and another bed with her stuff on it on the other side of the room. She quietly walked over to her bed and started to unpack her back to him. She didn't stop intill she heard him mumble something. "Hi." Was what he said. She glanced over her shoulder and realised he was staring right at her. "Hello." She said, with all her courage.
#8
Name: May
Age: Depends on role play.
Race: Kitsune Girl.
Personality: May's pretty quiet, brave, demanding, refuses to except any type of compliment, and is some-what moody.
History: May lives alone in a small cottage, exploring her forest home. She is threatened by hunters, and is the only creature in the forest that DOESN'T swim. It's kinda hard, considering the fact that her entire cottage is surrounded by rivers.
Starter:
May sat on a hollow log crossing one river that surrounded her house. The gentle breeze buffeted her brown hair slightly, her dim green eyes staring down at the water, watching they silver fish race by. Her brown soft tail softly swished in the water, scattering the fish. A soft giggle escaped her parted lips. The sound of cracking branches brought her attention. Her head shot up, her brown ears twitching. May growled slightly. "Show yourself." She snarled.
#9
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She had no idea when this routine started, but she knew it was when she was around the age of five. Of course, May had always been the braver, yet shy girl in school, always getting straight A's, and what-not.
And here she was, sitting in her secret hiding spot. Graffiti she had painted over the years covered the tube-like walls. The shadows casted on her light, long, blond hair, making it look like it had a purple tint. She wore her school uniform still, from where she ran from school. The soccer snobs had chased her here, as she sat curled in a ball.The rain plummeted on the ceiling of her hideout, echoing through it. Her white, cotton, long sleeved t-shirt was sticking to her figure, and her mini black skirt was slightly dripping, but still too revealing. The black knee high socks were soaked through and through,her dress shoes slightly sloshing with water. The blond hair was plastered to the sides of her face, and her tears kept streaming. Glancing outside next to her, she listened to the soccer snobs calling for her.
"Hey, Blondie! You still owe me a kiss! Oh, come one, why not face up to the challenge? You're too afraid?" One of them yelled, and the rest howled out in laughter. They were still far off, not able to see May. The soccer team was getting a new member today, though, luckily, he was getting his schedule when she had been chased. She heard he was way faster then the rest of them... Of course, that would make it harder to hide. She would probably trip, considering she was one of the most clumsy girls in the High School. May was pretty good at soccer, football, and loved to draw, skateboard, and read.
May continued sobbing, until she could hear in the distance when the new kid stepped out to see what the soccer snobs' were yelling about. She heard he was pretty nice...but she cut the thought off to keep from hoping. Yet, all faith left her when she heard them yell at him.
"New kid! Would you mind doing us a bit of a favor? It's raining to hard and we don't want to get our hands dirty. Can you go find a girl about 4'3 in height, pretty skinny, not too pale, blond hair, and annoying as hell?" They asked him. Of course, if he didn't he would just get kicked out of soccer by them.
She shuddered when she heard his reply. From here, she could hear him reply. Quick footsteps started to bound out into the rain.To find May Desmarais.
She had no idea when this routine started, but she knew it was when she was around the age of five. Of course, May had always been the braver, yet shy girl in school, always getting straight A's, and what-not.
And here she was, sitting in her secret hiding spot. Graffiti she had painted over the years covered the tube-like walls. The shadows casted on her light, long, blond hair, making it look like it had a purple tint. She wore her school uniform still, from where she ran from school. The soccer snobs had chased her here, as she sat curled in a ball.The rain plummeted on the ceiling of her hideout, echoing through it. Her white, cotton, long sleeved t-shirt was sticking to her figure, and her mini black skirt was slightly dripping, but still too revealing. The black knee high socks were soaked through and through,her dress shoes slightly sloshing with water. The blond hair was plastered to the sides of her face, and her tears kept streaming. Glancing outside next to her, she listened to the soccer snobs calling for her.
"Hey, Blondie! You still owe me a kiss! Oh, come one, why not face up to the challenge? You're too afraid?" One of them yelled, and the rest howled out in laughter. They were still far off, not able to see May. The soccer team was getting a new member today, though, luckily, he was getting his schedule when she had been chased. She heard he was way faster then the rest of them... Of course, that would make it harder to hide. She would probably trip, considering she was one of the most clumsy girls in the High School. May was pretty good at soccer, football, and loved to draw, skateboard, and read.
May continued sobbing, until she could hear in the distance when the new kid stepped out to see what the soccer snobs' were yelling about. She heard he was pretty nice...but she cut the thought off to keep from hoping. Yet, all faith left her when she heard them yell at him.
"New kid! Would you mind doing us a bit of a favor? It's raining to hard and we don't want to get our hands dirty. Can you go find a girl about 4'3 in height, pretty skinny, not too pale, blond hair, and annoying as hell?" They asked him. Of course, if he didn't he would just get kicked out of soccer by them.
She shuddered when she heard his reply. From here, she could hear him reply. Quick footsteps started to bound out into the rain.To find May Desmarais.
# 10
Even If Angels Could Fall....
Maybelle never thought it could be this painful! Falling from the clouds was not your everyday kinda thing. Once May had hit the ground, her wings were throbbing, she had a pounding head ache, and she had been scratched up from her little fall. These trees are pretty sharp... Okay, enough with that, let her give you the one fact you need to know when you see this girl with wings intact. She is a fallen angel, sent down for who knows what reason.
Maybelle had fallen into a burned down forest, that had once been a battle ground last year. She could still smell blood in the air. All the trees that surrounded her now were charred and bare, the ground hot and ashy. Since May had been wandering for a while now, she began to wonder if she would ever find a way out of here. Her snow white wings had turned black with ash, her long, flowing white, sparkling dress was torn in many places, and she had cut off most of the bottom so it went down as far as a regular mini skirt would. To her lower thighs. May had tied her bleach blond hair up in a pony tail and had cut off more then half so it was about five inches past her shoulders. Her pale skin brought out the glimmer of determination in her blue eyes.
Of course, Maybelle wasn't stumbling through the forest like a lost kitten. She was actually hiking pretty well. There were a few times she had fallen down, but not many. Knowing that there would be more then a few people coming and going from this forest, grieving for their lost ones, May tried to stay hidden. Then, she figured out she knew most of the lost souls. A few were trapped in hell, a few she had been told to introduce to the rest of the angels. Once she had fallen, she knew that most angels would grieve. May had been at one of the highest stats. The queens personal advisor. But she didn't really advise too much. She was the runner and worked at a lot of the jobs that needed to be done. Even heaven has it's doubts. Maybelle had been one of those people who held it all together, along with a lot more V.I.P.'s.
Now Maybelle was sitting in the few pieces of shelter, watching a boy grieving. Tilting her head to one side, she watched him contently. He looked like he had really lost someone. When he lifted his head, even with tears glistening on his cheeks, she could tell who one of his family members was. His dad was in heaven, and she was pretty sure his mom was too. But that was just what it looked like. Luckily, he hadn't spotted her yet. That was the good part. May could easily sneak up behind him and try to comfort him. But anyone would mistake her with a dark angel by how much soot was on her wings. Beginning to brush it off, she actually winced at how bright the white was when it showed. That's what gave her away. It was like a bright light. Standing up, May tried to sneak away, but the boy's head snapped up. His gaze looked with her icy blue eyes for half a second. While she continued staring, she brushed off most of the ash, which made her wings give off a white glow that instantly cleaned all the ash off the rest of her body. Now all she had to do was try to make this boy understand and not kill her.
Even Angels Could Die Twice...
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