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 Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2011 11:13 pm
Character Profile:
Name: Violet
Age: 17
Eyes: Change between blue and gray
Hair: medium black with red streaks
Extra Classification: shape shifter, punk, plays guitar and sings. Ears, tail, and wings usually hidden. Wings: Light gray, Tail and ears: Black
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2011 11:54 pm
 Name: Rose Sinclair Age: 16Race: Humanoid/Demon Eyes: Yellow which flashes silver when provoked Hair: Darkred, always up in a pony tail Power: Can manipulate fire, and darkness but not full control of them.Extra Classification: She's an athlete, usually doing martial arts or kendo, but sometimes does soccer. Is a drawer, a punk rocker, plays the drums, and a singer. She aims to please.
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Posted: Tue Jun 21, 2011 8:36 pm
Violet walked up to the new boarding school and looked at the silent yard. Sighing, she hauled her packs up and walked forward, opening one massive door to see possibly hundreds of students walking about with an air of purpose about them. Slinking through the doors, she made her way to the office, following the signs to get her schedule and room assignment. 
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Posted: Tue Jun 21, 2011 9:14 pm
Sometimes the world around her is merely a dream. True, it can be a vivid dream, one that comes to her every night, pulling her into a complex world where she is not herself, but someone stronger, someone she wants to be. Sometimes the dream becomes too real, and consumes her, pulling her to insanity. Other times the world turns on her, throwing her down from the top. And other times, it is just too different from the world that is reality to even help her. And when the dream turns against her, she is thrown into darkness, an evil world and she has no guide. Sometimes the dream itself was a guide, a prophetic vision of what could have been, and might still be. She gets lost in it, trying to avoid the fate, or call it to her.
It is a place where the pain, the fear and the sins are wiped away, where she is pure and good. Sometimes it is a place where people do not depend on her every moment, where the only person who needs her help is herself. Sometimes it is a world where she is not constrained by orders, and where she is free to follow her heart. And sometimes it is a place where she can only be herself, the one that no one else may see. Sometimes it is a place where she take the place of someone unimportant, and where her life is simple and sweet. Other times it gives her freedom to be the hero instead of the villain. Which she might never find again. Sometimes it is not a dream at all, but an alternate reality, a world she is a part of but can never exist in. And sometimes...
...she wake up.
A yelp mixed with the blaring music of the alarm, proclaiming an end to her dreams and to her rest for today at least. Quickly she sat up, hand slamming into the power button of the alarm and knocking it off of the night stand. She doesn't care that the thing has fallen. It has happened before and it will happen again, so this time doesn't matter any more than the last. She throws back the covers and buries her face in her hands, completely and utter exhausted from the previous work out her soccer coach had made her do for being tardy to practice. She wondered what it would be like if life was a dream. A simple fragment of imagination that turns into reality with every passing thought. However, this was true reality no such thing as dreams ever comes true.
When she finished her steamy shower, she stared at the foggy mirror, looking at the person staring back. When did she stop knowing who she was? When did she become someone she didn't want to be? Changing without having the slightest clue, she knew why she did. Even if she thought she didn't know but deep down she knew perfectly well why, and how she changed. How she became this person with such sorrow, and hatred hidden deep down within herself. At times she would fight with her inner demons on showing the world how much it hurts to hide in a shell that wasn't her own. "Why did you run? Why couldn't you fight back, or have at least done something?" She questioned as if the reflection would answer every confusion this world had to give. All she got was silence, and more frustration. "... Cause I was afraid." She murmured, a somewhat sad smile on her lips. When the young redhead finished holding her hair up in a pony tail adding two golden chopsticks on either side of the band, adding her skull clip she started to dress up in her usual clothing-a black bra like shirt with flames, black booty shorts, a white checkered belt, long pink tights, white shoes with red flames matching her bra like shirt, her black fingerless gloves, her large bracelets, her favorited pink and white scarf and to finish off her outfit was a long sleeve left arm cover-which was unappropiate according to school rules, but she didn't listen to school rules. Everyone dress how they pleased, so why not do the same?
She quickly took a ganola bar, a can of coke, and her backpack. Oh yes, the breakfast of champions, she would have said if anyone was to have question her decision for breakfast, and headed straight for school. School was a more paranoid place to be. She always seemed to fear society rejection. Well she feared any kind of rejection. Never one to stay alone. She got there in less then a few minutes, having a nice agility put in use. It was already full of kids, having to be either dropped off, or arrived in such an early time. Most of them had an air of royalty and purpose in them as she held an air of a slum dog. Living in the lowe plates always made her seem less of a being to others, specially the "higher" races. No one liked demons. Sadly she was half demon. This made fitting in more difficult.
She sighed, and continued her walk to school grounds. She became a helper for the adults, giving out schedules for newies, and helping out with their absents. She liked helping as much as a fat kid loves cake. She never had help in her life, however that doesn't mean she couldn't help those in need even if its just showing them around campous, or giving the their schedule. Everyone needs to start somewhere, right? Once arriving in the Attentence Office, she sat on a small desk with her name engraved on a silver plate, Rose Sinclair, on the right side of the large room. Other adults have already started working on their files, and reports. The redhead on the other hand rearrange papers, folders, and other objects she needed to take care off within school hours, before her own classes start.
(Occ: sorry for such a long post lawl )
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Posted: Wed Jun 22, 2011 9:12 am
Pushing open the door marked "Office" Violet paused, appreciating the immaculately done up office. They compliantly don't waste money here... she thought as her tail twitched behind her and her ears swiveled to catch the many sounds in the office. Her tightly held in wings ached but she ignored the annoyance- it was one she was fairly used to. Looking around, she saw a beautiful red head with an interesting choice of clothes sitting at the attendance desk. She doesn't exactly look like an adult, Violet thought, slowly walking forward to reach the desk. Rose Sinclair.. That name sounds familiar Trailing off her thought, Violet stood in front of Rose feeling a little intimidated. Looks like she doesn't have to live on campus. I hate my life. "Uh, hi..." Violet said, catching Rose's attention.
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Posted: Wed Jun 22, 2011 7:47 pm
Sometimes the world around her is merely a dream. In it she becomes something far more than an obedient servant. She becomes a divine being, born to rule, and fated to die at the hands of her subjects. Sometimes it makes her feel as if she is destined for higher things, or it can make her feel lower than dirt. The dream can make her question where she came from, and where she is going. Sometimes she yearn to be part of that world, and sometimes she shys away from it. And sometimes...
...she grows to fear sleep.
"Sometimes when you dream, everything is far less than it seems it should really be." She murmured to herself, gathering small stacks of stabled paper on her arms. "The love you came to know and depend upon wasn't even there in the first place." Rose dropped some paper on the floor where she cursed silently and started picking them up one by one. "Each night you yearn to avoid the dreams that bring the worst of your fears to you, the dreams that cause tears you wish you never had to shed." Placing the said papers on her desk, she carried a large stack of folders. "In the dreams your callous words drive your love so far away from you. And sometimes you can never escape it." As Rose had so carefully, or so she thought, carried the large packet of folders to a small room build in the Attendence Office. The folders swayed from one side to the other. Yeah, she knew she should have done this one at a time instead of trying to get them all there at once, but she was kinda impatient at the moment. Some of the folders fell, causing a small 'eek' to release from her throat. Finally she managed to place the rest of the stack on a cluttered table, however since her luck today was a bit on the downhill, the larger stacks of paper and other objects came towering down right after she got the door to close. A loud thud was heard which made her inwardly wince. The redhead certainly didn't want to get a lecture for that mess. Walking back to her little desk she looked up to find a raven at the front. Was this girl there this whole time? This made her flush slightly as realization dawned at the redhead that maybe this raven had heard her talk to herself.
"Hello! My name is Rose Sinclair. If your new come over here!" She said cheerfully, a smile on her face. She then looked at her messy desk, which became like that when she tried rearraging things. Which went terrible, obviously. Rose couldn't even get a small stack of papers to look neat. "Er.. Where did I put that roster... Uhm..." Digging through her mess she mumbled a few more curses before giving up and looked back up at the raven, laughing sheepishly. "Can I have your name, and last?" She asked instead, "I'll just look you up in the computer!"
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Posted: Wed Jun 22, 2011 9:51 pm
Watching with a mildly blank expression, Violet stirred herself, Rose reminding her of her kitten before she had moved. Putting her hand on one of Rose's, Violet finally got her to stop quickly enough for their eyes to lock. Mentally changing her eye color to gray, Violet emitted a calming sense, low enough to give the girl in front of her peace. "My name is Violet Silverhawk, I'm the newest student and I'm to live on campus. I am a Shifter Angel," she said, raising her huge ears a little above her shortly cropped hair. Realizing she still held onto her hands, Violet quickly moved hers and dropped her gaze, her eyes returning to blue. "I just need my schedule and room assignment." She murmured, wishing to stretch her wings. They were starting to cramp and it was always a pain to fully extend them. In fact, outside might be better, but Violet looked around the spacious office. No, best to wait a little longer... She returned her gaze to Rose. "I need to be able to stretch my wings- they cramp something horrible if I hold them tight much longer." Violet trailed off, realizing she had said more about herself in that single sentence and to a total stranger at that. She blushed slightly, resisting the urge to look up into Rose's eyes again. They remind me of Kelsa... The thought made her shudder at the single memory before she was forced to come this far away. Mentally shaking her head, Violet glanced up at Rose.
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