Appearance: Wavy, sometimes curly brown hair. Foggy blue eyes. Fair but not pale skin. A wide toothy smile that brightens anybody's day. Freckles across cheerful, sometimes pink cheeks. Dimples that he absolutely loathes but everybody else finds cute. He has a tall well built, but by no means wide or thick body. At first glance he looks thin/frail but when you look closer, he in fact has a strong, muscular runners body.
History: He grew up a farm boy and assumed he was going to die a farm boy. He has a pair of loving and cheerful parents that are the social butterflies of their small little district. He just turned seventeen. He has had no real hardships in life so he would be considered emotionally weak and corruptible compared to kids from some of the other districts. He is an only child and is considered the town heartthrob, though he would never notice. He lives on the most successful farm in the district and works in the sun most of the day, though much to his annoyance, he couldn't tan to save his life.
Personality: Loves life and everything in it. He is secretly self conscious, but would never show it. He covers up his own insecurities by surrounding himself with friends and being the nicest person he could be, even if sometimes his ability to befriend and trust other people no matter what their past is could get him in trouble some day. He has never killed another person and would like to go through life never having to. He is courageous and is a natural born leader. He despises bullies and fights for what he believes in, no matter what. He tries to be confident around girls, but often makes a fool of himself. Due to his hidden lack of confidence, he usually doesn't notice if a girl likes him until it's too late and she has moved on. He usually just assumes that she thought he was ugly or unappealing so he has never had a girlfriend, it's a pretty viscous cycle. He one day hopes to become the first person in his district to travel the world and break out of the dominion, no matter what it takes.
Gift: The ability to manipulate and siphon the energy around him. He can create walls of energy to defend himself or pulses of energy to attack others. But it comes at a cost, by manipulating energy around him, his own energy depletes at a rapid pace. He also requires full and utter concentration to use his ability, which is a problem for an undisciplined, scatter brained dreamer like himself. And when he siphons energy from another living being to replenish his own, he has to feel the same pain that the being is experiencing as their life-force is being slowly drained away and if he kills another being while replenishing his own energy, he will die too. He has only scratched the surface of his powers and is ignorant of what he really has since he tries not to use his powers unless absolutely necessary.
Up for Love: If he notices you like him.
Other: He has never used a weapon in his life and never wants to. He thinks that his powers are enough to defend himself and assumes that all that weapons are meant for are for killing, and he would never want to do that. He has no idea what to expect and has a poor knowledge of suffering but has a very above average IQ for that of a district boy.
“In a Wonderland they lie, Dreaming as the days go by, Dreaming as the summers die: Ever drifting down the stream- Lingering in the golden gleam- Life, what is it but a dream?” ― Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking Glass
Appearance (picture accepted but please description): He is 5'7, now a little shorter because he crouches everywhere. He wears a rough animal skin and just that, to keep nothing from impeding his speed. He has dirty blonde hair, tan skin, and almond eyes.
History: Born in a small Rogue village, Jackson spites the Dominion before he even set eyes on the Ward or any of the Anomalies.
Living somewhat free from the grasps of the Dominion, he learned the truth about the Capitol and all who live there. He knows much more than the average warden, even if some of it may be stretched from the truth, he believes it all, and spreads it to any other Rogue he finds, even at an early age, which is not often, but word of him spread through each and every Rogue home, and eventually got to the ears of the Dominion.
When he was twelve, the Dominion sent a pack of Anomalies to his small village, decimated almost all who lived there, killing his parents and his older sister. He just barely escaped.
That was when he killed his first Anomaly.
He now spends his time befriending all he can with the wild and violent nature outside of the Dominion and hunting Anomalies for revenge. He has not had a stable home since his family was killed, and he rarely talks to any other Rogue, for fear of them getting killed. He is highly wanted in the Dominion, because he has killed over thirty Anomalies in five years.
If an Anomaly, your gift: N/A
Up for Love: Sure, if anyone will look past his feral-like abilities.
Other: He has befriended a number of animals, with his favorite a small ferret that was an orphan and dying before he met her.
Appearance (picture accepted but please description): Yeah like that. She is always in her ripped faded tee'shirt and jeans. She had a leather jacket and always had dirt smeared on her face.
History: She was born into the rogue. Her mother was raped during a mob and she was banished. She was framed but she had died during childbirth to Casey, so she had no choice but to stay in the rogue.
If an Anomaly, your gift: N/A
Up for Love: Um no I guess, seeing that there aren't any 13 years here besides her.
Other: She loves horses and is very smart for someone who lives in the Rogue
Appearance (picture accepted but please description): Tara has chestnut brown wavy hair down to midway down her back that she always wears up in a black ribbon. She has almond shaped eyes the color blue of the sea before a storm. She is curvy and has an hourglass figure. She has somewhat tan skin. She has an oval/ heart shaped face and a slight widows' peak. She is long limbed and long waisted. Tara is tall, about 5'7". She has a pink-red scar from her right temple to her chin. She wears whatever clothes she can find, make or that are cheap.
History: Tara was raised in a poor family with many brothers and sisters, she being the oldest after Derrick died in an accident in the factory where he worked. (List of siblings: Derrick (died at 18) Anna (16) Max (14) Chelsea (12) Sam (10) Clary (10) Rob (7)). With Derrick dead, she took his place working at the factory at the age of thirteen. She soon had an accident at the factory that gave her her scar and almost got her fired. Her parents, Marie and Adam Westerfeld, also work at the factory and have been working there since she was 12 and he was 14. She tries her best to help them and to help her brothers and sisters.
If an Anomaly, your gift: Tara has the ability to read people's minds. She telepathizes by touch, and only needs the slightest brush of skin on skin to read your mind. While this has helped her time and time again at work, deciding how she should act based on her boss's mood, it is also a burden. She tries to wear long clothing that will grant her no direct contact with others as much as possible. She also gets a splitting headache afterwards, getting worse and worse depending on how strong the person's emotions are.
Up for Love: Sure. She's hi-curious. She would like to go out with someone who's immune to her powers because it would make the relationship a lot easier.
Other: Nope.
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"Look out! He's got a daisy!" - Making Money by Terry Pratchett
Chuck Norris- worshiping gnomes, undead pandas, pet chupacabras and undead Keanu Reeves-what could possibly go wrong?
Appearance (picture accepted but please description): Athena has baby blue eyes and long dark hair. She is medium height and is slightly attractive, but for some reason people don't really notice it. She has a warm skin tone from being outside and stubborn, puckered lips.
History: Athena's father was a Warden who died on the Ward, and the only picture she has of him is a family portrait. She lived the typical life of helping out on the docks and bargaining for food like the rest of her district, and she hates it when people look down on her when they hear about her family situation. Her mother became depressed, only managing to go to work long enough to keep their house and put food on the table. Her father was secretly an Anomaly that could read minds, but he only told Athena's mother.
Personality: Athena is very hard headed. She is very hard to break and would hold on with every tooth and nail she can muster. She is very protective and good natured, which most of the time ends up coming back to bite her, but she would never regret it. Loyalty is everything from what she learned from her father and she wears that on her shoulder like a badge.
If an Anomaly, your gift: Athena can make people and animals hallucinate, but a part of their panic would enter her so she can only hold her concentration for so long.
Up for Love: Yes.
Other: N/A
"we'll fasten it with some safety pins and tape and a dream, and you're good to go, honey."
Appearance (picture accepted but please description):http://browse.deviantart.com/art/Sebastian-Michaelis-284331011Dark hair and black eyes,he has lightly tanned skin .Usually wears cut offs,old T-shirt and hiking boots.Sometimes even in just shorts and flip flops.
History:Mother was unknown.He was left on the door step of his fathers home.He found he could change forms when his father threw him from a cliff telling him if he wanted to live he would have to fly. He is the only one besides him younger sister who can change form and bring food to the dinner table.
If an Anomaly, your gift:The ability to see ones death,though his sight tires him and leaves him blind for a few minutes.His village sees him as a bad omen.When time come for that one to die he takes the form of a large raven and rips through space to leave the marked one a corpse. He is also skilled in hand to hand and long range fighting.
Up for Love: Yes,If who ever can put up with his protective manner.
Other: He is a caring and loving soul.He knows nothing more than his job and survival.He is the only one in his dwelling who can make the birds stop and listen to his voice.His father believes he is his mothers son ,but the village knows and sees his father in him so much that they worry it will hinder more than help.Kixx also one day wishes and hopes to see the other Districts.
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Sometimes I wrestle with my demons....
other times we just struggle.....
The only stupid questions are the ones unasked.
I'm afraid you've gone mad, but I'll let you in on a secret, all the best people are.
Appearance (picture accepted but please description): He has a kind crinkled face and a scruff of peppered hair with a balding head, and clever blue eyes behind his spectacles. His back is slightly hunched, and his smile is warm and welcoming.
History: He had a normal life with a son and a wife, and has a spotless record from what the Dominion can see... He is actually one of the people who help out the Rogues, and since he is a Supervisor he can do it cleanly without getting caught. He doesn't look down on Anomalies anymore, but when he is being watched he acts strictly business so no one will suspect him of anything. No one knows AT ALL about this, not even his family, and he recruits rebels.
Personality: He is very intelligent and kind, and he is a great actor. He is well accustomed to Anomalies, so mind readers have a hard time trying to read him. He has a hard time getting over the Anomalies and Wardens he had looked over that died, and he is very like a father or grandfather figure.
If an Anomaly, your gift: N/A
Up for Love: Nope, that would be weird.
Other: N/A
(I won't be writing as them unless I have to, this is just profiles for them)
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"we'll fasten it with some safety pins and tape and a dream, and you're good to go, honey."
The sun lowered its aching feet down the horizon to surrender the world to the moon, who stood as an omen to remind Athena that the time was nearing to reveal her fate. She was sitting in front of her window, her small backyard huddled under the shadow of her small house and a single tree reaching its great arms to brush the bottom of the window's frame. Her mother had said nothing as Athena had tread up the stairs with her fair share of dinner, a hollow feeling in her chest. On she had walked, and a goodbye ghosted through the air that was ignored by both of them.
She had eaten all of her food out of obligation, and now an empty plate was sitting in her lap. She refused to go downstairs again, so instead she put it on her dresser. A picture of a healthy family was resting next to where she put it, and she picked it up. She resembled her father best; they both had blue eyes, they both had dark hair. They both had a slight dent on their chin, and they both had puckered lips like someone had pinched them together and it never went back. She looked nothing like her mother; her mother was delicate looking, with mousy hair and mousy eyes and thin lips that stretched all across her face when she smiled.
She popped out the picture from the frame and slid it in her shoe, and then laid down on the bed. She wasn't sure if she was an Anomaly; no one was, when they're before Citizenship. However it just happened to be that as of the strike of noon today, the day the Wardens came in the cloak of night, that she had become apart of the Citizen world. All she had to be was not Anomaly.
She dozed off on top of the covers, and did not wake up until she tasted the rough flavor of leather and hand sweat. When she opened her eyes a pare of black ones glared at her behind a mask of black uniform, silently leading her up and out of the bed with a gun trained at her back. She knew the Warden's symbol, but the shock had yet to take her.
Four others were in her room, and not a light disturbed their shadowy figures as they pushed her outside with her feet still bare. She glanced at her mother's door as she left, but a light did not spill on them as she was hustled onto the back of a vehicle where other gloomy faces peered at her, the newcomer. Finally, it wasn't until she was finally strapped down to the bottom of the vehicle that she realized it wasn't a dream.
I'm an Anomaly.
She tried to stand, but the restrictors and another gun trained at her head stopped her. The vehicle was already rumbling and spewing putrid gas in their faces, and sobs broke her attention. A girl that she faintly recognized was sobbing at the corner of the back, folded in on herself like a broken doll and her glowing blonde hair spilling over her face in the first disarray she had ever seen her in. She was too surprised and far away to comfort her, so instead she settled for glaring at the Warden who rode in the back with them. He ignored her.
The vehicle made one more stop, and Athena watched as a scrawny boy was dragged out by the collar and a wailing mother reached out from the doorway, stopped by a sturdy man's arm that has to be the husband. It was the butcher, Mr. Dunway; he always gave her a good deal on fresh meat, and she had eaten dinner with them once.
The boy was tossed in the back and landed on one part of each person already there, and the Wardens strapped him down and cuffed him on the head. He almost passed out, but Athena could still hear whimpers.
Disgust and animosity rose in her throat, but she was not the one with the guns. She was powerless at that moment, with not even knowing she was an Anomaly less than an hour ago she did not know what she was capable of. So she waited, her anger growing as the ride wore on.
Finally they arrived at the train station, but Athena could smell the smoke before she saw it. She had never seen the Warden train before, but it seemed to mock the silent night that cringed in comparison to its ominous frame. It was huge with a leering face and snout that road low on the tracks, the hefty symbol of the Wardens painted on its dark scales of metal. Only the first three trailers were properly furnished; the rest were hallowed bones, with only rusty metal walls and bars to keep in the Anomalies.
Wardens were swarming the grounds like mutated ants, and a swarm of them began yanking everyone on the vehicle off. They jerked and jostled her to the point of her wanting to rip off their ears, and they did it all the way to where they herded them like cattle into one of the trailers where they locked them in.
Spoiler! :
Sorry the first post took so long, I had a lot of stuff going on.
"we'll fasten it with some safety pins and tape and a dream, and you're good to go, honey."
"Bettina...todays the day." I say quietly to my best friend as I nibble on a few grapes that I had picked up before meeting Bettina at our usual meeting place.
"Maybe it doesn't have to be Jo...I mean maybe we can leave. We can run away..." Bettina crosses then uncrosses her legs on the large rock that she's currently habituating. Our meeting place is at a tiny lake that we found at age ten when we had been exploring.
"You know that I couldn't leave Lily if I wanted to. The only thing thats held me back from being taken away earlier was...Thomas." Even the name of that disgusting warden brings a bitter taste to my mouth. When he found me changing one day, just for practice, he confronted me about being an anomaly. I cried and begged him not to tell anyone and the only way for him not to tell was for me to...to...the thought makes me want to throw up. I should've killed him...I would have but...I didn't have the hate I have in my heart for him now back then.
Bettina gets up and begins pacing. "I just...I don't want you to get hurt Jolie." She looks over at me with tears brimming her eyes. I get up and hug her. A sob escapes from me, and I almost crumple.
"You should begin saying goodbye to your family Jolie. I'll see you later. Kay?"
"Okay." I mumble quietly and begin walking back home.
Later that night, Thomas is looking down at me with a wicked smile on his face. His gun is pointed at me and I sigh and get out of bed. My family is watching me in the living room. My dads face is creased in despair, while my mother is huddled on our couch sobbing. My brothers face is impossibly angry, and he's holding Lily back while she fights against him, her light brown face covered in tears while she sobs for me not to go. I take in each of them, and smile at them sadly before my back is prodded with Thomas's gun. He pushes me through town in silence until we get to a truck.
Inside I see a familiar blond head among a few other people and I shake my own.
"Hey Bettina." I say quietly as the truck starts.
"Hey Jojo." My best friend says quietly. And for the rest of the ride we're all silent.
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Yeah like that. She is always in her ripped faded tee'shirt and jeans. She had a leather jacket and always had dirt smeared on her face.
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