Cspr

First, could you make the things like Name, Gender and so on in Bold? Second, I can't see the image :( Third, could you provide a last name?? Sorry, it ...

Name : Dammar Asarin. Age (12-18): 16. Gender (One Girl/Guy per District): Male. District: 9. Appearance/Picture: A. With an average height for a male of 6’1” and a stocky build, ...

Call a guy from District 9. I'll post his Profile in a little bit. I'm not sure how I'll feel if he gets killed off *pouts* but I have a ...

((I have decided that the plane landed on the water, so anyone who could get out, got out and drifted to shore--holding onto seat cushions and stuff. And since it's ...

K.J.: I rub my hands over my closed eyes and just sigh. "I can't believe this is happening...knew I shouldn't have..." I shake my head, then look up at the ...

"Yikes." I said. He shrugged again. "It's a 'battle scar', as many say. A part of life." He replied. "What did you write your play about?" I asked him. Louis: ...

(Hello, and welcome to *coco and I's story. It's fantasy/thriller, I suppose, and sort of Young Adult. We take themes from the "Demon's Lexicon", most vampire books (minus the dreaded ...

Cspr, i love the dragon idea- details please? Uh, yeah, it'd be like they could, say, communicate mentally (humans just hear them roar and stuff). They're the Black Forest and ...

Name: Peter Lyon Age: 15 Gender: M Apperance: (Picture and Written) Peter's a tall guy, broad-shouldered and wiry. He has darker brown hair and brown eyes, with lighter colored skin. ...

Conleth: "Stupid sheep," I grumbled as I forced the thorns out of its fleece. It bleated sadly and I just glared at the bush, wishing... I shake my head briskly, ...

((Awesome. Thanks for joining! Just a few more people... Speaking of which, I need to edit the first page...))

Conleth: I jerked awake, panting. I glanced around in shock, only to find myself still in my dark room. I wiped sweat off my forehead and got up shakily, before ...

Louis: I watch him for a moment, quickly checking for any signs of anger, before just leaning back against the cement wall. "Of course," I say, voice pointedly flat, unemotional. ...

((Awesome.)) Louis: I growled quietly, as a guard tugged on my arm, nearly dragging me to wherever I was supposed to be. I guess the Priest dude had gotten bored. ...

Elizabet--Aphrodite: I sneak back out, from where I'd "run" to (a bush), and throw my knife. The handle hits his--Daemond's--armor, as I'd planned it, and I lunge forward, sliding between ...