Young Writers Society

Name: Piper Eriksson


Age: 17


Gender: Female


Appearance: Short (about 5’3” although she always wears heels). She has natural ash blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She doesn’t often wear make up unless she’s going undercover. Wears casual clothes such as jeans and nice shirts most of the time.


Personality: She’s not at all shy when it comes to her sexuality, and will flirt with anyone who’s good looking or funny enough for her liking. Her sarcastic personality and her flirtatious behaviour are really defence mechanisms to stop herself being hurt.
She’s ruthless and won’t hesitate to kill her enemies or lie in order to gather information when necessary. She’s also killer with a gun.


Likes: Arguing with people, chocolate and drinking coffee.


Dislikes: Criers, people who follow crowds, fake people.


Power(s): Memory manipulation – she can create false memories and make people forget other memories, although the person’s memories return to normal when they’re more than ten metres away.


History: Born in Boston but her dad and her moved to New York when her parents split up. Has an older sister who she only sees occasionally. Joined the hunters after they tried (and failed) to kill her, and discovered she was useful for manipulating others into revealing information.


How they joined the Hunters: See above


Other: Fidgets when bored, good at fighting although not overly strong physically.


Up for love?: Yes, if someone manages to break through her shell;)

Alexis, Hunter:

So we were assigned to hunt this ginger-haired girl. I was ready to get my guns blazing. Me and Stevie slowly left the alley and saw the hawk. I sent a garbage can flying out of our path, but then realized the loud noise could alert this Izzy girl of our approach. I made the garbage hover slowly until it noiselessly touched the ground.

"Good thing you did that," Stevie remarked, her eyebrows raised, "Because you totally would've blown our cover."

"I realize that," I snapped. I loaded my gun and together we trudged off to try adn complete our duty.

(Okay, maybe Theo and Schera should hunt someone else, Riley maybe?)

Moo I'm tired, and I know you will kill m for this but I need to get to sleep because I want to get at least some of my weekend spent in vegetable mode. Please don't murder me brutally and I will post tomorrow? In fact scrap that, don't murder me at all?

(sorry I wrote so FREAKING much.)
Name: Marisol Fuzo (Foo-zo)
Age: 18
Gender: Female

Appearance: She's about 5'2 with a curvy latina build and tan, sunkissed skin. Her eyes are a seductive chocolate that can make you feel utterly loved or loathed. She has a pert nose gifted with an additional exotic face and features. Along with wavy, honey brown hair that drags to her waist and is usually her greatest asset. Somewhat(only in her hair and eyes) Jessica Alba lookin- https://images.ebsco.com/jc/0000517580908.9.jpg

Personality: She's a total tomboy with a spanish accent. Marisol is one of those people who could be really smart if they just apply themselves...but doesnt care to or just doesn't feel the need to. Either way, that's her. Besides her lazyiness she's actually pretty determined when something she cares about is involved. She loves risks because the suspense makes her blood rush and she's always saying something like "you're just like your mom...that's exactly what she said last night" of course she knows it's creepy coming from a girl, but hey, that's what you get from growing up surounded by guys. Plus she's a no share kind a kid. Sort of like she has 50 candy bars, instead of sharing--she devours within an hour just to make sure no one else gets anything.....Oh, and she's compltely oblivious to any good looks that she might possess.

Likes: Rainy days, poker, sky diving, her powers, pitbulls, studded belts, Heroes(the show), vampire stuff, her ipod, and kick boxing.

Dislikes: cats, pink, coffee, running, and school.

Powers: sonic scream. Basically when she screams anything and everything within a 3 mile radius will break, crumble, shatter, snap, etc. People standing behind her, however are completely unaffected.

History: She was born in Barcelona, Spain, lived there for 10yrs but moved to Mexico for 4 1/2 years before coming to America. She's completely legal. Marisol has two twin brothers and lived with her aunt after she finally having enough of the crap she had to deal with at home. Her parents were addicted to drugs. Always bringing home strangers, parties in the basement. She never knew who was going to hurt them. People weren't to be trusted, she learned that from a young age. When she decided to leave Mexico and her parents behind, move to America, her brothers (were 12, while she was 15) wanted nothing to do with her. She left, hasn't seen them since. Aunt Bells has treated her kindly for the most part, well she had treated her nice the last time she saw her--which was exactly 2 years 4 months 5 weeks and 1 day ago. Yeah, she kept track.

How they joined the Hunters: Like I said it was 2 years ago. Hunter came to her. It was a February afternoon, pretty chilly out. Her Aunt Bells, as she liked to call her, was waiting for her back home in the city apartment. Except Marisol couldn't come back home. She'd gotten into another one of her risky stunts and this time it had backfired. She sat in a small little jail cell on the outskirts of town in the police office. That's what she got for throwing firecrackers through a shop window, breaking the glass in the process......
skipping a few hours ahead: She'd been taken over with this sudden feeling of anger. It had been so raw, so strong. Her vision went red and a scream lodged in the back of her throat burned for freedom. Burned as if it were drenched in acid. Her scream shook the entire earth it seemed and she'd gotten lost within tremor after tremor until Marisol passed out. Thinking back now, clearly someone had been playing with her mind. Hunter must've found her, because she woke up the next day and there he was, a mysterious man, explaining that she was now to live where he wished her to.

Other: never been kissed.

Up for love?hmmm sure.

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Name: Julianne McLeod

Age: 17

Gender: female

Appearance: She's tall and slender, with beautiful curves and a long, blonde, wavy hair. Her eyes are gree, very light green. Her skin is white, but not to the extreme. She has long, lean legs that every girl would want. She has a thing face and beautiful, pink lips, not full but not thin either, they are really well proportioned lips.

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Personality: She is braggy, sometimes. She is very strong, and determined. If someone' dares to mess up with her, they¡ ll get their reward. She never ever does gives back, iif someone offends her, she doesn't offend back. If someone does somehting bad to her, she doesn't do something back. She, just...gets even. She never forgets who has debt wiith her, ever. Although, she might be very braggy, bossy and mean, if someone really keeps her a friend, they'll discover that deep inside she's a nice person. BUt really deep.

Likes: Cruelty, she's cruel and likes getting even. Likes controlling others in every possible way, she's up to no good also. Likes being mean and strong and really positive. She likes reading, writing, investigating as much as she can.

Dislikes:Blood, even though she likes death. She doesn't like being disrespected and humilliated.

Power(s): She can read, control and shield minds.

History: She was borned in a rich family back in England. She always had everything she wated, from doll and toys, to boyfrinds and friends. But when she was fifteen, her parents decided to move to New York. She liked hte idea at first but when she arrived everything changed. She began listening to strange voices that resembled her mother's voice. The voices only got worse. then, when she wanted something, for some reason it was given to her, she alwyas won debates, cheerleading competitions. Adn then it was that she discovered her powers. But since she was a little girl, she ahd been taken to a psichiatirst to see what were those voices that she heard sometimes. She used ot hear them at school and that made her crazy and evenrtualy cause some of her friends to turn their backs at her. Her parents never knew about this. One day they decided to go back to Ebgland but leave her here, for the school ehre she was studying was excellent, but they actually were running away from her.

How they joined the Hunters: when she found out that one of the kids at her school in New York also had powers and one of them accidentally killed her little siter. She was furious and decided that she ws going to avenge her sister. In her search for revenge and her new fully developped power, one day she came across this interesting mind and it cought her attention.Hunter. She came to him one day and since he saw she had potential, not only for hte rage that reigned over her but for the powers she had.

Other: Rolls her yes constantly and is really bad at paying attention. romantic deep inside.

Up for love?: always so that's a yes.

Name: Jacob Thomson

Age: 19

Gender: male

Appearance: 6'2", well-muscled, short brown hair, light grey eyes. Medium complexion. Wears jeans and t-shirts, usually white

Personality: A man of few words, blunt, competent. That's all anyone really knows about him at this present time.

Likes: Being outside (whether in the woods or in the city), being alone, beef burritos, jerky, the color green, fall, bonfires, being right

Dislikes: Crowds, loud noises, being wrong, people who won't leave him alone, over-cooked vegetables, headaches

Power(s): Controls light, and can make people see things (illusions)

History: He grew up in a normal house in the suburbs, an only child of an insurance salesman and a veterinarian. He seemed normal enough. Then one day when he was about twelve he accidentally blinded a school mate when he came into his powers. Frightened, he ran away and was picked up by the Hunter.

How they joined the Hunters: see above

Other: up for love

Alucard~~
I stepped out of the roof hatch into the mid afternoon sun. The lofty apartment buildings rose around me to their twenty stories, the people on the streets looking like ants below them. Trsiton stepped out behind him and walked up to the edge.

"Why do we do this?" he asked.

"Because we have to. We've both done things that cant be repaid, but we're going to do what we can. It's all we can do."

"Right."

"Someone's running down there."

"Supernatural?"

"Can't tell."

Buggy, could Jacob be Marisol's partner?

Name: The Hunter (Real name: Duncan Harper)


Age: 37 (If this is okay? I wasn't sure if the age limits applied to me... But I will change, if you wish.)


Gender: Male


Appearance: http://setokakashiluver.deviantart.com/art/Anime-Middle-aged-Man-80058424


Personality: Power hungry and savage. He will stop at nothing to get what he wants. He is an expert manipulator and can read people through their body language. He must be in a seat of power at all times, otherwise he will slowly go more and more insane. When he is in control, he is cool, calm, and malicious. Only at certain times will his true insanity come into play. He always puts himself in a position that is far above every other. He has no doubts in his own worth, but it takes very much to impress him.


Likes: Power, power, power, power! It is his every wish. Other than that, though: Thunder, mahogany wood, fine furnishings, luxury.


Dislikes: Stupidity, whining, slowness, excessive heat.


Power(s): His only natural power is to absorb the powers of others. However, for every bit of power he absorbs, the Hunter gains some of that ability. The many shape shifters he has "consumed" allows him to shape shift at his will.

However, this quality of his power had one major weakness: He is running on borrowed time, somewhat like gas in a car. He must continue to consume others' power to fuel his own. And while he uses a different ability than his own, it is as if a clamp is put on his mind. As his "fuel" runs out, the clamp becomes tighter and tighter until the Hunter is forced to stop. It is very uncomfortable for him, even when his fuel is at is highest.

History: The Hunter inherited a large insurance agency from his wealthy father after his family's untimely death when the Hunter was 20. He had been in Europe at the time, researching the roots of the power at the center of every human with power. He came back to New York to take over the business, and so the Hunt began.


How they joined the Hunters: He began Hunting alone years ago, but had slowly been building up an empire through his elite agents. The Headquarters (if this is okay) are based at the penthouse suite of a Manhattan high-rise, in the Hunter's very own home. The lower floors of the building is dedicated to housing the Hunter's insurance agency.


Other: He has a few favorites among the Hunters, but he dislikes far more.


Up for love? Oh, my... I suppose, if you really want to. But it would take a LOT of work.

**Okay - let me know if you have any problems.

Um, Moo? I think it would be much better if we start over with the posting tomorrow. Only because a lot of people including me joined like...a second ago. I'll post this in the discusion thread with a more valid reason.

**Sure, I'd love to have Jacob and Marisol be partners.**

Michael - Powered

“You know, sooner or later, someone’s going to notice that there’re two of us.”

Michael sighed – this was what happened when he kept a duplicate active most of the time, it started voicing his own thoughts back at him. Not necessarily as he had them, though, just thoughts that he had had, or would soon have. The way they worked, they were almost like individuals, taking little actual effort to be controlled.

“That’ll only happen if we screw up somehow.” Michael replied, “Otherwise, everything will continue going the way things have been so far.”

The other him, sitting on the edge of his bed, simply shrugged. “Well, we’d better be getting ourselves to school then. Test to sit and all.”

I’ve got to be at least some kind of crazy, Michael thought, leaving his house by the front door while his double snuck himself out. I’m sure I don’t need him to have those conversations.

Wait ... so Izzy is being hunted by 2 groups? I'll just leave it open for whatever.

Izzy - Powered

It was a beautiful time to be flying, she could dip and dive and fly in and out of the clouds. It was perfect really.
Something made her look back; two people were walking in the street below. Izzy focused her hawks eye on them and focused in; they were looking straight at her. It wasn't a casual glance that a passer-by might do, it was the straight, sure look of a tracker.
Izzy cursed, she didn't know what to do. She couldn't fight, she'd never had any training. She couldn't change back into her human form, her hair was a little to distinctive sometimes.
Why do they have to ruin my morning?! she grumbled to herself slightly as she started to fly again, still trying to think of a plan.
It was then that she saw the pigeons feeding in a courtyard. Quick as lightening, she transformed into an exact copy and plummeted down, landing in the middle of the feeding group.
Izzy didn't look up, she just pecked away at the disgusting crusts of mouldy bread a little kid kept throwing at her.

Hey everyone, I'll be gone tonight for a concert with Bonnie and Prospekt so one of you guys can start us off again; we've kinda discussed it in the DT. Just no immediate action and exlposions etc, for the time being, kay?

Be good

-Moo