oh yeah...it was suppose to be stealing...soryy about that
John McClane: Drop it. It's the police. Tony: You won't hurt me. John McClane: Oh, yeah? Why not? Tony: Because you're a policeman. There are rules for policemen. John McClane: Yeah. That's what my captain keeps telling me
Situation/History: Does not recall his past because frankly, he doesn't wish to. He came from a poor family and lived off of nothing for the longest time. Eventually, his family either died or disappeared and left him all on his own. He is determined to never have to live in such squalor again.
Gift: Vanity
Gender: Male
Personality: Vain and self-absorbed, he is mostly concerned with his own well being (financially and otherwise) and with the well beings of others who will affect his own well being. This makes him sometimes come of as a caring individual. Acts very high class, though his tendency to steal shows he is not.
Weakness (Must have it.): Quite a kleptomaniac (steals anything he can get his hands on). Has been sent to jail often for his stealing.
Appearance: Shortish, kind of messy black hair. Bright blue eyes. Rather muscular. Usually dresses in black and in high fashion.
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Situation/History: Remembers bits and pieces of her past, but for the most part has tried to forget. On occasion she'll have a flashback - those usually send her into hysterics, or long periods of withdrawal. She does not remember coming to live with the Governess, and sometimes questions whether or not she belongs here.
Gift: Hiding
Gender: Female
Personality: She's quiet until she feels comfortable in a situation. She prefers the company of books and animals to that of people, because she finds them easier to understand. Annibella has never felt entirely whole, but does not know why.
Weakness (Must have it.): Fear of commitment; distrust
Appearance: Though she doesn't believe it, most see Annibella as beautiful. She has red hair, her eyes vary in color, shifting from blue to green in an instant, and her skin is pale but flawless. She usually wears deep purples, greens, and blues of the highest fashion clothing.
Situation/History: He does care about his past. It haunts him at night. But, he can't remember anything. It gives him headaches and sleepiness. His past was a normal one, he grew up as a child that was always on the move. He loved maps and being high up. His parent's divorced and his Mom died in a drug overdose.
Gift: Running
Gender: Male
Personality: He loves people. He's very social and outgoing. His favorite thing to do is teleport obviously. He's interested in geography, its his favorite subject. His dream job is to teleport around the whole world and visit all the different cultures. He's also very funny.
Weekness: He get's huge migraines that make him irritable. Also, he has random memory loss.
Appearance. 5 foot 11 inches. Short, cropped black and and a white smile. Olive skin, and green eyes. He usually wears black, not because he's emo, just because he likes it. He wears slim jeans, plain t-shirts, and converse.
I PMd hero about posting the last profile so we should wait at least another day for a response. We could then open this back up for posting or just start what do you think.
“One sees clearly only with the heart. Anything essential is invisible to the eyes” ~ The Little Prince~
The new house her family had moved into was beautiful, one of the most gorgeous things in all of Manhattan. It wasn't any less than she deserved and she was happy. Every must be perfect. All her children were quietly inspecting it. Each child had their own room, she had a study and a master bedroom and the whole house was draped in mahogany. They had all moved in happily and it was time to get down to business. They had been invited to Mrs. Lyte's daughter's début, some of the most influential people would be there. Their first impression must be flawless. She called all of her children into her study.
"Tonight is your time to show the world who you are. Don't mess up, because first impressions are the most important. Get dressed and we'll be on our way."
Elle approached her. "Lavinia..." They never referred to her as mother, "About that deal we spoke of..."
"Ah yes Elle... come with me." Both walked into Lavinia's study, into a back room. "Put this into your bath water... it will make you seem charming and appealing..." Elle grabbed it, curtsied and ran out of the room. Lavinia smiled to herself. She had caught one in her snare, she had but 7 to go.
“One sees clearly only with the heart. Anything essential is invisible to the eyes” ~ The Little Prince~
Their new home was rather nice. A high class sort of place so Peter was content. He didn't want to look anything less than the best.
He felt Laviana wanted to speak with him, so he relaxed on a sofa in the parlour. As he waited he daydreamed about Mrs. Lyte's daughter. More specifically, the Lyte's fortune. Most anyone who would invite the Valour's anywhere would have some sort of fortune and high rank in society. Either would be to Peter's liking.
*yeah..I'm kind of confused as to what is actually happening..so that's all I've got*
Clara ran her finger along the leather spines of a few books on the nearest bookshelf. They were obviously new, crisp, never-before-read. She couldn't wait to read them.
Clara shook herself. There would be time for such things later.
Turning around, Clara cast a glance around the parlour. She saw Peter sitting patiently on the nearest sofa.
"Waiting for something?" asked Clara, curiously.
"The grasshopper!... Mind the grasshopper!... A grasshopper not only turns, it hops!... It hops!... And it hops jolly high!" ~Erik, The Phantom of the Opera
He shrugged. "I am prepared to leave, obviously, and I feel Laviana wishes to speak with me shortly."
Clara nodded and turned back to the books.
"And you? Are you dressed to go to such an event?" Peter asked, incredulous of her appearance. How on earth would he be able to make an impression if even one member of his family appeared less than perfect.
Remember: the plot is nothing more than footprints left in the snow after your characters have run by on their way to incredible destinations. — Ray Bradbury
