Name: Kylie Munn Age: [13-19] 17 Gender: Male Power: Kylie has the power of life and of growth. So he can make anything grow and he can keep things/people alive. Curse: First off: Kylie has an endless cold INSIDE of him. He can feel the cold forever present in his bones/muscles/blood/etc. And no matter what, he cannot get warm. His skin is freezing to the touch. His Second curse: When he gives something back life (big things, like animals and people) he a)passes out and b)get's very VERY sick. Personality: Kylie is a happy person who almost always has a smile on his face. He's a take whatever life throws at you kind of guy, and he has a great sense of humor. He's outgoing, loves to joke, and he loves to be with people. He prefers the outdoors and gets stir crazy easily, and he has ADHD. He's a sweet guy and he is a bit of a charmer - he loves to flirt. Also, he loves nature and wildlife. He loves to garden and to grow things. History: Kylie grew up with his twin sister, Nessa, and his two fathers, daddy and papa. His fathers discovered Kylie's powers when he was only three years old and he brought a dead bird back to life, and then got so sick he had to go to the hospital. His father's had always believed in the special powers, so this is what they thought of immediately. Over time, they were proven right as he got a more than fantastic green thumb, brought dead things back to life, and grew to be eight feet+ tall. Kylie was told about his power when he was twelve years old, when his sister's powers became evident. Recently, Kylie and Nessa were discovered and taken away from their fathers, and now are here. Appearance: Kylie has chestnut brown hair and big, puppy dog brown eyes. He's skinny and because he has the power of growth, he stands at an awkward eight feet one inch. His skin is slightly tanned. His skin is freezing to the touch as well. He has green vines "tattooed" his arms, but they move. Spoiler
Up for love? : Yes Theme: Adalia - Madina Lake Other: He has never brought a human back to life....yet
Name: Nessa Munn Age: [13-19] 17 Gender: Female Power: Nessa has the power of communication. She can communicate with anything that has a way of commuicating with its own species (meaning she can't communicate with plants. She can communicate with animals, humans, aquatic life, etc etc etc). She does this telepathically. Curse: She cannot actually communicate. She can, but she cannot speak - she has no voice. Personality: Nessa is a sweet girl, and is always doing things for people without want of anything in return. She loves to be around people, she's outgoing, and she loves animals to death. She really just likes to have fun and be herself. She's very quiet, because she cannot speak, but she has may ways of expressing herself. She's a girl who is ALWAYS happy and she always looks on the bright side. History: Nessa grew up with her twin brother, Kylie, and her two fathers, daddy and papa. Her fathers discovered Nessa's powers when she was twelve years old. Nessa has never been able to speak, not since the day she was born. Her fathers realized she had this power when they "heard" her, when she communicated with them telepathically. Recently, Nessa and Kylie were discovered, and now here they are. Appearance: Nessa has waist length, wavy, chestnut brown hair. She has naturally, lightly tanned skin and freckles across her nose and cheekbones. She stands at five feet and eight inches. Her eyes are brown with just a hint of green around the edges. She also tends to have writing and/or pictures on herself Spoiler
Up for love?: Sure Other: She can communicate with people telepathically, she knows sign language, she has a little contraption that looks like a phone that she can type into and will read aloud what she wrote, she always has pen and paper with her so she can write/draw, and she's gotten VERY good at charades, and she's taken to just writing/drawing things on her arms, hands, legs, pants, whatever - it's just easier. Her brother has also gotten very good at interpreting things for her. Also, she always wears a golden locket that says, "Nessa" on it, so if people ask her name she can just show them that.
*Hope these are okay *
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This is where everyone (except the regulars are staying ! Whoop whoop! only ,a tad smaller , they live in the rich neighborhood. The rooms are bedrooms are big, but there's only five so each person shares a room with another.
everyone ready?
~Eden "Baz" ~
I was semi conscious and beaten bloody ; I couldn't fight the armed men taking me into the cold metal helicopter. As soon as they half carried me through the door, I was hit with a surprising gust of cold air. It smelled like a hospital, but it wasn't. Before I knew it , cold liquid was being poured onto my wounds , and a slight burning made be cringe. I closed my eyes tightly, wanting the pain to stop. The groups people subsided as I felt the helicopter move into action at a quicker pace. I wasn't that bad off, Just a few marks on my face , that would soon become scars if they didn't heal. I managed to rest my arm against the cold metal to balance myself. I paced my breathing.
The helicopter made a series of stops , letting on more and more people around my age with every stop. With every new person that came on, their looks went first to me. Great start huh? I thought. Someone handed me a cup , I thought it was water , so I eagerly drank it; I was drowsy shortly after. I fought the medication , angry and confused. A boy and a girl sat beside me ,each sending me a curious glance. No one knew why we were there, we just knew we were in it together one way or another.
Short intro I know, i'm about to eat so i'm sort of rushed. Everyone is either getting on the helicopter to go to the new house, now's the chance to meet everyone !
His Tattoos: I actually found a really good picture of what I want Eli's runes to look like. They're all over his arms, chest, and back.
It's not everyday a helicopter flies over a suburban neighborhood, so when everyone leaves their houses to investigate it's totally understandable. I give everyone a big smile and a wave, my long sleeve shirt hides my "tattoos". Whenever I go short sleeved people like to stare, it's not that I don't mind the attention, it's that I mind them starring at me like I'm some sort of freak. Which I suppose I am.
"Eli, be good, okay?"
I smile and nod, hefting my bags up higher on my shoulder. To levitate them would be easier but I was currently being observed.
"You don't worry, mother. I'll be home soon, yeah?"
"Yeah."
We both knew it was a lie, even if we didn't understand why it may not be true. A heavy silence fell on my shoulders but I shook it off with another rounds of goodbyes.
Entering the helicopter was a weird experience, not because I was in a helicopter - the feeling of being suspended in air is normal to me - but because as soon as I entered the one detail that hit me hard in the face was the silence. Everyone was quiet, no one spoke, no one even breathed too loudly.
Hesitantly, with a nice bright grin plastered onto my face, I took a seat across from a drowsy looking lass and waved nonchalantly at the room.
"Hello," I said cheerily. No one replied until the drowsy one gave a weak hi. Mumbled responses followed. I grinned even wider. "Wow, aren't you all a lovely bunch? Sitting all nice and pretty... Maybe you guys are scared. It is pretty scary, yeah? But think of it as an adventure! We can all have-" Suddenly, my eyes widened and I let out a sudden burst of laughter. Without explanation I took off my long sleeve, resting back with dark blue tank top now the only thing covering my upper body. The runes on my skin flashed white before dulling down again. A chill went up and down my spin and, just because I very well could, I spiked my powers again, holding them longer before letting it die.
The familiar burn rampaged through my veins and I let out a shudder of pleasure. Much better. Upon opening my eyes again, which had fluttered shut, I let out another laugh.
They're going to think you're crazy if you keep laughing like that.
I was strangely sad. Strange because I'm not usually sad, because there's not much to be sad about, but this made me sad, strangely. Unusual like the white haired kid that bounced onto the helicopter. But not unusual in a bad way. He was so bright, he made me smile a bit. Seems he likes to talk, because he's doing it a lot. And none of it is really making the smallest bit of sense. And he glows, which is an important fact to observe. I've never seen someone glow. Is it electricity? No, if it was that I would know.
"I am... aren't I?"
He laughs loudly again and for some reason I chuckle along. I don't get the joke but it must have been hilarious to make him react like that. He turns towards me with a smile and I offer one back, as is the polite thing to do.
"Hello," I greet him quickly, louder than I did the first time when held down by my queer sadness. My fingers repeatedly pinch a ripple in my skirt that bulges up like a small mountain.
"Hello," he drawls. I smile at him, bouncing my knee just the smallest bit.
"I don't think I caught your name," I smile.
"It's because I didn't say it." He winks, which for some reason makes him chuckle. "My name is Elias." He turns away from me to address the plane as a whole. "Or Eli for short." Back to me now.
"I'm Carly." My mind wanders to the spirals on his skin. "What are those for?"
"Oh these things?" He slaps his arm with a small smile. "When these light up I can do... things."
"Things?"
"Yes, watch." He seems happier than ever to demonstrate for me so I lean closer to him. The spirals slowly light up until he's glowing like a star, then, with a simple flick of his fingers, our bags levitate into the air and circle around Elias who is also floating in mid air. I stare at him wide eyed, my mouth widening with my smile with each second that passes. All too soon he puts everything in place and returns to his seat.
"Oh yeah," he starts, "I have this too." With the spirals still glowing Eli manifests a ball of bright white energy in his hand. "I can use it to break stuff."
"Amazing," I gawk.
"What can you do," he asks after dulling his lights. I stand up happily and smooth down my skirt.
"Well, it's not much, but this."
I close my eyes and take a few deep breaths to focus then, with a quick downward swipe of my hand, the helicopter shuts off and we go plummeting towards the ground. Screams fill the helicopter but I start it back up before we can die and give the controls back to the pilot.
"I control electricity."
Suddenly a buzz fills the room followed by a man's voice.
"Carly," it says.
"Yes?"
"Don't do that again, okay?"
I blush and sit down quickly. How'd he know it was me?
"I won't. Sorry..."
"If all our life is but a dream, fantastic posing greed, then we should feed our jewelry to the sea. For diamonds do appear to be just like broken glass to me." Northern Downpour
I was outside like on a usual night on my house's back porch. I watched as a large, dark grey helicopter flew over my neighborhood. I wondered who could be on the helicopter. Sometimes, I'd let my mind wonder like that. I'd look up and think about who could afford a helicopter... A rich man... Somebody just taking helicopter lessons... A robber escaping from a crime scene.
Eventually the helicopter was almost out of my sight range and the sky was getting darker. For a second, though, it looked like the helicopter glowed with a bright white light. Then, it was dark again in the sky. Then, it plummeted. I jumped out of my chair to watch as it came up from the free-fall. Maybe, it was just my imagination.
I rubbed at my eyes and went inside to eat dinner, closing the door on the crickets and warm night air of my backyard.
When I was in bed that night I thought about the helicopter, among other things. What had caused that white light and then the free fall? It almost seemed as if the helicopter had had a large fuse breakage with sparks flying around that caused it to stop working and start falling. But, how could it have been fixed so quickly, then? I didn't think it was possible that anybody would be able to fix a fuse in such short time especially in zero-gravity.
I closed my eyes tightly and turned over. It didn't really matter. I fell asleep thinking about how I would have told Natalie about what I saw.
"Just remember there's a difference between stalking people on the internet, and going to their house and cutting their skin off." - Jenna Marbles
~ Yeah I'm letting go of what I had, yeah I'm living now and living loud ~
I started running. To be honest, I've had plenty experience running before, considering my history has an escaped foster kid. Heh, who was I kidding? They'd stopped looking eons ago, and to be completely honest I had no problem with that. So who were these stiffs coming after me?
There was a chain-link fence coming up, but I was pretty quick to scale it - gymnastics and parkour were two things of the past that seemed to be eternally useful.
Anddd then I tripped.
My second useful asset? My skills as a human matchbox. Yet these perps seemed somehow prepared for my fiery tactics too. In a moment, they'd doused me with a fire-blanket and pulled me kicking and screaming. Finally I let out an aggravated huff, groaning as one guy shoved me forward a little too rough for my taste. Waiting there was a pretty good-sized helicopter, and upon entering there were other kids looking about as flustered as I did. I was a little scared to ask the girl who had blood drying on her face what these jerks had obviously done to her. What they may potentially be doing to all of us.
When I was grudgingly boarded up, the door slammed in my face with my final hopeless escape effort, I sank to the floor before staring awkwardly at the other people onboard. Some seemed more mellow than others, and this only made my own reaction all the more uncomfortable. Staring at the finger-shaped bruises on my arm a little irritably, I took a seat, pulling my knees to my chest as if to protect myself. "Where are we?"
A boy with strange runes gleaming on his arm replied: "I think the better question is, where are we going?"
Reading is one form of escape. Running for your life is another. ~Lemony Snicket
Okay! I'm just going to start off with James's POV.
James Mitchell
Me and Oliver were pushed inside the helicopter, confused as to what to do or say. We don't know how this happened. First, we were tricking the lawn to set off red spray through the sprinklers, then all of a sudden, here we are! We tried fighting them off, Oliver even tried to escape using his speed, but even that didn't work. Before the door closed, Oliver shouted, "Rubbish! That's all what you lot are!"
I patted his back, gesturing him to sit down. Yes, rubbish, this is exactly what it is. We didn't take long to examine the helicopter, we just found a few people: one was even sleeping. My eyes flickered from two girls, and one boy who had a very interesting feature on his body.
"Brilliant tattoos you've got there, mate," I said. "Shall any of you tell us where we're going?"
"Or what we're doing here?" Oliver added. The small group glanced at eachother, before facing us.
"Honestly, we don't know. We don't know anything about this," one girl with dark hair said. We nodded in disappointment and leaned back in our seats.
"James and Oliver. He's James, I'm Oliver," Oliver introduced. "And you all?"
(Yes, I know it isn't very good, heck, it's rushed, I will admit it! But I'm in the process of ready Order of the Phoenix, and I did not know it was 766 pages. -_- Thank you JK Rowling. )
The helicopter dropped me off and I got out without a fuss. It surprised the pilots that I came quietly, but Mom had to tell them that I've been under a vow of silence for such a long time. I didn't want to break my vow until I get what I want from Mom. If Mom won't talk about my father, then I won't talk at all. I walked on, looking a little devil-make-care as I walked to my room. So far, I was all alone, but knew that I would be having a roommate or two soon. I laid there on my bed, almost looking like someone dead. I heard a knock and went to the door to answer it, since my vow of silence was still in effect.
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If anyone wants to be Morgan's roommate, be my guest. I'll work with it.
Look down and show some mercy if you can. Look down, look down, upon your fellow man.
Catarina Night I sat my knees pulled up to my chest resting my chin on them. I started to trace my veins lightly with my forefinger something I did when I was bored. I understand that I was on a helicopter by people who were interested in my abilities and people like me. It wasn't everyday you saw a helicopter in the bayou and I smiled slightly picturing people staring up at the belly of the helicopter open-mouthed and wide-eyed. Imagining the pain on Garrett's face hurt though and I brought my forehead to my upraised knees closing my eyes. I felt the helicopter land and I got out quietly my mouth practically sewn shut. I walked past everyone and into a room labeled with my name along with two others and I sat down on a desk next to a bed closest to the window. I heard a knock at the door and not even thinking opened the door with darkness. "C'mon chickadee." I said aloud when no one walked in. *Can be anyone*
"You are without a doubt, the worst pirate I've ever heard of."
A few of you are going a bit to fast. I have some stuff to include before everyone gets settled. :3 ~Eden "Baz" - The house. ~
Most of the journey was silent ; after a long while, small conversations began to break out. I mumbled a small greeting to someone but the conversation didn't really go anywhere. A few of the people were asleep when we got to the house, more like mansion if you ask me. Everyone stepped off, some eager, some hesitant. I made my way out, and stood with the others. I was beyond tired; I hadn't slept for a week , but this was the normal for me.
The armed men came out of the helicopter as the blades slowly came to a registered stop. The shortest of them all, a woman, had dark crimson hair ,and high cheekbones , she stepped in front of the others. She was wearing a white jacket, with a patch of authority on the front right side.
"Welcome!" The woman began. She had to be young, but not as young as any of us. "This will be your home for the time being, you are as we call 'special' we are here just to observe you" She concluded.
"No one here besides yourselves the scientists and us know about your abilities. You will be going to a local school , the students here believe you are exchange students." A tall dark complected man spoke up , stepping forward. "You are in no way allowed to tell them of your abilities. We want you to live as normally as possible. " He Continued. "You will find all of the house rules and regulations on your bed in your room."
"One last thing, there's two to a room. " The crimson haired woman said before dismissing us .
I looked up at the gigantic water framed house; the only way in was through a large bridge like path that folded down and up at a moments notice. This cound be fun. If only my family could see how sucessful my life was turning out to be. They couldn't hurt me here. Not while i'm protected. There were so many windows , so many glassed framed rooms, I was scared that if someone threw a rock hard enough the glass would shatter.
The bridge lowered, and we all filed in , lead and followed by the helicopter attendants. As soon as we got inside , I was amazed. Everything was more than I would expect. None of us had anything other than what we were carring when we were taken. Each person went into a seemingly different direction. I walked upstairs , and found the odd shaped room I would call home for the next , however long they kept us here. As I stepped into the room ,I realized there were two beds and an envelope on a small table by a window. I opened it, I read it to myself.
Hello and welcome! This place Is safe from everything except yourselves. The windows are made from an undestructible glass , incase you are wondering . Each of you will get A key , each key will have a button to lower and higher the bridge. Once Everyone gets settled , we will send a suitcase up , with supplies and luxeries that go along with our research on you.
Rules : 1. Please don't try to harm our house , we have certain rooms for that. 2. You must listen to the athorites of the house. 3. Curfew is 2am. (unless you have asked permission.) 4. Treat this house like you would as if you were at home. 5. Tell no one out side of the house of your abilities.
More rules may be added later in the time period.
I set the letter down, glanced around the large room ,wondering who would share the same room. I sat down on the bed and waited.
Everyone got on the plane sooner or later, and from first glances everyone seemed cool enough, I had no real complaints. Once we exited the plane a few people came to explain the rules, but I wasn't really paying much attention to them at all, my sights were set on the house. It was more than beautiful, it was all that and gorgeous, big, and clean. I could barely wait to get inside.
"This should be fun, yeah," I asked loudly, a huge smile dominated my face. Everyone started inside but I went to scope out the grounds first, attempting to find a nice quiet space that I could claim as mine. I found one soon enough, a flower bed behind a bench with a giant tree next to it. A smile took over my features as I burned a spiral into the tree like the one on my arm and, just in case they didn't catch it at first, I put Elias Place' under that.
"There, that should do it."
Once that was done it was up to the rooms. My room was easy enough to find, but once I tried to open the door I found it to be knocked. So I already had a roommate? Fantastic! I knocked eagerly and, though no answer came, the door opened soon enough. Behind the door, standing expressionless, was that quiet guy whose name I didn't catch on the way here. I think he was one of the few that actually didn't talk at all. Even the shy people said a few words. Still I held out my hand and offered a warm grin.
"Hi! I'm Elias, but I don't really think I caught your name. Don't really think you said your name."
He steps to the side without taking my hand, leaving it to awkwardly hang in the air. I give a small chuckle and drop it before striding into the room. The walls are white, which satisfy's me, but the sheets are colored, this would be a problem except my sheets are grey, white, and blue stripes, the only colors I really want to be surrounded with. I notice then that my whole side of the room is dominated with those three colors, down to the bed frame which is a light blue.
"Wow, they really know everything about us, yeah?"
I don't expect an answer so I don't wait before striding over to my bed and flopping down onto it, facing the quiet one.
"So you got a name? You don't have to say it, just write it down or something."
He gives me another bored stare before scribbling something down on a piece of paper and holding it in front of me.
"Morgan, eh? I knew a girl named Morgan. A cute one was she! Was a snob, though. Didn't like her very much, but she always smelled like vanilla, so I kept her around. I like vanilla. What can you do? Your power, I mean. Is your curse that you lost your voice? Oh, that sucks. Or maybe you just don't talk. I understand, I'll talk enough for the both of us, yeah? So, what do you do?"
Morgan stands in the middle of the room, not moving, and I just keep smiling brightly, hoping that if I stare enough he'll do something. Suddenly he's gone, vanished. My eyes go wide and I let out a wolf whistle.
"Teleportation! Good one. Wish I could teleport, would come in handy when I'm running late. Man, that Morgan kid has it good. Bet he's always on time. Lucky, that boy is."
Suddenly he reappears in the same exact spot, same stance. I laugh again.
"You always stand like that?"
And then he's gone and then back again soon after, he has a look of slight annoyance on his face. He disappears again and then- Oh!
"Invisibility! I got it, awesome! Even better, you get to sneak up on people. Great, good for spying. Just don't spy on me, I get scared easily, yeah!" I laugh out loud and push myself off the bed.
*Above I said Kylie has moving vines "tattooed" on his arms - this is what they look like": Spoiler
They cover his arms, they move, and they do not have that little pink flower.*
Nessa
"You son of a -" before Kylie could finished, he got a punch planted right on the jaw. They rammed a needle into him and before he could react, the liquid worked its magic and he fell limp.
I glanced between the people, my brother, and the woods which I could run to. They grabbed hold of me and I let out a string of cuss words directed towards them, though I remained silent. As I swun my elbow back and hit one of them in the nose, my brother stirred. Looking from the blood on my hands from my own face to Kylie's bloodied face, I bowed my head and let them take me and my twin to the helicopter.
After they all but threw me in and spent a minute getting Kylie's limp, eight feet one inch body into the helicopter, I ignored the others and sat by my brother, holding his hand in mine. The helicopter was silent, and I could hardly see a thing.
***
"C'mon chickadee" a girl's voice answered when I knocked on the door.
Opening the door, I saw a girl standing there. She gave me a smile, which I returned.
"Hello! My name is Catarina. What's yours?" She asked.
Grabbing hold of my locket, I showed her my name engraved on it. "Nessa?" She asked.
Nodding, I reached out and took her hand, but not to shake it. By touching her, I could have an even stronger communication with her.
My name is Nessa. I was born without a voice, but I have the power of communication. I said telepathically to her.
Kylie:
I woke up not five minuted before everyone had to get out. When I saw Nessa and remembered what had happened, a frown came across my face.
***
First in the room, I chose the side most appealing to me. And earthirr side with greens, browns, and some nature. A window was right by the bed, overlooking a garden outside.
Damn they knew us.
taling off my jacket, I left my arms exposed, revealing my ifelike, moving tattoos. the door pushed open and I realized from the room acrossed from mine that tgeyd made my doorway highe. No wonder I hadnt hit my head.
"hello, I'm Kylie" I said to my roommate.
*anyone. And sorry for the crappy workmenship. Doing this via phone*
You, who have all the passion for life that I have not? You, who can love and hate with a violence impossible to me? Why you are as elemental as fire and wind and wild things... — Gone With the Wind
Hope they're fine.
They're all over his arms, chest, and back.
