Valen Starting but still accepting!!

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Hey, sorry this is a bit late.

Name: Scarlett Lockwood- Scar

Age: 16 years old

Gender: Female

Valanians or Humans: Valanian

Power (If in Valen): Fire. It can’t burn her and if she were to stand in a fireplace when she was sick then she would instantly feel better. She can draw power and energy from her element and when she is angry she literally glows with it- and if anyone goes to touch her then they will come away with bad burns. She can also manipulate the flame needs- If she imagines something setting alight ahead of her for a while then it literally will catch fire.

Description: Scar is around 5’6” in height with a lean, athletic build and lightly tanned skin. She has a dark brown pixie cut with several streaks of golden blonde laced through her fringe. Her eyes are a very unusual light purple colour and are surrounded by long dark lashes. Her face is scattered with freckles and she has a small proud nose. She usually wears shirts with slogans and skinny jeans or shorts and her favourite pair of red converse sneakers.

Other info: Her parents both went missing when she was only 4 years old and Scar grew up with the Valen along with her older brother, Blake. She first “discovered” her power when she was eight years old and accidentally set fire to several cars in a public parking lot because she was bored and started imagining what would happen if a fire started. It took her years to learn to control her power properly and to stop setting things- and sometimes people (nobody was ever ‘seriously ‘injured) alight. At first Scar can seem really shy around people to people that don’t know her- but she can be really talkative, friendly and even a little crazy around people she knows well. She often has a lot of energy and loves running wherever she can. She isn’t very physically strong but she is a quick thinker and fast on her feet. She always carries a knife around with her (for extra protection).

Up for Love: Sure. She’s straight.
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Name: Zakary O’Paul- Zak

Age: 18 years old

Gender: Male

Valanians or Humans: Human

Description:
Zak is around 6’1” in height with an athletic build and pale skin. He has a mop of thick black hair that falls is a messy fashion around his face and intense emerald green eyes. He has high cheekbones that give him a sort of foreign air and is never seen without a pair of faded dog-tags around his neck on a silver chain. He normally just wears jeans with tee-shirts or singlets.

Other info: Zak grew up in a big city with his parents and his little sister Lora. People often don’t take him seriously but he can be very responsible when given the chance. He is very protective of people he feels close to and will always defend them. He doesn’t have a very high attention span most of the time and will often give up on things if he doesn’t think that it’s worth it. He’s got a pretty charming personality and is always coming up with witty quips for just about everything.

Up for love: Yeah. He’s straight.
EVERY DAY MIGHT NOT BE GOOD...
BUT THERE IS SOMETHING GOOD IN EVERY DAY.


Don't be sorry your darkness is gone. I'll carry it for you.
Always. I'll keep it with mine.


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Molly:
I survive school and head over to Central Park. I sit on a bench and pull out my IPod. I put my headphones on and start listening to my music. I look around at the stream of people walking around. I see a guy wearing a monkey head, a girl with a mohawk died rainbow...

Man, the people in New York. I was raised in Boulder, and it isn't this wierd, but it isn't normal either. My dad found a job here when I was 12 and after my parents got divorced, we moved.

I see a boy. Ohmygod, this boy is hot. He's got brown hair and tan arms and legs. I wish I had the guts to talk to him...
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Cherry

My shift is over and I'm on my third Newport. I hate menthol like I hate the douchebags who just have to have a half-caf extra skim coconut hazlenut latte with one and a half shots and just a little steamed milk and can you make it not too hot because I'm in a rush? Yeah, I hate menthols. But they were on sale and if I want enough money to buy any food at all, I have to make some sacrifices.

I'm desperately pulling at the filter when suddenly I smell something through the fading smoke. Something unfamiliar. Grass? On twelfth and Broadway? I grind out the butt with my boot and pull my hair back into a bandanna. I haven't smelled fresh-cut grass since the rehab trip three years ago. In Central Park.

Suddenly, I feel like that's the place to be. Central Park. I have no idea why, but I'm walking there whether I really want to or not.
Honey, you should see me in a crown.




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Chris


Chris cracked his neck once to the left, and twice to the right, rolling out his shoulders as he stood up from the bench. His head turned towards the laughter of three girls walking by, pushing and shoving each other, little frappe's in hand. He rolls his eyes, although he couldn't help but notice they were pretty hot. He gave a small wicked smile towards one of the girls who happened to look over and she gave him a small wink, walking past with a burst of new confidence.

Deigan was used to that kind of reaction, it was typical. His eyes flickered back towards the road and for a moment he paused as the wind picked up and then slowed back down. Checking his watch, he grumbled an "Oh shit.." under his breath. It was almost five minutes after he was already supposed to be inside for work. He let out a sigh and began making his meander back towards the auto shop where he worked. Walking into the garage, he sees his buddy, Darren under the car, his leg twitching back and forth to the music awkwardly.

"Thanks for coming in on time, Diegan." Darren glared angrily as he slid himself out from under the Corvette that was being worked on.

"Hey, don't lie, you missed me." Chris gave a flashy grin and grabbed his towel, throwing it towards Darren, "Wipe your face, you have grease on it."

Darren grumbles a bit out of embarrassment, wiping his face off.

Chris leans over to check the underside of the Corvette and shakes his head, "Gimme that wrench, bub."

"What, you think you can do a better job?"

Chris looks up, "Think? I know I can." Chris took the wrench and slid himself under the car.

"So, where'd you go for lunch?" Darren asked, leaning against the table, which had piles of dirty rags and greased up tools lying across it.

"I didn't." Chris responded bluntly, "Just sat outside and people watched."

"Creepy." Darren added.

"It's fun, Dar-Bear, you should try it sometime," Chris joked, "Alright..And... done." He finishes and slides out from under the car.

"And that's how you get a job done." His cocky attitude seemed to continually piss Darren off, yet Darren played along, gritting his teeth slowly.

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Angel


Angel stood there at the bridge, staring down at the water, flicking the ashes of her cigarette. Kids rumbled by, their feet stomping across the wooden platform like dinosaurs. Angel watched a little girl and her older brother fight over a toy, the boy holding it over her head as she watched, agony struck her three year old eyes. Angel almost felt bad... a gust of wind shot forward, just enough to knock the toy out of his hand and she made it gently ride the wind into her arms.

The girl stood there for a moment, shocked, puzzled, yet excited all in the same as she hugged her stuffed animal. The boy stared at his hands for a moment and looked around, and Angel smiled a bit, it was fun to mess with people, although Angel wasn't one to give out favors.

She stands there, her eyes scanning above, wondering if the other Valen's had taken made their escape yet, or if they were simply dallying around like loons. She shook her head slowly and sighed, running her free hand through her hair.
Many long for immortality yet don't know what to do on a rainy Sunday afternoon




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Laney quickly moved through the allies the cops following close after her as she jumped over a fence grabbing hold of a fire escape and climbing quickly up to the roofs where she started jumping from roof to roof quickly leaving them behind. She found the old abandoned warehouse she always crashed in and slipped in through a window hurrying up the stairs to her room. She unloaded her backpack that was full of food and supplies and then laid down on the bed and looked through the magizine she had snatched.

"If only I had that much money." She sighed looking down at the dresses some of the women were wearing. If only if only.


Haven:

Haven took a deep breath as he paced back and forth looking around the courtyard. He had to get out of here, this place was suffocating him. He had heard rumor of some of the others going to New York and he was going to go with them. He couldn't stand this place anymore.

(Sorry, been a hard long few days. Plus I'm not really sure what all is going on right now.)
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