Quote: “Life’s most persistent and urgent question is, What are you doing for others?” *Martin Luther King Jr.*

Name: Calla Tor

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Straight

Appearance: Tall, skinny, with pale skin and golden eyes. She has platinum blond hair. She tends to wear a T-shirt and short shorts.

Personality: Kind and sweet, she is always outgoing and willing to help others.

Accessories: none

Rp example: Madison rode Stella up to the Rocking Y ranch. His heart racing, his hands gripped the remains tightly. This was his first major job and he needed the money. He clucked to the mare and she sped up to a trot. When he reached the house, he swiftly dismounted and tied Stella up to a hitching post. He took off her saddle and watered her. A young 14 year old boy ran out and took Stella from him and put her in a stall. Madison walked up to the house and knocked on the door.

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Quote: "You only have one life, so go out and live it, dont be afraid to try new things"

Name: Ivy Stelleno

Age: 17

Gender: female

Sexuality: Straight

Appearance: Pretty, long Burnett hair, blue eyes. Very Smart.

Personality:
Kind
generous
happy attitude
Can be a know it all at times

Accessories: Small pocket knife and a large water bottle



Example RP: (done in the setting before boarding the "CRASH" plane."

Ivy sat at in the lobby at the Phoenix, Arizona airport. Her boyfriend Justin, sat next to her, holding her hand.
" I wish I could come! I am SO jealous! You are going to be on TV and I will be here, working." Justin complained to Ivy.
" Well, at least you will look forward to me coming home!" said Ivy enthusiastically. " I am so excited to be on TV, I wonder if the viewers will like me." Ivy Mused.
" How could they not like you?" muttered Justin.
Then then the flight attendant called her flight. "Goodbye Ivy. Have a great time. Call me every day." Called Justin as Ivy walked through the boarding gates.

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Quote:"The stars can't shine without the dark"

Name:Prim Macri

Age:17

Gender:Female

Sexuality:Straight

Appearance:Long, black hair down her back tied in a braid, and bright green eye slightly taller than usual and is usually seen wearing a sweatshirt and leggings

Personality:Prim is sarcastic, and usually has a pretty mean attitude, but under all that she has a soft heart and is sensitive

Accessories: she has on small fake-diamond earrings and a ring

Rp Example: Prim was walking down the road, heading for the store to buy some stuff for her and her friends. She arrived, heading through the doors and going to the area of the store that held the candy. She grabbed a few of her friends favorites and checked out, snagging some gum on the way.

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Name: Silas

Age: 16 and a half(Seems like a popular theme in these bios)

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Bi

Appearance: Silas is a young boy with an average body type, not muscular, but not scrawny. He has light brown eyes, followed by much darker brown hair. It is of medium-short length, and is wavy and curled as it nears his neck. He has lights freckles dotted around his shoulders, face, and neck, with fewer around his legs. Silas has a standard lobe dreamcatcher earring on his left ear, and on his left, two crystalline earrings on his right ear(Standard lobe & upper lobe). He is of average male hieght. (Edit)Often wears baggy clothing, colors of said clothes usually match his earrings.

Personality: Silas is a generally cool kid. He has a good sense of humor, and a chill attitude. He's not the kindest, although he usually means well. Normally, he's in a good mood. But when his bubble bursts he can go into a quiet state for ages.

Accessories: Silas has a phone, although it's not going to work in terms of communication. At least he can play some offline games until it's battery runs out..
Silas also has a little keychain with a small, almost useless knife that looks like a small silver-colored key. He has trouble opening and closing the knife properly, so it wouldn't be of much use in a self-defense situation.

Health Status: An openly wounded leg, and bruises scattered about where he got battered the most.

Rp Example(Taken from a different roleplay of mine): The rain was battering the windshield as the small car parked near apartment 1325. The windshield glistened with the water droplets, and the air conditioning was fogging the glass up. The person inside huffed, taking off her jacket and lifting it over her head. Hopping outdoors, she shut the door fast and jogged inside. The jacket wasn't exactly supposed to be used as an umbrella, so some water had made her hair wet.
Greeting her roommate somewhat awkwardly, she pushed her raven-black her out of her face and walked towards the bathroom to look at herself in the mirror and fix herself up. She glared at her reflection, brows furrowing.

yeah it sucks, but I actually gave an attempt lol

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Quote: "It's going to be hard, but hard does not mean impossible."

Name: Nina Highmark

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Appearance: Nina has a petite, curvy body type, though she is a very short female, standing only around 5"1. She has dazzling blue eyes that match her bright smile. Her skin is a lovely dark chocolate color, and her hair is a shiny black that reaches slightly past her waist, with odd curls that stick out here and there. If one looks closer, she has a few slight scars on her neck and her chest. She usually wears dark blue jeans, a white tank-top and a purple jacket with grey sneakers. She also has two small pearl earrings that are hardly noticeable, and a small bracelet around her wrist. They look tacky and are hardly noticeable, but they are her most prized possessions.

Personality: Nina is a very emotional character, despite appearances. She is very sensitive and will often take comments to heart, wether they be good or bad. However, she tries to mask her emotions with a face of calm or a stoic expression. Nina will often be calm and quick-thinking in public, but when she is alone, or think's she's alone, she will break down and cry for large amounts of time. If she is found in such a state, she will turn the brightest shade of oink you've ever seen and apologize many, many times, though she didn't do anything wrong. She tends to be very hesitant in explaining her backstory, or the history of her earrings and bracelet. In fact, not one of her friends actually knows what they are from. Nina has never dated anyone before, being a bit socially awkward, but knows that she has no attraction to girls, as all her friends are female and she has never felt anything bust friendly affection for them.

Accessories: Nina carries a multi-use swiss army knife, as well as an energy bar in her pocket that is basically just crumbs now.

Health Status: Nina's leg is critically damaged and she can barely use it. It pains her to put the slightest bit of pressure on it, though she tries not to show that she's in pain. She has a large cut on her forehead.

Rp Example:

|Past|

Nina tried to act calm, but she couldn't help the small smile on her face as she read the letter that said she had been accepted on a reality show. Once her friends had left and she was alone in her small apartment, she let out a lovely laugh that would melt anyone's heart. Finally! Her chance was here!

|Present|

Nina was unconscious. She was aware of that. However, this felt so real and so perfect that she didn't want to wake up. Standing in front of her was her beautiful nice, Lily, and her lovely sister, Maria, the only two of her family member's left.

"Oh, hi, my sweet-pea." Nina cooed, crouching down to greet her three year old niece. Hold on. This felt familiar. Why? Oh... That's right. This has already happened. This was a memory.

"Auntie, look, I made this for you!" Lily squealed, holding out a purple string bracelet. She took Nina's hand and tied the bracelet on. It wouldn't come off unless it was cut off, but Nina didn't mind. She smiled and patted her niece on the head.

"It's lovely, sweet-pea. You could be a jewelry designer when you get older." Nina smiled. Lily blushed and went to hide shyly behind her mother. Nina stood up and smiled at her sister.

"She's gotten so big, Maria. She's just as pretty as you." Nina laughed.

"Nah, maybe prettier." Maria replied. "But today is not about me, Nina. It's your birthday, after all." Maria smiled. She took Ninas hand and dropped something in her palm. Two very lovely pearl earrings. Tears pricked Nina's eyes and she put them on, though she smiled.

"Their lovely, Maria. Thank you." Nina thanked her, then looked over at the clock on the wall. "Oh, you have to go. Be safe, alright?" Nina said, hugging her sister and then her niece. They waved goodbye and left, getting into their car and driving off.

They died that night in a car accident due to a drunken driver. Both of them.




Nina opened her eyes, coughing and teary-eyed from the smoke.

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Quote: "I've never regretted something so little."

Name: Aster Vanderee

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Bi

Appearance: Aster has naturally black hair that has been dip dyed silver. He has blue-green eyes and a deep tan. He's lean but muscular and has a few scars from past adventures and fights. He's tall, around 6 ft 2 and has dragon tattoo on his back.

Personality: Aster is a very warm and loving person. He is mischievous and friendly. He enjoys making friends and goofing off, but he is fiercely protective and loyal to his friends. He is incredibly intelligent and has zero tolerance for people who harm others. He often takes charge in situations because he's trying to protect everyone.

Accessories: Aster has a small knife, his completely busted phone, and a leather bracelet with a small dragon pendant.

Health Status: He's bruised and has a few scrapes but he was actually very luck and is otherwise fine.

RP example:

Aster Vanderee II 18 II Male II Bi II Bruised but ok II Mentions: Open

Aster lurched in his seat as the plane dipped violently. His eyes went wide with alarm and he instantly shot an arm out to prevent the person next to him from slamming their head into the metal arm of the seat in front of them.
"Are you ok?" He asked worriedly, and received a grateful nod in response. Just then someone returned from checking on the pilot, and as the state of their situation hit them, Aster felt almost numb. Before he could begin to process what was happening, the plane began to fall. Instantly, Aster ducked down and placed his head in-between his knees and up against the seat in front of him to protect his head and neck. He gestured for the person next to him to do the same. He then closed his eyes and braced for impact.

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Quote:
“I sure didn’t see this coming.”

Name:
Luca Eberhart

Age:
18 years

Gender:
Male

Sexuality:
Unsure (He’s never been romantically close with someone. He knows he’s expected to like girls, but he’s not sure which he may prefer.)

Appearance:
Luca is blind. Upon first glance, Luca emanates an energy of “awkwardness.” He stands at 6”0 tall, and despite his age, he gives an air of having not yet grown into his frame. He especially hates that he feels so big, as it gives him troubles with low-hanging objects that he’s grown accustomed to hitting his head against. His movements are often awkward and seemed forced, as he lacks a seemingly natural gait. Instead, he often moves stiffly. Despite that, he carries himself as proudly as he can.
Luca’s face is pretty average in terms of males. He has a soft, square jawline and a deep brow amongst a background of rather pale skin. He has a head of tousled light brown hair that often threatens to cover his eyes, until he gets his hair cut, which he prefers it cut shorter then. However, the rest of his face is overshadowed by his face’s most striking feature- his eyes. His eyes are deep set and appear pressed into his face, as a result of pressing into his eyes often as a child, due to his condition. Underneath those deeply-set eyes are dark circles, from both the shadows underneath his eyes, and the sleepless nights he’s often plagued with. His eyes themselves are grey like the skies before a thunderstorm. His eyes appear “normal” otherwise, except for his roving eyes. His eyes turn about in circles, or shift from side to side, especially when he’s stressed.
Style wise, Luca is plain.. Most of his wardrobe consists of neutral colors, such as grey, black, and white, as well as some gentler colors like light blue and khaki. The only thing he struggles with is fitting. He doesn’t necessarily know what flatters his body type, but doesn’t care because like he says, “I can’t see anyway.”

Personality:
Luca thinks of himself as a pretty cool person, that’s for sure. While he could spend his time pitying his blindness, he instead tried to do everything the best he can, though he sometimes needs a bit help with certain tasks. He absolutely hates people whining and people giving up before they’ve even tried. All of it ties back to his struggles growing up - has he given up, he wouldn’t have been able to experience everything else that life has to offer.

Luca can be a little sassy, but that’s expected. His humor sometimes seems a little dark and self-deprecating, but his blindness is always something he can loop back to and laugh about it. He also loves a good joke too, if someone throws one his way. He’s also generally pretty easy to get along with, but he can get a little tempered if he’s disregarded or if people think of him as incompetent.

Accessories:
He has a folded cane in his back pocket and a tiny piece of paper with a bit of braille embossed on it. While he’d like to say that it says something deep or meaningful on it, it only says, “Cabbage” on it.

Health Status:
Jostled, a bit motion sick, but otherwise okay... if you disregard his bruised up rib cage and the long, thin gash running down his right arm.

Other:
Luca is not completely blind. In fact, he can actually see vague shapes and colors. It’s not good enough to tell people apart, but he can at least see them there, given that it’s in good lighting. For what he’s doing with his hands, he can sorta see. He knows where his hands are, but for what he’s doing, he’ll need to feel it to get the job done right. As for black print text- he can’t read it at all.

RP Example: (Would it be okay if I used this as a first post?)
”Lucaaaa! A letter! Oh, look, it’s for you! What a surprise! You NEVER get mail. Do you want me to open it up for you?”

And in that moment, Luca’s life turned upside down. As his sister read the letter, he couldn’t believe what was happening. He thought the whole thing would just be a silly joke. His friends thought it would have been even funnier to fill out the application, and if he got accepted, they’d be in for a big shock when he’d left out that minor little detail that he couldn’t see.

~

It wasn’t funny anymore. Luca lay on the ground in a sad heap. He was coughing from the smoke in the air billowing out of the crashed aircraft. He moved his right arm in an attempt to right himself. Instead, he only yelled in pain- the pain of the irritated gash stinging him to the core. Not to mention the bruising around his body that made everything hurt. Even every little breath was labored and he breathed in the smoky air in tiny gasps. Yet...

Despite the circumstance, Luca forced his left hand to the side pocket of his trousers. His hand reached into the pocket and brushed against the cool aluminum of his cane folded in his pocket. He knew that it probably would do him no good, as he could tell by the dampness and humidity in the air that he was in the middle of the jungle. He then dug just a little deeper into the same pocket to pull out the scrap of “Cabbage” paper. He twiddled it momentarily, feeling the raised braille dots before he put it back into the pocket, leaving the folded cane on the dirty ground next to him.

Was anyone around to help? He hadn’t really made friends with many on the flight, so there was no name for him to call out for help. Even “help” seemed far fetched. What if he was the only one who had survived? If that was the case, he was as good as dead...

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Name: Crisantha Cheyne

Nickname: Most of her friends called her 'Cris'

Age: 18 Years

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Bisexual

Appearance:
Upon first glance, Crisantha certainly doesn't appear imposing. She appears rather lithely built, and she's a short girl, standing at just 5'4". She does, however, have quite a bit of lean muscle, especially in her arms, built up over years of training in kickboxing. She has sharp, feminine facial features; with high cheekbones and defined eyebrows. Her large, almond-shaped eyes are brown in colour and usually have a fierce, determined glint to them. While her build isn't scaring anyone, her expression certainly might, as she suffers from a bad case of 'resting bitchface'. Her brown hair is medium-length, and reaches just past her shoulders when let down. She usually keeps it in a loose bun, with a couple curly strands framing her face. Her skin is a tanned, olive tone.

She likes to mix athletic and casual clothing, often opting for a sporty look. This was the case on the day the plane crashed; she was wearing a grey racerback tank top and black yoga pants with sheer, semi-seethrough cutouts running down the sides of her legs. Her clothing is easy to move in, and she certainly won't have to worry about overheating, but they don't offer much protection from potential injuries.

Personality:
A headstrong, witty girl, Cris may come off as a rather abrasive personality when you first meet her. She isn’t one to beat around the bush, and always speaks exactly what’s on her mind. If she doesn’t like you she’ll make sure to let you know. Because of this, she’s often been labelled as having a couple attitude issues, which wouldn’t be completely incorrect, but there are also those that admire her blunt honesty. She isn’t afraid to get her hands dirty to get what she wants, and is willing to go to the extremes in order to ensure the safety of herself and those she cares about. Though she can be very brash upon first meeting a person, if she takes a liking to you she’ll display a surprisingly empathetic side of herself. She’s a fiercely loyal friend, one that will stick with you through the roughest of times.
(These are just the basics. I'll likely make this more detailed when I have more time.)

Accessories: A medium-sized metal water bottle, a pocketknife gifted to her by her father and a peanut butter energy bar (which has pretty much been crushed into nothing but crumbs at this point). Carried in a small, satchel-like bag with a strap long enough to sling over her shoulders.

Health Status: In terms of visible wounds Cris got really lucky. She has a small scrape on her left elbow. There is a bruise starting to form on the left side of her head, however, covered by her hair. Suspected mild concussion.

Rp Example:
Rafe had been out on the deck for the better half of the trip, much preferring the tranquility and fresh, salty air out at sea to the tense and claustrophobic cabin. He almost blended in with the darkening sky, wearing a dark blue jacket that looked black in the dim lighting. The chilly wind tousled a few strands of his otherwise perfectly slicked back hair. He'd been looking into the water below for a long time now, hoping to catch a glimpse of a dragon. Though they'd only shown themselves recently, he was completely absorbed with watching the glimmering shapes below, sometimes disappearing only to return a few minutes later, this time in a different spot; he'd barely noticed that more people were gathering on the deck of the boat now. They probably had the same intentions as him.

He was vaguely aware of another figure coming up beside him, but it was only when she spoke that he bothered to look up, his gaze settling on the woman a few meters away from him. "They're Saltwater Drifters," he responded, feeling obligated to answer the question she'd blurted out, seemingly to herself, "they glow like that to communicate with each other." When he'd learned he was coming to Port Drakon he'd spent hours poring over any old family records he could get his hands on, especially reading up on anything about Drifters. Considering every record he could find of his ancestors that had been bonded with dragons had a Drifter as their companion, the odds were pointing towards him following that path as well.

[From this roleplay, if you need me to write a 'fresh' one I'd be happy to do that as well :)]

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Quote: At least I'm not dead.

Name: Lee Jamison

Age: 18

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Straight

Appearance:
Lee has light brown skin slightly tanned from being out in the sun. Her almond shaped eyes are a shade of warm brown that make her look a lot me serious than she actually is. She has dark brown her that has been dyed a burnt orange at the tips, but it's been several months since it was touched up so it looks more blond than orange. Her hair is very curly and only reaches the nape of her neck. Her face is slim with very defined jaw lines, as her friends tell her she looks like a militant pixie. Though that makes zero sense to her she is an even five feet tall with a gymnast build. She is definitely on the petite side and isn't very curvy but, she is fairly muscular especially in her arms, thighs, and legs. She wears glasses and they are fairly simple just black ray bans that transition to sunglasses in the sun

Personality: She is quiet and only talks when she feels it necessary, she is also easily annoyed by other people when they don't get something right so she is prone to getting frustrated when it come to working in groups. She isn't bossy so much as she likes to see things run smoothly and as long if they are she doesn't care who is giving orders. She doesn't have to be in charge and would much rather see someone else be the leader as long as they are competent. If not she will step in and take charge and do what needs to be done, she hates repeating herself and being talked down to so she is like to snap at someone especially for these reasons. However she doesn't lack compassion, she would never leave someone behind and definitely wouldn't ignore someone's suffering. She is a team player as long as the team knows where they stand, she hates being bossed around but can put aside her hang ups for the greater good. She isn't very playful and has a very no nonsense personality, if she does make jokes they are often cynical and sarcastic. She has had to work hard all her life and that motivation never left her so she tends to have tunnel vision when making decisions. She does have a soft spot for those who need help and would put herself in danger to save them.
As far as wardrobe she wears dark athletic shorts and graphic t-shirts with various designs and colors

Accessories: She has small stachel like purse that has long straps that allow her to sling it over her shoulder. In it is her phone and a small first aid kit which just had an assortment of Band-Aids, cleaning wipes, and anti itching and burn cream. And two small pill bottles, one had anti seizure medication and the other for headaches.

Health Status: Several large and painful bruises on her arms legs and abdomen, thankfully nothing seems broken but her left wrist feels mildly sprained and there is a three inch long gash on her collar bone.


Rp Example:
Lee's blinked rapidly as her eyes struggled to adjust to the bright light filtering between the trees. She raised her hand to try and block the painful light, she grimaced and turned her head away from the sky. She looked and felt like she had fought with a blender and lost, badly. Her hands and arms had small cuts and bruises and upon touching her face she could feel even more bruises. She closed her eyes and tried to piece together the events that lead to her being in a jungle. She had taken the chance to be in the show on a whim, she wanted to have a bit of fun before University so she had no reservations on taking the offer and running with it. She remembered going to the busy Orlando airport and falling asleep on the plane but aside from that nothing. Her head was pounding and she could hear the sound of the other passengers slowly but surely getting out of their seats. Suddenly she was hit with an overwhelming sense of panic, her glasses weren't on her face. She unclasped the buckle around her waist and shot out of her seat and she immediately regretted it. She slumped over clasping her stomach and groaning like a wounded animal, every part of her was screaming out in pain and her head pounded like a drum. She attempted to stand again but the pain stopped her before she could even get to her knee. She stayed on the floor of the plane until the ringing in her ears stopped and this time when she got up, she did so much more carefully a bit more aware of her body's limit. In her blurred vision she could vaguely make out the remains of the plane. There were large chunks of the cabin missing from seats to the body of the plane istelf, the sky and forest we're visible from every possible angle. She could just barely see the shapes of people some still in there seats others wobbling around on unsteady feet. She kneeled down slowly patting the carpet of the plane until her hands touched the familiar arms of her glasses. She breathed a sigh of relief and quickly put them on her face, there were a few small cracks but thankfully she could still see through them. She untied her purse from the arm of her seat and slung it over her shoulder as she walked carefully away from the wreck. It was time to see if she could help any of the survivors.

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"Yes, dumbass, I'm colorblind. No, I don't just see the world in grey... Of course I see the world in grey!"

Name: Enza Relic Pierce

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Unknown

Appearance: Enza is surely something else. He isn't exactly short, but he definitely is compared to the other men of their group. He stands at no taller than five foot seven - and that's with his shoes on. Off, he's five six and a half at most. He makes up for this with his larger-than-life personality, however. Enza is small and lean, thrown together in a tight, whiplash-runner sort of way. His legs and arms are nicely toned, but you wouldn't see him winning any lifting competitions. His hair is a tousled mess of waves and curls, and its coloration varies between many shades of brown. Every now and then, there's a white-blonde streak cutting right through the strands where the sun has bleached it. The locks often fall into his line of vision, leaving him quite irritable. Not that it matters, he claims. It's not like he can fucking see anyways.. Speaking of which, those supposedly 'unseeing eyes' are the palest shade of grey imaginable, with just the lightest tint of blue to them. His features are delicate and almost doll like, giving Enza a prettier look to him than most boys usually possess. He's clearly of some European descent, though his skin is too naturally dark for him to not be a form of mixed.

Personality: Arrogant, sarcastic, and snippy. Enza is far from a kind and humorous person. He's extremely emotional, and often lets his feelings get the best of him. He's quite impulsive, and is prone to random fits of enragement. When he's not making snide comments, he's usually silent. Enza has made it quite obvious that he does not appreciate being stuck with these other teenagers, and that there is no way he'd ever want to be friends with any of them. He's incredibly withdrawn and defensive about his life before the crash. If questioned about absolutely anything to do with himself, he will grow rude and snap harshly until the other backs off. He's disgusted by the cheerful nature of some of the others, and avoids the happier members when he can. Enza himself is quite negative, but sees the overly cynical, pessimistic teens as dramatic and irritating. The only kind of people he will tolerate are ones who speak not a word in his presence.

Accessories: A half empty bottle of anxiety medicine, and a small pendent on a chain in his back pocket. When opened, it shows a picture of him with his face mashed against another boys, as if the boy had jumped in at the last second to get in the picture. He looks irritated, but his face is flushed. His companion looks particularly delighted.

Health Status: Both mentally and physically not okay. His bottle of medication was full before the crash, and he's somehow already down to half. He's quite jittery, and his heightened anxiety only makes him that much more irritable. Physically, his left arm is completely unusable. It's not broken, but it was horribly wounded during the crash. He refuses to let anyone touch it, meaning it's not much more than a bloodied mess of open injuries.

Other: Enza has an interesting form of achromatopsia. To put it simply, he sees his world in varying shades of grey. The only color he is able to see is blue, which he states is a disgusting color, and he wishes he couldn't see it at all.

Rp Example:

"Hey, Z,"

Silver eyes immediately flickered up from their former position on the page, honing in on the speaker. They found their way to a familiar face, one that was propped up on a hand and elbow as the owner gazed right back at him. The two were relaxing on Enza's bed, trying to finish up the few bits of homework they still had left. This was the usual Sunday routine. One would always go to the others house, and they would rush through all of the work they'd accumulated over the past week and failed to turn in on time. It would all be delivered to teachers in a giant stack the following Monday morning.

He did not answer his friend verbally, but merely raised his eyebrows, peering back into those vivid blue eyes. Now, his companion - Lucien, although many referred to him as Luci - did not originally have blue eyes. He had brown eyes, he'd told Enza. Brown like his hair. This was back before Lucien was smart enough to realize that Enza literally had no idea what brown was. He hadn't commented on it for Lucien's sake, but the teenager had eventually realized the stupidity in his words. It was around this time that he'd begun to wear the colored contacts, as well as dye his hair what Enza considered to be a revolting shade of blue. He hadn't the heart to tell Lucien how much he hated the only hue he could see. His friend had just been so excited about bringing this color into Enza's life.

"What color shirt am I wearing today?"

Enza couldn't help but snort, making a grin break out across Lucien's face. This particular question was asked time and time again, repeated day after day. For the last five years, Lucien had asked him this. It'd gone on for too long for him to be annoyed by it anymore. And, as per usual, he didn't answer with what Lucien wanted. He just tossed the cap of his pen at the other boy, aiming for his arm. "You think you're just so funny, don't you."

"What do you mean? I'm hilarious.." Grinning, Lucien rose, pulling his legs in so he could sit criss cross atop the soft blanket. He drummed his fingers lightly on the mattress, inclining his head to the side as he observed Enza's nearby form. His friend had already lowered his eyes back to his paper, but it wasn't long before he took notice of Lucien's staring. Grey eyes darted back to meet his, narrowed in suspicion.

"What?"

"You're cute." A cheeky smile followed his words. Immediately, Enza's face was flushing dark, and he was spluttering out a weak response of "Shut up." as Lucien began to laugh. "Oh, you're so adorable, Z! You get flustered so easily."

"You really aren't as funny as you think you are." Came Enza's mutter. Lucien rolled his eyes, tossing the pen cap back at the other teen.

"Yeah, whatever you say... Oh, hey! By the way, do you still have that letter?"

"Uh... Yeah?"

"Let me see it. Ugh, I can't believe you get to be on a television show! I'm gonna buy a ticket, okay? I won't be able to do the show with you, but at the very least I can ride the plane with you there, yeah?"

Flash forward.

Dull, empty orbs gazed out upon the fiery ruins that was the plane. Moans of pain. All Lucien could hear was the moaning. He couldn't move. It was like he had no control over his body, his limbs, anything. The most he could do was shift his gaze. He was laying on his side, curled in on himself. His stomach area was particularly numb. He brought his gaze down, finding the source of such a sensation. Stabbing right through his stomach was a metal rod, already slick with a mysterious dark liquid.. Is that my blood?

Something new hit his ears. He could hear the weak voices of what he assumed to be other survivors, calling out to one another. Were they gathering? It seemed to be. And there they went. Why didn't they search the ruins for more survivors? He wanted to call out to them, he wanted to scream that he was there, that he was alive. Please don't leave me.. He couldn't make the words form. He couldn't. He couldn't...

Don't leave me here. I don't want to die!

Their figures disappeared as smoke concealed his vision. A weak cough shook his body, causing more of the dark liquid to splatter onto the ground beside his head. Fire continued to crackle around him, slowly consuming what was left of the destroyed plane. He could feel a new wetness running down his cheeks, one he could only identify as tears. He would die here. He would die alone and forgotten.

"Lucien!"

The desperate call jolted him out of his pained daze. His eyes flashed around, searching effortlessly for the owner. He knew that voice. He knew that voice. It was Enza. Enza, searching so frantically for him. He could see him now. Stumbling around the fiery chaos, clutching at a bloodied, destroyed limb as his body jerked with coughing. Tears streamed from his heat-stung eyes as he whipped his head around, screaming out Lucien's name again. He wanted to call out to his friend. He wanted to call out that he was over here, that he was fine, that it was going to be okay.

"God, no! No, no, no... LUCIEN! Lucien, where are you?!"

I'm here, Enza! If only the teenager would turn, he would see him. Buried beneath the debris, struck down by the metal rod. He was right here. He was right here. He held on to these thoughts as darkness began to blur his view. I'm right here, Enza...

I'm right here.

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Name:Luna

Age: 18 years

Gender:female

Sexuality:Straight

Appearance:Dark brown female with rich brown eyes her hair is down to the butt and it very curly wears it in a bun most of the time, Has a scar on her arm and a tattoo of a flower with vines on her hand. Wears ripped jeans,cropped sweatshirt or a hoodie wears boots.

Personality:Kind,stubborn,short temper. Luna is now to snap at anyone no matter his or her size and she won't back down in a fight,like her friend Layla always said was that she was just lie a wolf willing to do anything.

Accessories:
Wolf ring and pocket knife

Rp Example: Luna walked around limping as she did so tears feel down her eyes as she seen dead bodies one including her best friend. The brown girl backed up turning to run away .Her heart beat fast and hard as she felt vines whip her face until the last thing see saw was the ground and other people everything went black.


Waking up Luna called out " Layl- " she stopped and screamed out grief and anger fulled the nosie as she got up and tried to run but no use she fell down again

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