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ANGElBiTES
Geek | Gamer | ISFP-INFP-ISTP | Music-Lover | Daydreamer | Writer
Taurus | 25 | Female | Bisexual | EST


Name: Bre.
Aliases: Angel, Panda, Kinoko, Princess, or Rae.
Birthday: May 15.
Ethnicity: Caucasian/African-American.
Ancestry: English, Irish, Polish, German, and South-West African.

Sources of Writing: Apple Laptop, Windows 11 Personal Desktop, and iPhone.
Years of Experience: 11
RP Level: All. It varies on health/mental state, knowledge, and time.
Commitment/Dedication Level: Very High.

Personality: Ambiverted, Caring/Compassionate, Understanding, Friendly, Honest, Imaginative, Artistic, Funny (in my own way, apparently), Confident, Strong-willed, Feisty, Sisterly, Organized, Protective, Loyal, Stubborn, Tomboyish, Determined, Opportunistic, Sarcastic, Obsessive (somewhat), and Easily Distracted.
Habits, Tics, and Quirks: Using Accents (Australian, Russian, British, German, and Kiwi), ADHD, ’Experience-Taking’, Asperger's Syndrome (don’t worry, I’m highly functional).
I must warn you that, when it comes to the works, I tend to be a little preoccupied, or hyper-fixated, with the ones I'm already into. If I lose interest in a story within play, it may either be a short-term writer's block, or if it's time for me to recommend something else. Bear with me, if I ever reject an unfamiliar idea, or suddenly suggest a new one.
Biggest RP Pet Peeve: Whereabouts and Ghosting.
Please be present and keep me updated from time to time. I'll do the same.
It's annoying when people become invisible, miraculously appear out of nowhere, and complain, once they find a story cancelled.

Close Peeps: @Jazz @DestinyStar @Tajjus @MegaraFoxfire @SporkoBug @MegaMatt ZX

Basic Comforts:
~ Primarily 1x1, since 'time' and 'waiting' are not really me.
~ Mainly female OCs, though on rare occasions, I'll take on male and non-binary roles.
~ OCxOC, CanonxOC & (rarely) CanonxCanon. I can play various canons for both of the two.
~ FxF, MxF & (rarely) MxM. I mostly lean into the dominant-role, depending on character and plot.
~ Both thread & PM, but stories with strong adult content belong in the PM. No exceptions!
~ Face-claims are preferable for live-action OCs.
~ Open to dark themes (drugs, abuse, etc.), but NO pedophilia or bestiality (except for anthros).
~ Smut-only, slice-of-life, and rushed story-lines are (also) a big NO!

Genres - Action, Adventure, Anime/Animation, Comedy, Drama, Family, Fantasy, Historical, Horror, Mystery, Romance, Sci-Fi, Superhero, Thriller & Western
Themes - Coming of Age, Cult Classic, Epic, Girl Power, High School, Martial Arts, Medieval, Post-Apocalypse, Supernatural & Familial Bonding

Find my ideas HERE! (Currently CLOSED atm)


Music: '80s-'00s Heavy Metal/Rock, House/Electronic-Dance, Pop, R&B, Latina, '90s-'00s Hip-Hop/Rap & Trap. I'm also a sucker for Nightcore!

AC/DC, Halestorm, Queen, Manowar, Little V Mills, Avril Lavigne, Megan Thee Stallion, K/DA, Mick Gordon, Friedrich Habetler, Jonathan Young, Kim Petras, Falconshield, Lady Gaga, Katy Perry, Ava Max, Kesha, Dua Lipa, Little Mix, Rustage, Daddyphatsnaps, Demi Lovato, Nicki Minaj, Pitbull, FabvL, JT Music, and more!



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Just like April had said, there was indeed another room behind the door, and by the time they were able to reach the other side, they retreated into the human woman’s van. Carefully, and swiftly, the brothers helped Charlotte carry Raphael into the van, just as Jennifer looked around to make sure they weren't being pursued from behind. The place was going up in flames, and the cloud of smoke engulfed the air. They were lucky to have gotten out in time, and it was all because of this mysterious human man, who willingly jumped into the fray, as backup. Apparently, at this rate, extra hands were what they really needed to get out of this situation. When everybody managed to get into the vehicle, Jennifer jumped in after them, and closed the doors with a grunt.

As quick as they had piled in, the hockey man drove the van out from the side of the building, and into the streets. Luckily, the windows were tinted, so nobody would be able to take a peak on the inside. They have no choice but to find another hideout to, at least, recuperate from this near-death experience. With Raphael's head laying in her sister's lap, clearly out cold, Jennifer turned around to look out the back window, along with April to gaze at her burning apartment. The human woman didn't say anything, only looking upon her burning home with a sunken heart - her dad's antique store was gone, and probably beyond replenishing. Just as she was about to let tears fall, the Asian teen quickly engulfed her in a hug to console her. It wasn't fair. Who would rat them out like this?

They were on the road now, homeless; all of them, now emotionally and mentally-affected. These people - the Foot - wanted them dead. They had to go off the grid; they weren't safe anymore in the city...until April pointed out a place that they could all try to rest, and heal. It took them all night to get there but there was, at least, some isolation. It was an old farm that April used to spend her summer days at; not entirely up to date, but it will do for now. Judging by how Raphael wasn't waking up, it was sadly ruled out that he was in a coma - nobody knew when he will ever wake up. That very same day, April and this man, whose name was "Casey Jones", had their argumentative moments, and it didn't really spread light on their situation.

Jennifer and Charlie had to share a room, with April having to find them some new clothes, that were close in size, somewhere in the house. It occurred to Jen that her sister spent most of her time in the presence of Raphael, who laid in the bathtub. Even though she said that Leonardo took charge of watching over his brother, mainly out of guilt, Charlie insisted on being there. Meanwhile, April wrote down every account of their experiences in a journal, having to make a few sketches on the side.

'It's strange being back on the old farm. Even after all these years, it still feels like home. My amazing new friends have suffered their first real defeat. That's bad enough, but the turtles also lost the opportunity to find out about their mentor, and I'm sure that hurts them more than anything else. Jennifer and Charlie continued to cling onto hope that they fulfill their promise on helping them get through the very battle of conquering their greatest fears. Each of them deals with this confusion in their own way: Donatello has found someone to latch onto; Leonardo, meanwhile, has kept a constant vigil with Raphael, along with Charlotte, who seemed to continue on holding onto any hope of his recovery, with Jennifer and Michelangelo attempting to pent themselves via distraction. And then there's Casey Jones, a nine-year-old trapped in a man's body. He might almost be cute if it wasn't for that pigheadedness'.
Knocking away one of their hatchets with her blade, she felt the deflation beneath her feet, giving Jennifer a pretty good idea, as to where this would be going. The destroyed floor couldn't hold all of them, and so, it collapsed right underneath them. Making a yell, she descended with everybody else, nearly hitting her head on a table, just narrowly missing it. Groaning, although she had bruises, scratches, and cuts in some places, she carefully yet slowly got to her feet, helping Charlie get up. "Are you okay?", she asked, worried for her.

"Is everybody okay?", groans and aches were heard from them. "...wipe out", Mikey piped up. Just before she could get an answer from the others, Jen caught sight of the same Japanese man she saw in the mirror; the same one who threw the knife at her, along with more of those men, standing behind him. Her question was the same as Charlie's. 'Is this guy the one pulling the strings?', she defensively put her sword in front of her; this time, standing a few inches, in front of her sister. If he could throw blades at Jen, and graze her, she didn't want to think about someone with this kind of skill to be placed in front of a beginner, like Charlie. She was lucky to have moved from the weapon's path, and avoid certain death.

Just then, before anything could happen, the door to the store opened, only to reveal a very fit man, donning a hockey mask, and armed with a hockey stick. Panting, Jen blinked at the newcomer, he had to, at least, be around 25 to 30 years old - around April's age. 'Just who is this guy?', she thought; her question nearly the same as Leonardo's. Mikey's comment seemed to break some of the tension, but it didn't stop the bald man from sending his men upon them. At this rate, it was utter chaos in the shop, shortly until it started to catch fire. They were drastically overwhelmed, both because the growing flames and their assailants. It was like a nightmare.

"Come on, we got to get out of here!", retreat seemed to be the only real option right now, and Leo was right. They had to leave, and find some other place to lay low. While the others played defense, April strove to find a way out. "Help me. There used to be a trapdoor here to the basement", she said, moving some things out of the way. The brothers, Jennifer, and the mystery man were pushing the men back, so to give April more time. It was strange, really. Who, in the human world, would come to their aid? No one, other than April, knew about their existence, unless...he bumped into one of the turtles, not too long ago? Did Raphael know him?

"Get away, I'll take care of these guys", the man said, by the time April was able to reveal their way out, and crawl through, before she and the mutants were able to get Raph's body through. "You coming?", Leo asked the newcomer, once the girls were able to go through their only means of escape. "I'll cover you!", the turtle nodded, before going through himself. It was only about some time that the man followed after him, after taking time to hold them off. "Bye, guys, got to run!", and the trap door was shut, leaving the bald man no choice but to pull back, by the time sirens were heard.

"Ninja, vanish!"
The crash was something that Jennifer did not want to see, especially since Charlie just walked into the room to witness it. She was immediately by April's side, checking to see that Raphael's vitals were still active. In addition to Donatello's claim, she was able to find a pulse, but it was faint. Very faint. Along with being thrown through the sunroof, he must nearly have been beaten to death before then. The attackers were piling in through the windows, door, and the roof. It was clearly an ambush, set to overthrow them with numbers rather than strength alone. But how did they find them? Nobody knew where they were. If so, who?

Putting herself in the defensive, Jennifer stayed close to April, who looked over an unconscious Raphael, the moment they found themselves surrounded. "And I thought insurance salesmen were pushy", Mikey said, amusingly, shortly before one of them started swinging their single nun-chuck. "Oh, a fellow chucker, eh?", and the contest began. It was an exchange of skill to decipher who was better. Jennifer watched, silently, looking back and forth between the competitors. 'That's really impressive', she thought, having to give a small smile. It was becoming a close call, until Mikey sealed the deal by spinning his weapon on one finger. "Keep practicing", he said.

'It's over for you', she thought amusingly, the second Donnie jumped over him, and began the assault against their brothers' aggressors. There wasn't much room for them to defend themselves, but then, it was the perfect time to improvise. Giving a sucker punch, Mikey tossed one of them to Jennifer, who swiped her leg underneath to trip him into a cabinet, shortly before grab another, and launching a knee into his stomach. "Charlie, brace!", she said, before crouching down, and giving her sister a boost, by lifting Charlotte, and launching her towards another.

"One of these guys knows where they're holding Splinter, so don't knock them all out", Leo told them, before knocking out the one he put into a choke hold. "I don't think that will be a problem, Leo", they just kept coming, one by one, and it only got worse, by the time, Donnie noticed more on the roof. "Hey guys, I'm not so sure if this is, structurally speaking, such a good time for your buddies to drop in", having to be surrounded once again, they weren't aware that the extra weight caused the floor to give out, due to them having to gall to use hatchets in the assault.
Her persistence was fierce, that's for sure. Raphael didn't think that, besides Splinter, the girl could try to reason with him with wisdom. It hasn't been an easy thing to swallow, if such things came from his brothers but, perhaps out of anyone he encountered, that wasn't his father, Charlotte was able to give him a message that showed genuine care behind her reasoning. He took a few deep breaths through his nose, shortly before he felt her hand on his shoulder. It was obvious that she was being careful yet gentle in her approach, and that was what caused Raphael to reluctantly relent, and slowly loosen his fists.

"Charlie, I...", he began to say, still looking down, whilst appearing to calm down, before being able to lift his head, and take another deep breath. "...thanks."

He too was unaware of themselves being watched, even when the group of men in black jumpsuits started to approach to duo with complete silence. He heard Charlotte shout his name; the next thing he knew, they were getting thrown around, in an ambush. It was only a matter of time, before he could get back to his feet. "'Lee, get out of here!", he told her, as he started putting a number on the impeding group of ninjas. As long as their attention was on the rebellious turtle, Charlie would have a bigger chance of getting away, and telling the others.

Meanwhile, April was showing her new friends the antique show below the apartment, which only seemed to induce wonder and curiosity in the turtle brothers, while Jennifer thought about the prolonged absence of their brother and Charlie. But, at the same time, the back of her mind says, that there was some sort of spark going on between her "sister" and the red-bandannaed turtle. Not that she was worried about it, but it became quite...endearing. Her thoughts were cut off, once Mikey decided to play a prank on Leo, having to startle him with some cymbals he found laying around. Luckily, Jen and April were able to cover their ears, in time.

The ninjas were pouring in, and Raphael was starting to find himself overwhelmed. He was able to fend off a good few, but it was starting to become very hard. However, his tenacity didn't fade, despite his impeding exhaustion. "You must be studying the abridged book of ninja fighting. I mean, come on, how do you guys expect to beat me?", more and more started pouring in, making Raphael realize that numbers were on their side. "Good answer. Good answer".

"Haven't they been gone a long time?", April asked, as they were going back up to the apartment, after giving them a brief tour of some of her most-prized possessions. "Raph does this, all the time; he likes it", Donnie reassured, as if it was no big deal. Jennifer frowned, sensing something wrong, shortly before she felt something sharp get thrown at her, grazing her cheek.

"Are you sure?"

Seeing a throwing ninja knife piercing the wall, Jennifer caught a glimpse of a bald Japanese man in a robe, in one of the mirrors. "We're being watched...", she realized, whispering to herself, before wiping the cut on her face.

"...he'll probably be back any minute", before anybody could react, a shatter from above caught everyone off guard, as the body of Raphael came crashing through. "Raph!"
Punches and kicks to the air seem to be the right way of releasing the anger he was harboring. Splinter's very absence was taking its toll, and the longer they sit around, the bigger the chances were that their master may be gone permanently. Doesn't Leo understand this? They can't stay stationary. Giving grunts and groans of frustration, Raphael sighed, shortly before he heard the voice of Charlotte, a short ways behind him. What was she doing here?

Looking over the side of the building, and over at the streets below, he didn't answer her, but rather, gave a sniff; whether out of sadness or anger, the rebel shook his head, trying to force these troubled feelings to just disappear. Her words were launching towards him, and he didn't look at her. "He's out there; I know it", he said, seemingly ignoring what she was telling him.
By the time Charlotte slammed the door, everyone was silent - Mikey and Donatello were left speechless, as they sat quietly in the kitchen.

"Pork rind?"
"Pork rind."

Jennifer sighed sadly, before turning to the eldest turtle in the room.
"Words can pierce your opponents like bullets; it can graze them yet harm them. Raphael is hurting, Leonardo; not to mention, heartbroken. I'm not saying you don't seem the same, but both of you are dealing with it differently. I can see that you are a calm, clear-headed individual, but that doesn't mean you can shut Raphael out, by not acknowledging for how he is feeling, and because of that, he feels that no one understands. Why do you think Charlie left?"

The blue swordsman looked at her, having to be surprised to be given a wise lecture from one of their new friends. There was something about Jennifer that left quite an impression on the three brothers; an older sister, someone who can give the best advice possible. Her words circled around in his head, shortly before he looked at the floor, almost ashamed. The Asian girl walked towards him, and gently grasped his hand. They didn't say anything, but let her touch alone comfort him.

Meanwhile, on the roof, Raphael was doing everything he can to let his anger go.
He wasn't aware of being pursued by Charlie, who followed him.


Thor Odinson
Lochila Laufeysdottir






Lochila looked at the floor for a moment, until she heard the voice of her "daughter" quickly come to her defense. It was a rather surprising lash, as Torunn wasn't normally the kind of person to raise her voice, or be outright direct. However, Torunn's sentiment was feirce, when it came to the people that she loved and cherished dearly, the dark-haired goddess knew better to step in the blonde, and those she befriends and/or deeply regards; the very thought making Lochila give her a fond smile, and gave a nod of thanks.
"If anybody knew any hostility, then they would assume me or Loki to be doing this, but my twin's magic is subdued yet we are not strong enough to do this", the goddess pointed out to the thunder god, having to already deduce that neither the twins had the power to induce such things, especially if such things are under the control of Odin. "I wish to keep Torunn in my charge, if it's not too much, brother. She would feel more at peace here, if she were in the presence of someone she is familiar with", she said, although it was a rather hesitant request.
The man looked at his younger sister. "I suppose you did learn your lesson, but I have a request of my own. Watch her", he was direct with it, having to keep his gaze on the goddess, before looking over at his daughter. "Lochila will show you to your quarters. In the meantime, you can perhaps learn our ways".
Jennifer and the brothers were patient with Charlie, as she was just learning the ways of combat. Mistakes and mishaps were common, as the turtles themselves weren't masters as of yet, in spite of one claiming otherwise; they were still students under the guidance of a mentor. All it took, was a bit of practice. Although in Jen's case, she was self-taught, rather than one taking instruction from a teacher. However, she was modest, and took this particular experiences as a way of taking pointers, in order to correct the things she initially thought were perfect.

Everyone was learns something new, everyday.

That last comment apparently pushed it for the red-bandannaed alpha-like turtle, as he threw his sai into the floor, near one of his brothers' legs, causing Jennifer to flinch. "...maybe not", Donatello took it back quick, until Raphael reached over to take his weapon back. "So what do we do now?!", he demanded, frustrated. "What do you mean, 'what do we do now?", Leo questioned, wondering what was getting his rebel of a brother so worked up.

"Splinter's out there somewhere!", he was clearly upset, causing Jennifer to close her eyes, once that very topic was brought up.

"I know Splinter's out there", the leader was being remarkably calm, in contrast to Raphael's aggression. Unfortunately, they don't seem to be rubbing off each other nicely, as soon as Donnie and Mikey decided to retreat into the kitchen.

"What are we gonna do about it?!"
"What can we do about it? April's our only link to these guys. We have to wait until she comes up with something".
"Oh, so that's the plan from our 'great leader', huh?"

"Guys...", Jennifer voiced from where she was, hoping that her words would calm them down, but it didn't seem to work.

"...just sit here on our butts!"
"I never said I was a great leader".
"You sure act like it, sometimes!"
"Yeah? Well, you act like a jerk, sometimes, you know that! And this attitude of yours isn't helping anything".

"...guys!", she tried again. Emotions were being thrown around, and it was painful to watch, especially at a dangerous time. like this. The last thing they needed right now was for them to split up. Her words seemed to make them stop, but it didn't seem to stop Raphael.

"Yeah, well, maybe I'll just take my attitude and leave!"
"Why don't you?"
"I will!"
"Good!"
"Great!"
"Go ahead! We don't need you!"

And the rebel turtle was out the door, causing Jennifer to sigh in sadness and disappointment.


Thor Odinson
Lochila Laufeysdottir






"The last thing I wanted, was for my child to grow up; to be like the man I once was, before I learned my lesson", Thor was remarkably patient with his words, despite how imposing and dormant aggressive he was, up to the point where he was taking his daughter's words into account. "I also wanted you to be safe, Torunn, so I felt that it was the perfect time for you to grow in a place where you would become one of Asgard's most beautiful and humble. Your aunt, or the one you call 'mother'-", he began to say, contempt lingering in his voice.

"-was naive, at the time, brother!", she spat at him, not even wanting him to finish the sentence, of which she can sense being filled with disappointment. "Please don't rub it in, anymore", Lochila clearly didn't want to hear such harsh words. "I truly thought he was right. I thought we truly were suffering. He got into my head! It was only a matter of time that, despite what we were, we were still accepted by this family!"

Ignoring her, Thor turned his attention back to the blonde girl. "Our father's hold on the gates of the banished, are waning. We don't know who may come through those gates, which is why you are to remain here, until we can find a hold".
April was almost reluctant to leave her new friends alone in the apartment, although she reassured herself that they won't be going anywhere to find trouble, especially since whoever kidnapped Splinter, may as well as be looking for them. So, everything should be fine, for the time being. She found herself rather thankful and lucky to have met these individuals, considering that the least Miss O'Neil could do, was give them a place to lay low.

When Charlie left the bathroom, Raphael silently watched her, not saying anything, but let the wheels in his head turn, at their current situation.

A few hours after the human woman left, the girls and the brothers hung out in the living room; the television going on in the background, as they tried to find ways to pass the time. Jennifer decided that this would be the perfect time to teach Charlie some basic physical combat. Revolving around that of self-defense, instead of straight-up educating her on something more complex, topics for beginners were the best place to start. After a meditation session with the eldest turtle, Charlotte can practice on her punches and kicks with Jennifer, causing Raphael to get distracted every once in a while.

"This is beginning to sound less and less like your common, garden-variety subway mugging..."

The brothers crowded around the television, with the exception of Raphael, who sat on the couch.
"She's a good reporter", Leonardo pointed out.
"She's a babe!", Mikey corrected him, causing Jennifer to chuckle nearby.

"...known as the Foot"
"I'm sorry, the 'Foot'?"
"Yeah, I know it sounds like a funky club for podiatrists, but I've been speaking with a lot of Japanese-Americans for the past few days, who say that our recent crime wave is reminiscent of a secret band of ninja thieves, who once operated in Japan."


Taking a break with Charlie, Jennifer went to get some water for herself and her "adopted sister", while listening.

"Are the police looking into this?"
"I've included everything in my statement, but I doubt very much that Chief Sterns is taking this possible connection seriously."


Giving Charlotte her bit of refreshment, Jennifer stood on the spot, watching the television, after taking a gulp.

"You still haven't told us how you got away from your attacker"
"It's really quite incredible. Some citizens of New York actually came to my rescue. Who says everyone in the Big Apple looks the other way? Seriously, June, I would like to take this opportunity to thank them: Jennifer, Charlie....and if he's watching, thanks, Raphael".
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