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A wandering roleplayer...

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Yeahh!!!! I love everyone's characters and I really wanna see how this RP will develop!! *group hugs* :'''^D
Aye CARUMBA, my last post was like 3 days ago??? Junko has been sleeping at her desk for 3 days...
Writing my post now, but studying kinda took me away by storm. (So during the weekdays my posting may be a little slow, but I don't intend to quit!)
“Aikido.” The tall girl frankly replied, and Junko blinked her eyes. “Ah.” She frowned, and dragged herself back in her seat. “What a waste...” She thought and sighed. Junko was beginning to wonder if the basketball team at Lilium would be a good one...were there very many players at all? This school seemed to have so much to offer, she couldn't bear the thought of so many great potential players ending up in some other recreation. Junko kept the topic of basketball on her mind until she realized the teacher had already begun speaking.

The teacher started talking about picking a class representative, Junko didn't apply to the conversation and felt drowsy. She didn't know anybodies names in the class, except for her roommate, so there was no way she could pick a representative anyway. Junko yawned and slowly put her head down. “I won't fall asleep...I'll just get back up when she starts teaching the class again...”
Name: Carter Preece

Age: 17

Appearance:
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Personality: Carter is a more reserved type of guy who has a good sense of humor as long as he's with the right kinds of people. Growing up as a Uislon has hardened him over time, making him more paranoid and irritated than anything else. He has a taste for revenge, but is the type who will most likely lurk in the shadows than to head straight into a fight. Carter has held an insecure complex of keeping quiet about political affairs, and even though he's taking action now he still feels angry at himself at times.

History: Carter lived a comfortable life, or so he used to think when he was young. His family protected him from speaking or learning about the Mundanes, and he only learned about them through his childhood friend Asa. As he started growing older, the lives of Uisilons changed when the Mundanes killed the political group, and there was no escape from everyone chatting about it. Carter didn't know what to think, up until the tragedy of Asa and his sister Hostia's mother dying, and then his sisters excution not so long after. It was then when Carter started realizing he had to think for himself and start caring about the political affairs of their people. Carter joined Asa's group and their efforts to fit in with the Mundane life in order to get their revenge.

Rank: Silver

Power: Mental hold under mundanes

Stance on whether or not to retaliate against the Mundanes(Reason Why): "I say we've been exiled for too damn long. Why should we keep waiting around like this when we could be fighting back?"
Matt's mouth hung agape for a brief moment, not knowing what else to say. It was completely obvious his partner was hung on something, but of course he wasn't saying anything. He seemed to be handling it on his own, and it wasn't his business, so Matt let it evaporate. "Yeah, we went to sleep pretty late last night. I'm surprised I'm wide awake..." He trailed off smirking, then turned to eat another piece of his toast.

"Did you get a good night's sleep? I know the futon isn't that comfortable."

Matt looked up and nodded with a smile. "Yeah, no worries, it was great. It totally beats sleeping on a bus the night before." He managed to smirk out before finally realizing he couldn't force himself to eat any more toast.
"Ah, that's a'right. I didn't even know I had half this shit. Dami brings stuff over from the house and never takes anything back when she leaves." Daemon crossed his arms to explain, and Matt nodded mumbling something like "I see". He continued chowing down pieces of french toast when he heard Daemon say that he actually didn't eat breakfast in the mornings. Once he swallowed down his french toast he cleared his throat and smiled.

"Oh really? I didn't know that. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, ya know?" He glanced down at the plate of sighed, wondering if he'd be able to eat a whole plate of french toast. Maybe he could since he didn't even eat yesterday.

Daemon was putting away items in a drawer. For some reason Matt got the feeling that he looked...tense, though. Matt raised another slice of toast and started eating again, feeling content. "God, I'm such a fatass..."

"I don't even know how to cook much, why the hell does Dami bring all this over?"

He tuned out and realized that Daemon was shaking. Could it be that he was still thinking about what happened with his father? "His personal issues must have been really serious." He thought. Matt froze a bit and raised his eyebrow. He stared at his hand that was shaking a little bit. "Yeah, uh, are you...okay? You don't look so good."
Matt kept re-opening cabinets and forgetting which one he last opened. He felt so scatterbrained and probably nervous because he didn't know if Daemon would have minded him going through everything. "Really though, is it weird that I'm just kinda cooking in the kitchen of a guy I met yesterday?" He thought self conciously while gradually moving slower. Suddenly, Matt heard an amused voice behind him and he accidentally dropped the spatula.

"G-Good morning!" He put on a nervous smile as he picked up the spatula and froze. "Yeah, haha...hope you don't mind me wrecking your kitchen. I uh, made some french toast so feel free to take some." Matt pointed to a plate of a couple of slices of toast on a plate, and then glanced at some of the items still scattered on the counter. "Oh yeah...I totally forgot where those went." He mumbled and scratched the back of his neck. It was too early for this and he was hungry. The toast looked like it cooled completely, so he started eating a slice.
Lost Cause said
OK, I've hit a wall with Hikari's sheet. Can anyone give me any suggestions?

I could run some ideas by you and see if it sparks any inspiration???
Hikari could have been away for awhile because of hospitalization for an illness? Has a passion for fashion? Likes to sew/draw?
If not, Springhole's generators are great quick ideas n stuff. I hope you figure out what character you wanna do tho, good luck! :^)
There wasn't much of anything of interest outside, just a couple of students walking every so often. Junko watched some of the petals fall and felt oddly transfixed.

Suddenly, a voice took her out of her trance, leaving Junko feeling a little bit surprised and irritated. “Oh...my bad...” Junko grumbled half heatedly and inching around carefully. She glanced back to notice a rather tall girl with long black hair standing in front of her. Junko froze and raised an eyebrow. Woah, this girl was tall, like, really tall. Once she had cleared a path for the student to get back to her desk, Junko thought for a moment and smiled enthusiastically. “You on the basketball team? You'd make a great center.”

It might have sounded like she was poking fun, but Junko was envious. She couldn't be that tall even if she tried. The girl didn't seem like a sports kind of person, but she could be wrong with her judgment.
Matt was hardly able to sleep soundly. He kept tossing and turning on the futon and he wasn't all that sure why. He thought it was probably because he stayed up too late, but he still felt weary. He was able to get about five hours of bed rest before he woke up at 6:45.

Matt was able to find the bathroom and find a spare toothbrush to use, so he freshened up before making his way into the kitchen. He didn't have any belongings with him except his wallet, and his mother said she'd mail his things up in about a week. He sighed not knowing what else to do other than to try to make something to eat. When he peered into the fridge there wasn't all that much in there, but it wasn't cluttered, and the expiration dates looked good. Matt awkwardly shuffled through every drawer and cabinet to make a simple breakfast of french toast, but it all went downhill we he couldn't find a pan. By the time he finally was able to prepare everything, thirty minutes went by as he set the toast in the pan to cook. Meanwhile, he looked at the mess around him and hurried to put everything back in it's place...even though he couldn't remember where everything went. "I think I'm getting too comfortable in his apartment...or maybe I'm just really hungry."
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