HylianRose

Color Doesn't Matter

She let out a small sigh, relieved that the boys didn't seem to get a good look at his face. She took in a deep breath at his offer to escort her home, thinking about what the others would think. She wanted to protect this man as much as she could from those with a stronger mind to just lock him up for staring at them. She looked up at him, at his dark eyes and dark skin. Shawn.. Washington. A fitting name for such a gentleman.

She managed a small chuckled at his next remark. She smiled at him, a warm smile meant to make him feel better. "Thank you Mr. Washington. I'd love to. If you're willing to wait, I can go get another dress from the store down the road. I'm not so prideful as to not have the courage to walk down the road by myself to get a dress. Though... provided the circumstance... would you mind waiting here for me? I don't want anyone to think this was your fault." She explained, looking down at her feet. She could feel the sting of the bruises on her cheek and arm. Bruises that would be hard to hide.

"Actually, no." She began, standing up a bit more straight, looking Shawn in the eye. I'm not going to let these people back me into a corner. "You are more than welcome to walk me to the clothing store. If they have anything to say, they'll have to go through me." She told him, walking over. She smiled up at him. "I don't hit my students but I'm not completely defenseless either." She told him, winking at him.

And I'm not afraid to stand up for what I think is right. Besides, if I teach my students without regard to their color, I should treat the people of this community kindly regardless of their color. She shivered at the thought of her father's hand on her cheek. It hurt worse than the pain caused by those kids. Still, she couldn't forget the face of Rita, that day she'd found Robin's torn up picture. Or the day Rita died, protecting her. She couldn't let that go to waste. She wanted to protect these people and show the others they had nothing to fear except themselves. "So... What kind of food, Mr. Washington? I'm always up for good food." She asked, already walking toward the opening to the alley.

LoZ rp

Well, what's your favorite? I like TP, OoT, MM, and SS. (If any of these acronyms are too much, let me know. Lol.)

LoZ rp

Anything you'd like. I can do Canon and I also have my own OC I'd be willing to bring out. She's Link's daughter. :P (In a story where Link had a child with a Sheikah... cough)

I like to decide on characters first and let them decide what the plot would be like. So, what would you like to do?

Xavier Academy for Gifted Youngsters

Her eyes went wide at Stitch's explanation. One day she could fly with these wings? She blinked, looking down at her hands, a smile growing on her lips. "I guess it's not all bad after all..." She mumbled, rubbing her hands against one another as if wishing the wings were back. She turned back to look up at Stitch.

"Speaking of abilities..." She began, looking around the room for Reggie. Sure enough he was sitting on one wall, pouting. "Though you can't see him, I have something to introduce to you. Reggie. Come over here." She explained, beckoning Reggie to come over. He looked up, surprised and stood, walking over. Sera smiled over at Stitch. "Next to you, to your right, is a little boy about 10 years old. His name is Reggie. I've been able to see him since I was 10. Call him a childhood friend if you will. Most people think I'm crazy but I can't make up these things." She explained, eying Reggie with a smile. He shot her a smile back and looked up at Stitch. He walked over and placed his hand on Stitch's thigh.

"Sera... This guy looks funny." Reggie mumbled, looking in Sera's direction.

"Don't judge a book by it's cover, Reggie. I think Stitch is very kind." She told the small boy, a warm smile on her face.

Reflections of a Dreamer (HylianRose & Frenetic Raptor)

Hmm... Not that I can think of. Do whatever you wish. I'll start on her CS now.

Color Doesn't Matter

Robin rubbed her neck and let out a tired sigh as the kids all went outside to have lunch. It was moments like these that kept her sane. Slowly, she walked over to her desk and pulled out her small lunch bag from the drawer and set it out on her desk. She sat down, the chair softly creaking. She chuckled. It was also this moment of silence that helped her keep her head. She smiled at the old taped up drawing on her desk. She remembered it clearly...

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She smiled to herself as she sat in one corner of her room, her crayons strewn all over. She picked up her master piece and looked at it gleefully. On the paper were two stick figures, herself and Rita. One drawn in black crayon and the other tan. Across the top, in only the best scribbles an 8 year old could manage said, Best Freinds Forevr She could hear the sound of footsteps and quickly, small hands and feet were scrambling to get up off of the ground as someone entered the room. Robin hid the picture behind her back, turning to see who it was. Her heart sank and her smiled faded at the sight of her father.

"Robin? What are you doing?! That is your best Sunday dress! Come, let's clean this mess up. It's time for your piano lesson. You're late!" He scolded her, his eyes harsh and unforgiving. Little Robin shifted in her spot, the drawing still hidden behind her back. She knew her father didn't like her relationship with Ms. Rita and he'd be angry at the drawing... "What's that you've got behind your back, Robin? Let me see." He told her, snatching from her hands before she could say anything. She felt her heart sink, her head lowering, cowering under his shadow. She could feel his hands shaking, the anger growing. "What the hell is this?! DON'T EVER DO THIS AGAIN. THIS WOMAN IS NOT YOUR FRIEND! SHE IS YOUR EMPLOYEE." He barked at the young girl. He ripped up the drawing and pulled her away to her piano lesson, his face angry and cold.

Later that day, she came back to her room to find Rita sitting on her bed, something in her hands. The small girl walked over to Rita, her hands shaking, the fear of her father's rage still ingrained in her mind. She gulped and got closer. As she did, Rita looked up with a small smile on her face, the piece of the picture in her hands. "Bless you, my child..." She whispers, tears spilling from her eyes.

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Robin sighed and closed her eyes. She'd kept that picture and eventually taped it back together. Everyday, it reminded her of her promise to Rita. She ate her lunch in silence, relishing the moment she had to herself and when she was done and walked outside and rang the bell for the students to come back inside. She stood by the door and they filed inside. Once they were all seated, she went on with her day. Every so often she see Philip throw a piece of paper at Leo, one of the few colored students in the class. Robin would simply walk over, continuing her lesson and stand nearby Philip, the throwing stopped and the day continued. Soon, she noticed two other boys near Philip, Reggie and John, join in and mess with one of the other colored students, Freeya. They'd put pieces of paper in the poor girl's hair and poke her with their pencils. Eventually, enough was enough and Robin walked over to them. "You three." She began, standing above them. "Stay after today. We need to talk." She told them and went on with her lesson, ignoring their bad behavior for now.

The day ended and the boys never showed up to her. She sighed, deciding she'd just have to take time tomorrow to deal with them in front of the class. If this was how they were going to act, this was how she was going to have to deal with it. If that didn't work, she'd have to contact their parents. Done with grading papers for the day, Robin put everything up and packed up her bag, heading out. As she walked down the street, she heard something. A small sniffling coming from one of the alleys. She sighed, resigned, and followed the sound, only to see the three boys from before.

"We'd like you to stay after class today, Ms. Robin." One jeered.

"Yeah, stay after class, nigger lover." Another quipped, his words sharp and his eyes slanted.

"Just stay still and maybe we won't hurt you." Philip, the leader explained, a wide grin growing on his face.

Robin's eyes grew large, fear growing but she quelled it, not wanting them to see it. "Why I never!" She shouted. With that the boys lunged at her. Her bags feel as they tore at her, swinging punches and ripping her dress. She tried her best to keep her eyes on the boys, never letting them show pain, the look of a teacher that deeply cares for her students. She never threw a punch in self defense, though she knew how. She knew there had to be some other way to deal with this.

Suddenly, a big colored man jumped in, cracking his knuckles. Her eyes grew wide and she yelled out, "No!" but it was too late. The man punched Philip hard in the gut, causing him to double over, the other two ran. She watched with wide eyes as the colored man turned to look at her, worry in his eyes. He couldn't see the knife that Philip had pulled. Robin pulled her hands over her mouth, muffling a gasp. Why are they like this? What have we done to them? She closed her eyes, tears forming in them. She heard the crunch and her eyes shot back open to see Philip running, his arm bent in a way it shouldn't.

“Are you all right lady?” The man asked, offering her his hand. She looked down at it, remembered her father's anger. She closed her eyes and wiped the tears away. She took the man's hand but once she was upright, she let it go. "They... They aren't all like that. I just..." She began, trying to come up with some excuse for her behavior. For the most part she blamed herself. She sighed. "I just wish they'd use that clever talent they have in class rather than trying to get back at me." She chuckled, looking up at the man. "Thank you for saving me. Though, I must wonder what will come of you when they're parents find out." She told him, looking up at him, her eyes crystal clear. "I'm Robin. Robin Cartwright." She told him, holding out her hand for him to shake.

Original and Maybe Not So Original Ideas ( Updated as Ideas Come )

rocketrobie2 said
Awesome! Do you wanna do it in a PM or a thread?

I only RP in Thread. ^-^

Feel free to make a thread if you'd like and post it here.

@Caits :O I'd love to! ( I just finished the series and now I'm like dying for the second season. Gah.)

Welcome Back to the Guild

She nodded, accepting the help from Euclid, her mind numb. She felt... she didn't know what she felt. She just wanted to lay down and rest. She, with Euclid's help, placed Leon onto Ethan's bed. It was almost exactly like Lily's just... more blue and yellow. she shrugged. So Ethan had a thing for electric colors. He was the legendary Thunderbird reincarnate after all. She let out a long sigh and walked over to the living area. She let her body fall onto the couch, the remote laying right beside her. She let a small smile grow on her face as she reached for it.

"Euclid, there's a kitchenette across from the bedroom where we put Leon. If you want to make something, that is. There's also a bathroom in that same bedroom. I think we can let Leon sleep in the big bed for tonight. I can build a small bed for myself and sleep on the floor if you'd like the couch." She explained, searching the remote for the on switch. She smiled brightly when it turned on, showing the show F.R.I.E.N.D.S. She chuckled at herself. To think a show like this existed in this world. Though, it was a world reflected from her own so it made sense they'd have similar things. She sat back on the couch, pulling her legs up, and watched the TV with mild amusement, just happy to have a moment to relax, the fears from before gone. She wasn't one to hold onto things and she'd much rather forget her problems for now. She wasn't one for going non-stop.

Reflections of a Dreamer (HylianRose & Frenetic Raptor)

Jena

Jena Logan

21

Powers

~Dreamer~

If Jena can dream it, she can make it happen. That is, if she can ever figure it out. She thinks she's powerless and until she comes to this realization, her powers will never truly awaken. Think of it in percentages. Jena in her world has 0% of powers awakened. Once she comes to this world, the percentage starts to go up as she begins to realize. Once she gains an understanding, she begin to work on how to master it and make it work for her. She has no other powers.

Personality and History

Jena grew up with several brothers and she knows how to defend herself because of it. It's also made her into a bit of tomboy. She likes things her way and she won't have anything less. She's stubborn and hard headed and she's not afraid to speak her mind. A long time ago, her mother left her and her father and brothers leaving her with a large whole in her heart. Not to mention the fact that she's never been able to keep a boyfriend. They always seemed to disappear with their tails tucked between their legs. Probably her brothers' fault. She doesn't believe in fairy tales either. She believes in the power of the individual, that she can do anything if she works hard enough at it. She's very athletic and not stupid either.

Family
Jacob Logan [Father]
Marie Smith Logan [Mother]
Henry Logan [Brother, 22]
Kyle Logan [Brother, 27]
Ethan Logan [Brother, 29]

Kast

Kast Richen

23

Powers

~Electricity Manipulation~

Kast has been working on his powers for as long as he can remember and he's pretty skilled at them. Being a part of the Richen family, his powers are mostly exclusive to his family, save for the few that tend to dabble in other family's magics. He's pretty adept at his powers and can summon bolts of lightning. Every now and then, his temper will get away from him, causing the air around him to electrify. He can also create a thunderstorm pretty easily. Some of his friends like to call him Zeus, poking fun at his status of being a young Lord.

Personality and History

Kast is relatively kind. He tends to smile a lot but sometimes, his demeanor changes and he becomes very emotional. He'll question himself and his choices and who he is. He's not quite sure why he is who he is and what he's supposed to do with his title and his life. He grew up an only son and is very spoiled because of it. He thinks things should always go his way and when they don't, he gets angry.

Family
Istval Richen [Father]
Marsta Richen [Mother]

Ren

Ren

Ageless

Powers

~Dark Magic~

Ren knows most Dark Magic. She can summon demons to do her bidding and she can pull in dark matter to make herself stronger. In this state, she grows horns and long claws like a demon and she is much faster and more agile. She doesn't use a weapon, only her hands. She can also make a ball of dark matter to throw at enemies.

Vaz

Vazenth "Vaz" Contran

Power

~Darkness Manipulation~

Vaz can make dark matter come together and form an object and then use it as a weapon against his foes. He can also manipulate dark beings, like demons. He has one person at his side, Ren. She does everything for him and he controls her. He can do everything she can and more, her powers are just a branch off of his own. He also possesses the ability to strike fear into his opponents with a glance. The weaker they are, the more it affects them.

Reflections of a Dreamer (HylianRose & Frenetic Raptor)

I'll probably end up putting my CS and a few world reminders here later. For now, it shall just be this.