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The Halfway House

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Dead Again and Again: Tale of Reincarnation

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▷ Name: Ferra Hanson

▷ Gender: Female

▷ Age: 10

▷ Occupation: Student

▷ History: With a mere 10 years on this Earth Ferra hasn't had much of history to speak of, but the life she has lived has been quite well adjusted as anyone could expect in this day and age. Her father and mother separated before her birth, so her lack of father was never too detrimental in her life. Her mother (Francine) works as a dental hygienist and always gave Ferra anything she could ever possibly want and need. She often is being dropped off at school, her grandparent's house, or dance practice.

Playing with her tablet on the trip to her grandparent's house, she began to fill out the pop up message for cure of boredom.

▷ Hobbies: Dance. Playing outside. Making up stories. Dress up. Barbie dolls.

▷ Living Family:
Francine Hanson. (Mom)
Frank Hanson (Papa/Grandpa)
Carol Hanson (Mema/Grandma)

Neil Ashton (Dad)

▷ What are you? A princess!

The Halfway House

NanixErka said
@ sekogami 13 years is a /really/ short sentence for murder...... And angels aren't technically mythical creatures. Please change it. other than that she seems fine!

5 COUNTS of murder.
She'd be in jail for probably 3-4 life sentences yo.

Whoah, Cool site!

Welcome! Welcome! Welcome!
(: Hope you enjoy your stay here- and if you have any questions feel free to ask!

Harry Potter- Ignition Year one

soren said
Yeah I am starting to think eyeris is gone too. Well honestly I guess we should just say fuck this scene and move on. I know it isn't important persay but little things make a picture bigger.

I haven't heard from her for a while now. But granted it was holiday season.
True- I do agree the little things make the big picture but at this moment we'll just have to.

If you're on for a minute let's pm or chat to figure something out and get this back going.

If that is okay with the remaining group that is- whoever you may be!?

Harry Potter- Ignition Year one

soren said
So is anyone going to post or do I need to do some recruitment?

I think we need some structure in which to post.
Maybe even a time skip.. or something. We lost so many people.

Being Different Should Never Be A Bad Thing, Right?

Damiann47 said
Alright my character is going to go up soonish, not doing a normal CS is kinda neat I'll admit.

Agreed. It was kind of fun :D
Can't wait to see your character ^^

AuntFlavia said
I looove character driven stuff. Into this already.

I'm so hyped!

Hope you don't mind I used the "Jennifer" from yours to add to mine.
Makes it seem like a small little high school that everyone really does know everyone type of feel.

Being Different Should Never Be A Bad Thing, Right?

The town's pastor was highly praised when he had a daughter born on a bright spring day on the 3rd of April, 1999. Definitely a gift from God as the Easter season approached. This daughter was to be named Reyna Carlson. The pastor (Robert Carlson) had met his wife (Priscilla Diaz) during a church mission trip. He brought her back from the Dominican Republic to marry her as soon as possible. The two had fell in love. Not even a year later, their one and only daughter was born. A sweet, kind, generous child Reyna grew up very naive to the world around her and often found herself in situations where her morals were pushed.

Being the pastor's daughter was a job in itself. You always have to be at church every Sunday, and any other day that it was called for. You have to have a good reputation in the eyes of all the town members. You have to have a well behaved online profile. You have to be well groomed and manicured. You have to have good grades. You have to not have sex until marriage.

It was the last one Reyna had messed up on.

Quentin was a sweet, kind, generous child as Reyna was. He went to church every Sunday with his parents and got good grades. He was a star football player at the high school and quite the good looking boy. Quentin and Reyna had gotten quite the crush on one another as they grew up together. Both of their parents found it just fine that the two were together. Often, they joked about how one day the two would get married and take on the family's church and continue to grace the town with a good faith.

Sex was something Reyna was clueless about, As Quentin fiddled with the button of her blouse in the basement of the church, she gasped in horror. "No!" she pushed away his hands rapidly, wrapping her arms around herself. This charade lasted a few months before the pressure finally kicked in. The two had unprotected sex, and before Reyna knew it she was pregnant.

With tears she came to her parents, between sobs she gasped, "I don't know what to do." Her parents were outraged. Disgusted. Humiliated. They did what they only knew how to do- pray. They prayed as they purchased a ticket for their daughter. They prayed as they told the congregation she was just off on a mission trip.

They prayed as their daughter boarded the plane back to her mother's homeland to receive an abortion.

Returning from her plane her parents greeted her as a new woman, she had been saved from this spawn inside of her. The whole congregation cheered and applaud at her return, curious of what her experience was. Through clenched teeth she explained how closer to God she felt, and how she was just happy she was now home. Reyna was a changed woman, not quite the sweet sixteen most girls in town were, but something different.

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Sample:

He pressed her against the side of tree out the school hard, as his hands slammed up against the bark on either side of her curly haired head. "Quentin said you were an easy fuck if I'd like to get something sometime." the boy huffed into her soft freckled face. Her eyes stared back in horror and shook her head. "Y-y-you have the wrong girl." she stammered, trying to escape from the boy's entrapment. "You trying to say he's a liar?" the boy barked, his lips parting as he moved closer to the girl, with a hushed tone he harshly whispered, "I've seen the pictures."

Reyna pushed the boy with all her might, escaping him and heading into the school. His cackle could be heard as tears rushed down her cheeks, she went into the bathroom stall and wept. "You okay in there?" a voice could be heard from the other stall. "I'm alright." Reyna called weakly, sniffing, and wiping her eyes with her slender finger tips. Soon the door behind her open and the voice was matched with a face. Jennifer. A young girl from one of her classes. Jennifer dipped down next to her and gave Reyna a big hug. "I bet it must be tough being the pastor's daughter. Did you fail a test or something?" the girl asked quite sympathetic.

"Yeah, something like that."

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Name: Reyna Carlson Age: 16 Height: 5ft 1 Personality: Sweet. Kind. Naive. Generous. Anxious. Hobbies: Church. Hair and Makeup. Singing. Reading. Likes: Talking. Sunshine. Dancing. Walking outside. School. Dislikes: Traveling. Rain. Being touched without permission. Home. Sexual Preference: Straight History: The town's pastor was highly praised when he had a daughter born on a bright spring day on the 3rd of April, 1999. Definitely a gift from God as the Easter season approached. This daughter was to be named Reyna Carlson. The pastor (Robert Carlson) had met his wife (Priscilla Diaz) during a church mission trip. He brought her back from the Dominican Republic to marry her as soon as possible. The two had fell in love. Not even a year later, their one and only daughter was born. A sweet, kind, generous child Reyna grew up very naive to the world around her and often found herself in situations where her morals were pushed. Being the pastor's daughter was a job in itself. You always have to be at church every Sunday, and any other day that it was called for. You have to have a good reputation in the eyes of all the town members. You have to have a well behaved online profile. You have to be well groomed and manicured. You have to have good grades. You have to not have sex until marriage. It was the last one Reyna had messed up on. Quentin was a sweet, kind, generous child as Reyna was. He went to church every Sunday with his parents and got good grades. He was a star football player at the high school and quite the good looking boy. Quentin and Reyna had gotten quite the crush on one another as they grew up together. Both of their parents found it just fine that the two were together. Often, they joked about how one day the two would get married and take on the family's church and continue to grace the town with a good faith. Sex was something Reyna was clueless about, As Quentin fiddled with the button of her blouse in the basement of the church, she gasped in horror. "No!" she pushed away his hands rapidly, wrapping her arms around herself. This charade lasted a few months before the pressure finally kicked in. The two had unprotected sex, and before Reyna knew it she was pregnant. With tears she came to her parents, between sobs she gasped, "I don't know what to do." Her parents were outraged. Disgusted. Humiliated. They did what they only knew how to do- pray. They prayed as they purchased a ticket for their daughter. They prayed as they told the congregation she was just off on a mission trip. They prayed as their daughter boarded the plane back to her mother's homeland to receive an abortion. Returning from her plane her parents greeted her as a new woman, she had been saved from this spawn inside of her. The whole congregation cheered and applaud at her return, curious of what her experience was. Through clenched teeth she explained how closer to God she felt, and how she was just happy she was now home. Reyna was a changed woman, not quite the sweet sixteen most girls in town were, but something different. Sample: He pressed her against the side of tree out the school hard, as his hands slammed up against the bark on either side of her curly haired head. "Quentin said you were an easy fuck if I'd like to get something sometime." the boy huffed into her soft freckled face. Her eyes stared back in horror and shook her head. "Y-y-you have the wrong girl." she stammered, trying to escape from the boy's entrapment. "You trying to say he's a liar?" the boy barked, his lips parting as he moved closer to the girl, with a hushed tone he harshly whispered, "I've seen the pictures." Reyna pushed the boy with all her might, escaping him and heading into the school. His cackle could be heard as tears rushed down her cheeks, she went into the bathroom stall and wept. "You okay in there?" a voice could be heard from the other stall. "I'm alright." Reyna called weakly, sniffing, and wiping her eyes with her slender finger tips. Soon the door behind her open and the voice was matched with a face. Jennifer. A young girl from one of her classes. Jennifer dipped down next to her and gave Reyna a big hug. "I bet it must be tough being the pastor's daughter. Did you fail a test or something?" the girl asked quite sympathetic. "Yeah, something like that."

elementum magica, academy for Witches and Warlocks.

Harper caught sight of the boy across the hall from her. The one that shared the same door symbol as her. Darting into her room quickly, and closing the door behind her she peered around and took in the scene. The room was quite different from what she was used to up in the mountains. This was lush, made for kings and queens; not someone who milked goats in the morning. "Wow." she gasped softly, throwing herself onto the bed face first. She snuggled into the warm comforter before opening her eyes and spotting a tape.

On the instructions it said to watch on the dvd player. Fumbling around until she figured out what that was she watched in awe as the tape gave her the grand tour of the academy from the comforts of her room.