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Name: Aquamarine Terra Nickname/Alias: Aqua Age: 18 Gender: Female Alignment: She sort of works for both sides. She's a bounty hunter, but can easily be swayed to one side. Skills: Aqua can fight extremely well. Her father was a military man and taught her all the fighting styles he knew. She is also very athletic and stealthy Powers: Night Vision and Super Human Reflexes/Senses **Night Vision**- This is pretty self explanatory. She can see in the dark as easily as she can see in the light. **Super Human Reflexes/Senses**- She is _extremely_ fast with reflexes. Honestly, she could almost dodge a speeding bullet. She tends to be able to sense people that are near her, within at least five hundred feet. She has to have control over her senses though because if she lets them overwhelm her, they overpower her and give her a major headache. Equipment: She mostly uses a pistol, but she also has knives, bow and arrows, and a whole assortment of weapons. Personality: Aqua is very loud and out going. She is full of herself and confident in her abilities. She never lets an assignment get away from her and she is almost always in it for the money. She tends to easily be swayed to one side by money, but as soon as she senses danger within that side, she's out. She has no attachments, so she seems cold at first, but can get only slightly warmer once you get to know her. She tends to ignore a lot of people and go with her gut feelings more than logical sense. History: Aqua grew up alone most of the time. Her father was away in the military and her mother died when she was young. She mostly stayed with her grandparents, but when both of them died, she had to move in with her father. That's when her father taught her how to fight and defend herself. One night, while he was watching television downstairs, someone slipped in and murdered her father. No one knows why, but this is what drove Aqua to become a bounty hunter. She remembers what the guy looks like perfectly and has been waiting for the day when she comes across him once again. She takes up jobs for Helios and the Freedom Fighters, but tends to stay out of the rift in the middle. Appearance:  Her eyes are blue though and not brown Other: HI TIDUS! :)

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Hey guys! So I have had absolutely no time to post or work on this (I'm in six other RPs), so I'm going to kill this one. But I am working on a brand new RP with a friend I met on here that has to do with mutants. We are working on that right now, so if you would like to join that one, I will have a link up once we post it. Sorry to disappoint you all. :/

Are we having a set order on who posts when?

As Violet feels her powers drain out of her, she becomes weaker. Hr legs shake slightly, but she remains standing. It feels as if a part of her has been taken from her. A huge part. She draws out her viAL and waves her hand over it. The shadows continues to spin and she frowns. She didn't actually think he took them. He asks for questions and she asks, "When will we get those back?"

Sure

> As he hovered behind those in the training room waiting for class to begin, Shane began to examine everyone in the room. His white eyes glowing through shadow of his hooded robe. Even though he had no intention of stealing from them(yet)he loved sizing up a person. What kind of jewelry they have if any? What kind of financial background they came from? That sort of stuff. This reminded him of Riya back when the two of them would work together, scouting out a potential mark. She'd always give half of what they stole to the beggar kids while he'd have this look on his face, "They need to learn to fend for themselves" he'd say. Not she'd listen anyway. Riya always was the kind one out of the two thieves.  > > Snapping back to reality Shane realized that the others hadn't noticed him yet. Surprising since he figured a tall black robed figure would instantly gain attention but then again he probably wasn't the most intimidating person at HIVE. Going invisible once again he noticed Jack and Violet. Those two seemed to be making fast friends with everyone else...well at least one of them. Hmm perhaps? Shane, still invisible, hovered over to Violet. Let's see how long she's stay before the cold got to her. Violet smiles and draws out some of her shadow. She looks around as she begins to get cold and she throws it up into the air next to her shoulder. Though it doesn't stick right to him, she notices the interference with the Rift. "You shouldn't be next to someone who deals with shadows, Rift," she says. "Invisible things can easily be seen in the shadows." She smiles over at him. "I'm Vi-Shadow. My name is Shadow."

> > Name: Yolanda Grieg > Age: 18 > School Grade: Senior > Gender: Female > > Hero/Villain: Hero, though exhibits more of an anti-hero personality [if that is allowed]. > > Powers/Skills: Death Inducement, can be controlled. > > Equipment: N/A > > Appearance: Yolanda is average in height and slender in build with faint muscle definition. She has short hair that has been slicked back and dyed bleach blonde. Pale skinned. She has dark brown eyes, which in contrast with her skin, appear to be black. The pale skin of her back has been elaborately inked with the solid lines of a tattoo depicting a grotesque scene of demons and the Devil himself. > > Personality: Yolanda is a sly woman. Conniving and secretive, it's often difficult to tell what she is about to do. Despite this, however, she is loyal to those she feels are deserving. Once her loyalty has been secured, she is protective and fierce. Yolanda has a tendency to be sarcastic, dryly humorous and cynical but has the capacity to be kind and tender. Able to be extremely persuasive when need be. She has a touch of nihilsm to her. > Yolanda likes to keep her emotions in check but sometimes loses control. When angered or frightened, she lashes out at any who surround; whether it be friends, family or strangers. She often enters a period of regret after these episodes, though the level of regret is relative to how firmly she believes her anger or fear was justified. > > Other: Yolanda was born and raised in South Africa and as such has a strong South African accent. She is able to speak both Afrikaans and English fluently. She has always had an interest in both the occult and both the good and evil of religion, hence her tattoo. > [My favourite movie is A Clockwork Orange]. Accepted

~Lake Tahoe Ski Resort, North California ~ He looks out the front window of the van, smiling up at the large, white mountain before him. He hears the boys and girls exclaim in the backseats of the far as they press their little noses against the windows to get a better look. He smiles and pulls into a parking space with a jolt. The children giggle at the jolt of the car before opening the doors and hurrying to get out. He quickly unbuckles his seat belt and hops out of the driver’s seat. He shuts the door behind him and locks it before grouping the kids up. The kids look up at him with wide eyes as he begins to talk to them. “Okay, remember what we talked about?” he asks them. “Yes,” they all respond with a childlike tone. “No going off with strangers,” he starts off and he notices that some of the kids begin to mouth the words with him. “Stay in groups of at least four and only go on the young kid slope. We will be meeting at the ski lodge at eight o’clock so that your parents can take you home, okay?” All of the kids nod obediently and he smiles. “Alright. I’ll be watching out for you guys okay? If you ever need me, come and find me. I will either be in the lodge or on the slopes, okay?” They all nod again and he smiles. “Head out to the lodge to get your skis and boots, y’all,” he says and they all giggle and take off running. He smiles as he watches them run off toward the lodge. He proceeds to then to grab his snowboard and boots from off the top of the van. He opens up the driver side once again and sits down in it, untying his white sneakers and setting them in the passenger’s side of the van. He then pulls on his snow boots. He looks around at all of the people pulling up next to him. The glowing powder on his neck blinks brightly and he tucks it underneath his jacket and shirt. He pulls on his beanie and hooks his snowboard under his arm as he begins to walk out to the ski lift. It’s about a football field length away. He walks slowly, making sure to watch out for the children as he does. He notices a few of them heading toward the cafeteria of the lodge, not getting any skis and he sighs. Some of these kids don’t take advantage of things in life, which he finds sad, but that’s their choice. He continues to walk toward the ski, looking around. It was so beautiful out here. He would love to stay up here, but he was only staying for the week after the children’s parents came to pick them up. After that, he would be leaving. Such a sad time.

Are you starting over? I would like to try again because it would be easier to go with it this time.