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Current Recently returned from an extended period of. . . not being here, I guess? Looking to start some stories, so gimme a message if you've got ideas you think I might like!
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No problem. I actually thought he'd allow more benders lol.Since they're normally the driving force of the canon series :p
I'm pretty sure it's still open. Gotta warn you though he probably won't let you be a bender >_< I had a whole character planned out too~ So I'm trying to think of something cool that isn't a bender though I'm having a hard time putting my heart into it :p
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@KatherinWinter There's actually a pretty soft spot between the windpipe and the jugular that you can jab your fingers into and tear from. It's the brains limiters that say you can't even though the human body is capable of a lot more than people think. Sure it would break er nails but it's entirely possible. And since she knows she can't die she's not afraid and that instinct to protect oneself from fatal injury doesn't kick in in that sort of situation.
@KatherinWinter Finger nails. Am I not supposed to have hands?
Sounds coolio~ I was asking since it seems no one knows anyone else and since it's a school and they're generally around the same age it would make sense for someone to know someone else at least.@RomanAria
The girl had followed the others into the gym, her hands held behind her back while she walked; white hair and pale skin in contrast to most of the others with them though she didn't mind much at all being different, in fact she enjoyed being strange and apart from them. Her deep red gaze passed over the others as she found herself a place to sit, on the top of the bleachers, near the end and apart from the others again in preference of solitude. A bandages was wrapped around her neck, a spatter of dried blood on it from earlier today when she had proven a point to someone who thought she was just pretending the be what she claimed was utterly, impossible to kill. She'd torn her own throat open in response. Anastasia's cold stare followed the others before focusing entirely on the girl in front of them with the doctor while she slipped into the shadows and vanished for as much as she could see. Closing her eyes she tried to see if she could hear her though there wasn't much to hear other then those around them echoing in the gymnasium and the lost echo of her footsteps not long before.

She suddenly felt the touch of a finger on her back and umped slightly, a small smirk appearing on her otherwise emotionless face and she opened her mouth to speak, not entirely certain that she would still be there to hear her. "Careful there. I tore that last night." She voice was teasing and light, a melody of contrasting tones that sang for a second longer in the air then normal, following the air currents of the fans before she let it go again.
Is there anyone interested in already knowing my female character Vanessa? Just curious~


Hey there. I wouldn't mind role playing with you.

I was wondering if you were interested in anything that has elves or sylvans etc in it? Or is fantasy a no go?

Oh and I like time travel :3
@Eklispe

The snow leopard could tell that the boy had spent little time even among the animals he took his genetics from, since the females would have had the same features she did if only in a slightly altered manor, though all women were generally the same - regardless of species. "Not generally. It's the girl they're attached to that's dangerous." The leopard explained, looking away from him as a giant wolf came out of a truck and started threatening people while Jerric tried to call everything to order. He seemed interesting, much more so then the boy who had attempted to converse with her. "Later Armadillo Boy." She said walking away from him with long confident strides, her leopard paws leaving indents in the ground where her claws ripped up grass and stone. She wasn't frightened in the least while she approached 'Shadow' though she didn't directly interact with him. Instead she took her place in the crowd and watched him, focusing in and assessing the threat around him, wondering how much it would take for him to really snap and get out of here instead of letting others control and dictate when and where he went. He looked as if he would hate this, and craved freedom like a real wolf, and the snow leopard looked away, walking with a confident swing of her hips and her tail wrapping itself around her left thigh.
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