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Fractions: A New Age

They can only have two elements, correct?

California University (RP&OOC)

Larkin turned to the boy who had spoken and gave him and his sister a friendly smile. "Nice to meet you both." He saw the boy shoot his sister a smile and he smirked inwardly. Celia just seemed to blush harder, eyes fixed firmly on her desk. He nudged his sister. "Celia, be nice and say hi." He said, unable to help tease his sister slightly. Her bright blue eyes shot up to him before she unthinkingly glanced over at Nikki and Derek. She blushed bright red, gave a tiny, timid wave before she was back to hiding her eyes underneath her hair.

Fractions(Elemental RP)

I'm interested as well. ^^ And I'm curious: do you mean "faction" instead of "fraction" or am I just being an idiot and making a fool of myself?

Mutants

Willow sat down with her fox securely in her lap, still seeing through his eyes. She listened to the conversations around her as she sat there quietly, her white hair making her seem to stick out among the crowd of mutants.

Echoes Of The Forgotten

I'm good seeing as my character is just standing there in the hallway. Of course, since she got ran into I would just add that in to her response of the event so I'm not posting like crazy to get caught up.

Mutants

Willow heard the announcement to head to the gym and she sighed, standing. Bastian looked up at her and barked softly. Willow smiled and picked him up, heading towards her door. Before she opened it she closed her and eyes and when she opened them her normal silver/white eyes were a blue identical to Bastian's. Now seeing through her foxes eyes, the girl made her way out of her room and down towards the gym; her fox being her eyes to guide the mostly blind her girl safely to her destination.

California University (RP&OOC)

Celia peeked up at the boy from underneath her bangs, blushing even more when he looked back up at her again. Larkin smiled at the girl and took her hand, shaking it softly. "Hullo, I'm Larkin and this is my younger sister Celia." The girl peeked over and waved shyly before she looked at the boy again, blushed harder and hid her eyes further under her bangs. Larkin smiled in apology to Melody. "Sorry, she gets terrified around people and hardly talks. Don't take it personally."

The Light In The Darkness

Will smiled at the male. "Hullo! Yes, I am part of the circle. And trial? Who is going on trial?" The Ranger asked, a puzzled expression on his face. However, before the man answered him he rushed off in a hurry. Will followed behind, his longbow still in hand and his quiver full of arrows still slung over his back. He entered a room full of people and moved through them until he could see yet still remain in the shadows. He gazed curiously at the male on trial. Why he looked his age! What in the world could he have done to merit this kind of treatment? Will then heard someone address him as a demon and his curiosity doubled. A demon? He wondered what he could have done to be convicted like this. Will remained silent and unmoving in the shadows, his cloak helping him stay unseen by the people in the room. Of course, anyone with sharp eyesight would be able to spot him if they were looking but it would be difficult as the boy kept still and didn't move a muscle.

The Asylum

~Stands at 4'8 and weighs 90 pounds~

Arabella Finch

16

Chiraptophobia- Extreme fear of being touched

Since birth, Arabella has always been uncomfortable with being touched. She didn't know why but it always made her insides twist and her skin feel cold whenever she was touched anywhere on her body. She would always stay in her room, hiding under her blankets as her parents fought. They blamed each other that something was wrong with their daughter and so their screaming matches usually lasted well into the night. Arabella was often not able to go out in public; just the thought of walking down the street, through stores and the possibility that people could brush up against her, touch her, nearly sent her in a panic. Things only grew worse when Arabella turned ten and her father began coming home late smelling of alcohol, her mother hardly coming home at all. Her parents fighting escalated physically and her father normally took out his anger on Arabella after her mother would storm out of the house and not come back for well over a day, causing her discomfort of being touched in a fear of being touched. This continued for about six years with her mother either not noticing the bruises and cuts all over her daughter or not caring enough to do anything about it until one night, when her father had beaten her to the point of unconsciousness, did the neighbors burst in, having heard the screaming. Arabella was taken away from them and sent to a foster care but when they found out how Arabella reacted to touch, they shipped her off to the Asylum, not wanting to deal with her.

She loves drawing and painting. Her room is covered with her drawings.

The Asylum

ok. ^^