So here are all of the characters I have. (Always adding more.) PM me anytime to roleplay, if you interest me I will reply. xp BTW I do not cyber.
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Only you can set me free….
It was one of those stormy nights where heavy rain was falling from the sky, making it hard to see anything except a few or so feet in front of you. Kira stood on the roof of an abandoned warehouse, the sleeping city below. It was late and the full moon was hidden behind clouds.
Kira was trying to keep her life. A man who she could not recognize in the storm was after her. He said to be the assassin who was hired to kill her. She knew exactly why an assassin would be after her. Yet she noticed a small bit of sympathy in this man’s eyes. There was a small part of him that did not want to kill her. She was wondering why but decided to take advantage of it. She took a few steps back from him and lowered her gun. “You can kill me, if first you explain why you think I deserve to die.” Kira stated, in a calm voice. She knew if this didn’t work she would only have seconds to come up with a plan B.
Kira was trying to keep her life. A man who she could not recognize in the storm was after her. He said to be the assassin who was hired to kill her. She knew exactly why an assassin would be after her. Yet she noticed a small bit of sympathy in this man’s eyes. There was a small part of him that did not want to kill her. She was wondering why but decided to take advantage of it. She took a few steps back from him and lowered her gun. “You can kill me, if first you explain why you think I deserve to die.” Kira stated, in a calm voice. She knew if this didn’t work she would only have seconds to come up with a plan B.
…Come and rescue me
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Isabella learned she was special when she was a young girl. Whenever she wanted something all she had to do was wish for it and it would be there. As she grew up and hit her teenage years she learned she could do even more than just wish. She could look at a person and hear their thoughts, she could think about someone and know exactly where they were, she could even convince a person to do whatever she wanted.
It wasn’t long before she came to a conclusion on what she was. Isabella believed herself to be a modern day witch. Whether or not that was true she didn’t know, nor did it matter because no matter how hard she wished she could never find any other “witches”.
Being a smart girl, even at a young age she knew never to tell anyone about what she could do. Not even her childhood friends. She never saw anyone that exhibited such powers like hers and she knew she could not let anyone know about her secret.
It wasn’t long before she came to a conclusion on what she was. Isabella believed herself to be a modern day witch. Whether or not that was true she didn’t know, nor did it matter because no matter how hard she wished she could never find any other “witches”.
Being a smart girl, even at a young age she knew never to tell anyone about what she could do. Not even her childhood friends. She never saw anyone that exhibited such powers like hers and she knew she could not let anyone know about her secret.
Isabella was now twenty-one, and still her secret was hers alone. She lived in New York City by herself. She had few friends, none of them at all close to her. As she walked the streets alone late one night something happened to her that she had never expected.
“Hey little lady.” A voice from behind her had whispered in her ear.
She shivered sensing multiple people behind her. It all happened so fast and even she couldn’t do anything. Everything had went black.
Her eyes opened to a dimly lit unfamiliar room. Her head seemed to hurt and her vision was still a little unfocused. There was a man directly in front of her while a few others were scattered in the background.
“Ugh let me go!” She said, noticing she was handcuffed to the wall as she tried to swing her arms at the man.
He laughed and gave her a toothy grin. “Relax darling, we just want some fun.” He said, putting his hand on her chin.
Isabella let out an angered sigh. She focused her eyes on the man and sent him flying across the room. As the man climbed to his feet the commotion began.
“What are you?” Another man in the room asked.
With a single thought Isabella broke the chains free of her and took a step toward the group of men. “Your worst nightmare.” She said, bringing one of their guns through the air to her hand. The men threw panicked glances around the room before making a run for it.
Her eyes glanced around the room and stopped at something in the center. A man still stood there, watching her. His facial expression seemed entirely calm, as though he hadn’t seen a thing. Isabella walked towards him, holding the gun up. Though she really didn’t need a gun she figured he would get the point easier that way.
Before she even reached him the gun fell from her grip and went flying across the room. She stopped and stared at him. “How…?” She asked, confused. He hadn’t even touched her.
“Same way you did.” He replied, studying her face.
Isabella’s jaw dropped. “You mean…You’re a…one of me?” She asked, not really wanting to use the term “witch”, seeing as she didn’t know what she was.
All he did was nod before he vanished in thin air.
She had tried to track him but came up with nothing.
“Hey little lady.” A voice from behind her had whispered in her ear.
She shivered sensing multiple people behind her. It all happened so fast and even she couldn’t do anything. Everything had went black.
Her eyes opened to a dimly lit unfamiliar room. Her head seemed to hurt and her vision was still a little unfocused. There was a man directly in front of her while a few others were scattered in the background.
“Ugh let me go!” She said, noticing she was handcuffed to the wall as she tried to swing her arms at the man.
He laughed and gave her a toothy grin. “Relax darling, we just want some fun.” He said, putting his hand on her chin.
Isabella let out an angered sigh. She focused her eyes on the man and sent him flying across the room. As the man climbed to his feet the commotion began.
“What are you?” Another man in the room asked.
With a single thought Isabella broke the chains free of her and took a step toward the group of men. “Your worst nightmare.” She said, bringing one of their guns through the air to her hand. The men threw panicked glances around the room before making a run for it.
Her eyes glanced around the room and stopped at something in the center. A man still stood there, watching her. His facial expression seemed entirely calm, as though he hadn’t seen a thing. Isabella walked towards him, holding the gun up. Though she really didn’t need a gun she figured he would get the point easier that way.
Before she even reached him the gun fell from her grip and went flying across the room. She stopped and stared at him. “How…?” She asked, confused. He hadn’t even touched her.
“Same way you did.” He replied, studying her face.
Isabella’s jaw dropped. “You mean…You’re a…one of me?” She asked, not really wanting to use the term “witch”, seeing as she didn’t know what she was.
All he did was nod before he vanished in thin air.
She had tried to track him but came up with nothing.
~Three Years Later~
It had been three years since the night she had met the man who was like her. She had searched the city for him, with no luck. After that she searched the world and still came up with nothing. Or anyone else like her. Now she was back in the city, finally giving up on her search. She now realized why she had never been able to find her own kind. Her powers didn’t seem to work on them, she hadn’t been able to track him or hear his thoughts.
As she walked down an alley a man approached her, she didn’t recognize him but he seemed to know her.
He stepped in front of her, she could feel his fear radiating off of him like a heat wave. Yet he had a determined look on his face. “You’re in my nightmares every night, you really are my worst nightmare…Your species is the world’s worst nightmare. One day every single last one of you will be dead…You…Witch.” The man said, stammering through his words.
A blank expression crossed Isabella face. She couldn’t believe it, he knew what she was. Was he one of the men from that night? Had they figured out what she was? Who else knew.
Suddenly there was a gunshot and the man fell to the ground in front of her. Behind him there stood a man putting his gun away. It was the man she had searched the world for. She stood there speechless, her heart pounding.
As she walked down an alley a man approached her, she didn’t recognize him but he seemed to know her.
He stepped in front of her, she could feel his fear radiating off of him like a heat wave. Yet he had a determined look on his face. “You’re in my nightmares every night, you really are my worst nightmare…Your species is the world’s worst nightmare. One day every single last one of you will be dead…You…Witch.” The man said, stammering through his words.
A blank expression crossed Isabella face. She couldn’t believe it, he knew what she was. Was he one of the men from that night? Had they figured out what she was? Who else knew.
Suddenly there was a gunshot and the man fell to the ground in front of her. Behind him there stood a man putting his gun away. It was the man she had searched the world for. She stood there speechless, her heart pounding.
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I feel so lost when you are not at my side…
It was a time of war. A time of separation and hatred for anything different from your own kind. We all live on the same planet, yet in our own worlds. It’s like there’s these imaginary lines drawn across the world. These lines have the power to separate our races.
Ellara was only part lycan, the other part of her was human. Of course this didn’t matter to the races, humans were long gone. Having human blood in you was rare these days. Her race believed they were superior to all the other races. From what she had learned during the past seventeen years of growing up in such a hate filled world was that all the races believed they were superior to the other.
She had her own beliefs, which she had ever only told one person. The only other person who didn’t see the lines drawn across the lands. She believed each race was superior in their own way, but none better than the other. Of course this war had been going on for generations, and it didn’t look like there was an end in sight, so her believes meant little.
Except to him. He believed the same as her. They both wished it would all stop and that the races would see the chaos that they were creating for further generations. Ellara had met a young man who was about her age a year ago. Though he was of course not a man, nor was he of her kind. They had met at the waterfall she enjoyed visiting often to think.
Their forbidden friendship had grown to a very strong bond over the past year. Though this was kept secret from anyone else.
Ellara sat on their rock waiting for him to meet her. It was long after suppertime and the moon was high in the sky, guarded with stars all around it. As she listened to the sound of the flowing water she awaited his arrival. She had news for him and it was certainly not good news. It was news that would shattered the strong ties between the two of them.
…Is this our farewell?
Julia stood her ground, despite feeling like the world was spinning around her. The icy gun was pressing harder against her forehead. Her heart was pounding in her chest. That was the only thing in her body that seemed to be working. She couldn’t move any muscles to save her life, which was exactly what she needed to do. Thoughts were crashing through her mind but nothing made sense.
“Jewel…Poor, poor Jewel. Always such a fool for love,” her boyfriend spoke as his finger slowly pressed on the trigger.
This couldn’t be happening. She had been working a late shift at the store. She left her boyfriend of three months to watch her daughter. Now they were standing in the living room, he had a gun to her head. How? Why? It didn’t add up. He had never hurt her before, not once. So why now?
Life moved slowly now. She could hear the click of the trigger, the sound of the bullet being dislodged from the barrel of the gun. While it traveled the short distance to her skull it felt like hours were slipping by but Julia knew it wasn’t even seconds. Her last thought was not of her own life, it was of her daughter. Was Scarlet okay? Would she escape before he killed her too? “Scarlet…” The word slipped from her lips right as the bullet broke through her skull. The world exploded with red and pain drowned out every thought. This lasted only for a second, after that the lights went out and with it so did the pain.
That fatal tragedy happened years ago. It was another life. That night where the bullet collided with her skull Julia became a part of The World of the Dead. In her old life she always thought that spirit stuff was just a load of s**t, now she was a part of it.
This world travels at a different speed than the one of the Living, making it so they can’t see the Dead, yet some of the Dead can see them. It’s like a world built on top of another, somehow both worlds are still functioning without interfering with the other.
Julia was what the Dead called a Stuck Speed . She was part of The World of the Dead, and could see it entirely, but she could also see the entire Living World. It was what humans referred to as Unfinished Business. She could interact with the Living, though it was only permitted when necessary, meaning, the Stuck Speeds could not keep living as if they were still in The World of the Living.
“It’s been seven years today,” Julia whispered to herself. In the Living World she was sitting by her own grave, staring at the flowers her daughter had left earlier. To this world she was invisible. In The World of the Dead, she sat in a park, alone. At least she was quite sure she was alone but her focus was on The World of the Living, she usually was alone in both worlds. She hadn’t come until after Scarlet visited. It was hard to bring herself to see her daughter who had grown up without her. Julia sat with a notebook in her lap, writing out thoughts, trying to figure out what she needed to do to become part of the Dead.
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