Alyss: Chapter 1

Alyss had to get back. The old warehouse would be closing anytime now and she didn't want to worry her sister. The last time that she had missed closing time she had to sleep outside in the Cold and had gotten more than an earful from her sister the next day. She stuffed the slim box she had in her hand into her jacket pocket.

Alyss jogged a few blocks. She stepped around the corner of the warehouse to see a tall dark figure step out onto the sidewalk. He was soon followed by a small plump figure who shouted to the tall one,

"I'll see you tomorrow, Leroy!" His back was turned on the door.

This was her chance. She ran towards the door, as quiet as a mouse (without all of the squeaking). She dove inside just as the owner turned to lock the door. Whew, too close for comfort.

She jogged up the stairs and opened the trapdoor in the ceiling. Lifting herself into the opening she yelled out, "Marian, I'm home!" Not much of a home but it's all we've got. She looked around clapping her hands together. "Marian?" She yelled again.

Just then a tall figure entered the room. It was Marian. She was wearing an oversized grey sweater, black skinny jeans and her old brown combat boots. Her Blonde hair was in an extremely messy bun.

"Where have you been?" she asked Alyss in a harsh tone, "it's late."

"I got caught up in something." She said hurriedly.

"What?"

"Some stranger, we were both running in opposite directions and ran into each other."

"Why were you running?"

"Who are you, the police?" Alyss said, throwing her hands up.

"No, I'm your sister and I have a right to know." She said calmly crossing her arms.

Alyss growled at her sister and then stomped towards the open window to her left, climbing through it and up onto the roof. She sat there alone for awhile, breathing. Inhale. Exhale. This calmed her down a bit.

This was her favorite place to be. She was free here. She wanted to shout from the rooftop but stopped herself from doing so. She pulled the box out of her pocket and opened it.

Inhale. Exhale.

ICARUS: chapter 1

The sun was on fire.

As always.

But right now, it was taking the whole sky down with it.

Only one was watching this time. He sat on the beach, chin raised, and blinked back the moisture that the wind brought to his eyes. His eyes were usually blue, but today they were grey. Today was not a good day to be here. He shouldn’t have come. He should be with his mother right now.

It was late, anyway.

The sixteen year old buried his toes deeper into the white sand and gazed at the shining waves that caressed the shore. Icarus’ waves. Icarus’ sea, as his mother used to say. Icarus’ sun.

No. It was not a good day to be here. But he still needed it. There hadn’t been good waves for surfing, but Icarus hadn’t want to surf. He’d wanted to swim. And he’d tried. But the familiar feelings had returned, the nausea swelling in his stomach as the land suddenly dropped, leaving his feet to kick frantically - at what? Nothing. The water had swallowed his mind as well as legs, just as it had swallowed his three-year-old sister, exactly - what was it? Six years and three hours ago. Almost four.

No. Icarus’ sea was too deep, too raw. Of the surf, Icarus was sovereign, yes. He was king where water met land, where both melted under the ever-blazing sun. But the shallowest depths were outside of his dominion.

He really needed to leave now. Icarus picked up the heavy book beside him, and tucked a pink cockleshell into his shorts pocket, before standing. He began to make his way down the beach, not bothering to brush the sand off his swim suit.

This wasn’t really a good day to be doing anything. Not every ten-year-old kid gets to lose his dad and his sister on the same day. His mother would be needing him right now. She always tried to pretend, but September 20th might as well be marked on their calendar. Icarus had to give her credit, though. Divorce wasn’t common in Orsonsburgue. Drownings were. Either way, she dealt with it well. September 20th, was, Icarus noticed, always a shopping day for his mom. What did Icarus do? He shot his own brain cells every year by jumping into the stupid deep end. Cause that was so brave.

Icarus glanced up now, at a tall cliff face. At the top, squatted a blue house. A small one, at that, but it was home. He hopped up the rock steps that went from the beach to the top, and ran his hands along smooth stone that ran on either side. It was practically the only thing on the property that wasn’t rougher than tree trunks. The stone was weathered too, but age and sand had polished it to perfection.

Almost perfect enough for Icarus.

Finally, the lean boy had gotten to the top of the of the cliff. He turned for but a moment, and gazed at the sinking orb of flame in the distance. Soon, he knew, the restless waves would taste its fire. The tender surface of the deep would have to accept the fatal kiss of the sun, dowsing its light to welcome the night’s starry embrace. It was almost sad. Why in Neptune's name was he always thinking in these terms? Icarus laughed suddenly and raised his right hand in a salute to the ancient star. Time to go home. He took off down the rough turf, on towards the small blue house squatting ahead. His mother needed him.

And after all. The dark really didn’t suit him.

Character Bio: Avery

Character Bio: Avery

 

Gender: Female 

Name: Avery Kaelin Novak

Height: 5,9

Age: 17

Eye color: Purple. Deep purple. Like the purple you can only find in the most radiant of sunsets.

Hair color: Bleach blonde hair – the colour that is only seen when one spends too much time in the sun. However, she never spends time in the sun. She may be a blonde, but she doesn’t act the part.

Appearance: Black skinnies cling to her legs, stressing her above-average height. Leather seems her best friend, as she constantly dons a burgundy or black leather jacket. Knee-high, leather boots cloak her lower legs. Purple eyes complete the mysterious look that surrounds her, and she consistently lugs around a black backpack.

Character Bio: Icarus

 

Character Bio: Icarus

Gender: Male

Name: Icarus Vaughn Phaëton

Height: 5'8"

Age: 16

Eye Color: Sky Blue, sometimes Grey

Hair Color: Sun-bleached Blonde

Personality: Young, unsure of himself, and often very foolish. He is very eager to make friends, however, and tends to play the "little brother" in most relationships. He is usually over-ambitious, and is susceptible to extreme disappointment or failure.

Peculiarities: Orange juice is his favorite thing, and although a reckless surfer, the open ocean terrifies him.

He also falls in love very easily.

  

Character Bio: Britannica

 

Character Bio: Britannica

Gender: Female

Name: Ossian Britannica Lucas

Height: 5'4''

Age: 14

Eye Color: Crinkly Green

Hair Color: Soft brown. Usually kept in a high updo.

Story: Ran away from the home of her grandparents (who raised her since age seven) when she was eleven. She found refuge in a convent, where she introduced herself as 'Britannica', as opposed to her former nickname 'Ozzy.' When she was thirteen, she left the convent and took on a job of assisting a group of drug dealers. Currently, she is weaving her way in and out of the ghettos, mastering the art of self-defense.

Peculiarities: Her father was a university professor, and her mother was a librarian before they died in an airplane crash.

She also despises Greek mythology.

Introduction #3

Greetings. Kili A here.
Or, simply known as Kiley.

Anyway. I seen to have posted my first bio before I introduced myself, for which I deeply apologize.

- First and foremost, I am a storyteller.
- I bear dark silver-green eyes and my locks are long.
- I love all things Lewis.
- Since childhood, i have struggled with maintaining my American accent. Regardless, my narnian tongue of the Arthurian regions tends to win over.
- Stay back! I know the sacred art of Oragomi.
- I am most likely friendlier than i sound.
- I just experienced deja vu.
- I have sleep walked out of the house before.

*The cops attempted to track me down when i was eight. They failed.

There. Surely, that's all you need to know. But if not, always free to write.

=)

/\ (for the sake of friendliness)

Have a perfectly scriddly-umptious day, my good comrads! And may the stars ever shine uppn our meeting!

Character Bio: Myron

Character Bio: Myron

Gender: Male

Name: Myron Euphranor Delphi 

Height: 6'

Age: 17

Eye Color: Bronze/Dark Brown

Hair Color: Dark Brown

Tragic Back-story: His entire family perished due to a natural disaster when he was eleven, as did his village.

Peculiarities: He owns a silver dragon ring. 


He also hates scarves.

Character Bio: Marian Jane

Character Bio: Marian Jane

Gender: Female

Name: Marian Jane Gailen

Eye Colour: Mouse grey

Hair: Long blonde hair

Age: 17

Height: 5’10”

Build: Tall, lean, and healthy.

Style: Oversized sweaters, dark jeans, and brown combat boots.

Temperament: She could talk the day away if ever she wanted to but, she knows when to be quiet. She isn’t embarrassed easily. She’s witty and smart, making her very persuasive. Tries to be fair in almost everything.

Character Bio: Kenzie

Character Bio: Kenzie

Gender: Female

Name: Kenzie Raya Verdier

Height: 5,7

Age: 18

Eye color: Her eyes are an icy blue colour, deep and intelligent. White lines streak through them like cracks in the ice.

Hair color: Gorgeous waves of sleek, red hair billow down her back, accentuating her pale face, and dazzling blue eyes.

Appearance: Outlined in white, a dark blue tunic flows down her torso to her mid-thighs, meeting a pair of pearly white leggings. Black combat boots finish her ensemble, adding a touch of rebellion to it. Because she can't wear the same clothing every day, her wardrobe also consists of colorful dresses, ranging from simple colors, to aztec print. Her soft facial features complete her simple appearance, creating a beautiful, petite ginger.

Character Bio: Colton

Character bio: Colton

Gender: Male

Name: Colton Levi Mercedo

Height: 6,2
Age: 21

Eye Color: His eyes are a furnace; blazing red while specks of orange embers burn within.

Hair color: Black. Blacker than night itself. His short, raven locks fall across his forehead in an organized frenzy, accenting his fiery eyes.

Appearance: Being a bred gentleman, his preferred choice of clothing includes a trench coat that falls to his ankles. When he removes it, however, a t-shirt is revealed that demonstrates his rebellious nature, and perfectly accents his toned biceps. High cheekbones, and chiseled lips complete his sharp features, resulting in a striking, rebellious gentleman. 

Character Bio: Alyss

Character Bio: Alyss

Gender: Female

Name: Alyss Nicole Gailen

Eye colour: Green

Hair: Medium length black hair which is always in a French braid.

Age: 15

Height: 5’8”

Build: Tall, lean, and healthy.

Style: Her style ranges from band tees (The Beatles, AC DC, Queen, etc…) with a black cargo jacket, torn skinny jeans, and old converse to a oversized sweater, black combat boots, and a slouchy beanie. She always wears a silver band on her left thumb and has a compass tattoo on her right forearm.

Temperament: She smirks a lot, almost like she is constantly amused at the stupidity of others. Very observant and quiet but will speak up when she wants to be heard.