School of the Mutants ~ RP ~ players needed

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Luna tucked her wings back against her back, loosely this time, and she sat down again. She hated boots and gloves. But, she'd keep her gloves on out here. The boots, she didn't really need them on, since she could control what she froze when she stepped, mostly. So she slipped her boots off and placed them beside the swings, sighing in relief. "I really hate things on my hands and feet." She said to Angelos, explaining why she took her boots off.
 
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Name: Rielle (Elle or Rie)
Age: 18
Gender: F
Gift: photographic memory, water. (Creates/controls water, and can breath in water.)
Crush: none.... Yet. :D (open)
Spouse (over 19): no
Personality: bright, spunky, stubborn, hates it when people fight, kind, funny, outgoing, isn't afraid to speak her mind, likes to make new friends, though she is cautious in who she trusts, smart-alek, quick witted, and is painfully honest.
History: her father was very abusive to Elle and her mother. One day, she accidentally flooded the house with her water gift when she was 14 years old, and her father kicked her out. Her mother had yelled at her father, begging him to not throw Rielle out, but her father didn't listen, and threw Rielle out. She's lived on her own ever since, and had recently learned that her mother died of a heart attack. Elle was heart broken, because she hadn't seen her mother since the night she was thrown out.
Picture/Description:
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Already at school? (Yes/no): no
Castoff/ or runaway?: castoff
Other: loves candy. Has a secret stash in her room, and is often found sneaking candy, or eating it. Is also an incredible artist because of her photographic memory, able to create lots of detail from things she's seen before. Her only belonging is a paintbrush, given to her by her mom.
 
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Rielle sat down on a large, smooth rock. It was dark grey, so she could paint with water on it. She her her paint brush, her only belonging from her home, out if it's case and dipped it into the pond that that rock sat in. She leaned over the rock and stared a disign she had seen in celtic art, with a lot of spirals and rope knots. By the time she finished a section of the design, it had already started to dry and fade away. She sighed, wishing she had real paint so she could keep her disigns, and they wouldn't fade away. But every penny she warned from a temporary job was spent on new clothing from discount stores, and food. She didn't have a place toluve, so she often spent the nights beside ponds and lakes. She loved water, and therefore spent most of her time near it. And though, she could create water, she couldn't control how much water she made, as it often ended very badly, so she spent her time near water that she hadn't made. She fingered the paint brush handle. It was a pale, milky blue with dark blue spirals and pen and marker designs from when she was younger and first got her paint brush. It had been a gift from her mom on her 7th birthday, since she'd had a big interest in art since as long as she could remember. The paintbrush was still in perfect condition, not a hair separated from another. She took great care of it, and never had replaced it. And never would. It was the only thing she had left of her mother. She ran her finger along the blue designs, staring out into the water a she thought.
 
Dylan saw Rielle and shifted to his human form. He walked closer to her and leaned on a tree "Hello"
 
StarrNico said:
Dylan saw Rielle and shifted to his human form. He walked closer to her and leaned on a tree "Hello"
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Rielle heard a voice behind her and she yelped as she jumped to her feet, spinning around the face the person, clutching her paintbrush to her chest. "yikes. Don't sneak up on me again please." She said, letting out a shaky breath. She had been scared to death that it was her father, tracking her down. She still had scars from her father's abuse, and was scared that he was going to come after her, blaming her for her mother's death. She released her death grip on her paint brush, not wanting to snap it in half, and put it back in its case.
 
MollyBrownROX13 said:
Rielle heard a voice behind her and she yelped as she jumped to her feet, spinning around the face the person, clutching her paintbrush to her chest. "yikes. Don't sneak up on me again please." She said, letting out a shaky breath. She had been scared to death that it was her father, tracking her down. She still had scars from her father's abuse, and was scared that he was going to come after her, blaming her for her mother's death. She released her death grip on her paint brush, not wanting to snap it in half, and put it back in its case.
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"Sorry, comes with being a shifter I guess. I'll try not to sneak up on you again" Dylan said with a smile "I'm Dylan"
 

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