Nothing really, just got a new phone. You?
OOC: May I please have a quick recap?
Is it too late to join? Name: Pius "Pete" Parker Age: 17 Gender: Male Appearance: Black hair with neon green highlights (click to see hair style), plain black t-shirt with tiny strange symbols on the sleeves in white. Baggy denim jeans, no shoes or socks since he walks around barefoot. About 5' 10" and slightly scrawny. Neon green wings. Tattoo on his right arm around his bicep (click to see), has one ring on each finger of each hand, all made of steel also having strange symbols engraved into it. Powers: Fire Side: Dark Personality: Doesn't get angry easily (you have to try really hard to get him angry), sarcastic, kind, caring but doesn't show it, laid back, the last thing from shy, secretly has low self esteem. Bio: Pete grew up with his parents and seven other siblings, but Pete's parents had no interest for him, only his six older siblings. But he had a little brother, Ace, that he loved a lot, that was just like him. They were only apart by 10 months, and were as close as peas in a pod. They shared a room, and Ace was Pete's only friend, since Pete was hated by everybody else for no reason. When Pete was 12 and Ace was 10 one night Pete heard moaning coming from the bunk bead below him. Pete jumped off his bed, and found Ace laying in his bed trembling insanely and as white as a ghost. Pete screamed and called for his parents, any of his siblings that didn't leave for college, but he had no reply. He knelt down next to Ace's bed, praying to who knows. After what felt like forever (even though it was only a few minutes) Ace looked at Pete, absolutely terrified. He shouted "Who am I? WHO AM I!" and he never spoke again. The second Ace stopped moving, his body looking as though it was frozen, it really hadn't hit Pete yet. Pete sat there the rest of the night, frozen and staring at Ace's dead body. Then once the first ray of sun shone through the windows Pete's eye opened wide, and he sobbed. Nobody bothered to check up on him, to even know why they weren't there for breakfast..or lunch. Once Pete got a hold of himself he had quietly grabbed a suitcase type of thing and stuffed several things he valued in there, and without a word he looked at his brother one last time, and as he looked at his hand Pete could've sworn he heard Ace talking to him, Take my lucky ring! so Pete, with a shaking hand, picked up the ring and put it on his right hand ring finger, giving his dead brother a kiss on the forehead and then jumping out the window, never to be seen by his siblings and parents again. Pete traveled from town to town for years, stealing food and water, and sometimes rings that were similar, or exactly alike, to the one from Ace, then moving to the next. He slept under overhangs, and if it was a nice night he slept in an alley. Then one day he awoke in a morning, and suddenly he had wings on his back. Pete considered this both a gift and a sin. He immediately, and sadly, adapted to his wings in a matter of days. Flying was both his favorite and worst. It drained his energy, was the thrill of a life time, and reminded him of Ace for some strange reason. Pete [extremely recently] stumbled upon the academy, knowing it would probably be best for him.
Zach continued to sprint in the other direction, not even daring to look back, and he had no clue what was going on. The shaking was getting worse, but he always grew up learning that right after the worst part is perfect calmness. The sky almost made Zach scared, and the wind almost knocked him down. He turned back, and he'd run quite a distance. From what he could see they were climbing on...a rock? Rocks now? Seriously? he couldn't even hear his heavy breathing over the howling wind. He felt his feet sinking in to the sand, Hunh, guess it's not safe. He waved his arms high and try to head back toward them but it felt like somebody put weights on his ankles. It was sand all the way back..but about halfway the distance to get back to them was something that looked like..well..not sand. He tried to shout "I'M GOING THE OTHER WAY!" but he could barely even hear himself as he struggled to turn back around.
Congratulations! Hope you have fun in England.
One second insane thunderstorms then insane humidity? That sucks.
I have been waiting for somebody to say this. Although it's short Portal and Portal 2.
Nope, I just threw random things from my uneventful day, one of them including trying to skip down my stairs (Not the greatest idea, by the way.) By the way I'm seriously loving this RP. I think the group should get split up in a little bit, and will they ever meet again afterwards? Also is there a limit to how many characters you can have?
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Imperio !
Don't leave any of your personal electronics in the same room as your drunk father or else he ends up puking on it.
"One more thing I want to add..." his voice vibrated from the ground trembling underneath him, "We're not taking over a land. They need our help, and we're going to help them. I'm not sure about you guys..but I came here for an adventure." he lied, "As we grew up we learned to help people, right? Well, our job right now is to help this alien place-ahh..no offense grandma." Then he muttered, "And let's make it out alive." He held his head high, "Now lets go!" he said, wanting to stop being serious as he started sprinting off in a random direction.
Zach looked around in awe, "What's wrong with this place? Are you an alien? I don't see any civilization." he said. OOC: Short post, sorry.
It's terrible. Gays take abuse all of the time, not only from their peers, but now teacher(s) too. The teacher definitely should be setting examples for the society of tomorrow, and that's just cruel what happened.
I'm definitely different between online and in real life. In real life I'm more kind of shy and quiet, but with a group of friends I'm hyper and loud. Online I'm kind of a bit more mature, and a take or give a bit more shy. I'd say I'm a bit more of me on the internet (maturity wise) and a bit more of me around my real life friends. (kind of loud.) Mostly nobody calls me anything on this website, at the most I either get 'AF' 'Awkward' or 'Fail.' At first it was hard to respond to it, because I was so use to being called Jenna. But now I'm use to getting called nothing or the names I have above, and if anybody, but this hasn't happened yet, calls me my real name it'll be definitely confusing.
Welcome to KHV! (You've heard this before) read the rules, and have a good time!
Rugrats and Boy Meets World got me.
My earliest memory is me being about 20 days old, and my mom carrying me in her arms walking from the kitchen to our playroom (about 5 steps..)
A conversation I had with a 16 year old when I was 7. Horrible grammar and spelling, completely 'shudder' worthy.
