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Post by Salted Squid on Jan 1, 2017 19:27:56 GMT -5
I finished my forms finally, I'll get to work on a starter ^^ ))
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Post by Deleted on Jan 1, 2017 20:14:52 GMT -5
|| Camille Pearson Lewis ~ 41 ~ Female Camille stands at a average height of 5'6", and has curly, chestnut brown hair that stops right below her shoulder blades. It tends to be wavy towards her scull but it very quickly turns into ringlet style curls. Her eyes are light green she that in some lights appear brown or hazel. She has aged well and has high cheek bones and toned limbs, but she almost always has dark spots under her eyes. Not bags, just dark spots. Despite her body being lithe, she has womanly curves in all the right places. She is an attractive woman, especially when she smiles. Camille is quiet, but not because she is shy. She is just a woman of few words and prefers to express herself through her music. She is a musical genius and knows how to play nine different instruments including the piano, the guitar, the violin, and the cello. When she stressed or otherwise worried (which is quite often as she can't help but worry about everything. It is one of her major faults), she can usually be found in her music room, playing her anxiety away. She also has a stunning voice and it is no surprise that she makes her living playing in a local orchestra. However, she has quite a temper and when she does choose to raise her voice one had better watch out. She loves deeply and is a great mom to all nine of her children. Because she is musically inclined and passionate about her work, she wants her children to find what they love as well. This tends to lead to some weird experiments from the children. She is also an animal lover (though she has an affinity for cats).||
|| Wyatt Lewis ~ 18 ~ Male || Built very much like his dad, Wyatt is tall and lean with muscular arms/legs and a squared off jaw. His black hair falls down past this ears in a unruly but weirdly attractive mess and deep blue and green eyes. He basically looks like a younger version of Azel, but without the shaved hair and the scars. He has a birthmark on the back of his neck. When he smiles, which isn't very often, dimples appear on his cheeks. At first glance, Wyatt is just a moody teenager with a chip on his shoulder. And it's kind of true. He abhorres the fact that his dad remarried Camille. He wasn't very close to his mother but the fact that his dad could be with any other woman besides his mother just makes him mad. Before the marriage, he was happy with his life. He was going to go to college in another city but he was forced to rethink his college career. Basically the whole thing turned him sour and he has made his opinion known. However, underneath all the gruff hatred for his new situation, he isn't a sweet kid that needs the company of others to survive. He tried to act all tough but he is actually a teddy bear. He is a closet artist and loves to paint though he would never tell his father that. He was on the basketball and football team at his old high school, but he isn't sure if he even wants to try out for sports. He has the power of telepathy. He can turn his power off and on and it limited to a twenty yard radius. ||
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Post by Salted Squid on Jan 1, 2017 20:35:20 GMT -5
Tempe glanced up as she heard a new car pull into the driveway, her eyes twinkling with curiosity. She was in the back of one of the large trucks that carried most of the two families' belongings (there were three total), and she straightened up as the car pulled into the driveway, abandoning her efforts with the box labeled Kitchen in her mother's handwriting. She wiped sweat from her brow, watching as one of the back doors opened, letting out her stepsister, Willow. Her stepbrother followed, with her stepfather exiting the car last. A wide smile split her face as she rose her hand in a wave of greeting. "Hello!" * "'Why don't you stay inside, Skylar?'" Alone inside their new house, Skylar felt free to let her temper flow. "'You can check out the rooms while we bring in the boxes!' Like I don't know what you really meant." She stood in the small kitchen with her hands in her pockets, a scowl on her face. She hated being stuck inside, hated this new house and everything in it. She wished that she could be back in their own home, sitting with her dad in his office. He'd never treated her any differently because of her injury. He'd treated her like a normal kid. She'd liked that. But now that was gone forever. Angrily, she gritted her teeth, wiping away the tears that sprang to her eyes. Gone forever. She was never going to get used to that.
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Post by ♥.•°Insanity°•.♥ on Jan 1, 2017 21:29:26 GMT -5
Milo smiled and waved at the older girl. She had seemed fairly nice when they had met before and he was interested in getting to know her more. "Hi, Temperance!" He greeted, making his way over to her. "Do you need help with anything?" Milo already had two bags but he could easily swing them over his shoulders if she wanted him to carry a box inside. He glanced around for the rest of his step-family and thought he saw someone in the house, figuring the rest were maneuvering boxes into their own rooms.
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Post by Brindleface on Jan 1, 2017 21:44:14 GMT -5
(@shoot for the Stars: nope, they haven't told anybody ^^ and your characters are accepted, but could you add Wyatt's power? c: Salted Squid : accepted! @sad: I'll add him :3 )
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Post by Brindleface on Jan 1, 2017 22:10:27 GMT -5
As Evan headed back outside after his first trip with boxes, he noticed other car had pulled into the driveway. I guess they're finally here He thought, internally wincing as he thought of the greetings that would no doubt follow. Sighing heavily, he continued down the front walk to the open moving truck, hoping to go unnoticed for as long as possible. He had just reached the truck when he heard his sister call out from inside it, cheerily waving to the arriving people. Rolling his eyes, he tried to ignore it as he jumped up into the truck and began looking any other boxes they would need that night.
Hearing the sudden surge of conversation outside, Estelle immediately jumped up from where she had been digging through a box for couchs pillows and ran to the front window. Out of all her siblings, she was certainly the most excited about her new family, if only for that fact that she didn't remember their own father much. After hefting the heavy front door open, she ran down the walk into the cool afternoon air, only to become immediately and shy and start fidgeting with one of the layers on her skirt.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 1, 2017 22:21:04 GMT -5
Ok, that will be interesting. XD I'll post my starter in a moment.)
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Post by Deleted on Jan 1, 2017 22:50:27 GMT -5
Carrying her guitar case in one hand and the violin case in the other, Camille climbed out of the back of the moving truck. She had already made multiple trips inside the house and the two instruments in her hand were the last of her personal belongings. Of course there were two other trucks full of stuff, but she felt satisfied that she had moved her things at least. She headed up the gravel driveway, sweat rolling off her back as the hot August sun beat down on her. She headed inside the house, moaning as the cool air from the air conditioning hit her face, and then went to her brand new music room to place her beloved instruments in their places.
Camille pushed the wood door open with her elbow. It was a modest sized room, about the size of one of the children's room, but the back wall was entirely glass doors and windows. The room cane alive with the natural light and canopy of the backyard shielded her from the view of the nieghbors. She set her instruments in their places and breathed in the scent of light and tempered wood. The room was perfect.
Camille took a few more minutes to enjoy her new music room before headed back out into the main area and through the kitchen. One of her children -Skylar- stood in the middle of the floor. She ruffled the girl's hair ginger hair goodnaturally before leaving the house to retrieve the next set of boxes. The other vans had arrived in her absence and she smiled when she saw her husband step out of the car. She waved at him before going to finish unpacking.
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Post by Salted Squid on Jan 2, 2017 0:03:24 GMT -5
Tempe winced slightly at the use of her full name. She liked the name, of course, but she much preferred Tempe. Temperance was a mouthful, and it was a bit too fancy for her taste. "Call me Tempe. Please," she insisted, hopping out of the van. She smiled at Milo, pulling the hair tie out of her hair and combing the tangled mess out with her fingers before tying it back up again. "And it looks like you've got your hands pretty full there yourself. Are you sure that you don't want me helping you?" She grinned as she turned, reaching up to take the kitchen box out of the truck. * Skylar snorted as her mom walked by, ruffling her hair. A glare was shot in her mother's direction, though her eyes twinkled, more amused than angry. As her mother stepped outside, however, she caught a glimpse of an unfamiliar car in the driveway, and her expression quickly soured. So daddy dearest had made it here after all. She'd been hoping that he'd get lost, or that he'd chicken out and decide not to merge the families after all. The one time they'd met, it had taken her less than two seconds to decide that she didn't like the man, not that she'd given him that chance. Mostly, she'd sulked in a corner through the entire wedding reception. Eventually, Tempe had given up trying to make her branch out. Scowling, she turned to the box of dishes on the floor next to her. This had to be at least the third-- there were fourteen of them now, and so there were a lot of dishes to put away. She hoped the kitchen was big enough. Grabbing the scissors from the counter, she unfolded them, using the blade to slice the tape that held it shut. A little too fast, it turned out, as she accidentally sliced into her right thumb. "Ow!" She pulled back, dropping the scissors with a clang. Her exclamation had been rather loud. "Sonova-" Stifling the curse, she stuck the thumb in her mouth and mumbled angrily to herself instead.
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Post by Salted Squid on Jan 2, 2017 0:11:51 GMT -5
Birdie~ 4 ~ Male Birdie is Tempe's cat, a large, fluffy white Persian with amber eyes. He's a bit judgemental of everyone, including Tempe herself, but he likes to curl up in the crook of her knee at night, so he's considered hers. For some reason he dislikes Skylar entirely.
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Post by Brindleface on Jan 2, 2017 15:19:38 GMT -5
(Added ^^)
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Post by Salted Squid on Jan 2, 2017 15:31:49 GMT -5
Thank you!))
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Post by Brindleface on Jan 2, 2017 18:04:01 GMT -5
(*waits for people to return* X3 )
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Post by ♥.•°Insanity°•.♥ on Jan 2, 2017 18:10:22 GMT -5
Hello! Sorry I haven't been on, had a busy day.}}
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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2017 18:24:24 GMT -5
I'm here! Camille is just walking about if someone would like to interact with her.)
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Post by Brindleface on Jan 2, 2017 18:40:28 GMT -5
(It's fine, Insanity! You don't need to be on everyday, I just have no life so am on here all day XD ) (@shoot for the Stars: Do you want her to interact with Estelle? ^^ )
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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2017 18:55:51 GMT -5
Sure!!! I'll post my reply in a moment.)
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Post by Salted Squid on Jan 2, 2017 19:32:33 GMT -5
Tmw I refreshed this page all morning and then y'all show up while I'm at work xD))
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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2017 20:15:19 GMT -5
Camille hauled another box out of the back of the trailer, her face straining with the effort. She was not a young woman anymore and she had probably lifted more weight today than she had in months, years even. She waddled up the drive way and almost crashed into her youngest that was just standing in the middle of the drive. She tripped up on her feet and stumbled away from the girl, the content of the box jingling haphazardly. A frustrated sigh flew from her mouth as she set down the box and spun around to face her daughter, "Estelle! Don't stand in the middle of the drive, sweetie." She squatted in front of her with a little smile on her face, "Why don't you help me carry in the boxes? Either that or you could show your new siblings around the house?"
A part of Camille wanted the six year old to go off and bond with her siblings, but another part of her wanted to keep the precious girl to herself for just a little while longer. She had been alone with the kids for four years now so sharing would be a big adjustment. She wandered if Azel felt the same about his three. The woman reached out and brushed the little girl's hair out of her face as she waited for her response.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2017 20:16:41 GMT -5
Tmw I refreshed this page all morning and then y'all show up while I'm at work xD)) Sorry! XD I was trying to catch up on a little sleep before I have to go back to school tomorrow. )
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Post by Salted Squid on Jan 2, 2017 23:24:08 GMT -5
Nah you're good xD
If you're up to it maybe Wyatt can run in to Skylar? They can be bitter and moody about their stepparents together xD))
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Post by Brindleface on Jan 3, 2017 13:08:39 GMT -5
(Sorry I didn't get a chance to reply last night ^^ )
Estelle looked up, before jumping back when her mother tripped. Nodding quickly as her mother chided her, she hesitated a second before responding to the next part. "I'll help with the boxes." She answered, smiling. Though she wanted to spend time with her new siblings, she figured she'd just continue getting in the way while they unpacked. "But I'll see if they want me to show them later." Estelle added, dropping the layer of her skirt and glancing briefly towards the other people in the driveway.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2017 23:34:08 GMT -5
Camille:
Camille's heart felt like it was literally bursting in her chest with joy even though she knew it really wasn't. She stood up, and took her little girl by the hand, leading her to the back of the truck. Her fluffy top fluttered as a gust of refreshing wind hit her and she put her hand on Estelle's back to lead her. They approached the back of the truck and Camille reached into the trailer to grab the next box, "Estelle, grab something you can carry ok? Nothing to big."
The mother heaved the box; it was heavier than she thought it was. She started up the driveway, careful to not run into her daughter once again.
Wyatt:
Wyatt didn't know if he had ever dreaded something more than he dreaded this day. The morning had been awful with his father having these ridiculously happy thoughts that made it impossible for him to even be near the guy, and now he was in a truck with his ridiculously happy father and siblings. Music from his headphones blasted in his ears and he had hardly registered that they had pulled up into the drive until his father was barking at him to get out. The teen climbed out of the truck and slammed the door behind him. He turned the volume up so that he couldn't hear anything but the music.
Some part of Wyatt registered his new... Camille and Estelle walk past him, but he kept walking, anger welling up furiously inside him. He headed straight for the kitchen where someone else just happened to be.
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Post by Salted Squid on Jan 4, 2017 0:07:05 GMT -5
Skylar was startled to hear music playing out of nowhere. She looked up, still rather irritated, and was surprised to see the oldest of her new stepsiblings walking into the room. She was also irritated. Didn't he know that he was ruining his hearing? Or maybe he'd damaged it enough already that he needed to have his music up loud. Either way, it annoyed her severely. Pulling her injured thumb from her mouth, she crossed her arms, leaning back against the counter to take the weight off her injured leg. At least she was wearing jeans, so the prosthetic wasn't so obvious. "I thought the point of headphones was so I didn't hear your trash?" She queried, feeling her temper slide a notch. "If I'd wanted to hear that I'd have hooked it up to a speaker."
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Post by Brindleface on Jan 4, 2017 10:54:27 GMT -5
Pulling herself into the truck so she could look at the boxes, Estelle searched for a smaller one that she could lift. After a moment she found one that was quite light, but still not very small. Wrapping her arms around it, she pulled it to the edge of the truck, then slipped down and picked it back up again. Following her mother blindly towards the house, she glanced back for a moment again at her other siblings and stepfather, before slowly making her way up the front steps while trying to balance the box.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2017 12:34:33 GMT -5
Wyatt felt his gaze slide over to the girl, irritation glittering in his deep blue eyes. He watched the girl's mouth move as the words were drowned out by the blasting music. He allowed himself access to her thoughts and through the wall of bitterness, he was able to make out a little of what she said. Slowly, he withdrew one of the earbuds, his ear ringing as he did, and he glowered down at the girl, "Here I was thinking that headphones were the universal sign to leave someone alone. I must have been mistaken."
He popped the earbud back into his ear before she could speak in her grating voice again. All these Pearson kids were annoying. Their mom was annoying. His dad and his siblings were annoying. Gosh, why was the WORLD annoying? He cussed in agitation under his breath and ran a hand through his hair. He move down to leave the kitchen, but stopped to sneer one more thing down at her, "You should get a bandaid. Mommy dearest will be upset if she sees you're injured."
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Jan 4, 2017 13:18:10 GMT -5
|| Jace Andrew Pearson ~ 17 ~ Male Jace stands around normal height, about 5'9". His hair is jet black and falls in front of his eyes, but he has dyed white streaks all along his hair. His eyes are a dark forest green color. Jace normally wears dark jeans, dark, loose t-shirts with band names on them, and black sneakers. Most of the time he has his earphones on with music from his iPod blaring. Jace doesn't like, or trust, just anybody. After his parents died when he was just a toddler, he was sent to live in an orphanage. After living in several foster homes, he was finally being adopted by Mrs. Pearson. Jace tends to keep to himself and doesn't make friends to easily. He can be a little cold to his adopted older siblings, but he has a soft spot for the younger kids. The boy has a love for music, as well as an ear for it. Just about 80% of the time, you will find him either listening to music or practicing his guitar. Though he wouldn't admit it to anyone, he is even trying his hand at writing music. Why he's secretive about it, no one will know but him.||
|| Destiny Ann Pearson ~ 4 ~ Female Destiny has shoulder length brown hair. Her eyes are a dark blue, almost gray, in color. Her skin is an ivory shade. On her left shoulder, there's a small birthmark that's normally doesn't get seen very often. She's a bright eyed, happy child. It doesn't take a lot to satisfy her. Just some coloring pages and crayons, building blocks, or her stuffed animals and she's good to go. One of her favorite stuffed animals is a Bambi she got for her birthday. ||
(Finally! Got them done! If I need to change anything, please tell me.)
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Post by Salted Squid on Jan 4, 2017 13:29:36 GMT -5
Destiny seems so cute cx))
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Post by Brindleface on Jan 4, 2017 15:13:38 GMT -5
(Both are accepted, Night! And I have Evan and Willow free if you need ^^ )
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