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Post by The Mortician's Daughter on Sept 24, 2009 13:28:49 GMT -5
Yeah, I think spiders are interesting to watch. xD I like to watch those shows on Animal Planet. =P Weirds my parents out.
I might one day, I'm not sure. Really? Hmm...
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Post by Stasya ♥ on Nov 16, 2009 0:17:24 GMT -5
Name: Blake Kai Rogue Age: Eighteen Gender: Male Gift: Bleeder Side: Division traitor. That would put him on the good side. Personality: Blake is an observant, quiet boy. The Division taught him that he was required for his power, not his words. He is sensitive and loyal to basically anyone who dwants to take down the Division; he has worked for them for too long and seen too many people killed, a good deal by his hand. Blake is very guitly and feels anything that goes wrong is his fault since he has been a triple agent once in his past. Blake just wants to find a place he can fit in without being judged and without feeling like he's betraying the only family he has. Appearance: Blake stands at 5' 6" and weighs 128 pounds. He has shaggy black hair that hangs in his eyes and usually stands in messy spikes on it's own. His eyes are pale blue, almost white. Blake always wears Caution tape on his body in some sort of style, whether it be tied around his bicepts, head like a sweat band, or torso like a harness; as a cruel joke, he usually has the tape over his mouth since he won't talk unless it is necisarry and he is a Bleeder. In addition to the Caution tape, he always wears tons of black and red jelly bracelets on his wrists and a pair of black and grey striped fingerless gloves. Bio: A small baby boy lay in basket on the side of the road in the cold streets of Hong Kong. Tied to his wrist was a note that read "To whom it may concern, my name is Blake Kai and my birthday is January 29. My parents were unable to take care of me and have place me here in hopes of me being found by someone more capable."Two men dressed in all black had been sent to check on this tiny, squealing infant upon hearing calls from the police; but they were not police. The calls made because of this boy were not your typical police calls. Sure enough, when the two men came close enough to the screaming child, they felt dizzy and slightly faint. Just as they and the others of their kind had suspected, he was given the gift of a Bleeder. By the age of five, Blake had almost completely mastered his gift as a Bleeder. He knew that if he screamed louder, people would die; but, if he were to scream a little more quietly, he could simply make them pass out which came as a great help for when the Division had to bring in other gifted people to try and get them to join. He was getting the top education any one could, being a part of the Division, and any other person would be honored to get such an education. But something didn’t feel right to the young boy each time he watched another person fall to the ground and their eyes glaze over with death from his screaming. Two hundred thirteen. That was how many people he had killed by the time he was thirteen years old; that was how many times people screamed in agony and begged for him to stop; that was how many times Blake had felt like he wasn’t meant to be doing this. Two hundred thirteen, Blake had counted ever man, woman, and child he had murdered and it made him sick to repeat the number over and over in his head. And the rare times he wasn’t think about the horrendous number, something around him reminded him of it. “This is Logan Trane; Logan, this is Blake Rogue. You two will be working together until further notice.” Sixteen year old Blake looked at the small girl, only a few years younger than himself. “Yes, sir.” He felt bad for her, he had noticed that she wasn’t exactly fond of her job but she stuck with it loyally. As soon as the man left, Blake turned to her and only studied the girl for a moment. He blinked and the four hundred sixty-two people he had murdered’s faces flashed through his head in an instant. “Nice to meet you, Logan,” he said before turning off and heading to find out his next targets. Seventeen year old Blake sat in the corner of the room, a beanie pulled over his messy hair. He was supposed to be tracking a Pusher that was making weaker members of the Division kill themselves, but he had more important things to be worrying about. He was waiting for someone he had contacted with to give information; really it was a trade of information. He would tell them where the Divison was focusing for the next week or so and they would tell him whatever he needed to know. A few months ago, Blake had gotten so sick of the five hundred nine people he had killed that he decided to start giving information to other gifted. He didn’t fully turn on his family but he was tired and so guilt-ridden that he couldn’t sleep and always felt sick. Blake wanted to bring down the cruel organization but without being a full traitor. This was his solution. Theme song(s): Scream – Tokio HotelAfterlife – Avenged SevenfoldAmerican Eulogy – Green DayOther: His last name, Rogue, was given to him by the Division after they discovered him alone. He goes by Kai when he is helping any of the others trying to bring down the Division.
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Post by The Mortician's Daughter on Nov 17, 2009 0:05:45 GMT -5
Accepted.
I finally felt un-lazy enough to post it.
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