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 Here's mine. I forgot the original name. Character Sheet Name: Jonathan Kyle Matthews Age: 21 Gender: Male Occupation: Bar owner Location: San Francisco, CA Biography: Kyle was adopted by his aunt when his parents left him while he was 8. He had a hard time growing up as a kid. His classmates always made fun of him because of his situation, but he didn't care. He had an imaginary friend named Kael but 'it' disappeared when he turned 13. One year ago, his aunt suffered a fatal heart attack and left him with everything she had, including a local pub in the middle of SF downtown area, and a two-storey, old Victorian-styled house in the sub-urbs. Positive Personality: Intuitive, calm, loyalAppearance:  Ring: See attachment... Dark/black (hard to find a purple ring). He found it while cleaning his late aunt's closet. Familiar: none Weapon: See attachment... He found it along with the ring. 
04-13-2008, 04:46 PM
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| I call the fire ring before it's stolen Name: Yumi Halliwell Age: 17 Gender: Female Occupation: Student Location: San Francisco Biography: Born into a very ordnary branch of the family, she has alwy excelled at wicca. Her parents seem to have quite random knowledge about it. She thinks that her parents have a few secrets. Began being wiccan after finding a book in her attic. She found a ring in a glass case and kept it since then. It was red and that was her favorite color. Tries to be cheery and help out those in need. Positive Personality: calm, cheery,optimistic, creative Negative Personality: impatient, critical, Appearance:  Ring: Red Fire Familiar: ** Weapon: A retractable claw set on both arms. It has an flexiwire up both arms with 5 spikes on the rest that lay against the forearm until she folds them over her fingers. NOrmally looks like jewley. Last edited by eiko guy; 04-20-2008 at 03:44 AM.
04-19-2008, 03:28 PM
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| Come on people, just 2 more and we can get this going. 
04-22-2008, 06:14 PM
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| OOC: Well, I'm leaving the two spots open for one week, after that, I'll just create two additional characters. Let's begin. Kyle June 13th. Kyle woke up, rubbing his eyes. He looked at the clock and saw it was already 8AM. He got up, made his bed and took a quick shower. After showering, he went to the kitchen and had breakfast. He felt weird, like something was gonna happen, but he didn't really mind. He went to his car, parked in front of his house and started the engine. ~I think this day would be different...~ he thought as he drove downtown to his pub/bar. As he opened the door, he noticed something different, the chairs have all been, moved. Normally, Dan, his bartender, and himself would put the chairs on top of the tables. This time the chairs, or rather nine chairs have been arranged mysteriously in a circular formation. ~What the hell? I thought we cleaned up last night? Dan...~ he thought of scolding Dan but held that thought. It seems Dan wasn't around, another weird thing, considering Dan is living in the bar. He checked to see is his bartender is in his room but he's not there. Plus all his clothes are gone. ~Where the hell are you Dan?~ he thought as he walked past the circular counter, in the middle of the room, and saw a letter. Sir Kyle, Dan ~Geez, he leaves without telling me, I can't believe this is happening~ he tried to regain composure. The bar/pub is currently experiencing financial problems. Most of his waiters and waitresses have already left and Dan is the only one that stayed, cause he had served there far longer than most of his other employees. ~Now what?~ he looks at the floor, and started to cry. OOC: Everyone start now. Please note the exact date and time of all your posts. I have time management issues (in RP's only) and I don't want you skipping one whole day while the others have just started. XOXO
05-09-2008, 03:40 PM
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| Brav June 13, 4 AM. Brav took a step out of the airport and stretched his body from the long flight. He was now in the middle of Manhattan. Yawning Brav began to walk down the dimly lit streets. "That was a long flight, I never thought I could sleep so much in my life." Brav said as he staggered down the streets beginning to wake up. "Well let's make the best of this vacation. It'll probably be a few more hours till pops and old man Jeeves realize I'm no longer in that part of the world and start looking for me. Time to have a little fun." Brav said as he took out the Ring of Earth he had just stolen from his father as he began to throw it up in the air and catching it repeatedly.
05-09-2008, 05:07 PM
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| Hiasha June 13th 5:00 PM Kyoto, Japan Hiasha was walking home from dance practice with a few friends, chatting about life in general. As her apartment came into view, Hiasha bid farewell to her friends and unlocked the door. As hiasha grabbed her mail, her necklace grew cold. "Wha?" She exclaimed as she dropped the letters in shock. She then grabbed her necklace, and it felt as if heat was being sucked into the metal and the light blue gem inside. "It's probably nothing. Now to get my mail." Hiasha said as she picked up her mail and unlocked her door. She entered the apartment and toom off her shoes, and threw the mail onto the counter. "Bills, Bills, you can win 1 billion yen, just mail me your credit cards, more bills... anything interesting today. And thats when Hiasha's eyes fell onto a small letter with no stamp. She opened the letter, and couldn't believe her eyes. She jumped up and dialed her mother, still carefully rereading the contents. "Mother! I was invited to the united dance tournament in San Francisco. They even gave me a plane ticket from Tokyo international Airport, first class. I just had to tell you, be sure to watch the contest on TV. I'll be sure to win for the family of Toene." In her exitement, Hiasha packed her stuff into a bag, including her staff/spear. It was a gift from Grandpa, and she couldn't be too careful in America. She then called a taxi and began her trek to America.
05-09-2008, 05:39 PM
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| OOC: The image I used got moved, do you want another one? Kaleb June 13th, 12pm, San Francisco "Sigh...stupid train..." I say as I jump off onto the platform and scratch my head. I lift my bag onto my shoulder and start to walk towards the closest exit, in search of food. I stop in front of a hot dog stand and take out my wallet. "One hot dog with ketchup and onions please" The guy looked at me, looking between my face and my hair. "What's up with the accent and the hair kid, you from another planet?" he laughs as he akes the money and starts to prepare the hot dog, handing it to me. "And your change" he says, trying to impersonate me. "Thanks..." I walk away, head dropped down. Even people around here think I'm a freak...
05-10-2008, 12:09 AM
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