All right, here he is! Sorry for the delay - I'll try to be better time-wise with the rest of my writing. 

 Name: Darian (Some people call him Dare, and he takes that differently depending on his mood.)

Age: 15

Personality: Usually, he's pretty cool and calm. When he's annoyed, under attack, or something's off with him, he resorts to sarcasm and tried not to show any feeling. Certain things trigger him and when he gets furious - watch out. He's learned a few things in his fifteen years. He's loyal, but getting his loyalty is something you have to work on. He doesn't trust easily and is often the last one in a group to put down his guard. But he's not power hungery - Darian only uses his power when he has to, though his definition of that changes from day to day. 

Appearance: Jet black hair that's about chin length, usually worn loose. His skin is darkened a bit, from being outside so much. He has a small scar on the right side of his face, about an inch from his eye, more towards his ear. It's about an inch long, and slightly curved. His eyes are sharp, green, and slightly creepy to some people. He's five foot, six inches, and is averagely built. He has a silver chain around his neck that he tucks into his shirt - there's a small vial made of silvery metal. He doesn't like to talk about it, but keeps it there, always. 

Extra: A few months after Darian's seventh birthday, the neighbor lady noticed that she hadn't seen any of the family in a few weeks and that their apartment had been surprisingly quiet. When she went to investigate, she found the front door unlocked, the house ransacked, and the husband and wife on the kitchen floor, strangled to death. Their son had managed to escape detection, and was huddled in a closet, a wild, scared look in his eyes. At age seven, Darian had witnessed the government's robots murder his parents. After that, he was shuttled from place to place - foster homes, neighbors, friends, friends of friends, second cousins three times removed, etc. When he was ten, Darian couldn't take it any longer. He ran out, and still lives in the streets, fending for himself. A week before he ran off, he discovered a talent/curse/power that he had, scaring and fascinating him at the same time. Darian is a Conjurer - he can make items appear if he knows where they are - at least vaguely. Very helpful for a starving boy living off the streets, and finding out about that ability made him feel safe enough to live on his own. 

Name: Gabriella Marquote (though most of her friends simply call her Gabby.)

Age: 16 

Personality: Gabby's on the quiet side, mostly because she holds many deep secrets that she is afraid to share for fear that they'd cause hurt. She isn't one to initiate conversations, and often has to be invited to join in things. While quiet, she is also a very curious person and wonders about the world around her and how it works. She's very perceptive and detail-oriented. She's empathetic towards the people around her and often listens to people's stories while rarely sharing her own. With all of this, she always seems to be a happy, cheerful person on the outside, but on the inside, there's another story.

Appearance: Gabby's about 5'5" with fair skin and freckles. She has dark brown hair that sometimes looks black and it reaches her lower ribs. She has uncharacteristic green eyes that glimmer and cloud within a matter of seconds, and while most people can't tell, she's blind in her left eye. Gabby's outfits are always unpredictable because she tries to hide her true identity from the officials, but her favorite thing to wear is dark jeans, a yellow tank top with a purple plaid button-down shirt and have her hair in two braids. She also always wears a key around her neck - her only clue to her mother and her past.

Extra: Gabby's biggest secret and concern is her father. Her father actually worked for the government that is taking control of the city with all the machinery; he is on the council and supports all the shenanigans that have been going on. When Gabby's father accepted his position in the council, her mother had disappeared that same night, leaving Gabby with only a key necklace and a note with unreadable scribbles on it. All Gabby wants is to find her mom, but her father had prevented her from even mentioning her name and looking for her. 

I'm still thinking about Gabby's ability. I'm debating between polygot, a person who can read emotions, a person that can detect the truth and possibly a few others. I'm not sure, but I'll figure it out soon.  

I believe everyone has posted their character... can we start now? 

Exactly half of the characters on this RP have some shade of green eyes. I find this amusing.

Sorry guys, my camera sucks. I'm gonna take a new picture, but meanwhile here it is. =)

Okay now I finally got time and now that everyone's posted we can start!

Avril ~

The usual, hazy light from the factory burns flows hazily through the wooden blinds slats into my bedroom. I want to slide back down under the covers and ignore the demands of the day, but I know I can't. Grudgingly, I push back the blankets and climb out of bed. I pull out a white blouse with ruffled bottom and pull on a brown vest over it. I pull on a pair of dark brown pants and lace up a pair of boots. The final touch to my work clothes is a newsboy hat and goggles. 

I hurried downstairs, though as I figured, it was empty. My aunt was alreayd off at work. She spent most of her time working, so I spent most of time alone, either at work myself or wandering the streets. After eating a hurried breakfast I rushed down into the store where my aunt was already hard at work servicing several customers. I started off and immediately got to work rearranging shelves and helping customers. 

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So I'm just starting off slow to introduce the characters and all. 

~Avalon~

I rub my eyes and sit up, still covered in blankets. I lean back against the wall of my room for a minute, letting myself wake up slowly. Then, rememebering I have a lesson with Markus in just under fifteen minutes, I kick aside my blankets. I flick on the light and blink for a minute in the brightness, looking around.

My room is small, but cozy. I have my desk, which is made out of beautiful dark wood. Up near it is a red swivel chair that's scratched and chipped all over.  Against the wall is my bed, which is more of a co. Next to my bed is my dresser and on the other side of the bed is my closet. I grab my comb off the dresser and yank it through my hair as I move towards my closet.

The ceiling in my room is slanted, but the closet is at the section where it's highest, so my closet has plenty of room. It's mostly bare with only a couple of outfits. I have a red zip-up jacket hanging from a crooked hanger and a simple white t shirt and jeans hanging next to it.I use that stuff on undercover missons a lot. My cargo pants with the dagger sheathes and pockets hang next to them. Nearby is my black turtle neck shirt and beside that is a pair of simple white shorts and a purple sleeveless shirt that are perfect for relaxing. I love them but rarely get to wear them with all the hustle and bustle of missons and lessons and training.Next to that is a leather jacket that's getting too be a bit too small for me, and a black button up coat with several secret pockets.

Under all my clothes are the shoes and things I didn't bother to hang back up. There's three pairs of black tank tops, a strewing of socks, some twisted hangers,  a pair of ragged tennis shoes and a pair of black Converse hi tops.

Putting down my comb, I pull off my pajama bottom, which is a pair of shorts made out the same material as sweatpants, and tug on the jeans. I pull on the black turtleneck over the black tank top I wore to sleep and deem myself dressed. I yank open a drawer on the dresser and slide the knife into a hidden, padded pocket in my jeans. Just in case. 

I flick off the light and open the door. I start down the hall towards Markus's room. Markus is a year younger than me but way better with tech. He knows how to hack into almost anything. He's quiet and kind of shy but he seems nice enough to me. 

"Hey Avalon!" says Evan. "How's it going?"

"Pretty good. No missons today, just working with Markus."

"I have a misson. Me and Ender are going off on some wild goose chase after a woman who says she there are these kids with powers," Evan says, sounding annoyed.

"So no training today?" I ask, a bit disapointed. I love training with Evan. He's one heck of a good fighter and I'm not a strong as him, but he never goes easy and I love the challenge of having to be quick enough and crafty enough to win.

"Yeah, sorry. Good luck with the hacking!" He walks off, whistling.  

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So what do you guys think? Anything I should change?  

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I'm going to change Eyva's power, by the way.

Eyva~*~*~

I groaned and slapped the alarm clock's snooze button viciously. I turned over, onto my back, and stared at the dirty low ceiling of my apartment. I felt a few flutters in my chest as I thought about today's agenda. I was going to try and get a job as the weapon maker's apprentice. I had wanted this job for as long as I could remember, but fifteen was the minimum age. At last! My birthday was a few weeks ago, and I was finally old enough. Weopons had always fascinated me, their sleek designs and tremendous power. When my father was alive, he would always allow me to practice shooting with his guns.

"You have a gift, Eyva," he would say. "Even I cannot handle a gun as efficiently as you. Why, it almost seems that you have a superpower for it.."

I would beam at him and shoot more. How I did miss my dear father! He had been captured by the government for letting an underage girl use guns, and even though they released him after seeing my skill, he died a few weeks later of some disease he had caught from them. I have hated the government with passion ever since.

The alarm rang again, interrupting my thoughts. I dragged myself out of bed, and went to the bathroom. I stared at the girl in the mirror scrutinizingly. My hair was all over my head and face, my blue eye dull and half asleep, and I was in need of a good shower. Sighing, I took a quick shower, combed my hair and French-braided it, washed my face good with soap, and walked over to the dresser next to my bed. I pulled out a black-and-pink button-down blouse with a lace hem and pulled it on over black bootcut pants. I wore a silver chain necklace that my mother gave me, along with gold gun-shaped earrings from my father to complete my outfit.

I took a deep breath, pulled on black boots, yanked open the door, and stepped outside into the busy street traffic.     

Arisu~ 

I wake up behind the iron pipe in the alley I call home. It's the only life I know, really. But it isn't that bad. I'm a good pickpocket, and a snitch of the wallet here and there, and I have food for a week. Also a library card. 

I love books. I'm no genius, but my mother taught me how to read before she died. When I stole enough money to buy my own library card, I thought, Finally-- books I won't have to steal! I've been reading books from the library, checking them out and gaily running off to my home alley to read them. Reading is an escape from the gray, dull world. When I open a book, I can lose myself in worlds of fancy and fantasy. 

I look into my money store. Hm, low. Five units. Enough maybe to buy a loaf of bread and a small bag of oatmeal. That'll last me a few days. Oh well. I should get out there and buy some. 

Meow.

"Shadow," I say, smiling, as the green-eyed, black-coated stray cat comes up to me. She visits me a lot. This alley must be part of her territory. Over time, I grew to love the kitty, and I named her and call her my pet to this day. She lives off of rats mostly.

"Come on," I say. "I need to buy some food and eturn this to the library."  

I hit the library first. Quickly returning my book, I choose another one and, thanking the librarian, check it out hastily and leave.

Then I run and buy the loaf of bread and oatmeal before returning home with Shadow. When I get there, I take a bite of my bread and open the book as Shadow purrs next to me.