Oh hey it worked! Yay! Mkay! So. Ahem. This is NOT a solo write, it is an RP. Anyone who wants to join can. I would really appreciate it if the charries were an even number of boys and girls so that anyone who is open to shipping, like my charrie, can be shipped instead of just being alone the entire time. At some point the charries will meet each other. Sound good? I'm really exited about this, this is my first role play on Inkwell! :D

Also Wildling is my (fictional) last name, so I'm only going to be posting as Rogue Wildling from now on 'cause it's simpler. :) Nihil says zuyt. Yes, this is sweet. Isn't all victory sweet to the victors?

Toppity! Here it is, Rogue. :)

Oh. Also, Rogue is straight, so only a guy would be accepted for her ship. :)

Anyone? Hellooo! Hello? Bueler? Bueler...? Ugh. Total RP flop...

Name: Aether

Age: 14-15 range

Appearence: She has straight white hair to her shoulders, dyed black except for one white streak and styled into sharp points. Her skin is very dark, and she has a single scar down the side of her face. Her eyes are a brilliant swirl of all the colors in the spectrum,ever changing with her moods, and when she looks at you, her eyes seem to flame and glow with an unearthly light. She basically wears the same thing as doctor strange, because she's an outcast already and nobody really cares what she wears. She's also in peak physical condition.

Powers: Manipulates the Elements (Earth, Water, Fire, and Air), can fly, and Telekinesis

Consequences: If she flys for too long (Over two hours) without resting she gets twice as tired as she would walking, Telekinesis puts a large strain on her mental strength, and manipulating the Elements saps the energy that keeps the Elementals (Monsters from the beginning of the universe) from breaking free. (Though she doesn't know about that one.)

Hey this is a great idea, I'll join! 

Do you mind if I add a personality to the charrie sheet?

Name: Samantha or 'Sam'

Age: 15-16 she doesn't really keep track

Appearance: Wavy dark brown hair with electric blue highlights. Striking cyan eyes. Dark skin, she's latina, with a spray of freckles across her face. Strong build, plays sports and stuff, long legs. Is strongly against wearing any makeup, but its not like she needs it. Has a tattoo of a geometric watercolor leaping mained wolf down her left thigh, that almost looks like the main is made of fire. On the right side of her lower back, there's a quote that says "We all tend to turn into the things we pretend to be..." with a half moon next to it. Has a simple star bellow one eye. Wears a short black teeshirt that shows her mid-drift and jean shorts that reveal her thigh tattoo. The top of her left ear is pierced with a silver hoop earring she never takes off.

Personality: Strong, independent, loves running and art. She looks at the beauty in everything, she likes colors. Doesn't like being treated like she's less, can take care of herself. Hates guys who think they're better than everyone, she looks at everyone as if they're equals. Hates fake people, doesn't like it when people wear makeup or act different ways around certain people. Hates people who think they're better than everyone else, that they deserve special treatment, and makes sure they always get put back into their place alongside everyone else. Extremely loyal, has dreams of running in the moonlight. Will risk her life for anyone. A fighter. Sarcastic.

Powers: Can turn into a Maned wolf at will. Her wolf has darker fur than normal, with firey-red highlights and almost silverish markings. Her main has streaks of electric blue through it because she died her hair like that. No fur grows wear her tattoos are. 

Consequences: It gets harder and takes longer to shapeshift every time she uses her power.

Personality: Introverted, insanely smart and logical, hates it when people just stand there with that face that says "What.", also hates it when people question her judgement (especially when she's worked it all out and knows that she is right), bases her every move on efficiency, clueless when it comes to any type of relationship but once a person has proved themselves "worthy" she will protect them with her life. To Rogue, everything takes strategy and logic. If there were three words that could describe her view of the world, they would probably be "Life is chess", or something like that. :) 

Rogue~

Rain pelts down, pooling in the dip of my sagging cardboard ceiling. I sit on the ground, slowly eating a peice of bread. A man hurries by, clutching the collar of his long, waterproof coat. He glances momentarily in my direction, casts a half-hearted pitiful glance in my direction, and hurries off. 

Personality: Introverted, insanely smart and logical, hates it when people just stand there with that face that says "What.", also hates it when people question her judgement (especially when she's worked it all out and knows that she is right), bases her every move on efficiency, clueless when it comes to any type of relationship but once a person has proved themselves "worthy" she will protect them with her life. To Rogue, everything takes strategy and logic. If there were three words that could describe her view of the world, they would probably be "Life is chess", or something like that. :) 

Rogue~

Rain pelts down, pooling in the dip of my sagging cardboard ceiling. I sit on the ground, slowly eating a peice of bread. A man hurries by, clutching the collar of his long, waterproof coat. He glances momentarily in my direction, casts a half-hearted pitiful glance in my direction, and hurries off. Never have I seen a single rich person who actually cares for children. I stand up, well, halfway. I can't stand up completely in this box. Carefully, I stick my hand into the downpour. My hand is immediately drenched, to my disappointment and slight anger. I stare at the wet appendedge, concentrating hard. The droplets dive-bombing my hand divert themselves from their destined fall. I smile. I grab a tattered and absolutely useless umbrella, just for looks; I don't need it. I open the dilapitated umbrella and step out of the cardboard box. Walking along the cold, unfriendly, extremely wet sidewalk, I make my way to the grocery store. Every day I collect alms and buy one full meal at the end of the day. I walk through the isles, scanning the shelves for the best price in return for the most food. I pick out a loaf of bread, a pack of lunch meat, and a small head of lettuce. At the cash register, a young(ish) woman rings up the price. She looks at me with distain.

"Ya know," she says in between the smacking of her gum, "You're old enough to get a job. Coulda gotten yo'self outta your si'chuation." I look her squarely in the eye.

"You think I would still be like this if I hadn't  been regected on SIGHT?" I retort. She backs off. I walk "home" to my box and sit back down. I sigh comfortably.

You can still join! I was just trying out an opening. :) In this RP anyone can join whenever. I don't want to exclude anybody who is interested.

Nihil just caught a pikachu. At least I think so... Is that what pctu means? 

Name: Abby

Age: 13

Personality: haughty and braggy on the outside. Once you get to know her she's kind, sweet, and caring. 

Apperacne: Straight white hair with black streaks. Green eyes and pale skin. Slightly taller than the average 13 year old.

Powers: Flying, calling shadows to do her bidding, travleing through shadows, and turning into a shadow.

Consequences: The more she uses them the weaker she gets. Also, a backwards form of Abby will start to manifest that calls herself Malum. Eventually it escape the mind of Abby and wreck havoc on the world.