Name (probably super unique and exotic): Daxter "Dax" Kimahlen

Gender: Male

Age (probably unrealistically young): 15

Cliché: The one who is smaller than everyone and who is shy but actually is really moody and dark but acts overly optimistic because he doesn't want to bring people down, also the one who dies(or fakes their death) and makes everyone cry even if they didn't know him. Every Cliché RP needs one of those!

Additional Personality (not too much of this beyond the cliché): Sweet, antisocial... yeah that's about it.

Backstory (probably very tragic): Orphan, an evil person killed his family and scarred his face, he was taken in by a hunter who taught him how to move unseen. His troubled past doesn't affect his mood though!

Skills (lay it on thick!): He is really good at sneaking around, good with a bow, daggers, and he's a good cook with a really big sweet tooth, what's not to love!

Good, Evil, or Neutral: Goodest good boy

Ship (let's get ourselves a love triangle): Nova/Aster

Other: 

Name: Caleumsar

Gender: Female

Age: Looks fifteen but is actually 234512009

Cliché: Caleumsar is super quiet and spends most of her time with astronomy but secretly has an amaaaazzziiing voice that has powers (see skills) and is super brave and not afraid or wimpy in any way. 

Additional Personality: Obsessed with Music

Backstory:When she was born Caleumsar was dropped into a river my her mom(thus is deathly afraid of water) but she was saved by a lonely woman who raised her as her own.

Skills (lay it on thick!): Magic voice, awesome astronomy skills and really good sword-fighting skills

Good, Evil, or Neutral: Caleumsar trusts those who are kind to her, she swiches from good to evil depending on the way that she is treated.

Ship: Used to be dating a boy from her school but he dumped her for a more popular girl. She now likes a boy just broke up with said popular girl. (sorry I think that that is a love square :))

Julietta~

Julietta was sitting in her room, doing homework with her radio cranked up to a modest 5 out of 10, when her phone buzzed. She gave a little jump, not expecting the interruption. Most of her friends knew she would be studying at this hour. Wait, could it be Aster? He was so laid-back she wouldn’t be surprised. Pencil rolling off her desk, she grabbed the phone.

It wasn’t Aster, but five minutes later she was texting him.

Aster~

Three streets away, in a familiar basement, Aster’s phone made a hideous noise somewhere between nails on a chalkboard and Jell-O being sucked into a vaccuum cleaner. Peter and Nova winced as he pulled it out of his jacket pocket. 

“What is that ringtone, man?”

”The pain of hearing that is worse than fire and acid. Combined.”

Aster merely laughed. “It was a dare. I’m paying the price now.” 

“So what’s it?”

”A girl—“

”Hey, you never said you liked girls.”

”I do, but this one’s just a friend.”

”Invite her over, then!”

”What’s she say?”

“I’ll tell you if you let me finish.”

”You got it, my dude. We’ll be as quiet as blueberries. Silence as far as the eye can see. Speak to your heart’s conte—mmph!”

Nova’s stream of comments was cut off by Peter’s hand across his mouth. Aster continued his explanation at a look from the latter, who released his captive only once he had ceased to struggle.

”It’s this girl Julietta. Class president, in our grade. My grade,” he added with a glance at Nova. “She says something about a Professor G wanting to recruit her, but there’s no Professor G in any schools around here.” 

“Weird,” Peter said.

”Weirder than an upside-down dogfish eating pancakes on the moon,” Nova agreed. 

Aster smiled. “I’m going to text back.”

~And so Aster and Juli join the plot.

I wonder if maybe Aster could fall for Navy, but Navy would have a secret crush on someone else, like Dax? And what if all the people from Caleumsar’s backstory are characters in the crew?

ASH IS STILL VERY VERY OPEN TO SHIPPING!!

WAIT WE CAN HAVE POWERS OKAY HERE GOES

Ash's Powers: She can create, control and destroy, but she isn't that good with controlling it. Also, Sometimes her destructive powers "take her over", where she can't stop destroying things unless somebody or something knocks her out.

Peter

~~~

I was walking home from Aster's, when I spotted a strange figure with what seemed like faded navy blue hair. Obvioiusly, this caught my eye. 

"Hello?" I called out.  looking over to where I had seen her, there was a shadow moving slowly, as if it was tryin, and failing, to not be seen. I looked down at my phone. I was supposed to be home soon, but I had no intention on getting back to the witch of a stepmother, so I decided to kill some time, and hopefully not get murdered by this strange thing, fun. 

I sped up, noticing the thing turning into the towns local park, the one with a giant forrest a few yards out from the playground. I figured that a flashlight might do me better than wandering around in the dark like an idiot, so I pulled out my phone yet again, there was a text message from an unknown number; I'd look at it later. 

At the sudden light, the figure spun around, and caught my eye, then looked over my shoulder, and let out a blood curdeling scream, something big and hair, and flying, and just all around terrifying, was seconds from tackiling. 

"Follow me, Run!" The figure, the girl, shouted, taking off running. finding my chance of living better off with this stranger better than monster, I accepted her plan, and raced after.

my legs burned once we got half way to the forrest area, and I feared I would collaspe and become weird-monster-thing food. I really hoped that wouldn't happen, I don't think my math teacher would be happy if I missed his class, even if I was dead, he'd find a way to yell at me. 

miraculously, right as my legs gave way, and I fell, the girl reappeard, a bronze knife in hand and hurled it at the beast. the weapon hit the creature in it's large feathered wing, and it let out a low, hollow howl. It scratched and clawed at the knife, until finally it was able to dislodge it. the winged thing flew off with a low screech. 

The girl heaved in a breath, stumbling over to the knife and wiping it off in the grass. she offered her hand to me, I gladly took it. 

"Are you okay?" she asked me, her voice surprisingly calm after what just happened. 

"I-I guess? What was that thing," I said, slowly standing, and wincing as I noticed a scrape on the back of my leg, a nice gift a ragged rock had given me. 

"I don't know, but they've been showing up here a lot lately," she paused, looking at me quizically, "you're hurt."  she tried to advance on me, to get a better look, and my leg, the the cuff of my white sock, a darkening red. 

"woah, take a step back there, who even are you?" I said, bringing my hands out in front of me. 

The girl gave a huff, before responding, "well for starters, I'm the girl who just saved your life, but understandably that's not good enough for you to trust me, typical. My name is Ceira Wattersondia, I'm fifteen, an aquarious, I enjoy long walks on the beach-"

"Is this a Supernatural reverence?" I said, cutting her off. Her face lit up in a smile. 

"ooh, I like you," she said jokingly. "But in all honesty, my name is Ceira, and Wattersondia, until I'm legaly allowed to change my name to something not related to my family, is unfortiountly my last name. Now, come with me, and I'll help you with your leg." The Idea of getting away from my stepmom clouded any ideas of Ceira being insane, so I followed her.

She led me into the woods, around trees, and through bushes, until finally we made out way to a small creek, the water rippiling the soft moonlight, a dear darted away as it saw us. A neon red tent stood out in the otherwise tranquil area, and I releized that when Ceira said 'Showing up here' she meant in the park, in the area that she apperently was living in. 

"here give me a second," she said, beginning to walk off, but stopped, turning back to me, "And don't fall into the creek." 

she reapeared in a little more than a minute carrying a phone, and a first aid kit, she took my phone from my hand, and aimed the flashlight at my leg, and hers at the kit. Taking out a roll of tan gauz she dabbed at the cut, and I felt it sting with whatever dirt and rocks and gotten into it, she muttered a sorry, before haphazardly sticking on a few bandadges. 

she opened her mouth to speak, when a the sound of a woodchimes cut her off. she gave a puzzeled look down to her phone.  "sorry, just, I never get texts, I should...see," something seemed off, she didn't seem as confident as she did before. the idea, brought back the thought of the unknown number, now seemed about a good a time as ever to check it out. 

"Professor G..." I breathed out, remembering what Aster had said about Julietta.

"wait, sorry, can I... can I see that?" she asked, a look of wonder crossing her face as she made her way next to me, she held her phone beside mine, and we exchanged looks, as we found the same message plastered across our phones. 

Professor G was recruiting us. 

I'm sorry to do this, but please don't have magical powers.  I left that open in the beginning, but since only two people have the  and they don't really fit the developed narrative I'd like to keep magic out.  Nerd friends, feel free to distribute incredible gadgets later on, though! Real-world science is always only a suggestion as far as tools go ;)

-At the villain headquarters-

Ffej sits on his throne, and sticks a piece of gum in his mouth. Bored. Bored. Boring. Ffej had sent his armies to destroy a town that was in good contact with the professor, which may be protecting rebels.

He would think that his armies would take less time, since he was still waiting for them. He always wanted to fight, and be apart of the action, but the head thinks it would be way to dangerous to go. 

He gets up, and starts walking to the door, determined to go and fight with his army, or at least watch the town go up in flames.

“F- Ffej?” Ffej snaps his head back, only to see one of his henchmen. “What do you want? I just wanna go outside.” He looks forward and keeps walking. “Ffej! I have been given orders too-“ Then, Ffej snaps. He grabs the collar of the henchman, and mumbles, “Much worse would happen to you if you denied me access to go outdoors.”  

Ffej let’s go of his powerful grip, and then stomps outside, and goes to an aircraft. He knocks on the pilot’s door and commands the pilot to bring him to the town. His gets inside the aircraft, as it starts to levitate, and then zooms into the distance. 

@Marigold I gotchu! :)

Ash~

Finally peaceful, I listen closely to the sounds around me. Bugs whirring... Wind whistling... The crash of some sort of - wait. Opening my eyes, I race to the scene. Two teens stumble out.  One boy, one girl. Another girl runs out, stuffing something into a bag. The smoking remains of the crash are unrecognizable. Stabilizing the girl isn't so hard, as she is compliant. She seems to intuitively know that the other girl and I are there to help. However, the boy is a different story. Flailing his arms, he stumbles around in a daze, and thick, red blood trickles down his head into his left eye. I set the girl down gently onto a nearby bench, or maybe it's a log. The smoke is getting thicker, and we're all coughing. Due to the lack of wind, the smoke isn't dispersing well, and it's going nowhere fast. Luckily, it's not stifling, just annoying. The other girl and I get the two a relative way away from the wreckage with some difficulty, and the boy is still trying to blink the drying blood out of his eye. If he doesn't get that clean before long, he's going to have an awful lot of little scabs all over the left side of his face.

~~

Wait. Is my charrie seriously the only one without a ship?? Eh. Sounds like me in real life. 

Phoebe

~

I'm getting bored with this party already. The music is loud enough that I can feel it vibrating through my shoes, and the cheer squad has abandoned me to make out with random guys. I hate it when they do that; sooner or later, they're going to notice that I've never had a boyfriend, and they're going to start asking questions.

No one knows any of this. Duh. From my expression, they probably think I'm loving this. They probably think the texts I'm scrolling through are from some hot guy, not from my little cousin.

I'm holding a cup of beer, but I don't really like beer and I don't trust that the alcohol at this party is safe. (I zoned out in the lessons in middle school health class about not drinking, but I did pay attention enough to remember never to accept a drink at a party unless you see it coming from an unopened can or bottle.) I put the cup down and sit on a couch.

I don't even remember whose house this is. Is that messed up?

I go to these parties after every football game, and they honestly blur together. I totally get how many girls would kill to be invited to these, but honestly, they don't live up to the hype.

Still, I admit I kind of relish the power I have in my school. I know I'm at the top of the social ladder, and I'm only a junior. All the girls are jealous of me. All the boys want to date me, even if I don't want to date them. It's gratifying to see the way people look at me when I walk down the halls. They think I'm some sort of deity. They worship the ground I walk on.

The guys are looking at me now, I can tell. I came straight to this party from the game, so I didn't change out of my cheer uniform, and it's basically skintight. I feel sweaty in it – I always want to peel it off as soon after our routine as I can – but they don't know that. As soon as I get home I'm going to peel it off and put on sweatpants.

I'm looking around the dimly lit room, wishing someone would turn down the music and thinking of ways to politely leave, when my phone buzzes. I look down at it, a little surprised; most people who have my number are at this party, too.

It's from... Professor G?