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Name: Emrald (Em) Ralndwyn
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Personality: Em loves to play practical jokes and pranks on people, and she is fun-loving and as optimistic as a kid in a candy store. She loves to read books and swim, and she is the kindest, most loyal person ever. She is kinda clumsy and a bit forgetful, but if pressed, she is a formidable opponent in a fight and almost always wins.
Brief History: There isn't much to tell for Em. When she was little, she watched her parents get murdered right before her eyes, although thankfully, time makes the memory indistinct. Emrald as put into the care of her aunt Cinda, who tried her hardest to take care of her, but she is old and has a hard time providing, so Em does most of the caring-for. Emrald attends West Brook High School, although her friends at limited to only three close friends.
Major weakness: She's Clumsy
Major strength: Her running
Occupation/School: West Brook High School
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SHORT, SHORT Paragraph of character in day to day life: (to give an idea of how you RP)
Em ducked quickly behind a dumpster on the other side of the school parking lot, her raven black hair flying behind her and her hand over her mouth to conceal her laughter. It took a few seconds for her friends to file in behind her, their cheeks flushed and eyes filled with childish amusement. Their names are Tammy, Nikki, and Janet, and every single on of them is fighting not to burst into laughter and compromise their position to the enemy. "Hush, hush!" Em scolded in a whisper, barely holding her own merriment behind her closed lips. Something caught her attention and she tilted her head curiously, gesturing urgently for silence. The girls instantly fell silent. They knew that look; that look ment danger. "Run!" She hissed, jumping up and sprinting towards the tree line, pulling her hood up as she ran. She heard her friends pursuing her, though they were lagging a bit behind. The nd of a shriek behind her brought her to a screeching halt, and she spun on her heel just in time to see Tammy, the Auburn-Haired artist of the group, getting the collar of her shirt snagged by five fiercely curved, glittery-blue talons. Emrald felt her insides deflate with disappointment. She knew she couldn'tblame Tammy forgetting caught, but they had been so close that time! But they couldn't leave their friend behind, even in the name of an awesome prank. Sighing with resentment, she slowly walked back and joined the rest of her friends, her head hanging. The creature smiled at the with glittering teeth that were to shiny to be quite real. "Hello again, girls." The thing said in a falsely condescending voice. "Hello, Mrs.Hanigal." The girls replied, automatically falling in behind their principal for the familiar walk to the office.

Name: Jack George
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Personality: He is hard-headed, and he never gives up until he finishes what he starts. He never leaves someone in danger, and if there is even the smallest chance someone could be rescued from the smallest danger, he would. This has resulted in many NDE's, even in the tiniest town in all of North Virginia. He doesn't talk much, but he's built for fighting, even if blood does disgust him sometimes.
Brief History: Jack was raised in a home with two parents as an only child. He taught himself karate and the tuna just for fun, because his family never really paid him any attention. They never actually noticed him much, which is actually a half good thing since they are always drunk. He got enough money out of their bank to pay for what he needs and basically raises himself. He wants to attends College, but it costs more money than he currently has, so he plans to drop out right after he graduates. Only reason he hasn't already dropped is his grandparents.
Major weakness: He wants to save everybody
Major strength: He can fight and use Karate of his own invention
Occupation/School: Lincoln High School
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SHORT, SHORT Paragraph of character in day to day life: (to give an idea of how you RP)
Thump! Thump! Thump! The hollow sound of flesh hitting leather filled the small, stone basement of the George house. Jack pounded away at the rice sack hanging from the ceiling, swinging his pale foot again and again, taking out his anger at his parents, drunk yet again, in his only escape possible. His foot and knuckles were sore and red from punching the rough sack for hours on end, but he barely seemed to register the pain through his haze of hate-driven punches. A final side snap kick sent the bag plummeting to the concrete ground, spilling their small, white contents everywhere. He stared at it for a minute, then shook his hands out and headed up the creaky wooden stairs in search of something to soothe the red sores, leaving the mess spread on the floor behind him. It didn't matter anyway; chances were, his pare rd wouldn't even bother to give the evidence a second glance if they were on their way past it in search of beer. Or maybe wine this time. He thought bitterly, running his raw hands under the limited cold water gushing from the sink faucet. Change it up a bit this time. He shoveled and reached for the dish towel to dry his hands.