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Alice? Alice? Alexei? ☇★ \|\| ❝ If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. ❞ ⊰ xxʏəɑяs ɑɢσ ↪ Alexei James Ardelle ⊰ xxʍӈəɴ ɩ ʍɑs ʏσuɴɢəя ↪ Alice ⊰ xxɩ usə∂ тσ ℓɩӄə ↪ 18 3/4 ⊰ xxsσмəσɴə ɩ ӄɴəʍ ↪ Third floor # 302 ⊰ xxӈə ʍɑs мɩɴə . . . ↪ homosexual - uke ❝. . . ａｎｄ　ｗｅ　ｗｅｒｅ　ｓｗｅｅｔｈｅａｒｔｓ.❞ ⊰ xxтнɑт ʍɑs тнəɴ вuт ɩт ʍɑs тяuə ↪ Naive, sheltered, maybe a little ignorant. Oblivious. Alexei was that boy in school who had his head in the clouds. He's the type who can walk down a street, past a bloody accident, and not even notice it's there unless pointed out. Tunnel vision likes to happen, and occassionally he'll get a one track mind. Even without his pyscosis, He's not fully aware of the world around him. He can be very observant on occasions though, when he actually focuses, and often times, he finds out things he didn't want to know. impatient and a little tempermental, he's prone to breaking into tears when he feels he's hopelessly lost, be it mentally, physically, or just not understanding something. He's quite friendly, and makes friends easily, however, he never instigates very strong bonds, merely because he's sure he'll be regarded as insane as he was before. ⊰ xxɩм ɩɴ ʟσѵə ʍɩтн ɑ ғɑɩяʏтɑʟə ↪ Alexei was born into a well off family in Britain. However, he was different right from the beginning. Two different colored eyes, one golden brown, the other blue. He had an older sister, who was the perfect child, and whispers of superstition with his family were heard when he opened his eyes. It was a genetic defect, they would say. And a hint as to the madness that could overtake him. You see, he had an uncle who had been declared mad, and put away for life. And his eyes were the same as little Alexei's. However, the doctors said they could stabalize the imbalance, and his parents were relieved. So the first few years of life saw Alexei taking pills every morning and evening. He was told to never forget to take them. Life goes on, and each day, the same things. Until the hallucenations started at age ten. The medications were no longer balancing the already imbalance chemicals in his brain, and instead of going to school, Alexei began to wander the streets. Everytime he came home, he's have wonderous, unbelievable stories, and his parents began to become very worried. The hallucenations and disconnection from reality became more pronounced, and even the doctors began to shake their heads. 'It's best to put him away, there's never any warning when things go from innocent to violent.' They said. So his parents watched and watched. He began writing letters to no one, but insisted there was always someone else there. The house they lived at, was sadly strongly haunted. Strange things began to happen, and they blamed Alexei. At age twelve, he was sent away, to a specialized clinic/boarding school for those with.. 'special' needs. An his family moved from the house to a place in the countryside, where they proceeded to focus on their daughter. Alexei hasn't seen or heard from his family since. He went through many doctors, therapist, physicians, pyschologists... All came to the same conclusion, and slightly questioned his genetics. Were his parents a little too close? Somewhere in the family tree, had close cousins married? Perhaps brain damage, or his mother had been on drugs when she was carrying him. No matter what, the conclusion was the same. At 13, they called him clinically insane. Alexei remained oblivious to all of this, shutting away all the negative things, and looks, and remarks. They changed his pills, and things began to get a little more calm. When it was time for highschool, Alexei did his best to go to a normal school. He got his wish, and was quite content for the majority of those years. Even if he was called strange, and creepy, and crazy, he kept his visions to himself, and did his best to make friends, and not tell anyone what he was really thinking or seeing occassionally. Some days were good, some days were bad. By the time high school ended, the doctors and social workers were impressed with him, and declared him fit to go off into society. Alexei had a fleeting theory it was only because his parents decided to stop paying, and only paid for him until he was eighteen, and able to either make it on his own, or end up on the streets somewhere, where they wouldn't know. Friends, for Alexei, came and went, he didn't really make any strong bonds with anyone, only because he couldn't really tell if they were really there sometimes. Upon graduation, he headed out, and began to seek a simple, online job, and and apartment. In school, he had excelled in english and art, enjoying literature greatly, and drawing the landscapes and people he saw in his 'fits'. He is just moving into his apartment. ⊰ xxəѵəɴ тнσuɢʜ ɩт ʜuятs ⊰\|\|tea ⊰\|\| fairytales, stories ⊰\|\|fantasy or sci-fi movies ⊰\|\|summer ⊰\|\|drawing ⊰\|\|writing ⊰ xxɩ ∂σɴт cɑяə ɩғ ɩ ʟσsə мʏ мɩɴ∂ ⊰\|\|alcohol ⊰\|\|tornados ⊰\|\|medication ⊰\|\|the color white ⊰\|\| bossy people ⊰\|\| fish ❝. . . Ｉ’ｍ　ａｌｒｅａｄｙ　ｃｕｒｓｅｄ.❞ ⊰ xxəѵəяʏ ∂ɑʏ ʍə sтɑятə∂ ғɩɢʜтɩɴɢ ↪ Disturbia-Rihanna ⊰ xxəѵəяʏ ɴɩɢʜт ʍə ғəʟʟ ɩɴ ʟσѵə ↪ xXAngelic LiesXx colorone colortwo colorthree colorfour colorfive colorsix colorseven coloreight colornine colorten

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	❥ Avaera Shichou Mindelan ❥ 22 ❥ Female ❥ Kitty-Ampharos, Starsong-Altaria, DeathBlade-Absol, Bobble-Quagesire, ShadowCat-umbreon ❥ would the reserve for pokemon partner go here?...rocket leader? ❥ Eccentric❥ determined ❥ Very Smart ❥ slightly pyschic ❥ skilled with handling pokemon ❥ breeder/wannabeProfessor xXAngelic LiesXx Sample Post I was a little unsure with the traits, but let me know if i've filled this out right? I can always fix it.

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	ღ Avaera Shichou Mindelanxxxxxxx❥ ღ B A S I C Sxxxxxxxxxxxxxx❥ CALL ME Lt. Surge once called her Av, and it stuck for those too lazy to say her full name, Avaera. 'Professor Avaera' is her favorite. I`VE BEEN HERE FOR 22color] I CAN TOUCH THE SKY 4'11" GRAVITY WEIGHS ME DOWN 110lbs OF COURSE I'M A Girl! I SWING TOWARDS Bisexual IT'S A LIVING Breeder/scientist/wannabeprofessor! I'VE ALWAYS BEEN DRAWN TO ...Honestly? A mix. But has a major soft spot for birds. ღ D E E P E Rxxxxxxxxxxxxxx❥ GIVE ME MORE SPINDAS. Pokemon. Obvious. Science! Genes! The mysteries of the universe! Skitties, Butterfrees, some girly things. Raising baby pokemon. Meeting new friends Giving pokemon to worthy trainers Clear sunny days Sweet foods KEEP IT AWAY Dead bugs. Shedinjas. HATES those. -misbehaved pokemon at her center -Spicy foods -Rainy gloomy days -people who hurt pokemon or abuse them -ignorant people who call her old -being cooped up THEY SAY I'M I suppose to sum it all up in one word, I'm Eccentric. All mad scientists are!! Avaera is very... out there. She thinks outside the box, heck, even outside the room. Her imagination sometimes gets the best of her, but she is very devoted to the things she loves and her determination often gets her what it is she's striving for. As strange as she is, and no matter what her motives, she always makes sure that pokemon come first. Even to the point of sometimes not liking fellow humans as much as she should. Managing an entire island made her strong and very self-dependant, and she is very skilled at handling herself in almost any situation. She's cheerful and peppy to an extreme, as it's her way of keeping her energy and spirits up against the daunting task of caring for an island full of pokemon all by herself. She can be quite serious, and she gets majorly protective over the baby pokemon she's raised and favorites of her own that she's caught. She can be a ditz occassionally, but mostly when it comes to social situations. IT'S MY LIFE Little Avaera mindelan started out life normally. Kinda. She was sent away to a special boarding school when she was 5, and grew up learning everything she could about pokemon. At age ten, she set out on her journey, as was the tradition. Don't ever ask what pokemon she started with. Because Honestly, she can't remember. However, She started out in Saffron City, as that was her hometown. Being born in Saffron city gave her a small amount of pyschic ability, just enough to allow her a better bond with her pokemon, and enough to move small things and such. She wasn't too fond of the Gym, so she refused to go there and train her power. It's not like she had the potential anyways. So, upon starting out, she began her journey, following the path everyone else had set to become a Pokemon Master. ... ...HOWEVER. Somewhere along the line, she bored of it, and realized that breeding pokemon and gaining a baby that had the powers of both it's parents, along with attacks and strengths was so exhilerating. She began to focus more on that. She still continued her journey though, catching more pokemon, and growing stronger. Her skills as a breeder were worked on and improved, and she began raising pokemon in order to get more powerful babies. Eventually, she started noticing slight differences in the babies depending on the markings of the parents. Intrigued, she began to wonder if cross breeding a certain way would mix the traits of two pokemon to create a hybrid. By this time, she was about 14. Team Rocket attacked. Her, like the good little trainer she was, went off and ruined several of their plans. Another major change happened though. She discovered Science, and some of their old plans with Mewtwo. Fascinated, she decided she needed to learn more. And her Education in Science and Genetics began. The years passed, and she visited other regions. She hacked into Rocket Data bases whenever she could, to quench her thirst for knowledge. She began to formulate a way to genetically engineer the pokemon without truly harming them. She would need a lab, and lots of privacy though. By this time, she'd accumulated quite a bit of strength and money. So she bought an island. Somewhere in between Kanto, Johto and Hoenn. It was too small to be a region, but big enough that it held all the habitats Avaera needed. She released all her pokemon, the huge number she had captured during her travels, and began setting up her center. The island had a mountain, beaches, a lake, a forest, a small desert-like area, grasslands, plains.. Everything her pokemon needed. And Her Spinda collection decided to be the gang that ruled it all. Mostly the mountain. And the plains. And her Breeding center, which she built in the center of the island. Underneath her Breeding Center, which included a machine to heal pokemon, many high tech computers, and other machines to help her run the island, she built her labs. State of the art, Mostly with stolen peices here and there from bases she'd robbed. Not like they were using them for good. She began her experiments, and started sending out advertisements from the computers, for her daycare center, and to any trainers looking for specific baby pokemon with immense strength. She Dissappeared for years. She never left the island, as it took all of her effort and energy to maintain. There was hardly any free time, and all the pokemon needed to be cared for. And somewhere along the line there, her thinking changed once more, and a new obbsession was born. What if.. People could combine with pokemon? And get traits and abilities they had? What if pokemon could turn human? What would they say? Her research began anew, except she had no subjects. Thougthful, she began to travel again, leaving her now highly trained hundred-odd spindas in charge of caring for the island. She sought out young trainers, old trainers, and invited them for a retreat to her island. That idea didn't work too well. She discovered she could not do experiments on those who so willingly came to her island, nor could she refuse them anything after being shown so much respect. She connected with each of them, and gave them specifically chosen pokemon and sent them on their way. She realized that giving pokemon to people who would utalize them to their greatest extent was just as exhilerating as discovering how genes could be split and adapted. So she put that thought away for later, and continued her experiments with another subject. Herself. Unfortunately, no matter what she tried... Nothing seemed to happen. So she turned to her pokemon, and chose specific ones to alter. She never went past a point of harming them, she would always stop when they would get uncomfortable or cry out. After months with no success, Avaera was discouraged. She'd hit a wall. Either give up her morals and try more extreme measures, or put her whole goal on hold, only to be poked and prodded at eventually and slowly creep along the road of progress in the span of more years. She put it on hold. She didn't want to become the very scientists she'd stolen the data and technology from. Even though she'd improved and succedded in areas they'd never even dreamed of, she refused to stoop to their level and harm another living being. Not even the evil ones. So she began to travel again, taking a break from her vision, in order to seek out young trainers, who were worthy of her babies, or seemed to be missing that one partner that would stick with them for life. Never tired of catching pokemon either, she keeps an eye out for any new possibilities to add to her center/island. ღ P O K E M O Nxxxxxxxxxxxxxx❥ Bobble-Quagsire-female DeathBlade-Absol-Male StarSong-Altaria-Female ShadowCat-Umbreon-Female Kitty-Ampharos-Female ღ E X T R Axxxxxxxxxxxxxx❥ WHAT DID I FORGET? Having no other human assistants on the island, and liking to be a jack of all trades, Avaera has trained many of the pokemon on her island to do many unusual things. For example, she has a Quilava and an Espeon that she works together with to create pokeballs like Kurt does, having watched him create balls from Apricorns. She usues similar methods, but instead of making them for catching pokemon, they are for changing the pokeballs of already caught ones. She creates highly decorative and beautiful pokeballs for already tamed pokemon, or for the babies she gives away. They only hold the strength of a normal Pokeball, but pokemon seem to love the fanciness they give them. Her Pidgeot Knows how to herd up other bird pokemon to help spread food around the island. Her Houndoom pack helps train younger houndours and growlithes for Officer Jennys. They patrol the island for theives and intruders. She raises specific Houndooms that are bigger than most, just so she can ride on them. And her spindas.. Ah, another obssession gone wild. She noticed each spinda had different markings. She went a little crazy with catching them, and ended up with over a hundred or more. And they became.. a gang. A mafia. They are very... unique, reflecting her own eccentricities. Surprising how much they changed, seeing as she hasn't really trained them for battle much. However, upon seeing their potential intellegence, she trained them to be the peacekeepers and her own little helpers with running the island. Saimeo and Bunny Are the Main alphas of the entire Pack. Saimeo is the lead male, and his spots make him look almost saimese a spot on his nose, and two on the tips of his ears, while Bunny has the spots on her cheeks and tips of her ears. They were the ones Avaera thought to be perfect, and she had searched for those specific markings. All the rest of the spindas Follow those two leaders. Her spindas manage to get odd things here and there from people, such as jackets and sunglasses and headbands. So each one has a style as well as markings. And as much as they love Avaera, they love to make hell too. There's a specific bunch that causes trouble. And yes. Each and every one of them has a name. THEY MUST HAVE A GIFT Notsure. I know they are pictures found by someone else who got them off a website, I believe they are characters and pictures from video games of some sort. ღ xXAngelic LiesXxxxxxxxx❥

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	▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ x ƒσřзvзя Ѓığђтїиģ x ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ A blank darkness was what first alerted cloud to the fact he was dreaming. Somewhere deep in his mind, he sighed. Dreaming was never good for him, his dreams for one were never very pleasant, and each time he dreamed, he lost a bit more of his waking memories. Not anything important, at least not in the eyes of the government, but something he held very dear, kept slipping away, with the whispered promises of giving something much better. Well the dreams and memories he recovered and was being swamped by weren't better. they were full of pain and torture and betrayal and loss and sadness and love and death. The blonde did not like his dreams. His life ...Had been somewhat happy, right? He couldn't remember anymore. His memories of childhood were mixed with that of an outcast boy who dreamed of being a SOLDIER. But there weren't anymore SOLDIERS. That was a time long past. But Cloud couldn't remember the real childhood he had. The government had taken that from him. And taken awy any chance of life he had. So he fought, and refused to fight for them, becoming a rebel, and constantly on the run or hiding. But for now, he was asleep, catching up on some well-needed rest. Unfortunately, when he dreamed, he knew that rest was just a faux. The color green began to pervade his senses, and the feeling of being submerged in liquid. A tingling feeling ran across his body, letting him know that he was naked in whatever liquid he was suspended in. Little pricks across his skin revealed the presence of wires and tubes, meant to monitor and stabalize his systems. Muffled voices could be heard, and one single voice stood out from the rest, making his fingers twitch, and dull blue eyes strain to focus on anything. That voice promised pain and experimentation and much more than what he had in there. But occassionally it would promise seeing a person very important to him. Someone who was trapped here with him. But this time, it sounded just like a review.. But then again, reviews could be bad... Movement from outside his hazy world of green, and the dull sapphire eyes blinked, trying to make out the shapes. They were all clustered around another tank.. or something, and taking out another poor soul. A name flitted through his mind, and the blonde began to set up a weak struggle, that went unnoticed completely. Dark Black hair drooped over the side of the table the male body was laid on, and suddenly, his vision got sharper, and he could make out every detail on the man's body, from the x-shaped scar on his cheek to the closed deep blue eyes, and black hair.. and the toned muscles that hadn't deteriorated at the inactivity of years in a tank. Wait, years? The blue eyes opened, and the light within them had dimmed considerably. Cloud struggled again, except this time arms were around him, holding him back. A soft chuckle resounded in his ear, and he glanced behind him as much as he could. Long silver hair clouded his vision now, and suddenly a sharp pain went through his gut, and a quick glance down showed the glint of polished steel protruding from his abdomen. The pain began to spread, slowly taking over his body, seeming to reach into his mind with whispers of power and hatred and cloud couldn't take it anymore, and he screamed, thrashing against whatever was holding him down. He woke with a start, falling off the couch he'd fallen asleep on. Frowning, He sat up, regaining his bearings for a moment, staring at the ceiling of a cozy little house. He got to his feet, glancing around and quickly spotting his sword, leaning against the wall where he left it. An exact replica of His favored sword, not the buster blade, but _________. It had been one of the items he'd been given while still working for the government. His current clothes being another. Which was the reason he had been given sanctuary in this house. A girl came down the stairs, her wide brown eyes blinking at him, her dark hair pulled back in a ponytail. "Are you ok, Mr. Cloud?" She asked. The blonde just nodded, not saying anything.She laughed nervously, and went on to say something along the lines of hearing a noise and coming to investigate to make sure he was ok, because hadn't he heard of the rebels? Oh, wouldn't it be scary if one were around? They could kill you!!! Cloud only smirked at her chatter. Kill, right. More of, the government killed. And didn't give back. The government had taken him at Eighteen, and 'awakened' him. He'd been steadily losing everything that made him, him, since then. He couldn't even remember where his family had lived. His inner compass pointed him outside the city, and deep down, he longed to go investigate where it was he was being led. However, there was no way out. What was beyond this city? What was out there in the world? His attention was brought back to the girl (she reminded him so much of another dark haired girl, hadn't he loved her?) as she was obviously getting nervous with his silence. With a nodd, he grabbed his sword. "Thanks for letting me stay. I should be on my way. I was out hunting the rebels." It was so easy to lie now. So easy to fool the other citizens. They trusted so blindly. He had trusted so blindly. Right? Flickers of things ran through his mind again, whispers of dreams of being a SOLDIER and ShinRA's lies and killing the planet and killing his hero and- Cloud stalked out of the house, listening to the girl's goodbyes, and started down a street. Any street. Any direction. They all led to the same place. He needed to find others. But not others he knew. Because... That would make him lose the shards of who he was. Or would it be who he thought he was? He was starting to get a headache. Had his memories always been this spotty? Yes..They had. Because for a long time he thought he was that black-haired man on the table. Who looked at him so sadly with those blue, blue eyes. And he had just wanted to scream or reach out for him but- Cloud closed his eyes, and rubbed his temples. This was starting out to be a bad day. He took off at a run, heading in the direction that looked most promising. Today he would definately find another. The rebels were actually hard to find. He hadn't been lying when he said he'd been hunting them. Just not for the reasons he implied. He wanted to join a group. He wanted to get out. He needed to sort things out and come to terms with who he was now, and that there really was no going back. ))OOC; Suck post is sucktastic.((

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	xxx █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ ★Furoshi (flitt) ╎ ★ #151 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx⋆xx⋆⋆ Mew ζɸɸɮ ᾀt ɰӚ ≾Ῥѻҟєɱѻη Ӄєɣ≿ ★x║╎ Girl! ★x║╎ Appears 13, maybe 14, actually much older. ★x║╎ Straight! maybe. Or bi. ★x║╎ Nope! But I like to harass a trainer! ★x║╎ Oooh, Not quite sure. ★x║╎ xXAngelic LiesXx xxx █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ ★ Koi ╎ ★ #327 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx⋆xx⋆⋆ Spinda Ѻȵϵ ɨɲ α Ӎΐɬɫῑѳn ★x║╎ Male ★x║╎ Around 16. ★x║╎ Ahaha. Does Gender matter? ★x║╎ Nope. No one's been good enough to catch me! ★x║╎ It's gotta be someone special! ★x║╎ xXAngelic LiesXx

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