Secrets Powers.. [VOL.4]

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Denzel was in the park with binoculars, observing the sky and being careful not to look at the sun because that would be bad.

 
Denzel ran up and approached Harle, "Heyy! What kinda books are those?" he asked curiously.

 
Name: Svetlana Chmakova

Age: Eighteen

Gender: Female

Personality: I don't believe in limiting a character's personality to a set body of text.

Looks: She is slightly taller than most girls, but only by an inch or so. Her hair is naturally blonde but she dyes is it a red colour due to her dislike of the yellow colours and her dislike of blonde stereotypes. Her eyes are an eerie, iridescent blue and they stand out against her skin, made pale from years of being inside and lurking in the shadows. Her body is thin and nimble, but not sickly thin and nimble because that's just gross, y'know... She has a two lip piercings, one of each side of her bottom lip, and she has four piercings on each eyebrow, two hoops on each, and two of the stud looking ones with a ball on each end. Her ears are also adorned with pieces of metals but not much. They've been pierced with three hoops, a chain running through each and secured into the skin of her ear.

Outfit: Unlike most people on the planet, she actually changes clothes daily. She doesn't have fifty bouillon pairs of the same outfits. She prefers some variety. However, most of her closet consists of dark colored tank tops [some with a neon design, others with a gray design, and others just plain], baggy and skinny black or gray jeans, dark cargo pants [some with chains and buckles], and a variety of colored Converse high-top sneakers. [it's practically a rainbow]

Power: To put it simply, necromancy. The magic of the dead.

Birthmark: Three circles under her right eye moving towards her mouth in a crescent shape. The one closest to her eye is the largest and the one farthest is the smallest. A thin, gray line connects the circles to each other and to her eye.

Crush: She fails to believe in love.

Other: She has a thick russian accent due to being born and raised in a Russian town who's name is quite long and difficult to remember. Anyway, she often replaces her Ws with Vs and sometimes her THs with Zs.

 
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OOC: Ohshi- HAI

Harle smiled beneath his mask and looked at Denzel. "Why...These are your books. Each of them just waiting to hear your stories~" he said in an ever-gentle tone.

 
Lolthisislikethethirdtimeivejoinedthisrp lDDD

Svetlana looked over at the male trying to sell books to a girl. It was rather obvious to her that her was up to something. No one with that kind of grin on their face could be up to no good. However, she made no attempt to call him out. She found no reason to. Lacking proof, she'd just get herself into trouble and if the girl got scammed it would be her own fault. No one else's.

 
OoC: LAYLAY.

"Really?!" Denzel asked, amazed, "...What does that mean?"

 
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NOW THAT DOLAN WAS AT THE RAVE, IT WAS LEGIT. SO NOW EVERYONE SHOULD HAVE FUN WHILE DOLAN RAVES AND DOES HEROIN AT THE SAME TIME ;DD

 
.....WTF.....?

Svetlana shook her head at the girl before returning back to her journal where she was recording the creatures she had encountered when she last traveled into Death. There were few as most creatures there were simply angry "spirits" which were more or less black masses that moved a tad like fog. They had flames in place of eyes and fire often rolled out of their open mouths. They were dead, obviously, but they were still alive in a sense. Shoe, as a necromancer, could break the will of the spirit and force it to her will. She could do whatever she wanted with it. However, her powers weren't limited to the dead. Contrary to popular belief, a necromancer didn't control the dead. They controlled the soul that had once inhabited a body in Life. Due to that fact, she could actually control a living spirit to an extent, but the will of a live spirit was hard and painstaking to break so she, like most who meddled in the affairs of Death, preferred the use of dead spirits who had been placed into an uninhabited, usually decomposing, body.

 
Dolan wanted company at the rave. Tomoyo's hot butt just wasn't enough for him. He whipped out his cell phone and called up his best cyborg friend Zurui. "Zurui. Bring Erin to the alien from hell rave, please!" he shouted, to busy raving and getting high.

 
Um, last time I checked this rp didn't have aliens and cyborgs. Just humans with supernatural powers. .___. But idk, I haven't been in this rp since vol. 1 and 3

nopostsorry

 
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"No," Dolan answered. "You can watch Erin. Trust mee. The girls here are hottt."

 
Um, last time I checked this rp didn't have aliens and cyborgs. Just humans with supernatural powers. .___.
nopostsorry
Erin - cyborg, been here since volume two

Zurui - cyborg, been here since volume.. two?

d0g - robot, been here since volume three

Riley - alien, volume three

Lyle - alien, volume three

Sam - alien, volume three

Luggage / caden - a suitcase, been here since death has

 
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OOC: I don't think there was ever a rule sayin' that, Ash.

Harle leaned in close and took off his mask, revealing his hypnotizing grin. "It means you want to buy one, feed it with words and stories. Nurture it like a child~"

Lemmy got fed up of raving and went back to the bar, ordering the strongest drink.

 
"Oh, well that's okay then!" Zurui said, "I'll be there in a few minutes."

"ooh you mean like a journal?" Denzel said, "I already have one of thoseee, silly!"

 
Dolan hung up the phone and continued to rave.

Erin was reading and being anti social.

That bartender I had, who's name I forgot, got Lemmy something to drink. "Let me guess... you didn't get laid."

 
Zurui arrived awkwardly at the rave and went to find Erin and sit in a corner.

 
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