Bio:

• Name: Spirit
• Number:2
• Gender: Female
• Age: 14
• Power: Shapeshifting
• Mutation: Angel Wings
• Personality: Spirit is veryoutgoing and polite. She proudly sticks up for others even if her life is on the line. She is not afraid to stick up for what she believes in and expresses her opinion in a way that does not offend others. Her wonderful personality causes others to overlook her flaws. She isn't very bright, at times, but is a brainiac at others.
• Deion: Spirit stands 5"1' tall and is thin. She has long, dirty blonde hair and dazzling brown eyes. She always has a bright smile on her face. Her skin is tan. Her wings are big, bright, and full. (I'll draw a picture and edit my postg later!)
• History: Little is known about her history, except for the fact that she was abandoned at birth. Her supposable theory is that her parents couldn't live with a mutant. She was found by a young couple who later adopted her. She was kidnapped after her adopted parents found out about her wings and brought here for tests and experiments.

Here is a picture of Spirit (without color) NO stealing...

http://i1126.photobucket.com/albums/l606/katikat97/photo-5.jpg

there's a link instead xD It streched the page

Oh, and yes, ipods can copy paste ^0^ I do it all the time

• Name:They call him Cody
• Number:Three
• Gender:Male
• Age:Sixteen
• Power:He manipulates plants and can call storms to him.
• Mutation:None
• Personality:
• Deion:Cody, despite his appearence, isn't that very nerdy. He does almost allways have a book in his face, though. He loves to argue and enjoys probing himself to be smarter than whomever he fights with by using large words and a smart alek attitude. Though, he is ocd about cleaning. Everything he owns must be cleaned to perfection and if it isnt, he doesn't sleep until it is.

• History:Cody, being the thrid expiriment, preferred to find out what was going on by himself. He continued not to talk to anyone until the sixth experiment was created, then decided to ask the others. His knowledge was tested as he was filled in. Though, they say his face never showed suprise until they told him he had powers but everyone's powers were different and he had to find his own.

• Name:She likes to be called Jess.
• Number:Five
• Gender:Female
• Age:Fifteen
• Power:she can talk to animals
• Mutation:The ears and tail of a white tailed doe.
• Personality: Jess is very shy around people, yet very outgoing around animals. She enjoys her quiet time and play time with what ever animals are around. Though, in contact with humans, she almost never speaks. In a fight, human or animal, she can be a very formidable foe, unless she freezes up or gets sight of blood.
• Deion:

• History:Being nearly in the middle, she learned about herself and her newfound powers quickly. After she knew everything the others could tell her, she began to drift away from themand soon she wouldn't talk to any human around her. She would always have a small animal such as a squirrel or chipmunck with her to talk to. The others thought of her as odd because she didn't talk to them in human, but in their native tounge. To this day, she doesn't usually speak to humans.

[Nah.... Any order is fine. The numbers don't really apply to that. I will start my intro then.]

Its dark in here but the shadows are keeping me company in the haze. Each seconds that passes by is like a clock ticking, sharp and agonizingly long. I remember the times in this cage, this cell where I am chained to the wall, unable to cry for help and at the same time I know no one will here me. There is no one to help me, no one to hear me scream. Why was I made if I am just to be a puppet all my life? Is there no justice, no hope for those who don't want the life they are living? That was the only thing I clung to, the hope that someday they would make a mistake and not be able to catch themselves in time. Then I would be free, then I would have my revenge.

Crisis sighed, shaking her head free of the memories that plagued her. Thoughts that she had wished gone but kept returning to remind her of her promise. Her words and her name was all she held to herself and if she couldn't keep her word, then that was just one more small piece of her identity gone. Vanished in the haze of the darkness in that prison block which she lived more of her life.

Her hands crossed in front of her, the girl stared at the ruins of the factory. It hadn't been her doing but it was destroyed. Yet the people who were made in it still lived and that ticked her of. Everything about this place needed to be destroyed, human or building. The scientists were gone, destroyed in the blast and number twelve hadn't been seen at all (it could be likely that he or she died to which would have been a merciful quick death in Crisis's opinion). Either way, she was going after the others. They would not get out of here alive.

((Please forgive me fro my mega-short posts. I have never done this, so it's my first time. Ok?))

Chelsea had been wandering around the destroyed factory for hours, thinking the same things. Where are the others? Why am I not insane? Why can't I remember anything before today, besides this factory? How did I get here? I know there's someone out there, who knows me, who knows me personally. They just don't know where I am. Why don't they know where I am? I'm right here, circling this destroyed, weird, horrible, bad, place, or factory. Whatever you like to call this horrible bad-memory bringing back place! I can't take it anymore! This is to much! She screamed. She stood there and screamed and stomped her feet. She flapped her wings, and atractted metal, by waving her arms around like mad. A rubbish bin had been attracted. She stopped, glancing at the bin, before standing on it and making it fly towards the other peices of metal. It went deep into the forest, making Chelsea duck, and turn, and control the bin like it was a surfboard. A thought occured to her. I've never been on a surfboard! She closed her eyes, making the bin twist and turn, and dodge everything. She jumped off it, close to the shield, stopping her go any deeper.

[The post length is ok but every charrie is wanting to kill each other Headache. Remeber that ;) ]

Spirit was filled with furiosity. She had been denied by her own mother and father because of her mutation. It was all their fault. Spirit hungered for a vicious fight. She was inclined to attack the next thing she saw. Why was I turned into a monster? Why me? Who did this to me? She spreaded her glorious wings and prepared for flight. Perhaps whatever is left in this factory would be so ignorant as to look up and see her. Plus, she would have a great view of the dump. The place that ruined her life. So she thought. She was stronger, faster, beautiful. Almost every human being would kill to fly, like she'd been given the gift to do.

But she has been denied by everything that lived outside the factory. Even what was within the cold, outter walls of the building. The scientists didn't care about anything but creation. I'm just another failed invention. Left behind. Failure. She heard rustling of feet around and her lips curled into an aggressive snarl. Instead of challenging for a fight, Spirit took off above the huge, broken-down machinery. She simply didn't have the energy.

Spirit burned with rage. The eleven others basically took away her life. I'm a freak thanks to them. She wanted to seriously injure them. She couldn't take the anger.

(Sorry if this isn't good! D: This is my first real rp c: Ally taught me how to rp and we practiced)