(( can i join? this sounds awesome!! hmm.. the eggs hatched into chickens in the bar because they time warped forward! Can one of mine be young? if not i will change the age))

Here is my Bios:

Name: Syrene Shellow

Age and Birthdate: Syrene is 7, she was born on the 17th of May

Gender and Sexual Orientation: Female;  Straight

Gift: will get one soon. Im still not sure of it though

Good or Bad?: hasn't been pulled into either yet.

Personality: Syrene is not shy, but keeps to herself. She is well mannered and very friendly, always greeting people with a smile. Syrene can get scared easily and listens carefully, taking note of everything said to her. She is not the average seven year old.

Looks: ((this is kinda also my intro, i couldn't think of anything else...))Syrenes soft light skin was dressed in night robes that night, the cool nights breeze blew her golden blonde hair backwards through the whispering autumn leaves. One hour ago, that same night she was in her bed, sleeping soundfully, undisturbed. As she stood, infront of that house, the street light above her started flickering, and then blew out. Her eyes opened, without blinking and she stood there silently, her slender hands, tucked inside the sleeves of her robes, the tiny figure of a seven year old, motionless on a dead street. The lively green eyes, staring, emptily, to the house infront.

Past: Syrene, although only seven, holds memories of past lives, lives from when the witches were young. She remembers the black plague and the starvation of so many people. She is the seventh child of the seventh child. Her mother died when giving birth to her.

Other: She is Faithe Miare's Niece

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Name: Faithe Miare

Age and Birthdate: Faithe is 30, she was born on the 24th of November

Gender and Sexual Orientation: Female;  Straight

Gift: NONE

Good or Bad?: Good

Personality: Faithe has a very happy and warm hearted personality. She is very lively and loves to go out and do stuff. Her favorite place is the beach. She  is very opened minded and on the spiritual side, because of past occurances.

Looks: Faithe has warm blonde hair. She has long eyelashes with stunning bright and big Brown eyes, she wasn't as lucky as her sister, who got the green eyes, She has tanned skin and a warm smile, that would only make you smile aswell. Faithe has an hour gl*censored* figure.

Past: Faithe's twin sister Carrie, died at the age of 23, when she gave birth to Syrene.  Every night she would cry in misery for the loss of her sister. Neither of them ever knew their mother, she left them with their father for another man when they were only two. Faithe's father used to tell them tales of witches in the past and of mythical creatures but Faithe belives that they were only stories. Her father, George Miare, is a good man. In the past they were very close, but he is very old and now in a home, where he rests. Faithe visits him every now and again, although there is not much point as he has lost his memory.

Other: She is Syrene's Aunt

((Is this ok??))

((Wait.... I change my answer....

Two eggs walked into a bar, the first one got drunk, and the second one did not. O_o))

((Hehe Nice Fullmoon, and Missy, is Syrene going to have a Gift? If so, please explain it, even if she doesn't have one yet. And guys, I am so, so sorry I couldn't get this posted when I said, but here it is. I'll post as much as I can this weekend.))

Light filtered in, gloomy and gray. Jake opened his eyes, sight slightly fuzzy until he rubbed them, everything becoming clearer. He was still in the kitchen, on the floor, but something had happened. The drapes were torn, and claw marks had ripped the floral, brightly colored wall paper.

Looking over to his side, Jake noticed the book, teal ink still on the pages, blossoming out like fresh blood. What was interesting, though, was that it had formed shapes. A clock, the hour hand at twelve, the minute hand at four. A cat on a fence, and an old looking window. But in the midst of all the confusion on the paper, what drew Jake’s storm gray eyes was the writing in the middle. Curvy, gothic looking letters spelled out the word, “Oracle.”  

Oracle? What is that supposed to mean? It is a future-seer, but why is it on a piece of paper, in an ancient book?  He thought, getting off of the linoleum tiles.

Gingerly picking The Gift up, a strange feeling came over Jake. Something bad was going to happen, soon. With this sense of sudden urgency, he grabbed his school bag, dumped its contents out on the floor, and pounded up the stairs.

Stuffing about three days worth of clothes, a tooth brush, his wallet, and The Gift, he grabbed his cell phone off his bed. Yet this time, as he looked down the dark wood banister, Jake spotted something dark, thick looking. A small trail of it led from the kitchen to the door, which was cracked slightly open. It was blood. Jake realized his mother was not there. 

“Mom! Mom! Mother!” He called desperately. There was no reply. The house was eerily quiet, all of a sudden, and the feeling washed over him again. Adrenaline took over, and Jake sprinted out of the house, and jumped into his old Cadillac.

After driving a couple miles, he stopped at a park in some town. Laying his forehead on the steering wheel, Jake shut his eyes, his dark hair tickling his cheeks. His mother was gone, he was apparentaly some "Oracle," and The Gift was real. What next?

((Tell me when then! :D The font is different on this post than the last because I didn't copy and past this one))

Jake looked up. A girl was standing there. He suddenly realized he must be looking like a predator or something, just sitting in his car at a park. Quickly burying his backpack inside some of the mess in his car, Jake stepped out.

"Yea, I'm okay. It's just been a...tough day." Tough didn't even cut it, but what was he supposed to say? No, I'm not okay. I just found out some story was real and my mom might be dead. Like that would help at all.

"I guess I've kinda been kicked out of my house." Jake murmured. The wind blew, knocking some of the leaves off the trees. He shuddered slightly and stuffed his hands in the pockets of his hoodie and looked up. The sky was blue, and the birds were flying around in the cold air. How could the rest of the world be so calm now? Jake didn't understand the meaning of calm at the moment.

((Let's say it's November there too, eh? x3 Oh, and I forgot to put this, but Jake changed since the funeral o.o lol))

"Oh, well..... sorry to hear that." She shuffled her feet in the ground. "At least you HAVE a home." she muttered under her breath, a stream of cold air rushed from her mouth.

She looked at the boy again. "Ummm.... no parking in the park, you have to park in the parking lot(Wow, I used 'Park' alot)." She said sheepishly. She looked up at the brunches of the pine trees. Her sharp eyes spotted something. "Look! a birds nest!" the boy forgotten, she hoisted herself up the pine's trunk. she was nkown for her strong legs. She peered into the nest. "Five little______." She murmered.(whats a bird that hatches in November?)

Then, she remembered the presence of the boy, and flushed.

((Can Shai crush on Jake?))