James

full name - James Adelaide
nickname(s) - Bond. James Bond.
age - 24
birthday - March 13
gender - Male
birthplace - Swansea Bay, South Wales
residence - California
occupation - Pool-boy, model, actor, and mermaid on occasion
sexuality - Well... He swings both ways. He appreciates all forms of beauty, regardless of gender. 

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eyes – Shades of blue, differing by lighting and mood
hair – Dirty blonde
height - 6'2
weight - 164
distinguishing features- Besides being gorgeous? A mark over his heart that's some strange mix between a circular scar and a burn.
appearance -

Of course, with his fair hair, skin, and eyes, James tends towards the colors that suit him most. He loves white, blues, and pale colors, with an occasional vibrant red or yes, even pink, but always either button-ups or t-shirts. A Cali boy by nature, he loves to be able to jump out of his clothes for swimming any second. Usually he wears shorts, preferably swim trunks, though in colder weather he'll shift into proper-fitting jeans, not to tight and not too loose, perfect to showcase his long legs and rather nice tush. Despite the surfer boy good looks, he tends towards chains and spikes for jewelry, and constantly wears a thick, black leather spiked collar around his neck. He only takes it off for showers and swimming.

And Merielle:

Only her hair has grown.

name - Merielle PharcMaxen
nickname(s) - Meri, Max, Wild Child, Kitten
age - 25
birthday - Spring
gender - Female 
birthplace - Pembroke, Wales 
residence - Oh, here, there...
occupation - Healer, gardener, and nanny
sexuality - Bisexual

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eyes – Startlingly bright forest green or gold, depending
hair – Black/brown with a copper undertone
height - 5'4
weight - 136
distinguishing features- Well, hands and knees are covered in scars due to clumsiness, but other than that... no.
appearance -

Despite her small size Merielle is a tough girl, her full curves masking a heavy musculature. She has the natural build of old-time harem dancers, deeply tanned honey-gold skin adding to the affect. Sharp, exotic structure to her facial features caused a lot of trouble at her birth, everyone believing she was some sort of demon. In retrospect, it was a bad idea for her mother to gift her to a family in Wales, when her appearance was much better suited for the Middle East or the islands, even.

On her powerfully compact body Merielle usually wears clothes to suit her appearance, having a closet full of Arabic and Indian dancing costumes. Of course, in recent years she's adopted the modern version of her p*censored*ion, moving from the many colored glittering skirts of dancing tops of old to shorts, sarongs, and tight-fitting apparel. Anything to show of her curves will suit her, though she prefers to accentuate without being revealing. Still, everything is revealing with a chest like hers, no matter how hard she tries to hide it.

(( LOL The insomnia, lol..))

Full name - Paradise Long

Nick name - Paradise? Lol Paradise doesn't really have good nicknames unless you are a creative...i am not..

Age - 23

Birthday - Sept. 16

Gender - Female

Birthplace - Um...Do i have to do this one? I can't really think of an interesting hospital name...LOL If i HAVE to, i will probably just copy yours...

Residence -  California.

Occupation - Hrm..She's a writer.

Sexuality - LIkes guys...Just guys.

(( I'll do the looks in a sec ))

LOOKS :

Eyes - Piercing Green, with a little hint of yellow surrounding her pupil.

Hair - Light brown hair, that goes to her upper back. It's always up, never down.

HIeght - 5'3...? Idk i just made something up lol

Weight - She's thin. Not to skinny, not to fat. I'm sorry if i'm difficult with some of these. I just don't know what some wieghts look like and stuff. lol

No distinguishing features.

APpearence. - As in, what she looks like all together? Or her personality...? *confused* I"M SORRY.

Laughter rang through the park, emanating from what would look like to anyone unfamiliar with the two to be a very attractive couple. The male, who was the source of the pleasant tenor laugh, was dividing his attention between his female companion and the lovely surroundings. Blue-grey eyes flashed from under his bangs, while his tall, lean form was relaxed into a friendly openness. A broad smile graced his features, adding a happy glow to his softly pale skin.

 The girl, equally at ease, sent of her delicate soprano tones, a perfect harmony with that of her friends. After a moment, her emerald gaze meeting his toying one, the acquiesced to his unspoken entreaty. Turning she relaxed under his touch, almost purring as his long, graceful fingers worked her unruly black-brown waves into a french braid that ran down to the small of her back. Still a few stray curls worked loose, the natural copper sheen of them proving a rather lovely frame for her deeply tanned, amber-gold face.

Together the two lay in the gra*ss, letting the warmth of the late spring day wash over them. Every now and then one would jab the other in the side, pointing out some cloud formation that they thought worthy of note. It was on just such an afternoon that everything pleasant seemed to happen, and both knew this well. And so they waited for good fortune to bring them happiness in its many forms, content to enjoy each other's company, like having a sibling that one hand picked.

full name - Faythe Sanders
nickname(s) - Nope
age - 21
birthday - Septermber 19 
gender - Female
birthplace - Small Town in North Western Kentucky
residence - California
occupation - Animal Caretaker at Pet shop by day, gang member by night.
sexuality - Either or, she is not that picky.

Looks

eyes – Cold jade green
hair – Dark brown, shoulder length, slightly spikey.
height - 5'7
weight - 132
distinguishing features- Scarred hands, a small scar on her upper right arm due to a dog bite, and a intracit tattoo on her upper left arm.
appearance

Though not exactly small in height, Faythe is very agile and quick on her feet with long lean legs made to run. It is moslty muscle that creates her weight, being fairly skinny, with thick, vivible muscle on her arms and legs and a toned, flat stomach. This is due to her line of work. Not what you would call beautiful or sexy, Faythe has her own charm about her with her no nonsense face, bright eyes, and stubborn chin. You will hardley ever see even a tiny smile on her thin lips, though she does tend to smirk. Because of her working mostly at night, to steal and rob might I add, she is pale in skin color but not deathly pale.

She is a dark person, in attitude, personality, and clothing choices. She tends to wear moslty black or grays, and most things are form fitting to enable her to out run any sort of opponite. Her shirts tend to consists of a tight black T-shirt, never reveling at the top even though she's got quite a bit to show, and tends to end aboeve her belly botton, show off her pericing there. She only wears jeans, mostly tight at the toip and flaring at the bottom so their mauverable. She has quite a few pericings in her ears and her nose is peirced as well, completiong her goth look. Make-up is something she detests, so you will never see her wearing anything os the sorts. She also has a slight Kentukian accent, but don't make fun of i or you might just get punched...

full name - Jace Keir
nickname(s) - Nope
age - 23
birthday - July 31 
gender - Male
birthplace - Germany, exact place you do not need to know... 
residence - California
occupation - Nothing really, he just goes around doing rndom things 
sexuality - Bisexual 

Looks

eyes – Dark borwn, looking black most of the times.
hair – Dsark brown, shoulder length, slightly wavey
height - 6'3
weight - 162
distinguishing features- The same tattoo Faythe has...conencedence? I don't think so.
appearance -

He is not a person you would want to meet in a dark alley way, thats for ure. Standing as tall as he is, along with the fact that the guy i nothing but sheer muscle, he looks like some sort of as.sas.sin...then again he pretty much is. Though very muscular, he is not bulky like some sort of body builder, acually he is fast, really fast. Even with his dark looks and unlawful jobs, Jacve is a very kind person to those he's not ordered tp rob or such. This can be told by the grin that always lights his face, making his eyes seem lighter.

He, like Faythe, wears the darker clothing. A black t-shirt of some sort normally adorns his sculpted chest with a black duster over that to hide his weapons. He tends to wear some sort of black pants, not always jeans, and some sort of shoes that allows him to run.

((reinabella: Thankies! I will post my intro soon.

Earthrabbit1: Don't do that! I did not mean to run you off. Now i'll feel bad.))

Lopping out from the darkness that was a alleyway, a dark haired girl glanced uneasily around the street she had come upon. Reaching inside of her jean pockets, she was glad the the smooth leathery wallet was still in it's place, though not rightful. A soft sigh escaped her lips and she walked out of the alley as of she had some sort of purpose to attend to, glaring hatefully at anyone who dared get in her way. Keen ears picked up on any sort of police sirens that were sure to go off as soon as a angered man found out one of his most prized possessions were missing. A soft snicker at his stupidity for leaving the ob
ject unnattended left her mouth. It was days like this, no work, easy pickings, that made the world worth living in.

Someone bumped roughly into her side, and a string of cureses left her throat that made mothers with children turn the opposite direction. She hated it that this guy could sneak up on her so easily when few others could. People tended to call her as jumpy as a deer. "I hate you, I hope you know that." She mused the sentence as if it was spoken many a time. Then again it probably was, and she payed little to no more attention to the male next to her. Only a soft rummble of masculine laighter met her words. She could practically hear the words forming in her friends, or more partners, mouth and she took the wallet from her pocket to show him her job had been completed. He nodded.

A sudden blare rang thorugh the streets and red and blue flashing light illuninated the darkness of the alleys that were their only escape.Except for one, the park. Whirrping around to see what her partner was going to do, the cold eyes woman snarled in annoyance and pelted towards the safety of the park, her partner already gone. Running blindley, wanting to escape the horns of inprisonment, she finally allowed her self to slow to a quick jog. Looking behind her she smirked at the emty air. Her happiness was soon turned to surpirse when her feet slammed into something hard and she ended up face first into the ground. Cursing again, she jumped to her feet,legs braced apart and fists curled up, she was ready for a fight. Blinking, she looked at a guy and a girl instead of the police. A soft scoff left her mouth. "Sorry." She snapped curtley, clearly not meaning it. "I was not watching were I was going." She mentally killed her partner for leaving her in this kind of position.

Merielle blinked in momentary confusion, looking at the girl who has just been felled by her recumbent body. Propping herself up on her elbows Merielle gave a nod, smiling. "It's no trouble. Barely even felt it." She looked at her hip, which had been hit, then to James. He shrugged, looking at the girl with a look Merielle knew, but which would be unreadable to another. She gave a quick nod to him, her smile widening. He took over, his voice just a deeper tone than Meri's, with the same lilting Welsh accent that had a tendency to sounds Irish, but with longer vowels.

"You seem to be in quite a rush. why not relax? I'm James, by the way, and this is Meri." He tilted his head, as Meri's bright gaze settled quite noticeably on the girl's partner.

Faythe glanced over to see what the girl, Meri he'd called her, was looking at. A scowl broke on her face and her glare towards him spoke of pain to come. Jace only grinned slightly, rubbing the back of his head impishly. Faythe punched him, then turned to force a smile back the the girl. Her eyes rested for a second on the guy, James, for a second longer then Meri. Finally looking away, she litened for thesign of persuit. There was none. "Well, sorry again." She muttered bluntly, crossing her arms over her chest.

Jace sighed dramatically and rolled his eyes, having gotten used to her behavior long ago. Though her hits still hurt. "Don't mind my friend here, hse's always bad tempered." He could have swore he heard her mutter something along the lines of 'only around you.' "Though o get a apology out of her is a miricle in it's self." He bowed dramatically and flashed a white grin at the two. "I'm Jace, and the prickle over here is Faythe." He chose to ignore Faythe's next insult. "Relax eh? Love to really." Sitting down next to Merielle, Jace hid a laugh at his partners diusgruntled look. Finally she sat down as well, though more slow and stiffley. "Your not from around here are you?" He asked Merille, having noticed the two of them's accents. He preffered them really to Faythe drawling Kentucky one.   

With wry grins the two noticed Faythe's apparent unease, as well as her mood. James bit back a chuckle, instead musing to himself on the striking color of her eyes. "It's alright, really. Actually, I find it quite refreshing. Merielle is always so... Peppy. Every ray of sunshine deserves a cloud." Merielle grimaced but for a second, shooting a glare at her 'brother'. He chuckled good-naturedly, knowing he was every bit as sunny of disposition as the impish little girl beside him.

Of course, Merielle couldn't help but notice that Jace sat beside her. 'Finally, one who swings my way.' She was perfectly justified in this thought, as all the cute guys they ran into seemed drawn to James like moths to a flame. Girls as well, which less infuriating, but still ridiculous. She flashed him one of her more dazzling smiles, which caused quite a stir for James, to see his little sister act like a harlot. "No, we definitely aren't. We're Welsh, by birth. But some, ah, extenuating circumstances led to our coming here."

At this both of them grimaced, unwilling to even think of the force that had driven them to leave their country and escape to the States. Of course, it was hardest on Meri, though she had the good sense to give nothing away. It simply wouldn't do to bring up such a topic in front of new friends. She chose to continue on, having spotted a little of an accent in Jace. "And let me guess... German?" Meanwhile James turned to Faythe, rolling his eyes dramatically. "We best leave them to their flirting." This earned a sharp elbow from Merielle.