And Asphalt ran.

He felt like he was soaring above the asphalt, freeing himself from all of the constraints his life had burdened him with. Adrenaline piped through his veins, sweat trickled down his brow. The wind ran through his messy black locks, his eyes wide with exhilaration. Blood smeared his pants.

It seemed like a good idea at the time.

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I wanted something... interesting. So I decided to make a roleplay in which runaways and homeless teens join together and make a big... family. They join and create for themselves what they were destined to not have at first. Basically, it's a story of hope in a scene of hopelessness.

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~Rules~

Basic Res roleplaying rules. Romance and violence should be PG-16. Please be literate. Post your bio to join. I am expecting no Mary/Gary Sues, mainly because all of these characters are runaways and rebels. Of course they will have flaws.

I am Asphalt.

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~Bio~

Name: (Most of these will just be strange nicknames, since they are runaways.)

Age: (13-18, please.)

Gender:

Homless or Runaway?:

Appearance:

Personality:

History:

Crush:

Other:

((All fields must be completed, except for other. No fantasy crud, either. :x))

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Gender ratios:

5 boys. 5 girls. :D

Name:
Elisabeth Leigh (Zre is her new name... it means "the grim")

Age:
 17

Gender:
female

Homless or Runaway?:
runaway

Appearance:
Quite a lovely girl measuring about 5'3".  She has a nice nose and full lips that fit nicely to her face.  Her eyes are a deep emerald green, always cold; enough to send shudders through those who gaze upon them.  her face is framed by lavish dark brown locks that form light curls and fall to the mid of her back.  A bang of hair covers her left eye at times.  Her skin is faire, a light tan if you will.  She has a slender body, which compliments her other features.  She uses her seductiveness and cunningness to manipulate foes into doing her will. 

Personality: 
Cold hearted and harsh.  She is not one you would want to meet after dark.  She is wise and skilled, both mentally and physically.  Her best talent is her speed or agility; which allow her to run down any she matches with.  Her pretty face and structure just mask her true self.  For her temper often siezes her, and she is not one that is liked by even her birth family.  For fear consumes the hearts of onlookers when her name is whispered.  She is bold and isnt one to back down from a fight, no longer fearing death.  It is smart to stay off her bad side, if she has a good side.  She knows who she is and wont let anybody change it.  In a way, She "marches to the beat of her own drum"

History: 
Even as a child, highly disturbed as her parents would say.  Her mother killed in childbirth, her birth.  Her blood father remarried and disappeared when she was but 6.  With this new mother Elisabeth gained a stepbrother.  Who was 4 at the time he entered the household.  Making them 2 years apart.  His name is not of importance.  The stepmother stole her childhood... beating her when she spoke out or revolted.  Saying she was the reason her mother was dead...making her believe she was a monster.  Of course.  She never thought differently.  She senced the fear in this woman's voice.  She senced the hatred in her stance.  And this thought was what made her lips curl into a wicked grin.  Her "brother" made rude remarks, doing with her as he pleased.  Throwing, kicking, what ever he wanted.  It was a dark and bitter night.  The rain pelted on the shingles of the stone house located on the outskirts of the city.  She was 13.  She lived in the basement...the unfinished basement.  Her floor was dirt.  Her walls were cement.  And her cieling was of rotting wood.  The smell was putrid... the rats keeping her company through each day.  Each lonely night. She layed on the mattress of hay in the back corner.  Where no light could reach.  She listened ot the footsteps of her 'family' above her.  She jumped ot her feet as she heard the boy come down the steps.  He was 15.  "Hello Lizzy, want to play?" he stated in a teasing tone.  Elisabeth narrowed her eyes...  She had it.  "Not really.  Playing is for children." she growled.  He smiled, "Yes.  But what do you expect from an ugly thing like you?" he laughed.  Elisabeth narrowed her eyes, clenching her fists so the whites of her knuckles showed.  "Ha.  Funny.  Go to hell." she growled in between gritted teeth.  This ceased his laughter.  "W-What?  You little..." his anger rising.  He lunged for her.  She met him half way, driving a blade stolen from the kitchen into his center.  He choked once and fell to the ground.  A deep pool of crimson collecting at his feet...mixing with the debris of the basement floor.  the commosion was heard.  And she came down to investigate.  Her shriek shook the house, as she cradled her lifeless boy in her arms.  Elisabeth clutching the maroon dyed blade.  The woman retreated from the home.  Blood dying her skirts.  Of course.  The police were called.  But by that time, Elisabeth was gone.  She no longer had that name.  It wasnt the first time she killed.  Oh no.  She has just never been caught.

Some say she was legend.  Never being found.  They date her about 15 by now, if she existed.  Believers call her "Zre" and she is The Grim. 

Crush:
open ^^

Other:
nu

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Name:
Drake (not given last name)

Age:
18

Gender:
male

Homless or Runaway?:
a bit of both (explained in deion)

Appearance:
A well built man of his age.  His skin is quite pale, but it compliments his looks.  He has light blonde hair and deep grey eyes.  Like Zre, his nose and lips fit nicely to his face.  He is quite handsome, but is killing himself with the poisons he puts into his body (alcohol, drugs, ect...because of childhood exposure).  He is hard to impress, and a smile is rare on his face. 

Personality: 
Bitter, and cold.  He has a mystery about him, making many want to discover much more.  Who he is.  Where he came from.  He speaks through actions instead of words, his hatred towards all others enlighting the blackness of his heart.  A smile has never graced his face, he holds a sickly ex
pression next to a frown.  He is street smart, knowing his way around...and how to survive.  Because of his past, he does not have the respect towards people that one might expect.  In fact, he believes he is superior to the majority

History: 
He was born on the "streets".  In a dark alley to be precise, in the basement of an abandon apartment. For this was where his father lived.  He was taught at a young age to remain silent.  His "daddy" was hardly one of the sort.  His mother was only 16 when she had him.  She was a slave in a way.  being sold from master to master and they did to her as they pleased.  His father, he only knew him as "Ian", bought his mother in one of these hideous human trade market in this big city.  And as a result... she had him.  His father didnt see him as a son.  But instead as an heir to his kingdom of these hideous trades.  And by the age of 12, Drake was in command of his own mother.  by 15, he was dealing young girls his own age to strangers; and even owned his own people.  He didnt realize what he did was wrong.  For he was raised to do so.  His father was a drug adict and an alcoholic; impacting him to do the same.  Drake sold his own mother and other "propertys" to a new master... and was often beaten in his father's drunken rages.  By 17, he had his own place.  It was outside of the city... far away from the dealings of women and children... but every now and then, he returned to the city to check up on things.

Then he met "Zre" as they called her.  She was younger then him by two years, but she had the brains to form a friendship.  He knows of her past.  And his new goal...destroy the man that helped create him.

Crush:
psh.  no.

Other: 
He knows Zre.

joinage?  Fun be literate :D

((Are you literate, Blue? o3o

Hello there, Fun. :D If your appearance could be bordering realistic anime, that would work. Or a deion.))

Name: Asphalt. He forgot his real name long ago.

Age: 18.

Gender: Male.

Homless or Runaway?: Runaway.

Appearance: Asphalt has unkempt, long black hair that frames his cubic face shape. His eyes are an unnatural-looking electric blue, although he doesn't wear colored contacts. His nose dips up in a whimsical manner, and gives him a teasing air about him. He has full, bow-shaped lips that contrast harshly against his tanned skin tone. His eyebrows are rather thick, but fit well on his face. He has high cheekbones, and a large scar that spans from his upper cheek down to the nape of his neck, but it can't be seen in some light. He is lanky, but very skilled at fighting, due to experience since childhood.

Personality: Asphalt is rather teasing and flirty, despite his horrific past. He is a natural-born leader, and is good when faced with oppression. He is a migratory runaway, moving great distances every week, because he is constantly being followed. He is a fun person to be around, but is a bad influence.

History: Asphalt's real name was Aaron Tesorieri, although he can't remember it. He was born to a 15-year-old mom who was raped by a convict. He grew up in the projects, until he was about seven years old. His birth father came to his house, drunken, and brutally beat Aaron's mom to death, right before his eyes. Aaron ran, not old enough to fight.

The homeless of the area took after Aaron, but he was eventually found by child services, and taken to a boy's home. His father found him, and claimed him, only to beat him miserably and use him for his own means. Even though Aaron never went to school since he was seven, he was smart, so he figured out how to hotwire cars. He went to a juvenile delinquent center, but was released a few months later.

One night, Aaron's father was especially drunk, and went into a rage, cursing at Aaron, and telling him it was Aaron's fault that he killed Aaron's mom. Aaron couldn't take it. He got a gun, and shot his father. Then he ran, and took up the alias Asphalt.

Apparently, Asphalt's neighbor heard a shot, and went to investigate after Aaron had left. The neighbor found Asphalt's father lying dead on the floor, and blamed Aaron. The police tried to catch Aaron, but he was all the way in Queens by then.

Asphalt was not adorable anymore, and wasn't taken pity on in the streets. He had to fight and kill several homeless people to stay alive, which is where he got his scar. Asphalt has mellowed down, and won't hurt those who don't hurt him, but the police are still after him.

Crush: Open.

Other: Carries a knife around with him at all times, and currently lives under a bridge in New York.

Name: Dragger Thompson

Age: 17

Gender: male

Homless or Runaway?: runaway

Appearance:

 (also carries a sword on his back)

Personality:

Quiet, kind, and conscientious. Can be depended on to follow through. Usually puts the needs of others above his own needs. Stable and practical, they value security and traditions. Well-developed sense of space and function. Rich inner world of observations about people. Extremely perceptive of other's feelings. Interested in serving others.

History: Dragger doesnt like to talk about it but. His mom and dad were drugies and acholics he couldn't stand it any more. He had to get out he was always abused when his parents got drunk. He started failing school and the abuse got worse. One night he told his parents he was staying at a friends, but he lied and ran far away now he hides in a forest away from police and other people who will turn him in.

Crush: open.

Other: is a good swordsman

((Alright I'll join, this is pretty cool XD))

Name|| Jessica, Last name, not important

Age|| Seventeen

Gender|| Female

Homless or Runaway?|| Runaway

Appearance|| Jessica stands at an even height of 5'5, and has mocha (fair) coloured skin. She is a considerably pretty girl. She has a small nose, and olive green eyes and full-ish pink lips. Her hair is black with blue and purple extention the reaches just below her shoulders. Now Jessica isn't what you'de call flat chested, there is definately something there, but then again not as much as Pamela Anderson, but just enough to get what she wants from guys. She has a tattoo of a dragon on her shoulder, and a scar running from her elbow halfway up her forearm. (I couldn't really fit that part in well XP) She is often seen wearing her black combat boots and her leather jacket. She always wears tight black skinny jeans that are torn at the knees, and a fitted purple v-neck. She has a few more items of clothing, which she washes in the laundremat when she gets money off people.

Personality|| Jessica isn't exactly the nicest person. She's unfriendly, rude, and has a fiery temper. (I'm working on it. But she kinda acts like Kat from 10 Things I Hate About You)

History|| Her history, not as  gruesome as some. She was always a rebelious girl, even as a child. Refusing to play with barbies, getting into fights with the boys, getting suspened. While girls begged for ballet lessons Jessica beged for karate lessons. She did judo, karate, kung fu you name it.

It wasn't until she was fifteen things really changed, he paren't got a divorce and she forced to move from house to house. Her mother hated her, and her father...don't make her talk about him. So anyways, when her mother refused to keep her any longer she was forced to live with her dad, and he was pretty abusive. He drank, smoked and had a differen't hoochi over every night. Not to mention his idiot poker friends did stuff her that she doesn't want to go into. So she grabbed some cloths, her dads wallet, and with drew everything from her account and most of what was in her fathers, then she was gone. Constantly moving from town to town never really settling down. She learn how to pick pockets and use her looks to trick guys into giving her stuff.

Crush|| Haha, no.

Other|| A few years ago she found a stray rottweiler. The dog became attached to her and now follows her around, he's rather obedient if not agressive. She named him Nike. (is that alright?)

((I'll finish this in a sec...))

((I am describing their appearence now ^^

EDIT: how's that?))

Name:Alyssa Bloodrose ( Is called Angel, because she's nice if your not a stranger

Age: 16 and three quarters

Gender:Female

Homless or Runaway?:Runaway

Appearance:tle="Poor Hobo Girl by ~dark-moon1820, Jan 28, 2010 in Manga/Anime > Digital Media > Drawings">

(Except she has ripped jeans and an old tee shirt.)

Personality:Angel is kind and sweet when you know her, but if you are a harmful stranger to her family....You're as good dead. She turns into a killing machine.So, in other words, don't get on her bad side, and you'll be okay.

History:Angel has been on the run for 4 years, so she has experience.Angel was hurt,humiliated, andframed. She knows how to take care of the younger members and the older. She likes to cook, so she does what she can for the family.

Crush:Open

Other:Joinage?

((mercy: your personality is like Zre's persona/history xDD  "cold hearted, killer, stay off her bad side" xD))