((We start when all of the character slots are filled out.

Pirates: Some people are confused right now. If there is still a male spot left when we straighten everything out, you may join. I will rmail you when everybody is un-confused, including myself.))

((Lakeore: Since Rika only joined as one guy, you may join as another one. Since you asked if you could join as another guy previously))

Name:Oak Parrn

Age: 15

Gender:Male

Species:Human

Appearance: Pic in one sec.

Personality: Preferably silent and even a little bit scary sometimes. He has one daggered loo that make even stone crawl and he is almost always stern. A real hard type. When he speaks its usually criticizm but on the inside, he really does feel compas.sion for a few things. He needs someone to bring out the best in him. Can't stand people who talk to much, and bugs are one of his big pet peeves

Power: Control over gravity.

Weapon: Double Sax Knifes. A sax knife is a type of knife that is made so that is can't break and requires little attention for cleaning since it repells blood and dirt.

Crush: None yet.

Other: Be is actually blind in his left eye but it never changed color so no one knows.

((I will start.))

There were people circling her. The room was black. Strange symbols were on the walls. Everything was silent. Their mouths were moving, but no sound was coming out. The girl on the floor who was being circled was terrified. She had her hands covering her eyes, trying to block out the images. But every time she closed her eyes, something would shock her. The faces changed from normal people to monsters with fangs. Huge, huge fangs. The girl shrieked as one of the fanged monsters moved towards her. Then, it ended.

Freya jumped from her bed and hit her head on the top of the bunk. She was covered in a cold sweat and was breathing heavily. "It was just a dream," she muttered to herself, relieved. She had been having strange dreams for the past few days, and wasn't really sure why. She was continuously waking up with that strange feeling that someone was watching her, but she had learned to ignore it by now. She got up from her bed and slipped. She landed on her back, temporarily knocking the breath out of her. Once she caught her breath, she looked for what she had slipped on. Underneath her bed, she found a metallic case with a strange symbol on it. She opened the case to find a key and a dvd.

Freya curiously put the dvd into the tv in her room. A man with a shaded face came onto the screen. She looked at it and squinted. The man on the screen said, "Hello, Freya." Freya nearly jumped ten feet off of the ground. "I need you to listen." She ran her fingers through her hair and sat down on the floor. "I know about you. I know about your powers." Her eyes widened. "I also know about that longsword under your bed," the man said. This was really starting to freak Freya out. "Go to the live oak tree in front of the orphanage. There, you will meet six others like you." She tilted her head to the side, almost like a dog in thought. "I know you're wondering why I'm doing this. It's because I know that you want to figure out who you are and what you could've been." Freya looked down. "Keep the key. You will need it later. Oh, and take your sword. You'll need it to fend off some... things." The screen went blank.

Freya slipped on lightweight coat and grabbed her sword. She hid the sword under her coat and tucked it loosely down her pants. She left the handle exposed. She snuck through the hallways of the orphanage and walked out to the oak tree. She climbed up into it. Then, she noticed that it was still dark. "What time is it?" She whispered to herself.

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Jacob had been awake for a while now, and had watched his tape. He was seated in the higher branches of the oak tree, waiting for others to arrive. By watching him, you would think that he knew more about the situation that he really did. He pulled out a small pocket knife and stuck it into the tree. He was carving his name into it. Then, he saw Freya. He stayed up into the tree and made sure that she wasn't just coming up there to hide.

Oak lay awake, staring at the ceiling, imagining pictures in the wood roof that weren't really there. He never really got a deep sleep, and yet..... he never really did sleep at all. It was always like visions flashing before his eyes since he was a little kid. Nothing seemed to make sense. Nothing at all ever since he had come to this cursed place. This stupid orphanage were people who weren't wanted were dumped of and forgotten. He had only been five when his dad had thrown him in here. Even to this day, Oak could still remeber his dads face and he cursed it. The boy had always had a talent in art, so occasionally he would draw his fathers face and then throw darts at it, hitting every spot that would be the most painful. Eyes, mouth, Nose and the like. It helped some of the anger, but it was only a piece of paper, not the real thing. Oh how he would love to get his hands on the real thing and make him pay for dumping him here were he was legally stuck till someone adopted him or he turned eighteen. Shaking his head, he glared at the darkness around him, wishing to get away. No one would adopt him, and he really didn't want to be adopted. Sure he had many interveiws but  all those people were just goody toshoes who wouldn't want to deal with the likes of Oak. It made his day to go into the conference room and laugh in their faces. His one enjoyment.

Feeling parched, the boy tried to sit up in bed and swing his legs out of the covers to the cold wood floor below. As he rose up, a wieght like a anvil stopped him, pushing him flat on his back against the bed again. There seemed to be a flash of light and then everything relaxed. Blinking quickly, the boys eyes darted around till they fell on a little metal box at the end of his bed. First instinct told the boy not to touch it. Second thought was that it was some joke that the younger kids were attempting to play on him and Finally the last thought was more one of curiousity. What was in it? Slowly, he wieghed the pros and cons of opening it up, and the pros won out in a landslide. Bending down, he flipped the latch open and dumped the contents of the box onto his bed. Out fell a DVD and a small copper key with a black cord attatched to it. Raising one eyebrow, he examined each item in turn and then popped the DVD into his laptop that he had bought with his own money. It had taken three years to earn it all but it seemed to be worth it. The screen was blank for a second and then a figure appeared. The figure knew and spoke his name, giving him a bunch of junk about powers and weapons. For once, he was just plain out tired of all this junk that people tried to pull on him. Shutting the laptop, he glanced around his room once and then headed outside. Even if all that the person said was a bunch of bologne, he would still give a pounding to whoever was at that tree. They would have something to do with that video and he would make them understand how uncool it was to mess with him.

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Bree Slipped down the hallway as stealthy as a churchmouse. After years in this place, the girl had learned exactly which floorboards squeecked, which creaked and which remained silient under her wieght. Sometimes though, it seemed like even if she touched the noisy ones, the noise wouldn't come for a long time. And even when she could have sworn the head mistriss would be out and apon her in an instant, nothing ever happened. This time, she was headed for the living space out in the center of the building. Earlier that day she had left her book in there and now that she was sure everyone had gone to bed, Bree wanted to go get it. Her blonde hair flipped from side to side as she peered down another hallway before moving on, making a swift run through the p*censored*ageway, jumping at some parts and tiptoeing at others. Stealth was the whole point of this.

Finally she reached the room which her book lay and grabbed it quickly, running her hands over the leather cover. It had been a gift to her on her tenth birthday. A book of stories, ones of magic, mystery, and amazement. It was one of her most prized possesions. She actually wasn't sure who had given it to her though. It had come in the mail marked to her.... but there was no card, and no return name. It was strange. Turning back towards the rooms, she began to walk foreward again, book in hand, when her bare toe slammed into something hard. Biting her lip to keep from yelling,The girl glanced down. A little metal box was at her feet, sitting as if it had always been there though she could have sworn it hadn't been. The light from the windows illuminated a symbal on the top of it, one she had never seen before. Bending down, she examined the box before slowly opening it to find a Dvd and a key with a gold cord through it. Frowning, she grabbed the dvd and pushed it into the tv in the living area, putting the brightness of the screen and the volume as low as it would go. What she say scared her honestly. WHoever that person was must have been a wackjob. She had no power and no weapon, no skills other than her memory and being quiet. But frightened she grabbed the key and her book and turned to the door. A noise came from the hallways just then and a boy she had never met before tromped through the room and out the front door without even noticing her. Frowning, she rushed to catch up with him, curious if he was going to the tree as well.

Holly stared at the poster under her bed. She had drawn a bird flying away from the prison she was held in. She shook her head before looking at her katana. Her fingers ran across the sharp blade that glowed in the moonlight. Grabbing the hilt of her sword she looked over to her side and saw a small box with a really weird symbol on it. Her hand wrapped around the small ob
ject and she brought it closer to her. When she opened it she found a dvd and a small br*censored* key. Holding the small ob
ject in her hand she crawled out from under her bed. Standing up Holly dusted herself off before grabbing a small silver chain that she wore almost all the time. The key slid down the chain slowly until it reached the middle. Fastening the clip she smiled looking at her new necklace in the small cracked mirror on her nightstand.

She reached under the bed and grabbed the dvd. Looking at it she put into the small tv she bought a couple years ago. Turning it on she lowered the volume and watched the tape. A man was talking about her power and other things that she did not pay attention to. "Grab your katana and meet the others outside by the oak tree." He said and she nodded. "Alright sir!" She whispered walking back over to her bed. Picking up her worn plush dog she smiled. "Guess what Mr. Snufflies? We're getting out of here!" She said happily. Holly hugged the small toy and grabbed her katana. "Katsumi." She muttered staring at the blade.

Holly opened the small window that led to the outside world. She smiled taking a beep breath of fresh air. She crawled outside of the window and slowly climbed down the old brick building. This was her favorite way out and she used it many times. When Holly reached the ground she looked at Mr. Snufflies and then to Katsumi. She nodded and headed for the oak tree in the front yard. When she looked around the side of the building she saw one person already there. She looked for others but didn't see anyone there. "Hi." She whispered approaching the girl. "I think it may be around twelve." Holly said looking at the position of the moon. "Maybe even one." Returning her attention to the girl she smiled. "Did you get the tape thing too?" She asked happily.