[[And finally, my bio! ^^ I didn't realize it was so long until I copied it onto here. /sob When the time comes, I promise my guy bio won't be as long. ;-;

Name: Aria Stark.

(Though she does know her last name from her short days in kindergarten, as far as she knows, no one in the village goes by this name. And after around ten years on the street, Aria can’t recall much from her pre-street life, for street life was brutal and was just about all she could afford think about in order to survive the abuse caused by the other villagers. A short moment of distraction could cost her her life, meaning her parentage was the least of her concerns.)

Age: 15

Gender: Female.

Appearance: Aria has a light, subtle tan from her stolen moments in the sun. Although she’s quite content with her tan, it isn’t the reason she adores the sun.

Along with her tan, Aria has big, hazel eyes, clear skin, and long, flowing hair. Aria absolutely loves her hair, but little does she know, it’s the reason she must suffer through street life and the abuse the comes along with it.

Not only did her hair grow at inhuman speeds (over an inch a day), but it would replenish itself within seconds after being cut. And it did not have a definite colour for it changed with the seasons; mimicking the colour change in leaves. Winter is the only season her hair didn't mimic the colour of the leaves (for obvious reasons), but instead took on the colour of pure, untouched snow.

Personality: Though she has the aesthetic details most would kill for, and awe-inspiring hair, Aria could never find it within herself to say something, anything, to the people of the village. You'd think being blessed with such pretty looks would make someone radiate confidence and charisma, but that was definitely NOT Aria. As far back as she can remember, she has never uttered a single word; and she didn't plan to either.

Additionally, Aria is very, er, educationally deprived due to the fact the mere sight of her (or more specifically: her hair) summons violent waves of fear, anger or disgust within the other villagers. At a very young age, her parents (or rather, her human parent) abandoned her and then was promptly kicked out of school. Having very little education, Aria is very simple-minded. Even if she wanted to talk to someone, she wouldn't have much to say.

Other: Now, the reason Aria loved the sun? It was like a mother (or a father) to her. The sun has always been there, watching over her as she grew up through the rough years on the street; giving her strength when she needed it most. When the sun shines down on her, she feels the happiness and strength that her parents deprived her of when they left her alone on the streets. And as Aria falls asleep each night, she falls asleep knowing that the sun will rise to watch over her the next morning. This alone is what keeps her going. When she wakes up in the morning, and sees the sun shining down on her, she feels motivated to work toward the time when she could walk the streets and soak in the sun without being bothered, abused or cursed at. And although she knows she will never be able to fill the gaping hole in her heart, Aria feels there is a connection between herself and the sun that will suffice.]]

[[Haha, well, I'd rather not keep you guys waiting for so long again while I come up with another bio, but if either Fire or RuRu would prefer not to, then I could try for a guy character. ;o]]

( I am fine with making a male Character :)

( Ya! )

[[Awesome. c: I can't wait. OH, and Unique, if you'd still like a sample of my writing, I could rmail a link to an rp I was recently in. ;o]]

Name: Geonova Karr

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Appearance: Geonova stands at about five foot five, he's kind of small for his age, but he doesn't let that get him down. He is covered in ivory skin, lightly sun kissed from being outside. His hair is jet black, not too uncommon for the peopl of the village, they didn't really find out about his heritage from that. He has a girlishface, making  him look feminine in a way and his body has a slight feminine curve to it. His jet black locks fall down to his shoulders, just above where the shoulders meet the neck. He had a small scar over his right eye from falling from a tree as a toddler. The villagers found out about his dryad heritage through his eye color. His eyes are a striking blood red(right) and a golden amber (left) color. 

He often wears jeans or slacks, whatever is appropriate for the time. He adorns himself with a silver chain around his neck that is attachedto a small vile that contained a redliquid, given to him by his brother, who he hasn't seen in over ten years due to people finding out about his past. He often wears a long sleeved shirt that falls over his left shoulder, but he doesn't seem to mind it, even thought it makes him look like a girl. 

Personality: Geonova is a flamboyant guy, just loving the gestures and openness of it. He tends to be very out there, but not so much so that people look at him weird. He loves to have fun and draw, which is something he does often. He likes to laugh at anything, even if it seems stupid or not funny to others. He takes enjoyment out of making people feel good about themselves and make them happy. He is a happy guy normally, but after people started to shun him, he felt no need to smile as much. He felt pretty sad and always had a serious look on his face, but people didnt reallt pay attention. He alwaystried to hide his eyes and pulled his hood over his head, trying to hide his eyes, but it never worked, so now he flaunts his unusual eye color to people, but again, people didnt really care. He foundcomfort in the stars above because they never judge him and they were always there when he needed someone to talk to or just something pretty to look at.

Other: He goes by the name Nova because he once saw a supernova go off when he was little and his name had Nova in it. Nova also carries around a pencil and a pad of paper to draw when he felt like it.

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Name: Ryu Onhihara

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Personality: Ryu has a personality to match the way people have treated him for being a dryad. He's cold to them and doesn't like to be around the people of teh village too long, or he fears he may snap at one of them. He has a look to his eyes that demands respect but it's shattered. His emotions don't noramlly show themselves when Ryu is around people, which he prefers. His icy personality also keeps people away from him, even if he hears them mutter and stare and whisper about how his kind threw the village into this curse. His heart is covered in a la
yer of ice that he doesn't want to break. He wants people to stay away from him because of what he believes they think about him. He's tried to shut him emotions off, but every ocne in a great while, they'll slip and he'll let them loose. He is mainly sad that the people treat them how they do, but he can't do anything about it. His comfort comes from the animals that are around. They are unjudging of his hair ais background. He is a kind guy at heart, but not many get to see that side of him because of his history with the people. He is loveable and nice to those he deems okay.

Appearance: Ryu stands at a good five foot seven and a half. Yes, a half. He likes to think he's still quite tall. His skin is ivory in color and hasn't really seen the light of day, so he is pale, but it's a nice healthy kind of pale. He has a somewhat manly face, but not to where it's like a butcher's, which are relatively buff and square chinned. He has a medium build, to where you can tell he has a bit of muscle on him. The way his body curves gives him some hip, but not very much. He has an X shaped scar over his right cheek from an accident that he doesn't really remember, but he knows it hurt and it happened. His eyes are lovely pale green with a darker green ring along the outside of his iris. His hair is what really gave away his dryad background. Stright white as snow locks spike back on his head and never seem to fall. His hair is long when it's wet, falling to around the middle of his neck. 

Ryu tends to wear darker pants and shoes. His shirts are simple, black. He adorns himself with an obsidian earring in both ears, one has a chain attached to it that connects to a cuff on the top of his ear. He walks around with a black cloak around his person. The frayed bottom reaching his calves. He keeps the hood up a majority of the time, especially if he knows he's going to be seen by others. Otherwise, he leaves it down, letting his snow white hair catch the sun.

Other: Ryu tends to be caught with a little black cat. He keeps it in his house or in his hood when he's walking around alone. He adores the night and loves staying up, but he can't stay up long and ends up falling asleep about an hour or two after the sun has set.

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((of course. I've played two males before, twins actually. ANd thanks about the comment. That makes me pretty happy. And okay. Tomorrow.))

[[;-; I'm not sure if I'll be able to get a post in tomorrow, unfortunately. I have a huuuge test to study for. You guys can go ahead and post though. ;o I might be able to. Just thought I'd warn you guys in case.]]

RYU

Screaming. That's all that cut through the empty blackness of the abyss. There wasn't anything around to make that noise but it was there, cutting through the night like a warm knife through butter. Images of a large fire flashed through the blackness, lighting it up like the sun in the night sky. The screams were coming from something not human, or maybe it was from a human. The trees burned and the people fled, that's it. There was an eerie silence that followed the chaos of the fire. The wind blew ashes upon ashes of burned trees and leaves along the ground. They swirled around like grey snow. The silence was deafening and it wouldn't let up, the people standing on the edge of the burned forest. A single tree wasn't burning. An apple tree. The tree burst into flames and the light of the sun streamed through nailed wood on a window.

He jumped up and screamed, for a split second. The dream scared him. He hadn't been alive when the forest burned, but he heard stories of it. The whole forest was pretty much set ablaze with vibrant reds of fire. These dreams kept coming to him, ever since he could remember. He panted and wiped the sweat from his face, rubbing his face with the edge of his shirt. He sighed deeply and rubbed his eyes. He looked to the window and noticed the sun had just started to rise. If he wanted to get some fresh air, he needed to get out now. He ran his hand through his snowy hair. He flipped the blankets off his body and stood up, his barefeet cold with the fall air coming in through the boarded windows of the abandoned building he used as a home. He stretched and grabbed a bowl he kept by his bed. Another day just meant another day of hiding deep in the shadows or even just hiding away. He opened the rickety door to his home and walked out, quickly reaching the stone border of the cursed village.

He sighed and walked along the edge, wanting nothing more than to walk right out of this village and never be judged for something he didn't do. Maybe if he could somehow reverse or lift the curse, people could see that he wasn't a bad person. He chuckled to himself and shook his head, scolding himself for thinking about it. Really Ryu? You think you can do that alone? Not even in your dreams. Ryusighed, knowing his brain was right. How could he manage that? He looked up and saw the well he was looking for, needing the water inside before anybody woke up and started to give him those horid looks or distaste. If only he had someone with him, maybe he wouldn't need to go throughthis. If only people were more open to the idea of change.

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GEONOVA

The horizon was just starting to light up with the first rays of the sun. The blackness of the night was fading and giving way to a darker blue which would then brighten to reds and oranges while the sun rose higher and higher in the sky. The stars had long since started to fade from the black blanket of the night sky. The moon fading like a ghost into the background of the day. The darkness was fading and the brightness was soon going to take over. If only the village worked the same way. The cursed village would shun those that were different and many wouldn't feel welcome, because they weren't. The people let the darkness in their hearts become all they saw when it came to those who were different. The darkness consumed the people's lives and couldn't be erased, even by the sun.

He sighed heavily and rubbed his sleepy eyes of any crud. The sun was gently lighting up and warming his frozen form. His face was first to warm and his black hair warmed up quickly due to the dark color. The sun was kind of like a warming blanket in the winter, always there and always warming. The way the darkness was warded offand the warming brightness was brought in. He opened his eyes and blinked, the roof not giving him any shelter from the sun's rays. Two different colored orbs brightening with the sun. He looked toward the sun, but not directly at it. He yawned and looked out on the village from the roof he was sitting on. Nobodywas awake, but that really didn't matter. The people didn't care for him. He let out a sighed againand folded up the blanket he was using,placing it under an open roof board. He jumped off the roof and headed out toward the stone line that made up the border of the village.

He looked out and tried to imaging what it would have looked like if the people hadn't been cursed. If the forest of old hadn't been burned and then cursed. He gave a sighed and wrapped his arms around his body. Comeon Nova. Think realistically. This is your reality. This is your life. He shook his head and grabbed his jet black hair in his hands. "No.. I can change this. I know i can, but not by myself. Not without some help." He looked out to the horizon where the hills kissed the sky in a gentle way. He walked along the rocks, not really caring where he was going or who saw him. He could always tie the blindfold around his eyes, fake blidness. He shook his head.Idiot.... Don't hide. Don't let them get to you. never let them tell you how to feel about your eyes. He smiled a little, making himself feel a bit better.

(hope that wasn't too long...)

Aria knew the sun was rising even before she opened her eyes. Though she had no feeling in her hair (thank goodness – attempted haircuts would have been a terrible experience), for as long as she could remember, she’d feel these weird sensations in her scalp at the same times every day; dawn, dusk and noon. After living on the streets for most of her life, Aria didn’t know these weird sensations weren’t natural. The first few days startled her, but Aria quickly accepted it as part of her life. She almost welcomed it now. It was funny really, she could swear her hair loved the sun almost as much as she did. She could feel it with each of the sensations.

Groggily, Aria opened her eyes and turned her head to the east. Sure enough, the sun was just peeking out over the horizon. It wouldn’t be long until she would have to move and find a place to hide out for the day. After quickly assessing herself for any new bruises or injuries she may have acquired during her sleep, she gets up, relieved to find no one had done anything to her while she was asleep. The thing was, once the sun dipped below the horizon, all the energy inside Aria would suddenly escape and she would collapse on the spot. And the moment she hits the ground, she’s out cold until dawn the next day.

Sticking her arms into the pocket of her black, pull-over sweater, Aria sets off, wondering how much longer she’d have to go through this same routine.

After about 10 minutes of wandering, Aria was beginning to get frustrated. She was running out of places to hide. There wasn’t much unoccupied space in a village where no one died or left, and if she didn’t find a space to hide, she’d be left to stand out in the open, giving the other villages a golden chance to beat, swear and throw things at her. Street life alone was hard, but having to be wary of everyone and everything? It made life almost impossible to bear.

Having no home, nowhere to run, and not a soul to help her, Aria sat herself down and decided it was time for a nap. At least for a while, she could live someone else's life.

RYU

The rising sun relfected off the dew on the grass, making the grass seem like glass. Each blade glistening in its own way, its own light. They were gently mused by the sof, chilly breeze that lapped at the hills. Some dew drops falling off the blades and dropping into the dirt below. The well stood on top of a hill and gathered the most sun during the day. The old stones worn with the years it has been in that spot. There was something about the oldness that seemed calming, but the wind shattered that with its icey breath.

The icy breeze seemed to be colder even with the rays of  the sun warming up the atmosphere. It nipped at his exposed neck and sent a shiver down his spine. The breeze mused his snowy hair and made them reflect the sun even more so than normal. Ryu ran a hand through his locks and continued to lower the small pitcher into the well, needing water for the day before anybody woke up. He hated his snowy hair. It was so obvious that he was dryad, giving people the immediate knowledge to taunt him, ridicule him, throw stuff at him, beat him, and anything else they did. He had many scars from particularly bad beatings and sharp objects being thrown at him. He finally heard a small splash and gave a small smile. He had his water. He let the pitcher sit there and then pulled the rope up, his fresh water coming up. He grabbed the china pitcher and untied the rope. He finally looked up.

He was surprised to see a person standing a little ways down the hill, looking towards him. His eyes widened and he looked at the girl. His heart sank and his stomach jumped intohis throat. He let out a shuddering breath and held the pitcher closer to his body, not wanting his precious water to be wasted if he got scared. He backed up and reached for his hood, quickly pulling it over his head, hiding his snowy white hair. He let out a small sigh and walked towards the girl a little, his abandoned cabin was closer that way than the back way. He let out a shuddered breath and started to walk toward her, pulling his hood over his head more. As he approached her, he noticed the darkness of her eyes. They weren't natural, but he couldn't really tell if she was dryad. He stoped a little ways from her, just looking at her from under his hood. The hood was blown off from a sudden wind and his snowy hair once again revealed in the sun.

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GEONOVA

The sun's rays continued to warm his skin and bring a little warmth to his insides. He smiled contently as he continued his way down the stoney border of the town. He wanted desperately to reach out past the border and leave this town. His smile faded just as the sun relfected off his eyes. The two colors glowing brightly in the sunlight. He couldn't stand the village's cruel jokes and constant ridicule. It was horrible. He had to hide in the shadows to avoid a daily beating, avoid the people who saw him as an evil curse that the village is forced to live with. He shook his head and stopped at a small abandonded cottage. Or, so it seemed. He could hear a light purring coming from inside, but it didn't seem like there was a human in the cottage. He peeked in and smiled. A cat was curled up on a bed and he made a small noise, beckoning the cat awake.

The feline mewled and awoke from its slumber,padding over to the window and jumping to the boy. It merled again and its stomach growled. Nova giggled and carried the kitty, placing it in his hood. He nodded and was happy that the cottage seemed unoccupied. He didn't need to find a shadow to find in and he didn't need to worry about the weather, which was always unpredictable. He knew just where to get the cat some water and food. He turned on his heel and headed toward the hill witht he well, just over that was a small section of river that flowed just within the barrier of the village, allowing fresh fish to be caught when they needed.

Just as he approached the hill, Nova noticed a boy and a girl standing by the well. His heart forze and he slunk back intoa shadow, watching them. The boy's hood was blown off by a sudden breze, revealing his snoy white hair. Nova let out asmall gasp, not loud enough for them to hear, but he knew he could hear it. The boy was of his kind, Dyrad. The girl, he wasn't sure. He was afraid of her ridiculing him any second, maybe throwing at him. He kept his eyes trained on the girl and boy.