{{Call me Loyal}} WIP {{I'll call you loyal too}}

[fireheart]

: SCOUT HUNT :

-Boy, when you're dead, they really fix you up. I hope to hell when I do die somebody has sense enough to just dump me in the river or something. Anything except sticking me in a goddamn cemetery. People coming and putting a bunch of flowers on your stomach on Sunday, and all that crap. Who wants flowers when you're dead? Nobody.-

BASiC FACTS...

Baptized, withNAMEA perfect name
Scout Fearripper Hunt
The doubting oneAGEBy heart
24
AloneGENDERWithout himself
Male
War between himSEXUALITYAnd the day
Straight
Need someoneLOYALTYTo blame
Revolution
In the endJOB DESCRIPTIONLittle can he do alone
Background Head
You believeROLEBut what you see
Secondary job, if any.
You recievePLAYBut what you give
Klayton Scott

LEARN THE...

Caress the one the neverP.HYSICALFading rain in your heart

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The tears ofM.ENTALSnow white sorrow

[/i]bad way. He sometimes scares the young ones with his ways. He is also not very happy. You say flowers, he says black roses, you say smile, he says smile for death. You say love, he says hate. You say classical, he says death metal. Really, he belongs to 'the dark side' if such a thing exists.[/ul][/blockquote]

Caress the oneHISTORICALThe hiding amaranth

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In the landBIOLOGICALOf the daybreak

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Apart fromSKILLSThe wandering pack

• Great fighter
  
• Bullet
  
• Minimum
  
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In this breifWEAKNESSESFlight of time

• Being Positive
  
• Happiness
  
• Kind to only some
  
• Speaks his mind
  
• 
  

We reach for theFEARSOnes who ever dare

• Five
  
• Bullet
  
• Minimum
  
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Caress the one the neverAMBITIONSFading rain in your heart

• Five
  
• Bullet
  
• Minimum
  
• 
  
• 
  

OPEN ROAD...

//PLAYING IT STRAIGHT\\
In between insulting someone's mother and threatining to break down the door, there was a 'Let me in, you bloody imbicel!!
Frowning, the man stood up and walked over to the door, snatching his staff up as he did so. He pushed a button at the end of a staff, and a long, deadly looking blade snapped out from a hidden compartment. "Who is it?" He growled.
"Santa! Now let me in, Leo, or I'll give you a whack on the head as your present!" The angry voice replied.
The man sighed. He knew that impatient voice. "Hold on, Jazz." He opened the door and came face to face with a soaking wet girl. She looked around twenty-five. She had jagged hair that fell down to her shoulders. It was the colour of autmn leaves. Her eyes were a mysterious colour. Grey, with red rings flaring out from the centers of them. Her four canine teeth were unusually sharp, making it look as if she had fangs, and he had a nasty looking wound on her let cheek. It looked recent.
"You leave me in the rain. You leave me in the rain with no weapon. You leave me in the rain, with no weapon when someone out there is trying to hunt me down and kill me!" She pointed to the wound on her cheek.
"Yeah.. What?" Leonardo scratched his cheek, which had annoying grey stubble on it. He really should shave.. 'And get a hair-cut' He mused as he tugged at the thin, grey ponytail that hung from the back of his head. He closed the door and ushered Jasmine to the fire.
"Water witch. Sent by Fiend. Hooked my mouth with one of those blasted calws," she pointed to the wound on her cheek again. "Through the jaw, through the cheek." She raised her head slightly to give him a better look. There was another wound that looked exactly the same as the one on her cheek. But this one was on her jaw. "That witch had long claws! Actually, wait.. I'm feeling a bit weird.. Uhm, Leo? I think I forgot to clean the wound.. The poison's still i-" With that she fell to the floor, out like a light.
"You're a bloody idiot, you know that, Jazz?" Leonardo muttered as he picked her up and layed her on the couch. He then went into the kitchen to get his bag. Hopefully he had the right herbs to get the poison out. He didn't really fancy calling that crazy old hermit healer again. Last time was bad enough.

THE PuPPETEER

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The certifies that
Gemma
Was born on the 17/12/94, and is now:
14
Hailing from
Twilight's Rain/The Clans/Ableris/Exam-room 13
And having lived in the aforesaid for:
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Fallen: Just changed the header a little, I'm sorry!
Fireheart: No probs ^_^[/right][/blockquote][rand=154181266965225161276208097866452594489158916588648888291379663533]