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[Fang]

Nice.

Hey! Guess who made JV softball as a freshman? (Hint: IT'S ME!! )

And oh my god! It's so cold here! And we had practice outside today!

[DI2k]

Congratulations, Fangie.~ Ice knows absolutely nothing about baseball/softball... But good job nonetheless, haha.~

Metal, good job to you too.~ I'll stalk along. Still being iffy with joining roleplays these days. >>

Edit: Looking for an online CTY course or two. Any suggestions?

Edit #2: And here's Sera a nice and edited.~

~*BOY*~
Username: DragonIce2000 (Ice)
Name: Seraphe Zane Angelus
Nickname: Escort

Spoiler

Age: 17
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Lover: Oh, he’s had plenty. None right now, though. He hasn’t taken many clients recently.
How Did He Get His Nickname?: 'Escort' is one of the many names for people working in his... Profession. He used to find it a little insulting, but nowadays he’ll just smirk and offer you his ‘services’.
Ability: Seraphe's power deals with the sight. He can change the way he sees, from light to vibrations to heat to sounds to scents. He is also capable of making illusions, though he needs to focus harder with these. Any break in his concentration will disperse the illusion.
Picture:
Appearance: Seraphe is rather girly in appearance, and has been mistaken for a girl on more than one occasion. He stands at 5’ 8”, with a slim, delicate build, his big eyes framed by long, thick lashes and full lips with the slightest pale pink tint.
His hair is longish, reaching the base of his neck in the back. His bangs are rather long as well, and he sweeps them over his left eye. His hair is midnight black, with two dyed-in streaks of white and blue. He can never seem to tame his hair, either. It’s always sort of charmingly tousled, in an, ‘I just got out of someone else’s bed’ sort of way. As a result, he can frequently be seen wearing hats. Mostly beanies.
Seraphe’s eyes were formerly a lovely sky blue color. After receiving his powers, the color drained from them, and are now so near white that it’s impossible to see the faint tint of blue still in them. Only a slim ring of his former eye color remains around his iris. When using his powers, his eyes glow faintly silvery blue.
As to be expected from someone of his profession, Seraphe’s closet poses a rather interesting image. On a day-to-day basis he prefers to wear loose, V-neck shirts (He’s fond of stripes. And blue and white and black and gray and other pastel-colored solids. Also checkerboard patterns.) and skinny jeans. Scarves are great too. Occasionally, he might go and put on a dress or leather pants or heels or something (mostly because he’s collected quite some number of odd fetish outfits through his work). You know, because it’s totally normal to do that.
Sera wears a lot of silver jewelry, mostly chains and and bracelets and necklaces. Much of his jewelry features angel wings and crosses. He’s also got a tattoo, all along his back, of a pair of angel wings, with the words ‘Angelus Lapsus’ written through their middle. He likes to make fun of the irony in his name and personality.
Personality: Fittingly, Seraphe is a huge flirt. No, scratch that, he's an outright slut. Through his work, he has become almost frighteningly adept at reading people and what they want. As such, he is quite good at changing his personality to fit the desires of his 'client'; from charming to hyper to sturdy to everything else under the metaphorical rainbow. Underneath this mask he puts up, though, he is both terribly sadistic and masochistic. He is also, however, extremely loyal to his friends, who are his brothers in all but blood, and the siblings, who are the loving family he never had. Around them, his personality changes radically. He becomes a sweet, kind boy who wants nothing more than to please and be loved by his 'extended family'.
No matter the situation, Sera is a sucker for hugs and cute, fluffy things. Older women with big boobs tend to scare him... Just a little.
History: Seraphe was born into what, to outsiders, looked like the perfect life. His parents were ridiculously rich. He had a first-rate education. He had a beautiful, loving twin sister and a loyal pet falcon. And there was nothing glaringly wrong with his life, as far as he was concerned. Sure, his parents only saw him as the successor to his father’s company, and pampered him just to keep up the ‘good parents’ facade, but he got plenty enough love from Isabelle and Sylver.
Then they died. Izzy and Sylver, that is. At the tender age of five, Seraphe lost all the warmth in his life. He swiftly descended into a state of extreme depression. He locked himself in his room and came out only to satisfy his basic needs. His parents, of course, were furious. The heir to a multimillion dollar business does not become depressed over the death of a girl and a bird.
Two years after this event, when Seraphe was seven, his parents uprooted him from his comfortable home in England to take a trip to the United States. It was more to ‘show their support for a new branch of the company’ than for his good. And he grew up there, in the States. He met the other boys. Desperate for any friends he could find in a world that had ‘deserted’ him, he swiftly befriended them. As they grew, and Seraphe gained a greater understanding of the world around him, he was grateful for his friends’ delinquent habits. He saw them as a way of rebelling against the world, and the strict life that his parents had chosen for him. His bonds with his friends grew ever stronger, and they became his brothers in all but blood. And, when he met the siblings, they too became included in the only family Seraphe cared to aknowledge.
Seraphe’s parents returned to England (without him, by his request) when he was twelve, not long before he and his friends found the siblings, leaving him with no small amount of money. Seraphe began working as an escort at fifteen, lying about his age to get by laws. Not that most of his clients cared, but you know. Dealing with the police can be such a hassle. His reasons focused less on money than his desire to show his parents that he was his own person.
Other: Seraphe also goes by Sera or Ezzy. He is no active drinker, but has nothing against drinking when he goes out to a club or bar or one of the other boys decides to open up a bottle. Why? He doesn't hold alcohol well. Just a glass or two is enough to get him pretty well drunk. He has a bit of a smoking habit. It's not very heavy; just a cigarette now and then. He does have a tendency to smoke more when he's stressed.

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[b][color=#000080]~*BOY*~[/color][/b]
[b]Username:[/b] DragonIce2000 (Ice)
[b]Name:[/b] Seraphe Zane Angelus
[b]Nickname:[/b] Escort
[spoiler][b]Age:[/b] 17
[b]Sexual Orientation:[/b] Bisexual
[b]Lover:[/b] Oh, he’s had plenty. None right now, though. He hasn’t taken many clients recently.
[b]How Did He Get His Nickname?:[/b] 'Escort' is one of the many names for people working in his... Profession. He used to find it a little insulting, but nowadays he’ll just smirk and offer you his ‘services’.
[b]Ability:[/b] Seraphe's power deals with the sight. He can change the way he sees, from light to vibrations to heat to sounds to scents. He is also capable of making illusions, though he needs to focus harder with these. Any break in his concentration will disperse the illusion.
[b]Picture:[b] [img]http://www3.images.coolspotters.com/photos/280777/andy-six-profile.jpg[/img] 
[b]Appearance:[/b] Seraphe is rather girly in appearance, and has been mistaken for a girl on more than one occasion. He stands at 5’ 8”, with a slim, delicate build, his big eyes framed by long, thick lashes and full lips with the slightest pale pink tint.
His hair is longish, reaching the base of his neck in the back. His bangs are rather long as well, and he sweeps them over his left eye. His hair is midnight black, with two dyed-in streaks of white and blue. He can never seem to tame his hair, either. It’s always sort of charmingly tousled, in an, ‘I just got out of someone else’s bed’ sort of way.
Seraphe’s eyes were formerly a lovely sky blue color. After receiving his powers, the color drained from them, and are now so near white that it’s impossible to see the faint tint of blue still in them. Only a slim ring of his former eye color remains around his iris. When using his powers, his eyes glow faintly silvery blue.
As to be expected from someone of his profession, Seraphe’s closet poses a rather interesting image. On a day-to-day basis he prefers to wear loose, V-neck shirts (He’s very fond of stripes. And blue and white and black and gray and other pastel-colored solids) and skinny jeans. Depending on the situation (mostly because he’s collected quite some number of odd fetish outfits through his work), he’ll go and put on a dress or leather pants or heels or something. You know, because it’s totally normal to do that. 
Sera wears a lot of silver jewelry, mostly chains and and bracelets and necklaces. Much of his jewelry features angel wings and crosses. He’s also got a tattoo, all along his back, of a pair of angel wings, with the words ‘Angelus Lapsus’ written through their middle. He likes to make fun of the irony in his name and personality.
[b]Personality:[/b] Fittingly, Seraphe is a huge flirt. No, scratch that, he's an outright slut. Through his work, he has become almost frighteningly adept at reading people and what they want. As such, he is quite good at changing his personality to fit the desires of his 'client'; from charming to hyper to sturdy to everything else under the metaphorical rainbow. Underneath this mask he puts up, though, he is both terribly sadistic and masochistic. He is also, however, extremely loyal to his friends, who are his brothers in all but blood, and the siblings, who are the loving family he never had. Around them, his personality changes radically. He becomes a sweet, kind boy who wants nothing more than to please and be loved by his 'extended family'.
No matter the situation, Sera is a sucker for hugs and cute, fluffy things. Older women [s]with big boobs[/s] tend to scare him... Just a little.
[b]History:[/b] Seraphe was born into what, to outsiders, looked like the perfect life. His parents were ridiculously rich. He had a first-rate education. He had a beautiful, loving twin sister and a loyal pet falcon. And there was nothing glaringly wrong with his life, as far as he was concerned. Sure, his parents only saw him as the successor to his father’s company, and pampered him just to keep up the ‘good parents’ facade, but he got plenty enough love from Isabelle and Sylver.
Then they died. Izzy and Sylver, that is. At the tender age of five, Seraphe lost all the warmth in his life. He swiftly descended into a state of extreme depression. He locked himself in his room and came out only to satisfy his basic needs. His parents, of course, were furious. The heir to a multimillion dollar business does not become depressed over the death of a girl and a bird.
Two years after this event, when Seraphe was seven, his parents uprooted him from his comfortable home in England to take a trip to the United States. It was more to ‘show their support for a new branch of the company’ than for his good. And he grew up there, in the States. He met the other boys. Desperate for any friends he could find in a world that had ‘deserted’ him, he swiftly befriended them. As they grew, and Seraphe gained a greater understanding of the world around him, he was grateful for his friends’ delinquent habits. He saw them as a way of rebelling against the world, and the strict life that his parents had chosen for him. His bonds with his friends grew ever stronger, and they became his brothers in all but blood. And, when he met the siblings, they too became included in the only family Seraphe cared to aknowledge.
Seraphe’s parents returned to England (without him, by his request) when he was twelve, not long before he and his friends found the siblings, leaving him with no small amount of money. Seraphe began working as an escort at fifteen, lying about his age to get by laws. Not that most of his clients cared, but you know. Dealing with the police can be such a hassle. His reasons focused less on money than his desire to show his parents that he was his own person.
[b]Other:[/b] Seraphe also goes by Sera or Ezzy. He is no active drinker, but has nothing against drinking when he goes out to a club or bar or one of the other boys decides to open up a bottle. Why? He doesn't hold alcohol well. Just a glass or two is enough to get him pretty well drunk. He has a bit of a smoking habit. It's not very heavy; just a cigarette now and then. He does have a tendency to smoke more when he's stressed.[/spoiler]

Edit #3: Metalmetalmetalmetalmetalmetal... I love you. Forever and ever and ever and ever and ever and more than ever. Because you named Franz's bunny Snowball.

[metal]

@Fang: I also know very little about softball, so... Niiiiiice.

@Ice: Damn right I named it Snowball. I was feelin' uninspired, so instead of comin' up with something that 's creative and wierd like Matches, I went with Snowball.

Now that I think about, Matches is a pretty badass rabbit name.

[DI2k]

Matches is damn badass.
Yeah, it's just, Snowball was the name of my bunny.~ He was a pretty big bunny. All white with red eyes.

[metal]

An albino bunny?
Sounds like something off of Twilight.

[DI2k]

/LEGASP
Don't you be defiling my bunny's name with that... That... That... thing.
Snowball was much more badass. The neighbor's dog was scared of him because Snowball scratched up his face once.

[metal]

I apologize for my rude outburst.

A rabbit taking on a dog? Definition of badass.

[DI2k]

I forgive you because you are the Priest of Yarly.

Yeah, ehe. It was a little dog, though. Some sort of chihuahua or something.

[metal]

Priest? Neigh... I AM THE GOD OF !!!!!!

While the badassness level has dropped slightly, it's still above average badass.

Their needs to be a badass smilie.

Oh wait, there already is one.

...

Wait for it...

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[DI2k]

...I love you Metal. Have I told you that yet?

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