I will post the story part later, but here is my character:

Name: Lilah Lemon

Age: 23

Appearance: Black Hair (curly), green eyes, a strong face. Glasses (However you want to imagine them)

Occupation: News Reporter 

Just want to clear things up here, Alex isn't Jessies brother and her specialty is calming animals down, not sleeping.

Lilah~

"A Dr. Nathan Moore has mysteriously disapeared from his home Wednesday evening. According to the police, loud helicopter sounds were heard at about 4:30 PM. When police came over to investigate, Dr. Moore's back door was found to be open and the television on. According to a quote from the chief of police, Jackson Jones, 'A really scary movie was on, so we think it might have prompted him to call a helicopter service and flee as fast as possible.' This officer's sanity is currently under investigation. According to a quote from Dr. Moore's next-door neighbor, who chose to remain anonymous, 'Dude, I was busy playing Scrabble with my beloved wife and my kids, and then we heard a really loud helicopter. There was some shouting, too, I think. What was that, Joanie? I have to go, the baby just knocked down all the Scrabble pieces.' The disappearance is currently under further investigation. This is Lilah Lemon, reporting live for YENN."

Just so you know, I did not write that dumb report. It was the creation of my colleage, Larry Hasbury, We all call him Larry Has-been, though. 

~more later-- Daffodil 

OKAY. Again I just lost what I wrote because of iMovie. Don't ask. So Shy.

Shy~

When you're having a bad day, you're having a bad day. And they were planning to lock me up. They thought.

Fry tried to grab my arm, but I whipped it out straight and sent the chicken dinner flying across the room. Mr. X grabbed the back of my coat, but I twirled around, making him lose his grip. I quickly made an escape plan. I bolted across the room to the open window, and threw the safety screen aside. I started to climb out the window, but someone had grabbed my leg. It was the boy, Herbert.

"LET GO OF ME!" I hissed at him.

"No!" he shouted back.

I kicked him in the face with the same leg he was holding. He let go. I jumped out the window.

I wonder, I thought, how much it's going to hurt when I hit the ground. I knew it would hurt, I didn't go jumping out of second story windows all day, but it probably wouldn't be the worst pain I'd ever experienced. I'd break something probably.

Well hello ground, I thought. BLAM. 

It did hurt quite a bit, especially my left leg, which wasn't a good sign because then I couldn't run. I tried to stand up, but I was feeling shaky and my body still hadn't gotten over the fall. Everything hurt.

Just ignore. Think about your FREAK training. I did ignore it. It made the pain lesser a bit, but my body still hurt. I stood up and staggered around before getting full control of my legs, at least my right one. I was pretty sure that I had broken something in my left leg. No time to worry about that now.

FREAK HQ was two miles away from here. I was going to have to run-stagger two miles.

I scowled to myself. I was sure my mission wouldn't have been a failure if Herbert hadn't been in that tree. I really hated him, but I did feel bad for kicking him in the face, and for sending Fry flying across the room. SMoSEA wasn't nessisarily made up with bad people (or at least the trainees weren't too bad).

Still, when people shoot your commaders and possibly friends with a traniquilizer gun, they're not easily forgiven.

Brooding on negative subjects gives way to the pain, I remembered. So I tried to think of happy things. I rememberd Mr. X's face when he realised that I was the one who had gotten into FREAK. Ha. He deserved it, though I didn't like it much when he called me his niece. As far as I was concerned, we shared no blood, since my father was adopted.

I wondered how things were going at FREAK. They had Dr. Moore. That was an up. I had failed. That was a down.

They didn't know I had failed yet. They thought that Zaia Sparkle was still at SMoSEA, learning all their secrets and freeing the animals. I hadn't even seen one of the animals!

It started to drizzle. A pidegeon flew overhead. I felt miserable. 

--Herbert--
Shy didn't get far.
It was Sparky who caught her. She'd been outside watering the extinct plants. Shy had tried to get away, and almost did, but the fight between her and Sparky allowed more time for Mr. X. and Fry Wisely to intervene and recapture the traitor.
Shy was held fast by a couple of buff SMoSEA maintaineance dudes who dropped her into the cell and locked the door. Then one of them swallowed the key. "I got an iron belly, dude!" he assured me proudly when he saw my look of concern.
They left. I didn't. Shy reached for the tools FREAK had given her, only to groan when she was reminded that she didn't have them. In order to ensure that she was not hiding any escape tools, she'd been stripped down to her underwear. It was a principle pioneered by Houdini, who often did his escape stunts in his tighty-whities to show he had nothing hidden up his sleeve. She looked a little embarrassed about being seen in her underwear in addition to her outrage at being recaptured.
Shy looked over at me with fury. "I wouldn't be in this cell if it wasn't for you!" she said angrily. I smirked. "You're already in enough trouble, Shy. Don't make it worse by making yourself look ridiculous. Well... more ridiculous than you already look.
"Let me talk to you for a second," I said. Shy stared daggers at me. "The museum is trying to save humankind. Shy, don't you remember what I gave you? You read it, right?"
She sighed. "I read it."
"Good girl," I said to her. "Now, didn't you consider it? And how bad it would be if we lost to FREAK, and the free animals would be killed by humans? Rhinos are being killed for their horns! People are so stupidly making their horns into trinkets, taking a life for the buck. No amount of laws, PSAs, or arrests and jurisdiction is completely stopping it. Slowing it down, sure, but not stopping it. So once there's only about five rhinos left, we have to save them and bring them here.
"Shy, most humans are greedy. They never realize the consequences until they happen. So sure, we shot away passenger pigeons, but then no one was doing something about it, until we saw them close to death! Because people were greedy. And still are. So we need to live with the greed as long as we can on this planet, and then go here, which will be the last place where the world will still exist. We can't stop our greed. We have to wait for it to go away."
Shy looked so sad. "I'm sorry," she said. "For not making the right decision." Tears rolled down her cheeks. "I... My dad... he swore this was for good. He loves me, Herbert. He's going to be worried sick about me when I'm not picked up."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
She sighed. "There's a built-in detector on my shirt. You guys were smart to leave me in my underwear. It detects my body heat, my heart rate, my thoughts, and every few hours, my dad gets those statuses sent to him in an automated e-mail. If I was still wearing it, my thoughts would tell him that I'd been revealed and imprisoned, and he'd come right away. But now it's not going to detect anything, and he'll realize either I'm dead so there's nothing to detect, or you guys took it from me. And he'll come."
"Oh, good grief," I said. "It won't scan for another few hours," Shy told me. "It just did when I tried to escape, and my thoughts told him I was coming back to FREAK. But when I don't show up, he'll come in that case too. The data sent to him also tells of my longitude and latitude location... or rather, the shirt's." She looked out the window. It was dark out. "I'm cold," Shy said, nicely. "Can I have a blanket?" I passed her one through the door, and she lay down and closed her eyes. Shy seemed not exactly with us now, but not exactly against us either. She seemed to need to decide.
--
After I left her, I explained the situation to Mr. X. "Hm," he said. He thought for a second, then said, "There's a beach on the way from here to FREAK. We'll place Shy's shirt under the sand and when Westlove comes to it's location, he'll believe Shy was buried and suffocated under the sand."
"Suppose he troubles to dig it up in search of her body?"
"We will bury it DEEP into the sand," said Mr. X. "So deep it will never see daylight again. Like about 2000 feet deep. It's a dangerous beach. More than 50 people are buried there deeper than that."
I was sent out to do it right away.
--
After I returned, we watched a news report. Some people had caught signs of our shenanigans at Dr. Moore's house. A police officer had fathomed the idea that Dr. Moore had disappeared because he called for help and fleed after watching the scary movie left on his television, and a neighbor to the doctor told of how he'd been playing Scrabble when he heard our helicopter, and some shouting. Thankfully, neither seemed to have seen anything significantly incriminating. The reporter concluded that she was Lilah Lemon, "reporting live for YENN."
Mr. X. wasn't worried. "This happens!" he assured us. "No one ever really has any idea what's going on. Don't worry, they'll forget this pretty fast. They always do."
I wasn't so sure.

This is going GREAT! Though sorry about the mistakes with your character, Flaming Girl. I suppose we can write in that Mr. X. was mistaken or was given the wrong information, and Jessica was too sleepy to correct him.

I would post, but I'm not sure how you want to link my charrie into all this, so I'll wait.

GUYS!!!!!!!! MUST READ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Me and Daff have devised a 2-in-1 backstory to Dr. X. and Johnny Westlove. I told her I'd post it up.
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Mr. X's real and given name was Peter Hillpin Ellington. (Yes Melody, I know what you wrote about him being related to Charles Xavier, but I decided that was just a sarcastic reply to the question of what his name was because he was annoyed anyone would ask.)
When he was born, along with his fraternal twin sister, Jennifer, his parents gave him nothing but a name. They chose not to raise him, and sent him to an adoption center. They never saw him again, and neither did Peter see his parents ever again. When he and Jennifer were 6, she was adopted by another family out of Peter's life. However, they kept in touch.
At age 8, Peter was adopted by Mr. Pitt Westlove and Mrs. Lois Westlove. They had three sons: Till, Harvey, and Johnny. Johnny Westlove was the worst of them. He picked on Peter a lot, though the adults never saw. To the grown-ups, Johnny was always very polite.
Johnny had no respect whatsoever for Peter until one day when he was 15, the Westloves went out mountain climbing. Johnny nearly fell off the cliff, but Peter saved him. Johnny thanked Peter ever so much, and from then on they weren't exactly friends, but called themselves partners. Johnny once needed help with homework about the Mesozoic Era, and Peter needed to get this as well. They collaborated, and got an A each.
They continued on all their science projects and studied biology together. They were particularly interested in insects, and extinct creatures. But then one day they had a fight over who should take credit for finding a dodo fossil when they were 17. Peter took the fossil and then, they did a rock-paper-scissors match to decide. Johnny won.
"Good luck, brother," Peter said to him as he took the dodo bird fossil and left.
Peter never realized that Johnny had cheated by knowing from Peter's diary that he always put down rock, and made a point of only playing RPS once with every person he met so no one would realize this.
Years later, Peter found out about his ancestry, and that he was the rightful heir to the SMoSEA, which his ancestor had helped to found. And then one night after taking ownership of the museum, he ran into a repeat of an old day. But this time, it turned on its head.
Peter was in a bar. A stranger walked in wearing a hood and sunglasses. "Hello," he said. "I hear you have inherited a museum."
Peter coughed on his gin. "Yes, yes," he said. "I did. My ancestor was one of its three founders. It rightfully belongs to me."
"Oh, indeed," said the stranger. "I have a specimen you may be interested in..." And the hooded man pulled out a cage. Inside was a dodo bird. "The last one left," he said sadly. "Such a shame, such a pity... Would you like to gamble for this sweet prize..." He whipped out a pack of cards. "...Mr. Ellington?"
Peter stammered, "How do you know my name?"
"I know many things about you." the stranger said ominously. So they gambled. Though Peter didn't know, the man used sleight of hand and cards hidden up his sleeve to produce the winning ones. He won. But then as he stepped up to take the cage and leave, Peter spotted something.
A corner. "You stop right there!" he told the stranger. "Roll up your sleeves." The stranger did, but there were no cards to be seen. That's because he'd rolled up the cards along with the sleeve. Peter didn't fall for such a petty trick. He reached into the man's sleeve and pulled out an ace of hearts. Then four, five, ten more decks from both sleeves. "Cheater!" he shouted. "This man is a cheater, who is stealing my rightful prize!" Everybody in the bar booed.
The man snarled and handed over the dodo. "Well then... Good luck..." He removed his hood and sunglasses. Peter gasped. "...brother."
Johnny Westlove strode out of the bar and drove away. Peter kept close eyes on his adoptive brother. A man who cheats is not usually a good man. And so Peter witnessed the founding ceremony of FREAK.
From spying on Johnny and hearing from his twin sister Jennifer, he discovered that Johnny and Jennifer had married. After a few years however, they divorced, while, unbeknownst to either of them, Jennifer was pregnant with the to-be child of her and Johnny. A few months later, she had the baby and named her Shy Ellington. Then she passed away when Shy was still only a few months old.
Meanwhile, Peter chose not to go about society anymore. He stayed in the museum, and called himself Mr. X.
He only left SMoSEA once. Neither he nor Johnny Westlove had known about Shy before, but now they had both found out. Mr. X. raced to adopt his niece and raise her at SMoSEA before Johnny adopted his daughter and raised her at FREAK. But he was too late. When Peter/Mr. X. arrived at the orphanage, Mr. Westlove had beat him to it and then proved the relation with a paternity test.
Mr. X. was so sad. He had failed. He was never confident in himself again, and never again made a mission from SMoSEA. At the most, he went out to gather trainees, but nothing else. If anyone asked why, he made excuses.
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So there we go! I hope that was okay... I really could have written it better with more time, and Daffodil's assistance...

Sorry I haven't been on. Been really busy....

Azalea~

To me, it happened pretty fast. I was on lookout in a tree, and then I saw Zaia Sparkles running to Doctor Moore- yeah, I was pretty confused on what was going on.

But I do know that Zaia Sparkles wasn't really Zaia Sparkles. It was the daughter of the FREAK founder, Shy Ellington. She was pretty much a traitor. So she was put in the prison cell in the SMoSEA: in her underwear. Ok then...

After all of that (I admit I zoned out a bit as lookout. It's my first time though!) I went to my room and researched all the extinct birds. Labrador Duck, Great Auk, Réunion Ibis, Liverpool Pigeon, Carolina Parakeet, Laughing Owl.... whoa, long list. I especially liked the Great Auk and Laughing Owl- a big auk and an owl that laughs? Maybe I could ask Mr. X if I could possibly take care of the birds; they sounded pretty neat. For now, I needed sleep. Before I knew it, I had dropped the book and drifted off.

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I know, not the best. But I'm sorta confused on what my character's doing now, even after reading the comments. I know Zaia got found out, but I'm still confuzzled. A little summary...?

Writity write write.

So, Shy~

Nobody here really understood the mission of FREAK. True, people killed animals for fun. True, it wasn't right and they weren't going to stop anytime soon. But at least at FREAK when we stripped our prisoners to their underclothes we gave them so clothes to wear over it.

I shivered under my blanket and stared at the ceiling. They made FREAK out to be made of pure evil here. We did the same at FREAK to them. But really, who were the villains here?

I closed my eyes. I was cold, in my underclothes, in pain, and hungry.

I still managed to fall asleep.