All right, I'm making another charrie and starting the RP.

Name: Jethro Adams

Age: 12

Gender: M

Appearance: Curly brown hair, pale skin, and freckles all over. Wearing: Regular jeans, a green t-shirt, and dark green all-stars.

Personality: Friendly and optimistic. Wants to make friends but is homeschooled and isolated. 

Background: He lives with his grandmother on their farm in Nebraska. He has no friends, and spends his days wandering around the property with his cat, Simon, playing online chess, and reading thick tomes of history. He wants to go to Veron and make friends, and disregards the ominous feeling in the letter.

Power(s): Your basic growth/healing powers.

Quirks: He's not very good at his online chess, but plays anyway.

NOW FOR THE OFFICIAL RP START!!!

So it starts with everyone being collected/waiting for the guy who gets them/recieving/filling out and sending the letter/at the gates of Veron. Which point you start at is optional.

Jethro looked at Simon. Simon stared back with that impeccable cat gaze.                                 Jethro was filled with nervous impatience, and chess wasn't helping. If anything the tension was being magnified. The cicadas droned on. The cow pond was still as glass. The cows themselves seemed asleep. Jethro moved his remaining rook. The other player, cortisonez34123, checked him. Jethro sighed-and then squeaked in surprise and nearly fell out of the tree. A figure cloaked in black was sitting on the tree branch. The same figure that gave Jethro the letter! Jethro's heart beat quicker. "Are you who I think you are?" He asked. "Yup. Got your bags?" Jethro had packed his duffel bag six minutes after the filled-out form had dissappeared into thin air. He nearly fell out of the tree in his haste to get down. Simon got down daintily after him and the figure just jumped. "What's your name?" Jethro asked. He wanted a name to go with every face, this one included. "Messenger, I suppose." Jethro nodded and ran to the house. He took the stairs two at a time, both ways. Messenger was waitng, and took him to a black car. The door was open, and Jethro jumped in. Simon followed. "Hey, pets are allowed, aren't they?" Jethro asked. "All but dogs." Messenger replied and pressed a button. Then he left. The car started forward. Cortisonez34123 had given up on the chess game. Jethro leaned back and closed his eyes. He was soon asleep.

Your Character can be picked up by the same or a different Messenger. 

~Crystal~

"Where in the whole wide world is this dude?" I muttered to myself as I waited for this Messenger guy to pick me up. Then, a black car showed up in front of my house. "Hi. Are you Crystal?" A guy in black said. I noticed him immediately. H ewas the guy who gave me the letter! "Uh, yep. And you are?" I said, getting ym bags. "Messenger." The person said, as I threw my bag in the trunk of the car. I noticed someone else's bags in there too. "Hi! I'm Crystal. And you are?" I said, sitting next to a pale skinned, curly haired person. He looked about 12. "I'm Jethro. And this is Simon." The boy said, gesturing to a cat. "Ok. You have powers, too?" I said, looking at Jethro. "Yeah. I have basic growth/healing powers. You?" H easked me, looking at me. I shifted uncomfortably. "Well, I have water and growing powers. You don't want to know my backstory, if that's what you were gonna ask next, trust me." I said, staring at him. I looked out the window, at the last glance of my home. Then, I rembered something. "Wait! I forgot my diary!! Oh, wait. Oh, silly me! I put it in my pocket." I said, reaching for my diary. It was a black diary when I found it, so I took some blue paint and put swirls on it. I looked at Jethro and took a bottle of water out of my purse. "Watch this." I said. I closed my eyes and put my hands in front of the water bottle. Instantly, the water came out and made some shapes in the air. "Wow! That's cool!" Jethro said, his eyes wide.

Name: lucia

Age: 16 yrs

Gender: female!

Appearance: long black hair pulled back into a messy, loose braid. black oil smudges on her hands + face. tall and twiggy. long fingers. Wears a brace on her left leg. form fitting short overalls + white cutoff tee

Personality: quiet, mostly stays by herself. quite friendly + sweet once you get to know her

Background (optional): you mortals thought i would reveal her backstory? you were foolish to think so!

Power(s): telekinesis 

Quirks: she can and will take apart everything mechanical in sight. she can take apart and reassemble a toaster in under 10 minutes.

Other:

<If you want the people to get Messenger's clothes right, you gotta tell 'em what they look like.>

I suppose........

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"Hey, Alfred, I've been thinking of uniforms for the kids coming in."

"If you say so." 

"C'mon, give me feedback!"

"Well, it depends. Do you want 'em to wear uniforms? Because, Veron, you know you can do whatever you want and all we'll do is wish we never got The Letter."

"Ah well. That is true. I think uniforms are too preppy."

"Good."

"Back to your duties, Alfred." 

ducic coyic

Where th'heck's my pen whenI needit? Sorry but this was the first thin'. Ah might create a charrie. Ohye. Ill. Who's Alfred. Whos Veron. Wheres Jeramys parents? ???????????????? Sorry. Illegibility is my specialty...........

Name: Coyic (White-Rogers)

Age: 14

Gender: M

Appearance DISMAL PORPORTIONS! HAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!! DEAD DREAMS!!!!!!!!!!!! (sor-ry): Bright red hair, bright blue eyes. Pale freckled skin. Always wears jeans and a green t-shirt. Sometimes with a black hoodie. Black Converse.

Personality: Sarcastic and adventurous. Bold and brash. Not afraid of anything, without reason. And good at pranking. Mischevious. Has a don't-cross-me-or-else vibe.

Background: NEVER TELL!!!!!!!!! HAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!! *Coyic gives y'all the finger* Shut up Coyic. Background, foreal thi' time: Lives in a library. For as long as he could remembr. First with an older kid named Alfred (not related to that other Alfred), then when he (Alfred) dissappeared, Coyic lives alone (more or less).

Power(s): Can tell which thing to do like in a multiple-choice question. 

Quirks: Sometimes taps things 3 times consecutively.

Another of Coyic's quirks: Sometimes he just starts singing randomly. It usually happens when he meets new people and may or may not just be something he does to unnerve them.

Coyic~

"Hello" A boy in a black cloack looks down at me. I look back at him, giving my best creepy grin. "Kiss me, kiss me. Infect me with your love and fill me with your poison" The boy's face remains neutral. "No. I have business to attend to."

-Zak-

When the black car finally showed up, I had been sitting on the curb for almost twenty minutes. To be fair, the car wasn't late-I was early. A guy dressed in black got out and opened the trunk. "I'm Messenger. You can put your bag in the trunk," he said. "Your name is Messenger?" I said suspiciously. He stiffened. "Yes." Several bags were already in the trunk, and I set my duffel gingerly on top before climbing into the car. Three people looked up. "Hi, I'm Crystal," said a girl writing in a black notebook with blue swirls on it. "I'm Zak," I said. The other two introduced themselves as Coyic and Jethro, who's cat was Simon. "I'm assuming you have powers too?" Jethro said. "Yes," I mumbled. The others waited for me to specify, but I opened the book that I had brought with me.  

Haha She asked a! It is GOOD to be back!!

*walks out of a biiiiiiiiiig sandbox and takes a loooooooooong dring of water from a pitcher labeled metaphotical chatterbox*

Alice~ 

Alice was quietly reading the biography of Lillian Trasher in her room when the boy in black appeared. She didn't fully notice him until he sighed sadly. She looked up in surprise. "I'm from Veron Institute. Get your stuff." "Okay." She stuffed a bookmark in her book, grabbed a suitcase from under the bed. She stuffed things in haphazardly, in no particular order. The boy in black stood in the middle of the room, eyes closed, paying no attention to her. She hastily scribbled a note to her Mom. "Okay, let's go." She said, putting the note on her desk. The boy in black opened his eyes. "No notes. Last one who left a note was killed eventually." He folded it into perfect neat little squares and put it in her trash can. Alice was filled with a twinge of fear at the words 'killed eventually'. They were suddenly outside a black car. Alice pinched herself hard. It hurt.

Inside the car were four other kids, three boys and a girl. All but one, the boy with red hair, ignored her. "So did Messenger act like a know-it-all again?" he asked. 'Know-it-all is a term dumb people apply to smart people. And I don't know who Messenger is." She told him, and looked out the window. But she couldn't see anything.

What am I getting into? she asked herself.

"Wake up."

"I wasn't asleep."

"Then make it more obvious!"

"No thank you."

"What's got you like this?"

"Your insistence on being an awful boss."

"What?"

"I liked Madonna."

"Ah, the Kirby kid."

"Yeah."

"Well, I forgot."

"Forgot?" 

"I like you."

"I'm going back to sleep." 

"Where the hell're the other four?"

"I don't know. Musta lost 'em."

"You can't just LOSE someone!!!"

Messenger said nothing in reply; his smirk told Veron that he wasn't in control, despite his powers and guards. Veron knew it, deep in his soul. His reign was ending. He couldn't control Messenger. He could try and try but in the end Alfred was to strong. Veron cursed his foolishness. 

OIPCI FIBRIVA 

THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS. YOU WANNA JOIN THE RP NOW? GET ANOTHER MESSENGER TO PICK YOU UP. MAYBE MADONNA'S CLONE. 

I hope it's not too late to join! 

Name: Swan Cho

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Appearance: Shoulder length wavy natural silver hair, dark almond shaped eyes, fair skin, medium height, thin but is decepitvely strong

Personality: Extremely quiet. Almost abnormally quiet. People don't trust her because of this, and some of the people she's been around for years have never heard her voice. Although she is intimidating on the outside, she's actually the complete opposite within. She has a very kind and selfless heart, and she likes to observe people more than talking to them. Swan loves baby animals, but she's not just some Disney princess either. There is a very deadly side to her, and that's what also scares people that have seen her in action. She has two very extreme sides to herself, and people typically don't like that. 

Background (optional): Swan comes from a smaller but very wealthy family. However, because of her appearance and overall demeanor, she was shut inside and away from the world from a very young age. Her younger brother (by one year) gets all the attention and some in business with her family don't even know she exists. However, she is very close with her younger brother and loves him dearly, and doesn't have the capacity to feel jealous. But her parents look at her with shame. 

Power(s): She can manipulate energy from any dimension; but she has a drawback, because she is also an empath. She can be very easily overwhelmed and weakened by the emotions of those around her. 

Quirks: Will spend hours looking at photos of baby Scottish cows. Reads and listens to classical music to stay calm but is skilled in Taekwondo just in case. 

Other: It's a little cliche, but if she doesn't learn to control her powers then there's a chance it will eventually kill her. 

Name: Lariat Brookes

Age:17

Gender:F 

Appearance: Blonde, small for her age. Wears a light blue hoodie, jeans, and high-tops. Not very noticable. Wears her hair tied back in two braids

Personality: Shy, quiet most of the time. Unless you get her talking about something she likes, such as the ocean, baby horses, and fantasy fiction.