The Character Break Room

Drew smiled over to the person who had just entered. "yeah, I bet you do. This /is/ a break room after all."

Willow storms into the room, slightly pissed. "I hate my author...she refuses to bump up my power so I can actually do something with it." grumbles under her breath and plops herself down next to drew.
(I'll post a bio for her tomorrow when I'm not on my iPod...I couldn't sleep so I decided to come back online.)

Mika laughed at willow. "At least you can touch people." she pointed out, looking down at her gloved hands.

Name:Willow
Gener:female
Age:15? I don't remember what I put for her...oops.
Appearance: white blond hair, dark grey eyes, pale skin win freckles.
Personality: (Optional) hard core trainer. What's to be the best she can with her powers so trains hard and pushes herself to the limit.
Brief Backstory: (Also optional) acquired morphing powers, but they are only mediocre. She can only manage to shift into an animal the size of a wolf cub or smaller.
Extra Info: (Also also optional) very dedicated to training.

Name: Mika (you should know her by now...)
Gener: female
Age: 17
Appearance: short chin legnth back hair with lighter brown streaks. Dark grey eyes and copper tan skin that show her American Indian side.
Personality: (Optional) bubbly, happy, cheerful and huggy.
Brief Backstory: (Also optional) umm
Extra Info: (Also also optional) has the power to use over peoples powers with skin contact and is afraid of this power. She can also hear surface thoughts if other people.

Ezra walked back in, holding a bloody arrow and his sleeve was torn and covered in blood. "Ugh......."

(I want in on this. YAY for being done with english paper!!)
Name: T.Morbid Namechov...Ya'll know him as T.Mor.
Gender: guy.
Age: 22? ish.
Appearance:Wickedly thin, black hair, kinda tall. Yeah...
Personality: the most logical person in my whole universe...which isn't saying much, but...hey. He's got his head on straight for the most part...and doesn't like killing people.
Brief Backstory: Dead parents. Employed by government that killed parents. Hates job. Good friends with Riddle.
Extra Info: Erm...His world is kinda....Not like ours. If he ever says anything about the internet...It's not this internet he's worried about.

Name:Riddle
Gender: GIRL!!!
Age: 15 and 47.
Appearance: Short, thin (in a scary sort of corpselike sort of way.) Big red eyes. Combat booted.
Personality: Axe Crazy Awesome? Or....Just...INSANE.
Brief Backstory: delivered to her universe in a brown box on Mr.Face's front porch. Was for a brief time the only 'face' of the government. She got mad at that...and...insanity happened. uhh...despises the parental unit for various reasons.
Extra Info: IMMORTALITY AND WORD SALAD GO GREAT TOGETHER WITH ARACHNAPHOBIA AND MAYONAISE!!!! (That is actually a reasonable facsimilie of her entire personality. Also- yes she is immortal.)

(Yay! Congrats!)

Robin
I looked around, wondering if maybe another character of Ende's would I pop. Marley, at the very least. I mean Marley's always in these breaking-the-fourth-wall things. Then I spotted one of the guys that had left earlier come in with a wounded arm "What happened now?"

"I got shot...with an arrow."

Robin
I wanted to say 'tough luck, that's really no big deal in the grand scheme of things, at least /you/ didn't get strangled to death with your own staff because you chose to trust a girl instead of following logic', but I bit my tongue "Oh wow, that sucks"

Mika glanced over to the person. "That does really suck. I'm sorry."

"I fixed it, but it's still sore."

Robin
"Hm... I think there are some ice packs around here, though if it's the fact that your muscle is still sore from the healing, you might want to alternate between an ice pack and a heating pad" I advised

"Thanks," said Ezra, grabbing an ice pack.

"How'd you die?" Andrew asked Robin.

Robin
"Well... long story short: beaten, and then strangled to death with, my own staff" I said with a sigh, holding the metal staff in question up for them to see "Not the funnest way to go"

"Doesn't sound like it. How long have you been pushing daises?"

Mika looked down at her gloved hands again. "Its better then your life force being sucked out of you." She muttered softly, but snapped out of the gloomy mood quickly. "I'm sorry to hear that you were killed."

"Me or him?" said Andrew, looking up.

Robin
"Hm... in Writer time, just under a couple of days... I think. It's hard to keep track" I shrugged. Then I looked at Mika "I would have traded getting strangled for getting my lifeforce drained, if I could have lived past 14 in return." I was getting uncomfortable talking about all this "Anyway, enough about me..."

"Nintey-nine years in writer time for me."

Robin
"In /Writer/ time?" I asked, raising an eyebrow "Wow, didn't know GH was that old..."

"No you wouldnt. live force...its kinda important. more important than breathing." Mika sighed. "And it feels like its going on for hours...even if its just seconds...and...and..." Mika cut off, remembering her own experiance with the life draining.

"Oh I thought you ment "book" time...she's fourteen."

Peter
I dragged myself into the room, even more sore than I was previously. This time, both my legs hurt; I wobbled as I walked, barely able to support myself. I plopped down on the same couch as before, groaning. My legs, face, my torso, my neck...
"Well, I just died," I announced, tired. "I was brutally murdered..." I shook my head. "It was very slow...and very painful... That's a really weird thing to say. 'I was murdered,' I mean. Never thought I'd be saying that."

"You a ghost?" asked Andrew.

Peter
"No," I answered. "Winter came to me and brought me back...but it was still a horrible experience." I shuddered.

"Sorry Peter," said Andrew, looking genually sorry.