My fã Characters

Name:Serie
Birthdate:may 25
Age currently:14 and a half
Age at beginning of story: same age


Appearance

Species:fox cat

Primary Color (Main fur/skin):greyish black
Secondary Color (Mouth, chest, ect.): white fuzzy mouth

Eye-color:emerald greeen
Other Eye-details:none

Does character have hair?:yes
(If so, the following)
Color of hair:greyish black
Style of hair:bangs parted on side and the bsck is mid back length
Does character have this type of hair often?:2 others some times but yes
If not, what other types/colors are there?:a party up do and pónei, pônei tail

Height:
Weight:30 lb

Scars/Markings (Tattoos, ect.):two...

A Type-M Conquering Machine had fallen out of the hull. Perhaps the airship was going to raid another homeland, and take it for themselves. The machine seemed to be dormant, luckily. Menae was the first to wake up. She tried to wake up Cadaveo, but it proved fruitless. He’d probably gotten a large concussion. Menae went on to wake up Noctus, Gatage, Tenea, Sane, and Cooro. All of them had injuries, be it shrapnel, a broken bone or two, so on and so forth. Tenemae, being the most fragile of the seven, he broken her rib cage along with her leg bones in several places. The fractures weren’t...

- Everyone was helping clean up the restaurant. It was closed for the dia and Crystal was getting the car ready to leave.-
Flare: You guys have everything ready for the sleepover?
Nikki: I got my stuff.
Oliver: Me too!
Nat: Everything picked up? Did you guys put the rags away?
Flare: Yeah, Let's put our stuff in the car.
-The three kids ran out the door while Crystal was coming in.-
Crystal: Careful you three! Don't get hurt! Everything put away?
Nat: Yup, We're ready to close up.
-Crystal and Nat walked out and walked to the car.-
Nat: Hey, can I drive início tonight?
Crystal: Why not? You got your permit....

(Told from Silhouette's POV) 
"Silhouette... Can I hold your hand?"
I looked down at him. He seemed pretty shaken. I smiled "Sure." He reached his hand up to mine and grasped it tightly. A little too tight, I might add. We had gone on a group camping trip, and, well, kinda lost our group. It was just the two of us now, out in the woods searching for them. I looked down at Jake. He was so sweet. He knew I was evil. He knew that better than anyone else. And yet, he still wanted to be my friend. Maybe it was because he was 8. Maybe that's what made him so trusting. I looked to the sky, it was already...

They're a bit like the Greco-Roman gods, them Stu's. So wonderful. No matter what they do to screw up the lives of their adherents, they're always so perfect. So pure. So powerful.
In reality, they aren't. Only one thing that has ever existed was perfect, and they aren't it.
But there is a way to destroy them; one that works on any of them, and never fails.
Again like the Olympians, they can be destroyed if the idea of them fades. So simple, yet eternally difficult, like some forms of mathematics- the answer makes sense eventually but is incredibly difficult to arrive at.
But I digress. The only...