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Date Posted: 21:51:41 06/27/04 Sun
Author: Burlin
Subject: Joing

OOC
Name: Bree
E-mail: Deth2Barbie@aol.com

IC.
Name: Tar Geller
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Race: Indigo
Abilities: Conjuring Fire
Appearance: Tar is tall and slender, his muscles are toned but not overly large. His eyes are a very deep green and his hair is a dark black. When he conjure's fire, it is the same deep green of his eyes and has bits of black in it.
Personality: When Tar was a young boy he was really quite shy and meek. He was very loving and compassionate. He tried his best to hide his ability but being so young and weak it was hard. Whenever he became angry or sad it was even harder to conseal them. Things around him would just go up in the green flames and his palms would hold balls of it. After being put in the Institute he became very angry and rebellious. He was exremely difficult and tried his hardest to make the doctors and nurses job extremely difficult. After he learned what was going to happen to him he found a way to escape and ran for it. He was then adopted by Evvy and her followers and learned about his race and his powers. Growning up around the Lightworkers made him into what he is today, hard working, driven, loving, out going, fun, and once again, compassionate.

History: Tar had basically the same past as many Indigo's have. When he was born it came as quite a shock to his parents that he was an Indigo. They tried to hide his abilities and live life normally, but their attempts were nothing but failures. It was sorta hard to hide the fact that whenever Tar was angry or sad anything he touched would light up in deep blue flames, or that his skin was always hot to the touch, no matter how cold it was outside. And so when Tar was 9, his parents gave him up to the Neutrals. The Neutrals were planning on removing his Indigo Receptor but Tar would have none of it. He was able to escape from the clutches of the Neutrals and fled to the Forest where he was found by Evvy and taken in. Evvy and her followers taught Tar the ways of the Indigo and trained him as a Lightworker. When Tar turned 13 he was given his crystal necklace and officially became a Lightworker. To this day, Tar seeks out the abandoned Indigo's and helps to protect those of his race.

Example Post

I remember the day that my parents got rid of me, like it was just yesterday. After all these years it's still fresh in my mind. The day, was dark and cloudy. The sky was gray and the sun was hiding. It felt like it was gonna rain and my parents were bundled up in layers and layers of heavy jackets and long sleeved t-shirts. They had done the same to me, only to have their efforts wasted. I had peeled each layer off, one by one and strewn them across the seats of our car. I was always warm and you'd think by then they'd have known it. I don't know, maybe it slipped their minds.
I had no idea what was going on, but I had recognized the jitter in my parents voices. Dad, whose voice was normally so strong and confident was now shakey and weak. Mom kept fidgeting in her seat and pulling at her clothes. Neither of them would look me in the eye or even look at me. I should have been able to put one and one together, but I was only 9, I was so trusting. I thought that maybe we were going to the local theme park or to the zoo, but where we were really going was somewhere that I did not want to be.

When we got there, I remember, I was confused..really, really confused. It didn't look like an amusement park, and I didn't see any animals, so it couldn't be the zoo. There was alot of white and steel. And it looked sterile, it smelt like ammonia. Immediately I hated it. I looked at my parents but they didn't look at me. I begged them to know what this was and when we'd be leaving, but they wouldn't speak to me. I thought maybe they were mad so I just shut up. I began getting really sad, and my skin started burning. I knew that I had to calm down otherwise I might start making my flames and that would make my parents really mad.

I took deep breaths and waited while they talked to a lady with a tight bun and square shaped glasses. She was wearing a skirt suit that was black and had on really tall high heals. I wondered if they hurt her feet. Everyonce in a while the lady would look at me. I didn't really like being looked at in the first place and the way she looked at me didn't make it any better. For a moment I thought that I must be a wild animal that ought to be locked up in a cage and never released and I guess to her thats what I was.

Then I remember I looked at my Mom, a tear was running down her face and this made me really sad. I reached over and wiped the tear away, she shrieked and jumped away from me. I screamed at myself in my head, I should have remembered! My skin was so hot, I burned her. Maybe if I hadn't touched her they would have changed their minds and kept me. My Mother began sobbing into my Father's shoulder and I began sobbing. I just stood there sobbing and my emerald flames began to form from my hands, I tried to contain them, but they wouldn't go away. If only they would go away. The tight bun lady called some men over to collect me. They were in big white suits that felt like they were made of flexible glass. I started thrashing in there arms and my flames were shooting like made from my hands. I called to my Mother and to my Father, but I don't think they heard me or maybe they heard me but didn't care. I'll never know.

The men in the suits locked in a room that was all glass. I really felt like an animal then. I remember standing there for a moment, balling my eyes out while the jade colored flames shot from my hand and danced around. Suddenly my flames died and I crumpled to the floor. The fire had stopped but the tears continued.

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crap -- Bree, 22:00:38 06/27/04 Sun
- Accepted -- Laurel, 08:46:03 06/28/04 Mon