Mercy Rose

[Mercy Rose]

The easy S T U F F . . .

Name: Mercy Lee Rose
Nickname: Rosie
Age: Seventeen
Member Group: Student
Power(s): Ice Manipulation
Play By: Emma Stone.

Let it F L O W . . .

The fourteen year old Mercy ran down the spiral staircase to her living room. The air smelled of hot chocolate and Her nannies french toast. Her twelve year old sister Lilith was playing under the tree with their five year old brother Nicolae. The tree sparkled with lights and the angle smiled lightly down at them. The light from the fireplace crackled with joy as Mercy half skipped half ran to Nicolae and picked him up dancing around the room.
“Are you ready to open what santa sent you!” She said dancing as the sound system played a Christmas C.D.
“Not planing too open the gifts without us, are you Sweetie.” said the voice of their father from the staircase.

A few months passed, and the young happy girl discovered her ability with ice. So she now sat in a empty dorm room. She was alone. She did not like being alone. She liked people. Lots of people. She like loud conversations and music and playing video games and...an idea struck the girl, as she glanced at her wii and mario cart controllers. The girl grabbed her phone while jumping on her computer. As she typed furiously her fingers running over the keys as the phone rang.
“Hello? Yes this Is Mercy Lee Rose, Do you know where Hammel is? Great this is what I need.”
Not long after Posters appeared around the dorm, they red “Pizza and Video games in room 204, price of admission, one joke. Mercy’s room filled up fast and was full of the joyous noise that Mercy loved so much. Her white bored had be commandeered to set up a mario cart tournament, and four of the competitors sat drinking and eating pizza while battling for their lives.
Mercy smiled as she chatted and laughed and cheered with the other people. This had to be the best idea she had ever had, ever. Hands down no questioned asked. Threw the crowd she looked up and locked eyes with a guy about her age. He smiled at her and she beamed back.

Sixteen year old mercy sat in the dark on her bed straddling her tub of ben and jerry, tailor swift playing from her Macbook. “Tailor Swift you know my pain....ben and jerry you know my pain too.” she said. Her heart had been broken for the first time and she hated it. Tears streamed down her face. He had left her. Just left. “Mercy I just think I need some one more....calm.” Calm, she could be calm, but what was the fun in that? Why would she do that? There was a knock at the door. “Go away.” She said. Instead her friend came into the room holding pizza and a small stack of D.V.D.’s.
“ok I have Dark knight, pulp fiction, and 300. No love in sight and a lot of blood.” said the friend. Mercy looked up at her and mouthed the word thank you.

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Mercy is what some would call energetic, some hyperactive, and what most described as a sugar fueled tornado of perpetual motion. She has been taught that if you focus on the positive the negative doesn’t seem to bother you so much. She is always smiling and moving. She has grown up with the normal family. Mom, Dad, Sister, Brother, her and her nanny. While her parents are well off they don’t have some of the stereo typical problems that most families like hers have. Her mom’s a writer and her dad works at apple. Both of them are normal and as far as they can tell Mercy is the only one with powers.
She discovered her powers quite by accident. She didn’t mean to turn her cool aid into ice, but she did. And while her friends thought it was cool it was slightly less cool when she was sent to Hammel.

Behind the M A S K . . .

Name: Summer
Age: 18
RP Experience: I feel like 3 years
How did you find us?: I don't remember

Show your S K I L L S . . .

Anna laughed at his Zen riddle comparison. ”There is no end to the cycle, it keeps going and will probably never stop as long as there are humans on this earth. We will constantly feel the need make ourselves feel better by systematically taring down others around us.” She said. Her tone was neither sad nor happy, just stating a fact, as if she said 2 plus 2 equals 4. It was almost sad and scary, the cold way she could say something like that. The lack of any real emotion. She wasn’t even angry about it. It was almost as if the past few years of her life she had spent sitting and thinking about the flaws and evils of her own race. Which in fact she did. The fact was she had a long list of humans flaws. Though she seldom told any one of these thoughts.

She looked up at the guy, realizing she had broken her own rule and told some one a little bit of her own musings of the world. It had now become escape time as she for a smile onto her lips ”Whoa didn’t mean to get all Meta and deep on you there, I’ll just leave you to do your thing.” She said quickly threw away the remains of her notebook and grabbed her stuff heading for escape into the hallways.

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ACCEPTED!
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