LonelyReaper2012

You rolled your eyes at your friend, sipping at your water as she slid into the booth seat across from you. “I saw at least three guys asking you to dance, (Nickname). Why are you so gloomy tonight?” She pouted, taking a big sip of her own beverage that was indeed far from water. Her cheeks were already colored and flushed. “I'm not gloomy.” You shot her a look when she snorted in disbelief. “I am not! I just haven't found the right person, yet. All of the men who asked me to dance looked like pompous as-“ Your sentence was cut short by a friendly voice. Turning your head, you saw two men. One was a charm

Prologue: Shangri-La – A remote, idyllic hideaway. My grandmother used to say that the world didn’t always used to be this way. She always said that the world used to be a beautiful piece of land without these mutated and undead creatures from hell. I wouldn’t have believed her if she didn’t have any proof. She said that when the world was a better place, she didn’t have to worry about every strand of gray on her head. She even showed me pictures of before it happened. And she was right. The world used to be wonderful. I can tell with all of the green grass and happy faces and not-deserted cities. My grandmoth

Prologue: Geez. How did you end up like this? When you had heard the term ‘starving artist’ in the past, you had never thought it to be literal. You had never thought it actually meant being a struggling artist and being out of work so long that you’d have no finances for the luxuries of food. That you’d be literally starving! Eh. You learn from every new experience, I guess. Isn’t that what they usually say? Although, now besides the starving thing, all you needed to worry about was the difference mafias in New York City, the recent city you moved into. It was a dangerous place. After all, you did catch the

"I’m so sorry, Feli. Tell your brother I’ll work a double shift tomorr-“ Your words were again interrupted by another hacking cough leaving your mouth. Really, all you wanted to do was sleep, but you forgot about work. Calling in must’ve slipped your mind. You worked as a waitress and rarely a chef at this really traditional Italian restaurant, and that’s how you met your two best friends. Well, Lovino wouldn’t call you a friend, more so “idiota ragazza.” Feliciano, his younger twin brother, would always say that he didn’t mean it, that he was always that grumpy. And he was right. Lovino

Okay! I already have the Prologue done! This is to help me, and that's about it~ Okay, I have most of the roles of the "misfits", but I need names and their basic personality/appearance would be a bonus~! Note~ () How many people are required *Notes about the role ~(BLAH)~ The role itself Below it will be the names of the characters holding that role and maybe some info on them~ --------------------------------------------------------------- (2) ~The Gatekeepers of Shifting Darkness~ *Must be a male and a female, not two males and not two females. Their powers are knows as seeing the Shadows, opening the portals to the other side, com

Prologue They were the unspoken heroes of this world of ignorant idiots and false securities. They truly didn't belong here. They never did. Yet, they stayed to protect, to guard humanity from the unspoken horrors that lurk beneath the surface that they can only see. To keep those morons safe from the deadly imperfections and unknown dangers of the world. And, to add the cherry to the sundae topped with whipped cream, they were only children when they first knew. They were born for this sole purpose, to keep their abnormalities a secret and to protect those who pry into business they should keep their dirty noses out of. These children wer