Shape-shifters: A New Generation (A PRP for Trustworthy Members)

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Bella Airanna Sturm is a medium-heighted young lady. She has bright green eyes and curly chesnut-brown hair, that falls to her sholders. She has a freckle dotted all over her nose.
She is fairly thin, but doesn't think she is. Her normal cloths are a plain t-shirt and jeans, along with her favorite pair of blue and orange sneakers. Bella is sweet but curious.
She loves to stick her nose where it doesn't belong. If she is anything but happy, she can be a bit aggresive toward otehrs. Bella can shape-shift into a raccoon.

(It's kinda short. xP)

[Awesome and thanks for joining! I will add you. Wanna start RPing?]

(Sure! You get to start.)

[Alright]

I slammed the car door behind me, and watched with wide-eyes as my dad sped off. I had gone through this ritual before, however. School had started again, and I knew how hard it was for my dad to leave me on my own. I shook the thoughts from my head and thought about all the new problems I would have to encounter. It was 8th grade, I was at a new school, and I had no idea what to expect. I made my way through the small groups of kids and headed to the gym, where an assembly was supposed to be held about starting the new school year. Even though I was new to the school, it wasn't that hard to find the gym.

I arrived at school, no later than I had in 7th grade. My parent worked early in the morning, so I biked to the school. I was use to it, because this was my second year attending. I blended in with the kids going in and headed toward the gym for the assembly.Putting a whisp of hair back in place, I glared at a kid who bumped into me, even though there was plenty of space.

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Kayran Drake is about medium height, maybe slightly shorter then average. She is average weight for her age. She has dark brown, nearly black eyes, and the same colored hair. Her hair is curly and most of the time messy, reaching down to a little past her shoulders. She has darker tan skin, and has her fingernails almost always painted purple.
Her normal clothes are a black and purple striped sweater, and jeans with her favorite pair of black Converse.
She is very sensitive and touchy about some subjects, with seemingly no reason at all. She is easily irritated, for random reasons some times, but good reasons the other half of the time. She is friendly and helpful to most, and seems quite shy. If you get to know her, though, she is crazy and funny. Kayran can shape-shift into a lynx.

[Accepted!]

(I'll start role playing then, ^^)

I wanted to cover my ears, but managed to look calm as the bus screeched to a complete halt in front of the school. I could not believe it, I was in the eighth grade, finally, and yet I still rode the bus. As I got off, slinging my backpack over one shoulder, and with all the books I knew I would regret this attempt to look cool. I pondered the fact that my mom was still too busy to drive me to school, and my last and only option was riding the bus. The sunny fall sun shone down on me, though the air had a distinct, crisp feel to it.

I sighed, walking, late, into the meeting. Apparently, the principle was going to talk to us about the school year. I'd been going here since 6th grade, I already knew the basics from all my friends older siblings, but shrugged, sitting down next to what seemed like a new girl, I didn't recognize her.

I sat down next to some other girls. I didn't reall listen to the assembly when it started, because I've heard it all
before. I could tell some other kids felt teh same way, but then some otehrs listened intently.

[Just so you know, Arabelle has wavy, dirty blonde hair. And a lot of it. She also has bright, icy blue eyes and is a bit short. Medium weight.]

As the principal continued on, I could swear that I dropped five IQ points. She ended in saying something along the lines of, "Meet new people... learn... be nice..."

I hadn't really been listening, in the least bit. "Meet new people.. learn.. be nice.." She had said at the end. Yes, because we didn't know that before? I mean really. I sighed, stretching out my fallen asleep feet.

I hadn't known this. Oh, are you kidding me? They couldn't force me too, could they? What if I didn't want too, hmm?

I groaned. This put me in a bad mood. Really? We're violent 8th graders. I mean, I'm usually cheery and such, but being FORCED too, that's another story.

I turned to face this Arabelle, blinking. Was she really going to do this? "I'm Bella." I said lamely. She didn't seem so horrible, though.

I shrugged. "No. I was here last year." I muttered. Arabelle seemed pretty shy to her. I turned to the other girl, who had kept quiet.

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Zoey Martin is a slim but not freakishly skinny girl with black hair and grayish blueish greehnish eyes. xD
She's a bit short for her age, and it bugs her, so she hates when people mention it. Her hair is wavy, just short of curly, always seems to sit just the opposite of the way she wants it, and hangs just past her shoulders. Her skin is very light, which serves as a powerful contrast to her dark hair and oceany eyes.
She prefers to wear somewhat loose shirts, although not to the point where they're falling off or anything. Her typical outfit is simple, just a shirt and jeans. She also wears several braided thread friendship bracelets.
She's really very nice, and likes having lots of friends. She doesn't take things very seriously unless someone teases her about her height, then they'd better watch out! She's often sarcastic and strange, and describes herself as 'wonderfully weird'.
She shapeshifts into a cougar. ((or puma, mountain lion, or florida panther. Whatever you want to call it.))

[I think i'll go with cougar. Lol and I never said that you had to put "paragraph" before your paragraph. Accepted, by the way.]