Welcome, guest! These are my roleplay characters that I use most often. If you see an intro here it was written by me. If you see a picture here it was drawn by me. That means paws off and make your own. =P Now, here they are.

Name: Kelsey
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Hair: Deep brown, very beautiful and thick, down to her knees
Eyes: Vibrant green
Figure: Thin and medium height but much stronger than she looks
Personality: Very hyperactive, and has a great sense of humor. She values her friends and is a great listener. She says random things at odd times and is very childish, but very kind.
Odd facts: Avoids milk like the plague, refuses to drink, smoke, or do drugs, and is quite clueless.
Powers: 1. A strange type of telekinesis. She can use it to move things around including herself in order to fly, pour raw energy from herself into others to strengthen them but sleeps for days afterwards, make shields of her raw power, and can fire bolts of her power at enemies from her hands. Whenever she uses her telekinesis her eyes, hands, her bolts of energy, her shields, and all objects she is moving around shine with a very bright green light that is the same color as her eyes' normal hue. 2. She can speak to all animals and understand them. 3. Can predict the weather perfectly wihout thinking about it. She simply knows what the current day's weather will be like.


Kelsey, feeling quite excited, strolled brightly into the orphanage. She had been taken there recently since her last one had been filled up. The older children were transferred to other orphanages in order to keep the young ones feeling secure.

Kelsey didn't have a problem with that. A new home meant new friends, new experiences, and new places. She had been here since the age of six, at which point her parents had been unable to care for her. They had been very poor, and Kelsey was told they had wanted her to grow up away from all that. As far as she was concerned, her life was fine.

About four years later, her powers had started to emerge. Kelsey was found talking to the street cats, and things around her moved of their own accord. She once floated down the steps to her room. Every day the headmistress had asked her to tell them whether the day was warm enough to play outdoors come noon. She was always right.

Kelsey walked into the orphanage happily, looking around to see who else was here. Then she realized she ought to ask where her room was. Kelsey walked up to the headmistress and asked, "Hey, I've just arrived. Can you show me where my room is? The day's going to cloud up and I'd like to unpack while it's warm."

The lady obliged and Kelsey found herself in a room with assorted furniture.

Kelsey, happy to be in a place she could call home, set down her bags. She pulled out her clothes (consisting of jeans and shirts, mostly) And stuffed them into the (/her/, she reminded herself) wardrobe.

She also set her various survival kits (haircare, band-aids, scraps for patching her jeans, etc) on the bedside table for later use.

Kelsey, satisfied with her unpacking, trotted back downstairs to see who else lived here. She then stood there brightly, looking around with her knee-length chocolate brown hair blowing around gently.

A bit bored, Kelsey made a wisp of her power swirl around the room like a ribbon. It glittered brightly with the now-familiar green glow, as did Kelsey's hands and eyes.