X-Gene Generation: Echo WellingtonBasic Info
First name: Echo
Last name: Wellington
Positives: - Kind hearted
Negatives: - Very shy
- Easy to upset
- Can be aggressive
Relationship status: not looking
Birthday: October 8th
Weight/Body type: 130 lbs/ Very thin
Eye color: Light blue
Skin tone: Very pale
Hair color and length: Light blonde. Shoulder length.
Clothing type: Always wears a short blue skirt with white tights and a fuzzy white jacket.
Hero name: Porcelain
Power: Control over ice
Power description: She is able to shoot ice from her finger tips and palms. When extremely upset she will leave behind tracks made of ice.
Power level: 8
Power control: 4
Other info: Echo was once a hero but due to a series of events, she became bitter and turned towards the villains side.
Picture can be seen here: http://anne-t-cats.deviantart.com/art/Echo-Welington-238214464
X-Gene Generation Character SheetBasic Info
Age: (Between 13 and 23)
Gender: (Not limited to male and female)
Positives: (Have at least three)
Negatives: (Have at least three)
Hair color and length:
Power: (Limit 1 power per character)
Power description: (Please be as description as possible)
Power level: 1-10 (1 being weak, 10 being super strong)
Power control: 1-10 (1 being little to no control, 10 being total control)
March's sonnetI find myself falling inside my dream
Drifting down the rabbit hole I can't see
Though nothing is ever what it may seem
Hitting the ground I will stumble blindly
Feeling around in the pure black darkness
I search desperately for a source of light
Lost in this forest I feel like Alice
Searching desperately, nothing is in sight
At the end of the tunnel there is hope
Reaching so far and yet it is so close
I find myself hanging by a thin rope
I can hear the twang of bows and arrows
But, I wake with a start panting in bed
It's amazing what happens in my head
Marchxides memory 5 "How old are you?"
Arch looked up as a group of kids, much small then him stood a couple of feet away. They were a hodge-podge of different worlds and ages. The eldest spoke to him, only about 10 years old, his sandy colored blonde hair fell over the tops of green eyes. He had on a pair of black gloves that had the fingers cuff of, a dark colored long leather jacket hung off his shoulders, reaching down to the top of heavy looking brown leather boots. Archimedes looked at him for a moment, holding a bag full of ingredients for dinner that night.
"I'm thirteen." Arch said quietly, looking at the kids. There was maybe a total of six, the youngest was a boy with black hair and a rather grungy looking band aid across the bridge of his nose. His shirt was two size too big and fell of tanned shoulders. There was two girls, a set of twins with twisted red hair, braided neatly on either side of their heads. They stood next to each other, holding hands. Between pale s