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McKaine Miller

"The world is so so big, and we finally have a chance to explore it!"

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a character in “The 100 { Rehash }”, as played by kungfugrace

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McKaine Miller
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Just The Basics


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|{Full Name}|
McKaine Hadley Miller
|{Nickname}|
It seems that everyone comes up with their own nickname for her, but her favorite is Mickey, from her brother
|{Age}|
16
|{Birthday}|
December 25
|{Ethnicity}|
Irish
|{Sexuality}|
Pansexual, if she likes you, she likes you
|{Role}|
One of the 100



First Thing's You'll See


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|{Hair Color}|
Brown, long and wavy
|{Eyes}|
An olive green
|{Height}|
5 ft 10 in
|{Weight}|
125 lbs
|{Marks}|
Her body is relatively unscathed, compared to her brothers multitude of rigid scars, open put there by her claws. She does have a scar on the top of her belly button, from when her belly ring had been yanked out, but it had healed and she re-pierced it. She has many small white scars on her hands, but hardly any.

|{In Depth}|
McKaine loves almost anything and everything. She doesn't put very much effort into her looks, though that is not to say she doesn't care what people think of her. Her hair naturally falls in sloppy waves around her head, often very tangled because it is so long. She doesn't usually wear makeup, but for special occasions, she does enjoy making herself dolled up and sparkly. Her style is pretty basic. On the Ark, her parents didn't give her very much of a choice for what she wore, and they couldn't afford to, but she did her best to make things suit her a bit more, coming at them with scissors or a needle and thread often and trying to change them. She has her ears and belly pierced, and prides herself on some of the odd things she has been able to make earrings out of in the past. Her tan skin and rather bushy eyebrows along with her playful grin give her a very friendly youthful glow.



On the Inside


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|{Hobbies || Talents }|
McKaine is a girl of many talents. She has tried her hand at nearly ever activity she had access to up in the arc, and attempted to make opportunities to try many others. The few that have stuck include gymnastics, adventuring, creating things, and singing. She excels in all of these, her vivacious attitude allowing her to throw herself in to anything she wants to try, and has periodically dabbled in kick boxing, throwing knives (which did not go over well at the Ark), guitar, harp, and nearly every other option.
|{Strengths || Weaknesses}|
Basically the epitome of friendly, McKaine is really good at making and maintaining friends. Her bubbly personality and thirst to please people enables her to become friends with people who you wouldn't expect her to get along with. She is able to make people comfortable and often get them to open up, and she is a great listener. This being said, she can fall trap to being used because she is so eager to listen to and even help people. It's hard for her to tell when this is happening. McKaine also does not like physical touch very much, she has never been a fan of hugs or even handshakes, and this can prevent her from getting too close to people.
|{Fears || Secrets}|
McKaine acts as though she is fearless, and is willing to try anything, even if it is dangerous, as lot as it's not blatantly stupid. But she does fear being alone. After being raised on the Ark and constantly being forced to be interacting with other people, twenty-four seven, any time when she is alone she grows nervous, and slightly unhinged. She is also very scared of getting hurt, she isn't the strongest and toughest, and the idea that she could get hurt so easily makes her fearful of being helpless if injured. Her other fears include not being able to choose her course of action, most bugs, and being confined in one place for too long. She mainly just always wants to have an escape route.



Diving Deeper


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McKaine would be happy if she was able to please everyone around her, all the time. But there is no practicality behind that. She, unlike her brother, realizes that it's more important to take care of yourself and do what you need for yourself than to constantly try to help everyone else. As a result, McKaine is a thrill seeker. She lives for adventure and new feelings, and she thinks that if you're not having fun, you're wasting time, and with this as her motto, she is almost always doing something, making someone laugh, or learning something. Joy pulsates from her ever present smile, and it is hard to not smile back when she looks at you with her big, friendly eyes.
On the inside, McKaine isn't really all rainbows and sunshine, and this can show in her sarcastic and sometimes snarky sense of humor. Though, as mean as this can seem, she still gives off an air of acceptance and openness, willing to listen to you, whatever you need to say. And if you just need to listen, she's sure to have a funny anecdote to tell that will make things better, at least for a moment. Despite being adventurous and crazy and fun-loving, she is pretty clear headed and puts her foot down, most of the time, when it comes to things being blatantly stupid or dangerous. She's a good person to have as a friend, always there to confide in or hang out with, and she is very well tempered. At the most, she will be angry for about a minute, but she always evens out and is quickly able to move on from whatever the problem is.
As far as physical interaction goes, she really doesn't like being touched. Other than the occasional pat on the back from her brother, or an even less frequent hug, she does not like physical contact. For whatever the reason, it makes her uncomfortable, and her friendly attitude is not meant to be mistaken for an invitation to huge her or high five her or anything.



Behind the Scenes


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McKaine has always had a support system in her life, whether she has realized it or not. Her brother has been more of a parent to her than her parents ever were, and she's never been without him for very long. Their father was a busy man, constantly either doing office work or social work, being among the elite of the Ark, so she hardly spent any time with him throughout her life. The lack of his presence was never a big deal to her, however, her mother was torn apart from this. Although her and her brother never really witnessed it, her father had engaged in many affairs and was a cruel man to his wife. She resorted to alcoholism.
Brendan had done a great job of hiding this from McKaine for over a year, telling her that their mother was simply sick and just needed extra help, but she did eventually find out, and instead of wanted to help the woman, like Brendan, instead it made her resent her. McKaine started spending more time doing activities, teaching herself as many things as she could, occupying all of her time and her thought space, in order to not think about what her mother had become. And McKaine developed into a great girl. And then her mother passed away, a few months ago. But for some reason or another, her and Brendan are doing just fine.
There were many reasons McKaine was chosen for the sky box. Over the years, she had racked up a long record of many small crimes. Alone, none of them were reason enough to put her there, but together, they were perfect. Her first crime was when she stole knives from the kitchen and taught herself to be extremely accurate with them, as throwing knives, damaging the wall. She stole animals from the lab, provoked a girl to fight her once, and snuck out multiple times to explore the Ark, even after having a curfew set by the authority on the Ark. She should have been more upset about being put in the Sky box, but she saw it as a new adventure, and besides, she had her number one fan, Brendan, by her side with her.



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|{Face Claim}|
Taylor Marie Hill
|{Character Dialogue}|
#FF6EB4

So begins...

McKaine Miller's Story

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Character Portrait: Novalee Price Character Portrait: Brendan Miller Character Portrait: McKaine Miller

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{"People change for two reasons: Either they learned a lot, Or they've been hurt too much.” }



17 | One of the 100 | Homosexual | 5'5''


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It happened in what felt like a flash, one minute Novalee was sprawled out on her cell floor, half asleep, as a couple guards bursted through the door. The sudden rush sent Nova flying up as one of the guard hooked their arms through hers dragging her out the door, "Where we heading to now boys? I was kind of in the middle of something if you couldn't tell." Nova laughed as she continued being escorted through the halls. The guards refusing to acknowledge her, as they usually told her to 'shut up' or something along the lines of it. Nova began to worry as they carried her past the usual doors and towards one she's never been through, "Hey my birthday's not until a few months, I still have time. Why are we going this way?" She began to kick her legs off the ground in fear that this next door would lead her to her inescapable death, if they finally decided to float her early for her actions.

Instead of answering once again, one of the guards reached into their pocket pulling out a large silver bracelet and quickly attached it to her right wrist, sending needles into her as it locked down. "Ow. What the hell is this? Why won't one of you answer me!" She yelled this time, just wanting answers as she twisted and yanked attempting to get out of their grasps, almost succeeding, until she felt a shock wave burn through her as one of the guard pressed a stun gun to her back. She then stopped moving, and let the guards drag her in fear of being electrocuted again, as millions of thoughts raced through her mind. Nova finally took the time to look around a saw that every delinquent in the sky box was being dragged out and her mind automatically assumed that everyone was getting floated, they must have finally deemed us useless and just a waste of space and finally took action on it, she thought.

The guards then walked Nova into another part of a ship, sat her in a seat against the wall, and strapped her down. Nova was confused though she still believed it was the end, she looked around and seen other teens strapped in as well. "Will someone just please tell me what the hell is happening?" Nova screamed out in frustration causing some of the teens to stare at her though she didn't care. "We're going to the ground!" One of them yelled and many responses came back some consisting of Yeah right, or I told you so's. A few more people were carried in and Nova looked over to the see some familiar faces.

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Character Portrait: Novalee Price Character Portrait: André Bellerose Character Portrait: Brendan Miller Character Portrait: McKaine Miller

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McKaine Miller


McKaine was getting antsy. She had found a relatively comfortable position, crouched on her bed with her knees tucked up under her arms, in front of her chest, and her eyes glued to the door. But every few minutes or so she would get up and begin pacing, walking the walls of her room and looking for something to do or some way to leave. Unlike most other delinquents here, she'd only been in this cell for about a week. Her actions over the years had built up, and her father had no longer cared to request a favor of keeping her out of the sky box. And she didn't mind, not really any ways. Except she was growing antsy and bored and her back hurt from the mattress that might as well have been a thin yoga mat.
She took a seat back on the bed, pulling her legs under her when there was a noise at the door, before it was pushed open. Immediately jumping to her feet, McKaine moved towards the door slightly, and her eyes bared down on the guards who entered. She stared quizzically at them, but before she had time to react, they'd grabbed one of her arms each and started to drag her out of the room, mumbling to each other. McKaine giggled.
"Uh hi, what's the deal guys?" she muttered, glancing at both of them, but not putting up a struggle at all. In fact, she walked along with her arms linked in theirs as if they were all together, going to a show or something. "Hey loosen the grip bud, i'm complying."
They pulled her to a turn, and her eyes, slightly glazed over with confusion, passed over her brother. He was down a different hallway, in the same situation. She gave him a cheeky smile and light wave, with her limited arm movement, and turned her gaze to in front of her. There were many like herself being taken from the sky box, and being transferred somewhere. Instead of worrying at all, she just looked around to see if she recognized people, and kept an eye out to see where they were going. The guard on her right slapped a bracelet on to her wrist, and pushed her ahead of a group kids and guards in a line, bringing her on to what seemed to be a drop ship of some sort. Her eyes lit up with excitement as she looked at the rows of seats. The guards brought her to the top level then let go of her arms, muttering for her to find a seat. At this point, she was very confused and slightly worried, but not as much as she was excited. She eyes scanned the slowly filling seats, and she spotted a long haired boy with no one next to him. She trudged to him, taking in his looks as she approached. McKaine took a seat next to the boy, acknowledging how uncomfortable it already was, and turned to him.
"Uh hi, I'm McKaine."




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Brendan Miller
Brendan wasn't in the sky box when a guard came up behind him and asked him to follow. Although he had been in a cell for a few months, his father had gotten him out because he wanted Brendan to clean out their mother's things. He calmly followed the guard out into the hallway, not suspecting anything out of the ordinary until he saw a second guard standing in the hall waiting for him. "Hey what's the meaning-" he was cut off by one of the guards. "You've got to come with us, to the skybox." Brendan did not understand, but followed the first guards guiding arm. They walked about half the length of the hallway before Brendan stopped in place. His pulse had been slowly raising as they walked, confusion building up inside of him as to what was going on. "But I'm not supposed to go back until tomorrow-" Brendan began again.
To this, he received a kick in the back of his knee from one of the guards. "Lets go." they said, more forcefully taking ahold of his arms and yanking him along with them. Brendan wasn't necessarily fighting back against them, but he was not helping them take him either. What is going on, he thought, his pulse still high and rapid, as they walked through the halls, lined with cells. It seemed as though every other captive youth was being dragged out in the same manner as him. Where could they- McKaine.
Brendan's analytical thought process was cut short when he spotted his sister down the hall, turning out of his vision. Her quickly flashed smile and wave were enough to set him off. "Mickey," her muttered under his breath, perking his whole body up and rushing forward, though halted by the guards hold. "Mickey," he said a bit louder, watching her leave his vision. He thrashed in the guards hold, ripping his left arm from the guard and elbowing him against the wall, having no thoughts but getting to his sister and making sure she was okay, whatever was going on.
There was a sharp pain in his lower right back, so extreme it made Brendan's vision go blurry, and his breath freeze. The other guard had tazed him. He was at a loss for words, and a loss for actions.
The guards chuckled at him, the left guard wiping his face and grabbing ahold of Brendan again, who was now slightly more limp in their arms, though technically not resisting. He hung his head down and allowed the guards to guide him forwards, ignoring all of the calls of those around him, some scared and some excited, and sat down when the guards pushed him forwards into a seat. His head immediately shot up to search around for his sister, who was nowhere in his sight. However, he did recognize the girl next to him, her name was Novalee. He simply looked at her, trying to gage how she was taking in the whole situation.

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Character Portrait: Echo Lee Character Portrait: Heather Torrez Character Portrait: Loup Natblida Character Portrait: Quinn Reun Character Portrait: Sky Crescent Character Portrait: Adrian Bellerose Character Portrait: André Bellerose Character Portrait: McKaine Miller

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OOC: since there hasn't been much progression, I'm gonna go ahead and post all my characters reactions to the drop ship landing. :)
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As Echo watched bodies being piled in to the drop ship, she heard a small voice next to her and wasn't sure if it was directed at her or someone else. So, she looked over and realized that it was Heather Torrez. Not someone she knew particularly well, but she had seen her around before. Thus, she decided to spark up a conversation but not before letting the girl finish. However, the chancellor started speaking on the screen and she thought she should listen instead. The chancellor started explaining the situation to all the scared and excited kids.

Basically, the kids were being sent to the ground to see if it's safe. The fact that they were sending down juvenile kids confused and scared her to no end, she felt like they were being sent down to earth to die, but why? Although it's against the law, if they wanted to just get rid of people, they could just kill all of them without all the trouble of sending the kids to earth. So, maybe there really is something on the ground? She wasn't sure. It was mentioned that the wristbands were there to make sure that the kids were still alive, as the band tracked pulse and other things. The chancellor then went on to say that all of the kids were specifically hand chosen because of their talents and where they come from. Echo wasn't sure if she believed that part.

The final thing the chancellor talked about was supplies. He said that they will shoot down extra supplies to earth when needed but to go inside Mount Weather for good supplies. The supplies in Mount Weather was meant to last years and years and it was inhabited. The chancellor said that even if there were people in there before, they'd likely be dead by then. Echo sighed and chewed on her lip, blocking out the chancellor saying his goodbyes and whatnot. She realized that there was a big chance that people would die down there and she wasn't prepared to deal with anymore death in her life.

Pushing back all these emotions, she looked over at Heather again and noticed she was trying to get out of the cuff they put on her.
H-Heather Torrez, right?
She asked with a slight nervous tone in her voice as she painfully watched the girl fiddle with the wristband.
Hi, if you don't recognize me, I'm Echo Lee. I used to see you sneaking around past curfew, but you were pretty young then, so I wouldn't be surprised if you don't recognize me.
Echo added with a friendly smile.
Oh and if you weren't listening, that band is so they can make sure we're still alive and safe... So you might want to keep that on.
She suggested, not losing her friendly tone.

A few minutes later, she felt the ship start to rumble and a loud noise was emitting from the engine of the ship.
Oh god, oh god...
Echo muttered and looked around at all the faces of the kids. Some of the kids who were previously excited were now expressing the same nervousness that Echo was feeling. In a matter of seconds, there was a huge, rough drop and her head smacked back roughly on the wall behind her, giving her an instant headache.
Fuck!
The teenager cursed and bit her lip painfully as her body continued to get swung around.

Echo held her head in her hand and when the parachute was released, the exact same thing happened and her head swung back into the wall on the exact same spot on her head. The ride down was much less rough and she assumed they were now on earth, but couldn't tell as her thinking was foggy. Tears escaped her eyes and she sniffled. She really was trying not to cry, but the impact hurt like hell. The drop ship landed and immediately, everyone was unbuckling themselves and gathering around the front door. She slowly unbuckled herself and got up, waiting to head towards the door with Heather. There was a lot of yelling and commotion at the door, which didn't quite help her head situation.
That was a really rough ride, I hope nothing on the ship got damaged...
She said while wiping away her stubborn tears.


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Kick harder! There's no way you're going to knock anyone back with that weak kick. Try again!
Loup shouted in Trigedasleng to all his students and exhaled heavily once they went back to sparring. He wondered where his dear friend and brother (not by blood) had been. The younger man was at almost every single practice, even if he had a busy day. Perhaps he forgot? Loup rubbed his temples and quite honestly, didn't want to deal with his students, since most of them were clearly goofing off.

Class is over for today. If you come in tomorrow as hyper as you were today, try to direct that hyper energy towards beating your opponent and not towards wasting my time, alright?
He said with a snarky tone in his voice and everyone gulped and nodded in response.
Dismissed.
He muttered before turning around and grabbing his his weapons, tucking them in various compartments and other places on his body. Loup didn't know why, but he had a horrible feeling in his gut and felt as if something bad was going to happen. He thought that something bad had happened to Quinn and decided to go out in the forest looking for the boy, without checking their house first.

After a while on his walk through the forest, he heard a waterfall nearby, telling him that he had gone in the wrong direction. However, he decided to advance it as Quinn could've very well gone to wash himself off. When Loup stepped out from behind the trees, his eyes widened at the sight and he blinked a few times before composing himself. There was a beautiful, unique looking woman sitting nude underneath the falling water. He hadn't seen the pale woman around before so he assumed she lived in the other village nearby, but didn't jump to any conclusions. Although Loup was normally fine with nudity, he found himself blushing and hid behind a tree, refusing to look at her. I feel so creepy. He thought as he regained his breath.

Loup wanted to ask the woman if she'd seen a tall blond kid anywhere, but didn't want to be a creep and leer at her while she bathed in the nude. So, he waited. He wasn't sure why he waited and for how long, but he waited. When she suddenly began singing, he couldn't help but peek from the other side of the tree. She switched from singing to laughing and he smiled softly, feeling a bit less afraid. He felt more comfortable watching her swim around for the next few minutes, as her body wasn't exposed to him. He hid behind the tree again when she stated changing and simply sat there.

As he sat there behind the tree, he heard a low rumbling noise that sounded like it came from far away. He slowly stood up and furrowed his brows, wondering what the hell that noise was. However, he was snapped out of it when the pale lady walked past the tree he was standing by and his heart sank down to his ass. He held his breath and hoped she hadn't seen him at the corner of her eye, although she probably had. He wasn't sneaky in the slightest and was a very tall man. All of a sudden, there was a loud booming noise and something was falling from the sky; he wasn't thinking about his strange little crush at this point and he was staring up into the sky at the unknown object soaring down.
My god...
He mumbled to himself. Suddenly, the potential danger of his village came to mind and he bolted past the woman and towards where the object was falling.

After running through the forest for a while, he finally arrived at where the strange object had landed and walked right up to it, inspecting the sides. He didn't know what the hell was going on and didn't know what or who would come out, so he figured that he might as well get a glimpse of what he's dealing with. After a little bit, nothing happened but he did find what appeared to be the front door or gate, so he planted himself in front of it. Not directly, as it would crush him when it opened if he did, but he stood a few feet away. He unsheathed his large sword and kept one arm on his thigh, where a knife was strapped. Loup was prepared for whatever events may happen.


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While André sat in his spot and waited for the ship to drop from space, he heard a feminine voice beside him. He wasn't even paying attention to anyone around him and instead thought of what his brother and he would do once they got to the ground. André really wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone until he actually got a good look of the voice that spoke to him. She wasn't the best he's ever seen, but she was pretty. And not to mention, her body was nice too. He'd scanned all of her silently in a time period of about ten seconds and grinned.
Hey, cutie. I'm André.
He held out his hand to her, expecting her to shake it.

What'd a sweet thing like you do to get yourself caught up in this situation?
André was of course implying how she managed to get locked up, but he figured she knew what he meant anyways. At this point, the televisions and speakers had been turned on, but he didn't care for what the chancellor had to say at all, so he just continued to pay attention to McKaine. He decided that he would sleep with this girl, at some point or another. A few minutes after the chancellor had stopped talking about pointless bullshit, the ship started to rumble and growl. His seat started vibrating and the lights dimmed a bit in the ship.
Damn loud in here, huh?!
André shouted over the noise to the girl beside him and all of a sudden there was a huge drop and his body slammed back against the wall.

André wasn't hurt, just surprised. There was a lot of shaking and pressure and he couldn't help but wonder if that meant there was something wrong with the ship. He gulped and looked all around at the rest of the teens who's bodies were being shaken around as well. He noticed that some of the teens had actually hurt a shoulder or some other body parts and considered himself lucky to have not been hurt in any way. André was quietly wondering if Adrian or McKaine had been injured as well. The second huge "bump" occurred when the parachute was released, except André was prepared this time and had his back pressed hard up against the wall so the impact wasn't as bad as before.

After a few more minutes of falling down, there was the final landing and most kids got out of their seats immediately including André. He unbuckled himself as quickly as he could and pulled himself out of his seat, brushing off his coat. The teenage boy couldn't contain the excitement of seeing his brother again for the first time in forever, but of course he wouldn't tell him that. He picked up his heavy bag from underneath the seat and was about to go, but found himself frozen in place. Although André was excited to see Adrian again, he was the reason they hadn't seen each other in so long. It was his choice to stop visiting him and it was his choice to be an asshole. André gripped his back pack straps with sweaty palms and watched as the other kids made their way to the front gate. All of a sudden, a familiar voice was heard.

André?


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Adrian sat patiently in his seat and tapped his fingers on his knees. Most people were interacting with each other, but Adrian decided to just stay quiet. Well, it was less of a decision and more his shy side blocking him from interacting with anyone. So, the teen was left alone with his thoughts. At this point, he just decided to accept that they were going to Earth. To be quite honest, it was a genius plan on the council's part. Get rid of useless oxygen by sending juveniles to their death. These kids weren't going to go anywhere in life anyways, they'd either work as a lowly janitor for the rest of their lives or get floated when they're of age. Including himself.

All of a sudden, the chancellor's voice boomed through the speakers and his face was on the television. Adrian humored the man (though the chancellor would never know) and listened to what he had to say. There was an explanation of what was happening, there were safety precautions and survival information. The chancellor was really trying to give these kids false hope, making Adrian sigh loudly. Why not just tell the truth and get it over with? We're not gonna die any faster. He pessimistically thought to himself, as he normally would. While he was caught up in his pessimistic thoughts, Adrian hadn't noticed how much time had passed by and didn't even notice the deafening sounds of the ship getting ready to drop into space; he wasn't expecting the impact that would occur with this drop.

Adrian's head was whipped forward in a sudden movement, causing him to pull something at the back of his neck painfully.
Merde!
He cursed in French, trying to keep his neck still throughout the movement of the ship. Every time his head swung even a the slightest bit, it felt like someone was trying to twist his head right off his neck. He was thankfully expecting another huge wave to hit the ship when the parachutes were released and although it did swing his head around, he managed to keep it more still than if he weren't expecting it. Wouldn't be surprised if someone died on this ride down... I wonder if something's wrong with the ship? Maybe it's meant to kill us so the council can explain our "accident". Adrian pondered this until landing, to which he slowly but surely unbuckled himself.

Adrian tried keeping his neck straight and stiff while he stood up, but managed to feel the pain of it anyways.
Screw this...
He grumbled as he walked like a robot towards the ladder and made his way down to the first floor. When he finally got to the bottom and looked around, his eyes landed on someone. Someone who looked exactly like him. His twin.
André?
He asked, wide eyed and ecstatic, yet sad that they'd soon both be dead from radiation poisoning.

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Character Portrait: Echo Lee Character Portrait: Heather Torrez Character Portrait: Novalee Price Character Portrait: Adrian Bellerose Character Portrait: André Bellerose Character Portrait: Brendan Miller Character Portrait: McKaine Miller

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{"People change for two reasons: Either they learned a lot, Or they've been hurt too much.” }



17 | One of the 100 | Homosexual | 5'5''


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Nova, out of nervousness and just pure excitement with the idea they may be actually going to the ground, gripped the bars of the seat that held her in place as she looked next to her to the boy looking as if he was trying to study her. It had took her a moment to recognize the face but seconds later it clicked. His name was Brendan, Brendan Miller. She had always seen him around but never exactly spoke to him, atleast not as much as she did with his sister, McKaine. "Welcome to the party." Nova sighed while the boy was quickly being strapped in by a guard.

Nova began to look her around as most of the guards started to rush out as the doors closed, Nova was about to say more to the boy until the tvs and speakers kicked on. They showed the chancellor as he explained the current situation, Nova tried to focus on the chancellors words but her mind was racing. Before she could force herself the focus she felt a sudden jolt as the ship detached from the ark, she wasn't exactly sure that was why but that was her assumption. Her head hit against the sides of the seats to the point where her vision blurred, she believe bonked heads with Brendan at one point too due to the movement.

Everyone on the ship was either yelling, laughing, or even crying as it was a huge mix of emotions. The second impact was due to the parachutes flying open and Nova hit her head once more. "Damn it." she muttered to herself as her sight wavered due to the impact once again. She blacked out for a what felt like a second before regaining consciousness, she open her eyes to see most kids hopping out of their seats, as they had finally hit the ground. She flung up to get out of hers, but to her surprise, it was jammed. Of course this would happen to me, Nova thought to herself as she squirmed in the seat just trying to get out and get a better understanding on everything that was happening. "Can I get a little help here?" She yelled out to some of the kids, waiting for someone to at least help.

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Character Portrait: Novalee Price Character Portrait: Adrian Bellerose Character Portrait: André Bellerose Character Portrait: Brendan Miller Character Portrait: McKaine Miller

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McKaine Miller


McKaine's eyes scanned over the boy in front of her, making their way up to his lips as he replied. She wasn't really, checking him out, but rather sizing him up. She wanted to know as much as she could about the boy who was next to her when they embarked to do- whatever it was that was going to happen. When he spoke, she felt a light blush rise in her cheeks, and a soft smile fall. Without letting it waver, she very lightly placed her hand in his for a quick shake, then pulled away, not letting it show that she didn't like the physical contact.
Her gaze traveled to the row of seats in front of her, watching a rather large boy fighting against the guards who were attempting to settle him in his seat. The guard hit the boy over the head, and while the boys eyes circled in confusion, he forced him into his seat. Her eyes flipped back to the boy- André was his name -as he spoke to her. McKaine chuckled, leaning closer to the boy, looking him dead in the eyes and saying "Killed a boy because he called me cutie." She assumed he understood this was a joke and if he hadn't, he wasn't someone she wanted to be friends with anyways. Sitting back slightly, yet keeping her body leaned and turned towards him, she looked at him, closer this time, taking in the slant of his nose and face, and noticing the jewelry that he wore, taking a special notice of his cartilage piercing. She was jealous.
"Love the bling," she spoke, and although it may have sounded sarcastic, a quick glance at her smile would show she was being friendly, playful even. Her eyes flickered quickly to the TVs as they turned on, the speakers as well, but she centered her attention back to the boy, seeming to find some sort of comfort in a fast made friend- if she could call him that.
Eyes fluttering to the ceiling as the lights dimmed, McKaine nodded her head slowly to André, opening her mouth to speak before a huge drop drove her body into her seat's backing, her face hitting hard on the side of hers and André's, since she was leaning towards him. Although the hit itself didn't necessarily hurt, it did sting a bit. She realized in the moment, at the drop, she'd reached her hand out and grabbed André's leg, at an attempt to find grounding, and promptly let go.
For the second bump, she was well adjusted, in a place where she could push back against the backboard, and steady herself. She stayed silent as the ride continued, very uncharacteristically, but couldn't help but notice the warmth and wet feeling on the side of her face, that had slammed the wall. When the ship came to a landing, she jumped up about as fast as possible, following in suit with André. Cautiously raising her hand to under her cheek, she pulled it away to see it blood soaked. McKaine shrugged it off, knowing head wounds bled more, and basically forgot the wound, glancing around at all the movement, excited.
Next to her, André seemed frozen in place. She was about to give him a light push, get him moving, until a boy who looked, well, shockingly like him, spoke to him and caught his attention.
"I'll see you later, pretty boy," she said to André, giving him a quick wink and arm squeeze, before moving out of his way and starting forward. She was sad to leave her friend, and be alone, but she knew Brendan must be worrying. And besides, how cool was this?!





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Brendan Miller



Brendan broke into a grin when Nova spoke, chuckling lightly at her remark. His smile stopped almost immediately when the guard finished strapping him down, and he looked down at himself. What was all of this? Why had they all been assembled and brought here, and more importantly, where were they going. He thought the girl was going to speak to him, but instead, TVs and speakers came on. On them, was the Chancellor. Brendan paid this no attention, nearly viciously looking up and down the aisles, as far as he could see, trying to find McKaine. Panic struck him eternally.
McKaine was wild. For all he knew, she'd gotten herself tased to death. Or was hiding somewhere. Or had done any number of things that could end with her being killed. And Brendan knew this. When his searching attempts came to no avail, he settled back to say something to Nova, but there was a lurch in the ship. His head smacked back against the seat, bouncing off and hitting Nova, before hitting against the seat again.
He felt awful, he knew his head was hard and that that could not have felt good for her. When the flight settled, Brendan was slightly amazed, and in shock, but composed himself easily, and very quickly.
Unbuckling his seat, his attention turned straight to Nova, looking at the seat clip. "Well clearly it's jammed," he chuckled, lightly trying to open it. When that didn't work, he gave it a few very hard tugs, then tried again. And when that didn't work, he glanced around, and seeing that everyone was in commotion, he smacked the seatbelt with his new bracelet from the guards, which was hard, and metal. He blocked the blow from affecting Nova by holding his hand on the back and pushing against his own hits. When his first light hit didn't do anything, he breathed out, looked at Nova and said "I hope this doesn't hurt."
To Brendan's joy, with his arm wound all the way back, and a strong strike to the clip, it snapped in half, and released Nova. He smiled to himself, standing very close to Nova at that point, because he had to in order to get out of the chaos and be close enough to the clip, but he now realized he may be invading her space, and took a step back towards his own seat, offering out his hand to help her up.