Awesomeness!!!! (open)

The plot is, In the distant future, everyone is immortal. To keep things interesting people often reset their memories every few centuries, so they can live life anew. Everyones reset has malfunctioned, causing them to remember thousands of years of lost memories.

Rules:

1. minimal cussing
2. No Mary/Gary Sues. I don't care if you use a character from another role play, but make sure the character seems original.
3. Do not control another person's character.
4. Make sure to sign off before leaving so people aren't still trying to talk to your character.

Format
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Personality:
Appearance:
Wears:
Any identifying marks:
One random fact:
(You can include the universe or character link if you like)

My character:
Name: Amona Salib
Age: 24
Gender: female
Personality: hard-working, tries to help people, shy, bipolar, once you get to know her she's more fun, laughs to break tension
Appearance: Long, wavy, black hair, brown eyes, tan skin, nose is too small for her face
Wears: blue ombre sundress, a moon and stars bracelet, Black or silver heels or boots
Marks: scars on her back
One random fact: works as a secretary

Of course!

Name: Shey Guildwell
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Personality: She is kind and out-going, laughs at almost anything, loves to be a leader, humorous.
Appearance: Curly ambre-brown hair, sea green eyes, never wears makeup because she has poreless skin, fit and 5'4
Wears: Black jeggings, combat boots, long plaid shirts, and sometimes earrings.
Any identifying marks: She has a tattoo of a star on her left shoulder.
One random fact: Her favorite color is blue.

Wow. Sorry, that took so long…

No you're good. I like it.

I mean her.

XD

Should we start or wait for more people?

Ummmmmmmmmmmmmm…… Start?

Ok cool.

Hang on I want to change Amona's age. Let's say she looks 24 but since she's immortal she'e actually 234.

How long are their lives… Like how long do they get to go without having to restart?

Oh, I have to go. I should be back soon. You can go on without me if you want.

I'm good.

(Hi can I join plz?)

Ok I'm back.

Yes, anyone who wants to join can.

(Thx)

No problem.

OK someone please start!

Sorry I forgot and worked on another character I'll start.

(M'kay.)

Amona sipped her tea. Jasmine tea had always given her comfort. Well, Amona crinkled her
eyebrows, she didn't know if it was always. That was the thing about being immortal, when things changed, sometimes you never knew. Who knows maybe only 24 years ago she had hated jasmine tea with a passion. She sighed looking around the small tea and coffee shop.

Shey stumbled into the nearest shop on the street. She searched the room and locked eyes with an older woman. She walked over to her and pulled up a chair. "Hi, can we have a casual conversation? Someone's following me right now and I need to be around someone to keep them from getting me. Long story… Don't ask."

Amona eyes flew to the door as a girl flew into the store. Amona's eyebrows raised in curiosity as the girl looked around the shop. She looked ragged and had a panicked expression. She locked eyes with Amona before darting to the nearest occupied table. The woman sitting there looked extremely surprised. Amona continued to stare curiously as the girl launched into a rapid fire conversation with the other woman.

When the woman that Shey tried to talk to didn't answer, she shot out of her chair. "Fine! Thanks for your help." Shey slammed the chair with her fist and turned back to the window, Adrien had found her. He stood there giving her a mischevious grin. Shey used to fall over herself when looking into his blue eyes, but now all she felt was fear, pure terror. "Ah, shit!" She mumbled.

Amona jumped as the girl started screaming at the other woman. "Fine!" she screamed. "Thanks for you're help." The girl slammed the chair into the table causing the other woman's coffee to spill in her lap. The woman looked to scared to complain. The girl turned back to the front of the store and a look of pure terror came over her face. Amona looked over curiously and saw and a blue-eyed boy grinning ferally at her. Before Amona knew what she was doing she had left her chair and was racing to the other girl. "Hey, there you are," Amona said laying a hand on the girl's tense shoulder.

Shey jumped back, her pulse pounding in her ears. Her breath had returned before she even knew that it left. She tried to calm her facial expression but doubted that it worked. "H-hi. Who are you? Why are you helping me?" Tears ran down Shey's face. "Please help me," she begged.

(Do our responses have to be so long?)

Amona's hand flew off the girls shoulder as the girl whirled around. The girl's eyes were wide and her mouth and nose scrunched. "H-hi. Who are you? Why are you helping me?" Amona opened her mouth startled as the girl started crying. The girl cast a look back out the window. The boy's face was contorted in anger. Turning back to Amona she pleaded, "Please help me."
"I'm Amona. I just thought you looked like you could use some help. I've had my fair share of boy troubles," Amona said. "We could get a table and sit and talk, or if you want to go somewhere more private I have a car, I could drive you home." Amona cast a worried look at the boy still leaning against the door jamb.