A/N: I just wanted to start by saying that I have been wanting to write a Sense8 story for a while and a Submit your own character is the perfect format.

Also the point of view will often change from first to third; due to the mechanics of the show. Anyway enjoy.

I tried my best not to scream. I tried to focus on the gentle rocking of the sea, as I laid in a small boat, but the pain was too much to keep in. Primal growls escaped from my throat with every spasm and cramp. My strange request to the townsfolk to leave me alone while I rowed myself away off the coast and they could easily ignore it if they thought I was in danger. They were very kind people and respected me enough to follow my request. I made all the arrangements as soon as I sensed I was going to birth a cluster. Despite the agony of what I was experiencing, I was looking forward to meeting them and teaching them like Auigo taught us.

"I'm feeling reminded of when Helene gave birth. Though it wasn't in a little wooden boat." Maksym said, as gently sat me up and spooned me from behind. His cold arms were a small comfort against the hot sun above me, but Maks being here was more than a little comfort. However, it was also and incredible danger.

"Maks ... what are you doing? We agreed ... you'd stay on the blockers."

Maria suddenly appeared by the other end of the boat. "We agreed to support you Kalolo, and we are doing just that."

"But -"

"But nothing," Maks argued tightened in him around me. "We are the only ones left. We want to be here as you continue our family."

I felt a warmth in my chest that caused me to cry. After that, I couldn't fight it anymore. I couldn't keep it in. I began to cry out in pain. I felt Maks's helplessness and Maria's anguish from my pain. Though like me they were excited and worried. Excited to meet and know these new people, but worried about what they were being born into. Although it has felt safer since the Cannibal disappeared, he left a big shadow that plenty other monsters would be happy to fill.

"Don't think about that now, my island man," Maria said, as she held my feet. "You're going to be a father."

"Jesus Christ!" I yelled; sounding more pained than I intended to.

My grip on Mak's hand was violent, as we laid on his bed. The room was tinted yellow from their bedside lamp. Helene was wide awake beside us. I was touched to see her, but I also felt guilty. It was 2 am in the Ukraine. I had probably woken them up.

"I'm cooking you breakfast in bed later," Maks told Helene when his hand started to turn blue.

"I would like that offer better if it wasn't inspired by one of your invisible friends giving birth in our bed."

In Ecuador with Maria, she was smoking in a lawn chair on the beach. I was withering in the empty seat next to her.

"This was the closest I could be with you physically. You're probably facing me."

Despite the overwhelming emotions and pains happening to me I could still sense Maria's feelings. "I know you don't ... approve."

Maria sighed; the smoke blew out her nose like the dragon she was. "What is the point in bringing any more people into the pain of being one of us."

"They are already one of us. Besides it's far too late, don't you think." Maks argued, as he knelt in the sand and held my hand.

"Fuck!"

We looked over at Maria who was looking up at an invisible entity. I didn't need to see her to know it was our Neapolitan friend.

Lila took a drag from Maria's smoke, much to her annoyance. "I hope I'm not too late. I didn't have enough time to get a gift."

Maria grabbed back her cigarette. "Leaving would be a good enough gift."

Wickedly Lila smiled before she straddled Maria in her seat. "Oh, that Latin fire," Lila leant into Maria, so their noses brushed on another, "I miss the heat." She said with a sigh.

"Coldblooded creatures are often attracted to heat." Maria countered before blowing smoke into Lila's face.

Lila thinly smiled before she leant away. She studied Maria's stony face. "They're, here, aren't they? Please let them know we appreciate them bringing more to the cause. If we want our Utopia, we are going to need plenty of extra hands to build it. Especially now that the Cannibal is missing, the collaborators at the BPO will be too busy squabbling amongst themselves to be the new top dog."

"I'll be sure to let them know."

Maria looked back at me trying her best not to look how she felt, which was scared. "She's gone, but she wants to use them."

"There is no way in hell we are going to let that happen. She's deluded if she thinks there could ever be a home just for sensates." Maks argued. "We are born in separate parts of the world for a reason."

"We might not have a choice," She argued, "Hurry up Kalolo; we might as well get it over with."

At her urging, I reached deep while trying to ignore the pain. I focused on my connection and the energy unfurling throughout my nerves. Slowly I felt reach out toward them, my children.

A/N: The only definite things are that there are only six spots and they have to be 26 years old. The rest is up to you. I'll also post the form on my profile if you can't copy and paste here.

Form

Name:

Gender:

Nationality:

Skills:

Celebrity look-alike (Doesn't ahve to be 26, but around that age):

Personalty (Detailed):

Family:

Job:

Background:

Anything Else: