I don't own Silver Rye, she belongs to Starangel Caelum Sunsoar, so don't tell me off!! No flames! Thanks to everyone, who has sent in OC, you should be receiving a test, if I like the main description, please do complete it return it to me, otherwise I can't add your OC. The test is sent out because people who have sent an OC didn't give a detailed attitude description of their OC so I couldn't get a sense of the character. (Otherwise meaning: It was just words... no picture of the character came to mind.) So if you are really serious about having your character in my story, please return the test.
Name: Silver Rye
Age: 16 (sorry Starangel Caelum Sunsoar, I had to the age so she'd fit in the story.)
Height: 5'2"
Eyes: Wolfish grey and they turn silver when her emotions are high.
Hair: Black with silver tips.
Birthday: 23rd September 1988
Bit-beast: Alexiel
Bit-beast type: Angel
Beyblade name: Salvation Beyblade: Silver and black
Personlity: She is hard to control as she acts upon whatever pops into her mind first. She's hopeless loyal to her friends, even if they have back-stabbed in the past.
History: Her mom is a prostitute, her and her twin brother (aki) were a left behind as payment.
Now that's done please read and review!! And don't forget to send in OC!!
ThanksSigned
Kick-flare
Rebel's WayWho the f is she?!
"She's coming too..." A light Chinese male voice echoed hollowly in her ears.
"About bloody time." She recongnised the phoenix wielder's voice.
"No..." She mumbled, the place fell into silence. Her eyes opened, but her vision was still blurry. It sharpened quickly, only to see a tanned face inches from hers, dark ocean blue eyes questioned her, as a cheeky smile curved onto his lips. His midnight blue hair was messily shoved under a red. White, and blue cap, but three bangs poked out from the front.
"FUCKING HELL!" She screamed, falling off the bed, backwards.
"Tyson! You scared her!" A blonde hair lad with puppy blue eyes scolded.
"I'm not surprised, I mean his ugly mug in your face when you've just woken up is hell." A female voice cut in smoothly.
"Silver, the bitch has awoken." Tyson snapped back. The girl turned her head to see 'Silver', she looked about 5'2", and had jet-black hair with silver tips. But the strangest thing was her wolfish grey eyes that seemed to pierce the soul of anyone who dared to look into them. She wore a dark blue top with the silver stalking wolf design and black-washed, skater like jeans with dark blue/black trainers.
"And who's the girl?" She asked, frowning at the girl, who perfectly still on the floor, only blinking rapidly.
"Good question. Ask Kai." The Chinese lad replied, smirking at the slate grey banged, navy blue haired lad, who had remained silently, leaning casually against the wall. His expression was completely, his crimson brown eyes were supposed to be warm in colour but they had a steely hardness. Two blue triangles were painted into each cheek; the widest parts adorned his jaw-line. A white scarf was draped around his neck, and then trailed down his back, giving the look of mystery.
"You..." Was all the girl said, the look of confusion shone in her large, dark ivy green eyes.
"What's your name?" The Chinese lad asked as he turned to face her.
"I can't tell you." She replied with a light Welsh accent.
"And why's that?" The Chinese lad seemed amused.
"Formality is forbidden, it still gives the death penalty." She shuddered with the memory; her training had been drilled into her, ever since she received her first beyblade.
"Bullocks." He snarled. "That sounds like BIOVOLT training, and you are definitely not a BIOVOLT warrior." The lad now seemed pissed off.
"No, I'm no BIOVOLT warrior." She replied, sounding confused.
"Then who/what are you?" He snarled back.
"I'm a chipper."