Okay. Here's some fun and a lot of explosions.

Poster A (this is me) creates a Cannon Character.
Poster B then roleplays that character being blown up, then creates a Cannon Character for Poster C.

Poster C blows up the character Poster B created, creates a character for Poster D... and so on.

The point of this game? A Cannon is a weapon.

Rainbow McMoonshine
age: 15
appearance: tall, blonde, sexy and looks really good. she has eyes that change with her mood because that's what all cool characters do. and all the boys like her of course. because she looks good.
celebrity pb: blake lively
relationship: she's practically married to Echo Lightning her very handsome boyfriend whos PB is penn badgley. but all the other boys still like her and sometimes she lets them.
personality: she is really nice and everyone likes her because it is hard to hate someone that beautiful. even her boyfriend doesn't hate her when she cheats. she's good at everything too. because she's beautiful.

(Be expecting of the crappy RPing.)

Rainbow flipped her hair and smiled sweetly at Professor Snape, who all but melted and came over to her at once. "Finished already, Rainbow?" He said in amazement as all around the students clapped. Professor Snape hadn't even finished writing the instructions on the board. Rainbow smiled modestly, which made all the boys (and a few girls) fall in love with her all over again for the fifteenth time that lesson. "I'm sorry, I just can't help it. I'm so excited about Potions!" Her green eyes sparkled as she said it and with her emotion slowly turned amethyst, which made all the girls sigh with admiration.

"I have to say, Rainbow, you're my heroine," said Professor Snape, wishing that he was twenty years younger and a lot less greasy. She beamed up at him and her eyes went bright, beautiful pink, indicating that she was very happy. Something seemed to stretch a little and the girl sitting beside Rainbow (a plain, sensible girl called Martha) frowned a bit. Rainbow didn't notice and kept beaming wider and wider.

All of a sudden she exploded, sending pink and purple and green confetti everywhere. Everyone blinked a bit and then Snape turned to the rest of the class with a scowl on his face. "Well, what are you all waiting for? Get to it!" The class busied itself in trying to look like they were working whilst not actually working and Martha stared at the seat beside her, wondering why it was covered in confetti.

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Steve
Age: 18
Appearance: Steve is your typical - and gorgeous - bad boy. He's got black flippy hair that makes girls faint. His eyes are uncaring and uncannily piercing at the same time, and are a clear, cold grey. His body is great, even though he doesn't do any exercise, and overall he is just so hot (especially in his biker leathers) that girls swoon in his path wherever he goes.
Personality: Steve is bad. He smokes and drinks and has sex like anything. Nobody cares that he smokes and everyone around always tries to drink as much as him (but never can) and all the girls want to have sex with him. He is so bad that he just sits in the classroom and smokes, but the teachers don't mind because they all know how cool he is.

(Mahahahhaa... confetti! Yey!)

The rule was 'four on the floor' but all the rules were bent for Steve. He cocked his head lazily to one side, and took a sip of the Jack and coke that sat beside his pencil case. Old Mathers had told him off for drinking in class once, so Steve had swiped the bottle of vintage whiskey from the Principal's office and was now unashamedly drinking it whilst perving on his English teacher.

She was one hot looking chick, and he knew that she was thinking her life wouldn't be complete if he didn't bend her across that desk after class. He knew it like he knew all the girls were watching him, trying to catch a glimpse of his eyes through his long, dark and troubled hair. He flicked ash from his cigarette to the carpeted floor, staring lazily at the breasts that bounced in the front of the room.

The breasts bounced closer, she was coming towards him. He watched those pretty suckers and imagined all the things he would do when the bell went, tipping his head back lazily as she stood over him. His eyes met hers once, and he knew it would be enough. She was practically in love with him already. He stubbed the cigarette out on the desk, and dropped the butt into her ample cleavage. The class gasped in shock.

'Never mind.' he said, his voice smooth and gravelly at the same time - but nonetheless, dead sexy. 'I'll fish that out later, in private.' he gave her a wink. The girls sighed, the boys cheered him on in their minds and wished they were half as cool as that. He pulled another cigarette from his pencil case, reaching around into his English teacher's jeans for a light.

She blushed, and headed back to the front of the room. No doubt she was thinking how nice it had been to have his hand up against her backside, and how much better it would be when there weren't jeans in the way. He smirked, placed the cigarette between his lips, and flicked the lighter.

There was a crack like a ruler snaping, and suddenly he was engulfed in a fireball. Scraps of clothing, glass from his drink, locks of his gorgeous hair went flying across the classroom and sizzled in corners, the lower half of his body remained in the chair, scorched and smelling of death. Steve was no more.



Bernice
Age: Looks like, 22, but is really 28.
Appearance: She's a nerd and she looks like one. She has big thick glasses and really nice eyes but no one can see them through all that glass. She wears her hair really tight in a bun, but it looks pretty when she lets it out and wears miniskirts, which she almost never does because she thinks she is ugly.
Personality: Bernie doesn't think anyone likes her because she doesn't think she is really worth liking. But she's wrong because she's really very kind and nice, she's just really shy. But when she drinks, she gets really wild, like Girls Gone Wild like wild. She doesn't get any relationships though, because she never wants one but she has lots of one-night stands from when she goes wild and does drugs.

Hunching distinctively over the chemistry set of the school that she taught in, Miss Bernice's ambitions to create a substitute for petrol, for the expensive fuel prices that were in her town at the time, had almost all but dwindled. She'd worked long and hard to get the formula just right, for hours the pessimistic heroine who led a double life stood scratching her head at the black board.

A piece of chalk between her fingers, the party animal-by night, nerd by day, lifted a hand free of any time of jewelery and quickly calculated a new formula. She of course, being the only person in the world who was able to master this brilliant formula. Her, and her best friend in the entire world, Mr Stephen Hawking, had formulated this over the regular telephone calls between the two, as she was, the highest ranking associate in the Golden Keys Society.

A growl at this, rubbing the formula out. "Hmmm... maybe if I carry the one..." she mumbled. Often, Miss Bernice would be within the chemistry lab of the school, St. Margaret-Basil's Home for the Eite-ly Smart and Nerdy but Sexy with a Wild Side, or St. MBHESNSW as everyone so fondly called it. Chat-speak was an offered elective, and they were allowed to use it in essays too.

Hearing a noise at across the room, Bernice turned in time to see the concoction she had left on the bunsen burner over boil. Rushing over, she leaned down close and peered into the tube, catching the smell of gasoline. "My God!" She said loudly, "I've created petrol from water!"

BANG.

As the smoke cleared from the room, revealing a smoking abyss of destruction, those who heard the explosion came running from afar to check for survivors. No one would have been able to identify her body, the genius that was Bernice had, quite simply, exploded into a million pieces.A arm over here, a fragment of glass over there. Leaning in too close to her unstable concoction, breathing and yelling had been this femme fatale's mistake.

Poor Bernice, and the rest of the town that would have to suffer through abominably high fuel prices.

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Raven Apocalypse
Age: 17 years
Appearance: The name says it all, Raven's original name "Atticus", he renamed himself after discovering his dark side. Now, he dresses accordingly in black. His hair is spiked up and he has so many piercings and tattoos that it's not funny.
Personality: There's a hole in the world like a great, black pit. Raven's morbid outlook on life has earned him the dark and sinister reputation. He is apathetic of most things that go on in the world, and likewise, doesn't care about anyone. It drives the ladies wild, seeing him in his pierced, tattooed and rebel-istic glory, standing outside a bookshop looking cool. What woman wouldn't want to tame him? Oh, and the guys admire him too, he's such a cool rebel! Oooooh!

Raven Apocalypse sat in the darkest corner of his favorite hangout--the local Barnes and Noble. He sipped on a latte and read The Raven by Edgar Allen Poe. It was his favorite poem; some days he felt like the Raven in the poem, and other days like the man driven mad, and some days he was so angsty and hardcore he felt like both at the same time. He liked to sit in his corner, his piercings glistening alluringly in the tiny amount of light that reached his lair, and ponder how meaningless life was and how hardcore he was. Whenever a happy bunch of little girls would come in waving their Dr. Suess books around, begging their mothers for some Starbucks which they most certainly didn't need, Raven would make sure to look extra surly and depressed.

Like today. He polished up his nose ring and glared extra angstily at one little girl who was making too much noise.

"Hello mister! You look sad! Oh, please mister, please read me this book!"

She held out a book to him: Pat the Bunny.

Raven took out his pocket knife and stabbed the bunny.

"Once upon a time there was an annoying little girl. So I stabbed her book. The end."

The little girl ran away crying. He knew that he wouldn't get in trouble for what he'd done, because the girl's mother was batting her lashes at him and she obviously would ignore the fact that her child was just threatened; and besides, all the employees wanted to sleep with his bad a**.

He took a sip from his drink (it was pure alcohol mixed with pure caffeine). Raven hated his life. No one was worthy of him.

...But Raven had underestimated the power of Pat the Bunny. For a few moments later the little girl's mother stormed over and held the book out accusingly.

"Did you stab the bunny?"

"Yeah. So what."

"So WHAT!? Can't you read? It says PAT the Bunny, not STAB the bunny, my baby girl is heartbroken because of you!"

It was then that Raven noticed his tragic mistake; this mom had a bracelet on her wrist, and there was a soccer ball charm on it. Soccer mom. Even his badness couldn't overcome that.

"Die, #!@%^$#%$#!!" she shouted. "Die die die!"

The soccer mom ripped out his piercings one by one. Then she beat him to the ground. Then she took his pocket knife and stabbed him. Then she tied the body to the back of her minivan and dragged it down the highway for three miles. Then she hopped out of her minivan, jumped on his beaten and bloody remains, and rolled it into a ditch, where it would be consumed by ravens.

The end.
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Damien Asterope Riddle-Lestrange-Weasley
Age: 20
Appearance: He has the best features of his father, Tom Riddle, and mother, Bellatrix Black. His hair is jet black and wavy. His eyes are black. His skin his pale, but not so pale that he looks like the living dead (he spends a lot of time outside, what with his being a star quidditch player, so he usually sports a healthy tan). He's very buff even though he's 6 foot and a gazillion inches tall. Everyone, including professors, look up to him. Girls tend to trip over their feet and start giggling when they see him coming. "Oh it's that handsome Damien!" they say, "Isn't he a catch!"
Personality: His parents abandoned him when he was an infant, but he was adopted by the Weasleys because they wanted him to be good, so he had major conflicts in his personality as a child. He wanted to be good but some days he just wanted to be bad. As he grew older, the good side eventually won over the bad, and he became an auror. He's also on a pro quidditch team as seeker, chaser, and beater, all at once. He tries very hard to make everyone happy. Everyone loves him. He's more talented than Harry Potter and more attractive than everyone on the entire planet (except for his perfect love, Mary Sue Parfait, of course).