Student Characters

[Shuhan [On Leave], I'm beside stoopid<- XD]

Name: Roland Harpsi
Age: He looks 17 and was changed at 17 but is truly 5000 or more.
Species: Vampire. {Traditional. Not Twilight junk}
History: Roland can from the 17th century, Boroque period, Renaissance. He was a musician composing boroque music on the harpsicord. He was brilliant at composing boroque and enjoyed playing. He also had his dark side.
Years before he began composing, when he was only 14, he was cowardly. One night going home with some friends from a festival, again, drunk and tipsy, he saw a man, a beggar on the streets. He was always a haughty and proud person and seeing the beggar in rags pleading for money, he thought, Why not have a little fun with him? With that, he gestured for his friends to follow and they captured the beggar laughing insanely but when Roland went to the beggar, he fastened an arm around his throat and, he didn't mean to do it, strong from the alchohol, accidently killed him. Roland and his friends sped away pretending it wasn't them. What they didn't know was that a vampire was around the corner watching. The vampire ran to the almost dead beggar and sunk his sharp fangs into his throat causing the beggar to turn into a vampire.
Years later, Roland never got rid of his partying habit and another night home, he was tipsy again. On the road he saw a beggar and felt haughty again. He this time was alone so he waljed to the beggar and taunted him. He didn't notice the scarlet eyes and fangs when he opened his mouth and when he leaned closer to taunt the beggar more, in one swift motion, the beggar sunk his sharp fangs into his throat. Roland screamed and fell on the floor un concious. Finally, he awoke but everything was different. Everything. He was a vampire.
Over the thousands of years, he still partied. Therefore, he became friends with the 19th century, romantic era composer, Liszt. Liszt was the rockstar of the era in hungary...shoulder length hair, passionate, huge piano playing...you can imagine they were great friends. Chopin was just gentle...unlike Liszt.
Roland wasn't extremely sad about becoming a vampire and is always still wild and proud.
Appearance: Roland has sleek black hair, straight and a tiny bit long. His fangs are razor sharp and his eyes are piercing red. His features are handsome with his bloodless, ghost white skin tone and scary wide eyes with circles underneath. He really loves his coffin though. He has a fairly muscular build.
Personality: Roland is mostly proud, slightly arrogant and clever...well not clever when he's drunk. He can be really quiet and just hang around doing his own stuff in scary places or ... just resting in his coffin. He is a keep to himself person.
Powers: Traditional vampires have most things extended...fangs, speed, hearing etc. He has two personal powers, telekinisis and telepathy.

[thelastrevolutionary]

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Name: Marie Vancesca

Age: 15

Type(ex: werewolf, vampire, witch, elemental, etc.): Air/Mist Elemental

Grade: 9th

Appearance: http://bewitchthemind.tumblr.com/post... Marie has golden blonde hair. Her face is very chiseled and her ears slightly pointy. She has a narrow nose and her eyes are a light grey with little flecks of purple. Marie is very thin and lightweight.

Personality: Marie is one for dramatics. She loves being the center of attanetion and always is given her history. She adores luxury and all the frivolous things that come with it. She has a bad temper because she has always been given everything she wants. She is very vain.

History: Marie was raised in France by her parents both who were so rich they were practically drippings in jewels. Everyday. Arie had servants to attend to her and people adoring her. She lived on an Estate that was practically a palace. She always knew she had a power as both her mother and father did.

Crush/Relationship: Single and picky

Family: Aurora- her mother a perfectionist
Freidrick- her father who spoiled his daughter rotten

Other: Marie has an extreme fear of fire and will not go near it.
If Marue loses her temper her powers can go wildly out of control
Power:
She is able to make herself and other things levitate by using the wind.
If she chooses she can create mist anytime but it drains her

[Abby]

Name: Shane Magurly

Age:13

Type(ex: werewolf, vampire, witch, elemental, etc.): Half ghost/Half Human

Grade:10-she skipped 2 grades

Appearance:http://data.whicdn.com/images/1502488...

Personality:Shane is super curious and loooves to study why people died. She is sweet, nice and funny. She often gets down because people think that she is too goody goody.

History: She only remembers growing up with her single mom until she got the letter. She skipped 5th and 6th grade at her hometown school.

Crush/Relationship:none/straight

Family:her mom and unknown dad -no siblings

Other:her irisis are so light blue that they are almost white, and her skin is super fair.

Power:1:invisibility
2:flight
3:can talk to the dead/when at their grave

[SpartanTurtle-The Ginger Giant]

Name: Gai

Age: 17

Type: Earth Golem/dragon hybrid

Grade:10th

Appearance: human form: http://media.tumblr.com/48f6eafc7e712...
Golem form: http://jonbrazer.files.wordpress.com/...
Dragon form: http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs21/f/200...

Personality: Gai is cheerful. He doesn't take things seriously allot of the time and is kinda hard headed.He is brave and wont let anything happen to his friends. He is kind and helps people when he can.He is usually alone but only because people don't often like to strike up conversations, thinking he is a mean person because hes Scottish, but he is one of the nicest people you could know

History: Gai moved from Scotland when he was six years old, a day after his parents disowned, him from the help of a childhood friend who doesn't know his secret. His parents didn't know of Gai's powers and transformations and neither did he, until a bully from his school got knocked unconscious and hospitalized from a rock pillar rising out of the ground and hitting him in the head after he punched Gai in the stomach. After that Gai's powers and his transformations and how to control them rushed into his mind. His parents kicked him out and he went to his friends house. Luckily his friend was rich and Gai was sent to america where he was put in an american orphanage. Gai soon got adopted after one year and went out at night by himself, honing his powers and training. He was able to live this life for five years before his american family got killed in a car accident. Gai was forced back into the same orphanage for another two years.He was adopted once again but this time by an elderly Scottish man whose real kid had gone off and lived a life of solitude. Gai lived with this old man and learned to play the bag pipes as well as fish and proper manners, this old man had brightened Gai's life up. Gai still trained during the night, his control of his powers extremely well the same as his transformations in a nearby forest. The old man soon became sick and hospitalized after one year. Gai visited the old man in the hospital for another two years before the old man died. A few days after the old mans death, Gai was given the letter, accepting it, he went to the academy, where he know resides.

Crush/Relationship:no one

Family: Real:disowned Adopted#1:Deceased Adopted#2:Deceased

Other:He plays the bag pipes

Power:Besides being able to transform into 2 things. He has control over the element earth

[Jenna ⭐]

Part I:





❝ They say to aim for the stars, but I prefer to aim for the head. ❞



❈Full Name: Eris Ciardha (view spoiler)[

Eris:

[e-ris] Of Greek origin derived from the goddess of discord and destruction. In short, it means 'strife'. Naturally, because of what it symbolises, it is perfect for Eris as it represents her instability between her two halves. Other scripts: Ερις

Ciardha:

[KEER-ya] Derived from the irish word ciar or black (hide spoiler)]

❈Cover-name: Rena Watson (Explained in history)

❈Age: 18 in human years, but only 2 and a half in Amazon years

❈DOB (Date of birth): March 2nd

❈Gender: Female

❈Species: Human

❈Appearance:



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  Hair:

Eris has dark brown hair that falls below her shoulders. It is not too long and not too short and she can still maneuver well with it. If it was any longer, she would have difficulties. She normally cuts it short but she just hasn't had the chance to recently.

  Eyes:

Eris has bright blue eyes. This is really the only difference appearance wise from her and the actual Rena Watson as Rena originally had green eyes. Had anyone know Rena and payed attention to her looks, they would realize that her eye color had changed. Both Rena and Eris had brown hair and round faces and stood at about the same height. The weight was a little different, with Eris being slightly lighter, but that is an easy difference to cover up.

  Height:

Eris stands at about five foot seven. It is a modest height for her as she is not too tall but isn't drastically short either. She often uses her height for advantage as she can be underestimated but also be a threat and it compliments her personality.

  Weight:

Eris weighs in at around one hundred and twenty-nine pounds. This too is also modest as she is not overweight but not underweight. Most of the pounds she carries is actually muscle instead of actual fat. However, she is not the muscular, jock type. Eris is much more the lithe, athletic type.

  Distinguishing Marks:

Although she is a very skilled fighter, Eris has many battle scars. They are mostly from her training with the Amazons but a few are from actual fights.

The second of her distinguishing marks is the Amazon Mark located on her wrist. It looks like a regular burn but if anyone was looking for it, it would be noticeable and easy to distinguish.





❝ Please don’t run. I don’t want to hurt you. I just want to kill you... ❞



❈Personality:

  I’m Not so Innocent:

Eris is two faced. She has two sides to her: her light side and her dark side. She is a sweet, cheery girl at one moment and an angry killer the next. Sweet and nice to your face, she will be every bit sincere. She doesn't do bad things without reasoning and even when she does, she thinks she's doing the right thing. The only time's she'll switch on her evil side is when she's incredibly angry or when the one she's going to mate with has betrayed her or is being pursued by someone else. She does not like competition and will not hesitate to take someone's life for even giving so much as a smile to the person she is pursuing.

  A Touch of Wicked:

Everyone has a little bit of evil in them. Eris's is just bigger and scratching the surface like an ice burg. She has problems controlling it and this will go on random killing sprees because it suits her fancy.

  A Pinch of Risqué:

Eris takes risks like to tomorrow. She would throw herself in front of a train or even kill herself just for what she thinks is love. Her version of love is twisted, meaning that she thinks she has to be with the person every second of the day and can have no one else. She will be attached to this person for as long as possible or as long as it takes for her offspring to murder them.

  Better Be Scared, Better Be Afraid:

Eris is not someone to take lightly. She is a cold-blooded and, despite her facade, it is best to treat her that way. She is not the happy girl she pretends to be. Heaven help the poor soul that happens to enter in a relationship with her. You, my friend, are as good as dead, because if you break up with her, you're dead. If you chose to hook up with her, you better be sterile because the baby will come after you. Either way, you can't escape.



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❈Weapons:

  Ready. Aim. Fire!:

Eris is highly skilled with all weapons but she really loves to use guns. She thinks they are quick and efficient, getting the job done at both close and far range. This is one of the weapons she uses the most as well as knives. She has an entire collection of all kinds of knives in her bedroom and likes to keep a spare pistol on her at all times.

  Finally Pulled My Knife Out of Your Back:

Much as with guns, Eris uses knives quite frequently. They are her favorite handheld weapon and she uses them whenever she has a chance. She can throw them as well as she keeps mostly throwing knives on her. Rarely using butcher knives, she likes compact daggers as well.







❈Powers(s):

  Weapon Manipulation:

(view spoiler)[This is more of acquired skill than an actual power. (hide spoiler)] Eris is a master of all forms of weaponry. The reason for this isn't because she was naturally gifted with weaponry profusion, but because she has built herself to be almost a living weapon. In the two and a half years she's been alive, Eris has trained with many varying forms of weaponry from guns to swords to knives to bow and arrows to pretty much anything imaginable. She has gotten so good with weapons of all forms that she can use pretty much every weapon to its highest capability. There are some weapons she has not used - angel blades, demon blades, specially crafted weapons - but if they are similar to any normal weapon and could be used by an ordinary human, then she could wield it.

❈Statistics:

Stealth: 7/10
Strength: 6/10
Charisma: 4/10
Luck: 5/10
Agility: 8/10
Speed: 7/10
Endurance: 9/10







❈Likes:

  Love:

As almost anyone would guess, Eris is somewhat of a hopeless romantic. She likes to believe that love will last forever and, for her, it will. Even though she knows that her child will kill her mate, she likes to think that they will live forever in her memory. While this may be true, it is a very creepy thought as she is pretty much setting up her lover to be murdered whereas if she just stayed away from them, they could live a normal happy life. Eris always says though, “A short time near me is better that a lifetime away.”

  Violence:

Although she doesn’t commit it without reason, Eris loves brutality. She loves the feeling of taking another person’s life or splitting open their skin or beheading them. Its one of her favorite pass times and she will be glad to oblige to anyone’s violent need as long as she gets something out of it.

  Weapons:

Being a master of armaments, Eris has a soft spot for any and all weapons. She loves to just run her fingers across the blades or barrels or whatever it is and think about how fast she could kill someone with it. Currently, her favorite weapons are shotguns and knives. They’re fast, efficient, and easy to carry. But it really doesn’t matter to her what kind of weapon she is using as long as it gets the job done.

  Cute Items:

Though she is a total psychotic murderer, Eris loves cute things. She has a collection of stuffed animals sitting right next to her gun and knife collection. Eris loves to wear ribbons in her hair or comfy pink pajamas and would go to the store and just buy everything fluffy in the universe if she could.

[Jenna ⭐]

Part II:

❈Dislikes:

  Breakups:

Breakups are one of those things that no one takes well. Eris takes them worse. When someone breaks up with her, she goes into a fit of rage, not at the other person, but at herself. Luckily, Eris hasn’t experienced a break up yet - she would have killed herself if she had - but a word to the wise for whoever even ponders it: Don’t do it. This is one of her quotes just to illustrate: “And if we only die once, I wanna die with you.” Before Eris takes her own life, you can bet she is going to come after yours.

  Cheating:

Cheating and breakups go hand in hand only cheating is less drastic. For Eris, cheating means that her significant other could simply not resist the temptation of another man or woman and because of this, she must hunt that other person down to eliminate the threat. This is one reason that it is best to just stay loyal to Eris and she will not tolerate cheating or disloyalty. Innocent people will get killed if they stand in her way, whether they knew it or not.







❈Background History:

❝ Oh, you want to know my past? Well, okay! It's not very pleasant but I think you'll enjoy it. I sure did. ❞

As an Amazon, Eris was born to an Amazon mother and a human father. The man who had birthed her was not aware of the pregnancy as he did not know that Eris's mother was what she was. Eris was born merely a few days after the conception and, being an amazon, developed extremely quickly. By a few hours, she was was already six years old in human time. Upon hitting this age, she was sent away by her mother to undergo extreme training as an Amazon. This included the consuming of human flesh bathed in milk as well as the Amazon symbol being burnt into her wrist (view spoiler)[



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Eris remained at training until she turned sixteen two days after her initial birth. At this stage in her life, the advanced aging process stopped and she began to age as a normal human being.

Upon returning from Amazon training, she was sent to kill her father as a sort of initiation. Eris arrived at her father's house with a smile on her face and a sparkle in her eyes. She was happy to finally kill her father. As the man invited her inside, she took up a momentarily residence with him, claiming that her mother had kicked her out of her own home. The father, unaware of most aspects of the situation, truly had no idea who she was - he wouldn't have guessed it was the daughter he had unknowingly conceived just a few days ago. He let her stay with him, thinking she was just a poor, lost teenage girl. But she was more than that and a plan was forming in her mind.

Eris could have murdered her father right then and there - the moment he opened the front door - but she was smarter than that. She had patience for this enormous job and wanted to carry it out to the best of her abilities.

So one night, as her father lay peacefully in bed, she took a carving knife from the kitchen and crept into the bedroom. Knife concealed behind her back, she padded up to the bed and held it high above him. The beating of his heart leapt throughout the room, filling every nook and cranny with its constant sound. When she plunged the knife into his chest, the heart kept beating for another moment like an afterthought.

The man gasped awake, his hand clutching his chest in agony. He opened his eyes to come face to face with her gruesome, blood covered smile. Fear and disbelief were evident in his eyes as the life slowly drained out of his face. "Good night, Papa..." Eris had cooed softly as she carved the Amazon symbol into his chest just before he died.

Next she dismembered him, ripping his arms and legs from his torso and hiding them underneath the floorboards. It was almost the same as in a story her mother had read her when she was sent away for training. Her mother had said it was close to the way all Amazon women dismembered their fathers. She was right: it did feel like that.

After succeeding in her initiation, Eris was sent off into the world to find a mate she's been at it for around two years and has already birthed an Amazon child. However, the child failed in her initiation and was killed. Eris, being incredibly angered, went after the one who killed her daughter and found the killer to be a young woman. The woman's name was Rena Watson. Rena was a siren who had been hooking up with Eris’s mate and managed to lure Eris's daughter into her icy clutches and end her life. Eris managed to kill Rena, leaving her remains in the middle of the living room. While there, Eris found a letter written to Rena from the Supernatural Academy. She stuck it in her back pocket before going to find her mate who had unfortunately been murdered in an accident on the same day. Being desperate for a new mate and offspring, Eris decided to attend the academy in Rena's place, claiming her name, identity, and powers as her own.

❈Strengths:

  Bring On The Pain:

Having gone through Amazon training and numerous battles, Eris has developed an extremely high pain tolerance. If she were to be scratched at all, she probably wouldn’t even feel it. The most she can likely handle is being shot. She can handle being stabbed but, as anyone would expect, its not pleasant. It still pains her even though she’s been stabbed multiple times.

  I’m Your Sweetheart:

When in a relationship, Eris is nothing but dedicated to her significant other. You feeling cold? She’s got you covered. You want to have a kid? She’ll jump on that bandwagon in a heartbeat. You want her to commit suicide? She won’t hesitate. The one thing she will never do is harm her partner. She would rather sacrifice herself or kill herself than see her other in any type of pain. And that doesn’t even cover cheating. Eris will kill anyone who dares to stand in the way of her and her significant other. Somehow, someway she will get her revenge.

  I'm Your Killer:

Eris is a coldblooded killer. Nothing can stop her from accomplishing her goals and she will not hesitate to go on a worldwide killing spree if she thinks it's necessary. If asked of her, she will burn down the world.

  I'm Your Secret Teller:

Tell anything to Eris and she’ll keep it a secret. She is extremely loyal and would never spill anything that was told to her, even if it meant she would be tortured. Because of her high pain tolerance, it would be nearly impossible to get it out of her that way anyways. She has so many secrets bundled up inside of her that will follow her to her grave if she ever gets there.

  We're Not See Through Like Glass:

Its hard to see through Eris’s defenses. She keeps herself in a metal box of emotions - closed off and impenetrable. In order for someone to understand her and her motives, they would have to get extremely close to her and then they would be caught in her web.



❈Weaknesses:

  I Can't Resist You:

Eris’s most prominent weakness comes in the form of her lovers. She cannot resist falling in love with people and when she does she pretty much becomes a slave to their will. She forgets everything about herself and concentrates solely on the feelings and needs of her significant other. This can be a major downfall because whoever holds the key to her heart, can decide her destiny, whether it be good or bad. But with this power comes great responsibility because the person must be aware that no matter what happens, they have doomed themselves to death.

  Welcome To The Nightmare:

Although she may seem happy on the outside, inside Eris’s head there is a constant nightmare. Her two sides are warring with each other, constantly wanting to overcoming the other. She has to let one have a turn every so often so her mind can get a little hectic. If one were to peer inside her mind for even a millisecond, it’d be so hectic, the person would most likely go insane.

  Wanna Risk It:

Eris is a very risky person. No matter what the task, if it benefits her, then she is up for it. This can get her into very dangerous situations that, though she can get out of, are not always as beneficial as she would have liked. One would think that after a few of these situations occurring she would cease to engage in this activity. But, as one would say, she is often blinded by love.

❈Family:

  Mother:

Eris’s mother, being an Amazon as well, is quite similar to her daughter. She is heartless and cruel and takes pleasure in harming others. The only difference between the two is that Eris’s mother is much more sane than her daughter. She does not have to sides and is just a violent and sadistic person all around. Eris’s mother is never happy with anything or anyone, not even her daughter. This is one of the reasons that she does not see Eris as often as the mother’s of other Amazon warriors. She really does not like her daughter and would rather never see her.

  Father:

The father of Eris was nothing special. He was a working man with another family back in his hometown. Coming to the city of Chicago on business, he hooked up with Eris’s mother, thinking he was getting an easy, fun time. Little did he know that he doomed himself to death the moment the thought even crossed his mind. Her father hadn’t known about the pregnancy that had occurred nor did he know that Eris’s mother was something other than what she claimed to be. He didn’t expect for Eris to come to his temporary home and murder him in the middle of the night.

  Daughter:

Eris’s daughter, Irene (whose name means peace), was an Amazon conceived from a young man Eris met one night at a bar. It had been a simple hook up that had resulted in a joyous pregnancy that would forever change the young man’s life. When Irene was born, she aged much like her mother, going through Amazon training and receiving her initiation test merely two days after birth. At the time, she would have looked like any other sixteen year old girl. She snuck into her father’s house, dedicated to the task at hand, but once she arrived, she found another woman there. The woman, Rena, slaughtered Irene mercilessly.

❈Relationship status: Wide open but it would not be a good idea. But if you think you can handle it or if you have a death wish, then go for it. It's your funeral.



❝ You’re thinking I’m an Angel, but I’m a devil as well.

And I’m taking a shortcut into hell. ❞





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[Nephilim]

Name: Gale Nightsong

Age:16ish (600 is more likely )

Type:Phoenix

Grade: 11

Appearance:
Phoenix Form- http://theicephoenix.org/images/iceph...

Human Form- http://www.animalhi.com/thumbnails/de...

Half Form- http://www.wallmay.net/thumbnails/det...

Personality:
~Hey lets calm down~
Gale is calm headed and dislikes fighting. But you shouldn't doubt his fighting, he is good. He also has a easy going personality.

~I wouldn't do that if I were you~
Gale would do anything for his friends even kill. Friends are the most important thing to him. He considers some people family and would do anything for them. Also, he is protective so it's best not to mess with people he likes in front of him.

~Stay away~
Gale even though he is easygoing he keeps his true feeling bottled up. He doesn't like people getting to close to him. If he lets you in consider your self honored.

History: He was born a long time ago that's all he can remember about his birth. He had wandered around for over 600 years. he did many things during this time but he doesn't like to talk to about most of it.

Crush/Relationship: Open

Family:
Like all of his kind he was born of flames but unlike most of his kind he was born from blue flame made of ice and wind.

Other:
He owns to guns that are his weapon of choice http://i46.tinypic.com/nvs2va.jpg he never tells anyone there names. Only to people he trust unconditionally. One shots ice bullets the other wind

Power:

Control of elements
Fast healing
Physically Better at everything

[sucre'd fiend, Perfection]

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{Part I}




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❝No more dreaming of the dead, as if death itself was undone
No more calling like a crow for a boy, for a body in the garden❞

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Morticia Casketine Alma Celeste Marquise Graves
『 〓 』• Pronounced | Mawr-tish-uh | | Cas-ket-teen | | Ahl-mah | | Cee-lest | | Mar-qui-ce | | Grah-aves

• Morticia Casketine is indeed a different name. It was a name passed down in a variety of ways. Morticia is derived from Mortician, which is just another word for a undertaker. Mortician is taken from a combination of mortuary and the suffix -ian. Mortuary is the facility otherwise known as a funeral home. Middle English mortuarie < Medieval Latin mortuārium, noun use of neuter of Latin mortuārius "of the dead", equivalent to mortu ( us ) "dead" plus the suffixes -ārius -ary. Casketine has similarly morbid derivations, taken from the word casket. Casket is another way to refer to coffins, or the more unused word for chest used for small objects such as jewelry.
• Alma, Celeste, and Marquise are all perfect middle names, and at the same time not. Alma is translated in Latin to be nourishing, and in Spanish to be soul. This is rather relevant in regards to her species. Celeste is a French name, meaning from the heavens. It is also a Latin-American name, often used for females, and sometimes males. Marquise has both Italian and French origins. In Italian, it was used as a rank title below duke but above earl. In French, it's meaning is royalty.
• Graves is a simple last name, but symbolic no less. The singular form of the word can be used in various ways, such as a verb, noun, or adjective. As an adjective, it means serious. As a noun, it is taken to mean the hole in which a casket is placed. As a verb, it takes on the action of carving. A diverse and simple word, it finds its origin in Middle French with deeper connections to Latin gravis; akin to Greek barýs, "heavy".

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❝And my heart is a hallow plain, for the devil to dance again
It's a harder way, and it's come to claim her❞
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Appearance:

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NECROMONIAL APPEARANCE
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|| ♛ || Morty holds a certain appeal, a certain undead appeal that some people can't get enough of. You'd be surprised how many necrophiliacs there are out there. She has an extremely pale complexion, which she maintains by carrying around an umbrella. Her hair is a similar color as her skin, a milky white blonde in certain lights tipped at the bottom with black. The fine hairs are somewhat curly, and require a lot of grooming to stay in the perfect manner they're usually in. She often grows her hair out because of the seasonal means, but it's kept short otherwise.

Her eyes are incredibly red, blood red really, lined by thick and long lashes. Her lips are a luscious shell pink color that stands out against the rest of her skin, and she has a mole just above it. Her left eye is covered by an eye patch, due to some circumstances in her birth. Her face is heart shaped, and her figure that of a coke bottle, with a bit more finesse at the top. She's full chested, much to her dismay, because of how uncomfortable she feels with people staring at her. She's more towards the short side, standing at a vertically challenged height.

Her voice is deep and sultry, with faint accenting. The accents get deeper with irritation, excitement, or anger. It's a difficult thing to go through, as a person so out of place. She much loves her voice, really, and finds it to be a good asset. However, that would apply if she really gave a flying fuck about seducing people. And, besides, the living aren't as interesting as the dead.

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❝So I stayed in the darkness with you
No dawn, no day, I'm always in this twilight❞

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Species: Necromancer

Necromancers are unusual creatures. They deal in communing with the dead, as well as reanimating dead bodies. The degree by which they can do so often varies in power, but the Graves family is among the most powerful there is. Along with reanimation, there manipulation of bone. They are unable to do this on a living being, but skeletons work just fine. They can create vast creatures or objects using bone, and most commonly use them for everyday things.

A Necromancer is dead, which gives them the powers they have. However, their bodies are fully functional, save the blood. Most Necromancers remove their own hearts to prevent being killed. Since they are structured like humans, they can die as easily as humans, but are better killed by destroying the heart.

Gender: Female
Blood Type: O Positive {O+}
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Relationship Status: Open, but pretty much closed unless you're dead.
Age: Ten-and-eight {18, Eighteen}; October Thirty-First
⊱ Zodiacal symbol: Scorpio (view spoiler)[Reputed to be the "most powerful" sign of the zodiac, Scorpios lead fate filled lives and have intense and dramatic personal relationships. Even as children Scorpios are often found to be wise beyond their years. Many astrologers call this the sign of the "oldest souls". Old and wise beyond the average, Scorpios often know all the answers, except sometimes; they too often have difficulty finding what they need to develop their own happiness.

Passion, desire and power go hand in hand for Scorpios. Their biggest challenge and test in life is choosing between the power of love and the love of power. Coming to grips with their extraordinary emotional depths and sensitivity isn't easy for those around them. They are different from all other zodiac signs and this difference has them walking, working and loving to a different beat. Others can often live with a Scorpio partner for years, but not really know them. Much to do with a Scorpio remains ever secret. Their eyes often blaze with feelings that words never express, and beware on the days or nights they hide their feelings behind dark glasses, there is likely to be a storm of some kind brewing. When you deal with a Scorpio you have to always deal with them on a psychic intuitive level. They often wear a mask. Too often they say "no" when they really mean "yes". They have contrary natures. Once they find true love they can be the most faithful dedicated of all partners but fall out badly with a Scorpio and you are likely to find they will never forget or forgive.

Most Scorpios are winners. The main thing they have to worry about is their attitudes, which make up their mind powers and can either make or break them. When they are negative about something or someone, or critical of themselves, they can tend to get in their own way.

Scorpios operate on three levels of soul evolvement; adding up to three distinctively different types of Scorpios. The first level is the Scorpion. This is the least evolved and most drawn toward using their powers the wrong way. The criminal element of Scorpio comes under this level. Then there is the eagle - the high-flying, entrepreneurial, successful Scorpio, who seems able to rise above adversity and transform bad-times into good. Then the highest expression of this sign is the Phoenix Resurrected. These Scorpios are detached and extremely powerful. They are wise beyond their years and act as leaders and are an inspiration to others. Quite frequently a Scorpio goes through the three levels of evolvement in one lifetime - but the levels can operate out of sequence. (hide spoiler)]
⊱ Born in Poland
⊱ Ethnical background includes Polish, French, and Armenian


• Hair Colour: Her hair is a similar color as her skin, a milky white blonde in certain lights tipped at the bottom with black. However, in certain lights her hair is slightly darker in color.
• Eye Colour: Her eyes are incredibly red, blood red really. In certain lighting, her eyes can be a deep, dark color. Other times, when it's a brighter setting, her eyes sort of become a hazy gold, mostly because her eyes are, you know, decaying. Her left eye, in particular.
Distinguished Marking(s):
• Threaded Arms and Legs

With a body that's dead, accidents tend to happen often. The nerve endings are still all there, and working perfectly fine, but there are times when they shut down unexpectedly. Morticia has experienced this on a number of occasions, and the results are always missing limbs. She's been trampled over twice, and had a run in with an admirer who'd heard rumors of a girl who's legs had been severed from her body. He had an amour for arms, and if you can guess, decided he'd have hers.

She's had to sew herself together once or twice, both her arms and legs. They still work as they should, the nerve endings having reconnected.

• Left Eye

At birth, Morticia's left eyes wasn't entirely in the socket, or formed. It was found in her mouth, as opposed to where it should've been. It's not exactly an awesome thing to have happen, but they managed to fix it. She has to take it out every now and then for cleaning, but it's mostly kept in a jar. So, she keeps an eye patch over her left eye socket.

• Height: She stands around six feet, although she can't be positive. She has to take into account the drying over skin, which shortens her height as the skin shrivels.
• Weight: The weight is unknown, but she is light. She just needs to work on keeping her limbs on. This also changes with the development of her body, or the deterioration of it. Depends on how she's feeling.




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❝And there's fantasy, there's fallacy, there's tumbling stone
Echoes of a city that's long overgrown❞


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❛ STRENGTHS ☇ ♛
• Withstanding Pain:
You see, there are many wonderful things that can happen when you're dead. Nerves shut down, and bowels halt all slowing processes. This would mean that whatever's in your system just goes. This is easy for Morticia, and she's become a master at being dead to the world. When something's already dead, they're not much fun--unless you're gonna do the horizontal tango.
• Knowledge of Anatomy:
Knowing what to hit has to be the biggest advantage over someone, besides being able to hit it. One can be seen as respectfully dangerous if they can name exactly what hurts more than the other parts, 'cause people don't like pain. Under the assumption that the victim is a masochist, then she's pretty good in bed. Otherwise, you might just be bleeding out.
• Cooking:
Morticia is an excellent cook. Though she doesn't actually need to cook for herself, on account of her not needing to eat cooked food, she enjoys the activity. It can get a bit hazardous, as her thread is very quite flammable and has caught on fire a few times.

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• Sewing:
When you've had to sew yourself together a multitude of times, you tend to get pretty good at. This is a great asset because being able to stitch a person up can mean the difference between life and death. As much as she would be inclined to grace someone with the afterlife and use their bodies for other purposes, she will in fact save a life. Grudgingly. This skill also enables her to make her own clothing, which comes in handy with her line of work. There isn't a time when something is spilled that she can't just rip the fabric and fix it. It's indeed a useful skill to learn, and can also be entertaining. It works as a good pass time when you're six feet under, and could potentially help you find a dashing young partner who saves you just in time before you nearly walk in the way of a carriage.
• Seeing and Speaking with the Dead:
You know the phrase, I see dead people? Well, Morticia sees them on the daily. This somewhat contributes to the idea of her being "off her rocker," as she can both see and speak to the souls of the deceased. This is a useful task, because you never know what's around the corner. There could be a crook in the cobbling, just waiting to tip you up and make you break your neck! Sometimes, the ghosts aren't as nice she'd like them to be. They can't all be Casper the Friendly Ghost. As much as this is a terrible thing, there are upsides to it: people don't nag and they tend avoid crazy people who talk to air. It's a pleasant, and simple, way to keep people out of your business, unless they pull the "concerned citizen" card. Then, things don't work out all to well.
• Reanimation:
Reanimation is the biggest strength that she has. Bringing a body to life is like creating something extra for protection. The body has no soul, thank the heavens, and no longer feels pain. This means that they would get back up no matter what you did to them. This also means that they won't tire out, due to being dead and all. They are more so zombie-esque, but are always on high alert. The body would maintain the image of the deceased-- as in carry the personality traits with a classy touch of soulless-- and also work on instinct. At times, that would seem like a very bad thing, but it can be helpful. Since the human body is driven more by needs and instinct, they're easier to control. And the greatest instinct is the one propelled towards survival. So, why not listen to the person who keeps you alive?
• Skeletal Formation:
Skeletal formation is really just the forming of objects and creatures using bones. It's a simple technique that can be expanded upon, the way the Graves have. It's like coming armed to a fist fight, and isn't really all that necessary. However, it can come in handy often. They eliminate the need for certain necessities, as you can create workers to do everything for you. It's similar to Reanimation, but at the same time is not. This art is really, quite actually, hard to describe unless seen, and is not often seen on a large scale action.

Speculating on it, Morticia is really quite the useful creature. She'd be more likely to survive a threat than most would think, and could save lives if she felt the need to. Her power is something she takes pride in, though she'd never admit to it. Who would? Most arrogant people die, and stupid people do as well. So where does that leave Morticia?

❛ WEAKNESSES ☇ ♛
• Slow Descent into Madness:
Yes, this is indeed a weakness. When you're dead, see and talk to the dead, and control the dead, you tend to go a bit insane with both the power and the infinite creations. The living forever--possibly-- is also a brain-wrecking thing. The thought of out-living people you know--maybe-- can often times be a bit too much. And, with the haunting, it gets pretty close to insane. However, the thing that tops the cake is Morticia's empathy. Empathy to be explained in Personality
• Heart Failure
You'd think she wouldn't have to worry about this, but she actually does. In case you weren't aware The heart is a hollow muscle that pumps blood throughout the blood vessels by repeated, rhythmic contractions. It is found in all animals with a circulatory system. This is a major artery that contributes to life. Even if Morticia is dead, her heart must still be pumping. Heart Failure is a common killer for Necromancers, and it's how they manage to even maintain a human facade. How it happens is inexplicable, but it does.
• Haunted
This is where the slow decline into insanity occurs for most Necromancers. When they see ghosts, they see and feel those little transparent dicks shits. Since not all of them are kind and friendly, most of them would be angry. As in, majorly pissed. They don't have much of a way of showing it, but those who can see them, feel them, or hear them take the full blow of their anger. Necromancers are exactly what Poltergeists want. They can feel and see them, hear their wails, too. Unfortunately for Morticia, she picked the wrong place to move to.
• Slow Reflexes
When the body is dead, or the nerve ending is dead, pain is delayed or not felt. This condition is similar to leprosy, in which the nerve endings have died and the body is continuing to live without feeling pain. Because of this, Morticia cannot feel pain. You would believe this to be great and dandy, which it can be, but it also slows down reaction times. Slowing down reflexes is like making someone unable to fight. It opens up places for attack, and also delays treatment to any wounds that may occur. The only thing that weighs this out is the missing heart. Since the heart is not there to pump blood, blood loss is slowed down significantly.
• Physical Deterioration
The body is decaying. Simple as that. Since Morticia is dead, her body will deteriorate. However, she keeps it preserved using embalming liquids. This means that she needs to take at least one liter of embalming fluid a month, and that stuff is pricey. It's hard to make, but widely manufactured. That being said, it also messes with the body's natural functions, since the liquid is made for dead as opposed to living and moving bodies.

Along with her strengths, Morticia's weaknesses are just as costly to her. Seeing these makes you slightly more appreciative of life, but also makes you wonder about how alive you are, and how much longer you have left. The last thing Morticia needs is to find herself in a casket again.



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❝And I could hear the thunder and see the lightning crack
All around the world was waking, I never could go back❞
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{Personality}

Trait 1: Emotional Detachment
Trait 2: Confrontational
Trait 3: Perverse
Trait 4: Intimidating
Trait 5: Straight-forward
Trait 6: Curious
Trait 7: Empathetic

Them Bones, Them Bones
Morticia is an interesting person to be around. She's an extremely empathetic soul. Her imagination is so very vast, and she can easily put herself in the place of others. It's to the point where she's borderline insane. She's analytic as well, and sometimes severs emotionally connections to those around her. When she is up to being socially and invested in relationships, she becomes a pillar of perverse conversation. Profanity is her game, and dirty jokes give her fame. Along with her intense imagination, she brings with her a dark sort of humor. She's very superstitious, and in that sense, has a deep fascination with birds. It could possibly be her softest side, as well as her love for children. She believes that there is a God, but that she is the sole creator of the universe. She won't hesitate to jump you if you try to contradict her.

Emotional Investment 101
Emotional connections other than familial ties? You needs those! Morticia is very guarded against emotional connections, and is resistant to attempts at friendship. It's not that she doesn't want them, but mostly that she's not the best with the living. She's had to deal with the dead for most of her life, and such has made her social interactions difficult and stiff. She does wish that there would be someone who at least tried to be friendly with her. It'd take some work, though. And a lot of time, and maybe a few deaths.

It's time to take things outside
Morticia can be very confrontational. She holds her opinions high, and everyone else's can go somewhere else. It's not that they're unimportant, she just doesn't care what people have to say. Again, she's used to being around people that don't speak, because they can't. The silence provided by the dead is a welcome comfort to her being so quick to take someone out. Unfortunately, this doesn't help her social skills any. You can only imagine how many friends she has with her interactions.

Is it true you fondle corpses?
If you can manage to capture her attention, you can get Morticia to actually speak with you without it being because of an unintentional insult. She's a potty mouthed young lady, with language worse than a sailor. Her family sees this as an endearing quality, but they're a bunch of twisted fucks, so that doesn't count. Prospective mates? They don't like it so much. Nor do they like how she tends to say things regarding intercourse in such an open manner. No one likes that. However, her biggest perversity is her open Necrophilia. She likes the dead things in life, a little more than she should. So, it's not unusual for her to get questions like, Is it true you fondle corpses? And, the answer is yes, she has. But that a phase that she grew out of, shortly before relocating herself.

Do I frighten you?
Morticia can be very intimidating. She gives off an air of anger, and when you see her in action, she can be pretty scary. This isn't the trait that she's most fond of, as it tends to push people away. Despite her inclination towards the dead, she does enjoy interacting with the living, and being an intimidating person doesn't often allow her to get said interactions. The eye patch does no help with this, either, as most would view her as some sort of villainous character. To speak truthfully, she's quite the opposite. But, not many people seem to be bale to get past the intimidating factor. If they do, it's usually to challenge her, and that leads to her confrontational nature kicking in and starting something the other participant might not be able to finish, or live through.

Down to business
Morticia doesn't like to beat around the bush. She goes in for the kill--figuratively, most of the time-- without hesitation. This is like speaking one's mind, but not really. She may tend to voice her opposition to something a complete stranger says or does, but she doesn't do it much. Unless it's something that vexes her greatly and she has to get it off her chest. When she has something to ask of people, she doesn't try to butter them up, but just asks. Most people see it as her being forceful, but it's actually better manners than you'd think. When she speaks wit a person, she also won't hesitate to tell them to do a multitude of things to leave her alone. That being said, she can be kinda annoying with how straight-forward she is.

What killed the cat? Stupidity.
Morticia is a curious creature, indeed. She likes to poke and prod things, not people, and see how they work. Said quality can make her slightly annoying, because once she finds something interesting, she will take liberties in thoroughly educating herself in the matter. This could be a

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wonderful trait if used outside of her mannerism. Plenty of people have given her cold looks, or called her out for poking at something that think she shouldn't. She, however, carefully disregards them and moves on with her life. Er, undeadness.

Mind of a lion, soul of a lamb
(view spoiler)[Empathy can be divided into two major components:
Emotional empathy, also called affective empathy: the drive to respond with an appropriate emotion to another's mental states. Our ability to empathize emotionally is supposed to be based on emotional contagion:being affected by another's emotional or arousal state.
Cognitive empathy: the drive to identify another's mental states. The term cognitive empathy and theory of mind are often used synonymously.
Although science has not yet agreed upon a precise definition of these constructs, there is consensus about this distinction. There is a difference in disturbance of effective versus cognitive empathy in different psychiatric disorders. Psychopathy, schizoid personality disorder, depersonalization and narcissism are characterized by impairments in emotional empathy but not in cognitive empathy, whereas bipolar disorder, borderline, and, by some accounts, autistic traits are associated with deficits in cognitive empathy but not in emotional empathy. Also in people without mental disorders, the balance between emotional and cognitive empathy varies. A meta-analysis of recent fMRI studies of empathy confirmed that different brain areas are activated during affective–perceptual empathy and cognitive–evaluative empathy. Also a study with patients with different types of brain damage confirmed the distinction between emotional and cognitive empathy. Specifically, the inferior frontal gyrus appears to be responsible for emotional empathy, and the ventromedial prefrontal gyrus seems to mediate cognitive empathy.
Emotional empathy can be subdivided into:
Personal distress: the inclination to experience self-centered feelings of discomfort and anxiety in response to another's suffering.
Empathic concern: the inclination to experience sympathy and compassion towards others in response to their suffering. (hide spoiler)] Being empathetic is usually something you'd like to see from someone, but it can be dangerous. In Morticia's case, it is. She can place herself in the mindset of just about anyone, and often rejects interaction because of it. it brings her to the point of being borderline insane, with slight traces of a multiple personality disorder. This hasn't been taken note of, as the severing of emotional connections usually does the trick. Otherwise, she's open to being changed--drastically.

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❝And in the spring I shed my skin
And it blows away with the changing wind
The waters turn from blue to red❞
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❛ Likes ☇ ♛
• Necrophilia:
This is to be expected, and if you didn't see earlier, Morticia likes the dead things of life. Needless to say, she prefers these out of anything else. She's had to deal with them on a daily basis, and she's perfectly fine with that. She loves how the silence is like a conversation with them. You can tell a story with what you see before you, even if they're just little details. It's the best thing in the world, and sometimes people are better off in death than they are in life. Besides that, they make better company when you're feeling down and need to talk to someone.
• Nyctophilia:
Morticia loves the night. It holds all kinds of things. There can be danger and mystery, or maybe even romance to it. It's a very sentimental time for her, and she prefers to be out at this time. When the moon rises, the air is cooler and different characters come out to play. She finds this to be more interesting than the mundane, vain leftovers in the day time.
• Pediophilia:
No, this is not the love of little children. That, my confused friend, would be Pedophilia. This is entirely different. This philia is the love of dolls. It's an unusual past time, but Morticia loves to make dolls. This is actually passed down through her family, this skill, and there are a few creatures who are forever grateful for the little shops they set up for this. However, these dolls are human. They've been gutted and "dolled up" to look just right. The process between life and death, is more so a secret than you really know.
• Nemophilia:
This is her love of the woods. Morticia believes that you can find anything in the woods. If she had her way, she would live in a forest and never leave, but alas, civilization calls to her still. She thinks that the forest is where everything happens, every thing lives and dies in the nature of the trees. This is a liking that she'd had as a child, taking a plethora of walks in the calm silence of the trees. Many a time she had happened upon a dying creature, and taken it home to be revived. The forest is indeed filled with marvelous wonders in her eyes.
• Arachnophilia and Ornithophilia:
Spiders ad birds interest Morticia greatly. She can't get enough of them, and does just about everything possible to have one or the other around, sometimes both. She sees them are greater than the many other creatures around her, although they don't quite compare to the dead. To top things off, they often lead her to the dead. Package deal, right? You could say that her interests are a bit..perverse, but they're just part of her. No need for anyone to get their knickers in a bunch because she knows how to find spider colonies, and every bird call there is to know.

❛ Dislikes ☇ ♛
• Fire:
Fire can do a lot of damage when given the chance. It often times is what destroys a body to the point of corrupting every molecule with far too much oxygen than needed. It's a destructive force that can potentially end her life, er, undeadliness. It's also a means to destroy the things that she loves, and she won't tolerate it. Fire is most definitely not a friend of hers.
• Humans:
As much as it may be part of her job to kill them, she doesn't particularly like them. They annoy her greatly, and she wants nothing more than to see them all dead. Yes, they can make pretty corpses, but that's besides the point. What she doesn't like is the way they live their lives. They take too many things for granted, and it gets on her nerves. They don't treasure much of anything, unless they're one of the smart ones. Otherwise, they won't last long in her presence.
• Assumptions:
She hates 'em. Just can't stand it when people make assumptions to where she's form or what she does. They also seem to assume that she's not a good person based on her appearance. It's all fine and dandy until they actually accuse her of something. It leaves her seething with anger, and you really don't want that, trust me.



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❝Would you like to hear a story, fit for the dead?❞

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❝Mother Mine, Father Mine, I Do Believe It To Be Time❞

Before you can come to understand Morticia's history, you have to come to understand the Graves' family history. They have a peculiar history to look at, and must be handled delicately. It's terribly dreary, and riddled with enough tears to make the sweet perfume of sorrow to last a life time. To start, we must look into the life of the parents. The respective donors who created the magnificent Graves children:

Morgue Anne Cadviere and Decay Hemmorage Graves.

Morgue Anne was an only child in a family of undertakers. They traversed the globe in search of the prettiest corpses, the men in the family did. Among those many decaying brides was her mother. She was often falling to pieces, long before Morgue Anne was born. Her father did his best to patch her up nicely, just long enough for the sweet child to be born. When the labor was done, so was her mother.

Her father took her with him to many different places he needed to go. She grew to be a beautifully fair maiden, hair a red that had the shadings of black and skin a fair peach complexion. She was the most beautiful girl, where ever she went. She drew eyes and attention from just about everyone. What they were unaware of was the emotional abuse given to her by her father, as well as the physical. The cost having a Necromancer and a corpse for parents is the knowledge you are given of how easily death comes. She spent her years of life with her father in constant fear of what he might do next.

Her only relief was the calming push of a needle through fabric. She handled the clothing for the corpses. She took her time to enjoy the simple craft, making a number of useful things that she still keeps. They've been passed down to Morticia, of course. However, her father was not so keen on such an action. He wanted his daughter to go out and marry a man who'd have her live a long life. He thought she had no need for such things.

Over the course of a year, she met with more suitors than she could count on her fingers. Whatever her father didn't like, as they were all human, he killed. There were a couple that Morgue Anne was more than happy see die. However, the worst one was the one her father loved the most. His name was of no relevance to her, because all she heard out of his mouth was Douchebag.

Her father happily accepted the young man, but Morgue Anne was more so reluctant to let him into her life. Without a mother, she didn't exactly have all the proper mannerisms that a lady needed in those times. Her fiancee was more than happy to point that out when he wanted to feel better about himself. He used terms so derogatory, I won't even bother to repeat them. Being a timid young lady, Morgue Anne did nothing but take the brunt.

But she snapped when he insulted her father.

She brutally murdered said fiancee, gutting him like cattle. That being said, it took her not very long to have the young man bleed out, but she wouldn't let it end at that. After slitting both his wrists and throat, she made sure to cut along the major blood veins. She wasn't so much excited by the sight of blood than she was to have killed the man. Her father, unfortunately for her, came in at just the wrong moment.

His anger was thrown at her full force, and she fought back. The end was result was her crying pitiful tears of dismay over the slowly cooling corpse that was once her father.



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❝Papa, Papa, tell me more❞

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❝Słodkie Dziecko, my story is not for the ears of a child❞

Morticia's father was another story cannot contrast from her mother's. He was born into a large family of children, but was left with two when the hunters first left their mark. They say the hardest thing a parent has to do is bury their child, but it's equally as hard for the other way around. Decay lost his father that an early age. The elder Graves had passed down the trade to his son: doll making.

These dolls came in different complexions, ages, and sizes. There was no discrimination when it came to choosing the right one, because there was no right one. They chose only who they thought to be suitable for the job, or was of the right time to go. Being a Necromancer has slightly more perks than one would think. Being able to smell when someone is close to death is among them. They chose only those who had not much time left to go, and made them the prettiest dolls to see.

[sucre'd fiend, Perfection]

{Part IV}

These dolls were, of course, humans.

That being said, both Decay and his father were wanted serial killers, with a woman who was very pregnant with octuplets. Decay's mother happened to give birth to said children while in imprisonment, but that's a story for another time. Any who, Decay had a knack for luring the ladies in. It was his best point in the job, other than the actual gutting that had to occur.

(view spoiler)[Now the gutting is hard to explain. One must first actually kill the human, or not if you enjoy hearing them scream as you cut them open vertically. Doing so horizontally makes it harder for you to remove the internal organs. Obviously, the first thing to come out is the large intestine. That's a given, as it tends to spew out when the midsection is cut in the manner needed. Next you remove the other organs that aren't rooted in place. The lungs and heart are last to go. These two organs must be preserved, as they taste the best when broiled in red wine and garlic. (hide spoiler)]

One evening, the night his father died, he convinced a woman to walk to the shadowy parts of an alley, offering her many things. What waited for him, and later his father, was an ambush. The code for the Graves was to never stay in one place for too long, and this time they'd stayed for two weeks. An happening such as this was unheard of, and would remain that way.

Getting back to the ambush, his father was killed, more so concerned with protecting his fifteen year old son than his own life. He let himself be beaten to death by the angry townsfolk. Decay would have had the same thing happen to him, had he not run at the dying command of his father.

A single law passed through the Necromancer community was to never bring a Necromancer back. The action would be far too dangerous, and the consequences would be dire. To break this law was to die at the hands of the person you'd raised, and turn them into a demon.

That was not the life Decay wanted for his father, or the sorrow he wanted his mother to live with.

From that day on, Decay carried out his process a little differently. It was close to terrifying, the way he proceeded to do so. He cut them down like livestock, but once they were dead he treated them like they were royalty. He carried this spite for humans down to his daughter and son, Morticia and Petrus.

His siblings were handfuls, but his mother was worse in the months to come.

With two unstable minds spiraling into a downwards spiral, you can only imagine what could happen. His mother hung herself two years after his father's death, leaving him and his siblings on the street. Two of the eight toddlers contacted a common disease for Necromancers, and died two weeks afterwards. The remaining six stuck close to Decay, as he was the only family they had left.

As the years passed and his sibling grew older, they were able to continue the family business. They set up shop in a single area, this one more populated with their kind. The decision had been right, and in this situation they prospered.

Or, at least they thought they did.

They were fooled by the illusion of community. The humans had caught on, and the Necromancers did nothing. The children scattered like rats off a sinking ship, and they lost contact for many years. Having already lost most of his family, the instability that was his mind crumbled.

He spent a better deal of a week slaughtering the whole town.

(view spoiler)[ "It was really blood business, and that's what I regret. I wasn't doing anything clean enough to be able to use any of them later one. It really was a shame. But, ukochana córka, I had good fun doing it. You need that kind of fun, and so does your mother."

"Moja miłość! No need to share such things with a child! She'll go about killing people without our permission!"

"What, what? She needs to know! And she asked to know, so I told her. Leave me be, and let her tell us a story for a change." (hide spoiler)]



The story of how these two potentially insane characters is also for another time, but now that you understand what it is that affects them as parents.
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❝Oh, is it my turn now? Let me say that I do not have such heartbreak. I was not gifted the right to love just yet, and I am still in need of a prospective partner. Just let me know once I have told my story so far.❞

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❝It's Good to be Dead❞

Being born a Necromancer can do a number of things to you. For one, you're in the dark for hours, unable to see a thing as your eyes come back to life. However, when your eye ends up in your mouth, things are slightly different. It's so much more trippy to be bale to see out of your right eye and have complete darkness where your left eyes should be. Morticia's parents were unconcerned by that development, and found it to be just an endearing trait. Her older brother Petrus, six years her senior, thought otherwise.

Morticia spent the first few hours of her life having an eye removed from the roof of her mouth. Unlike most children, she calmly allowed the doctor to remove it. It was placed in a jar, staring back at her somewhat lovingly. The first sound to leave her mouth was a giggle, more so a gurgle of happiness.

This development was nothing in the many mangled limbs she'd have to face later on in life.

At the age of three, she discovered her liking for the night. She ran about catching fireflies one summer evening. Time ran away from her as she enjoyed her play of capturing the tiny insects and watching them glow in her small hands. Her parents were, again, unconcerned about leaving her out by herself. The moon was high over head when she realized how dark it was. A grin broke out onto her face, making her chubby cheek pucker out with dimples. She also discovered her love for spiders and birds in this manner, but that is to be gotten into later.

Shortly after that incident, her mother began teaching her to sew. The little activity was their way of bonding, other than when she was taught how to use her powers correctly. This skill was later put to use making dresses for her dolls. She became an expert at the task, quickly being able to do the most complex threading by the time she was six. Her slender fingers were of much help to her, along with the prompting of her mother, father, and elder brother.

The next event to happen was far more intriguing. This was her first corpse. She'd never seen one larger than a bird, and seeing a human was something she'd wanted. Her father had often spoke vehemently against them, and she had wanted to see how dangerous these creatures were. When her father pulled out the thin, bleeding young man, she saw exactly what her father and mother did.

Vermin.

This would only be the beginning of her boiling hatred for humans, and if anything, a prelude to her testament of ravishing human men.
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❝‘Cause you’re a hard soul to save,
With an ocean in the way,
But I’ll get around it.❞

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❝Arms and Legs❞

When Morticia reached the age of fifteen, puberty had already worked its magic on her body. She was a beautiful young girl, without the proper mannerisms to be a lady, and widely sought out. Necrophiliacs were apparently quite common in that time, go figure. She didn't enjoy the attention, and wanted nothing more than to gouge every last one of their eyes out so they'd stop looking at her.

That was the last thing she needed.

She managed to get away from a particularly aggressive suitor, one night, and was heading home. What she hadn't been paying attention to was the carriage coming right at her as she turned a corner. Her dress, curse the damn things, caught onto the edge of the carriage and it dragged her a good ten miles out of town. Her legs had gotten tangled in the wheels, and were a broken mess of limb caught in the axle of the wheel. The driver was the only witness to her pulling herself from her legs. They had been severed from her thighs down, and she was bleeding terribly at this point.

However, the bleeding wasn't as bad as the driver had ever seen. What horrified him was the way she crawled back over to where her legs were hanging on the spokes of the wheel. Removing them carefully, she lined both back up in their rightful spots. She pulled out a needle and thread from her scalp, which looked to be very painful. If it was, the driver certainly hadn't seen it on her face. He nearly retched out the food he'd eaten at a tavern in town as she sewed her legs back on carefully.

It was a tricky business, but she was standing after a minute or so. With a stern warning and glare to the driver, she went on her way. (view spoiler)[The driver, of course, carried this tale with him to the next town and suddenly Morticia was famous. Because of how dark it was, however, the shaken man was only able to describe her as "the pale blonde beauty," and that's simply what she is known as. A number of people had thought her to be a Maid in White, but those were quickly discredited as what she could be after searching for her with men that were known to cheat. She's been carried on throughout the towns and villages, and has reached to the Centre, but she's completely oblivious to this tale. (hide spoiler)] This was only the prologue to similar instances, including a rendezvous with a serial killer with a fetish for arms. He'd heard the stories and wanted to utilize them to the fullest extent.

This said serial killer approached her the same way that the other men did, but with more finesse: he bought her flowers. Something so simple isn't very significant, but when those flowers are dead, things get interesting. He was charming as well, and that worked in his favor. She was still naive to ways of men, and gladly accepted his proposal after a few months of his pursuit. That must have been what turned him off to the game, because he then tried what had planned to do from the very beginning: take her arms.

She was more than just a little unhappy to wake up and find that her arms were strewn over a drunk man, who was quite vigorously having a one man love session. She still had a bit of affection for him, so rather than kill him, she knocked him out cold. That was one wet dream he'd be sure to remember, of course.

She sewed her arms back on and moved the hell out. No way was she going to have to do that again, repeatedly.
No.


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❝‘Cause she’s a cruel mistress
And a bargain must be made❞

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❝Over the Love❞

Morticia returned home shortly after the fiasco of the serial killer, only to leave again when she feared for her parents. Well, more so concern than fear. She thought that he would come back to their home looking for Morty, so she packed up and went elsewhere. She didn't, however, leave until she was thoroughly educated in her species and well versed in the art of necromancy. She excelled at it, as her brother had before her. Petrus went with her as she left.

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❝Are you--are you sleeping? How about you die tonight? Yes, that sounds like a plan to me❞

[Ken]

Name:Kendra Samantha Campo

Age: 13

Type(ex: werewolf, vampire, witch, elemental, etc.): Witch

Grade: 7

Appearance: She is 100.4 lbs and stands at 5" 1' height.

Personality: She is the girl no one really knows until you actually try to get to know her. She gets good grades, but she puts effort into it. She's the girl who is a natural performer and sometimes acts like a drama queen. A lot of guys think she is weird for her personality, but not her crush. She is kind and caring, as well as sensitive and shy. She is sometimes weird and crazy.

History: She had a bad past. Her mother died when Kendra was 10 and her father abandoned his daughter. She now lives with her aunt.

Crush/Relationship: She is not a girl friend of anyone. She has a crush on Carlos.

Family: Mother- dead
Sister- none
Brother- none
Father- abandoned his daughter

Other: She knows spanish. Friend of Jessie(but she is only mentioned), and Danny.

Power: Animal Control, Aura Absorbtion, and Clairvoyance (http://heroeswiki.com/Ability)

[Ken]

Name: Daniel Rubino

Age: 13

Type(ex: werewolf, vampire, witch, elemental, etc.): Witch

Grade: 7

Appearance: His height is unknown and so is his weight.

Personality: He is the boy no one really knows until you actually get to know him. At first glance people think he is not kind, but that isn't true he is actually really nice.

History: His history is way too jumbled up to even sort out what is what. You'd hardly understand it and it is just a waste of time to even begin trying to sort it out.

Crush/Relationship: Open

Family: His only known family is his younger sister, Jessie, whom is only mentioned. Danny's parents are both always working and are unknown.

Other: he goes by Danny. Friend of Kendra. knows Spanish.

Power: Cloaking, Cloning, and Danger Sensing (http://heroeswiki.com/Ability)

[Ken]

Name: Carlos Daniel Sanchez Tapia

Age: 11

Type(ex: werewolf, vampire, witch, elemental, etc.): Witch

Grade: 6

Appearance: His height is unknown and so is his weight. He is Spanish.

Personality: He is the boy not many really know until they try to get to know him. He is kind and caring, smart and outgoing, sweet and many other traits that are hard to put into words.

History: He lived in Mexico for a while and then he moved here. The rest of his history before then is too hard to put into words and he never talks about what happened before then.

Crush/Relationship: He has no girlfriend. He has a crush on Kendra.

Family: Dead

Other: N/A

Power: Dream Manipulation, Disintegration, and Electrical Manipulation (http://heroeswiki.com/Ability)

[Astraris]

Name: carter
Age: 16
Type: vampire
Gender:male
Personality: can be serious at times, but often playful and a joy to be around
Appearance: http://browse.deviantart.com/art/Vamp...
Grade: 11
Family: just me, I never knew my true parents, and my foster parents had an 'accident when I first got my fangs
relationship: straight, single, maybe open
Crush: none, also maybe open
Power: enhanced sight, hearing, speed, strength, bloodlust weaker than most
Vampire looks: http://www.deviantart.com/art/Zero-Va...

[[deleted user]]

Name: Abagail Stevens

Age:15

Type:werewolf

Grade:10

Appearance: http://www.bing.com/images/search?q=p...
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Personality:shy,kind,mischievous,

History:her mother divorced her father,and now she lives with her mother,and her little sister,eve,she is also a werewolf,abagail is practicing to morph better into her wolf form,so is eve

Power: morphs into wolf form,has strong sense of smell,really strong,runs fast

[[deleted user]]

FINISHED MY TWO BENDERS!

[[deleted user]]

Benders are accepted.

[[deleted user]]

Note:

I have to remind you all once more to STOP SPAMMING this topic. It's incredibly annoying, and I'm the only moderator that cleans out the spam in this topic.

Why is spam bad? Well, in a topic such as this, it takes people a really long time to reference other characters. It also makes other people joining the group think there's a gabillion characters made, when really for every fifty comments there's one actual character sheet. Not to mention it's just downright annoying.

[Ken]

Name: Karla Victoria Reece

Age: 16

Type(ex: werewolf, vampire, witch, elemental, etc.): Werewolf

Grade: 10

Appearance (human):
Appearance (wolf):

Personality: She is Kind, which allows her to make new friends and keep her friendships going. She is outgoing, which makes it easier for her to speak in public. She is autistic, which makes it hard for her to make new friends and keep friendships. She is caring, which helps her with many things. She is smart, which means she can think through many situations. She isn't the one to hold grudges unless she gets called Mutt.

History: When Karla was 8, her father died. When Karla was 5, her older sister died. When Karla was 10, she discovered that she was a werewolf. Her mother hid the fact that Karla was a werewolf from all of her teachers and anyone who asked about Karla. Everyone thought of her as a human, until she was 12, when she was 12, Karla revealed to everyone she knew that she is a werewolf. She told them to keep it a secret, and they have. When Karla was 13, she fell in love with someone and told them that Karla is a werewolf, she told them it was a secret and that it must stay that way, the boy called Karla a mutt and she never forgave him. Others started calling her that, all except a few. When she was 14, Karla decided to get back at those who called her mutt. When she was 15, Karla decided that whenever she was called mutt she would just ignore the person and deal with them later.

Crush/Relationship: Open

Family: Unknown

Other: Wants to be best friends with Lena. Called Vic sometimes by her friends. Always has on this necklace:

Power: Can shift into a wolf when ever where ever she wants

[[deleted user]]

Not accepted.

Her history and personality can't be "unknown". Please add a good solid paragraph to each of those.

[[deleted user]]

Before I accept it: I hope you know a lot about autism before you make a character with it. And I hope you'll take it seriously. I used to work with autistic kids a lot and so has my older brother, and they have a lot of emotional and physical weaknesses. They don't function like undiagnosed humans, not in the slightest. I suggest maybe changing her disability to aspergers, which is similar to autism but more high-functioning.

But seriously, this is a serious decision you're making to make a character autistic. I know how they act and I'll know if you have no idea about this disability. It's not something cool to have. I'm just putting all this up front before I accept. I just need to know you can handle it and know a lot about it. I don't even think an autistic kid would be accepted into the school anyway, but if you're confident you can manage it, I'll let it pass.

[sucre'd fiend, Perfection]

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[Clayton]

Name:James but he prefers "The Hypnotic Prophet" or "Hypno"

Age: 17

Type(ex: werewolf, vampire, witch, elemental, etc.): Mutant

Grade: 10

Appearance: http://data.whicdn.com/images/1013726...

Personality: Hypno is nice but arrogant. He also has a short fuse but doesn't like being mad. Hypno tries to be a leader but always seems to be bested by someone. He always speaks his mind and will always protect his friends. He always sees himself as lower than others and can't take criticism.

History: Hypno was just born with his powers. He discovered how to tame them at an early age, although he still does not know his true capability. His parents disowned him at the age of twelve and he's been at the academy ever since. At 13 he began slitting his wrist because he life was ruined,he had no family or friends. At 16 He realised he didn't need his old family because he had found a new one at the academy. Hypno just stopped caring what people thought and started just living his life.

Crush/Relationship: Open

Family: None, they disowned him

Other:

Power: Telepathy: the ability to mentally receive or transmit information, includes mind reading. Telekinesis: the ability to move objects with your mind.

[Shuhan [On Leave], I'm beside stoopid<- XD]

Fine.

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Approved

[Star]

Name: Crystal

Age: 7,253, Crytal looks around 17. Her dragon age was around hundred when she died, but that is very young for a dragon.

Type: Spirit Dragon

Grade: 12th

Appearance: Human:
As a human, Crystal has very long blue hair.IT reaches to her ankles and it has a few natural purple streaks in it. She has blue eyes and pale skin. She likes jeans, skirts, and t-shirts that are either black,white, or blue.

Spirit Dragon:
Crystal is almost transparent in this form. The outline of her body glows and is ghost-like. This body is silent and has no life coming from it, which makes her impossible too detect unless you look at her directly. The form seems too completely disappear in bright light.

Personality: Crystal is sweet and almost always calm. She doesnt know how too react correctly and will laugh when something is sad. She is very curious and can be very quiet at times. When she is searching for something, she is almost invisible. She can get mad at times, and when she is, she is very noticeable. When she screams, it is very very loud. She does not forgive and forget, so don't expect any second chances.

History: Crystal was born a beautiful silver dragon. She had two brothers and one sister. When she was fully grown enough too fend for herself, she left her parents den. When she was hunting a deer for herself, an entire village saw her and were filled with fear. One day, she was sleeping in a cave and the village attacked her. She could have easily defended herself, but she was very tired that day and could barely move. She died, but she became a spirit dragon.

Crush/Relationship: None at the moment.

Family: Quicksilver (Mother)
Mercury (Father)
Obsidian (Brother)
Magma (Brother)
Sapphire (Sister)


Other: Crystal has a necklace that lets her be seen and heard by other creatures

Without it, she cant be seen by anything unless they have the power too see the dead

When Crystal is mad, her hair becomes red, along with her eyes. When she is angry her spirit form looks different, it is easily visible, but is still transparent.

Power: Crystal can talk too the dead, control fire and ice, and can become a spirit, which allows her too go through objects and turn almost invisible

[Shuhan [On Leave], I'm beside stoopid<- XD]

Approved.

[[deleted user]]

Approved

[Katie]

I was looking for her because i forgot a lot about her.

[Shuhan [On Leave], I'm beside stoopid<- XD]

Here, Katie, what if I give you permission to make her again and change anything you want?

[Jenna ⭐]

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Part I:





❝ You're waiting for a train, a train that will take you far away.
You know where you hope this train will take you, but you don't know for sure.
But it doesn't matter. Because we’ll be together. ❞



Full Name: Chance Grey
Species: Human with Abilities
Gender: Male
Religion: Agnostic
Age: 16

▪ DOB (Date of birth): October 11th
▪ Astrological Sign: Libra (view spoiler)[

Date Range: September 24 - October 23
Symbol: The Balance
Ruling Planet: Venus
Quality: Cardinal
Element: Air
Basic Trait: I Balance
Closest Metal: Copper
Lucky Day: Friday
Lucky Colors: Pastel shades of Pink and Blue
Lucky Gems: Lapis Lazuli, Carnelian and Sapphire
Lucky Flowers: Daisies and Daffodils

Libra, The Balance, is the seventh sign of the zodiac. The first and foremost personality trait you will notice about a Libran is his politeness. He loves people and hates to be rude to anyone. However, crowds do not attract him. A Libran is extremely good at solving a quarrel between two people quite amicably. On the other hand, he always enjoys having a good-natured argument himself. As per the Libra characteristic profile, the people born under this zodiac sign are usually very pleasant, cheerful and friendly.

One thing that ticks off a Libran is taking orders. You order him around and he will become the sulkiest person on this earth. As you try to give a typical description of the Libran personalities, you will find a number of inconsistencies in them. On one hand, Librans are very intelligent, on the other; they may be amazingly naive and susceptible. They talk too much, but are patient listeners too. They come across as restless, but seldom seem to be in a hurry. Confused? Don't worry; they are as confused about this contradictory behavior as you are.

A Libran will be composed, balanced, lovable, courteous and amiable half of the time. In the other half, he will be exasperating, irritable, inflexible, fidgety, unhappy and mystified. He is always tipping to one side or the other, till the perfect balance is achieved. Librans have a very captivating smile, which can easily melt your heart. Even their laughter rings with gaiety and seems to brighten up even the dullest of surroundings. They are very delightful when their mind in a balanced state. However, a Libra mind is prone to fickleness.

He is always weighing the pros and cons of a situation and finds it very difficult to form the perfect, balanced, opinion. He has this annoying habit of starting an argument just for the heck of it. You may have heard that Librans are lazy, but in this case also, there is a contradiction. They will keep on working for weeks, even months, at a time, managing on four-hours sleep everyday. Then, suddenly, they will feel completely exhausted and go into the laziness spell. Once this happens, it is impossible to even make them move a limb.

After sometime, a Libran will again be his energetic self and be out of the door even before you can say bye. However, it does not mean that he has a dual nature. It's just that he needs the lazy spell to regain his lost energy. As far as his emotions are concerned, he may become too sentimental one moment, turn sarcastic the other moment and become extremely cheerful in the very next. Again, it's not their dual personality, but a Libran's constant need to experience different emotion at different points of time.

In fact, his personality is a mix of kindheartedness, softness, equality, indecisiveness, theoretical logic and inability to take orders. He also loves to argue, especially when someone passes general statements. A Libran can take both the sides of an argument by turns, and win at both. In fact, he can even switch sides in the middle of the argument. However, behind all this argumentativeness is the constant urge to be fair and impartial, to look at both the sides of the coin, making him seem indecisive.

However, don't get impatient when a Libran is making up his mind. He hates impatience and it can make him extremely stubborn. He is very honest and does not like showing off. Librans love books and have the ability of concentrating and thinking over the deepest of subjects. They are very much impressed as well as influenced by the harmony of art forms. A Libran is artistic at heart and loves soft light, melodious music, intelligent conversation, good food and fine wines. He has a combination of intelligence, generosity, fairness and the need to be balanced.
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▪ Hair:

Chance has dirty blonde hair that falls just above his ears. He likes to keep it neat but it usually gets a little ruffled by the wind. He’s never really had it much longer than it is right now, but there was time when he cut it too short. It had been when he was really young and he got ahold of his mother’s scissors without her knowing. Chance cut his hair by himself in a really lopsided, weird fashion and regretted it the moment he looked in the mirror. It took him three embarrassing months to grow it back out to its normal appearance.

▪ Eyes:

From on his father’s side, Chance received his bright blue eyes. They’re sort of a trademark of his father’s side, or at least that’s what Chance’s mother has told him as he’s only ever met his father on a few occasions since his parent’s divorce. Chance really has no particular feelings toward his eyes. To him, they’re just eyes. What else is there to them?
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▪ Height:

Standing at a height of about five foot eight, Chance is on the taller side. He’s not as tall as some people he has met, but he’s certainly not the shortest person in the world. This is good for him as he doesn’t exactly stand out much because of his height but could stand out if he really wanted to.

▪ Weight:

Chance weighs about one hundred and twenty seven pounds. He’s quite lightweight but, luckily, he’s not underweight. He’s in the middle. This is one thing he’s very happy about because he’s one of those that don’t have to fuss over how much he weighs. However, if he over ate a lot, then he most likely wouldn’t stay as skinny as he currently is.





❝ Oh, I couldn't bring the columns down. I couldn't destroy a single one.
And history books forgot about me, and the Bible didn't mention me.

Not even once. ❞

[Jenna ⭐]

Part II:

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▪ In the end, everyone ends up alone

Chance has this idea in his head that no matter what happens, everyone will end up alone. Its really depressing, but it doesn’t show up in his personality unless you really get to know him. For the most part, he seems like a pretty normal, happy kid. This idea of ending life alone stems from his mother. With the divorce of his parents, he’s always had the idea in his mind that no one can hold a romance longer than a few years. For the most part, he’s found this to be right. And he knows that with his illness, it’ll be the same way for him no matter what.

▪ Lay down your arms, give up the fight

Chance isn’t much of a fighter. He’s really a kind, gentle person, even if his power says otherwise. He doesn’t like to fight and would rather resolve conflict peacefully than with actions. If there’s a fight going on, he’ll try to stop it but only if he knows the people involved. He doesn’t like to put himself into things that don’t concern him. Its one of his flaws but its a part of his personality. It can be a good thing though as its not often that he gets hurt by other people.

▪ As the world comes to an end, I’ll be here to hold your hand

Being caring and considerate, Chance is also a very loyal person. He doesn’t give up on people because he’s afraid of them giving up on him. He’ll never abandon someone even if the world is coming to an end. He’ll be there holding their hand and leading them through it even if he’s completely blind. Chance makes a really good friend because of this but its difficult to get close to him. Its not until you get really close to him that he shows this loyal, unconditional side to him.

▪ I packed my things and ran far away from all the trouble

Chance isn’t one to face his issues head on. He likes to avoid them, caring to just pray they go away sooner or later. With other people, he can face the problem, but his own issues are just too convoluted for him. He’ll tackle them from far away or just not at all depending on the level of severity of the problems. Its just easier for him that way.

▪ It made me wonder about their past

Chance is a really curious person. He’d never intrude on anyone’s personal space - he doesn’t like his own intruded on- but he wonders a lot about people. Sometimes he just sits there staring at someone because he wonders where they come from, where they’re going, or how they are. This can get annoying for some people because he always has his head in the cloud. There is always something on his mind but if you ask him about it, he’ll just deny he was even thinking about anything. He doesn’t like to burden others with his ‘silly’ thoughts.

▪ I move slow and steady, but I feel like a waterfall

Though one might assume he is, Chance isn’t really a self conscious person. He’s just naturally quiet. He likes himself well enough and actually doesn’t have very many problems with who he is. There’s no real reason why he is a dreamy person; he’s just naturally quiet. But he does have reasons for why he keeps some things to himself: either they’re too important to him or he doesn’t think they’re exactly worth sharing. Sometimes there are just things he doesn’t want to tell others, like his health issues.



❝ The arms of the ocean so sweet and so cold, and all this devotion I never knew at all.
In the crushes of heaven for a sinner released, and the arms of the ocean delivered me. ❞



Weapons:

▪ His Mind:

Chance, though he doesn’t realize it, could be a very dangerous force to be reckoned with. With his powers, he could easily change someone's ways of thinking and make them how he wants. Chance could manipulate them, change them, and even bombard them with his own thoughts and make them go insane. He doesn't do ooothis though because he's not that kind of person. Although he's not a saint, he doesn't like to play the bad guy. He's just has morals and values and will almost always stick to them.

Fears:

▪ Maybe if I fall asleep, I won't breathe right

One of the things that Chance fears the most is going to sleep and then never waking up. He’s afraid that he won’t have anytime to say goodbye to those he loves and leave with the right things in everyone else’s minds. This is his reasoning for never getting close to someone: he doesn’t want them to get hurt. So instead, he tends to stick to himself. He’s just afraid that he’ll hurt someone by leaving. It also doesn’t help that he has a fear of what might happen to him after he dies. This is why he considers himself agnostic; though he comes from a mainly catholic family, he doesn’t know where he’s going to end up when he passes away and that kind of scares him. His mother, who is catholic, tries to tell him that he’ll go to a better place like heaven, but Chance is so wound up in his fears that he doesn’t know what to believe anymore.

▪ You can leave, now it's your choice

Other than him leaving others, Chance is also afraid that someone will leave him. He doesn’t like to get close to people for this reason too because he’s afraid that maybe people will leave when he tells them about his illness. He keeps it to himself for this reason and up until hearing about the academy, he’s never really told anyone about his powers either. He’s afraid they’ll think of him as a freak.





Powers(s):

▪ Telepathy:

Chance has the power of telepathy, or mind reading as some would call it. He can hear other people's thoughts and push his own into peoples' minds without so much as a touch. With this power, he has an insight into every single person he meets, whether he likes it or not. He can telepathically communicate with people if he wishes, listening to their thoughts and then sending a thought their way to respond. However, Chance doesn't do this very often as he finds it somewhat rude and quite intrusive. He doesn't even like to read other people's minds, figuring that it's their business and he shouldn't be a part of it. There are a few times he'll break this rule of his: when he's close to someone or simply curious about them. His curiosity always seems to get the best of him.

Statistics:

Stealth:
Strength: 4/10
Charisma: 7/10
Luck: 3/10
Agility: 6/10
Speed: 7/10
Endurance: 8/10

Favorites:

▪ Food: Spaghetti
▪ Color: Green
▪ Pastime: Playing Soccer
▪ Literary Genre: Science Fiction
▪ Animal: A bear
▪ Music: Alternative
▪ Plant: A fern

Likes:

▪ Soccer:

Chance has had a love for soccer ever since he was a young boy. He used to play it in his backyard with his best friend Benjamin. The two would play for hours upon hours, never tiring of the sport even past dark. Eventually, Chance went on to play for his school as the team captain but had to stop after he learned about his illness. His mother was worried that the sport was taking way too much out of him even though Chance denied it completely. He always hated that he had to be taken out of the sport and its one of the main reasons that he hates having this illness. He really wanted to be professional in the sport and, had he not gotten sick, he most likely could have done it.
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▪ Quiet Places:

Chance really loves locations that are quiet. This is why he can often be found in the library or student lounge or anywhere that has a quiet atmosphere. He doesn't want anyone's really tragic thoughts to come floating into his mind so he stays in places where not many people would think to be. This allows him to keep out of other people's head and other people out of his.

▪ Sleeping:

Being a quiet guy, Chance feels tired quite often. He likes sleeping though and always feels refreshed when he wakes back up. One thing that worries Chance though, is that one day when he falls asleep, he won't ever wake up. He's very afraid of this and sometimes can have problems falling asleep. He kind of has undiagnosed insomnia. When he fall asleep though, he usually sleeps pretty well. There are sometimes nightmares, but for the most part, he has pleasant dreams and whatnot.

Dislikes:

▪ Being Alone:

Though he might not act like it, Chance gets lonely very easily. He really does like to be around people, even if there thoughts can get in the way and drive him a little mad. He likes to have friends and would stay to them no matter what. This is why he doesn't completely shut himself out of other people's lives: he has a love-hate relationship with being around others. Their thoughts can bug him and he doesn't like to talk much, but he likes to listen to others tell their stories.

▪ Being Around too Many People:

Though he does like people in general, Chance doesn't like being around too many people. Crowds were never much of his thing to begin with, but now that he has his abilities, he can't stand them all the more. The thoughts that everyone has tend to block out his own and make him feel like he's drowning. Speaking in front of others has also never been good for him. He always got nervous and really shaking when he was in front of a group of people. Even if its maybe three or four people, he'll feel as though he is singled out and get really self-conscious.

▪ Loudness:

Chance doesn't like really loud things. This can include loud people, noises, music, anything like that. It's just one of those things that annoy him quite a bit. He prefers it to be quiet and peaceful, not loud and bustling. This is why he's never cared too much for the city. It's way too hectic there with all it's hustle and bustle and constant movement. Chance would much rather sit back and be calm than constantly doing something.





❝ And I don't want the world to see me, 'cause I don't think that they'd understand.
When everything's meant to be broken, I just want you to know who I am. ❞

[Jenna ⭐]

Part III:

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Chance was born to his mother and father in a small town in West Virginia. He was always a really quiet kid, keeping to himself even before he learned of his illness. When he turned five years old, his parents divorced and his mother won full custody of him. This didn’t really sadden Chance at the time because he was just a kid, but when he got older, he wished that he could have seen his father more often than he did. There were only a select few times when his father ever got to see his son and those times were never enough for Chance. But as Chance grew up without a father, he learned to live with it. He still had a fairly normal life.

In high school, Chance was actually fairly popular despite his shyness. He had grown up with all these people so he didn’t really have a problem fitting it. He was never required to talk to anyone new so he kept his friends from his childhood, looking to them in times of trouble. This was around the time when Chance’s troubles showed up in the form of his illness and his powers. As it turned out, Chance’s family had had a long history of disease. The person was always infected with strange symptoms that the doctors couldn’t diagnose and then they died a year later.

Chance’s symptoms showed up in his freshman year of high school. He had been walking through the hall by himself when he suddenly got the worse headache of his life. His hands went up to his head, feeling as if gravity was crushing down on him. He let out a little yell and all eyes turned to him. Everyone around was watching and they all stared in wonder as the quiet, popular boy pulled something so random. And then suddenly, it stopped. But something else started. The moment the headache receded, Chance was bombarded with millions of thoughts coming at him all at once. Most of them were about him: 'What's wrong with him?' 'Is he okay?' 'Is this a prank?'. Some were about random things, like the whether or homework or someone he didn't even know. But though they were all different, there was one thing that tied them together; none of them were his. Chance glanced around frantically, his mind buzzing. He couldn't keep the thoughts out. When one left, another soon replaced it, then another and another until he finally couldn't take it. "Stop!" He yelled, throwing his hands out, "Just stop, all of you!" When he opened his eyes, the last thing he caught sight of was the hundred pairs of eyes that were staring at him in mixed disbelief before he felt himself go limp and fall to the floor.

When Chance woke up, he was in the hospital, his mother looking down at him. Immediately, he told her everything that had happened, but it seemed she already knew. "That's common, Chance." Her hand brushed his blonde hair away from his face, "It's just something that happens when..." She trailed off, a sad look passing over her eyes. He knew immediately what she was going to say. He could read her mind. Literally. "How long do I have?" He had asked, hands shaking. His mother didn't breathe a word, but he heard her inside his head: nine months.

After going home and resting for a week, Chance returned to school. All eyes were on him as he tried to avoid everyone's thoughts. It was nearly a month later that he finally reigned in his powers and got to the point where he could keep unwanted thoughts from wandering into his mind. Once in awhile though, important thoughts would flood in. The ones he didn't want to hear the most would come in: the pitiful thoughts from his peers, the fact that his then current girlfriend was only staying with him because of his unknown illness, the fact that his best friend resented him deep down, or that his mom was always upset because of him. They all knew about how sick he was, it was just unknown to his peers that he knew that they knew. None of them were aware of his powers. They all just believed he had a panic attack that day in the halls. But he knew their every thought.

Maybe this was the reason that Chance decided to enroll in Supernatural Academy in the first place. No one there would have known him before his joining and none of them had too now about his sickness. He could just live a happy, peaceful life with others like him while he had time left.

Strengths:

▪ Invisibility:

Chance is good at avoiding people's gazes. While he can't disappear completely, he can avoid people just enough that it may seem as though he's not there at all. It's a skill he picked up from many years of practicing and practicing. There's almost never a time that he doesn't go unnoticed.

▪ Loyalty:

Chance is good for being loyal to others. He'd never just ditch anyone and would always stick to everything for them. Nothing could really stop him from helping somebody if he really thinks they deserve it. There have been times when he didn't help strangers, but that was just because he didn't want to reach out and talk to them. If it came down to helping someone and going unnoticed, Chance would probably pick the later. He doesn't like to stick out even if it means doing the right thing. However, if it were for someone that he knew and cared for, he would do anything, even stick out.

▪ Courage for Others:

Having courage for other people is usually the only reason Chance ever makes a scene. He can stick up for nearly anyone if he cares about them and would face an army so that he could help them. However, he almost never has this courage for himself. He likes to let a lot of things go just because he doesn't feel like standing out. But for someone else, he would immediately put his foot down and stand up for them.

▪ Empathy:

Chance is a very empathetic person. He can feel for people in more ways than the average person can because of his powers but there's more to it than that. Chance was always taught as a kid that he should put himself in other people's shoes. His mother's motto was always, 'Do onto others as you would like done onto you." Since his mother first told him that, Chance has stuck to that motto and never let it go. He always thinks of it before he speaks or does something. There have been times that it has been detrimental - such as when he should stick up for himself but thinks against it - but for the most part, it helps tremendously.







Weaknesses:

▪ Cowardliness for Himself:

Chance is not good at sticking up for himself. Though he has courage for other people, it's not often that he puts up a fight against others. A lot of the time, he doesn't see the point in it. Nothing really good comes of it other than physical conflict so he tends to stay out of it. However, it's not really that often that someone messes with him. He keeps to himself, so it's not like anyone really notices him much anyways.

▪ Unnoticeable:

As stated in the above, Chance is an unnoticeable person. He doesn't stand out much because of his quiet nature and isn't really much of an amazingly attractive person. Sure, he's attractive, but he's no Narcissus. He's mostly a normal looking, quiet guy who tends to keep to himself and actually likes to be alone. Chance doesn't draw much attention.

Family:

▪ Mother:

Chance's mother was a very kind and fair woman. She was always looked at with respect by her neighbors and family - well at least most of the family. In Chance's eyes, she was perfect. She was always fair with him, but never spoiled him, and took care of him when he was feeling down. She's been there for him through the thick and the thin, including his entire struggle with his sickness. She's the picture perfect mother who would do anything for her only son.

▪ Father:

Though he's not perfect, Chance still loves his father. He's only ever seen him on a few occasions, but Chance knows he's not as bad as his mother's family thinks he is. His father isn't awful like they paint him to be, he just didn't get along with Chance's mother and they had to split. Chance does however harbor a secret resentment against his father for not being there as much as he could have. Chance knows its not exactly his fault - after all, the courts decided the visitation rights - but he still holds onto this small grudge and will most likely never let it go.

Relationship status: Single, but doesn't want to get close to anyone for fear that he could lose them or that they'd lose him; straight



❝ You're waiting for a train, a train that will take you far away.
You know where you hope this train will take you, but you don't know for sure.

But it doesn't matter?

How can it not matter where that train will take you? ❞

[Jenna ⭐]

No! Not at all! I like it when people are picky; helps me grow as a writer and such. It's no problem whatsoever.

[Shuhan [On Leave], I'm beside stoopid<- XD]

Whoosh!Relief!

Over and out.

[Shuhan [On Leave], I'm beside stoopid<- XD]

Something to point out about it so far. Is an eighteen year old supposed to be a junior in eleventh grade? I don't know about American Grades but it just doesn't sound right...

[Nephilim]

No she is should be in 12th grade

[sucre'd fiend, Perfection]

Grades don't usually go by age. Yes, some people don't make the cut off age to start school, and begin late. She could have been late because of medical reasons. So, yes she can be eighteen in the eleventh grade.

[Shuhan [On Leave], I'm beside stoopid<- XD]

That sentence made no sense.

I shall correct it! XD

She should be in twelfth grade.

[Shuhan [On Leave], I'm beside stoopid<- XD]

Why say 'Junior' then?

[Shuhan [On Leave], I'm beside stoopid<- XD]

I don't understand 'junior'.

[Shuhan [On Leave], I'm beside stoopid<- XD]

But, I really don't understand 'junior'...

[Shuhan [On Leave], I'm beside stoopid<- XD]

Oh okay.

[Shuhan [On Leave], I'm beside stoopid<- XD]

DO NOT SPAM THIS TOPIC!

[Olivia]

Name: Pheobe Costin
Age: 17
Type:Witch
Grade: Junior (11)
Appearance: Naturally tan skin, short (5'2), backlength black hair, green eyes, somewhat large eyes, high cheekbones, round face
Personality: shy/standoff-ish
History: Adopted at the age of 2 years old and was never in contact with her birth parents. Was a misfit in elementary and middle school and seperated herself because of her strange abilities.
Crush/Relationship: N/A
Family: Died mysteriously
Power: spellcasting, invisibilty, mindreading (but only when she chooses to)

[Olivia]

Name: Pheobe Costin
Age: 17
Birthday: March 3 (3/3)
Type: Witch
Grade: Junior (11)
Appearance: Pheobe has naturally tan skin, large green eyes, high cheek bones, backlength black hair, and a round face. Pheobe stands a mere 5'2. She appears outwardly cold and unapproachable. Her clothing style switches from feminine to tomboy. She has a petite figure with a modest shape.
Personality: She's shy and standoff-ish, but not anti-social. When comfortable she can be strange but sweet.She doesn't like to get emotional and is good at hiding her feelings but, when she sees anyone hurting she feels a strong desire to help them. She has a strong emphatetic nature. Her deep understanding of other people's feelings make her seem like an intense person but she's very easy going. She has a strong sense of what's right and wrong due to her own experiences and is nearly incapable of handling any injustice. She enjoys company but also likes to be alone (She can be moody). She's nice to people who are nice to her. If you're rude she'll just ignore ignore you.
History: She was adopted at the age of 2 years old by a kind older couple and was never in contact with her birth parents. She was considered a misfit in elementary and middle school. She seperated herself from others because of her strange abilities. Pheobe became aware of her powers in elementary school at the age pf 5. She was often bullied by her classmates but a particular occasion wuth more people observing. In the midst of being taunted a girl pushed her. A strong feeling of hate overcame her. She unconsciously electrocuted the girl who had to be hospitalized. She was expelled even though the school pricipal and administrators had no proof that the electrocution was caused by Pheobe. At a young age (about 9) Pheobe was diagnosed with depression. She became an angry loner who used her power to secretly play tricks on whomever she desired. Her adopted parents saw the horrible she was becoming and decided to send her to an all girls military school. the experience was so traumatic that she decided to change her lifestyle. Her dark past made her passionate about helping others.
Crush/Relationship: Open
Family: She has no memory of her real parents and her adopted parents recently died under unknown circumstances.
Power: Spellcasting, invisibilty, and mindreading (She becomes invisible and is able to read minds only when she chooses to)

[Megan]

Name: Falin willows
Age: 16
Type: siren

Appearance: Falin has dark brown hair up to her shoulders. She has pale skin and a smile to make any one melt. Her eyes are dark brown and looks completely flawless.

Personality: Falin tries really hard to hide her emotions. She is very dark and doesn't have any friends. She makes every boy swoon over her at first sight.
She is almost always alone.

History: Falin never had any friends even before she found out she was a siren. She had to switch schools every month because she always got involved in accidents. She was always the best student in music and never knew why before her 13 birthday. Falin was born in a family full of other sirens. Falin has a true form which no mortal eye may see without getting hurt. Her mortal form is beautifull and mysterious in a way.

Crush: None yet

Family: Henry willows (dad deceased)
Maya willows (mom)
Laura willows (sister)

Powers: She can lure people to do whatever she wants with her enchanting music and her voice. She can fly when turned into her true form.

[sucre'd fiend, Perfection]

No, but I would go over capitalization if you want her to be.

[Shuhan [On Leave], I'm beside stoopid<- XD]

EXACTLY, FIEND!