Student Characters

[Panda]

↟Continuation From Above

Willow would not talk at all, even when she was awake. Some people thought she was mentally dumb because of being so quiet or maybe even death or mute. Other people thought she was still in shock, seeing the fire go on and on. Willow was actually thinking, thinking of the fire, thinking of the betrayal she had not meant. Willow thought that she deserved a punishment, and she earned it. Willow had nightmares, seeing illusions. Soon she started talking about her nightmares and her dreams in a certain place called Wonderland. After Willow's wounds healed enough for her to live a normal life, Willow began to go around the hospital. Sometimes during her sleep and mostly in her illusions, she runs away from something, mostly doctors. They often have a weekly supply of sleeping medicine for her. She was usually watched, after her wounds healed completely, she went to the asylum, abandoning her home that she has been in for 3 years.



I ᴛʀɪᴇᴅ, I ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴅɪᴅ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴊᴜsᴛ ɢᴏᴛ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟ, ᴛʜᴇʏ ɢᴏᴛ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛᴏʀᴛᴜʀᴏᴜs

When Willow was sent to the asylum, she was already going crazy. They had to give her a medicine to go to sleep again. She was in the asylum for about 2 years,

[Nope]

Name: Azarav Babanin

Age: 17

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

Grade: 11

Appearance: Standing at 6 feet 4 inches Azarav is huge, he has curly, long black hair, a small gotee, he has hazle colored eyes, and tanned skin.

Personality: He defends his freinds no matter what the cost, he is depressed constantly but when angred his rage is uncontrollable.

History:He had a normal childhood except that his father, Morgan made constant deals with witches and warlocks. Then one day a witch, Michelle never got her shipment she was enraged and went looking for Morgan. When she found him, Morgan convinced her to spare him. The witch said "you have three days to give me what i order." then she vanished. Morgan could'nt help what had happend he had sent the shipment to the wrong witch and the witch would'nt give up the package. Michelle laid a curse which turned him to stone, Michelle told Azarav that he can save his father if he were to get a flower called "Moons Howl" and spinkle it with wolfsbane and chant theses words "ola migna ingba detdeatha" he would be restored. after collecting all the necessary ingredients he said the spell and the curse was lifted but his father died during the spell and the curse was givin to Azarav, but insted of turning into stone for eternity it gave him the ability to turn into a Stone Golem.

Crush/Relationship: Always to depressed to find love.

Family: All dead

Other: During his Stone Golem form his power is tripled his speed slower but indestructible

Power: Able to turn into a Stone Golem

[Kendra]

Wɪʟʟᴏᴡ Vᴀɴᴅᴀ Bᴇɴᴊᴀᴍɪɴ accepted.

Shim, could you go more into his powers, or his appearance as a stone golem?
In powers, maybe name how much he can lift when he transforms and when he's normal, how much damage he can sustain, some of his weaknesses.
I'd also like to see more personality, perhaps go into certain situations and tell me what he would do in those situations.

[Kendra]

ＮＡＴＨＡＮ ＡＬＥＸＡＮＤＥＲ ＴＡＭＩＲ accepted.

[Kendra]

Titanium Metallica accepted.

[Drax]

Name: Drakonnan Rolexor

Nicknames: Drakky, Drakky-Poo, Drak, Rolex, Watcher, and Time-Boy.

Age: 17

Type: Demigod. If allowed.

Grade: 11th

Appearance:

Description: A tall, white-haired male with pointed ears and a quite angular face, as he is not really a natural life form. His eyes glow ethereal blue when he uses necromancy, and so do his hands. He normally is adorned with a chest plate and cloak, unless he is required to wear a uniform. His natural eye color is green, and his skin is a very pale variety, which, unfortunately, causes him to burn easily.

Outline

Height: 6'4''

Weight: 150

Hair Color: White

Eye color: Green

Skin Tone: Very Pale

Personality:

A dark and mysterious type of person in every way, Drakonnan doesn't reveal much about himself, other than the fact that he doesn't enjoy much else besides sleep and magic. Relationships aren't really interesting to him, and fighting is repetitive, so it can a bit boring, in his opinion. He prefers to simply let his hounds tear his enemies to shreds. Now, there is a slight exception to his normal behavior. If you invade his privacy, such as using his thoughts as weapons, he will become enraged, and deign to rip you apart himself, instead of gracing his hounds with the pleasure. Another exception is friendship. He is a loyal friend who strives to protect comrades, even if it means his own death.

History:

Born in Hades as a result of his mother's spell, he was dipped in River Lethe as soon as he was born, imbuing him with a large amount of magical power, since he had no memories to absorb, the memories of powerful sorcerers poured into him instead, like a sponge. He honed his necromancy and elemental magic more than the other types, and is a force to be reckoned with, to say the least.

Crush/Relationship: Open

Family: Hecate(Mother)

Other: Has two spirit hounds, Shik, the murderous one, and Oni, the devilish one.

Power: He honed his necromancy and elemental magic more than the other types, and is a force to be reckoned with, to say the least.

Necromancy: The art of raising the dead to have them serve you, drawing power from the dead.

Elemental: Using the power of the primal forces of the world to destroy your opponents. Prefers electricity and wind.

He uses wind as a sharp attack, like invisible knives. He can also use it to levitate, and fly around. This makes him almost impossible to hit, including the fact that he can make a dense wall of wind to deflect attacks.

Drakonnan uses the lightning either as a pulse from his hands, or a constant stream of electricity. He also can condense it into a ball of explosive energy.

His fire magic only surfaces when he is angered, and it manifests in a very strange way. He can breathe fire, or the, 'Fire Dragon's Roar,' cover his body with it, I.E. 'Iron Fist of The Fire Dragon.' Also, eating fire will replenish his strength.

As for the other elements, he has little control over, and if he attempts them, they go wild, possible even harming HIMSELF.


NOTE: This character is my effort at giving this group another shot as a more experienced roleplayer, since it lost its appeal to me a few months ago.

[E]

Name:
Evan Louis Evgeniadis
Age:
15
Type(ex: werewolf, vampire, witch, elemental, etc.):
Half Werewolf, A Quarter Phoenix and A Quarter Fire Elemental
Grade:
10
Appearance:
He is 6 foot 4 and has an athletic build with very defined muscles. He has messy brown hair. The fringe covers his forehead. He has tanned skin even if he is never in the sun. He has dark green eyes and perfectly shaped features.

Personality:
Always happy and fun loving he is energetic and excited and will always make sure people around him are happy. He has a short temper though he barely shows it. He is caring and warmhearted. He is friendly and is always open to making new friends. He is rather easy going and laid back. He is kind and confident and rather modest. He is funny and loves to have people laugh at his jokes. He is brave and will always stand his ground and protect the people he cares about. He is artistic and intelligent and has always been near the top of his classes. He is a great leader and will often take charge. He is adventurous and will always look for the excitement in everything he does. He is never afraid to speak his mind and will often do so if he thinks something is not right. He is selfless and will often make sure his friends are happy.
History:
His parents were killed by a hunter when he was a baby he was rescued from there home by someone unknown. He lived in an orphanage until he was three and then he was adopted by Edon. He knew he was a supernatural when he accidentally set his bed on fire Edon explained everything to him. Edon trained him to use his werewolf abilities as Edon was also a werewolf. When he turned 8 Edon had a fire elemental, who was Edons friend, come and help him control his Pyrokinesis. He trained and learnt how to master all his abilities and then he got his letter from Supernatural Academy.
Crush/Relationship:
None
Family:
Edon- His adopted father
Other:
Is an Orphan

Powers:
-Shift into a wolf. He can shift into a wolf whenever he wants because he underwent many years of training before he was sent to the school. He had a mentor who told him how to control his werewolf powers and nature.

-Immortality- Because he is part Phoenix he is immortal. He can get shot and stabbed but can only be killed with a silver bullet to the heart because of his werewolf nature.

-Pyrokinesis: The power to generate, control or absorb fire. He can create fireballs and other things made from fire out of thin air. He can manipulate fire and bend it to his will only if it is the fire he created. Because of his fire elemental ancestry.

[Florangel *Hottest Nurse to ever walk the Earth*]

Name: Fiona Halle Georges

Age:17

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

Grade:11

Appearance: willowy in stature with a haunting icy blue eyes and a fair complexion with a hint of pink on her cheeks and lips. She has black long hair, which would turn deep red when sunshine hits it, ending in curls up to the top of her thighs. She has bangs ending on the top lids of her eyes hiding her pierced brow symbolizing her miscarried siblings three brothers on the right brow and an single pink colored ring on her left brow for a sister she lost a year ago. Her left far is untouched while her right ear is field with six piercings with solid silver rings and a chain connecting them. She stood at 5'8". she has a pair of wing like tattoo covering most of her back, which she covers with her long hair, specially if she's wearing a halter top or a back revealing attire. She has a shapely body with all the right curves not too skinny or fat with a hint of muscles with all the physical training she is under going.

Personality: she would always keep to herself as much as possible. She could be found in a quiet corner of the library or under a tree on campus grounds reading a novel she liked. She doesn't have good social skills but would talk decently to people when she needs to. She likes sweets as much as she loved books. She can be sarcastic and be a bit of a b**ch when attacked. she also has a mean right hook that would blast anyone who'd harass her to a day or two in the infirmary.

History: she has been in a wizard/witch clan who was given a gift by archangel of death. In every generation an individual in her clan is blessed with the
ability to manipulate death. In the fear of such ability the ministry of magic would put a seal to that one individual the moment they can be seen with such. And every year as that individual grow reinforcements to his or her ability would be done by the governing body of witches and wizards in all of earth. Sadly Fiona is the one who is gifted with such ability. At the age of two she manipulated the death of a potted plant and was instantly brought to the ministry to be sealed. Her seal is shaped like a pair of wings as reinforcements are added as years go by. Many wouldn't go near her except her immediate family and a talking cat she found atop a tree on her seventh birthday. Some of the clan especially her aunts thinks she is the cause of her mother's miscarriages. Though her mother would comfort her on this she secretly blames herself as well.

Crush/Relationship: she is a fan girl of Brad Pitt.

Family: only daughter of Mr and Mrs Halle Georges

Other:

Power: the seal in her back protects her from death and makes her immune to curses and jinx that would be thrown at her. She could also nullify attacks from elemental origin. However she could die with hand to hand combat the reason why she'd train as hard as she could. If she is to die with a fatal attack she would be risen from the dead by the archangel of death and the seal would on longer stop her from using her gift. As of the moment she can throw spells and jinx to anyone as a normal witch could with a wand. And she could fly anywhere with her broomstick.

[Bryen]

First Name: Jeremy 'Jer'

Middle Name: Fox

Last Name: Croft-Eventide

Age: 17

Grade: 11th

Species: Witch/Physic Vampire

Species Powers: Basic spell casting, photokinesis (light manipulation), the weather changes when his moods get extreme, extra stong at night, can read the minds of other witches, he needs to take energy from people to stay alive

Grade: 11

Favorite Element: He loves earth

Appearance:                                 



Eye Color:


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Personality: Jeremy is a total lover not a fighter, he prides himself on his kindness, he loves to make jokes, Jer tries to be a best friend to everyone, he loves making people smile, all these things are what make it so hard for him to be around people , when he gets 'hungry' it's hard for him, Physic Vampires only feed one of two ways, painfully or sexually, he hates hurting people so he only feeds sexually, which makes things awkward, He usually just finds some random to feed from but most nights he just goes to bed 'Hungry', Jeremy is a total book nerd, he read every chance he gets, he loves that classical books as much as he dose elephant dung (Which is to say very little) he likes modern books, Jer often quotes books and famous people, he cant help in it's just his way of putting word to his thoughts, which stray often. Jer has a hard time seeing the bad in people, which allows most to take advantage of him, he comes off as naive most of the time.

Brief Biography: Jeremy was raised by a ordenary human family that was not his own, his real parents had to get rid of him just after birth, he was the first North witch/vampire born (The northern [Canadian] witches didn't like vampires much at all) they planed to retrieve him when he was older and could hide his vampire tendencies and live with his mother they loved him vary much and it was hard but Jer's mother left Jeremy in a park with an energy field around him that only the true of heart could pass, and someone did he was found by a police office, Officer Cam Morgan, he took the baby home to his wife and three biological children, the Morgans t took care of him, but when he was 8 a blood vampire came to the house and said if the Morgans didn't get rid of Jer he would kill their real kids, so they left him in a park, the same park in fact, Jer lived by himself for two years until he was ten, he lived in the park, under a tree, he felt safe there in his little space under the tree where he had been left the first time, one night Jer saw some bad guys coming through the park chasing a poor woman, they knocked her to the ground and it seemed like they were going to rape her, they probably would have if Jer hadn't fed for the first time from them, the men went between feeling intense sexual pleasure and the worst pain of their lives until they passed out, the woman thanked Jer and brought him to the hospital where he was taken in by a foster family, the Johns loved and cared for Jeremy until he was 13, the year he came out as gay, he told his new family and once again he was sleeping in the park, the Johns kicked him out, Jer had no one to turn to, he was on his own on the streets for almost 4 months before a representative from the school came and brought him to the academy. Once at the academy he felt at home, really at home.


Family: His biological mother was Camilla Croft, high white witch of the northern skies, real age 74, being the high witch she has an extended life (Not immortal just a few hundred years), she loves Jer very much and even checks in on him every once in a while (view spoiler)[ (hide spoiler)] Jer's biological dad is Laguz Eventide, he is a clan leader of all different types of vampires in New York, he is about 105 (give or take) he often sends his clan to check on Jer, and as for the vamp who caused the issue with the Morgans, lets just say he will get a daily tan until he turns 1,000 (view spoiler)[ (hide spoiler)]

Sexuality: Jer is gay, he has known since he was just 7, he has never had a boyfriend he hasn't even had his first kiss

Likes/dislikes: Jer likes herbs, fashion, magic, writing and reading, he quotes old timey famos people and new books all the time, he hates mean people and anyone who lies/cheats, he tries to avoid blood vampires, they think he is too wimpy and a bad vampire

Pet:None,(unless you count the pigeons at the park)he always wanted one but didn't stay anywhere long enough to have one

Other:


I re vamped my charrie! Thoughts?

[Jenna ⭐]

▓░⊱ ᴀɴ ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴇᴍᴘʟᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ ℐєηηαℓуη ⊰░▓
(view spoiler)[αɴy ɢιғѕ αɴd/or ιмαɢeѕ αre ɴoт мιɴe! тнey αre ғree ғor υѕe. нowever, тнe cнαrαcтer αѕ well αѕ тнe ιɴғorмαтιoɴ provιded αre pυrely мy creαтιoɴ αɴd αre ɴoт тo вe ѕтoleɴ!
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ᴄʀᴇᴅɪᴛ: ɪɴsᴘɪʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜɪs ᴛᴇᴍᴘʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴅᴇʀɪᴠᴇᴅ ғʀᴏᴍ ₴єaTнёFїёпd puǝıɟ, ♠║▌Parøxysmal Asphyxiatiøn, Wise 유리, ☠█☠▓☠▒☠░☠░ѕpαrĸlιɴɢ мαɴdαrιɴ, and ◄KɪʀsᴛɪN► (hide spoiler)]





⊰▒▓ ＯＲＩＡＮＮＡ ＴＩＥＮ ＬＡＲＫ ▓▒⊱

ᵜ Orianna:
As a girl's name, Orianna is pronounced or-ee-AHN-ah. It is a variant of Oriana and is of Latin origin. The meaning of Orianna is "sunrise", from the same root as Aurora.

ᵜ Tien:
The baby girl name Tien is also used as a boy name. It is pronounced as Tay-N. Tien is used predominantly in the Vietnamese language and it is also derived from Vietnamese origins.

ᵜ Lark:
As a surname, Lark is of Middle English origin. In nature, larks are playful, lighthearted songbirds.

〈ᴀɢᴇ:〉 Sixteen ᒥ 16 ᒧ
〈ᴅᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ:〉 April seventeenth
〈ᴛɪᴍᴇ/ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ:〉 6:34 ➟ Summit Lake, Nevada
〈ᴀsᴛʀᴏʟᴏɢɪᴄᴀʟ sɪɢɴ:〉 Pisces ᒥ ♓ ᒧ

⊰▒▓ Pisces is the last sign of the zodiac, which has the symbol of 'The Fish'. Pisces people are not much interested in the material things of life and are not the ones to run after money. It's not that they are against riches, but they are more aware of its impermanence. They are not greedy about anything, least of all wealth. A Piscean has an easy carelessness about tomorrow. Pisces display either of the two basic personalities traits - going with the flow or against it. They will either go where the current takes them or fight against it.

〈sᴘᴇᴄɪᴇs:〉 Nephilim

⊰▒▓ A Nephilim is a hybrid creature born from an angel and human. It has been stated that creating a Nephilim is forbidden. Nephilims are often viewed as abominations due to their existence being outlawed.

〈ᴘᴏωᴇʀs:〉

⊰▒▓ ʜᴏʟʏ ʟɪɢʜᴛ:

Orianna has the ability to project rays of light from her body. previously, when she only had some grace, her light powers were juvenile. She could really only produce a small light source and even then it would constantly waver. Now, her powers are much more developed. She still has difficulties with them and they are still temperamental, but she can do much more with them. For example, she is now able to turn off all the lights in a room. However, she cannot take out all the lights in the entire building. With more practice though, it could become a reality.

ʜᴇᴀʟɪɴɢ:

As with her Holy Light, Orianna's healing powers were not developed well enough before she gained more grace. She could only heal minor wounds such as scratches or scrapes. Now though, she can heal much more severe wounds. It still takes a lot out of her - she would most likely faint from overuse - but it's better than nothing.

〈ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ:〉 Female ᒥ ♀ ᒧ
〈sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ:〉 Heterosexual ᒥ Straight ᒧ
〈ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ sᴛᴀᴛᴜs:〉 Crushing ᒥ ⊰ ❤ ⊱ ʜᴇɴʀʏ ʜᴇᴀᴅʟᴇss ⊰ ❤ ⊱ ᒧ

⊰▒▓ ＣＯＵＮＴＥＮＡＮＣＥ ▓▒⊱
❝ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛʏ ɪs ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇsᴛ ᴠᴇʀsɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ.❞


↡ ᴘʜʏsɪϙᴜᴇ ↡
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❝ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ, ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴅᴇᴠᴏɴ ᴊᴀᴅᴇ ᴅᴏᴇs ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ.❞

〈ʜᴀɪʀ〉

⊰▒▓ Orianna has light blonde hair that could almost be considered white. It is natural from her father who had used a vessel with light blonde hair. This gave Orianna the vessel’s genes and, by extension, the unusual hair color. Orianna doesn’t really have any specific feelings towards her hair (it’s not really cool or anything to her) but she doesn’t hate it. It makes her stick out a little bit which, in her opinion, is not always a good thing, but it can help her draw more attention to herself when needed.

〈ᴏᴄᴜʟᴀʀs〉

⊰▒▓ Being a light green-gray color, Orianna always thought of her eyes as a stormy color of sorts. They reflect the green and gray colors of the sky just before rain or a storm sets in. This is one of the reasons why Orianna thinks her eyes are her best and most defining trait (though it’s really her hair).

〈ᴅɪᴍᴇɴsɪᴏɴs〉

⊰▒▓ Being a little on the short side, Orianna only stands at about five foot four. She’s never been a very tall person and it doesn’t help that she only likes to wear flat heeled shoes, but she doesn’t mind in the slightest. Its the perfect height for her.
Orianna weighs in at about one hundred and fifteen pounds. She’s on the skinny side and has struggled with keeping up a good weight on more than one occasion. Its been a problem for her as she has difficulties gaining weight. She’s never really had to worry about it though - its not a life threatening issue - is just something she’d like to work on.

〈ᴅɪsᴛɪɴɢᴜɪsʜɪɴɢ ᴀᴛᴛʀɪʙᴜᴛᴇs〉

⊰▒▓ As of now, Orianna does have wings. She was not born with them but received them on the day that she and Samael went to Heaven HQ. While there, she was given grace by the Angel Celeste. Wings forming on her back a moment later, Orianna loves them beyond all compare. There’s almost nothing in the world she would trade them for.

〈ωᴇᴀᴘᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇ〉

⊰▒▓ Orianna has an Angel blade as she is recognized by other Angels as a full Angel. This blade is medium length and silver in color, almost like a dagger or short sword. Being an Angelic blade, the sword can kill Angels, Demons, Reapers, and Hellhounds. This is a reason why it can never fall into the wrong hands as it can kill most anything. In order to summon it, all Orianna has to do is simply think of it. To do this, Orianna pictures the blade in her hand and often times it appears.

[Jenna ⭐]

▓░⊱ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇᴅ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴀʙᴏᴠᴇ ⊰░▓
▓░⊱ ᴀɴ ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴇᴍᴘʟᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ ℐєηηαℓуη ⊰░▓


❝ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ɪs ᴛᴏᴏ ᴏʟᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ɪɴ ғᴀɪʀʏᴛᴀʟᴇs. ωɪʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ sᴛɪʟʟ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ?❞


⊰▒▓ ＤＹＮＡＭＩＣ ＤＩＳＰＯＳＩＴＩＯＮ ▓░⊱

⊰ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ɪ'ʟʟ ᴍᴇɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ⊱

ᵜ Orianna is a very caring person. Whenever someone around her feels hurt or is damaged, she’ll try her very hardest to fix them. A lot of the time this can hurt her personally because she doesn’t focus on her self very much, just on other people. Its not that she doesn’t want to take care of herself or fix her own problems, its just that she’d rather put other people’s needs before her’s. This can be looked at as both a good and a bad thing. On one hand, she is being a very considerate person by taking time out of her day to help someone else’s, but on the other hand, she doesn’t get anything done for herself. This makes her very unselfish but it doesn’t make her feel the best as she could. However, she really does love to help people and still does it even though it can sometimes pain her.

⊰ ɪ’ʟʟ sʜᴏω ʏᴏᴜ ωʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ωᴀɴɴᴀ sᴇᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ωʜᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ωᴀɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ⊱

ᵜ Dealing with the above, Orianna would do most anything for anyone if it would make them happy. She’d be one of those people to stand on the bus so that someone else could have her seat, or give her money to a homeless person on the street just because they look like they need it more. But because of this, Orianna can seem a little more than naive. That person she gave her seat to would have been perfectly fine standing, and that homeless person on the side of the road was a conman. She doesn’t think enough before she does things, but instead decides to go with what feels right. Because of this, she can also be pretty reckless, doing things for others that most people wouldn’t do. Its just her personality though and she really doesn’t mean any harm by it.

⊰ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪғ ᴛʜᴇ sᴋʏ ɪs ғᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ᴅᴏωɴ, ɪ ᴋɴᴏω ᴛʜᴀᴛ ωᴇ’ʟʟ ʙᴇ sᴀғᴇ ᴀɴᴅ sᴏᴜɴᴅ ⊱

ᵜ Orianna is the definition of an optimist. She constantly looks on the brightside. Hey, she may have given up her seat to that guy on the bus but at least he got to sit down for a while. She may have given her money she needed for a taxi ride home to a con-artist, but maybe he need the money and maybe she needed the walk. Its thoughts like this that really keep Orianna going. If she didn’t think like this, there would be a pretty good chance that she wouldn’t be as happy as she is now. She’d most likely be quite depressed and caught up in all the things that she did wrong.

⊰ ᴍʏ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ωᴏʀᴅs ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛωᴏ ᴍᴇᴀɴɪɴɢs ⊱

ᵜ Something that Orianna does a lot is put hidden meanings behind her words. Sometimes when she speaks, she’ll say something but mean something completely different. The things she means are never really bad, they’re just embarrassing or hard for her to say. For example, instead of telling someone that they did something wrong, she’d avoid it and tell them something good they did, really trying to focus on the mistake. A lot of the time, people don’t get her meanings and she gets shrugged off or taken as naive or innocent. She does see the faults in people, but she doesn’t like to point them out to people, not wanting to hurt their feelings. If someone got mad at her, Orianna wouldn’t be able to stand up for herself, especially if it was a physical fight. She just doesn’t have the capability to deal with those kind of things.

⊰ ɪ'ʟʟ ᴅᴏ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ⊱

ᵜ Orianna loves to do things for people. Its actually one of her favorite things to do. She loves to hold open the door for people, compliment them, give them gifts, that sort of thing. The reason for this is because she takes pleasure in other people’s happiness. She loves to see people smile and laugh just as much as she likes to herself. She’s pretty selfless but at the time she can be a little vain when she wants to. Its really usually a rare occasion, but it does happen. Sometimes she’ll think about letting someone take her spot, but doesn’t because she simply doesn’t want to. But one thing's for certain, if she puts her mind to it, she’ll get it done sooner or later. She will make you feel better if its the last thing she does.

⊰ ғᴏʀ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ɢɪʀʟ ⊱

ᵜ Though she likes to act mature and helpful and selfless, Orianna is just one girl. She can’t do everything that she thinks she can. She doesn’t like to ask for help from others, not wanting to bother them with her problems, but sometimes she needs to. This isn’t always obvious to her so she usually pushes through things on her own when she really needs someone to help her. She’s really just trying to be a good person, but she strains herself a lot by doing this.



❝ωᴇ ʟᴇᴀʀɴ ᴛᴏ ʟɪᴠᴇ ωɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀɪɴ. ᴛʀᴜsᴛ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ᴍᴏsᴀɪᴄ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛs.❞


⊰▒▓ ＤＡＹＳ ＯＦ ＯＬＤ ▓░⊱

Growing up in a small city in Nevada, Orianna was always around people she knew and never had much confrontation. When her family moved to a big city when she was twelve, Orianna felt very uncomfortable and eventually became somewhat of a loner, only really hanging out with those very close to her.
When Orianna was thirteen, her mother, Clarissa, finally told her of her father and she was in shock. as any normal teenager would do, she automatically assumed that it was either a joke or her mother had gone off the deep end. When her powers showed up, Orianna was finally made to accept her heritage, but she always secretly believed it might be a dream.
Being intrigued in angel lore, Orianna began to wonder of her father. She would look out her window every day, wishing on a shooting star that her father would come and visit her but he never did. She eventually gave up and accepted the fact that he’d forgotten about her.
When Orianna turned sixteen three years later, she received a letter to the Supernatural Academy and decided to enroll. While there, she met many people. The ones she became most familiar with were Samael, a guardian Angel, Ash, Samael's human, and Henry Headless, a Dullahan, and his stead Daisy.
Ash and Sam helped Orianna to get to where she needed to be, including taking her up to Heaven HQ and blessing her with extra grace. Before that though, they had avoided the angels all together. Orianna's kind was unheard of and not allowed in the angel world. Revealing her would have most likely resulted in death. So they kept it a secret, only showing her true colors to a few angels and one of them allowed her grace. With this additional grace, Orianna obtained wings, access to angel telepathic communication, and an angel blade. Together, Ash, Sam, and Orianna teamed up to join the Hunters and angels in the war as Orianna was now recognized as a full angel.
Henry was a Dullahan that Orianna met on her first day at the academy. Henry had been there with his Demon horse when they stumbled across Orianna. The three immediately hit it off, becoming great friends in a few days. Over time, Orianna began harbor feelings for Henry. The two had been in the library reading when Ash first walked into Orianna's life. The Hunter had come to take Orianna to Sam, saying it was safer where they were going. Without so much as a word, Orianna left with Ash, leaving Henry heartbroken. While at the Abandoned House (the home that the three had claimed as a hiding place of sorts), Sam and Ash warned Orianna of Henry and Daisy and their level of danger. At first, Orianna believed them, but now she's having doubts.

⊰▒▓ ＲＥＬＡＴＩＯＮＳ ▓░⊱

ᴄʟᴀʀɪssᴀ ʟᴀʀᴋ (ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ)

Love: ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤♡♡ ░ Age: 38 ░ Status: Alive

ᴄᴀʟɪ ʟᴀʀᴋ (sɪsᴛᴇʀ)

Love: ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ ░ Age: 8 ░ Status: Alive

❝ᴅᴀʀʟɪɴɢ, ɪᴛ ωᴀs ɢᴏᴏᴅ. ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴅᴏωɴ.❞

❝ᴀɴᴅ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ωʜᴇʀᴇ ωᴇ sᴛᴏᴏᴅ ωᴀs ʜᴏʟʏ ɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ.❞

[Belladonna (~Miriam Daisy Rose~)]

Name: Margot (pronounced Mar-go) Farahilde Pieters

Age: 18

Type: Elemental

Grade: 12

Appearance: A slight girl, about 5'2", Margot is rather unassuming. She has pale skin, and in the summer, she has freckles. Her hair drops down below her shoulders, almost to her waist. It is thick, black, resolutely sleek and straight, and with bangs. She has Belgian features, and hazel eyes.

Personality: Quiet. Margot is not one to blurt out things as they pop into her head, but one to speak decisively and thoughtfully. This is partly because her personality is naturally as such, and partly because the fact that she is not a native English speaker somewhat forces her to do so. She is keenly perceptive, and picks up on subtle things in other people. And she is very good at fitting things together and seeing the big picture. She is good at working with other people in such a way that her actions help them to ‘shine’. She is good at thinking on her feet in terms of actions, but not really in words. As a non-native English speaker, she has to think about what she’s going to say, making that split-second hesitation.

History: Margot grew up in Belgium. Only a few months ago did she come to the United States (the local, I assume, of this roleplay). Though she was always an extremely intellectual person, all of the teachers at her old grade school quietly conceded that there was “something strange about Miss Pieters,” and she dropped out after finishing eighth grade. By that time, she had both discovered and mastered her Papyrokinesis. But the invisibility, which had become a problem for her upon entering seventh grade and was partly responsible for her dropping out, was still mostly out of her control. It seemed to be triggered by her emotions. So after dropping out, she struck out on her own, took up a job in the kitchen of a restaurant, working evenings. The mornings she spent on ‘personal studies’, which included anything from going out on her own adventures, working towards a scholarly education, and learning to work and live with her powers. Something that had existed as little sparks here and there, or strange humming throughout her life, her Dynamokinesis, became a force within her that she was aware of, and, she began to learn to control it. And she grew a lot in these years. Eventually she got her letter. She spent days pacing around, trying to decide if this was the path she should go down... and eventually, she decided that it was. She burnt the letter and took a plane to the States, and eventually arrived at the school by bus, a large backpack on on her shoulders containing everything she had.
Crush/Relationship:

Family: Back in Knobb-Heist Belgium, Margot has 5 brothers and 2 sisters (one of which is about to be born). They are: Carel Lodewik Pieters (age 15) , Ludolf (Loy) Hilaire Pieters (age 12), Florent (Fons) Gervaas Pieters (age 11, Loy's inseparable companion), Godeleine (Ida) Helma Pieters (age 8, free spirited individual), Martijn Sebastiaan Pieters (age 6), Hugo Alard Pieters (age 6), and about to be born Emmalina Jakobina Pieters. Her Mom: Joseline (Julie) Karlijn Pieterts, (age 49) Dad: Kjell Louis Pieters (age 48)

Other: Margot is 18. While the drinking age in the US is 21, she is used to drinking alcohol back in Belgium, where she has been drinking it legally for quite a while. Provided she follows the drinking laws here, it will be quite an adjustment for her. In a family of eight(kids, ten if you include adults), financial support from her parents is pretty much nil. Of course, she has been living alone and supporting herself for the past three or four years. This was something that broke her off from the family-- her parents supported that decision, and continue to support it. She calls them from the pay phone at the school from time to time (she doesn't have a cell phone).
Leaving home was a choice she made after eighth grade. It felt right, like it was what she needed to do. It was gradual, at first she dropped out of school but still lived at home. Then she moved out, but still lived in the same city. She moved further and further out from there. She needed to be able to delve into herself and discover her true identity, to get control over her skills. Also, she did not want her powers to cause disruption in her siblings life, or to make people think strangely of them in school and around town. It was best on all fronts.
Right now she's pretty much surviving off of financial support from the school. At some point, however, she's probably going to need to get a job, which will require paperwork and processing fees, if the job is off-campus.
Consistently throughout her life, Margot has been able to embrace change. She is stalwart, yet easygoing. With hardship, insult, or pain, she is more likely to take it in stride than get too upset over it. Yet she is not a blank page. Inside she is filled with passions, hopes, dreams, desires.
She is fluent in French, Dutch, and German, and is proficient in English.

Power: Papyrokinesis, Dynamokinesis, Invisibility (but she has a hard time controlling it), and certain things with darkness and light, though she doesn't realize much of her ability yet. It will take years of training, self-discipline, and luck to effectively learn to use them masterfully.

[Jasmine]

A HELEN PRODUCTION.
(view spoiler)[αη σяιgιηαℓ cнαяαcтєя αη∂ тємρℓαтє. αℓℓ gιƒѕ αη∂ ιмαgєѕ (αη∂ ѕσмє qυσтєѕ) υѕє∂ αяє ησт мιηє αη∂ тнєяєву ƒяєє тσ υѕє. вυт αℓℓ ιηƒσямαтιση ιѕ ρυяєℓу ƒяσм му σωη ιмαgιηαтιση, αη∂ ιѕ ησт тσ вє ѕтσℓєη. ιƒ уσυ ωσυℓ∂ ℓιкє тσ υѕє σηє σƒ му тємρℓαтєѕ, мєѕѕαgє мє.

Those Who have Helped Me:
~ Jenny, who first taught me how to create templates, and for being a great partner-in-crime.
~ Tara, for inspiring the Playlist part of the template.

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Part I



❝The headless horseman rides tonight
through stark and starless skies.
Shattering the silence
with this otherworldly cry,
he races through the darkness
on his night-slick steed.
The headless horseman rides tonight where the fates would lead.❞


||▣|Full Name|▣|| Henry Headless
|▫Nickname▫| Hen.
|▫Henry▫| as a boy's name is pronounced HEN-ree. It is of Old German origin, and the meaning of Henry is "home ruler". Norman name that is a favored royal name (for eight kings) of England and France. Heinrich is German; Henryk is Polish.
|▫Headless▫| as in not having a head or formed without a head. It could also mean decapitation. This is a surname for the famous Headless Horseman.

||▣|Age |▣|| 16
||▣|Date of Birth|▣||September the 22nd
|▫Place of Birth▫| Robert-Bosch-Krankenhaus hospital, Stuttgart, Germany.
|▫ Astrological Sign/Zodiac Sign▫| Virgo.


||▣|Gender |▣|| Male.
|▫Sexuality ▫| Heterosexual.
|▫Relationship Status ▫| Has a crush on Orianna Tein Lark.

||▣|Species |▣|| Dullahan
Dullahans are a type of undead or Fae creature who do not have a head. Most have found objects to replace their old ones – such as a pumpkins, boxes, or dummies heads – but some haven’t bothered. Their main reason in life is to kill; Dullahan’s slaughter their victims in the bloodiest and most devastating way. They do not appreciate being watched while on their errands, throwing a basin of blood on those who dare to do so - often a mark that they are among the next to die. The only way to defeat a Dullahan is to either splash water on it (making the creature melt away and die) or to scare it off with gold. The most famous and lethal Dullahan is the Headless Horseman (real name; Herald Headless). Not many Dullahan’s are known to actually exist, but the ones that do all own a horse that was born in the darkest places in Hell. None have died of age so far – the oldest being three-hundred.

||▣|Powers |▣||
• |▫ Open Sesame▫| There is no way to bar the road against a Dullahan — all locks and gates open on their own when it approaches. It doesn’t matter how many sigils or protective charms are on it, it’s going to open.
• |▫ People are so predictable ▫| Dullahan’s are known for their impeccable sense of direction, and a knowing for where their next victim will be. It’s not sharp enough to tell you where the victim is exactly, but tells you the general area. Henry has not gained control of this ability yet but will in a few years.
• |▫ Sticks and stones may break my bones▫| Even though Dullahans feel pain when injured, they can sustain multiple wounds and easily survive . The only way to defeat a Dullahan is through touching water.


❝ The strongest people are those who smile through pain, and battle through wars no one knows about.❞


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|▫Head ▫| Despite popular beliefs, Henry does like to use a pumpkin as a head. Due to damage and rotting, he regularly carves out a new one. It’s a very basic style; triangular eyes, noise and a zigzag mouth that stretches into a smile. It looks like any other jack o’ lantern, but this head shows off expression like any other face. He can see, hear, and speak, but cannot smell. He can fully function with or without his head.
|▫Body Type ▫| If you are expecting a muscular body, then lower your expectations. Henry’s body has no muscle, eternal organs, or skin. In fact; he is a thin-boned skeleton. They are pure white, but can bleach very easily in the sun. To keep this from happening, he keeps himself heavily covered in clothing.
|▫Weight & Hieght ▫| Being as slender as he is (and being a skeleton), Henry only weighs about thirty-pounds without his head on. Surprisingly, he grew before and after his decapitation. He now stands at six-foot-four.
|▫Fashion Style ▫| He covers all of his bones with clothing to keep them from bleaching, but he also covers himself up not to make people uncomfortable with his appearance. Henry wears black shirt and pants (and a belt around his waist to hold his sword and whip), a black cloak with red lining inside, and leather gloves. He wears heavy boots on his feet, too. The only bit of bone you can see is his neck.



❝My reason in life is to kill those who deserve worse than death…❞



ＰＥＲＳＯＮＡＬＩＴＹ:

Henry is a steadfast, humble, honest, and very shy person. He doesn’t feel comfortable around people, making him socially awkward. So don’t be shocked if he trails of sentences, or doesn’t talk a lot. But if he does become your friend, you will find that he a loyal companion that will always have your back. He is polite, and mannerly, and will always be respectful. He is always the first to say sorry in situations, and tries to fly under the rader even though he’s destined to stand in the spotlight of being the next Headless Horseman. He’s surprisingly cowardly for a Dullahan, but he does have his brave moments.

||▣|Likes|▣||
• |▫BOO! ▫| It might be a little mean, but Henry takes great joy by frightening people by taking off his head (or putting on a different one all together). Whenever someone would go near the cartridge his father and he lived in, Henry would be told to scare them off. It was his guilty pleasure.
• |▫Quiet, now ▫| Sometimes, Henry would go off on his own and try and find a nice, quiet place to just sit and think. He finds it very relaxing and therapeutic, and thinks it’s a necessity to take a moment out of your life and breath.
• |▫Animals ▫| Henry is a animal-lover. If he had it his way, he’d own every stray dog, cat, or anything else he’d see on his travels. He treats them fairly, and it sickens him to think how some animals are treated by humans.
• |▫Around the World In a Few Days ▫| Like any dullahan, Henry has a love for travelling. He has been all over the world many times, and never gets tired of seeing the different cultures.

||▣|Dislikes|▣||
• |▫RUN! It’s Made Out of Gold! ▫| Gold is an irrational fear all Dullahan’s share, and Henry is no different. He’s not overly skittish, but will squirm when near it. If you ask him to touch it, he will more than likely run away screaming.
• |▫Justin Bieber ▫| It’s common for guys to dislike the famous pop-singer sensation, Justin Bieber, but Henry has a particular loathing for him. When “Bieber Fever” was spreading across the USA, Henry and his father, Herald, where staying in a house with fellow Dullahan’s in L.A. One was a young, female Dullahan, who was a big fan of the singer – and Henry was in the room next to her. Every morning she would put on a Bieber song (on full volume), waking Henry from his sleep, and replay it over, and over, and over, and over again. It was safe to say that he nearly went insane.


❝When someone falls, someone needs to be there to pick them up again. ❞


S K I L L S:

||▣|Strengths|▣||
• |▫Stamina ▫| Not having lungs, Henry dosn’t need to breath. So that means he could run for miles and not pant. It also takes a very long time for him to become tired, since he has trained everyday with his father for countless hours.
• |▫Fighting ▫| Again, his stamina makes him a worthy opponent, and once again this skill was gained by training. He knows many art-forms of fighting, from swordsmanship to kickboxing and karate, and is gifted in close combat. But the thing is; he doesn’t like to fight.
• |▫Listening ▫| Since he doesn’t talk very much, his listening skills are top notch – to just talking to him, or listening for sounds.
• |▫Quick Learner ▫| Although Henry cannot read, he is quick to learn and is eager too. It’s the very reason he came to the Academy in the first place; to learn as much as he can. He also can pick up on patterns quickly.

||▣|Weaknesses|▣||
• |▫...Henry; Can You Read? ▫| The answer is no. He can’t. Having no head, his father thought that reading things other than maps was useless. But Daisy saw the value in reading, and taught him a few words so he could get by.
• |▫Water ▫| If Henry touches water in any way, he will be in extreme pain and the bones will more than likely melt. It’s like acid to dullahans.
• |▫What Should I Say? ▫| His shyness, social anxiety, and awkwardness sometimes gets the better of him. He dosn’t say much, and is too frightened to speak his mind to anyone other than his loyal stead, Daisy.
• |▫Believing in Himself ▫| Henry doesn’t think highly of himself. He can’t believe that anyone would truly care for him, and he’d would cause only trouble, so he doesn’t bother trying to make friends. He constantly beats himself down.

||▣|Weapons |▣||
• |▫Whip ▫| A black, bullwhip made of black leather.
• |▫Sword ▫| A long, broadsword with a plain cross guard. The grip is wrapped in exotic black leather, and the blade has a greyish tinge to it. The pommel looks to be plain, but if you look closer at it you’ll be able to see the faint design of a horse’s head.

[Jasmine]

❝The loneliest people can be the kindest. The saddest people sometimes smile the brightest. The most damaged people are filled with wisdom. All because they do not wish the pain they've endured on another soul.❞



H I S T O R Y:

||▣|A Sad Begining|▣||
❝ Mothers aren’t supposed to hate their child. So what happens if they do? ❞

Herald Headless’ wife was a brilliant street magician in Germany, Stuttgart. They met at one of her performances, and became great friends. Soon, though, they fell for each other and married in a registry office. After two years of marriage, she had Henry. Not being dead, but still having fey blood, Henry was born “human.” He was completely normal.
But his mother didn’t see it that way.
She believed she gave birth to a monster. She refused to see him. She became cold to everyone around her, and became emotionally unstable. Many times she even tried to kill her son.
Herald took things into his own hands and told his wife to leave them. She did, without argument. Obviously her hatred towards her son was larger than her love for her husband. No one has dared utter her name to Mr. Headless let alone mention where she is, and he never speaks about her to his son. To Henry, his mother didn’t exist.

||▣| Losing A Head |▣||
❝ Death is only the beginning. ❞

Henry was eleven-years-old when he was murdered. It was on the 5th of November, in Florence, Italy, twelve minutes pass twelve o’clock at night.
While chasing down a killer named Bod Crane (pseudonym), Herald Headless had parked the horse-pulled carriage, also known as “home” to them, in a pretty shifty campsite. The other tents mainly contained drunkards, and Mr. Headless did not want his son to be alone in the carriage while he was gone Hunting. He knew that the job would be a quick one, and no harm would come to the boy.
The human boy was half asleep during the ride to the murderer’s house. His father dismounted, taking Henry with him, and told him to stay at the front door. Nodding lazily with his head, he stood.
Whilst Herald and his trusted stead, Jale, entered the house, they had no idea that Bod Crane was in fact not inside. Instead, he was outside, hiding in some bushes. He had caught wind of the planned assassination, and he hid himself away so the Headless Horseman wouldn’t see him.
With twenty innocent’s bloods on his hands, Nick was just about to sneak away. But then he saw the Horseman’s child, and couldn’t resist adding one more person to his list. Especially the Headless Horseman’s son. Think about how ironic and hilarious that would be!
He took Henry’s life, along with his head as a souvenir, and vanished without a trace…
It took a whole year for Henry’s father to find a Necromancer to raise Henry and not control him. By then, his body was nearly decade so they had to skin him off completely, making him the skeleton-bodied, pumpkin headed boy he is today.

||▣| The Rider and His Horse |▣||
❝ Daisy just showed up one day and never left. ❞

The week of Henry’s first days of being a dullahan, he became very withdrawn from everyone - even more than before. He never even spoke to his own father. One night, when the two dullahans were asleep, a new comrade appeared outside.
One morning, Henry went outside to find a black horse with blood red eyes waiting for him. She announced (in perfect English mind you) that her name was Daisy, and that she was forever to be his horse and he her rider. He initially said no, and she then told him that it wasn’t a question.
Ever since, the two have been inseparable. To Henry, she was the mother he never had… except she was moodier then most mothers.

||▣| Bet You Can’t Lift Me |▣||
❝ It’s not complicated magic – it’s simple gravity. ❞

As you might have guessed, owning two horses and travelling coasts a lot of money – even if you don’t eat or need many clothes or have a carriage for a home. To help his father with coasts, Henry would go to places where Supernatural’s would reside naturally. He would walk up to every muscular looking guy - it would be better if he was with a girl - and bet that he couldn’t lift him up twice in a row. Henry only weighs thirty-pounds. The guy would scoff and lift him easily the first time under his armpits. The next time, Henry was the one scoffing. Changing his stance slightly and using gravity to make him heavier, the guy would find he couldn’t lift him up, losing the bet. (Now you understand why it would be better if there was a girl around.) He received a lot of money from that simple use of gravity.

||▣| The Great Heist |▣||
❝ When people joke about robbing a bank, I get very nervous. ❞

After Hunting in Las Vegas on a Friday night, Herald Headless decided he’d go to a casino. Henry didn’t approve of it, but knew he couldn’t change his father’s mind. So off Herald went, going into a casino strictly for Supernaturals.
The next morning, Herald came back. Henry, having been worried sick, asked where he had been all night. And so his father explained that he was having a winning streak, and got overly cocky. So he started to bid on something else. He bet the carriage, and the two horses, Daisy and Jale. And at one game, he lost. But the vampire he lost to was nice enough to make a proposition: he could give him the carriage and the horses, or he could give him a hundred million dollars in cash by Monday.
Furious, Henry was about to throttle his father, but Herald had a plan.
One thing led to another, and the next thing the young dullahan knew, he was standing on a small bank named Chase on Sunday night, who had the exact amount they needed in its storage. Naturally, he didn’t approve of this either, but they didn’t have a choice.
Inside the bank, Daisy and Jale had possessed two guards. They had knocked out the other guards, and everyone else, and disabled all the alarms and tinkered the cameras in a way that they showed the same film over and over again. It’s was all surprisingly easy – especially since the dullahans had the power to open any door they pleased.
Henry and Herald went inside the bank through the air-vents, and took the money. Sadly, though, an old man was out on a walk and saw the two on the roof, and called the police. Henry, Herald, Daisy and Jale walked out of the bank, just to find thirty police officers. They were all arrested then and there.
Things turned out well in the end. They all escaped the prison they were held in (once again the power of unlocking all locks came in handy), and ran to the carriage. The family met the vampire on Monday morning at their meeting place (at the Floyd Lamb Park). The two dullahans begged that the vampire gave them more time. Herald told him what lengths they all went through to get the money. The vampire, at the end of the story, started to laugh. So much so, that he was doubled-over and was crying. After he regained himself, he said that they needn’t worry – that they didn’t have to give him the money or anything else. That the story was worth all of it.
Knowing the police would be on their tails, Henry, Herald, Daisy and Jale bid the vampire goodbye and thank you, and teleported out of Los Vegas as fast as they could, never to return again.

||▣| The Next Headless Horseman |▣||
❝ It’s going to be very awkward for me in the future, when people ask what I do for a living. ❞

Since Henry’s death and awakening, his father decided it was time to train him to become just like him; a killer of murderers. They trained for hours, making him stronger and faster. He never said anything to his father, but he didn’t want to be the next Headless Horseman. He didn’t want to kill people for a living. Yes, these people deserve worse, but he kept on thinking that he wouldn’t – couldn’t – do it.
But all of that doubt quickly changed.

||▣| The Secret Return of Bod Crane |▣||
❝ Karma comes to those who deserve it. ❞

After the death of the Headless Horseman’s son, Bod Crane eluded all the dullahans, assassins and police that came in his path, changing his killing-pattern along the way. He started to go after children....
Two months before coming to the Academy, Henry was once again in Florence. His father was out at a Hunt, and he was out on a midnight walk with Daisy until he noticed a man dragging to children into a black SUV. Suspicious, the horse and rider followed the man’s car into a nearby wood surrounding a lake. He stayed in the shadows and watched as the man got out of the car, axe in hand. Recognizing the man as Crane, Henry was struck with rage and attacked the man on sight.
Just as Henry raised his sword above his head to end the miserable, cowering man’s life, he found that he couldn’t. Crane saw the Dullahan’s weakness and started to taunt him with reminders of his murder, telling him that he’d never find his head ever again. That Henry was his muse for his recent pattern, and that he was going to kill the kids in the car just for him. Next thing either of them knew, a terrifying fight between boy and murderer ensued.
The heads of not only two children, but six, peeked out of the window to see what was happening. Daisy, not interfering with the fight, blocked the children’s view with her body.
Minutes later, Henry plunged his sword into Nick’s chest, killing him. He dragged the mangled body to the river and dumped it in.
Afterwards, he went straight to the car and freed not children inside. He guided them to Daisy, telling her to take them home. She gave a curt nod, and allowed them all to climb onto her back. The children asked what had happened to their kidnapper, and Henry simply told them that he scared him away. He also told them to never utter a word about what happened, or else. The children, the oldest being nine, had all heard there parents say “or else” and agreed not to tell a soul, not wanting to get into trouble. Daisy didn't trust them though, and a few nights afterwards she snuck into there houses with a forgetting potion in hand.
The horse set off to do her deed and Henry walked home, many bones broken, blood covering him, and a murderer.




❝I've been all around the world, seen everything you can imagine, but that doesn’t mean I've lived. That's the thing with people; they think they've lived, when they've only scratched the surface. ❞

[Jasmine]

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▪ : Herald Headless (Father)
About: Herald lived somewhere in the eighteenth-century and died at “some battle”. A cannonball shot his head clear off his shoulders. A Necromancer raised him back to life and for several years controlled him as her slave. Later on, he outwitted her in a game of cards and won his free will in return. But at this time, Herald was a bitter man. He made a deal with demons, and killed thousands of innocent lives. It was simple; he took what those people didn’t deserve and what he did. He took their heads. Finally coming to his senses, he stopped the useless on-slaughter and put his killing skills into good use by becoming the Headless Horseman.

▪ : Unknown Mother
About: Only thing known about her is that she and Herald met in Germany at one of her magic performances. They were soon married at a registry office. Herald refuses to give out any more information.

▪ : Jale (Herald’s horse)
About: Jale is a demonic mare, with a greyish-black coat, mane and tail and a white stripe down his muzzle. He is said to be very handsome, and Daisy has a huge crush on him.

▪ : Daisy
About: Daisy is Henry’s sassy but strict demon-horse. She has pitch-black mane, tail, and coat, and has blood-red eyes. When Henry was sent to the Academy, she insisted that she would not let her rider alone, and so she came with him. Her vessel is a tall, red haired woman who used to be a Hunter. For more information, click on this link.


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▪ : Orianna Tien Lark
About: Orianna is a half angel (officially called a Nephilim) that Henry met on the very first day at the Lake. Daisy was the one who insisted that her rider go off and talk to her, and so he did. They both became very close friends in the days that followed. When Orianna finally sided with the angels, it was clear they couldn’t be friends. But by that time, Henry had already started to harbour feelings for her. When they bumped into each other in the forest, he swore that he would never harm her, no matter what side she’s on.

▪ : Fredrick Black
About: Upon hearing about the war, and hearing about Fredrick and his deadly reputation, Henry rode off with Daisy to try and defeat him. But Black turned out to be a more fearsome fighter then he realized, and he nearly killed them both. He was only toying with them, so allowed them escape. The next time the two faced each other, it was in the forest with Orianna. He hit Henry with fire, stabbed Orianna, and demanded for some of her power. She gave it to him without question. Now Henry hates him with a burning passion.


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|▫Personality▫|
Little Lion Man by Munford & Sons
Old Pine by Ben Howard
Fireflies by Owl City

|▫Relationship with Orianna▫|
Undisclosed Desires by Muse
My Fault by Imagine Dragons
Crossfire by Brandon Flowers
All I Want Is You by Barry Louis Polisar 

|▫Leaving For the Academy▫|
It’s Time by Imagine Dragons

|▫Next Headless Horseman▫|
Viva La Vida by Coldplay

|▫Beheading▫|
Riverside by Agnes Obel

|▫Rivalry With Fredrick▫|
Seven Nation Army by the White Strypes

|▫Bond with Daisy▫|
Count on Me by Bruno Mars

|▫All Round Perfect Song▫|
Some Nights by Fun.







❝Run fast for your mother and fast for your father
Run for your children for your sisters and brothers
Leave all your love and your longing behind you
Can't carry it with you if you want to survive

The dog days are over
The dog days are gone
Can you hear the horses
'Cause here they come

The dog days are over
The dog days are gone
The horses are coming
So you better run. ❞

[tara, The Golden Heir]

ᴛʜᴇ ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ʜᴀs ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ғʀᴏᴍ ʏᴏᴜʀs ᴛʀᴜʟʏ, Tᴀʀᴀ Wᴏʟғᴘʀɪsᴍ.
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I'm a creature of light...

I'm a creature of destruction.

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{Nᴀᴍᴇ} Skyra Ryder
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"Soon, I'll be able to take you down!"
"I'd like to see you try."

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{Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ} Heterosexual
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They think I'm hidden...

But all along I've seen everything.

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{Zᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ Sɪɢɴ} Aries~ ♈
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{Sᴘᴇᴄɪᴇs} Golden Dragon
{ʀᴀɴᴋ} Heir to Queen

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Go ahead and stare...

I'll just stare right back.

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Hair: Skyra's hair is as dark as night once in contact with the element of water. Otherwise, it has various shades of black and brown, having a sheen that comes naturally from the sunlight. It's texture is very curly but depending how it dries, it could have a subtle flip. The strands feel like silk once brushed, which is rarely.

Eyes: Skyra's eyes are brown, a subtle lovely shade that looks innocent as can be. Albeit, if you see her in her element, there's a tinge of amber or dark emerald, reflecting her true personality. The beast within. Light or dark. Once she transforms, her eyes turn coal black, menacing, cold, and regal like her ancestry. Whenever there are heightened levels of emotion or power rise in her soul, the eyes take on a startling gold, as if the element had appeared.

Weight: HUMAN~115 lbs
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Height: HUMAN~5'7" Inches.
DRAKE~25 feet

Body Type:HUMAN~ Skyra is a slim figure with toned muscles, no doubt accomplished by fighting constantly under severe training.
DRAKE~ The dragon form is sleek, not at all what the usual dragon is. Not only is the form able for fighting, but for the speed of flight as well, with a wide wing span that stretches 12 feet. Her head seems to be in the shape of a crown, her skull contorting to an accessory that shows regal birth.

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Skyra's fashion is very peculiar when it comes to formal wear. Growing up, she's used to quality, silk for example. Due to her toned body and tan skin, she loves to wear element colors, gold especially. Reds look great as well. She strays from dark tones due to her skin, for they downplay her assets but it really does depend what she's wearing. The dragons at home prefer the dresses with some sort of corset, so Skyra has adapted it to her own as making it steel, so she has some sort of armor all the time.
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Skyra is a whole another story when it comes to the real world. Her style back home and here has only one difference, quality. The mundane world won't hold the treasures of clothing back at her home but she loves leather... to death. It's unusual to not see her in her street fighting clothes, for she doesn't care about looks, some royalty right? She believes as long as you can fight in it, it's suitable for the occasion. Leather jacket, leather boots, black flexible skinnies, you could make her day.
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"aѕнeѕ oғ wнaт υѕed тo вe.
ғly and ғall.
loѕт and ғree.
rυιnѕ, ғar aѕ can вe ѕeen.
вυrdened eyeѕ нave loѕт тнeιr gleaм."
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Dɪsᴛɪɴɢᴜɪsʜᴇᴅ Mᴀʀᴋɪɴɢs: Runes

Runes: Appearance of special, magically enhanced markings, are only featured on human form. The runes are not symbols but more connected, like a network of blood vessels. Coursing through the runes is her own made energy, which makes her differ from Golden Dragons, for she has bolder runes with more magic. They glow gold when she needs the extra energy or is using a special type of power such as healing or transforming.


Design on back, enlarged in proportion of course on her skin.

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I will do whatever it takes to protect my people.

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[tara, The Golden Heir]

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A princess?

I prefer warrior.

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{P ᴇ ʀ s ᴏ ɴ ᴀ ʟ ɪ ᴛ ʏ}

α ℓεα∂εя ιs αℓωαүs υη∂εяεsтιмαтε∂ αт ғιяsт

"Whether I like it or not, I was created to rule."

Skyra Ryder has one of the most powerful souls in her race. A factor is that she's the daughter of the Queen Dragon. Growing up, she has learned the qualities of a ruler. How to make sacrifices, be strategic, and to never let anyone get in her way. Albeit it's one thing to learn and another to put into effect. Her real test of character is when she is able to step up not only for her own kind but other supernaturals.

∂εcιsισηs ∂εcιsισηs

"Right and wrong, two sides of a coin."

Skyra has a strategic mind. If she acts a certain way, it's because of her subconscious making a decision. Unfortunately, her dark side motivates her within in her decision making. She may act naive and foolish until the last moment, where you only see the smugness in her eyes as she slits your throat. Skyra has a war within her unlike other Golden Dragons. She isn't suppose to have a dark side which makes her unpredictable.

үσυ αsкε∂ ғσя α вαттℓε...

"I'll give you a war."

Skyra has a rather fiery temper. Hardy har har. She isn't one to forget a mistake that you make. You make one wrong comment and her eye is totally on you. That's it, no good reputation. When she believes or wants something, she will get it through pure will. Nothing, and I mean nothing, will get in her way.

I feel like everything I've known is being put to the test.

ℓιαя, ℓιαя, ραηтs ση ғιяε

"Oh please, you're talking to a dragon."

Skyra shouldn't be a great liar except for two factors. Only royalty in the dragon race are allowed to really lie about major things and the dark side in Skyra only makes her lies better. Skyra is brutally honest once she gets to know you. Well, if you really know her. Skyra doesn't offer information about her or her kind, in fact, she tries to guard it with her life. When she is determined, you won't be able to see behind her façade.

ιs sтυввσяηηεss яεαℓℓү ηεcεssαяү?

"Depends, do you really have to question me?"

Skyra Ryder is the type of person who you would literally push the limits to break her stubborn decision. (Which has been proved if you talk to Sabine) This can cause her to reckless decisions for there is a spark of rebellion in her just waiting to flare. She is a powerful ruler but despite her strategic mind, the risk factor doesn't bother her. A flaw you could say.

∂ση'т тяυsт αηүσηε

"I have trust issues, got a problem?"

Skyra had a difficult time trusting others which proves to be her major flaw in the end. Even the ones closest to her, she can't give in for she has to protect her secrets for her people. This also goes into her factor of "love." It's hard for her to trust anyone, forget about caring! She can appear callous unless you are smart enough to sneak past her walls. Don't try to break them. She can't fall in love with someone who doesn't have nerves and can't deal with her. Her love interests are equals, not superiors.

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As the music vibrates through my bones,
And the notes play in my heart...
I can only listen to my soul...

And in the dark, it's calling to you.

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ʙ ᴀ ᴄ ᴋ s ᴛ ᴏ ʀ ʏ

Now enjoy the story of how Skyra Ryder came to be....

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I ᴡᴀsɴ'ᴛ ʙᴏʀɴ, I ᴡᴀs ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴇᴅ

Energy is all around us. While the Plats are off a different nature, we Golden Drakes are souls renewed over and over. Mine just happened to be... powerful... tainted... special. People don't know what to make of the unique darkness in it and while I try to cope, it makes me stand out even more. But back to the beginning. My soul is the former queen's. My mother, who is the current one, did expel her energy to call upon this soul of mine. Unlike previous times, I was born like a Platinum Dragon, a young child, an infant really. I wasn't born as an adolescent. I was the first and only of my species to have this quality.
With each second I grew, so did my power. My mother, who is should be calling, my Queen, had put a lock on my soul. For what I would never know. I never did anything wrong as a child except the one time I flew for an adventure with my wings. Child play really. Though it had occurred to her that now I knew how to fly, the dangerous powers lurking in me couldn't be risked being used without further information on them. So in other words, never. I never cried again after she punished me for the flight. A ruler wasn't to show any weakness. She had been correct.
After the lesson, I had succeeding in my studies of the past, learning that my soul had seen more then any of the books and tales I was told. Even now, they flash glimpses of the past in my mind, entertaining me in it's wonder. Still, I had a sense of longing, for someone to challenge me. I very soon was granted my wish.

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Tʜᴇ Pʟᴀᴛɪɴᴜᴍ Dʀᴀɢᴏɴs

Swim to the bank and then you're done for the day, Skyra's instructor Zayn had bribed her that if she crossed the large lake of water, which now seemed more like an ocean, she would have enough training for her daily toll. Skyra, who held her breath easily, had taken up the challenge, not seeing the hardship. Well, until she had reached the halfway point. The three suns of her realm were setting behind her, the waves pushing her back to them. Skyra had to resist though. Nothing was going to stand in her way to her goal. A while back, Skyra realized that her heavy armor would weigh her down in her dramatic swim, so she slipped it off, leaving her in a thin black slip against her natural tanned skin. Every stroke she preformed was precise and perfect under the hard, rolling waves. Aqua blue, so vibrate, was all around her, the fishes an array of colors. For a moment, Skyra felt like she was swimming against the world. The thrill gave satisfaction as her birth marked runes glowed gold in the aqua, the colors clashing as the fishes blurred under her. Albeit, it was she who had picked up the speed.

Instinct, a rather dark one, told her to stop immediately as she was only feet away from her goal. The glistening sand on the shore contrasted with a dark haired figure. Body still submerged in water, her eyes took in the figure's movements. Instantly, Skyra knew the male was injured. He had to be a dragon but... something dark in her stirred at the sight of him. Be meticulous, her mother had warned her many times in the past. Skyra wasn't one to disobey her mother. The punishment for her escapade had been enough to warn her of future decisions. Skyra's breathing was steady, light as a feather though as she took quiet strides in the water to keep herself afloat. Her hair, dark as the night approaching, fanned around her slender neck as she studied the figure. Skyra let the dragon senses in her reach out to sense the darkness that she felt before. Her hand immediately came up to her mouth in an astonished realization, a rather regal gesture for spying on a stranger. He's one of them. The Platinum Dragons. Everything she had been taught was to rule against their breed but there were also rumors of all sorts. They had a prince her age, many Plats were actually her age. As being the outsider of being born an infant, Skyra never had met another Drake that was such. Her eyes were cautious and callous as she watched her "enemy" settle on the floor.

It was then that Skyra met Almon. After learning each other's identities it was safe to say it was hate at first sight. Alas, there is a saying that there is a thin line between hate and love and that line is what is called friendship. Despite her efforts, there was something that drew the both of them together. Unbeknownst to them, their souls were attracted their matching power. He was the darkness that her soul lusted for, the strong ruler that she needed by her side. She was the light that would placate him but built him stronger. It wasn't their choice, it was their souls.

After that fateful day, they were to be friends. They visited each other often, sneaking out unable to help it. They were naturally drawn to each other. And so it will be... till Liviana and Serai, the Queens caught them. You could say that it was definitely a day not to forget...

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[tara, The Golden Heir]

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{B ᴀ ᴄ ᴋ s ᴛ ᴏ ʀ ʏ__ C ᴏ ɴ ᴛ ɪ ɴ ᴜ ᴇ ᴅ}

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Tʜᴇ Aᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋ

Skyra Ryder never saw it coming, no one did. It had been time when Skyra and Almon were caught by the Queens of both the Golden and Platinum Drakes. Surprisingly to both the heirs, there was no war but a sudden truce. While both were suspicious on what their mothers could have been planning, something shocking indeed, they had decided to announce it at a great ball held outside the dragon region. Skyra was elated and suspicious but content most of all.

I remember that night, as the soft grey fabric rested on my smooth skin. I was looking down at all peaceful faces, something I longed to see. I was dancing in some suitor's arms that night and though it was rather rude of me, I couldn't help but search the crowd for someone. He had promised to be there and later, he proved to be. Almon had found me, cutting in my awkward dance. Something felt reassuring and right about the way our hands and bodies molded as we danced. Alas, dancing wasn't the only thing on his mind. There had been a mischievous look in his eye as he pulled me to the garden, despite my protests. I hadn't known then he was setting to give me a gift. It was beautiful that night and I would never admit aloud but so was he. I knew he was attractive but never so intensely till then. He pulled something out of his pocket, a beautiful pendent with a dragon engraved. I turned as he put it on, so close to me that I couldn't breathe. The pendent had qualities that he later explained. I was speechless from everything he had done to make it. It was only right that I would listen to his important warning to never EVER take it off. There was something suspicious but for a reason, I trusted him then.
Then the attack started. A scream from the ballroom emerged, disturbing both of us. Immediately I rushed back only to be held back from my death. Almon saved me then and to stun me, he did the unimaginable. Without any hesitation, he set his lips upon my lips. I'm sure my emotions were betrayed by my pendant but something inside me knew that both of us felt something. I was confused and aroused and conflicted. My mother, surprising us, had come out, her dress torn from her fighting. There wasn't a scratch on her flawless features. As I stood there stunned, I heard I had to leave my home to the academy. I didn't want to but alas, Almon pulled me away. He probably was the only one who could've done so and manage my attacks on him. It was the last time I saw my mother.
The guards had been waiting on me to appear with Almon and I was escorted to the edge of the forest. I dare not let a tear fall from my face, I had to be strong. Yet I was afraid for my people, for Almon's people. The black shadow kept coming. Hunters followed us, seeing the two heirs. Almon immediately made my decision as he ordered the guards to continue the process with the letter. My soul felt torn completely as his sharp features fell out of sight. "Almon!" I never heard my voice so broken. Why had I cried for him? It was so unknown. I was alone.

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Skyra couldn't stay home after the Hunter attack. The headmistress, who has mysterious connections to all realms, had sent the letter of the safe haven to Skyra's mother. An argument broke out between the royal two but in the end, Skyra had to succumb to her mother's wishes. The Queen, Liviana, had wanted her daughter to go to the Supernatural Academy for her own safety. Skyra Ryder was then escorted there by hired shadows. The adventure in this drake's life had only just begun.
It all started with that one clash in the hallway. If she never met Sebastian, she wouldn't have led to the rest. Whether it was good or bad for the sake of everyone else is up to their own choosing. As Skyra encountered the rude demon, she had a glimpse at his secret notebook, full of information on species of all sorts. Fear had struck up in her, the attack from the Hunters still raw in her memory. Her paranoia only intensified when Sebastian had laid eyes on her mysterious control pendent. She evaded him to meet a demon girl, Askeli, who was unlike Sebastian, in the library. It was time to do a little research of her own as Skyra had looked up demons. Caught by her new acquaintance, she learns of the girl's species and only attracts Sebastian's attention more, since apparently, the library was his domain of study.
Going to the refuge of her dorm, just when Skyra thinks it's all over, another visitor comes and meets her for the day. The angel Samuel, who not only warns her about Sebastian, but threatens her to leave the demon alone. Not like she was going to do otherwise. Hearing everything, her roommate, meets her. It's then that Skyra is introduced to Sabine, soon to be one of the closest people as one can be to Skyra. Sabine was a banshee who was kind and benign. When she learns of Skyra's species, she isn't surprised about them. In fact, it was a surprise that their mothers met on a rare occasion. This was a bonding moment and only the start of many. Another humorous conversation that takes place is about Skyra teaching Sabine street smarts, where Skyra partially succeeded.
The following day had just proved to be eventful as her first. Skyra risks a correspondence of begging to go home to her mother, where she could help her people. In the response, Liviana rejects and instead orders her to do whatever the others are doing there to blend in, including going to a winter ball. As if her last ball experience wasn't good enough, hardy har har. There, a lower common dragon becomes foolish in flying over the castle. Skyra, being the powerful being she is, slowly commands her kin to get down.
Sebastian cuts in on a dance between her and a mischievous player in order to negotiate a deal, even when he was drained and his host dying. There, Sebastian "asks" her to tell him everything she knows of Askeli. Skyra baits him with certain info and then, thanks to some stupid idiot who spiked the punch, she makes a deal that if she sees the journal, she'll tell him more. After giving her half of the deal, she speed reads the journal, adsorbing all the information Sebastian had took whoever knows how much time to write. Except, Sebastian was smart in taking out information of himself.
In the same night, she goes to the library to burn all the books about her kind. Skyra was so drunk that when she saw Sebastian's old host's body, she thought good riddance. Sebastian sneaks up on her with his new host and quickly gives away his new face, after learning about her motives. It's there that Skyra first hears the name Fredrick.
After burning the books, Skyra returns to the dorm in her dress to see and comfort Sabine from a nightmare. Skyra goes into the bathroom and is yet again confronted by Sebastian... when she's in her freaking night gown. Privacy Sebastian. Get it straight. He threatens her (yet again, becoming a habit) and leaves her shaking. Hence "Sebra" was created.
Tesir, one of Skyra's main enemies suddenly makes his entrance, first in her mind conversations. Skyra is only annoyed at first, not realizing it was dangerous for her to talk to this very demon. Tesir suggests that Skyra work with Sebastian to attack Fredrick, a enemy of his own. Basically, Tesir was trying to use Skyra as the weapon her soul naturally is.
Sabine doesn't help after finally meeting Sebastian for the first time. With the headache Tesir supplies, Skyra is forced to tell Sabine to shut it. Suddenly, a vampire named Aphrodite gets mysteriously injured and Skyra wastes no time healing the girl without showing what she was.
Time leads her to witness Sebastian get his soul ripped out from this mysterious Fredrick. Skyra was being reckless in fighting back with Fredrick. Not exactly the best first impression some girl wants to make, am I right ladies? Now I'm just gonna skip over blood and gore and we can all pretend Skyra won easy. (Total lie but yup)
For three days, Skyra hadn't shifted and when you have that energy inside of you and a pounding headache to add to it, there's no helping the time to break out. Skyra escapes the forest just in time for only Sabine to see her true form, a radiate dragon. The rest is a blackout till Skyra awakes in her dorm bedroom.
JUST FOR ANOTHER SURPRISE CRASH from our darling Sebastian. Fredrick walks in and does whoever knows what, Skyra wasn't really paying attention, let alone saw him. Coincidentally Tesir shows up in a strange form. A fight erupts between the two leaving half the dorm a mess which will fix up itself and half a mess of Skyra, which also will fix up naturally. Sebastian, in the end, crashes the night with Skyra, deciding to use her TV for some strange marathon since demons can't sleep. Skyra isn't jazzed. In an attempt to make her calm down, Sebastian finds another big weakness for her. She can't handle human form intimacy, especially from him.
In the morning, the three pack up. For what you may ask? They wanted to go on a little camping trip!
Just kidding. They are there to formulate a plan. Sebastian and Skyra unknowingly bond through a exchange of information which was cut short thanks to Tesir and his storm. Tesir uses that instant to literally plug himself into Skyra's power source as an attempt to enslave her. Thinking he could save them, Sebastian transport them back to the school in his dorm where Tesir only just injures Skyra on the inside. Sebastian reluctantly calls Sam to save her. Unfortunately, the only person who could is dear, sweet, psycho Freddie. Fredrick forces information after healing Skyra out of the three, attacking one of Skyra's flaws by injuring her friend Sabine. A raw truce is made until Darkness shows up for a nice family reunion.
I wish.
This confrontation only increases Skyra's lack of trust in Fredrick and leads to a full out transformation to fly Sebastian and Sabine out of there! Fredrick follows along and as always, Sebastian gets in the way by being captured. This blackmail is what forces to Skyra to transform back to a human form roughly, for her pendent disappeared mysteriously... hint hint. Keep that in mind.
Drained and tired, the lot of them, Fredrick makes a camping site that they all rest where Skyra, unintentionally, lays with Sebastian for his heat to heal her in the tent. A bonding moment and no doubt a big "Sebra" moment you could say. This is also when she realizes that her subconscious does trust him but she doesn't want to face this head on.
And THAT is where we left off my folks.

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[tara, The Golden Heir]

ⓟⓐⓡⓣ ♗

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♬ ⓟⓛⓐⓨⓛⓘⓢⓣ ♬

Overall History:

What if the Storm Ends? ~Snow Patrol

Skyra's Coming To The Academy:

Full Moon ~The Black Ghosts

Tesir In Skyra's Dark Conscious:

Hearing Damage ~Thorn Yorke

Overall Personality:

Night of the Hunter ~30 Seconds To Mars

Skyra's Emotional Journey:

Underground ~Avril Lavigne

Skyra, Tesir, and Fredrick's Rivalry:

Eyes On Fire ~Blue Foundation

Overall "Sebra":

By The Rules ~Adam Lambert

Vulnerability Within "Sebra":

Underneath ~Adam Lambert

(view spoiler)[ Warning, Sebra fans will cry. (hide spoiler)]


Skyra and Sabine's Friendship:

My Same ~Adele

Samuel's Warning To Skyra and Her Sins:

A Thousand Angels ~Rachel Macwhriter

Skyra Teaching How To Fight:

Ruler and The Killer ~Kid Cudi

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"What have I taught you about family?"
"That our strongest bond is blood when we are born...

And our soulmate when we fade."

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{Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ}

Mother: Liviana Ryder
Father: Information Classified
Siblings: None

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{Pᴏᴡᴇʀs}

✔ тяαηsғσямαтιση
~This is most about her ability to change into her true form, a golden dragon, from a disguise of a mundane. This also comes with the ability to communicate with her species both ways, since each species has it's own language.

✔ α нεαℓιηg ℓιgнт
~Skyra is a golden dragon, hence this power is to be the next powerful. This includes healing and telepathy, gifts that angels have since they are a light source.

✔ α ∂αηgεяσυs ∂αякηεss
~ Skyra is rare and this is why. The darkness inside of her continues to grow which leads her power to grow. This includes the element of fire and enhanced skills of fighting. Most dark traits are expressed through personality.

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I love books, but I love watching the past in my soul even more

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{Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs}

✗ тяυsтιηg ιs ∂εℓεтεяισυs
~ This belief is expressed in her personality, I don't believe I have to say it twice.

✗ sυяρяιsεs sυяρяιsεs
~ It's one thing to go to a new school as a change and it's another to be thrown into a war. One of Skyra's main weaknesses is that she doesn't know how to handle this sort of situation in the realm she currently is in. She usually recovers though this is just another temporary weakness.

✗ тнε ∂αяк sι∂ε
~ Though not clearly expressed till present, as we move deeper, you'll see Skyra's inner struggle in keeping her dark side within and not let it influence her decision making. It's this weakness that could destroy the people she cares about and her kind if she's not careful with control.

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{мιscεℓℓαηισυs}

☯ Skyra... when in human form, has a dagger hidden in her boot and is quite skilled with it.

☯Skyra... can grow her wings or claws when human in a sort of halfway point of transformation

☯Skyra... usually depends on a control pendent given to her by someone close to her. It's never been loss until she came to the academy

☯Skyra... knows much information on other species then she lets on.

☯Skyra... has an ego :D

A Wolfprism Template~

[Drax]

Name: Nagrom Dragomn

Age: 18

Type: Dragon

Appearance:

Human:
As a human, Nagrom is an attractive black-haired male. His features are well defined, he is very tall, and he is lean. In addition, Nagrom's build may be slightly skinny, but the muscle is definitely there, and is harder than DIAMOND. You may think that I'm exaggerating, but I am not(well, maybe a little bit). He has been training since birth, so naturally, he is strong.

Dragon:
You may think Nagrom to be one of the lesser dragons in this picture, but no, he is the largest. As a Titan dragon, Nagrom is much larger than any other race of dragons, and while slower than some, he is more heavily armored and is more physically powerful. The Titan dragons are the guardian race of the Platinum dragons, and are built to protect them. He also is NOT disproportionate, i.e. smaller wings, so he has no trouble flying. To give another example of his size, fully grown Titan dragons that have no master often masquerade as mountains while they hibernate.

Grade: 12th

Personality: Nagrom is a steadfast, loyal being, as he has been raised to be. Even though he has moments where is a normal young adult, he takes his duty the most seriously, and will do anything to uphold it. The only thing that could possibly get in the way is his individuality, which causes him to covet those with commodities, such as love and other emotions that he is supposed to be cut off from. He likes to feel alive, to say the least. He's also incredibly intelligent, so he knows how to talk circles around people, which makes it a pain to keep him trapped somewhere by outsmarting him, as well. Since he's a prince, he must be the best, after all.

Family: Omnipotentenia, the all dragon and king guardian(father)

History: From birth, Nagrom has been taught how to protect. In his childhood, the days were spent with endless drilling. Fighting, tactics, skill, diplomacy, and logic were all compiled and practically injected into him. He knows the weak points of nearly every enemy of his master, dragon or not. Even in his human form, he's formidable.

Nagrom sees his master, Almon, as his lord and his friend. He hopes only for respect from him and, naturally, gives nothing but respect to him, at the moment. He would give his life for Almon and then some. He was raised like so, after all.

He has a long, not fully healed cut along his chest that makes it extremely painful and difficult to shift into his dragon state, which is a pain, since only a portion of his strength is available in his human form. And now to present day, it seems.

Powers:
Shadow: The power to breathe a high powered blast of shadow, generate darkness from his body, and use it to attack.
Light: The power to breathe a concentrated laser, generate light, and generally use it to attack.
Fire: Breath: A large, swirling blast of flame
Iron: Breath: A swirling wave of sharp metal filaments to rip the target to pieces. NOTE: "Iron" is being used as a placeholder for "nearly all metals."
Lightning: Breath: Blast of electric energy capable of incineration.
Wind: Breath: A tornado of air that has varied possibilities.
Earth: Breath: A swirling mass of stones and crystals, with varied effects.
Water: Breath: A wave of high pressure water.
Note: It takes a short period of time to switch between elements, which leaves him vulnerable to attack.

Crush:

NOTE: Theme Songs!

Battle(Fire): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RZGP9J...

Battle(Ice and Water): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LnRI1V...

Battle(Shadow): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WmYaMl...

Battle(Light): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IS0d3C...

Battle(Iron): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zyq9Al...

Battle(Wind): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jbtFsw...

Battle(Earth): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LWsM5S...

Battle(Lightning): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8de2pw...

Berserk: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1bz2NQ...

Nagrom: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2BZUzJ...

[ʝσʂιҽ]

Name: Ellery Lampt. Everyone calls her Elle. Her names means joyful and happy, although sometimes she can be very solemn.

Age: 16, born on January 1 at the stroke of New Year's midnight.

Type: Ghost. She had died (more in the history section) at the age of sixteen and is stuck there forever. She looks like any normal human, but can make her bottom half dissipate into air or turn invisible at any given moment. But as a phantom, already in death, everything pains her. She had died by a knife wound in her chest, and it hurts her everyday with every breath she takes. She has a fear of knives also and shudders at the thought of holding one.

Appearance:

Head- Elle has hair the color of mud and honey mixed together, a sort of soft amber. It is parted on the side with side bangs and layers. It usually lays on her shoulders unless she pulls it back for gym. She never felt the need to style it in any way. Her eyes are a grayish blue, like the sky before a storm. Whenever she made her body dissipate, the pupil disappeared and the coloring would seem cruelly gray. Her cheekbones are high and angular. Her nose is long and sloping. Elle's smile, though, is what she considers her best feature. Her top lip is barely visible when she smiles, but the bottom lip is full. Her teeth are very straight thanks to years of braces.
Body- Elle considers herself average. She is slim, but not bone skinny. Her skin is luminously pale and now she can never fix it with a tan at the beach. She has long nimble fingers that can work their way with a paintbrush. She is 5' 10" and weighs 127 pounds. She has long legs and feet she calls big, size ten in woman's. Her style revolve around solid colors paired with various prints. Nothing too bright or flashy- she values her white jeans!

Grade: 11th

Personality: Elle is very bubbly and eccentric. She wears a smile with pride and laughs like a hyena. She had many friends but didn't consider herself popular because the people that do often get on her nerves. She stuck with her friends as if for safety, a follower instead of a leader. Her joyful persona dimishes, though, if something makes her angry. She is dramatic and known for holding grudges. She can lash out with the best comebacks you've ever heard, but she only does it once in a while. Otherwise, she is kind and giving, a person most people want to know. Elle is very witty and can get a good laugh out of almost everyone.

Family: Elle had a mother, father, and twin sisters. Her mother looks exactly like Elle, but older and more plump. She has crows feet on her eyes from grinning and is 5' 9". Her father has plain brown hair and grass green eyes. He very tall- 6'6"- and slender. He wears glasses most of the time, and Elle teases him for trying to be Harry Potter. Her twin sisters, Izzy and Layla, are identical with blonde hair and green eyes. They are mischievous ten-year-olds with an attitude. They liked to cause Elle as much trouble as possible.

History: Elle grew up in suburbs in Massachusetts. She went to school there, played sports there, and made friends there. She was ordinary. She was in Drama Club and played many lead roles such as Annie and Belle. Her singing voice and acting skills were phenomenal, but she really liked art. Drawing and painting were her favorite things in the world. A lot of her friends enjoyed it, too, and they would go to art classes and camps together. Her favorite thing to draw were angels. Their beauty, their darkness, their defiance, their mystery. It was captivating to her. As a junior, her last class was art. One day, she drew an angel with black, sloping wings. It soared through the air, toward the heavens. She turned it into the teacher when the bell rang, and headed to her locker. A pack of friends were waiting there, giggling. "What is it?" She asked, laughing at their excitement.
"Bryce was staring at you in art class, today," Stevie giggled out, "and we think he likes you!" This was followed by many laughs and squeals. Elle had like him for all of high school, but never had the nerve to ask him out. She started laughing with them as she packed her bag.
"Do you think he'll ask you out?" Sarah asked.
"Maybe," Elle replied, "if I'm lucky." After a few more questions and laughs, they said their good-byes. Elle dug her car keys out of her pocket and clambered into her car. She drove home, singing along to the radio. When she reached her house and parked her car, she unlocked the door and went straight to the fridge. School always left her starving. A note was attached telling her to pick up Izzy and Layla at five from basketball while her parents were at work. She pulled out a cup of Greek yogurt and sat on the couch. With the TV turned on, she relaxed into the couch and ate her yogurt. The last episode of "Sherlock" was on. About and hour and half later, there was banging at the door. Scuffling and scratching. The doorknob wriggled. Another bang, the door swung open. Elle sat straight up. Her mind was racing and she reached for her phone to call the police. The man that broke through the door ran through hall pulling a knife out. Right when she finished dialing, the TV was showing Sherlock dropping his phone. The man grabbed hold of her and threw her to the ground. She screamed as he stuck the blade through her chest. Her mind started swirling. Everything was becoming blurry and surreal. Pain in her heart was overwhelming. And then it all stopped. Everything was white. She could hear herself mumbling the words "not today. Lord, please, not today". An even louder voice boomed "As you wish, my child". For moments, she heard every whisper. Every wings beat of a butterly. She felt every thump of a leaf hitting the ground and smelt every flower in the world. After a moment's pass, though, she sat up. She would never finish that episode or that yogurt. She would never date Bryce. She would never pick up her sisters. Her chest was sore and she knew. She knew she was dead.

Powers: Elle can turn invisible in times of need and can pass through walls. However, she has big fears of knives. She will have a total meltdown if she comes near one.

(My apologies for any religious offense or gruesomeness. I can edit in pictures if you want also!)

[Jenna ⭐]

Ellery Lampt | Approved

[Holt]

[ Warning: This is my first ever character template that looks like this. I'm sorry if it is terrible, because it's just a tryout. Thanks for looking ]








Name: Kasai Yo-Yoji {He prefers to be called Yoji}
[ Kasai means Fire in Japanese. ]

Age: 18

Type: Elemental (Fire)

Grade: 13

Appearance: (view spoiler)[ (hide spoiler)]

Personality: Kasai is pretty normal when it comes to personality. He is just plain.. normal. He has a great sense of humour and he is also kind. If there is an awkward or tense moment he will possibly make light of it. He also is very optimistic, and very fun to be with. He may fool around, but when it comes to battle his mind clicks to remembering what his opponent's moves are, and he gets used to them and he can win against them.

History:Yoji grew up in Japan, where he lived a normal life till that day when on the way to his martial arts class his hand lit on fire. Taking a good view of this situation as usual, Yoji walked back home to show his parents. He expected them to be impressed and at least try to get used to it, but no. They yelled at him and called him a freak, and then afterwards they disowned him. They practically kicked him out of the house and slammed the door shut. Yoji felt a feeling of hatred towards his family except his younger brother, who he cared for more than anything in the world. He managed to survive on his own, as a lonely Japanese boy till one day when he was walking around aimlessly a letter fluttered down in front of him. The boy picked it up and read it, then after seeing the instructions he burned the letter up then set for the academy. He still has something practically burned in his mind; the faces of his family members when they found out his powers. He can never forget their expressions and it doesn't exactly haunt him, but he cannot get rid of the memory, no matter how hard he tries.

Crush/Relationship: None

Family:
Haru Yoji ~ Younger Brother
Takane Yoji ~ Father
Sakura Yoji ~ Mother

Other: His flames come in different colours.

Orange: Cosy warmth, but still can get too hot
Green: Hotter than the red fire, between the white fire and blue fire.
Red: Moderately hot, still hot though.
Blue: Almost the extreme hot.
White: The most excruciatingly painful fire.

He usually uses a mix of both Red and White fire.


Power: Yoji can do anything fire related, for example, creating a fireball, making fire tornadoes, etc.

[Demon Dragon]

Name: Draco Mortem

Age: 16

Type: part dragon, part wizard, and the only child of Chaos

Grade: 10th

Human Appearance: pale skinned with hair darker than a cloudy moonless night. His eyes are silver with golden pupils with pupils long a vertical like cats. He has a scar across his throat and claw scars on his well-muscled chest. About six and a half feet tall.
Dragon Appearance: it is black with an iridescent glow. It stands easily 80ft at the shoulder with an extra 30ft of head and neck and is 160ft from snout tip to tail tip. Its eyes are silver with golden pupils and are filled a madness and pain like none other. Has a throat and chest scars like his human self. Has long flowing fins on tail and spikes on giant wings. Its muscles bulge, bunch, ripple, and shiver beneath its hide uncontrollably, as if many things are moving under its skin. Has long flowing fins on tail that are very tough.
Human-dragon hybrid appearance: Combination of the two only without the madness of the dragon. Eyes are the same. Stands about nine and a half feet tall.

Personality: rude with a sarcastic streak as wide and deep as any ocean. He is secretly a kind hearted if hardheaded person. Loyal to his friends no matter what. Merciless to enemies and friends alike.

History: when born his family was instantly killed by Chaos, payment for forcing it to impregnate Draco’s mother. He was found by a family who heard his screaming and for five years he stayed with them until Death came and introduced him to the supernatural world. Six years later he accidentally kills one of his friends trying to defend himself and later tries to kill himself with a magic knife. He found out though that a deal had been made with Death, that one member of his family each generation would survive and recover from seven death blows. The throat cut was his second, his first being when Chaos tried to kill him as a baby. Draco then started training with other supernatural beings, and forgot about everything except getting stronger. Then a vampire attacks and drains him on his fourteenth birthday, he recovers and kills the vampire but he is forever changed. Two years later he receives a letter and after showing it to his mentor he leaves for learning and experience he missed for so long.

Crush/Relationship: none yet.

Family: none alive, all died when his mother gave birth to him.

Other: he has a familiar/friend/pet/assistant/weapon and more named Fred (description below). He distrusts most supernatural but mostly vampires and angels. Angels despise him while beings of darkness and such adore him. Humans are uncomfortable around him as are hybrids.

Strengths as human: able to control powerful magic, able to influence chaotic events when experiencing extreme emotion or feeling certain kinds of pain, able to change to dragon form or hybrid from. Mind is the strongest.
Weaknesses as human: changing is highly painful and is nearly impossible to use magic for healing or creating. Not as physically strong as others but stronger than any human.
Strengths as dragon: chaotic influence is strongest and physically strongest.
Weaknesses as dragon: not very bright and can only destroy. Unable to use magic except for a destructive breath of pure chaos.
Strengths as hybrid: stronger than human and more stable than dragon. Magic is strongest.
Weaknesses as hybrid: angels hate this form above all else and is driven by some unknown need to be complete once more.
(Fred description): Fred is a ten thousand year old spirit of knowledge and is one of Draco’s few friends. Able to turn to a sword. Is black as obsidian with golden eyes. Stands about as big as a large cat. Is dirty minded and perverted to the extreme but is loyal and mostly is joking and teasing. Repeatedly tries to get Draco laid without results, including a failure involving three succubus and another with nymphs.

(if anything shouldn't or should be there tell me please, i don't want a bad character (written))

[Lana]

Name:Lana Cher Isac

Age:18

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

Grade:Senior

Appearance:Profile Pic

Personality:I'm actually quite nice considering I'm from the underworld. But don't get on my bad side, things will get ugly

History:Nothing really

Crush/Relationship:My crush? Cyril Valentino, Yep, I do have a crush on him.

Family: My younger (8) brother Derek,My other sister (15)Nina, and my mom and dad.

Other:Nothing really

Power:I can fight, really well, I'm a little strong too

[ŦƛƔö]

Name: William Four Silverwood

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Age: 18

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Type: Hybrid of a Sorcerer, Wizard, and Elf

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Grade: Finished With school but goes to any class he wishes


Appearance: About 6 feet tall he has Golden blond hair Perfect smile and straight teeth that are blinding white, strong build, muscular, angled face with strong cheekbones and pointed ears but covers them them up with magic. He has a a perfect tan from playing sports in the sun and eyes that change depending on his mood.

Eyes: Change depending on his Mood

Red: Angry

Blue: Calm

Green: Ready for Action

Silver: Hates you

Bright Gold: Happy

Neon: Likes You, Rare Color

Height: 6 Feet






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Personality: Will is caring for his friends and is also kind to everybody and loves competition especially someone who gives him a challenge and he hates losing but he has good sportsmanship. Will is also polite and helpful but stubborn unless it's a girl, he also loves music and he also gets way too sidetracked, he loves using his powers for jokes and messes with lot of people but in all hes a great guy

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History: Grew up as a regular kid then when he turned Eight his powers started showing and he experimented with them every day making them stronger but he never told them that he had them but for some reason he always had the feeling that His parents knew he had them and at age 11 he developed telekinesis allowing him to get even into more trouble then he was at school. By Age 15 he had mastered them and finished school for being extremely smart, After Finishing High school he left for college but at sophomore year in college he was already feeling done with school So he left and returned home only to figure out his Parents had moved. With no letter or anything to give him a clue where his parents went he cast a spell that told him the whereabouts of the last people who lived in the house. once he found there whereabouts he headed off for address where his parents lived but only to arrive there and not be able to enter the premises, but only to find a letter on the edge of the property that was addressed to him he opened it and only to find another address on the letter and with nothing else to do he went to the letters address by following the instructions on the letter and found a huge academy with people like him, people who could use magic.

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Crush/Relationship: Open

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Family:

Father: Whereabouts Unknown

Mother: Whereabouts Unknown

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Other:

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Power: Enhanced Senses and Abilities, Magic and Telekinesis

Enhanced Senses: Allowing Him Super Strength, Speed, Smell, Sight, Touch, and Hearing

Magic: Allowing him Control over the Elements Mainly and some Minor Abilities

I: Fire: Allowing him to Summon fire and able to bend it to his will also allowing him to be completely immune to it and use it as a weapon.

II:Water: Allowing Him to bend any water source to his will and use it as a shield or weapon

III: Air: allowing to use the air currents around him and be able to push his enemies back

IV: Earth: allowing him to shift the earth beneath him and lift small Rocks/Boulders

V: Minor Abilities: Allowing Him to Teleport items smaller then him to anyplace within 300 feet of him, Able to cast a spell that turns him invisible for 10 minutes, Allowing him to teleport anywhere he can see, able to change his appearance slightly, and able to speak to animals.

Telekinesis: Allowing him to be able to Move and block things with his mind

[Jenna ⭐]

Tavotree, before you're accepted, could you please add more to the appearance and history? If you could, it would be nice if you could add about three or four more sentences to the appearance section. For the history, something needs to be included. You could tell us about his upbringing, his teenage years, any number of things. It can be unknown to the other characters, just not to the members of the group. As for everything else, I'm a little confused on his powers. Are all the things you listed enhanced senses? If so, I have to let you know that powers are restricted to three per character so that it is not overpowered. Those are pretty much the important rules power-wise. Oh! I also have a question on his heritage. Is he a hyrbrid? It might be good to say that in the 'type' section and then describe what he is a mix of. Everything else looks good though :) Especially him because he's really attractive XD

[Jasmine]

A HELEN PRODUCTION.
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Those Who have Helped Me:
~ Jenny, who first taught me how to create templates, and for being a great partner-in-crime.
~ Tara, for inspiring the Playlist part of the template.

FIRST POSTED ON: Apr 10, 2013. (hide spoiler)]

Part I



❝I am a Banshee, a sign of death,
Who brings about, the very last breath,
I only appear to a select few,
To whom a slow death, is long overdue,
Day and night i scream and scream,
Until your mind falls apart, at its seems,
O come oly for those who have lived live so bad,
Those who have made many people sad,
To your mind i'll bring terrible pain,
You have no hope of staying sane,
Soon you'll realise what you've done and cry,
By then however, you've not long till you die.❞


||▣|Full Name|▣|| Sabine Southwind
|▫Nickname▫| Bine, Sab.
|▫Sabine▫| Sabine means "woman of the Sabine people", the Italian tribe from which, according to legend, the ancient Romans kidnapped their wives-to-be in order to populate their newly-founded city. It is the French and German form of Sabina.
|▫Southwind▫| a wind from the south. Air moving (sometimes with considerable force) from an area of high pressure to an area of low pressure; "trees bent under the fierce winds"; "when there is no wind, row"; "the radioactivity was being swept upwards by the air current and out into the atmosphere".

||▣|Age |▣|| 16
||▣|Date of Birth|▣|| April, 21st
|▫Place of Birth▫| Cork city, Co. Cork, Ireland.
|▫ Astrological Sign/Zodiac Sign▫| Taurus


||▣|Gender |▣|| Female.
|▫Sexuality ▫| Heterosexual.
|▫Relationship Status ▫| Single – but is currently not looking for a relationship.

||▣|Species |▣|| Banshee
Usually seen as an omen of death. Can scream incredibly loudly and horrifyingly, though some have reported to have heard eerie singing or softer wailing, rather than the aforementioned shrieking.
'Banshee' comes from the Gaelic 'Bean Sidhe' (Bean Sí - Irish). The Banshee is also known to wash the bloodstains from clothes, an omen of death. Banshees are seen in two forms. A young, beautiful woman (also known as their human form), or a extremely tall, shockingly thin, and sickly woman with fang-like teeth and clawed-hands. Banshees are frequently described as dressed in white or grey, often having long, pale hair which they brush with a silver comb.
Usually seen in Scotland and Ireland, a Banshee is a female spirit. When it screams, it means where ever it screams, someone who hears it or someone they know is going to die. An eerie feeling can be felt when it screams as well. It is believed that some Banshees are cannibals and feast on their prey – normally after mating. Like a black widow of sorts; they normally eat the male.
||▣|Powers|▣||
• |▫ The world Does Not End with a Bang nor a Whimper; it Ends with a Scream▫| A Banshee’s scream can be heard for miles away, and is very hard on the ears, causing deafness most of the time. Sabine’s scream is quite strong – strong enough to break any glass around her, or even knock someone off their feet.
• |▫ Polly wanna Cracker? ▫| The power of mimicking comes naturally to Sabine. She can mimic all that she hears (with some practice, mind you), including animals sounds, human voices/accents, and noises.


❝See? And you thought I was dorky. The truth is that I’m possibly the coolest person you know. I ooze funkiness, and style, and – OH MY GOD SOMEONE’S PLAYING CHESS! Can I play, too?!❞


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|▫Face ▫| Sabine is blessed with a beautiful features. Tear-drop shaped face, and smooth pale white skin. Broad forehead, full lips, dainty noise and chin, high cheek-bones and ridiculously perfect eyebrows.
|▫Hair ▫| She has a nickname for her hair; “the Mane”. It’s an almost-white mass of tumbling curls. And there is a lot of it. May people at her old school said that they could hid things inside of it. Sadly, it gets bigger and frizzier in hot conditions.
|▫Eyes ▫| It’s quite confusing to know Sabine’s exact eye colour. There are sprinkles of brown, green, and blue around the iris, but mainly they are grey. They are medium sized and almond-shaped.
|▫Weight & Hieght ▫| 5’4. Yeah, she’s a tiny girl. But hey, she grows taller than everyone else in her Banshee form (6’9!), so she’s not bitter. 130 pounds. A pretty light weight for a girl her size.
|▫Body Type ▫| This tiny Irish lass has a lot going on for her when it comes to her body. Nice and lean without being too skinny, elegant hands and feet, and slight shoulders and hips – giving her an hourglass figure.
|▫Distinguished Markings ▫| A cyrcler scar on her right shoulder when she was once shot by hunters.
|▫Fashion Style ▫| Sabine has a particular sense of fashion. She likes to be comfortable. To intensify her white hair and pale skin, you normally see her wearing a white t-shirt of sweater with denim jeans and brown boots. During her second day at the Academy, she stole a trench coat off the back of a chair, thinking she would need it more than its owner. She said she’d give it back (…eventually). Now she wears the coat everywhere she can. Keeping her hair off her face is a colourful scarf carefully tied around her hair. Sabine used to wear outrageous eye-makeup to show her quirkiness, but now-a-days she barely anytime to breathe let alone put mascara on, so that little habit has died down a little.
|▫Banshee Form ▫| Sabine turns from her human form to her true Banshee form willingly. When she does, she stretches to a towering 6’9, her face seems to lengthen, her teeth become razor sharp, and her figures are as sharp and as long as spider legs. Banshees are known to eat the male in this form. She has complete control of her actions and her transformation dose not hurt her.



❝Smile; it confuses people.❞


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To describe Sabine’s personality, is like describing the personality of a cartoon character. The best word to describe her is “comical”. She’s fun loving and hyperactive with a happy-go-lucky personality. She is an extremely determined person, and will often stop at nothing to accomplish a task. Sometimes, though, she shows her devious side when coming up with a plan or breaking a rule for the greater good.
Sabine is very kind-hearted and innocent, and very rarely acts openly mean to anyone, even her enemies (okay – she MAY give her enemies a funny look, but that’s it). She is a very selfless and loyal person, especially towards those close to her. But upon getting to know you, she might seem a little cold or socially awkward. Her quirky sense of humor and comical ways would be considered "weird" unless you knew her.

||▣|Likes|▣||
• |▫ Puzzles ▫| For some reason, Sabine has a fascination with jig-saw puzzles. She could spend hours doing them, and becomes fixated with it. She has many boxes of them smuggled in her dorm room, unknowing to Skyra (roommate).
• |▫ Asking Questions ▫| Since Sabine doesn’t like to talk about herself, she normally asks people a lot of things about themselves. Her questions can be very personal, but she seems not to be fazed by that. She just... wants’ to get to know you in every way possible.
• |▫ TV Shows ▫| There is something about comparing someone’s answers on a quiz show for money and prizes, that liven ups Sabine’s life. She also has a soft spot for cookery shows (especially a certain cake-show with a strange and wacky name) even though she can’t cook. But her obsessions lie with BBC’s Sherlock.
• |▫ Sherlock Altogether ▫| Don’t mock Sabine’s fandom for everything Sherlock Holmes. She idolizes the man (as well as the author of the original series), and even has compared Skyra to Dr. Watson.

||▣|Dislikes|▣||
• |▫ Being Kept in the Dark▫| Since Sabine likes to ask questions, she hates it when someone doesn’t tell her the truth or answer her questions. It just bugs her for some reason, even though she doesn’t answer the same questions back. She’s just complicated like that.
• |▫Talking about Herself ▫| Whenever someone asks personal questions about herself, she normally tells them to mind their own business.
• |▫ Interrupting Sleep and Hunger ▫| If there’s one thing that Sabine can’t live without, it’s sleep. She can sleep all day and all night if she wants to. Legend has it that she slept for an entire week once. (Obviously she was very hungry when she woke up.) So if you wake her up, you might get a growl or a bite in return. Sabine also has quite a large appetite, but that’s mainly because she’s a banshee. So, if she goes after long periods of time without eating, she gets very cranky.


❝You know they say; if you make one friend on your first day of school, you'll do good. So far I’ve made two. I guess I’m doing more than “good” then. ❞

[Jasmine]

Part II


S K I L L S:

||▣|Strengths|▣||
• |▫ Remembering ▫| She claims she has an almost photographic memory; the “almost” is because there are times when she forgets everything for a short period.
• |▫ Puzzles ▫| Puzzles are her passion, and she is very good at them. She claims to be able to finish a thousand piece puzzle in under three hours.
• |▫ Hardworking ▫| Her stubbornness makes her an especially hard worker. She will work with something until she is finished, even if it kills her.

||▣|Weaknesses|▣||
• |▫ Awkward ▫| Not having any friends growing up, Sabine is very socially awkward and isolated, making her difficult to talk to. Her trust in people is very limited, and is uneasy in crowds.
• |▫Hunters▫| Her fear of Hunters is unimaginable. If she ever does face one, she will more than likely freeze or flee. She has many nightmares about Hunters killing her and her family, and no one coming to help her.
• |▫ Cooking ▫| Ask her to cook, and you might as well be asking a wall. She can’t. She has claimed many times that she “burn cereal” but never tells how (to save her dignity).

||▣|Weapons |▣||
• |▫ Dagger ▫| A small blade that is always hidden inside her boot. This is her first weapon. She has compared it countless times to a butter knife, due to it being so small.
• |▫ Cane ▫| A seemingly ordinary cane with a silver-snake-headed tip that she got from Fredrick Black. It is, in fact, a sword too. If you twist the top, you’ll unsheathe the sword.



❝Everybody needs to be free to truly live.❞



H I S T O R Y:

||▣| The True Nature of Obsession |▣||
❝I AM SHERLOCKED ❞
As you might have guessed, Sabine adores everything to do with the great Sherlock Holmes; named the greatest fictional detective ever to not exist. But there is something more to this obsession. Before Holmes was her idol, she always tried to picture what her dad might have been like. All she knew was that he was a great detective working in the area of homicide named Richard H. Owens, and he and her mother dated for around five-weeks (a long term relationship in Banshee standards) before his untimely death. Her mother also told her that he tasted delicious.
When she and her family watched the first TV episode of a show called Sherlock, Sabine’s mother exclaimed that Sherlock was very much like Richard. Something inside of Sabine suddenly sparked, and watched the TV show tirelessly, and read every Sherlock Holmes novel available. Her mother became a little worried for her daughter, but she told her that it gave her comfort. It’s the closest thing she has to knowing a little about her father.
Sabine’s ambition in life is to work as a detective, just like her dad.

||▣| Cat & Mouse |▣||
❝ My life is filled with suspense, worry, and fear. All because of a evil cult out to kill all Banshees.❞
Like all Supernatural’s in the world, Banshees have Hunters out for their guts. But these Hunters are a little more determined than most. They are called the Bás Dubh – an all male cult trained to kill the sickening screaming creatures. Since the cult’s formation in 1913, Banshee population has depleted rapidly. A million Banshees lived in Ireland, and now only two hundred or less remain.
The Southwind family have been haunted by the Bás Dubh for years. It started when Sabine was first born; a man was moments away from plunging a knife in the defenceless baby’s chest, before Robin Southwind and other nurses rushed in and stopped him. Robin left the hospital immediately before other Hunters came. They were in Cork, Ireland, at the time.
They moved to Limerick for five years. There, Robin met Philip Taylor – a simple carpenter and the future father of Ceala Southwind (dated for two days). Whilst seven months into the pregnancy, the Bás Dubh struck again, setting their house on fire. Barely escaping, Robin went into early labour and Sabine had to drive her mother into hospital. It was quite a lot of pressure to put on a five year old, but she had seen her mother do it and breezed through it – only hitting a tree or two along the way.
Moving to Galway with the new addition to the family, the Southwind’s stayed in an apartment with fellow Banshee’s. Sadly, after a year or two, Robin, Sabine, and Ceala returned to the apartment after shopping to find the Banshee’s bloody carcases. They were hardly recognizable due to being skinned alive. The Southwind girls played an endless game of cat and mouse with the Hunters for months to come, finally losing their tracks in the capital city of Ireland, Dublin.
Reaching the age of sixteen, Sabine finally began to settle in Dublin City – and so did the rest of the family. Sabine and Ceala went to normal schools, and their mother had a job in a clothes shop. But it was not made to last, of course. Having a peaceful family-night at home, the Bás Dubh descended upon them. It was sixteen humans against three very pissed off Banshee’s.
It was a bloody ordeal, but the family escaped yet again. The sad thing was, they weren’t all unscathed. Sabine and Robin sustained some serious wounds, and Ceala received a long gash from her hairline all the way down to her jaw. It left a horrendous scar that will affect how she will attract men in the future. But for now, being only eleven, it’s not important. As for Sabine and her mother; both had to be hospitalized, Sabine having to be operated to extract a bullet from her shoulder, and Robin having stitches all down her arm.
Yet again, they moved down the coast to Waterford City. This is where they currently reside.

||▣| Love Is Blindness|▣||
❝ Those blinded by love, cannot see that there is no such thing.❞
The words “crush,” “like” and “love” are no longer in Sabine’s vocabulary to describe men. Admittedly, Sabine fell for a guy named Pat at school in Dublin. But like all falling, she eventually smashed onto the ground and broke into a million pieces when Pat put a love letter telling her to meet him behind the school at lunch-time. Ecstatic, she rounded the school just to find all the popular kids – including Pat – throwing toilet paper, eggs, and paint at her, laughing and taking pictures of her misery. Like any girl would do, Sabine ran to the toilets and waited until lunch was over, then walked home. In the rain.

||▣| Isolation and the Academy |▣||
❝ Friends? Oh - um, yeah, I had a few… I guess… ❞
Due to moving constantly, and being described as “weird”, Sabine barely made any friend. Scratch that, she didn’t make friends at all. She was friendly with a few, but they only made it to comrades before she had to move someplace else. It’s actually one of the reasons her mother insisted she went to the Academy; to be with people in the exact same situation as her. That, and the fact that hauling two children up and down the country was becoming more and more difficult as they grew older, and she would be safer in the Academy. With much reluctance to leave her family, Sabine agreed.




❝Were all like the moon. You always show your bright, glowing side instead of your dark one. ❞


O T H E R:

Family:
▪ : Robin Southwind (Mother)
About: Single mother of two children, Robin tries her hardest to empower her girls and raise them in the best way she can whilst protecting them from the Bás Dubh.

▪ : Richard H. Owens (Father)
About: A great detective, the greatest in Ireland and the UK. He worked on murders, mostly. Richard met Robin in a supermarket and loved her right then and there. They dated for five weeks before she ate him. She has claimed that he tasted delicious.

▪ : Ceala Southwind (Little sister)
About: A little twerp and a pain in the arse, like all little sisters are. But Sabine wouldn’t have her any other way. She is eleven years old, and has a long scar from her hair-line down to her jaw.

▪ : Philip Taylor (Ceala’s father)
About: A carpenter from Limerick. He only lasted two dates. Robin hasn’t commented how he tasted, so it’s likely he didn’t taste nice.

||▣|Other Relationships |▣||
▪ : Skyra Rider
About: Skyra is a sassy Drake (dragon) who just-so-happens to be her roommate. When they first meet, Sabine see’s her with the angel Samael, and realizes what Skyra is due to recognizing her smell. As it turns out, their mothers had met. When they officially meet, they quickly became friends – and Skyra even showed Sabine how to be “snarky” (which didn’t really succeed, but at least they tried).
Ever since, they have become great friends.

▪ : Sebastian
About: Sebastian is a demon and is Skyra’s mortal enemy who she strangle gets along with. Sabine and the demon have a weird, cautious, friendship. They get along fine, but the banshee gets suspicious. When they first met, in the library, she tried to flirt with him thinking his vessel was cute but got distracted. Later on, when they officially met, she thought him to be too smug. He even dubbed them “The Super Sexy Squad” calling Sabine the “squad” part of the group.

▪ : Fredrick Black
About: Sabine truly doesn’t like Fredrick. This might be because on all the occasions they’ve met, he’s attacked her. Recently he had stabbed her, which officially put him on the “revenge” list.

||▣|Playlist |▣||

|▫Personality▫|
Discombobulated by Hans Zimmer
Raise Your Glass by Pink
|▫ “The Super Sexy Squad” (Sabine, Sebastian, and Skyra)▫|
Bad Blood by Bastille
|▫Friendship with Skyra▫|
Mayhem by Imelda May
|▫Friendship with Sebastian▫|
Hospital Beds by Florence & the Machine
|▫Love Life▫|
Single Ladies by Beyoncé
That’s Not My Name by the Ting Things
|▫History▫|
Anything Could Happen by Ellie Goulding
|▫All Round Perfect Song▫|
We Are Young by Fun.



❝Don't listen to a word I say
The screams all sound the same...
Though the truth may vary this ship will carry our bodies safe to shore.❞

[Drax]

Name: William Alexander Cant

Age: 18

Type: Telepath and Psychic

Grade: 12th

Appearance:
"Oh, I know I'm hot stuff ladies, but what do you think? Wait... Ah, now I know..."

William is a relatively tall black haired male who often has bandages wrapped around his arms. His hair hangs down, combed some days, and wild the others. It depends on his mood. His nails are often black, simply because he likes the look of it. He enjoys wearing black or white clothing, although yellow is also a favored color of his. He's very particular about clothing. His feet are adorned with combat boots. Will polishes and cleans them regularly, enjoying the sheen to them. If you so much as THINK(And he'll know) that he's any less of a man for taking an interest in fashion, he's likely to slit your throat.

Personality: Will is basically the definition of insane. He's very adept at making it seem like he's normal, yet the gleam of a madman is always present in his eyes. He's capable of many things. Love, murder, destruction, terrorism, suicide, torture, and a multitude of other fun pastimes. The conflict in his mind is so glorious, so magnificent, that he can hardly decide what the appropriate course of action is. Will's heart isn't corrupt, or pushed by any motivation for evil, but nevertheless, the insanity that plagues him is very persuasive.

History:

Birth: "January 1st, 1995. January is named after Janus, you know. The god of madness. I wonder why..."

William instantly began shattering the minds of his doctors and father, laughing and giggling as he floated around the room. He played with their minds, twisting them and making them bend with madness. The doctor took his scalpel and killed the nurses, laughing with the child. Then his father began to strangle the doctor, who thrust the scalpel into his gut, causing them both to die. William's mother's heart stopped, the fear too great for it to handle. William then floated out of the window, giggling still. He was found by a kind old woman on the sidewalk, where he lay crying because it was too cold. She took him to an old friend, knowing he was special. The woman was a vampire, you see. She could smell it.

Upbringing: "Hmph. Father never did know how to stay out of my business..."

William was raised by another psychic, Sirius, who taught him morals and honed his skills. He was always stressing morality, and for awhile, Will showed improvement. However, he still got into trouble. Bullies often found themselves going mad, or burning up. Whichever he preferred. Then, after a particularly livid scolding from his adopted father, he became a gentleman. He resisted his urge to destroy the fragile minds around him. That didn't last long, unfortunately.

Change: "Of course he died. He couldn't handle being around me, either..."

One night, the town had figured out their secret. It became known that they had abilities, and, being Amish, the townsfolk didn't like that. The burned the house in the middle of the night, without warning. Sirius was badly burned, but that isn't what killed him. He and Will escaped with their lives, only to have Sirius gunned down immediately after they'd left the building. Will was next, but the bullets stopped before they reached him. He sent them back, ripping the bodies of his friends and neighbors to shreds. For once, Will found it was his mind that shattered. Soon, he felt the familiar hand of an old woman. She had returned for him. She handed him a letter, that showed him the location of the academy.

Not so long ago: William found that he liked the academy. The thing he loved most was technology. He figured it out quickly, immersing himself with it for his freshman year. His sophomore year was when he began to become a part of the outside world once more, and that's when the girl trouble started. He was hassled daily by what he now knows to call 'whore-iffic' females. Eventually, his policy of rejecting them began to scare them away. His junior year was when he discovered the joy of fashion, and not much needs to be said about that. Everything else is present.

Crush/Relationship: Heterosexual, although, good luck with that. He may just be in a good mood.

Family: Griselda(A very old and powerful vampire.)

Other: "Don't hate me because I'm bonkers."

Power:

Telepathy: The ability to transfer information mentally, without speech or symbolism. The speak to another's brain, even their subconscious. It allows him to suggest things, to make one think the thought is their own. The damage he can do can, and has driven many people insane. Also, information also means FALSE information, so he can completely alter your perception, therefore making your mind THINK and FEEL something that isn't happening. Make you SEE fire that isn't there and isn't burning.

Telekinesis: The ability to move objects with one's mind, allowing one to transport, break, bend, or impact and object.

Teleportation: Although he has no knowledge of it, William has the ability to teleport, or move from place to place in an instant. He has never used or discovered this ability.

Soundtrack:

Desperation: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fZu7sX...

Happiness: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m5STXH...

Toying: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8de2pw...

Angered: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_ikYDh...

Out For Blood: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PlblQj...

Lost: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_jOQRW...

Truth: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U0bxEI...

[Jenna ⭐]

William Alexander Cant | Accepted

Looks good. Nice job :)

[[deleted user]]

Name:Lilith satan

Age: 15

Type: satans daughter

Appearance: icy blue eyes, light brown hair, always wear red lipstick, dimples

Personality: kind. But when she gets angry she slowly grows horns and a tail and will have fire around her. She can click her fingers and her spike staft will appear in her hand ( mental blank on what that's called) likes playing piano secretly

history: when her dad got kicked out of heaven she did to and now she lives in the under world with her father satan. Latly they ah my been getting n so well, so he decided to send her to this academy.

Crush: new so doesn't know anyone yet

Family: satan , never had a mother she was just... Always There

Power: fire and other devil stuff

[Kendra]

For example, my version of Lilith was actually yellow-eyed, the yellow of rot and decay, and if she was Always There she could not possibly have been Satan's child. "Fire and other devil stuff?" That is so vague, and pointless, and ruinous.... It makes me want to kill you.
You also have some spelling and grammar issues, for example,
"Latly they ah my been getting n so well."
This has no meaning.
Personality has nothing about personality except "kind."
Type, Satan's daughter? Type? That's not a type of anything. Is my type; Son of Nathan? I don't think so.
Age: 15? You said she was around when Lucifer was kicked out of heaven.

This character makes me want to strangle something.

[Alex]

Name: Wendy Gabrielle Isobel Rowland

Age: 17

Type: Half Undine elemental(water), half witch. (Witch on her mothers side, elemental on her fathers, she has a type of mix)

Grade: 12

Appearance: http://25.media.tumblr.com/9f557d85c8... Wendy has rib length, medium brown hair. It has a bit of a wave to it, making it constantly look like she spent the day at the beach (mostly because of her power over the water element); her eyes are a greeny-blue, about the color of the ocean in mid day, but they change to a deep dark blue when she is using her powers. She is 5'3", so fairly short for her age, and she has a very fit body from her mother putting her through dance lessons all her life at an attempt to be "normal".

Personality: Wendy is very forward. She's not afraid to tell others what she is thinking, and some people take it the wrong way, but she is trying to be honest with them. She gets hurt quite easily however, and can't take others being honest with her, ironically. Wendy is truly a very kind person once you get past the brutal honesty and sarcasm. She is very loyal to those she thinks are worthy. She is an excellent judge of character. Wendy is very knowledgeable for someone her age, as she grew up surrounded by very old, wise witches. Wendy has a very different sense of humor, and rarely has any friends to match that humor. She's a big dork, and loves human inventions/entertainment (books, movies, tv shows, video games).

Style: Wendy's style varies on her mood, she tends to dress in lots of oversized cardigans, and flowers dresses, but will throw on a band tshirt and skinny jeans here and there. She wears the minimal amount of makeup, and always wears a necklace with a Aquamarine water drop on the end of the chain, as it was a gift from her late father.

History/Family: Wendy was born in 1996 to her witch mother Fleur Rowland and water elemental father Henry Rowland. She grew up in New York City, and lived in, what looked like a small apartment, but due to her mothers spell it was about the size of a fairly wealthy two story home. Her father was killed in a feud against a fire elemental when Wendy was ten, so she currently resides with just her mother, grandmother Jane, and Aunt Alice. The witches in her family tend to live a fairly long time, and while her mother and aunt are only in their 40's, her grandmother is between 100-120 (she changes her age everytime Wendy asks.)

Crush/Relationship: none-open

Other: Wendy has a cat named Luna, as she was a very cliche child. She tends to carry around a small knife in her shoe or in her pant leg, just in case.

Power: Wendy can control the element of water, (mold it, throw it, use it as a weapon basically), and has all the stereotypical powers of a witch (casting spells, flying on a broom)

[Jasmine]

Chloe wrote: "Name:Lilith satan

Age: 15

Type: satans daughter

Appearance: icy blue eyes, light brown hair, always wear red lipstick, dimples

Personality: kind. But when she gets angry she slowly grows horn..."

If you would like, I'll give you links to see two other demons in the group. Then, you could have an idea on what there powers could be, and stuff like that. Here's Sebastian, one of the first demons, and here's Daisy, my own character (but she's a demon-horse, just so you know, so maybe she's not the best example).

[Jenna ⭐]

[ Wendy Gabrielle Isobel Rowland | Accepted ]

[๖ۣۜMegan]

Name: Claire Collins

Age: 17

Type: Necromancer

Grade: 11th

Appearance:

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Personality: Claire is a smarty butt. She excels in any and every subject, especially physics.
Claire has the whole innocent girl vibe going for her but she can also protect herself.

History: She is an only child, and every time she had an accident with revealing her powers, she has had to move. She has lived in all of 50 states, and california is the last one she was at. She has been to a million schools, and the 1st time she had to move, she and her friends went to a graveyard after the hallowen dance, and, well, lets just say it didn't end well. Her mom is human, and she's never met her dad. Claire has never met nor heard of any other supernaturals until now.

Crush/Relationship: None for now...

Family: Just her parents

Other: •••

Power: she can see ghosts, control them, raise the dead, (but she never does THAT), and all that stuff. Claire has powers. If she gets scared or angry enough, and forgets what she's doing...She kills anything around her.

[sucre'd fiend, Perfection]

Uhm, you may wanna check with other Necromancer characters ^-^ Also, you'll need more detail.

[Elmina]

Name: Selene LaRose

Age: 17

Type: Vampire

Grade: 12

Appearance: https://encrypted-tbn2.gstatic.com/im...

Personality: She is very smart and a very good friend to have. She is always thinking of others. She knows Spanish, French, German, and English but she rarely speaks anything but English. She can be shy if she doesn't know you but she is very fun to be around when she knows you better. She doesn't get angry very often. When she is mad, it doesn't last very long. She isn't very good at holding grudges. She hates dresses and will always dress in simple clothes (jeans and a t-shirt) unless she absolutely has to. In that case, she will overdo it and dress to fancy for the occasion.

History: She never knew her real parents but she knew they were both vampires. She was put into a foster home at a very young age. Around the age of 12 she started craving blood and the sunlight started hurting her. She was soon kicked out for killing the children. She always said she is 17 because that's when she stopped ageing. She is actually 152 years old but she has never told a soul. She wandered the streets, feeding on random hobos on the streets until she found a letter addressed to her laying in the middle of the road

Crush/Relationship: Open.

Family: She doesn't know any of her real family.

Other: She can't go into the light.

Power: Super speed and strength, great smell and hearing.

[[deleted user]]

Please, keep in mind that this is an advanced group. We take this very seriously. I suggest that you improve your grammar and spelling, along with punctuation. Your personality is poorly made, along with your history. What happened to her foster parents when she found out she was a vampire? How did she get into the school? You left a lot of gaps. Please, don't use emoticons in your character sheet, it's extremely unprofessional. Besides, her powers are a bit of power playing. People can't lie to her? I've literally never heard of that kind of thing with vampires. Try to stay true to the urban legends just a bit. Also, I'm pretty sure foster homes didn't exist 437 years ago.

[Jasmine]

Megan♕ wrote: "Name: Claire Collins

Age: 17

Type: Necromancer

Grade: 11th

Appearance: (I'll add a pic when I can get on my computer.) Claire is a brunette but has red highlights in her mid back length hair an..."

Same with my Necro (who is FINALLY finished, may I add). I'm afraid, Megan, you'll need to tone down your powers a bit.

And may I ask that you put a little more detail in history? You can put in how family life was, or if she ever had "accidents" with her powers, or if she ever went to normal school, and stuff like that.

[Kendra]

Drax wrote: "My Necro charrie is supposed to be the strongest at the moment, sorry. I have dibs. So, you may want to tone it down a bit, because even HE isn't THAT strong."

The strongest what?

[Kendra]

Ay... gah.... grr... FINE.

ACCEPTED

[๖ۣۜMegan]

₴єaTнёFїёпd puǝıɟ wrote: "Uhm, you may wanna check with other Necromancer characters ^-^ Also, you'll need more detail."

Okay, where do I need to check with the other necromancers? And did you mean on the apperance? Because I added pictures.

[[deleted user]]

Name: Hecate Monstober
Age: 16
Type: Dragon Tamer
Grade: 10th
Appearance: (view spoiler)[[image error]http://www.bing.com/images/search?q=d... (hide spoiler)]
Personality: Hecate is fierce and strong and very mysterious. Hecate is fierce in her loyalty to her dragons and her ability to tame them and make them her friends, she acts fierce and dangerous toward people she meets and doesn't know to prove to them that she isn't weak. She is very mysterious towards new people that she meets and won't ever reveal her true self to them. She speaks in dragon tongue to almost everyone and rarely speaks English unless she wants to, she believes her only true friends are her dragons. She would much rather be left alone with her dragons than be around people. Her bad past is what makes her act the way that she does, because of living in an orphanage and an asylum she has very bad trust issues and won't let any one get closer than two feet to her before she summons one of her bigger dragons. She may not speak English very much but she understands it perfectly.
History: she was born on the 5th of April to her mother Sadie and her father Richard. They were both murdered when she was about five and spent the rest of her life in an orphanage, she hated this life and tried to escape many, many times before she was taken to an asylum. She was sent to an insane asylum when she started using magic and claiming that she trained dragons, when she started speaking in dragon tongue the people in the asylum had her chained to a wall and gagged so she couldn't speak. One night she was chained to the wall while every one was asleep and she summoned her first tamed dragon named Small One who died saving her from the asylum, she ran as far as she could and lived on the streets for about a year when she received 'The Letter' that invited her to the academy.
Crush/Relationship: open for creation
Family: deceased
Other: she wishes that she could change and be a normal person but knows that it isn't possible.
Her dragons; (view spoiler)[ Moonshine- [image error]http://www.bing.com/images/search?q=d...
Nightmare- [image error]http://www.bing.com/images/search?q=d...
Lightscreen- [image error]http://www.bing.com/images/search?q=d...
Lava- [image error]http://www.bing.com/images/search?q=d...
Giant- [image error]http://www.bing.com/images/search?q=d...
Swamp- [image error]http://www.bing.com/images/search?q=d...
Secret Weapon- [image error]http://www.bing.com/images/search?q=d...
Icecicle- [image error]http://www.bing.com/images/search?q=d...
Danger- [image error]http://www.bing.com/images/search?q=d... (hide spoiler)]
Her small dragons;
(view spoiler)[ Midnight- [image error]http://www.bing.com/images/search?q=s...
Tiny- [image error]http://www.bing.com/images/search?q=s... (hide spoiler)]
She always has Tiny or Midnight with her and the are either on her shoulder or hovering nearby her.
Power:
-To communicate with any dragon or animal
-To summon her dragons when she needs them
-Unnatural strength
-Control of the weather
-To use any weapon professionally even if she has never seen it before

[Madison]

Name: Veronica Hamilton

Age: 16

Type: Vampire

Appearance: https://scontent-b-dfw.xx.fbcdn.net/h...

Personality: Sweet and nice, she cares about everything and everyone and wouldn’t hurt a fly. Sometimes she can get annoyed when people ignore her, don’t listen to her, or spread rumors around of her. She can be very shy when she’s meeting new people, but she likes being by friends. She doesn’t really like making conversations with people that she doesn’t know. She likes being in dresses and accessories but doesn’t overdo it. She normally would wear her white dress with black lace stripes and a beady golden necklace.

Grade: 10th Grade

History: When Veronica was born, she was born 6 weeks early and had to be in the hospital for an extra for 2 weeks. As soon as she learned to walk she was running and jumping. She was very energetic for her age. She liked going to the park, 24/7 and hating having to sit for over a period of time. Her mother and father were very kind hearted to her and didn’t care about anything more. When she was five, she was expecting to have a little sister named, Bella. But when Bella was born, it was either her mom died, or her little sister died. They chose for her little sister to die. When she was in fifth grade, that was the year she hated. Everybody called her names, abused her, and spread rumors about her. The only friend she had was her cousin Lakin, who is now in Italy. Her parents died in a car accident while she was 15 and she lived on her own for a year. She lived in an apartment for a while. When she had enough money from her dance instructing job, she got a dog she loved, he was a beagle mix and his name was Cody. When she was 16, she got jumped by a group of five, blood thirsty vampires. When they asked her questions and she wouldn’t answer them, they bit her and turned her into a vampire. 3 days later she woke up, everything clear and bold. She sat in the alleyway a while, trying to remember what happened. And then she saw what happened, the cruel Monsters that had bitten her and made her who she is. It took her a while to get comfortable about who she was. She had to live on her own and had to sell Cody to a nice and loving family, and live in a little cottage she found in the woods. She lived off of the animals that lived there, yet in her first year, whenever humans came around to camp around the woods, she couldn’t control herself. That was the one thing she hated about herself, that she was a monster. One Sunday morning when she woke up, the clouds hanging over her, she saw a letter on her couch. She’s never gotten any letters ever since she lived here. She sped over to the couch and opened the letter and Read it. It was an application to an academy for people like her. That was it, she didn’t have to hide anymore.
Crush/Relationship: Single.

Family: Decease in car accident.

Other: When she is hungry or dying of thirst, her eyes turn from her butterscotch brown to a pure black.

Power: Speed and confusing people to thinking of something else. (This comes in handy when she's trying to get people to forget about what they saw or heard.)

((Hopefully this works xD))

[sucre'd fiend, Perfection]

{Part I}

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Anja Lafayette Metzger
『 〓 』• Pronounced |ahhn-JAH | lah-fah-YEHT | MEHT-zer-ger | 
• Anja means Grace. It is one of the most exotic of several ethnic versions of Ann/Anna now being imported, also including Anya and Annika. Anja is heard in several European cultures, including Germany, Holland, and the Scandinavian countries--and it has a variety of pronunciations.
• Lafayette is of French origin. May derive from "foi", meaning "faith". Historical: the Marquis de Lafayette, a French nobleman, was only 20 when he came to serve four years in the American Revolutionary cause. When he returned to America, he was welcomed as a hero. A similar baby name is Fayette.
• Metzger is a German word meaning "butcher". It's not as evil or threatening as it may sound.





Species: Hybrid
『tt』Temperance Recessive『ww』Wrath Recessive 『vv』Vampyre Recessive 『Hh』 Hell Hound Dominant
The odd mix of pairings found in Anja's family resulted in the mixture of species that is seen above. She displays her Hell Hound genes more dominantly, and her other genes lie dormant until she should have some sort of breakdown. The Heavenly Virtue of Temperance: Restraint, temperance, justice. Constant mindfulness of others and one's surroundings; practicing self-control, abstention, moderation, zero-sum and deferred gratification. Prudence to judge between actions with regard to appropriate actions at a given time. Proper moderation between self-interest, versus public-interest, and against the rights and needs of others. The Deadly Sin of Wrath: also known as "rage", may be described as inordinate and uncontrolled feelings of hatred and anger. Wrath, in its purest form, presents with self-destructiveness, violence, and hate that may provoke feuds that can go on for centuries. Wrath may persist long after the person who did another a grievous wrong is dead. Feelings of anger can manifest in different ways, including impatience, revenge, and vigilantism. Those two genes are forever in conflict with each other, but work to make her a terrible force when they collide in the inner workings of her mind. Her Vampyre genes may be recessive, but she still shows the evident signs of being a Vampyre. She does still have a need for blood, but it isn't as much of a necessity as it would be for a full blooded Vampyre. As a Hell Hound, her size is greatly diminished from how it would be should she have been full blooded. As it is the dominant gene, she exhibits most of the characteristics.

Age: Seventeen {17} May 17th; 1:13 AM
Blood Type: O Rh Positive [Universal Donor]
Gender: [/glances into shirt] "We both know the answer to that"
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⊱Born in Dinkelsbühl, Germany
⊱ Nationalities are German, Russian
⊱ Ethnical background includes; German, Russian, Welsh
Sexuality:  Ambisexual
Relationship Status:  Single
⊱ Zodiacal symbol: 猪 ➠ (view spoiler)[The Pig, the last sign of the Chinese zodiac, is clear evidence of the old saying, “nice guys finish last.” You are honest, good hearted and present a kindly face to friends and strangers alike. Your affection is genuine, and your love has no bounds. You are usually very chivalrous. Courtesy and generosity are a way of life with you. Being a social animal you have many opportunities to exhibit those qualities. You tend to be naturally happy, due in no small part because you most often avoid making judgments and see the good side of people. You are no punster, but you probably have a nice, earthy sense of humor. All in all, you are pleasant, cheerful, co operative and normally do well in group situations. (hide spoiler)]
⊱ Zodiacal symbol: Taurus ➠ ♉ ➠ (view spoiler)[Taurus zodiac signs and meanings, like the animal that represents them, is all about strength, stamina and will. Stubborn by nature, the Taurus will stand his/her ground to the bitter end (sometimes even irrationally so). But that's okay because the Taurus is also a loving, sympathetic and appreciative sign. The Taurus is very understanding and when we need someone to unburden ourselves to, we often share our deepest fears with the Taureans of the zodiac. Taureans are very patient, practical and efficient, they are excellent in matters of business and are also wonderful instructors/teachers. Although initially they may have their own best interest at heart, they are ultimately & endlessly generous with their time, possessions and love. (hide spoiler)]


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▐ Marking(s): Light burns on her inner wrist from a fire, and light strangulation marks that didn't seem to fade over time.
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|| ♛ || Describe this mess of emotion and history in the physical form? It can be attempted, but no guarantees are made to how pin-point this will be, seeing as she has tendencies to drastically change the way she looks, well more so what her hair looks like.

With at stopping point of five feet six inches, Anja isn't the picture of height. She doesn't much care for this, and would greatly appreciate if people held back their comments on it. She weighs a standard hundred forty pounds, and is very content with the outcome of her extension activity. She was never one to stay in one place for a while, and it seems to have paid off. Slenderly framed, save the chest and posterior area, she doesn't pay much attention to her inherited curves. No, she prefers to focus on the thing higher than her shoulders, because she believes people should be looking up there. Femininely narrow shoulders, followed by a slender neck, leads to an ovoid visage that is framed quite nicely by her hair.

Golden strands of hair cascade down to her shoulders. At some times, they will be radiant curls and other times, they are a mix of black and brown locks threaded into the sea of blonde. She doesn't stick with either for very long, as she much likes to diversify her hair. It would appear to be her only girlish habit, and will stay that way. Upon cursory examination of her eyes, they appear to be green. However, her oculars are quite actually a maze of hue. In bright lightings, they're a hazy mix of a green coloring and flecks of hazel light in a color close to her hair. In the darker setting, they appear to be a clouded pale blue. They particularly pop out against her moderately tanned complexion. Her lips, which usually hold a pouty sort of formation as a default of reason she doesn't know, are a peachy hue that's close to the inside of a shell. She prefers not to dwell on that fact, as she wants people to focus on her words, rather than her lips.


The last thing to work on when describing this female is her voice. It has a husky sound to it, the more appealing kind of husky that is more commonly exhibit in the gender counterpart and widely sought out. It holds a low soprano, high alto octave. It's similar to the tinkling of little metal objects together, if not more pleasant. If she were exhibit any form of rage, it deepens exponentially into a feral and harsh sound as opposed to the previously pleasant one. Should she be delighted, her voice hitches ever so slightly. The change isn't very noticeable unless you've been listening to her for a while.

Hair Color: Golden strands of hair cascade down to her shoulders. At some times, they will be radiant curls and other times, they are a mix of black and brown locks threaded into the sea of blonde.
Eye Color: Upon cursory examination of her eyes, they appear to be green. However, her oculars are quite actually a maze of hue. In bright lightings, they're a hazy mix of a green coloring and flecks of hazel light in a color close to her hair. In the darker setting, they appear to be a clouded pale blue. They particularly pop out against her moderately tanned complexion.
Height: With at stopping point of five feet six inches, Anja isn't the picture of height.
Weight: She weighs a standard hundred forty pounds, and is very content with the outcome of her extension activity. She was never one to stay in one place for a while, and it seems to have paid off.




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❝ Some will pull the gun because they want to be stars
Snatching up your life into the blink of an eye ❞

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♚ ▌▌▌No one ever said the miracle of life had to be pretty, or that it didn't cost something.

Anja's mother certainly hadn't considered that. There's always something to happens to a person when they've gone through eight hours of labor, and had yet to see the father of the child in the hospital. Her first thought was that she'd been bailed on, and that the father of the newborn baby girl was just another deadbeat father who'd have made their child become someone entirely different than what they should have been destined to be.

What had actually happened to make the father miss the birth of his first child was an accident that should never have happened. He was taken from his family just minutes away from arriving at the hospital. The emergency room had been filled that particular morning after a protest had gone terribly wrong. The hours he lay bleeding out were nearly parallel to the labor of his wife only floors above him.

[sucre'd fiend, Perfection]

{Part II}

He'd died around the same exact time that the baby, Anja, had been born. Her mother found the news to be the turning point of her spiral to the depths of instability. Rather than stay in the place that should have been the child's home in honor of her father, she moved her to Moscow.

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And everybody trying to figure they way out





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♚ ▌▌▌Anja and Moscow went together like peanut butter and jelly.

She loved her first thirteen years of life there. They were some of her best memories, and her mother seemed content with her manner of escaping the reality of her child going on without a father. She'd never bothered to remarry, to stuck on the love she had lost, but the child it'd produced had been a motivating cause for her to find some sort of comfort.

In the Russian spring that she turned eight, the first felony to land on her mental record occurred in a candy store. The clerk wasn't particularly bright, and wasn't paying any sort of attention to the cluster of children basking in the sugary glory of the wares. Snotty fingers smeared little green and white fluids on the glass while Anja stood fixated on the butterscotch assortment.

A simple glance in the direction of the counter told her that the teenage boy behind the counter was more concerned with chatting away with whomever had been on the phone with him. She felt her throat grow dry after she rooted through her pockets for the quarters that would procure her coveted butterscotches. Being eight could only get you so much money, and there was only so long before the candy was gone.

She decided to take a risk for the better, and began shoving butterscotches into her pockets. Now, butterscotch wrappings are quite the noisy little devils, since they're made from plastic and tightly wrapped at that. In shoving them in her pocket, it seemed that Anja was starting up an alarm that had the children turning in her direction. The clerk was still busy chatting away still, but she had the attention of her peers.

Walking quickly to the door, she started up yet another alarm of screaming children. The clerk disrupted his call only for a moment, but it was long enough for him to become aware of the situation. There was a tad bit of arguing with a splash of haggling and pleading, but in the end, Anja failed.

She left the candy store sullenly, and reported herself to her mother upon her arrival home.

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We march all around til' the sun goes down night children
Broken dreams, no sunshine, endless crimes, we long for freedom
You're free but in your mind, your freedom's in a bind





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♚ ▌▌▌Anja's mother became very sick the year she turned fourteen.

With the fresh start of the "rebellious stage", Anja didn't much think that her mother would be sick for long. No, she believed it would pass like all the other sicknesses she'd ever had, and they'd be back to screaming at each other in no time. She suspected that her mother was throwing one of her fits, as it wouldn't be that first time that her mother had feigned a serious sickness to get her daughter to behave and listen to her for once.


The thought of a person doing this is quite cruel and strange, but it works under normal circumstances. And, these circumstances were not normal. The tumor was located inside of her mother's lungs, and in her frontal lobe of her brain. The realization of this tissue rebelling against the mother she was doing the exact same thing to being a means to kill her, ate away at Anja. She had to change, she believed, and did so. She became that eight year old girl that told her mother everything.
But, it was too late.

In the fall of the next year, she watched her mother fade away into a breathing husk of nothing. It was her decision to pull the plug, and she made sure that it was done when she wasn't there to see.

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Oh make it rain, ain't a thang and the sky to fall
(The silver bullet's in your hand and the war's heating up)
And when the truth goes BANG the shouts splatter out
(Revolutionize your lives and find a way out)





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♚ ▌▌It had been months since her mother had died, and not a single rebellious act.

The state had taken a look at her record, and rejoiced. That is, until the fire that occurred the summer after her mother's passing. The source of the fire had never been determined, and she was already a ward of the state, and was therefore insured a place of residence when the fire destroyed her home. Officials had taken her statement of it being a possible fuse that sparked and set alight to the house while she was out on a run.

However, that was a lie.

Anja had set the fire herself. The thought of staying with all the haunting memories wasn't enough for her to bear the weight alone. So, she destroyed them all. She'd carry the good ones with her no matter where she went, and leave the bad in ashes.

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Tell me are you bold enough to reach for love?





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♚ ▌▌▌Anja had her first actual interest in love when she met her caretaker.

She was fifteen, just recently finished the changes puberty put her through. It hadn't been a very fun journey, and she didn't much like the weight that was added onto her in certain areas, but what she did like was the attention it caught from Lucian, the man in charge of her. She had taken more than a little bit of interest in him, and it may have seemed normal since she was stuck with him until she was legal.

He introduced her to the Russian branch of the Playboy Club, which had actually opened employment to girls her age. The thought of working there at first appalled her, until she realized how much money was in it. She could save up and travel back to where she should have been living, and not be stuck in the confines of Russia with bad memories at every turn.

That thought, and being able to have Erik like her that bit more, is what pushed her to take up the job. It wasn't the best of ideas, but it was one that surely had her swimming in a good amount of wealth that she saved up for her trip. However, there were a few things that she hadn't anticipated that would get in the way of things.

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Who put your life in the danger zone?
You running dropping like a rolling stone





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♚ ▌▌▌The bite did something that shouldn't have happened.

Many months after she'd joined the Playboy Club and become a star employee, Lucian decided that it was time to change Anja just a bit more for the better. She had no idea that he'd been a Werewolf, although the signs were all there. He'd make sure she was securely locked in her room whenever the full moon was at hand, and he had a more commanding tone when he was around his buddies. Apparently, he was the Alpha of a pack that migrated frequently through Europe, and had made a pit stop in Russia that lasted a good number of years.


He'd decided that she would join the pack, and make an excellent addition. What he hadn't decided to do was activate the Hell Hound in her. Every other gene in her activated at the same time, and the virtue and the vice weren't on any good terms to be activated at the same moment.

The manner by which he had planned to give her the bite had her pinned to the lockers of the staffroom, with several of the girls to keep a look out. They had been pack members, most of them. The others were simply innocent human beings. The other pack members were waiting outside of the club, anticipating the acceptance of a pretty blonde to their pack.

The Hell Hound retaliated moments after Lucian broke skin.

The casual shredding of human skin and falling out of hair was entirely new to Anja, who screamed in an agony that had everyone cringing. They were confused, as they'd never seen a change that severe, or even remotely close to it. What began to frighten them was the growth of her body. She was beginning to push the boundaries of the ceiling above her, and was still going. When she had finished, there was a large hole and screaming customers by her head.

Only, her head didn't quite look like her head. It was more of the skull of a hound, the top of her skull exposed and bleeding. Funny thing was, she wasn't feeling any pain. Not once had she ever felt it. Parts of her spine were in clear sight, pearly white bone an odd hue against the pulsating red of her bloody flesh. Her tail was entirely skeletal, and the muscles of her throat exposed.

What happened next was entirely of instinct. The splatter of blood in the staffroom could easily be stated as not hers, nor was the blood on the floor where her head had pushed through.

When she shifted back, she stood in a sea of blood and body parts. Horrified, she screamed again. This drew more attention, and she couldn't have herself being locked away. When others of the staff ran into the room, she was still there, but they couldn't seem to find her. Anja was sure she was standing right there in front of everyone, stark naked at that. Realizing what was going on, she took off and disappeared into the night.

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At the end of day and night all we want is more
I keep my feet on solid ground and use my wings when storms come around
I keep my feet on solid ground for freedom
You're free but in your mind, your freedom's in a bind





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♚ ▌▌▌ Anja avoided people like the plague.

She wouldn't- couldn't- have anyone else's death on her hands. So, she made sure she never talked to anyone, or saw anyone. Ten days went by before Wrath decided that it would be a marvelous time to have fun.

[sucre'd fiend, Perfection]

{Part III}

Truly, when the massacre of many is an option of entertainment, Wrath would take it. The slaughter of eighteen men who had crossed her path the night she went out for the first time since her shift was no small event. Red flags went up of a serial killer, and officers were put on alert. The only thing that had saved Anja was Temperance. The virtue controlled the vice, and gave Anja enough time to run for the States.

Her specific destination was Beacon Hills, a place that sounded quiet enough.


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Trait 1 Intelligent and Meticulous
Trait 2 Impulsive and Spontaneous
Trait 3 Gregarious and Observant
Trait 4 Deceptive and Cunning
Trait 5 Vulgar, and mildly Flirtatious

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❝ Are we a lost generation of our people?
Add us to equations but they'll never make us equal.
She who writes the movie owns the script and the sequel. ❞

Despite how she might appear, Anja is an intelligent being. She's very smart when given the opportunity to show, but she prefers to not do so. This is just part of her meticulous inclination to appear as something else. A defense of hers, if you will. It works well a good deal of the time, and if she should have to display any intelligence, it's done in a sly way that most would be impressed by. Passive-Intelligent, if you will. The meticulous part of her wouldn't allow for the ruse to be broken.

Anja can be spontaneous, doing things that surprise even her. It's not that she doesn't have self control; she just can't help herself sometimes. Sometimes. Other times, it's of her own volition. Starting a fight, all her. Cursing someone out, all her. Mercilessly slaughtering a couple dozen people, maybe not her. She can't be sure. Most of the impulses that run through her can be all of her own thought, but the genes in her can often sneak up on her, and get out of control. And when they get out of control, they aren't particularly the best friends in the world.

Being sociable is nothing for Anja. She can mingle like a pro, and she had practice that she won't mention. With this sociable nature comes the observance that she uses to keep conversation going, or steering it away from awkward situations that could be potentially social suicide, or ruin someone's night. No, she would never be in the mood to do that. That being said, she would more than love to have people to talk to.

Anja can lie as easily as she can breathe. It's very useful, and she's believe a good deal of the time. She can make even some of the most outrageous stories seem real, because the trick is all in the tone of voice and your outer appearance. Her lies are what has kept a good deal of her crimes under wraps, save the ones that had eye witnesses and when she's lost her temper. It's almost second nature to her to lie, as well, and the truth is harder to come by with her. It takes a lot of work, or you'd have to had known her at some point before where the lies originates.


Potty mouth should be written on her forehead like a sign, but it isn't unless she's totally comfortable with you. Anja can also be a flirt, but not overly. It's not the excessive "hey, sleep with me" but more so the soft kind of flirting. What isn't soft is the vulgarity of her mouth and mind. It's basically in the gutter at all times of the day, she can't do much about it.

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❝ March into the war and with the kick of the drum
The wiser simians have got the bombs and the guns
So you might as well keep dancing if you're not gonna run ❞

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♕ ⋮ S ᴋ ɪ ʟ ʟ s & A ʙ ɪ ʟ ɪ ᴛ ɪ ᴇ s
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◜｡ ░ ♔ ━━ APTITUDE ˟ ˟」
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◜｡ ░ Shifting
It's the best part of having a dominant Hell Hound gene. She becomes about two stories tall, and as wide as a moderately sized building. It's inconvenient in certain settings, but it has a good intimidation factor.
◜｡ ░ Invisibility
Yes, this is indeed a good point.
◜｡ ░ Telekinesis
This is the movement of objects, but it's intensified with Wrath and Temperance jumbled in together.
◜｡ ░ Speed
I think we can understand this.
◜｡ ░ Strength
Uhm, no need to explain.
◜｡ ░ Compulsion
This is the characteristic that shines out from the Vampyre, and works pretty well.

◜｡ ░ ♔ ━━ DECREPITUDE ˟ ˟」
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◜｡ ░ Holy Water
It is what she is weakest to, as she is mostly of demonic persuasion.
◜｡ ░ Exorcism
Self-explanatory

❛ STRENGTHS ☇ ♛
• Mental Calculation:
She's very intelligent, and with that intelligence Anja can calculate things faster than most.
• Attention to Detail:
Anja pays close attention to detail, and it often aids in her life.



❛ WEAKNESSES ☇ ♛
• Self Control:
Anja has a problem with self control, and it's mostly because of the impulses induced by her mix of genes. It's not that she can't handle being under control in human form; it's that she has too much to keep under control.




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◜｡ ░ ♔ ━━ INDULGENCES ˟ ˟」

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◜ █ ♔ Fighting; MMA and Boxing are the best
◜ █ ♔ Cars; looking and driving
◜ █ ♔ Candy; Butterscotches, mmm
◜ █ ♔Food; pile on the pepper
◜ █ ♔ Dancing; guilty pleasure
◜ █ ♔ Small Animals; the eyes, man
◜ █ ♔ Proving People Wrong; it's perfect, dude
◜ █ ♔ Cursing; uhm, hello, it's kinda my thing




◜｡ ░ ♔ ━━ ANTAGONISTS ˟ ˟」

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◜ █ ♔ Skirts; nope, don't do it
◜ █ ♔ Dresses; don't think so
◜ █ ♔ Gender Restrictions; what do I need to grow some dangly bits to do certain things?
◜ █ ♔ Stereotypes; uhm, let's not go there
◜ █ ♔ Thunder Storms; my ears, they bleed
◜ █ ♔ Fall; everything dies…
◜ █ ♔ Country Music; stop the whining people, please




❝ HOBBIES ♔ ! 　♥²

↯ ▍Boxing
↯ ▍Driving
↯ ▍Dancing Alone
↯ ▍Proving people wrong
↯ ▍Cursing worse than a sailor



♕ ⋮ Ｆｒｉｅｎｄｓ & Ｆａｍｉｌｙ
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Radka Metzger
( ✗ ) ╯x ┊❝ Mother / Deceased ▍▍▍▍ ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ 10 out of 10


Jeremiah Metzger
( ✗ ) ╯x ┊❝ Father / Deceased ▍▍▍▍ ♥ 1 out of 10


Lucian Vetterline
( ✗ ) ╯x ┊❝ Government-Appointed Caretaker / Deceased ▍▍▍▍ ♥ 1 out of 10

[Jenna ⭐]

[ Anja Lafayette Metzger | Accepted ]