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Full Name: Amaryllis Falcon
Nickname(s): Mary or Lis. Prefers Lis.
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Age: 15
Time/Date/Place Born: Day break/1 Jan/Washington D.C.
Nationalities: American
Mutational Gift/Abilities: Flight and Ultra-Vision (able to see 360 degrees, through stuff, tiny stuff and far away).
Appearance: (Sorry if picture looks like an anime!)

Hair Colour: Pale blonde when in shallow light, but shines golden when exposed to sunlight and fresh air.
Eye Colour: Pale green, will glitter light lavender when using Ultra-Vision or happy.
Weight: average weight (which I have no idea what is)
Height: 5'4
Personality: Lis is very shy when it comes to meeting new people. But when she warms up to someone, she'll get talkative and friendly. She enjoys Celtic music, peace between people, friendship, trust and hope. She dislikes negative thoughts and noise. When angered or depressed, she tends to scream and shout at small mistakes and fuss over little problems, she would also push away some help offered by friends because she doesn't want to be seen as weak and in need of help.
History: She used to be chatty and open to everyone and anyone but after being dragged ruthlessly out of her own front door, most of the cheery parts of her disappeared and will never return. What made her a mutant was her fantastic eyesight and quick movements that kind of made her look as if she was flying. Once mutated, Lis was introduced to Mahthildis Tele and they became the best of friends and partners. But after Mahthildis died, she was kind of alone yet accompanied. Many people treat her nicely and she considers them as 'friends' because she didn't want herself to sound and look alone.
Death of parents:One day, after returning from a mission, Lis was informed of the bad news that some men were plotting a scheme to kill both her super, filthy rich parents. When she rushed home, there were banging and screeches and loud, high noises all over (that was where she got her dislike for noise). But after twenty terribly long seconds, everything fell silent and Lis's parents were dead.
Death of Mahthildis: (Sorry if this is pretty lame...) Mahthildis died in a mission where the group had to move on and someone had to stay behind-typical, no?-and Mahthildis, sacrificed herself for the group. Thankfully, the mission was a success, even with many losses.
Relationship Status: Was best friends with Mahthildis (deceased), Larry Falcon as father (deceased) and Lia Falcon (deceased) as mother.
Nickname(s): Mary or Lis. Prefers Lis.
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Age: 15
Time/Date/Place Born: Day break/1 Jan/Washington D.C.
Nationalities: American
Mutational Gift/Abilities: Flight and Ultra-Vision (able to see 360 degrees, through stuff, tiny stuff and far away).
Appearance: (Sorry if picture looks like an anime!)

Hair Colour: Pale blonde when in shallow light, but shines golden when exposed to sunlight and fresh air.
Eye Colour: Pale green, will glitter light lavender when using Ultra-Vision or happy.
Weight: average weight (which I have no idea what is)
Height: 5'4
Personality: Lis is very shy when it comes to meeting new people. But when she warms up to someone, she'll get talkative and friendly. She enjoys Celtic music, peace between people, friendship, trust and hope. She dislikes negative thoughts and noise. When angered or depressed, she tends to scream and shout at small mistakes and fuss over little problems, she would also push away some help offered by friends because she doesn't want to be seen as weak and in need of help.
History: She used to be chatty and open to everyone and anyone but after being dragged ruthlessly out of her own front door, most of the cheery parts of her disappeared and will never return. What made her a mutant was her fantastic eyesight and quick movements that kind of made her look as if she was flying. Once mutated, Lis was introduced to Mahthildis Tele and they became the best of friends and partners. But after Mahthildis died, she was kind of alone yet accompanied. Many people treat her nicely and she considers them as 'friends' because she didn't want herself to sound and look alone.
Death of parents:One day, after returning from a mission, Lis was informed of the bad news that some men were plotting a scheme to kill both her super, filthy rich parents. When she rushed home, there were banging and screeches and loud, high noises all over (that was where she got her dislike for noise). But after twenty terribly long seconds, everything fell silent and Lis's parents were dead.
Death of Mahthildis: (Sorry if this is pretty lame...) Mahthildis died in a mission where the group had to move on and someone had to stay behind-typical, no?-and Mahthildis, sacrificed herself for the group. Thankfully, the mission was a success, even with many losses.
Relationship Status: Was best friends with Mahthildis (deceased), Larry Falcon as father (deceased) and Lia Falcon (deceased) as mother.

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Name: Goes by Blu Swanson. Real name (including last) is confidential.
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Power(s): With a simple touch, Blu can see into a person's past.
Appearance:

Blu is quite a beautiful girl, yet she does not believe it herself. Her light brown hair falls to her mid waist and it sometimes appears blonde when she stands in the sunlight. She's fairly short, only standing at 5'4 and she has clear, fair skin. Her bright eyes are perhaps her most distinct feature. They're so blue they sometimes appear almost purple. Surprisingly, they match perfectly with her hair and skin. Blu is built well with curves in all the right places, however, she has thinned slightly since being on the run. Blu us not the type of person who can be labelled as 'plain' because she is quite the opposite. She's stunning, however, she has lost the motivation to keep herself perfectly pampered since she left home. It matters no more to her.
Home Country: Ireland
History:
Blu was born into a fairly wealthy, high class family in Ireland and she is the youngest of the seven children, her twin brother, Griff included.
The twins were always incredibly close, ever since they were born. Not one has ever wanted to leave the other's side. They have been inseparable since the moment they were born and they are eachothers' best friend. Blu and Griff had an easy childhood, living in a rich family and being brought up in very high standards of living. However, this all changed when they were eight years old.
The two children had been outside playing in their tree house when they heard shouts coming from their home. Out of curiosity, the two children crept close towards the house and peered in through the windows, only to see their family bunched together, guns held to each of their heads. Blu and Griff has no clue what was going on and that was when the first shot was fired. Blue screamed as she saw her father's lifeless body slump to the floor, blood pouring out all around him. Griff, out of protection, grabbed for his sister and clamped a hand over her mouth. He then began running, however, he was shot in the shoulder in the process, slowing the two down. But, both Griff and Blu knew that they had to keep going, otherwise they would die. As they ran further and further from the only home they had ever known, the two of them heard more shots. Five more in total. One for each member of their family.
From that day on, the twins lived alone on the streets, breaking laws and scavenging for food and shelter. Over the years, kind people took them in and told the children that they could stay for as long as they wanted, but Blu and Griff never stayed in one place for longer than a month, making their way across the country and stowing away on trains, boats and planes wherever and whenever they thought necessary.
When Blu and Griff turned 12, they discovered their powers, however, they could not control them. Eventually, the use of their powers tired them out so much they decided it better never to touch anyone but eachother. Their powers were opposites. Blu being able to see into someone's past with a mere touch, Griff seeing into their futures.
The two were found out an chosen for the program and they decided to go along with it because it was a safe house for them.
Personality:
Blu is rather reserved and quiet. She doesn't speak to anyone aside from Griff and she isn't planning on changing that anytime soon. Blu is an incredibly kind hearted person and she would do anything to protect the ones she loves. She's brave like that. She would sacrifice herself if it meant someone she cared about would be saved. Blu is determined and once she sets her mind on something, she won't back down until it is succeeded. Blu has trust issues, for many different reasons and she finds it hard to let others in. Her brother means everything to her and she to him. Blu and Griff have been inseparable ever since they were born and neither will go anywhere without the other. Blu's bond with Griff is unlike any other and it's incredibly special. If one of the two died, or they got separated, the one left living, or both if they got separated would not be able to cope and they will slowly drive themselves to insanity. In a way, it's dangerous. Blu is highly intelligent, however, she does not show it a lot. She's quiet and she's shy, though she doesn't mean to be. It just happens. She doesn't trust anyone besides Griff. Blu is a logical girl and she has long since grown past the stage where she has hopes and dreams. Her life is just too difficult, too complicated. It's incredibly hard to break through Blu's outer shell, but once you do, what you see inside is one of the most lost, insecure and hopeless girls you will ever know. However, once you enter her heart, Blu will do anything in order to protect you and her love is one of the most purest things in the world.
Family:
~ Griff {Twin brother}
~ Father [Name confidential]; deceased
~ Mother [Name confidential]; deceased
~ Three sisters [Names confidential]; deceased
~ Two brothers [Names confidential]; deceased
Other:
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Name: Goes by Griff Swanson. Real name (including last) is confidential.
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Power(s): With a simple touch, Griff can see into a person's future.
Appearance:

Griff is the type of boy who gets looked at twice. He has a sort of natural attractiveness about him that never fails to receive female attention. He has the brightest, most gorgeous green eyes ever seen on a human being, because of the fact that they always change colour in the sunlight. However, their natural colour is forest green, flecked with gold around the pupil. They balance nicely with his dark brown hair. He's not the type of boy who cares for his appearance and he doesn't understand why so many girls seem to notice him. Even after such a long time on the run. He's of an average height for a 15 year old, standing at 5'7 and he has a strongly built body. His skin is naturally tanned, the colour coming from hours spent outside.
Home Country: Ireland
History: See Blu.
Personality:
Griff is the more outgoing of The Twins. He is the type of guy who dwells on his friendships. He's fairly popular, but not in a bad way. He's a super nice guy that only wishes for the best of people, however, he can sometimes be very distrusting of others and doesn't always follow orders. Griff is rebellious, there is no doubt about that, but how could he not be, after everything he has been through in his life. The fact that this is the life he leads angers him a lot, since he just wants to be like every other kid. He absolutely hates his power, sees it as an inconvenience. He cannot touch anyone. He sometimes has violent mood swings and a lot of the time, he fakes a smile to make other people happy, when really, he's breaking apart inside. He's a sensitive kid and can never work out why there are people who don't like him. Griff always feels that he needs everyone to like him, but he doesn't know how to get them to when some just never will. Griff makes out that he's a happy kid, but a lot of the time he just wants to be alone to dwell on his thoughts. He can be dark and distant and times, not knowing what to do with himself, but he has the ability to change his demeanour within an instant. Griff is a caring person, but he doesn't always know how to express his feelings and emotions towards other people. He gets frustrated easily and sometimes feels like he can do nothing right, causing him to become dark and brooding. But, these things are hardly ever shown when he is around other people, because he has a reputation as being that happy, carefree kid everyone likes, when in all honesty, he is quite the opposite. Blu honestly means absolutely everything to Griff and, like Blu, he would do anything - even if it means getting hurt himself - to protect his sister.
Family:
~ Blu {Twin sister}
~ Father [Name confidential]; deceased
~ Mother [Name confidential]; deceased
~ Three sisters [Names confidential]; deceased
~ Two brothers [Names confidential]; deceased
Other:
A common name used for Blu and Griff is The Twins. It's kind of like their title.


"The more you like yourself, the less you are like anyone else, which makes you unique." - Walt Disney
Full Name: Autumn Dawn
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Age: 14
Time/Date/Place Born: •00:00
•13th of November
•Adelaide, Australia
Nationalities:
Austrailian
Mutational Gift/Abilities:
Shifting into any animal.
Appearance:


Hair Colour:

Eye Colour:

Weight: She preferrers to keep it a secret.
Height: Well, she's tall-that's all she knows, anyway, since she's never been measured and can't be bothered doing it.
Personality:

She is sweet and kind, and would do anything for a friend. If she had any, that is. She is a bit unique in her ways, and some people don't like that. But she thinks that uniqueness is essential to a person, and considers herself as a hipster. She is very intelligent, and reads a lot of books. That is where she is most seen, with her head in a book. She also has a huge love for animals. She would help any and every animal if she could.
History: Autumns parents didn't know about her talents when she was born. She lived like that for about 10 years until she turned into a cat momentarily when she was 10. She thought she was a freak, and didn't want to burden her parents with that, so she hitchhiked to a place just outside Melbourne, and lived in a tumbledown shack. 2 years later, the Enigma found her.
Relationship Status: Single


Nickname(s): Belle
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Age:16
Time/Date/Place Born: 7:16/ 4-23-97/unknown
Mutational Gift/Abilities: Shifts into animals, creatures, humans,etc.
Appearance:

Hair Colour: Brown with blond highlights
Eye Colour: Blue
Weight: average
Height: 5'5
Personality: She is very kind and sweet. At first she can be shy. Once she knows you, she'll open up. Annabelle is very caring and loving. She doesn't want anyone to live the way she did. She can be very fierce when she is upset.
History: When she was a baby, her parents were killed in a war. She was found by werewolves who raised her. When their pack got into a battle with another pack, her parents were killed. A couple found her wandering on the streets one day and took her in as their foster child. She was neglected and had over ten foster brothers and sisters. Soon, she ran away from them.
Relationship Status: Single
Full Name: Brielle Moore
Nickname(s): Bri - only to close family members and friends
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Age: 16
Time/Date/Place Born: 12:44 pm / 2nd of July / San Francisco, California
Nationalities: 1/2 American, 1/2 Australian
Mutational Gift/Abilities: Brielle's power is very useful to the Enigma, and because of it she is normally sent on many missions. Her ability is to inflict indestructible force-fields that block mental and physical attacks.
Appearance:

Hair Colour: A silky auburn, with darker strands floating through.
Eye Colour: Green
Weight: 114 lbs
Height: 5'5
Personality: Brielle is cynical, sarcastic and witty- she infuriates people a lot. In this case, the Enigma officials are a bit hesitant to send her along on missions, but her mutation is so powerful, they could not risk leaving her behind. She doesn't get along very well with other Enigma agents, in fact, she tends to stick to mainly socialising with her pet lizard. Bri loves pulling pranks, especially on Frank, the Physical Director. His reactions are absolutely hilarious. She is a jokester, but if the need arises that she must protect the other agents, she will do so with her life. Brielle believes in her job with a passion, and is her top priority over everything else in her life. Maybe except for Nova, her frilled-necked lizard.
History: Brielle came from a picture perfect family, until one day her town was infected by radiation. Luckily, Bri got the good deal of raadiation but she couldn't say the same for her mother. Candice Moore had contracted leukaemia from the radiation, and lays in hospital as Bri attends to the daily life of an Enigma agent. The Pentagon had promised that if she came and worked for them, they would provide everything by all means necessary to help her mother recover and to give Brielle's brother and father a comfortable life.
Relationship Status: N/A
Nickname(s): Bri - only to close family members and friends
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Age: 16
Time/Date/Place Born: 12:44 pm / 2nd of July / San Francisco, California
Nationalities: 1/2 American, 1/2 Australian
Mutational Gift/Abilities: Brielle's power is very useful to the Enigma, and because of it she is normally sent on many missions. Her ability is to inflict indestructible force-fields that block mental and physical attacks.
Appearance:

Hair Colour: A silky auburn, with darker strands floating through.
Eye Colour: Green
Weight: 114 lbs
Height: 5'5
Personality: Brielle is cynical, sarcastic and witty- she infuriates people a lot. In this case, the Enigma officials are a bit hesitant to send her along on missions, but her mutation is so powerful, they could not risk leaving her behind. She doesn't get along very well with other Enigma agents, in fact, she tends to stick to mainly socialising with her pet lizard. Bri loves pulling pranks, especially on Frank, the Physical Director. His reactions are absolutely hilarious. She is a jokester, but if the need arises that she must protect the other agents, she will do so with her life. Brielle believes in her job with a passion, and is her top priority over everything else in her life. Maybe except for Nova, her frilled-necked lizard.
History: Brielle came from a picture perfect family, until one day her town was infected by radiation. Luckily, Bri got the good deal of raadiation but she couldn't say the same for her mother. Candice Moore had contracted leukaemia from the radiation, and lays in hospital as Bri attends to the daily life of an Enigma agent. The Pentagon had promised that if she came and worked for them, they would provide everything by all means necessary to help her mother recover and to give Brielle's brother and father a comfortable life.
Relationship Status: N/A

Nickname: N/A
Gender: Feminine
Sexuality- Heterosexual
Relationship Status~ Currently Single
Age: 20
Place of Birth- Avallon, France
Date of Birth- September 20th, just as the first rays if dawn appeared
Mutational Gift: She's able heal or inflict wounds through touch(she cannot heal herself though, and she's got to know exactly what's wrong with the person (view spoiler) , and any pain she inflicts she inflicts on herself as well), as well as control the growth of plants(she can't cause them to do something extremely unrealistic though, like make them grow where there is no soil or cause them to grow to proportions they they couldn't naturally grow to with time, only either speed up or slow down what would already happen naturally). With such talents she doesn't really go one missions or anything often but rather works as a sort of nurse.
Appearance:

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Nationality- French
Height- 5' 7"
Blood Type- AB Negative
Hair Color- Orange, looking darker and browner at the roots, but progressing to what can really only be described as Crayola orange at the tips. Despite what anyone might believe, this is her natural color.
Eye Color- Pale Gray, slightly darker around the rim of her iris and around her pupil.
Personality:
"I'd be nice if you could please... Nevermind..."
Désirée's extremely shy and hesitant. When put on the spotlight, she'll immediately glance to someone she's familiar with, at least slightly, for support and shrink back. This doesn't go well with the fact that she's a rather clumsy person, and constantly finds herself in awkward positions where she has to explain herself, but can't find the voice to do so. Needless to say, she's not the type of person you want to have running your errands, since she'd likely be unable to find the voice to do them, and if she does, it's likely she'll mess something up
"Um... Pardon me... Excuse me... I- I don't think that's a polite thing to do..."
Désirée is guided entirely by her conscience. She'd never dare do something she believes immoral and helps out anyone she can, no matter the cost to herself. It's not the best way to live, since the risk to her own well-being is great, but Désirée is convinced it's the right way to live and wouldn't change her ways for the world. Generally though, the fact that she cares for everyone and everything pays back. There are very few whose hearts are black enough to harm someone so pure.
"Winding staircase up
debris, and dreams, torn, shredded,
it carries onward."
Though she doesn't share with many, Désirée's a rather passionate poet. Haiku, limericks, odes, she'll write any sort of poem in her spare time. They go in a series of journals she keeps in what Désirée has always considered the greatest hiding spot: Under the bed, in a big, brown box. It may not be the most ultra original place, but it sure gets the job done. The poems cover a variety of subjects, plants, animals, missions, dreams, anything that pops into her mind. Honestly, reading her journals is probably the most accurate way to piece together her history, or at least from the time she began writing them.
Likes-
~Poetry
~Plants and Animals
~Rain
~Swimming
Dislikes-
~Harsh and Discordant Sounds
~Fire
~Being Rude
~Liars
History:
Désirée doesn't really remember any of her history from prior to a few years ago. The American government found her, huddled in a snowy wood, and were able to identify her as one Désirée Angèle Noblet, born in Avallon, France. Beyond that, nothing is know. She still recalls all those sorts of things one would learn in school and other things which she obviously learned through reading or something of the sort, but her history is unknown. Really she had a horrid case of pneumonia at first, and was unconscious for her first few weeks, and jumped at the slightest sounds. Gradually she got used to her new home and joined the Pentagon as a sort of nurse. She found many of the medical terms and such that she was required to learn familiar and easy to learn. Ever since she's kind of blended in, helping out whenever and wherever she can. recently she learned of the Enigma group and transferred here.
Family- Unknown
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Full Name: Grayson Deliwitz
Nickname(s): Gray, Witz
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Age: 18
Time/Date/Place Born: 9:34 am/3rd October/San Francisco, California
Nationalities: 3/4 American and 1/4 Dutch
Mutational Gift/Abilities: Basically, Grayson can control the weather. That includes controlling lightning, rain and tornadoes. His emotions are reflected in the sky above them, whether he is happy, depressed or fuming.
Appearance:

Hair Colour: Dark brown at the roots, blonde at tips and front.
Eye Colour: Grey/Blue
Weight: 180 lbs
Height: 6"2
Personality:
I'm supposed to care... why?
Grayson is quite generally, a cold person. He dislikes the company of others, and can act quite distant and hostile. He comes across at first as a very intimidating person, and anyone in their right mind knows to stay away from him.
'Um, what can I- uh, do?"
People looking for comfort do not normally come to Grayson. But when they do, he finds it extremely hard to say the right things. He is socially awkward, and doesn't know what to do or say in most situations. Girls crying- that's whole another story.
'Leave. Him. Alone.'
Grayson is a bit of a stickler for the underdogs. He will do what he thinks is right, not going over what he was going to do before taking it out. Bullies are in for a nasty surprise, because when Gray is angry, hell is about to rain down on you. He will defend someone with his life, especially if it is a loved one.
'I'm not sure what you are talking about...'
Grayson is an exceptional liar, and can pull off any lie with flying colours. He is fantastic at stalking people, being as silent as a preying panther. He almost never gets in trouble, as he is quick to cover up any evidence left behind.
History:
Grayson's family was not a normal one- his brother suffered from a disease called osteo genesis imperfecta and meant that his bones were extremely breakable and fragile. Their father was an abusive man, and in desperate attempts to save his little brother, Gray took the brunt of the beatings. Every day he would walk to school with bruises, and come back with them. During middle school and high school, he was badly bullied because of his overweight shape. A few years later, he started working himself into the ground with weights, boxing and karate to get rid of his fattening body. Now, he couldn't look any better, complete with a six pack and protruding pectorals. When the radiation hit the little town, Grayson and his father were infected by the radiation- now, his father is one of the most wanted criminals on Earth. That is the main reason he joined the Enigma, to avenge his childhood memories by killing the man who brought him into the world.
Relationship Status: N/A
Nickname(s): Gray, Witz
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Age: 18
Time/Date/Place Born: 9:34 am/3rd October/San Francisco, California
Nationalities: 3/4 American and 1/4 Dutch
Mutational Gift/Abilities: Basically, Grayson can control the weather. That includes controlling lightning, rain and tornadoes. His emotions are reflected in the sky above them, whether he is happy, depressed or fuming.
Appearance:

Hair Colour: Dark brown at the roots, blonde at tips and front.
Eye Colour: Grey/Blue
Weight: 180 lbs
Height: 6"2
Personality:
I'm supposed to care... why?
Grayson is quite generally, a cold person. He dislikes the company of others, and can act quite distant and hostile. He comes across at first as a very intimidating person, and anyone in their right mind knows to stay away from him.
'Um, what can I- uh, do?"
People looking for comfort do not normally come to Grayson. But when they do, he finds it extremely hard to say the right things. He is socially awkward, and doesn't know what to do or say in most situations. Girls crying- that's whole another story.
'Leave. Him. Alone.'
Grayson is a bit of a stickler for the underdogs. He will do what he thinks is right, not going over what he was going to do before taking it out. Bullies are in for a nasty surprise, because when Gray is angry, hell is about to rain down on you. He will defend someone with his life, especially if it is a loved one.
'I'm not sure what you are talking about...'
Grayson is an exceptional liar, and can pull off any lie with flying colours. He is fantastic at stalking people, being as silent as a preying panther. He almost never gets in trouble, as he is quick to cover up any evidence left behind.
History:
Grayson's family was not a normal one- his brother suffered from a disease called osteo genesis imperfecta and meant that his bones were extremely breakable and fragile. Their father was an abusive man, and in desperate attempts to save his little brother, Gray took the brunt of the beatings. Every day he would walk to school with bruises, and come back with them. During middle school and high school, he was badly bullied because of his overweight shape. A few years later, he started working himself into the ground with weights, boxing and karate to get rid of his fattening body. Now, he couldn't look any better, complete with a six pack and protruding pectorals. When the radiation hit the little town, Grayson and his father were infected by the radiation- now, his father is one of the most wanted criminals on Earth. That is the main reason he joined the Enigma, to avenge his childhood memories by killing the man who brought him into the world.
Relationship Status: N/A
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|| ♛ || Morty holds a certain appeal, a certain undead appeal that some people can't get enough of. You'd be surprised how many necrophiliacs there are out there. She has an extremely pale complexion, which she maintains by carrying around an umbrella. Her hair is a similar color as her skin, a milky white blonde in certain lights tipped at the bottom with black. The fine hairs are somewhat curly, and require a lot of grooming to stay in the perfect manner they're usually in. She often grows her hair out because of the seasonal means, but it's kept short otherwise.
Her eyes are incredibly red, blood red really, lined by thick and long lashes. Her lips are a luscious shell pink color that stands out against the rest of her skin, and she has a mole just above it. Her left eye is covered by an eye patch, due to some circumstances in her birth. Her face is heart shaped, and her figure that of a coke bottle, with a bit more finesse at the top. She's full chested, much to her dismay, because of how uncomfortable she feels with people staring at her. She's more towards the short side, standing at a vertically challenged height.
Her voice is deep and sultry, with faint accenting. The accents get deeper with irritation, excitement, or anger. It's a difficult thing to go through, as a person so out of place. She much loves her voice, really, and finds it to be a good asset. However, that would apply if she really gave a flying fuck about seducing people. And, besides, the living aren't as interesting as the dead.
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❝So I stayed in the darkness with you
No dawn, no day, I'm always in this twilight❞
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Mutation: It's an odd one.
Gender: Female
Blood Type: O Positive {O+}
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Relationship Status: Open, but pretty much closed unless you're dead.
Age: Ten-and-eight {18, Eighteen}; October Thirty-First
⊱ Zodiacal symbol: Scorpio (view spoiler)
⊱ Born in Poland
⊱ Ethnical background includes Polish, French, and Armenian
• Hair Colour: Her hair is a similar color as her skin, a milky white blonde in certain lights tipped at the bottom with black. However, in certain lights her hair is slightly darker in color.
• Eye Colour: Her eyes are incredibly red, blood red really. In certain lighting, her eyes can be a deep, dark color. Other times, when it's a brighter setting, her eyes sort of become a hazy gold, mostly because her eyes are, you know, decaying. Her left eye, in particular.
Distinguished Marking(s):
• Threaded Arms and Legs
• Left Eye
• Height: She stands around six feet, although she can't be positive. She has to take into account the drying over skin, which shortens her height as the skin shrivels.
• Weight: The weight is unknown, but she is light. She just needs to work on keeping her limbs on. This also changes with the development of her body, or the deterioration of it. Depends on how she's feeling.

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


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

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

(view spoiler)
NECROMONIAL APPEARANCE
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|| ♛ || Morty holds a certain appeal, a certain undead appeal that some people can't get enough of. You'd be surprised how many necrophiliacs there are out there. She has an extremely pale complexion, which she maintains by carrying around an umbrella. Her hair is a similar color as her skin, a milky white blonde in certain lights tipped at the bottom with black. The fine hairs are somewhat curly, and require a lot of grooming to stay in the perfect manner they're usually in. She often grows her hair out because of the seasonal means, but it's kept short otherwise.
Her eyes are incredibly red, blood red really, lined by thick and long lashes. Her lips are a luscious shell pink color that stands out against the rest of her skin, and she has a mole just above it. Her left eye is covered by an eye patch, due to some circumstances in her birth. Her face is heart shaped, and her figure that of a coke bottle, with a bit more finesse at the top. She's full chested, much to her dismay, because of how uncomfortable she feels with people staring at her. She's more towards the short side, standing at a vertically challenged height.
Her voice is deep and sultry, with faint accenting. The accents get deeper with irritation, excitement, or anger. It's a difficult thing to go through, as a person so out of place. She much loves her voice, really, and finds it to be a good asset. However, that would apply if she really gave a flying fuck about seducing people. And, besides, the living aren't as interesting as the dead.
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❝So I stayed in the darkness with you
No dawn, no day, I'm always in this twilight❞
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Mutation: It's an odd one.
Morticia's mutation allows her to communicate and control the dead. However, since this is an unusual ability that seems to have no real use, she doesn't use it often. And, the only way for it to work is for her to be dead, so if you hadn't guessed it already, she's dead.
Gender: Female
Blood Type: O Positive {O+}
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Relationship Status: Open, but pretty much closed unless you're dead.
Age: Ten-and-eight {18, Eighteen}; October Thirty-First
⊱ Zodiacal symbol: Scorpio (view spoiler)
⊱ Born in Poland
⊱ Ethnical background includes Polish, French, and Armenian
• Hair Colour: Her hair is a similar color as her skin, a milky white blonde in certain lights tipped at the bottom with black. However, in certain lights her hair is slightly darker in color.
• Eye Colour: Her eyes are incredibly red, blood red really. In certain lighting, her eyes can be a deep, dark color. Other times, when it's a brighter setting, her eyes sort of become a hazy gold, mostly because her eyes are, you know, decaying. Her left eye, in particular.
Distinguished Marking(s):
• Threaded Arms and Legs
With a body that's dead, accidents tend to happen often. The nerve endings are still all there, and working perfectly fine, but there are times when they shut down unexpectedly. Morticia has experienced this on a number of occasions, and the results are always missing limbs. She's been trampled over twice, and had a run in with an admirer who'd heard rumors of a girl who's legs had been severed from her body. He had an amour for arms, and if you can guess, decided he'd have hers.
She's had to sew herself together once or twice, both her arms and legs. They still work as they should, the nerve endings having reconnected.
• Left Eye
At birth, Morticia's left eyes wasn't entirely in the socket, or formed. It was found in her mouth, as opposed to where it should've been. It's not exactly an awesome thing to have happen, but they managed to fix it. She has to take it out every now and then for cleaning, but it's mostly kept in a jar. So, she keeps an eye patch over her left eye socket.
• Height: She stands around six feet, although she can't be positive. She has to take into account the drying over skin, which shortens her height as the skin shrivels.
• Weight: The weight is unknown, but she is light. She just needs to work on keeping her limbs on. This also changes with the development of her body, or the deterioration of it. Depends on how she's feeling.

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❝And there's fantasy, there's fallacy, there's tumbling stone
Echoes of a city that's long overgrown❞
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▪▪ ◞sᴋɪʟʟs & ᴀᴛᴛʀɪʙᴜᴛᴇs
❛ STRENGTHS ☇ ♛
• Withstanding Pain:
You see, there are many wonderful things that can happen when you're dead. Nerves shut down, and bowels halt all slowing processes. This would mean that whatever's in your system just goes. This is easy for Morticia, and she's become a master at being dead to the world. When something's already dead, they're not much fun--unless you're gonna do the horizontal tango.
• Knowledge of Anatomy:
Knowing what to hit has to be the biggest advantage over someone, besides being able to hit it. One can be seen as respectfully dangerous if they can name exactly what hurts more than the other parts, 'cause people don't like pain. Under the assumption that the victim is a masochist, then she's pretty good in bed. Otherwise, you might just be bleeding out.
• Cooking:
Morticia is an excellent cook. Though she doesn't actually need to cook for herself, on account of her not needing to eat cooked food, she enjoys the activity. It can get a bit hazardous, as her thread is very quite flammable and has caught on fire a few times.["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>
{Part II}
• Sewing:
When you've had to sew yourself together a multitude of times, you tend to get pretty good at. This is a great asset because being able to stitch a person up can mean the difference between life and death. As much as she would be inclined to grace someone with the afterlife and use their bodies for other purposes, she will in fact save a life. Grudgingly. This skill also enables her to make her own clothing, which comes in handy with her line of work. There isn't a time when something is spilled that she can't just rip the fabric and fix it. It's indeed a useful skill to learn, and can also be entertaining. It works as a good pass time when you're six feet under, and could potentially help you find a dashing young partner who saves you just in time before you nearly walk in the way of a carriage.
• Seeing and Speaking with the Dead:
You know the phrase, I see dead people? Well, Morticia sees them on the daily. This somewhat contributes to the idea of her being "off her rocker," as she can both see and speak to the souls of the deceased. This is a useful task, because you never know what's around the corner. There could be a crook in the cobbling, just waiting to tip you up and make you break your neck! Sometimes, the ghosts aren't as nice she'd like them to be. They can't all be Casper the Friendly Ghost. As much as this is a terrible thing, there are upsides to it: people don't nag and they tend avoid crazy people who talk to air. It's a pleasant, and simple, way to keep people out of your business, unless they pull the "concerned citizen" card. Then, things don't work out all to well.
• Reanimation:
Reanimation is the biggest strength that she has. Bringing a body to life is like creating something extra for protection. The body has no soul, thank the heavens, and no longer feels pain. This means that they would get back up no matter what you did to them. This also means that they won't tire out, due to being dead and all. They are more so zombie-esque, but are always on high alert. The body would maintain the image of the deceased-- as in carry the personality traits with a classy touch of soulless-- and also work on instinct. At times, that would seem like a very bad thing, but it can be helpful. Since the human body is driven more by needs and instinct, they're easier to control. And the greatest instinct is the one propelled towards survival. So, why not listen to the person who keeps you alive?
• Skeletal Formation:
Skeletal formation is really just the forming of objects and creatures using bones. It's a simple technique that can be expanded upon, the way the Graves have. It's like coming armed to a fist fight, and isn't really all that necessary. However, it can come in handy often. They eliminate the need for certain necessities, as you can create workers to do everything for you. It's similar to Reanimation, but at the same time is not. This art is really, quite actually, hard to describe unless seen, and is not often seen on a large scale action.
Speculating on it, Morticia is really quite the useful creature. She'd be more likely to survive a threat than most would think, and could save lives if she felt the need to. Her power is something she takes pride in, though she'd never admit to it. Who would? Most arrogant people die, and stupid people do as well. So where does that leave Morticia?
❛ WEAKNESSES ☇ ♛
• Slow Descent into Madness:
Yes, this is indeed a weakness. When you're dead, see and talk to the dead, and control the dead, you tend to go a bit insane with both the power and the infinite creations. The living forever--possibly-- is also a brain-wrecking thing. The thought of out-living people you know--maybe-- can often times be a bit too much. And, with the haunting, it gets pretty close to insane. However, the thing that tops the cake is Morticia's empathy. Empathy to be explained in Personality
• Heart Failure
You'd think she wouldn't have to worry about this, but she actually does. In case you weren't aware The heart is a hollow muscle that pumps blood throughout the blood vessels by repeated, rhythmic contractions. It is found in all animals with a circulatory system. This is a major artery that contributes to life. Even if Morticia is dead, her heart must still be pumping. Heart Failure is a common killer for Necromancers, and it's how they manage to even maintain a human facade. How it happens is inexplicable, but it does.
• Haunted
This is where the slow decline into insanity occurs for most Necromancers. When they see ghosts, they see and feel those little transparentdicks shits. Since not all of them are kind and friendly, most of them would be angry. As in, majorly pissed. They don't have much of a way of showing it, but those who can see them, feel them, or hear them take the full blow of their anger. Necromancers are exactly what Poltergeists want. They can feel and see them, hear their wails, too. Unfortunately for Morticia, she picked the wrong place to move to.
• Slow Reflexes
When the body is dead, or the nerve ending is dead, pain is delayed or not felt. This condition is similar to leprosy, in which the nerve endings have died and the body is continuing to live without feeling pain. Because of this, Morticia cannot feel pain. You would believe this to be great and dandy, which it can be, but it also slows down reaction times. Slowing down reflexes is like making someone unable to fight. It opens up places for attack, and also delays treatment to any wounds that may occur. The only thing that weighs this out is the missing heart. Since the heart is not there to pump blood, blood loss is slowed down significantly.
• Physical Deterioration
The body is decaying. Simple as that. Since Morticia is dead, her body will deteriorate. However, she keeps it preserved using embalming liquids. This means that she needs to take at least one liter of embalming fluid a month, and that stuff is pricey. It's hard to make, but widely manufactured. That being said, it also messes with the body's natural functions, since the liquid is made for dead as opposed to living and moving bodies.
Along with her strengths, Morticia's weaknesses are just as costly to her. Seeing these makes you slightly more appreciative of life, but also makes you wonder about how alive you are, and how much longer you have left. The last thing Morticia needs is to find herself in a casket again.

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❝And I could hear the thunder and see the lightning crack
All around the world was waking, I never could go back❞
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{Personality}
• Sewing:
When you've had to sew yourself together a multitude of times, you tend to get pretty good at. This is a great asset because being able to stitch a person up can mean the difference between life and death. As much as she would be inclined to grace someone with the afterlife and use their bodies for other purposes, she will in fact save a life. Grudgingly. This skill also enables her to make her own clothing, which comes in handy with her line of work. There isn't a time when something is spilled that she can't just rip the fabric and fix it. It's indeed a useful skill to learn, and can also be entertaining. It works as a good pass time when you're six feet under, and could potentially help you find a dashing young partner who saves you just in time before you nearly walk in the way of a carriage.
• Seeing and Speaking with the Dead:
You know the phrase, I see dead people? Well, Morticia sees them on the daily. This somewhat contributes to the idea of her being "off her rocker," as she can both see and speak to the souls of the deceased. This is a useful task, because you never know what's around the corner. There could be a crook in the cobbling, just waiting to tip you up and make you break your neck! Sometimes, the ghosts aren't as nice she'd like them to be. They can't all be Casper the Friendly Ghost. As much as this is a terrible thing, there are upsides to it: people don't nag and they tend avoid crazy people who talk to air. It's a pleasant, and simple, way to keep people out of your business, unless they pull the "concerned citizen" card. Then, things don't work out all to well.
• Reanimation:
Reanimation is the biggest strength that she has. Bringing a body to life is like creating something extra for protection. The body has no soul, thank the heavens, and no longer feels pain. This means that they would get back up no matter what you did to them. This also means that they won't tire out, due to being dead and all. They are more so zombie-esque, but are always on high alert. The body would maintain the image of the deceased-- as in carry the personality traits with a classy touch of soulless-- and also work on instinct. At times, that would seem like a very bad thing, but it can be helpful. Since the human body is driven more by needs and instinct, they're easier to control. And the greatest instinct is the one propelled towards survival. So, why not listen to the person who keeps you alive?
• Skeletal Formation:
Skeletal formation is really just the forming of objects and creatures using bones. It's a simple technique that can be expanded upon, the way the Graves have. It's like coming armed to a fist fight, and isn't really all that necessary. However, it can come in handy often. They eliminate the need for certain necessities, as you can create workers to do everything for you. It's similar to Reanimation, but at the same time is not. This art is really, quite actually, hard to describe unless seen, and is not often seen on a large scale action.
Speculating on it, Morticia is really quite the useful creature. She'd be more likely to survive a threat than most would think, and could save lives if she felt the need to. Her power is something she takes pride in, though she'd never admit to it. Who would? Most arrogant people die, and stupid people do as well. So where does that leave Morticia?
❛ WEAKNESSES ☇ ♛
• Slow Descent into Madness:
Yes, this is indeed a weakness. When you're dead, see and talk to the dead, and control the dead, you tend to go a bit insane with both the power and the infinite creations. The living forever--possibly-- is also a brain-wrecking thing. The thought of out-living people you know--maybe-- can often times be a bit too much. And, with the haunting, it gets pretty close to insane. However, the thing that tops the cake is Morticia's empathy. Empathy to be explained in Personality
• Heart Failure
You'd think she wouldn't have to worry about this, but she actually does. In case you weren't aware The heart is a hollow muscle that pumps blood throughout the blood vessels by repeated, rhythmic contractions. It is found in all animals with a circulatory system. This is a major artery that contributes to life. Even if Morticia is dead, her heart must still be pumping. Heart Failure is a common killer for Necromancers, and it's how they manage to even maintain a human facade. How it happens is inexplicable, but it does.
• Haunted
This is where the slow decline into insanity occurs for most Necromancers. When they see ghosts, they see and feel those little transparent
• Slow Reflexes
When the body is dead, or the nerve ending is dead, pain is delayed or not felt. This condition is similar to leprosy, in which the nerve endings have died and the body is continuing to live without feeling pain. Because of this, Morticia cannot feel pain. You would believe this to be great and dandy, which it can be, but it also slows down reaction times. Slowing down reflexes is like making someone unable to fight. It opens up places for attack, and also delays treatment to any wounds that may occur. The only thing that weighs this out is the missing heart. Since the heart is not there to pump blood, blood loss is slowed down significantly.
• Physical Deterioration
The body is decaying. Simple as that. Since Morticia is dead, her body will deteriorate. However, she keeps it preserved using embalming liquids. This means that she needs to take at least one liter of embalming fluid a month, and that stuff is pricey. It's hard to make, but widely manufactured. That being said, it also messes with the body's natural functions, since the liquid is made for dead as opposed to living and moving bodies.
Along with her strengths, Morticia's weaknesses are just as costly to her. Seeing these makes you slightly more appreciative of life, but also makes you wonder about how alive you are, and how much longer you have left. The last thing Morticia needs is to find herself in a casket again.

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❝And I could hear the thunder and see the lightning crack
All around the world was waking, I never could go back❞
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{Personality}
Trait 1: Emotional Detachment
Trait 2: Confrontational
Trait 3: Perverse
Trait 4: Intimidating
Trait 5: Straight-forward
Trait 6: Curious
Trait 7: Empathetic
Them Bones, Them Bones
Morticia is an interesting person to be around. She's an extremely empathetic soul. Her imagination is so very vast, and she can easily put herself in the place of others. It's to the point where she's borderline insane. She's analytic as well, and sometimes severs emotionally connections to those around her. When she is up to being socially and invested in relationships, she becomes a pillar of perverse conversation. Profanity is her game, and dirty jokes give her fame. Along with her intense imagination, she brings with her a dark sort of humor. She's very superstitious, and in that sense, has a deep fascination with birds. It could possibly be her softest side, as well as her love for children. She believes that there is a God, but that she is the sole creator of the universe. She won't hesitate to jump you if you try to contradict her.
Emotional Investment 101
Emotional connections other than familial ties? You needs those! Morticia is very guarded against emotional connections, and is resistant to attempts at friendship. It's not that she doesn't want them, but mostly that she's not the best with the living. She's had to deal with the dead for most of her life, and such has made her social interactions difficult and stiff. She does wish that there would be someone who at least tried to be friendly with her. It'd take some work, though. And a lot of time, and maybe a few deaths.
It's time to take things outside
Morticia can be very confrontational. She holds her opinions high, and everyone else's can go somewhere else. It's not that they're unimportant, she just doesn't care what people have to say. Again, she's used to being around people that don't speak, because they can't. The silence provided by the dead is a welcome comfort to her being so quick to take someone out. Unfortunately, this doesn't help her social skills any. You can only imagine how many friends she has with her interactions.
Is it true you fondle corpses?
If you can manage to capture her attention, you can get Morticia to actually speak with you without it being because of an unintentional insult. She's a potty mouthed young lady, with language worse than a sailor. Her family sees this as an endearing quality, but they're a bunch of twisted fucks, so that doesn't count. Prospective mates? They don't like it so much. Nor do they like how she tends to say things regarding intercourse in such an open manner. No one likes that. However, her biggest perversity is her open Necrophilia. She likes the dead things in life, a little more than she should. So, it's not unusual for her to get questions like, Is it true you fondle corpses? And, the answer is yes, she has. But that a phase that she grew out of, shortly before relocating herself.
Do I frighten you?
Morticia can be very intimidating. She gives off an air of anger, and when you see her in action, she can be pretty scary. This isn't the trait that she's most fond of, as it tends to push people away. Despite her inclination towards the dead, she does enjoy interacting with the living, and being an intimidating person doesn't often allow her to get said interactions. The eye patch does no help with this, either, as most would view her as some sort of villainous character. To speak truthfully, she's quite the opposite. But, not many people seem to be bale to get past the intimidating factor. If they do, it's usually to challenge her, and that leads to her confrontational nature kicking in and starting something the other participant might not be able to finish, or live through.
Down to business
Morticia doesn't like to beat around the bush. She goes in for the kill--figuratively, most of the time-- without hesitation. This is like speaking one's mind, but not really. She may tend to voice her opposition to something a complete stranger says or does, but she doesn't do it much. Unless it's something that vexes her greatly and she has to get it off her chest. When she has something to ask of people, she doesn't try to butter them up, but just asks. Most people see it as her being forceful, but it's actually better manners than you'd think. When she speaks wit a person, she also won't hesitate to tell them to do a multitude of things to leave her alone. That being said, she can be kinda annoying with how straight-forward she is.
What killed the cat? Stupidity.
Morticia is a curious creature, indeed. She likes to poke and prod things, not people, and see how they work. Said quality can make her slightly annoying, because once she finds something interesting, she will take liberties in thoroughly educating herself in the matter. This could be a
{Part III}
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❝And in the spring I shed my skin
And it blows away with the changing wind
The waters turn from blue to red❞
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❛ Likes ☇ ♛
• Necrophilia:
This is to be expected, and if you didn't see earlier, Morticia likes the dead things of life. Needless to say, she prefers these out of anything else. She's had to deal with them on a daily basis, and she's perfectly fine with that. She loves how the silence is like a conversation with them. You can tell a story with what you see before you, even if they're just little details. It's the best thing in the world, and sometimes people are better off in death than they are in life. Besides that, they make better company when you're feeling down and need to talk to someone.
• Nyctophilia:
Morticia loves the night. It holds all kinds of things. There can be danger and mystery, or maybe even romance to it. It's a very sentimental time for her, and she prefers to be out at this time. When the moon rises, the air is cooler and different characters come out to play. She finds this to be more interesting than the mundane, vain leftovers in the day time.
• Pediophilia:
No, this is not the love of little children. That, my confused friend, would be Pedophilia. This is entirely different. This philia is the love of dolls. It's an unusual past time, but Morticia loves to make dolls. This is actually passed down through her family, this skill, and there are a few creatures who are forever grateful for the little shops they set up for this. However, these dolls are human. They've been gutted and "dolled up" to look just right. The process between life and death, is more so a secret than you really know.
• Nemophilia:
This is her love of the woods. Morticia believes that you can find anything in the woods. If she had her way, she would live in a forest and never leave, but alas, civilization calls to her still. She thinks that the forest is where everything happens, every thing lives and dies in the nature of the trees. This is a liking that she'd had as a child, taking a plethora of walks in the calm silence of the trees. Many a time she had happened upon a dying creature, and taken it home to be revived. The forest is indeed filled with marvelous wonders in her eyes.
• Arachnophilia and Ornithophilia:
Spiders ad birds interest Morticia greatly. She can't get enough of them, and does just about everything possible to have one or the other around, sometimes both. She sees them are greater than the many other creatures around her, although they don't quite compare to the dead. To top things off, they often lead her to the dead. Package deal, right? You could say that her interests are a bit..perverse, but they're just part of her. No need for anyone to get their knickers in a bunch because she knows how to find spider colonies, and every bird call there is to know.
❛ Dislikes ☇ ♛
• Fire:
Fire can do a lot of damage when given the chance. It often times is what destroys a body to the point of corrupting every molecule with far too much oxygen than needed. It's a destructive force that can potentially end her life, er, undeadliness. It's also a means to destroy the things that she loves, and she won't tolerate it. Fire is most definitely not a friend of hers.
• Humans:
As much as it may be part of her job to kill them, she doesn't particularly like them. They annoy her greatly, and she wants nothing more than to see them all dead. Yes, they can make pretty corpses, but that's besides the point. What she doesn't like is the way they live their lives. They take too many things for granted, and it gets on her nerves. They don't treasure much of anything, unless they're one of the smart ones. Otherwise, they won't last long in her presence.
• Assumptions:
She hates 'em. Just can't stand it when people make assumptions to where she's form or what she does. They also seem to assume that she's not a good person based on her appearance. It's all fine and dandy until they actually accuse her of something. It leaves her seething with anger, and you really don't want that, trust me.

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❝Would you like to hear a story, fit for the dead?❞
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❝Mother Mine, Father Mine, I Do Believe It To Be Time❞
Before you can come to understand Morticia's history, you have to come to understand the Graves' family history. They have a peculiar history to look at, and must be handled delicately. It's terribly dreary, and riddled with enough tears to make the sweet perfume of sorrow to last a life time. To start, we must look into the life of the parents. The respective donors who created the magnificent Graves children:
Morgue Anne Cadviere and Decay Hemmorage Graves.
Morgue Anne was an only child in a family of undertakers. They traversed the globe in search of the prettiest corpses, the men in the family did. Among those many decaying brides was her mother. She was often falling to pieces, long before Morgue Anne was born. Her father did his best to patch her up nicely, just long enough for the sweet child to be born. When the labor was done, so was her mother.
Her father took her with him to many different places he needed to go. She grew to be a beautifully fair maiden, hair a red that had the shadings of black and skin a fair peach complexion. She was the most beautiful girl, where ever she went. She drew eyes and attention from just about everyone. What they were unaware of was the emotional abuse given to her by her father, as well as the physical. The cost having a necrophile and a corpse for parents is the knowledge you are given of how easily death comes. She spent her years of life with her father in constant fear of what he might do next.
Her only relief was the calming push of a needle through fabric. She handled the clothing for the corpses. She took her time to enjoy the simple craft, making a number of useful things that she still keeps. They've been passed down to Morticia, of course. However, her father was not so keen on such an action. He wanted his daughter to go out and marry a man who'd have her live a long life. He thought she had no need for such things.
Over the course of a year, she met with more suitors than she could count on her fingers. Whatever her father didn't like, as they were all human, he killed. There were a couple that Morgue Anne was more than happy see die. However, the worst one was the one her father loved the most. His name was of no relevance to her, because all she heard out of his mouth was Douchebag.
Her father happily accepted the young man, but Morgue Anne was more so reluctant to let him into her life. Without a mother, she didn't exactly have all the proper mannerisms that a lady needed in those times. Her fiancee was more than happy to point that out when he wanted to feel better about himself. He used terms so derogatory, I won't even bother to repeat them. Being a timid young lady, Morgue Anne did nothing but take the brunt.
But she snapped when he insulted her father.
She brutally murdered said fiancee, gutting him like cattle. That being said, it took her not very long to have the young man bleed out, but she wouldn't let it end at that. After slitting both his wrists and throat, she made sure to cut along the major blood veins. She wasn't so much excited by the sight of blood than she was to have killed the man. Her father, unfortunately for her, came in at just the wrong moment.
His anger was thrown at her full force, and she fought back. The end was result was her crying pitiful tears of dismay over the slowly cooling corpse that was once her father.

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❝Papa, Papa, tell me more❞
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❝Słodkie Dziecko, my story is not for the ears of a child❞
Morticia's father was another story cannot contrast from her mother's. He was born into a large family of children, but was left with two when the hunters first left their mark. They say the hardest thing a parent has to do is bury their child, but it's equally as hard for the other way around. Decay lost his father that an early age. The elder Graves had passed down the trade to his son: doll making.
These dolls came in different complexions, ages, and sizes. There was no discrimination when it came to choosing the right one, because there was no right one. They chose only who they thought to be suitable for the job, or was of the right time to go. Being a Graves has slightly more perks than one would think. Being able to smell when someone is close to death is among them. They chose only those who had not much time left to go, and made them the prettiest dolls to see.["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>
wonderful trait if used outside of her mannerism. Plenty of people have given her cold looks, or called her out for poking at something that think she shouldn't. She, however, carefully disregards them and moves on with her life. Er, undeadness.
Mind of a lion, soul of a lamb
(view spoiler) Being empathetic is usually something you'd like to see from someone, but it can be dangerous. In Morticia's case, it is. She can place herself in the mindset of just about anyone, and often rejects interaction because of it. it brings her to the point of being borderline insane, with slight traces of a multiple personality disorder. This hasn't been taken note of, as the severing of emotional connections usually does the trick. Otherwise, she's open to being changed--drastically.
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❝And in the spring I shed my skin
And it blows away with the changing wind
The waters turn from blue to red❞
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❛ Likes ☇ ♛
• Necrophilia:
This is to be expected, and if you didn't see earlier, Morticia likes the dead things of life. Needless to say, she prefers these out of anything else. She's had to deal with them on a daily basis, and she's perfectly fine with that. She loves how the silence is like a conversation with them. You can tell a story with what you see before you, even if they're just little details. It's the best thing in the world, and sometimes people are better off in death than they are in life. Besides that, they make better company when you're feeling down and need to talk to someone.
• Nyctophilia:
Morticia loves the night. It holds all kinds of things. There can be danger and mystery, or maybe even romance to it. It's a very sentimental time for her, and she prefers to be out at this time. When the moon rises, the air is cooler and different characters come out to play. She finds this to be more interesting than the mundane, vain leftovers in the day time.
• Pediophilia:
No, this is not the love of little children. That, my confused friend, would be Pedophilia. This is entirely different. This philia is the love of dolls. It's an unusual past time, but Morticia loves to make dolls. This is actually passed down through her family, this skill, and there are a few creatures who are forever grateful for the little shops they set up for this. However, these dolls are human. They've been gutted and "dolled up" to look just right. The process between life and death, is more so a secret than you really know.
• Nemophilia:
This is her love of the woods. Morticia believes that you can find anything in the woods. If she had her way, she would live in a forest and never leave, but alas, civilization calls to her still. She thinks that the forest is where everything happens, every thing lives and dies in the nature of the trees. This is a liking that she'd had as a child, taking a plethora of walks in the calm silence of the trees. Many a time she had happened upon a dying creature, and taken it home to be revived. The forest is indeed filled with marvelous wonders in her eyes.
• Arachnophilia and Ornithophilia:
Spiders ad birds interest Morticia greatly. She can't get enough of them, and does just about everything possible to have one or the other around, sometimes both. She sees them are greater than the many other creatures around her, although they don't quite compare to the dead. To top things off, they often lead her to the dead. Package deal, right? You could say that her interests are a bit..perverse, but they're just part of her. No need for anyone to get their knickers in a bunch because she knows how to find spider colonies, and every bird call there is to know.
❛ Dislikes ☇ ♛
• Fire:
Fire can do a lot of damage when given the chance. It often times is what destroys a body to the point of corrupting every molecule with far too much oxygen than needed. It's a destructive force that can potentially end her life, er, undeadliness. It's also a means to destroy the things that she loves, and she won't tolerate it. Fire is most definitely not a friend of hers.
• Humans:
As much as it may be part of her job to kill them, she doesn't particularly like them. They annoy her greatly, and she wants nothing more than to see them all dead. Yes, they can make pretty corpses, but that's besides the point. What she doesn't like is the way they live their lives. They take too many things for granted, and it gets on her nerves. They don't treasure much of anything, unless they're one of the smart ones. Otherwise, they won't last long in her presence.
• Assumptions:
She hates 'em. Just can't stand it when people make assumptions to where she's form or what she does. They also seem to assume that she's not a good person based on her appearance. It's all fine and dandy until they actually accuse her of something. It leaves her seething with anger, and you really don't want that, trust me.

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❝Would you like to hear a story, fit for the dead?❞
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❝Mother Mine, Father Mine, I Do Believe It To Be Time❞
Before you can come to understand Morticia's history, you have to come to understand the Graves' family history. They have a peculiar history to look at, and must be handled delicately. It's terribly dreary, and riddled with enough tears to make the sweet perfume of sorrow to last a life time. To start, we must look into the life of the parents. The respective donors who created the magnificent Graves children:
Morgue Anne Cadviere and Decay Hemmorage Graves.
Morgue Anne was an only child in a family of undertakers. They traversed the globe in search of the prettiest corpses, the men in the family did. Among those many decaying brides was her mother. She was often falling to pieces, long before Morgue Anne was born. Her father did his best to patch her up nicely, just long enough for the sweet child to be born. When the labor was done, so was her mother.
Her father took her with him to many different places he needed to go. She grew to be a beautifully fair maiden, hair a red that had the shadings of black and skin a fair peach complexion. She was the most beautiful girl, where ever she went. She drew eyes and attention from just about everyone. What they were unaware of was the emotional abuse given to her by her father, as well as the physical. The cost having a necrophile and a corpse for parents is the knowledge you are given of how easily death comes. She spent her years of life with her father in constant fear of what he might do next.
Her only relief was the calming push of a needle through fabric. She handled the clothing for the corpses. She took her time to enjoy the simple craft, making a number of useful things that she still keeps. They've been passed down to Morticia, of course. However, her father was not so keen on such an action. He wanted his daughter to go out and marry a man who'd have her live a long life. He thought she had no need for such things.
Over the course of a year, she met with more suitors than she could count on her fingers. Whatever her father didn't like, as they were all human, he killed. There were a couple that Morgue Anne was more than happy see die. However, the worst one was the one her father loved the most. His name was of no relevance to her, because all she heard out of his mouth was Douchebag.
Her father happily accepted the young man, but Morgue Anne was more so reluctant to let him into her life. Without a mother, she didn't exactly have all the proper mannerisms that a lady needed in those times. Her fiancee was more than happy to point that out when he wanted to feel better about himself. He used terms so derogatory, I won't even bother to repeat them. Being a timid young lady, Morgue Anne did nothing but take the brunt.
But she snapped when he insulted her father.
She brutally murdered said fiancee, gutting him like cattle. That being said, it took her not very long to have the young man bleed out, but she wouldn't let it end at that. After slitting both his wrists and throat, she made sure to cut along the major blood veins. She wasn't so much excited by the sight of blood than she was to have killed the man. Her father, unfortunately for her, came in at just the wrong moment.
His anger was thrown at her full force, and she fought back. The end was result was her crying pitiful tears of dismay over the slowly cooling corpse that was once her father.

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❝Papa, Papa, tell me more❞
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❝Słodkie Dziecko, my story is not for the ears of a child❞
Morticia's father was another story cannot contrast from her mother's. He was born into a large family of children, but was left with two when the hunters first left their mark. They say the hardest thing a parent has to do is bury their child, but it's equally as hard for the other way around. Decay lost his father that an early age. The elder Graves had passed down the trade to his son: doll making.
These dolls came in different complexions, ages, and sizes. There was no discrimination when it came to choosing the right one, because there was no right one. They chose only who they thought to be suitable for the job, or was of the right time to go. Being a Graves has slightly more perks than one would think. Being able to smell when someone is close to death is among them. They chose only those who had not much time left to go, and made them the prettiest dolls to see.["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>
{Part IV}
These dolls were, of course, humans.
That being said, both Decay and his father were wanted serial killers, with a woman who was very pregnant with octuplets. Decay's mother happened to give birth to said children while in imprisonment, but that's a story for another time. Any who, Decay had a knack for luring the ladies in. It was his best point in the job, other than the actual gutting that had to occur.
(view spoiler)
One evening, the night his father died, he convinced a woman to walk to the shadowy parts of an alley, offering her many things. What waited for him, and later his father, was an ambush. The code for the Graves was to never stay in one place for too long, and this time they'd stayed for two weeks. An happening such as this was unheard of, and would remain that way.
Getting back to the ambush, his father was killed, more so concerned with protecting his fifteen year old son than his own life. He let himself be beaten to death by the angry townsfolk. Decay would have had the same thing happen to him, had he not run at the dying command of his father.
A single law passed through the mystical Gypsy community was to never bring family back. The action would be far too dangerous, and the consequences would be dire. To break this law was to die at the hands of the person you'd raised, and turn them into a demon.
That was not the life Decay wanted for his father, or the sorrow he wanted his mother to live with.
From that day on, Decay carried out his process a little differently. It was close to terrifying, the way he proceeded to do so. He cut them down like livestock, but once they were dead he treated them like they were royalty. He carried this spite for humans down to his daughter and son, Morticia and Petrus.
His siblings were handfuls, but his mother was worse in the months to come.
With two unstable minds spiraling into a downwards spiral, you can only imagine what could happen. His mother hung herself two years after his father's death, leaving him and his siblings on the street. Two of the eight toddlers contacted a common disease in the area, and died two weeks afterwards. The remaining six stuck close to Decay, as he was the only family they had left.
As the years passed and his sibling grew older, they were able to continue the family business. They set up shop in a single area, this one more populated with their kind. The decision had been right, and in this situation they prospered.
Or, at least they thought they did.
They were fooled by the illusion of community. The humans had caught on, and the Gypsies did nothing. The children scattered like rats off a sinking ship, and they lost contact for many years. Having already lost most of his family, the instability that was his mind crumbled.
He spent a better deal of a week slaughtering the whole town.
(view spoiler)

The story of how these two potentially insane characters is also for another time, but now that you understand what it is that affects them as parents.
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❝Oh, is it my turn now? Let me say that I do not have such heartbreak. I was not gifted the right to love just yet, and I am still in need of a prospective partner. Just let me know once I have told my story so far.❞
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❝It's Good to be Dead❞
Being born a with further up abilities can do a number of things to you. For one, you're in the dark for hours, unable to see a thing as your eyes come back to life. However, when your eye ends up in your mouth, things are slightly different. It's so much more trippy to be bale to see out of your right eye and have complete darkness where your left eyes should be. Morticia's parents were unconcerned by that development, and found it to be just an endearing trait. Her older brother Petrus, six years her senior, thought otherwise.
Morticia spent the first few hours of her life having an eye removed from the roof of her mouth. Unlike most children, she calmly allowed the doctor to remove it. It was placed in a jar, staring back at her somewhat lovingly. The first sound to leave her mouth was a giggle, more so a gurgle of happiness.
This development was nothing in the many mangled limbs she'd have to face later on in life.
At the age of three, she discovered her liking for the night. She ran about catching fireflies one summer evening. Time ran away from her as she enjoyed her play of capturing the tiny insects and watching them glow in her small hands. Her parents were, again, unconcerned about leaving her out by herself. The moon was high over head when she realized how dark it was. A grin broke out onto her face, making her chubby cheek pucker out with dimples. She also discovered her love for spiders and birds in this manner, but that is to be gotten into later.
Shortly after that incident, her mother began teaching her to sew. The little activity was their way of bonding, other than when she was taught how to use her powers correctly. This skill was later put to use making dresses for her dolls. She became an expert at the task, quickly being able to do the most complex threading by the time she was six. Her slender fingers were of much help to her, along with the prompting of her mother, father, and elder brother.
The next event to happen was far more intriguing. This was her first corpse. She'd never seen one larger than a bird, and seeing a human was something she'd wanted. Her father had often spoke vehemently against them, and she had wanted to see how dangerous these creatures were. When her father pulled out the thin, bleeding young man, she saw exactly what her father and mother did.
Vermin.
This would only be the beginning of her boiling hatred for humans, and if anything, a prelude to her testament of ravishing human men.
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❝‘Cause you’re a hard soul to save,
With an ocean in the way,
But I’ll get around it.❞
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❝Arms and Legs❞
When Morticia reached the age of fifteen, puberty had already worked its magic on her body. She was a beautiful young girl, without the proper mannerisms to be a lady, and widely sought out. Necrophiliacs were apparently quite common in that time, go figure. She didn't enjoy the attention, and wanted nothing more than to gouge every last one of their eyes out so they'd stop looking at her.
That was the last thing she needed.
She managed to get away from a particularly aggressive suitor, one night, and was heading home. What she hadn't been paying attention to was the carriage coming right at her as she turned a corner. Her dress, curse the damn things, caught onto the edge of the carriage and it dragged her a good ten miles out of town. Her legs had gotten tangled in the wheels, and were a broken mess of limb caught in the axle of the wheel. The driver was the only witness to her pulling herself from her legs. They had been severed from her thighs down, and she was bleeding terribly at this point.
However, the bleeding wasn't as bad as the driver had ever seen. What horrified him was the way she crawled back over to where her legs were hanging on the spokes of the wheel. Removing them carefully, she lined both back up in their rightful spots. She pulled out a needle and thread from her scalp, which looked to be very painful. If it was, the driver certainly hadn't seen it on her face. He nearly retched out the food he'd eaten at a tavern in town as she sewed her legs back on carefully.
It was a tricky business, but she was standing after a minute or so. With a stern warning and glare to the driver, she went on her way. (view spoiler) This was only the prologue to similar instances, including a rendezvous with a serial killer with a fetish for arms. He'd heard the stories and wanted to utilize them to the fullest extent.
This said serial killer approached her the same way that the other men did, but with more finesse: he bought her flowers. Something so simple isn't very significant, but when those flowers are dead, things get interesting. He was charming as well, and that worked in his favor. She was still naive to ways of men, and gladly accepted his proposal after a few months of his pursuit. That must have been what turned him off to the game, because he then tried what had planned to do from the very beginning: take her arms.
She was more than just a little unhappy to wake up and find that her arms were strewn over a drunk man, who was quite vigorously having a one man love session. She still had a bit of affection for him, so rather than kill him, she knocked him out cold. That was one wet dream he'd be sure to remember, of course.
She sewed her arms back on and moved the hell out. No way was she going to have to do that again, repeatedly.
No.

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❝‘Cause she’s a cruel mistress
And a bargain must be made❞
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❝Over the Love❞
Morticia returned home shortly after the fiasco of the serial killer, only to leave again when she feared for her parents. Well, more so concern than fear. She thought that he would come back to their home looking for Morty, so she packed up and went elsewhere. She didn't, however, leave until she was thoroughly educated in her species and well versed in the art of necromancy. She excelled at it, as her brother had before her. Petrus went with her as she left.
Now she's here, after separating with her brother.
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❝Are you--are you sleeping? How about you die tonight? Yes, that sounds like a plan to me❞
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These dolls were, of course, humans.
That being said, both Decay and his father were wanted serial killers, with a woman who was very pregnant with octuplets. Decay's mother happened to give birth to said children while in imprisonment, but that's a story for another time. Any who, Decay had a knack for luring the ladies in. It was his best point in the job, other than the actual gutting that had to occur.
(view spoiler)
One evening, the night his father died, he convinced a woman to walk to the shadowy parts of an alley, offering her many things. What waited for him, and later his father, was an ambush. The code for the Graves was to never stay in one place for too long, and this time they'd stayed for two weeks. An happening such as this was unheard of, and would remain that way.
Getting back to the ambush, his father was killed, more so concerned with protecting his fifteen year old son than his own life. He let himself be beaten to death by the angry townsfolk. Decay would have had the same thing happen to him, had he not run at the dying command of his father.
A single law passed through the mystical Gypsy community was to never bring family back. The action would be far too dangerous, and the consequences would be dire. To break this law was to die at the hands of the person you'd raised, and turn them into a demon.
That was not the life Decay wanted for his father, or the sorrow he wanted his mother to live with.
From that day on, Decay carried out his process a little differently. It was close to terrifying, the way he proceeded to do so. He cut them down like livestock, but once they were dead he treated them like they were royalty. He carried this spite for humans down to his daughter and son, Morticia and Petrus.
His siblings were handfuls, but his mother was worse in the months to come.
With two unstable minds spiraling into a downwards spiral, you can only imagine what could happen. His mother hung herself two years after his father's death, leaving him and his siblings on the street. Two of the eight toddlers contacted a common disease in the area, and died two weeks afterwards. The remaining six stuck close to Decay, as he was the only family they had left.
As the years passed and his sibling grew older, they were able to continue the family business. They set up shop in a single area, this one more populated with their kind. The decision had been right, and in this situation they prospered.
Or, at least they thought they did.
They were fooled by the illusion of community. The humans had caught on, and the Gypsies did nothing. The children scattered like rats off a sinking ship, and they lost contact for many years. Having already lost most of his family, the instability that was his mind crumbled.
He spent a better deal of a week slaughtering the whole town.
(view spoiler)

The story of how these two potentially insane characters is also for another time, but now that you understand what it is that affects them as parents.
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❝Oh, is it my turn now? Let me say that I do not have such heartbreak. I was not gifted the right to love just yet, and I am still in need of a prospective partner. Just let me know once I have told my story so far.❞
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❝It's Good to be Dead❞
Being born a with further up abilities can do a number of things to you. For one, you're in the dark for hours, unable to see a thing as your eyes come back to life. However, when your eye ends up in your mouth, things are slightly different. It's so much more trippy to be bale to see out of your right eye and have complete darkness where your left eyes should be. Morticia's parents were unconcerned by that development, and found it to be just an endearing trait. Her older brother Petrus, six years her senior, thought otherwise.
Morticia spent the first few hours of her life having an eye removed from the roof of her mouth. Unlike most children, she calmly allowed the doctor to remove it. It was placed in a jar, staring back at her somewhat lovingly. The first sound to leave her mouth was a giggle, more so a gurgle of happiness.
This development was nothing in the many mangled limbs she'd have to face later on in life.
At the age of three, she discovered her liking for the night. She ran about catching fireflies one summer evening. Time ran away from her as she enjoyed her play of capturing the tiny insects and watching them glow in her small hands. Her parents were, again, unconcerned about leaving her out by herself. The moon was high over head when she realized how dark it was. A grin broke out onto her face, making her chubby cheek pucker out with dimples. She also discovered her love for spiders and birds in this manner, but that is to be gotten into later.
Shortly after that incident, her mother began teaching her to sew. The little activity was their way of bonding, other than when she was taught how to use her powers correctly. This skill was later put to use making dresses for her dolls. She became an expert at the task, quickly being able to do the most complex threading by the time she was six. Her slender fingers were of much help to her, along with the prompting of her mother, father, and elder brother.
The next event to happen was far more intriguing. This was her first corpse. She'd never seen one larger than a bird, and seeing a human was something she'd wanted. Her father had often spoke vehemently against them, and she had wanted to see how dangerous these creatures were. When her father pulled out the thin, bleeding young man, she saw exactly what her father and mother did.
Vermin.
This would only be the beginning of her boiling hatred for humans, and if anything, a prelude to her testament of ravishing human men.
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❝‘Cause you’re a hard soul to save,
With an ocean in the way,
But I’ll get around it.❞
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❝Arms and Legs❞
When Morticia reached the age of fifteen, puberty had already worked its magic on her body. She was a beautiful young girl, without the proper mannerisms to be a lady, and widely sought out. Necrophiliacs were apparently quite common in that time, go figure. She didn't enjoy the attention, and wanted nothing more than to gouge every last one of their eyes out so they'd stop looking at her.
That was the last thing she needed.
She managed to get away from a particularly aggressive suitor, one night, and was heading home. What she hadn't been paying attention to was the carriage coming right at her as she turned a corner. Her dress, curse the damn things, caught onto the edge of the carriage and it dragged her a good ten miles out of town. Her legs had gotten tangled in the wheels, and were a broken mess of limb caught in the axle of the wheel. The driver was the only witness to her pulling herself from her legs. They had been severed from her thighs down, and she was bleeding terribly at this point.
However, the bleeding wasn't as bad as the driver had ever seen. What horrified him was the way she crawled back over to where her legs were hanging on the spokes of the wheel. Removing them carefully, she lined both back up in their rightful spots. She pulled out a needle and thread from her scalp, which looked to be very painful. If it was, the driver certainly hadn't seen it on her face. He nearly retched out the food he'd eaten at a tavern in town as she sewed her legs back on carefully.
It was a tricky business, but she was standing after a minute or so. With a stern warning and glare to the driver, she went on her way. (view spoiler) This was only the prologue to similar instances, including a rendezvous with a serial killer with a fetish for arms. He'd heard the stories and wanted to utilize them to the fullest extent.
This said serial killer approached her the same way that the other men did, but with more finesse: he bought her flowers. Something so simple isn't very significant, but when those flowers are dead, things get interesting. He was charming as well, and that worked in his favor. She was still naive to ways of men, and gladly accepted his proposal after a few months of his pursuit. That must have been what turned him off to the game, because he then tried what had planned to do from the very beginning: take her arms.
She was more than just a little unhappy to wake up and find that her arms were strewn over a drunk man, who was quite vigorously having a one man love session. She still had a bit of affection for him, so rather than kill him, she knocked him out cold. That was one wet dream he'd be sure to remember, of course.
She sewed her arms back on and moved the hell out. No way was she going to have to do that again, repeatedly.
No.

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❝‘Cause she’s a cruel mistress
And a bargain must be made❞
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❝Over the Love❞
Morticia returned home shortly after the fiasco of the serial killer, only to leave again when she feared for her parents. Well, more so concern than fear. She thought that he would come back to their home looking for Morty, so she packed up and went elsewhere. She didn't, however, leave until she was thoroughly educated in her species and well versed in the art of necromancy. She excelled at it, as her brother had before her. Petrus went with her as she left.
Now she's here, after separating with her brother.
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❝Are you--are you sleeping? How about you die tonight? Yes, that sounds like a plan to me❞


Shukura Laiou
Nickname(s):
Kura, Kiri
Gender: female
Sexuality: Heterosexual (straight)
Age: 16
Time/Date/Place Born:
12:00 June, 16th 1997 Egypt.
Nationalities: she's Egyptian. (That's all she knows)
Mutational Gift/Abilities:
the ability to control mostly anything with her mind, (includes moving things, controlling someone's else's mind communicating through thoughts, causing things to change.... (ie make a a pencil morph into a pen...)) so that's all one just explaining it....
Appearance:
Don't got a pic, but she has some other things I should mention, like she possesses this weird wing tattoo on her back and folded around her shoulders slightly on her arms (kinda like the girl in X-men first class.....) and tanned due to her heritage.
Hair Colour:
Short (almost to her shoulder but a bit shorter) black straight hair with bangs that go across her forehead.
Eye Colour:
Large, Bright violet eyes.
Weight: 110lbs
Height: 5'4"
Personality:
She is moody, bubbly and usually pretty hyper, but she's extremely shy and well talks to herself out loud a lot and talks to about herself in third person which usually freaks people out. She's very self-conscious and doesn't take things lightly, like if someone made fun of her or such then she would take it personally..
History:
Doesn't remember anything before the fire that almost killed her when she was 10, and succeed on killing her family... But has stuck to living in isolated areas since people tend to freak her out and make her nervous and She had went to foster homes to foster homes orphanages, learning all there is to know about self defence and learning the art of using any bladed weapon until the Enigma found her And she agreed to help.
No family, all deceased..
Relationship Status:
Single and proud
(lol 'mutant and proud' X-men F.C)
And she's single mainly cause she scares people away with her talking to herself and such..
Full Name: Christopher Derek Harper
Nickname(s): He prefers the shortened version Chris to Christopher.
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Age: 16
Time/Date/Place Born: 13:13pm / Monday 28th April 1997 / Highgate, North London, England
Nationalities: ¼ French, ¼ German and ½ English
Mutational Gift/Minor Abilities: Chris refers to his powers as 'ghosting'. He can turn invisible at will and can 'phase' (view spoiler) . He can 'phase' through anything, including humans, as well as any form of energy or power that is used on/against him.
Appearance:

(view spoiler)
Personality:
Live While You're Young...
Chris makes the most of his time, knowing that one day he won't be able to. Though some people misinterpret this as immature or careless, Chris is just loving live as it comes, trying his best not to worry about the future, but does his best to keep people as happy as he always appears to be.
Take One For The Team...
Although he's mostly carefree and fun-loving, he is also responsible and deadly serious when necessary, most usually when on a mission. His determination and loyalty to others make him willing to do anything to help them, even if it means putting himself in harm's way.
How We Feel Is Hard To Fake...
Chris is always 100% honest about anything, sometimes when it's best not to be. You could say he wears his heart on his sleeve, since he's generally a nice guy who just wants people to like him. He's bad at hiding things, especially his feelings, so he no longer even attempts to hide them.
Ready Or Not...
Sometimes Chris' carefree attitude can lead himself into trouble, though he's smart enough to be able to get himself out of it. Though he tries his best to be good, his approach to life makes him somewhat of a daredevil. Though he's willing to risk himself and others for a bit of fun, he will always do whatever he can to prevent any harm coming to them.
History: Born and raised in North London for a majority of his life, Chris was fortunate enough to come from a rather wealthy family. He never asked for anything and was privileged enough to be given the best of everything, including education. As an intelligent and athletic student, as well as having rich parents, he was given the opportunity to transfer to America where he has lived for the last three years.
Though it was here he was given his powers (from the radiation), his family life also suffered because of the change. His father found it hard to find a job there and so was constantly travelling from America to England in order to keep working and see his family. His parents marriage began to suffer, only staying together for Chris and his sister Leona's sake.
After one argument between his parents, Chris changed from his old, more serious personality and realised he should appreciate life more and forget about the problems, though when he joined Enigma he realised that sometimes this wasn't always for the best.
Family:
•Mother
Aimee Harper (née Baudson)
(view spoiler)
•Father
Mark Harper
(view spoiler)
•Sister
Leona Harper
(view spoiler)
Relationship Status: Open
Crush: Brielle Moore["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>
Nickname(s): He prefers the shortened version Chris to Christopher.
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Age: 16
Time/Date/Place Born: 13:13pm / Monday 28th April 1997 / Highgate, North London, England
Nationalities: ¼ French, ¼ German and ½ English
Mutational Gift/Minor Abilities: Chris refers to his powers as 'ghosting'. He can turn invisible at will and can 'phase' (view spoiler) . He can 'phase' through anything, including humans, as well as any form of energy or power that is used on/against him.
Appearance:

(view spoiler)
Personality:
Live While You're Young...
Chris makes the most of his time, knowing that one day he won't be able to. Though some people misinterpret this as immature or careless, Chris is just loving live as it comes, trying his best not to worry about the future, but does his best to keep people as happy as he always appears to be.
Take One For The Team...
Although he's mostly carefree and fun-loving, he is also responsible and deadly serious when necessary, most usually when on a mission. His determination and loyalty to others make him willing to do anything to help them, even if it means putting himself in harm's way.
How We Feel Is Hard To Fake...
Chris is always 100% honest about anything, sometimes when it's best not to be. You could say he wears his heart on his sleeve, since he's generally a nice guy who just wants people to like him. He's bad at hiding things, especially his feelings, so he no longer even attempts to hide them.
Ready Or Not...
Sometimes Chris' carefree attitude can lead himself into trouble, though he's smart enough to be able to get himself out of it. Though he tries his best to be good, his approach to life makes him somewhat of a daredevil. Though he's willing to risk himself and others for a bit of fun, he will always do whatever he can to prevent any harm coming to them.
History: Born and raised in North London for a majority of his life, Chris was fortunate enough to come from a rather wealthy family. He never asked for anything and was privileged enough to be given the best of everything, including education. As an intelligent and athletic student, as well as having rich parents, he was given the opportunity to transfer to America where he has lived for the last three years.
Though it was here he was given his powers (from the radiation), his family life also suffered because of the change. His father found it hard to find a job there and so was constantly travelling from America to England in order to keep working and see his family. His parents marriage began to suffer, only staying together for Chris and his sister Leona's sake.
After one argument between his parents, Chris changed from his old, more serious personality and realised he should appreciate life more and forget about the problems, though when he joined Enigma he realised that sometimes this wasn't always for the best.
Family:
•Mother
Aimee Harper (née Baudson)
(view spoiler)
•Father
Mark Harper
(view spoiler)
•Sister
Leona Harper
(view spoiler)
Relationship Status: Open
Crush: Brielle Moore["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>

Nickname(s): Ella
Gender: F
Sexuality: straight
Age: 13
Time/Date/Place Born: 4:00 Pm/ April 15th 1999/ England
Nationalities: British
Mutational Gift/Minor Abilities: Teleport Control (view spoiler)
Appearance:



Hair Colour: Golden Blonde
Eye Colour: Blue
Weight: Unknown
Height: 5'6"
Personality: Though Daniella has it all, she is easily threatened by people who intimidate her. Her jealousy and need for power get the best of her and often cause her to act cruel and selfish. Her fearless nature helps her to get back at her enemies in big ways. Daniella is vindictive and cunning, and is often using other people as tools in her manipulations, specifically her enemies - she is the snake behind an angel's face.
Nobody tells a lie better than Daniella. She keeps many secrets from her friends but never let them keep any from her. Daniella often uses her friend's secrets to keep them under control. She spun a web of lies so tangled.
History: Her past is a big messed up jumble. Her parents divorced. She lives with her mother, whom is an actress in feature movies. Her sister and brother are in high school. Daniella herself attends middle school.
Relationship Status: Single, no boyfriend
Family:
Cora Melissa Dilaurentis(née Ward)
(view spoiler)
Jason Ezra Dilaurentis
(view spoiler)
Annamarie Bethany Dilaurentis- she is the 16 yr old sister of Daniella.
Danny Tristan Dilaurentis - he is the 16 yr old brother of Daniella.
Crush: Carlos
Astrological Sign: Aries

Please fix your bolding and go into a bit more detail about her ability. If you leave it as is, it could be over-dominant

Nickname(s): Mary
Gender: F
Sexuality: straight
Astrological sign: Libra
Age: 16
Time/Date/Place Born: Unknown time/unknown day/England
Nationalities: British
Mutational Gift/Minor Abilities: Wild Magic
Appearance:

Hair Colour: Brown
Eye Colour: Green
Weight: Unknown
Height: 5'7"
Personality: She is caring. She is outgoing. She keeps secrets from her friends. She is fearless. She is good at spinning webs of lies. This helps her with many different issues in her life.
History: Her past is a jumble. Her parents divorced. She lives with her mother, whom is an actress in feature movies. Annamarie's little sister is in middle school. Annamarie's twin brother is in high school.
Relationship Status: Single, no boyfriend. Mother is Cora. Father is Jason. Twin brother is Danny. Little sister is Daniella.
Crush: Chris Harper

Nickname(s): DTD
Gender: M
Sexuality: straight
Astrological Sign: Leo
Age: 16
Time/Date/Place Born: Unknown time/unknown date/ England
Nationalities: British
Mutational Gift/Minor Abilities: Regeneration
Appearance:

Hair Colour: Golden Blonde
Eye Colour: Blue
Weight:Unknown
Height: Unknown
Personality: He is smart. He is caring. He is outgoing. He is fearless. He keeps secrets from his friends. This helps him through life and school when he doesn't want others to know about certain things.
History: His history is jumbled. His parents are divorced. He lives with his mother, whom is an actress in feature movies. Danny's little sister is in middle school. Danny and his twin sister are in High School.
Relationship Status: single, no girlfriend. Mother is Cora. Father is Jason. Twin sister is Annamarie. Little sister is Daniella.
Crush: Neliet
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He can calculate different scenerios using an enhanced intelligence. Essentially, this would be called "foresight" or would otherwise be known as being able to see the future. However, he can often see too far ahead, and is plagued with the different ways he could end up dying.
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Nickname(s): CT
Gender: M
Sexuality: straight
Age: 11
Time/Date/Place Born: all three are unknown
Nationalities: Spanish
Mutational Gift/Minor Abilities: Camouflage
Appearance:

Hair Colour: Brown
Eye Colour: Brown
Weight: Unknown
Height: Unknown
Personality: He is smart. He is kind. He is sweet. He is shy. He is caring. This helps him make friends.
History: His history is unknown. He hides his past from others. He is afraid they might tell his secrets. He doesn't like it when others ask him about his past.
Relationship Status: Single, no girlfriend. Unknown parents. Sister is Rosella.
Astrological Sign: Sagittarius

Best Friend: Daniella
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Nicknames: Nathan
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Age: 18
Time/Date/Place Born: Jan 4, Virginia
Nationality: United States
Powers: He can control fire. Can eat it to gain power.
Appearance: http://images.search.yahoo.com/images...
Personality:
He's nice, but a little arrogant. He enjoys being social, but is actually shy about matters of himself and of the heart. Cannot control himself after seeing a friend being hurt. He has several years of Karate, Tae Kwon Do, and other fighting styles. Always tries to protect others. Hates abusive people. Whenever he sees a persn looking like they're having a hard time, he wants to help.
History:
He was an orphan, with nothing but a laptop, and one pair of clothes. One day, he started watching a new anime, and was enticed to see that one of the characters had a limited, but similar power to his. He went searching for the creator of the anime, and tried to get to Japan. He failed, obviously, and was caught. He hasn't spoken about the rest of his past. It must be troubling, though.
Relationship Status:
Single
Note: Has partial heterochromia, left eye is flame red.
Full Name: Colton Hughes
Nickname(s): Col, Hugh
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Age: 17
Time/Date/Place Born: 2:54 pm/3rd March/London, England
Nationalities: British, Welsh
Mutational Gift/Minor Abilities:
Colton is an empath - he can read and feel someone else's emotions and manipulate them.
Appearance:


Hair Colour: Brown
Eye Colour: Hazel
Weight: 177 lbs
Height: 6"2
Personality:
Colton is to say the least, sweet and kind. He will bend over backwards to help anyone, and compels him to do so. Because he can feel other's emotions, he can quickly adjust his to try and sooth the person, whoever it may be. He is a little bit of a push-over, but won't allow things to get too much out of control.
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Nickname(s): Col, Hugh
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Age: 17
Time/Date/Place Born: 2:54 pm/3rd March/London, England
Nationalities: British, Welsh
Mutational Gift/Minor Abilities:
Colton is an empath - he can read and feel someone else's emotions and manipulate them.
Appearance:


Hair Colour: Brown
Eye Colour: Hazel
Weight: 177 lbs
Height: 6"2
Personality:
Colton is to say the least, sweet and kind. He will bend over backwards to help anyone, and compels him to do so. Because he can feel other's emotions, he can quickly adjust his to try and sooth the person, whoever it may be. He is a little bit of a push-over, but won't allow things to get too much out of control.
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Nickname(s): Rose
Gender: F
Sexuality: straight
Astrological Sign: Gemini

Age: 13
Time/Date/Place Born: all unknown
Nationalities: Spanish
Mutational Gift/Minor Abilities: Frail
Appearance:



Hair Colour: Black
Eye Colour: Brown
Weight: Unknown
Height: Unknown
Personality: She is kind. She is smart. She is sweet. She is caring.These traits allow her to make friends easily. She has the traits of a gemini as well, but only shows those traits to certain people.
History: She doesn't like telling anyone about her past. She keeps it a secret. She doesn't want anyone to reveal that secret. She doesn't like to keep it a secret but does keep it secret because of her brother.
Relationship Status: No boyfriend. Unknown parents. Little brother is Carlos.
Full Name: Rhyia Carden
Nickname(s): Rhi
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Age: 16
Time/Date/Place Born: 4:33 pm/9th February/Aix, France
Nationalities: French, American
Mutational Gift/Minor Abilities:
Mind Manipulation - seeing people's thoughts and opinions, controlling them to do rational or crazy things to her will, placing permanent or temporary things in their heads.
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Hair Colour: Chestnut brown
Eye Colour: Grey
Weight: 109 lbs
Height: 5"3
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Nickname(s): Rhi
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Age: 16
Time/Date/Place Born: 4:33 pm/9th February/Aix, France
Nationalities: French, American
Mutational Gift/Minor Abilities:
Mind Manipulation - seeing people's thoughts and opinions, controlling them to do rational or crazy things to her will, placing permanent or temporary things in their heads.
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Hair Colour: Chestnut brown
Eye Colour: Grey
Weight: 109 lbs
Height: 5"3
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Nickname(s): Wid, Wida. Preferably Wida.
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Age: 16
Time/Date/Place Born: 5 minutes past Midnight/July, 31st/Zurich.
Nationalities: Born in Switzerland, but now lives in Australia.
Mutational Gift/Minor Abilities:
Wallcrawling: She can climb walls and stay unto ceilings. This doesn’t mean she can deny gravity, but has mutative "tarsi" or microscopic hooks on their volar (palm of hand) and plantar (sole of foot) skin allowing her latch unto structures - like an insect.
Appearance:

Hair Colour: light auburn brown, and curled at the ends.
Eye Colour: dark brown, and very large.
Weight: 122 lbs
Height: 5'7
Personality: Wid is a socially awkward and timid young girl. If she trusts you enough, she will make good conversation and is a good friend to have as she’s loyal, trustworthy, and a great listener, but if not; she won’t talk to you. She has a dark sense of humour, and is very serious about her missions.
If there’s one thing in this life that she takes great fun with is to confuse people with her trickery. She might be loyal, but it doesn’t mean she doesn’t lie.
History:
"I was always... different, then everyone else."
Leaving Switzerland at the age of eleven, Widad moved to Australia were relocated.
Since her fifteenth birthday, Wida has kept to herself – she barley even talks to her own family. One of the main reasons for that is because her twin sister – Willow – tried to kill her that same day by using her power to fly. She tried to lift her sister high in the air and dropped her, but Widad latched herself onto a building before she fell to her doom. Ever since then, Willow has been rotting in a mental hospital, swearing that she will escape and kill her sister.
At school, after the incident, everyone turned her back on her for fear that the “crazies” ran in her family. Widad knew she never truly fitted in with them, but then she started to get desperately lonely.
When she was called by Enigma, Wida swore that she would do her best, and to stop those who mean to cause harm to others.
Relationship Status: Single, but has a crush on Ace.
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『Full Name:』 Calliope Iridescent Albraeus
『Nickname:』 Calliope will only really respond to the nicknames such as Cal which is clearly connected to her given name, but she also sees the connection with Iri, but not many people know of this name, due to the fact not many know of her middle name.
『Pronunciation:』 | kal-ee-ohp | | ee-r-uh-d-eh-s-ih-n-t | | AL-bray-US|
࿊ Calliope \c(a)-llio-pe\ as a girl's name is pronounced ka-LYE-ah-pee. It is of Greek origin, and the meaning of Calliope is "beautiful voice". Latinized form of Kalliope, from "kallos ops". Mythology: the muse of epic poetry. See Clio. Also the name of a musical instrument typically seen at circuses and carnivals
࿊ Iridescent is an adjective that means lustrous and pearly, giving off a brilliant sheen like an oil slick or, well, a pearl.
Iridescent came to be in 1796, when some enthusiastic word maker took the Latin word iris, which means "rainbow," and morphed it into an English word that describes anything giving off a luminous, rainbow sheen or that changes colour in the light
࿊ Albraeus is the latinised surname of Awbrey.

『Gender:』 Gimme a sec.. 'peers down into underwear' Yup, I'm a girl. [xx]
『Sexuality:』 Strically dickally
『Age:』 Calliope is eighteen years of age, though she can appear to act the act of an eight or an eighty year old.
『Date/Time/Place』 October thirty-first, twenty-five past one AM, Athens, Greece
『Nationalities』 Greek, Scottish, Irish, Norwegian, Italian
『Zodiac Sign』 Scorpio [♏]
『Element』 Water
『Symbol』 The scorpion
『Stone』 Topaz

『Mutation:』 Kinetic absorption
『Description:』 The power to absorb various forms of energy and utilize it in some way, such as converting it into physical strength or using it to power energy blasts. Sub-power of Energy Manipulation

『Appearance:』
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『Description』 Calliope is quite a small little things, it's quite adorable really since she only reaches five foot four, you know the same size as most peoples grandmothers? But of course she looks nothing like a granny, with her incredibly long chestnut hair, there has been speculation that it's extensions at work there but that's all lies, it's all natural darlings. To describe her in a nutshell she is quite the pretty pie, she had the kind of smile that captures you that you can't help but return it but depending on who you are this smile had it different sides.

『Personality:』
Lets be serious now, everyone keeps secrets, obviously, it's not like you'd go telling your parents everything I mean, come on! "Hey mum! I just lost my virginity against a tree!" No, I do not think so, but that isn't what I'm talking about anyway, Calliope has always been a secretive child, I mean she didn't even tell her parents when she trapped her hand in the car door, and just sat silently, waiting to get away to nurse her poor hand, perhaps it a way to show independence no one is quite sure, I'm not entirely sure she is herself.
Now, I'm not saying that Calliope is a slut, cause she certainly isn't, not when she's in a relationship that is, which is rarely. No, I'm messing, you all know what I mean, you're single, you want have a good time right? Well, Cal doesn't see why every night shouldn't be a good night, if she wants to kiss someone, she will only if they want to as well of course, she's not a predator. She's a free spirit, why should society limit her sexual urges?
You know how it is.. everyone gets swept up with their emotions from time to time, I mean not everyone can handle the stress of someone getting on your nerves, most people just sit and seethe whereas our dear sweet Calliope hasn't quite developed this skill, well she has, she just doesn't seem to hold back most of the time, so basically all I'm saying is.. don't annoy her? For your own safety more than anyone else's..

『History:』
It all started on a typical Halloween, family and friends had all gathered around in the Albraeus household, dressed in fabulous costumes well.. all apart from Uncle Seth who had decided to wrap himself in toilet roll, he was a mummy you see. Everyone was laughing around and having fun, Gemma Albraeus, the mother to be was nestled quite comfortably on one of her couches, cheering her dearest husband, David, on as he dunked for apples, but seemed to just stick his face in the water, he had a few small drinks you see. It wasn't until he finally resurfaced with an apple and everyone cheered did it become a most extraordinary night, her waters broke. At first she had wondered if she had peed herself, but then it clicked, she was going to be having her baby, three weeks early. As soon as everyone noticed they sprung into action, rushing around like wild geese, grabbing her over-night bag which had already been packed and threw her out the door and into the car, but they still kept the party going, strange really. It was three hours later until Calliope Iridescent Albraeus was in the world, screaming loud and clear for all to hear, even the nurses knew all about the little fighter who was remarkably strong for a newborn and for being premature. Life was simple, yes David was an alcoholic but he was never violent or argumentative, he was just a cheerful and jovially guy, devoted to his wife and daughter, they didn't always have the money for the latest things but they scraped by. But it wasn't until David lost his job their life changed. Life was entirely different after that, David was drinking more frequently, but he was now violent and aggressive. He threatened his wife often and ignored his living daughter entirely. Gemma was no longer a house-proud woman who was out-going and smart, she had become a timid little mouse who would hardly talk. But alas it was all to change once more, isolating Calliope further, no one had foreseen the consequences that came, Gemma had never been expected to do something like she did, she had opened up her wrists, she had told her sixteen year old daughter she was going in the bath and wasn't to be disturbed, it had been two hours until David came knocking demanding his dinner, upon opening the door they were met with a most tragic sight, Gemma Albraes lay there in the crimson red waters of the bath, her skin deathly pale and her eyes closed as if she were in bliss. She had committed suicide.
It was only a week later when Calliope woke up in the middle of the night to the smell of fire. She searched the house for her father, who she could hear singing some nonsense, but her attempts to save him were stopped when she was hauled out into the arms of a fireman. Once she was hauled out of the fire, the house caved in on itself, consuming her father in the blaze, it was then Calliope realised she was alone. This was when Enigma found her.["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>
『Full Name:』 Calliope Iridescent Albraeus
『Nickname:』 Calliope will only really respond to the nicknames such as Cal which is clearly connected to her given name, but she also sees the connection with Iri, but not many people know of this name, due to the fact not many know of her middle name.
『Pronunciation:』 | kal-ee-ohp | | ee-r-uh-d-eh-s-ih-n-t | | AL-bray-US|
࿊ Calliope \c(a)-llio-pe\ as a girl's name is pronounced ka-LYE-ah-pee. It is of Greek origin, and the meaning of Calliope is "beautiful voice". Latinized form of Kalliope, from "kallos ops". Mythology: the muse of epic poetry. See Clio. Also the name of a musical instrument typically seen at circuses and carnivals
࿊ Iridescent is an adjective that means lustrous and pearly, giving off a brilliant sheen like an oil slick or, well, a pearl.
Iridescent came to be in 1796, when some enthusiastic word maker took the Latin word iris, which means "rainbow," and morphed it into an English word that describes anything giving off a luminous, rainbow sheen or that changes colour in the light
࿊ Albraeus is the latinised surname of Awbrey.

『Gender:』 Gimme a sec.. 'peers down into underwear' Yup, I'm a girl. [xx]
『Sexuality:』 Strically dickally
『Age:』 Calliope is eighteen years of age, though she can appear to act the act of an eight or an eighty year old.
『Date/Time/Place』 October thirty-first, twenty-five past one AM, Athens, Greece
『Nationalities』 Greek, Scottish, Irish, Norwegian, Italian
『Zodiac Sign』 Scorpio [♏]
『Element』 Water
『Symbol』 The scorpion
『Stone』 Topaz

『Mutation:』 Kinetic absorption
『Description:』 The power to absorb various forms of energy and utilize it in some way, such as converting it into physical strength or using it to power energy blasts. Sub-power of Energy Manipulation

『Appearance:』

『Description』 Calliope is quite a small little things, it's quite adorable really since she only reaches five foot four, you know the same size as most peoples grandmothers? But of course she looks nothing like a granny, with her incredibly long chestnut hair, there has been speculation that it's extensions at work there but that's all lies, it's all natural darlings. To describe her in a nutshell she is quite the pretty pie, she had the kind of smile that captures you that you can't help but return it but depending on who you are this smile had it different sides.

『Personality:』
Lets be serious now, everyone keeps secrets, obviously, it's not like you'd go telling your parents everything I mean, come on! "Hey mum! I just lost my virginity against a tree!" No, I do not think so, but that isn't what I'm talking about anyway, Calliope has always been a secretive child, I mean she didn't even tell her parents when she trapped her hand in the car door, and just sat silently, waiting to get away to nurse her poor hand, perhaps it a way to show independence no one is quite sure, I'm not entirely sure she is herself.
Now, I'm not saying that Calliope is a slut, cause she certainly isn't, not when she's in a relationship that is, which is rarely. No, I'm messing, you all know what I mean, you're single, you want have a good time right? Well, Cal doesn't see why every night shouldn't be a good night, if she wants to kiss someone, she will only if they want to as well of course, she's not a predator. She's a free spirit, why should society limit her sexual urges?
You know how it is.. everyone gets swept up with their emotions from time to time, I mean not everyone can handle the stress of someone getting on your nerves, most people just sit and seethe whereas our dear sweet Calliope hasn't quite developed this skill, well she has, she just doesn't seem to hold back most of the time, so basically all I'm saying is.. don't annoy her? For your own safety more than anyone else's..

『History:』
It all started on a typical Halloween, family and friends had all gathered around in the Albraeus household, dressed in fabulous costumes well.. all apart from Uncle Seth who had decided to wrap himself in toilet roll, he was a mummy you see. Everyone was laughing around and having fun, Gemma Albraeus, the mother to be was nestled quite comfortably on one of her couches, cheering her dearest husband, David, on as he dunked for apples, but seemed to just stick his face in the water, he had a few small drinks you see. It wasn't until he finally resurfaced with an apple and everyone cheered did it become a most extraordinary night, her waters broke. At first she had wondered if she had peed herself, but then it clicked, she was going to be having her baby, three weeks early. As soon as everyone noticed they sprung into action, rushing around like wild geese, grabbing her over-night bag which had already been packed and threw her out the door and into the car, but they still kept the party going, strange really. It was three hours later until Calliope Iridescent Albraeus was in the world, screaming loud and clear for all to hear, even the nurses knew all about the little fighter who was remarkably strong for a newborn and for being premature. Life was simple, yes David was an alcoholic but he was never violent or argumentative, he was just a cheerful and jovially guy, devoted to his wife and daughter, they didn't always have the money for the latest things but they scraped by. But it wasn't until David lost his job their life changed. Life was entirely different after that, David was drinking more frequently, but he was now violent and aggressive. He threatened his wife often and ignored his living daughter entirely. Gemma was no longer a house-proud woman who was out-going and smart, she had become a timid little mouse who would hardly talk. But alas it was all to change once more, isolating Calliope further, no one had foreseen the consequences that came, Gemma had never been expected to do something like she did, she had opened up her wrists, she had told her sixteen year old daughter she was going in the bath and wasn't to be disturbed, it had been two hours until David came knocking demanding his dinner, upon opening the door they were met with a most tragic sight, Gemma Albraes lay there in the crimson red waters of the bath, her skin deathly pale and her eyes closed as if she were in bliss. She had committed suicide.
It was only a week later when Calliope woke up in the middle of the night to the smell of fire. She searched the house for her father, who she could hear singing some nonsense, but her attempts to save him were stopped when she was hauled out into the arms of a fireman. Once she was hauled out of the fire, the house caved in on itself, consuming her father in the blaze, it was then Calliope realised she was alone. This was when Enigma found her.["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>
Full Name: Melody Rose Everson
Nickname(s): Mel,Rose,Ev
Gender:Female
Sexuality:Straight
Age:16
Time/Date/Place Born:
Time: 8:45 AM
Date: 2/14/1997
Place Born: Melbourne,Australia
Nationalities:Australian
Mutational Gift/Minor Abilities: She has the knowledge to know an event before it occurs.
Appearance:


Hair Color:Chestnut Brown
Eye Color:Chocolate Brown
Weight:105 lbs.
Height:5'3
Personality: Melody is very shy and insecure. Sometimes she even stutters in fear of being in front of people and is often a wallflower. She has trusting issues and doesn't have any friends of the time being. Being the bookworm that she is, she stays in the library at all times not wanting to be bothered. It is rare to see her with groups or even in the halls, she always likes to sneak around unseen.
History: Growing up Melody didn't ever meet her parents. They were murdered by her adoptive parents though no one knows that not even her. Her new parents Holly and Darren Everson adopted her soon after they murdered her parents. Once bringing her home they started abusing her from the start. Sometimes they just hit her for the fun of it hating her just like they hated her real parents. Later she had gotten her first boyfriend who only dated her for a bet and cheated on her. Hurt and feeling betrayed Melody decided to flee to America hoping to never come across her parents again. In America she settled down and bought her own apartment from the money she had stolen from her parents.
Relationship Status:Single
Nickname(s): Mel,Rose,Ev
Gender:Female
Sexuality:Straight
Age:16
Time/Date/Place Born:
Time: 8:45 AM
Date: 2/14/1997
Place Born: Melbourne,Australia
Nationalities:Australian
Mutational Gift/Minor Abilities: She has the knowledge to know an event before it occurs.
Appearance:


Hair Color:Chestnut Brown
Eye Color:Chocolate Brown
Weight:105 lbs.
Height:5'3
Personality: Melody is very shy and insecure. Sometimes she even stutters in fear of being in front of people and is often a wallflower. She has trusting issues and doesn't have any friends of the time being. Being the bookworm that she is, she stays in the library at all times not wanting to be bothered. It is rare to see her with groups or even in the halls, she always likes to sneak around unseen.
History: Growing up Melody didn't ever meet her parents. They were murdered by her adoptive parents though no one knows that not even her. Her new parents Holly and Darren Everson adopted her soon after they murdered her parents. Once bringing her home they started abusing her from the start. Sometimes they just hit her for the fun of it hating her just like they hated her real parents. Later she had gotten her first boyfriend who only dated her for a bet and cheated on her. Hurt and feeling betrayed Melody decided to flee to America hoping to never come across her parents again. In America she settled down and bought her own apartment from the money she had stolen from her parents.
Relationship Status:Single
Full Name: Troy Katana
Nickname(s): Troy
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Age: 12-turning 13 soon
Time/Date/Place Born: 2.30/6 June/New York
Nationalities: American
Mutational Gift/Minor Abilities: Power Copying-the ability to copy another Mutant's power by just one touch, although only one at a time.
Appearance:
Hair Colour: Dark blonde
Eye Colour: Bright, emerald green
Weight: Average, I guess
Height: 5'4"
Personality: Troy is a total prankster and loves playing jokes on others, especially people older than he is. He also talks really loudly and loves laughing out loud and therefore his favorite sarcastic laugh is a dull face and 'lawl'-same pronunciation as 'lol'. Troy rarely gets sad but occasionally-if something doesn't get done his way-he'd go grumpy and moody, pouting and crossing his arms. Tory can also get super-annoying whenever his rants start to come on, talking and blabbering non-stop, and not afraid of punishments or consequences so threats don't stop him at all. Troy, at least, isn't arrogant or full of himself. And he also despises those kind of people, although sometimes he mixes up arrogance with smart-talk (He likes people who have great influence and smart back-talk, talk about being rebellious.). And as the only kid (I think) that is that young in Enigma, Troy treats his elders like friends and don't respect them as much as he's supposed to.
History: Troy was always rebellious and talkative ever since day one. Being the only male child in his family, Troy talked to his father a lot and expected him to come home every day. But then when Enigma needed more Mutants to join because there was a war coming up, Troy's father volunteered and joined the army into war. Even as a strong, young and skilled man, Troy's father didn't expect coming home. But no one told Troy or his sisters that, so every night of that war, they believed their father would always come home the next day, or the next, or the next. But their father was already long gone and even their mother was too saddened to speak or utter a word to stop them. If she did, their hearts wouldn't have been shattered days later, after the war, when the government announced that Richard Katana died honorably in battle. So days after, Troy stopped believing anything anymore, stopped hoping and just got on with the job. And since Troy was the only child that was a Mutant like his father, Enigma offered to bring him in and train him like all the other Mutants. So, when he turned seven, he moved into Enigma and was raised there.
Relationship Status: He's 12, of course he's single and available.
Nickname(s): Troy
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Age: 12-turning 13 soon
Time/Date/Place Born: 2.30/6 June/New York
Nationalities: American
Mutational Gift/Minor Abilities: Power Copying-the ability to copy another Mutant's power by just one touch, although only one at a time.
Appearance:

Hair Colour: Dark blonde
Eye Colour: Bright, emerald green
Weight: Average, I guess
Height: 5'4"
Personality: Troy is a total prankster and loves playing jokes on others, especially people older than he is. He also talks really loudly and loves laughing out loud and therefore his favorite sarcastic laugh is a dull face and 'lawl'-same pronunciation as 'lol'. Troy rarely gets sad but occasionally-if something doesn't get done his way-he'd go grumpy and moody, pouting and crossing his arms. Tory can also get super-annoying whenever his rants start to come on, talking and blabbering non-stop, and not afraid of punishments or consequences so threats don't stop him at all. Troy, at least, isn't arrogant or full of himself. And he also despises those kind of people, although sometimes he mixes up arrogance with smart-talk (He likes people who have great influence and smart back-talk, talk about being rebellious.). And as the only kid (I think) that is that young in Enigma, Troy treats his elders like friends and don't respect them as much as he's supposed to.
History: Troy was always rebellious and talkative ever since day one. Being the only male child in his family, Troy talked to his father a lot and expected him to come home every day. But then when Enigma needed more Mutants to join because there was a war coming up, Troy's father volunteered and joined the army into war. Even as a strong, young and skilled man, Troy's father didn't expect coming home. But no one told Troy or his sisters that, so every night of that war, they believed their father would always come home the next day, or the next, or the next. But their father was already long gone and even their mother was too saddened to speak or utter a word to stop them. If she did, their hearts wouldn't have been shattered days later, after the war, when the government announced that Richard Katana died honorably in battle. So days after, Troy stopped believing anything anymore, stopped hoping and just got on with the job. And since Troy was the only child that was a Mutant like his father, Enigma offered to bring him in and train him like all the other Mutants. So, when he turned seven, he moved into Enigma and was raised there.
Relationship Status: He's 12, of course he's single and available.

Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Age: 18
Time/Date/Place Born: 9:30/Jan. 1st, 1995/Australia
Nationalities: Australian
Mutational Gift: Can manipulate any type of earth elements.
Appearance:

Hair color: Red
Eye Color: Grey-Blue
Weight: 110
Height: 5'9 Ft
Personality: Faren likes to be with a people and can't stand being ignored. She likes to flirt but when comes to self esteem she hates herself. She likes to be the last one laughing and the first one. She can be rude but chooses not to be around older people. She also is a girl that likes to talk about her feelings and will say unexpected things.
History: When she was born, she was born into a foster home not knowing her mom died in labor. She also didn't know her father was a drug dealer and got shot a day before her birth. Since then she lives with her foster mom Melissa who takes great care of her. Melissa never told her about her abilities. Later on she found out about her abilities when she got mad at Melissa and the house had a mini earthquake.
Relationship Status: Single and looking.

"You are special. You just don't see it because you're too
busy hating your gift."
Full Name: Alexander Caleb Stockton
Nickname(s): Xander, Lex, Caleb (view spoiler)
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Age: 17
Time/Date/Place Born:
- 23:07
- April 16th, 1996
- In the province of Alberta, Canada
Nationality: Canadian
Mutational Gift:
Time Manipulation - Stops time for 30 to 60 seconds, reverses time within the past 15 to 30 seconds, accelerates time for 30 to 60 seconds. (view spoiler)
Minor Abilities:
Superhuman Endurance - Ability to have a higher resistance to one or more forms of damage before being injured as well as the ability to exert ones self in an activity indefinitely without becoming tired and/or survive for long periods of time without consumption or water. (view spoiler)
Appearance: With his well-defined physique (view spoiler) , Xander surely is a head-turner. His external brooding appearance is what draws the opposite sex into staring at him longer than they should have.
Although he doesn't realize this – or rather, he has chosen to ignore those facts. He has never wanted any unnecessary attention to himself because of who and what he is, but it is impossible with a face like that.
Hair Colour: Brown
Eye Colour: Turquoise (view spoiler)
Weight: 195 lbs
Height: 5' 10 ft
Other noticeable features:
- Angular jaw
- Clef chin
- Widow's peak
- Dimples (view spoiler)
Personality:
Just like a wild animal, he's difficult to tame.
Very difficult, but not impossible. Xander has anger issues. He doesn't like to be touched, nor to be interrogated. In fact, he would rather have the invisibility power because he is that detached from his surroundings. He wants to be ignored. To vanish. To un-exist.
But one only needs the perfect and the most unexpected words, and he will fall right into your trap. Once you do, he'll surrender himself to you.
A peculiar being.
He's a reserved type of person; aloof, mysterious, indifferent. People rarely hear him speak. If he ever did, it wouldn't be over ten words. Still it has a certain quirk on it that catches people off guard. Odd and yet amusing words that seem out of his external facade.
A face full of mask.
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There is more to him than meets the eye. Underneath Xander's stony exterior is a compassionate and devoted guy whose only wish is to be a normal person. As much as he seems distant to everyone, he actually cares about the people who had managed to get into his heart. He never shows it, though. He considers it as 'a form of emotion slipping through his mask' and that it is a form of weakness.
Once you get to personally know Xander and manage to touch his soul, then you're lucky. Because he will keep you safe you no matter what. He's even willing to sacrifice himself for the sake of his loved ones.
A desire so strong.
Although he has never really had anyone that important to him before, for he used to be a rogue mutant, he has always hoped to have someone whom he wants to protect, and someone who's willing to do the same for him.
He might not be fond of attentions – his history made it complicated – but he longs for the feeling of being loved. Being thought of. Being cared about.
Xander is a very complex character, with so many ups and downs – mostly downs. His long history had molded him into the person he is today.
History: UNDER CONSTRUCTION
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Disclaimer: Partial credit goes to Antonia and ♠║▌Parøxysmal
Asphyxiatiøn for the ideas of this template
Full name: Genevieve Maxine Sully
Nickname(s): Maxine, Max
© {Genevieve} /je-nuh-veev/ (view spoiler)
© {Maxine} /mæksiːn/ (view spoiler)
© {Sully} /suhl-ee/ (view spoiler)
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Age: 18 years old
Zodiac Sign: Aquarius
Birthstone: Amethyst
Ruling Element: Air![]()
Time/Date/Place of Birth:
* 22:54
* February 13th, 1995
* Manhattan, New York
Nationalities: American and of Asian decent on her mother's side
Mutational Gift:
Invulnerability
Ability to be immune to one or more forms of physical, mental, and spiritual damage and influence.
(view spoiler)
Minor Abilities:
Power Sensing
Ability to sense or recognize superhuman powers.
(view spoiler)
Block
Ability to barricade her mind from other unwanted trespassers who wish to access her subconscious.
(view spoiler)
Appearance: While Maxine's mutations were all loosely based on experiments, her outward appearance speaks for itself.
Her hair is in a dark shade of brown, but is never mistaken to be black. It runs past her shoulders in cascading waves. When her abilities began to manifest, a few strands that mostly framed her face would turn into sandy blond. It was then believed to be a side-effect of all the experiments done to her. Although in Maxine's point of view, the change of color is part of her mutation as she has no idea of the horrifying experiments she has gone through in the past.
Just like her hair, Maxine's eyes are of dark chocolate. Sometimes they're even indistinguishable from charcoal. But at closer look, one could make out the warm and cozy feeling to it.
With her pouty lips and angelic voice, towering height and curvaceous figure, Maxine has never failed to draw attention to herself. Even if it's unintentional.
No one would have thought that she would bloom into a fine lady that she is today, though. During the early stages of her childhood, Maxine used to be so skinny people even considered her malnourished. Her cheeks and eyes were hollowed. Skin so pale she looked like a corpse.
At the age of 10, her mutation brought radical transformation to her physical and mental attributes.
Hair Color: Brunette
Eye Color: Dark brown
Weight: 110 lbs
Height: 5'10 ft
Personality:
"I evolve and encompass all humanity."
Maxine was born in a world jumbled with depravity, chaos, and diversity. Growing up in Enigma she was brought up with a warrior mindset; to eradicate all evils and free Earth of the turmoil that forces our planet on the verge of existence. But Maxine has a mind of her own. She has a strong belief in one's redemption. That there is always a sliver of light in a void of darkness.
Her bold determination and passion serve as her driving force to make this world a better place. Her perspectives in life might be different from those she's grown up with, but she isn't afraid to stand out with what she believes in.
To say the least, Maxine is a humanitarian. Although she is of different race, she deems everyone equal.
"I am forever progressing."
Maxine has always tried to push past her limits. She likes finding out new things, learning what she hasn't discovered before. With a broad mind she's open to all types of possibilities.
Stopping is never her option, for she is aware that one can never get enough of anything. That there's always room for development.
"I feel detached from this world, as if I've come from somewhere else."
As an ectogenous baby, (view spoiler) Maxine has never been conceived inside a mother's womb. (She knows nothing of it, though.) And so as she grew up she felt different, the same way she felt distant towards her surroundings. The invisible thread that spiritually connects a mother to a child was never present between her and her
At some point she would believe that she's alone, isolated even, from the rest of the world.
"I don't just follow orders."
Because of her different outlook in life, Maxine refuses to comply with just about anything that's been dictated to her. She might have been working for Enigma for a very long time, but it takes an awful lot of convincing for her to do something that's against her way of thinking.
Often times it leads to stubbornness; one of her fatal flaws. This resulted into an accident that would change her life, if not forever. (view spoiler)
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<.i>Nickname(s):<./i> Rose or Ecl
<.b>Gender:<./b> female
<.b>Sexuality:<./b> Biesexual
<.b>Age:<./b> 16 or 17
<.b>Time/Date/Place Born:<./b> Midnight/ January 1 or December 31st/ Unknown
<.b>Nationalities:<./b> American
<.b>Mutational Gift/Minor Abilities:<./b>
Subjective Reality
Chronolock
Elemental Entity Creation
<.b>Appearance:<.b> http://hdwallpaper.ws/images/2012/09/...
<.i>Hair Colour:<./i> Black
<.i>Eye Colour:<./i> Purple
<.i>Weight:<./i> 120
<.i>Height:<./i> 5,6
<.b>Personality:<./b> She is funny and easy going. She doesn't like to fight but is very good at it. She likes to exercise and have fun. She is a little of, she will laugh instead of cry. She seems to always be happy but some times here mask slips and you see what she is really feeling.
<.b>History:<./b> She has a condition were she forgets he can't remember names or face. She loses her memory of things that happen short term or in the past. She will know who you are maybe but she won't know what you were talking about if you start talking a bout a conversation but she will remember a random fact.
<.b>Relationship Status:<./b> Open
Full Name:Natashka Valeriya Aksakov
Nickname(s): Elastigirl, Val
Gender:Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Age: 17
Time/Date/Place Born:
Time: 12:00PM
Date: September 30, 1995
Place Born: Moscow, Russia
Nationalities: Russian
Mutational Gift/Minor Abilities: Elasticity- Ability to stretch, deform, expand or contract one's body into any form imaginable.
Appearance:
Hair Color:Blonde
Eye Color:grey-blue
Weight:120lbs
Height:5'7
Personality:Natashka is a fearless girl and will not quit until she achieves something. She's the go-to girl who has great advice in your time of need. Sometimes she can be a bit worried when a person is every hurt, she immediately acts to the situation and tries to help them even if it's the smallest wound. She also likes to bottle up her emotions inside of her and never likes to talk about her problems. Natashka is not mean or bossy, but stern in most situations. She just doesn't want to loose anyone else.
History:Natashka has always had the perfect life, and the most perfect family. Until she turned 10 and a terrible accident had happened. Both of her parents died in a fire and she was blaming herself for the whole thing. The cause of the fire was her oil lamp. She forgot to extinguish it, her natural instinct was to run out of the house which of course she did. Sadly, her parents didn't make it out soon enough and there was nothing that the firemen could do. Natashka had gone insane, therapy just did not help in any way. Till this day she still blames herself, but isn't insane anymore.
Relationship Status:Single
Nickname(s): Elastigirl, Val
Gender:Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Age: 17
Time/Date/Place Born:
Time: 12:00PM
Date: September 30, 1995
Place Born: Moscow, Russia
Nationalities: Russian
Mutational Gift/Minor Abilities: Elasticity- Ability to stretch, deform, expand or contract one's body into any form imaginable.
Appearance:

Hair Color:Blonde
Eye Color:grey-blue
Weight:120lbs
Height:5'7
Personality:Natashka is a fearless girl and will not quit until she achieves something. She's the go-to girl who has great advice in your time of need. Sometimes she can be a bit worried when a person is every hurt, she immediately acts to the situation and tries to help them even if it's the smallest wound. She also likes to bottle up her emotions inside of her and never likes to talk about her problems. Natashka is not mean or bossy, but stern in most situations. She just doesn't want to loose anyone else.
History:Natashka has always had the perfect life, and the most perfect family. Until she turned 10 and a terrible accident had happened. Both of her parents died in a fire and she was blaming herself for the whole thing. The cause of the fire was her oil lamp. She forgot to extinguish it, her natural instinct was to run out of the house which of course she did. Sadly, her parents didn't make it out soon enough and there was nothing that the firemen could do. Natashka had gone insane, therapy just did not help in any way. Till this day she still blames herself, but isn't insane anymore.
Relationship Status:Single
Full Name: Kayla Ashen (Cousin of Troy Katana)
Nickname(s): Kayl /Kay-le/
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Age: 18
Time/Date/Place Born: 6.15 p.m./15 June/New York
Nationalities: American
Mutational Gift/Minor Abilities: Excrete flammable or toxic gas from pores at will and set it on fire to create a large explosion if need be (Kayl is also immune to the fire)
Appearance:

Hair Colour: Dirty blonde
Eye Colour: Bright green
Weight: Average
Height: 6'2"
Personality: Kayl is very determined and sometimes stubborn. She will not stop at anything to get what she wants and sometimes that just causes trouble. Kayl also has a very short temper and if you blow it, she'll erupt into fury and you're going to feel the heat of rage. But don't worry, Kayl doesn't take most things seriously and is always into fun and just joking. She rarely gets sad and isn't moody, she' would only be so if something is really, really wrong and saddening, like a death.
History: Kayl's father was also an agent of Enigma's, so she grew up in Enigma. She was trained and now is very talented in hand-to-hand combat. But when she was nine, her father and mother were both killed by villains-seemingly Henry Deliwitz-and she vowed to kill Deliwitz. So ever since Grayson joined, she had always felt the edge to walk up to him and strangle him to death. She had also been looking for excuses and lies to make Grayson look bad and get punished for stuff he never did-if you've heard of the joke, then no, not homework-so she became a total anti-Grayson person. She hated to say, but she actually never knew Grayson much, although that never stopped her from hating him for the crimes his father committed.
Relationship Status: Single/Available
Nickname(s): Kayl /Kay-le/
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Age: 18
Time/Date/Place Born: 6.15 p.m./15 June/New York
Nationalities: American
Mutational Gift/Minor Abilities: Excrete flammable or toxic gas from pores at will and set it on fire to create a large explosion if need be (Kayl is also immune to the fire)
Appearance:

Hair Colour: Dirty blonde
Eye Colour: Bright green
Weight: Average
Height: 6'2"
Personality: Kayl is very determined and sometimes stubborn. She will not stop at anything to get what she wants and sometimes that just causes trouble. Kayl also has a very short temper and if you blow it, she'll erupt into fury and you're going to feel the heat of rage. But don't worry, Kayl doesn't take most things seriously and is always into fun and just joking. She rarely gets sad and isn't moody, she' would only be so if something is really, really wrong and saddening, like a death.
History: Kayl's father was also an agent of Enigma's, so she grew up in Enigma. She was trained and now is very talented in hand-to-hand combat. But when she was nine, her father and mother were both killed by villains-seemingly Henry Deliwitz-and she vowed to kill Deliwitz. So ever since Grayson joined, she had always felt the edge to walk up to him and strangle him to death. She had also been looking for excuses and lies to make Grayson look bad and get punished for stuff he never did-if you've heard of the joke, then no, not homework-so she became a total anti-Grayson person. She hated to say, but she actually never knew Grayson much, although that never stopped her from hating him for the crimes his father committed.
Relationship Status: Single/Available
Full Name: Ailith Dewayne (Gave it to herself. Doesn't know her real name)
Nickname(s): none
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Age: Suspects around 17
Time/Date/Place Born: Only knows she was born in Kiruna, Sweden
Nationalities: Swedish
Mutational Gift/Minor Abilities: Shadow Matter (view spoiler)
Appearance: Face claim : Cobie Smulders


☆Hair Colour: Dark brown, almost black
☆Eye Colour: Very light hazel with flex of green and gold
☆Weight: Only 120 (skinny for her height)
☆Height: 5'11
Personality: Ailith is a very curious and kind soul. She loves to learn new things and often avoids conflict. She knows that she is powerful, but decides to not use it unless she must because she has hurt people in the past. Even though she tries not to get into conflict, she loves to break rules and her powers make rule breaking extremely easy. Her excuse if people ask why she did something is, "because I can," or "because it was there." She loves to travel and have fun, but knows how and when to be serious.
☆ Favorite bands - Two Door Cinema, Muse, Fall Out Boy
☆ Favorite sport - Snowboarding
☆ Favorite place to be - anywhere she can see the stars
☆ Favorite color - Deep blue
History: Ailith was born in a small town in North Sweden, but that's about all she remembers of her past. She doesn't even know how old she is. One day, she woke up deep in the forest called the Taiga. She was unharmed except for a few scrapes and bruises, and her memories were gone. She didn't know where she was, so she wandered for a few days and was found by the nomadic people that lived in the forest. They nursed her to health and helped give her a name and estimate how old she was. She lived with the nomadic people for almost three years. Then she was sent back into the world when she was about 16 and lived by getting jobs other people didn't want and taking buses, boats to new places.
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Nickname(s): none
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Age: Suspects around 17
Time/Date/Place Born: Only knows she was born in Kiruna, Sweden
Nationalities: Swedish
Mutational Gift/Minor Abilities: Shadow Matter (view spoiler)
Appearance: Face claim : Cobie Smulders


☆Hair Colour: Dark brown, almost black
☆Eye Colour: Very light hazel with flex of green and gold
☆Weight: Only 120 (skinny for her height)
☆Height: 5'11
Personality: Ailith is a very curious and kind soul. She loves to learn new things and often avoids conflict. She knows that she is powerful, but decides to not use it unless she must because she has hurt people in the past. Even though she tries not to get into conflict, she loves to break rules and her powers make rule breaking extremely easy. Her excuse if people ask why she did something is, "because I can," or "because it was there." She loves to travel and have fun, but knows how and when to be serious.
☆ Favorite bands - Two Door Cinema, Muse, Fall Out Boy
☆ Favorite sport - Snowboarding
☆ Favorite place to be - anywhere she can see the stars
☆ Favorite color - Deep blue
History: Ailith was born in a small town in North Sweden, but that's about all she remembers of her past. She doesn't even know how old she is. One day, she woke up deep in the forest called the Taiga. She was unharmed except for a few scrapes and bruises, and her memories were gone. She didn't know where she was, so she wandered for a few days and was found by the nomadic people that lived in the forest. They nursed her to health and helped give her a name and estimate how old she was. She lived with the nomadic people for almost three years. Then she was sent back into the world when she was about 16 and lived by getting jobs other people didn't want and taking buses, boats to new places.
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Avery wrote: "-Still Under Construction!!!!!!!!!!-
Name: Octavia Marie Holloway
The name Octavia is a symbol of the number eight categorized purposely because of the eighth element that she bares at hand, ..."
Your mutant is currently way too strong. Not to mention that your main power has already been claimed/used by Sea.
Name: Octavia Marie Holloway
The name Octavia is a symbol of the number eight categorized purposely because of the eighth element that she bares at hand, ..."
Your mutant is currently way too strong. Not to mention that your main power has already been claimed/used by Sea.

Annmarie ~ James ~ Naill
Nickname(s):
Annie ~ Marie ~ Mare ~ Anne...
Gender:
F
Sexuality:
Heterosexual ~Straight~
Age:
Eighteen
Time/Date/Place Born:
-Born at 5:28 am, December 5th, New York City-
Nationalities:
-Half African American-
Mutational Gift/Minor Abilities:
Gift:
Annmarie has a special talent. In the category of shapeshifting, Annmarie holds the unique ability to effortlessly change her appearance differently for each person who lays eyes on her, even if many people are looking at the same time- which, mostly, they do. See, Annmarie unthoughtfully changes her appearance to the most appealing look in someone's mind. Say you think a woman can't be considered gorgeous without long legs and flowing dark hair, well, that's what Annmarie is. Say the most gorgeous woman is one that has a pixie cut and tattoos in every inch of her body? There's Anne. Her appearance instantly changes to what a person thinks is the most attractive the second that person looks at her. It makes everyone unknowingly drawn to her. Men want to have her, and women want to be her.
Yet, Annmarie can turn it off whenever she'd like for whomever she chooses. She doesn't have a half-bad natural appearance either.
Appearance:
NATURAL FORM



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Hair Colour:
Annmarie has golden, honey toned natural curls that bob around her shoulders. She let's them grow out every once and awhile, but she usually keeps them clipped shoulder length.
Eye Colour:
Annmarie has shallow, pale green eyes.
Weight:
129 pounds, slender, toned.
Height:
Annmarie stands at a leggy five nine (5'9).
Personality:
History:
Relationship Status:
Single
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Rachel wrote: ""Isn't it beautiful? The way the sunlight bathes the land and illuminates the low-hanging clouds?"
{Name} Taryn
{Middle Name} Seraphina
{Surname} Eichel
{Age} Eighteen (18)
{Date of Birth} Septemb..."
She has nearly the same ability as Kahlan's charater Jane, please revise :)
{Name} Taryn
{Middle Name} Seraphina
{Surname} Eichel
{Age} Eighteen (18)
{Date of Birth} Septemb..."
She has nearly the same ability as Kahlan's charater Jane, please revise :)
Full Name: Scarlet Rayne
Nickname(s): Scar
Gender: female
Sexuality: straight
Age: 12
Time/Date/Place Born: midnight, December 21 in Pontiac, Michigan
Nationalities: Caucasion with Native American(Cherokee) that doesnt show up in appearence
Mutational Gift/Minor Abilities:
Can make minor Darkbloods, not nearly as powerful as Jonah's. She can also use Charmspeak, an ability where she can talk people into doing what she wants them to.
Appearance:

Hair Colour: shoulder length dirty blonde
Eye Colour: Stormy gray-blue
Weight: 90 lbs
Height: 4'9"
Personality: (Must be at least 5 sentences) Scarlet has had to grow up fast since she discovered her mutation abilities. Gone are the days when she used to live carefree at her parents house, playing in the backyard with the neighbors kids, pretending they were zombies and survivors. After the apocalypse, all she thought about was finding her brother, and she would stop at nothing to do it. She learned to use guns, and adapted quickly to this new, deadly environment she used to play pretend with. Though she is young, she will fight side by side with her brother, and if he ever got bitten, then she would be the one to shoot him instead of let him become a zombie. She knows that he would do the same for her.
History: (Must be at least 5 sentences) See Jonah's history
Relationship Status: Single
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Full Name: Jonah Rayne
Nickname(s): Jo or Ray
Gender: male
Sexuality: Straight
Age: 19
Time/Date/Place Born: 11:00pm November 27, 1995 in Pontiac, Michigan
Nationalities: Caucasian, but with Native American (Cherokee) in them that doesnt show in appearence
Mutational Gift/Minor Abilities:
Can create Darkbloods, creatures made of shadow that can be used to scout out new places, spy or attack whoever he needs to take down. They are a pain to kill in darkness, but they can be temporarily destroyed if attacked with sunlight shone on them.
Appearance:
Hair Colour: short shoulder length dirty blonde hair(not shown in picture)
Eye Colour: stormy gray
Weight: 128 lbs
Height: 6'2"
Personality: (Must be at least 5 sentences) Jonah is a quiet guy who takes no nonsense from anyone, except for Scarlet. He loves her to death and would do anything for her, has done nearly anything for her. He would go to the end of the earth to protect her and keep her happy, and he is surprised at how much she can defend herself against walkers. He has come to realize that in a world changed for the worst, Scarlet has grown up quickly to rise to the challenge and adapt to what is going on.
History: (Must be at least 5 sentences) Jonah was born to a family of four, him his younger sister and his parents. Once he started to develop his power, his parents grew afraid that he would harm his younger sister Scarlet with his Darkbloods. He was kicked out of the house at fifteen and has lived really on his own ever since. When he found out through his Darkblood he had stationed at his old house, to watch over Scarlet and his parents, that she had also developed mutations, though at a slightly younger age then him, he raced back to get her moments before they were going to send her to a hospital where they would do surgery that would 'fix' what was wrong with her. They have been living together ever since.
Relationship Status: Single, but he's available to those who don't mind getting scrutinzed by Scarlet first XD
Nickname(s): Scar
Gender: female
Sexuality: straight
Age: 12
Time/Date/Place Born: midnight, December 21 in Pontiac, Michigan
Nationalities: Caucasion with Native American(Cherokee) that doesnt show up in appearence
Mutational Gift/Minor Abilities:
Can make minor Darkbloods, not nearly as powerful as Jonah's. She can also use Charmspeak, an ability where she can talk people into doing what she wants them to.
Appearance:

Hair Colour: shoulder length dirty blonde
Eye Colour: Stormy gray-blue
Weight: 90 lbs
Height: 4'9"
Personality: (Must be at least 5 sentences) Scarlet has had to grow up fast since she discovered her mutation abilities. Gone are the days when she used to live carefree at her parents house, playing in the backyard with the neighbors kids, pretending they were zombies and survivors. After the apocalypse, all she thought about was finding her brother, and she would stop at nothing to do it. She learned to use guns, and adapted quickly to this new, deadly environment she used to play pretend with. Though she is young, she will fight side by side with her brother, and if he ever got bitten, then she would be the one to shoot him instead of let him become a zombie. She knows that he would do the same for her.
History: (Must be at least 5 sentences) See Jonah's history
Relationship Status: Single
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Full Name: Jonah Rayne
Nickname(s): Jo or Ray
Gender: male
Sexuality: Straight
Age: 19
Time/Date/Place Born: 11:00pm November 27, 1995 in Pontiac, Michigan
Nationalities: Caucasian, but with Native American (Cherokee) in them that doesnt show in appearence
Mutational Gift/Minor Abilities:
Can create Darkbloods, creatures made of shadow that can be used to scout out new places, spy or attack whoever he needs to take down. They are a pain to kill in darkness, but they can be temporarily destroyed if attacked with sunlight shone on them.
Appearance:

Hair Colour: short shoulder length dirty blonde hair(not shown in picture)
Eye Colour: stormy gray
Weight: 128 lbs
Height: 6'2"
Personality: (Must be at least 5 sentences) Jonah is a quiet guy who takes no nonsense from anyone, except for Scarlet. He loves her to death and would do anything for her, has done nearly anything for her. He would go to the end of the earth to protect her and keep her happy, and he is surprised at how much she can defend herself against walkers. He has come to realize that in a world changed for the worst, Scarlet has grown up quickly to rise to the challenge and adapt to what is going on.
History: (Must be at least 5 sentences) Jonah was born to a family of four, him his younger sister and his parents. Once he started to develop his power, his parents grew afraid that he would harm his younger sister Scarlet with his Darkbloods. He was kicked out of the house at fifteen and has lived really on his own ever since. When he found out through his Darkblood he had stationed at his old house, to watch over Scarlet and his parents, that she had also developed mutations, though at a slightly younger age then him, he raced back to get her moments before they were going to send her to a hospital where they would do surgery that would 'fix' what was wrong with her. They have been living together ever since.
Relationship Status: Single, but he's available to those who don't mind getting scrutinzed by Scarlet first XD

Nickname(s): Will.
Gender: Female.
Sexuality: She likes them all.
Age: 16
Time/Date/Place Born: Midnight /July, 31st/Zurich.
Nationalities:Born in Switzerland, but now lives in Australia.
Mutational Gift/Minor Abilities:
Wings: Willow possesses the superhuman ability to fly by means of her natural wings, which span five feet long each, ten feet from wingtip to wingtip.
The wing’s are like a dragonfly’s, with a green huge on them – and like a dragonfly, she is equipped with two wings on each side that sprout from in-between her shoulder blades. She can also fly backwards, change direction in midair, and hover for long periods of times. She is unable to move the wing’s up and down, so concealing them isn’t easy at all. Her wings move rapidly and twist in a downward stroke. This creates the lift that keeps her flying.
Appearance:

Hair Colour: Blonde (dyed). Natural colour; brown.
Eye Colour: Brown
Weight: 124lbs
Height: 5’7
Other: She has many tattoo’s down along her arm. Everyone see something new - it's so crammed full of stuff.
Personality: She used to be like her sister; shy, and loyal. But now Willow is extremely flirtatious, hitting on every guy/girl she sees and uses them to her advantage. She is shown to be extremely cocky and rebellious and manipulative. She often just uses others to get what she wants out of them and appears to be rather unfeeling.
History:
“In a way, everyone’s mad...”
Willow, started to lose her mind on October the ninth, 2011. Willow, Widad, and her mother were on our way to a concert to see their favourite band. She just started to hear voices…
It all began to go downhill from there.
She stared to lock herself in her room, and argue with these voices. They were telling her to do terrible things, to become a terrible person. A murder. To stop the voices, Willow started cutting herself along her wrists. For whatever reason, the voices quieted when she did.
For a while, the voices stopped whispering in her mind full stop. That is until her fifteenth birthday. That’s the day the voices took over her mind, changed everything about herself, and convinced her to kill her twin sister. Sadly, this failed, and was then imprisoned in an asylum, Cumberland Hospital to be exact.
But she had received membership to Enigma, now that her madness has “quieted down”.
Of course, Willow isn’t a villain. She has no intention on killing everyone – just her sister. Is that so bad?
Relationship Status: Single, but not for long.
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Nickname(s): NEVER call her Anna
Gender: female
Sexuality: straight
Age: 12
Time/Date/Place Born:
Nationalities: Pure Russian
Mutational Gift/Minor Abilities: The ability to control the four elements ( water, earth, fire, air )
Please limit your powers to one, or another minor talent
Appearance: http://weheartit.com/entry/12994761
(Picture - no anime please)
Hair Colour: long curly black hair (as seen in pic)
Eye Colour: electric violet
Weight: 107
Height: 5'4
Personality: (Must be at least 5 sentences)
Anastasiya is a cold little girl. She doesn't care for anybody or anything, making eliminating enemies easier. Although her soul and heart are locked up, she can be outgoing. Anastasiya could kill someone by talking them to death. She's also wild, crazy, and reckless. She has no regret and will jump into anything without second thought, making her a little dangerous. Being so young she can be naive but rarely falls victim to lies. Infant she's a natural liar herself. She lies like she was born to, and can sense when other Dobt tell the truth.
History: (Must be at least 5 sentences)
Anastasiya had a terribly rough background. Her mother was a huge business woman and was almost never around. Her father was a genious scientist that worked for the government. With both her parents always being gone, Anastasiya grew up almost alone in her big house. Since her parents were never around she learned how to care for herself. She knew loneliness more than anyone.
Her school life was much worse. Anastasiyas powers begin to reveal themselves at age six. They became uncontrollable and the other kids began to notice. She was bullied for being different. The kids would punch, bite, kick and do anything to hurt her. There wasn't one day she wouldn't come home without a black eye or cut, but she grew up alone so who would care about the beaten child. One time when she was walking home a group of boys spotted her and beat her down with a metal piece of pipe. She had tried to fight back but there too many, as they pinned her arms and legs down. That unfortunate encounter caused a long deep cut traveling from the back of her neck to her the middle if her back; resulting in a raging red scar in the form of an S. that day she decided to run away. If she were to ever be beaten like the again; it would be over her dead body.
She ran and ran, living off what she could find. She absorbed a new found hatred for those around her and developed a permanent uncontrollable anger. She eventually met these people who asked hr to demonstrate her elemental powers. Once she successfully showed them. The officials took the girl to be part of the Enigma.
Relationship Status: Single
Full Name: Elizabeth Lena Fargo
Nicknames: Liz or Beth
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Age: 14
Time Date Place Born: 12:45 pm April, 8th, 1999 San Fransico
Mutational Gift: Liz can sense the death of people around her and can see it in her head, how it happens.
Appearance:
Hair Colour: Black
Eye Colour: Hazel
Weight: 120
Height: 5ft 4in
Personality: Liz is very quiet and shy when it comes to people she doesn't know. But once she knows you she can be quit the talker, and also friendly. But even if she knows you she tends to keep all her emotions to herself. Liz is also funny and has a great sense of humor. She is also kind and will always be there for a shoulder to cry on.
History: Liz was the younger sister of the family and always seemed to disappoint her parents. Liz's sister was always the best. Liz never wanted to tell her family about her gift because she didn't want to disappoint them (once again). On her 13th birthday, Liz told her sister about what she had been seeing. Turned out to be the worst idea ever. Liz's sister told her parents and then the whole family thought she was some kind of disease or crazy. One day after her Grandma died her parents called some people. A couple hours later the people came and took her. They did several experiments on her. She felt like an animal. Finally, a couple of months later she escaped. Ever sense then she has been on her own.
Relationship Status: Single
Nicknames: Liz or Beth
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Age: 14
Time Date Place Born: 12:45 pm April, 8th, 1999 San Fransico
Mutational Gift: Liz can sense the death of people around her and can see it in her head, how it happens.
Appearance:
Hair Colour: Black
Eye Colour: Hazel
Weight: 120
Height: 5ft 4in
Personality: Liz is very quiet and shy when it comes to people she doesn't know. But once she knows you she can be quit the talker, and also friendly. But even if she knows you she tends to keep all her emotions to herself. Liz is also funny and has a great sense of humor. She is also kind and will always be there for a shoulder to cry on.
History: Liz was the younger sister of the family and always seemed to disappoint her parents. Liz's sister was always the best. Liz never wanted to tell her family about her gift because she didn't want to disappoint them (once again). On her 13th birthday, Liz told her sister about what she had been seeing. Turned out to be the worst idea ever. Liz's sister told her parents and then the whole family thought she was some kind of disease or crazy. One day after her Grandma died her parents called some people. A couple hours later the people came and took her. They did several experiments on her. She felt like an animal. Finally, a couple of months later she escaped. Ever sense then she has been on her own.
Relationship Status: Single
Full Name: Esperanza Lynn Salizarina
Nickname(s): Esper, Espy
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Age: 16
Time/Date/Place Born:
12:45pm/ 04/28/1997/ in Brooklyn, New York
Nationalities:
Born in America but lives in Paris
Mutational Gift/Minor Abilities:
Please limit your powers to one, or another minor talent
Appearance:
(Picture - no anime please)
http://s5.favim.com/orig/54/beautiful...
Hair Colour: Blonde
Eye Colour: Bright blue
Weight: 128
Height: 5' 8''
Personality: (Must be at least 5 sentences)
Esper is a funny and kind girl. She hates it when she is told what to do though. She has a good side and a bad side. On her good side she is helpful and kind, happy and joyful. But her bad side, is flirty, dangerous, and anger. She has never really fully trusted anyone. Not ever since she discovered she was a mutant.
History: (Must be at least 5 sentences)
Espy has been a mutant for 10 years, ever since she was 6. She could crush things without touching them. She could move things across the room. When she first realized she was a mutant she was in a school play and she didn't like the way her director waved his hand at her. She just imagined it slapping him over and over again...But it actually happened and she went into shock for about a week. When she goes crazy (her bad side) She likes moving and smashing things. But when she's not crazy (Good side) She hates doing it.
Relationship Status:
Open
Nickname(s): Esper, Espy
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Age: 16
Time/Date/Place Born:
12:45pm/ 04/28/1997/ in Brooklyn, New York
Nationalities:
Born in America but lives in Paris
Mutational Gift/Minor Abilities:
Please limit your powers to one, or another minor talent
Appearance:
(Picture - no anime please)
http://s5.favim.com/orig/54/beautiful...
Hair Colour: Blonde
Eye Colour: Bright blue
Weight: 128
Height: 5' 8''
Personality: (Must be at least 5 sentences)
Esper is a funny and kind girl. She hates it when she is told what to do though. She has a good side and a bad side. On her good side she is helpful and kind, happy and joyful. But her bad side, is flirty, dangerous, and anger. She has never really fully trusted anyone. Not ever since she discovered she was a mutant.
History: (Must be at least 5 sentences)
Espy has been a mutant for 10 years, ever since she was 6. She could crush things without touching them. She could move things across the room. When she first realized she was a mutant she was in a school play and she didn't like the way her director waved his hand at her. She just imagined it slapping him over and over again...But it actually happened and she went into shock for about a week. When she goes crazy (her bad side) She likes moving and smashing things. But when she's not crazy (Good side) She hates doing it.
Relationship Status:
Open
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