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message 1: by [deleted user] (last edited Oct 14, 2013 10:57AM) (new)

* Plz fill out the following, charries will not be accepted unless made in this format*
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message 2: by [deleted user] (new)

first name: Jazmin
last name: Lehr
nickname: Jaz

age: 18

gender: Female

species: Elf
powers: Sensitive hearing. keen eyesight, healing powers, good with nature/plants/animals.

appearance: black waist long hair, big violet eyes, fair skin
dressing style: Sundress, nude heels

personality: girly, funny, kind, patient, bubbly

family: None, her parents died when she was young. Jasmin has lived in an orphanage until she turned 18, leagally becoming an adult.

history: Lived in Wrae her whole life.
other: Loves to sing, and is good too. Green thumb. Orphan. Speaks woven and English perfectly. Believes in love at first sight.

message 3: by [deleted user] (new)

First Name: Nameli
Last Name: Shaneara
Nickname(Optional): Nali
Gender: Female
Species: Elven
Appearance (Pic, url or Description):
Dressing Style (Pic, url or Description):
Powers: Agility, Heightened senses, healing abilities, Talk to animals.
Personality: Sweet and shy, witty and playfull but soft spoken
Family: Twin sister (Cris), Older sister (Shy).
History: Just moved to Wrae after getting out of foster system after seven years. Older sister is legal Guardian.
Other Info: Sings and plays piano, loves to run in tree's and play with animals. Has an Iguana and a Rose petal tattoo on back of neck Speaks elven and English fluently

First Name: Crishema
Middle Name(optional):
Last Name: Shaneara
Gender: Female
Species: Elven
Appearance(Pic, url or Description):
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Powers: Heightened senses, agility, Healing, makes things grow
Personality: Party girl, big flirt, loyal and protective.
Family: Twin sister (Nali), older sister( Shy)
History: (See Above)
Other Info: Loves plants, sings, owns a puppy, has same rose tattoo as Nali. Loves climbing tree’s and laying in flowers. Speaks elven and English fluently

First Name: Sylha
Last Name: Shaneara
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Species: Elven
Appearance(Pic, url or Description):
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Powers: Heightened senses, agility, healing powers, read emotions
Personality: Sweet and selfless, protective and loving.
Family: Two younger sisters (Nali and Cris.)
History: ( See above)
Other Info: Loves her sister with all her heart, like a mother to them. Hates Iguana’s, has a rose in full bloom tattoo on back of neck, dances native dance. Loves relaxing in forest, laying on branches. Speaks elven and English fluently

message 4: by [deleted user] (new)

first name: Olly
last name: Reede
age: 20
gender: male
dressing style: jeans, v-neck tee
species: elf
powers: agility, stealth, gold in hand to hand, can make plants grow/heal, speaks elven
perslnality: caring, gentle, intelligant, can be romantic
family: orphan. Jazmin is like his little sister though.
history: lived here all his life.
other info: Olly is practically Jazmin's big brother. They have always been there for eachother.

message 5: by [deleted user] (last edited Oct 11, 2013 02:16PM) (new)

First Name:Dynami
Middle Name: Aleksander
Last Name:Feath
Nickname: Dy
Dressing Style: Tee shirt and jeans
Powers: super speed/strength, and other normal werewolf things
Personality: Comes off as a little arrogant, but is really sweet and loving. He is protective and can be violent, but only in defense or extreme anger. He hates people who bully others and does everything to stop it. He never asks any one for anything and is always there to provide for everyone else. He is very loyal, but also kinda laid back.
Family: Parents lived back home, moved here two months ago with cousin.
History: He was teased as a child because he came off as gay. Only in high school did he realize he was reaaly gay. He doesn't talk about it much, but isn't ashamed of it. He has always been an alpha male and had issues with his old alpha. So, him and his cousins took off and started there own pack.
Sexual preference: Homosexual
Other Info: Secretly loves playing piano, has two dogs.

First Name: Kyle
Middle Name(optional): Alexander
Last Name: Feath
Nickname(Optional): Kye
Age: 20
Gender: male
Species: Werewolf
Dressing Style:
Powers: werewolf stuff, but super smart.
Personality: Nerdy, cute, shy, tries not to show off. Beta of new pack
Family: Here with cousin, mom back home, little sister off at college, dad died.
History: Graduated college at age 17, avoids conflict, doesn't use 'powers' often, moved here to start new pack
Other Info: Plays electric guitar, hates birds.

message 6: by sol (new)

sol | 7 comments First Name: Arabella
Middle Name(optional): Genevieve
Last Name: Morrison
Nickname(Optional): Bella
Age: Just turned 19
Gender: Female
Species: Fallen Angel
Appearance(Pic, url or Description):

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Bella has long, wavy, red hair .She has pale skin and bright blue eyes and is very tall. She is 5'10, and has a slim figure.

Dressing Style(Pic, url or Description):

Powers: She can command lightning, and she has retractable white wings that span 7 feet. Angels also live forever.
Personality: Sassy, feisty and sarcastic. She has a good sense of humour and loves to meet people. Bella is a fiercely loyal friend and always sticks up for what she believes in.

Family: She left her family behind when she chose to fall from heaven, but still misses them very much. She was desperate to see what life on Earth was like, what humans were like, so she told her parents what she was going to do, and then she did it.

History: Fell from heaven only a few days ago. She is still getting used to life on earth and everything. She was born in heaven to Angel parents, but always yearned to explore earth. Bella knew that if she went to earth, she could never go back to heaven... But she took that risk.
Other Info: --

message 7: by Angela (last edited Sep 21, 2013 01:07PM) (new)

Angela First Name:Kelsey
Last Name:Mikkle
Appearance(Pic, url or Description):Link
Dressing Style(Pic, url or Description):bright hoddies and short shorts
Powers:just shapeshifting
Personality:kind but gets angry easily
Family: moved away and dislikes talking about them
History:will not talk about it
Other Info: ____

message 8: by [deleted user] (last edited Sep 26, 2013 09:24PM) (new)

First Name: Eliza
Last Name: Winterfeild
Gender: Female
Species: wolf
Appearance(Pic, url or Description):
Dressing Style(Pic, url or Description):Big sweaters and jeans
Powers: Normall warewolf stuff, plus attraction( Attracts guy of other species.)
Personality: Fun loving and dorky, smart and playfull.
Family: None, taken in By kyles
History: Loves kyle like a brother, family died in car crash and she doesn't remember much.
Other Info: Loves kids and puppied, hates sushi

message 9: by Mariah (last edited Sep 14, 2013 02:34AM) (new)

Mariah Courtis (sundaysgardendandelions) First Name: Ivory
Middle Name(optional): Jane
Last Name: Lacy
Nickname(Optional): Ivy

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Species: Witch

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Powers: She can grow plants, make fire, read spells etc.

Personality: She is a kind sweet generous person. Outwardly she seems an easy target but if you get on her bad side there's no saying what will happen.

Mother-Esperanza Lacy
Father-Michael Lacy
Oldest sister-Amethyst Lacy
Oldest brother- Alec Lacy

History: Her mother a Latina and her father born in the US her family was always odd. She was raised in traditional witch surroundings with parents who were completely in love. Her mother the witch and her father an ordinary guy, Ivory saw nothing odd about her life. All this though she has no recollection of. Ivory was in a horrific accident that gave her brain damage, wiping any memory of her past away from her. She remembers nothing now, not even the fact that she's a witch.

message 10: by OtakuDucky /gone/ (last edited Sep 15, 2013 01:39PM) (new)

OtakuDucky /gone/ (DuckyWho) | 2 comments [ First Name ] Maddison
[ Last Name ] Williams

[ Nickname(s) ] Maddie, Mads(only her brother calls her that)

[ Age ] 18 years of age
[ Date of birth ] June 1st
[ Place of Birth ] Nova Scotia, Canada
[ Time of Birth ] 12:00 a.m.

[ Gender ] Female
[ Sexuality] Maddie is bisexual, like her brother.
[ Nationality(ies) ] Maddie is purely French-Canadian.

[ Species ] Maddie is a pureblooded angel.
[ Strengths/Weaknesses ] Maddie does very well in the cold, and hates the heat.
[ Physical Appearance ]

[ Dressing Style ]
-knock-off Uggs
-her Canadian flag sweatshirt
-off the shoulder sweaters
-more sweaters
-her Pikachu hat :3

★Hair: long, and light blonde
★Eyes: light violet
★Weight: "A-a lady n-never tells!" About 137 pounds, almost 138
★Height: Maddie is about 5'6".
★Face Details: She has a thin face, and wide, bright eyes. She looks very doll-like.
★Body type: Maddie has curves, but she is surprisingly thin.
★Blood type: B+
★Distinguished Marks (if any): Maddie got a maple leaf tattooed on her left shoulder when she was 16. She has a retractable pair of snow white wings.

[ Personality] Maddie is a very shy, quiet girl. She spends most of her time in libraries and in the woods. She doesn't talk much, unlike her brother, who talks ALL THE TIME. Maddie has a stutter due to her shyness, but when she's around guys, it's even worse. She's very polite, and she's not afraid to speak her mind, although nobody ever really hears her. Maddie's absolutely terrified of public speaking, though. People usually see her, and sometimes they talk to her, but they don't always hear her, so they think she's being snobby and ignoring them. The people who do hear her learn very quickly that Maddie is fun, sweet, and polite.

[ History] Maddie was raised by a troubled family. Her father was an alcohol and drug addict, and her mom was a confused and depressed woman. Her mom attempted suicide many times, and her father would 'help' her by leaving little notes everywhere Maddie's mom went, each one more upsetting than the last. When Maddie was 16, her mom finally did it. She leapt off a building and into 5 lanes of traffic. Maddie was away at camp at the time, so she didn't find out for another week. In memory of her mom, she got a maple leaf tattooed on her shoulder. As soon as Maddie returned to school, at the Honors Academy in Nova Scotia, she was greeted by a boy named Alfred, who claimed to be her half-brother. After some research, Maddie realized that her and Alfred F. Jones were full-blooded siblings. In the same year, Maddie discovered her wings, and almost had to leave school in fear of someone discovering them. Of course, she managed to hide her wings for the next two years, and she graduated next to Alfred. The two used live together, away from their dad and their mom's grave, in Galax, Virginia, a very chilly, very tiny town.

[ Family ] Dad- Franquois Williams
Mom (deceased)- Alice Kirkland-Williams
Brother- Alfred F. Jones
[ Relationship Status] Available!

-maple syrup (the real kind, not the fake stuff Alfred likes (cough)Aunt Jemima(cough))
-cheesecake with chocolate syrup on top
-Mallow Cups

-fake maple syrup
-any type of alcohol and/or drugs
-people with a 'getto' accent
-people with incorrect grammar

[Other] Maddie and Alfred are best friends, and siblings, but they aren't together all the time. They do hang out together when Maddie's home at the same time as Alfred, which isn't very often.

message 11: by Mariah (last edited Sep 18, 2013 04:11AM) (new)

Mariah Courtis (sundaysgardendandelions) First Name: Gabriel
Middle Name(optional): Mario
Last Name: Costa
Nickname(Optional): Gabe

Age: 18

Gender: male

Species: Werewolf

Appearance(Pic, url or Description): (Tanned with black hair that shines brown in the light and has goldy brown eyes. He is muscular and is about 6'4)

Wolf form:

Dressing Style(Pic, url or Description):

Powers: He turns into a wolf

Personality: a quiet kind person who dosn't like to bother anyone with his issues when he has them. He enjoys playing guitar and cooking. He is a generous person who will give up what he wants most for the people he loves.

Mother: Maggie Costa/ age: 46

Father: Valantino Costa/ age: 48

Sister: Rosa Costa/ age: 5

History: Gabe was born and raised in Italy by his Italian father and American mother. His life ambition as a child growing up was to be a chef with his father. His dream was crushed though when he was bitten by a werewolf one night when he was throwing garbage in the bin behind his fathers restraunt. When his parents found out about this they kicked him out, shunning him from the family for being what they beleived to be evil. Nowhere to go Gabe decided to move to America with his life savings he kept away. Now he works in a local cafe for a minimum wage in Boston.

message 12: by [deleted user] (last edited Oct 01, 2013 11:39AM) (new)

First Name: Eden
Middle Name: June
Last Name: Sharp
Nickname: Ed

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Species: Elf
Appearance: (view spoiler)

Dressing Style:

Powers: She can heal people half way

Personality: She is a shy but loving girl. She has always been shy, scared to talk to people or interact. She is vary kind and caring, she loves animals more than anything and is always outside. she is always calm and is a vary hard worker.

Mother-Vary sick
Step-father-never around
older step brother- Griffin - 20

History: Eden was born an only child, her mother and father were vary close and loved each other. Her father died when she was three, her mother married the next man she saw. After her mother got re-married, Eden had an older brother, she is vary close to her brother and always has been. She is always taking care of her mother with the help of her brother.

Other Info: N/A

First Name: Griffin
Middle Name: Michael
Last Name: Sharp
Nickname: Grif, Griffy.

Age: 20

Gender: Male

Species: Werewolf

Appearance: (view spoiler)

Dressing Style:

Powers: Normal werewolf powers

Personality: Griffin is a vary stern man. He likes to do things the right way and is always correcting his sister. He loves music and can play the guitar vary well. He is vary protective of his little sister and is always worried about her.

Step mother-Vary sick
Father-Never around
Step sister- Eden - 19

History: Griffin was born a twin, he twin brother died at birth and his parents never told him. His mother died when he was two and his father was single for two years trying to raise him. His father married and woman that had a daughter around his age, he loves his sister will all his heart and has always watched out for her. He is taking care of his mom with her little sister all the time now.

Other Info: N/A

message 13: by Bree (last edited Sep 25, 2013 02:07PM) (new)

Bree Name: Lucas James



Species: Werewolf

Sexuality: Straight


Date of Birth:


Hair Color: Brown and Blonde hair
Eye Color:Brown eyes

Distinct Markings:Look at his appearance for his tattoo i>

Wolf Appearance:

History:In one of the pictures for his wolf appearance, it’s depicted that there is a white wolf with him who looks to be a good friend of Luke’s. Well, there was once a white wolf, and she was the greatest girlfriend Luke could’ve ever asked her. He met her in the woods one day after she had gotten lost as a kid. At the time, Luke was 12, and she was 10. When Luke was in his wolf form, he had found her huddled into a ball by a bush with her head pressed into her knees. She shook as she cried, and through Luke’s eyes, he knew that she was deathly afraid. He approached her slowly, and gently licked her hand. When she looked up to see Luke, she felt safe, and she gently pet the black fur between his eyes. Luke knew the woods like the back of his hand, and he knew that he could get this little girl home. He lead her through the woods and later, before it became dark, he brought her to her parents who were waiting at the edge of the woods with a search party who couldn’t find her. When she was embraced by the arms of both of her loving parents, Luke felt a tug on his heart, because he didn’t remember who his own parents were. He left after they were reunited, but as fate would have it, that wasn’t the last time he would see that girl. Years passed, and then Luke meets her again, this time, he is the one who is in trouble. He had one of his legs caught in the trap of a poacher, and Luke was unable to get his foot free. Soon, a girl came up to him, and she saw that he was in trouble. Immediately, he recognized her to have the same blue eyes as the little girl whom he saved in the woods. It was definitely her, and she was older now, and more beautiful than before. She wasn’t afraid of Luke now, maybe it was because she recognized Luke, or maybe it was Luke was hurt. He never did find out why she helped set him free. Once he had his foot free of the trap, he couldn’t run or walk on it, so he limped over to a nearby cave with the girl’s help, then he laid himself down. She left, but she came back later that day, and she brought a first aid kit. For the next couple of days, Luke had been mesmerized by the bravery and kindness that this girl had shown him. He wanted to know why she had helped him, more importantly, he wanted to thank her. One day when she came back after having helped Luke back into health, Luke shifted in front of her. He knew that she would think he was a freak, and might never want to see him again. Before she could anything, he thanked her for helping him, and he told her his name. A never ending silence formed between them, until she finally said “Nice to meet you, Luke. I’m Crystal.” They became the closest of friends after that, and Crystal always came to the woods to visit Luke, and they always had fun together. They would climb trees, swim in the lakes, run through the fields, and have food fights with the berries that they would pluck from bushes nearby. After more years of friendship, they became lover, and Luke imprinted on her, making her a werewolf like him. It always struck him as funny as to why she was a white wolf, and he was a black one. The thing is, there was a white wolf once, so at some point, she was gone. Luke hasn’t told a soul about what happened to Crystal, but it’s obvious that, when one person meets him, that he seems to be saddened by her not being by his side.

Personality:Enough is said in his history, that his personality ought to be left a mystery until someone decides to meet him in person.

Shifting into two states of wolf
Enhanced Agility
Enhanced Reflexes
Enhanced Strength
Enhanced Jump
Lunar Empowerment
Lycanthropic Infection
Enhanced Bite
Enhanced Durability/Invulnerability
Enhanced Endurance
Enhanced Senses
Night Vision
Enhanced Speed
Enhanced Stamina
Environmental Adaptation
Predator Instinct


He thought Crystal was the one for him, but she wasn't.

Also, he is from another group, so his profile might look different compared to the other characters listed.

message 14: by Bree (last edited Sep 25, 2013 03:30PM) (new)

Bree First Name:Jesse

Last Name:McGuire




Appearance(Pic, url or Description):

Wolf Appearance:

Dressing Style(Pic, url or Description):

Shifting into two states of wolf
Enhanced Agility
Enhanced Reflexes
Enhanced Strength
Enhanced Jump
Lunar Empowerment
Lycanthropic Infection
Enhanced Bite
Enhanced Durability/Invulnerability
Enhanced Endurance
Enhanced Senses
Night Vision
Enhanced Speed
Enhanced Stamina
Environmental Adaptation

Personality:Jesse is a socially awkward guy when it comes to talking to people that he doesn’t know. He needs people to be patient with them when they first meet him, so they get to know how nice, funny, and sweet he can be. He’s very intelligent as well- in high school, he was the person who everyone asked for extra homework help as well as the one people copy off of him for answers. He knows how to crack a joke around his friends, and he knows to use just the right amount of sarcasim. He’s loyal to the people is the most close to, and he’s a very good listener when people have problems or secrets that they need to get off their chest. He’s a bit of a nerd as well, so don’t be surprised if he makes a movie, book, or anime reference. Jesse was the guy in highschool who, when he took off his glasses, he was suddenly the most good looking person there was.

Dad ( not in the picture )
Mom ( won’t accept him )

History:Jesse ended up becoming a werewolf by accident. His school was having a Halloween carnival one night, and since the school has its campus close to the woods, the school board of students decided to create a haunted tractor ride that would lead people to the woods, and then they would be scared by people jumping out at them. Jesse wanted to find a way to make new friends and be a part of the high school, so he signed up to be one of the people to jump out from behind a grave. The night of the carnival, Jesse put on black face paint and was wearing all black. He had a mask with him that he bought from Spirit of Halloween while everyone else who was also working the tractor ride had elaborate costumes. He felt like a stick in the mud. Jesse went out to the trail with his mask in his hand, and ended up hearing a loud and spine chilling howl from not far away from him. He figured that the sound system for the ride was already set up, so he put his mask on and went over to where he was supposed to stand. Several people went on the tractor ride, and all of them were scared when Jesse came out. He felt a sense of accomplishment swell up inside him. After a while, the ride died down and Jesse stood with his back to a nearby tree. Suddenly, there was a sound of fast thuds and the rustle of bushes being shaken by something. Jesse’s hands lifted up to his mask, but before he could take it off, he was attacked by something large, loud, and furry. The creature ended up clawing Jesse who still had his mask on, and dragging him further into the woods with Jesse’s leg clamped in its mouth. Jesse screamed and shouted loudly for help while kicking around and trying to grab onto something in the dirt. Finally, the creature let go of Jesse’s foot, and Jesse scooted away from it and pulled his mask off. The creature who had grabbed him, and bit him, was a werewolf. It stood on both of its hind legs like a man, and was easily over eight feet tall. The creature’s eyes narrowed at Jesse, then it growled loudly at him. Jesse felt pain in his leg where he was bitten, and he collapsed down onto one leg. He rolled up his pant leg shakily to reveal a perfectly shaped bite mark around his leg that was dripping with his blood. Jesse’s eyes looked up to see the werewolf creature, but it was gone.

Other Info:His mother doesn’t except him because she believes that her son has been turned into a monster.

message 15: by Bree (last edited Sep 26, 2013 02:49PM) (new)

Bree First Name:Luna

Last Name:Lovejoy




Appearance(Pic, url or Description):


Dressing Style(Pic, url or Description):

New Age Gothic. Dark colors with the only light color being white. It’s similar to old fashioned gothic but not as old fashioned with most of the outfits being long dresses and involving clothing that covers up most of her skin. She isn’t shy when it comes to showing some of her skin, and her dresses are never any lower than her knees.

She is fairly good at drawing, painting, sketching, sculpting, and photography, however, with her species, she is able to take any work of art, an example would be a painting, and bring it life. If there was to be a picture of a loved one who has long since passed away, she would be able to bring the person to life from the picture and they would look as they did in the picture. However, the person will be in the mood and mindset that they were in when the photo was taken.

Personality:Luna, despite her gothic look, is very kind towards people and is very much a caretaker for someone who either needs guidance, or someone who just needs a hug. Luna sees the world in ways that no normal person would be able to, and in the real world that only she knows about, everything is amazing. Her sense of humor is not inappropriate, but part of her humor involves teasing and messing with people to the point of them blushing or rolling their eyes at her. More than anything, she loathes the people who complain about everything when they already have everything. In high school, she was the creative and quiet girl in the back of the class who would always surprise people when she created something unique in art class. She also has a way with kids despite her unusual appearance. While she frightens away people her age, she attracts children who think her hair looks cool and think she’s awesome.

Mother ( died of old age )
Father ( died of old age )

History:Luna first discovered who she was when her art group and herself went to Musée du Louvre, Paris and went to a famous art museum. All along the walls of the architectural beautiful building, were several paintings and various sculptures that had survived for many years. Each of the sculptures were real, as were the paintings on the walls . It was because they were real that each painting had one security guard next to it. When they stopped by one painting in particular, Luna couldn’t believe how beautiful and exquisitely detailed it was up close. This painting was the Mona Lisa, and her smile seemed to speak to Luna while their group leader was giving a speech on the painting’s history. The security guard was talking to some of the students with Luna who had been pestering the guy with questions: the most asked one being if he had a taser. Luna found herself moving forward to the painting, and then her hand reached up and she touched the right cheek of the Mona merely an inch away from her signature smile. All of sudden, the Mona Lisa painted gave off a faint glow, and Luna had to take several steps back. The Mona Lisa painting rippled like a water current, and then Mona herself stepped out of the painting, and stood before the group of art students. She was still smiling, but she was smiling right at Luna.

Other Info:The inspiration from her story is from a dear friend of mine who had a very interesting dream one night.

message 16: by Bree (last edited Sep 26, 2013 08:34PM) (new)

Bree First Name:Finn

Last Name:Taylor




Appearance(Pic, url or Description):

Wolf Appearance:

Dressing Style(Pic, url or Description):

Enhanced Agility
Enhanced Reflexes
Enhanced Strength
Enhanced Jump
Lunar Empowerment
Lycanthropic Infection
Enhanced Bite
Enhanced Durability/Invulnerability
Enhanced Endurance
Enhanced Senses
Night Vision
Enhanced Speed
Enhanced Stamina
Environmental Adaptation
Predator Instinct

Personality:Finn has a tendency to act out of turn and have an ill mannered temper. When someone first meets him, he comes off as arrogant, stubborn, rude, and ill considerate of people’s feelings. Him becoming a werewolf has left his ability to communicate with people normally scarred and damaged. It would take a very patient and not easily irritated person to become a friend to Finn. He’s easily irritated and always seems to be in a mood when he is found on the street. He’s well built and strong, so when he makes a threat to someone, he can back it up. Tyler’s werewolf gene has made him this way, so it can’t be helped. In order for him to do any good, he has to find some meaning to his life, or maybe, find someone to help give him meaning to his life.

Mom ( dead )
Dad ( dead )

History:His life became a living hell when he first discovered that he was a werewolf. Enough is said in that, so don’t ask.


message 17: by Kat (last edited Oct 13, 2013 04:48PM) (new)

Kat (kitty_kat_kit)

"And I ran as fast as I could to get help and save her. Save her from the rogue, but turns out I hadn't been fast enough."

Full Name:Vincent James Johnson Nickname:Vince, James, Jamie, Vinny. (Only his sister gets away with calling him Vinny and Jamie)

Date of Birth:October 14th

Gender: Male
Relationship Status:Open(Just ask)
Pack Rank:Hunter?

Hair:Dark brown almost black
Eyes:Crystal Blue
Blood Type:Ab+
Distinguished Markings:Scar all the way down his right forearm.

"And he watched as she cried for all the things wrong in their life not knowing what to do about it."
No act of kindness, no matter how small, is ever wasted.
Vince is one of the most kind and caring guys you'll ever meet. He listen to you if that's what you need and he'll never try to make anyone feel bad. He generally cares about people and their feelins. He's not a mean person at all he can't even act mean if he wanted to because its just not him. If he was mean he'd feel terrible right away. He'll help anyone who needs it as long as it doesn't risk the safetly of those he cares about.
Honesty is for the most part less profitable than dishonesty.
Vince is the kind of guy that will always be honest no matter. If you want honesty Vince will give it to you no sugar coating it, but of course he'll be nice about. He almost never lies to anyone unless its to protect his sister. Vince hates liars and believes the truth is better because if you lie the person is bound to find out and make it worse for yourself, that and he just believes lying is inmoral.
I can see the humorous side of things and enjoy the fun when it comes; but look where I will, there seems to me always more sadness than joy in life.
Vince is a funny guy when he wants to be. He loves joking around with people. Yeah he's mostly a serious guy but he'll be funny at the right times. He loves a good laugh and just thinks that laughter is important in a person's life. He'll do whatever it takes to make someone who's upset laugh. He often spends a lot of time making his sister laugh especially due to her depression. His sister doesn't like people knowing she has depression so when she's around others she wears a mask to hide. A mask he always see's through. He knows exactly how to make her and most people laugh. A real laugh not a fake one.
Do not underestimate the determination of a quiet man.
Vincent is a relitively quiet person. It doesn't mean he doesn't talk because he does he's just not as outspoken as his sister. And when he does talk its in a quiet calm tone of voice unless he's being funny. Vince is almost always quiet even when he's angry. Actually his sister believes its worse than him yelling when he mads. She call's it his scary calm. But its not that he's calm he just looks like he is. Vince is very good at keeping his cool unless your threatening his sister then there probably will be some yelling going on. Maybe even a little violence. Vince isn't really violent and believes violence should only be a last resort.
I take things like honor and loyalty seriously. It's more important to me than any materialistic thing or any fame I could have.
Loyalty means a lot to Vince. He is extremely loyal to the pack but his biggest loyalties rely with his sister. He'd always choose her over anyone else. If Vince is loyal to you he'll do anything for you. He'll fight for you, die for you, he'll do anything. Vince has always been loyal and it started when his father started getting abussive to him and his sister. He did everything he could to protect his little sister.
Caution is not cowardly. Carelessness is not courage.
Vince is a very careful person. Unlike his sister who acts on impulse he'll strategize and make what he believes is the best decisions before he acts. Where a lot of people would just go and do whatever he'd think things through. Vince has never acted on impulse and he doesn't plan on it. Even when he had to save his sisters life he thought it through before he did something stupid.

Parents: Daniel Johnson grew up in the Sagen pack his entire life. His father was a sentinel and his mother was a guardian. They where well respect members of the pack and taught Daniel how to be the best pack member he could be. When he turned 19 he met his mate Jenny. Jenny Kelks had been a rogue before she had met Daniel at the age of 18. She'd been a rogue for as long as she could remember her parents always forcing her to move around for reasons she never knew. When she found her mate she joined her mates pack and mated with him. Her parents had been killed recently so finding her mate had been comforting. Two years later their eldest their son Vincent was born. They had been so happy and a year later they decided they want to try for a daughter next so they could have their idea of a perfect little family and they did and they named her Lily. 5 years after Lily was born though Jenny was killed by a rogue wolf causing Daniel to go into depression.
Vincent was born October 14th about two years after his parents had mated. His younger sister Lily was born a year later. Life was great for the family of four until a rogue had killed his mom Jenny when he was 6. His sister Lily had stopped talking mostly and only talked to him and even that was rare. His father had become abussive to him and his sister but he always tried to protect her. He was abused the most because what his sister doesn't know was that his mom was protecting him when she'd been killed. He'd been out with his mom running in wolf form when they came. She'd made him run so she could distract them and hopefully kill them before they got to him or his sister. The rogues had killed her that day and one still remains alive. 10 years later when his father had almost killed his sister he remembered stopping him. He remember his sister snapping after having blamed him for their mothers death and their father getting mad enough that he almost killed her. He knew he had to step in one because she was his little sister and it was his job to protect her and two because she was defending him for something that in a way was his fault. He was the one who begged his mother to go out running that day. Their father had left after he'd tried to kill Lily and later they had both found out he'd killed himself.

Mom:Jenny Johnson (Deceased)
Dad:Daniel Johnson (Deceased)
Sister:Lily Johnson-20

-Impulsive when it comes to his sister
-Too trusting
-His sister (He'd do anything for her)
-His sister

"And I hold onto the moon as a comforting light to guide me on my path and help me in the dark.

message 18: by Kat (last edited Oct 13, 2013 04:49PM) (new)

Kat (kitty_kat_kit)

"I'm going to laugh like everything fine and pretend life is great and that I couldn't be better."

Full Name:


»» Age :20
»» D.O.B :September 24th

»» Sexuality :heterosexual
»»Relationship:Open(Just ask!)

Rank:Lead Scout

»» Hair:Chocolate brown
»» Eyes:Crystal Blue
»» Weight:110lbs.
»» Height:5"5
»» Blood type:O-
»» Distinguished Marks:Has a scar that starts at the tip of her eyebrow and runs to the corner of her right eye. A scar that runs the length of her right forearm and another scar on her left shoulder blade.
Tattoos: (view spoiler)

Wolf Appearance:

Stubborn people get themselves in a lot of trouble, but they also get things done.
Lily has always been an extremely stubborn person. She won't just sit back and be told something she doesn't believe in and quietly except it. She'll stubbornly tell you why your wrong and proceed to prove it to you. She's also stubborn when it comes to being told what to do. She won't do something if she doesn't believe its right. No that doesn't mean she's a goody two shoes but she tries to do what's right she may not succeed but she tries. She'll fight for what she wants when she wants of course she's smart enough not to be too stubborn where it gets her killed.

Wit is a dangerous weapon, even to the possessor, if he knows not how to use it discreetly.
Wit is a dangerous weapon if you don't know how to use it. Its a good thing Lily knows exactly how to wield it or she'd be in a heap of trouble. She knows when to use it and when not to. She knows how be obvious with it and discreet with it. Lily doesn't use her wit that often because of how dangerous of a weapon it can be. She uses it when necessary.

I feel very adventurous. There are so many doors to be opened, and I'm not afraid to look behind them.
Lily is generally a very adventurous girl. She loves to try and discover news things that some people would be to afraid to do. Things people might not even think of trying. She also loves to go and find new places and things whenever. Some would say she was to curious, but the saying is curiosity killed the cat it says nothing about the werewolf so she figures she's good. Of course she's not stupid she know how to be careful and how far she can and can't go in her adventures.

Its better to be brutally honest than to live a lie.
Lily is a generally honest person. She is brutally truthful weather you want to hear it or not. Not to say that she doesn't lie every once in a while. If it keeps her alive she'll lie to save her life. She just finds that being truthful especially around vampire's keeps you alive longer. See vampires don't usually like when you lie to them so she doesn't. Sure she keeps things from them but she doesn't outright lie. Sometimes what she says has a double meaning. She'll say what you want to hear and still be truthful about it.

A person who deserves my loyalty receives it.
Lily is if anything loyal. No not loyal as an she'll let you boss her around but loyal as in she'll fight to the death for those she cares about. She won't just abandon someone because its more convenient for her. Of course if she's loyal to you and cares about you she expects the same out of you. You have to earn her loyalty she won't just give it to you because you ask for. They say blood is thicker than water but blood doesn't always ensure loyalty. Yeah blood is important but loyalty is more important than blood. Of course the vampires have a different opinion on that.

I was born with an enormous need for affection, and a terrible need to give it.
This quote is so true for Lily. She may not trust easily but she does love easily. Maybe a little too easily. You'd think because you loved someone you'd trust them but that doesn't hold true for Lily. She often loves those who she doesn't trust. Those she shouldn't trust. She want to trust them but doesn't. She falls easily and once she had it takes a lot for that love to go away. Along with giving away love too easily she has always had a need to be loved in return. She longs to be cared for and loved as she does others. Of course she finds it more times than not that that doesn't happen. Not surprising since she's surrounded by vampires. Before that she was content with just her parents love and understanding but now she secretly longs for it even more so now.

Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.
Lily doesn't really trust. She only trusts a few people and that trust is earned. Its not easy to earn her trust and you have to work hard to gain her trust. She's not stupid enough to just hand of her trust to anyone who asks for her. She's trusted in the past and regretted it greatly so now gaining her trust in nearly impossible. Not trusting many people can be a good thing. Trusting the wrong person can get a person killed. She learned that the hard way.

"I'm just gonna dance and drink my problems away even if only for a little while."

Daniel Johnson grew up in the Sagen pack his entire life. His father was a sentinel and his mother was a guardian. They where well respect members of the pack and taught Daniel how to be the best pack member he could be. When he turned 19 he met his mate Jenny. Jenny Kelks had been a rogue before she had met Daniel at the age of 18. She'd been a rogue for as long as she could remember her parents always forcing her to move around for reasons she never knew. When she found her mate she joined her mates pack and mated with him. Her parents had been killed recently so finding her mate had been comforting. Two years later their eldest their son Vincent was born. They had been so happy and a year later they decided they want to try for a daughter next so they could have their idea of a perfect little family and they did and they named her Lily. 5 years after Lily was born though Jenny was killed by a rogue wolf causing Daniel to go into depression.
Lily was born September 24th about three years after her parents had mated. She had a older brother named Vincent who was older than her by a year. Life was great for the family of four until a rogue had killed her mom Jenny when she was 5. After her mom had been killed she'd closed up and hardly ever talked. The only person she actually talked to was her brother and even that was rare. Of course it didn't help that with her dad's depression he also became abusive to her and her brother. Every time he'd gotten angry he'd take out on the closest one of them to him. It was usually her brother because he did what he could to protect her from it but sometimes that didn't work just made it worse. 10 years after her mother had past and she was 15 and her brother was 16 she snapped. She was sick of being the quiet girl who never talked and had to avoid pack members as much as possible so they didn't find out about her father. She remembered yelling at him how she hated him and that if he'd been a good mate that her mom would still be here today. That caused her father to almost kill her with a silver knife. Luckily her brother had gotten home just in time to stop him. After her brother had managed to stop him they're father ran off and a week later that got news that he had killed himself. Lily and her brother have tried to live a normal or as normal life as they possibly could since then. Lily wasn't that quiet girl anymore who never talked. Now she talked all the time. Most people would say she talked to much but she decided to speak her mind because being quiet didn't help you in life at all.

Mom:Jenny Johnson(Deceased
Dad:Daniel Johnson(Deceased)

Older Brother:Vincent Johnson-21

-Back Talk














Other:Despite the fact that Lily seems to be a really happy bubbly person on the outside to everyone but her brother its half of the time just a mask. Lily surfers from severe depression from her past and has already attempted suicide numerous but didn't succeed because any of the times her brother stopped her. She also has PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder)which causes her to get angry easily.

message 19: by [deleted user] (new)

First Name: Rockel
Middle Name(optional): Elizabeth
Last Name:Feath
Nickname(Optional): Rocky (hates Rockel)
Appearance(Pic, url or Description):

Dressing Style(Pic, url or Description):

Powers:Normal warewolf stuff, and attract
Personality: She is bubbly and sweet, but tough. She loves to have fun and is very curios. She has her blonde moments, and is really silly.
Mother-Back in home town
Brother-Kyle feath
History: She was really close to her dad and when he died she got really depressed. She came out of it about two years ago and went off to college for dance. She is back now and lively as ever. She has a love hate relationship with Eli, and they do get into violent fights.
Other Info: Looking for someone to love her like her dad loved her mom.

message 20: by Mariah (new)

Mariah Courtis (sundaysgardendandelions) First Name: Vex
Middle Name(optional): Troy
Last Name: Taylor

Age: 21

Gender: Male

Species: Werepanther

Appearance(Pic, url or Description):
Dressing Style(Pic, url or Description): As seen in picture above (tuxedo etc.)
Panther Form:

Powers: Turns into panther

Personality: he's a very serious person who has a lot of influence in the business world. He's closed off to people he doesn't know and has a strong influence in the business world. To his friends he's funny and good natured, so long as you don't cross his path

Mother-Salina Taylor
Father-Michael Taylor
Younger sister-May Taylor

History: Vex comes from a very rich family. Outwardly he seemed fine growing up but dee down he felt as though he was an outcast and would do anything to please his very rich family including studying a degree in university he didn't want to study and dating girls only his family would approve of. Ultimately he feels trapped in his own body and life.

message 21: by Bree (last edited Oct 03, 2013 04:06PM) (new)

Bree First Name:Ulrich

Last Name:Zimmerman




Appearance(Pic, url or Description):

Dressing Style(Pic, url or Description):
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Ulrich dresses much more formally than average, however, he would not wear a suit or tux in public. He simply puts more effort into what he wears even though what he wears appears casual at times. His style is more business casual than anything, but that doesn’t mean he won’t wear a pair of jeans if he is in the mood to wear such a thing.

Personality:Ulrich comes off to strangers as a reclosed and silent being, but when found in nature, he is at his happiest. He’s fun loving, and he’s a kind spirit to people. He’s extremely loyal to his friends. However, unlike some guys his age, he is very willing to embrace nature. He’s enjoys taking leisure time to watch movies and go the beach. He’s as wise as an owl, but if caught on one of his ‘unpleasant days’, he can be as prickly and stubborn as a porcupine. For reasons unknown, he has found pleasure in music, and in books. He’s been called a dreamer by everyone in his family, but he denies that name. He doesn’t know what he’s looking for in life, only that once he finds it, he’ll be whole.

Mom ( alive )
Dad ( alive )
Sister ( alive )

History:One word to describe to his parents would be ‘nature fanatics’. He was raised to conserve and be grateful for everything that he had to his name, as well as learn to give back to nature. Growing up, it was cool to believe that everything was connected, and that people, despite how they looked or acted, were all one big family. Ulrich went to school with these teachings, and was made fun of because his parents were ‘hippies’. He didn’t feel embarrassed by them at all because he wasn’t one to let people’s opinions of him affect how he saw himself and his family. Growing up, he learned that one of his closest friends was different, and not just different because of their personality, but different because they weren't exactly human. It shocked him at first to discover this, but then it made him found a new way to see the world around him because nature now housed animal, human, and supernatural. Discovering this made Ulrich's lifetime.

Other Info:I’ve always wanted to use the name Ulrich for one of my characters.

message 22: by Isis (last edited Oct 14, 2013 05:29PM) (new)

Isis First Name: Jimmi

Middle Name: Lynn

Last Name: Averit

Nickname: She sometimes goes by J, Mi, or Jim but it's usually just Jimmi

Age: 21

Gender: Female

Sexual Preference: She's mostly heterosexual, but a strong believer in love being love, thus, she can swing either way.

Species: She's part human and part fire demon

Dressing Style:

Powers: Jimmi can control fire to a certain extent, mostly with her hands but a little with her mind. Her greatest talent is the ability to show scenes, even if she didn't seem them herself, in a film of fire between her hands.

Personality: Jimmi is everything but the usual girl. She’s never anyone but herself, but that can sometimes be her biggest problem. She’s rather opinionated and she has a hard time keeping her mouth closed no matter the situation, which often gets her into trouble. She’s also very impulsive. It’s not about the thought before, it’s about doing and getting it done, then thinking. Consequences of her actions almost never cross her mind until it is much too late. Fortunately, not everything she does gets her into trouble.

As well as being impulsive and opinionated, she's a little bit short tempered and head strong. She knows what she wants and she will do anything she can to get it. She doesn't give up on the things that mean the most to her, no matter what. But then there is the matter of her temper. It's fairly short, especially with people she doesn't like. She's always the first one to throw a punch.

Jimmi is also competitive and fun loving when she is with the right person. Likewise, she can be very sweet and happy, but it is rare. She's usually a little bit on the darker side just because of the way things have gone in her life, but it's not always that way. When she is with people she enjoys she can be caring, loving, and everything that a girl should be, but those people have to be really special to her.

She's also very intelligent. There's nothing that she can't figure out as long as she actually takes time to think in the first place. She's fairly book smart but it's more of a situation smart. She's sneaky and she knows how to get things done quickly and efficiently.

Family: She does not have any real family that she knows of. The closest she had was a foster mother.
Foster Mother: Anna Belview (diseased)

History: Jimmi remembers almost nothing of her childhood, she only knows that it was bad. She lived in various foster homes since the day she was born because her parents dropped her on a fire station doorstep. She was constantly moved though because someone would find out she wasn't quite right eventually. She was trouble and a demon, therefore it was hard to find a place to stay.

She did find a good home with one woman, the only foster mother she remembers, when she was 14 though. She lived with this woman until she was about 17 and then the woman was murdered. The murder was because of Jimmi and she will forever be guilty. Someone had found out what Jimmi really was and they tried to kill her but it went awry and her foster mother was killed instead.

Jimmi now wanders aimlessly from place to place. She has money and she can find a job almost anywhere but she just doesn't stay long. The longer she is in one place the more problems that seem to arise.

Other Info: She has a hairless cat named Mimo...

Face Claim: Gogo Blackwater

message 23: by Dyana (new)

Dyana  Hindi First Name: Dana
Middle Name(optional): Marie Ann
Last Name: Williams
Nickname(Optional): Di
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Species: witch
Appearance : 5.2 , not too skinny. curly dark hair, half way her back. wide chocolate brown eyes, tan skin.
Dressing Style(Pic, url or Description): anything comfortable.
Powers: visions
Personality: sharp, clever, big-mouth and talkative. Shy at the beginning, not very out going. sweet and king, friendly yet doesn't have many close friends.
Family: her parents are dead, she lives with her grandparents, being a witch is her secret.
History: her parents and baby brother died when she was five, she only survived coz she was a witch, and no one knows about it.
Other Info: food disorder, very temperate.

message 24: by Mariah (new)

Mariah Courtis (sundaysgardendandelions) First Name: David
Middle Name(optional): Anthony
Last Name: Joel

Age: 35

Gender: Male

Species: Human

Appearance(Pic, url or Description):

Dressing Style(Pic, url or Description):

David is a very Loyal person who doesn't like to get on anyone's bad side. He enjoys a good drink or two and will be able to hold a decent conversation even when drunk. That's not to say he gets drunk often but he does no how to enjoy himself. He's good with the ladies and even as he's grown older he hasn't lost that skill. He is a quiet man and worries more about other peoples issues than his own. He's reliable and trusting.

Mother-May Joel
Father-Steven Joel
Twin Brother-Ethan Joel

David was born into a family of average wealth with his twin brother. They shared everything growing up from their appearance to their bedrooms. The only difference between them were their eyes. David having green eyes and Ethan having blue. This strong relationship is what built David's ability to be a Loyal and Loving companion. (Please don't mistake him for a Golden Retriever.) He grew up in a small country town in America but moved to Santa Monica to work as an assistant for a very wealthy, self made man, Vex Taylor. Vex is not only an employer but is also like a little brother. David would jump in front of a bullet for Vex.

-Giving advise
-Having a good laugh
-Classical music

-Pop Music

message 25: by [deleted user] (last edited Oct 02, 2013 04:41PM) (new)

Name: Megan Harmony

Age: 22

Gender: Female

Species: Godess



Personality: Megan was born a godess and had one of the best childhoods that a little girl could ever had. Because of he childhood she is always happy and bubbly inside. When she sees someone sad or depressed she rushes over to comfort them or if they are in trouble she helps them. She was in many groups when she was little and became loyal,popular,and trustworthy.

Mom: Aphrodite (God if beauty,love an pleasure)
Brother: Open
Sister: Open


Power: Everything and anything





History: Had a great childhood. Her dad taught her how to fight and defend herself at a young age. She felt UN liked when she was little so she lived on earth for a couple years as a billion air in a mansion till she was 9. After earth she devoted she liked being a godless better and moved back with her parents. After she was 17 she went back to her human life and joined a werewolf group.

Face Claim: Taylor Swift

message 26: by [deleted user] (last edited Oct 05, 2013 07:12AM) (new)

{ Name }

First: Kyle
Last: Coakley

{ Imfomation }

Age: 22

Gender: Male

Sexual Preference: Straight

Species: Werewolf

{ Likes }


{ Dislikes }

Itchy clothes

{ Style }


Hair: Wavy Blond Hair
Eyes: Light Blue
Lips: Light Red
Nose: Straight
Skin Color: Tan


T- Shirt
Dress shoes

{ Other }

History: Kyle was born into a wealthy family in Hollywood, California. When he was born there was a long drought, but he survived and proved himself strong and healthy. As he went to Elemantry school he was bullied. Because he was bullied he got shy and self cautious. Then when the long years of bullying ended he was in Middle School. He decided to 're-create himself and became a popular caring young man. This was the same thorough out Collage. He dated many girls but they were all the wrong one's so he became careful and helpful

Personality: Caring,Happy,Bubbly, Nice, kind, loving, careful, self conscious

Power: Can shape- shift

Other: Dog named Ralph

message 27: by [deleted user] (last edited Oct 05, 2013 02:50PM) (new)

First Name: Cynthia
Middle Name: Athena
Last Name: Light
Nickname: Close friends call her Goddess.
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Species: Fallen Angel
Appearance: (view spoiler)
Dressing Style:
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-absorb and detect other powers
Personality: Cynthia is strong willed and determined. She was raised to be tough and to never cry no matter how bad she wanted to, deep down inside of her she is gentle and kind, but that's way deep down.
--Mother: Emily Light
--Father: Jason Light
History: She was born and raised in Wyoming, her grandparents basically raised her. She moved to a different state when they died of old age and hasn't gone back to her home town since then.
Other Info.: She has a horse named Beauty;
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An Australian Shepherd named Smoky;
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And a Beagle puppy named Annie;
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and another Beagle puppy named Mable;
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message 28: by Bree (last edited Oct 05, 2013 02:39PM) (new)

Bree ★Full Name:★Jared Riley ( He dropped his last name and has long since forgotten it )


Birthday:December 21st


Sexuality :Straight

Species:Fallen Angel

Powers:Compulsion and Illusion


★ Hair:Brown

★ Eyes:Blue

★ Weight:6’2

★ Height:169

Dressing Style:His style is what is known as the rocker. Most of his jackets are leather jackets, and often times, his clothes never range to anything too bright. It isn't red, it's maroon. It isn't blue, it's navy blue. His pants are often denim jeans and slacks, and he doesn't do much to worry about what shoes he wears. Typically, it'll be the first pair he finds.

Personality:Jared is a somewhat serious guy who takes to not take things lightly anymore. He’s extremely protective over the few people that are his friends, and at times, his words and actions toward them come off as rude, but in the end, he’s trying to do the right thing. He still has a sense of humor and has some happiness, but it’s been buried underneath his sadness, grief, frustration, anger, and loss.

Background:In one of the photos for Jared, he is with a girl. Yes, he did use to have a girlfriend, and she was the greatest thing to ever happen to him. Her name was Aidan. When the two met, Jared had already been an angel, and was assigned to be her guardian angel which meant that the two would always be around each other. Jared was surprised by how open Aidan was to the idea of him being around her even though he wasn’t human anymore, and she always came to him for everything. She trusted him above everyone else because he was always going to be there for her. It wasn’t long, before the bond that they formed was more than just friendship- it became very intimate between the two of them. That was forbidden for humans and angels to do because the angels were supposed to not interfere too much with the human’s life or else they would stray from the path of their fate that was laid before them. Jared has begun to lose his recollection of what happened to Aidan, because the mistake he made cost him his memory with her. She died because of him, and when she fell from her path of fate, Jared fell from heaven and was a fallen angel.

Family:They’re all dead now

Other:For Ivy.

message 29: by sucre'd fiend (new)

sucre'd fiend (sucredfiend) | 14 comments A template brought to you by ⤹
( ♠ ) Paroxysmal Asphyxiation
Part I

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❝Know that you are beneath me, and know that I will watch your death with glee. You believe you will not scream, but the sweet music will fill my ears as the flames devour your body.❞

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Scelero Dontass Serville Gromag Divine-Comedia
『 〓 』• Pronounced | Skel-lair-ro | | Dawn-tase | | Serve-vile | | Grow-mag | | Dee-vine Com-ee-dee-ah
• Scelero was an odd name for an Angel. Many others thought so, but she was content. It has the meaning that isn't right for an Angel: evil. Terms derived from it are Scelerophibia, which is the phila for the obsessive love of evil. It was created by an early European scholar who had a chance encounter with Scelero that turned into a masochistic relationship. When he left the scholar, he was so devastated that he created the term just before his death.
• Dontass has no real meaning, but closely resembles the Latin term for gift, dona. This, however, is not how she was seen by the other Angels, including her own parents. Her "deformity" prevented the love that he should have felt and been given. Serville is just as nefarious in meaning as her first name. The two words that compose this name are "serve" and "vile". In essence, her name would then mean to serve the vile, which is exactly what she does. This name was something that her parents had used to curse him for being the way she was. Gromag is not a real term, more so slang. It is used to describe "troubled" Angels in their early years of life. This was first used for Lucifer, long before his fall. The Angels had noticed his troubling nature long before he had fallen. In turn, the slang word was given to Scelero.
• Divine-Comedia had been an unusual name for any Angel, but her parents wouldn't allow for their mutated child to have their own surname. Had she been either male of female, his name would have been very much different. They kept the surname of Odyssey, which was the Greek word for "journey".
{Intended Name} The intended name for Scelero had been fairly different. The amount of emotional abuse this put her through, knowing her parents hadn't wanted her to begin with, lied solely in her name. Had she been a female, her name would have been Aiyana, which is Cherokee. The meaning is "eternal blossom". Had she been male, he would have received the name Christian, meaning "follower of Christ".

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❝Forsake thy name, and accept thy fate; you will perish. Your cessation is present❞

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|| ♛ || Scelero is slender, and tall. She stands at a height of brushing past six feet tall, and a weight of a hundred twenty pounds. Most of this weight is attributed to muscle, although she isn't overly muscular. She has a refined, sort of figure that widens out her hips. Her shoulders slope down to a narrow range, adding to the slender effect. She's full breasted, but often covers it up with heavy clothing as it was distracting.

Her hair is a silvery blonde. This hue is similar to her complexion, a fair tan bordering on the usual darker ethnic complexion. She was exceptionally lighter skinned than her brothers. Her eyes are a bloody red with little drips of violet, somewhat crimson hue. When hit by the light a certain way, they appear to be a pale cloudy honey color.

Her voice is soft, light and airy. It's close to high pitched, but not there.

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❝Fear not the coming of the end. Embrace the depth found in the abyss of death❞

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Species: Archei Demon
As an Angel, she had exhibited a favor for thing not so Angel like. In consequence, her fall had been inevitable. Of the ten Archei demon, she is second in power. She doesn't much care for this rank, and would sooner be at the bottom. She is, however, second to Lucifer in command of the delightfully fiery pits of Hell. She loves her place there.

Gender: Hermaphroditic
As a Hermaphrodite, one would have both fully functioning reproductive organs. They are also both fertile, giving Scelero both means of producing offspring. But, as he is of both genders, he possess breasts, and can not be singularly be identified as either gender.
Blood Type: A Negative {A-} Though, this is entirely irrelevant, as s/he won't be donating any blood.
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Relationship Status: Currently writhing in a pit of loneliness
Age: Twenty-and-seven {27}
Scelero only appears to be twenty-seven, but his real age is unknown. He was born before the real mark of time, as well as the creation of the Earth and universe. He cannot be definitively sure of when his birth was, and therefore has no date of birth or zodiac symbol.

⊱ Zodiacal symbol: Has none (explained above).
⊱ Born in Heaven, but was cast out.
⊱ Ethnical background includes Celestial means, as well as Demonic placings.
• Hair Colour: A silvery white, but is in actuality blonde. It's a slightly sandy hue, but so much averted from the normal conception of the color in certain lightings.
• Eye Colour: Blood red, with drops of blue and violet. These hues are accented by both moods and lighting, but are more so primarily affected by light.
Distinguished Marking(s):
Scelero's wings are no more. They would have been a color similar to his eyes, but were ripped from her back before her fall. As she was still in the early stages of life when it happened, he was able to grow them back. Only, they were no longer the way they should be. They are skeletal, with only a few feathers. She plucked said feathers and keeps them in a necklace, a reminder of what was and can no longer be.
Her eyes had always been unusual. They shifted color often in her angelic days of youth, but they now remain a swirl of oddity. The outermost ring of his irises are electric blue, while the rest is a blood red. There are faint drops of violet in them as well, but the light must hit them a certain way for the hues to be revealed.
Horns and Tail:
Scelero is quite notably the only demon to possess horns and a tail, aside from Lucifer when he wants to look more intimidating. His horns curl in a fashion similar to a ram's, but without the double ringing. A brown hue, more so coffee colored than anything, they stand out against the silvery white of her hair. The tail is a color to match her hair, a sallow white. It starts out thick at the base before tapering as it goes further along to the barbed, almost heart shaped end. It's about as long as she is tall, and razor sharp.
Elongated Canines:
During her life in Heaven, her teeth were just another sign of things to come. They often broke easily from the force used to knock them in, but grew back as quickly as they came out. Her canines were longer than normal, giving off a nefarious feeling to her. He often presses his lips together to hide them.

• Height: Six foot seven inches
• Weight: One hundred twenty pounds

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❝Beginnings must start from an end. And every end must start with a beginning❞

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▪▪ ◞sᴋɪʟʟs & ᴀᴛᴛʀɪʙᴜᴛᴇs
Torture is something that can be done emotionally, mentally, and physically. Scelero prefers to use the first two means, as they are more destructive than the last. Wounds heal, but mental lacerations last forever.
Corruption is something that comes easily for her kind. He finds innovative ways to coerce people into the depths of self destruction. Simple phrases are usually a method, but complex persuasion is his main means of crime. "We have sweets" is for the little children.
Mental Strength:
Scelero has a genius level of intelligence, though he doesn't often voice anything to show it. Some would attribute this to his lack of common sense, which can be further explained by his lack of parenting and love. Mental strength can also be translated to withstanding torture, which is exactly what Scelero can do. Seeing as he had to withstand it all as a child, such a thing is no big deal for her now.
Physical Strength
Like most demons, Scelero is strong. Her appearance would present this to be otherwise, but he is capable of killing a person with just the slightest movement of a hand. This strength is only enhanced by his Angelic origins, which many would believe is part of his reason for being so high up in the chain of demons.
Pure Evil:
This is pretty self-explanatory-- or is it? You would assume that a demon, one of her level to say the least, would be riddled to the core with a darkness meant to cast fear into the hearts of every living thing. He has it on the surface, but does it really exist?

In all, one would say that Scelero is the epitome of evil. This is something he will not object to, but doesn't favor. It's not something he particularly chose to be, but the fault was also his own. He can not say otherwise to the accusation of being perverse, either.

Desperation for Love:
This desperation contributes to her hunger. When one grows up the way she did, being loved by no one, there is a hole that is left. A void that needs to be filled, no matter the cost. This hole leaves her desperate for the love she can never have, the love from her own parents. No child should be robbed of this, as she so easily had been at her birth.
As a former Angel, this would be slightly odd, but it isn't. She wasn't seen as an Angel, not with the mutation he had. It wasn't that he was capable of having some good, it was that he was never expected better than a demon-like life.
Fear of self:
As he was taught to hate and fear his own creation for much of his life, it only translated into the period of time he has spent as a demon.
Self Depreciation:
Same as above, however unfortunate it is. When someone is told that they are inferior or a creature that shouldn't be, they would only happen to continue it into their lives for as long as they lived. Some would have it be a factor to break, others to make them. Scelero uses it to break.

These weakness can all be attributed to his sullen life in Heaven. Angels weren't what they were meant to be, not in his eyes. Scelero saw them as an evil, something out to get him. It would seem that way if you were in the same position. Hell was a welcome new home for him.

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❝Love me to death; hate me to life❞

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Trait 1: Hungry
Trait 2: Vicious
Trait 3: Vulgar
Trait 4: Calculating
Trait 5: Patient
Trait 6: Desperate
Trait 7: Needy

Shut your lying wh*re mouth
Scelero was often dismissed as child. He never was able to exhibit any real sort of personality. Now, she has ample time to display such a thing. Beforehand, she was of a more mild temperament, one that was replaced with the freedom of expression given with her fall.

Feed me, you f***ing b*tch
She's hungry, always hungry.

The simple Deadly Sin of Gluttony is one of her biggest personality traits. It's most commonly a hunger for the love she never received, but it is also a physical sort of hunger. If left to her own devices, she'd eat every demon out of house, leaving nothing for them to devour. She'd go as far as to eat the crumbs. On a mental level, she has a hunger for knowledge. She pursues it greatly, and wishes to fill the void which can never be filled with material things.

I look forward to your f***ing end
The anger, oh the mounting anger.

Wrath is another of the Deadly Sins that is clearly shown in Scelero. It manifests as a vicious state, as though a wounded animal were retaliating. At first chance, he wouldn't hesitate to lash out when feeling the need to at anyone he crosses. This aspect of his personality is similar to how his parts would take any chance they could to demean him. So, how better to vent than to take your frustration out on unsuspecting victims.

Forgive my f***ing French, goddammit
That foul mouth of his, just deplorable.

Scelero curses worse than a sailor on a bad day. His way of speaking was so often restricted to silence, that he never took to it until the first expletives tumbled off his lips. They were the forbidden fruits, and he was Eve in both the glories of "punani" and "john-john". If he was given the chance, his entire vocabulary would have been comprised of sexual terms and derogatory slang. Of curse, he was denied this, but it has only made him want to do so more often now.

You'll be dead before the day is done
They say that calculating minds are some of the deadliest.

And with that assumption in mind, Scelero has a deadly one. He likes to observe a situation before he steps in. In his own little way, he will contribute to things that don't involve him, but an indirect way that keeps things in the order they should have been. He holds on to information that he take sin for later usage, and bides his time with it.

Patience is a virtue
This is one thing that he has held on to from his Angelic years.

Aside from being an Angelic quality, this is lightly more so dangerous in his hands. His patience means that he could wait for the longest time before he does anything to someone. They would be mentally attacked with the thought of him biding his time to get them, and this would be seen as a mental torture. The waiting is one thing, the knowing is another.

Save me from drowning in myself
The desperation is just a contributing factor to her hunger.

She's desperate for love, knowledge-- anything there is to be desperate for. When you are robbed of such simple things because of a difference in your biological make-up, it's like killing someone repeatedly. She holds dearly to others when they manage to break down her barriers, to see past the ancient sorrow that fills her. There had only been one person who could have done so, but he has long since passed.

Love me, but don't leave me
Need is a treacherousness thing.

Being needy is the cons of having to be forced from the attention of others. Doing so creates a need to be seen, and to have many other things included in the need to be seen. This ties into her desperation, in which she holds on so tightly she might as well be suffocating them. When you have lost so much, there is a point when you can't lose anymore.

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❝I've loved and I've lost❞

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❛ Likes ☇ ♛
Braiding: During his time on Earth that he spent away from Hell, he discovered the art of braiding. It was a simple gesture, in hind sight, but it was enough to have him so attached to the activity. Further explained in history
Horses: These are among the only creatures that he truly has any care for. They are majestic, and in a sense, they return to him the wings he has lost. Further explained in history.
Dragons: The creatures were ever so fascinating to him, and he was drawn to them as they were to him. The destruct was a thing of beauty, and the smell of burning flesh was too enticing to resist. Further explained in history
Fire: A thing of beauty, fire is. It is a means of survival and a means of murder. The dragons often gave him this fire, this weapon and artwork. He loved every moment of the blaze smothering out a light of life with flames and smoke.
Blood: It's a lovely color, isn't it? The bright red compliments his eyes. It looks best when streaming into water, diluting the pure substance in a slow fashion. The viscosity is substantially lower in water than anything else, and watching the small display of color is fascinating.
Children: They observe the world in a fashion that Scelero finds most interesting. They're open, and loving without needing a cause to be. They're precious souls to be valued, yet can be so cruel to break a soul. It's odd, and intriguing.

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Angels: How could he not dislike such creatures? They threw him from his home after years of discrimination and cruelty, marking him as a thing rather than a person like the rest of them. They're the one thing he shows any real dislike towards, as they affected him most in his life. They have left a permanent mark that cannot be removed.
Ignorance: When people are blatantly ignorant to something and don't seem to care. It irks her, and makes her want to do nothing more than murder.
Flight: This is more so a fear than a dislike. Would you not be terrified to fly after being thrown from unimaginable heights at speeds just as impossible? Certainly, flying is out of the question, though he will resort to it should he need to.

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A history is hard to explain.
There is tragedy, and there is pain.
There is love, and loves lost.
Histories have a way of speaking to us. A way we can choose to ignore, or look to with eagerness to better understand.
The power of a life is like the power of a knife.
We can use our own to blot out another. We can cut down a light in hopes of obtaining the unobtainable.
We can build someone up just to watch them fall.
This power is undeniable, but the price is far too high for us.

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❝Birth of the Unrighteous Little Angel❞

Who is it that you are jealous of?
The beautiful creature lusted after by all?
Or Me.
The desolate soul loved by none.

The birth of Scelero Dontass Serville Gromag had been anticipated for many days. The event of having two Angels conceive a child was only to be explored with the birth of this child. The dependency on the correct turn out was immense, and when the first strokes of labor arrived, Angels were gathered as a festival. What they hadn't expected was the absolute failure, or what they saw as one.

Around the same time of Scelero's birth, the Angels had seven pairs of female Angels become impregnated by a male partner. This little experiment had been solely conducted by the Angels, The Almighty playing no part in the decision, as he wished for them to learn to do certain things on their own. Of all the Angel pairings, Scelero was the only one of fault. Seeing that this wouldn't affect their results too heavily, they carried out this way of conceiving new Angel children.

The screaming mongrel that was Scelero was first dubbed male, before they happened upon the female genitalia. Such an event was unheard of for the Angels, a child born of two genders. Her mother in turn cursed her, more so figuratively rather than literally, calling her an abomination. She refused to see the newborn throughout her stay in the maternal ward set up for the project. Without the child present, the naming began, and his fate was sealed.

Scelero's father attempted to love the creature that had left his love's womb. Such a thing should have been expected, but others felt quite the opposite. The oddity wasn't welcome in their home, nor would it be near the created and born Angels. Before Scelero could walk, she was discriminated against. It was the one evil that the Angels had shown, or even admit to showing, in all of their history. Such a thing was kept hidden from all others who came after Scelero's birth. They spoke not of the silent law that deemed him unfit for love, patience, attention, or even hatred.

But, the hatred came all the same.

There were countless meetings among the Angels regarding his birth. They wanted to get rid of him in some way. Killing him was out of the question, as to do so would be to break one of God's twelve absolute laws. However, it didn't stop them from thinking it. The Angels debated the course of action for two years after Scelero's birth, keeping him locked away from sight of the other Angels. One of the Elders on the council decided that they would let the general public decide, no matter how ignorant they were to the situation.

At first, the reaction was simple. They were confused, appalled, and fascinated all in one bundle. They'd never heard of such an event, a child of both genders. They treated him as an inferior creature, which he had then believed to be normal. Then, they began the torture.

When Scelero had just turned ten years of age, a group of young Angels crowded around the placid area that had been designated for him, to keep from "contaminating" the cleaner Angels of his age group. They wasted no time in stripping him of his robes, and doing all sorts of things to him. The boys went as far as stomping on his crotch.

He couldn't walk for days, nor would he eat.

This constant abuse continued on into his teenage years, until he decided that hiding would be the best option.

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How does this make me feel? You ask as if truly clueless. My own mother couldn't bear the sight of me. Father, he tried--he really did-- but he couldn't. It wasn't easy to love me, for no one did. I accepted such a thing, and still do. I am of no desirable substance, a tainted purity that can no longer be touched.
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❝The Foulest of Years❞

Some of the worst years of Scelero's life were those first years into adulthood. He had already become an outcast in the system of Angels, watching as they orbited a force that excluded him. This didn't faze him much anymore, having gone through years of this. His school was limited to what his father and mother could stand to teach him, always under the assumption that he was stupid, or would never learn. Without the essential schooling, Scelero was more than a little ignorant.

He was behind, and no one let him forget that.

When Lucifer announced his defiance, Scelero saw it as a cause to join. Why should she be excluded from being part of something bigger? This simple thought was deadly enough to have him cast out.

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It was the final act that broke him, even if he hadn't realized it. His defiance was what gave his mother the chance to destroy him, the creature that left her womb only to humiliate and torture her, as she saw it. She was the one who so gladly ripped his wings from his back. She was the one who relished in his screams as he plunged thousands of feet to the ground, all the while gasping apologies and pleading forgiveness.

When you wish to get rid of something, you do it the best way you can-- when you get the opportunity to do so.

The impact left him scarred and burned for many years. Seeing as he had been one of the first to jump in line to be a part of the resistance against God, Lucifer regarded him with an intrigue that could have been mistaken for a powerful lust. Scelero saw it as so, but had no way to translate any of those emotions back, but to accept the position given to him as the right-hand of the Devil king.

Those first couple years weren't as he had anticipated. The demons that sprouted from Lilith were unruly, and hard to keep in check. Scelero felt as though he were failing his job, the simplest of ones given to him.

So, he took a break from it all on Earth.

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I appreciated being involved in something bigger than me. It made me feel equal, though I knew there were those who had their qualms with me still, and would not see my arrival as welcome news.

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❝The Savage Queen❞

When Scelero first arrived on the surface of the Earth, she was unsure of her location. The land was covered in desert, nearly barren save the few trees and brushes of grass. The first few minutes of peace, that she was beginning to enjoy, were cut short by the thundering of hooves. It was a sound unfamiliar to her, as she had never been part of the many trips down to Earth. The people that rode the four legged beasts, that she later learned to be horses, were exotic and unlike any she'd ever seen before.

Had she not been there any longer, or had one of the horses keeled over and died, she'd never have had the chance to meet him.

It was a small seed that was planted, a small seed of hope. Her horns and tail had not grown in yet, but her teeth and eyes were the oddities that she hid at the time. It must have been those that had intrigued him, or else he would have tried to kill him. It did not matter what was the cause of these fascinating people taking her in. They treated her like a queen, skipping past the level of a slave.

This is were she experienced any sort of intimate interaction for the first time, through the arts of braiding. The men of the tribe did not cut their midnight colored locks, instead braiding them after their first victory as a sign of manhood. To have it cut was to be disgraced, and to never enter the Night Realm, which was what they referred to the afterlife as. Scelero took a liking to this art, and adopted it quickly.

It must have been his doing, the man she later came to love. He filled the void in Scelero's heart, and she had a love for him that she'd never felt before. This small step into hope was something that wouldn't last very long, but the love left behind was enough to keep him moving.

With this man, whose name he keeps guarded at all times, for fear that other demons would find some way to conjure him up and show how much of a disappointment he would be, Scelero learned of exactly how fertile the female organs were. The birth of this child was what both had looked to, before tragedy struck.

Learning the language was his first taste of knowledge, a taste he grew attached to quickly. There were often civilized peoples who'd attempted to make allies with the savage tribe of horse men, and brought with them gifts. The two that she often cherished were books, and dragon eggs.

They came, one by one, as the illusion of precious stones. They were said to be perfectly preserved, but incapable of hatching. Scelero thought otherwise.

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There were no words to express the love I felt for him, or the love he felt for me. It was the price I paid to love, and I'd do it repeatedly to get him by my side again.

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❝A Life will suffice as the price for another life❞

The Angels had found out that the abomination that they had damned had become pregnant, and Scelero became top priority. They devised a plan to indirectly prevent the birth of the child from being born, and from more to be produced. Killing was out of the question for a direct approach, but something indirect could be just as harmful. The savage tribe, known as the Canaanites later, had plans to move north in search of better lands to stay for a while. They had already been a nomadic tribe that ripped through every village they saw, but with the oncoming birth of the chief's child the need for long term placement was at hand.

The village they happened upon within several hours of the Angels' careful planning was wiped out. The men raped the women left from the destruction, and when Scelero saw this, he lashed out. In return for his preventative attitude to save the women from such a thing--the kindness that remained after so many years of hate-- warriors turned. Her husband, married several months into her stay with them, openly listened and agreed with her words. A man of the tribe spat out words of defiance, and small brawl ensued. The man died but her husband received minimal damage. Fear of infection propelled her to ask one of the women she had saved to clean the wounds.

A mistake that he regrets deeply.

A few weeks after said woman had cleaned the wounds, he fell. The great man she'd loved succumbed to infection, dying slowly. She again turned to the same woman for help, who'd voiced her connection to witchcraft. The price for his life was that of another's. They decided on his beloved horse, for the tribe believed them to be connected. In the excitement of the situation, Scelero went into labor. There was only one solution to the issue, and the one woman who could help was communing with the spirits to save her love. They carried her in, forgetting the woman's warning in their haste.

Instead of losing one person dear to her, she lost two.

The woman paid greatly, burned at the stake with all of Scelero's wrath. In that moment, the said dormant eggs hatched, and sprouted out three dragons of beautiful coloring.

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I lost one love, and a son, but gained three children in return. I was unsure of whether to rejoice, or to mourn.

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❝Mother of Dragons, and the Faker of Deaths❞

The hatching of these dragons was a great victory to Scelero. He took care of the precious creatures, and they in turn showed him the love and affection he had missed. There was nothing that could be done to take them away from him.

Except his agelessness.

The people grew restless, seeing how Scelero never aged. She never sprouted the signs of growing old, always looking so much younger than those around her. Such a device was what turned them suspicious, but they continued to love her still. It presented a problem that needed a solution, and the solution was not so clear until it brought itself in the form of an attack.

A group of more civilized men had grown fed up with the thought of a woman leading a mass of dangerous men around the continent. It was unheard of in those days, but she was to be taken down. They struck at night, during the festivities of a birth in the tribe. They slaughtered those around, including two of her dragons. The third was too small to notice slinking under the corpses for cover.

In the early stages of the raid, Scelero had been impaled by a spear. It was enough to present the illusion of death, but she would live through it. When the raid was done, and the man had left, only the demon and the dragon remained. Both vengeful spirits were left to roam the lands in search of those who have robbed them of their family. In their travels, rumors of a strange beast that hid from the eye carried over to Scelero.

Curious as to what the creature was, she found a litter of Hell Hounds, and a dying mother. She pitied the small pups, but the one most pitied was the runt of the litter. She took him in, as did her dragon, and spent the days traveling.

Stories of the House reached her ears, and her hunger for knowledge-- mostly to confirm the stories-- drove her to find it. She resides there now, holding her demonic position to this day.

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❝I will take what is mine with fire and blood. I will kill to have what is stolen back in my arms. Don't ever forget that, and don't expect me to let you forget it. I have traversed the snowy lands, to tell my story and watch it spread. Do so, and be saved.❞

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Angela First Name:Steve
Middle Name(optional):Derek
Last Name:Prescott
Nickname(Optional):*coming soon*
Species: shifter

Appearance(Pic, url or Description):Image

Dressing Style(Pic, url or Description):jeans and t-shirts


Personality:a real gentalman but gets protective over thoughs that are close to him.he thinks of him self as a leader and dislikes it when people "outsmart" him or underestmate his strenghts.

Family:twin sister and two younger brothers

History:Parents died when David (the youngest) was only six months old and since then the four have lived with their grandpa who has died recentally :(

Other Info: His eyes change colors when emotions are strong.

First Name:Riley
Middle Name(optional):Mirannda
Last Name:Prescott

Appearance(Pic, url or Description):Image

Dressing Style(Pic, url or Description):skinny jeans and tanktops


Personality:sarcastic and sweet doesnt usually push the limts when it comes to teasing unless you push the wrong buttons.
Being the only girl she gets treated as if she where the "baby" in the family she HATES it when people read he emotions it makes her feel weak. when ever her and her youngest brother David get in a comeback war (witch hhappens alot) she is almost always the victor.

Family:Twin brother and two yonger brothers

History:Parents died when David (the youngest) was only six months old and since then the four have lived with their grandpa who just has died recentally :(

Other Info:
Her eyes change colors when emotions are strong.

First Name:Eric
Middle Name(optional):Henrey
Last Name:Prescott
Nickname(Optional):*coming soon*

Appearance(Pic, url or Description):Image

Dressing Style(Pic, url or Description):Dark hoodies and jeans


Personality:Dark and mysterius the kind of guy you would expect to find in a dark ally but honestly when you get to meet him he's a real softie.

Family:older sister and brother and younger brother

History:Parents died when David (the youngest) was only six months old and since then the four have lived with their grandpa who just has died recentally :(

Other Info: he always seems gloomy although no one really knows why. Eyes change colors when emotions are strong.

First Name:David
Middle Name(optional):Johnathan
Last Name:Prescott
Nickname(Optional):DJ (he was named after his Great grandpa so DJ stand for David Junior)

Appearance(Pic, url or Description):Image

Dressing Style(Pic, url or Description):his older brothers hand-me-downs so a mix of too-big sweaters and t-shirts he also always wears an orange hat backwords he feels "lost" without it. (the one seen in his picture


Personality:he's "imature" for his age and being the youngest he likes attention. so in other words he's a stuborn,impatiant little goofball he loves outsmarting his older siblings and beating Riley in come-back wars!!! (witch rarly happens since he has trouble putting his words together under presusre lol)

Family:1 older brother and 2 older brothers

History:Parents died when David was only six months old and since then the four have lived with their grandpa who just has died recentally :(
David took his grandpas death the hardest since he was the only thing he had knowen as a parent he was his one inspiration

Other Info:
His eyes change colors when emotions are strong.

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Pamela (pamelaalvarado) | 1553 comments ☺First Name: Ryoran
☺Last Name: Davenhan/ Davis
☺Nickname(Optional): In the world he comes from: 'Hatter'
☺Age: 18
☺Gender: Male
☺Species: Human

☺Appearance(Pic, url or Description):

☺Dressing Style(Pic, url or Description):

Where he comes from:

Clothes for the normal world:

And the hat!

☺Powers: He's an illusionist

☺Personality: He is a laid-back guy. It takes a lot to make him agry, but does havve his moments when the situation demands it. Will do anything for the people he cares about. Loves to make jokes and pranks. One of his biggest flaws is being extremely selfish when it comes to money, but that has its reason. It's not because he's a bad guy, it's because he's lived in poverty all his life and well...

Ella Davenhan (Sister)
Dora Davenhan (Mother)
Castiel Davenhan (Deceased Father)
Makenzie Afton (Half sister)

☺History: He was born in Enom, a village whose main income is from the mines, being the major gold and silver provider of his kingdom. His father died during the war, he's always blamed the White Queen and the nobility for it.

Ryoran has a twin sister that lives with him and his mother. The money the Queen sends them for his father's previous service is not enough, and he's too proud to ask for more, so he steals. UNTIL, Blaze came along and messed up with his life and now he's helping her so he's going to highschool with her.

☺Other Info: Complete character profile: Ryoran


♪First Name: Makenzie
♪Last Name: Afton
♪Nickname(Optional): Blaze
♪Species: Halfling Dragon/Human (view spoiler)


Only that with yellowish eyes.
Another very accurate pic:

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♪Dressing Style:

♪Powers: Fire Manipulation -Though she knows how to use this, things can get explosive if she's too emotional.

♪Personality: She gets angry easily, which often results in things being set randomly on fire (Of course she tries to avoid doing that, but sometimes it happens). Blaze is really a sweet, silly girl most of the time, but because of her anger issues, she can come across as rude, but that's not her. If she feels insulted, she'll most likely try to burn you alive. She loves to sing -not that she has an angel's voice, she just likes to do it =) She is also a geek of everything Marvel/Star Wars/Harry Potter/LotR related, and though she is not a hardcore bring-my-lightsaber-to-school type, she isn't afraid for wearing her favorite T-shirts and saying things like: "I swear on the Precious!" or "Astral!"

-Is brave
-Will do anything for the ones she cares about (can be considered as a weakness but... I think it's good)
-Is fast

-Isn't very strong
-When angry, doesn't think things through and tends to make some stupid decisions
-Her smartass mouth is the source of 70% of her problems

Sarah Afton (Adoptive mom)
Joseph Afton (Adoptive Dad)
Jake Afton (Adoptive Brother)
Ryoran Davenhan (Real Half Brother)

♪History: Blaze grew up in Minnesota, surrounded by snow. So, it was not the happiest time of her life, the cold bothering her more than normal people. She never really knew why and just now is learning about why is it that she can do what she can do. (view spoiler)

♪Other Info: Complete character profile: Blaze

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( ♠ ) Paroxysmal Asphyxiation
{Part I}

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❝If you could only see the best you've made of me
I held it in but now it seems you've set it running free❞

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Neliet Satanophilia Melmark Ragnarok Tu Obdershvank
『 〓 』• Pronounced | Nel-he-uht | | Sah-tahn-oh-phee-le-uh | | Mel-marc | | Rag-nor-oc | | Tuh-oo || Ob-duhr-sh-vahnk | |
• The translation of the name Neliet is a demonic phrase used to symbolize loyalty among the Archei Demons. Having it moved to this Hell Hound was a particularly excellent idea.
• The first of his three middles names is derived from the Devil himself. Satan is taken from the Hebrew name of when Satan was an Angel. That name, Hasatan, meant simply and quite fittingly the accuser. This name, of course, corresponds with his actions in the Book of Job. Satanophilia is the philia for the obsessive love of Satan. This was given to him by Scelero as a way to show further loyalty to the Dark Prince.'s something further unknown. There is no found definition, and it isn't a term used in any way as slang. It simply was, and Nel is content with knowing that. Ragnarok, however, has to be the one with the most symbolic definition to ever be proclaimed. It's part of Norse mythology, stated to be equivalent to the end of the world. It was said to be the time when all the gates of Valhalla would open up, and all past warriors would flood through in an endless stream. They would come down to Earth, and the final battle of the world would commence. This is indeed a powerful name to have, and isn't often said aloud. Better to not be said aloud, even for Nel's standards.
• Tu Obdershvank isn't what his last name is. It's what Scelero was able to discern from his mother dying breaths. It was indeed saddening to watch his mother die a slow death, but he was more so elated when Scelero found a way to bring her back. However, the price paid was a little more than too high for her.

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❝Screaming in the dark, I howl when we're apart
drag my teeth across your chest to taste your beating heart❞

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|| ♛ || Neliet is of average height, somewhere in the middle of five feet. He weighs in at around a hundred forty-five, most of which is a bit of muscle weight. He's not lanky, but muscled enough to suffice for his line of work. He has long limbs, but they are still proportional with the rest of his body. His shoulders are broad and wide, but not of the average male width. They're slightly slender and feminine, but he doesn't much care for it. His complexion is fair, with his face dotted with a few freckles.

His hair is a rogue sort of hue, with little strands of blonde and brown mixed in. It's an odd trait that comes from his mother's side of the family. His eyes are a hazel brown, but look like a honey brown hue when the light hits them to be brighter as opposed to the stormy gray when a darker angle is cast on them. He has a scar on his left cheek from a rabid cat he once had to subdue.

His voice is soft and deep, a comforting sound for many that he speaks with. However, when angered, his voice has a more feral intonation, and isn't as comforting as it would be normally.

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|| ♛ || As a Hell Hound, Neliet is rather large. He's about the size of a small building, and can easily shift that. Although he is mostly invisible to all around him, when seen he can be both a fright and an endearing little puppy. That is attributed to his handy little ability that allows his body to reverse the aging cycle. Very effective in different situations, and it make him that much easier to carry around.

Hell Hounds are hound-like in shape and build, but have some characteristics that set them apart. For one, it's the exposed skeleton. The upper parts of the skull aren't covered by any flesh and skin, and the spine has a few sections that are clearly visible. There would also be the gaping pseudo-wounds on his body. They are located at his neck and further down his spine. His tail is also only bone, with little to no fur on it.

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❝You are the moon the moon that breaks the night for which I have to howl
My fingers claw your skin, try to tear my way in❞

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Species: Hell Hound
Hell Hounds are the Hounds of Hell, of course. They are usually found in association with Crossroads Demons, used to find those whose deal has ended. However, a few of them are chosen by Archei Demons as a means to protect their land from other Hell-goers. Over the years, a few of them have gotten out and began to traverse the world in packs. Among those packs, was Neliet's mother.

Gender: Male
Blood Type: A Negative {A-} This is entirely irrelevant, because he won't be donating blood that's his own. No, he'd probably be taking it from someone else.
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Relationship Status: Currently Alone
Age: Six Hundred Seventy-Five {675}, March Seventeenth
⊱ Zodiacal symbol: Pisces (view spoiler)
⊱ Born in Saudi Arabia
⊱ Ethnical background includes Saudi Arabian, Greek, Egyptian, French

• Hair Colour: His hair is a rogue hue, with little strands of blonde and brown mixed in. It's an odd trait that comes from his mother's side of the family. If anything, he finds it to be a bit annoying that he has to have a hair color. For Satan's Sake, he's a hound. As a Hound, his fur is a deep midnight black, much like his mother's.
• Eye Colour: His eyes are a hazel brown, but look like a honey brown hue when the light hits them to be brighter as opposed to the stormy gray when a darker angle is cast on them. As a Hound, they would be a bright orange sort of color. Flecks of gold are in them, as well, with light tones of green towards the outer rings of his iris.
Distinguished Marking(s):
• Scars
Scars are to be expected for Hounds, they are constantly fighting off creatures and hunters alike to fulfill their duties to their masters. Nel has a large amount of said scars from little play fights with Scelero's first companion-- a dragon. The two get along well, but when they bicker both sides are left with some mark of it.

There is also scarring from little accidents that happen here and there. Nel's usually the cause of them, but he won't really admit to it.

• Size as a Hound
As some people come to find, the runt of the litter can grow to be pretty big. Nel was the runt in his, pathetically small. He doesn't like to dwell on it, but over the years he's grown to be larger than any of his siblings. He takes small pride in it, knowing he's not the runt any longer.

• Branding Mark
All Hell Hounds are branded when they are put to work in service. The brand is an odd symbol, that much resembles an infinity sign, with a mixture of tao in there. It is placed on the navel of both genders, as well as right beside the genitalia.

• Height: Neliet is of average height, somewhere in the middle of five feet. As a Hound, it can vary more depending on what age he puts himself at for the time being. As an adult, he is close to the size of a small building, or roughly around that height. As an infant or toddler in age, he is roughly the size of a child's torso, slightly smaller.
• Weight: He weighs in at around a hundred forty-five, most of which is a bit of muscle weight. As a Hell Hound, his weight varies as well. Fully adult sized, he weighs in around a ton, but as a pup he can be only a couple pounds.

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❝Like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins
I want to find you tear out all your tenderness❞

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Neliet's speed is frightful. Be it as a hound or in a human form, he is quite possibly the fastest thing there could ever be. This could be because of the way his legs are formed as a hound, more so muscle than it is actual bone and flesh. Plus, he's been trained to run high speed. A faster hound is a better hound.

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With the species that Neliet is, having obedience is like having everything going for you. No matter what the job is, Neliet will carry it through. He doesn't have long standing morals to get in the way, other the harming of females. Luckily, his master has a more hands-on approach than most Demons do. His obedience is really just a means to an ends-- payment for his life, if you will.
Just because you're invisible doesn't mean you cannot be heard. Well, you can be heard, and that doesn't happen often for Neliet. He moves quite fluidly, despite his monstrous size. Most people would think that such a hound would be unable to much in the way of stealth, but said thoughts are more than wrong. Seeing as his pads, or what we would have located as the soles of our feet, are soft enough to suppress sound, there isn't much that you can hear besides his growling if he's coming for you. So, run.
Jaw Strength:
One of the greatest strength of all, it has to be jaw strength. Jaw strength is also referred to as the Bite force Quotient. Bite force quotient (BFQ) is the regression of the quotient of an animal's bite force divided by its body mass. There are several animals that you could compare Nel to, but he would out do them on a bad day. His jaws are something to be afraid of, should you ever end up between them. Once you're stuck between those jaws, you're not getting out unless someone who has authority over him says that you should.

Looking at it now, you'd think that Neliet was designed to be a perfect predator. There are some things that would claim otherwise, and they would also include his family. He is still the runt of the litter, even if he surpasses his siblings in size, and it isn't something that can wear off on him easily.

Angel Blades:
Yeah, Angel Blades hurt. They may be directed more so to other Angels and sometimes Demons, but they also work on Hell Hounds. They can be fatal or just plain hurt depending on what you hit. Since it's nearly impossible to see them, unless they want you to see them, it's hard to actually hit them with one.
Heavenly Hounds:
Heavenly Hounds are the opposing species to the Hell Hounds. They work for the Arch Angels, if you hadn't already guessed, and are at the same strength level as Hell Hounds. They have always been a weakness, both species to the other really, and it shouldn't be overlooked. The addition to a Heavenly Hound could mean life or death for either side.
Holy Water:
Holy water works like poison on Hell Hounds. It's a slow and painful way to harm the Dogs of Hades. When they come in contact with flesh, there is immediately a burning sensation that travels throughout the entire system. (view spoiler) Seeing as it is a poison, it isn't easily dispelled from his body. (view spoiler)
Self Depreciation:
Being the runt of the litter is tough thing to go through. As the runt, you are immediately given up on, because your expectancy in life is shortened to the bare few minutes you might have. In the first moments of feeding, you are excluded from any natural habits that form within the first seconds of life. This factor into Neliet's being has him always second guessing himself. The doubt he feels weighs heavily on him, and the only cure is the love he feels from his mother when he gets the chance to see her, and from Scelero when s/he feels up to it.

His weaknesses clearly contradict his super-predator appearance. He isn't the perfect monster that everyone wants, but he's perfect enough to suffice.

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❝You always come to the party
To pluck the feathers of all the birds❞

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Trait 1: Devoted
Trait 2: Cruelty
Trait 3: Slightly Dim-witted
Trait 4: Affectionate
Trait 5: Lack of morals
Trait 6: Persistent
Trait 7: Resilient

There's a green light in my eyes
Neliet lives to serve his master, Scelero. He is just as cruel as she is, but reflects the love and affection that she shows him sometimes out to others. He's not the sharpest knife in the drawer, but he isn't stupid either. There are times when he often makes mistakes, but he corrects himself. That's what happens after years of training. Neliet, at heart, is really just a big ol' puppy.

All for you, I'd do it
Neliet is a very devoted person. He takes care in the work he does and doesn't give up on the person he cares for. One would refer to this as loyalty, but loyalty sounds far too weak for his degree of devotion. Be that the person is convicted of something, he will defend them at every turn. If something interests him to the point that it takes up a lot of his time, he will stick to it anyways. Devotion to him isn't just an eight letter word. It's a part of him that he won't give up. There's also the sense that he has more of a debt to everyone around him. It makes it seems as if his life is not as important as the people he cares about.

Bad to the Bone
Neliet is a cruel being, he is. There's no way around just how cruel he can be, but he doesn't allow for it often. Some would have to say that he's so cruel because of his master, and how s/he reflects his/her actions on him. This, he will reject with a passion. If anything, he believes this cruelty is a making all his own, and no one should get credit for his hard work. Er, his evil work, really. However, his cruelty is really just an emulation of his role model: Scelero.

Fell out the stupid tree, and hit a few branches on the way down
Neliet isn't the brightest guy around. Yeah, he might have a few moments of actual brilliance, but it's not be expected. He's of average intelligence, with the showings of an intelligence slightly lower. This doesn't affect his thought process, no, it just takes a bit longer to think things though--when he decides to think. Which is never, ever. Why should he have to think? It would compromise his devotion to his master, as well as the trust between the two of them, and that wouldn't at all be okay.

A rose by any other name would still smell as sweet
If this is surprising, you need to reevaluate your knowledge of puppies. Because, that's what Neliet is: a puppy. He forms attachments easily, and they aren't easy to break. No, these can be obsessive, and the usual tendencies would be constant groping and stalking. It's not unusual for him to be seen with a being expression directed at those who show equal amounts of affection (view spoiler) However, his devotion would then kick in more than anything else.

Morals? What are those?
Yeah, he actually doesn't know what those are.(view spoiler) It's a bit of a problem for how he interacts with others, but it's one he can get around if

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given the chance to. He only actually doesn't know of morals due to his years with the demons, and morals don’t often apply to them. He finds it hard to believe that people can have a set code for the things they do, seeing as most live a very short while compared to him. Explaining their importance to him is futile, and best left for when you're extremely bored. It's hard to get things through that thick skull of his.

Coming to get you....
As a Hell Hound, it’s in the job description to be persistent. However, Nel was showing his persistence from the moment he was born. Should he be rejected from something, he will then attempt to do something to get him into said event. It’s not like him to let himself be excluded, as he just so loves attention (view spoiler). So, his persistence is often rewarded, and he continues the cycle until he’s tired, to which he is again rewarded for being so damn adorable. This does earn him points as a Hell Hound among his fellow comrades, and they tend to steer clear of him if he were to be in a fit. With people who have been lucky, or unlucky, enough to have won his affections.

Bounce back like a plague
Nel’s resilience is really something to be admired. He can often come back from situations that cause him pain with ease. A fair example of this would be his mother’s death, twice. It’s not often that such a thing happens twice, and if it does, it’s usually not all that pretty. There are plenty of things that take a lot out of him, like said example, but he has a shorter recovery time. Maybe it’s the destructive manner by which he takes out his anger or hurt feelings, or the way he pushes most of it down. Either way, he’s pretty resilient for a pup.

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❝We only said goodbye with words
I died a hundred times❞

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Chasing things down:
As a Hound, you find yourself doing this often. This is good, because it appeals to lupine instinct that lies dormant. It also keeps him from being utterly destructive with things around him, although that could be found to be quite counterproductive. He can't explain it, but there's a rush that comes with being able to run after something, and bring back its corpse. All he knows is that he enjoys it and he makes Scelero happy by doing so.
A scratch behind the ear:
Of course, all dogs have this. It's one of the more affectionate gestures a person could do. He will eventually roll over if you scratch long enough, but leg thumping is not uncommon. He doesn't quite know which form he likes it best in, but he just knows that he loves it.
Yes, this is odd. However, thinking on it, he never had milk as a pup. He was excluded from the action of suckling as the runt of the litter, overpowered by his bigger siblings. So, it would seem reasonable to him to drink milk as much as possible, no matter where it comes from or how odd it looks. He doesn't actually care, because it's milk.
This is very much so logical. He does like the attention ever so much, because he didn't receive much of it as a pup. His mother was far too worried with not dying while she fed her newborn children, and that can sometimes mean overlooking the runt of the litter. It wasn't as though she intended for it to happen, but it just did.
Again, this is mostly from his lack of it. Development as a child was limited for him in the sense of nourishment. Food was scarce for him, as he was the runt, and his siblings had more of it. They took his food half the time, and when they felt bad enough, they left him only little morsels. As the outcast, he came to see this as some sort of punishment. Now, with more food readily available to him, he eats close to everything that's edible and in his path. Best to keep food away from him if you have any plans of eating for the week.
Once Neliet hits that water, he goes limp. Bath time is his favorite time, and he's just a little pup again. The water makes him feel incredibly relaxed, and the attention he receives from the person giving him a bath makes him slightly more loved. So, he loves baths. Plus, it's just another way to make a mess without getting in too much trouble.

The scratchy material irks the living hell out of him. He can't stand the texture against his skin--or fur-- and doesn't bother wearing anything made from it. That would include underwear. It's really not comfortable to have that rubbing around your junk as you walk, nor is it comfortable to be walking on two legs in the first place. But he does this anyways, and wool is of no help to him being any more so comfortable.
Neliet doesn't like it because it tastes weird to him. His senses are stronger than other people, and his taste buds pick up everything else that comes with the wheat. Yeah, he still likes bread, but not wheat bread. Wheat and him don't get along. If you were to, stupidly I might add, give him any, he'd go ballistic.
Small Animals:
They annoy him. He's supposed to be the cute and cuddly one, not them. Of course, he's not all that bright and his reactions to them are slightly more than verbal. If anything, he leaves a bloody mess behind him. People tend to be more attracted to vulnerable things, and small animals are just that. Neliet doesn't like that, as he isn't what they are, and he wants the attention that comes with that vulnerability. So, he just eliminates the competition.

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❝Interpret the eyes as they die❞

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Before we start, here is a short outline of his life, just so that you're acquainted with the difficulties of a runt.
• His Birth and Runtliness
• Scelero
• First Death of His Mother
• Sibling Rivalry
• First Interesting Relationship
• Second Death of His Mother
• Sacrifice
• Up To Date History

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❝You Must Be The Runt❞

When a runt is born into a litter, it means that said runt isn't going to be the luckiest of the bunch. The runt would be excluded from all newborn activities, mainly feeding. This could mean life and death in your first few minutes of life. Waddling around in the dark, beckoned by the call of food, is exactly how Neliet was. Only, he never got to the food. Instead, what he got was a good five minutes of torment from them.

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As a pup, his sense of smell was perfectly fine, but his eyes had remained closed slightly longer than his siblings. When he did open them, what he found were six spots to feet and no spot left for him. Imagine your siblings drinking their fill while he slowly starved. You'd think his mother would be paying any attention to him, but she couldn't.

She was already dying.

In fact, she was now so far gone into her death that her heartbeat was slowing down. None of siblings, nor him, were sure of what killed her, or had attributed to the main cause of her death. His siblings blamed him for it, seeing that he was the last of the litter to be born. It was cold, and left him with a feeling of bitter hatred of himself.

Talk about a rough first few minutes of life--

Narrated by Neliet:

Woah, woah, woah. Wait a damn minute.
That's what you call a history? No, no, and no. I may not be a genius, but I'm certainly not that dumb to know that that's not how you do it. I'm not gonna use any big words either. So shut the fuck up, sit back, and let me tell my story.

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{Intervention from his creator}
You will now be bombarded with SPN gifs. I do apologize, but it would work all too well for his character. Again, I'm so very sorry

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❝Thursday's A Damn Bitch❞

I was born on a Thursday, or at least what I thought was a Thursday. I can't be sure; I didn't have all my senses yet. Anyways, as was said before, I was the runt of the litter. Believe me, it's not fun being both the smallest and weakest pup of the litter.

In fact, never speak of it. Do so and die.

Getting back to the story, I was a little left out, really left out, and my mom didn't particularly have the amount of energy left to do anything about it. No,

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she was far too busy bleeding out on the ground to totally be able to help me. My brothers and sisters were occupying any slot she had left for energy she had left, excluding me from the little family gathering. It's not like it hurt or made me incredibly mad. {That's a damn lie} I didn't blame them either for doing what instinct and nature taught them to do. {Are you shitting me? That's a lie}

Maybe I should stop lying, having my lie pointed out, and continue on with the story, yeah?

My mother was currently predisposed, and I was struggling to get around my siblings for food. What happened next is close to say miraculous. Being a Hell Hound in the first hours of life is like learning you can do something and not being able to properly control it. So, you have seven {Holy fuck, look it's seven!} Hell Hound pups going in and out of visibility surrounding a mother that is fading from sight.

Wonderful imagery.

Shortly after said imagery occurred, someone found us. I don't even know how s/he did, but there was something about them. Or maybe it was the dragon that attempted to eat me.

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❝One does not truly exist, until you have been loved❞

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❝Great Scott, It's A Woman!❞

Meeting Scelero was about the best damn thing to ever happen to me.

I don't mean to brag, or anything {I'm bragging so hard right now}, but she picked me first. Out of the seven pups at her disposal, she chose me. Albeit {Is is bad that I don't know what that word means?}, I was the closest to her when she entered the dark cave my mother had crawled into to give birth. She stood over me, blocking out the light that was coming in through the opening.

Above her, {Oh, God, all of the hour of my life flashed before my eyes} was a scaled thingy with wings. I didn't know what it was until I was two, and I found out that it was five years older than I was. Nefir was pretty terrifying, and I hid under Scelero {You think it was nice view? No}. S/he found it to be quite adorable, and then she spotted my mother.

I dunno what she did, but I could see my mother starting to relax, all struggling gone now. Like she'd come to terms and accepted her fate before this stranger. Turns out, she was just within the split second of dying. When Scelero checked her pulse, she was gone. Scelly buried my mother that day, but it wouldn't be the last time he'd have to do so.

Taken in by Scelero, my brothers and sister {Yeah, there was only one girl in the litter} were trained how to be what we were to the best of our skills. Out of the bunch, I grew to be the best. {Who's laughing now, bitches}

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❝Family is forever❞

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❝Work Hard, Or Be Eaten❞

It applies so much to my life.

I found it a bit challenging to get any better at what I was being trained to do with my siblings literally trying to eat me. Hell Hounds have a tendency to turn on the runts of the litter doing shortages of food. Which was odd in my case, because we never ran out of food.

Maybe I was just a special case?

I didn't really care much about them, because what really interested me was seeing Scelero smile. I had to say it was a very pretty smile, and she was very much like a mother to me. So, smile equals being proud, right? Well, she smiled at me often. What I loved most as a reward was a bath. For one, the water felt nice, and two, Scelero actually looked like a mom. Nefir would join in and make the water hot, and it was a party until she decided my siblings should join in.

Last I checked, a bath was meant for one person.

Getting back and not going off track again, my years of training were shorter compared to my brothers and sisters. I excelled at just about every aspect of being a ravenous demonic dog, if you will. {What just came out of my mouth?} This lead to my fame in the Underworld, or whatever people call it now.

And with that fame came the appearance of someone who became very important to me.

Her name was Serai. It sounded odd for a girl, but I like it. She was my everything, almost outshining Scelero in importance {Almost}. She was just this scrawny pup, maybe a few years below me, and I enjoyed being able to help her improve.

She and I got along very well {I don't think it's legal to share what we did, and it's really personal, anyways}, and if you could call it love, it was just that. We didn't waste our time with superficial stuff. We sorta had a Romeo and Juliet thing going on {Oh, shit, that doesn't happen yet. Oh geez, Scelly's gonna kill me}, so our time was too precious to waste.

Said time was cut short when her master discovered what exactly she was doing. It wasn't like Scelero was mad; no, she'd encouraged me to go after Ser. It was her master that didn't particularly like me, or Scelero. Some unexplained business they had way back when prevented me from seeing her.

So, they looked her away. {She was actually the inspiration of the locking-in-a-tower thing for fairy tales}

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❝With great power comes great responsibility❞

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❝You Only Die Twice❞

My mother came back.

I don't know how it happened, but she came back to me. Scelero had brought her in, and I could see her face the way I had {Barely} seen it before. I wasn't sure how to feel about it, seeing as I'd gotten a replacement mother while she was, you know, dead.

This didn't seem to upset her, and if anything she was more so elated to see me than my other siblings. Which was awesome, but kind of disconcerting. As the runt, she wouldn't have wanted anything to do for me. She might have actually tried to kill me.

So, I waited for her to try.

And she did. It was a half-assed attempt, which she later explained to be because of her knowledge of me being the runt. {Right before I snapped her neck}

I think we can all see how that went, because she's in the ground again. Turns out it wasn't even her. Something about another demon trying to trick Scelero, and her wanting to test me. {I can understand that} Anyways, it wasn't that bad.

Except for the fact that I'd willingly killed an image of my mother.

Talk about a sacrifice.

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❝Turn off all the lights
And let the morning come❞

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❝Highway To Hell❞

Not much else happened after that. What? You expected my life to be filled with a shitload of adventures? Scelero likes to travel, but not that much. She heard some rumors of some sort of House thingy, and decided to check it out. She took me and Nefir with her, because she said she, "needed her children with her".


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«Underneath the feminine exterior,
there is masculinity that feels inferior»

【 Mɪᴄᴀʜ 】 Mɪᴋʜᴀɪʟ Tsᴀʀ
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『 〓 』• Pronounced |muh-ee-KAH | mee-khah-EEL | Zz-AR | 
• Micah is the name of several people in the Hebrew Bible (Old Testament), and means "who is like God?". The name is sometimes found with theophoric extensions. Suffix theophory in Yah and in Yahweh results in Michaiah or Michaihu (Hebrew: מִיכָיְהוּ, Modern Mikhayhu Tiberian Mîḵā́yhû), meaning who is like Yahweh? Suffix theophory in El results in Michael (Hebrew: מִיכָאֵל, Modern Mikha'el Tiberian Mîḵāʼēl), meaning "who is like God?"
• Russian form of MICHAEL, and a variant Bulgarian transcription of MIHAIL. This was the name of two Russian tsars. It was also borne by the former Soviet leader Mikhail Gorbachev (1931-).
• Tsar (Tzar, Czar, or Csar; Bulgarian, Serbian and Ukrainian: цар; Russian: царь [tsarʲ] (help·info)) is a title used to designate certain European Slavic monarchs or supreme rulers. As a system of government in the Tsardom of Russia and Russian Empire, it is known as Tsarist autocracy, or Tsarism. The term is derived from the Latin word Caesar, which was intended to mean "Emperor" in the European medieval sense of the term - a ruler with the same rank as a Roman emperor, holding it by the approval of another emperor or a supreme ecclesiastical official (the Pope or the Ecumenical Patriarch) - but was usually considered by western Europeans to be equivalent to king, or to be somewhat in between a royal and imperial rank.
Occasionally, the word could be used to designate other, secular, supreme rulers. In Russia and Bulgaria the imperial connotations of the term were blurred with time, due to the medieval translations of the Bible, and, by the 19th century, it had come to be viewed as an equivalent of King.

【 Mɪᴋᴋʏ 】
Mikky isn't his favorite nickname, and he doesn't like nicknames in the least. He does make exceptions to who can call him what.

░▓░Gender Masculine ⇝ Male, with tinges of female
Derived from the chromosome 
░▓░Sexuality Asexual Very weakly Heterosexual
[Relationship Status] Single

░▓░Age Twenty ⇝ 20
░▓░Place of Birth Abakan ⇝ Russia
⊱ Nationalities Russian, American
⊱ Ethnicities Russian, German, Austrian
░▓░Date of Birth October 30th ⇝ 1:32 AM
⊱ Zodiacal symbol ♏ ➠ Scorpio ➠ (view spoiler)

«I have a special set of skills»


[ Hᴜɴᴛᴇʀ ]

While Micah may be a hunter, no one really knows what he is. He appears to be human, but the genes from his mother could say otherwise. He isn't even sure what he is, as he doesn't exhibit any of her characteristics, or any from his father. This isn't to say that he has any idea of what he is, or if it's confirmed that he's human. In the recent search for his mother, he has turned up a few clues as to what she was, and that might lead into what he is. There isn't much of a plan in terms of finding her, and hunting seemed like a good way to do some interrogation and covering up his tracks by not being held back by loose ends that he has to keep living.

Tʜᴇ Bᴇɪɴɢ

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▐☸▒  Micah isn't a male with many masculine features, save the lone indicator between his legs. Born with ambiguous genitalia, he has the exterior appearance of a female from the waist up. It's a struggle he's had to deal with for much of his life, and it has come to the point where he no longer finds it to be much of a bother. Now, to move on to a more detailed description of his current medical dilemma.

Micah isn't exactly the tallest person, reaching the maximum altitude of five feet and six inches. He's just above average, and doesn't much care for the comments that can come with the knowledge of his combined height and medical condition. He weighs a solid hundred thirty pounds, which is all thanks to his fast metabolism. He doesn't put on much weight due to the constant burning of fat. With a slender frame, he quite thankfully has little to no noticeable curves. Being a male as opposed to a female has lead him to some turmoil that he can't often single out to solve. Despite being small in stature, he has a rather long torso with proportionally long arms that aren't muscular whatsoever.

Upon a triangular visage sits a rather fair complexion. There have been a number of comments that link him close to porcelain dolls, and he's no fan of them. His raven black tresses stop just by his shoulders, and although this presents him to be more feminine, he hasn't had the motivation to cut it. His eyes often have the appearance of being sunken in or sleep deprived, but it's mostly the latter. His oculars are a dark blue color, but can be regarded as a darker green in certain lights. Another thing to note is that he does have eyebrows; they've simply been dyed blonde. His lips are thin, and rather pale, even against his skin.

The last thing to focus on is his voice. It's just as feminine as the rest of him, but has the faint tinges of masculinity. It is heavily accented, and he prefers to keep it that way, without any dilution.

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⊱ Hair Pigmentation Raven Black
⊱ Eye Pigmentation Turbulent Blue/Shadowed Green
⊱ Altitude 5 ft 6
⊱ Ponderosity 130 lbs
⊰⊱ Distinguishing Marks
▶ Tattoos
(view spoiler) The rest can be seen in the pictures.
▶ Piercings: also seen in the pictures, as he sticks to the facial area for his piercings.

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Micah has a peculiar style that normally consists of black clothing, and pants that are made with the sag in them. His hair is a mess of styling most of the time, and he never has a clear idea of what he wants to do with it. Moving down to his feet, they are perpetually clad in combat boots until whenever it is that he is scheduled to die. He prefers that over the option of women's foot wear. There was a time when he had been forced to wear women's clothing, but that awkward period has long since passed and he is eternally grateful for that fact.

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⊱ Trait
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⊱ Trait

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⊱ Trait
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«Something like the holocaust»

Micah is more of an introverted person, and tends to keep to himself as much as possible, even during missions. He isn't one of the introverts that is shy and timid, but simply doesn't believe in human interaction being of any benefit to him. People aren't his favorite things in the world, and he doesn't feel that he needs to speak with them. In this sense, it makes him a quiet person.He's fine with being called as such, but isn't a label to place on him that works effectively. Just be careful of how you intend to break him out of his reservation, as it can result in some form of violence if not done properly.

Calculation is only reasonable in Micah's field of work. What he does requires quite a bit of calculation, and a meticulous nature only further advances any advantage already gained. Micah has a knack for being exceptional calculative, and it is both a strength and weakness. Taking his time to take in every detail shows how much he has to observe, and the meticulous side of him won't allow for any fine detail being missed, even if it's as small as can be. Micah would simply dismiss it as part of his job when confronted on how well he does, and will make no move to correct statements of genius unless they are more far-fetched than he's willing to allow it to go.

Micah will most definitely tell you if he doesn't have a particular liking to you. He doesn't have the mindset to withhold such information, especially if it will get in the way of later interactions, or avoided interactions. In a sense, he can be seen as cruel because of how blunt he is, and the way he often delivers the truth of the situations at hand. This cruelty is just about as far as it extends to, and he has no real intention of turning it into anything else. Should it get past the avenue of truth, it's likely that you've done something to anger him in some way, or you've made the mistake of touching his equipment.

If one were to break the reserved exterior of Micah in a haphazard manner, it would elicit the appearance of a more violent side of him. He will raise to a level of aggression in a peculiar manner that would be similar to the anger of a mother towards her child in some instances. He would present a calm facade that snaps just before he displays violent tendencies linked to an elevated aggression. Micah doesn't normal display such a temperament, and can be kept calm in most situations. He finds that there are some triggers that are far more dangerous to pull than that of a gun.

As a result of Micah being a quiet and reserved soul, he's naive to a great deal of the world. His lack of participation in what goes on outside of a mission leads to the lack of him having any experience of the things around him. This also leads him to be quite curious. It contradicts his reserved nature, but has a tendency to stray out from his usual sideline activity. This could often get him into situations of trouble that he can sometimes get himself out of without much help, or assistance.

✓ Silence
✓ Thinking
✓ Chess
✓ Being able to not have use of a gun
✓ Rain
✓ Storms
✓ Technology

✗ His equipment being touched
✗ Being flirted with by the male population
✗ Sunshine
✗ Loud places
✗ People

♦ Calculation
To be able to calculate anything faster than a computer could is indeed a strength, and there have been a number of speculators who believed that this might be a sign of variance.
♦ Comprehension
Micah displays an ability to comprehend things faster than most subjects would be able to. This is again considered part of some form of variance, but it's usually dismissed.
♦ Memory
Micah has an eidetic memory, meaning he can recall sounds, images, and smells with complete precision without the requirement of some form of repetition.
♦ Precision
Micah has a knack for hitting things on the mark, even if he doesn't shoot too often. It's probably the only reason they allow him to be in the field.

♢ Emotional Control
Micah has a good time keeping most of his emotions in check, but there are a few that slip more often than most. Anger, for one, and the absolute disparity that can sometimes be found in the tone of his voice is another than he has yet to become to the master of.
♢ Concentration
Yes, Micah can keep himself concentrated if he works hard, but he often gets bored of the tasks he's been assigned to, and strays from what he needs to do.
♢ Strength
No, Micah isn't the pillar of strength, and it's a wonder he even took up the occupation of hunting at all.
♢ Stamina
Micah doesn't do well with stamina. It has to be one of the downsides of his physique being so haphazard, even if he doesn't put on weight. No, the act of weight gain may be hard, but staying in line with everyone on a morning run is just as difficult for him. It's not that he's at all out of shape; he just wasn't built for running the distance and speed required of him.

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◤Mɪᴄᴀʜ Mɪᴋʜᴀɪʟ Tsᴀʀ◥

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Ⓜ▐▐ The day before Halloween, and the only activity buzzing in the halls of a Russian hospital after midnight was the labor of a young woman, or someone who appeared to be so.

The night had brought forth a storm like no other, and it shook even the sturdiest of buildings. The power had gone out, but the generators had failed to start up. The lives of many in the hospital were at stake, even the small child that was currently attempting to enter the world whilst his mother's screams contributed to the frantic panicking of doctors, nurses, medical aids, and more. The patients had even lifted up complaints of the woman's terrible wailing.

One old woman in particular had requested that the husband deal with the woman's irritating suffering in some manner, and it gave pause to the doctors. The woman had come in on her own, and assured them that the father of the child would arrive after her. That had been declared nearly five hours ago, and the speed of her labor had not once progressed past her excruciating pain.

The concerned both doctors and nurses involved in her delivery, and they sought an answer by means of the woman herself. The one moment that the noise had died down was by far the most troubling for them, and would eventually lead to a decision on the woman's part. A decision that would change the lives of many in the hospital at the time.

The true beginnings of labor began as they questioned the woman, to which she didn't answer a good deal of them. There was also the factor of most being deceptive answers that would turn up no results in future searches, aside from her name.

"Ma'am, I need to ask you your name," was the first question to leave a timid doctor as he stared at the blonde in labor before him. Her eyes were a hazy blue, but at this moment they almost appeared to be violet. Her gaze turned incredulous, like she hadn't given the information upon her arrival.

"Where is your husband," the doctor managed to get out over the terrible wailing of the woman. Her skin glistened with the sweat of the effort she used to straighten herself up on the hospital bed, reaching over to the doctor asking her the questions. Hand clasping around the collar of his shirt, she pulled him forward roughly, and began to state her claims.

"I have been in labor for the past five hours," she started, "I don't need your questions unless they help me get this baby out. He's been waiting for eight months, and I really think he's ready now to see the world. Now, if we could get on with this, I'd like for my hormones to get back in check, and see my son."

The doctor, thoroughly intimidated by the hormonal woman in the process of giving birth to her first child, nodded in response and set about aiding a new life into the world.

However, as the labor progressed, something began to happen to the woman. Her voice went hoarse, even with the long drawls of agonizing pain that slid up her throat and into the halls, they held a more raspy quality than they should have. Her eyes dulled of the youth they showed, slowly aging ahead of her current appearance. Her skin followed suit after, shriveling and spotting with age marks.

One nurse screamed, and panic again broke out at the medical mystery that was beginning to baffle the doctor's. The woman aging exponentially, and no one knew what was causing it. They hadn't been involved in any variant activity and such was what lead them to be ignorant to the fact that a variance of the aging sort was wearing off.

The woman again leaned forward, this time taking more effort than the first.

The next several minutes were the worst that would pass over the remainder of each person's lifetime, which would end shortly after. The child was delivered, but by the woman herself. The doctors and nurses lay gasping for breath, aged years ahead of their time as the woman returned to the youthful appearance she had arrived with. Taking careful steps over the body and holding on to a squirming and screaming newborn boy, she made her escape into the tumultuous night.

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Ⓜ▐▐ The first sign of Micah's unusual predicament was when he was six.

He began to take on feminine features, starting with the growth of his hair and the shaping of his face. Being six, he didn't much take notice of it, and thought that it was natural. His mother, doctors, and peers of his kindergarten class thought otherwise. Now, his mother had always been understanding and what mother isn't supposed to love their child? She treated it as any other appearance of his, and began to register him in school as a female. The action wasn't in a means of choosing what he was supposed to be, but was a means of protection that a young Micah didn't quite understand.

He didn't understand why he was being forced into girl's clothes, or going with the girls when it came time to change clothing.

The first happening of his exposure in school was an innocent trip to the bathroom. He'd become used to sitting down when the need for the emptying of bladder came, but something was telling him otherwise

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➥ Tʜɪs ᴛᴇᴍᴘʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ʜᴀs ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴍᴀʟɪᴄɪᴏᴜsʟʏ ᴄᴏᴍᴘɪʟᴇᴅ ʙʏ ғɪᴇɴᴅ
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on that day. He strode into the boy's bathroom without a care and went as he would without the hindrance of the pretense of being a female. Unfortunately for him, a student from the neighboring classroom had also had the mind to use the restroom as well.

The act in itself was innocent to both parties, but in respect to the young man, he did walk into the bathroom to find a seven year old girl with suspected cooties lifting up her dress and holding something he thought only little boys should have. The look of panic that crossed both boys faces was to result in a stern put down on part of Micah by his school's principal. No, they didn't believe what he was doing was right, but he'd gotten so adjusted to this way of life, that it'd begun to seem right.

It was a choice he made of his own sound judgement to continue portraying a female, and restrain himself to the confines of feminine areas, especially when puberty decided to gift him with even more feminine features.

For six more years he was burdened with the hopes and crushing blows of ever being what he truly was: male. It was hard on him and his family, but they endured. His mother was the most reverent about sticking with what they'd decided on, even if his father began to grow disgusted with his only son.

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Ⓜ▐▐ Micah's first friendship was something other than that to the other party.

Micah had begun a friendship with the young boy that had ratted him out to his principal at the tender age of seven. The two had split when Micah had moved schools, but when they had reunited in the eighth grade, both weren't the same.

Puberty had not given Micah the chance to be much of a male in appearance, especially not with the growth of more feminine indicators. Albeit they were rather minuscule, they were noticeable to draw attention from the same gender with the guise of being the opposite one. He had been flirted with quite endlessly by hormonal and prepubescent boys who would later discover that the she was actually a he, emphasis on the masculine indicator dangling between his legs when he used the restroom.

Micah's mother had been able to get him into a educational institute that allowed for him to dress as a female, but use all the male facilities with ease. This, of course, was done in a manner that included a number of scandalous pictures of the principal and underage girls in compromising positions. Yes, it would otherwise be known as blackmail, but Micah's mother wasn't one to be technical when it came to her children, and didn't waste her breath with bargaining unless she had some leverage.

Now, the young man who'd previously gotten Micah removed from school had forgotten about the ordeal with a year or two of therapy. His name was Richard, which he had shortened to Rich towards amiable presences. Having forgotten, when he'd laid eyes on an older Micah, he saw only the feminine exterior. The process of them even becoming friends was a rocky one, as Micah wasn't someone who forgot very easily, and that Rich had been persuaded to befriend the young male through a bet.

At any rate, they became friends, and the opposing party began to develop something else entirely. The question of sexuality was further clouded by the question of sexual identity, and neither party was quite sure of how to answer either of those questions without disrupting the peace of each party. One assumed that the two of them were dating, which would be rich. He bought Micah gifts that were rather expensive with the pretense of courtship, which was not seen as so by Micah.

Micah called off the confusing affair before it could go much further, which it had almost done so when Rich attempted to make lip to lip contact with Micah on numerous occasions. It was clear to say that Rich later wanted close to nothing to do with him for the better part of their middle school career. However, after the first couple days of the ninth grade in the confines of all the same classrooms, they settled the differences and became the friends that they should have been before.

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Ⓜ▐▐ The decision for change was everything that Micah needed, but didn't want.

His mother had always been a floaty type of person, someone who wasn't very easy to find in true times of need that involved people other than his younger sister or himself. She would just disappear for a few hours, leaving in a huff and coming back in a far better mood.

Micah's father suspected her of cheating, but had never seemed to have the heart to confront her about it until a drunken night in August that he followed the woman to her usual hunting ground for her variance.

The children had been strapped into the backseat of the truck that had been used as a familial transport for the better part of their lives. The swerving of the car gave them no reassurance that they would be walking out of the car in the next half our breathing or intact.

They attempted to persuade the man to pull over and let the next designated driver take over, which would be Micah as he had turned seventeen the year earlier. His father just continued on with his drunken mess of driving, endangering every single person on the road. The trio arrived at a bar that Galina Tsar had pulled into not minutes before.

When they stepped inside, what they had expected to find was a flirtatious mood with their mother in the midst of adultery, but instead they found a bar full of aging men and women and the lone blonde standing in the middle of them. Her features were far more youthful than they had been when she'd left that evening to do what it was that she did.

Many were still breathing, even if it were as shallow as a dying breath- most of them were- and those already dead were old beyond imagining. They looked as though they would blow away in the wind coming form an open door in the back. Shocked from his hazy stupor, Micah's father crossed to his wife, who was just about as shocked to see him there. They stood there, staring for a very long as if they were seeing each other for the first time, but not in the romantic way that should have occurred.

The look of pure hate filled the next moment as his father stared out at the creature before him, who held a pleading expression as she began to steadily back up. In the moment that Micah blinked, he lost both his parents. His mother ran out first, and was followed closely behind by his father. They went out the back, a shot ran out, and his father returned to the bar in a haze of adrenaline and anger. There was no blood, but he appeared as if he wanted blood to be spilled. It seemed that the knowledge of her being a variant was something worse than her cheating.

Micah suspected that his mother was dead, but his father wouldn't be so angry if she truly was.

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Ⓜ▐▐ With aging, came a knowledge unknown to most.

Micah made the decision to leave the home and comfort he'd known for a very long time to pursue his mother. It took a toll on his father, who had slipped in and out of disowning his only son to settle for regarding him as a disgrace for ever having been born. He understood that his genes were a good deal of the reason why his son was the way he was, but it didn't bother him in the least bit.

The two had never gotten along, and there wasn't ever a possibility for the two of them to. No, to his father his genes were tainted with that of a thing that had whittles its way into his life. It took the best years of his life, and he was not one to be happy about it.

The entire family knew how he felt about that kind. To say what they were was like raising Satan from his sleep.

So, unable to stand what the disappearance of his mother had created, Micah left for a career that would bring him closer to finding her. He resolved that he'd find her, get his young sister, and leave the anger of his father behind.

||☳|| [ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴs ]

Galina Tsar
(☰) ╯x ┊❝ Mother / Missing ▍▍▍▍ ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ 10 out of 10

Mikhail Tsar
(☰) ╯x ┊❝ Father / Alive ▍▍▍▍ ♥♥♥ 3 out of 10

Astrid Tsar
(☰) ╯x ┊❝ Younger Sister / Alive ▍▍▍▍ ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ 10 out of 10

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( ♠ ) Paroxysmal Asphyxiation

{Part I}

【 And 】 I had a dream about my old school
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My own sacred ceremonials

Tesla Kateøina Radka Aksamit
『 〓 』• Pronounced | Tes-LAH | Kah-ATE-Oi-Ee-Nah | Rahd-KAH | AHK-sah-MEET |
• Tesla as a girl's name. Name of a pioneer electrical engineer Nikolai Tesla, and in more modern times, the name of a rock band. Tesla has 1 variant form: Tessla. Kateøina is a variant spelling of the name Katina. Katina as a girl's name is a variant of Catherine (Greek) and Katherine (Greek), and the meaning of Katina is "pure".
• RADKA (Радка). Feminine form of Slavic Radko (q.v.), from Slavic rad, meaning "joy." Usage: Bulgaria, Czech Republic, Slovakia.
Radka smiled a little palely as they climbed the stairs.
"This time I do feel shaky," she said, "and we are going to talk about me."
Nedejda's fingers caught Radka's. "What is it?" she implored. "Please tell me quickly now you've had your tea."
Radka laughed. "I will, now you've had yours."
She drew Nedejda through the open door out into the quiet and perfume of the garden, which, even in April, flowered in heavy sweetness. Looking around at its loveliness, she drew a deep breath.
"I've got to go, Nedejda," her voice was a little unsteady; "I can get the Varna boat to-morrow night."
The color drenched out of Nedejda's face, but she stood silent, waiting for the rest. (St. Nicholas, vol. 43, 1916)
• Aksamit is Jewish (from Poland), Polish, Ukrainian, Belorussian, or Czech: from Polish aksamit ‘velvet’ or a cognate word in Czech, Ukrainian, Russian, or Belorussian. The etymology is clear, but not the application or ethnic origin.

Species: {Hybrid} 『vv』 Vampyre Recessive 『Dd』Dream-Eater Dominant
With the two species mixed into Tesla's genes, comes the struggle of dominance between a nefarious force and a more neutral one. Though she has her Vampyre's genes set to recessive, there are moments when it becomes the dominant set of genes. Those are usually moments of extreme agitation and anger, which is actually what put her in such a place as this. Because her genes as a Vampyre are recessive to the dominant Dream-Eater genes, the means by her feeding a spliced significantly. She does exhibit a need for blood, but it isn't as strong as other half-bloods' need for the essence. No, instead, she has a hankering for flesh. It makes up her diet as a Vampyre, but she usually doesn't feed that way. Her dominant Dream-Eater genes prevent her from doing so. Dream-Eaters are as their name would suggest. She is most commonly exhibiting the Dream-Eater genes, as it is the dominant set. Dream-Eaters are very rare creatures, and are extremely hard to come by. Should one grace your company, they usually pose as a species entirely different from their own. They specilaize in most anything to do with dreams and emotions. They may seem to be weak and easy to take down, but they are quite the opposite. Comas are the result of hostile meetings with the species, and sometimes it's the deepest sleep ever known that results in the death of the body but not the mind. This being said, the only reason for their rarity is a choice made to hold the balance of the dreaming world, which they have exclusive access to.
Age: Twenty-Four {24; Twenty-and-Four} May 17th, 2:35 PM
Blood Type: AB Rh Negative [The rarest]
Gender: [/covers chest] "My husband would've attested to me being a woman"
Derived from the chromosome
⊱ Born in Ústí nad Labem, Czech Republic
⊱ Nationalitie(s) are Polish, Czech, Belsarussian
⊱ Ethnical background includes; Polish, Czech, Belsarussian
Sexuality: Pansexual
Relationship Status: Single
⊱ Zodiacal symbol: Ox ➠
The Ox sign, first and foremost, is the most dependable of all the Chinese zodiac signs. The Ox person will instinctively shoulder the load in any of their relationships whether it be for love, family or friends. Most people would think that this is an unfair burden to bear, however, the Ox gets enjoyment and satisfaction out of the weight it bears. Once the Ox sets its sights on a specific course of action, it would be next to impossible to make the Ox waver from its set path. However, the great determination of the Ox can turn into down right stubbornness when they choose the wrong course of action. From outward appearances it may seem like the Ox is the calm and not career driven. Do not be fooled, as the Ox can be as ambitious as other of the Chinese Zodiac signs. For the Ox to find its full potential it needs to be in a familiar and supportive environment. There it can find the happiness seeks for others and more importantly itself.
⊱ Zodiacal symbol: ♉ ➠ Taurus ➠
Like the animal that represents them, is all about strength, stamina and will. Stubborn by nature, the Taurus will stand his/her ground to the bitter end (sometimes even irrationally so). But that's okay because the Taurus is also a loving, sympathetic and appreciative sign. The Taurus is very understanding and when we need someone to unburden ourselves to, we often share our deepest fears with the Taureans of the zodiac. Taureans are very patient, practical and efficient, they are excellent in matters of business and are also wonderful instructors/teachers. Although initially they may have their own best interest at heart, they are ultimately & endlessly generous with their time, possessions and love.

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▐ Physique (view spoiler)
▐ Dream-Eater Physique (view spoiler)
▐ Clothing Style (view spoiler)
▐ Marking(s): A beauty mark right above her lip, on the left side.
▐ Tattoo(s): (view spoiler)

|| ♛ || To describe the being before you at her present state is a task that is most tedious in the ways of displaying her beauty. The action would require the use of repetition, because of the lack of words most have for her appearance. She's a spectacular creature to observe, seeing her lithe movements when she's in action. It would do good to pay close attention.

Raised to a stature of close to six feet, Tesla isn't the picture of height, but she is above average standing. Not by much, unfortunately. It might have added to her glory, but her legs are to praise for her current height. She weighs a numeral of a hundred and fifty pounds, give or take a few pounds. She has no particular interest in this factor of her being, but isn't all too fond of divulging it to anyone that crosses her path. No, that is information for privileged ears only. Slender is something that she wears on her skin, and it does well to attract a meal. She's endowed with quite the chest area, much to her indifferent opinion. She doesn't particularly care for that area of her body, as she feels it lacks any significance to her dream state. Atop a slender neck and shoulders sits a heart shaped face. The features that lay on it are just as magnificent as the rest of her.

The tresses that roll down to the small of this specimen's back are of a color that would appear to be a dark brown. Exposure to bright lights would give it lighter hue, but she's content with the usual coloring. The tendrils of hair often curl in a fashion that she finds appealing, and other times it looks to be straight and thick. The thickness of her hair often gets it into tangles of strands, and it is only further encouraged by Tesla's refusal to do anything about said tangles. The oculars that often lead people to a state of pleasant dreaming are similar in coloring to her hair. They're a dark brown hue that contrasts with her tan complexion. In some lights, they appear to be black orbs of malice, but that's all a trick of the light, as she rarely exhibits such a characteristic featured lighting. Her lips have to be one of the more appealing features that are zoned in, aside from her chest. They're puckered in a sweet sort of way, and a bland rosy color. A contradicting description, but one that suits her no less.

Now, her voice holds all the qualities of a good dream when she's in a good mood. It holds a low alto tone that is rather sultry and enticing. It also holds a tonation that could be found in a mother's voice when she lulls a child to sleep. It's usually whisper low, but should she have a need she will raise her voice. When angered, it takes a turn for nightmare fodder. No, it's not as pleasant as it is when she's a happy camper, so best to keep her that way. Her dream-like voice is quite accented, more so from her childhood in the Czech Republic.

|| ♛ || Tesla's appearance doesn't much change when she enters her Dream-Eater form. She holds the same height and weight, and slender features, but what changes are her hair, eyes, and ears. There is also the addition of antlers atop her head, with blossoms that sprout in an array of areas. Her ears become pointed and tilt downwards, as well as slightly longer than they would be normally. Her hair and eyes take on an iridescently violet hue that appears to be a soft shade of pink. This presents her with a harmless appearance to those that she feeds off of, and allows for pleasant dreams rather than nightmares.

Hair Color: The tresses that roll down to the small of this specimen's back are of a color that would appear to be a dark brown. Exposure to bright lights would give it lighter hue, but she's content with the usual coloring.
Eye Color: The oculars that often lead people to a state of pleasant dreaming are similar in coloring to her hair. They're a dark brown hue that contrasts with her tan complexion. In some lights, they appear to be black orbs of malice, but that's all a trick of the light, as she rarely exhibits such a characteristic.
Height: Raised to a stature of close to six feet, Tesla isn't the picture of height, but she is above average standing.
Weight: She weighs a numeral of a hundred and fifty pounds, give or take a few pounds.

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❝And I heard your voice, as clear as day
And you told me I should concentrate❞

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sucre'd fiend (sucredfiend) | 14 comments {Part II}

×◞ ⇡ Tʜᴇ CLᴇᴀʀ Lɪᴇs

♚ ▌▌▌ It is not often that a child is forgotten in a hospital.

No, the occurrence is less likely to happen when the family receiving the child has eagerly awaited the birth of the child. The opposite can be said for the parents of Tesla. The matrimony of the two had been forced, and the resulting child of the pairing was not in the moments of happiness and romantic inclination. Tesla was forged of an angry scheme of malice on her mother's half, enacted foolishly on her father's part.

The couple was not meant to be together, but parental forces had much otherwise to say. The marriage was simply political, with the promise of riches for her mother's family. Yes, it was purely a selfish dream to married through Tesla's mother, to the ever so wealthy Aksamit family. They had gained their fame through precision in the markets of apparel, going as far as to force their heir into the world of modeling to further advance the immense wealth.

That being said, the couple purposefully forgot their child at the hospital she was born in. They had spent the entire labor process arguing, with Tesla's mother doing most of the screaming. It was by far the most interesting birth to occur at the hospital, and the talk of the town even after the couple left it.

However, the child would be saved from the welfare system by a woman by the name of Maria Saldana.

Maria had been a woman void of a love life, but in need of the presence of a child. For reasons unknown, she had refused to allow herself to submit to a man, and instead sought a child through matters of adoption. She had been referred to check the hospitals for children left to be cared for, and when she laid eyes on the infant girl forgotten only in spite by her parents, she was taken with her.

She raised the child for ten years before any real incident took a misfortune place in the lives of the two.

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I never liked the ugly whore. So, I left her. There wasn't much of a need for me to have this child if I didn't want her, so I left her in that godforsaken hospital. Good thing I did.

Ten years of life for Tesla was the year that she decided in herself that things would change.

It wasn't an absent minded thought of an adolescent, but of more than one harmonious being wrapped into one. The child would later find that the voices in her head weren't always the best to be listening to. They had, essentially, been kind friends to fill the void of tangible ones, because of how she'd been tormented for those ten years.

She was the one left behind, forgotten, unwanted.

It's an unbearable fate for a child to have to go through, and there was no excuse for the event. There was no need for her to find better parents; had her parents loved her in the slightest she would've been very well off. It wasn't that she had a deformity known to them either; they didn't even bother to name her. The inheritance of her last name was the only relic of her true parents, and it pained her.

It, however, was exactly what the children of the playground wanted to see. "Nobody loves you," they'd say, and begin to torture her as harshly as children could do. Given the chance, children can be the cruelest of creatures, and Tesla experienced that first hand. She let go of all hopes of being rescued by anyone other than the woman who loved her most: Maria.

But, one day changed everything.

It was the first day that she'd heard the voices. It started with only one, a simple tone that nearly made her dismiss its presence with the bland cooing it had started up. It remained that way for several hours, always whispering in her ears. The first true words that she listened to were words of comfort, and endless bliss, but it required her to do something; just one thing.

The second and third voice joined at her refusal do what she had been asked of, claiming it would make them her friends. It took hours on end to have her continue to listen, and the addition of six other voices. Now, in total, there were nine in her head, and one still laying dormant. It was sleeping for a time best left for its rage. Those hours of pleading and bargaining paid off in favor of the voices.

On January Eighth, at exactly twelve in the afternoon, the bodies of twelve children were found hung from the money bars of a playground jungle gym. Their eyes were gouged out, and their tongues were sticking out from their throats. When asked, each child could have been held responsible for the bullying of Tesla, and her mother knew very well.

The two made their escape, only to be hindered by the mass of angry parents. Maria then planned to leave the child at an orphanage, for the protection of the country. The plan was for her to disappear for a few months in the child service system, and for Maria to find passage to another place, somewhere safe.

She never got the chance, dying just inches from her keys from a bullet through the head.

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My sister? She's perfect. She'd never harm a fly, unless you pushed her to it. No, she's nice.

Tesla met her parents for the first time just days after she lost the person she thought would be the only one to love her.

The couple had managed to work out a situation that suited them best for their differences. With the resolution of their conflict came the blossom of their love. So, they sought the child that they first had in hopes of keeping their love intact, as well as in the acquiring of a son. Tesla's mother had made herself unfertile through a manner of ways years before, and her father had suggested the ide of adoption.

Upon the location of Tesla, they found her brother: Gaspard. He was three years her junior, and in the days of her arrival they had formed a strong bond of kinship. The two of them had gone through similar experiences, but Gaspard had not the fortune to be found by a loving mother such as Maria. To make amends with the reluctant new life of returning to the people that caused her torment, she brought Gaspard with her.

Tesla never quite felt the love that would be directed at her true parents. No, it was replaced by a burning hatred that left their conversations tense and filled with breaks of silence. She blamed them for the death of Maria, as well as the death of those twelve children. She believed she had every right to, but the only solace she found was in Gaspard.

Up until the age of eighteen, the two were always together. Rumors were often spread of incestuous activities taking place between the two, and her parents sought to change that. When she turned eighteen, and him fifteen, they sent her out of the country after a year of debate. They decided that the states would best suit her, and she never saw her brother again. Not physically, at least. She was allowed the privilege of correspondence with him upon her departure.

She never bothered to ask of her parents well-being after her leaving.

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My daughter? I don't have a daughter. Never had one

The day that trouble arrived in the States in the form of Tesla.

Freshly angered by her parents, she lashed out in the form of prostitution. A simple offense with minor sentencing, she was never truly caught. She flirted her way in and out of trouble, risking the ruin of her family's reputation with the mindset of destroying her parents. She continued this spree of unadulterated revenge for two years, before she met her husband, or the man he would be.

She didn't know then what she was getting into, not until she realized how crazy love is. On a scale of one to ten, it was her.

By some miracle, she had managed to keep some form of chastity intact to give it to this man, Liam Anderson. With the idea of her giving him something so priceless, she was hooked on the idea of him being hers forever. Alas, such a thought would be discarded in the course of a year.

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You're asking about my wife? My wife is crazy. You see the blood on the leaves? That's her doing. One day, she's gonna end up killing everyone before she does herself in.

For Christmas, Tesla received the news that her husband of a year had been cheating on her with several mistresses.

To get such news from one of the very women that had been part of the small scheme, was far worse. Her already deteriorating mental state spiraled down to the pits of sanity, shattering the final barrier that held the last voice. Said husband had been out for work until the evening, and so, Tesla planned. The very woman that first alerted her of the cheating was the first to go.

How did she die? A car rolling over her a few dozen times. Yes, she survived the initial hitting, but the car crushed her skull the last time it went over. It was exactly what Tesla had wanted to hear, and what the voice had told her to do.

The next woman on the list was just as close as the first. She found her end at the latter part of a knife. Of course, as is characterized for most female on female directed crimes, the first area to receive abuse was the genitalia. She went "snatch", as some would refer to the act as. There were three other women on the list that had similar ends. The third was drowned, the fourth chopped in half with a hachet, and the fifth was...well let's not go there.

Tesla saved a separate punishment for Liam that night.

She cut off his genitalia from the root, shoved it down his throat, and when he was close to death, she used a cast iron figurine in their hallway to crack his head open.

She didn't stay long enough to get caught.

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Trait One Perceptive, and yet oblivious
Trait Two  Perpetually Dreaming
Trait Three Sarcastic and Witty
Trait Four Truthful 
Trait Five Slightly Insane; not there, but getting there
Trait Six Perverse and Vulgar

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❝And the only solution was to stand and fight
I felt you come over me like some holy life❞

message 43: by sucre'd fiend (new)

sucre'd fiend (sucredfiend) | 14 comments {Part III}

Despite looking completely thoughtless to everything going on around her, Tesla tends to be very perceptive. It's not often taken much note of by those who really know her, but she can surprise those who don't know her. However, she can also be entirely oblivious to what's going on around her. It can be an annoyance for most people, having someone suddenly tell them what their problems are and not know that something is totally wrong with them. In that way, Tesla could be a better friend than she herself believes, as she would be paying that much more attention to them than to herself.

If you don't keep her involved in conversation, Tesla tends to drift off into the land of dreams with her eyes open. It's a habit she has to break out of during important situations, but usually just lets happen. She'd actually rather be sleeping at all hours of the day as opposed to having to walk around awake. So, she daydreams. She can mumble when she daydreams, and it can be distracting for some people. She, however, has not a care in the world when she's gone. Getting her attention once she's gone tends to be hard, so to speak, unless you distract her with something that she likes.

Given the chance, Tesla can be a whiz when it comes to sarcasm and wit. She's well-versed in it, and it comes out of her mouth like a language she's learned and practiced. She can go overboard, but she knows how to keep it in check. When the voices come out, though, she can't do much about it. Some people would think that she'd practiced or thought about it beforehand, but it comes naturally. Some would call it sass.

Tesla will always tell the truth. There has never been a point in time that she hasn't. As a Christian, it's one of the Ten Commandments to not tell a lie; Thou shalt not lie. She holds strongly to this, and is more likely to hurt feelings than to help anything. This is why you aren't supposed to tell her secrets. Should someone ask about them, they're given away like candy. She doesn't see this as a bad thing, and no, she has no plans of ever seeing it as so.

There are a few inconsistencies in Tesla's mental health. She hasn't been diagnosed with anything despite numerous therapy sessions and evaluations over the years. Her mother had decided that she was perfectly sane, ignoring the clear fact that her daughter was hearing voices and seeing things. However, she does say that her daughter is blessed with the gift of hearing and sight of seeing angels. Yeah, crazy. Tesla likes to believe that to be true, but still has feelings that she might be clinically insane. She doesn't take medication and has managed to keep everything at bay, if you call whispers and shadows "at bay". She doesn't often reflect this instability, but when she does it's difficult for her to regain control over herself.

As far as being a pervert goes, Tesla could be one of the worst. She has a vulgarity that is very rarely matched, and she enjoys being just that. There isn't much to say about it, except that she isn't a shameless flirt, if you were to connect it back to her instability. She has a bad habit of touching, that doesn't sit well with this trait of hers. Best not let her get her hands on you.

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❝It was oh so strange, and so surreal
That a ghost should be so practical❞

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♕ ⋮ S ᴋ ɪ ʟ ʟ s & A ʙ ɪ ʟ ɪ ᴛ ɪ ᴇ s
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◜。 ░ ♔ ━━ APTITUDE ˟ ˟」
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◜。 ░ Dream Eating
Tesla eats dreams, meaning she erasing them from the memory of a person, as well as the memory of her eating. She provides those she eats from with several years of good luck, depending on the method she's used to feed. Intimate contact provides the longest period of ten years.
◜。 ░ Slumber Inducing
She can make people fall asleep through a number of ways. The more common way is to use hypnosis with her voice, or to use Dream Dust.
◜。 ░ Emotion Manipulation
Tesla can manipulate emotions based on how she herself is feeling. It only truly works when she's calm.
◜。 ░ Speed
Self explanatory
◜。 ░ Strength
Also self explanatory
◜。 ░ Compulsion
This is a mixture of her Vampyre genes and Dream-Eater genes. Since Dream-Eaters can use hypnosis to induce sleep, the Vampyre gene forms a parasitic relationship with this power, and the result is compulsion. If you hold eye contact with her for a solid twenty seconds, you're stuck.

◜。 ░ ♔ ━━ DECREPITUDE ˟ ˟」
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◜。 ░ Silver
The Vampyre part of her is what makes this weakness. Any part of her body that comes into contact with the metal burns.
◜。 ░ Long Exposure to Natural Light
Because she's half Vampyre, being exposed to the sun isn't as drastic as it seems. It actually just makes her sick. The longer she's outside, the sicker she is.
◜。 ░ Waking Hours
Tesla's waking hours are when she's vulnerable, because she isn't in her comfort zone. She's still relatively strong, but not as strong as she would be normally.
◜。 ░ Wooden Stakes
I think you all know how this works

Tesla is rather good at seduction should she need to do it. Years of practice, she would say.
Contrary to popular belief, Tesla has an immense amount of self control. She exhibits it quite often.
Tesla is remarkably patient, and that has to be a deadly asset. Don't ever mess with her when her patience has met an end, the consequences could be dire.
The voices may often contradict her logic, but there are rare moments when they actually help. When that happens, she's a mastermind.
Attention to Detail:
Tesla pays close attention to details, and it make her rather in tune with what's going on.

Loss of Control:
Should Tesla lose control, it's particularly hard for her to regain it. Best not to push her to that limit, which is usually where her patience ends, or is greatly tested.
Lack of attention:
Tesla lacks attention to some of the big things, usually the obvious ones that involve her.
The voices are clearly a weakness, and more so dangerous to her than anyone else.
Fear of Betrayal:
She's had people betray her before, and it can only happen so many times before you become afraid of trusting people.

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◜。 ░ ♔ ━━ INDULGENCES ˟ ˟」

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◜ █ ♔ Sleep
◜ █ ♔ Reading
◜ █ ♔ Cotton Candy
◜ █ ♔ Clouds
◜ █ ♔ Red; anything red
◜ █ ♔ Chamomile Tea; it induces sleep

◜。 ░ ♔ ━━ ANTAGONISTS ˟ ˟」

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◜ █ ♔ Men; she has an acute fear of them
◜ █ ♔ Being Awake
◜ █ ♔ The Voices
◜ █ ♔ Summer
◜ █ ♔ Attention

❝ HOBBIES ♔ !  ♥²

↯ ▍Sleeping
↯ ▍Inducing Sleep
↯ ▍Eating
↯ ▍Cooking

♕ ⋮ Friends & Family
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Maria Saldana
( ✗ ) ╯x ┊❝ Adoptive Mother / deceased ▍▍▍▍ ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ 10 out of 10

Galina Aksamit
( ✗ ) ╯x ┊❝Biological Mother/ Presumed Deceased ▍▍▍▍ ♥♥♥♥ 4 out of 10

Radko Aksamit
( ✗ ) ╯x ┊❝Biological Father/ Missing ▍▍▍▍ ♥♥ 2 out of 10

Gaspard Aksamit
( ✗ ) ╯x ┊❝Adoptive Brother/ Alive ▍▍▍▍ ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ 9 out of 10

Liam Anderson
( ✗ ) ╯x ┊❝ Husband / deceased ▍▍▍▍ ♥♥♥♥♥ 5 out of 10

message 44: by [deleted user] (last edited Oct 11, 2013 02:47PM) (new)

Name: Annetta Ida Fontaine
Nickname: Anna, Netta, Ida, Ice Princess
Age: 16
Species: Water Nymph
Sexuality: Straight
Appearance: Annetta has long wavy brownie blondie hair and blue eyes. She is about 5ft and has a fair skin tone. She is very slender.
Personality: Annetta is not very smart. She is shy and quiet. She is the invisible girl in class. She is also bullied by the other students. She is very compassionate and will help anyone in need. She gets jealous easily.
History: Annetta is French. Annetta was born to parents that loved her dearly. They lived in a small village. Annetta grew up wearing second hand clothes and was made fun of because of it. When she turned 5 she wanted to start figure skating so her parents did everything they could to put her through lessons. When she went for her first lesson she fell in love with the sport. She has since go on to win plenty of competitions. When she was 13 her parents had another child Elaina. She also has an older brother.
Mother: -Janette
Father: Pierre
Sister: Elaina
Brother: Cale
Likes: Figure skating, lilac, French
Dislikes: mean people, black, science

message 45: by Elmina (last edited Oct 18, 2013 08:57PM) (new)

Elmina | 2 comments First Name: Lillian

Middle Name: Ann

Last Name: LaRose

Nickname: Lily

Age: 20

Gender: Female

Species: Shape-shifter

Appearance: Human form:

Dressing Style: or

Powers: She can change into any animal she wants. It will last for 24 hours before wearing off. After 24 hours she will return to her human form.

Personality: Lily loves going to new places. If she is given a chance to go somewhere new, anywhere, she will gladly take it, without hesitation. She's not afraid to speak what's on her mind. If she's angry, you'll know. Won't hesitate to help someone. Is always thinking of others and rarely does what she wants unless she knows it will help someone. In that case, it will be her way, or the highway. Rarely wears makeup, even is she wanted to, she never has the time. Far from a girly girl. Despite her appearance, she hates going shopping for shoes or dresses or anything else and she often wears the same thing until she can't wear it anymore and only then does she buy new things.

Family: Her mother: Dead. Her father: Dead. Twin brother: Dead.

History: When she was born, her mother and father knew she would be special but her twin brother, Jasper, would not. He died 10 years after he and Lily were born from cancer. Lily got so sad and angry that she turned into a vicious wolf. Her parents calmed her down and she turned back into a human. She eventually learned to control it but her parents didn't let her out of the house much. She never got to explore and she never got to make new friends at school. That's why Lily wanted to travel the world, because she never got to so much as travel her neighborhood. One day, Lilly decided she had enough. She went into the woods and her parents ran to find her. She was in her wolf form and she was thinking like a wolf, not a human. Lilly attacked her parents and killed them. Only after her wolf form wore off did she realize what she had done. She killed the remaining members of her family. She was 19.

Other Info: She ages very slowly. She says she is 20 because that's how old she looks. In reality, she is about 40.

message 46: by [deleted user] (new)

Name: Joey Pruett

Gender: Male

Age: 22

Species: Werwolf

Human appearance:http:

Wolf appearance:http: //

Dressing Style: http://davidreevesbespoke.files.wordp...

Personality: Joey is defiantly one of those people that loves everyone, well almost everyone. He is a kind person that is a little bit of a underdog because he stops bullying an helps anyone that is or was bullied. When he was little his parents put him in many groups hopping he would be social and in return he became popular,loyal and happy most times.

History: Joeys parents love him truly. They helped him a lot by putting him in many groups an schools. But he didn't get 1 thing. Why would he move a lot when his parents wanted him to be social. Well little did he know , he and his parents wet being hunted by vampires. They finally killed his parents and he was out raged. He moved to the city he lives in now and got more werewolves on his side. He then went faced the vampires and killed them. He stays with the group forever enterinaly grateful for their help.


Mom- Dead
Dad- dead
Brother- Open

Sexual Preference: Straight

Open?: Open

message 47: by [deleted user] (new)

First Name
Cale - The name Cale is of Hebrew and Arabic origin. It is the short form of Caleb. It means bold, brave and faithful.
Middle Name
Arthur- The name of a legendary English King. The name is of British origin and means noble, bear or rock.
Last Name

Species: Water Elemental

Current age


Date of Birth
13th September

Appearance He has green eyes and light messy brown hair. He is 6ft 4

He does not care about anyone expect his sisters. He loves to make others miserable. He is very flirty and very charming when he wants to be. He is also very ruthless and doesn't care who he hurts to get what he wants. His only show of kindness is to someone he really loves but he doesn't love anyone. He views love as an unnecessary weakness. Cale is also very manipulative and cold due to his parents. If you can break through the barriers he has built up you will see the real Cale. The one who will go to any lengths for those he loves.

He grew up being loved and cherished. He was always the golden boy in his parents eyes. The one who could do no wrong. He got good grades in all his classes but when he was 18 he came out the closet and was pushed to one side and neglected. He then moved out of his parents house taking his little sisters with him.

Mother: Janette.
Sister: Annetta
Sister: Elaina
Hurting people
Italian Food
His parents
Bright colours

Very good with a sword

message 48: by [deleted user] (last edited Oct 09, 2013 02:25PM) (new)

First Name: Elias
Middle Name(optional):James
Last Name:Smith
Age:19, almost twenty
Gender: Male
Species: Wolf Shifter

Dressing Style:

Powers: Werewolf stuff
He is soft spoken and timid, not liking to be the center of attention. Once you get to know him he can be silly and smart, but still a little shy. He doesn't like talking about sad things, so tries to keep the mood happy. When he gets mad he chooses to walk away and stew, but holds grudges for a long time.

Mom: Eliana Louise Smith
Dad: Micheale Jasper Smith
Sister:(older) Amber Jasmine Smith

He grew up in a wealthy werewolf family and had everything he ever wanted. He went to a good school and excelled at sports and math, had good friends and loved his life. He has always been kind of quite, not someone you would remember easily. He was a good student, and did as he was told. Loyal, nice, giving. And overall good kid. But his parents found out he was gay when he was sixteen and kicked him out, disowning him completely. His sister took him in, taking care of him and excepting him. He became really close to her and didn't talk to very many other people. He tries to be that guy you forget about, the shadow.

Other Info: He is gay and loves sports. Had to hide his powers at his school, but has stopped hiding them since.

((Will add images later.))

message 49: by Isis (new)

Isis First Name: Dravik

Middle Name: James

Last Name: Reynolds

Nickname: He goes by Vik, usually never mentioning his full name.

Age: 23

Gender: Male

Sexual Preference: Homosexual. He has never once in his life liked a woman or pretended he has.

Species: He’s not entirely sure what he is, he just knows that he isn’t human.


Dressing Style:

Powers: Vik can sometimes alter someone’s feelings, but it takes a lot of energy out of him and he has to take the emotion they previously had from them. In other words, he’s not very good at it and he doesn’t like to do it because it usually puts him in a bad mood. He can also manipulate the wind and basically speak to it or send messages through it.

Personality: Vik is an extremely strong man who often seems cold and unforgiving at first glance, but with the second glance he looks like the wise protector. He is much, but he would risk his life for anyone and his mind is far beyond his small 23 years. He is like a sponge that can absorb just about any knowledge that is thrown at him and he will use it all to his advantage. He has an answer for just about anything and he knows how to solve any problem that is put into his way. Of course, his mind often gets him into trouble with himself as well.
He tends to think too much about the simplest things to try and find out meaning behind it, or he tries to solve things that probably could have worked themselves out without interference. In this way he often stumbles over himself and causes problems for himself, but he doesn’t show it. Even when he makes a mistake he fixes it and then moves on like it never happened. It is a bit of a pride thing, but it has more to do with the fact that he cannot be a failure to himself or he will be a failure to everyone else.
He doesn’t like to be looked down upon because it so rarely happens and he craves the opportunity to help others because they trust him. He is the like the strong, smart older brother despite the fact that he doesn’t even have any younger sibling and his older brother is a complete moron.

Family: She does not have any real family that she knows of. The closest she had was a foster mother.
Mother: Sophia Reynolds (diseased)
Father: Allen Reynolds (diseased)
Brother: Louis Reynolds

History: Vik has never tried to hide who he is. He has know he is gay since he was in elementary school and he bragged about it proudly despite the fact that it got him bullied and outcast from his family.
His family never liked the fact that he was gay and they showed it by ignoring him and favoring his older brother Louis who seemed to do no wrong, despite all the wrong he did. Eventually Louis was put into jail for rape and murder after a long life of doing drugs and failing at everything he tried. Meanwhile, Vik was still the poster child for perfect grades, a simple and meaningful life, and helping others.
A year after Louis was put into jail, when Vik was 21, he was sentenced to death and put into the electric chair, but no one even told Vik. Three months later his mother killed herself because of losing her only son, at least as far as she was concerned. Again, Vik was not informed. About a year after that his father ended up killing himself too because he felt he had no family left and he was overridden with guilt. This time Vik was informed and he was informed about it all. He had a hard time feeling bad but he got all the arrangements made and that was the end of his family.
He now lives alone and spends his life trying to help people and do the right thing.

Other Info: He’s going to medical school.

message 50: by [deleted user] (last edited Oct 17, 2013 12:42PM) (new)

Name: Elaina Fontaine
Nickname: El, Laina
Age: 3
Appearance: She has blonde curly hair and purple eyes. She stands at less than a metre tall and her body is very thin. She is small for her age.
Dress Style: She wears mainly pink. If it's pink she wears it but she mainly wears dresses. She also dresses up as her favourite Disney character.
Personality: Elaina is very friendly and inquisitive. She is always getting herself into some sort of trouble. She makes friends easily but isn't close to anyone apart from her sibling's. She is scared of most adults. She is very short tempered and will throw a tantrum if she doesn't get her own way.
History: She never really knew her parents as a few months after she was born, her brother took her and her sister and moved out. She views her brother as a father figure. She doesn't leave her house much. She used to have a friend that lived next door to her but they moved. When she was 2 her brother brought her a pet puppy.
Pierre Fontaine
Janette Fontaine
Cale Fontaine
Annetta Fontaine
Her puppy
Disney Princesses
Fairy tales
scary things

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