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“Dying is easy, peaceful even. Living is the hard part."
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{First Name} Linkyn
{Middle Name} Sophia
{Last Name} Deveraux
{Nick Name (Optional)} Link
{Gender} Female
{Sexuality} Heterosexual
{Age} 20
{Birthday} November First
{Powers} Has the ability to overhear conversations and thoughts of shifters and werewolves when they are in their animal forms. It is a well kept secret of the casters and often use it to their advantage.
{Element} Was born on a rare night of Samhain when a coment was passing over the Earth which gave her the ability to control all Five. (Water, Fire, Earth, Air and Spirit). She uses all of these abilities for good and bad. If you ever have to go up against her, run.
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{Appearance}
(view spoiler)
{Hair Color} Dark Brown
{Eye Color} Green/Gold Color (view spoiler)
{Height} Five foot two
{Weight}102.5 lbs
{General Style}(view spoiler)
{Distinguished Markings (If any)}(view spoiler)
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"The sound of crushing metal and shattering glass filled my ears, then all was silent..."
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{Personality}
Attitude should be Linkyn's middle name. She has such a gift for sarcasm and wit that most people mistake her joking with her being a bitch. She is quick witted and doesn't tend to use her filter (That is, if she has one) She doesn't put up with people crap and if she doesn't like you, you'll know.
{History}
Linkyn was born to Evelyn and Sebastian Deveraoux 20 years ago on November First, the night of Samhain. That night a comment filled the sky, giving her the power of all five elements (Water, Fire, Earth, air and Spirt) along with the ability to over hear thoughts and get into the heads of werewolves and Shifters. Her coven kept her special ability to themselves and used it to their advantage, using her as a little spy.
Linkyn had a somewhat normal childhood. Well as normal as being born as a spell caster could be. Instead of playing video games or playing with dolls after school when she was a kid, she would go into the spell room and practice using her magic with her mom and twin sister. Even though she wasn't a normal kid, she found rare moments to do 'normal' things, like climb trees and swim in the pool.
Linkyn was recently in a horrible car crash with her best friend, Abbey. She was fleeing her home and Darkened Hollow when her parents informed her that she was expected to marry the Werewolf Beta. It appeared that they had been engaged since they were six years old and they were both just being told of the alliance. Linkyn was driving her BMW up a curvy mountain pass in the poring rain. She didn't see the black car through the rain till it was too late. They were in a head on collusion and Linkyn was pushed off the narrow road and down the mountain. The initial collusion snapped her Abbey's neck, killing her on impact. The car flipped multiple times, causing Linkyn to smash her head on her window, making her loose consciousness. The car stopped rolling when it got caught by a thick group of trees. The windshield was shattered, and a large piece of it was lodged in Linkyn's abdomen. Her nose and ears where bleeding, a sure sign of head trauma. Linkyn woke long enough to hear the siren's of the ambulance and feel the rain drops on her bloody face. Linkyn's heart stopped twice before she got to the hospital and another time while in surgery, she was technically dead for 2 minutes before she was revived. Linkyn now sits in the hospital in a coma.
{Family}
-Father….Sebastian Deveraux (view spoiler)
-Mother…. Evelyn Deveraux (view spoiler)
-Twin Sister….Acelyn Deveraux
-Best Friend…Abbey Mason…Deceased (view spoiler)
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I wasn't crying because I knew i was dying. I cried because I knew that she was already gone...
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{Crush}
{Relationship status}
{Vehicle or Transportation} (view spoiler)
{Other}
{First Name} Claire{Middle Name} Fae
{Last Name} Norfield
{Gender} Female
{Sexuality} Heterosexual
{Age} 19
{Birthday} 26th December, 3:40 pm
{Powers} Offensive
Claire can manipulate the pressure of the air, and if she isn't careful, could crush a person with the flick of her hand. She can also affect the elements in the air at a molecular level, in other words, taking nitrogen, oxygen or any other element from the air at will, in a designated area. As a general use, Claire can send powerful gusts of wind in any direction.
{Element} Air
{Appearance}
(view spoiler)
{Hair Color} A golden blonde that falls in loose waves to her lower back.
{Eye Color} An intense hazel, deep brown circling out from the pupil and ending in a lovely shade of aqua. (view spoiler)
{Height} 5"6
{Weight} 118 lbs
{General Style} Claire dresses to her own satisfaction, that is for sure. She will rarely wear jeans, preferring the silky comfort of skirts, dresses, shorts and leggings.
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{Distinguished Markings} (view spoiler)
{Personality}
Claire's delicate beauty completely masks the underlying aura of danger. Her elfen looks and wide eyes betray the hidden rebel, which she often uses to her advantage. Claire has no qualms about playing dirty, or using every advantage she has to get what she wants. Some call her corrupted- others would label her insanely clever. She likes to think of herself as both. However fraudulent she may be, Claire is as selfless as a human can get. Her rebelliousness masks it, though she would give her life to save someone she loves. Playful and careless, Claire can convince anyone to bend to her will. Whether it is with a bat of her eye lashes or a persuasive tale, she can persuade anyone to do her bidding. The only person who has some minor control over Claire's wild side is her friend and leader, Acelyn.
{History}
Claire was the first spellcaster born into her family. Her mother and father were enraptured by the red-haired beauty that was their own flesh, and loved her with every inch of their hearts. When Claire's little sister came along, it was she that captured the love of the whole coven. Yes, they were that type of family you would see on holiday magazines. Perfect. At least until the day everything was torn apart in seconds.
It was during the winter, and the mountainous lands were thick with powdered snow. Claire's mother had been travelling into town when something or someone crossed in front of her car. It spinned a few times, then flattened against a tree. The whole front of the car was crushed, but the gauge marks similar to that of claws was somehow overlooked. She had died on impact, and her death had been swift which was comforting in the slightest to Claire.
In the year that passed, her father became no less than a statue. Each day he remained in his office, not eating, not thinking. Claire at one point slapped him and tried to arouse him from his bottomless pit of depression but it never worked. She became reckless and careless, only possessing some form of self control when she was around her sister. Everything became pointless for Claire, but at least she didn't have to be around the trainwreck of a person she had to call her father.
{Family}
Mother...
Father...Daniel Norfield
Sister...Celine Norfield
{Crush}
{Relationship status} Single
{Vehicle or Transportation} Honda Motorcycle (view spoiler)
WIP{First Name} Caiaphas
{Middle Name} Hairani
{Last Name} Kyrethi
{Nick Name (Optional)} Kai
{Gender} Male
{Sexuality} Straight
{Age} Appears 18
{Birthday} 29/06
{Powers} Offensive
{Element} Fire
{Appearance} http://rollingbosstone.files.wordpres... http://rack.0.mshcdn.com/media/ZgkyMD...
{Hair Color} Black
{Eye Color} Dark Green
{Height} 6'2"
{Weight} 150 pounds
{General Style} Casual, practical clothes.
{Distinguished Markings (If any)}
{Personality} 5+ Sentences
{History} 8+ Sentences
{Family}
{Crush} Ask person first None
{Relationship status} Single
{Vehicle or Transportation} He walks. Or runs. (He can do 100m in 11.5)
{Other}
{First Name} Oliver{Middle Name} Dale
{Last Name} Heathridge
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{Gender} Male
{Sexuality} Heterosexual
{Age} 22
{Birthday} October 8th
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{Power} Offensive
Oliver has the ability to manipulate objects to do as he needs and to create fire in his own hand.
{Element} Fire
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{Appearance}
{Hair Color} Brown
{Eye Color} Brown
{Height} 6'0
{Weight} 171lbs
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{General Style}
(view spoiler)
{Personality}
Oliver is the embodiment of the awkward teenager. He might as well be Michael Cera. Of course that doesn't mean he's not fun to kick it with. Or at least that's what he says. To Oliver, being the awkward clumsy guy sucks, so he's never really enjoyed life that much. He's been bullied because of much he screws up because of his clumsiness. Despite being bullied, Oliver has a great sense of sarcastic humor, and is honestly delightful to be around.
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{History}
Oliver is a rare case of "supernatural yet perfectly normal life despite some lessons in magic" syndrome. Other than a few bullying spells, Oliver has had a perfectly happy and normal home life. Well as normal as living in a home full of spell casters can be, but it's average. Unlike the rest of town, Oliver has no sob story about how he lost everything, no great quest to prove himself worthy of something, no immense almost impossible goals. And it leaves Oliver feeling a bit... Empty. Sometimes you need something to be wrong, you know? So Oliver just does whatever he wants. He still hangs at his parents' house while he gathers up the money to move out. He doesn't practice spell casting that often because mostly, Oliver is trying to cut ties with Darkened Hollow and move on. He wants a fresh start and a chance at being normal.
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{Family}
Chloe Heathridge~Mother
Arnold Heathridge~Father
Rebecca Heathridge~Younger sister
{Crush} None
{Relationship status} Single
{Vehicle or Transportation}
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{Other}
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{First Name} Rowan
{Middle Name} Malifica
{Last Name} Leronx
{Nick Name (Optional)} Row -only her little brother is permitted to call her this.
{Gender} Female
{Sexuality} Heterosexual
{Age} 18
{Birthday} December 31, 1995
{Powers} Rowan has the ability to literally make your blood boil. She can manipulate the molecular level of the atoms in any living/non-living organism to the point of combustion. When she was little, she incidentally gave a rude little boy a brain anuerysm after he pushed her on the ground. It was psychologically traumatizing for Rowan, having to stare at a little boy laying still in his own pool of blood and having no inkling as to how. The scary part was how she felt no hint of remorse afterward.
{Element} Rowan has an affinity for Water
{Appearance}
{Hair Color} Chesnut Brown with natural gold-tint highlights. Her hair is usually worn up in a ponytail or down and messy. She loathes having to tame it so she leaves it be.
{Eye Color} Hazel with a very prominent green/gold tint.
{Height} 5'8
{Weight} 117
{General Style} Rowan isn't very girly and has never had knack for fashion. Her go-to outfit consists of jeans,a T-shirt, and her torn up Steve Madden boots. (view spoiler)
{Distinguished Markings (If any)} She has a tattoo of a little feather near the nape of her neck, behind her ear.
{Personality} Rowan does not harness a gentle character whatsoever and considering what she's had to put up with for most of her life, it's fairly justified. She's always been a headstrong person and relies on her gut more often than most. Rowan is quite easily nettled and has a problem with letting her emotions take over her mouth. She has sharp, sarcastic tounge that,at times, has complete mind of its own. Rowan's not one to sugar coat and isn't afraid to bluntly tell you something that you need to hear. She'll be the first person to call you out on your bullshit and unlike her brother, doesn't realize when her mouth should best be kept closed. Rowan's had the burden of not only taking care of herself but also her little brother so naturally has an independent nature and practically welcomes the sweet silence of being alone. It's difficult for her to get close to people unless she needs them for her own personal whims. She doesn't really have the patience for much else except for making sure that her and Elijah lead a relatively mundane life. What ever that is.
Her relationship with Elijah is far from simplistic. Of course they have the usual brotherly-sisterly altercations but they also have this mental/subconcious link to one another. It basically allows them to feel each other's emotions,presence and present condition. It's quite suffocating and most of the time, they block each other out. However, it has allowed them to remain close in a sense. It's literally impossible for them harbor any secrets from one another.
{History} For as long as she could remember, Rowan's always followed the motto "trust no one". The only family she's aware that she has is her little brother Eli and frankly, that's all she believes she needs. Rowan and her brother were both orphans, deserted and derelict upon the front steps of a run down residence. She was only about four years old and Eli was still just a baby. It was occupied by ex-bar owner and notorious drunk,Bill Caufner and his wife/property, Lily Caufner. They found Rowan and Eli on their porch in two baskets which also contained birth certificates,with no reference to the parents,and full accessibility to their trust funds. So of course, they kept Eli and Rowan only out of the kindness of their hearts. Sarcasm obviously intended.
For fourteen years, she and her brother were kept prisoner in the definition of a complete shithole. Every single night, she had to endure the wrath of her alcohol induced guardian and wanting nothing more than to blow his brains out after she discovered what she was able to do. Rowan was only about eleven and it was one of those days where she able to step foot outside the house. She'd always felt as if she was different from everyone else and never could figure out where this feeling was stemming from. She'd been sitting on top of a swing at a nearby playground watching all of the children frenetically run around as if they were at Disneyland. It put her at ease, knowing there was a world out there where she and her brother could have the slightest chance at happiness. There was always this one little boy, Franklin (or Frankenstein as the other little kids referred to him), that kind of ruined her picturesque mirage. He was about her age, around twelve, and was the infamous, cliché bully in near ancient playing field. Franklin's main hobby was to provoke her and to make it apparent to every kid there that she was "a little freak with no friends". She'd grown use to it, he was just like every other kid who neglected her. He just had enough balls to say what they were all thinking. This particular day however, he went too far.
It started off with the usual verbal attacks but then he started incessantly questioning her about her family life. It was sensitive topic that never failed to breach her practically impenetrable exterior. Rowan doesn't remember much of what he said, only the absolute rage that stirred inside her and the next minute, Franklin was seizing and bleeding from his eyes,ears, nose...everywhere. No child ever came back to that playground after what had happened. Some say it was a random brain aneurysm but most believed she had something to do with it, considering Row had been the only one speaking to him and she was the only kid who hadn't burst into tears....even worse, she'd been smiling.
Rowan didn't believe she had anything to do with it either until it happened again almost two weeks later with her other guardian, Lily Caufer. It didn't take her long to connect the dots and it started to happen more frequently. She didn't make anyone's brain implode necessarily but every time she was even the slightest bit irritated, the person causing it either seized or had the pleasure of enduring a kick-ass migraine for a few days. When Rowan turned sixteen, she took it upon herself to get emancipated and being the legal guardian of her little brother. Bill was on his deathbed in a pool of liquor and she couldn't wait another two years their freedom. Since then, they've been on their own; living off what was left of their trust fund, which wasn't much and Rowan working various jobs to compensate. It wasn't her ideal taste of happiness but at least it's some normal in their situation that is definitely quite abnormal.
{Family}
Mother: Unknown
Father: Unknown
Guardian: Lily Caufner - Deceased
Ex-Guardian: Bill Caufner
Brother: Elijah Leronx
{Crush}
{Relationship status} Single
{Vehicle or Transportation} Vintage motorbike that she keeps in fairly pristine condition. (view spoiler)
{Other} She suffers from atomic seizures. They cause more indirect damage than direct. She also is very proficient in martial arts which aids her when controlling her element.
{Middle Name} Malifica
{Last Name} Leronx
{Nick Name (Optional)} Row -only her little brother is permitted to call her this.
{Gender} Female
{Sexuality} Heterosexual
{Age} 18
{Birthday} December 31, 1995
{Powers} Rowan has the ability to literally make your blood boil. She can manipulate the molecular level of the atoms in any living/non-living organism to the point of combustion. When she was little, she incidentally gave a rude little boy a brain anuerysm after he pushed her on the ground. It was psychologically traumatizing for Rowan, having to stare at a little boy laying still in his own pool of blood and having no inkling as to how. The scary part was how she felt no hint of remorse afterward.
{Element} Rowan has an affinity for Water
{Appearance}
{Hair Color} Chesnut Brown with natural gold-tint highlights. Her hair is usually worn up in a ponytail or down and messy. She loathes having to tame it so she leaves it be.
{Eye Color} Hazel with a very prominent green/gold tint.
{Height} 5'8
{Weight} 117
{General Style} Rowan isn't very girly and has never had knack for fashion. Her go-to outfit consists of jeans,a T-shirt, and her torn up Steve Madden boots. (view spoiler)
{Distinguished Markings (If any)} She has a tattoo of a little feather near the nape of her neck, behind her ear.
{Personality} Rowan does not harness a gentle character whatsoever and considering what she's had to put up with for most of her life, it's fairly justified. She's always been a headstrong person and relies on her gut more often than most. Rowan is quite easily nettled and has a problem with letting her emotions take over her mouth. She has sharp, sarcastic tounge that,at times, has complete mind of its own. Rowan's not one to sugar coat and isn't afraid to bluntly tell you something that you need to hear. She'll be the first person to call you out on your bullshit and unlike her brother, doesn't realize when her mouth should best be kept closed. Rowan's had the burden of not only taking care of herself but also her little brother so naturally has an independent nature and practically welcomes the sweet silence of being alone. It's difficult for her to get close to people unless she needs them for her own personal whims. She doesn't really have the patience for much else except for making sure that her and Elijah lead a relatively mundane life. What ever that is.
Her relationship with Elijah is far from simplistic. Of course they have the usual brotherly-sisterly altercations but they also have this mental/subconcious link to one another. It basically allows them to feel each other's emotions,presence and present condition. It's quite suffocating and most of the time, they block each other out. However, it has allowed them to remain close in a sense. It's literally impossible for them harbor any secrets from one another.
{History} For as long as she could remember, Rowan's always followed the motto "trust no one". The only family she's aware that she has is her little brother Eli and frankly, that's all she believes she needs. Rowan and her brother were both orphans, deserted and derelict upon the front steps of a run down residence. She was only about four years old and Eli was still just a baby. It was occupied by ex-bar owner and notorious drunk,Bill Caufner and his wife/property, Lily Caufner. They found Rowan and Eli on their porch in two baskets which also contained birth certificates,with no reference to the parents,and full accessibility to their trust funds. So of course, they kept Eli and Rowan only out of the kindness of their hearts. Sarcasm obviously intended.
For fourteen years, she and her brother were kept prisoner in the definition of a complete shithole. Every single night, she had to endure the wrath of her alcohol induced guardian and wanting nothing more than to blow his brains out after she discovered what she was able to do. Rowan was only about eleven and it was one of those days where she able to step foot outside the house. She'd always felt as if she was different from everyone else and never could figure out where this feeling was stemming from. She'd been sitting on top of a swing at a nearby playground watching all of the children frenetically run around as if they were at Disneyland. It put her at ease, knowing there was a world out there where she and her brother could have the slightest chance at happiness. There was always this one little boy, Franklin (or Frankenstein as the other little kids referred to him), that kind of ruined her picturesque mirage. He was about her age, around twelve, and was the infamous, cliché bully in near ancient playing field. Franklin's main hobby was to provoke her and to make it apparent to every kid there that she was "a little freak with no friends". She'd grown use to it, he was just like every other kid who neglected her. He just had enough balls to say what they were all thinking. This particular day however, he went too far.
It started off with the usual verbal attacks but then he started incessantly questioning her about her family life. It was sensitive topic that never failed to breach her practically impenetrable exterior. Rowan doesn't remember much of what he said, only the absolute rage that stirred inside her and the next minute, Franklin was seizing and bleeding from his eyes,ears, nose...everywhere. No child ever came back to that playground after what had happened. Some say it was a random brain aneurysm but most believed she had something to do with it, considering Row had been the only one speaking to him and she was the only kid who hadn't burst into tears....even worse, she'd been smiling.
Rowan didn't believe she had anything to do with it either until it happened again almost two weeks later with her other guardian, Lily Caufer. It didn't take her long to connect the dots and it started to happen more frequently. She didn't make anyone's brain implode necessarily but every time she was even the slightest bit irritated, the person causing it either seized or had the pleasure of enduring a kick-ass migraine for a few days. When Rowan turned sixteen, she took it upon herself to get emancipated and being the legal guardian of her little brother. Bill was on his deathbed in a pool of liquor and she couldn't wait another two years their freedom. Since then, they've been on their own; living off what was left of their trust fund, which wasn't much and Rowan working various jobs to compensate. It wasn't her ideal taste of happiness but at least it's some normal in their situation that is definitely quite abnormal.
{Family}
Mother: Unknown
Father: Unknown
Guardian: Lily Caufner - Deceased
Ex-Guardian: Bill Caufner
Brother: Elijah Leronx
{Crush}
{Relationship status} Single
{Vehicle or Transportation} Vintage motorbike that she keeps in fairly pristine condition. (view spoiler)
{Other} She suffers from atomic seizures. They cause more indirect damage than direct. She also is very proficient in martial arts which aids her when controlling her element.
{First Name} Elijah
{Middle Name} Alexander
{Last Name} Leronx
{Nick Name} Eli
{Gender} Male.
{Sexuality} Eli doesn't like to label things. He's never actually shown must interest in girls. Frankly, he's just never had the patience for them.
{Age} 14
{Birthday} October 31, 1999 - 12:00am
{Powers} (Defensive) Elijah has the power of resurrection. It's a rare gift which has caused him to have little to no understanding of it; not that he has shown any desire to learn about his gift. He seldom uses it and when he does, it's on little plants he finds here and there or small animals. There was one incident in which he tried it on a human being and he's never done it since. An aspect of his gift that he isn't aware of yet is the manipulation of people he brings back. He's then able to control and compel them mentally and physically however, acting on this ability takes quite a dark toll.
{Element} Eli has an affinity for spirit. (Is that ok?) He doesn't know the full extent of his element and he's never tried to figure it out.
{Appearance}
{Hair Color} His hair is a bistre brown, nearly black in a certain lighting.
{Eye Color} An icy,almost uncomfortable blue.
{Height} 5'6
{Weight} 110
{General Style} If Eli couldn't care less for anything, it'd be clothes. He's the type of guy to where the same shirt three days in a row. You'll usually find him in a black t-shirt, blue jeans, and a black band around his wrist.
{Distinguished Markings (If any)} None.
{Personality} Eli has always been one to keep to himself but as he gets older, he's become more and more secluded. He's nearly mute and only speaks if he feels he should..which is basically never with the exception of his sister. But even then, he rarely ever says more than five words. Although reclusive, Eli is probably the most intelligent fourteen year old one will come across. Because he ever opens his mouth, he's found quite a knack for listening and observing. He never fails to pick up on the little nuances that people so easily miss. Elijah's definitely not like other teenage boys at his age; immature, naive, incessantly horny. Instead of playing video games, you will probably find him laying on his bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.
Eli may seem completely impassive and indifferent, but he's actually quite the opposite. He'd probably be the first person to be of aid if anyone needed it. However, if you thank him, don't be expecting any humbled reply.
{History} Elijah's life has always been a web of complications and questions. He's always known,deep inside, there was something..off about him but he'd always brushed it off as some identity-crisis type of feeling. Although, he has always struggled with trying to figure out who he really is, where he came from and why he is the way he is. Eli's life had been dropped in the hands of a stranger since he was a baby and his older sister's memory of the whole occasion is just one massive blur. Growing up in a sheltered environment wasn't something that Eli minded much but whenever he did manage to sneak out, he found himself drawn to odd places...near graveyards or abandoned homes..places that seemed void but to Eli,still felt occupied.
He'd only ever had one friend, or close to what he would call one: Zade, is what he called himself. He never gave him a last name, explained where he came from, if he had any family and Eli never bothered to ask. They met when Eli had just turned ten, in the graveyard that he always seemed to end up at. They never verbally interacted much but just seemed to have this almost silent understanding amongst each other. It was peculiar but..nice to have someone other than his sister to be around.
It became this unspoken routine: on Wednesday, every midnight, they met up at the same graveyard at the same headstone that read " Rick Masterson " . It went on for a few weeks, until Zade, for some reason, never seemed to show up anymore. Eli hadn't thought much of it until it'd been nearly two weeks since he'd seen him. He wasn't expecting any thorough explanation, he barely even knew the guy but still..it left him uneasy, and he would soon come to know why. Almost four weeks since he had last been to the graveyard, he felt the same stirring in the pit of his stomach that practically dragged him out into the eerie stillness of the cemetery. Eli had arrived at the same headstone he was usually at but he noticed something. There was a second headstone, one that he knew had not been there before. Underneath all the graffiti and vulgar vandalism that had been done to it, he could barely make out the name..but he knew what it said: " In Our Memories: Richard Zade Masterson ". Zade. Eli knew it couldn't have just been a coincidence. Charleston, Utah was a small, fairly barren town and Zade wasn't a very common name. There wasn't a single flower in front of his gravestone and judging from the graphic defacing, Eli assumed Zade was just as alone as he was. Elijah wasn't religious or anything, as far as he knew, the essence of God or any higher diety was non-exsistent; but Zade, no matter who he was, should be remembered. He remembered a cold chill sweep over him, cascading all around like a blanket as he put his hand over Zade's headstone, shutting his eyes. Eli wasn't sure if he was praying or not but at that moment an nauseating stirring formed in the pit of his stomach. It was the one he always felt when he was out here but this time, it was stronger, practically pounding inside his gut...and he let it. There was a shifting coming from underneath the deadened weeds around him and he couldn't understand why he wasn't frightened or startled in the slightest. It was almost an outer-body experience; he knew what was happening but felt the need to do nothing about it. His entrancement was shattered, however, when he saw a hand slowly (or what looked to be hand), protruding from the ground. The flesh had almost completely decayed and the entire hand was grotesquely mangled. Eli did the only thing he deemed practical at the moment: he ran. And didn't dare look back.
{Family}
Mother: Unknown
Father: Unknown
Guardian: Lily Caufner - Deceased
Ex-Guardian: Bill Caufner
Sister: Rowan Malifica Leronx
{Crush}
{Relationship status} Single
{Vehicle or Transportation} Of course, he's not legally licensed but he usually walks everywhere or takes his old bike.
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{Other} Eli sometimes goes days maybe even a week without waking up from his sleep. It's happened only a few times though.
{Middle Name} Alexander
{Last Name} Leronx
{Nick Name} Eli
{Gender} Male.
{Sexuality} Eli doesn't like to label things. He's never actually shown must interest in girls. Frankly, he's just never had the patience for them.
{Age} 14
{Birthday} October 31, 1999 - 12:00am
{Powers} (Defensive) Elijah has the power of resurrection. It's a rare gift which has caused him to have little to no understanding of it; not that he has shown any desire to learn about his gift. He seldom uses it and when he does, it's on little plants he finds here and there or small animals. There was one incident in which he tried it on a human being and he's never done it since. An aspect of his gift that he isn't aware of yet is the manipulation of people he brings back. He's then able to control and compel them mentally and physically however, acting on this ability takes quite a dark toll.
{Element} Eli has an affinity for spirit. (Is that ok?) He doesn't know the full extent of his element and he's never tried to figure it out.
{Appearance}
{Hair Color} His hair is a bistre brown, nearly black in a certain lighting.
{Eye Color} An icy,almost uncomfortable blue.
{Height} 5'6
{Weight} 110
{General Style} If Eli couldn't care less for anything, it'd be clothes. He's the type of guy to where the same shirt three days in a row. You'll usually find him in a black t-shirt, blue jeans, and a black band around his wrist.
{Distinguished Markings (If any)} None.
{Personality} Eli has always been one to keep to himself but as he gets older, he's become more and more secluded. He's nearly mute and only speaks if he feels he should..which is basically never with the exception of his sister. But even then, he rarely ever says more than five words. Although reclusive, Eli is probably the most intelligent fourteen year old one will come across. Because he ever opens his mouth, he's found quite a knack for listening and observing. He never fails to pick up on the little nuances that people so easily miss. Elijah's definitely not like other teenage boys at his age; immature, naive, incessantly horny. Instead of playing video games, you will probably find him laying on his bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.
Eli may seem completely impassive and indifferent, but he's actually quite the opposite. He'd probably be the first person to be of aid if anyone needed it. However, if you thank him, don't be expecting any humbled reply.
{History} Elijah's life has always been a web of complications and questions. He's always known,deep inside, there was something..off about him but he'd always brushed it off as some identity-crisis type of feeling. Although, he has always struggled with trying to figure out who he really is, where he came from and why he is the way he is. Eli's life had been dropped in the hands of a stranger since he was a baby and his older sister's memory of the whole occasion is just one massive blur. Growing up in a sheltered environment wasn't something that Eli minded much but whenever he did manage to sneak out, he found himself drawn to odd places...near graveyards or abandoned homes..places that seemed void but to Eli,still felt occupied.
He'd only ever had one friend, or close to what he would call one: Zade, is what he called himself. He never gave him a last name, explained where he came from, if he had any family and Eli never bothered to ask. They met when Eli had just turned ten, in the graveyard that he always seemed to end up at. They never verbally interacted much but just seemed to have this almost silent understanding amongst each other. It was peculiar but..nice to have someone other than his sister to be around.
It became this unspoken routine: on Wednesday, every midnight, they met up at the same graveyard at the same headstone that read " Rick Masterson " . It went on for a few weeks, until Zade, for some reason, never seemed to show up anymore. Eli hadn't thought much of it until it'd been nearly two weeks since he'd seen him. He wasn't expecting any thorough explanation, he barely even knew the guy but still..it left him uneasy, and he would soon come to know why. Almost four weeks since he had last been to the graveyard, he felt the same stirring in the pit of his stomach that practically dragged him out into the eerie stillness of the cemetery. Eli had arrived at the same headstone he was usually at but he noticed something. There was a second headstone, one that he knew had not been there before. Underneath all the graffiti and vulgar vandalism that had been done to it, he could barely make out the name..but he knew what it said: " In Our Memories: Richard Zade Masterson ". Zade. Eli knew it couldn't have just been a coincidence. Charleston, Utah was a small, fairly barren town and Zade wasn't a very common name. There wasn't a single flower in front of his gravestone and judging from the graphic defacing, Eli assumed Zade was just as alone as he was. Elijah wasn't religious or anything, as far as he knew, the essence of God or any higher diety was non-exsistent; but Zade, no matter who he was, should be remembered. He remembered a cold chill sweep over him, cascading all around like a blanket as he put his hand over Zade's headstone, shutting his eyes. Eli wasn't sure if he was praying or not but at that moment an nauseating stirring formed in the pit of his stomach. It was the one he always felt when he was out here but this time, it was stronger, practically pounding inside his gut...and he let it. There was a shifting coming from underneath the deadened weeds around him and he couldn't understand why he wasn't frightened or startled in the slightest. It was almost an outer-body experience; he knew what was happening but felt the need to do nothing about it. His entrancement was shattered, however, when he saw a hand slowly (or what looked to be hand), protruding from the ground. The flesh had almost completely decayed and the entire hand was grotesquely mangled. Eli did the only thing he deemed practical at the moment: he ran. And didn't dare look back.
{Family}
Mother: Unknown
Father: Unknown
Guardian: Lily Caufner - Deceased
Ex-Guardian: Bill Caufner
Sister: Rowan Malifica Leronx
{Crush}
{Relationship status} Single
{Vehicle or Transportation} Of course, he's not legally licensed but he usually walks everywhere or takes his old bike.
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{Other} Eli sometimes goes days maybe even a week without waking up from his sleep. It's happened only a few times though.
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⟹♬Pᴀʏ ᴍʏ ʀᴇsᴘᴇᴄᴛs ᴛᴏ ɢʀᴀᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴠɪʀᴛᴜᴇ
Sᴇɴᴅ ᴍʏ ᴄᴏɴᴅᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇs ᴛᴏ ɢᴏᴏᴅ
Gɪᴠᴇ ᴍʏ ʀᴇɢᴀʀᴅs ᴛᴏ sᴏᴜʟ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ
Tʜᴇʏ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴅɪᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇsᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ♬⟸
full nαmє: Raylene Knight
➟nícknαmє: She won't respond to anything but Ray
αgє: 23
⋙d.σ.в.: December 11th
plαcє σf вírth: New Orleans
⋙zσdíαc sígn: Sagittarius
gєndєr: Female
↳sєхuαlítч: Heterosexual
↳rєlαtíσnshíp stαtus: Single
spєcíєs: Spell Caster
»Powers Offensive: Raylene becomes stronger, fast, more durable, etc when she comes in contact with fire, possibly unlocking abilities related to the affinity and enhancing the existing powers. Ray can draw sustenance to slow or stop aging.
»Element Fire
αppєαrαncє:
⦕hαír: ⦖ Light brown
⦕єчєs:⦖ Blue
⦕wєíght: ⦖ 121 lbs
⦕hєíght:⦖ 5' 7"
⦕вlσσd tчpє:⦖ A -
⦕fαcє clαím::⦖ Karlie Kloss
CONTINUE BELOW
CONTINUE FROM ABOVE
⟹❝Nᴇᴠᴇʀ sʜᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴇᴀᴋ. Yᴏᴜ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ sᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴇ ʟᴏɴɢ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴡᴇɪɢʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏᴡɴ.❞⟸
⨳pєrsσnαlíтч:⨳
PrecociousRay is very intellectually mature even as a child, of course this trait seems runs in the family. She has always been quiet bold and cocky when she is right. And she generally believes she is always right. Though she is mentally mature, her behaviors can be childish.
SpiritedRay is known to be a very spirited girl as a child. Always a bundle of energy, determined to do what she liked. Though boredom in her childhood and in her teens have turned that energy into slight mischievousness with an artistic flare.
High spokenWhether it's bantering with her sibling or having a serious debate, Ray has always been the one to make sure she had final say. Her rebellious nature as a teen proved to be insufferable for her parents considering she always had a point to be made and an argument to win. Even when she didn't care much for the cause.
TrickyRay is a very tricky person with ambiguous motives for the things she does. She a wonder fashion sense in misleading people to assume things about her for her own benefit or amusement.
SociableRay has always knew how to play her cards right. And learned quickly that being an intellectual may get you many places but being a socially adaptive person gives you an upper hand. She knows the right words to say whether talking in a social business or political manner and even a simple cocktail party. Knowing a lot of people or having them think they know you extends favors and power plays.
TalentedRay is both musically trained in several instruments such as piano, violin, guitar and drums. She is also proficient in different forms of dance and fluid in kickboxing.
⌦fαtαl flαw:⌫ Ray tends to display erratic behavior that nearly borders unstable. She would inappropriately laugh about a person's tragic death or when someone is suffering without realizing why she is laughing. Ray is also highly neurotic. Stressing about useless and sometimes irrelevant things. She plans for things that haven't even happened.
»sтrєngth:
➸ Charm
➸ Unpredictable nature
➸ Determination
➸ Intelligence
»wєαknєss:
➸ Unstable
➸ Worries too much
➸ Cares about her family
➸ The need to be right about everything
⟹❝I ʜᴀᴛᴇ sᴜʀᴘʀɪsᴇs ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ. Sᴏ ᴜɴʟᴇss ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴀ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋᴇʏᴇ, ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴛʀʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sʜɪᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ.❞⟸
☬hístσrч: ☬
Raylene is the second born child of the Knight family. Though she was a precocious child, she was always overshadowed by her elder brother. He was the golden boy of their family. And she was more of the reckless and rebelliously outspoken child. She would always get in trouble for the misbehaving as a child, it only became worse when she became a teenager because she was now able to get away with things more. Her parents didn't quiet understand why she behaved the way she did when it was obvious she was smart young girl and her response was always the same. "There needs to be balance. You already have one perfect child, another would do no good, evolutionarily speaking." She would say with such a determined mischievous look in her eyes. Ray still continues to believe this warped concept of her.
Ray's parents seemed to split their times between getting Brennan (her eldest brother) to act his age and getting Ray to spot being nonsensical and hiding her maturity. But Ray always had plan or a reason for the way she behaved. And it always got her something in the end although it did help that she was a very intelligent and things came naturally to her. If she wanted to start learning something new, Ray would be completely absorbed into learning that thing until she was able to not only master it but teach it better than the teacher. And with her cocky personality, she enjoyed proving teachers wrong. Of course this would get her in trouble but it amused her greatly.
High school and middle school were a stage for Ray to display herself on. Her spirit and charm made her very popular among her peers. They tended to enjoy her public banters with school officials and how she got away with doing things. This only fueled Ray even more, and not in a good way. Ray began trying things for the sake of experiencing something new, from smoking, to drinking, and even drugs. She knew she was beginning to become out of control and if it wasn't for her parents, one day crashing a party she was act and grounding her for months, she wouldn't know if she would be able to stop it. Everything had seemed to become so overwhelming for her.
Those few months of being grounded, put Ray on detox. She was finally able to breath and was gaining control again. She no longer felt this consuming need to be worried or need to do things for the hell of it. She still remained, mischievous but premeditate things before committing. But one night, after pleading and arguing with her parents, she got her to a party. That night had become her regret and nightmare because she had been gone when her parents needed her most. Both of her parents had been slaughtered in their own home by vampires seeking to capture them.
☫fαmílч:☫
Rachel Knight [Dᴇᴄᴇᴀsᴇᴅ]
Fuller Knight [Dᴇᴄᴇᴀsᴇᴅ]
Brennan Knight [Aʟɪᴠᴇ]
Mod
Don't forget to request a rank and then add said rank to your character's profile :)
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http://faithsauerwein.wix.com/asteria2There is the finished project :) And I requested a healer rank.
{First Name} Vernon
{Middle Name} Lee
{Last Name} Bathke
{Nick Name (Optional)} Vern, Vernie
{Gender} Male/Masculine
{Sexuality} Straight
{Age} 19
{Birthday} October 20
{Powers} Defensive
{Element} Fire
{Appearance} (view spoiler)
{Hair Color} brown
{Eye Color} brown
{Height} 6'2"
{Weight} 179.2lbs
{General Style} (view spoiler)
{Distinguished Markings (If any)} a star shaped scar on the back of his right hand.
{Personality} Vern is a jokester, he absolutely loves to hear people laugh at his jokes. But underneath his jokesterness he is a serious guy who has a big heart, he loves animals of all kinds and would help any person who is in need. At times he can be angry and not want to be around anybody but that rarely ever happens to him. Other than that he is an amazing person that is very trustworthy and sweet.
{History} Well, when Vernon was born his parents disappeared into thin air, literally. No one ever saw them except for when his mother was rushed into the hospital and even then she was barely visible. He grew up on the streets learning about life himself, sometimes a kind person would take him in and let him stay the night and eat and get warmed up. When he turned sixteen he found a old beaten up pick up that he washed and uses as his transportation and his sleeping area. He first discovered he had powers when he turned sixteen, Vern hadn't known they were there because he had absolutely no reason to use them, and he hasn't found a reason yet.
{Family}
Mother--Delia Bathke(alive, but missing)
Father--Brody Bathke(alive, but missing)
{Crush} open for creation
{Relationship status} Single
{Vehicle or Transportation} (view spoiler)
{Other}
{Middle Name} Lee
{Last Name} Bathke
{Nick Name (Optional)} Vern, Vernie
{Gender} Male/Masculine
{Sexuality} Straight
{Age} 19
{Birthday} October 20
{Powers} Defensive
{Element} Fire
{Appearance} (view spoiler)
{Hair Color} brown
{Eye Color} brown
{Height} 6'2"
{Weight} 179.2lbs
{General Style} (view spoiler)
{Distinguished Markings (If any)} a star shaped scar on the back of his right hand.
{Personality} Vern is a jokester, he absolutely loves to hear people laugh at his jokes. But underneath his jokesterness he is a serious guy who has a big heart, he loves animals of all kinds and would help any person who is in need. At times he can be angry and not want to be around anybody but that rarely ever happens to him. Other than that he is an amazing person that is very trustworthy and sweet.
{History} Well, when Vernon was born his parents disappeared into thin air, literally. No one ever saw them except for when his mother was rushed into the hospital and even then she was barely visible. He grew up on the streets learning about life himself, sometimes a kind person would take him in and let him stay the night and eat and get warmed up. When he turned sixteen he found a old beaten up pick up that he washed and uses as his transportation and his sleeping area. He first discovered he had powers when he turned sixteen, Vern hadn't known they were there because he had absolutely no reason to use them, and he hasn't found a reason yet.
{Family}
Mother--Delia Bathke(alive, but missing)
Father--Brody Bathke(alive, but missing)
{Crush} open for creation
{Relationship status} Single
{Vehicle or Transportation} (view spoiler)
{Other}
NOTE: If you don't know how to Bold heres how: <.b>....<./b> (Don't put the period in it though!)
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Name: Jane
Last Name:Doe
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{First Name}
{Middle Name}
{Last Name}
{Nick Name (Optional)}
{Gender}
{Sexuality}
{Age}
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{Powers} Either offensive or defensive. NOT BOTH
{Element} Earth, air, water, fire (A special few can even have spirit) (NO ONE CAN HAVE MORE THAN ONE) (view spoiler)[ PLEASE NOTE: If you are wanting to create a special power or want to do something different with your character's powers, ask a MOD and we will consider it.
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{Appearance} *NO ANIME!!* Real people please!
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{Personality} 5+ Sentences
{History} 8+ Sentences
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{Crush} Ask person first
{Relationship status} Single, Girlfriend, Boyfriend or Mated
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