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Name: Marco Letaria
Nickname: Mar
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Species:

Powers:

Appearance:

Extras:

Personality:

History:

When _______ was four, she had manifested with her abilities. But, by the time she struck eleven. She had received a strange letter. A letter from the academy. Though, since she felt like she was some alien, she accepted to invitation and joined the school's society.

Considerably known to be one of the first at the academy, ________ seemed like she felt rather old. Like, she should have graduated. But, even though the school was never known to be a "normal" private school that _______ was use to, she acclimated very well.

Years at Celestial Academy: 5

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{Part I}




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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Species: Necromancer

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

• Left Eye

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

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




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


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

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

Morgue Anne Cadviere and Decay Hemmorage Graves.

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

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

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

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

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

But she snapped when he insulted her father.

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

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



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❝Papa, Papa, tell me more❞

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

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

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

[sucre'd fiend]

{Part IV}

These dolls were, of course, humans.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Or, at least they thought they did.

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

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

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

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

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



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

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❝It's Good to be Dead❞

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

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

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

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

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

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

Vermin.

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

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❝Arms and Legs❞

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

That was the last thing she needed.

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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❝Over the Love❞

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

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


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[MysticMemories]

Name: Laila Glimmer
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Species: Fairy
Powers:
~Can fly
~Can speak all languages (including talking to animals)
~Has some control over water and earth elements
~Is sometimes telepathic
Appearance:

She has long cascading blonde hair that is wavy. She has beautiful, bright blue eyes. She is 5ft 8in and is very skinnt.
Extras: She has wings
Personality:
~Charismatic
~Intelligent
~Sweet
~Loyal
~Mischievous
History:
Laila has always been a sweet and kind girl who is very charismatic. She has lots of powers, but she has very little control over them which causes her to get into trouble a lot. She is very loyal to her friends and will get in trouble in order to save her friends and family.
Years at Celestial Academy: 3
Occupation: Student

[[deleted user]]

Name: Justin Thompson
Age: 16
Gender: male
Species: werewolf
Powers: can read emotions has super hearing
Appearance: 6 foot short brown hair hazel eyes fit
Extras: scar on his back attack from another werewolf
Personality: short tempered at times trustworthy truthful and oblivious at times
History: Justin grew up at a safe house for werewolves until he was sixteen when he got his acceptance letter the safe house is also were he got the scar
Years at Celestial Academy: just got here
Occupation: student

[[deleted user]]

"Falling from the sky...it's something I can't explain...all I can remember was the feel of fear..regret..and not knowing what was going to happen to me..."

[Name] Raevyn Belle Hawthorne
{Pronunciation} Raevyn is pronounced as "Raven"
{Nicknames} Rae
[Age] 16
[Gender] Female
[Species] Fallen Angel
{Explanation} Angels are meant to be pure of heart and become victim to strict rules. For any one crime, and they face banishment. During the banishment, their memories of the world they are forced to leave are swiped clean, and they are sent to Earth by a blazing ball of white fire. You may know this as a comet or shooting star. The wings of the fallen angel are often damaged beyond repair but those with luck keep their wings intact, and the x burned into their shoulder is the only reminder they possess of their lives before.
[Powers]
•Healing[Angels that fell from Heaven have some limited abilities from being an angel before they fell]
•Flying[Wings and all..:P]
•Darkness/Shadow Manipulation[User can create, shape and manipulate darkness and shadows. One can control and manipulate the beings that exist there, create and dispel shields and areas of total darkness, create a variety of constructs and weapons, and teleport one's self through massive distances via shadows.]
[Appearance]
{Description} Raevyn has hair that falls down her shoulders that the majority of people think is black, but it's really actually a dark dark brown. In the light, Rae's dark hair has natural red-brown highlights. Raevyn almost NEVER has her hair down..it's usually either in a messy bun piled on the top of her head or a simple side braid. She has pretty blue grey eyes that are always outlined with thick smoky black eyeliner and other dark black makeup. Rae is slender, and stands at about 5 foot and 7 inches.
{Image}

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[Extras] Raevyn, like all Fallen Angels, has a midsized "X" burned onto her left shoulder. She also has black Fallen Angel Wings, that fortunately survived the fall from the sky.
Rae writes on her arms with a black pen, most of the words are quotes, emotions she feels, and sad poetry..this is how she lets her feelings out.
Rae also has a tattoo on her right shoulder that continues up to the back of her neck[ https://p.gr-assets.com/540x540/fit/h... ]
[Personality] When you first meet Raevyn, she most likely will be very hostile, unfriendly, and closed. After having one conversation with her, you'll probably walk off and think that Rae personally doesn't like you for some reason unknown. The truth is, even though you'll mark Raevyn as hostile, she's actually just really shy and non-sociable. She's not used to talking to people and when she does, she's very bad at it. Raevyn is very rebellious and is, like you probably inferred by now, a solitary girl. She's also independent, hating others helping her and when in a tricky situation, asking somebody for help would definitely be her last resort. She's also very sarcastic. Raevyn loves music and reading, writing, quotes, and poetry. She often writes on her arms with a black pen..she writes lines from sad, depressing poetry, words that describe her emotions, and quotes. That's one way she lets her emotions and feelings out, rather than speaking them out. Though Rae appears as a self-confident, bada**, rebel goth chick, she's actually really emotional[Though she doesn't show it]insecure, and a self conscious girl. Rae also doesn't trust guys. She's been in several relationships with some guys, but they ended up crushing her heart. She used to be too trusting toward guys, and trusted every word that every guy she dated said. But after too many guys hurt her, she put up even more walls and stopped trusting boys alltogether. Her weaknesses are that she puts walls up, but never lets them down, her stubbornness, and her solitariness.
[History] Rae doesn't remember what she did before she was cast away from Heaven. She doesn't remember her previous life in Heaven. The Fallen Angel fell from the sky, coming down to earth by a blazing ball of white fire[Or as humans call "Shooting stars"]when she was about fourteen years old. Rae remembers the fear, and pain. The brief glimpses of memories from Heaven. The searing pain on her left shoulder from the branded X. The damaged now-black wings.
Rae just lied there, in pain from the burning X on her shoulder, on the ground, until someone found her, and took her to an orphanage. The people who worked there at the orphanage didn't know what to do with a fourteen year old girl who had amnesia. The orphanage was already over populated with too many young orphans, they couldn't take in Rae, so they found a "kind" family who would foster Rae for now. Kind was an understatement. A huge one. The father was cruel..he beat Rae and was always drunk. The mother was never home, screwing with men and when she was, bullied Raevyn. For two years, Raevyn had to put up with her foster parents. She hated every second of it. But finally, one day Raevyn got a letter in the mail. An acceptance letter to a school for people like her. Raevyn immediately left her foster family, not even bothering to say goodbye or explain, and went to this mysterious school..
[Years at Celestial Academy] A day ago.
[Occupation] Student.
[Other] None.

[Maia]

Name: Maya Grey
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Species: Witch
Powers: Can cast spells and extremely smart.
Appearance: Maya has brunnette hair and green eyes. 5' 3" and 120 pounds

Extra: Moon pendent crossed with hammer


Personality: Maya is smart and really funny. She is loyal and friendly but a bit cocky. She is brave. When she gets angry she gets really aggressive.
History: Maya grew up an orphan. She drifted around nod then got a note saying to come to an academy. She doesn't like talking about her past.
Years at Celestial Academy: Brand new
Occupation: Student
Other: Motorcycle:
http://www.ifimages.com/photos/txFRUl...
Pet dog Turbo:
http://www.worldclassgsd.com/German_s...

[Arwen]

Name: Celeste Evan
Age: 22
Gender: she doesn't have an age, timeless
Species: Star (kinda like Yvane from Stardust)
Powers: she can shine like a star and that it self had a lot, healing,
Appearance: http://www.google.co.nz/url?sa=i&...
she has dark blonde hair, which shines blinding white when she is happy or in love.
Extras: she has flame patterns in her violet eyes
Personality: she is a very aloof character, very sarcastic, she doesn't know much about humanity as she spent most of her life among the stars.
History: she is Yvone's younger sister. After her sister left for Tristan after being knocked from the sky, she started watching earth but found it boring. she got knocked from the sky after she misjudged a comet heading toward her and earth.
Years at Celestial Academy: first day
Occupation: student
Other: she has a pet deer and baby lion

[♥ bomb ♥ υиøffı¢αł яøłeρłαч мeитøя]

{UNDER CONSTRUCTION}

Name: (full name, with nickname if they have any)
Age: (no immortality unless it comes with the species/were granted it somehow)
Gender: (self-explanatory)
Species: (Is your character a different species? Supernaturals can be mortals with powers too ie elementals, witches, etc.)
Powers: (Don't go overboard and have like 12 different powers, unless they're included in the species. You may add a short description but it's not necessary)
Appearance: (At least 3 lines. Optional: you may use a photo, but add a description)
Extras: (wings, scales, scars, tattoos, etc.)
Personality: (NO PERFECT CHARACTERS ALLOWED. Point out their flaws)
History: (at least 4 lines)
Years at Celestial Academy: (how long have they been here?)
Occupation: (student, teacher, etc.)
Other: (Anything else to say? Pets, vehicles, etc.)

[{ Anna } , Headmistress Gable]

Name: Tempest Corbin
Nickname: Temp
Age: 14
Gender: Female
Species: Hellhound
Powers:
- Shape-shifting
- Mediumship (the ability to see and communicate with ghosts)
- Sonic Scream
Appearance:




Tempest has long blonde hair and red eyes. She has fair skin.
Extras:
(Even though she’s young)




Personality: Tempest is reserved, quiet girl. Like the Underworld itself, she is dark and mysterious.
History: Tempest was born & raised in the Underworld . Her mother and father were both hellhound shape-shifters. Her mother died giving birth to Tempest and her father took care of her. Her father was killed helping her out of the underworld and to Celestial Academy.
Years at Celestial Academy: 3 weeks
Occupation: Student
Other: Owns a skateboard.

[Maia]

Name: Ambrosia Slayer
Age: Looks 20
Gender: Female
Species: Witch
Powers: Can cast spells and extremely smart.
Appearance: Ambrosia has long blonde hair and red eyes. She it 5'8' and weighs 130. She wears a red ballgown.



Extras: Wears a red ball gown and diamond pendent.


Personality: Acts all nice and friendly but is really cold hearted and evil. She is the kind of person who would smile at you like you two were best friends then kill you.
History: Ambrosia came from another planet far away and his determined to get back but some business needs to be done first.
Years at Celestial Academy: Brand new
Occupation: Teacher
Other: Hates new technology

[ıllıllı [ κc "ıм5 ƨεcσпɔƨ αшαч ғяσм ʟσƨıпɢ ıт!" ] ıllıllı, Headmaster Asheford]

Name:
Sylvia Faye Hadrick
Nickname:
Vi (pronounced Vee), Via
Age:
Fifteen (15)
Gender:
Female
Species:
Earth Elemental and Mortal Hybrid
Powers:
Sylvia is limited to use these powers to a certain extent or else she’ll pass out for a period of time. She can only do this while in contact with the earth.
Geokinesis - The ability to control earth and its minerals at will
Terraportation - Being able to teleport via the earth
Healing Earth - Heal living things with earth
Seismic Burst - Ability to generate earthquakes
Appearance:

Sylvia is a young girl of average height with straight light brown hair and blonde highlights. She has light skin and hazel eyes. Most people say she has most of her mother’s looks.
Extras:
A small tattoo of a circle with a cross in it on her wrist, another tattoo of an upside down triangle with a horizontal line through it on the back of her foot
Personality:
Sylvia is an amiable and good-natured girl. However she’s a bit shy and self-conscious, but if you can “crack her shell”, Vi is sure to be a sweet person. Vi likes to take care of people, and when she does, can act like a mother, authoritative and finicky. She’s a bit selfless and stubborn and when she’s angry at people she tends to be cold and sarcastic. Overall, Sylvia is a bright and gregarious young lady.
History:
Sylvia was born and raised in a small town near a heavily wooded forest. Her mother was an Earth Elemental and her father was a mortal who knew about her identity. Sylvia was homeschooled, a choice made by her parents in fear that her powers might act up in a public school. When Sylvia was 6, there was no sign that she had any major abilities, so they sent her to an actual school. It was minor at first, but her powers slowly developed and when Vi reached the age of 12, she got so upset, she accidentally set off a minor earthquake. Kids ignored and avoided her like the plague since they were scared of her lashing out on them, not to mention her weird connection to forests and nature. Her parents transferred her back to homeschooling and taught her about her origins and how to conceal her abilities, but never how to use them. When Vi received a letter from Celestial Academy, her parents encouraged her to go, so she can learn more about the supernatural world.
Years at Celestial Academy:
0 years, 6 months
Occupation:
Student at Celestial Academy
Other:
Owns a long and elegant dagger

[Maia]

♐αηηα wrote: "Maia wrote: "Name: Ambrosia Slayer
Age: Looks 20
Gender: Female
Species: Witch
Powers: Can cast spells and extremely smart.
Appearance: Ambrosia has long blonde hair and red eyes. She it 5'8' and w..."
History of Supernatural creatures and species

[Maia]

Name: Erounakie
Age: 1,000 or so
Gender: Male
Species: Dragon
Powers: Breath fire, morph into a human and back to a dragon, immortal, can fly, and can speak like a dragon
Appearance: While a human he has dark green hair and reptile eyes other wise he looks totally human. He is 6'3" and 250 pounds, while human. As a dragon he has dark green scales. He is almost as long as a football field and weight is unknown.


Extras:
Eye Color:

Hair Color: (Color!)

Personality: Erounakie is very calm when he needs to be but when he is in his dragon form power tends to corrupt part of his mind. He can resist from eating people but mauling them no.
History: Erounakie has lived for a while to put it nicely and he has been to earth before. He came from a far away planet. He is hoping that it will be quick.
Years at Celestial Academy: New
Occupation: Teacher
Other: Teacher of Advanced Supernatural Defense

[{ Anna } , Headmistress Gable]

Name: Emmaline Ross
Nickname: Emm
Age: 15
Born April 14th
Gender: Female
Species: Witch
Powers:
Shadow Control
Emmaline can wrap shadows around herself making her virtually invisible, she can call shadows to blind her pursuers, and travel from one shadow to the next, limited to a distance of 200 feet. Also can create objects out of shadows/darkness.

Voice Manipulation:
Emmaline can imitate any voice, this includes other sounds, flawlessly. She can also project her voice so that it will seem as though whatever she is saying is coming from somewhere else.

Enchanced Regeneration:
Emmaline can rapidly regenerate, in other words, recreate lost or damaged tissues, organs and limbs, sometimes slowing, or even stopping it.

Appearance:




Emmaline is a fair-skinned, average 15 year old girl. She is 5’6 and has light blue eyes. Her hair is a light-brown and shoulder length.

Extras
Emmaline has the word “Magic” tattooed onto the back of her neck.

Personality:
Emmaline appears to be a näive, insecure, and shy girl when you first meet her. But she is really dark, mysterious, and troubled.

History:
Unlike others, Emmaline’s parents loved and respected her even though she was different. Her shadow control power was discovered when she would play hide-n-seek. Emm would run into a dark corner, not knowing she had materialized into the shadow itself.
Emmaline loved to mock her parents. Her mother would order her to do a chore and Emm would imitate her right back, same voice and all. 2 days after Emmaline’s 9th birthday, her home caught on fire, killing both of her parents. Emmaline was burned to the crisp when the fire department and ambulance arrived. They found her and brought Emmaline to the hospital. But before they had even loaded her into the ambulance she had healed. Emm escaped the vehicle and ran away. She was found by Headmistress Gable who brought her to Celestial Academy.

Years at Celestial Academy: 1 day
Occupation: Student

[chaney]

Name: Erin Weather
Age: 17
Appearance: long brown wavy hair. She had bright purple eyes. She has a long slender body. Also her body is athletic built. She is about 5'9.
Power: Erin can control anything in her mind. If she wants to she can explode something just by looking at it.
History: both Erin's parents were murdered when Erin was eight, but she lives with her grandparents. She is very cared for there but they had no clue what I do with her powers. The older Erin got the more her powers grew stronger. Also sometimes she would move something accidentally and her power became uncontrollable. That's around the time she got her letter to come her. And that was 5 years ago. Today she is very powerful and has a lot of her power controlled. However if she has a big break down her powers may come out.
Personality: Erin loves to hang out with her friends. Also she loves to run, and ride her horse. Although she has a big trust issue. Even though she may a some friends they aren't close. She never had a close friend afraid she may hurt them somehow. Erin always is nice and kind to everyone unless you give her a reason not to be. She can be very stubborn too.
Other: Erin loves to run. She also love to ride her horse Beauty who is a black and white pinto. Erin also has a scar on her shoulder from the person who murdered her parents. Erin loves to read books too. Erin sometimes remember the night her parents died.
Pic of her horse:
http://www.pinterest.com/pin/52283983...

[яєуηα™]

Name:
Clarissa Rose Delwin

Nickname:
Clara, sometimes Claire

Age:
14

Gender:
Female

Species:
Human

Powers:
Conjuration - The ability to instantly create matter from nothing.

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Healing - The ability to heal injuries and diseases of others, unless that person is evil or has already died.



Appearance:




Extras:
None

Personality:
~Adventurous~
If anything, Clarissa is adventurous.
She has a deep need for action and adventure. She sees every path, every moment as an opportunity to act.
She wants adventure, and she'll do anything to make one.

~Clever~
She isn't the most brilliant student, and she certainly can't do the quadratic formula. She isn't school smart, but she's clever. She can figure them out(most of the time) and can get out of any fix that she's gotten herself or others into.

~Freethinking~
If Clarissa has an opinion on something important to her, she will not hesitate to share it. She has her own opinion on everything-
From politics, to what color socks people should wear.
If she's determined about something, but someone tells her otherwise, she will act on what she believes in, whether she betrays that person or not.

~Daring~
Clarissa id definitely willing to take or seek out risks. She loves to take chances, risk everything, even if it means her own life(sometimes).

~Observant~
She's good at noticing what is going on around her.
She can notice something faster than most people and can act on it quickly.
She is very watchful of her surroundings, and sometimes tends to go overboard with it.

~Optimistic~
Clarissa always tries to see the good side of things. She tries to raise peoples moods and spirits with her good attitude towards most things. There's always a good side to everything. Right?

~Persuasive~
She is amazing at inducing a belief onto someone by appealing to reason or understanding. She is very convincing and urging someone into doing a certain thing. She attempts to influence a
person's beliefs, attitudes, intentions, motivations, or behaviors.

~Romantic~
Clarissa isn't afraid to show her love for people. She likes to display or express love or strong affection for certain people. She also doesn't mind when others do the same for her.

~Selfless~
In bad situations, Clarissa has little concern for herself and is very unselfish. She puts other peoples problems in front of her own. She cares for her friends more than she cares for herself.

~Clumsy~
Judging by her levels of clumsiness, Clarissa could fall up the stairs. She could trip over a flat surface and crash into things with no mercy.

~Strong-Willed~
She doesn't give up easily, that's for sure. She can get extremely stubborn at times and doesn't like it when others give up hope. Sometimes being strong-willed is a good thing. Sometimes it causes trouble...

History:
Clarissa has always been a strange kid. When her parents died, she shed no tears, though her sisters weren't doing the same. She liked to spend time by herself and didn't like to speak with other children in her age range. She liked to keep to herself most of the time. There were points in her life that she couldn't remember. She was doctor and was diagnosed with DID.

Family:
Mother
Name: Melissa Nicole Delwin
Traits: Nice, kind, sarcastic
Status: Dead

Father
Name: Travis Arellano Delwin
Traits: Kind, sarcastic, independent
Status: Dead

Siblings
Name: Allison Flou Delwin
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Traits: Ambitious, sarcastic, narrow-minded
Status: Alive
Power: Invisibility

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Name: Alexandra(Alex) Elphaba Delwin
Age: 14
Gender: Female
Traits: Kind, caring, Honest(Twin of Clarissa)
Status: Alive
Power: Enhances powers for herself and the people around her, can control ice/water

Years at Celestial Academy:
First year

Occupation:
Student

Other:
-Can speak fluently in French
-Has DID:
Dissociative identity disorder (DID), previously known as multiple personality disorder (MPD), is a mental disorder on the dissociative spectrum characterized by at least two distinct and relatively enduring identities or dissociated personality states that alternately control a person's behavior, and is accompanied by memory impairment for important information not explained by ordinary forgetfulness.
((Alters:
Tara-
Tara is one of Clara's alters. Tara is very violent and only shows herself when Clara feels like she is in danger.

Avery-
Avery is another one of Clara's alters. When Clara and other around her feel stressed, she comes out to calm them down.

[『ᴡɪᴄᴋʟɪɴɢ ᴛʀᴀsʜ ● ɢᴏᴏᴅʙʏᴇ』]

((Question - for teachers, what are the classes they can teach?))

[яєуηα™]

Finally finished!