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"I think it's high time you know your place!"

Nᴀᴍᴇ: Moka Akashiya
Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ: She doesn't have any nicknames.
* Moka, Japanese, meaning "Fragrant Sprout"
* Akashiya, Japanese, meaning "Shining over Heaven"

Aɢᴇ: She looks 17 but she's actually about 700 years old.
Bɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ: November 15th. She's a Scorpio.

Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Female
Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Bisexual.

Sᴘᴇᴄɪᴇs: Vampire.
Iᴍᴍᴏʀᴛᴀʟɪᴛʏ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: Definitely immortal, but not invincible. She could die any number of ways, just not of old age.
Oᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Student of Yokai Academy. She's also a cheerleader in Yokai's cheerleading team, even though she's not an aquatic creature. She's technically dead, she doesn't need to breath, so she's fine with the water. And she's a member of the illegal fight club of Yokai, though she only fights the most powerful of the club. Usually she wins, she has a really good record.

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Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ: Moka Akashiya from Rosario Vampire
Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 5'8
Wᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 132 lbs
Hᴀɪʀ: Moka has beautiful long straight hair, as white as snow. It flows like silk, and is her most noticeable feature.
Sᴋɪɴ: Being a vampire, Moka is noticeably pale skinned. Though her skin is also flawless, not any blemish to be seen.
Eʏᴇs: Moka has sharp eyes, deep red as befitting a vampire. They're unique to her, with dark lashes to frame them.
Bᴏᴅʏ: She has a rather good body, being fairly tall, slender but slightly muscular to show her strength. This leads to certain curves. B-cup breasts, a small waistline and curved behind. She's definitely a beautiful woman, there's no doubt to it.
Vᴏɪᴄᴇ: Sample of her Singing

Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Moka is hellish to be around if you don't know her well enough. She's kind of a bitch at times. Moka is headstrong, demanding, bossy, controlling, bold, outspoken. She knows what she wants and she gets what she wants. She's fiercely intelligent, and determined. Moka doesn't give up, she doesn't let others tell her what to do, and she most definitely doesn't make herself do things for others unless she feels like it. Sure, she's kind, sweet, gentle, to those she cares about. But there's still a sharpness to her in all things. Even so, there is beauty in her strength, gracefulness in the way she carries herself. Moka doesn't need anyone, she can stand on her own two feet. Despite being hard to be around, she's a true leader, a true lover, a true friend. No one can doubt Moka is a strong ally, and a powerful enemy.

Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs: Her fierceness, her determination, her intelligence.

Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs: Her temper, her rare moments of vulnerability, her need to be right.



Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ: Moka was once just a girl. She was born to a wealthy British family, an only child, an heiress who had everything she could want. At the age of thirteen, she was married to a Japanese man of seventeen years, named Akio Akashiya. She took his last name and moved to Japan with him. Being in a strange place, married to a strange man she'd only met a handful of times who didn't speak English, was beyond daunting. But Moka was an obedient, beautiful British woman who held her head high. With blonde hair so fine and bright it seemed white, and beautiful big brown eyes, she was gifted with good looks as wealthy as the riches of her family. Moka started learning Japanese but her husband and her shared no love, even after they understood each other. But she refused to show how lonely and sad she really was. After two years of marriage, at the age of fifteen, she gave him a darling son. She had no choice in his name, her husband naming him Eito. For a time, she was happy. She may not have loved her husband, but she did love her child. Then came the party where her life would change. Her husband held a party for her seventeenth birthday, many British friends of her family invited. It was a lavish event, and she dressed up elegantly, a picture of beauty. While her husband discussed business, she was in the ballroom of their estate, chatting with friends, when He approached her. Ridley Jones. She didn't know much about him, only that he was British, a friend of her family, and exceedingly handsome. There was a charm to him that completely disarmed young, naïve Moka. In minutes she was twirled around his finger, enough for him to whisk her off to an empty room. She wasn't the most faithful of wives, but Ridley was the first man to get her to go beyond flirting. As they shared a passionate make out session, she didn't notice as his lips went to her neck, until she felt the bite. Like fire, instantly burning through her veins, her gasp audible. He held her as she crumbled in his arms, whispering that everything was alright. She remembers very little about that night other than the pain, and she remembers him picking her up and leaping out a window, escaping from the party with her in tow. Moka remembers thinking she was dying, tears sliding from her eyes as she thought of her son, before everything went black. When she awoke, she was not the Moka she knew. She was an undead thing, a vampire, turned by Ridley. Her blonde hair had turned white as snow, brown eyes into a blood red gleam. She knew instantly what she was, and if she wasn't already dead, she would have wished to die. Ridley had his control over her as her master, of course. He informed her that she would never see her husband and son again, that she was to be his mistress. Moka had no choice but to go along with it all. After a few hundred years, she didn't truly mind. She fell into a life with Ridley naturally, and after a while he barely had to use control over her, because she did it of her own will. They were in love, a vampire couple. They moved back to England, prowling through the nights. Life was good for both of them. Until Moka was about five hundred years of age, and Ridley fell for a hot young red headed human named Morgana. He turned her and she became the star of his desires. Moka, in a fit of anger, left. She fled, and he didn't notice until she was already far away. For reasons she didn't understand, he didn't call her back. He released control of her, for a while. Moka went back to see her family but the family she knew was generations behind. So she wandered, a lone vampire widow, living off instinct. It took some time, but finally she came to Yokai, and she's been there ever since. Just for something to do, she applied for the Academy, becoming a student. She even joined the Cheerleading team, and she knows how good she looks in a bikini. She also fights in fight club occasional. Moka finally felt like she was living her own life, a good life. Hopefully it doesn't get messed up again.



Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ(s):

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» Akio Akashiya - Her ex-husband; Deceased; Wealthy Japanese business man; Akio remarried not even a year after Moka's "death" and had children with his new wife. However, Eito stayed as his heir and main line in the family tree.



» Eito Akashiya - Her son; Deceased; Unknown profession; Moka didn't get to see Eito after turning vampire. She later went back but his lifetime had already passed by. She did, however, learn he'd had a happy life. The half Japanese, half British man grew up strong, married a beautiful Japanese woman named Nanami, and had children. His children had children and so on, and the line continued.



» Ridley Jones ﹣ Her Master, the vampire who turned her. They're also past lovers; Technically he's over 1,000 years old. But he looks to be about 20; His occupation... Well, he doesn't go to Yokai Academy. Moka hasn't seen him for over two hundred years; Ridley has complete and utter control over Moka. He's her master. She despises him, of course, but deep within her blood is a longing, a love for him, more powerful than even she can control.



» Daemon Tenebris - A thorn in her side that she's hopelessly attracted to; ?, immortal; He's Wrath, one of the seven deadly sins, a protector and student of Yokai; Daemon is like the flame and Moka is the moth. She hates that, but it's true. She's drawn to him, inexplicably.



» Shikama Hiragi - Distant Great Cousin; 18, Immortal; Student of Yokai; Moka doesn't know Shikama well, and she doesn't care to, even if they're related.



» Shiki Akashiya - Great Grandson; 19, Mortal; Student of Yokai; Moka doesn't know Shiki well and she doesn't care to, even if they're related.



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Pᴇᴛ(s): None. She doesn't like animals. Don't even get her started on Werewolves, she finds them to be filthy creatures.

Fɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ Sᴋɪʟʟs: Moka is a very good fighter, and not just because of her species. Sure, she has plenty of strength, endurance, and speed from her species, but that's not all. She's trained to fight, proud of it.

Mᴀɢɪᴄ: Being a vampire isn't really magical. However, Moka does have some minor magic of her own. Such as her magic rosary, which allows her to split her personality and hide away her power and much of her memory, creating a whole other version of herself. She also has minor compulsion magic to convince others into things they usually wouldn't say or do. Though her intimidating persona does that for her, really.

Wᴇᴀᴘᴏɴs: In truth, her super strength and speed is more than enough of a weapon. Her body in itself is a weapon. However, Moka also has her fangs, glistening sharp. She is also trained to use weapons if she wishes, but she usually doesn't.

Mᴀʀᴋɪɴɢs: Moka doesn't have any markings or scars to speak of, except for two very faint dots on the soft spot of her neck. The bite that turned her. It will be there forever, a gentle reminder. And if her master ever called for her, it is through that bite he'd wield his control.

Oᴛʜᴇʀ: Moka has a rosary that, if she takes it off, all her memories, personality, power... everything that makes her who she is, goes into that rosary. Her form reverts to a pink haired, green eyed, powerless school girl, and her real self is in that rosary. Likewise, the rosary is a copy of herself, so if she were to die, that rosary is a hope to bring her back. Though it may not bring her back exactly as she was.

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Nᴀᴍᴇ(s): Daemon, Lord Wrath
Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ(s): Dae

Aɢᴇ: Appears to be around 22, is in all actuality a little under 1,000 years old.
Bɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ: June 13

Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Male
Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Pansexual

Sᴘᴇᴄɪᴇs: High Class Demon (One of seven deadly sins.)
Iᴍᴍᴏʀᴛᴀʟɪᴛʏ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: Immortal and seemingly invincible. Silver is poisonous to him.
Oᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Protector of Yokai and Her inhabitants, but he is filed in the registry as a student.


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Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ: Akira from Togainu no Chi
Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 5' 11"
Wᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 165 pounds
Hᴀɪʀ: White
Sᴋɪɴ: Pale
Eʏᴇs: Ice Blue
Bᴏᴅʏ: Slender build, skinny but hard packed with lean muscle that'll make you think twice before attacking him.

Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Daemon is...quite the asshole. Always has been and, no doubt, always will be. More so because of his purpose of creation than anything, he's often bitter and can get angry at the smallest of things. He's stubborn, ungrateful, and immune to hurt feelings, but if someone gets on his good side, he practically melts for them. He does have a soft side, but he masks it under layers upon layers of hatred and angry, and often jumps to conclusions and tries to solve everything with violence, as is his way. He's protective, however, of his home and in turn it's people, and he will stop at nothing to keep both safe from harm.
Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ(s):
- Combat
- Wit
- Bravery
- Power
Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇss(ᴇs):
- Stubborn
- Prideful
- Uses violence to solve his problems.

Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ: He was one of seven children born to Lucifer himself. One of the oldest, he was tasked with watching over his siblings and their descendants, along with their home. This he at first refused, not wishing to be tied down, until he saw Yokai. Seemingly endless, and with the promise from his father that he would be able to go wherever he pleased within Her lands, he quickly agreed to take on such a heavy burden. Yokai has fallen twice, and as it's protector he is often blamed for it. Thus, he's quite careful about not letting such a thing happen again, lest his siblings decide to murder him and call him a weak coward for failing his father once more. He hates failure.

Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ(s):
» Nᴀᴍᴇ ﹣ Jasper Caede (Adopted Brother)

» Nᴀᴍᴇ ﹣ Zenon (Fello Sin)
» Nᴀᴍᴇ ﹣ Shiki (Pain in the ass) (view spoiler)[ (hide spoiler)]

Pᴇᴛ(s): None

Fɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ Sᴋɪʟʟ(s):
- Hand to Hand Combat
- Swordsmanship
- Archery
- Semi-Automatic Weaponry

Mᴀɢɪᴄ(s):
- Summon Storms
- Bend Yokai's landscape to his whims (It always reverts back to normal)
- Torture via voices in his victim's head, screaming at them
- Fear
- Ice
Wᴇᴀᴘᴏɴ(s):
- Bow
- Katana
Mᴀʀᴋɪɴɢ(s): Identical tattoos on his palms that serve a higher purpose. (view spoiler)[ (hide spoiler)]

Oᴛʜᴇʀ: Daemon has only ever been defeated in battle once.
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Part One of Two



Nᴀᴍᴇ: Drusilla Lucy Lockwood
Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇs: Dru, Silla, Lucy. Most just call her Drusilla.
*Drusilla, Latin, meaning "Strong"
*Lucy, English/French, meaning "Of Light"
*Lockwood, English, meaning "From the Enclosed Wood"

Aɢᴇ: 17, by looks. But her real age is actually about 35 years old. She was born in the 80's. She's very young into her newfound immortality, her aging stopped at 17.
Bɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ: February 3rd. She's an Aquarius.

Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Female.
Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Heterosexual.

Sᴘᴇᴄɪᴇs: She was born human. Then later she was bestowed the power of a Seer, through a Greek God.
Iᴍᴍᴏʀᴛᴀʟɪᴛʏ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: Granted Immortality, though she was born human.
Oᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: She's a student a Yokai Academy. She's also on the Events Committee.

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Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ: Himiko from the anime Btooom!

Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 5'5, rather short.

Wᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 120 lbs.

Hᴀɪʀ: Drusilla has shoulder length blonde hair, kept fairly straight, with choppy bangs.

Sᴋɪɴ: She's pale with fair white skin.

Eʏᴇs: Her best feature is her big deep blue eyes, with long dark lashes. Her eyes turn into a golden color when she's using her powers.

Bᴏᴅʏ: Drusilla has a short, curvy body. While being skinny, she has curved hips and large, busty C-cup breasts that look almost too big on her small frame. She's blessed with the kind of body guys like, one that is small but give them places to place their hands. She gets her looks from her mom. Since she is a child of the eighties, she often wears old retro sweatshirts when not in school, and she likes wearing the optional school tie.

Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Drusilla isn't just one thing, she's many things. She's a bit of a hot head when she's frustrated, she's impatient at times but she holds a lot of wisdom in her. She's mature but she can be naïve. She's caring and loving but she can give tough love. She's sarcastic and witty and playful, but she can be as serious as a heart attack if the situation calls for it. Drusilla can be sexy and she can be a prude. She can be a hopeless romantic and she can be a commitment phobe. She's kind of quirky, too. She's the kind of girl who slides around in her socks to music, who will eat something she's allergic to because she loves it, who won't leave her room if she doesn't feel like it. Drusilla can be wonderful and she can be terrible. She can be bitchy, she can be emotional, she can be stubborn and headstrong and downright rude. But she can also be soft, sweet, thoughtful. She's loyal and protective, warm and fierce. She cries, she laughs, she smiles, she pouts. She's human, an immortal seer or not, and that's what makes her great.

Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs: Drusilla has a great maternal instinct of warmth to her. She's wise beyond her years. She'd die to protect the one she loves.

Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs: Drusilla is physically weak, and her powers aren't very good for offense unless she learns how to use them as such. She has emotions and she's not afraid to show them, so when she is upset she will cry. She often gets over stressed and feels backed into a corner and will act out because of it, or simply shut down.

Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ: See Part Two.

Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴs:

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» Esther Lockwood - Mother; 49 years old, but she looks younger; Seamstress; Drusilla loves and worships her mother. They keep no secrets from each other, Drusilla regularly writes letters and even visits sometimes if she can. Drusilla got her mother's looks, her humor, her determination. They're a lot alike, and her mother is her role model. FC: Tsunade from Naruto



» Oliver Renolds - Father; Deceased at age 22; Human Freelance Writer; Drusilla never met her dad. He died shortly before she was born. But her mother always talks about him. She even drew up a sketch of what he looked like, slightly long brown hair, rectangle glasses, sharp smoldering eyes. Drusilla grew up with romanticized stories of her father, and she knows he was a good man who loved her mother very much.



» Claude Montilyet - Her Rapist and Worst Nightmare; 28, immortal; Fighting class teacher, and also one of the Seven Deadly Sins, Lust; Drusilla despises Claude. His face is the one that appears in her nightmares. She can never forgive or forget what he did to her. During his classes, she's tormented whenever he looks at her or calls her to answer something, knowing he's doing it to make her relive their horrible time together. He's the reason she disappeared from school for a year, and the reason she can barely stand a man's touch because of the memories it brings.



» Jasper Caede ﹣ Friend?; ?, Immortal; A student at Yokai Academy; Drusilla isn't sure what Jasper is to her. Just that he's becoming a familiar face more and more these days.



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Pᴇᴛs: None.

Fɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ Sᴋɪʟʟs: Drusilla isn't really a fighter. Not because she doesn't want to fight, quite the opposite actually. She can have quite the temper, and sometimes she'll go watch the illegal fighting that goes on around Yokai. But truthfully, she doesn't have the power to fight against most of the super powerful Yokai residents. She's physically short, she lacks super strength or speed like many of Yokai's students, she doesn't fight with weapons. She doesn't even have full control over any offensive powers she may have, and her defensive ones aren't good in a fight. She's just not a fighter. She is immortal, so she could take quite a beating, but she'd rather avoid that.

Mᴀɢɪᴄ: Most of her gifts could be described as magic. Being a seer, Drusilla gets glimpses of the future. Usually they're brief and don't tell her much, and they're random, she can't control when she's over taken by a vision. It's obvious when it happens, as she often loses her ability to stand and stumbles to lean on something, or falls down all together, and her eyes will go wide and turn bright gold. Drusilla can also force herself to see into the future, but it's painful and harms her, often leading for her to get nosebleeds and get weak the further into the future she goes, and the more she tries to see. If she tries too hard, it may even kill her.

Drusilla also gets dreams, and often when waking she'll reach for a notebook and be in a trance as she writes or draws whatever she sees from the last few seconds of the dream, before it fades away. Sometimes, however, the dream will be so real it'll cause her to wake up screaming, especially if it's a nightmare. And if other people dream of her, she's drawn to those dreams like a magnet, so if you ever see her in your dream, it probably really is her. Drusilla can also see things in present time. Like if she has an item that is significant to someone she knows, she may be able to tell where they are or even briefly get a vision of them by touching, seeing, smelling, or tasting that item. It helps in tracking them.

As far as fighting goes, Drusilla doesn't have any practical magic for it. Not that she knows how to control, anyway. In truth, in times of great distress she does have an inner celestial power of light that comes from being a Seer of Apollo. Drusilla, however, doesn't know how to control this power any more than she can control her visions. However, she may be more powerful than she seems.

Wᴇᴀᴘᴏɴs: Drusilla with a weapon? That's laughable. The only weapon she's ever held is a kitchen knife for cooking. Well, not entirely true, since her rape she keeps a bottle of pepper spray in her bag. But in Yokai, with the kind of powerful creatures she's around every day, it really wouldn't help.

Mᴀʀᴋɪɴɢs: Drusilla has a burned white scar on her the back of her right hand. It's a small dot, like a thumb print, from when Apollo took her hand and burned her Seer powers into her.

Oᴛʜᴇʀ: Drusilla holds a power she doesn't even realize yet.

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Part Two of Two



Drusilla Lockwood's History:

Drusilla began with Esther Lockwood and Oliver Reynolds. Esther was a very pretty, busty, somewhat empty headed young girl from a well off family. Oliver was an intelligent, idealistic young man from a poor family who worked two jobs just to help earn his way. They weren't very alike, but it was the seventies when they met, and they fell in love like any trashy romance novel, in a whirlwind. Within weeks, Esther was pregnant with Drusilla. The young couple were beyond happy, Oliver was trying to save up money so they could get their own apartment and so he could buy things for the baby they were expecting. However, he went about it the wrong way, dealing drugs. Back in the eighties this wasn't as skeevy as it sounds, as he just hung out in his van with his own personal stock and charged his friends for it. Unfortunately, this also led to his death with a very high and very angry friend stabbed him to death for refusing to sell to him. This left Esther pregnant and single, but she was a strong woman who could handle motherhood alone.

Drusilla had a very happy childhood. Her mother worked a lot to support them but it made no difference to her. In her mind, her mom was the best person in the world, the two are very close. Drusilla went to a normal human school, she had friends, she thrived. She had dreams to become an Architect, loving the idea of traveling and making great structures. She wanted to go to Paris and New York and Washington and Greece. She had her whole life in front of her. Even had a boy in her life interested her, a perfectly normal human boy.

Then came her seventeenth birthday. It seemed like it'd go along fine, held in a large dining hall with all her friends, even the boy she liked. There was a seven tier cake, Drusilla wore a ballgown, she felt like a princess. After a glass of champagne, she got a little too giggly and decided to duck outside for some fresh air. It was just after sunset, and a light breeze made her blonde hair flow in the wind. She'd put on an old 80's style sweatshirt over her dress to keep from getting cold while she was outside. She was just taking a few breaths when she heard something from the nearby forest. Like the naïve, sweet idiot she was, she walked towards the trees, calling out, "Hello? Is someone there?"



She never thought in a million years she'd meet Apollo, Greek God of Prophecy, Light, Music, and Healing. But there he was, striding out of the woods with his golden blonde hair and dazzling gold eyes, burning like a thousand suns. For a handsome, young, tan man he was rather formal, wearing a suit with a gold tie that matched his eyes. Drusilla was in awe, and a little scared. She had no idea her life was going to change forever. They exchange small talk, him apologizing for frightening her and telling her who he was. She, again like the sweet idiot she is, thought at first his name was just Apollo and he just happened to glow in the light, and he couldn't possibly be a Greek God. Back then, she was a ditzy teenage girl who couldn't think of anything to say to him except, "I like your tie."

Of course, this made him laugh, and he smiled at her. "Thank you, Drusilla. Ah, where are my manners? I should congratulate you on your birthday. Seventeen, right?" She nodded blankly, and it wasn't until later she wondered how he knew her name and birthday, as she had never said it. You must be wondering, why did the god Apollo pay attention to a human girl?

Simple. Drusilla wasn't exactly human. She was human enough to be considered human. Truth was, her mother was a daughter of Apollo and a human, a demigod. So her mother was half god, half human. That made Drusilla a quarter greek god. Not exactly a demigod, but not exactly human either. Apollo, her grandfather, at that moment decided her saw something in her. A certain spirit that he knew he could bestow some power onto her, a power he greatly needed to give to someone. So he reached out, taking her right hand, totally casual as he pressed a thumb to the back of her hand. It was lucky no one was around, because the shock of his touch made her look up, their eyes locking. The way his eyes shone was bright enough to blind anyone, but instead, the golden light seemed to flow between their eyes like a tangible source of magic, and for a second, her blue eyes glowed golden.

Drusilla passed out after that, her grandfather catching her and easing her to the ground. She barely remembers the next few days, but life seemed to get back to normal. Until a month later. Drusilla was sitting at lunch, totally normal, until she looked over at the boy she liked and was struck with a horrifying vision of him getting hit by a bus. She passed out from the vision, having not let learned how to accept it and stay awake. For a week, that vision haunted her. She had no idea what had happened, what it meant, how to stop it. Finally, Apollo visited Drusilla and explained more about the gift he had given her. He explained that what she saw was a version of the future, that the future can change but it can't be forced. He explained that she can't try to change the future just because she can see it, because it messes up fate. He said that if fate doesn't get the death they want, there's every chance it'll take someone else, and messing with fate is never a good thing. There are always consequences. However, he told her there were upsides to seeing the future, things she'd have to find out for herself. He explained everything, immortality included, but that didn't make things easier for Drusilla.

For the next few weeks she was tormented at school. Every time she had a vision she'd pass out, not having mastered it. They thought she had some kind of fainting condition. Drusilla had told her mom the truth, which somehow her mom accepted, but life at school was near impossible. It took six months before she saw the exact course of events leading up to that boy getting hit by the bus. She was horrified when she realized, thinking she'd fallen into a vision again, but this time it was real. She was so stunned, having not really accepted all this, that she just stood and watched him get hit. Like in slow motion, she couldn't move. She thought it wasn't real, couldn't possibly be real. It was.

Drusilla was slightly traumatized after that. She tries not to think about it now. The rest of school was horrible, her visions coming uncontrolled. She didn't know how to cope with them back then. Once she graduated school she stayed moved in with her mother, and finally started getting a grasp on her newfound gifts. Despite the wretch they threw in her life, she was glad for them. They made her wiser, better. She could feel herself becoming more than what she was before.

However, immortality had its downfall. After twenty years or so of living with her mother, she couldn't keep explaining to her mother's friends or her friends why she still looked like she did in Highschool when she should look thirty. Why she never married, never had kids. Why she still lived at home in a life of seclusion. Drusilla couldn't explain any of this, and her mother knew it. So her mother told her of a place that Apollo had told her of; Yokai. A world where the strange, the different, the demonic, and the angelic could live in supposed peace. So, with a tearful goodbye to her mom and promises to write letters and visit, Drusilla set out for Yokai.

Yokai proved to be good for her. Even if almost everyone was more powerful, she didn't mind. Somehow, she fit in. Her powers weren't something to hide anymore, she could walk around and get involved in things and no one batted an eyelash when she suddenly fell into a vision and started talking nonsense. Everything was going fine until she caught the attention of her fighting class teacher, Claude Montilyet.



She was failing the class, so she stayed behind to explain and ask if there was some way she could make up her grade. To this day she blocks the memory of his response of, "Well, you could pay your grade to me with your body." and how he shoved her down and raped her. She doesn't speak of it, ever. After that she left Yokai for several years, and no one knew if she'd return.

She did. Finally, Drusilla has returned to Yokai. It doesn't hold the same love for her as it did at first, but Yokai is the only place she can be herself, be free. She tries to keep her head down, to avoid snideful comments such as, "Ugh, she got to sleep with Lust and she's complaining?" and "If I were her, I would have worshipped the chance." Of course, most don't pay attention to her anyway. She did join the events committee but for the most part, Drusilla has been keeping to herself. Trying to heal. She still goes to fighting class, still fails it, but now it's pure torture for her. She's never herself in that class, and there are some days she doesn't go at all, locking herself in her dorm room.

[Sυммer Rαιɴ || Wrιтιɴɢ ιѕ α cαllιɴɢ, ɴoт α cнoιce.]

Part One of Two



"Having emotions is hard, and it never gets easier."

Nᴀᴍᴇs: Felix Donovan
Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ: Donny, though he hates it.
* Felix, Spanish/Latin, meaning "Lucky" or "Happy"
* Donovan, American, meaning "Strong Fighter"

Aɢᴇ: 16
Bɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ: October 12th, he's a Libra.

Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Male.
Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ: He believes he's Asexual, though in truth he hasn't had much experience with sex, he's just pretty indifferent to it all.

Sᴘᴇᴄɪᴇs: He's an Empath. Technically this means he's human and mortal, but it is a power none the less.
Iᴍᴍᴏʀᴛᴀʟɪᴛʏ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: Not immortal.
Oᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Student at Yokai. He's also signed up for the Fine Arts club.



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Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ: Miharu Rokujo from Nabari No Ou
Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 5'2
Wᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 77 lbs.
Hᴀɪʀ: Not concerned with his appearance, Felix has rather messy hair that always falls on his head in uneven strands. His hair is black, though oddly looks dark brown in certain lights.
Sᴋɪɴ: Pale, fair skin that sunburns way too easily. Good thing he's not fond of hot weather, or waking up early. He prefers the rain, which is perfect for his skin type.
Eʏᴇs: Felix has beautiful green eyes, like dark jade. They portray all his emotions, while his face stays blank, and they're his best physical feature.
Bᴏᴅʏ: Felix, unfortunately, is small and scrawny. He doesn't even weight a hundred pounds, and he has no muscles to speak of. Felix isn't much of an eater, he nibbles on food and doesn't have much appetite, so he never really gains weight, and he's certainly not getting any taller. Felix is about as petite as a boy his age can get. Oh, and he recently found out that he can make little bat-like wings appear on his back.
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Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Felix is that indifferent student who sits in the back of class, ignoring the world. At least, that's how he seems. Felix is a lot more than people give him credit for. He cares a lot, and has a lot of room for emotions... just not his own. Felix is sarcastic, witty, and intelligent. He's bluntly honest but he'll lie when he has to. He's loyal, protective, and very loving. However, Felix has a lot of problems with himself. He's very insecure, and he's lonely 99% of the time. An overwhelming loneliness within him that can't be taken away, from long years of knowing how people felt and never being able to show how he felt. Even so, he makes the choice to keep to himself, because he isn't quite sure how to reach out to others. At least, not consciously. In truth, Felix reaches out just by being himself. It only takes a moment, the smallest of encounters, but he usually makes an impression on people. He just doesn't realize it. Felix is a somber, quiet person. He's not outgoing or loud. He's stubborn, he's patient, he's calm... but he's also emotional. More than he lets anyone see, unless they look into his eyes and realizes it. Felix does, however rare, have a sense of human, and he also can play people like a fiddle. He's rather manipulative, really, when he has a reason to be. Being able to read emotions definitely helps. Despite that, Felix is selfless. Felix... He's the kind of boy who will curl around someone's heart and not let go, and they won't even know how he got there. He's Felix, uniquely himself, rival to no one.

Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs: His intelligence, his wickedly good sarcasm, and his ability to emphasize and understand people.

Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs: His loneliness, his insecurities, and his fear of feeling his own emotions.



Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ: See part two.

Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴs:

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» Eugenia Donovan ﹣ Aunt; 48; Librarian; She hates him, Felix doesn't care about her.

» Reginald Donovan - Uncle; 53; Construction Worker; He hates him, Felix doesn't care about him.

» Lucy Donovan - Mother; 24; Prostitute; His mother wasn't a part of Felix's life. He just knew what a disgrace she was. He didn't know how she's rather unique. A telepath who has slowed aging, she got pregnant with Felix when she was sixteen and even though it's been sixteen years since, she's only just turning twenty four. She's got powers of her own, she just never told him, because he never asked. And even if she wasn't in his life, she always watched over him from afar.



» Azazel Acheron - Father; Immortal; A student but not really a student; Felix has never met his father. He's never even learned much about him. All he knows is his mother was infatuated with him and said their night together was the best night of her life. Felix is unimpressed.



» Markaus Volkrov - His favorite teacher; 28; History Teacher; Felix isn't sure what drew him to Markaus, or even what keeps him magnetized to the teacher's side. But the pain he feels Markaus's had, was like feeling his own pain, his own loneliness, the kind he never would admit feeling. He glimpsed Markaus in that first encounter and saw himself. And his heart broke. He just... knew he wanted to help him get rid of that pain. And then he realized Markaus is a total prat, and he forgot all the touchy feely crap and began to wonder why he was friends with his teacher... but he didn't regret it, and he certainly didn't stop. As long as Markaus didn't tell him to.



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Pᴇᴛ: Felix is allergic to cat fur, but he loves animals, especially cats. So he bought himself a hairless cat he named Tut, like the Egyptian pharaoh.



Fɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ Sᴋɪʟʟs: Felix has no fighting skills. None. Zip. He goes down like a sack of potatoes after a single punch. His skills are intellectual, not physical. However, if it's a matter of destroying your enemy psychologically, he certainly can do so.

Mᴀɢɪᴄ: In a way, his gift is magic. Being an Empath, he can sense people's emotions. If he lets down his shields, it can be as simple as being in the same room. Sometimes he'll even get glimpses of their thoughts, if the emotion is powerful enough. Most times he keeps up shields so he only feels emotions if he touches someone. There are a few other things he hasn't quite mastered yet. Such as if he feels an emotion strongly enough, it overcomes him. Black writing describing that emotion will ink up his skin, and an aura will start to glow around him with a color for each emotion. Blue for sadness, green for jealousy, red for anger, purple for pain, etc. He'll be overcome with this emotion, so much so it's unbearable. But it also helps him emphasize, more than anyone could.

Felix can also do emotional links with people, but they have to be willing. This means what he feels, they feel, and what they feel, he feels. Through this, they kind of sync up, down to their heart beat and breathing. And, if they discuss certain memories so that the one person relives the memory, the other can feel how they felt at the point. It's extremely intimate and sensual, and Felix has never trusted anyone enough to make this link. It can be made long distance but if the distance is too great or if one of them, such as Felix, dies or is hurt badly enough to go unconscious, the link breaks. Painfully.

There's also another one-way link in which Felix can make someone feel a certain emotion. He can make the calmest person burst into a rage, or the happiest person hit a low that makes them on the verge of suicide. He doesn't like to do this, as he doesn't think it's fair.

Along with his emotional powers, Felix also has discovered he can make little bat-like wings appear on his back, like a partial shape-shift. He hasn't quite gotten the hang of it, though.

Wᴇᴀᴘᴏɴs: Does his mind count as a weapon? Probably not. Felix, since he isn't a good fighter, doesn't really use weapons. However, he does have a slingshot that he's pretty skilled with. He likes to crumple up paper notes and slingshot them so they bounce off the back of Markaus's head in class.

Mᴀʀᴋɪɴɢs: Felix has no markings or scars. Unless he uses his power to feel a deep emotion, when the words ink onto his skin. But usually he has nothing on him.



Oᴛʜᴇʀ: Felix has an errational fear of emotion. He doesn't fear others emotions, he fears his own. It's why he acts rather indifferent and tries to pass himself off as not having emotions at all, though this is far from the truth.

Theme Song: Umbrella

[Sυммer Rαιɴ || Wrιтιɴɢ ιѕ α cαllιɴɢ, ɴoт α cнoιce.]

Part Two of Two



History: Felix's family were proud to say they were perfectly normal, thank you very much. They had a perfect little house in a perfect little suburban neighborhood. However, Felix wasn't normal at all. Needless to say, Felix was very alone in his childhood. In truth, his guardians were actually his aunt and uncle. His mother had been his uncle's younger sister, a prostitute who owned nothing but a car and the clothes she worked in. When she fell pregnant by a man Felix never met, she tried to kill herself and failed. Thus she was kept under constant supervision until she had Felix, who was immediately given to his aunt and uncle to be raised, and his mother disappeared once again.

It became apparent at a young age that Felix wasn't normal. As a baby, he never cried. He only ever cried once, when his uncle cried after hearing his wife had miscarried their own child. Then Felix bawled for days, as if sensing how sad his uncle and aunt were. Growing up, he was a quiet child, very observant of the world around him. He never mentioned his unique ability to empathize with others, to feel what they felt. Even sometimes gaining snippets of their thoughts because of how powerful their emotions were. He never spoke of it, even though it was suffocating him.

Many children grow up thinking they're unloved, but Felix could safely say he was. He could feel the contempt when his aunt and uncle looked at him. The pure burden that he was. Every time his aunt failed to get pregnant, she'd be disgusted with the fact the only child she might ever raise was her husband's slut sister's son. They never even had to say anything, Felix could just look at them and know how much they hated him. How much they didn't want him there. At school, he struggled to concentrate. Not because he was dumb, because he was actually rather intelligent, but because he was too busy focusing on everyone else's feelings. This was before he learned to block it out, for the most part. He always considered himself lucky that he'd never really had a crush on someone, especially when he felt the emotions of someone who did. The hope they had, so bright and fluttery, as they asked their friend if they could ask the boy they liked if they liked them. The friend's discomfort as they went to do so. The boy's surprise, occasionally his pride, sometimes his own discomfort because he didn't feel the same. It was the same sad story, usually ending in heartbreak, and Felix felt it all. He was so busy feeling the emotions around him that his own emotions were suffocated, locked away, forgotten. He grew rather indifferent, only moved by others, rather than feeling things himself.

Felix always knew he was different, he just never felt the need to tell anyone. Who would he have told? He didn't really know his parents, not even his mother. His aunt and uncle despised him even living. He had no friends because he was the weird kid who sat in the corner. Instead, he worked on his powers. Eventually he could block things out to where he only got a burst of emotion if he was touching the person. He learned quite a few interesting tricks, and he liked using his gift. It was the one thing he felt made him unique, and since he felt horribly ordinary most days, it was nice to have something that proved he wasn't.

When he turned twelve, his aunt got pregnant and he knew it was only a matter of time before they were ready to get rid of him to welcome their new kid. So before they could, Felix left home. He ran away, out into the world. Somehow, by some force, he ended up stumbling through the tunnel and finding himself in Yokai. At first he was really confused, and terrified when he saw all the strange creatures and things in Yokai. However, he enrolled in their school, knowing this was a chance to be himself. He's about to go to school at Yokai Academy for the first time, and he's hoping, for just once in his life, he'll be the normal kid.

[Mercedes]

Nᴀᴍᴇ(s): Dallon James Ruteledge

Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ(s): Dal


Aɢᴇ: 17

Bɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ: May 4


Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Male

Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Homosexual


Sᴘᴇᴄɪᴇs: Merman

Iᴍᴍᴏʀᴛᴀʟɪᴛʏ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: Not immortal

Oᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Student at Yokai. Member of the Fine Arts Club at Yokai.



Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ:





Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ: Dallon Weekes of Panic! at the Disco

Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 6’4”

Wᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 180 lbs

Hᴀɪʀ: Varying shades of brown depending on the day

Sᴋɪɴ: Fair skinned, fades into ghostly white in the winter time

Eʏᴇs: Dull blue, mostly grey

Bᴏᴅʏ: Tall and lanky. What little build he has is well toned

Vᴏɪᴄᴇ: Dallon Weekes


Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ:

Dallon is most likely the most awkward yet kind kid anyone could ever be around. He’s a little naive, but he tries his best to be a social butterfly and make friends, but most of the time comes off as strange and a little obnoxious. Because of this, he doesn’t talk much with people he doesn’t know and doesn’t really have a verbal filter and will often go off on random and pointless tangents until he’s silenced. When he has an off day, he’ll absorb himself into his music, playing his bass for hours on end and perfecting his sound. This doesn’t make him flawless, however, and often gets upset and even angry when he just can’t get the right note out. Other than this, he has a generally calm aura about him. Often times, since he’s so quiet, he’ll be in the back of the classroom sleeping unnoticed, still somehow passing each test.

Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ(s): His musical skills, his kindness, his even temper

Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇss(ᴇs): His shyness, his naivety, his lack of verbal filter


Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ: Dallon was born in the mortal world to a seemingly normal family. His parents divorced when he was young and he doesn’t remember much before that. All he knows is that his mom hates his dad and his dad hates him mom. Since he was 7 years old, every weekend he would go to his dad’s house and go back home to his mother on Monday night. With his mother, he was a devout Christian. He attended a catholic school from kindergarten until eighth grade where he graduated to go to a public high school, much to the dismay of his mother. The first week of summer that year was spent moving into his dad’s studio apartment on the north side of town. Living with his father was like living in a whole other world. Compared to his mother, everything here was very erratic and unorganized. From wall to wall, paint splattered the walls and blank and half finished paintings lay strewn about the floor and often times found their way to the furniture as well. However crazy it was, he loved it. With his father, he could express himself. He was allowed to explore his interests and hobbies without supervision or intervention. Dallon always had a natural talent for music. He played bass for his school’s traveling band and finally decided that his bass would be what carried him through the good times and the bad, no matter which direction his life went. Everything was great. Within his first year of school he had met his best friend, won his first state competition, and had his first kiss (coincidentally at the same time he found out he was gay). However, sophomore year is when things took a turn for the worse. His dad had a heart attack one day, out of the blue, putting him in the hospital for months and eventually ending his life. Dallon was forced to move back in with his mother who, in his two year leave of absence, had remarried. His mother was as crazy as always, immediately throwing away his ripped jeans and band tees and replacing them with crisp clean khakis and sweater vests. He was placed into an all boys catholic school and all remnants of the life he had with his dad disappeared. All except the bass. He continued to practice his music and even wrote a few songs of his own. He was a member of a band called the Brobecks for a year before they broke up, but still considers it the most successful year of his life. However, in that same year, Dallon also discovered something else about himself. When one showers themselves only to find their legs replaced with a tail and the strange ability to manipulate water, it isn’t easily forgotten. Of course, Dallon couldn’t tell anyone about this, especially not his mother. However, there was nowhere for him to go. One day, he came upon a flyer in the street for a school looking for new students. Not just normal students, though. Monsters. After submitting his application, he packed his bag and entrusted his buddy Declan to say ‘here’ for him during attendance. Dallon made his way through the Tunnel and into the strange world of Yokai Academy. He’s made himself at home with the school, holding his signature spot in the back of the class, always slumped over in a sleeping position. He’s made his home in the underwater city of Yokai academy.

Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ(s): N/A


Pᴇᴛ(s): N/A


Fɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ Sᴋɪʟʟ(s):

Mᴀɢɪᴄ(s): Has the ability to manipulate water, but rarely ever uses it as a weapon, and more of a way to prank and tease people when he’s bored.

Wᴇᴀᴘᴏɴ(s): Always carries his dad’s old handgun, but has never actually had to use it. He would most likely fail to use it properly.

Mᴀʀᴋɪɴɢ(s): No distinguishable marks on him.


Oᴛʜᴇʀ:

[Mercedes]

Nᴀᴍᴇ(s): Charlotte Jaqueline Scorsone

Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ(s): Charlie, CJ (preferred), Char

Aɢᴇ: 16

Bɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ: April 7

Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Female

Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Heterosexual

Sᴘᴇᴄɪᴇs: Human

Iᴍᴍᴏʀᴛᴀʟɪᴛʏ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: Not Immortal

Oᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Student at Yokai. Not a member of any clubs.


Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ:



Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ: Jo Harvelle (Supernatural)

Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 5’4”

Wᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 125 lbs

Hᴀɪʀ: Dirty blonde curls that hang down just below her shoulders.

Sᴋɪɴ: She always has a decent tan, no matter what time of the year

Eʏᴇs: Light hazel/brown

Bᴏᴅʏ: Thin and muscular. It’s obvious she exercises often. She has small breasts, but doesn’t mind. She wouldn’t want to be ogled at all the time anyway.

Vᴏɪᴄᴇ: Jo Harvelle

Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: CJ is very reserved and shy around most other people. Around the people she loves, she’s a total goofball, cracking jokes and just being a dork in general. Unfortunately, she’s not very close to anyone anymore. At school, she’s introverted and finds it hard to approach other students and even teachers..This makes it seem like she’s in a bad mood all the time. CJ is constantly on the defensive, looking out for any person who might approach her. She’s generally in a good mood, but this doesn’t mean she always sunny. Like everyone, she has her off days and it will seem as though has a black cloud hanging over her head. She has a past that she’s pretty vague about.

Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ(s): Sense of humor, easy to get along with, generally in a good mood.

Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇss(ᴇs): hard to get close to, shy, introverted.

Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ: Considering CJ is a human, she’s held up pretty well in this crazy world of monsters. Although, this fact isn’t odd considering she’s lived amongst these creatures for her whole life. Ever wonder where monsters go when they graduate Yokai? They go just about everywhere. The US, Europe, Africa, you name it. They go out into the real world and have children with other monsters and/or humans. That’s where CJ came from. A monster from Yokai met up with a human girl, had a wild night, and then had a human daughter 9 months later. CJ grew up in Chicago with her mother and father and, just as most humans do, she lived a relatively normal life. Everything had its ups and downs. However, one downside to living around humans, as a monster, is that they don’t know how to react when a full blown werewolf transforms in the middle of a rural neighborhood. So naturally, everyone went on a modern manhunt where, instead of pitchforks and torches, there were shotguns and rifles. CJ’s parents wanted to leave immediately, and without hesitation they hit the road. Unfortunately, since the whole country was on a mission to kill her father, it was easier said than done. In a spur of the moment, it was all over. Speeding on the highway on a rainy night quickly became a highspeed chase and hydroplaning into a ravine after being t-boned by the police. It all happened so quickly. The car skidded on the thin layer of water blanketing the pavement and finally came to a stop after rolling and rolling and rolling at the bottom of a ravine. CJ was immediately knocked out and when she came to, her parents were gone and she was stuck in a hospital bed with a dozen monitors and machines hooked to her body. For weeks, she was left in the hospital, visited by relatives, friends, press. The only thing she could muster were clipped and snappy responses to each and every question she was asked, getting tired of hearing the same ones over and over. Are you ok? Yeah. How are you feeling? Fine. Do you want more medicine? Yes. For the years after the experience, CJ struggled with prescription abuse. Eventually, her grandmother intervened, sending her to rehab and then to Yokai. ‘It’ll be good for you!’ Yeah, sure.
She packed her bag with a roll of her eyes and was on her way into the world of monsters, treated, annoyingly, as a ‘welcome legacy’. ‘We sure are glad to have a Scorsone here once again!’ Whatever you say.

Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ(s):

» Nᴀᴍᴇ ﹣Joseph Scorsone (Deceased)

Pᴇᴛ(s): None

Fɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ Sᴋɪʟʟ(s): CJ took karate and judo as a kid, but isn’t great with hand-to-hand combat, but instead is skilled in her use of weapons.

Mᴀɢɪᴄ(s): None

Wᴇᴀᴘᴏɴ(s): Often times, she’ll have her gun on her and isn’t afraid to pull the trigger; watch yourself. She’s got multiple other knives in her dorm room.
Mᴀʀᴋɪɴɢ(s): A scar above her left eyebrow from her accident. Another scar on her hip from the same one.

[Jasper, Jazz Master]

Part 1/3

Nᴀᴍᴇ(s):Jasper Caede
Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ(s):Jazzy,pretty much it.
*Persian meaning for: Keeper of Treasure

Aɢᴇ: Visual: 23 Actual: 2,495
Bɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ: November 27th

Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Male
Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Bicurious



Sᴘᴇᴄɪᴇs: Vampire
Iᴍᴍᴏʀᴛᴀʟɪᴛʏ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: Immortal
Oᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Student at Yokai Academy, Member of Student Council, Member of Fine Arts club, Member of Illegal fighting club, and doesn't have a job.


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Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ: Nanase Haruka /pictures sometimes used from Cadis Etrama di Raizel/
Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 6'5
Wᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 140
Hᴀɪʀ: Midnight black
Sᴋɪɴ: Ivory
Eʏᴇs: A deep sea blue, crimson, almost black, when in vampire form.
Bᴏᴅʏ: Jasper has just the right amount of muscle, his body toned and defined with the result of his working out. If he were to ever shed his clothing in front of you, you would see the many scars lining his torso, back, and a harsh gash close to his jugular. And then if you look even closer on his neck, you can see two faint marks from where he was turned.
Vᴏɪᴄᴇ: The typical low, slight accented, rather alluring voice.

Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Jasper is a strange fellow. He lacks communication skills, or just doesn't express his them, and has a large chunk of social awkward. He doesn't like to socialize and doesn't like people in general due to their wishy-washy, disloyal nature. He prefers to be alone with his music and his artwork. He is a rather peaceful being, not really one for violence, and expresses mostly through his crafts and creations. He is rather stoic, though he is very sarcastic and to the point. He can't stand preppy people and would rather kill himself be partnered with one. He is rather talented, but he would never show anyone. Once you get closer to him, his ice barrier he puts up melts, but he is extremely hard to crack. Don't bring up his past unless you want your jugular ripped and tied into a bow.
Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ(s): School, fighting, fine arts, tolerance, self-control, avoiding others.
Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇss(ᴇs): Silver, his backstory, social activities, relationships, making promises and commitments, showing emotion, expressing emotion.



Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ: Part 2

Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ(s):
» Daemon Tenebris ﹣ Adoptive brother, they quarrel quite a bit.
» Drusilla (?) - Usually partnered with her for everything since they're in most of the same committees, not fond of her.
» (More as progresses)

Pᴇᴛ(s): Wouldn't mind a bird, but doesn't really like anything else.

Fɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ Sᴋɪʟʟ(s): He goes undefeated in the illegal fighting club, if that tells you anything.

Mᴀɢɪᴄ(s): People-repellant

Wᴇᴀᴘᴏɴ(s): A knife and maybe a pistol if he's feeling it.

Mᴀʀᴋɪɴɢ(s): The countless scars from his long years of life, plus a tribal looking tattoo on his shoulder which spreads onto his chest some and then down his arm.

Oᴛʜᴇʀ: When he gets extremely upset, he'll curse and yell in Greek.

[Jasper, Jazz Master]

Jasper Continued

Part 2/3


History -
Jasper was a bastard child. Born in ancient Persia out of wedlock to a dishonest husband and whore, he was abandoned. Around this time, the Greco-Persian wars were occuring, the battle of Thermopylae raging on and stealing men from their homes and into battle. With the Persian's invading Greece, Jasper's father believed that it would be the best way to kill the child with no repercussions upon his behalf. He left Jasper amongst hostile Greek warriors, a basket of cloth being his resting place, being placed in a Spartan village. Jasper was discovered by a kind young woman, post Persian victory, and was taken in. His existence was concealed until two years of age, when he spoke the language of Greek and began to travel, when he was discovered by guards on patrol. Due to his odd appearance and lack of Greek attributes, his keeper was slaughtered and he was to be soon after. It was that he was brought into the council of elders to decide his fate, when luck arrived.
"He is the scum of the Persian's, true, offspring of the filthy rodents, but if we raise this child to become a true Spartan warrior, what shall become of them? To see the look in their eyes when realization strikes in them that one of their own is striking down his own people? A form of revenge bittersweet, a task that I am willing to uphold if you’ll let me. The child shall become mine, I shall raise him," spoke the army general, newly appointed and in attempt of proving his rank. And so, Jasper was taken in, his name a joke amongst his people due to its origins. A name of dishonor and disgrace, one used as derogatory and in haunting tales. Being raised up in a society you aren't welcome in is a terrible way to be raised, not to mention the at home life.
When Jasper first arrived at his new household, things were tense but normal. His treatment was normal, a little harsh words from time to time, but never too harsh. It wasn’t until a month of living and adjusting with his new family when the discipline began. A night at dinner, requesting a utensil to consume his meal with, and roughly backhanded in response for being ‘greedy,’ of his father’s doing. He was surprised by the most part, shock soon fading and bringing an apology to his lips and a form of fear. No apology was given to the toddler, only forgiveness to the young boy’s apology and sending him to his room without dinner. This pattern was the first of multiple. When something went wrong, it was Jasper's fault. No matter what situation, whom was involved, where it was at, Jasper was the receiver of punishment and blame. A disobedient soldier, a sprained wrist on his part. An angry merchant, a busted lip and bruised eye for him. Even with the lack of any events that could have caused his father distress, he was still blamed for the ruining of the older man’s life. His lack of understanding of the situation and his belief that what he was doing was of wrong manners corrupted him, causing a terror to instill within him. As he grew, punishments grew progressively worse. It went from a sprained wrist to teeth being pulled, a backhand to the back of his hand being burned. All for simple things that he lacked fault in. Yet he believed in it, believing his father had to love him somewhere, and that it was his fault for his father’s rage. That belief shaped his mindset as he grew older.
It wasn’t until age eight that things begun to progressively get better. His father seemed lighthearted, beatings not as harsh, and he actually received more than a piece of bread a week. He seemed to relax a bit, letting his guard down and just accepting it graciously. Around the same time, his father brought home a woman. This woman was lovely, a bit young it seemed for his father, but they seemed completely in love. Jasper was a bit mystified by her, having never seen a smile genuinely on his father’s face. And he was happy. Happy that his father was happy. Of course he didn’t make eye contact, not wanting to get his father in a bad mood, but he assumed his presence was just going to create a tension, so he went to leave. That’s when his father introduced the girl to him. Her name was Maria, a lovely name for a lovely Greek woman, Jasper even going so far to bow within her presence. His father must have been the happiest man in all of Sparta, because he let Jasper eat with his guest and have a full plate. During conversation, he never interrupted unless asked a question, a very respectable little eight year old. At some point, Maria had asked if he would like anything from her plate. Being that everyone was so jovial and kind tonight, he obliged, reaching a hand towards her plate. But that was his mistake, his ignorance having taken control of his mind and not realizing the mistakes he made. A knife was stabbed through his hand, through the table, a loud yell of pain coming from his lips that caused the knife to go deeper on Maria’s part. Her smile was smug and demented, simply stating, “I asked if you wanted it, not that you could have it. Silly demon.” Jasper held back his tears as Maria and his father laughed jovially, enjoying their conversation, leaving the eight year old to pull the knife out himself towards the end of the night. A safe haven that was lost, and it was then that he realized he would never be able to trust anyone of his father’s company.
As time continued, the punishments were dually provided from both his father and Maria, progressing to be even harsher, if possible, at the marriage. He was about fourteen when the announcement was made of Maria’s pregnancy. She was treated like a goddess amongst the village, the general to have a child worthy of claiming as his own. The people spoke of how strong the young boy would be, of how amazing the young man, such a fighter and true Spartan he would become. Jasper, even if he was downgraded even more, he was excited to have a sibling. He would protect them at no matter what costs, protect them from the punishments of their parents. When time came round, the baby was born, a beautiful baby girl. The expectations of Maria and his father were crushed and they looked down at her as if she was dirt, giving her little thought and care, but caring for her nonetheless. It wasn’t until little Ethina was about age three that they allowed her to tend to herself and they began the punishments. At this point in time, Jasper had just turned seventeen, old enough to care for the child and act as a father where their own father lacked. He took triple the beatings and punishments to take them for his little sister. Ethina was so beautiful, such a precious thing, he couldn’t see why they would want to ruin that, the innocence that brought on her lively attitude and actions.
Jasper stayed with the family for the sake of his little sister, punishments inhumane, cruel, and unimaginable to the normal family. Used as a target for spear practice, fingers cut to the point of where they would barely hang on unless sewn, and teeth pulled and hammered into skin, torture whips used along his back that caused the river of blood to flow, carving words of ancient Greek into his skin, hung by hooks whilst shirtless without the option to come down until his father saw fit. Jasper endured twenty one years of his life going through the torture of family, trying to protect the human that was created and abandoned, and trying to live himself. It wasn’t until he was twenty-three years of age that he grew tired. Tired of being terrified to eat a single morsel for the sake of being burned until the white of bone was visible. Tired of being beaten for asking a question, tired of fearing for the life of his little sister every day simply for the sake of her living. So it was decided. He would stand up to his father.
It wasn’t too long later that the man received his chance, the twenty-three year old having had his chance. It was as his father went to throw a punch, Jasper caught his father’s wrist. His dad, taken by surprise, stood still from shock, slowly forming into anger, and then outrage. Words not fit for saying aloud were spoken, and Jasper threw a punch and made contact with his nose with a satisfying crack. Even though his abuse, he’d been training like a Spartan, so he was strong. The young man continued to release his rage. Over twenty years of dishonesty, disloyalty, hatred, disgust, lack of affection, all of this having been delivered to him. So why shouldn’t he be allowed to deliver it back? He beat his father nearly to death before he was stopped by guards making their rounds. He fought against them to, nearly getting free hadn’t another of the militia knocked him out with a shield. When he awoke, he was bound to a chair with a warm feeling running down his face and a massive headache. His father was discussing things with the guards and when they saw that Jasper was awake, they decided to make him pay for what he’d done to his father. They chanted the insults over and over again whilst torturing him, all four of the men. And it wasn’t until he blacked out that he saw that his poor sister was having to watch it all.
It wasn’t until he realized that he was being moved that he regained consciousness, blinking open his eyes and just seeing the faint light of a torch. Trying to move his hands, he found he couldn’t, them being bound along with his ankles being shackled. He had accepted that if he didn’t get killed in the process, he would most likely be sent for execution or into slave work, but this wasn’t like the trials he’d heard of. He was being taken down a dark tunnel below ground, the only form of light being the torch that was held in front of him and whomever brought him down here. His vision was still blurry, from the most likely concussion, broken bones, and blood loss, so even the torch was of no help. It wasn’t until they reached a room that a chill reached him, realization of what they were doing. He couldn’t fight back either, he saw no use in it. The room was what looked like a form of pit with a single chair in the middle, no windows or doors, no anything. Just a steel chair bolted to the ground and dirt. Long story short, he was bolted and chained along with the chair, the door was bolted from the outside, and he was left to rot. No food, water, fresh air, fresh clothing, just him and the chair.
It had been a few days before he heard footsteps in the never-ending silence. He had been the only living soul within the earth with only the sound of his own breathing, heartbeat, and voice. So to hear footsteps that weren’t his own was terrifying yet sparked hope within him. He stayed silent as he heard the bolt move with slight struggle, then the door opened. It was little Ethina with a small basket or what smelt of food. She had come to his aid as he had her. She ended up feeding him pieces of her dinner, talking to him and telling him she loved him, that it would be okay and she would find a way to get him out of there. This process was of repetition, Ethina arriving when she could to feed him every day or so, speak with him to make sure he wasn’t alone, and to know that she was there for him. There was even a period to where she didn’t come and he grew worried of her well-being and almost broke the chains with the adrenaline he had, but she showed up a week or so later. So this pattern continued for nearly three months when it happened.

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[Jasper, Jazz Master]

History Continued

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History :
It had been two days since Ethina had come to see him, Jasper not thinking much of it because she did have to live her life as well instead of caring for him, even if he did appreciate it greatly. He heard footsteps and a smile lit his face, awaiting for the struggle of the bolt and a little rhythm that would be tapped to be clarified to be her. She seemed to be taking a little stroll, calmly and collectively, because the footsteps were slow and timed, Jasper giving a little chuckle. He said not one word though, hearing the click of the bolt and then a little rhythm and he awaited to see the light of the torch that would light her way into the pit of darkness. Yet no torch came. It was a little concerning, seeing as she had always used a torch, but maybe she could navigate. He heard those footsteps, barely there, but he heard them. They were travelling around him, in a predatory manner, swift and quiet, as if stalking. At one point he even requested verbally that she stop, beginning to get freaked out, his heart pounding in his chest. Then the footsteps stopped, and he wasn’t sure where they were or if he was just imagining it. Chills were sent down his spine and his blood ran cold as the whisper of a man met his ear, familiar as if from a guard, right next to him in the silence, “As you wish,” and then he felt a presence close to his neck.
His shock was still instilled in him when he felt the sharp pain, unable to scream or breathe, just allow the burning to course through his veins. His ears were ringing, sea blue eyes bright wide, and he wasn’t sure when the scream escaped his lips. Blood-curling, heart-stopping, chill-inducing scream that lasted as he thrashed in his chair, even after whomever that had been left. The pain was agonizing, a violent awakening causing his screams to grow ever louder and his throat to burn with what seemed of a thirst. It wasn’t long until things went dark.
Within the next few days, Ethina finally was able to come down into the tunnel. She had been training with her mother and going through her daily schooling and she had always had someone by her side in the past week, so no clean getaway. With torch in one hand and basket in the other, she slid open the lock with struggle and gave her little tap. There was no response. Concerned, she opened the door, used to hearing the little tap in return. She rose the torch to shine within the darkness, finding the seat surprisingly empty. Had he found a way out? He couldn’t have possibly gotten through the doors, she struggled even with the bolt on her side. She moved along the room, shining the light, concerned and a little scared. Out of curiosity, she called to him, looking around to no avail. She sighed softly, not wanting to let her parents know she’d been down here but wanting to get him help. She sat in the chair as she thought of ways she could work things out, how to send people to help find him. It wasn’t until she looked up at the ceiling that her heart nearly stopped. Jasper was on the ceiling, crouched within one of the corners, his eyes a bright crimson, focused down on her with a look of pure hunger. She couldn’t even scream before the time he was on her.
Within the silence, there was the thumping of a heartbeat, faint and quickly fading, but still there. Blood dripped from the walls, the chair, and the door, the white toga he had been wearing was now red, like royalty. Upon the floor was a mangled heap in pieces, an arm across the room, innards spread amongst the length of the room, pieces of leg missing. Her chest was torn open, throat looking as a single bone covered in the blood and flesh shown. Her eye was gone, within the chair. And there stood Jasper. His eyes were the only light, despite the dying light of the torch, arms cloaked in blood, looking like red sleeves, hair matted and face in a craze from the ripping apart of his little sister. Whatever he had done, he had slaughtered his sister. In his haze and fear, he ran. Ran as fast as his legs could carry him, which was rather fast due to whatever had caused him to do that.
Jasper soon figured out what he was and took months, even years to get over, or at least tolerate what he did. He was a vampire, being turned by one of the sick guards that put him in that pit of black. With no knowledge of really what all a vampire did, he decided to travel to gain more information. Amongst the lore, they were immortal and could only be killed by silver, garlic, and crucifixes, or anything holy for that matter. And so he tested these theories. Suicide was useless, homicide did him no good, and he just couldn’t die, no matter how much he wanted to. But he decided to make the most of his time. He travelled Europe, learned the new languages and cultures, lived through wars, loved and hated, felt pain and joy. It has been way past time since he turned. Jasper is 2,495 years old with the face of twenty three, and he couldn’t hate it more. He currently resides as a student council member of Yokai Academy with his adoptive brother Daemon, one whom took care of him later in life, and has his own apartment. He hates to even mention his past, so that’s a big no-no.

[Ghost~still Luna~]

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Name: Mizore Shirayuki
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Species(monster): Snow Fairy Aka Yuki Onna
Sexuality: Heterosexual

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Crush:Open
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Mizore is a lonely, depressed and misunderstood girl. In the first semester she confessed her love to her teacher Okuto Katsubo, he then began to take advantage of her, leading Mizore to freeze him. With the incident and rumors spreading about her, but after meeting and becoming friends with everyone after a short bout between her and the vampire, Moka Akashiya, she's shown to be a reserved girl with little emotions, which she only expresses when having moments with whomever she likes at the time. She also has moments where she acts like a bit of a stalker but those are rare.Mizore is really kind at heart as well.


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Appearance: Mizore has light purple hair which was long when she was introduced, but she later cut it. She has blue eyes, with a bit of purple at the top. Her pupils are not black, but they are blue. At school, she wears a different kind of uniform than most of her classmates; she wears a light brown pleated checkered skirt, a white sweatshirt with long dark blue sleeves with a black singlet underneath and a yellow pendant. She wears long dark & light purple striped stockings with white shoes and has a belt tied to her left leg. It is unknown what she kept in the front pouch of her sweatshirt. She is almost always seen with a lollipop in her mouth, which maintains her body temperature.
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Face Claim: Mizore Shirayuki


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History When she was young,Mizore had befriended a human boy and after confessing that she is a Yuki-onna, he ran away and never spoke to her again. Mizore Shirayuki is a Yuki-onna who is frequently seen with a lollipop in her mouth (Yuki-onna are vulnerable to warm climates, so they suck on special ones with frost inside, so that they can keep cool)In the past, she confessed her love to a teacher until he began taking advantage of her, freezing him as a result. With the incident and rumors spreading about her, lt only made it hard for herself to trust anyone.After what seemed to be a really long time Mizore finally came back to the academy in hopes of things being better. She eventually made friends but Mizore upon returning to the academy had hopes of finding a lover,someone who could love her despite what she is.
Mizore eventually had almost given up but she had friends who kept telling her not to give up on finding love.She was happy because she had the best of friends.So eventually she was able to trust others again and she wasn't as unapproachable as before.


Magic: Cryokenisis
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Family: Mother: Tsurara Shirayuki
Father: Mr. Shirayuki
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[Ghost~still Luna~]

"I'm a lovely girl really but people say I'm coldhearted"
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Just who exactly do you think you are? No one is supposed to touch me unless I say so

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the first time she had ever known someone to be kind to her made her speechless

Name: Shikama Hiragi
Age:18
Faceclaim: IA from vocaloid
Appearance:
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"maybe you're the one for me "

gender:female
Species:Vampire
Immortality: immortal
height: 5"1
weight: unknown but is very lightweight
complexion:pale but fair skinned

sexuality:straight
crush:Open
relationship status:single
Family: distant cousin of Moka Akashiya
Friends:open

"maybe if you are good to me I'll make it worth your time"

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partner she works with occasionally:open

personality:the only people she doesn't appear coldhearted to those she cares for but those who do know her and get to know her say she is a kind lovely girl and she puts others before herself and is mostly quiet but once she gets to know someone she tends to open up a bit more depending on who the person is and if she trusts them. Due to some personal issues she rarely speaks but if she trusts the person she will speak to them.

History:Shikama didn't have the best of lives but she was always able to make others smile.One day when she was walking home from school she came across a man who appeared hurt and so she stopped to see if the man needed help and the next thing she knew she woke up in her home but she didn't notice that she had been bitten,she didn't know she wasn't human anymore until she started noticing her family's heartbeat and ould hear the blood rushing through their veins,she then packed her stuff and left,she couldn't risk hurting them. (rest will be rp'd)

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"If I fall will you be there to catch me?"


nicknames: Shi, ice queen,little princess,Angel
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Wh..what do you want with me?

Shikama is a newly turned vampire so she had come to yokai academy in hopes of finding a vampire who would help her and train her.

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Oh...you..you like me?


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"wh..what are you...." her voice faltered because of how shy she had gotten around him in that moment

likes:
-music
-whoever she is crushing on

Shikama is a newly turned vampire

the rest of what she likes is a secret tbrp'd
special secret: she dresses as a neko when whoever she is crushing on is in a mood to make him happy

"Nyah, h...how may I serve you Master?" Shikama tilted her head looking at him


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"Take my hand"


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"No don't leave me all alone again!" she would cry as she woke up from a bad dream and she would then sit up and draw her knees to her chest.
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Other: Shikama is in the Fine Arts Club and a Student Council member and a student at yokai academy.

[Rose]

Nᴀᴍᴇ(s): Star Knight

Aɢᴇ: 18
Bɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ: October 31

Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Female
Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Heterosexual

Sᴘᴇᴄɪᴇs: Witch
Iᴍᴍᴏʀᴛᴀʟɪᴛʏ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: Not immortal
Oᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏn: Yokai Student


Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ:


Though a lot of the times she’s without her hat.

Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ: N/A
Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 5’9”
Wᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 136 lb
Hᴀɪʀ: Black
Sᴋɪɴ: Pale
Eʏᴇs: Violet
Bᴏᴅʏ: Slender
Vᴏɪᴄᴇ: Undecided

Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: After her time in the new aged era of the human world, she began to become more independent and mischievous, while also becoming used to all the technology, and her overall personality began to change from what it was as a child. Often preferring to either read, write, or causing a bit of trouble when she can. She’s not afraid to fight if necessary, but if she knows she won’t win, she’ll probably get out of there and fast. She’s often caught listening in on other’s conversations, learning others secrets when they don’t realize they’re being watched. She’s not a complete know it all, but will work hard to learn what she can in the classes she’s in, though will often be caught reading another book in class instead of paying attention. She'll often go silent if she's mad though, ignoring pretty much everyone and everything except her book.
Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ(s): Intelligent, magic, ability to keep secrets, writing
Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇss(ᴇs): Annoying, stubborn, blunt, elemental magic, occasionally over confident, doesn’t always have control of powers,

Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ: Star was born 16 years before the Salem witch trials began in Salem, Massachusetts. She was never really allowed to have friends, nor was she allowed outside the house for most her life. When she was two, her little sister, Lyric was born, though her parents never loosened their reins on her life. She loved her sister dearly, though even as a child, she longed to go outside instead of being trapped up inside. Around her 5th birthday, her powers began to surface, and often times the child would lose control, a lot of times leading to things being levitated or things on fire, due to her already unstable powers.
As her powers began to show, her mother often tried to teach her how to control and use her powers correctly, especially to keep from blowing their cover. One night during her training, her powers went haywire, and instead of starting some random thing in the house on fire, her hands burst into flames. She scared and confused, the screaming child’s powers erupted around her. Items and people began to float, one of the pets just up and disappeared, it was complete and utter discord. It wasn’t until her mother put out the flames that everything sort of went back to the way it was…except for the pet….that never came back, though the girl’s hands were horribly scared. Her mother tried her best to heal her hands, it took her awhile to heal, but she couldn’t get rid of the scars it left behind. So she gave a pair of long black gloves that help hide the scars from everyone else, but also because they enchanted to keep her from starting another fire.
As she got older, both Star and Lyric grew in magical talent, but unlike Star, Lyric had less restraints on her life, even allowing her to go outside. At times Star would be jealous of her sister, for having never left the house before. Often she would be watching children run around and her sister making friends, from her window, all because she couldn’t be trusted outside.
By the time she was 15 the young witch, caught sight of the neighbor’s boy who was just a year or so older than her, working out in his backyard, and for the naïve girl she was, she fell for him instantly. A few times she would find a way to sneak out of the house, just to get a better look at him in person. A little stalkerish? Yes, but for once she wasn’t afraid to sneak to do something she wanted.
It was the night before her 16th birthday, and the witch trials had already began to happen earlier that year, and there seemed like no sign of stopping anytime soon, that her mother had caught her sneaking out. The two had gotten into an argument, and Star’s mental reins on her powers began to slip, just enough to cause attention to the house, meaning the house began to start floating off the ground. It wasn’t long till people from the village to show up. The whole family had been arrested, including her sister. They were put on a quick trial, for there was no way to deny a floating house, and were sentenced to death by hanging the next day, All Hallows' Eve(Halloween), Star’s birthday.
The next day, she was bound, and pushed through the square of the town, towards the gallows, the rest of her family nowhere in sight, so she didn’t know if they were already killed or not. People from the town cursed at her, threw rocks at her, as she walked up to her death, silent tears sliding down her cheeks, knowing this would be the end for her. She stepped up to her death, and as they put the noose around her neck, something snapped inside her. All the grief, that she was the cause for her family’s death, caused something in her to snap, for as suddenly as her control over her powers slipped, everything began to happen. The witch began to float in the air, her eyes glowing a bright purple, and suddenly the gallows began to shake bellow her. The noose around her neck untied itself, wrapping it around the executioner’s neck, strangling him, the stones that had been thrown at her, flying back at the people. It all lasted for a matter of a few seconds when a sudden popping nose, almost like the sound of a gun, and with a burst of power she disappeared, setting fire to anything nearby made of wood.
When she awoke, she was laying on the grass, the busy noise of technology and busy cities filled her ears. She rose to her feet shakily, confused on what had happened and where she was. This wasn’t her little town she sort of called home, this was all different. It took her a long time to get used to all the new aged stuff, like cars, and cell phones, etc. After 6 months of living in the human world, the witch somehow found her way to the realm of Yokai, where she’s been ever sense.

Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ(s):
» Lyric Knight﹣16 year old sister, witch, talented musician.


Pᴇᴛ(s): A black cat named Shadow


Fɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ Sᴋɪʟʟ(s): She tends to rely on her magic, though will use a weapon if necessary
Mᴀɢɪᴄ(s): teleportation, able to summon things at will, healing. I mean she’s a witch, she can do a lot of things with magic…just don’t ask for elemental magic…..it doesn’t end well.
Wᴇᴀᴘᴏɴ(s): Dagger, and bow
Mᴀʀᴋɪɴɢ(s): Burn scars on her arms and hands that she either covers up with her gloves or with either magic or makeup

[Dae]

Nᴀᴍᴇ(s): Aspen
Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ(s): None

Aɢᴇ: 22
Bɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ: May 17th

Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Male
Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Homosexual

Sᴘᴇᴄɪᴇs: Dire Wolf
Iᴍᴍᴏʀᴛᴀʟɪᴛʏ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: Mortal. Life span up to 150 years.
Oᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Student


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Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ: Camden Sutkowski
Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 5’9"
Wᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 160
Hᴀɪʀ: Dark Brown
Sᴋɪɴ: Pale
Eʏᴇs: A brilliant, fiery orange, similar to a color associated to fall.
Bᴏᴅʏ: Slender
Vᴏɪᴄᴇ: Light and cheerful

Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Aspenis quite the cheeky devil, that’s for damn sure. He’s very intelligent, almost terrifyingly so, but he often pretends to be dumb, simply because he’d been bullied when he was younger for being the ‘brainiac’. He stubborn and has a hot temper that will flash in a moment’s notice, but at the same time, he can be level headed when it counts, along with the fact that he can be a good leader when he wants to be. Just like his mom.
Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ(s): Smart, Leader, Quick Thinking
Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇss(ᴇs): Self conscious, Fearful of what people think, Stubborn

Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ: Aspen was born in a hospital, just like most babies. He was raised by a single mother, since his father had never been in the picture to begin with, and was practically raised inside Yokai Academy. He knows the campus like the back of his hand, and knows all of the people in it rather well to boot. He has just become old enough to start school there, and right off the bat things had gone bad. Assholes in his class can’t seem to leave him alone, since his mother was a teacher and all. It wasn’t his fault that he personally knew all of the professors. He’s been close friends with a lot of the students at Yokai, but none of them are in his classes, anyway.

Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ(s):
» Nᴀᴍᴇ ﹣Melody Davidson (Mother)

Pᴇᴛ(s): None

Fɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ Sᴋɪʟʟ(s):
Mᴀɢɪᴄ(s): Fire, Shadow Travel, Small levels of fear.
Wᴇᴀᴘᴏɴ(s): Dagger
Mᴀʀᴋɪɴɢ(s): None

Oᴛʜᴇʀ:
None

[Sυммer Rαιɴ || Wrιтιɴɢ ιѕ α cαllιɴɢ, ɴoт α cнoιce.]

"Strength... is an illusion. All men are weak when they see their death unfolding. It is through knowing your weakness, that you obtain true strength. I know my weaknesses. Do you?"

Nᴀᴍᴇ: Shiki Akashiya
Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ: Just Shiki, not really a nickname.
* Shiki, Japanese, meaning "Ceremony"
* Akashiya, Japanese, meaning "Shining over Heaven"

Aɢᴇ: 19
Bɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ: July 7th. He's a Leo.

Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Male
Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Homosexual

Sᴘᴇᴄɪᴇs: He's a human gifted with some demonic powers, through a demon sword he wields. He's slightly faster and stronger than the average human, and he's extremely proficient in fighting. However, he is still human. He can die like any other.
Iᴍᴍᴏʀᴛᴀʟɪᴛʏ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: Mortal.
Oᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: He's kind of a student at Yokai Academy, though in truth he skips most classes and doesn't really care if he gets good grades.

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Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ: Shiki from Togainu no Chi
Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 5'9
Wᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 135 lbs
Hᴀɪʀ: Shiki's hair is an inky black, held into place with hair gel. When his hair is wet, it hangs on his head and gets rather curly, even though he usually styles it straight.
Sᴋɪɴ: Shiki is strangely pale. Many think him a vampire like Moka or Shikama, but in truth he merely likes the dark more than the light, and tends to live in gloomy places where his skin doesn't get much sun.
Eʏᴇs: Despite being human, Shiki has unique red eyes, pure blood red. They shine like bloodstones, standing out against his dark hair and pale skin.
Bᴏᴅʏ: Shiki is tall and slender, his body toned from years of training but not buff, because he values being fast rather than being strong. Though he's plenty of both.
Vᴏɪᴄᴇ: Sample

Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Shiki isn't heartless. He's not emotionless. There's a difference between having no emotions, and being able to separate your emotions and lock them away. Shiki is the latter. Shiki is an incredibly intelligent young man, he doesn't miss a beat. He's sharp-minded and has a lot of quick wit. Shiki isn't needlessly cruel, at least in his opinion, because when he decides to kill someone he usually grants quick, bloody deaths. Though if he really likes you or really hates you, he'll make it slow and agonizing. He's a Masochist and a Sadist, he enjoys putting people in pain and he enjoys to feel pain. Shiki isn't sarcastic often, usually he's bluntly honest and straight forward. Though he does enjoy patronizing people, just because he knows he's either right, or smarter than them. Now, let's get back to him not being heartless. No, Shiki isn't heartless. In fact, if he loves someone, he gives all of himself. Every breath, every movement, every whisper from his lips, all for that person. His very heart beats for them and them alone. Even if he would never say he loves them, or bring them candy and flowers like a normal boyfriend would. He's not the marrying, small gestures, cute, adorable guy that people like to date. He's more than that. He has this intense way of loving people, the kind that feels like he'd kill them, or kill himself for them, and it isn't possible to tell which. Shiki is in one word, intense. He's got a focus to him, a passion, a demand. It's like the world lulls towards him like waves to a beach. He may be just human, fragile as that may be, but he knows it, and he uses it to his advantage. Shiki is complicated and simple all in one. He's unpredictable, and intoxicating. Yet there's always the feeling that with Shiki comes death. Whether that means his death or someone else, no one knows.

Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs: His discipline, his intelligence, his determination. He also knows himself and his abilities well, and he knows how much he can take.

Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs: His humanity, his mortality, and his disdain for life.



Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ: There's not much to talk about with Shiki's history. People in the Akashiya have always been involved in the demonic entities, ever since Moka was turned into a vampire. Shiki's father was a merchant who had a black market deal going on for things that were... well, possessed is a strong world. More like inhabited by hell-bound spirits. Shiki, growing up, was a quiet child. Intelligent, mature for his age. His father wouldn't allow any foolishness or game playing, so Shiki never really was a kid. He was the son of a rich, darkly intuned family, so he had to be strong and smart and perfect at all times. At a young age, Shiki began learning swordsmanship under the tutelage of a very strict man who used pain to teach. Not that Shiki cared, because it worked. Before he knew it, he was a master. He could beat grown men by the time he was twelve. Humans, anyway. Finally, his father gifted him a sword, a very special sword. A long samurai blade that had a dark hilt with deep red wrappings, as if soaked in blood. His father didn't think Shiki would even be able to lift it, much less use it, but he was proven wrong. Shiki was a natural. It was like the blade spoke to him, connected with him. It was another part of himself, some darkness in him holding onto it, accepting it. Shiki's first victims were his parents, his father first. Blood to fully bond himself to his new sword. And he didn't shed a single tear. It wasn't that he didn't care and couldn't cry. Shiki was human, after all. It was because his father was a merciless bastard and he'd made Shiki grow up to be just like him. Shiki killed his father for many reasons. For training him to the bone until he was no longer a child. For scaring off any crush Shiki ever had, calling them "Distractions". For being weak. And those reasons are why his father died quickly to Shiki's wrath, and was left in the past.

Shiki moved around for a while from the age of nineteen to now. Everywhere he went, people died. Anyone who looked at him wrong or said something he didn't like, it didn't matter. It wasn't that he was cruel or blood lustful, just that he didn't like people much. Plus, he liked using his sword. Yet the humans got too easy for him, too boring. It was about six months ago that Shiki heard whispers of a dimension called Yokai. A home for the powerful, the demonic, the inhuman. Shiki had never fit in among humans, and so he decided to go to this Yokai. Maybe he'd meet a worthy opponent, for once.



Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴs:

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» Moka Akashiya ﹣His immortal vampire grandmother (more like great, great, a hundred more greats in front of grandmother); She appears 17, she's actually 700, immortal; A student at Yokai Academy, a cheerleader; Shiki and Moka talk occasionally, and they know they're related, but they aren't close.



» Shikama Hiragi - Distant cousin of some kind, closer to his great grandmother Moka than him on the family tree; 18, Immortal; Student of Yokai; Shiki's barely met Shikama. Even though he has the family name of Akashiya and she doesn't, she's closer to Moka on the family tree than he is. Plus, he's mortal, and Shikama and Moka are both vampires. Shiki isn't too close to Shikama.



» Daemon Tenebris - Rival/Sex Toy; Appears 22, actually 1,000 something, Immortal; Protector and student of Yokai, Wrath; Daemon was supposed to be the most powerful demon in Yokai. Yet Shiki beat him, and changed everything he thought to be true about himself.



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Pᴇᴛ: None.

Fɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ Sᴋɪʟʟs: Shiki is a skilled fighter, and it has nothing to do with him being born as some monster. He's human, his skill is his and his alone. He's worked hard to get to the level he's at. It's why he won't boast, because boasting would cheapen it. Shiki is never more graceful than when he's fighting. Utterly calm, focused, he moves with a certainty. His sword becomes an extension of his arm, his body just a vessel to power his attacks. He's deadly, and beautiful, and human, in its best form.

Mᴀɢɪᴄ: He has no magic, though his sword grants him extra speed, strength, and slightly faster healing. However, for the most part, no magic.

Wᴇᴀᴘᴏɴs: He has several weapons hidden in his clothes. His cross necklace he always wears comes apart to become a silver stake, for example. He also has several daggers, and some thin but strong chains laced around his waist to use as needed. He also has a few vials of poison he keeps on him. However, his most important weapon is his demon sword. It looks like a simple samurai sword, but it radiates with demonic energy. This sword is as powerful as any S-class monster. It's a wonder a human like Shiki has the strength to wield it, but he does. This sword does extra bleeding damage in particular, and those struck with it may find healing to be more difficult.

Mᴀʀᴋɪɴɢs: Shiki has several thin blade scars along his wrists, and some scratch markings on his back from the fingernails of his past lovers. However, otherwise he has no markings.

Oᴛʜᴇʀ: Shiki speaks both English and Japanese fluently, yet his accent is a drawling British tone like that of Moka when he speaks English.

[Mercedes]

Nᴀᴍᴇ(s): Saran Blom
Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ(s): None
*Saran- Joy
*Blom- Bloom
Aɢᴇ: 17
Bɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ: March 1

Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: female
Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Bisexual

Sᴘᴇᴄɪᴇs: Werewolf
Iᴍᴍᴏʀᴛᴀʟɪᴛʏ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: Not Immortal
Oᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Student at Yokai. Member of the Chastity/Religion club


Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ:




Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ: N/A
Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 5'4"
Wᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 125
Hᴀɪʀ: Dark brown/Black
Sᴋɪɴ: Fair
Eʏᴇs: Right-Blue Left-Brown (Heterochromatic)
Bᴏᴅʏ: Slender, almost too thin
Vᴏɪᴄᴇ: Undecided

Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ:Saran is very shy. Almost painfully so. In fact, she only joined the Chastity and Religion club because she's too afraid to approach other people about sex and relationships. Of course, she would never tell anyone that. Her shyness really hinders her social skills and she often finds herself in awkward situations, even with people she's familiar with. Some find it endearing, but she doesn't think so. The few people she knows well would describe her as a real sweetheart and extremely intelligent.

Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ(s): Kindness and intelligence.
Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇss(ᴇs): Shyness, social awkwardness.

Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ: Saran is from a very prominent wolf pack in Scandinavia, roaming across the whole region. The pack wasn't so much known for any violence or fighting skills so much as it was notorious for it's extensive territory, making it quite a large pack as well. Because of it's massive size, the pack was divided into tribes. Saran's parents were the leaders of her particular sect of the pack. She was brought up both among humans and wolves, but never much liked the humans. They were loud, evil creatures, and she despises the fact that she is partly one. Her parents try to encourage her to be human as much as she can; there were a lot of activities and opportunities she would miss out on otherwise. However she didn't care. She hated being in her human form and wearing clothes and preferred feeling the breeze through her fur and the sounds and scents of the forest. She tries to spend as much time as a wolf as she can, wandering the forest with her dog Everett, sometimes sleeping in the woods, too. She has a dorm, only because Everett needed a place to sleep and eat and because she can't hunt in the Yokai Woods without potentially hurting someone.

Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ(s): N/A


Pᴇᴛ(s): Everett (Pictured above[with girl])

Fɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ Sᴋɪʟʟ(s): Noone in her human form, natural primal instincts in wolf form
Mᴀɢɪᴄ(s): N/A
Wᴇᴀᴘᴏɴ(s): N/A
Mᴀʀᴋɪɴɢ(s): N/A

Oᴛʜᴇʀ:

*Because of her heterochromia, Saran is partially blind, she can only see out of her brown eye.

[Dae]

Nᴀᴍᴇ(s): Romulus
Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ(s): Rome

Aɢᴇ: 4,000 (Appears 25)
Bɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ: Unknown

Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Male
Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Pansexual

Sᴘᴇᴄɪᴇs: Fallen Angel
Iᴍᴍᴏʀᴛᴀʟɪᴛʏ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: Immortal, can only be killed by beheading.
Oᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Student, Member of Mother. Fucking. Fight Club.


Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ:



Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ: Unknown Dude
Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 6’1"
Wᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 185
Hᴀɪʀ: Ash White
Sᴋɪɴ: Pale
Eʏᴇs: Silver
Bᴏᴅʏ: Toned, lean, and muscular.
Vᴏɪᴄᴇ: Rather deep and rumbling, soothing and commanding.

Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Romulus is quite mysterious and manipulative. Not much is known about him. Not even Lucifer knows much about him. Only that he was one of Heaven’s rejects. Thus, he was welcomed to Yokai with open arms. He is always level headed and collected, always approaching every scenario in a calm manner, and taking his time to reach the best decision. He is always two steps ahead from everyone else, and is a master of emotionally and physically conquering another soul to the point where their only wish is to remain at his side and do his bidding. Makes a person wonder what sort of horrible things he did that even heaven didn’t want him.
Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ(s): Calm, Collected, Manipulative
Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇss(ᴇs): Selfish, Vain, Greedy

Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ: Romulus was raised alongside his brother, Remus, by a wolf shifter. She raised them in a community of shifters in the wilderness, and though they were human, the two brothers kept up with the pack and learned to hunt, fight, run, and speak just like them. The twins were inseparable, and grew into fine, strong, influential young men. So influential, in fact, that as the shifter community grew, they became the leaders, and the village turned into a booming city. One that demanded a single ruler. Romulus was jealous of his wise, collected brother, who was often sought out for advice and considered the head of the country. Not for long, however, It was a dark, dark night, when Romulus stabbed his brother to death in his slumber, and took over their country, naming it after himself. Rome.

He would be assassinated later in life and, by some fluke of nature, was admitted into heaven. HIs manipulative, scheming ways soon found him kicked out of heaven, where he ended up at Yokai by Lucifer’s behest. No one besides himself knows what he did, and where he came from, but now there was a new kingdom to rule, a kingdom full of powerful monsters. Soon, he would have an unstoppable army to take over the human world once and for all. And when the angels come down from heaven to save their pathetic humans, they will be slaughtered too. The streets will run gold with the blessed’s blood, and Romulus will rule Rome once more.

Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ(s):
» Nᴀᴍᴇ ﹣ Remus, Brother, Deceased

Pᴇᴛ(s): Cheshire

Fɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ Sᴋɪʟʟ(s):
Mᴀɢɪᴄ(s): Can subtly cause a single emotion to come to the forefront of a person’s mind. Can project emotions, memories, and false visions to a person who makes eye contact with him.
Wᴇᴀᴘᴏɴ(s): Throwing Daggers and archery, along with short sword, dual handed swords, pistols, and a spear.
Mᴀʀᴋɪɴɢ(s): Burns on his wrists and ankles, scars lacing his back and arms.

Oᴛʜᴇʀ: None

[Grayson, Papa Gray]

"Being happy doesn't mean that everything's perfect. It means that you've decided to look beyond the imperfections."

Nᴀᴍᴇ(s): Epik Malachai
Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ(s): Mally

Aɢᴇ: 17
Bɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ: March 15

Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Male
Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Homosexual

Sᴘᴇᴄɪᴇs: Valkyrie
Iᴍᴍᴏʀᴛᴀʟɪᴛʏ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: Normal
Oᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Student at Yokai, member of the Fine Arts club, member of the Yokai Events Committee.

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Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ: Kurose Riku (Ten Count)
Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 5'11
Wᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 120
Hᴀɪʀ: Dark Grey
Sᴋɪɴ: Fair
Eʏᴇs: Blue
Bᴏᴅʏ: Skinny and very lanky, with just enough muscle definition to have something there.
Vᴏɪᴄᴇ: Light and spry, gracefully British.

Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Epik is as genuine as a sweetheart can get, always going out of his way to help others in need. He has a great sense of humor, and is practically just a cute little lovable snowflake. Not much for violence, he avoids it at all costs, using his words and intellect rather than brawn or muscle to settle an argument or disagreement. The Brit loves the fine arts, and has ever since his mother introduced him to it at a very young age. He is incredibly humble and well mannered, another trait from his mother's elite status in Britain.

Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ(s): He is extremely open-minded and innovative, so creative that he can imagine any possibility. Epik is kind hearted and loving.

Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇss(ᴇs): His extreme acceptance often causes him to be too trusting and trust the wrong people.

Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ:

Epik had a very domestic childhood, one that wasn't riddled with abuse or ridicule or bullying. It was normal, tame, almost boring. He had a loving mother, Elise, who was a British fashion designer, and a caring father, Nikos, a Greek drifter. He spent his days doing chores and being a good little boy until his parents came home. That was all he had in store. On Saturdays, his free day, Epik spent his time in his small room, drawing and watching the birds outside play and fly. He had inherited his mother's valkyrie powers, and some days his wings ached to unfurl and lift him into the sky. He was merely a caged bird for now.



Jozef was his eldest brother, and the one he looked up to the most. Whenever he came rushing home excitedly, Epik frowned, knowing something was up. He was proven right by the time he heard Elizabeth scream out in utter pain. He rushed there, far behind his parents, peaking around their legs to see young Jozef holding a cold Elizabeth in his clutches. He stared, wide eyed, as his brother was forced to leave their home, their father in tow behind him.



Things were different without Elizabeth, Jozef, and Nikos. Quieter. Calmer. Victoria was a nervous wreck, trusting nobody and becoming completely skeptical. Elise threw herself into her work, and the housework doubled. Epik worked harder, not wanting to stress out the ladies since he was officially the 'man of the house.' Things got less tense the more time pass. Now a young teen, Epik made a name for himself at his mother's agency, modeling her clothing. He was recruited heftily, every fashion company in England wanting him. He had an eye for what looked good, an artist's eye, and a caged bird complexion. Because of his newly acquired title as a famous model, and a few of his father's deals gone bad, Epik was put on a hit list. During a show, Epik was attacked, cornered by a raving madman on the runway, a madman that was threatening to fire if the debt wasn't paid. Calmly, the boy handled him, disarming him swiftly and diffusing the situation. The lunatic was arrested, and Epik was confronted by an agent shortly after the show.



The agent politely asked Epik to do a few test. He passed with top marks in each regard, stunning the agent. Urgently, the agent offered the young boy a position within any police organization, wanting his skill and intellect for the team. Epik, of course, denied, not wanting to be involved with such violence and graphic content. Compromising, the agent at least asked if he could move Epik to America, for safety reasons. Hesitantly, Epik agreed. That was his way to the US. There, he met his long lost brother Jozef by fate, and they reunited, deciding never to separate again. Epik heard about a school for monsters, and couldn't wait to go. Finally, he could fly and unfurl his wings. The caged bird was now free.




Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ(s):
(view spoiler)[» Jozef Malachai ﹣ Brother, good friend, roommate.



» Elise Malachai - Close mother, fashion designer, valkyrie.



» Nikos Malachai - Distant father, deceased.



» Victoria Malachai - Close sister, friend.



» Elizabeth Malachai - Youngest sister, deceased.



» Kirby Carnival - Favorite teacher, friend, crush.

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Pᴇᴛ(s): A beautiful barn owl named Borvo.





Fɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ Sᴋɪʟʟ(s):
-A few aerial moves, but he avoids violence

Mᴀɢɪᴄ(s):
-Flight
-Helps access into the afterlife

Wᴇᴀᴘᴏɴ(s):
-None

Mᴀʀᴋɪɴɢ(s):
-None

Oᴛʜᴇʀ: Large wings(appear and disappear at will) grey and speckled into white and black.
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“That didn’t happen, of course. Things never happen the way I imagine they would.”

[A(IsBack)]

Nᴀᴍᴇ(s): Nyx Isadora Amaro
Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ(s):
Izzy, Ro

Aɢᴇ:17
Bɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ: October 31st

Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ:Female
Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Biromantic Demisexual

Sᴘᴇᴄɪᴇs: Nyx is the direct descendant of the demon Metzili, whom is the Goddess of the Night.

Iᴍᴍᴏʀᴛᴀʟɪᴛʏ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: Immortal but can be killed.
Oᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Student,(view spoiler)[Fine Arts Club Member and Events Committee Leader (hide spoiler)]and Part Time Dancer.


Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ:


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Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ: (view spoiler)[Ashley Greene (hide spoiler)]
Isadora is about five feet six inches and surprising to most, she wears glasses. She has one tattoo on her right back (near her shoulder) and it is the brand that she shares with her mother.It can be seen her Nyx is about 128 pounds and she has soft curves, so her frame is rather small and very feminine. She is small enough as to where she can fit into small spaces if needed. Her hair is a nice chocolate brown and her eyes are a subtle, smokey gray. Her skin is a bit pale, but she still does have the ability to tan. Her voice is very silky yet when she sings she is captivating as she has a very extensive vocal range.Example of her singing voice (view spoiler)[ Her singing voice is Casey Lee Williams (hide spoiler)]


Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Nyx is very friendly and caring. She knows everybody, even though they have never once had an encounter. This friendliness is also a curse, because while she knows many people she doesn't really quiteknow them. A close friend or group of friends is really all that she longs for, and she hopes to find some. Nyx is very outgoing and adventurous. She loves to try new things and experience new situations so that she has that knowledge. Nyx thinks that it is crucial to treat everybody how she herself would want to be treated: with dignity and respect. You cross this girl and she will not be the kindest to you. Though she will still talk to you, it will be small talk like a ," Hi how are you?" type of deal.

Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ(s):Nyx's likes include the rain, the night, the moon, animals(especially pandas and small household pets), sweets, popcorn, making friends, anything having to do with dancing and music, books and food. Her fighting strengths include her Night Magic, Silef Enchantments, and her martial arts.

Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇss(ᴇs): Nyx does not like extremely sour things, when it rains when the sun is out, people messing with her friends, damaged books or burnt food. Nyx cannot drink any drink with more than five ice cubes, if she does she is strongly open to brain freeze. A definite weakness is her strength, though she can knock a man taller than her down to the ground, she can not pick him up and throw him. The max that she can lift is about 80 pounds on a good day. In order for her elemental magic to work, she has to be wearing a special amulet that keeps her power gauged . If she doesn't have her amulet on her, sure she can still use her elemental magic, but it will not be controlled and it could possible harm even kill somebody. Her Night Magic and her Martial Arts are her best bets, because her Night Magic comes naturally to her. She can only use her Night Magic so much that it begins to mentally exhaust her, so she tries to limit her use of that as well. Also, a side effect to her Sight is that she goes blind for two days after she receives her vision.

Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ: Being born to a full demon mother named Lucinda and a human father named Harry Amaro, from birth a lot of expectation was placed on this girl. Her family was loving and as she grew from a baby to a Little Izzy, her mother started to teach her the responsibilities that she, the Goddess of the Night, had to attend to. When Nyx was of age to start learning magic, she showed a special kind of promise and she was a quick learner. Her father, when Nyx would go stay with him during her breaks, would teach Nyx his martial art and how to handle certain weapons as he was in the military. Nyx had all the makings of a princess, though she never wanted to be considered anybody because of her status. Nyx just wanted to be known for being herself, not a Goddess' daughter, just her.


When Nyx turned 12(Demons mature faster than your regular human), Lucinda started to take her to the Balls and Galas that Goddesses like her had always been attending, as Nyx was of courting age now. Courtiers from all over the Underworld started to come by their home, asking to see Nyx. Nyx, being the lady she is, of course accepted to see them.


After a year of this type of action, Nyx became restless and she started to search for a new adventure. Nyx's dream was to go and live above the ground, to see how her father's race lived and interacted. That chance came to her from Yokai Academy. One day an owl( by some strange law in Oblivion, only nighttime birds are allowed into the Realm. There are a few exceptions,but lets not get into Oblivion Law) came swooping by her window and dropped a piece of mail on her window sill. Nyx never got mail, so she immediately took it down to her mother whom sat down and opened it with her. By the end of the message, Nyx was really excited and she asked Lucinda if it was alright for her to go.


At first, the Goddess had an aversion to her daughter going away, claiming that there was a lot that Nyx needed to know, but after long thought and contemplation, Lucinda granted Nyx to go to the school. Lucinda realized that she could not teach what Nyx needed to know anymore, but that Nyx needed to go out and experience the world for herself. Nyx packed up her things and went to go live with her father above the ground where the school was.


Her first year at the school, like anybody's was a tough one, but she learned quickly and worked hard, and now she is has been advancing well at the school, excited to start a new adventure.


Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ(s):
» Nᴀᴍᴇ ﹣ Lucinda Metzili
Her mother and where she gets her skills from.

Harry Amaro
Her father and where she gets her martial art skills from.

Fɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ Sᴋɪʟʟ(s):
Since she is the descendant of the Goddess of the Night, she knows Black Magic and Elementals. Due to her father, Nyx also knows some martial arts taught to her by her father.
Martial Arts: Nyx, thanks to her father, has learned a martial art (she has a black cord in Capoeira). With this technique, she is able to combine dancing and martial arts in a beautiful form.Capoeira can look like this

Mᴀɢɪᴄ(s):
Elementals: From a very young age, Nyx was taught by her mother how to use the elements and how to control them. She has learned low to high damage attacks with water,fire,blizzard, and thunder.
Night Magic: Nyx can inflict Night Magic on enemies as well,casting spells that inflict blindness,pain and curses including paralysis.
Silef Enchantment: One of the skills Nyx learned under the surface with her mother was how to enchant crystals or Silefs with enchantments like protection and healing.
The Sight: An ability that allows Nyx to see into the near future at random times. This visions are dangerous events that are going to happen or key pieces of information. When visions like this appear to her, the event or piece of information either occurs or is needed anytime within three to seven days.

Wᴇᴀᴘᴏɴ(s): Nyx is pretty handy with short ranged weapons and her magic so she loves spellbooks. Nyx also thinks of her body as her greatest weapon because she is well versed in her martial art.

Oᴛʜᴇʀ: Izzy is a dancer in her spare time. She also writes, paints and involves herself in music, mainly song(singing) and dance. Nyx has also brought a small black kitten with her on campus with her named Silvana.

[A(IsBack)]

"I'm the Queen around here, you're just a bitch trying to be noticed."
Nᴀᴍᴇ(s): Madison Alice Montenegro
Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ(s): Madi

Aɢᴇ: 20
Bɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ: July 8th

Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ:"Isn't that Apparent or are you blind?"
Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ:"I've had boys, I've had girls, who knew that both would be so fun?"

Sᴘᴇᴄɪᴇs: Mermaid
Iᴍᴍᴏʀᴛᴀʟɪᴛʏ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: Will not age, but can be killed
Oᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Full Time Student and Full Time Actress

"I like being the center of attention. Try to steal my spotlight, I'll make your life a living hell."







Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ:

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Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ: (view spoiler)[ Emma Roberts (hide spoiler)]
Madison has brown eyes, but be careful when looking into them cause she can stare down into your soul with them and dig out your deepest secrets. Her hair color is what she decides it will be, but her natural color is a honey brown, but she dyes it darker. Madison's skin is slightly sun kissed and she is damn proud of it, she says its a,"Guy Magnet." While most girls are self conscious about their bodies, Madison thinks that she is hot and guys and girls alike tend to think so as well. Madison has a medium frame and she has slight curves that can kill. Madison had to keep her weight low for her former job of an actress so she is about 125. Madison stands at about five feet six inches when she is not wearing her high heels.


Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ:
♥Trouble
♥Persuasive
♥Self Centered
♥Egotistical
♥Verbally Abusive
♥Fashionable
Madison loves to stir the pot and create drama. Drama is one of the reasons for her whole existence and she loves to cause trouble. Madison, since she has had experience on the big and small screen, is very persuasive. When this girl is not looking at herself in the mirror, she is talking about herself like she is the best thing since the Internet. Madison has a huge and I'm talking HUGE ego, blame it on Hollywood I guess you could say. Insult Madison and she will lash back out at one, tearing them down with a verbal whip. Also being from Hollywood, she keeps up with the latest fashion trends.

➥Around Strangers
Madison, being who she is, is very confident when talking to strangers. If said stranger is attractive, she will most definitely try to pursue them in any form she can. If you are a stranger and you insult her in any way, shape, or form she will have no problem making your life miserable.

➥Around Family
Madison is not the confident person she is around her family, as her family is not all that warm. Madison's mother is well, quoting her," A horse humping lying backstabbing thundercunt." So that being settled, you can kind of see how her family life is.

➥Around Authority
"Don't even get me started."
Maddison gets along with the authority when they're not dragging her to jail.
Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ(s)/Like(s):
The Beach
Coffee(Specifically Cappuccinos)
Clothes
Talking About Herself
Smoking
Exercise
Surfing
Singing
Acting
Since Madison likes working out, she is very speedy and since she is an actress, one of her stronger suits is persuasion.
Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇss(ᴇs):Not having something fit her as far as clothes
The Store Not having her size
A Low Wave Day
When her coffee is not prepared to her specifications
Somebody stronger that her can definetly defeat her and she cannot carry more than 85 pounds without exhausting herself.
(habits)
Madison smokes and is a sex addict. That's pretty much the only bad habits she has.
Something that you should know about Madison: She has a heart murmur. Madison was born with it and she has to keep it under close surveillance.


Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ:
The Following takes on an Interview Format with the Author.

{early life}
Hello Madison, great for you to join us.

Its great to be here. We're talking about one of my favorite subjects: Me.

Well enough with the pleasantries, lets get down to business.

Gladly.

So Madison, where were you born?

I was born in L.A. The mega city for sun, sand, surf, and sex. But, as I was told, we were a lot less fortunate than we are now. I don't know who my sperm donor of a father is and my Mother... We're not going to get into that. In fact, I really don't remember anything before my fame, except when I got my start.

How did you get your claim to fame?

My Birthday fell on a Tuesday that year. Who the hell has a party on a Tuesday? Not this girl. I remember my mother taking me into this gloomy office and asking to see this certain scout and I remember being taken into this room. I was sitting on Mom's lap(you know, when she wasn't such a wreck for me to talk to) and she was saying to me," Now do the things that I have been teaching you dear... You definitely have the looks going for you...." They called my name after what seems like hours and Mother put me down on my feet and told me," Go with the nice lady Maddi..."

I was nervous. Can you believe me, Madison Montenegro, nervous?

Anyway I took this lady's hand and looked up at her, wondering where she was going to take me. All of a sudden, we were walking toward these huge doors. They were really decorative and really big. The scout lady person I was following opened these doors and they opened up to a huge stage. The lady then proceeded to tell me," Go stand on stage dear, I'll tell you when to start." So I walked up there, trying to calm my nerves, to the big stage.
I didn't know that this moment would change my life forever.
Standing in the middle of the stage, I heard a voice say,"Begin." So I started to sing. The song was... If my memory serves me correctly was Colors of The Wind from Pocahontas.
A week later, they sent Barry Yates, the best Agent they had and one of the best in the business. And ever since then I've been acting. I've acted in many movies and tv shows.

When did you find out about being a mermaid?
Well it wasn't easy and a bit complicated. I was in my backyard about to get into the pool when I got a text from one of my flings at the time. My god that bod is still on my mind. Anyway, since I was sitting on the edge of the pool I had my feet in the pool but then I guess I started to feel weird... So I decided to look down and see that my legs had grown scales. I sat there for about a good five minutes before I could open my mouth and scream.Good thing my mother hadn't gone to sleep with Prince Valium yet but she was just as shocked as I was. I demanded an explanation and she explained that this was a curse that has been apart of my Mom's side of the family for a while and it just happens to skip a generation. It's still a lot to wrap my head around, but the perks are way cool.

{adolescence & young adulthood}
"This life I'm living is way better than yours."


Do You like your Job?
I actually do. Except for my manager, Johan. He is such a drag and he treats me like I'm a bitch, supposed to be there at every beck and call of his. It was truly a miracle when he got injured from a falling sandbag. With my job, I have learned how to deal with all sorts of people and all sorts of forms of media as well.

Why do you not like your mother?
Why? There is a multitude of reasons why. She's been making money off of me ever since I was small and she is the reason why my agent's assistant Scarlet( Love you Scar!) told me to take a break.

As you know, I like my drugs so I had gotten a reasonable amount of coke not for me, but for a friend of mine. My mother, while I was sleeping, decided to snort half of it and blamed the drug possession on me. I didn't even get it for myself, I was getting it for someone else. Ugh, I just cannot stand that woman at all.

All that, plus the fact that she was never really there for me once I became famous and started to make money. That's when I met Scarlet, Barry's assistant. Scarlet was always there for me at my practices and she makes me smile and feel at ease. I consider her the motherly figure in my life, even though she is like 8 years older than me.

Barry and Scarlet are the parental figures in my life, mainly because I feel comfortable around them.

Where are you now in your life?
Currently, I still causing hell but now I'm causing hell at this school.

I think that I could get used to this type of life, it's not a bad change from the glitz and glamour.

Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ(s):
» Nᴀᴍᴇ ﹣
Mother, Helena Montenegro
~""Let's not talk about her."

Barry and Scarlet
~"The REAL parental figures in my life. YOU SHOULD TAKE A LESSON HELENA."


Fɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ Sᴋɪʟʟ(s):
"I am in the middle of currently learning MMA so that I can defend myself a bit better."
Mᴀɢɪᴄ(s):
Hypnotizing Song: I can do this awesome thing with my voice if I choose to that I can hypnotize people and make them do whatever I want for about an hour.
Water Healing: "I can heal medium injuries with water,nothing fatal."
Mᴀʀᴋɪɴɢ(s):"Well let's see... I have a couple of piercings. My ears and my belly button and two-no-three tats."
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"I'm Madison Montenegro Bitch and don't you forget it. You're dismissed.

[Grayson, Papa Gray]

"We need to have a mask that we never take off."

Nᴀᴍᴇ(s): Dante Vakarian
Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ(s): Greed, No Face

Aɢᴇ: Around 1,000 (appears to be 25)
Bɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ: January 20th

Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Male
Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Pansexual

Sᴘᴇᴄɪᴇs: High Class Demon(Greed)
Iᴍᴍᴏʀᴛᴀʟɪᴛʏ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: Immortal and nearly invincible. Silver is poisonous.
Oᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Student at Yokai, curator/protector.



Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ:

Dante is a tall man with lanky limbs and a slender body. He is of a fair complexion with black and red eyes, long black hair that goes down to about the middle of his back. One side of his head is shaved and he is covered in numerous tattoos and piercings.



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Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ: Uta (Tokyo Ghoul)
Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 6'2"
Wᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 130
Hᴀɪʀ: Black, mid back length, shaved on one side.
Sᴋɪɴ: Pale
Eʏᴇs: Black eyes with red irises.
Bᴏᴅʏ: He is very thin and has little to no muscle.
Vᴏɪᴄᴇ: A medium tone with a casual drawl. Example: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vTBQD...



Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Dante is an interesting creature. He is noncommittal, and very aloof about most everyday actions and everybody around him. Even though he is practically a patron of Yokai and a protector of the inhabitants, he acts completely nonchalant about everyone. He gets excited around humans and human things, and anything involving the human world and acts very childish and happy around them. He is an avid artist, and takes a hobby in mask making and art.



Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ(s): Disconnected, Understanding, Helpful.
Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇss(ᴇs): Aloof, Detached, Random.



Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ:

Just like the rest of the Sins, Dante was crafted by Satan himself after the angel fell from Heaven and the King of Hell needed workers. He crafted the seven of them, the seven of which would be direct opposites of the mandates in Heaven, the Seven Heavenly Virtues. And so Satan created Pride, the opposite of Humility. Then Wrath against Patience, Envy against Kindness, Gluttony against Abstinence, Lust against Chastity, Diligence against Sloth, and Liberality against Greed. From the beginning, Greed knew what he was. He wasn't the eldest of the sins, nor was he the youngest. Happily in the middle, not too much is expected of him, giving him a very aloof personality since creation. He does get greedy, as per his whole existence, but he doesn't show it much. Dante wants it all: power, money, and partners. Greed is pretty nonchalant about his endeavors. Besides, it gets pretty boring having lived in Yokai all of your life and know all of her curves and flaws like the back of your hand.



Like all of his siblings, Dante craves the human world. It is an unknown kingdom of endless possibilities and sometimes taking over it is such a sweet image, he can't even picture it. He loathes the broken world he will never get to visit, yet he longs for it, aches for the mortal dimension where he can walk the streets as something different and unseen.

"It's hard to explain, but it's enjoyable."

Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ(s):(view spoiler)[
» Daemon Tenebris ﹣Brother, fellow sin (Wrath), roommate.

» Lucifer - Father

» Cyraeni Ecthelion - Sibling, fellow sin(Sloth).

» Claude Montilyet - Sibling, fellow sin(Lust), occasional sleeping partner.

» Envy - Sibling, fellow sin.

» Zenon Kristian - Sibling, fellow sin(Pride).

» Gluttony - Sibling, fellow sin.
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Pᴇᴛ(s): (view spoiler)[
A red python named Azrael.


A black cat named Zaire.

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Fɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ Sᴋɪʟʟ(s):
Mᴀɢɪᴄ(s):
-Induces insomnia/anxiety
-Fear
-Slight temperments of reality
-Extreme cases of avarice

Wᴇᴀᴘᴏɴ(s):
-An obsidian khopesh
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Mᴀʀᴋɪɴɢ(s):
-Numerous piercings
-Numerous tattoos

Other:
- A tattoo around his neck in Greek that translates to "I can live neither with you nor without you."

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"There's not a single thing here that belongs to you."

[A(IsBack)]

{1/2}

"You are nothing, so you really want to mess with me?"
Nᴀᴍᴇ(s): Delilah Jinx Baisch
Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ(s):
D
Aɢᴇ: 19
Bɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ: March 28th

Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Female
Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Lesbian

Sᴘᴇᴄɪᴇs: Delilah is a direct descendant of Liluth and a Fire Entity. Liluth is a storm demon.
Iᴍᴍᴏʀᴛᴀʟɪᴛʏ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: Since Delilah takes more after her mother in the immortal department, Delilah can choose to stop aging, BUT she can be killed in a number of ways.

Oᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Student, Professional Party Planner,member of the Events Committee and Gossip Mill source.

Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ:




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Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ:(view spoiler)[ Amber Heard (hide spoiler)]

Delilah stands at five feet five inches and due to her being active a lot, weighs 130 pounds. Her hair is a very beautiful golden blonde and her skin is sunkissed lightly. Her eyes are a strange color, that of a bluish grey. Her body is curvy and petite and her voice is velvety and sultry.

Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ:
❦Classy
❦Sarcastic
❦Bitchy
❦Real
❦Flirt
Delilah really likes classy stuff like suits and ties and she acts like a lady, unless you push her of the deep edge. Sarcasm is Delilah's second language and she is full of quirks and good comebacks. Delilah can also be driven to be bitchy as well, she will in all her power try to make your life miserable for she is one of the most popular girls in school. Delilah will also keep it real with you, no matter what the consequence is. Delilah is also a very big flirt when it comes to an attractive female, but she's very laid back about her sexuality. If one doesn't like, so sue her.

Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ(s)/Likes:
LIKES
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~Fashion

~Music

~Her Friends

~Being On Top
~Eating Good Food
~Cupcakes

~Boxing
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Her boxing and magic are her best bets, as well as short ranged weapons.

Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇss(ᴇs)/Dislikes:
DISLIKES
(view spoiler)[ ~People Who Won't Be Real with Her
~People who are unlady/gentlemenlike
~People who come at her sideways (hide spoiler)]
In order to change the weather, Delilah has to have the details down to the microscopic levels. Such as she has to have a time period, what type of weather she has to create ect. She also cannot change the weather after she has cast the effects.
Biologically, Delilah cannot take down a guy that is twice as a big as her with brute force. And do not ask her to manuever a long ranged weapon because she WILL hurt somebody or break something.

Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ:
{Childhood}

~Delilah was born in one of the most run down places in New York: The Bronx. What she did for fun was go outside, ride bikes and talk about the local girls. Her father, when Delilah was 5, started to put her in kickboxing and boxing classes. He also taught her how to hotwire a car and to street fight. Her mother approved of her learning these things because she said,"The Bronx is no place for a lady of such high class and standards." Li also still has a best friend that she keeps in contact with named Mariah.

At the age of eight years of age, her father and mother got more respectable jobs and ended up moving to Harlem. Her father got a job in construction and her mother got a job at Saks Fifth Avenue.

This was also the time that she had begun to notice that she could change things around her. For example, on a windy day, she could make the wind die down a tad and whatnot. She confronted her parents about it, and well Delilah was told that she wasn't human. Her mother was a storm demon and her father was a very powerful fire entity and since she had started to realized her powers, her father and mother began to teach her how to harness this energy so that she is not found out by regular humans.

{Teenage/Young Adult}


~Delilah started her rebellious stage at the age of eleven. She would be mean to the meanest of girls and get into a lot of fights, but she would handle herself alright. When she got into the eighth grade, she was deemed the prettiest girl in school, not to mention most popular girl.
When she hit high school, she really didn't have to worry about people messing with her. All she had to worry about was school work and party. She didn't have to worry about clothes because her mother brought home clothes from the place that she worked.

Delilah's training was coming along beautifully, showing a lot of promise and also control with the energy she possessed. She learned how to conceal said energy so that no regular Being got hurt.
Delilah has also been in the back of a police car three times. For Bad Behavior ;) multiple offenses of different kinds.
First Offense
Delilah had an archnemsis named Natalia and Natalia's father was a part of the Police Force. One day, Natalia and her crew decided to jump Delilah when she was walking home.She fought them, getting a couple of cuts and bruises along the way. When Natalia was done, her father arrived on the scene and blaimed Delilah for starting the fight, but one of Natalia's minions betrayed her by saying that Natalia indeed planned the fight. So Delilah was let go and Natalia grounded forever.
~Second Offense
Delilah, when she had made enough money from helping her mom around the store, she had bought an old 1966 Chevrolet SS 396 (view spoiler)[ (hide spoiler)] that had been stolen and well she was taken in for questioning and well let go when they found the guy who sold it to her. Her mom bought her a brand new 1966 Chevrolet SS 396.
~Third Offense
Delilah had a boyfriend named Keith and Keith was the type of guy that would only date cheerleaders, but he made the exception for her. He thought of her as a pushover and went and cheated on her. What Keith didn't know is that she found out and well stuff happened(see Favorite Memory). Delilah spent a night in jail, but it was so damned worth it.
~A Death in The Family
At the age of 16, Delilah's father died of a sudden heart attack the summer of her junior year. The death was really hard on her since her and her father were really close. They came into a lot more money once her father had passed on because Delilah and her mother didn't know that her father had a secret fortune! Delilah then found out about Yokai through a letter in the mail and her mother decided to let her go. Now, having been at the school for three years, Delilah is part of the clique that runs it (well aside from Student Council) and she's quite happy with where she is.

Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ(s):
» Liluth and Aiden Baisch
Her beloved mother and father. Her father is now deceased.


"Honey Bee, you really don't want to go down this path."

Fɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ Sᴋɪʟʟ(s):
Mᴀɢɪᴄ(s): Delilah has the power of Atmokinesis.
(view spoiler)[The ability to mentally manipulate changes in the weather, up to and including the bringing or banishing of pressure systems, clouds, rain, storms, hurricanes, and torna­does. (hide spoiler)]
Delilah also has control over the element of fire pretty sufficiently and
Wᴇᴀᴘᴏɴ(s): N/A
Mᴀʀᴋɪɴɢ(s): (view spoiler)[


(hide spoiler)]

Oᴛʜᴇʀ:Delilah also owns a classic American Car a 1966 Chevrolet SS 396 in black.

"But You know what they say about me, that girl is a problem." Problem;NK

[A(IsBack)]

{2/2}
{Continuation of Above}


"My momma didn't raise busters. That's for damned sure. She taught me,"Honey if some bastard breaks your heart, don't cry, get the hell even."
♤ ♥ ♦ ♧ Favorite Memory: Messing up her Ex's car ♤ ♥ ♦ ♧
"Ah lunch time, time to hang out with my boyfriend!" Delilah smiled and she walked down the aisle of the cafeteria like it was a runway. Li was dressed in the most fashionable clothes of the season and she sat at the table with her crew, some of which she couldn't stand, but she couldn't help but feel sorry for. She looked around for her favorite 'friend' at the moment Renee, but she wasn't there yet. "Have any of you guys seen Renee?" "Last time I checked she went to her locker,"One of the others said. Dammit what was her name? Loni? Oh well Delilah didn't care to remember because they didn't really talk. Her white Louis Vuitton purse vibrated and she took out her white cased iPhone and she looked at the picture and text on the screen from Renee. "Oh mai gawd Del, you'll never believe this! But Keith is cheating on you, with this ugly bitch!" The picture was of Keith, dressed in his usual bad boy attire, kissing the head of the Cheerleading squad: Minnie Valentino. "The fucker!" she slammed her phone down on the table, all the girls started asking questions and Delilah silenced them with a wave of her hand as Keith started to approach them. Delilah pasted a smile on her face. "Hey Babe," His deep baritone voice traveled through the air. "Hey," Delilah moves back as soon as he goes into kiss her. "I just had garlic for lunch...." Delilah lied,"I was just about to leave anyway," At this moment she picks up her glass of water and poured it on top of his head. "That's for cheating on me, you bastard!" She slammed the cup down on the table and she started to walk away.Delilah stops and looked over her shoulder,curly blonde locks falling down her face,"And that's only the beginning."Delilah looks forward and started strutting down the aisle again,her crew getting up to follow her. Before she completely exited the lunch room, she stopped by the Cheerleader table and she gave Minnie the look of death before passing by and the cheerleaders all gasped and Del smiled at her. "You're going to pay for this you know! Do you know how much North Beach Leather Cost? Huh Bitch?" Keith shouted after her.

Delilah looked over her shoulder again,"No and quite frankly I don't care. And you calling me a bitch is a compliment so thank you," Delilah exited the cafeteria fuming but she wasn't going to cry, oh no. She got even. She happened to know that her boyfriend lived on his own so it wasn't going to be to hard to do what she needed to do.
Later that night, Delilah took the bus, dressed in all black, topped off with a mink coat that was from last season. She had a black duffle bag with her as well, full of all the things that she would need. Delilah thought about what she was going to do, and she decided that she definitely was not going to regret anything. The bus stopped and she noticed that it was where she needed to get off. "This is it," Taking a deep breath she stepped off and started walking down the street and turning the corner.
"Out of all the girls he could have chosen to cheat on me with, he chose that lowlife Minnie Valentino! He shouldn't have cheated on me in the first place!" Delilah shook her head and she saw her boyfriend's car. Delilah checked the address to make sure that it was the right house. She pulled out her iPod and put on Jazmine Sullivan's Bust Your Windows and started with her work. She put her duffel bag on hood of the Camaro and pulled out a crowbar, can of white spray paint and a lighter.
Delilah took a deep breath and picked up the white spray paint and started on the paintjob. She soon heard moans from coming inside the house. Great they were banging each other. Delilah started spraying the paint faster and when she was finished, returned to the hood and took the crow bar and broke the windows out and scratched the sides.

"You broke my heart, so I broke your car
You caused me pain, so I did the same
Even though what you did to me was much worse
I had to do something to make you hurt"
"Ain't that the damned truth...." Delilah thought to herself as she carved her initials into the hood. She pulled back, proud of her work and she replaced the can of paint and the crowbar in the bag and put the bag on the ground as she slid off her coat and took up the lighter. Delilah held the jacket out and lit it, throwing it on top of the the hood.
Delilah grabbed her bag and started walking away, a satisfied smirk on her face. Oh the thought of him seeing one of his most prized possessions ruined made her smile. On the car it said," You should feel lucky this is all I did." with her initials in scratched into the body of the car.
Delilah made it home, satisfied with what she had done. All that she had done she wouldn't regret it at all.
The next morning she woke up to a knocking on the door and she answered it, seeing a police officer there.
"Are you Delilah Baisch?"
"Yes officer, I am. What can I help you with?"
"You're going to have to come with me, you're under arrest," The officer told Delilah to follow him and she got in the back of the Police Car, not even fighting or trying to make a break for it. When they got down to the Station they asked her a whole bunch of questions on why she did it and she said," Simple. He broke my heart so I had to make him pay some kind of way." She had to spend one night in jail and then she was free to go.
When she returned to school, Delilah was the talk of the school and while she pushed guys away, some girls flocked to her and she realized that guys were men were dogs and that all they wanted was sex, while females really wanted a deeper relationship.


~Playlist from the Soul
~Diva By Beyoncé
~Flawless by Beyoncé
~Work B**tch-Britney Spears
~Latch-Disclosure

[Grayson, Papa Gray]

Nᴀᴍᴇ(s): Adrain Harris
Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ(s): Addy

Aɢᴇ: 16
Bɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ: May 4th

Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Female
Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Bisexual

Sᴘᴇᴄɪᴇs: Werewolf
Iᴍᴍᴏʀᴛᴀʟɪᴛʏ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: Not immortal, ages slower.
Oᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Student at Yokai, member of the illegal fight club.


Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ:



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(hide spoiler)]

Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ: Random ginger women.
Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 5'2"
Wᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 110
Hᴀɪʀ: Ginger
Sᴋɪɴ: Fair with freckles
Eʏᴇs: Range from blue to green
Bᴏᴅʏ: Slender and slightly curvy.
Vᴏɪᴄᴇ: Feisty and mid ranged. Lightly Scottish.

Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Adrain is just about as feisty as she is ginger. The girl is a fiery young spirit whose hot blooded temper has gotten her into quite a few scrambles for survival. This werewolf is apt to fight tooth and claw for anything and everything she deems worthy enough to waste her time on(which could be a lot considering how many brawls she's entered.) Despite her hot blooded side, Adrain can be quite calming to be around. Get her anywhere outside and she'll be putty in your hands. She absolutely adores nature, wanting to spend every waking moment she can surrounded by it. Even if she's a know it all and a hard ass and sometimes a bit of a hippie, she's a loyal friend and a faithful partner.



Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ(s):
- Cunning
- Loyal
- Passionate

Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇss(ᴇs):
- Too Hot Tempered
- Arrogant
- Know-It-All

Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ:

Adrain was born into an small family of an influential pack in Scotland. Her parents, Robert and May, were adamant supporters of the werewolf pack, loyal betas. The pack was large, inhabiting most of Scotland and parts of Britain and Wales. This pack was not like the common ones people would find scattered around the undergrounds of the continents. It had very little rules of what it required of its members. They didn't care if they were caught by humans. In fact, they rarely got close to any humans in their moorish areas. The only ones ever to phase into their human forms and enter town were the alphas and close betas. Adrain never got much of the human lifestyle as she was forced to live most of her life as an animal. The pack stayed in their wolf forms almost exclusively, shifting back into humans on very rare occasions.



The pack, large and family like, was more about staying in tune with nature. That's why they stayed so frequently in their wolf forms, communicating as animals. They were organized with ranks and social standing; each wolf had a position and a daily job, almost a career to be carried out without flaw. Adrain was a hunter and a guardian. She scoured the moors day after day, helping along with the other small group of hunter and trackers to provide the pack with food, to protect them from outside threats, and to serve as a protector of the land. She learned a lot about nature and spirituality and what her purpose was with the land.



After the previous, kind alphas died, their son Vince took the head as a leader. He was a large black wolf with amber eyes and a cruel snarl. He was nothing like his parents. Vince was vicious and his power was absolute. Anyone that disagreed with him was 'taken care' of. Quickly. Adrain never agreed to his ways or his rules. They stated that any human they crossed must die, and they would have to kill rival packs on sight. Complaining constantly, the girl's parents just told her to bite her tongue and accept it. That was not Adrain's style. Not one bit. She challenged Vince to a fight. Whoever won got to decide the Alpha. Whoever lost was kicked out of the pack. As werewolves, their wolf form is automatically bigger than any living canine. But Vince was big for a werewolf. And Adrain was small. Despite her fiery will and passionate tenacity, she lost and was badly injured, having to leave the pack unceremoniously.



There was a period where Adrain drifted across the United Kingdom, moving from small pack to small pack. But once you moved it severed the tether of loyalty and none of those packs really felt like 'home.' So she searched and she searched, rarely going into the human places and camping out in the woods like she'd been raised to do for her entire life. Finally risking it, Adrain shifted into a woman and went into a tavern, trying to get information about the town she was in. During this, she heard the innkeeper mumble something to a stranger about an academy for monsters, so she set out of town with a new location and purpose in mind.



Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ(s):
» Will be added as goes along

Pᴇᴛ(s): A Himalayan wolf named Apache.



Fɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ Sᴋɪʟʟ(s):
- Brawling
- Hand to Hand Combat

Mᴀɢɪᴄ(s):
- Lycanthropy

Wᴇᴀᴘᴏɴ(s):
- Small dagger

Mᴀʀᴋɪɴɢ(s):
- Adorable freckles

Oᴛʜᴇʀ:
She is rarely out of her wolf form when alone, and is mainly irritable as a human.
Adrain is a large russet wolf in animal form, standing four feet tall with slender shoulders, small for a werewolf.

[Ghost~still Luna~]

https://49.media.tumblr.com/baf3ccafd...

Name: Leora Takumi
Nɪicknames:
Leo,Ra, (and whatever else you guys can come up with,I wish you the best of luck

Age: 16
Birthday: December 5

Gender: Female
Sexualitʏ: Heterosexual
relationship status: Single
Crush: Open
Species: Werewolf
Immortalitʏ Status: Not immortal but ages very slowly so she looks younger than she actually is(she's 16 though)
Occupation: Student at Yokai Academy


Appearance:

http://vignette1.wikia.nocookie.net/h...

Dressing style: one of her many

http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/h...


http://img08.deviantart.net/58ba/i/20...

Face claim: Noire~ Hyperdimension Neptunia
Height: 5"1
Weight: N/A
Hair: White
Skin: Pale but fair
Eyes: Teal
Bodʏ: Appears fragile and delicate

Personalitʏ:
Leora is a kind girl but when threatened or her close friend who is like a brother to her is threatened her personality goes from happy and cheerful to dark and ready to tear someone's throat out.Leora after an incident is dealt with returns to her happy cheerful state of mind.She also is a bit shy around people who she doesn't know but once she gets to know someone she warms up to them.
Leora has a few downsides though,she gets offended easily depending on what is said.She also has moments where she is a bit of an airhead but when she doesn't have the moments she's very charismatic and almost princess like.Leora is the type of girl who depending on her mood might kick someone's ass.

Leora has moments where she is a bit forgetful but when she remembers she gets flustered and embarrassed.Other than that she's mainly sweet and kind towards those who aren't a threat to her.Leora also has a bit of a meanstreak in her sometimes.She normally would be helpful to those who are kind to her and if not well she might try to help if she feels they deserve her help.
Leora does have some issues with her past but she is slowly getting better,although woe to anyone who dares to say anything bad about her fur when she's a werwolf,it brings back very bad memories,when she starts to get angered and slowly go into a bloodlust rage it is almost impossible to control her,there are very few people who can.She is mostly a pacifist when not angered and she tries to stay away from fights so there is no repeat of the past.
Leora is a bit bipolar but even then it is nearly impossible to tell what mood she is in,when she's happy she isn't trying to start a fight or anything,she normally will just hang out with friends or possibly just go through the halls without nearly decking someone.


Strength(s):

~Her heart
~The ability to run freely
~Athletic
~Her charisma
~Her ability to calculate things quickly
~The fact that she knows she isn't alone should she not be able to handle a problem on her own she has a close friend to help her when needed.
~Agility
~Flexibilty
~Telepathic communication with her pack(should she join one)

Weakness('s):

~Doesn't like being alone (sometimes)
~A bit too mean sometimes
~Fire
~When she gets sick she can't control when she changes into a werewolf
~Is a bit of a ditz sometimes
~Sometimes too kindhearted to the wrong people
~Her anger(makes her oblivious to the consequences)
~Can't swim
~is a bit afraid of losing those close to her


History:

Leora is a girl who was born a werewolf on the night of a new moon which would explain the marking above her heart but unlike most werewolves when she turned into a werewolf her fur was pure white with blue rune like markings.
During her early years she was teased by the others for it until one day she had run off,that happened at the age of nine,on that day she had met someone by the name of Markaus who had brought her back where she belonged and then after spending time with him she started to consider him her closest friend but eventually she thought of him as a brother,She eventually once Markaus left to become a teacher lashed out at the other werwolves who had caused her problems when it became too much for her,they pushed her beyond her limits unleashing her darkest side.

Early years
On the fifth of December a girl was born to two werewolves but unlike the other werewolves when she changed into a werewolf her fur was white with a blue moon and stars on her chest above her heart and blue runes on other parts of her fur.This was due to her being born on the night of the new moon. As she reached the age of five she didn't understand why the other werewolf kids wanted nothing to do with her,she approached them only to then have them start teasing her and making fun of her fur when she shifted.
They called her a curse.It was bad luck where she was from to have white fur and blue runes.At the age of nine she had run away but then she was found by a man with who went by the name of Markaus Volkrov who was twelve years older than her,he explained to her that she wasn't a curse and that being different isn't all that bad.
Eventually she started to look up to him and soon thought of him as the brother/sibling she had never had.Eventually she had been brought home.After a few years though she slowly became a problem child.

Age 13 to present
At the age of thirteen Leora had gotten involved in an incident that made her snap and tear out the throats of the ones who had teased her far too much and threatened her family.After the incident Leora wrote to her friend asking him for help.
Leora had never meant for the incident to happen but it did,there was no way she could ever forget what she had done,she continues to this day move forward and not look back that memory.Leora at the age of sixteen arrived at the academy after her friend helped her enroll there.Leora has been careful thus far without it getting out about what she did three years ago.

Relations:

Markaus Volkrov

http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/p...

Markaus Volkrov is a really close friend of Leora's although he is twelve years older than her she did grow up with him around.From the time that Markaus had gone off to become a teacher to when Leora finally arrived at Yokai academy with his help,She and Markaus would exchange letters just to see how the other was doing and because when Leora was younger she was a bit of a problem child and she always looked up to Markaus. To her Markaus is the brother/sibling she never had.

Pet(s):
A white ferret named Lunaria

http://rs892.pbsrc.com/albums/ac129/R...

Magic(s):

~Ice Magic~ Cryokinesis

Markings(s):

http://www.witchpathforward.com/uploa...
This marking is just above her heart the rest are runes

Other:
Leora has a bit of a problem playing nice with others occasionally

https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/2N3...

[Rose]

Nᴀᴍᴇ(s): Zoe

Aɢᴇ: 15
Bɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ: July 5

Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Female
Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Heterosexual

Sᴘᴇᴄɪᴇs: Fairy
Iᴍᴍᴏʀᴛᴀʟɪᴛʏ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: Not immortal
Oᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Student


Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ:

http://prntscr.com/9b81dq

Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ: N/A
Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 5ft 3in
Wᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 120lb
Hᴀɪʀ: Black
Sᴋɪɴ: Pale
Eʏᴇs: Blue
Bᴏᴅʏ: Slim
Vᴏɪᴄᴇ: Unknown

Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Zoe is a rather carefree little fairy, often enjoying having fun where she can. She’s very energetic, but often tires out a bit after a while. She likes to have people smile, and tries to keep people happy. She can sometimes be hard to calm down if she’s in a good mood and it’s rather hard to make her mad. Though she doesn’t like people messing with her wings, they’re rather delicate.

Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ(s): Flight, usually cheerful, baking
Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇss(ᴇs): Hard to get to stop moving, can sometimes be annoying, tires easily, delicate wings.

Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ: There isn’t much known about Zoe, even she herself doesn’t remember much about her past. She doesn’t remember much before she came to be really, all that is know is that she showed up to Yokai almost a year ago with a black cat the almost never left her side for the longest of time till she turned 15.

Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ(s):
Holly- sister

Pᴇᴛ(s): A black and white kitten named Midnight

http://prntscr.com/9b81gr

Fɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ Sᴋɪʟʟ(s): Zoe isn’t really one to fight, and often tries to stay away from them.
Mᴀɢɪᴄ(s): Shadow magic (ability to control shadows to her will...or her imagination)
Wᴇᴀᴘᴏɴ(s): a small knife that she doesn’t normally use except for maybe cutting cake.
Mᴀʀᴋɪɴɢ(s): none

[Ghost~still Luna~]

https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/...


Name: Asuramaru
Nickname(s): Asura (or whatever you guys can come up with)
Meaning of name: Perfect Asura
Age: 17 (in demon years though she's maybe 16,000 which is quite young, a demon in their teens maybe)
Immortality status: Asuramaru is immortal because she is a high ranking demon but she can still be harmed and or possibly killed if one uses the right item


http://vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/o...

Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship status: Single
Crush: Open

https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/...

History:
Early years(Human years)
As a human Asuramaru was an odd child but the day Asuramamru was born a demon had approached her parents in the guise of a human and told them that when Asuramaru was old enough a demon would turn her into a demon and possibly make her his depending on whether or not she survived the process.As a child Asuramaru could see things most normal humans could not and when she brought it up to her parents she was told not to tell it to anyone for fear that she would be taken away from them and killed.Asuramaru was in the fields of her village playing when she had come across something that gave her the chills but when she tried to turn to run away,she couldn't,she was frozen in place by fear and the something she had run into was a demon of the highest rank and he had set his sights on Asura so when she had turned 17 he had decided it was time to approach her and make his move, his move being turning her into a demon whether she wanted it or not.

http://data.whicdn.com/images/1859572...

Later years to present(Demon years)

Asuramaru after being turned into a demon had left her home and then hid away from the rest of the humans who she was once like. She had grown to hate being a demon and she hated the one who made her this way,Asuramaru as a demon was forced to make a contract but this contract wasn't a normal demon contract.She was forced to make a contract with demon who made her this way.Asura since the day the contract was made has been forced to do whatever he wanted but she had never bedded him.Asura had times where she's wanted to kill him but she can't,she had enrolled in Yoka Academy to get away from him but he followed her there.For a demon she is innocent but she can't bring herself to forgive the man who made her this way although she might one day if he manages to get on her good side.


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