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Last Name: Flos
Gender: Female
Age: looks 18 (711)
Place of Birth: Rome, Italy
Date of Birth: 11/Jan
Species(vampire,werewolf,fairy etc): Vampire
Powers(relating to species): Powers, can travel via shadows, seduction.
Appearance (picture or description):
Blonde hair, narrow face, ice blue eyes that surround in gold when using the powers of her marks. Pale lips. Tall and thin but strong with lots of muscle but it does not show. Pale complextion that looks like she wears perfect makeup but she does not. Has a smile that makes even the angriest, meanest and gloomiest person feel better and wish to do good.


Dressing Style: Normal clothes but mostly leather and black. Hip hop dance clothes.


MOSTLY WEARS:

Personality: Kind, curious, slight temper, calm, extremely brave, good at retorts, bright, curious, , smart, strong hearted and can be caring to the weak, kind. LEADER!
Likes/Dislikes: Hates cat’s but loves dogs and other animals. Loves nature and the earth.
Strengths/Weaknesses: Fire and silver
Family: None, Viana is blood sister.
Background History:
Parents were killed in a car accident and she was almost dead but Viana turned her into a vampire years ago.
House: Wells.
Others(pets,relationship status): Open to everyone except humans. Drives a black sports car. Is a hip hop dancer.

Last Name: Benson (Real name: Lord Leo Foster )
Gender: male
Age: 19 (As old as Dracula)
Place of Birth: England
Date of Birth: 20/Feb
Species(vampire,werewolf,fairy etc): Vampire
Powers(relating to species): Can duplicate himself, can make people fall in love with him and manipulate their mind so NO ONE can resist. Normal vampire powers but unusually strong.
Appearance (picture or description): Dark hair with fringe. Red lips, skinny but looks weak but extremely strong.

Dressing Style: Modern clothes mixed with old.


Personality: Dark. Short temper. Quiet. Deadly
Likes/Dislikes: Likes people to address him as Lord
Strengths/Weaknesses:
Light, blessed water are is weaknesses. Darkness is his Strength. More sensitive to things that kill a vampire but it does not kill him, just injures him badly.
Family: None/ all died of old age.
Background History: Dracula's right hand man right from the beginning and Dracula turned him into a vampire as soon as Dracula was one because they are best friends. Second strongest vampire ever. He only answers to one person... Dracula.
House: Wells
Others(pets,relationship status): Open to vampires.
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First Name: Viana
Last Name: Sanguinem-Mortuis
Gender: Female
Age: 18 (1302-2013)
Place of Birth: Greece
Date of Birth: 13/May
Species(vampire,werewolf,fairy etc): Vampire
Powers(relating to species): Able to shapeshift and shapeshift the things she touches (physically and mentally) but not if there larger than her. Vampire abilities; e.g. super strength, fast, deadly, see in dark, form into group of bats etc...
Appearance (picture or description): Dangerously beautiful. Silver eyes when a vampire and/or hungry or using powers. Dark brown hair which is almost black, red lips that when kissed instantly paralyses person but she can stop the poison if she wishes. Natural really deep red lips. Blood is black from no water and her blood can instantly heal any person with anything! Cries blood. Her looks changed as she was turned into a vampire and when she entered the modern world.

Mordern looks:
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Older looks:
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http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs71/f/201...
Dressing Style:
black leather but also long coats and robes. clothes in the colours: red, purple, grey, black and dark blue. Big black boots.
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http://www.yourdressmaker.com/shop/im...

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Personality: Dark, mysterious, snappy, secretive curious, protective of vampire family, smart, brave, strong hearted and can be caring to the weak, kind (except to people she hates). No grossed out by killing unless she kills an innocent.
Likes/Dislikes: Dislikes people who are full of themselves. only kills and feed from people that abuse others and/or are mean. Hates these people as well.
Strengths/Weaknesses:
Normal vampire weaknesses.
Family: Dead Mother/ blood sister ‘Angelus Flos’
Background History:
Had an abusive family with her mother being raped by her father. Mother was kidnapped. Once in a dark valley on the point of a cliff and was thinking about suicide but people came out of nowhere and promised her a new life and she could kill her family. After being transformed she was adopted into the vampire family and her first kill and feeding was from her father. After the killing she found Angelus and transformed her because she was an innocent and felt sorry for her. She killed 140 Hunters.
House: Wells
Others(pets,relationship status): Open to vampires or werewolves only. Rides motorbike. Hunts vampire slayers.

Last Name: Kegan
Gender:female
Age:16 (200000)
Place of Birth: Spain (but not spanish)
Date of Birth: 1997, august 01
Species(vampire,werewolf,fairy etc): death angel
Powers(relating to species): can create a black fire that can form into weapons, turn into a lynx, fly, and can take her nightmares and give them to someone else
Appearance (picture or description): long black hair that reachs knees, 5"11, 105 pounds, purple eyes, angelic face
Dressing Style: sometimes ripped jeans and tanktops, and a black baseball cap, other times the dress her mother died in. Alwasys wears her long black trenchcoat
Personality: otherwise her scary apperence she is nice, she dont care who you are as long as your not human, but if you talk about her father she can make you nightmares come true
Likes/Dislikes: Likes: storms, darkness, vampires, intereting violent stories, Dislikes: humans, girly girls, gays (some), sunlight
Strengths/Weaknesses: streghts: becomes stronger when someone is in fear, lightning stricks her (rare occasions), darkness. Weaknesses: sunlight, pure silver crosses
Family: dad grim reaper
Background History: Hasnt had a family since a misterious man in a hood tried to take her away, her mother wouldnt give her up and ended up being killed, the man revealed to be her father the grim reaper, he took her away from the house and stayed with him for the past 19989 years, she arrived at the academy june 23, 2013 and nobody knows anything about her
House:
Others(pets,relationship status): relationship status: open
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Last Name:прил (Rose)
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Place of Birth: Russia
Date of Birth: Oct 30
Species(vampire,werewolf,fairy etc): Dark Fairy
Powers(relating to species): She can control the dead
Appearance (picture or description):


Personality: Giselle is very funny and caring and she is kinda crazy.
Likes/Dislikes: Kids, Dead things, crazy people.
Strengths/Weaknesses: gross food, Annoying people
Family:Twin Brother- Dead (( Maybe maybe not))
Mother- Dead
Father- Dead
Background History: Giselle was born in a little town in russian near the wood. Her family was killed by her own hand she had just turned 15 and her powers were developing. She killed her mom first then moved on to her father. Her brother was a different story she only put a spell on him to sleep till some one said differen. For all she knows hes still asleep.
House:
Others(pets,relationship status)Single, She has a big black husky named с. Люси ( Lucy)
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First Name: делать ( Nick)
Last Name:прил ( Rose)
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Place of Birth: Russia
Date of Birth: Oct 30
Species(vampire,werewolf,fairy etc): Light Fairy
Powers(relating to species): Every thing light
Appearance (picture or description):But he has brown curly hair

Personality: He is just like his twin
Likes/Dislikes: He likes everything light, His Twin
Strengths/Weaknesses: Everything dark,His twin
Family: Twin Sister- Very much alive
Mother-Dead
Father-dead
Background History: You have Giselles side well this is Nicks side. After Giselle put the spell on him he spent 2 more years in that coma and once a farm girl came along only to find the decaying bodies of his parents and him untouched in his bed. She kissed him... He woke up only to find the girl dead her lips stained red her body was blue from the cold in Russia.
House:
Others(pets,relationship status): He is single no pet

Last Name: Cole
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Place of Birth: London, England (yes, she does have an accent)
Date of Birth:December 3rd, 1996
Species: Shapeshifter
Powers: Can shapeshift, has enhanced strength, speed and senses. She also can talk to animals and gains the abilities of the animal she shifts into when in human form((for ex: if she is a cheetah and shifts back, she would have enhanced speed)) she also was born with a photographic memory
Appearance: has long dirty blondish brown hair, is naturally tan, has piercing blue eyes. ((Search up girl wearing snapback tumblr with blonde hair on google, she is the one with the skateboard))
Dressing Style: Usually jeans/jean shorts an a t-shirt, muscle shirt, or graphic t. She often wears hoodies and snap backs.
Personality: She is outgoing, brave, kind, loyal, corageous, caring, smart, strong, free spirited, and tough
Likes/Dislikes:
Likes: Chocolate, candy, animals, food, MMA, hunting with a bow and arrow, hunting, swimming
Dislikes: Rude people, abusive people, chihuahuas, spicy food
Strengths/Weaknesses:
Strengths: Power, speed, strength, Shapeshifting, smart, strong, creative, brave, loyal
Weaknesses: Trusting other people
Family: Dead
Background History: Prefers not to tell it to anyone, her mom died giving birth and e father abuse her daily because of her oddities. She ran away at the age of 13 and moved to America. Her father thankfully, had never broken her free spirit and she still remains like the brave best friend you could ever want. She still has an English accent and is extremely smart.
House: Wells
Others: Wants a pet wolf, and is single an bisexual.
Please note that the following character is being redone. She has always been a part of this group since my joining, and her originality remains true
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( ♠ ) Paroxysmal Asphyxiation
{Part I}


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❝No more dreaming of the dead, as if death itself was undone
No more calling like a crow for a boy, for a body in the garden❞
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Morticia Casketine Alma Celeste Marquise Graves
『 〓 』• Pronounced | Mawr-tish-uh | | Cas-ket-teen | | Ahl-mah | | Cee-lest | | Mar-qui-ce | | Grah-aves

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

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NECROMONIAL APPEARANCE
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|| ♛ || Morty holds a certain appeal, a certain undead appeal that some people can't get enough of. You'd be surprised how many necrophiliacs there are out there. She has an extremely pale complexion, which she maintains by carrying around an umbrella. Her hair is a similar color as her skin, a milky white blonde in certain lights tipped at the bottom with black. The fine hairs are somewhat curly, and require a lot of grooming to stay in the perfect manner they're usually in. She often grows her hair out because of the seasonal means, but it's kept short otherwise.
Her eyes are incredibly red, blood red really, lined by thick and long lashes. Her lips are a luscious shell pink color that stands out against the rest of her skin, and she has a mole just above it. Her left eye is covered by an eye patch, due to some circumstances in her birth. Her face is heart shaped, and her figure that of a coke bottle, with a bit more finesse at the top. She's full chested, much to her dismay, because of how uncomfortable she feels with people staring at her. She's more towards the short side, standing at a vertically challenged height.
Her voice is deep and sultry, with faint accenting. The accents get deeper with irritation, excitement, or anger. It's a difficult thing to go through, as a person so out of place. She much loves her voice, really, and finds it to be a good asset. However, that would apply if she really gave a flying fuck about seducing people. And, besides, the living aren't as interesting as the dead.
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❝So I stayed in the darkness with you
No dawn, no day, I'm always in this twilight❞
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Species: Necromancer
Gender: Female
Blood Type: O Positive {O+}
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Relationship Status: Open, but pretty much closed unless you're dead.
Age: Ten-and-eight {18, Eighteen}; October Thirty-First
⊱ Zodiacal symbol: Scorpio (view spoiler)
⊱ Born in Poland
⊱ Ethnical background includes Polish, French, and Armenian
• Hair Colour: Her hair is a similar color as her skin, a milky white blonde in certain lights tipped at the bottom with black. However, in certain lights her hair is slightly darker in color.
• Eye Colour: Her eyes are incredibly red, blood red really. In certain lighting, her eyes can be a deep, dark color. Other times, when it's a brighter setting, her eyes sort of become a hazy gold, mostly because her eyes are, you know, decaying. Her left eye, in particular.
Distinguished Marking(s):
• Threaded Arms and Legs
• Left Eye
• Height: She stands around six feet, although she can't be positive. She has to take into account the drying over skin, which shortens her height as the skin shrivels.
• Weight: The weight is unknown, but she is light. She just needs to work on keeping her limbs on. This also changes with the development of her body, or the deterioration of it. Depends on how she's feeling.

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Echoes of a city that's long overgrown❞
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• Withstanding Pain:
You see, there are many wonderful things that can happen when you're dead. Nerves shut down, and bowels halt all slowing processes. This would mean that whatever's in your system just goes. This is easy for Morticia, and she's become a master at being dead to the world. When something's already dead, they're not much fun--unless you're gonna do the horizontal tango.
• Knowledge of Anatomy:
Knowing what to hit has to be the biggest advantage over someone, besides being able to hit it. One can be seen as respectfully dangerous if they can name exactly what hurts more than the other parts, 'cause people don't like pain. Under the assumption that the victim is a masochist, then she's pretty good in bed. Otherwise, you might just be bleeding out.
• Cooking:
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{Part I}


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Last Name: Connors
Gender: F
Age: 17
Place of Birth: Albany, Maine
Date of Birth: 1/23/96
Species: Werewolf
Powers: Once in wolf form (has no ability to shift voluntarily), Ilona can do anything that a wolf can, but is unable to control herself. When she is a human, however, she can remember what happened when she was a wolf.
Appearance: Soft brown wavy hair that reaches a little past her shoulder blades; dark brown eyes; scar on left elbow from a surgery
Dressing style: Very trendy
Personality: Ilona will talk to people, but doesn't consider herself especially outgoing. She tends to be somewhat paranoid of shifting around people and hurting them, so she always makes sure that she knows when the next full moon is out. She likes to bury herself in her studies, especially when it comes to language and music. Ilona doesn't belong to a specific pack, as she can't control when she's a wolf and when she isn't.
Likes/Dislikes: Languages (speaks Russian fluently and is trying to learn Spanish), playing clarinet/Rude people, shifting into her wolf form
Family: Father, Jason; mother, Lara; younger brother, Dylan - all human
Background History: Ilona was born to her parents in Maine but was turned into a werewolf at age six when she was bitten by another werewolf.
House: Were
Others: Two cats named Link and Zelda; single
First Name: Logan
Last Name: Daniels
Gender: M
Age: Appears to be 16
Place of Birth: Ontario, Canada
Date of Birth: 2/16/97
Species: Time traveler
Powers: Able to travel to any place at any time.
Appearance: Spiked black hair; soft gray eyes
Dressing Style: Dark jeans and T-shirts
Personality: Very quiet and subdued. Doesn't talk to people in fear of losing them someday.
Likes/Dislikes: Time travel/losing people
Strengths/Weaknesses: Travelling through space and time/time paradoxes
Family: None; all family members are dead
Background History: Logan was born to a single mother, who died early on in the 1900s. He was adopted, but never appeared to age beyond a teenager, and he soon discovered his ability to go through time as he pleased.
House: Davis
Others: None; single

Last Name: Halliwell
Gender: male
Age: 16
Place of Birth: Australia, Queensland
Date of Birth: 24 - June
Species: Molecular Manipulation, variation of Elemental Manipulation and Telekinesis.
Powers: The power to manipulate matter on a molecular level.
Appearance: Eryk is relatively tall at 6'1 feet, he has scruffy blond hair and dark blue eyes.

Dressing Style: Eryk wears plain white tank-tops covered by long-sleeved jackets, he also wears baggy jeans that work with his jacket and black leather shoes
(view spoiler)
Personality: Eryk is shy, he avoids direct contact with others as that's when his powers are most unpredictable, Being home-schooled gave him very little chance to socialize with others and can make things awkward at times, Eryk is also desperate to contain his powers and so he will give his full attention in class and try his best.
Likes/Dislikes
Likes:
- Socializing
- School
Dislikes:
- His Powers
- Direct Contact
Strengths/Weaknesses
Strengths:
- Eryk knows about his powers and how to use them when he wants. (just not how to stop them when he doesn't want them)
- Eryk is intelligent, throughout his life he way kept indoors and only allowed to read, so he has learnt a lot.
Weaknesses:
- Eryk fails at Control, although he knows what he can do, he can't contain it.
- Eryk is not muscular or fast and
Family: Eryk's mother died during child-birth making him her only child, while Eryk's father was always scarred of Eryk, because he knew his mothers power and was terrified of dealing with it without her, so when he heard of the Academy he shipped Eryk off strait away.
Background History: Eryk inherited his power from his mother, however Eryk's Mother died during child-birth and Eryk's father was terrified about raising Eryk by himself with Eryk's powers growing, so to save himself from criticism and anyone from being hurt by Eryk, he decided to home-school Eryk, whilst being home schooled Eryk's father taught Eryk all the things he could do with his powers and how to do them, however Eryk never got the hang of controlling his powers and often has accidents where he explodes, freezes, disintegrates or does something else by accident. When Eryk's father heard of the Academy he shipped Eryk off as fast as he could.
House: Unknown
Others: None.. yet.["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>

Last Name:Bennet
Gender:female
Age:
18
Place of Birth:New York
Date of Birth:1994
grade:11
Species(vampire,werewolf,fairy etc): Witch
Powers(relating to species):She can take control of the things, fly, invisibility, do some spells and blow like a wind
Appearance (picture or description):http://www.lunasgrimoire.com/wp-conte...
Dressing Style:
Usually Long green,black or blue gowns
Personality:Very strong and intelligent..She becomes angry so soon and when somebody hurts her she wants to get revenge.She hasn't got many friends because she seems odd to the others.She wants to be the best and the most powerful witch in the world.
Likes/Dislikes:She likes doing great spells and hates Vampires.
Strengths/Weaknesses:
strong in flying and doing spells.weak in relationships.
Family:.She lives alone.
Background History:Shannon was born a witch.She hates Vampires but had a crash on a vampire named Jaylon when she was seventeen.. Jaylon is a strong vampire with short dirty blond hair and grey eyes.He was living in Canada but because his family doesn't become older he had to change his place.He became a vampire when he was 17 and met Shannon in highschool.He doesn't know that Shannon is a Witch.Although Vampires don't grow up, Jaylon grows up. Shannon's parents are Witch.since she did a spell to make her little brother's,Lean,Witch powers but failed and killed him accidently, her parents dislike her.and she lives alone in a little cottage.She is studying in highschool.
House:a small cottage near the Central Park.
Others(pets,relationship status): always wears this bracelet: http://i.ebayimg.com/t/Haunted-Magic-...
and this ring:
http://thmb.inkfrog.com/thumbn/yoyosp...
and this stone:
http://www.jewellery-lounge.com/image...
![Lizzie [may soda be eternal] (kisaragiidolmomo)](https://images.gr-assets.com/users/1482897471p1/10363657.jpg)
Middle Name: Elizabeth
Last Name: Bennet
Gender: Female
Age: 15
Place of Birth: Cardiff, England
Date of Birth: June 20, 1998
Species: Sorceress
Powers: General magick, use of runes, occasionally she can summon creatures, though this takes a massive amount of energy and concentration
Appearance:http://images4.wikia.nocookie.net/__c...
http://s1.zerochan.net/IA.600.1039587...
Dressing Style: A loose off-shoulder top, black with white circular design on left side, over a black tank-top, white stripe along the bottom and middle. Sleeves hang over both arms, both black and one with a white stripe. Pink pletated skirt, mid-thigh length. Left leg; bracer on thigh, knee length sock with two horizontal white stripes. Right leg; thigh length stocking, almost to the skirt. White shoes, Pink soles and pink belt around the middle. Accessories; black belt-necklace, ring with green gem on right hand.
Personality: A walking contradiction. Lyra can be quiet, and then talkative, brave, and then timid, intelligent, but all-together ditzy at times. You can't always tell what to expect next.
Likes/Dislikes:Books, music, drawing and painting, practicing magics/People who can't seem to understand anything, cats, cold places
Strengths/Weaknesses:Very intelligent, skilled at many types of magics, quick and light on her feet, small/Sometimes too smart for her own good, definitely not strong, small
Family: A brother that's not actually a brother of the same age, called Vexen, who mysteriously disappeared a few years back
Background History: Lyra ran from her home, where she lived with humans who did not know of her abilities. She met a boy a few weeks after this in a bookshop while she was rearranging the shelves, or, to put it in a more truthful way, practicing a levitation spell. It ended with both of them covered in a mountain of books and running before the shopkeeper could even check out the noise. She later found out that he was just as not-human as her. They grew up quite literally running from place to place until an unfortunate accident at a public park while practicing a small summon got Lyra tossed three miles off, and when she returned Vexen was nowhere to be seen.
House: Davis
Relationship: None as of present
Pets: A small monkey named Percy
Other: The ring functions like a staff and enhances her abilities and helps her control them. If she loses it her powers are more unpredictable.

Last name: Burke
Gender: F
Age: 19
Place of birth: Ireland (doesn't know specifics)
Date of birth: April
Species: Succubus (type of demon)
Powers: shapeshifter, silvertounge, elemental control, "jumping" (teleporting), attracts everyone
Appearance: normally
-5'6", mid back length black-as-night hair, bright green eyes, pouty lips, fair skin, toned body, curvy
- can change into anything/one else
Dressing style: bold but comfortable
Personality: kind, trustworthy (if she knows you well enough), feminist, brave, tough, when angered has quite the temper
Likes: music, reading, writing, drawing, being outside
Dislikes: over dramatic people, and will not tolerate unnecessary rudeness, being treated differently because of her species
Strengths: smart, pretty, knows how to take care of herself
Weaknesses: trust issues, and her anger can sometimes get the best of her
Family: UNKOWN
Background history: (isn't always willing to talk about specific events .. TBRP)
She's been alone as long as she can remember. The occasional fight and/battle taught her to trust no one and... To use what's available, I.e. her powers. Other than that things have always been the same... Until she came upon AMB
House: Wells
Other:

Last Name: Blue
Gender: Female
Age:19
Place of birth: Romania
Date of birth: September,14,1994
Species: Werewolf
Powers: Super Hearing, Super speed
Appearance: Tall, Brown hair, Brown eyes
Personality: Nice and independent
Strengths: Speed and hearing
Weakness: Smell
Family: Older sister and Mom
Background: has lived with werewolf's her whole life
House: Were

Last Name: Parish
Gender: F
Age: 19
Place of Birth: Florence, Italy
Date of Birth: April 20, 1993
Species(vampire,werewolf,fairy etc): Werewolf
Powers(relating to species): shapeshift into wolf
Appearance (picture or description): 5'5", pale skin, green eyes, platinum blonde hair, skinny, slightly curvy, lean muscle, scar on right arm, and one on the neck
Wolf: white fur and green eyes, full grown wolf
Dressing Style: tank and jean shorts with vans
Personality: down-to-earth once you meet her, intimidating, quiet, shy, when angry very violent, anger issues obviously, not good at being social, keeps to herself
Likes/Dislikes: likes music and writing, hates douchey guys and bad attitudes
Strengths/Weaknesses: good fighter, loyal to friends, but her temper can cloud her judgement
Family: parents (DEAD) brother: Thomas Parish alive and well somewhere in Canada
Background History: her parents were killed in a freak lab experiment when she was 12 so to avoid foster care, her and her brother Thomas ran. Somewhere along the way, they both got into a disagreement and he left. So she's been alone until she stumbled upon AMB
House: WERE
Others(pets,relationship status): single willing to mingle

Last Name: Witherbee
Gender: M
Age: 268 (appears 19)
Place of Birth: Belfast, Ireland
Date of Birth: October 9, 1745
Species(vampire,werewolf,fairy etc):
Powers(relating to species): Vampire
Appearance (picture or description): 6'2", pale skin, dark green eyes, short black hair, lean muscles. Scars on back and one down a domaine.
Dressing Style: jeans, vans, t-shirt. And sunglasses
Personality: shy, when you get to know him; bold, loud, dorky, down to earth kinda guy.
Likes/Dislikes: likes music, adventure... Kind if a danger addict, dislikes drama
Strengths:
-can fight, loyal to friends, social
Weaknesses:
-anger issues, shyness gets the best of him sometimes... Not always
Family: None all gone
Background History: born on October 9, 1745, he was the youngest of five children. His mother Davianna, and father Nathaniel died the night he was attacked April 30, 1764... He never goes onto much detail. He's been on his own blending in with people for as long as he could remember.
In 2009 he ran into a werewolf named Devyn, and they hit it off, they've been really good friends ever since.
He eventually followed her to AMB where he has recently enrolled.
House: Davis
Others(pets,relationship status): single

Last Name: O'Connor
Gender: M
Age: 19
Place of Birth: UK (unknown specifics)
Date of Birth: December 19, 1993
Species: Shadowwalker
Powers: teleporting, and mind reading, plus really strong, walks among the shadows, makes peace with demons or destroys them if they act out, speaks the demonic tongue, kind of like a be necromancer but not evil
Appearance (picture or description):

Dressing Style: as seen in picture
Personality: shys away from people, often very intimidating, hard to get along with, stubborn, if you get to know him he's as sweet as a violent guy can be but only one person outside of his family has ever gotten that close.
Likes/Dislikes: likes video games, violence, adventure, dislikes social interaction.
Strengths/Weaknesses: fighting, doesn't play well with others
Family: Mom and Dad died
Background History: griffins parents died when he was five, because people whom knew what he was but didn't like it were trying to break him. After that he ran away, subtlety learning to master his powers, and seeking vengeance. He went to many high schools, trying to fit in... At one of them he met an 18 year old girl named Alex Collins, she also just so happened to be the result of some freak science experiment with all types of creatures blood... She was considered a freak among mythological people of there kind. He fell for her but her personality being like his she didn't like getting close to people... So she left afraid rejection would hurt him.
After that he left Highschools all together until he happened upon the place of AMB. Maybe it would help him maybe not. But he needed to figure it out.
House: Davis
Others(pets,relationship status): single

Last name: marine
Gender: female
Age: 18
Place of birth: Atlantis
Day of birth: 1/19/95
Species: half-mermaid
Powers: move water, freeze water, heat water, read minds, can control weak people.
Apperence: long blond wavy hair that falls past her shoulders bright blue eyes with specs of green. Pale skin rosy pink lips.
Dressing style: black shorts, red high tops, and black shirts
Personality: nice flirty get jealous really easily outgoing but shy.
Likes/dislikes:
Likes: almost everything
Dislikes: spiders, green beans!
Strengths/weaknesses:
Strengths: I don't know
Weaknesses: she's really ticklish falls for the puppy dog face, can hardly ever say no people can walk all over her
Family: her mother was a mermaid and her father was a human. That why she is a human on land and mermaid in water. She's an only child
Background history: her father died from a fire and my mom was eaten by a shark so she lives by herself
House: well
Pets: one fish and dog fishes name is taffy and dogs name is skyler.

Last Name: Elysium
Gender: Female
Age: Unknown
Place of Birth: She says from some foreign planet.
Date of Birth: The Third Umbran Moon of the Lunar Tiger ( June 16, and some odd years ago in 'Human Terms')
Species(vampire,werewolf,fairy etc): Some sort of Elf, that is a Witch Summoner
Powers(relating to species): She uses spell circles to fight/take care of herself. She can summon five separate beings. Only one at a time though. Her powers draw from them, but no one knows but herself and the five 'Fea' as she calls them. Tries not to use too many different spells, so she always has an element of surprise.
Appearance (picture or description): http://www.goodreads.com/photo/user/8...
Dressing Style: Wore the clothes in the picture mainly, until she noticed that the people around her did not dress in her home's style. So, she accommodated, and adapted as much as she could, to a more 'appropriate' style. Now, she wears a longer skirt, that flows out around her and a hooded cloak to cover the rest of her body.
Personality: She is a free spirit. She trusts her emotions and instincts most of all. She is very quiet, and mainly keeps to herself. Has a strong hatred for Humans.
Likes/Dislikes: She loves to feel the wind around her, and hates to be restricted by anything. Even clothing.
Strengths/Weaknesses: Her strength is the night, and especially the full moon, but her weakness is day, and on a new moon.
Family: In her 'home' she is the only daughter of the royal family. She has three elder brothers.
Background History: Long and dark, but she doesn't really talk about it. Though, many do seem to know, in some odd way, that she has more trouble with Humans than many of the other students. Other than that, the Headmistress seems to barely know her past as well. Her application and file does not have much about her.
House: Wells
Others(pets,relationship status): She often slips into a different language, when muttering to herself, or under emotional stress. Has a sort of Egyptian accent. Can Summon one spirit to represent an element.
Shiva of Spirit: http://www.goodreads.com/photo/user/8...
Lucine of Earth: http://www.goodreads.com/photo/user/8...
Zenonia of Water: http://www.goodreads.com/photo/user/8...
Ifrit of Fire: http://www.goodreads.com/photo/user/8...
Ison of Air: http://www.goodreads.com/photo/user/8...

Last name; Hunter
Male: Male
Age:10,000 years old
Place of Birth: Unknown
Date of bith: 8000 B.C.
SPECIES: Sorcerer
Powers: Telepathy, Telekinesis, Conjuring, Divination, Astral Projection. SHape Shifting. Immortality.Empathy, teleportation. can control the Natre's elements. Healing. Master of thousands of spells and Fighting Styles. Fluent in all languages.
APPEARANCE: Dark Skinned. Short dark hair. 6'5 ft tall.Star and Shield tattoos on his shoulders. Eyes constantly color
Dressing style:He likes to wear expensive clothing.
personality: Charming. He is willing to take risks to achieve his goals. Loyal to a fault. Sarcastic and wise. Has a odd sense of humor. Helps people who neeed it. believes in truth and justice.
Likes; Pizza, Mix Martial Arts. Driving Fast cars. reading books and Manga, looking at comic books. watching movies. jamming on his guitar.
dislikes: Alcohol and those attack the weak.
strengths: THe sun and moon fuel his power.
weaknesses: Doesn't want others to know
family: none
backround history: He has lived throughout history. Went through different names and aliases. had many wives and lovers. He has seen what needs to be seen and done what done what needs to be done
House:Mage
Relationship stauts: In a relationship
pets: A pure white Wolf named Winter

Last Name: Tsukiakari
Gender: Female
Age: A few thousand years, give or take.
Place of Birth: Ancient Japan
Date of Birth: December 21
Species(vampire,werewolf,fairy etc): Pure Vampire
Powers(relating to species): She has the normal stuff that a Vampire would: Strength, Heightened Senses, etc. However, because of something that happened when she was born, she has the ability to control Darkness.
Appearance (picture or description):

Dressing Style: Either what she is wearing or this~

Personality: Litha is a sort of quiet girl. She tries not to draw attention to herself. However, she also is hard to gain trust with. She always seems to be saying one thing, while doing another. And most of the time, she does it on purpose.
Likes/Dislikes: She loves Music and dislikes people that try to stop others from achieving what they most desire.
Strengths/Weaknesses: Music is her strength. However, she is also closely acquainted with the Darkness. So, Night is her thing. She is more weak in the sun, practically useless during the day, unless it is cloudy.
Family: Has two sisters, and she is the youngest out of them.
(view spoiler)
Background History: As a child, she was brought too much attention... more than she liked. She was not the first girl born in her family, but she was the first girl to have a 'useful' power, as her family called it. Her eldest sister Lucine had, for some reason, a vast mind. She knew everything and anything. and her second eldest sister, Yosawa, had the ability of Sight. She could see past, future, and present events somewhere else. Though, the Tsukiakari family saw that as useless. Then, Litha was born. She was born on the Winter Solstice, the longest night of the year. Or Yule, as he family called it. And on that night, as she was born, the world around them got darker. When she was born, Litha had dark black hair, much like her elder sister. However, as the darkness went into her little baby body, her hair grew to a light color, and as she grew older, it became a luscious part of her personality. Her eyes matched her hairs hues. As Litha grew older, she got better and better at controlling her powers. And soon, she was one of the most powerful things that the Tsukiakari bloodline had. But all too soon, Litha got tired of it all. She requested to be sent to a school of her choice. Her excuse: to get stronger for her family. However in reality, she just wanted to get away from them all.
House: Davis
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Last Name:
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Place of Birth:
Date of Birth:
Species(vampire,werewolf,fairy etc): Vampire
Powers(relating to species): speed, strength.
Appearance (picture or description):





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Personality:
Likes/Dislikes:
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House: ...
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Nickname: Izzy
Last Name: Clark
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Place of Birth: Greece
Date of Birth: January 13th, 1993
Species: Siren (view spoiler)
Powers: Can control men with her singing, cast spells and enchantments, manipulate water, breathe underwater
Appearance:

Izzy is beautiful. She has piercing blue eyes that almost seem to see straight into your soul. (view spoiler) her hair is long and dark and she has perfect skin. Izzy's beauty has a hidden depth to it. It's the kind of beauty that makes you scream on the inside. Like Eve was attracted to the forbidden fruit, people seem to be inexplicably drawn to Izzy.
Dressing Style: (view spoiler)
Personality: Izzy isn't the kind of girl who believes in miracles. She knows that things simply happen, and she doesn't expect good things to happen to her. When she wants something she goes after it, she doesn't sit back and let others do the hard stuff. She can be insecure about herself and doesn't trust others easily. She is very independent and wont ask for help from anyone. She wants to be loved for who she is, not how pretty she is. She never uses her singing voice on anyone because she's afraid of what will happen. Izzy puts up a cold front and builds walls around herself. Not many people know what she thinks or feels and Izzy likes it that way. Izzy is secretly very lonely and longs for someone who understands her and cares about what happens to her. She is very skeptical of others and always expects the worst in people.
Likes:
-Swimming
-Cooking
-Science
-Astronomy
Dislikes:
-Crowds
-The dark
-Singing
Strengths: She can breathe underwater and withstand the highest of aquatic pressures. She is an amazing swimmer. She is good in battle because she can get inside of the opponents head.
Weaknesses: Controlling her emotions, trusting others.
Family: Her mother is dead and she doesn't know her father. Her aunt takes care of her.
Background History:When Izzy was little her mother had taken her on a cruise, neither one them knowing what Izzy was. At midnight Izzy had woken up and gone out onto the deck of the ship. She had felt a strange urge to sing, and she did. All of the men had fallen under her control and she had sang them to their death. With no captain the boat had crashed into a jagged cliff. Everyone had died that night except for Izzy. She still blames herself for the Murder of tons of innocent lives and the death of her mother.
House: Davis
Others: No relationships, and she is allergic to cats.

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Last Name: Moon
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Place of Birth: Brazil
Date of Birth: April 12
Species: Werewolf
Powers(relating to species): Heightened senses and the ability to shift into a wolf.
Appearance (picture or description):

Wolf form:

Dressing Style:


Personality: Willow is very outgoing and she's not afraid to speak her mind. She may come off as rude sometimes, but if you get to know her she can be kind and sweet.
Likes: Running, nature, loud music.
Dislikes: TV, staying indoors, sitting around.
Strengths: She doesn't let what people say get to her.
Weaknesses: She can't control when she Shifts.
Family: She is an only child.
Background History: Her father is the alpha wolf of one of the packs in the Brazilian forests. She begged her mom to send her here instead of undergoing an arranged marriage with the son of another pack's alpha.
House: Davis

Last Name: Rivers
Gender: Female
Age: 15
Place of Birth: Italy
Date of Birth: December 19
Species: Witch
Powers(relating to species): She is telekinetic.
Appearance (picture or description):

Dressing Style:

Personality: She has a very easygoing, laid-back personality. She's very optimistic and is nice to everybody.
Likes: Socializing, rainy days, school.
Dislikes: Arguments, pessimists.
Strengths: Because she sees the good side of things, she doesn't give up on anything quickly.
Weaknesses: Her feeling get hurt easily.
Family: Only child.
Background History: Her father is a human and her mom is a witch, but the witch blood is dominant. Her mom can only see the future, and her parents didn't know what to do about Maya's telekinesis so they sent her here.
House: Wells
Other: Maya has a pet black cat named Lucky that she got on her fourteenth birthday as a joke.

Last Name: O'Connell
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Place of Birth: Scotland
Date of Birth: November 18
Species(vampire,werewolf,fairy etc): Vampire
Powers(relating to species): Heightened senses, super-speed, super-strength, the ability to heal more quickly than humans.
Appearance (picture or description):

Dressing Style:

Personality: She doesn't trust people easily and is careful to guard her feelings. Usually she comes off as quiet. When she does let her defenses down, she can be very wise despite her age.
Likes: Control, reading dark novels, and looking at stars.
Dislikes: Optimistic people, the sun, wearing kilts.
Strengths: She always knows the best course of action, and takes it whenever possible.
Weaknesses: She is weaker during the day, she can't control her thirst yet. It's hard for her to make friends, and if she does, not many.
Family: She has a twelve year-old sister and a twenty-two year-old brother.
Background History: Scarlet was Changed two weeks before her arrival at the Academy. She didn't remember it, but when she woke up in the hospital she knew what had happened. When the hospital realized there was something wrong with her, she ran away after leaving a note for her family. She met up with the vampire who had Changed her; he said that he'd only meant to feed, not Change. He told her about the Academy, and after breaking into her house to get her savings, she was on a plane here.
House: Davis
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Last Name: varaxam
Gender: male
Age: 19
Place of Birth: an island somewhere in the Atlantic
Date of Birth: june 16, 1994
Species(vampire,werewolf,fairy etc): wizard
Powers(relating to species): is very good at conjuring illusions and attempt do some other magic that's really weak.
Appearance (picture or description): http://blog-imgs-27-origin.fc2.com/p/...
Dressing Style: https://encrypted-tbn3.gstatic.com/im...
Personality: is often very annoying and doesn't make sense but other than that he can be very kind and is super smart which is actually what makes him annoying
Likes/Dislikes: dislikes: violent people, boredom, nonsense. likes: other smart people, learning history, both dark and bright areas, blackbirds.
Strengths/Weaknesses Strengths: he is very smart, conjuration. weaknesses: can get bored really easily, not very good at making friends,is only good at illusions and thing related to that kind of magic.
Family: none they all died on the island he grew up on
Background History: Arxemval was raised on an island that was separated from the outside world so he only had his family and learned nothing of the outside world. his life on the island was boring because he did the same thing everyday he woke up ate some fruit that grew on the island for breakfast, went and worked on the small farm they had in the center of the island which was just a small patch of plants for a little while after that he could do what he wanted, he often played with his magic making illusions to entertain himself, after that he had a small lunch of cooked fish and water that was boiled by his father using magic, then he always went to the small area that had blackbirds on the island and fed them his father said that there was blackbirds on an island was one of the strangest thing he ever heard of and that they have been at the island since they got there and where still alive, at the end of the dy he would eat the rest of the fish and drink more water then go to sleep and woke up the next day and repeated it all over again. when the disease hit the island it killed his mother and brother leaving him his sister and his dad who then sent him here with his sister who disappeared one night on there journey. (was that to long?)
House: Davis
others: Arxemval has a pet blackbird named ehcek that sits on his shoulder all the time
![Lizzie [may soda be eternal] (kisaragiidolmomo)](https://images.gr-assets.com/users/1482897471p1/10363657.jpg)
Middle Name: Unknown [Fons]
Last Name: Unknown [Mekryd]
Gender: Male
Age: Appears 17, been one year since Awakening. [113, ages much more slowly early on, eventually speeds up and matches rate of humans.]
Place of Birth: Unknown, he woke up somewhere about 100 miles away from the School [A place called Betwixt and Between where he was woven together from nothing]
Date of Birth: Unknown, considers the day he awoke to be this day as it is the fist thing he remembers [Both 1899 and 1900, at the exact second between December 31 and January 1, when everything is Zero.]
Species: Dragon
Powers: He can change into a dragon at any point in time, so long as he has the sphere. As a human he can heal himself, but to do this he has to drain something else, which takes enough concentration to not do it by accident. The object he drains can be animal, plant, or anything else that lives.
Appearance: http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs70/f/201...
http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs44/f/200...
Dressing Style: http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm...
Personality: A calm, humorous shell, but inside he's protective, guarding. There is also a hint of uneasiness, as if something is not right.
Likes/Dislikes: Flying, racing, fighting, chess, the moon/being stuck on the ground, studying, not being able to see the sky,
Strengths/Weaknesses: Dragon form is very large, with tough scales, sharp teeth and claws and a deadly tail, ability to drain strength as a human/If he loosed the orb and someone finds it they can control whenever he changes, he's cocky at times, making it easy to read his movements.
Family: He thinks of nobody to be this close to him [Closest thing he ever had would be Lyra.]
Background History: Vexen was created from nothing in a place called Betwixt and Between, located nowhere. Upon finding his way to Earth, he was granted a sphere which controlled his transformation, allowing him to become human as to not raise an alarm among them. He moved from place to place, learning the tricks of his abilities and also learning human behavior. Language was almost immediate, Vex quickly learned to speak both Human languages and Draconic. It was on a rare day when he would visit a book thing, as he called them, to study human history. Scrolling through an isle, there was a loud crash, and before he realized it he was covered in books. He was out and around to the next isle in a second. There was a girl crawling out from another pile, but instead of introducing himself he grabbed her wrist and ran. Once somewhere quiet, she thanked him, this girl around 11 calling herself Lyra. Both explained as much of their own backstory as they could, becoming relatively inseparable in a few short hours.
The two were close, partners in crime they called themselves. This, however lasted a short time, as they were were separated by an accident with a failed summon. This is where his memories end, a span of time wrapped in black until he awoke. Knowing nothing of the past, he called himself Ventus and wandered until he came across the school.
House: Were
Relationship: None
Pets: None
Other: He occasionally has dreams regarding what he has forgotten, but he tosses them aside as only dreams, nothing else.
-Anything in [brackets] are details he has forgotten, but are still relevant-

Last Name: Rossman
Gender: female
Age:15
Place of Birth:
Date of Birth: 1-19-98
Species(vampire,werewolf,fairy etc): Vampire witch and angel
Powers(relating to species): She is really strong and can control lightning. She does eat human food and drinks blood like other vampires. She has a wand, to cast spells with, but she never uses it on anybody. She has wings that red on her left wing and black on her right wing.
Appearance (picture or description): She has brown curly hair, red eyes, that also changes sometimes to brown. She is white.
Dressing Style: She loves to wear shorts or pants, but she doesn't wear long sleeved shirts.
Personality: She is nice, but she is a devil when somebody is starting to get on her bad side or somebody is teasing her when she is in the worst mood. She makes friends easily but she tells them first thing what she's like when she is in a bad mood.
Likes/Dislikes: She loves eating Tuna Helper and if you make her a whole pan, and you aren't hungry, she will eat it all with no left overs. She eats vegetable, but she doesn't eat broccoli or coliflour.
Strengths/Weaknesses: She's a vampire that can't touch any silver, or it puts her in extreme pain and looses her strength and ability to control lightning. During a thunderstorm, tournado, or anything that has lightning, she gets stronger.
Family: Her whole family is wizards, witches, and angels. She is the only one in her family that is a vampire.
Background History: Her family kicked her out when she was 12 and had to live by herself.
House: Davis
Others(pets,relationship status): She is single. She has a pet cat, who's name is butterscotch because her fur is the color butterscotch.
![Raevyn "Lucia" [I'm in it for the books] (raevynstar) | 1 comments](https://images.gr-assets.com/users/1374959527p1/18721584.jpg)
Last Name: Ontario
Gender: Male
Age:17
Place of Birth: A river somewhere in Europe
Date of Birth: 4-8-1996
Species(vampire,werewolf,fairy etc): Water spirit
Powers(relating to species): Can breathe underwater and control/conjure water.
Appearance (picture or description): long (shoulder-length) lank blond hair; pale skin; amber eyes
Dressing Style: Pretty much casual.
Personality: To be RPed
Likes/Dislikes: Likes surfing (obviously), dislikes cold weather and adult humans.
Strengths/Weaknesses:
Strengths--he's smart, a generally happy person and is good at sports. Weaknesses--can't stand heat, and too quick to judge a human over 20.
Family: His adoptive mother and father.
Background History: His 'parents' accepted him until he was 13, when he discovered his powers. They locked him in the basement before he got invited to the school.
House: Wells
Others(pets,relationship status: Relationship status is open. He owns a tortoise named Carlin.

Last Name: Moore
Nickname: Moose
Gender: Male
Age: (looks) 19 (real) 124
Place of Birth: England
Date of Birth: 10-12- 1889
Species(vampire,werewolf,fairy etc): warlock
Powers(relating to species): Elemental
Appearance (picture or description):
https://si0.twimg.com/profile_images/...
http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ltb...
Dressing Style:
Usually wears a beanie, skinny jeans, converse and a flannel shirt
Personality: He is quite shy, but can be talkative once he trusts you. he is nice, funny, kind, and caring.
Likes/Dislikes:
-Singing
-reading
-nature
-animals
-orange (color and fruit)
Strengths:
Anything to with elements
knowledge (spends most of his time reading and learning ('nerd')
Weaknesses:
Getting along with Some people.
heights
Family:
None (all deceased (mom, sister and brother.)
Background History: As a kid (before he found out he was a warlock) he was an orphan. He was adopted along with two other kids. He lived a pretty normal life until his marks began to show. (purple cat eyes and slightly pointed ears.) He was disowned by his 'family' but kept in touch with his sister until she passed away. Once he reached the age of 19 he stopped changing and growing. Once he noticed that he would move around every couple off years. He has lived in a bunch of different places. He eventually found the academy and thought he would be able to stay awhile and be able to learn about his powers and how to control them.
House: Davis
Others(pets,relationship status): cat, Ethel http://www.ncanimals.org/kitten-grey-...
the tips of his hair is a bright orange color.
he is bisexual
His eyes:
http://farm4.staticflickr.com/3023/25...
((Let me know if the links dont work . . . sometimes they don't :/ ))

Last Name:She has no last name
Gender:Female
Age:looks 18 but real age is 423
Place of Birth:England
Date of Birth:around the 1600
Species(vampire,werewolf,fairy etc): Fallen Angle
Powers(relating to species):Can fly
Appearance (picture or description):
Dressing Style:jeans and a white v neck
Personality: Rebellious, Does what she wants
Likes/Dislikes:hates rules, and likes being free
Strengths/Weaknesses: shes a good fighter but has a hard time trusting people
Family:never had any
Background History:when Angela was about 18 she was banned from heaven and now walks the earth forever not aging
House:Davis
Others(pets,relationship status):none

Last Name: West
Gender: female
Age: 17
Place of Birth: England
Date of Birth: 14th of February 1996
Species(vampire,werewolf,fairy etc): fairy
Powers(relating to species): compulsion and can read people's thoughts
Appearance (picture or description): https://www.google.com/search?safe=ac...
Dressing Style: https://www.google.com/search?safe=ac...
Or
https://www.google.com/search?safe=ac...
Personality: she is very intellectual. She can be shy around people that she doesn't know.
Likes: listening to music, drawing, painting, writing and reading
Dislikes: judgemental people
Strength: knowledge
Weaknesses: trust issues
Family: has none
Background History: When she was 13 she moved to the academy
House:
Others(pets,relationship status): single
First Name: Alistar
Last Name: Renigaed
Gender: Male
Age:17
Place of Birth: london, england
Date of Birth: Feb 27, 1997
Species(vampire,werewolf,fairy etc):Shape Shifter
Powers(relating to species): Shift into live objects as long as they are animals, has to touch the animal when its alive.
Appearance (picture or description): https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/im...
Dressing Style: Gothic
Personality: Timid and kinda quirky
Likes/Dislikes: doesn't really know because he hasnt been out a lot
Strengths/Weaknesses: Can turn into literaly any creature, but has to touch it while its alive.
Family: none
Background History: Has been locked away till recently by his parent. they thourht the world was to dangerous. he ran away with the clothes on his back last year on his 16th birthday.
House: Looking, open
Others(pets,relationship status): single
Last Name: Renigaed
Gender: Male
Age:17
Place of Birth: london, england
Date of Birth: Feb 27, 1997
Species(vampire,werewolf,fairy etc):Shape Shifter
Powers(relating to species): Shift into live objects as long as they are animals, has to touch the animal when its alive.
Appearance (picture or description): https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/im...
Dressing Style: Gothic
Personality: Timid and kinda quirky
Likes/Dislikes: doesn't really know because he hasnt been out a lot
Strengths/Weaknesses: Can turn into literaly any creature, but has to touch it while its alive.
Family: none
Background History: Has been locked away till recently by his parent. they thourht the world was to dangerous. he ran away with the clothes on his back last year on his 16th birthday.
House: Looking, open
Others(pets,relationship status): single
First Name: Artorias
Last Name: Gwyndolin
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Place of Birth: Lordran
Date of Birth: Unknown
Species: Human (Corrupted with the Abyss, slowly becoming dark)
Powers: Extremely talented with a sword, can store items in the Abyss, and had control over thousands of dark creatures.
Appearance: Dark hair that covers his eyes unless he pushes it aside. Eyes that are shifting with purple, showing the Abyss slowly corrupting his mind.
Dressing Style: Normally in dark colors, mostly Navy blue and black. He never ever takes his baseball cap off, ever unless he puts on his armor, which looks like this http://img3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20... He also never leaves his sword anywhere except by his side.
Personality: Artorias was known for his shyness in Lordran, almost never talking to anyone. He carried a certain bored look, like nothing mattered to him which he keeps to this day. The Abyss makes him bipolar. He can stay in control most of the time, but it can be very hard if he's angry or sad. Isn't one for making friends or starting relationships, but he'll eventually warm up to you if Sif likes you.
Likes:
-Sif
-Fighting
-Rebellion
-Movies
-Popcorn
-and hugs
Dislikes:
-Annoying people who are always happy
-Flirty or obnoxious people
Strengths:
-Swords
-Controling people
Weaknesses:
-Being social
-Keeping the abyss in control
Family: None that he remembers. Just Sif.
Background History: Artorias was born in a different land and a different time. He grew up in a poor family and dreaming of being a knight. His family farmed, which kept him in shape. The tyranny of their king caused a revolution. He grew up surrounded by death. He eventually fought too. He lost everyone but his puppy, Sif. Eventually the rebellion was stopped. Artorias was their leader, the most skilled and the bravest. Therefore his punishment was the worst. He was cast into the very source of evil for all lands and times, The Abyss. They even threw in Sif. He woke up in the present day and he was discovered by the school.
House: On campus, a dorm.
Others: Sif, his grey wolf pup. Single.
Last Name: Gwyndolin
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Place of Birth: Lordran
Date of Birth: Unknown
Species: Human (Corrupted with the Abyss, slowly becoming dark)
Powers: Extremely talented with a sword, can store items in the Abyss, and had control over thousands of dark creatures.
Appearance: Dark hair that covers his eyes unless he pushes it aside. Eyes that are shifting with purple, showing the Abyss slowly corrupting his mind.
Dressing Style: Normally in dark colors, mostly Navy blue and black. He never ever takes his baseball cap off, ever unless he puts on his armor, which looks like this http://img3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20... He also never leaves his sword anywhere except by his side.
Personality: Artorias was known for his shyness in Lordran, almost never talking to anyone. He carried a certain bored look, like nothing mattered to him which he keeps to this day. The Abyss makes him bipolar. He can stay in control most of the time, but it can be very hard if he's angry or sad. Isn't one for making friends or starting relationships, but he'll eventually warm up to you if Sif likes you.
Likes:
-Sif
-Fighting
-Rebellion
-Movies
-Popcorn
-and hugs
Dislikes:
-Annoying people who are always happy
-Flirty or obnoxious people
Strengths:
-Swords
-Controling people
Weaknesses:
-Being social
-Keeping the abyss in control
Family: None that he remembers. Just Sif.
Background History: Artorias was born in a different land and a different time. He grew up in a poor family and dreaming of being a knight. His family farmed, which kept him in shape. The tyranny of their king caused a revolution. He grew up surrounded by death. He eventually fought too. He lost everyone but his puppy, Sif. Eventually the rebellion was stopped. Artorias was their leader, the most skilled and the bravest. Therefore his punishment was the worst. He was cast into the very source of evil for all lands and times, The Abyss. They even threw in Sif. He woke up in the present day and he was discovered by the school.
House: On campus, a dorm.
Others: Sif, his grey wolf pup. Single.

Last Name: Haterson
Gender: mainly male
Age: 16
Place of Birth: England
Date of Birth: January 1
Species(vampire,werewolf,fairy etc): Shapeshifter
Powers(relating to species): so far he can only be normal him or girl version of himself. He mainly becomes the girl version when he is scared or when his feelings are extreme or when he is really bored and desperate for fun. Also he tricks people with his ability.
Appearance (picture or description):
Matt: short auburn hair that is spiked in the front. He has blue eyes and freckles. He is built kind of muscular.
Mattie: Hair to half of her back. It is of course auburn and she has blue eyes. She is pretty skinny
Dressing Style:
Matt: T shirt and jeans
Mattie: t shirt and skinny jeans
Personality: funny, sweet, sometimes serious, always partying.
Likes/Dislikes: likes parties, and having fun. Dislikes jerks, and when bad hair days
Strengths/Weaknesses:I don't know. I'm not good at these sort of things.
Family: family died when he/she was born. He/she lived in a foster home his whole life.
Background History:
I'll improvise. Or I need some ideas.
House: a dorm
Others(pets,relationship status): none
I'm in the were common right now
First Name: Acel
Last Name: Delenmarquette
Gender: male
Age: 17
Place of Birth: Iran
Date of Birth: March 15
Species(vampire,werewolf,fairy etc): werewolf
Powers(relating to species): can transform into a werewolf on whim, can speak to canines, extendable nails in both human and werewolf form, enhanced sped and strength
Appearance (picture or description):
Dressing Style: usually suits and ties if not that then a gray button down with dark pink pants
Personality: he considerate and caring, he is also kinda shy and quiet.
Likes/Dislikes: he likes calm, peace, quiet, hates loud noises, screaming, yelling.
Strengths/Weaknesses: he is strong willed and protective, he can be ambitious and greedy
Family: none that he knows
Background History: TBRP'D
House: were
Others(pets,relationship status): no pets and is open to relationships.
Last Name: Delenmarquette
Gender: male
Age: 17
Place of Birth: Iran
Date of Birth: March 15
Species(vampire,werewolf,fairy etc): werewolf
Powers(relating to species): can transform into a werewolf on whim, can speak to canines, extendable nails in both human and werewolf form, enhanced sped and strength
Appearance (picture or description):

Personality: he considerate and caring, he is also kinda shy and quiet.
Likes/Dislikes: he likes calm, peace, quiet, hates loud noises, screaming, yelling.
Strengths/Weaknesses: he is strong willed and protective, he can be ambitious and greedy
Family: none that he knows
Background History: TBRP'D
House: were
Others(pets,relationship status): no pets and is open to relationships.

Last Name: Cass
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Place of Birth: Eugene, Oregon
Date of Birth: May first, 1998
Species: Skinwalker
Powers: When she drapes the pelt of an animal on herself, then she turns into that creature.
Appearance:

Dressing Style:

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Personality: She's a tomboy who likes to skate and climb trees. She can be hot-headed, but is funny when you get to know her. Most of the time she is in a high place and loves a good adrenaline rush.
Likes/Dislikes:
Likes:
*Food
*Trees
*High Places
*Music
*Skateboarding
Dislikes:
*Someone else having control of her
*Pineapple
Strengths/Weaknesses:
Weakness: She is deathly afraid of water.
Strength: She can tell when someone doesn't mean well and when someone is lying.
Family:
Background History: When she was about 12, her family was running through the forest as a pack of wolves. They were running from a poacher, who shot both her parents. Her and her sister barely got out alive. Her older sister took care of her for a while until she died from more poachers. From then on, she took care of herself until she got a letter from the academy. She had been afraid of guns ever since.
House: A dorm on campus
Others(pets,relationship status):
She has a pet fox named Snow:

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Last Name: Seiko
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Place of Birth: Kyoto, Japan
Date of Birth: 04/25/1997
Species(vampire,werewolf,fairy etc): Kitsune - flaming fox demon
Powers(relating to species): can turn into a fox, shoots fire from hands, sneezes fire, can make you hallucinate the u are on fire, stealth, grace, and strength
Appearance:


Dressing Style: Giant long long-sleeve t-shirt (either green or purple) and either short denim shorts or no pants at all (cuz yolo)
Personality: Shy, playful, alone, childish, and flamboyant (once you get to know her)
Likes/Dislikes: Likes - playing, love, people, fire, and hugs
Dislikes - Hate, mean people, loud noises, screaming, name-calling, and death glares
Strengths/Weaknesses: Strengths - the hotter it is the more powerful she is.
Weaknesses - Water and bullies
Family: none
Background History: An orphan who accidentally burned down every foster home she was put it so was eventually brought here
House:

Others(pets,relationship status):
sad and alone

Last name: Kinkad
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Place of birth: Scotland
Date of birth: September 16, 1997
Species: Werewolf
Powers: Immunity to silver and full control of fire
APPEARENCE: http://www.troubledteens.biz/are-teen...
WOLF: http://rebloggy.com/post/snow-winter-...
MARKING: http://maori-tattoos.net/nice-tribal-...
DRESSING STYLE: mostly dark colored clothes, hoodies, denim and leather vest with boot cut and skinny jeans with combat boots or sneakers
Personality: Distant, once gotten to known funny, caring, strong willed, stubborn, and dominate
Like/Dislike: Likes listening to music. Hates being told commands by other dominate wolves
Strengths/Weaknesses: Strengths fire. And wind. Weaknesses water mostly.
Family: Unknown for sure
Background History: Taken at a young age by evil vampires and was forced to be their servant for several years.
House: Were
Other(pets, relationship, status) Great Dane named Zippy
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Last Name: Brickens
Gender: F
Age: 15
Place of Birth: Calais
Date of Birth: 3rd January, 1998
Species(vampire,werewolf,fairy etc): Valkyrie (Warrior race who transported the dead.)
Powers(relating to species): Speed, strength, ability to tell if someone is dying, Invisibility, tranpsortin between reality and after life.
Appearance (picture or description):http://www.thatfilmguy.net/wp-content...
Dressing Style: She tends to prefer jeans and T shirts. She doesn't like skirts as she finds them impractiable to fight in.
Personality:She is confident, agressive, reckless, intelligent. She struggles to fit in.
Likes/Dislikes:Dislikes: Brown, mushrooms, noise.
Likes: Music, reading, hand to hand combat.
Strengths/Weaknesses: weak: can't control anger, weak around steel and runes. strength: Javelin, archery
Family: Parents, 2 sisters.
Background History:Both Freya and her 2 sisters and Valkyries, they were given the talent off their mothers. They despise being around a lot of death as they feel they have to take them to Valhalla. She was sent here after she was attacked and used her increased speed and strength abilities to kill her attacker.
House:Davis
Others(pets,relationship status): She is single, as valkyrie tend to look down on men a lot. She has a pet swan, Norse.