Name: Gemma Porkipsi

Age: 17

Sex: Female

Appearance: Long, straight, very blond hair. beautiful eyes with a small nose and big cheeks with a very big, bright smile. kind of short and thin but still has lots of curves. Her usual wear is skinny jeans with a colourful, fashionable top and slouchy stiletto boots. ALWAYS has her nails done and you never see her without her hair or makeup done either. you probably also wont catch her without at least on designer item on her.

Personality: although, without getting to know her, people will assume she is a snob but really she is a very warm hearted person. she tries her best not to judge anyone and be nice to everyone but alot of the time, her efforts arent appreciated. she never bursts out in anger and always keeps her cool but if you get on her nerves she is very witty and will get you with a quick comeback. but she cannot stand being mean, she is a big pushover. lets people walk all over her. although, she is very confident and tries her best to always look high spirited and optimistic, inside she can be very sad and self loathing and most of all, lonely. she doesnt always dress herself up because she feels she needs to look good, but because she likes doing it and is good at it. she is a very artistic being.

Background: when she was younger, she was an akward kid and very weird, so she knows what its like to be picked on. this is how she learnt to be so nice. she has always been very unique, VERY artistic in about everything except writing, and has always been somewhat of a bookworm.

Powers: shape shifting, telekenises (this includes moving things and reading minds)



Gemma was late for class, as always. She runs into the school but her heels were clicking so loud she must have made somewhat of a racket. she was looking down at her phone at a text she had gotten from a close friend on the other side of the city when she ran into something and fell. she looked up to find it was the vice principle of the school. after being asked why she was late, spilling out a very unoriginal excuse and then being hounded about arriving on timing and being told to get to class, Gemma went to her locker. of course, the lock was already unlocked by the time she had gotten there. she opened it up and took out her books and was about to run off to her first class of the day when she remembered something. she stopped, took out a picture of her beloved black, chow chow/ sharpei X from her jeans pocket, kissed the picture, stuck it up on the inside of her locker, slammed the door, and then blotted to class.