|| Golden Brown Eyes || Plum to Lavender Ombre || 5'7" || 132 lbs ||

•Appearance:


•Eyes:
Cyan, with bags under them.

• Hair:
Short, from top to bottom dark blue and then cyan.

• Height:
5'9"

• Weight:
135lbs

Name:
Damian Spade

Nickname:
Ace of Spades. No he doesn't wear something with an Ace signia it's just a pun off of his last name Spade. Normally others would just say Ace instead of the whole thing.

Age:
17

Gender:
Male

Sexuality:
Straight

Personality:
Damian has a bipolar disorder and trys his best to not let it get the best of him. He 'trys' but isn't very successful at it. His usual personality is serious and self centered. Do to the past events in his life he's a bit paranoid and doesn't trust people much. Mainly due to his disorder others perceive him as psychotic or mentally unstable. Which he is but not fully he can still think for himself and is pretty smart to begin with.

「✓」
•Money
•Dark places
•Blunt objects
•Challenges

「✖」
•Selfish people
•Drunks
•Mafia
•Backstabbers

Biography:
Damian lived in a middle classed family well that was until his father became a heavy gambler. He nearly bankrupt his family within a month. To help his father Damian took on the job of being a pick pocket. He was good at it two stealing up to about $300 dollars. Damian wouldn't be in this school if it wasn't for his bad decision to pick pocket a certain man in a suit. Before he could reach the guy he was knocked on his ass by his body gaurd.

Well you can say it was lucky but Damian escaped with only a stab wound to the lower left side of his stomach. His parents found out and took to him to the hospital. He recovered a week or so later and when he got back home everything was turned upside down. The house was in bad shape and his mother looked worst. It turns out while he was gone his dad was taking all of his anger out of his mother beating her. To escape the terrible reality that is his home he stayed out late. He even went back to pick pocketing to pass the time.

Damian must of had the worlds badest luck because during one of his regular nights he crossed paths with the guy in the suit. Not taking any chances he ran and was soon chased by the man in the suit and his body gaurds. This time he barely escaped limping back home. At first he didn't feel the wounds caused by the bullets that pierced his left leg until his adrenaline died down. After that incident Damian looked himself inside his room for weeks. During those horrifying weeks Damian became more paranoid and attempted to coop with his paranoia.

He tried but he wasn't successful at all his paranoia progressed so far that loud noises freaked him out. Then one day it happened. On this day his father came home as usual drunk of his bottom and looking for a fight. Damian didn't want to but couldn't help but hear his mothers screams of terror. He bit his lip trying to not break under the continues screams. Then without warning 'Bang!' It was a glass bottle his father threw and missed. In Damian ears it was more like a gun fire and that sent him over the edge. His paranoia and bipolar disorder struck hard at this exact moment.

Damain door opened slowly and he walked out of it wearing a blank stare as his hair fell and covered his eyes. "N-no not again...." He whispered to himself holding up a knife he kept to protect him if he every ran into those suit guys again. Damian without a second thought rushed the source of the sound and stabbed what ever dark figure that came in his path. The night ended quickly and by the time Damian awoke he was in a car wearing a straight jacket. It turned out his father was in the hospital with 12 stab wounds. He did that of course but while they questioned his father about his wife being beaten up he with out hesitation blamed Damian. One of the people who questioned them brung up the Fae Highschool and even helped his parents get enough money to send him there.

Habits:
Damain has an odd habit to shift his eyes from left to right due to his paranoia. Although when he does shift his eyes he doesn't look scared he'd look at bit angered or ready to chase after the source of a sound.

Fears:
He's closterfobic and afraid of random loud noises, so only if he doesn't know where it is or when its coming then he'll be afraid.

Eyes
Plain Black, with only slight changes in colour to signify the pupil and veins.

Hair
Short, black hair with a fringe that reaches just above her eyes.

Height
5'9"

Weight
99lb

Name
Sera Fantasma

Nickname
N/A
Age
18

Gender
Female

Sexuality
Straight

Personality
Sera is cold and distant. She despises those weaker than her, and believes friends and family are nuisances. She enjoys seeing others get hurt, especially if she particularly despises them, and she will often make sarcastic comments. If she is making friends with you, beware. It's usually to use you for a purpose or get something from you, and after that, she'll drop you like a sack of bricks... if you're lucky.

「✓」
• Likeminded people
• Seeing people getting 'what they deserve'
「✖」
• Weak people
• Most people in general
• 'Happy' emotions, in particular feeling them herself
Biography
Sera grew up in a nice neighbourhood. She was a rich kid, and was given everything her heart desired by her two loving and doting parents. At first glance, her life looked glamorous and perfect.

However, things were not all as it seemed. While her parents loved her, they certainly did not love each other. Her mother came home drunk almost every night, and her father was a workaholic, spending almost all of his time at his office, even spending nights and weekends there. Her parents slowly started to neglect her, to the point of her even wanting them to divorce so the misery would end.

Eventually, as most of the troubled rich kids in her neighbourhood tended to do, Sera turned to illegal fun to cure her boredom and make her forget about the problems in her life. She cut her hair short, started wearing 'cool kid' clothes, all the stereotypical gangster-y stuff she assumed was actually normal.

She got into bad crowds who slowly toughened her up, made her into the person she is today. She beat people up who disagreed with her, stole from stores, even drove a getaway car for a bank heist. But, despite the work and alcohol haze, her parents did notice the change. They followed what one of her mothers bar friends told her to do, and enrolled her in Fae High School.

Habits
She tends to always cross her arms, and almost always has either a cigarette or a piece of gum in her mouth.

Fears
- The dark, as in pitch blackness
- Humiliation

Devin Matusmane

•Appearance:

Devin has a wide set face to compliment his widely set body. He possesses a muscular body. His armspan is about 2 inches longer than his height, clearly noticeable to anyone who takes the time to observe his figure. He has an average nose but placed on a body as big as his, it appears small. He possesses thin ears, that fold back further than normal. Most people assume he is 17 or 18 but he is actually 16.

•Eyes: Brown

• Hair: Brown

• Height: 6,1

• Weight: 230

Name: Devin Matusmane

Nickname: Big Beef (This is what he was called at his old school, he hates it.)

Age: 16

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Homosexual

Personality:

Devin is aggressive and quick to the point. He prefers to settle conflicts with fights. When he isn't fighting a boy, he's admiring them. He admires the strong and looks down on the weak. But he believes he must be the strongest.

「✓」
• Gym
• Violin
• Fights
• Dating
• Music

「✖」
• School
• Cocky people
• Groups of people
• Sports
• Most girls

Biography:

Devin wasn't always the man you see here.

Devin grew up normally enough. He has unusually strict parents who weren't always around. While they couldn't spend as much time with him as other parents, they made it up through strict rules and focused training. Both of his parents love the violin. They bought one for Devin when he was 6 and taught him how to play. They ensured he played his violin every day. Devin grew to love the instrument. He performed many recitals. When he was 12 he discovered his sexuality through observing a fellow violinist during practice. He grappled with his feelings as his libido grew.

In school he began to look over more and more boys. This did not go unnoticed and other boys began to grow more hostile towards him. He began to be bullied for his behavior. One day while walking home, he was being harassed by a group of boys. Finally, he snapped, striking another student with his violin. This knocked the other boy unconscious. The rest of the boys beat him senseless and broke his violin. Devin staggered home, locked himself in his room, and vowed to never lose a fight again. He spent the rest of his adolescence vigorously training himself. After gawking at many boys (and defeating them in fights many times too.) Devin had built himself a reputation as the king of the school. His parents had grown increasingly apart from him during these years. His mom finally noticed his injuries when he came home from a fight. Through the word of the friend, she enrolled him in Fae High School.

Habits:

Devin can often be caught staring at other boys.

Fears:

Having no control of himself.
Complete Isolation

Other:

Feedback is greatly appreciated.

❝ ^{I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I'm awake, you know?} ❞

Nickname: Nikki | Nick
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual

Personality:
Blunt, absent minded and aloof. People often think his thought process is doing nothing, when in reality he's often focused on his own ideas. Nicolas is exceedingly unsocial, and only uses few words, thus people sometimes being interpreted as rude and uncouth. The first impression of Nicolas is an exceedingly boring and disinterested being, but those who get to know him better are able to see his sarcastic, playful and even vicious side. However, he's mainly solitary and egotistical, wanting to solve everything on his own.

「✓」
• Sleeping
• Daydreaming
• Personal hygiene
• Orchestral music
• Wild animals

「✖」
• Loud noises
• Dirty things
• Staying awake
• Working as a team
• Large crowds

Biography:
As a boy, his father had taught him the meaning of death. He'd been taken hunting, and at the age of fourteen, he'd been forced to shoot, skin, prepare and eat his first deer. His father had shown him how to hunt, but more importantly, he had seen the fear in the eyes of the animal before it was killed, and understood that this was the ugliest part about death. A black mark at the end of your life, such as pleading for it, marred your time in the world.

Despite the lessons he had learned from his father, Nicolas hated the man. There was a lot of hate in Nicolas's life; he acknowledged this the same way you'd acknowledge an acquaintance in the street, it kept his heart burning. The only hate he harbored that he couldn't stand was the hate for his father. He knew it was wrong, but was powerless to stop it, ironically, as most people are powerless to cease from loving their fathers. He'd found the man stone dead almost a year to the day after the deer-hunt, a bottle of whisky on the side and the blinds drawn. The stink on him in death had been the same as the one on him in life; alcohol and cigarettes. The closed blinds made the room even danker than it already was. Like an animal, he'd shut the curtains to hide himself from the world, ashamed of his dying form, curling up to die in what he believed in as peace.

He'd gone to live with his uncle at that point. The man was a better person than his father, certainly, but his ability with people was severely lacking. As such, he could not look after the child as well as he'd have hoped. Nicolas had receded into himself, in both grief and simply for the reason that he was comfortable that way. He began to fight other kids, lashing out at anyone who'd mention his deceased father or the case of his absent mother. His uncle, understandably, couldn't handle the boy any longer, and thus sent him to Fae High School.

Habits:
• Falling asleep in the middle of class.
• Petting almost every animal he sees.
• Twitching his fingers when bored or impatient.

Fears:
• Brontophobia - Fear of thunder and lightning.
• Nyctohylophobia - Fear of dark wooded areas or of forests at night.

Other:
• Enjoys home cooking, but is usually too tired to make his own.
• Nicolas is surprisingly strong. He can fight, but chooses not to out of his own laziness.