Realm:
A realm nearly empty with the exception of the floor having shards of shatter glasses that when looked at fives a broken reflection of yourself when looking at it. A symbolic meaning for something that only Qunin knows and is considered unremarkable in emotional depth to other gods. In the center of this realm is a glass mannequin at its default form when no one is in the realm. When being looked at, the mannequin turn into a realistic figure of the ideal lover of whoever sees it, appearing differently for each person who looks at the statue.

Form:
Qunin has not changed his form, remaining as the same shy individual that he was during the accident. Wearing the same dark blue long sleeved shirt and dark pair of jeans. Standing at his original height of 5'10 and weighing 160 pounds.

Other/Notes:

Name: Emre Novak, professes to not actually care, but blatantly prefers male pronouns.

Age: 18.

Personality: Emre, to his friends, was always a sassy, happy-go-lucky nerd who lived for the sole purpose of having fun. He was always a hedonist, willing to do anything for some fun. Throughout high school, he experimented with numerous drugs, all "For the hell of it" as he would put it. His lifestyle was focused around cheap, temporary thrills and distractions. Despite this seemingly self-serving lifestyle, he always seemed ready to do anything for his friends, to the point that his birthday presents always seemed to involve tricking his friends into letting him buy things for them. This is most likely a sign of his crippling flaw: he is fixated on doing things for others, and often can find no other reason to do anything serious. He is known to become quite focused on certain people, and will fixate himself on a goal no matter how ridiculous it is, which has unfortunately led to many, many suicide attempts when reality hit.

Interests: Emre is obsessed with two things: World War Two, and Space. He owns countless models of WWII aircraft, tanks, and ships that can be found strewn throughout his room. Furthermore, he has a complete fixation on space travel. Not with the technology, but in the action. He never really grew out of wanting to be an astronaut. As a result of this, he ended up in the Naval Academy with all his College money ready to go to LASIK in order to get into aviation.

In his free time, he will either go out with friends (preferably to someplace new; he hates going to the same place twice in a row), or just browse the internet. A point of pride for him is that he has never, ever masturbated. Be it a true lack of a sex drive or simply considering it irrelevant to his goals, the most arousal he's ever shown is a light blush. He's continually shown interest in writing, but never gave it much thought beyond a few ideas floating around in his head. Given a catalyst, he might have become obsessed with it instead of space.

History: Emre was born in an exceptionally normal town in rural North Carolina, and his family never moved once in his life. They were all major Christians, but not quite evangelists. They were protective, but not quite overprotective. It was the perfect recipe for a normal life, and perhaps by design. Both parents had been on the move their whole lives for one reason or another, and wanted Emre to live a planted, normal life. Except this backfired horribly.

They sent him to the best schools in the area (that didn't cost money), and everyone he met seemed to have a more interesting life. He was the stereotypical face of mildly (but not quite wildly) conservative rural America thrust into the liberal capital of North Carolina (which he was surprised even existed). For more or less half of Middle School, he was completely out of place. Everyone around him was an atheist whose ideas flew in the face of everything his interpretation of Christianity believed.

Then, something happened. Perhaps it was a love affair, perhaps a crush, or maybe just something he read. He can't figure out which of the three it was, but either way, his entire identity did a 180-degree turn. In a single day, he became a liberal agnostic at odds with his parents. Of course, they all thought it was a phase, and anyone with half a brain would. After all, he was a teenage boy, he was sure to have a crisis of faith before eventually returning to what he had believed originally. At least, that's what they thought.

Except he didn't go back, he loved the idea of having new things to think about. He fit in with everyone at school, people whom he'd formerly had to listen to berating his beliefs. It felt great. Every day, he'd go out with his new-found friends and just talk. It didn't matter what they talked about or where they went to him, as long as something new was happening. Just as everything was getting fun, Middle School came to an end and so did the grades their school offered. With only a few parting words, they all went their separate ways.

Every once in a while they'd get together again, but the number of people coming slowly dwindled. One of them moved to the west coast, and never sent so much as a single text back. Another attempted suicide, and never spoke to any of them again. Afraid of throwing themselves into it all, Emre and the one person he considered a friend at the time jumped ship. They'd get together sporadically, with two months being the usual amount of time between meetings. Out of necessity, he made a new friend.

This one was nothing normal for Emre, and he loved it. He collected guns, he went on the vilest hub of scum and villainy on the internet (AKA 4chan), and best of all, both of them were exactly as flawed as each other. Neither gave a second thought to the other's flaws, and that's what made it great. They went through most of High School together, and by the end, they both had very few options open to them. Neither wanted a "normal" job at a desk, but neither had any artistic skills. Without anything else to do, they agreed to join the military. Just for the hell of it.

They both took the test, and both of them passed. But while Emre went into the Naval Academy, his friend went to West Point. As he settled into his new life, things slowly got more and more boring. He desperately wanted someone to talk to, or even something to do, but he couldn't put in the effort to find either. His grades stayed the same, but his psyche didn't. Without anyone he knew to talk to, he came to the conclusion that he didn't want to live anymore. So he stepped onto a bus to the highest tower in the city...

Appearance: Text description first, optional link to an image second. Include what they're wearing on the day they die, when a bus careens into a fuel station and explodes, though this may change fairly quickly.

Notes: Anything else?

Name: Carin Esposito

Age: 23

Personality:
By nature a pessimist, Carin is highly uncomfortable with any kind of spontaneity, because she assumes the worst straight away. Any plans that haven't been previously discussed with her or that are imposed on her will shine with her absence from them, as she loathes not knowing what is going on or what could happen. Her calm and polite composure and impeccable lying skills are both leftovers from her childhood, in which they were needed in order to get her through the day unscathed. Although she craves meaningful emotional connection, she can never state her true opinions or feelings in presence of persons she doesn't fully trust, which can be a big hindrance when meeting new people. Care and attachment are things that also don't come easily to her, and she tends to be more focused on her goals than the people around her( Though it depends how much they mean to her).
The biggest conflict that Carin faces is inside of her : she hesitates between what she wants and what she think must be done. Pre-accident Carin will often disregard all of her feelings towards the subject she's studying or the people she thinks she's supposed to hang out with, whereas post-accident Carin realizes that her life is her own and will finally act towards what she wants.
Another aspect of the calm and composed mask is that she always makes sure what she is wearing is formal enough-to the risk of overdressing-, and that she always feels more confident to have a layer of makeup.

Interests: One thing she has always wanted to do, and which contrasts heavily with her chemistry major, is open a bakery. As a child, the only place where she felt safe was the bakery of her neighborhood, which at the time was run by an elderly couple. She was always fascinated with how the baker managed to transform tasteless lumps of ingredients into delicious pastries, which seemed like magic to her at the time.
As a child, the areas she could play in were restrained to the tiny house her mother got after the passing of her father, and the bakery across the street. The former felt quite dull compared to the rush of excitement of a rollercoaster, and the latter's owners did not always have time to take care of a child running around the place, so the amusement park always had a special place in her heart. She loved how the horror house always took her breath away, how the clowns always knew just the thing to cheer her up and make her laugh, and how it seemed like such a brighter and more alive world than her house. Where the bakery felt like her home, the amusement park felt like she was finally living.
When it comes to movies, Carin has a fondness for horror and psychological films, since they remind her of the haunted houses of the amusement park.
Because of once again her childhood, one thing she always wanted to take up but actually never did was boxing, due to the mixed feelings between never wanting to be hurt again and her step father finding out.

History: Most things in her life went well until her father died in a car crash the day after her eighth birthday. Her mother was torn with grief and spent much of her time at the bottom of an alcohol bottle for two years. Meanwhile, Carin desperately tried to cheer her mother up, thinking that making her feel better will also fill the hole she felt getting deeper and deeper in her chest. Exactly two years after the accident, her mother brought someone home, someone from the bar she always went to after she had siphoned the alcohol in their house. He was tall and had more hair than on his chest than on his head, but most importantly, he had a glint in his eye Carin would never forget.

A little while after that when was the hitting began. Her mother's belly started to grow, and she was more excited about the baby than she ever was about Carin bringing back good grades from school, leaving the new man in her life totally in control of Carin's education. And what an education he gave. During the few years he and her mother were together, Carin learned not to show her feelings, to keep a calm and polite composure to avoid any hits, and to lie through her teeth whenever she was compromised. Meanwhile, her mother had triplets and was completely overwhelmed with them, and gave Carin no attention except when she excelled in Chemistry. The man was eventually dumped when he started to show signs of aggression towards the triplets.
Academically, Carin was good at most sciences and math, decent at english when grammar and spelling were involved-but utterly helpless when it came to redactions and essays (since her teacher always insisted on the students having their own opinions), and below average at the rest. She joined the student council as treasurer, and did a good job at stopping irationnal spending (even though she earned many students's dislike for doing so)
When she graduated high school, she voiced out her wish to start her own bakery to her mother, but soon regretted it as she completely refused to acknolwedge that wish. Instead, for the the first time in years, her mother spoke to her as if she was actually interested in her. Unfortunately for the bakery project, it was to convince her to choose chemistry as her major (like she did in college) and to not choose a man before she was done with it. Overjoyed with the attention, Carin followed her mother's advice, but soon found herself torn between what her mother's expectations of her were (and the only way she could get attention from her mother) and what she yearned to do.
Chemistry studies were harder than she thought they would be, and so she has never had much time to actually do things that she enjoyed, which with the more years that passed, only increased her frustration with the whole situation. Eventually those feelings exploded after the accident, when she realized she had just wasted her entire life doing what her mother wanted her to do.

Appearance: Carin is italian from her mother's side, her grand-grand parents being the ones who settled in Avernale, looking for peace away from the facist regime of Mussolini. She has olive skin which darkness can change from slightly tanned to pretty dark according to how much sun she gets. Her thick dark hair is often let loose, as it remains the only part of her appearance she cannot master no matter how much she tries. She often frames her black eyes with eyeliner, nature being kind enough to give her reasonably long lashes. Her nose is her dad's, straight although a bit long except from a bump in the middle (due to it being broken once), and her face shape is her mom's, heart-shaped with relatively high cheekbones.
She feels most comfortable in a tight pencil skirt and a top which depends largely on the day/occasion. Since she has inherited her mother's small height, she likes to wear heels in order not to feel like people are towering over her. (She's a 155 centimeter on a good day)
That day she was going to her last test before she graduated college, and was wearing a tight skirt that was mid thigh long and a black blouse, and a huge trench coat that swallowed her from head to toe.

Notes: Likes puns but absolutely loathe dad jokes. Wish she had a better sense of humor or socialization. Secretly loves cheesy pick up lines, but would never have the gut to tell it to someone. Quite a lot of character development throughout the story is planned, as she's learning to break free of her mother and her past.

Name: Dr. Ross Bell

Gender: Male

Age: 59

Personality: Strict and demanding, Ross has made an impact on the students of Southpoint High School for nearly 3 decades, earning him the colourful nickname among the students as "Doctor Bellend". He desires order and excellence above all else and as such his style of teaching has been lambasted by many a student who has failed to meet his high expectations and strict deadlines. Bell has always been a man who accepts only the very best from student and coworker alike and has proven that he is willing to discipline and dismiss staff as much as he is pupils. He seldom drops his formal and somewhat uptight attitude, especially while on the job. He considers himself to be strict but fair and generally attempts to stick to a code of ethics.
Outside of his work, Ross was always somewhat of a loner as he often found other people particularly irritating, and became even more so after the untimely loss of both his wife and unborn child from complications during child birth.
Ross is naturally very curious and dedicated to logic and reason; He lives by the principle of believing what the evidence points to being the most likely. Thus, in life he was an atheist and a skeptic who doesn't believe in the paranormal at all and it was a remarkable shock to him when he ascended. Indeed, this attitude means that one should certainly not misconstrue his strict demeanour as being closed minded or stuck in the past; Ross has in fact published several papers supporting and advocating innovation within the education system.

Interests: Ross is understandably interested in education; Indeed, he had instead presented with the opportunity to pursue a higher paying career at several points in his life and has instead elected to remain at his post. He reads many books and watches a number of documentaries.
He has a keen interest in writing and has penned three novels. All three were science fiction novels. The first is a rather obscure novel that was titled "The Long Night of Solace" and centred around the crew of a warship which is heavily damaged and set adrift while transporting refugees away from a war-torn world. The second was written as a tie in to a video game series (And consequently was the best selling of his works) called "The World Eater", which was written almost entirely from the perspective of a villain. In preparation he effectively binged on the series established media and even brought a games console and all the series entries to get the story pinned down. It payed off to be sure, as the novel was well received and praised for its faithfulness to the extensive established canon. Given that it did well, he was contracted to write another book for the series, which came in the form of "The War in the Heavens." It was a hated novel, primarily because Ross was tasked with killing off a popular character which angered a very large chunk of the fanbase.
Ross was in the midst of writing a fourth novel, another science fiction novel under the title of "Terra Nullius", at the time of the accident.
Additionally, he has authored a school textbook that has gone through several volumes and have been used at several schools within the city.
Outside of that, Ross enjoys watching films and tv shows with a strong preference for drama and science fiction (and a burning hatred of romance and soap operas) and enjoys playing chess over the internet.

History: Ross was the second child in a middle class family. He and his older sister, Amanda, shared a close relationship initially, however after she hit 15 the pair grew apart. She fell in with a bad crowd and ultimately ended up addicted to methamphetamine. After their parents refused to continue giving her money as she kept spending it on illegal substances, Amanda moved in with her boyfriend and Ross lost contact with her entirely.
Ross was quickly slapped by the stigma of his sister by the establishment and became incensed to prove that he was a better person. His hard work soon proved him, as he turned out to be an exceptionally bright student.
At age 17, Ross' sister died of a drug overdose. Ross was filled with abject hatred of illegal drugs after that point, and his sisters fall and death became a major reason for his strict attitude towards pupils in later life.
Ross has earned two doctorates in his life, a major achievement for anyone; His first was a doctorate in Psychology which he earned by 26, and the other was a doctorate in English Literature which he got when he was 32. He got his first teaching job at Southpoint High School when he was 28 and quickly developed a reputation among the students as being overly strict.
He was promoted to the head of the three department at age 36 and was made deputy head two years later. Much to his Chagrin however, after the retirement of the headmaster at the time, the school brought in an outsider to take the position. He published his first novel on his 40th Birthday, fulfilling a life long ambition of his and sparking a relatively successful literary career.
At age 46, he was made the headmaster of Southpoint following the early retirement (read; dismissal) of his predecessor. He quickly set to work attempting to address the rapidly falling standards at the school and in the space of four years the schools exam results climbed up again. A considerable number of teachers were dismissed and replaced during this time dies to "inadequate performance."
A little over a year ago, following the release of his third book, Ross was offered a position as the lead writer on a successful TV Show "Empire". Although the pay was double what he was making he turned down the offer and remained as Headmaster.
Four days ago, his car was damaged after a learner driver crashed into it while trying to park. While it was being repaired, Ross took to using the public transport system; This choice would prove to be fatal as he was killed in the crash.

Appearance: Ross is a relatively stereotypical headmaster in terms of appearance; His hair is short, neatly combed and has turned grey with age, thinning at the back. He has icy blue eyes and his brows are drawn in such a way as to give his face a permanent frown. He once stood at 6'2 but has gradually began to shrink as he aged. At the time of his death, he stood at just under 6'.

Notes: Not really