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Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Her dad was standing there with a beer bottle in his hand as he continued to groan, coughing and cowering over to grab his stomach before throwing up yet again. "Aw, c'mon man!! New shoes." Usually, Abbie wasn't one to care about appearances but when it came to her new shoes that she had bought the day before, she was pissed. Abbie saved up 20 bucks to be able to but those converse sneakers and it was all a waste now. She wasn't able to dodge in just in time. 

Abbie had spent the entire morning tending to her father's sickness. Either he was poisoned, sick, or the beer just wasn't working that specific day. Her clothes for the day were a mess and the odor of vomit was strong. So, she took a fresh shower and wore whatever she could find the quickest. Abbie only starts actually ditching class when it was 2 weeks into school. That way, the teachers barely notice small details and it's easier. 

It didn't really matter if she was at the school or not. Abbie found that she was pretty unnoticeable when she wasn't there which led to her taking her sweet time. School, how fun. Abbie found herself annoyed with English class and not a fan of math class in general. English caused the young girl to cringe, frustrated at the words that tended to seem completely different than what they actually said. However, that was something she would deal with when it was time for that class. 

Walking into the school building and realizing that it was already lunch was just great. Missing introductions? Yes. Every year, the same ritual. The first 4 classes, if not all would want to learn more about you or for you to get to know each other. I mean, did those "activities" even matter? Some people are bound to hate each other and some are bound to like the other. Doesn't matter how many group projects you give out to them really. She didn't have to search for the cafeteria, finding her way easily and smiling when she found out that it was pizza day.

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Abbie Ollah McGumffery

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Location: Home --> School/Cafeteria

Interacting: Clydey @Klaykid } Derek @alexfangtalon | Poetry @LovelyAnastasia

"Veeery obvious." She purred, giving him a smirk. She nodded along while the chalky pizza crust rubbed against the roof of her mouth as she chewed. Some might have called it disgusting and some might have said that it tasted better than good. But for Abbie, it was just neutral. Not bad but sure as heck not good. 

"Ugh...Depends on what it is Clydey. Don't like the way you're playing with your hands." She replied, lowering the pizza in her right hand. She took another bite before he asked if something was up. Friends care about each other. It's not just a one-sided deal you're getting into when you become someone's so-called "best friend." Inseparable. A bond that most obtain but cannot keep. In Abbie's mind, however, the definition of her friendship with Clyde might have been a bit different that his. While she comes to him for advice, it's never for something of much importance. The thought of imposing on his sweet self-made Abbie's stomach turn. His problems were hers but her own were up to her own intellect to solve. Besides, she didn't have problems. She just had a bit of bad luck.

She looked down at his hand with a curious look as he rubbed her arm. An eyebrow was raised as she chuckled. Is he trying new friendship techniques again? "Nah man. Y'know, my dad. Just being the father of the year as usual!" Her laugh was bitter but lively nonetheless. A laugh of evident glee to drown out the lack of sincerity. But Abbie's bright smile was now apparent once again as she looked up with a mouth full of pizza. "Hell yeah. I'm always up for ice cream." 

The moment she heard Derek's voice, Abbie internally groaned. Here was the guy that apparently had a "crush" on her. Or whatever the fuck he was calling it with his whole "I'm a badass" thing he's got going on. Usually, the words that came out of that mouth of his reflected off of her. However, this time, it was different. Someone...messing with Clydey? My Clydey? The thought of that made her furious. 

At that moment, a bright sunflower came into view as Poetry placed her hand on Abbie's shoulder. Any other day, Abbie would have said something sweet, something that could have even counted as flirting. But this wasn't the time so Abbie put on a soft smile and ruffled her hair. "Hey Poetry. Good mornin." she said as the girl walked off to greet some others. Now, her attention was back on Derek.

"Gombeen?" She grit her teeth and continued to speak. "The fuck's that? You mean Jackoff?" Abbie turned to Clyde with a look of worry and anger. "Jackoff messed with you?" Abbie looked over at Jake with a look that could kill. A fire burning in her eyes before she snapped her head over to Derek. "What'd he do? I swear to fucking god. If he laid a hand on him, I've got a bat in my bag that I'm just really not afraid to use." Abbie cracked her knuckles and snapped her neck. That last statement was a bit of an overstatement. Abbie would hurt him but she's smarter than to get rough with someone on the first day of school. She would do something if she saw he lay his hands on him. But it all depended on what Derek responded with.

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Name: Thins isn't something that you are given during your creation, you are just a weapon after all. Though, we believe that having one will help you feel a little more human and individualized, as opposed to being called by a number for the rest of your existence. So what would you have us call you? Feel free to include a nickname(s)/alias

Gender: 

Age: ***I wasn't going to add this at first, but since we now have more than 9 people, I figured I might as well. Basically, thanks to mass production everybody will generally be around the same age. To make things simple I figured, if we all played a number between 1-100, we'd all be 15. If you want to play a younger character, the next 100 would be 14, and the next 13, so on and so forth. I'm going to leave the minimum at 13.

Appearance: We won't all come from the same male donor, so we don't all look the same like storm troopers. Also, be sure to include where you number is located (Anime picture/ words/ or both)

Number: Were you created first or 255th 

Rank: (F-sss) I will go more into this when the OOC goes up, but basically this tells us how powerful you currently are. F being that you're a low-level, average, godslayer only possessing a few enhancements and no special ability. SSS meaning that your power is pretty much off the charts and they should be clearing the next 5 cities when you fight lol. ***The highest I will allow anyone to start at is rank B (if you need help gauging your power, until the ooc comes up I will be more than glad to assist)

Personality: Tell us what you're like. How do you feel about just being used as a weapon for the government or even the fact that you have yet to experience the outside world?

Likes/Dislikes: 

Enhancement(s): Were you created with more strength than an average godslayer, maybe even greater marksmanship?

Weapon(s): (optional) Do you run into the battlefield slicing and dicing or what? If you just rely on a special ability you can skip this. 

Ability: Do you have lighting fists, control fire, telekinetic powers, etc?

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"Uh...Isn't that a little. I dunno, dangerous? 

Um. No I mean, really. Stop."



Name:
Axel


Gender:
Male


Age:
15


Appearance:
Upon meeting Axel or simply gazing your eyes on him, his expression would cause one to simply assume that he is either agitated or purely vexed. From the most likely permanently furrowed brows to the way that he fidgets with his hands when he thinks that no one is looking his way. Axel has almost always been this way. Jittery and anxious without even realizing that it reflects on how he presents himself. But you will never see him slouching his broad shoulders. Axel walks with poise and a hint of restlessness whilst his eyes turn from left to right, examining his surroundings.

He has dark brown hair with a few strands that have gotten lighter over the year, exposing a more caramel color. His goatee is the only part of his hair that is truly straight. Besides that, his hair is unruly with strands curling up from beneath his flat cap and a few pieces lying over his non-unique dark brown slanted eyes. 

The style that he always chooses to go with usually consists of at least a high collar jacket that will most likely be zipped up all the way to its peak. Though rarely visible, Axel's left side of his neck has the number '5' imprinted onto it in roman numerals. The fingerless gloves he owns are something that he won't leave without. Besides that, he wears jeans and a T-shirt of his choice. Nothing really distinct about him at all.


Number
5


Rank:
B


Personality:
His appearance shows an individual that is stressful and perhaps even perturbed. And that judgement isn't completely off. Axel has always been someone that worried more than he probably should. Quick to ponder over little misfortunes and his mind comes up with a countless amount of outcomes that can be far from what actually happens. A pessemist that attempts to be optomistic about everything but...ultimately fails. Overexagerating over a lot of things is another thing. Tending to be dramatic when risk-takers do idiotic things. Axel is a Even though he's confident, Axel speaks while often stuttering and overusing the word "um".  The hesitant-ness in his voice is evident as he speaks. 

Even if he worries about himself and others, that doesn't mean that Axel is automatically a heartfelt and kind person. Often he can be called quite the contrary, in fact. Axel speaks without actually thinking over what he says. His words coming out rude and insensitive even. He is a man that may seem unconfident to some though that isn't true. Axel's just bad at speaking. Speaking in general. He is a man that says what he's thinking often out loud and cares less about what others think than he realizes himself.

Annoying him is quite simple. Axel can get irritated very easily. A short temper and all of a sudden, he'll speak clear sentences. Even if you annoy him over something that might not have been your fault, Axel will most likely take offense. He's a full fledged complainer. Someone that doesn't know when is the right time to close that mouth of his. At times he can even be called cocky with his ways of denying many things that he doesn't seem to like. A brat? Just a bit.


Likes/Dislikes:
✔ Silence
✔ Sweets
✔ Eating
✔ Being able to be left alone
✔ Card games 

✗ Stupidity 
✗ Lazyness
✗ Anoyying people/things/sounds
✗ Getting told things he doesn't want to hear
✗ The fact that he worries to much


Enhancement(s):
🅷🅴🅰🆁🅸🅽🅶
Axel has an irritating pair of ears that can pick up just about any sound within a moderate range. This can be used as a lie detector as well, able to pick up the change of pace in one's heartbeat or the strain in their voice. Luckily, this has come with parabolic hearing so that he can cancel out noises except for the wanted sounds. Though the sad part is that he can't cancel out noises and the parabolic hearing comes with a limit.
🆂🆃🆁🅴🅽🅶🆃🅷//🆁🅴🅵🅻🅴🆇🅴🆂
Though his torso isn't weak by any means, most of Axel's physical strength lies in his lower body. Lighting fast reflexes that come off as a flex due to panic rather than just a natural talent.
🅿🅰🅸🅽 🆂🆄🅿🆁🅴🆂🆂🅸🅾🅽 
This is because of his superhuman power of metal mimicry. He isn't incapable of feeling pain but he can block out pain at his will. However, he usually reacts too late for him not to let out a yelp when he gets hurt.


Weapon(s):
Because of his enhanced hearing, Axel was trained to use firearms since he was young. The hearing makes it possible to know where the enemy is and where they're headed. Hearing their approaching footsteps from a mile away if he tries hard enough.


Ability:
Metal Mimicry: Pretty self-explanatory. Axel is made up of metal and holds the power to transform himself into his full metal form. Causing him to obtain enhanced durability and inhuman strength. Elemental shapeshifting is possible, impersonating others or turning into a monster at his will. He is also able to turn invisible. Of course, not truly invisible since it is becoming invisible in metal.

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⍚ Raven  ⥥  18  ⥥   Female  ⥥   Demisexual ⍚ 
"When you think of beauty, visualize a rose. It withers."

𝔐y 𝔐ortal ℭ𝔬𝔦𝔩

[ ⍚ ] A P P E A R A N C E

Raven is a woman of undeniable beauty. From the thin and yet muscular legs to the beauty mark right beside her left eye. Her mother is a woman that looks like an angel. Which is where she got the innocent appearance. The sweet expression on her face and the high cheekbones which more enhanced her smile. Her father, however, was a man that looked as if he’d kill you on the spot if you angered him enough. He has eyebrows that make it look like he is almost always angry but he is most definitely handsome. Like her father, Raven has naturally gray hair with red streaks running through her hair. Though not too much. Just enough to enhance her icy blue eyes that make it seem as if you’re staring into the ocean itself. An endless abyss with a look that could make you go cold. 

Her frame is slim and yet somehow sinewy. Even with the little visible muscle, Raven still looks delicate. A dark rose. Someone that you see and simply admire for its mystery and beauty. Her hair flown back but what stands out is what sticks out is her elvish ears. Pointed and slanted downwards. A trait passed on by her mother. As well as her small and light pink lips.

The mark which is her curse is on her back and is a rather gruesome one. It runs along her back and its length is about the same as her arm. It looks almost the same as a tattoo of a pair of dark wings which wrap themselves around her entire body all the way up to her neck.

[ ⍚ ] P E R S O N A L I T Y

Raven doesn’t have many friends. There are 2 reasons for this. One, her family. Obviously, she has been encouraged to stay away from close relationships that would put the family business in jeopardy. Two, Raven isn’t the sweetest girl around. She has never been. Raven can be insensitive and at times even cruel. Though almost all of her insults will accompany an expression that makes it look as though she is bored. Quick to say what’s on her mind and is honestly uninterested in most people. 

Because of her family, Raven never even bothered making friends. Her brothers told her stories of men burning witches and hanging them to the stake for no reason. And Raven, a naive girl, didn't think about the fact that her family wouldn't have been killed for no reason at all. They are murderers, after all. No matter if they attempt to justify it with the amount of money they make and how they often buy things for their acquaintances. 

She has always been a curious girl. That's how she found out abut the family, after all. Following her brother in the shadows when he went out to go hunting one late night wasn't the best choice that she could have made. Though she is a curious girl, people with a dying urge to know about everything like her brother Raven. Even making a few friends would be okay as long as they aren't too... involved with everything. She would much rather be friends with a lone wolf than someone that is part of a large tribe and has a curious nature. 

But beneath her harsh exterior is just a girl that wants to prove to her family that she can be a true part of the business. And a girl that mourns deep down. She is full of sorrow, whether it's guilt for not doing anything to stop her parents or the feeling that her parents love her brothers more. She isn't a bad person. If you get to know her enough, you'll realize that she cannot leave anyone in pain alone. Maybe it's just to practice but maybe she actually wants to help them. Raven can be a kindhearted girl when and if she wants to.

[ ⍚ ] B I O G R A P H Y

Raven was born to a mother that was part of the Rumasra and a father that grew as a lone wolf, banished from his witch tribe called the Altose. Her mother is a practicer of witchcraft and could be called a witch herself. And so, Raven ended up a witch as well. They aren't really a part of a tribe. Though they do interact with the Rumasra tribe enough but no one actually knows this particular family. Raven is the third of 4 children and the only female out of them. Often attempting to prove herself to her older brothers and the one youngest that was only younger than her by 2 weeks. 

The youngest brother was a boy cast out of his tribe when he was a mere infant. His mother and father killed by witch hunters and hung for a ritual. Rolin may have the dryest eyes that make it seem as if he has no soul but he is a natural born spell-master that Raven's parents adopted/stole for that reason.

Her parents are quite well off. They tend to a family garden that sells its strawberries and vegetables well. Raven's father and mother had also started an herbal store full of magic and healing medicine. It has quite the reputation for curing practically any sickness within the week. But it's also known for having an eerie atmosphere to it even with the workers there smiling kindly and offering them great service. 

After a while, Raven also began to become suspicious of certain things. Glancing around and viewing her surroundings. The lavish jewels around him and the furniture covered with the fur of an animal she had never encountered before. They were well off but perhaps too well off with the income that should have been just enough to take care of them, not nearly enough to buy extra luxuries. And so, at the age of 14, Raven was introduced to the actual family business. 

Her older brother by 2 years was a hunter. A well-known one as well. But he was not just a hunter of wild animals. He was a hunter of men as well. Her family was full of beasts that killed innocent beings and drained their blood for profit. The people were either cruel and selfish beings or people said to have a mask that never came off. When she confronted her mother about it, all she was told was that it was a part of a spell that many yearned for. Anything for a profit.

In their case, the blood was used for healing spells and even aging spells. Though blood magic came with a price that her parents didn't have to pay. All that was said to the clients was that it most certainly came with a risk but one that wasn't guaranteed. A lie, of course. The men and women that used these specific potions were to die at the age of 67. On their 67th birthday, they fall into a deep sleep and their body rotted within 5 minutes. Cause of death? No one knows. Except for Raven's family. This family business was one that Raven yearned to be a part of. However, she was subjected to simply being the one that learned how to make potions and heal others. That was her entire purpose. 

Memories Retained: Ignore for now

𝔐y ℑmmortal 𝔖𝔬𝔲𝔩

⍚ Xara  ⥥  God of Punishment and torture; The Executor   ⥥   Male  ⥥   Panxual ⍚ 

Many will say you are evil. 
The emblem of misery.
The way you hold the weapon above your head.
Your icy cold eyes that speak to no one. 

However, you should know one thing;
The sun shines for anyone.
The rain pours down for no reason.
And you are not at fault for the tears of those that yearn for forgiveness.

Don’t give it to them.
They don’t deserve your nonexistent mercy.
Just do what you were born to do,
For anything else is a waste of your time.

And don’t forget.
No matter what they tell you,
You are an angel.
Unknown

[ ⍚ ] GO D L Y   A P P E A R A N C E

Xara looks by no means full of youth. Though there are no wrinkles that taint his skin, he looks dull and worn out. Like a soldier that has just returned from battle. Xara is still a handsome and attractive God. Though his elegance is of a man that you watch and do not dare to interact with. Someone that could give you a look of death without actually changing his expression. His skin is as pale as the snow but appears a bit sickly with the sides of his cheeks having marks that run in streaks and appear as dark as the night sky. Though it is easy to ignore with those slanted eyes and pupils red. Crimson red; blood red.

He stands at 7'5" most definitely looking down on you in a sense. Even with this, it is able to pay him no mind. And you know to turn the other way when he steps with his black cloak dragging behind him. The white hair falling onto his cloak. Not pure white, however. Soiled hair that has darker streaks within it and appears to never be clean. Nonetheless, it flows gently and is as silky as silk itself. The hair more often than not falling over his eyes as he appears to look straight forward but is likely to be staring at the ground. 

His hands are always covered with long black gloves. As if not to dirty his hands. As if it'll keep him from tainting himself when he kills. Though that's a joke. Xara carries a withered flower petal with him always. The reason unknown but it is there. One day in would be in his pocket and the next it could be hiding inside of his left glove.

[ ⍚ ] K N O W N   F O R

Obeying orders
Punishing
Killing with a stoic expression
Never wearing a smile
A lover of none
Being mysterious. A ghost.

[ ⍚ ] F O R M A T I V E   M O M E N T S   I N    H I S T O R Y

A God of punishment and torture. What would you expect of such a God? Would you imagine a God that bowed his head to no one, that was as sinful as any other? Perhaps a God that knew no right from wrong. That did only what he desired. That found joy in bringing pain to others. But a mortal or immortal being that suspected such things couldn't be farther from the dull truth.

Though a God, Xara wasn't born with choices of what he wanted to do with his abilities. No. Xara comes from a long line of executors. A family full of servers rather than rulers. And he was to follow in their blood-stained footsteps. Though a killer, Xara never actually minded executing those that had upset the gods. Some may call him cold-blooded for being able to sigh while the deceased head rolled onto the ground. Their life force was gone and everyone in the vicinity knew of such a thing.

His older brother, however, was different. He was a man that had dreams. He aspired to be the first to step out of the family's fate and become a ruler of his own. A proper God that others bowed down to. And with that, came trouble. Xara found his brother's advances to be tiring and unavailing. And his parents, of course, were not happy either. Their mother's voiced filled with anger day by day as his brother rebelled, lashing out at the God's and quite frankly, disrespecting them.

Then the day came when such a thing was taken too far. His brother was angry and so he stole one of Arian's most prized possessions. Arien happened to be the daughter of the God of mad rage and frenzy. A woman that was often called the most unforgiving of all the God's. The jewel's power leaking out as he attempted to use it. Only to find that the owner was the only being that could use the beautiful item. His brother, Marluse could only be vexed for a split second of his time. For now, The God's were truly furious.

His brother was to be executed.

And by who, you may ask? But of course by his younger brother Xara. What better way to prove your bravery, loyalty, and mental strength than to be the cause of your brother's soul roaming free with nowhere to go and a lifeless body. Xara agreed - not that he had a choice of his own - to the situation. And so the execution was set to motion and with shears were raised. Xara's expression was one of disappoint and nullity. His brother doubtlessly saw his brother no longer as he silenced his begs and closed his eyes. For to him, before him was a monster.

After that unfortunate event, the executions started up now more than ever. Perhaps the Gods had received the impression that Xara would execute whoever they desired as long as they told them to. Even petty reasons were thought to be reason enough to bet a lesser being killed. And they were not wrong. Xara continued on with his life and for the first time, deep down inside, he felt something strange. Something that could be called guilt but he had never named it.

It was around this time when he was introduced to his starkissed. She wore a gentle smile on her lips almost always. An appearance of an angel and the personality of a demon. That was her. A beauty that God's lined up to see yet no one actually conversed with her. They were intimidated by the way she spoke, acted, and carried herself. The Goddess wasn't one that could be called the most powerful by any means but if you did not know of her, you would suspect such  a thing.

At first, she paid him no mind, walking past him without even acknowledging him. And he did the exact same. Perhaps that was what caused her to actually look his way with an expression of curiosity. She began to speak to him, her gentle and seductive voice attempting to lure him into the web. Though for Xara, it proved to be bothersome. Intimate relations by an executor was prohibited and looked down upon. However, the meeting did not stop. She would be kind to him from time to time and her cold facade was slowly fading as she got to know him. Of course, this was all in bad taste.

The God's were furious at Xara. Getting familiar with one of the most beautiful Goddess's and the most hated nonetheless. Shameful jealousy was within them as they stared at him with distaste. Xara hadn't fallen for the beauty in his eyes. He viewed her as a liability. Having her around was not unpleasant but he could survive without her. Though he didn't know the lengths of his love.

On a peaceful day, full of celebrations and joy, someone was to vanish from the world. Xara was called upon and told to kill a Goddess. Having apparently stolen a golden shawl from one of the almighty Gods. Xara agreed to the terms eve though he was opposed to it very much. His weapon was lifted and he shut his eyes. But before he could choose to kill or not kill the woman, she vanished. Simply vanished. And before him was a God that caused the entire vicinity to bow down before him, including Xara of course. The specific God punished Xara for apparently attempting to kill an innocent woman for he was the God of honesty and faith. Which meant he knew that Xara was telling the truth when he uttered that he had been ordered to do so. 

But the man smiled cruelly for he had been in love with that specific Goddess long before he Xara was. Standing on the sidelines and watching them in their fantasy. And so, the curse was put upon him and his mortal life began.

𝔐y 𝔊ifts 𝔚𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫

[ ⍚ ] S K I L L S E T
Three General skills to start and up to two combat abilities. Due to the setting you may also have 1 Survival ability.

Expression - At times, she can appear to be dead on the inside. Any evident expression on her face is gone but it's not a look of sorrow. It's a look of nothing. As if nothing is inside of her and she's just an empty shell.
A vivid reader - Of course, if you're reading books on magic and witchcraft, you'll have to know the ways of reading.
Potions and curses - As the daughter of a witch, Raven has her way with potions. In fact, she's known to make even better healing potions than her own mother. Though her curses are still in practice, so far she can kill any type of wild beast within a 5-mile radius if she knows what it looks like and has a piece of its hair. As well as other curses she'd rather not have to use.

Endurance - Raven was born with the inability to feel pain. Though most would find this lucky, Raven really just wants to feel something.
Knives - She is quite the wielder of knives. Raven can use a knife or simply a stake to hurt just about anyone and hunt anything. With her excellent aim and immense strength.
Speed - If Raven ever feels that she needs to run and hide, she has the speed to do so and is quiet when she runs as well.

[ ⍚ ] A B I L I T I E S
These will unlock as we continue.

Life Force: 0/0 (ignore for now)

My Sins: Weakest Ability
Made out of the need for a leader of justice. That is what the true intention was. Yet was  made into a machine that couldn't decipher whether he was supposed to allow himself to be subjected to committing sins or to attempt to control his own life. He chose to become a blood-thirsty hound.
The weapon made just for me: The weapon that is practically what people envision when they hear of him. A weapon that looks like scissors but 50x larger and blood red. They didn't start off a vibrant red. Every Executor that is said to be the next best of them all is given this weapon which they call Virtens. The color starts off as a dull gray but over time the blood from his victims cause it to turn into the color it is now. A weapon which he can summon at any time and something that no one else can touch. In reality, this weapon could kill 100 men just by him thrusting it into the earth with his strength.
You are no longer known: If the victim has a family. Someone that thinks they are innocent and shouldn't be killed, Xara has the power to mercifully erase the victim's existence from their memory. Though there is really never any use for him to use such a power.
Colorless eyes: Just looking into his eyes can cause fear throughout your entire body. You'll never know what he's thinking but he knows if you have good or bad intentions when you speak. Not if you're lying but he can tell that with body language.

Cruelty: Moderate Ability
Some things in this universe are too unholy and no amount of justification could change that.
A reward unfit: Whenever he kills, Xara receives whatever strength they had. An unfortunate thing because of the fact that it simply weighs down on him. Increasing the amount of physical strength that he'll never have to actually rely on.
Living doll: He takes hold of their mind and turns them into another pawn. Making them into a living doll that does whatever told whenever they are instructed. Slaves are the proper term.
Cries of many: Xara can make his victims turn into a deranged being with the delusion that Xara's victims are crying and begging for mercy in their mind. If Xara doesn't do it, they'll simply end up killing themselves.

Born a God, Lives life like a demon: Strongest Ability
"He can barely be called a God. With what he can do, he's the son or maybe just the reincarnation the devil himself."
Goodbye to your soul: Whether you are a universe away, this power can get to you. Instead of killing you it causes your body to become a literal empty shell. It decays your soul and takes about an hour until your soul disperses and the shell is left with a body that seems like a dead person even though it isn't really even human anymore.
Simple pain: Just by thinking of it Xara can inflict immense pain onto you. Torture without even lifting a finger and blood pouring out of you without a reason.
Into the oblivion: A power which one would be very unfortunate to have to ever be subjected to. Xara is a murderer by the eyes of many. Merciless and without hesitates if you are his next victim. However, this power is one that does not kill. Your memories are wiped and you are sent to a place worse than hell. Some say it's in a hidden part of hell or a dark whole like the ones you see in studies about the universe. This is a place designed especially for Xara's use. A place where death is a dream and the rest of your life is just an everlasting nightmare.

[ ⍚ ] I N V E N T O R Y
3 knives properly hidden
Potions. Some for good and a few not.
Medical kit
A bag of herbs

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⍚ Raven  ⥥  18  ⥥   Female  ⥥   Demisexual ⍚ 
"When you think of beauty, visualize a rose. It withers."

𝔐y 𝔐ortal ℭ𝔬𝔦𝔩

[ ⍚ ] A P P E A R A N C E

Raven is a woman of undeniable beauty. From the thin and yet muscular legs to the beauty mark right beside her left eye. Her mother was a woman that looks like an angel. The sweet expression on her face and the high cheekbones which more enhanced her smile. Her father, however, was a man that looked as if he’d kill you on the spot if you angered him enough. He has eyebrows that make it look like he is almost always angry but he is most definitely handsome. Like her father, Raven has naturally gray hair with red streaks running through her hair. Though not too much. Just enough to enhance her icy blue eyes that make it seem as if you’re staring into the ocean itself. An endless abyss. 

Her frame is slim and yet somehow sinewy. Even with the little visible muscle, Raven still looks delicate. A dark rose. Someone that you see and simply admire for its mystery and beauty. Her hair flown back but what stands out is what sticks out is her elvish ears. Pointed and slanted downwards. A trait passed on by her mother. As well as her small and light pink lips.

The mark on her back is a rather gruesome one. Its length is about half of an arm and it looks like a wound that 

[ ⍚ ] P E R S O N A L I T Y

Raven doesn’t have many friends. There are 2 reasons for this. One, her family. Obviously, she has been encouraged to stay away from close relationships that would put the family business in jeopardy. Two, Raven isn’t the sweetest girl around. She has never been. Raven can be insensitive and at times even cruel. Though almost all of her insults will accompany an expression that makes it look as though she is bored. Quick to say what’s on her mind and is honestly uninterested in most people. 

Because of her family, Raven never even bothered making friends. Her brothers told her stories of men burning witches and hanging them to the stake for no reason. And Raven, a naive girl, didn't think about the fact that her family wouldn't have been killed for no reason at all. They are murderers, after all. No matter if they attempt to justify it with the amount of money they make and how they often buy things for their acquaintances. 

She has always been a curious girl. That's how she found out abut the family, after all. Following her brother in the shadows when he went out to go hunting one late night wasn't the best choice that she could have made. Though she is a curious girl, people with a dying urge to know about everything like her bother Raven. Even making a few friends would be okay as long as they aren't too... involved with everything. She would much rather be friends with a lone wolf than someone that is part of a large tribe and has a curious nature. 

But beneath her harsh exterior is just a girl that wants to prove to her family that she can be a true part of the business. And a girl that mourns deep down. She is full of sorrow, whether it's guilt for not doing anything to stop her parents or the feeling that her parents love her brothers more. She isn't a bad person. If you get to know her enough, you'll realize that she cannot leave anyone in pain alone. Maybe it's just to practice but maybe she actually wants to help them. Raven can be a kindhearted girl when and if she wants to.

[ ⍚ ] B I O G R A P H Y

Raven was born to a mother that was part of the Rumasra and a father that grew as a lone wolf, banished from his witch tribe called the Altose. Her mother is a practicer of witchcraft and could be called a witch herself. And so, Raven ended up a witch as well. They aren't really a part of a tribe. Though they do interact with the Rumasra tribe enough but no one actually knows this particular family. Raven is the third of 4 children and the only female out of them. Often attempting to prove herself to her older brothers and the one youngest that was only younger than her by 2 weeks. 

Her parents were quite well off. They tended to a family garden that sold its strawberries and vegetables well. Raven's father and mother had also started an herbal store full of magic and healing medicine. It has quite the reputation for curing practically any sickness within the week. But it's also known for having an eerie atmosphere to it even with the workers there smiling kindly and offering them great service. 

After a while, Raven also began to become suspicious of certain things. Glancing around and viewing her surroundings. The lavish jewels around him and the furniture covered with the fur of an animal she had never encountered before. They were well off but perhaps too well off with the income that should have been just enough to take care of them, not nearly enough to buy extra luxuries. And so, at the age of 14, Raven was introduced to the actual family business. 

Her older brother by 2 years was a hunter. A well-known one as well. But he was not just a hunter of wild animals. He was a hunter of men as well. Her family was full of beasts that killed innocent beings and drained their blood for profit. When she confronted her mother about it, all she was told was that it was a part of a spell that many yearned for. Anything for a profit.

In their case, the blood was used for healing spells and even aging spells. Though blood magic came with a price that her parents didn't have to pay. The men and women that used these specific potions were to die at the age of 67. On their 67th birthday, they fall into a deep sleep and their body rots within 5 minutes. Cause of death? No one knows. Except for Raven's family. This family business was one that Raven yearned to be a part of. However, she was subjected to simply being the one that learned how to make potions and heal others. That was her entire purpose. 

Memories Retained: Ignore for now

𝔐y ℑmmortal 𝔖𝔬𝔲𝔩

⍚ Xara  ⥥  God of Punishment and torture; The Executor   ⥥   Male  ⥥   Panxual ⍚ 
DARK GOD[remove if not]

Many will say you are evil. 
The emblem of misery.
The way you hold the weapon above your head.
Your icy cold eyes that speak to no one. 

However, you should know one thing;
The sun shines for anyone.
The rain pours down for no reason.
And you are not at fault for the tears of those that yearn for forgiveness.

Don’t give it to them.
They don’t deserve your nonexistent mercy.
Just do what you were born to do,
For anything else is a waste of your time.

And don’t forget.
No matter what they tell you,
You are an angel.
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[ ⍚ ] GO D L Y   A P P E A R A N C E

Xara looks by no means full of youth. Though there are no wrinkles that taint his skin, he looks dull and worn out. Like a soldier that has just returned from battle. Xara is still a handsome and attractive God. Though his elegance is of a man that you watch and do not dare to interact with. Someone that could give you a look of death without actually changing his expression. His skin is as pale as the snow but appears a bit sickly with the sides of his cheeks having marks that run in streaks and appear as dark as the night sky. Though it is easy to ignore with those slanted eyes and pupils red. Crimson red; blood red.

He stands at 7'0" most definitely looking down on you in a sense. Even with this, it is able to pay him no mind. And you know to turn the other way when he steps with his black cloak dragging behind him. The white hair falling onto his cloak. Not pure white, however. Soiled hair that has darker streaks within it and appears to never be clean. Nonetheless, it flows gently and is as silky as silk itself. The hair more often than not falling over his eyes as he appears to look straight forward but is likely to be staring at the ground. 

His hands are always covered with long black gloves. As if not to dirty his hands. As if it'll keep him from tainting himself when he kills. Though that's a joke. Xara carries a withered flower petal with him always. The reason unknown but it is there. One day in would be in his pocket and the next it could be hiding inside of his left glove.​

[ ⍚ ] K N O W N   F O R

Obeying orders
Punishing
Killing with a stoic expression
Never wearing a smile
A lover of none
Being mysterious. A ghost.

[ ⍚ ] F O R M A T I V E   M O M E N T S   I N    H I S T O R Y

A God of punishment and torture. What would you expect of such a God? Would you imagine a God that bowed his head to no one, that was as sinful as any other? Perhaps a God that knew no right from wrong. That did only what he desired. That found joy in bringing pain to others. But a mortal or immortal being that suspected such things couldn't be farther from the dull truth.

Though a God, Xara wasn't born with choices of what he wanted to do with his abilities. No. Xara comes from a long line of executors. A family full of servers rather than rulers. And he was to follow in their blood-stained footsteps. Though a killer, Xara never actually minded executing those that had upset the gods. Some may call him cold-blooded for being able to sigh while the deceased head rolled onto the ground. Their life force was gone and everyone in the vicinity knew of such a thing.

His older brother, however, was different. He was a man that had dreams. He aspired to be the first to step out of the family's fate and become a ruler of his own. A proper God that others bowed down to. And with that, came trouble. Xara found his brother's advances to be tiring and unavailing. And his parents, of course, were not happy either. Their mother's voiced filled with anger day by day as his brother rebelled, lashing out at the God's and quite frankly, disrespecting them.

Then the day came when such a thing was taken too far. His brother was angry and so he stole one of Arian's most prized possessions. Arien happened to be the daughter of the God of mad rage and frenzy. A woman that was often called the most unforgiving of all the God's. The jewel's power leaking out as he attempted to use it. Only to find that the owner was the only being that could use the beautiful item. His brother, Marlus could only be vexed for a split second of his time. For now, The God's were truly furious.

His brother was to be executed.

And by who, you may ask? But of course by his younger brother Xara. What better way to prove your bravery, loyalty, and mental strength than to be the cause of your brother's soul roaming free with nowhere to go and a lifeless body. Xara agreed - not that he had a choice of his own - to the situation. And so the execution was set to motion and with shears were raised. Xara's expression was one of disappoint and nullity. His brother doubtlessly saw his brother no longer as he silenced his begs and closed his eyes. For to him, before him was a monster.

After that unfortunate event, the executions started up now more than ever. Perhaps the Gods had received the impression that Xara would execute whoever they desired as long as they told them to. Even petty reasons were thought to be reason enough to bet a lesser being killed. And they were not wrong. Xara continued on with his life and for the first time, deep down inside, he felt something strange. Something that could be called guilt but he had never named it.

It was around this time when he was introduced to his starkissed. She wore a gentle smile on her lips almost always. An appearance of an angel and the personality of a demon. That was her. A beauty that God's lined up to see yet no one actually conversed with her. They were intimidated by the way she spoke, acted, and carried herself. The Goddess wasn't one that could be called the most powerful by any means but if you did not know of her, you would suspect such  a thing.

At first, she paid him no mind, walking past him without even acknowledging him. And he did the exact same. Perhaps that was what caused her to actually look his way with an expression of curiosity. She began to speak to him, her gentle and seductive voice attempting to lure him into a web. Though for Xara, it proved to be bothersome. Intimate relations with an executor was prohibited and looked down upon. However, the meeting did not stop. She would be kind to him from time to time and her cold facade was slowly fading as she got to know him. Of course, this was all in bad taste.

At first she paid him no mind, walking past him without even acknowledging him. And he did the exact same. Perhaps that was what caused her to actually look his way with an expression of curiosity. She began to speak to him, her gentle and seductive voice attempting to lure him into a web. Though for Xara, it proved to be bothersome. Intimate relations with an executor was prohibited and looked down upon. However, the meeting did not stop. She would be kind to him from time to time and her cold facade was slowly fading as she got to know him. Of course, this was all in bad taste.

The God's were furious at Xara. Getting familiar with one of the most beautiful Goddess's and the most hated nonetheless. Shameful jealousy was within them as they stared at him with distaste. Xara hadn't fallen for the beauty in his eyes. He viewed her as a liability. Having her around was not unpleasant but he could survive without her. Though he didn't know the lengths of his love.

On a peaceful day, full of celebrations and joy, someone was to vanish from the world. Xara was called upon and told to kill Frea. Having apparently stolen a golden shawl from one of the almighty Gods. Xara agreed to the terms. Though he was opposed to it very much. His shears were lifted and he shut his eyes. But before he could choose to kill or not kill the woman, she vanished. Simply vanished. And before him was a God that caused the entire vicinity to bow down before him, including Xara of course. The specific God punished Xara for apparently attempting to kill an innocent woman for he was the God of honesty and faith. Which meant he knew that Xara was telling the truth when he uttered that he had been ordered to do so and was going to stop. 

But the man smiled quite cruelly for he had been in love with that specific Goddess long before he had. Standing on the sidelines and watching them in their fantasy. And so, the curse was put upon him and his mortal life began.

𝔐y 𝔊ifts 𝔚𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫

[ ⍚ ] S K I L L S E T
Three General skills to start and up to two combat abilities. Due to the setting you may also have 1 Survival ability.

Expression - At times, she can appear to be dead on the inside. Any evident expression on her face is gone but its not a look of sorrow. It's a look of nothing. As if nothing is inside of her and she's just an empty shell.
A vivid reader - Of course, if you're reading books on magic and witchcraft, you'll have to know the ways of reading.
Potions and curses - As the daughter of a witch, Raven has her way with potions. In fact, she's known to make even better healing potions than her own mother. Though her curses are still in practice, so far she can kill any type of wild beast within a 5-mile radius if she knows what it looks like and has a piece of its hair. As well as other curses she'd rather not have to use.

Endurance - Raven was born with the inability to feel pain. Though most would find this lucky, Raven really just wants to feel something.
Knives - She is quite the wielder of knives. Raven can use a knife or simply a stake to hurt just about anyone and hunt anything. With her excellent aim and immense strength.
Speed - If Raven ever feels that she needs to run and hide, she has the speed to do so and is quiet when she runs as well.

[ ⍚ ] A B I L I T I E S
These will unlock as we continue.

Life Force: 0/0 (ignore for now)

Ability 1: Weakest Ability
Description
Potency 1
Potentcy 2
Potentcy 3

Ability 2: Moderate Ability
Description
Potency 1
Potentcy 2
Potentcy 3

Ability 3: Strongest Ability
Description
Potency 1
Potentcy 2
Potentcy 3: This is your most powerful ability in it's most powerful form. Using this ability at this strength will kill your character shortly afterwards.

[ ⍚ ] I N V E N T O R Y
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[ ⍚ ] O T H E R
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Time: 8 AM - 3 PM

“Ugh. My head. Owwwiee.”

Her ears rang for the first few seconds, causing Raven to wince as her eyes slowly blinked before they opened wide and gazed up at the unrecognizable ceiling. Is this a kidnapping? Is that what this is? Oh god, like, they could totally get money from my parents and all. Like, I’m a really good target! Idiotic accusations swirled around her head before she finally looked to her right, seeing a stranger that didn’t feel like a stranger. Staring at her for a few seconds before her eyes trailed down to her laced bra all the way down to the bright pink underwear she had on. Oh god. Did I? I didn’t. But alas, lifting the covers and taking a glimpse of the beauties underwear said otherwise. 

I did. Raven groaned, her hands covering her face. I try to stay in the closet but what’s the point if I keep poking my head out of it? 

Raven sprung out of the bed before a reporter could ask the question “Are you gay?”. She’d done this before. The whole “one night stand” thing and it never turned out well. Sometimes the chick wanted her money in exchange for staying quiet about the whole thing. Other times the guy was just stalker-level creepy as hell. But this girl actually looked pretty normal. Hopefully, she didn’t know that she was the Raven Yuline. The Raven Yuline that could get her hands on a million bucks whenever she needed to and was on the list of “Top 10 actress that any guy would bang”. No matter how offensive some feminists might think that list was, it was a complete honor to be on it. The part where it says “any guy” was the main focus. Raven’s been trying to keep that status as a normal, straight actress. And as any person could tell, she was doing great. 

She fished for her clothes through the pretty nice apartment the woman lived in and finally found her last clothing item under a bed sheet that had fallen off of the bed. Don’t I have work today? I did this the day before I had work? How stupid could I be! She was going through the file in her mind that held information about her jobs and right on cue, a text from Rose came. The chime could be heard faintly from the inside of her black bag and she seized it as fast as she could.

From: Needs to get laid/Rosey 
You do know that you have a job today right?
A job you should have been here for 10 minutes ago?
A job that could open up some great opportunities for you?
Not to mention that you being late is always on my ass. 
Get here now.

Rose was tough as hell. A rough exterior and an interior that probably wasn’t that mushy either. But in all truth, she was 50x ruder in texts rather than her awkward and fast paced self in real life. But she was almost always right and that meant right now. 

”God, I have a modeling gig for the Angela Rinoe and I’m going to be late?!”

Raven gritted her teeth in frustration while she hopped on her left foot and put on her heels. For a second she looked back over at the girl with her chocolate brown hair falling over her face as she slept adorably. If she went out of the closet, she could wake up to her own girlfriend sleeping beside her. She could go on dates and all that! Honestly, she called herself bisexual but she's only fell for 2 guys in her life and those relationships ended horrendously. Quickly, Raven snapped out of it and turned her head, walking over to the exit. She actually considered leaving a note but it didn’t matter, they would never see each other again. The door shut silently and so began the walk of shame.

All the way to the shoot she was feeling sick. No idea what the reason was but that aching feeling wouldn't go away. Of course, as a professional, she was able to look like the had her full 8 hours of sleep and feeling great. The shoot went off rocky at first, though, what everyone looking at her with a bit of annoyance. But the end results of the shoot were so great they didn't even remember it. And Angela Rinoe still seemed impressed. Rose? Rose still held onto her grudge and pestered Raven about how important time was and that maintaining her schedule wasn't only her job and so on so forth. 

But the pain didn't go away even when she was back at home. Soon, she realized it was just hunger. "If only I had like a pizza right now." Raven got out some cereal and downed that in less than 5 seconds, afterwards searching the house for more food. Some fruit were laid out on the counter, neatly inside of a cute basket. She attempted to take a big juicy bite out of the pear before realizing it was a fake. 

"Who decided fake fruit was a food idea." She said before shoving it aside and throwing away the hollow pear. Raven was too hungry to have even realized that it was as light as a feather. After she went on a freny, eating whatever she could find, the refrigerator looked empty with only some cheese and a few other foods that she didn't even know why she had. And the pain was still lingering. 

"Why the hell am I this hungry?!"

Time: 3 PM

The tapping of her 4-inch heels probably made the table next to her want to pull their hair out but Aline wasn't stopping. She checked her Instagram feed, making sure that her most recent posts had at least 4,000 likes and probably more. The brunette model looked out of place with her bright red lipstick, perfect eyeliner, and an outfit that looked no less than a hundred dollars. After all, it was up to Aline to make sure that she had a specific role in the fashion industry. To set a statement everyday. Her mother, a well-respected lawyer and her father an actor. Father. Aline still hated that name and wondered everyday why they decided to change her last name. Aline Yuline. It sounded like a joke! A terrible joke you make fun of. But well, with the way Aline was, you didn't make fun of her. And don't even get her started on the idiotic blonde she had as a sister. A girl she had yet to watch the demise of.

Since work was finally over, Aline was sitting at her usual booth at La Varelle, waiting for her dear and probably her only friend she had. Well, unless you counted him. Aline was honestly a loner at her high school. By choice but at the same time not by choice. Walking near her already made most feel intimidated with the way she did a full up and down check of whoever dared to pass by her so close that she could feel the cold air blowing against her legs. The reason for this was terrible social skills and a pretty rotten personality. Aline's been known to...well...ruin model's careers. She's called the venomous cobra behind her back. Though it's not much of a secret.

"Where the hell is she?"

Aline looked around the diner. At the retro booths and the people that occupied them. Humans always gave off that sense of being more of a plaything than the actual competition in the contest to see who could gain the most popularity and make the most money. They betrayed you for no reason, used you, and some had egos so large it could inflate a balloon. After a while, she just learned to get used to it. To be 10 steps ahead of them so she could be the one obliterating them. That was until she met Elizabeth and a few others with personalities that contrasted hers so much it seemed as if it was fate. Aline always put on an innocent smile for Elizabeth, showing her other side and making sure she didn't get too close to her. After all, if Liz knew what type of person she really was, getting hated was a given. And that wasn't happening. 

La Varelle was a place that she frequented solely for the fries she barely touched. Some people called her anorexic but she always just says she's on a diet. Gaining 2 pounds in this industry was looked at as if you were binge-watching Netflix all night and ended up eating 3 tubs of ice cream. So yes, Aline is actually anorexic. But no one knows about that. Then again, what super model isn't anorexic? Maybe she was delusional but food was pretty overrated.

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The day had started off as a dull and uneventful one as always. No school meant no papers to grade and no students to look forward to seeing day after day. Dreams filling most of their eyes to the brim. Though that didn't mean he wasn't already preparing for the start of the school year which was creeping up on the town as fast as the summer auction was. And even with the fact that there was no school, Reiden had been up since 4 am, laying on his 800 count bedsheets with his sea deep eyes staring up at the ceiling. Was that auction today? It was, wasn't it. The auction was well known around Lakewood Summit and though it was supposed to be such a joyful event, Reiden never actually expected much from it. Though he did make sure to spend the money since it was going to the school. 

Reiden was humming along to the classical music that resounded practically the whole entire house but not too loud as to receive any complaints. He couldn't help but shut his eyes and sway with the sound of the piano before his eyes opened abruptly to the sudden pain of his foot which grew by the second. "Yee-OWCH!" Reiden flinched before he looked down to see that he had jammed his right foot straight into the corner of the shelf which held his records. With that, he turned down the sound of his vintage record player and returned the records to their orderly fashion. He shook his head and felt as if he had something to do on that specific morning. 

Aftershave? Done. Shave? Done. Clothes? He looked down at his casual white collared shirt that was made of good material nonetheless and the black suit pants, lifting the peak of his hazel dress shoes for a quick second. Done. Breakfast? And at that moment his stomach growled before he had the chance to give it a thought. Oh Saturdays, so relaxing yet so nerve wrecking for one that tended to think about Mondays before they needed to. He gave a yawn and checked his mail, taking out the invitation which he already knew to be for the auction. They mentioned it 1 month in advance before actually sending out the invitations.

The invitation was set on his counter before his eyes wandered over the gift basket that was now next to the invitation. A sensation came over him as he looked at the basket, his eyes half opened and a feeling fatigue still pulling his mental state down. For what reason was that basket sitting there with two unopened bottles of Chateau Lafite 1865, lemon scented candles, a box of milk chocolates, roses sticking out of the basket with the sole wish of being the center of attention, and a mug with the word 'WELCOME' in bolded letters. It took Reiden about 15 seconds before realization suddenly hit him. “Oh yes! The housewarming gift. How could I forget?” He sighed and looked over at the clock. 7:30 am. Was that too early? Not early enough? How would I greet them? What if they did not want to be bothered with strangers?

In the end, Reiden was to bring the gift over right after he had his breakfast on this unreasonably scorching day just as the day before today had been...and the day before that. "Oh summer, so wonderfully dazzling but far too hot for my tastes." Wishing for Winter in July, that was a given.

Today's breakfast was just a plate of eggs and delicious grits, taking him about 30 minutes to make and devour. "Mmm." The man murmered, licking his lips and placing the plate in his sink, washing his hands and giving a slight tug to the bottom of his shirt for no particular reason. That was all, wasn't it? My morning ritual was done. He took the basket with one hand and his keys in the other, shoving it inside of his pocket before walking out of the house and obliviously forgetting to lock the doors, not that burglars were known to lurk the corners of Lakewood Summit even though they would get their fair share of riches if they caught Reiden walking out of his house, a smile on his face and not even a small inkling that he could get robbed. 

"Where is it? Where does she live? He? She?" Reiden hadn't even heard the Lakewood Summit gossipy gigglers speaking about the new resident that had just moved in the other day. Or perhaps week. Then again, they were more interested in the sex lives of those around them, propably because their husbands weren't fulfilling their wishes in bed. Or some of their boyfriends for that matter.

His head turned left and right as he walked in the wrong direction for 15 minutes before finally realizing that someone had said that it wasn't near the golf course. But after a while of trial and error, he finally reached the house. Oh, he didn't know the person's name, did he? "Good morning!" He rehearsed before giving the door 5 precise knocks and taking a step back. 

It's still 7 am, isn't it. Just the time that many awake. Hopefully their the latter and I'm not interrupting anyone's beauty sleep. How would this new resident be? Another arrogant prick? Well, egotistic is a better word for those types of people. Perhaps a sweet and kind lad or lassie that he could get along with? Either way, it didn't matter. In places like Lakewood Summit, you got along with anyone unless you wanted the unnecessary drama that could end in an exasperating mess. Though you might just end up paying someone to clean it up.

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♛ Lykke Li - Until We Bleed ♛ Yuni Wa - Easy  ♛ Cage The Elephant - Ain't No Rest For The Wicked ♛ 

F U L L  N A M E
➶ Yulia Lilac Tatherns

A G E
➶ 16: Born on January 1, 1999

G E N D E R
➶ Female

B I R T H  P L A C E
➶ Soihull, England

A P P E A R A N C E
➶ A smile on her face that looks so sweet but everything else says differently. The thin brown eyes, a well-defined nose, and sickly pale skin. A build that makes her seem delicate even though that couldn't be farther from the truth. People make a lot of assumptions when they see Yulia. Most of them are wrong.

Yulia may stand at only 5' 2" but her presence makes up for the gap in her height between the rest of her friends. And the heels that she will most likely be wearing help as well. And if you're going to try and guess the type of clothing she'll wear on that day, the brand name, the color of her eyeshadow, the number of inches in her heel that'll be click-clacking through the halls, just don't. 

Her eyes usually look like crazy eyes. The girl you'd think was hot but you rethink her decision because of those wide eyes and maybe the amount of eyeliner she has one. Because make no mistake, you'll probably never see her without eyeliner. Her lips aren't full and are always topped with a nice layer of lipgloss. The color, like everything else, depends on how she feels on that day. 

Her hair. Or maybe it's not her hair. Maybe it's a wig because she has a million of those occupying her room. But her hair is actually dark, raven black. Short hair that swoops up at the ends, framing her oval face. Yulia isn't someone that you can know by looking at them. Some people you might know their personality right away. At least, you think you know them for some simplistic reason. The way that she looks is just that. What's on the surface.

S C A R S / T A T T O O S / P I E R C I N G S
➶ 
Scars can't be found on her skin too much. The foundation she uses to cover isn't cheap. Yulia had her fair share of fights, cooking accidents, cat encounters, and just plain old clumsiness to figure out that her skin was destined to be soiled. The scars that would stand out is one that has 2 scars running next to each other on her left arm. They don't matter though since the sum of her scars will grow over time anyways.

The amount of piercings Yulia has is that of a girl you wouldn't want at your kid's house. Piercings cover the entirety of her right ear and only 2 for her left. One tongue piercing and a stomach piercing. That was all she managed to get during that stage of her life. A tattoo that covers her right foot is one of the most unnoticeable and lovely tattoos she has and is of a big dipper constellation. Another tattoo she has is on her back. A tattoo that she got just because of her periodic love of flowers. The tattoo was the choice of the man that had done it for her and thank god it turned out something she loved so much. The last tattoo is on her left arm. A witch...on a broom? A cat on a broom? Yeah, never expect a proper reason for why she decided to have that tainting her left arm because honestly, she doesn't know herself. She probably thought she was a witch at the time but she can't be too sure.

C L O T H I N G  S T Y L E
➶ Half of her wardrobe consists of clothing that the teacher would either eyeball her for or send her home. She doesn't wear too many scandolous outfits. One day Yulia could be wearing an outfit you'd see in a Jpop music video and the next she'll look like she just got out of a burning building with her hair a mess and the clothes one her ripped in a fashion that doesn't look like actual fashion. Her clothes are unpredictable and she likes it that way. She likes it when they stop to give her judgemental looks just because of the things she wears. She just loves it.

R E L A T I O N S H I P  S T A T U S
➶ Single as hell

P E R S O N A L I T Y
➶ Yulia isn't sane. She doesn't think as much as she should before she does half of the things that she does. She's a brat, spoiled, far too chipper, insensitive, and she can be quite the bitch. 

As a child that grew up with whatever she wanted in the palm of her hands, Yulia didn't understand that actions had consequences for a while. Her parents treated her like a gentle angel and she acted that way when it benefited her. Yulia will do practically anything if it means she gets something out of it. So much so that it clouds her judgment. The fact that she can't just put herself before others is a concept she'll never perfect and that'll come with consequences. 

Some things that others find important about oneself could be completely useless to her. She doesn't actually want to get to know many people and she already has enough friends. Yulia does just fine ignoring people if they bore her since all she wants is entertainment.

Beneath the loud voice lies a somewhat sensitive girl. Well, not really but she does have a lot of emotions. And she tries to be the best friend that she can to those she finds dear to her. Yulia is verbal and physical when she begins to feel things. Her ways of fixing things can be strange at times since she would rather avoid confrontation at all costs. She hates to feel like she did something wrong and feeds on denial. 

Yulia is quite sweet. That much is visible by anyone. At first, she'll seem like a church girl with the way that she speaks but after a while, you'll see her other colors. She just feels that if she's too kind, she'll come off as vulnerable and that will apparently make it easy for others to target her. 

In the end, no one can know what her exact personality is. She a jumble of emotions in a bottle and shook up. Yulia gets in fights easily but she avoids them just as easily. Mysterious is probably a word that describes her in the view of others. Though they might just write her off as loud or whatever personality they see on that specific day.

L I K E S
Doing what she wants
Getting judged by strangers
Sweets
Anything entertaining
Alcohol
Cigarretes
Pain
Being with friends
Being praised

D I S L I K E S
Confrontation
Having to regret things
Being bored
Her parents not giving a flying rats ass about what she does(?)
Parents being too carefree
Being ignored for too long
Things not going her way
Artichokes and olives

H I S T O R Y
➶ She grew up with a bland couple that had a miscarige 3 years after she was born and were broken up about it. They had lived in England until until Yulia turned 5 when they moved to the US in hopes for a good change. But it didn't help. Their depression and personal problems, neglecting their only daughter and not able to fix their already broken marrige to the point of it getting out of hand caused Yulia to be put up for adoption at the age of 8.

This is how her life began as the adopted daughter of a married lesbian couple by the names of Tina and Hellen Fay. Tina is a graphic designer and a self-proclaimed artist. Hellen was a successful plastic surgeon and had opened her own practice 5 years ago which made them wealthy. Though they chose to live in a cute little home and take care of themselves. It's hard to decipher that Yulia comes from a wealthy family but it's also easily visible at the same time. Mostly because of the clothes that she wears. Some from the thrift shop but a lot of its brand name. 

Yulia was soon to learn that her brand new parents were polyamourous and practically nudists. They had a carefree way about them. The way they didn't mind if their multiple partners roamed the house naked and how they laughed when some bad things happened.  

Hellen insists on telling Yulia that every one of their partners is her parents as well. And maybe that's true. All of them are good people. They help out in her life and love to treat her like a daughter. It would just help if she didn't have to see any of their genitals or their chest in the daylight. Sometimes one of them would be being painted by Tina.

Yulia had been home-schooled until the age of 10 when Hellen's work schedule got even more occupied than before.

The teachers weren't a fan of her short-attention span and the fact that she couldn't seem to care less about what they were teaching her. She acted out in artistic ways mostly, graffiti and the such. At least at first. It wasn't until 15 that she was introduced to ditching classes to go to clubs and just doing whatever she wanted. After a while, Yulia got the fact that her parents paid her way out of any troubles and she's just fine with that.

S C E N A R I O S  P L A Y E D  O U T
➶ 

              "When all is said and done.

               I'm just a girl that wants attention."

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Time: 3 PM

Aline felt like just getting up and leaving the diner due to the impatience that she had, calling her friend later during the day. After all, she only had so much time on her hands. But she already knew that she wouldn’t do that so she took a sip out of her ice tea and continued to scan her phone, every so often making sure to check the parking lot and the entrance. And soon, Elizabeth was finally there. 

She smiled lightly and waited for Elizabeth to get over to their spot. “About time.” The words came out of Aline’s mouth just as she took her seat. A sweet and with a playful tone that she accompanied with a kind smile. If it was anyone other than Elizabeth that she was subjected to waiting more than 20 minutes past their meeting set time, you could guarantee that she would have given a menacing look that spoke more than the words that would soon follow. But Aline was used to putting up this angel act. After all, she was an aspiring actor. Aspiring because of the fact that she was currently shooting for a new drama and it was her first. The first but it felt like she had been acting forever. After all, Aline was a natural. But with the recognition she already had by being on the covers of fashion magazines, it was easy to get spotted by a director. 

“Yeah, it’s fine.” The mention of traffic wasn’t one that Aline could actually relate to. After all, she drove around in limos and from time to time there was a driver waiting for her. Today, however, she actually drove herself and got to the place 10 minutes earlier. The risk was getting caught for speeding mph in a brand new red Lamborghini. But well, she was fine.

“You look cute today. Well, you always do but you know what I mean~”

Someone once said that flattery got you nowhere. That was a lie. Aline often complimented Elizabeth since she was adorable. Aline herself honestly hated receiving compliments to her face. It may have been strange but it made her feel even more insecure than she already was and had a reverse effect than the compliment-giver probably intended. 

Thoughts were running through Aline’s head before she finally remembered what she was going to say to her 5 minutes ago. “Oh, someone wanted to meet you. Just because. They said they wanted to meet a friend of mine and I said alright. Is that OK? Sorry for just telling you now.” The so-called friend was a man named Wolfred. One of her only 2 friends that she had. He was an older man. 24 years old to be exact. The reason they knew each other was that her mother and his mother had been great friends in the past and Aline grew to love him. Elizabeth might have been surprised about the fact that she had friends besides her. The only person she had even seen her with was for work or her stepsister. Wolfred was a guy that she had gotten used to over the years and honestly, there’s no way you can’t like him. At least in Aline’s eyes. 

Outfit
Time: 3:05

Oh, what a splendid, marvelous, exceptional day! The positivity was oozing out of Wolfred as he walked down the street to his hotel. He was greeted with ever so sweet-sounding "Hello"'s and he responded with a slight bow and a good afternoon right back to them. The reason for his happiness may have been for no reason at all but it was likely because he was going to meet a dear friend he hadn't seen in months. They were both quite busy and though he implied that they hadn't actually seen each other, they of course had. After all, they lived in the same building so it was unavoidable that they would run into each other but most of the times Aline was rushing right past him with a hello and a black coffee in her hands, most likely off to a shoot. She was admirable really. Though her little competition with her sister was unfortunate. He was sure they could have been great....no no, they clash far too much to be actual friends.

What time was it? Did he already work today? Of course, he had. He had been working until 3 am last night! Unlike most people, Wolfred was a man that went out to work at 6 or sometimes 7 pm and left in the morning. Sometimes he did make a normal schedule, going off on his way to work at 10 am. Last night be got off at 2 am and woke up at 1 pm so he was as chipper as usual. 

His morning was occupied by a mystery novel by the name of "And Then There Were Mone." It was a story that he had recently started and was not disappointed. Besides that, he went to a coffee shop at around 1 PM and he's now back home. Just to get some work done at home and finish up a project he was working on. The time flew as he was working and when he put his glasses on to check the time, he realized that it was already 2:40 PM. "Oh god. She hates it when people are late." He mutters, grabbing his wallet and keys and shoving them down the pockets of his pants. His outfits were never too casual and already made it seem like he had money. This wasn't on purpose, it was just his clothing taste. 

The drive was a smooth one in his car that valued comfort as its top priority. He had dramatic classical music booming in the car as he hummed along to the notes. It took him about 25 minutes to get to the diner and it would have been sooner if there wasn't any traffic. But at least he was there with his lovely Aline sitting at the table with a cutie.

"Aline! Hey, sorry I'm a bit late."

He entered the diner and automatically a few women had their eyes on him. After all, he had a certain charm to his appearance. "And this must be exquisite Liz. And she is quite the looker I see. Wonderful to meet you, Elizabeth. My name is Wolfred Octane." Looking straight at her with his piercing emerald green eyes. Wolfred took a seat beside Aline and smiled kindly at the new face. Ever since he was young, his parents made sure that he knew of perfect manners and that was evident daily.

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Character A was a human she and her friends were invited to go to a party at a club which is run by vampires, while at the party Character B a vampire has taken an interest in Character A. Both Character A and Character B leave the party early, they spend the night together, as things got heated Character B accidentally turns Character A into a vampire as well. The next day Character A wakes up back in her own apartment, but she feels so hungry and eats a lot however the hunger is never sated.

Character A hears a knocking on the door and opens the door only to find a bottle with a strange red liquid in it, she picks it up and closes the door. Character A opens it and sniffs it, and then quickly starts drinking it down without thinking to much about it. Then Character B knocks on the door once Character A had drank most of it. And tells the truth what had actually happens, but Character B had turned a human without consent from the vampire council and knows that they will both be hunted down and killed and go into hiding. Character B shows the ropes of how it is to be a vampire they eventually start to develop feelings for one another.

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"Queen. Queen. Queen. All hail the..."

"All hail the fair and amiable king. A respectable man, worshiped by all as he graces us with hi-"

Have you ever thought that you were destined for something before you knew what that something was? For Aleviar, that was being a queen. Someone that everyone respected and feared. Perhaps fear was something that queens and kings shouldn't have their people feel when they entered a room. But when this queen walked the halls of her castle, the guards bowed down with respect and the servants cowered in fear. Her long eyelashes fluttered open as she lay awake in the bed with the covers barely covering her and the sun still hiding, waiting for the darkness to disappear. It was only 6 am after all. Aleviar always thought that the sun was likely to be a weakling if it were to be a human. 

Her dear sister always said, "Don't you think the sun is just smiling at us every day? A bright smile. A sweet and innocent smile," and Aleviar never responded. She just kept her head down but she was likely correct. A smile for a coward and someone that didn't want to see just what was going on in this beautiful kingdom of hers.

As she fit her arms through the sleeves of a beautiful white gown that truly made simplicity something that was never to be underestimated. White; a pure color, unlike her. While the silk touched her skin, she wondered just how long it had been since she had a dream that included her father. Weak man but someone she did at times miss. But with the amount of money and jewels that were brought to this kingdom due to her superb financial skills, it made her feel more at ease since surely her father would praise her on how she lifted the kingdom from its debt.

Compliments, compliments, and even more compliments. Shower me with love but also feel dread when you're near me. Annalise had been up since 4 am, washing her hands until exactly 4:30 am. Not a second before or later. If she could still feel the sensation of blood on her hands, surely she wouldn't be able to fall asleep peacefully again. She just couldn't help but feel a smile creep up her face as she thought of the man from just the day before. What had he been accused of? Kidnapping one of the merchandise for his own pleasure? Or maybe it was a fairy tale of true love where he was her prince coming to save her from the beautiful castle. Yes, either way, I'll think of it as that sweet story. But his screams were wonderful. Really, they caused me to see an entirely different side of him than I had before. I'd seen him roaming the halls as a guard before. He was - seemed like a sincere man but it turned out to be just the opposite. But his screams were truly wonderful. Honestly just made me want to bottle the sound in a small glass and listen to it whenever I felt like it. But that's be strange and I want to be normal. 

Her hands were as clean as ever but there had never been any blood. No, the black gloves covered in blood sat in the corner of her room.

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