Name: Erzabeth (Erza) Thorne

Gender: Female

Age: 17

Height: 5'5''

Weight: 130 lbs

Appearance
[hider="I'm...I'm just so tired of running away all the time...."]
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Personality: Erza is very shy and introverted, highly asocial. She will not speak to anyone unless they speak to her. Most of times, she tends to avoid others however, once people get to know her, she's kind and considerate, that is if she'll let anyone try to get close to her. She has no major weapon or means of defending herself other than her powers, which she hates using since they're always linked with disaster, so in times she feels threatened, she'll use her pocket knife. Two of Erza's favorite hobbies are drawing and writing, so it's no surprise she loves to write up her own ideas for mangas and draw characters all day. She keeps most of her artwork in a leather-bound sketchbook. She's even written a few short stories, and alot of her work is very much horror influenced.

History: Raised in an orphanage, Erza grew up never knowing her parents, only being told by the nuns who presided over the orphanage that her mother and father had died in a terrible accident and a passing motorist discovered her infant body still alive. Since childhood, she believed what the nuns had told her, yet Erza couldn't help but think she was different from all the other children. She would see things, terrible and gruesome images would flash through her mind, usually concerning the fatal demise of a person, such as she was able to predict a horrible bus crash that would take the lives of her fellow orphans. The nuns however heeded not her warnings to venture out, considering her visions to be the works of a demon. Moments later after the bus left, Erza stood outside in the cold of the orphanage playground, listening to the tragic wails of police and ambulance sirens screaming in the distance....and the mournful echoes of the nuns crying. It was just as her premonition had envisioned....and she was unable to stop it. The guilt consumed her, up until she was thirteen, more visions of death and carnage haunting her...even her dreams were not safe from this horrible curse. Then...it grew worse. She would touch trees in the playground, and where her hand made contact with the bark...it would erupt into a smoldering black mass of flames, as if her body was channeling Hell itself. The nuns of the orphanage soon became apprehensive of Erza, first the bus accident and now this. Some began to wonder if she was evil. The other orphans began to bully her, ridicule her with words like "weirdo", "freak", and "witch", causing her one day to lose control of her powers....which led to even more tragedy..... In a blaze of uncontrollable fury and terror....the orphanage was burned to the ground and all who resided within it...torched. Since that horrible day, Erza has lived in her own self exile, refusing to speak to anyone. She has learned over the years to gain a better grasp of her power, but every once in a while, she loses control. To this day...she refuses to use her curse.....

Powers: Telepathy/Fire

Guild: None at the moment

Theme: -Her [url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L8HKuBIiN7A]theme[/url]
[hider=Lyrics]All that I had,
I let slip through my hands
Poison to everything I touch.
The things I've done, so ruinous
Decaying love, a bondage broken,
Crumbling in my hands
Every word, destroying us
From my lips, born plague and death
The ghosts of the past come back to haunt me
Dressed in ash
The coldest whisper of death,
Breathing the end
Burn it down like a wildfire,
Goodbye my friend
I've learned to live without life
Defeat has taken my dying light
Lay down your arms, lay down your heart
The weight of your gravestone
the weight of my regret
A heavy heart as cold as marble
The promise, defying us
Weakness became my
greatest strength [/hider]