Liriia's Characters

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Full Name: Hae Kim Rogan Alias: Kumiho Age: 26 Gender: Female Sexuality: Omnisexual Nationality: South Korean/Irish Personality: Cunning, strong-willed, and unintentionally cold, Hae walks the streets of New York with a high head and shoulders back. Her confidence (more like arrogance) swells from her body like water, pouring out with every melodic word she conveys, but despite her simple attractiveness she is far from approachable. A look of indifference or boredom can often be shown on her face, especially when she is in a conversation, and if she isn't working or listening to music she can often be seen napping. Incredibly moody and almost always sleep-deprived, Hae often snaps at people for no good reason. The only way to calm her nerves is to give her some work to do or a cigarette to huff. While she is extremely street-smart and rather well-versed in most academics, Hae is not very good with technology and is often asking for help for even the simplest tech problem. --- Hae Kim Rogan Summary [A one-paragraph summary of who you are, and what you’re about.] - - - - - - - - - - I stand at about 5"7' and weight around 137 pounds. As you can see, I've definitely got some Asian heritage in me, South Korean to be exact. Dad held those genes, while Mummy gave me some of her Scottish qualities, like my easy-to-burn skin and red hair. I take a lot of pride in my appearance, I want to look at nice as I know I am dammit! I won't shy away from makeup, and I absolutely adore my long hair. Thanks to work and a premium gym membership, I'm rather healthy and strong, though I often skimp out on leg days. You'll probably see me in suits and formal wear often, I absolutely hate getting caught in something too informal. - - - - - - - - - - 1. How old are you? Twenty-six as of February 10th. 2. Tell me about your family life. Are you parents still alive? Who raised you? Siblings? What do they do? Mummy was a whore and daddy was a drunk, not much to say about them. Soo Kim and Peter Rogan, awful lot really, kept me around only because I brought in money in my teen years and cleaned the apartment whenever possible. I was their first mistake of three, the other two being my brother Joo and sister May, now those were perfect kids. I took care of them while mummy got lost in the motel bedrooms and daddy complained about his lack of drink. I practically raised myself, really, only survived the first few years because of mum's mother, who felt sorry for me. I was never beaten or anything, mummy and dad never really came home or out of their rooms until late in the night. I was just ignored, left to fend for myself, and I guess that's better then getting a black eye every night. Joo was born when I was about twelve, and May came two years later, so I was basically old enough to keep those two alive. I haven't heard from them in awhile actually, but I'm sure they're fine. Mum is still out there, and the only reason I know that is because she'll sometimes call me up for spare cash. I bet she's starving in the streets somewhere with another swollen stomach, fucking whore. Dad's either dead or dying, he hasn't tried to contact me at all. I could care less. 3. Explain your closest relationships, especially those that you've dated or courted, or those who you never want to see again. (We all have 'em.) I suppose I used to be pretty close to my brother and sister. We had to stick together, Scotland isn't exactly a gentle territory, and due to our parents we were the constant center of bullying. I lost touch with both of them a few years back though, sadly, I hope they're doing fine. I was pretty close to my Nan until she just vanished, moved right out of the city when I turned ten. Never was able to find her in the end. As for dating, eh, I've been more interested in one-night stands for awhile. Had a nice little girlfriend in high school for a few years, Stacy Benson, ah, she was one nice-looking bird. Hmm, Jimmy Mason was one of my young adult lovers, broke it off with him quick though, lazy bum. Mason Keller, Kim Youth, Duncan Rose, Hannah Ruth, I've had quite a few romances to be honest. I took a break from dating at the age of twenty... three, four? Eh, I've just been having a lot of loveless sex lately, but I'm guessing you didn't need to know. As for people I don't wish to see again, well, most of the names above count. Mum and dad of course, erm, that kid Josh Park who called me a "dyke" every day in high school, that one girl who split my lip in a bar that one night. Plenty of people I've crossed during jobs. The entirety of the Red Mills gang from back home in Glasgow. I have plenty of enemies, so I may forget a few... 4. What social class are you from? How has that shaped who you are? Dirt poor, hun. Well, not truly dirt poor. Mum managed to get a large apartment in a shitty neighborhood, but that's about it. Dad spent most of his money on more drinks, so it was up to me to save money for food and bills.. That kind of life definitely made me more frugal, I don't like wasting money even to this day, funnily enough! Because we didn't have much in term of entertainment I often resorted to playing in the streets, and this made me rather savvy when it came to avoiding certain gangs and bums. I suppose without that dirt poor lifestyle, I wouldn't have made it to where I am today. Lucky me~. 5. How did you get started doing what you do now? Chance. 6. Who is your greatest hero or inspiration? 7. What precious personal items do you carry with you always? [Answer] 8. How do religion and prophesy play into your life? [Answer] 9. What do you feel about myth and legend? [Answer] 10. Tell me about your dealings with the military. 11. Tell me about your run-ins with the law. [Answer] 12. Who is your greatest confidant? [Answer] 13. Tell me about someone in your past you'd prefer to avoid. Who, and why? [Answer] 14. When you finally leave this life (hopefully a long time from now), what do you want to have been known for? [Answer] 15. You see a large bar of gold sitting in the street, and no one else seems to notice it. You think you have a moment before anyone else sees. What do you do? [Answer] 16. Which side of the bed do you roll out of? How come? [Answer] 17. Of the following choices, choose one at the expense of the rest: WEALTH. POWER. RESPECT. WISDOM. STRENGTH. LOYALTY. FAME. [Answer] 18. Tell me about your recent history. [Answer] - - - - - - - - - - Miscellaneous Notes [Any extra miscellaneous notes for your character’s history, alliances, or other items that might provide for interesting story hooks.]

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For: The Road to Indigo

Name: Sybil Goldon
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Hometown: Dewford Town, Hoenn

Appearance:
Soft flesh, small shoulders, and round cheeks give the impression of a child, something Sybil definitely is not. Growing up in the sunny town of Dewford, Sybil was blessed with rough, tanned skin and a near immunity to the sun's harmful rays, a useful power for one who spends most of her days journeying. Long, pale brown hair falls down to her waist, thick and sleek in appearance despite it's constant habit of frizzing up. She often ties it back to keep it out of her way during expeditions, though her inability to make ponytails usually leaves it to a simple ribbon at the base of the strands. Smoky blue eyes glare out from beneath side swept bangs, constantly clouded with thought, and they only brighten at the sight of something that excites her interests. Rather thick eyebrows curve downwards, giving Sybil a perpetual look of annoyance.

Her face is round and child-like, though the angles of adulthood have begun to cut more prominently through the softness. Cute features stand out among her tanned flesh, a small nose and doll-like lips add on to her young appearance, and long lashes curl downwards against round, dull eyes. Her body is curvy, genes blessing her with a near hourglass figure despite her short stature, but she is far from unhealthy. Muscles line her arms and legs from years of physical training and cave exploration, and she has very obvious abs.

Normally, Sybil can be found in a yellow rain poncho, with the hood up to shield her face and her body surrounded in sleek, yellow fabric. The cloak was a hand-me-down from her mother, and was mostly used for traversing Hoenn's Meteor Falls. Sybil clings to it like a lifeline, though. and feels practically naked without it. Underneath she wears a blue-white striped tank top, a short, dark blue parka, and jean shorts that fall just above her lower thigh. Hiking boots are the norm for footwear, and she has a strange looking bracelet, inscribed with ancient runes, on her right wrist. (5'2"; 120 lbs) Horribly Rough Sketches + + +

Personality:
Cold, blunt, yet surprisingly empathetic, Sybil isn't exactly as mean a girl as she could be. Spending most of her life in caves or museums has really taken out her people skills, and while she has been able to grow extremely close to Pokemon quite quickly it is quite the opposite for humans. Bonds of trust always seem to fall short in her hands, as her constant cynical attitude often pushes people she may have been close to away and her harsh tongue keeps strangers far from her biting wit. Growing up with a historian and an archaeologist has lead Sybil to be a rather knowledgeable girl, at least, when it comes to rocks and dead languages. When it comes to math and even the most basic chemical sciences Sybil is far from a genius, often getting flustered at the thought of having to solve any sort of equation. Ignoring her inability to be a mathematician, she can read most ancient languages, and has a keen eye for rocks and fossils, as well as anything else that piques her interest.

Her thirst for adventure is great, and she is not afraid to get down and dirty when the ideal quest comes along. One particular childhood dream she remembers is her wish to be a treasure hunter, someone who would traverse even the most dangerous cliff-sides in search of the golden wonder of knowledge (and anything else that comes along with it). Sybil often jokes that if there is a rare artifact at stake she would give her life to protect it, and though she may laugh about the idea it is most certainty a true quality to her. Knowledge of the past is important to her, and if anything that could possibly tell her a new historical fact or lesson is in danger Sybil will risk everything to defend it.

Alone, Sybil is quiet and observant, making sure to keep her eyes, ears, and mind open to the world around her. Without the presence of people and the plaguing noises of cities and voices she is ultimately peaceful, almost pleasantly tranquil, and her expression always softens to the point of no recognition. Forests and mountains are her favorite places to sit in think, far from the pollution that plagues towns and cities and the people that gaze down at her with eyes and hearts full of easy-to-notice emotions. She is easily annoyed by loud noises and people who seem to always whine or beg for attention, and can resort to harsh yelling if pushed to her breaking point, which you truly wouldn't want to wish against any man due to her already blunt-way of speaking. She has a biting wit, almost always having something to say back in an argument, and her sense of humor is often dry and normally based around obscure rock-puns. While Sybil may get into fights often, she would never raise her hand in an aggressive manner, knowing very well how much pain a single human can wrought against others with a simple slap.

Sybil is happiest when she is with either her closest friends/family or friendly Pokemon since she feels as though she can always trust them. When completely and utterly relaxed and calm around her friends Sybil can appear to be more playful and kind, maybe even a bit clingy, and if she feels truly safe around you she may hold onto your arm, hand, or clothing. She can be very protective of her closer colleagues, defending them with the entirety of her being, and she has a strong, liberal sense of justice. Despite appearing somewhat cold around strangers, Sybil is easily effected by other's emotions, and can almost seem bipolar in crowds due to the fact that there are just so many feelings to pick up on. Due to these emotional swings she prefers to stay away from large groups of people or Pokemom, much preferring those she has gotten to know or can feel relaxed around. Despite her somewhat antisocial behavior, Sybil is plagued with Monophobia, or the fear of being alone, and because of this she is almost always craving travel partners.

During battles she is focused and cunning, as well as observant, and while she isn't exactly to knowledgeable on battling she knows her Pokemon's strengths and weaknesses and uses them to her advantage. Sybil can spend days simply writing and remembering facts about Pokemon, finding their habits interesting and powers to be quite baffling, and from this form of studying she is able to discover their abilities and flaws with relative swiftness.

Profession: Trainer
Talents: Knowledgeable in many ancient languages. Can distinguish stones and fossils particularly well and has a knack for exploring caves and ruins. Somewhat empathetic as well, making her good at guessing what others are thinking/feeling simply by being near them and observing them.

Inventory:
- $500
- Pokeballs (4)
- Potions (3)
- Escape Ropes (2)
- Flashlight
- Ice Axe (2)
- Various Notebooks (5)
- Clothing (Nightwear + bathing suit)
- Rations (Dry food + water)

Starter Pokemon: Aron, named Lapis.
Level: 5
Moves: Tackle, Harden
Ability: Sturdy
Nature: Rash

Biography:
Hailing from Dewford Town in the Hoenn region, Sybil had a rather peculiar childhood. Her parents, though always busy with work, loved to teach her about rocks and fossils and history whenever they had the chance. They loved her dearly, and wished to share their knowledge to make her as bright as can be. Her father, Rodger Goldon, even took her on a few (easier) expeditions when she was old enough to go along, and Eryn, her mother, constantly taught her how to read and write with many ancient scripts. Sybil was instantly attached to cave exploration and treasure hunting, and once she hit the age of eight she instantly began wandering the nearby towns in search of caves to explore and ruins to investigate. Days underground exploring or inside studying didn't exactly give Sybil a lot of choices when it came to friends, leaving her to be somewhat of a loner.

Eventually, her father's work sent him out of town and soon out of the region, leaving Sybil alone to turn over already turned over stones and sigh with boredom as her mother became much more intense towards her work. After finding all she can around the nearby towns and losing interest in watching her mother's back, Sybil turned to a particularly spiritual woman on the island for fun. She visited that elderly woman everyday with questions and thoughts, and in return she managed to learn a bit about the emotions and levels of Pokemon. Though she didn't have much of an interest in Pokemon earlier in life, in her pre-teen years she became very much entranced with their habits and feelings. While exploring caves she also took a moment to glance at the Zubat nests and smile, feeling their serenity though she wasn't sure how. Chris eventually got to know many of the cave and sea Pokemon around town, though never truly caught any of them to train or battle. She simply enjoyed venting to them and watching them in their natural habitat.

One time while exploring the Granite Cave for the twentieth time (probably), Sybil stumbled across an odd egg. Totally abandoned, covered in dust and deathly cold. She took no time to scoop it up and take it home. After allowing it to lay in the warm sun for a few hours it moved, only slightly, and Sybil watched over it daily, caring for it like a mother. The first time it moved was a month after Sybil discovering it, surprisingly. On the same day, Sybil's mother approached her with a ticket; apparently her father had received a spare pass to Kanto by mistake and, with permission from mother of course, wondered if Sybil would like to explore a new region. She took the slip in a heartbeat, nodding enthusiastically, and it seemed the egg could feel her excitement as well, for it started moving to and fro with sudden liveliness.

In the next week, she was packed and shipped off to Pallet Town. Her father had mentioned something about her joining the Pokemon League, and though Sybil felt a bit skeptical due to her lacking knowledge on battling he assured her it would be a good learning experience. On the boat ride over, the egg suddenly hatched, revealing the mysterious Pokemon to be a very, very small Aron. Sybil quickly thought up a name for the small being, Lapis, which would be Latin for stone. He was a gluttonous little thing, and Sybil quickly grew fond of him despite his constant attempts to chew at the steel railings that lined the ship. With a new region to explore, a Pokemon League to attempt, and her first Pokemon under her belt, Sybil decided to look towards the future with ambition.

Shortly after her arrival to Pallet Town, Eryn Goldon received a call from one of Kanto's archaeologists. Apparently, Rodger Goldon had gone missing after a sudden cave collapse in Mount Moon. Sybil has yet to be informed.

Notes/Other: Sybil's father can be used for any plots you have in mind, in case you need some smart fellow or an archaeologist in the future.

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For: LetterA 1x1s

"What'd you say to me, ya stupid punk?"

Scully "Wildchild" Vagabond

Thirteen || Eighth Grade || Bloodied and Emotionally Compromised || Lonely

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* Terrified of birds.
* Has broken his nose twice already.
* Decent chef, loves to cook.
* Has a resting bitch face.

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"Hey, take those piercings out and get studying, idiot!"

Kiriyama Aoi
||Second Year||16||Prideful Student Council President and Honor Student||

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For: TO BE NAMED

"D-Don't Worry! Everything is under control!"

Name: Samson Cull
Age: 6
Gender: Male
Height|Weight: 3'3" | 34lbs

Physical Appearance:
Short, thin, and frail, Samson's body is more comparable to a little girl's. Though he is as fit as a fiddle and active to boot, Sam is obviously going to be on the short and skinny side for the rest of his life, much to his despair. Long, curly blonde hair frames his round face and large green eyes peer out from beneath pointed bangs. He will at times dawn glasses during class, further strengthening the largeness of his gaze, and they will often slide down to rest just at the tip of his extremely small nose. Small lips stand out against porcelain skin, and round cheeks flush red at even the slightest mistake. Though his body is otherwise bare of blemishes, he has tattooed magic circles onto the palms of his hand out of curiosity. They have yet to go away, and always seem to cause trouble in the end. Normally dresses in rather cute but fancy outfits, his favorite being a white button up and black overall shorts. He likes to dress cutely, and even favors dressing up in his sister's old gowns and skirts on sunnier days.

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Race:
Witch, or just a human with magical properties. This hereditary trait was gained from his mother, though her powers lay dormant and unknown.

Bad Habit(s):
When upset or nervous, small magical anomalies appear close by. Most are harmless, like a sudden toad or two appearing on the windowsill, but he has also been able to make thunder storms brew in seconds. Eve tries her best to keep him calm in an effort to stop these sudden magical influxes from harming anyone or thing. Other than that, Samson is very clumsy, especially when it comes to spell casting, so be wary of haywire wand swishes.

Petals: Two
Repercussions:
Spells cast accidentally will normally backfire onto him and will last for a maximum of two hours. Latest backfire had left him as a rabbit for a good hour. It wasn't very fun.

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Family:
The Cull household is, uh, religious to say the least. Both of the kids' parents are rather obsessed with Christianity, so when they discovered that one of their children was a witch and the other was practically possessed they hightailed them out of the house to live with their Aunt Perry. Aunty Perry is a very eccentric witch with a reputation for putting silly curses on any neighbors who dare tread across her lovely overgrown yard. The siblings adore her.

History:
The Cull household was generally quiet and calm... Until this magic-making child was born. His first days in the ranch-style abode were simply a blur of furniture raising and books vanishing. Mr. and Mrs. Cull thought that their child was possessed by a demon, but the more he grew the less these odd occurrences happened, and besides, Eve seemed to adore him. He was treated normally up until the year he turned four. That's when the... Accident took place. The accident that left Eve in a coma for a good year. Samson, who's development as a witch had come faster than most could expect, tried his best to revive his sister, blaming the whole ordeal on himself, and then one day, on the eve of her eighth birthday, one of his potions succeeded, and Eve was up within moments, trying to scream but failing, eyes bulging at things others could not see.

Well, if that didn't scar a kid then what did? Anyway, in the next year both children were shipped off to Aunt Perry, a chubby woman with a smile that filled her eyes and an array of dead creatures hanging in her kitchen. She trained Samson in the black arts, though eventually she had to send both off to the Academy in an effort to control both his sudden magical outbursts and his sister's poltergeist-ish tendencies.

Other:
Taught himself sign language so he can understand Eve's frantic gestures.

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"So sorry about my brother... He's a bit clumsy"

Name: Eve Cull
Age: 9
Gender: Female
Height|Weight: 4'4" | 52lbs

Physical Appearance:
Eve is definitely Samson's brother, those who gaze upon the two could probably mistake them for twins if not for Eve's height and oddly pale ways. Her flesh is pure white, so pure that her veins appear dark blue and any bruises and burns stand out almost disgustingly well. Her body is thin and frail, obviously weak, and her cheeks which were once sullen from lack of eating have begun to fill out with youth once again. Odd green-blue eyes stare out from beneath blonde eyelashes, seeming to glow from within with an unnatural light, and long, fluffy blonde hair tangles at her lower back easily. Her knees and legs are often covered in band-aids and bruises from constantly chasing after her bother or simply exploring. Despite her adventurous personality, Eve does enjoy dressing up in girly dresses, and especially loves to wear her nightgowns whenever she can. She has a single magical tattoo on her right shoulder, given to her by Aunt Perry in an effort to keep ghosts away while she sleeps.

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Race:
Human, but like a haunted human. She can see ghosts and they always seem to gather around her, appearing as odd, colorful lights which she calls Wisps or Wispys. They react to her emotions which often leads to telekinetic accidents.

Bad Habit(s):
Frustration and embarrassment often leads to a wind-swept room. The ghosts that surround her all react to negative emotions, and when Eve is feeling fussy they react violently, lifting papers and books and, depending on how angry she is, bigger objects like chairs and desks. Though it doesn't happen as often as the telekinetic tantrums, Eve also has a slight tendency to become slightly possessed. A possessed Eve is usually very unresponsive and depressed, yet entirely too driven to escape public eye, so she can often be seen getting up in the middle of class to hide in the nearest closet until she is able to dispel the unwanted entity.

Petals: Four

Repercussions:
Eve's repercussions often lead her to falling asleep very suddenly. She grows extremely drowsy and irritable, and then can ultimately be found napping at her desk or simply laying in the middle of the hall, out like a light. A rarer repercussion is when she is actually a repellent of spirits for a few minutes, and though she pretends to enjoy this side effect it ultimately leaves her feeling helpless and alone. They are eventually drawn back though, and the whole cycle begins again.

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History:
TBA

Other:
The same accident that gave Eve her supernaturally desirable body also seemed to take away her ability to speak. Eve is mute and communicates through writing and sign language.

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For: Unfinished Update of Violet

Basic Information

Name:

Violet Sūn

Nickname/Alias/Etc:

Vi, Vi-Girl, Wisteria

Gender:

Female

Age:

16

Height:

5'3"

Weight:

110lbs

Type:

New Student

Appearance

Hair Color:

Black

Eye Color:

Heterochromic; one brown eye and one pale purple eye

Ethnicity:

Chinese-American

Physical Appearance:

Violet is most easily compared to a doll. Short, lithe, and fair, and if not for the very noticeable blemish that coats her flesh she may have been quite popular in her old school. She's of obvious Asian decent as evident from her narrow eyes, and tanned flesh, and due to her petite frame many mistake her for a younger girl much to her annoyance. Violet, despite her obvious physical flaws, does carry herself high and mighty. She waltzes across the land with the grace of a princess, nose raised and eyes closes, and the hint of a smile is always shadowing her lips, even in the dreariest of days. Vi's face is almost always bare, makeup being too much if a hassle for her to deal with, and thanks to a thirty minute daily routine she is well kept and always hygienic. Or... Well, as hygienic as someone with purple goo covering their face can be. Violet stands at about six feet three inches and she weighs a mere one hundred and ten pounds. Her body is kept fit through various daily exercises she plans, and picking up a sport or two in the past definitely helped keep her fit as a fiddle.

Despite her thinness, though, Violet has a surprisingly round and childish face. Added doll lips and a small nose fails to make her look any older, much to Vi's distress, and constant attempts to strengthen her jaw line and angle out her cheeks have all seemed to fail in the end. Her most notable feature may be her angled, heterochromic eyes. Due to the purple "corruption" that had spread across her flesh, her right eye had been affected tremendously, turning the iris and pupil a very light purple. The eye is the main cause of many of Vi's headaches due to its sensitivity to the light and the many hallucinations it conjures up when ignored for too long. Vi's other eye is a simple brown color, and it often narrows when she smiles or laughs too hard. Despite her disdain for the roundness of her face, Vi can't help but love her own expressiveness, and she often tries her best to smile as genuinely as she can because it makes her feel prettier.

Violet's body is small and lithe, yet extremely weak. Though she has trained in a few martial arts and has been exercising daily for the past three years, it has yet to show any growth in her strength. She constantly blames it on the corruption, claiming that it simply used up all her muscle to grow stronger. Other than being weak, her body is also rather shapeless, again enforcing her child-like appearance, and she is cursed with dainty hands and feet. Though she lacks the power to lift others, Vi is extremely light on her feet and relies on her speed and evasiveness during times when her powers simply don't wish to work. Her flesh, other than the corruption, is mostly blemish free, and it tans easily despite appearing porcelain during colder months. Vi's hair is long, reaching her lower back, and glossy black in color. In the sunlight it may appear to be purple, and due to it's annoying length Vi always keeps it in lower ponytails or messy buns.

Those who simply pass Violet in the street can easily notice what she calls "The Corruption" coating the entire right side of her body. Thought its appearance ultimately relies on her emotions, it is most often described as being sticky in texture and geometric in looks. It moves every so slightly, and touching it can cause acidic-like burns. In the past Violet often recalls it being much worse, almost like an ugly infection, but it has since simmered down to simply decorate her flesh in swirls of purple.

Corruption Appearance by Emotion:

Content - Simple, geometric pattern (think Aztec design). Barely moves. Violet's favorite appearance.

Happiness - Energetic swirls, bubbles slightly. Moves actively though not enough to draw too much attention.

Love/Curiosity - Lacy appearance. Moves slightly. Looks very much like a tattoo in this state.

Sadness - Faint purple coats corrupted flesh while darker purple circles appear and vanish like bubbles. Moves actively or not at all.

Anger/Battle Mode - Fully purple forearms with tiger stripe-like remaining swirls. Moves actively. Purple energy appears when Violet is using her powers.

Violet Battle Mode

Attire:

Violet prefers clothes that don't rub up uncomfortably against her deformity, so she can often be found in short sleeves or tank tops, even in the dead of winter. Her style is best described as "cool, comfortable, and affordable", and thus she can be somewhat of a slob on days when she doesn't care for her appearance. She enjoys her gold and red cheongsam shirt, finding the material comfortable and floral design to be quite captivating, and when it comes to comfortable leg wear she can normally be found in black skinny jeans or cream sweatpants. Due to her appreciation of the color red, she can normally be found in differing rogue outfits, and most of her shoes and hair clips are scarlet in color as well. As for shoes, Vi loves her simple red slipons or just plain black converse. Honestly, if she could go barefoot for the rest of her life she could, shoes just aren't that interesting to her.

Personality

Innate & Outward Personality:

Imagine a small child, about seven or eight, opening presents on Christmas Day, beaming and laughing and crying with joy over how great Santa is and how amazing their presents are. Now turn that kid into a lovely, short sixteen year old and you'll have Violet. If her face isn't cheerful than you must know something must be wrong, that's how happy Vi is all the time. She laughs at even the most stupid jokes, and smiles at even the rudest folks, and her love for life and living things just seems to emanate from her like the acid that coats her skin. Thanks to her pureness when it comes to living, Vi can be considered somewhat of a social butterfly often walking up to unknown strangers who look down just to say hello and ask if anything is wrong. She loves having friends, and she loves to make sure people are as OK as she is. It's hard to keep up such a happy attitude, though, and despite her love of people Vi is actually an introvert, making it difficult for her to stay energized in public situations. WIP

Hobbies/Interests:

Painting, paper folding, flower pressing, gardening, video games.

Skills/Talents:

Violet is an artist before anything else. Her love for painting and drawing runs deep, and she can often be fund in a scenic area around the school, sketching anything and everything with a precise hand and concentrated eyes. Many of her works can be found hanging around her old family home, and she has gotten much better with age. She also enjoys origami, the art of paper folding, and can make a variety of knick-knacks with just a bit of paper. She is, of course, relatively good at martial arts, though her lack of muscle really does do her in at times. She is especially talented in Baguazhang Martial Arts, a type of fighting that relies of quick jabs and evasive maneuvers, and this type of fighting is very prominent on the battle field. She can speak Mandarin and Hakka, two different varieties of the Chinese language, and is currently studying French just for fun.

Prized Possession:

Journal full of flower pressings and sketches. She calls it her "Dream Journal" though she doesn't really keep any entries about her dreams within.

Quote(s):

History/Bio:

Family:

Relationships

Abilities

Power Class:

Elemental & Super-System

Power:

The Corruption
Named this by Violet, corruption takes the shape of the purple energy that coats her flesh and fills her eye. The corruption acts as both a blessing and a curse for Vi. While it grants her superpowers, it also seems to drive her into a hard to control madness. Whispers from an unknown source fill her head as she lies in silence and things and people who are not truly there appear in her tainted eye. The Corruption's true origins are unknown, though it can be assumed to be some sort of infection, either chemical or biological. The corruption is mostly affected by Violet's emotion, making it extremely difficult to control in extraneous situations. Besides superpowers, the corruption also blesses Vi with an intolerance to toxins and a rougher exterior skin.

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Poison Manipulation
Violet is able to control the toxic material that is secreted from the corruption. When in battle it seems to curl from her hands like fire, and she throws it about like bolts of energy. The toxins itself are extremely painful to touch, causing chemical burns to those stupid enough to get hit, but they are not corrosive enough to melt pure metal in an instant. The power and heat of the poison relies mostly on Violet's concentration, the more focused she is on hurting her opponent the more corrosive it becomes.

Solid Poison Constructs
Violet can take the corruption and bend it into helpful, though toxic constructs if needed. She uses this ability most as it allows her to create monstrous appendages if needed. The purple toxins gather together and clot to form hardened shields or discs when in need of harder projectiles.

Limits:

Violet is obviously still getting used to her abilities, meaning she is rather bad at controlling the corruption well. She falls pray to hallucinations and sickness often, and must take a break after even a training session. Her projectiles are also very small and due to her weak body she isn't able to throw them very far, and when making shields or strengthening her arms with monstrous appendages they are often much to weak to hold up against water-based attacks and heavy projectiles. Also, if she attempts to make the toxins to hot or corrosive she has a possibility of burning herself.

Weaknesses/Drawbacks:

Emotion-influenced
Causes hallucinations after overuse
Saps energy
Hard to control wip

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For: Portworth Institute for Talented Youths

PITY - Application for Academic Year 2015/2016

Student Name:

Phoebe Kate "P.K" Rios

Gender:

Female

Nationality:

American

Age:

18

D.O.B.:

January 20th, 1997

Appearance


Hair Color:

Blonde

Eye Color:

Gold-Brown

Ethnicity:

Mexican/African-American

Height:

5'8"

Weight:

140 lbs

Powers & Abilities

Power Name:

Photon/Light Manipulation

Power Description:

I have the ability to manipulate light, easy as that.

Abilities:

Due to lack of training, my abilities are a bit... Haywire, to say the least. I naturally attract light, kind of like a glow-in-the-dark sticker! Put me under a lamp for a few moments and then flick it off and you'll see me, clear as day, emitting a white-yellow light from beneath my skin. I have yet to fully understand why this happens, but let's just say I would make a perfect roommate if you need a nightlight to sleep. Light manipulation is where I have most of my knowledge. Every since puberty I've been able to generate light with slight strain. A snap of the finger can summon a spark, a waving motion can produce a beam, and all this light is for me to control!

Moving the light is easy, it flows like water if I concentrate enough, but I can also solidify it to produce shapes, projectiles, and platforms that I also control. This might be my main form of defense, as these shapes are indeed just solidified light. They can burst into a blinding flash if dropped and cause serious damage if set off too close to someone. Other then that, I can also bend the light, allowing slight visual warping and invisibility to me and those in my general vicinity. A slight movement in the peripheral, dousing a lamp's light for a moment, or even a made up shadow are easy to create if I'm concentrating enough, and I'm sure I can produce more illusions with the right amount of light present.

As for invisibility, it is easiest to do to myself then to do to others. A shield of light is key, as without it the trick is basically useless, and with a few hand motions I can bend the shield to render myself and those within invisible. We are completely gone to the naked eye, but we will still emit sounds and appear on any heat-detection devices. I am also only able to use this skill is we are stood still, movement can very easily disrupt the shield and since light isn't solid when bent, you'll walk right out into the open. Other than that, my ability allows me with few useless skills, such as producing colors from thin air and making nifty, cordless lamps for those who ask nicely.

Drawbacks & Weaknesses:

- The dark is my one big fear. Being extinguished, put out for ever, it is so easy to be blotted out. Darkness can overwhelm my light if I am not careful. If I am stuck in a dark room for over five hours I become unable to generate my own light, and any attempts can overexert my body.

- Over using my power can lead to painful body and head aches. Creating solid light and bending it are the two main factors of these painful contractions.

- I am not exactly in control of my powers. I have been known to glow brightly or even vanish if emotionally unstable. Don't get too close if I start getting mad, your eyes are more valuable then my feelings.

- No true offensive power. Blinding/distracting people and hiding are my main abilities. And I'm no thick-skinned strong girl either; I bruise easier than a peach.

- I'm always extremely hot, even in the dead of winter. My hands and feet burn like I have a fever, and my face is almost always flushed from the heat. I keep many paper fans around for when it gets unbearable.

About You

Family:

- Father: Julian Edwardo Rios, 47
- Mother: Kayla Smith Rios, 45
- Brother: Ross Kyle Rios, 22, estranged

Personal Statement:

Without truly realizing it, fireflies have always been a big part of my life. Okay, that might be a bit weird to start off with, but trust me it's important! Growing up in New Orleans, right on the edge of the bayou, nature was always around me. The humid summers always brought an abundance of mosquitos, spiders, and, of course, fireflies. Small, glowing orbs that skimmed the water and clung to the grass right outside my house. I would run through the waist-high turf on those cloudy nights, ignoring my mother's pleas to get out of the mud and let her check for ticks, just to see those bugs leap up and coat the star-filled sky with yellow and green. The were always brief in their arrival, but every summer since I could remember their appearance are as clear as day, stuck in my mind like an oil painting.

I suppose I was inspired by those gleaming insects. They were always... Free. Living the high life, if only for a few days. The early summer nights were theirs and theirs alone; and their beauty and grace always humbled me. My father took notice of my fascination, and took to calling me his "little firefly" ever since the appearance of my little mutation. As I grew and my powers started to develop, I took lessons from the fireflies. I let their lights stain my skin, leaving gleaming dots among my dark flesh, and watched as they generated their glowing abilities with a sense of repetition. They taught me how to conjure the gleams they produced, and showed me the many ways my body differed from that of normal humans. They were my inspiration, my reason for waking on those muggy nights and walking aimlessly through the high brush, ignorant of the other bugs that may threaten my lessons.

My family was my other main source of joy. My mother and father were the true ideal couple, they loved like no one else could. It was as if every day was the first day they met, and every night they would lay with me and discuss the beauty of the world and myself and our family as a whole. I never knew any of my grandparents, were never introduced to either side of the family, but I remember seeing letters in the mail with unfamiliar first names and my last. They were always scraped, along with the ads and magazines that the mailmen would bring from time to time. I taught myself not to question why, and simply made excuses for my folks. Everyone has their secrets, after all. Despite that, I also have (had?) an older brother, Ross. He went off to join the army when I was fourteen, and to tell the truth we never really got along. He called my fascination with stars and fireflies "weird" and "stupid", so I in turned said that his love of video games made him a "friendless loser". Those were how the big fights usually started, anyway. To say I don't miss him is a lie, though, I would kill to see his scuffy face again.

My school life leading up to PITY was rather uneventful. I was an average student in science, below average in English, and above average in math. My varying report cards never really affected me the way they should. I found school to be the less stressful part of my life, while staying in a group of friends became my number one cause of panic. I could never hold good relationships with people as I am always described as being "weirdly cheerful and unnaturally distant". I could never really wear my emotions as clearly as I wished, and my face was always smiling, so I suppose most people thought I was fake. I managed to snag a few lovers in my freshman and sophomore years of high school, but each ended awkwardly and without much fuss. My parents simply say that I am just a bit too lethargic when it came to conversation, and I guess they're right in the end.

My mutation first began to appear after my first period at the age of twelve. My mother was discussing something in my room, me lounging lazily on my bed, and after she finished speaking and rose to leave I requested she shut off my lights. The iridescent bulb flicked off in an instant, but instead of the room turning dark my skin began to visibly glow. My mother's reaction was a bit harsh, she screamed and fell back, but after a few moments she rose to ask if I hurt anywhere. Stunned by my own glow and doubly fascinated, I shook my head, and then simply asked,

"Does this happen to a lot of people?"

My parents were slightly distraught over me being a mutant, but they each got over it in their own way. The kids at school, however, either never found out or began to avoid me. Keeping my mutation a secret was easier said than done. A girlfriend I had managed to score at the age of sixteen found out one sleepless night and spread the news all around school the next day. I became somewhat of an outcast, but it didn't really bother me too much. Loneliness is a heavy burden to bear, however, and the fear of abandonment began to set in after a year of eating lunch alone in the bathroom.

Back-stories aside, I must point out that I have many interests to share. Astrology, painting, and algebra are my main favorites. The thought of tracking stars and forming colors always gets my creative juices flowing. As for math, well, I've always had a knack for equations and numbers. No use hating it, right? As for training my abilities, I've always had a bit of trouble controlling myself. Finding this school seemed like pure luck, and I'm hoping that this application may make me seem fit to attend. I need help, and hopefully PITY can spare some room to give me some.

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"Phoebe Kate Rios! You open this damned door right now! Don't you mess up that sink!"

The peeling, white door rattled, brass door-knob simply refusing to turn, and Phoebe felt a grimace (or perhaps a smile) form on her lips. Her hands reached to pull the sink's handles further, the stream of steaming water soon loudly gushing from the faucet without delay. Phoebe listened as her mother grunted, whispers drowned out by intense flow of water, and after a second of silence from both parties she continued on applying bleach to her hair. Her kinky, uncontrollable, black hair. Just running her fingers though the afro mess above her head made her feel uncomfortable. She was craving something... Unnatural. Lighter. Something that would completely ruin her hair. Bleach seemed like the best option.

"C'mon, P.K! Your hair is beautiful ya don't gotta change it!"

Her hands clenched, nose turning up at the pleading of her mother. That very attitude was what spurred her wish to change. Contrary to popular belief, Phoebe liked to do the opposite of whatever is said to her. Making her feel unable to change and be herself just seemed to strive to rebel. And so, here she was, a fifteen year old child with hair coated in a chemical that gave her headaches and hands massaging the white goo deeper into her roots. They would get over it, maybe even like it in the end, and that single thought is what gave Phoebe the force to continue. Eventually, after smoothing over some stray curls, her hair was entirely coated, and she covered the mess with a spare plastic bag before sitting cross-legged on the toilet seat. The small bathroom was now deadly quiet, save for the brewing summer storm outside and the rushing water from the small, porcelain sink, and Phoebe let her eyes wander across the green-tiled space. Each shadow, each moldy corner, each sliver of peeling paint was familiar to her, it was the family's only bathroom after all, and as the steam stained the messy mirror and the storm continued to wail against the white-painted window a feeling of uncertainty spurred in her chest.

what if it doesnt look good? what if my parents really do hate it? what if the kids at school make fun of me? what if wha

A crack of thunder caught her off guard, and a small cry of fear escaped her mouth before the lights flickered and vanished all together. If not for her glowing skin the bathroom would have been swallowed by darkness, and after a moment of catching her breath she rose, fixing the bag on her head before reach forward slightly to turn the sink off. She listened as rain slapped the window and her mother shrieked with fear and/or excitement and her father thumbed around the house loudly, probably heading out to check the breaker. Her head had begun to burn from the bleach, but the silence of the bathroom and the smell of chemicals and the life that continued all around seemed to calm her nerves, just enough for her to smile and begin to laugh at the thought of having blonde hair once more.

After twenty minutes of sitting still and glowing, she rose, sticking her head under the stained faucet and turning the hot water back on with a flick of the wrist. The bleach melted from her curls, filling the white sink with thick, white liquid, and the harsh smell of the chemicals and the steam filled her nostrils and throat, forcing Phoebe to hold her breath and simply scrub. Eventually, the bathroom flickered to life again and the bangs on the door began once more.

"Hang on, ma, I'm awlmost done..." Phoebe muttered, straightening, examining her newly-discolored hair in the smoky mirror. A smile parted her dark lips, and after a second of preparing herself she turned towards the door, unlocking and pulling the door open. Outside, her broad-shouldered mother stood, a look of disapproval clear on her face. Her dark eyes scanned the smaller body before her, up down, and then with a half-hearted sigh she held forward a towel. Phoebe took it with a smirk, throwing it over her soaking mob before tilting her head and asking,

"Does it look bad?"

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Thin-faced, gentle, and starry-eyed, Morgan is a pretty person with many nice attributes. Standing at a mere 5'6" and weighing over 120 lbs, they are slight in appearance. Dark skin stands out well against her mostly white outfits, and a curling, black afro frames her face. Loves to wear flowing dresses and is always hesitant to go out with shoes on. Can often be found with a cigarette on her lip and long, fake nails adorning her hands.

Name: Morgana "Morgan" De Blanc
Gender: Genderfluid (She/They)
Age: 25
Home: 3032 Jean-Luc Boulevard

Orientation: Pansexual
Significant Other: None

Occult: Witch
Inherited Ability: Voodoo
Special Ability: Future Sight
Hidden Ability: Air Magic

Occupation: Works full time at an incense and candles shop, Wicks and Sticks, located on main street. Also they will at times play at Jazz bars for extra cash.

Family: The only person still alive in Morgan's family would be their father, Samuel De Blanc. Now retired from his job as a cop, Samuel lives in the poorer regions of New Orleans, right by the bayou, and Morgan offers him any support he is in need of. Though he is aware of his child's and late wife's powers, he himself is a mere human.

Personality: Morgan is the epitome of an airhead. Day-dreamy in both appearance and attitude, she wanders the streets as if half-asleep and always seems to fall asleep in particular situations. Despite this, Morgan is always ready to lend a helping hand to friends and always seems to have a glittering smile on her lips. Morgan always puts their friends first, and as such can often forget to care for herself. Sometimes she may forget to eat, other times she may go outside without a shirt, it all depends on how sleepy/lost she is that day. Though they are an airhead, Morgan is far from truly stupid, and when faced with a serious situation Morgan will attempt to find the most helpful solution.

Though she is sweet to her friends, Morgan can be considered mean-spirited to strangers who approach without reason. When annoyed she gains a much more biting persona, chewing out those she just can't find in her heart to trust at first. She also gains this abrasive nature when around the more "regal" vampires in town, as she blames their rule for the death of her mother. Besides that, she is very childish, and a trickster at heart. Those she really can't stand are often subjected to pranks and practical jokes.

While they do give off the impression of being someone who handles emotions well, underneath her cheerful, dimwitted exterior Morgan is rather distant and apathetic. She has trouble understanding when someone else is sad or hurt, and though they truly wish to help they often find that they just can't due to not understanding. She often falls into states of depression due to not understanding her own emotions. She at times feels as though she is emotionless, just a puppet on a shelf, and will seem to disconnect herself from the world by hiding in her bedroom or bathroom.

History: Born and raised in New Orleans, Morgan has always loved the rich and colorful city she grew up in. Her family was relatively well off as Elizabeth Le Blanc, her mother, ran a popular diner down on main street. They lived in a decent home and spoiled their child with books and toys whenever possible. Samuel worked most nights as a cop, so Morgan was often left home alone, not that she minded. She loved to have the house to herself, to explore the creaking floor-boarded rooms and read mom's weird books. One day, however, things went horribly wrong.

It was a Sunday, the only day the whole family had time together, and they had decided to spend a whole day outside, picnicking, adventure, until night came. It was the midsummer then, and the fireflies were plentiful. Morgan, only thirteen at the time, would sit and catch them with her father. Her mother had watched curiously, and then with a sudden grin she waved her hands slowly, wind forming and circling between her palms. The fireflies were pulled into the gentle gust, and a light show appeared within her mother's hands. It was meant to be a simple show of magic, but those watching saw it as so much more. Morgan woke up the next day to her father crying, and the living room torn up.

It was as if a wind storm had thrown everything around the room into a state of havoc. She quietly asked where mom was, and her father simply pointed towards the broken front door and nodded. Morgan locked herself in her room for three days, and on the fourth she emerged with a soft smile and tired eyes. After that, she acted as if nothing happened. High school came and went, and with no desire to attend college she went straight to work. Eventually, Morgan moved out from living with her father to stay with Azreal and Neffy.

Occult History: Morgan became aware of her abilities after her first period. She had been teetering cautiously on a step stool while searching for a book to read in her mother's study, when suddenly she twisted her ankle and fell. Instead of hitting the floor, however, she found herself carefully lowered to the earth by what could only be a gust of wind. When she explained the incident to her mother, she was met with happy tears and pats on the head. After that, Morgan was introduced to her ancestors in the cemetery, and her mother carefully explained the Le Blanc family's history.

The Le Blanc witches were voodoo masters at heart. Hexes and control was their game, and their coven was once much more plentiful and powerful in the past. Now, most have been killed due to their rule-breaking, and lay forever tormented within lavender filled graves. It was a sad tale, but Morgan took it to heart and vowed to uphold the Le Blanc name to the best of her ability.

Her precognition abilities first appeared during her last year of middle school, after the death of her mother. The scenes normally play in her dreams, and are often vague and hard to remember.

Occult Status: Seer and Coven Novice

Additional Info: Morgan has what most would call a familiar, though the pet is not used in any magical ways. Qrow is, as you might have guess, Morgan's pet crow. He is an intelligent bird who resides within her room and can often be seen flying around town. Other than that, Morgan is a talented pianist who is well known on Main Street for her jazzy melodies.

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Willowy, tall, and sharp, Luce looks as flamboyant as he truly is. He is unnaturally gorgeous, with glowing skin, deep, green eyes, and red hair that alway seems to hang over half of his face Lipstick, blush, and mascara always seem to adorn his appearance, and he can often be found wearing skirts and dresses during the hotter months. He is never seen without a pair of fashionable high heels or his favorite black, wide-rimmed sunhat.
Usual outfit

Name: Luce Oleander
Gender: Male (He/Him)
Age: 315
Home: 4660 Holden Hills
Orientation: Pansexual Aromantic
Significant Other: Countless past "lovers", none now.

Occult: Vampire
Inherited Ability: Persuasion
Special Ability: Mind Reading
Hidden Ability: Telekinesis

Occupation: Luce is the owner of Club Plasma, the most popular feeding ground for vampires!

Family: Any family Luce had remaining probably died a long, long time ago. His closer family had been killed by terrified townspeople, and Luce had barely escaped with his life.

Personality: Sinister, flamboyant, and ruthless, Luce is a perfect ruler in all sense of the word. He thirsts for power and control, and finds great enjoyment in causing trouble and hurting those who could possibly hurt him. While he isn't the strongest vampire alive, he is definitely smart enough to hold his own in New Orleans. Though he isn't at the top of the food chain yet, Luce always seems to reach for the stars, and will always attempt to one-up someone who could possibly be a threat to his title. It may be very hard to discover Luce's true blood lust, however, as when he is not prepared to make a kill or deploy a scheme, he is extremely sweet, polite, and well-spoken.

Of course, his flashing grins and sparkling eyes may give away his real self, Luce tries his best to appear as "human" as he can in front of strangers and enemies. It's hard, however, due to him being very easily agitated. He slips often when faced with annoying people or situations, and as such tries to avoid those who could possibly reveal his sparkling fangs. Usually, when faced with attractive new strangers, he flirts big time, and seems to have no respect for personal space. Despite all of the horrid things Luce is, he does have a single soft spot. Young children and animals always seem to be safe from his glaring eyes. This could be because they remind him of his past, or perhaps her merely feels that killing those who haven't experienced life yet is too cruel.

Other than that, Luce is a coward who dislikes fighting head on, and he would much rather save his own hide than someone else's. He's a brilliant cook and drink-mixer, and can often be found shopping for new clothes on main street when not working at the club.

History: Born in France to an influential vampire family, Luce was unaware of the tragedy that would strike his family. He grew up in a big castle, and spent most days playing with his younger sister or bothering the many, many servants mother and father brought in daily. He was the Oleander family's princess, and in those days he had been so happy. On his sixteenth birthday, however, their home was stormed by terrified townspeople. The many servants that had been "hired" by his parents were all truly stolen daughters and sons and wives and husbands, and the town reacted with fire and vengeance. Luce hide within the castle walls, and merely watched as his younger sister was slain by the townspeople. He barely escaped with his life, and wandered the French landscape without a plan in his mind. Eventually, somewhere at the beginning of the 19th century, he became fed up with simply wandering and with no where else to turn sneaked onto the first boat towards America.

In New Orleans, Luce found that there were many vampires to relate to, and managed to make a living by opening a club for humans and occult alike. He moved into a ritzy house, and with power on the mind he aimed his ambitions high. He was ready to live in New Orleans like a king, and he would achieve power no matter what.

Occult History: Luce was aware of his abilities from a young age, but has used them mostly without guidance and training for a few years now. He is somewhat unskilled.

Occult Status: Vampire Nobility

Additional Info: Many of the maids and servants in his home don't appear to be all there. Their eyes are dull and they barely react if someone attempts to speak to them.

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Name: Inaya Saab
Age: 27
Profession/Trade: Military Medic (Trained);Therapist and Herbalist

Skills/traits:
Serene and patient can always be used to describe Inaya. Years on years of dealing with children and Pokemon alike has given the still budding doctor the patience of a nun. It takes quite a lot of complaining and whining to really push her buttons, but while she is quite calm at first it isn't unnatural to see her act a bit haughty and stubborn in certain situations. Despite that, Inaya is a hard-working, genius individual with plenty of knowledge on medical sciences and biology. She is extremely perceptive of situations, and finds it easy to stay collected and calm during stressful situations (as long as she feels she is relatively safe). Her levels of empathy seem to raise above most, and she makes for a perfect listener to those who feel stressed or mentally exhausted, and despite her cold exterior Inaya is surprisingly very selfless and caring towards those in need.

Despite all that, though, Inaya is unmistakably cold and distant to strangers and people she deems untrustworthy. She is naturally cynical, and often has trouble trusting even the youngest child at times due to these trust issues. While she is normally calm and patient, as said before, Inaya can sometimes loose herself and end up insulting those who really rattle her. She is sharp-tongued and stubborn when she doesn't even wish to be, and though she may appear intimidating and mean during the argument she quickly looses face and can fall into a slight depression after realizing how awful she had thought herself to be. Going off this, it is quite easy to tell that Inaya isn't a fan of herself. She has intense self-esteem issues and finds it hard to believe when others even attempt to compliment her. The only thing she has faith in is her medical skills. Other then that, Inaya is physically weaker compared to most, and fears failure and abandonment due to her family life.

Equipment:
-Thick leather corset (Acts as armor for chest and torso)
-Leather belts (2) holding:
~Used Pokeballs (1)
~Energy roots (2)
~Heal powder (2)
~Revival herb (1)
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-Leather shoulder bag holding:
~Basic medical supplies
~White notebooks, half full
~Brass flask
~Various potions (8)
~Provisions
~ Makeup kit
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Her weapon of choice is a baton. Though she absolutely despises fights, it is best to be armed in case of a dire situation. The baton is about the length of her forearm and heavy enough to knock the wind out of someone if swung hard enough.

Appearance:
Inaya is a girl of average looks. With tanned skin, narrow eyes, and plush lips, she could be considered a natural beauty, though that doesn't mean she goes anywhere without a thick coat of makeup to hide any imperfections. Her hair is dyed an extremely light pink, though her darker roots have begun to grow in again, and it is often tied back in a loose ponytail or bun. She has a slim, tall figure, weighing about 135 lbs and standing at about 5'6". Inaya takes pride in her appearance in most situations, but has taken a more homely approach for the mission at hand, wearing a rather simple outfit of a leather corset, her usual white coat, and striped, black and white pants. Her boots are worn and comfortable, and they were chosen due to their easy mobility.

Personality:
Inaya is a sharp woman, a sharp woman with more of an interest in peace and quiet then the rumble of the city. She strives for perfection in herself and her hobbies, and as such has quite a harsh image of herself. Though she loathes herself to the extreme, Inaya does realize her mental prowess is intensely stronger than most, and likes to think of herself as something close to a genius. That isn't enough for her, though, as Inaya is always looking for experiences to inspire and help her along her journey to help others. She isn't as perfect as she would like to be.

Though Inaya wishes to use her smarts to help others and help out the world a bit, she finds herself to be quite cynical towards people. She has trouble trusting strangers and often gives new comers the cold shoulder. She's much more akin to an emotionless doll in appearance; she is distant and vague in the way she speaks to those she doesn't trust. Getting comfortable with her freezing nature can be difficult, but once you manage to break her shell she is much more kind and decent. She is more maternal than she appears as well, and finds it to be no issue to protect those in need during dire situations. Inaya is, much like her Ralts Celty, also very empathetic towards others. She doesn't like to pity people, but she does wish to help them out by listening to their issues and figuring out why they would be feeling so glum or mad.

Inaya is quite different in a business setting, however. She acts much more professional and less distant in her office, keeping a soft smile on her face as she helps those in need, whether it be prescribing medicine for mental issues or devising herbal remedies to reduce a cough or a rash.

Inaya is very curiously interested in cute things, and has a soft spot for children and young Pokemon. She can often be found writing in one of her many journals, trying to decode a new idea she had thought up or recording new data she had discovered perhaps a few moments before. She is always looking forward to discovering new, unknown science facts while out exploring, and she hopes that this new job will introduce her to many new secrets yet unknown to her. She is curious, maybe overly so, and finds her passion to be a wish to uncover new facts for the world to see. Though her mental capabilities are strong, Inaya herself is very weak and gets winded very easily. She hates fighting, finding it much easier to talk things out rather than spill blood, and can be very stubborn at times if things don't go her way.

Background:
The daughter of a lower class family, Inaya didn't have an ideal childhood. Though her mind thirsted for knowledge and exploration, she often found herself stuck in her musty room, flipping through pages of a children's book she had read at least five hundred times before while her parents attempted to pick up the remains of their shattering relationship. From a young age Inaya knew she would have a future in science. She simply ate up whatever knowledge she could obtain, and her main motivation to pursue her dreams came from her mother. Her mother, Abalah Nagi Saab, was once a brilliant engineer, but a mistake took place sometime before Inaya was born, and many people were hurt because of it. Whether it was a faulty engine piece or a loose bolt was unknown to Inaya, her mother refused to talk about the mistake that ruined her career. Inaya, instead of prying, used her mother's anguish as inspiration towards her own goals.

Sometime during Inaya's pre-teen years, her parents split. Her father, Moham Saab, was a well-known drunk around their neighborhood, and would often verbally abuse Abalah after coming home from a night of drinking. Inaya was told once that he had been a much better man, but Abalah's mistake cost him his reputation,a nd also made him the only source of income for the house. Inaya was frightened by the thought of having someone you once loved suddenly rear up and hurt you, then leave you. The very idea of it made her shake with fear, so as a result she turned to hiding behind cold faces and embracing her emotionless attitude.

Inaya graduated high school with high marks, and found herself with a good scholarship to one of the better medical schools in the city. She studied hard, rarely finding times for partying, friends, and family, and acquired countless part time jobs to repay her remaining debts. She took up garden-keeping as a hobby, which was the birth of her eventual interest in herbal medicines, and often found herself studying psychology while glances through her medical books. Inaya took many different courses with discovering new things in mind, and one took her out to a military camp, where she was professionally trained by a military nurse and doctor. She took all of her lessons to heart, and left college with many experiences under her belt.

Sadly, Inaya found it difficult to find a stable job. Her name was well known around some of the city, a name that co-mingled with the word 'failure'. The hospitals she came to turned her away with the fear of her accidentally hurting someone like her mother, and in the end she was left with nothing more then a musty office in the middle of downtown and the remaining money from her part time jobs. And with failure looming over her head she huffed out a sigh and whispered to herself,

"Time to get to work."

She built up her office and her name, deciding to settle on a career as a therapist and herbalist for those in need. She first started off helping those for a small fee, just to build up some confidence and publicity before she started charging higher fees to keep herself afloat. She became well known as a decent therapist and an ideal, cheap medicinal herbalist.

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Pokemon

Species: Ralts
Name: Celty
Ability: Telepathy
Moves: Confusion, Growl, Heal Pulse
Dryad
Other: Celty is of bold nature and is a lot more reckless and clumsy than Inaya. He often can be found covered in scratches and bruises after exploring a new place that Inaya had found for them to enjoy together.

Species: Swablu
Name: Qutun
Ability: Natural Cure
Moves: Peck, Mist, Sing, Astonish
Stratocumulus
Other: Qutun is of a Naive nature. She is quite speedy and loves to cuddle up under Inaya's chin.

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"I am merely seeking the truth, you see."

Name: Dani "Gata" Salazar
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Occupation: College Student; Forensics Major; Daycare Assistant

Skills
Gata had always dreamed of being a detective or a forensics scientist, ever since she was young. Books, countless open binders and pages, swarm her mind, with images of crime scenes and bodies plastered among the wordy parchments. She is extremely knowledgeable of the human body and seems to always catch if something is amiss with people around her. While she is no doctor, she is surely well versed in common first aid thanks to her ventures as a daycare assistant, and the one medical sciences class she took in high school. Gata is also in possession of some very keen eyes. Clues rarely fail to slip past her vision, and she always strives to find the truth, no matter the consequences. She is also skilled at caring for children, especially younger ones.

Growing up in a rather harsh Mexican city, Gata has always had to rely on her street smarts to survive. She took quite a few self defense courses in high school and college, and is bilingual, speaking both English and Spanish with relative ease. To this day she still practices slef defense and yoga, making her extremely agile and quick. She loves people, and as such has some decent communication skills. Her way of talking, though normally sweet if she likes you, can easily be swapped, though, if the group is in need of an interrogation. Gata is sharp tongued and scary when she needs to be, and those who don't wish to be cut should stay on her good side.

Flaws
Gata, despite her usually clear and bright mind, is prone to bouts of depression and anxiety. The apocalypse has left her incredibly shaken, and often spends her night sleeplessly staring at the stars or her hands, wondering how she could continue from where she is at. She has extreme break downs in some cases, though she has started to try and control them as of recently. Though she has some self defense training, Gata is extremely poor with firearms and would much rather avoid conflict than actually dive head first into a fight.

Gata has a very intense fear of storms and water and is also unable to swim. A bad experience at the beach are the reason for these phobias. While she is not the weakest girl out there, Gata isn't as strong as she would like, relying more on speed and out thinking her problems than simply pushing through them. Though her mind goes into overdrive in stressful situations, she is easily distracted, and when things don't seem to want to go her way she can become overly stubborn and bratty.

Firearm proficiency: 1, Gata has had little to no experience with firearms.

Weapons:
- Iron-bladed shovel, extremely worn and slightly rusted from age.
- Pocket knife, the blade reads Gata, and looks as though it was poorly engraved years ago.

Equipment:
- A large, dirty canvas bag
- Dozens of old books and journals, some hers and some not.
- A metal canteen, almost empty
- Many pens. Maybe too many.
- A broken watch, normally seen on her left wrist.
- Various trinkets she either found interesting or pretty.
- Fold-able winter coat
- A bloody, wrinkled picture of a class full of students and teachers.

Apparel:
Fourth Outfit

Personality:
Dani "Gata" Salazar is always smiling around other people. She smiles in the worst of situations, and laughs lightly, trying to have other join her cheerfulness as to keep them from despairing. The worst thing to do in a dire situation is to lose hope, and Dani knows this. Hope is the only thing she has left to cling to, and she grasps it tightly, smiling all the way. She finds weakness in getting angry for no reason, or crying, and thus she bottles up her emotions, keeping up her cheery mask as the world burns. As one may guess, this often leads to Gata feeling very drained or stressed, though she never reveals or tired face to anyone. No one should burden her own anxiety but herself, after all. And so, she playfully teases those she is close to, tells light jokes and old stories, and just generally tries to keep everyone's spirits up. Gata often clings to her closer friends, having a strange interest in physical contact, and likes to think of herself as a very maternal character towards them.

As true to her old, student ways, Gata is extremely curious towards things she doesn't know. She thirsts for knowledge and truths, and can often be found studying the many journals or textbooks she manages to find. Gata also keeps quite a few observation journals herself, their pages filled with details of the apocalypse and the creatures that roam the empty streets. She is somewhat sly to those she doesn't entirely trust, and can sometimes come off as a bit stand off-ish and blunt to strangers if they don't interest/feel safe to her,. Due to her severe stress and depression, Gata is prone to episodes of insomnia, and can often be found writing or reading when she can't sleep. Though she has managed to keep her break downs under control recently, sometimes the stress can get to be too much for the woman, and she will simply "shut down", curling away into a far corner where hopefully no one would find her until she feels better.

In emergency situations, Gata, through her aching head and beating heart, always tries to keep her eyes peeled for solutions and clues. Her ambitions to be a detective have never seemed to leave her mind, and with those wishes in mind she will always try to seek the truth,and the way to safety. Those who treat her badly, or those who threaten her or her friends will most likely catch a glimpse of "Interrogator Gata", the Gata with harsh eyes and cat-like grin. The Gata who's words cut like knives and who's hands seem to shake with a hidden rage. With that Gata in mind, do try to keep on her cheerful side. While she will never, ever take one's life without reason, it is best to be safe than sorry, right?

Backstory:
Dani Salazar was born and raised in Tamaulipas, Mexico, a sea side city that wasn't exactly known for having welcoming locals. Living in a small home with her useless mother, Luisa, and a tabby cat named Cielo, Dani hoped from a young age to escape the city and live in America, hopefully safe from the bullies that normally threaten her life. She also gained an interest in science and detective stories at a young age, which must be the key to her love for forensics in the future. While living in Tamaulipas, Dani often found herself getting sucked into local junior gangs by mistake, though not for the reasons you may think. They paid her, actually, to run errands and send messages, and though the jobs themselves may be somewhat fatal towards her life Dani never did like to turn down cash.

In high school, she started becoming a bit more defensive around other people, taking classes to ensure her safety all while studying twice as hard with a hope of getting into a decent college far, far away from this god awful town. Time passes, and she manages to secure a scholarship to New Mexico's State University. She waved goodbye to Mexico at the age eighteen, and hopes to never look back at that awful city behind her.

Las Cruces, the main campus at NMSU, was where she spent most her time. Dani studied her brains out, working twice as hard as students usually did, and was awarded with decent test scores and knowledge that filled her brain with bliss and her heart with pride. She found work at an old, homely day care, looking after darling children during her off days from school. The pay was great, and her co-workers were all so friendly and kind, it felt as though she had left all her worries behind in that damned city. It felt as though she was finally where she belonged.

And then everything crumpled around her. The panic started during her afternoon shift at the daycare. It happened quickly, too quickly even. She had failed to notice the thing that had staggered in, thinking it to be just one of her co-workers, but when it suddenly sprung onto a child all Hell broke loose. The door, they always left the front door open, that was the first thing Dani thought of, and her eyes traced the gleaming door way, watching in horror as two more of those things entered, attracted to the screams of the injured child beneath the first monster. She moved slowly, stunned by the sight of blood, and then quickly ran over to tear the odd being away from the first child, her breathing labored as she saw that the screams had stopped and the boy was still and quiet. Dead.

Her co-worker, a stout woman with curly hair and dark skin, started screaming at the children, telling them to get into the teacher's office, but even her cries are cut off by the second monster's teeth digging into her shoulder. Dani slowly pulled her eyes away from the dead child at her feet to stare at her co-worker, and then with sudden ambition she continued calling the children towards the office, guiding them around the carnage until the remaining seven toddlers and herself were safe behind a rattling door. She found herself unable to stand after that, her mind clouded with after images and her mouth a gap with empty air. The children were sobbing, screaming, just riling up the monsters outside the door, and Dani found herself unable to calm them. She was just. . . Useless.

Two hours later and the door wasn't about to hold anymore. Dani had managed to gain some control of herself, and after calming the children slightly she began leading them towards the very large windows to the east side of the room. The windows slid open with ease, and one by one Dani lifted the children over the sill and onto the green grass outside. The door shattered after the fourth child escaped, and Dani, feeling rushed, simply tucked the remaining children under her arms and booked it.

They didn't get far, who would have expected them too? Without a plan, or even the slightest idea off what the hell was happening, the group of children were picked off one by one. Ripped right from Dani's grasp, screaming in pain as the monster devoured them. By the time they reached any other non-zombie citizens, only Dani and two children were left. Scarred beyond belief and shaking like mad, Dani was thankful to see other breathing people, and the folks quickly took in the three remaining daycare attendees, giving them a safe place to stay for a few moments, water, and plans.

The family of four Dani had stumbled upon were all planning to head out of the city, far from the carnage that filled the streets. They all assumed that open fields would be safer than crowded towns, and after gathering up supplies and sharing names, the group of seven all crowded into a white mini-van and drove.

They survived well for the first few weeks, though good luck never seemed to last around Dani, and very soon she was all alone. The entire group had been slaughtered by bandits, bandits that simply wanted their car, and Dani barely escaped with her life. She took refuge in an abandoned cemetery, and wallowed in guilt and fear for what felt like millenniums. She wandered the rotting house that stood among the stone tablets, too terrified to move passed the gates of the cemetery, finding books and notebooks to fill her time, and eventually a buzzing radio. Whispers would sometimes emanate from the black box, speaking of survivors and a place called Haven. The name itself gave her a bit of hope, and that alone was enough to inspire her once again. Dani took whatever she could find from the cemetery house, and with new ambition set off towards Haven, hoping to find safety among other survivors, and sanity among living minds.

Other:
- "Gata" means 'Cat' in Spanish (feminine). Dani acquired this nickname in her teenage years from a close friend, who often related her to a "quick, sly kitty cat".
-She's bisexual as hell.

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For: Camp Liberty

Ollie

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“Astronomy? Impossible to understand and madness to investigate.”
-Sophocles

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T H E B A S I C S

|Name|

Oliver Abana Keller

|Nickname|

Ollie

|Birth Date|

January 21st, 1997

|Age|

18

|Gender|

Gender-fluid, though uses She/Her pronouns

|Sexuality|

Asexual Homoromantic

|Sexually Active|

No

|Relationship Status|

Single

|Role|

Member of Team Gray

|Team Color|

Gray

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A P P E A R A N C E

|In Depth Appearance|

Ollie is a person of delicacy. Though she often enhances her height with various heels and platform shoes, Ollie cannot hide that she stands at a mere 5'3" and weighs only about one hundred and ten pounds. She's thin in the petite kind of way, mostly due to her constant forgetfulness when it comes to eating, and moves around on silent feet in a way that only spirits could imitate. Her skin is soft and darker than most, though she is much paler than her fully African-american mother. She has seemingly claimed many of her dad's features, including her lighter skin tone and green eyes.

Ollie is pretty, with a gentle, rounded face, large lips, and doe-like green eyes. Though she often hides behind her big, iridescent glasses, Ollie constantly covers her face in makeup. She favors odd-colored lipsticks and eye liners, and looks more fairy than human without her glasses at times. Ollie's hair usually hangs messily just above her shoulders, and often curls furiously if not tamed in time. It is a pale green-blue in color, and damaged heavily from constant dying and bleaching. She has bad posture due to her uncomfortable sitting positions and lacks any real "presence" when around other people, making her hard to pick out from a crowd.

|Clothing Style|

As true to her rather occult-personality, Oliver normally dresses in various odd outfits. Striped pastel shirts and ripped jeans, chokers and long black skirts, crop tops and humongous sunhats. She'll wear anything she thinks looks cool, even if it is far from it. Her favorite outfits usually involve graphic teas with stars or aliens on them. Her favorite accessory is her alien choker.

|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|

Ollie has many scrapes and bruises from trekking about looking for the perfect star-gazing spot. Her thighs are covered in many old scars from back in her middle school years, and she has a notable white birthmark on her right shoulder. Ollie's ears are studded, and the cartilage of her right ear is pierced. As for tattoos, she has a UFO tat on her left collar bone and a rather large star map running across her back. Both were done in white ink.

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G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E

|Likes & Dislikes|

✔Astronomy
✔Astrology
✔Sci-fi anything
✔Reading (especially manga and comic books)
✔Dark places and nighttime
✔Competition
✔Conspiracies!
✘Summer days
✘Fire and heat in general
✘Crowded, loud places (and people in general)
✘Dogs
✘Most flying insects, save for fireflies
✘Rom-com movies and shows
✘Overexerting herself without reason

|Hobbies|

★彡Studying astronomy and astrology, and can often be found star gazing.
★彡Drawing, mostly star maps and things from nature. She hates showing off her art work.
★彡Reading, anything and everything. Ollie craves language and words almost as much as she craves the night sky.

|Habits|

★彡Picking at scabs or scars. She often reopens wounds without realizing it.
★彡Accidentally (or not) staring at groups of people, perhaps observing them for future reference.
★彡Tapping her foot or shaking her legs, normally happens when nervous or bored.

|Fears|

☠Fire is one of Ollie's greatest fears, and she will almost always flinch away from an open flame.
☠Being completely alone in a very large crowd. Being surrounded by faces and yet having no one to cling to.
☠Being alone in general. Ollie hates being left out and cast aside, and loneliness makes her quake with panic.
☠Dogs. They're loud and have huge teeth. No thank you.

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D E L V I N G D E E P E R

|Personality|

♦ Quiet ♦ Observant ♦ Studious ♦ Curious ♦

Ollie is an odd one through and through. From her appearance to her interests, she seems just otherworldly and down right strange. Her lack of presence and silent way of moving seems to shroud her with a sense of calmness and mystery, though she doesn't consider herself to be either of these things. Ollie is intelligent, one who always assesses a situation before diving in, and can often be found studying some kind of book. She enjoys knowing things, especially about other people, and can often be found observing people and places. When conversing she is blunt and slow-sounding, and the very act of talking to another human tires her out. Ollie has trouble making and keeping friends due to her introverted nature, but once she has someone who likes to be around her she will cling to them and never let go, until they start trying to get away, of course.

Plagued by loneliness and fear (and intense interest) of the unknown, Oliver often finds herself struggling with her interests and intense phobias. On one hand, she loves being alone and staring at the stars above, on the other she is often so scared of the silence around her that she can barely move. Due to this very same condition, Ollie often finds herself searching for affection in the worst places, and due to this those from her neighborhood spread many rumors and call her many foul things, whore and slut included (though the very thought of sex repulses her). She has since become immune to insults, however, opting to simply bottle up her anger and sadness and instead put forth an air of boredom. This alone is enough to hide most of her emotions, and makes her appear more robotic than human at times.

Other than that, she is an occult nerd by choice. She surrounds herself in sci-fi shows and books, and collects countless oddities like gemstones and broken glass. Space is her true passion, if one were to get her going about astronomy then it would be nearly impossible to get her to stop. One may often find her staring at the sky, or sketching star maps while surrounded by nature. Ollie finds true peace in the supernatural, and as such will search for anything that fits her description just for its calming value to her.

|Place of Origin|

Portland, Oregon

|History|

Wind chimes and crystals. Mason jars and freshly baked donuts. These were the objects of Oliver Keller's childhood. Her parents, Iain and Aban Keller were spiritualists at heart, and from birth Ollie can remember the smell of cleansing incense and the touch of ragged crystals. An old altar sat above their stove, and a black cat swam across the five roomed house cautiously. It was the house of witches, some would call it, the house where odd things went down, but that wasn't true. None of the rumors were true. It was merely a very little, very odd place, filled with very odd people and things. It was what Oliver considers to be the root of all her interests.

All those candles and incense weren't so good in the end, however, as at the age of nine Oliver woke up to a house full of black, smelly smoke. A fire had sprung from the kitchen, and had nearly locked the young Ollie in her room if not for her courageous father who ran in to pull her from the burning home. The house did not burn down, but Mr. And Mrs. Keller did not have enough money saved for repairs, and so they moved into an older, ragged apartment in downtown Portland. Oliver's fear of flames spurred from that tragedy.

Oliver suffered minor teasing in elementary school, but it escalated in middle school, which is when she became very vocal about her interests. People enjoyed tearing down the little girl with big glasses, and soon the loud Ollie began to silence herself with slashes across the thigh and heavy books. She hid away within herself, and stayed that way up until high school.

Surrounded by high walls and with a library full of new books to look in to, Oliver found herself to be a bit more comfortable in high school. She could separate herself from those who tried to harm her and focus on her hobbies. Her parents were rather worried for their child's lack of socializing, however, and at the age of sixteen they sent Ollie off to summer camp in California.

Needless to say, she hated it at first, but the nights out in the hot wilderness were more beautiful than she could ever imagine. And so, every year since then Ollie has asked her parents to send her back. The competition between the teams, though at times idiotic, fired her up surprisingly, and Ollie made her place in the Gray Team within a few visits to the camp.

|Extra|

Her favorite thing about summer would be the night sky, obviously.

A small, star-shaped music box can always be found on her. It was a present from her late grandmother and places a gentle, soothing, otherworldly melody.

|Theme Song|
Sea of Voices – Porter Robinson
_{”We'll see creation come undone.
These bones that bound us will be gone.”}

King

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“A champion is afraid of losing. Everyone else is afraid of winning.”
-Billie Jean King

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T H E B A S I C S

|Name|

Richard Shannon King

|Nickname|

Most call him King, though he'll go by anything other than Shannon.

|Birth Date|

August 23rd, 1997

|Age|

18

|Gender|

Male

|Sexuality|

Bisexual

|Sexually Active|

Yes

|Relationship Status|

Single

|Role|

Member of Team Blue

|Team Color|

Blue ba-by!

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A P P E A R A N C E

|In Depth Appearance|

With a well sculpted face, glittering eyes, and wild hair, it's easy to see that King has no issue getting what he wants. Born to a Scottish father and English Mother, his heritage burns brightly through his fiery red hair and freckled cheeks. King can often be found admiring himself in the mirror, and why shouldn't he, right? He has a pretty face and a nice, healthy body. He was an ideal for the common American teenager now a days! Of course, a body like his was hard to keep up, but King never skimped out at the gym and despite his carnivorous appearance, his mother's vegetarian life style had cleanly rubbed off on him.

King is tall, standing at a neat 6'4", and weighs nearly one hundred and ninety pounds. His skin is pale and heavily freckles, and thanks to this he is in constant need of sun screen and lotion due to the awful California sun. King can often be found exercising or messing around, and he has a very rich and loud way of laughing and speaking.

|Clothing Style|

Graphic tees, flannel, and ripped jeans are the norm for Richard King. He dresses comfortably, but often takes time to plan outfits and see which fit him the best. Narcissism runs in his blood, and as such he takes care in his appearance, even for the most minimalist of occasions. His favorite outer wear would probably be his black leather jacket, and an old, ragged leather bracelet can be seen on his left wrist at all times.

|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|

King has a scar running up his left bicep, and his left ear is pierced. He rarely talks about his scar, and if pointed out he will quickly change topics or tell a blatant lie.

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G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E

|Likes & Dislikes|

✔Team spirit!
✔Music, especially rock, rap, and indie
✔Competition in all aspects
✔Partying
✔Flirting, he's a master of the art
✔Alcohol and smoking (without mummy's permission)
✔Animals, dogs especially
✘Spiders
✘Complete darkness
✘Losing
✘Every team other than his own
✘Wishy-washy people
✘Thunder storms, especially when the power goes out
✘His parents

|Hobbies|

♞ Flirting. King is a master of making people fall for him, or, that's what he claims at least.
♞ Playing and writing music. He plays guitar, harp, flute, and bass.
♞ Soccer. His parents signed him up years ago and he hasn't quit since.
♞ Flower stamping. It's his guilty pleasure.

|Habits|

♞ Biting his lip to the point of breaking skin.
♞ Picking fights, even if he isn't trying to.
♞ Tapping his foot, especially when writing music.

|Fears|

☠Thunder storms. They're much too loud and powerful.
☠All things that are creepy crawlers, especially spiders.
☠His parents. They're strict and could tear him apart easily.

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D E L V I N G D E E P E R

|Personality|

♦ Cunning ♦ Spiteful ♦ Aggressive ♦ Flirty ♦

King is the true being of a member of Team Blue. From his heated, aggressive way of competing, to his asshole-ish attempts at conversing with those he deems "unworthy", he truly does act like he is the Queen (KING) Bee of the camp. Obviously, this leads to King being a rather big bully. He often picks fights without realizing it, and is quick to insult those who won't give him the time of day. His spiteful and aggressive nature was simply grown from the root of his insecurities, however. There are times when King will sit in silence and consider his words from the passed day, and he will shake his head and put himself down for being such a screw up. He just wants to be seen and heard in the end, and his mind will do whatever it takes to achieve the recognition he thinks he deserves.

Despite his appearance, King is surprisingly smart, though in a way different from your usual brainiac. He is cunning and sly like a fox, and thinks well on his feet. Though his real strength lies in athletics, he is not dumb enough to simply run in without thinking. He plans accordingly to the scene at hand and THEN rushes in with full force.

Other then all that, King is a shameless flirt and boozer, one who would gladly throw his arm around a suitor and talk them into a bed. He is proud of his conversation skills, and flaunts his flirtatious nature as much as he can. He is also a shameless narcissist and can often be found fixing his appearance after a big game.

|Place of Origin|

Beverley Hills, California

|History|

The houses of Beverly Hills are his first memory. The glowing palaces that teemed with life and sparkling pools. Richard's own house was much grander than most, as it sat on the top of a very large hill and shown more brighter than the moon at night. It his was marble palace, his home base, his party center and his comfort zone. The only issue within that big house of his would be his parents. Sophia and Charles King. Even at a young age they governed his life, told him what to do and what not to do. They were overbearing, but not in a loving way. Richard was forced into about five different sports by the time he was ten, and at least twelve hobbies filled his room with things he could care less for.

Basically, Richard was spoiled to the point of no return, and in turn forced to follow his parents' every whim. This was what drove him to reach for things that would otherwise be banned for him in his house, and this was also the cause of his intense need to win. His parents would never value him if he lost. No one would, right?

Camp Liberty was just another activity to sign their son up for. He first went to the sleep-away camp when he was about fourteen, and he's been obsessed with it ever since.

|Extra|

His favorite thing about summer? The three Bs! Beaches, babes, and booze!

|Theme Song|

Summer Shandy – The Front Bottoms
_{”And in this moment,
I was pretty pleased with the person I was pretending to be”}

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For: Upper East Side

Celine

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“Though she be but little, she is fierce.”
-Shakespeare

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T H E B A S I C S

|Name|

Celine Sima Everhart

|Nickname|

Celly, Cell, Cells - honestly Celine has countless nicknames from her friends and family. Ambrose often comes up with most of them, though. One of her favorite nicknames was coined by her grandmother, though; 'Celty'.

|Birth Date|

12/21/97

|Age|

18

|Gender|

Female

|Sexuality|

Sapiosexual

|Sexually Active|

No

|Relationship Status|

Single

|Role|

The Class President

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A P P E A R A N C E

|In Depth Appearance|

Angular and yet delicate, Celine is a rather plain looking girl with eyes that seem to shine like silver. She is of average height, standing a bit over 5'6", and seems to have barely filled out since childhood. She boasts a slender body with no notable curves, and moves gracefully as a dancer should be. Her skin is mostly clear and pale, though there are some scars left behind from childhood scrapes on her knees and elbows. Celine has an strong jaw, much like her brother, though it is matched with a gentle face and intelligent gray eyes.

Due to her high class upbringing, Celine is blessed with very good posture and an extremely serious resting-expression. Her presence is imposing despite her meager appearance, and she walks with a high head despite her constant worries. Celine rarely wears expressive makeup, and normally sticks to nude colors and mascara only. Despite her initial; slender frame, Celine is surprisingly fit and flexible from years of gymnastics and dance.

|Clothing Style|

Celine dresses comfortably, but due to her parents, incredibly professionally. Sweaters and skirts are her usual go-to outfit, and she has an intense love for small, casual dresses and ankle boots. She will at times be seen wearing rather gaudy outfits, but this is usually when she has an important interview, or when she is visiting her parents.

|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|

Countless tiny scars from falling down while playing in her youth. Also has a tramp stamp that almost no one seems to know about besides some past friends.

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G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E

|Likes & Dislikes|

✔ Reading and writing - loves to proofread things as well.
✔ Music (mostly classical, hip-hop, and rap)
✔ Science - especially biology and chemistry
✔ Photography
✔ Cats - she feeds the neighbor kitties whenever she can
✔ Adrenaline inducing feats (ex. heights, roller coasters, ect.)
✔ Her brother
✘ Mirrors
✘ Spicy foods, mostly curry
✘ Her parents
✘ Being left alone or being ignored
✘ Dogs
✘ People who complain about work or school
✘ Dance

|Hobbies|

✏ Writing stories and poetry, as well as song lyrics.
✏ Reading, anything and everything! Celine even has fun studying.
✏ Photography - she loves taking pictures of the city.
✏ Dancing. Though she doesn't really enjoy it, it's a hobby nonetheless.

|Habits|

✂ Chewing on her pencils and pens.
✂ Tapping her finger when thinking, normally to her chin or desk.
✂ Glaring off into space when she doesn't even mean it.

|Fears|

☠ Failure - Celine shudders at the thought of failing from her parents pressure in the past.
☠ Abandonment, the thought of being left behind hurts her. Badly.
☠ Being alone or ignored, as it had happened in middle school. Silence drives her mad.
☠ Losing her brother in some way shape or form - she simply can't imagine life without him.

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D E L V I N G D E E P E R

|Personality|

♦ Honest ♦ Intelligent ♦ Passionate ♦ Self-loathing ♦

Though at first glance Celine is a normal, plain-looking honors student, those around her in the classroom and at home will realize she is quite the leader. With her passionate presence and bright mind, she strives to make the best choices for herself and those she leads as student president. Her goals are set high, and she often spends most of her time reaching for them rather then resting or relaxing. Celine is a hard worker, and often spends most of her time working or studying or practicing, and she is constantly relying too much on herself. With this in mind, most may see her as a lone wolf who works alone, though she is anything but introvert. She loves to talk to people and make friends, and while she isn't a social butterfly she knows her words and how to make friends. Though, she is honest to a fault at times, and may be a bit naive when it comes to meeting new people.

Despite her general wish to be the best she can be, Celine suffers from a slight panic disorder and has a complex against herself. She blames herself for Ambrose's childhood, often saying that if she wasn't born then their parents wouldn't have to compare them. Celine believes she is a despicable person, and as such avoids mirrors and photos as much as possible. When those ask about her general disdain for looking at herself, she simply says that she has no need to view herself at any point in time and then promptly changes the subject. As for the panic disorder, well, when she is overly stress or nervous she often suffers from panic attacks. Having a weak constitution she often gets very sick very easily, and often stays home due to intense colds or migraines.

|Place of Origin|

New York City, New York

|History|

Celine was the golden child, the 'better sibling', the one who would go on to do great things. Those were just a few of the things her parents would say, all while little Ambrose would look on, ignored and lonely. She would watch him in school, quietly ignoring the bullying he suffered, and she would quietly cry tears for her older brother at night as she clung to another book her parents gave her. Celine grew up with a schedule full of classes and practices. Math tutor at one, dance at two, flute practice at three, all those classes she could still remember by number and name, poured from her hands and filled her mind with the knowledge that most twelve-year-olds couldn't even comprehend. And it was stressful. The panic attacks set in around the age of thirteen, and she was diagnosed with a panic disorder in the same year.

By that time the twins were in middle school, and Celine went through that year in high honors, though she was often home sick with stress fevers and stomach aches. The teachers adored her nonetheless, but she felt a bit awkward around them due to their distaste of her brother, who she had started to consider her best friend. And as Ace's rebellious childhood grew into teenage angst and drama, Celine continued on with her academic path, as her parents so wished.

Ah yes, her parents. They controlled her every move in her preteen life, and her face became well known around the family's business as she was often brought to executive parties for her folks to show off. She felt more like a doll then a person as her mother dressed her in gleaming gowns and curled her long hair so delicately. Celine felt suffocated at these events, and eventually, at the age of fourteen she cut off all her hair and put her foot down. A few weeks later, she and her twin brother were sent off to live in a penthouse so that they would be closer to school.

And farther away from the bloodline.

Celine's high school experience has been something to be proud of. She worked hard in the student council, using her obtained charisma and passion as a key to her winning the class presidential election in the end of her junior year. She has been healthy recently, but as college application deadlines grow closer her stress levels have begun to rise higher then usual.

|Extra|

Has a lovely little inhaler for when she has trouble breathing.
^{Favorite Subject? English or art!}

|Theme Song|
Youth – Daughter
_{”We are the reckless
We are the wild youth
Chasing visions of our futures
One day we'll reveal the truth”}

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U P P E R E A S T S I D E

|Family|

Ambrose - Celine adores Ace. She would do anything for her older brother, and she loves him regardless of his awful work ethnic and general disdain for school and 'the system'. Though Celine often finds his over-protectiveness to be a bit crazy at times, she appreciates his efforts to care for her. She will often try to help him study, and can get quite stern with him when he comes home after doing something dangerous or stupid, but in the end it's all out of love.

Mother and Father - Evangeline and Bruce Everhart, Eva is a CEO for a major fashion industry and Bruce is the Chancellor of a large university. They haven't been keeping in touch,, and Celine couldn't be more at peace with that thought. After the hair-cutting incident, they seem to have become uninterested in her current life style, and their general workaholic life styles seemed to have finally swallowed them up whole. Celine is fine with the distance they have now, and is looking forward to a future completely away from their influences.

Grandmother and Grandfather - Celine loves her grandparents. Though she can't relate to them as much as her brother can. Grandma often doted on the two of them, and Celine loves to hear her stories of the past, and Grandpa often complimented how hard Celine worked to get to where she was. She couldn't imagine her life without them, and she quietly prays to them everyday as a sign of thanks for their influence on Ace.

|House|

The penthouse that Celine and Ambrose share is made up of three separate units combined and had been pre-furnished by their parents before they moved in. Celine spends most of her time in the small library or on the balcony.

|Social Status|

High Class

|Transportation|

Celine does not drive, instead walks everywhere or has Ace drive her around.

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For: The Mundane

Scout Presley

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“Everybody ignores me...”
-Scout

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The Basics

|Name|

Silvia Presley. She has vowed to kill anyone who dares to call her Silvia, sadly.

|Nickname|

Scout, a name coined by an old friend group which simply grew on her.

|Birth Date|

03/21/98

|Age|

17

|Gender|

Female

|Sexuality|

Bisexual

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In The Mirror

|In Depth Appearance|

Though Scout is nothing more thean "scum" to most who live in Verona, it is hard to deny her almost otherworldly appearance. Wild blonde hair frames a pretty, if not a bit young-looking face, and gleaming blue eyes gaze defiantly into those who dare oppress her. Pale skin reveals countless freckles across her body, and rough callouses cover her hands and feet from constant fighting. She stands at around 5'6" in height, and weighs a bit over one hundred and thirty pounds. Her angular face is often dotted with scars or bruises, and she can most likely be found pouting when not out and about freely.

Scout's presence, much to her own dismay, is a lacking one, making her very hard to pick out in a crowd most of the time. She walks with a slight slouch, and typically glares at those she does not consider a friend, especially adults. She is overall a very peculiar-appearing girl, and most take caution when approaching her.

Scout's outfits usually depend on the season, but she is a very big fan of layers. She loves sweaters and jeans, and has an interest in knit clothing and hats. She has countless old, worn shoes and boots, and can often be found wearing an old, ratty sweatshirt in the warmer months.

|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|

Old scars dot her arms and legs from past fights with her family and the public of Verona. She has a variety of cigar burn-marks on her back, and quite a few old, self-inflicted lines on her thighs. Both of her ears are pierced on the lobes, and she has an old lip piercing that has finally begun to close up. No tattoos.

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Getting to Know Me

|Likes & Dislikes|

✔ Freedom
✔ Winter time - especially when it snows
✔ Reading and writing
✔ Attention
✔ Crowds - The more people around the easiest it is to slip away
✔ Money
✔ Partying
✔ Graffiti art - both viewing and doing
✘ Drugs and drug users
✘ Bullies
✘ Authority in general
✘ Her parents
✘ Being tied down
✘ Being ignored
✘ Cats
✘ Detention centers

|Hobbies|

Writing || Petty Theft || Graffiti Art

|Habits|

Tapping foot when nervous || Playing with her hair || Picking at scabs

|Fears|

☠ Being completely forgotten or ignored.
☠ Being abandoned.
☠ Ending up like her parents.
☠ Cats, mostly due to a childhood accident.

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Delving Deeper

|Personality|

♦ Rebellious ♦ Observant ♦ Selfish ♦ Loyal ♦

Scout is a girl who was once innocent, pure and good. A girl tainted by her family and general bad luck, who eventually bloomed into the rotten apple she is today. In public, she is loud and rebellious, doing stupid acts with friends in order to gain some kind of reaction from the people of Verona, but most of the time her pranks fall flat and she is left feeling ignored and stupid. She is a girl of many lawless skills, including pick-pocketing and shoplifting. Though she is rarely caught, most know of her devilish act and try their best to avoid her, but due to her overall lack of presence Scout is hard to detect until it is too late. Thanks to her father's exploits of her "income" Scout has developed a selfish streak, and has difficulty sharing even with close friends. She is extremely frugal in this sense as well, and rarely spends her money unless she really needs to.

Scout, in general, is a laid-back, calm girl. She takes life slowly, appreciating each moment she can, all while watching the busy people around her scurry around hopelessly. Scout often finds herself unable to relate to others, and as such she has trouble truly connecting with others and making friends. Those few friends she does have, though, are extremely cherished and held close. Scout loves people, maybe even to a fault, and tries her best to make and keep friends whenever she can (IF she can). To her loved ones she is loyal and protective, often throwing herself in the way of danger if it were to protect someone she cares about. Scout's overall cynicism and general outward appearance seem to end up chasing most friends away, however, and due to this she is currently trying to better herself.

On the streets Scout is smart, and always tries to stay one step ahead of those around her. She knows Verona like the back of her hand, and her observant nature grants her the power of knowing about almost everyone who crosses her path (it is a small town, after all). Though she tries her bets to appear grinning and cheerful at all times, Scout is truly hurt from her family life and craves attention like it was a past addiction. She realizes her habits are wrong, but her ideology is usually "it's too late to change now", and with that thought in mind she will continue to wander through her life like a bandit, stealing for food and fighting for sport.

|History|

Born in Seattle, Washington, the Presley family moved up to Verona when Scout was a mere toddler. By then the family was relatively happy, no pain had claimed their lives yet. Charles was a hard-working sales man, and Jen worked from home most of the time while caring for Scout. This kind of life remained for a good six years, and then everything took a turn for the worst. Charles, after the death of his mother, turned to booze and girls to cure his wounds, and Jennifer only found out about her husband's dishonesty a year later. By then the wounds were made, and Jen turned back to the drugs she had left behind years ago to curb her rage. Scout was left awash within the turmoil of her house, only seven at the time, and very soon the young girl turned towards the streets of Verona for peace and quiet.

Scout became some what of a street rat at about the age of ten, joining in with all the "bad kids" from school as a way to keep herself from coming home too soon. She made her first tag at about eleven, and began pick-pocketing a few months later due to some peer influence. Though the police caught her the first dozen times she stole, Scout started to train herself to outrun or fight those she considered a threat to her freedom. As the young girl grew within the small town of Verona, her reputation did as well, and she eventually became a known delinquent to the store owners and families of Verona.

At the age of sixteen Scout tries her best to cut all ties from her family without leaving the apartment, opting to bar off her room rather than simply move out. The two dead-beats didn't seem to notice or care, however, and very soon her thirst for attention and praise began to stir.

Yesterday's eclipse had left her with an awful migraine, and with no knowledge of her powers, she continues on with her every day life as if nothing were wrong.

|Family|

Scout's parents are general low-lives, and are well known around town for their unhealthy tendencies. The family of three live in an apartment above an old antique store which is owned by a close family friend. Scout herself has completely barred her parents from her room by pushing a dresser in front of the door, and she rarely enters the rest of her home due to her great disdain for the two. Her generally entry point is through the fire escape, and though she tries to act civil with her folks they simply ignore her, as if she didn't exist.

- Jennifer Hudger Presley is a relapsing drug-addict and workaholic who is barely home, as she spends most of her days either working in her dull office job in the center of town or shooting up with the local addicts in the park. Jen rarely looks her daughter in the eyes now a days, and has just opted to ignoring her as a way of coping with the fact that her daughter might end up like her.

- Charles Kyle Presley, is a dead-beat, abusive father who relies solely on his wife's income and his daughter's thefts. He is an alcoholic, lazy old man with a tendency for sleeping all day and night. He too has been ignoring Scout for a few years now, only speaking directly to her when in need of cash or something he is too lazy to receive.

- Ella Kims is the owner of the antique shop below the apartment and a close friend of Jen, though they have recently had a falling out due to the relapse. She treats Scout like her own daughter at times and seems to be the only one that Scout actually reaches out to in times of dire stress. Ella is a hard working and eccentric woman, with a harsh tongue and mischievous eyes. She is one of the only reasons why Scout is attending school.

|Theme Song|

Golden - Fall Out Boy
_{”And I saw God cry in the reflection of my enemies
And all the lovers with no time for me
And all of the mothers raise their babies
To stay away from me ”}

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My Superpower

|Power|

Force-Field Generation and Manipulation

|Power Description|

The ability to project powerful fields of manipulated energy.

|Abilities|

After the odd eclipse, Scout gained the ability to form and manipulate force fields. With this power, she will be able to create shields to defend herself and her friends from any danger that comes there way. Though she is unskilled now, Scout will soon be able to move the shields around and strengthen them in both size and power. The fields themselves work as a solid type of matter on both sides, and appear as a pale, translucent blue sheen across the air. While Scout will usually spawn a mere wall across an open area, if she so happened to form a closed bubble or cube then those within will have a few moments of breathable air as the force fields are all airtight. They are mostly used to absorb and deflect attacks, but after training/getting used to her abilities Scout will also be able to use it offensively by forming fields around her fists and using them as an added weight to her punches.

|Drawbacks/Weaknesses|

- Concentration is required. Even if a shield is spawned by mere stress, it will fade within a few moments if Scout does not focus all her energy into it.
- If Scout is distracted or under intense stress she may be unable to throw up a field, or she may even trap herself in one until she calms down.
- Due to her being a new field-maker, her shields are weak and can be broken with enough force. Five-six shots from a police pistol could knock down a medium sized.
- If she over uses her power she gets intense migraines and bodily pains.
- As a result of her using her powers, Scout's skin is unusually charged and most who touch her get a small shock.
- Shields are airtight when enclosed and those within have a limited amount of oxygen within the bubble.

King (rewritten)

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“A champion is afraid of losing. Everyone else is afraid of winning.”
-Billie Jean King

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The Basics

|Name|

Richard Shannon King

|Nickname|

Most call him King, though he'll go by anything other than Shannon.

|Birth Date|

07/23/97

|Age|

18

|Gender|

Male

|Sexuality|

Bisexual

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In The Mirror

|In Depth Appearance|

With a well sculpted face, glittering eyes, and wild hair, it's easy to see that King has no issue getting what he wants. Born to a Scottish father and English Mother, his heritage burns brightly through his easily tousled dirty blonde hair and freckled cheeks. King can often be found admiring himself in the mirror, and why shouldn't he, right? He has a pretty face and a nice, healthy body. He was an ideal for the common American teenager now a days! Of course, a body like his was hard to keep up, but King never skimped out at the gym and despite his carnivorous appearance, his mother's vegetarian life style had cleanly rubbed off on him.

King is tall, standing at a neat 6'1", and weighs nearly one hundred and ninety pounds. His skin is pale and heavily freckles, and thanks to this he is in constant need of sun screen and lotion due to the awful summer sun. King can often be found exercising or messing around, and he has a very rich and loud way of laughing and speaking.

Graphic tees, flannel, and ripped jeans are the norm for Richard King. He dresses comfortably, but often takes time to plan outfits and see which fit him the best. Narcissism runs in his blood, and as such he takes care in his appearance, even for the most minimalist of occasions. His favorite outer wear would probably be his black leather jacket, and an old, ragged leather bracelet can be seen on his left wrist at all times.

|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|

King has a scar running up his left bicep, and his left ear is pierced. He rarely talks about his scar, and if pointed out he will quickly change topics or tell a blatant lie. His lower back and thighs are often covered in odd bruises and cuts, and if seen he simply says they were injuries from fights.

♥ ♦ ♣

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Getting to Know Me

|Likes & Dislikes|

✔Nature
✔Music, especially rock, rap, and indie
✔Competition in all aspects
✔Partying
✔Flirting, he's a master of the art
✔Alcohol and smoking (without mummy's permission)
✔Animals, dogs especially
✘Crowds
✘Complete darkness
✘Losing
✘Showing intense emotions
✘Wishy-washy people
✘Thunder storms, especially when the power goes out
✘His parents

|Hobbies|

♞ Flirting. King is a master of making people fall for him, or, that's what he claims at least.
♞ Playing and writing music. He plays guitar, harp, and bass.
♞ Soccer. His parents signed him up years ago and he hasn't quit since.
♞ Flower stamping. It's his guilty pleasure.

|Habits|

♞ Biting his lip to the point of breaking skin.
♞ Picking fights, even if he isn't trying to.
♞ Tapping his foot, especially when writing music.

|Fears|

☠Thunder storms. They're much too loud and powerful.
☠All things that are creepy crawlers, especially spiders.
☠His parents. They're strict and could tear him apart easily.

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Delving Deeper

|Personality|

♦ Cunning ♦ Spiteful ♦ Aggressive ♦ Flirty ♦

King is as cliched as bullies come at first glance. Known to be an aggressive, beer-fueled and attention-seeking machine, he often struts around the streets of Verona with a face that just seems to scream "asshole". He is a shameless flirt, one who finds joy in seeing others squirm in pleasure, and due to this practice he has become a rather gifted communicator. Before receiving his gift, King considered himself to be bad at reading people. He never really got emotions, whether they were his own or someone else's, and due to this he often failed at taking others into consideration. King is honest to a fault and blunt as hell, especially when speaking to someone he loathes, though his rude (and often exaggerated) remarks are toned down in the presence of friends. He is needlessly spiteful, and can hold a grudge to the end of time if he so wishes. This trait was adopted by his pig-headed father, who is also the source of King's most deep rooted insecurities and fears.

Though King tries his best to appear strong and in control at all times, he is quite easily broken down by mentions of his home life or his hidden fears. King tries his best to bottle up him emotions, thinking that he'd be stronger if he showed nothing but a cocky smile and stormy eyes, but in the end he simply causes himself great mental strain. When in social situations, King tries his best to appear charismatic, though he often comes out sounding like a douche. The reason for this is because he strives to be seen and heard, even if he is viewed as a bad guy. He likes having eyes on him, and he'd do anything to not be forgotten. His home life has really shaped his personality in ways he may never change.

When it comes to smarts, King is surprisingly cunning in his own way. He has a sly way of thinking and often devises cruel or unusual plans in an effort to gain things he would want. Though he is considered a jock due to his love of soccer, King likes to think of himself more of a genuine planner and musician. He always takes a step back to think of a way around an issue, and he will never jump head first into a conflict unless he is truly angered. Though he often puts on a cool-guy act around acquaintances, King is much more lax and comfortable with his close friends. He cherishes those who look out for him above all else, and would gladly take a bullet for his dear friends if need be.Thanks to his new found abilities, he has been much more open about his feelings, though this has both good and bad consequences. While he has become much closer to those around him, he has also grown into a cynical, anxious person, one who often looks at a person's feelings before their true selves. Due to his original apathetic nature he is easily susceptible to other's emotions now, which causes a variety of mood swings if he is unable to block them out in time.

Other than that, King is a boozer and a shameless narcissist. He isn't afraid to compliment himself, and he often fixes his appearance in any reflective surface available. He has a soft spot for dogs and small children, and he is kind of an idiot when it comes to math and science.

|History|

Verona has always been King's home. His family had been very influential to the town's history despite hailing from across the sea, and even now his mother holds the position of mayor. Within this tiny town of course, is King's marble (well, brick) palace. The only issue within that big house of his would be his parents. Victoria and Henry King. Even at a young age they governed his life, told him what to do and what not to do. They were overbearing, but not in a loving way. Richard was forced into about five different sports by the time he was ten, and at least twelve hobbies filled his room with things he could care less for.

Basically, Richard was spoiled to the point of no return, and in turn forced to follow his parents' every whim. Even if he tried to talk back to them or say no, he would gifted with blatant abuse. Belts whipping across his back and arms, leaving him battered and bruised, but he merely thought of it as a just punishment. This, and of course his "need" to please his parents, was what drove him to reach for things that would otherwise be banned for him in his house, and this was also the cause of his intense need to win. His parents would never value him if he lost. No one would, right?

|Family|

The King family lives in one of the bigger estates in the nicer side of Verona. Four cars line the driveway most of the days, and a large Rottweiler can often be seen prowling across the premise or barking from one of the big windows. King spends most of his days in his room or wandering around the lower floors, preparing for a party or a big game.

- Victoria Marie King (Mother, 43) is a well-known figure head in the Verona community. Why is she so well-known? Well, she's the mayor! Despite her generous and kind public appearance, Victoria is a rather emotionally-abusive mother to her son, and she will often put him down for doing the slightest thing wrong. Though she has never physically hurt him like King's father had, Victoria's words are venomous enough to form deep wounds into Richard's psyche. However, she often holds Henry back when things are getting particularly bad, and she will at times act as motherly as she can if Richard looks horribly down. In the end, she thinks her words will help Richard get strong and will help him stop his teenage-delinquent actions. Seemingly, she doesn't seem to be aware of how hurtful her words can be, but looking passed this clueless, abusive nature can reveal a trying mother with a wish to see her son grow up strong.

- Henry Richard King (Father, 49) is the head of the King family and works as an at home translator and writer. He has written a few well-known novels, mostly romances and mystery books, and spends most of his days in his office or with his wife. While in public he seems charismatic and kind, behind the scenes he is a man with a no anger management and an intense vendetta against his son. He at times gets so angry that he turns to violence, which explains the occasional bruises seen on Richard's back and the scar of his arm.

- Marie Rose King (Sister, 14) is Richard's favorite family member. Marie is a doting girl who knows how to stay out of her parents' way and she seems to adore her older brother. Richard spoils her like a princess, and would protect her with his life, though at times the two can get into bad fights. She is a rather smart, sweet girl and knows exactly how to avoid her vicious parents, unlike Richard.

- Knight (Rottweiler) is Richard's best friend next to Malcolm. The Rottweiler had been adopted about six years prior and has been the King family's protector and loving pet for tose years since. Luckily Henry seems to enjoy the dog's presence, and as such he has not ended up like Richards... Past pets.

|Theme Song|

A Sadness Runs Through Him - The Hoosiers
_{”Time and again boys are raised to be men
Impatient they start, fearful at the end
But here was a man mourning tomorrow
Who drank, but finally drowned in his sorrow”}

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My Superpower

|Power Name|

Empathy

|Power Description|

The ability to feel and manipulate others' emotions.

|Abilities|

King is able to feel the emotions of other people. While this may be plenty useful later on, to the apathetic King it is anything but good. The emotions come to him in heavy waves and he at times has trouble controlling them. Likewise, if he were able to feel an emotion strongly enough, there is a possibility that he can effect others to feel the same thing he does, I.E. if King is full of rage someone nearby may become inexplicably angry. Being able to sense emotions may seem useless in a fight, but in reality it makes King a great (and slightly unstable) negotiator, who is able to sense someone's inner turmoil and use it against them if at all necessary. Though he is only able to sense and pass on his own emotions currently, eventuality King will be able to slightly alter the emotions of others. While it might not act as complete persuasion, enough sadness or anger could seriously falter someone's mental process in the end.

|Drawbacks/Weaknesses|

- Unable to control the intake or out tput of emotions.
- Often useless in fights in the beginning.
- Experiences intense headaches after using power.
- Unable to handle too many emotions, I.E he is unable to stand in a large crowd without breaking down.
- May accidentally act on his (or others') emotions.

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Katelyn Song

"A dream doesn't become reality through magic; it takes sweat, determination and hard work."
- Colin Powell

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Name

Katelyn Yuki Song

Nicknames

- Kate/Kat: Being the most obvious nicknames to pull from her name, Katelyn went through her middle school and high school going by any variation of Kate or Kat, and though most people seemed used to calling her that she has found it to be a rather boring and redundant pet name.
- Kiki: Given to her by her father. Katelyn loves the name Kiki and often allows her close friends and family members to refer to her as such.
- In professional environments, Katelyn requests that everyone refers to her by her full name.

Age

30

Gender

Female

Occupation

Paralegal for Daniel Carrington

Residency

Manhattan, NYC

Sexual Orientation

Bisexual

Relationship Status

Single

Appearance

Standing at a mere 5'4" and weighing just over one hundred and twenty pounds, Kate isn't as imposing as she often wishes she could be. Delicate to a fault and with the grace of a goose she is prone to injuries due to her own clumsiness. Despite often nursing new bruises on her legs, though, Katelyn walks with a straight back and her head held high. Her face is usually kept hidden behind a veil of light make up, though even without the cover up the faintest sense of natural beauty can be seen. Katelyn is decently attractive, with narrow, dark eyes and small lips. Her face itself is heart-shaped and dainty, and it often curls cheerily with playful smiles.

Body wise she is thin and delicate. Though not much of an exerciser, Kat's vegetarian diet keeps her mostly healthy and fit. Due to her weak lungs, however, any extraneous activities can lead to an asthma attack or worse. Her skin, though easily tanned by most summer days, is currently a gentle white, clashing nicely with her dark hair and eyes. The stress of work can often be seen tugging at her face, and dark circles which are normally masked by plenty of concealer may sometimes be seen peeking out from behind her veil. Despite hating them, Katelyn is also the owner of a pair of snarky reading glasses, which she primarily wears while reading over case reports or working by herself.

Katelyn is a sucker for a good pair of shoes. She loves dressing up and looking pretty, going form an array of skirted suits to countless casual, darling little dresses. If not for her frugal nature her closet would be full of countless accessories and outfits.

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"Mother always says: 'If you wanna make it big then you gotta work hard'!"

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Personality

Katelyn may be the exact opposite of what most lawyer's are meant to be. While the stereotypical lawyer may be stoic and blood-thirsty, Kate is very much a kind and cheerful soul. Though a burning wish for justice can often be seen in her very vivid expressions, Katelyn considers herself to be a polite and quiet woman, and takes pride in being as courteous and kind as she can possibly be. However, despite her wish to keep things pleasant, Kate will gladly change face to stay afloat in the court room. When pressured or when she feels as though people are not taking her seriously Kate will become something akin to a demon. Her words become biting and cold, and she may even gain a robotic tone just to get her point across. She is an intelligent, quick-talking woman, and those who do not take her seriously are often in danger of receiving one of her killer glares.

Having to put on her stoic front, though, can drain Katelyn mentally, and often times it leaves her feeling kind of depressed or tired. And a tired Katelyn is not a very happy one. She loves to work and often goes days without real rest due to her wish to just continue working. Those who are acquainted with her often complain about how she puts work before everything else, and they are often too correct. Katelyn has been working hard to achieve her potential since she was small, and she has not even thought about slowing down yet. To Kate, if she is without work or if she is not doing work, then she is merely wasting time.

In social situations with new people, Katelyn is often times quiet and a bit shy. She will cling to those she knows well and may stammer or stutter when spoken to casually. While polite, Kat can also be a bit naive and blunt when speaking to those she barely knows. Despite this, Katelyn is very skilled at reading the mood of a situation, and as such she knows when to keep quiet or speak her mind. When it comes to her friends and family she is loving and a bit playful, often coming across as a puppy who just wants to be praised. Though she is mostly seen smiling, Kat is quick to cry in sad or emotional situations, and due to this she is called a crybaby by many of her closer colleagues. When comfortable around people in a casual situation she may appear to be a bit childish or air-headed, but behind that grinning face is a woman who is willing to fight to prove her point.

Likes

• Sweets, mostly hard candies
• Animals of all kind
• Reading, especially romance novels and mysteries
• Winter
• Herbal teas
• Proving her point

Dislikes

• Coffee, anything bitter really
• Flying insects and spiders
• Meat
• The ocean
• Being told she is worthless/lazy
• Being told she is wrong

Strengths

• Intelligent
• Productive
• Kind

Weaknesses

• Clumsy
• Stubborn
• Shy

Fears

| Failure | Being Lost | Flying insects | Drowning | Wide Open Spaces |

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"What's that? I'm wrong? You must have miscalculated somewhere, cause I definitely am not!"

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History

Born to a poor Japanese and Chinese couple, Kate grew up in the cheery city of New York. Her mother was a strict, caring woman, and was often out of the house working. Watching her mother work so hard as she grew older was rather inspiring to the young Katelyn, who at a young age was already working hard to be the best in her class. Her father, who often took off from his own job to care for Kate, spent most of his days helping her study or playing around with her. Though the family was often separated due to work, they always tried to find time for each other, thus resulting in a healthy, loving family relationship.

In middle school and high school, Kat was known far and wide for being a top student. Due to her extreme measures of studying and working however, she had a meager social standing and often skipped out on events just to stay in and cram. Despite these odds, however, she did manage to make a few pals here and there. Her love for acing was only dwarfed by her love for her friends, and as such she would often take a day or two off of her intense work schedule to maintain her minimal relationships. This pattern continued on during her college life.

After graduating from Harvard, Kate went on to find herself hired by a desperate couple in need of her help. The case, however, seemed to be lost from the very start, and Katelyn ended up losing her first big job. Devastated by the circumstances, she experienced a brief depression and then went on to have trouble find work. With no where else to turn and losing time and money, the young Katelyn Song turned to interning and acting as an associate to pay off her debts and hopefully gain back what little face she had. Eventually, Kate stumbled upon Daniel Carrington, and once he hired her to be his paralegal the rest was history.

Education

Katelyn, after working her butt off in high school, managed to get into Harvard with a slight scholarship. Though obviously it wouldn't pay for her whole experience, she took up the offer and managed to graduate with a LL.B. degree (Bachelor of Laws). However, after graduating Katelyn found it hard to start up her own law firm, and has instead turned to working as an associate or paralegal for many different firms in an effort to both pay off her student loans and gain a name in the business of Law.

Favorite memory

Getting into Harvard and graduating from Harvard might be one of Katelyn's favorite memories. The feeling of joy and relief she had felt is something she has yet to forget.

Least favorite memory

Losing her first case. She feels as though this act was enough to tarnish her name in the world of law for good.

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"I've never been out of the States before!"

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Birthday

April 13th, 1985

Astrological Sign

Pisces

Social Media

KiKiKat - Instagram
KSong0413 - Twitter
Katelyn Song - Facebook

Holiday Song

While the Snow Lay Sleeping

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"How can I stop when I'm so close to my goal?"

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Kate's Relationships

"I really can't understand this family! Everyone is so cold to each other!

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R E G I N A L D C A R R I N G T O N

"This is the CEO of TriV? I was expecting some ragged old man, but honestly, he looks pretty good."

Another night spent reading the tabloids at 7Eleven, huh? Katelyn flipped through the pages of the trashy magazine, her eyes reading each line with only the slightest amount of interest. Honestly, she wasn't that big of a fan of the stupid celebrity news held within the thin paper slips, but her tea was still too warm to drink and it was absolutely frigid outside. And so, to kill some time, Kate read the slimy backwash of some poor journalist's pen. Eventually her eyes reached an article that didn't seem so biased, a small blurb from an interview with Reginald Carrington.

"Huh, a big time CEO? Looks rich... Wait, I know this name..."

Flipping through the rest of the piece, though was ultimately left with a few questions on saving power and nothing on his personal life. Kate, however curious she had been, soon placed the tabloid back down and turned to leave. She could ask if Dan was to related the older man tomorrow, but as of right now Reginald Carrington was just another money-grubbing CEO in her mind.

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C A S S I O P E I A C A R R I N G T O N

"I see her on TV sometimes, apparently she's the other guy's wife and also seems to run TriV. Huh, well, work it girl!"

The magazines at Kate's local hair salon were always up to date and full of beauty tips and random interviews. Katelyn, though short on cash for the month, had decided to get her hair done, and while waiting for the do to dry she turned to the thin pamphlets. Once again, disinterest could be seen clear on her face as she flipped through the sex tips and celebrity body backlashes. It was all the same stuff, until she turned to the eigth page. Within the shiny paper was an article, focusing on a TV special featuring the lovely Cassiopeia Carrington.

"Carrington again, huh? I'm assuming Dan is relate but..."

Kate flipped through the article carefully, taking in every detail she could, trying to decipher why her partner had never mentioned the woman before. Soon, her eyes fell onto a phrase that she never really understood.

'Hands off parenting'.

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D A N I E L C A R R I N G T O N

"God bless Mr. Daniel Carrington, really! He gave me a job, and he's one of the best people I've ever worked with. Plus, he doesn't mind that I spend most of my life neck deep in papers and law books!"

Katelyn often found herself alone in coffee shops. It wasn't so bad, but seeing all the couples or groups of friend crowding around the other tables often made her feel a bit lonely. Then again, she was already feeling a bit down in the dumps after her failure a few days earlier. She sipped her iced tea wistfully, eyes scanning the cafe with their usual observant way, until a stranger deliberately sat next to her. Slightly perturbed, she glanced towards the man with narrowed eyes, but as soon as she did he held out his hand and quickly said;

"My name's Daniel Carrington. I'm a junior partner at Jones & Chance, and I was wondering if you'd like to be employed as a paralegal."

Of course, Kat was a bit stunned by his proposal, and while she tried to form a correct response in her mind Dan passed over his business card. And then, with a brief nod and a half smile, he was gone. Katelyn glanced over the card curiously, and then a wide grin filled her face. Later that night, she gave him a call and, of course, the rest was history.

Sam Carrington

We become aware of the void as we fill it.
- Antonio Porchia

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Name

Samantha Rose Carrington

Nicknames

- Sam/Sammy: Her usual nicknames. Close friends and family normally call her Sammy.

Age

42

Gender

Female

Occupation

Studio Artist and Gallery Owner

Residency

Cobble Hill, Brooklyn, NYC

Sexual Orientation

Homosexual

Relationship Status

It's Complicated

Appearance

Samantha is a natural beauty, easy as that. Her posture is tall, straight, and her head is often held high with an odd confidence that always seems to exude from her. She is normally made up when out and about, carrying around a heavy air of expensive perfume and hair products, and her face is painted with extreme care. Even without makeup, however, Sam remains a nice face to look at, with high cheek bones and full lips. She has inherited her parents' green eyes, which seem to gleam coldly out into nothingness, and her hair is constantly changing in length and color, though as of now it reaches down to her shoulder blades and gleams with a dark brown hue.

Sam stands at about 5'7" and weighs a mere one-hundred and twenty-five pounds due to lack of eating. She is skin and bones really, but normally her flesh is hidden beneath expensive-looking layers and fur coats. Thanks to her well-paying job, Sam takes liberty in buying the most expensive fashions on the market. The outfits barely last long, however, as she often ruins them while drunk or high. There are times, when she is without makeup, that Sam looks especially worn or sickly, but due to her constant fussing over her appearance it is a rare sight to see.

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"Mommy's little disaster."

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Personality

Stubborn, angry, and usually drunk. These are Sam's usual emotions, often times they can be seen burning in her green eyes or rolling off her lips in a variety of curses and complaints. Sam is a hot-blooded soul, one who usually does not take 'no, I/you can't' for an answer, and she constantly fights with those who have clashing views from her. As an artist, she is extremely watchful and careful, looking out for any beautiful structures and/or suspicious figures. This observant nature of her's is only dwarfed by her bullheaded wishes to stay in a constant state of euphoria. This happiness is gained by spending her nights awake, either dead drunk or ridiculously high. Such a cliche for artists, right? Sam definitely thinks so, she is most certain she is as cliche as an artist can come personally, but when it comes to her artwork she believes she is one-of-a-kind.

Her strokes are always clean and precise, her colors are always bright and sharp. When it comes to painting Sam is no pushover. She lives through her art, her tortures and her joys often come out onto the canvas in a variety of swirls or words or images. Usually, when she is working, Sam likes to remain totally sober, as it allows her creativity to flow and it pushes her mind to it's limit. Those who think it is wise to bother her during this time, however, may be met with harsh profanities and a bucket of paint being chucked in their general direction. Once Sam has started on a piece, she usually won't stop until she is sure she is finished. Most of her paintings take days to complete however, and due to these long working hours she usually doesn't get enough sleep or food unless someone is around to care for her.

Though it may be easy to tell through most of her paintings and generally nihilistic ways, Samantha is horribly depressed. Clinically diagnosed a few years back, she is still on antidepressant meds and usually she has a nurse come in every other week to check up on her. The doctors always tell her that her constant drinking and smoking are ways to fill whatever void she possessed, and Sam knew they were on the dot. She always feels empty or alone when sober, and to mask those feelings she drinks until she can't think. It is an unhealthy practice, but until Sam is able to feel like herself again she has no wish for stopping.

When around close friends or family members that don't despise her, Sam can be quite motherly and sweet in a party-animal kind of way. She is protective of those she deems worthy, and she has quite the soft spot for children and animals. To strangers she may appear obnoxious or nosy, and while she tries her best to not stare she always ends up allowing her eyes to follow beautiful people in the end.

Likes

• Traditional Art
• Photography
• Bitter coffee
• Energy drinks
• Smoking
• Alcohol
• Clubs and bars
• Nighttime

Dislikes

• Tea
• Mathematics and sciences
• Sweets
• Authority
• Her three ex-spouses
• Being alone
• Being sober
• Mornings

Strengths

• Creative
• Fun-loving
• Vehement

Weaknesses

• Abrasive
• Depressed
• Hot-blooded

Fears

| Being alone | Being forgotten | Being empty | Losing her eyesight | Tight places |

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"I should stop smoking? Don't fucking police me!"

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History

Samantha Rose was the first born of the Carrington family, and the first mistake. Cassiopeia had hopes and dreams for the young girl when she was toddler, hopes and dreams that she would live healthily and have a wonderful life. Of course, though, Sam's mother wasn't exactly aware of how to grant her daughter this wish. Cassiopeia was without a mother's touch, and she often turned to books about parenting or asked workers at TriV to help her gain a footing on how to care for the young Sam. Ultimately, Cassiopeia had hoped her daughter would be the perfect heir for the family business, but something went wrong. Somewhere along the line, Samantha just... Broke.

In her teen years, Sam noticed that her parents were rarely home. They worked most days, leaving her alone in the house with only her mind to keep her company. She had been a rather sweet child back then, a social butterfly and a girl with an extreme craving for all kinds of art. She was turned off by all the business courses her mother suggested she take, and due to her failing marks in these classes she began to feel extreme pressure from her parents. Of course, the pressure had always been there, beyond the caring, busy smiles Sam saw. Her folks were hard-workers, the ideal business owners, but they wished for her to take over their company in her later years. And Sam, well, just couldn't see herself as a CEO. The very thought of it made her feel sick, and incredibly sad.

It was late in her sophomore year of high school where she first turned to sex and alcohol to forget her worries. She didn't come home that night, and the next morning when she pushed through the front doors she was met with reprimands and worried faces. When questioned where she had been, Sam told a straight lie and then vanished to her room for the rest of the day. This was the first crack, and the first time Sam had felt truly terrible for lying to her parents. Despite feeling bad, she continued to hang out with the wrong crowd, and each morning when she got home her lies continued to build and build. Her actions were later discovered during her junior year of high school. By this time, she had started failing most of her academic classes. Her parents caught sight of all the red marks, and while questioning their daughter her illegal actions came to light. Sam was grounded for a whole year, restricted from seeing her "friends" and basically placed under house arrest unless she was in school. During this time, Sam became withdrawn from her parents, and she started focusing a lot of her attention on art, mostly the painting and drawing aspects of it.

These restriction just made Samantha wish to rebel more, and as her senior year rolled around she started skipping classes, focusing more on having fun then getting ready for college. The stress from her parents pushing just drove her to more outlets, until finally it was clear to them that she had no chance of pursuing their wishes. Barely passing her high school career, Sam's parents quickly asked what she wanted to do with her life, and Sam, finally, allowed her mind to be heard.

"I don't want to be your heiress! I'm not like you! I'll never be like you!"

The fight lasted a good three hours, and afterwards, still heated, Sam gathered all her valuable belonging and left.

She didn't cut her parents out of her life, no, she still loved them, and she blamed herself for being so foolishly driven to not follow their wishes. After she left home, Sam went looking for a place to stay, and she ended up becoming room mates with a woman named Jesse. During this stage of her life, Sam was nothing more than a starving artist, one who went out on the streets of New York selling her works. Her income was slow a bit varied, but her pieces usually were sold out by the end of the week. Jesse Valentine was her muse at the time, as well as her lover. It was a complicated romance, but it all worked out until Jesse was sent over seas for military work. Now, lonely as ever, Sam turned to other people to keep her warm, and she eventually met a man who seemed to cherish her. After a year of dating, Sam married the man at the age of twenty-five. Jesse came home a few months into the couple's marriage and, burning with rage, she left Sam behind to find work and a home else where. Sam was heartbroken by this, and she soon realized her husband was not all he turned out to be. She divorced him three years after their union due to abusive tendencies and realizing she really wasn't into men.

Sam took her new found free time to work towards her job. Her art became well known around New York city, and many of her pieces were auctioned to rich folks. Through these galleries and parties, Sam found her next lover. A young woman with an eye for sculptures. They married after a few months, and later divorced due to wanting different things. Sam, once again alone, spent most of her life inside, until Jesse returned from some desert town with her familiar warmth. They had a quick fling, one that last so briefly that Samantha often forgets it had happened.

She was given one year of peace from her hurricane of a love life, and in that year she auctioned many of her paintings, and even gained control of a friend's gallery. Her paintings and many of her acquaintances' hung within the white, selling for fair prices, and as Sam gained more footing in the art community she met her most recent divorcee. The woman was older, regal, and just seemed to over flow with confidence. They were married for three years, and later divorced on Sam's 39th birthday after having a wild fight. Another year of calmness (well, as calm as the depressed party-animal could be) came and went, and after a month of having no truly intimate friendships or relationships Sam concluded that she was simply someone who should live alone forever.

And then Jesse called. The two rekindled their old, old friendship, and they took turns visiting each other's homes during the next two years. Jesse, who was living in Arizona at the time, assumed they would simply fuck up their relationship again if they tried living together, so they settled with a strictly long-distance friendship... Until the letter came, that is. That night, Sam called up her dear friend and asked with a trembling voice;

"Can you please do this with me. I wouldn't be able to stand being with them alone."

Education

Samantha barely graduated high school, and once she left home she went straight into her life as an artist. Though she was without a degree, her pieces were visually satisfying enough to attract critics and buyers, and thus her living was made through skill and a bit of luck.

Favorite memory

Waking up alone on the roof of her penthouse, staring up at the starless sky after blacking out from over drinking. The party that had been there hours before had dispersed and it was so quiet and so lonely. And in the sky above Sam swore she saw a shooting star, just beyond the city lights. This scene has appeared in many of her paintings.

Least favorite memory

Leaving her family behind after the big fight. It's left a mark on her, and she can't seem to forget about that night.

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"I'm empty, but you don't care do you?"

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Birthday

October 29th, 1973

Astrological Sign

Scorpio

Social Media

SamCarrington - All

Holiday Song

Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas

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"I can smile, see?"

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Sam's Relationships

"Maybe I should have tried harder, ya know? To fix all the shit I did."

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R E G I N A L D C A R R I N G T O N

"He was like mom. He pushed me to be something I wasn't but... I'm certain it was all my fault. He deserves an apology, but I'm not sure if I'm ready to give one."

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C A S S I O P E I A C A R R I N G T O N

I wish I wasn't so stubborn, if I was a bit more lax I would be able to easily tell her I'm sorry."

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J E S S E V A L E N T I N E

"She's my muse, my best friend, my love... It's been a complicated few years, but she's remained faithful while I haven't. I adore her, though sometimes she can become as stubborn as me!"

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G A B R I E L C A R R I N G T O N

"I didn't mean too leave you Gabby, it's all my fault isn't it?"

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D A N I E L C A R R I N G T O N

""He's a lawyer now, huh? He had the most awful stutter back in the day... People really can change."

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R O W A N C A R R I N G T O N

"He visits me often, and gladly doesn't hold a grudge against me like Gabby does. I assume he only comes to see me because of my parties, however."

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Ryūjin

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Tutelary deity of the sea and King of Dragons.

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Basic Profile

|Name|

Ryūjin

|Alias(es)|

Umiko Ryudo.
Known as Watatsumi/Ōwatatsumi in some mythologies
The Dragon King

|Gender|

Genderless. Uses female pronouns.

|Sexuality|

Pansexual

|Pantheon/Faith|

Shinto/Japanese

|Occupation|

Aquarium Shop Cashier - Due to Ryūjin's younger appearance, she can rarely get any work that is not offered to students, and after her last major work crisis she ended up working at a local aquarium store. She enjoys it, however, as all the tanks and lights give off a pretty view, and all the fish are very talkative and friendly.

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Appearance

|Godly Appearance|

REF. Ryūjin, in her Godly form, is basically just a dragon. Her scales shimmer like water, switching between pales blues and purples frequently depending on the light, and silver fur lines her back in a mane of stars and dew. Pale turquoise shines from within her eyes, and glistening talons aid her in slashing at enemies or sinners. At her current power state, however, Ryūjin is just barely larger than a full grown garter snake, and as about as thick as a young child's forearm. Though she is able to fly/swim freely in this form, she prefers clinging to the arms and necks of allies. She may often tell tales of her being a much larger, much more imposing beast back in the day, but whether it is true or not is yet to be discovered. While Ryūjin is weaponless in this form, her talons are sharper then any mortal blade, though she may hesitate to approach a battle due to her current size.

|Earthly Appearance|

Umiko possesses a tall, lovely vessel. Standing at about 5'8" and weighing just over one hundred and forty pounds, Umiko sports what most would call a "swimmer's body". She takes pride in her appearance, often using up most of her mornings to ensure she looks decent before heading out into the town, and due to these long hours in front of the mirror Umiko is after called 'vain' by her younger sister.

Umiko is very pretty, even without whatever makeup she decides to put on, bearing a sharp, pretty face and straight black hair. Her eyes gleam darkly, and her face is usually made up with makeup to enhance her big eyes and large lips. Despite possessing a mortal vessel, Umiko's teeth are a bit odd, appearing more canine then human at times. Her skin is pale and coarse, though when out in the sun she tans very easily, and her hands are long and graceful. She walks with the presence of a king, with her head held high and her eyes narrowed slightly.

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Who Am I?

|Personality|

Regal, dainty, and overall wise, Umiko exudes a sense of royalty. She walks with the grace of a queen, no, a KING, and is often times seen speaking in a very formal manner. Though she has retained a mortal bodies for many years now, it seems Umiko is yet to grow out of her kingly ways, and as such she continues to appear rather unnatural in casual situation. She is wise in both a historical sense and common way, often giving off helpful tips to those in need. Ultimately calm and serene, even in the most stressful situations, Umiko is often told that her gentle expression comes off as a bit cold at times, which may be true. She does not understand the concept of pain very well, and sadness seems like a lost notion to her, so when in the vicinity of crying or panicking people she is unsure of what to do.

Despite her distant ways, Umiko manages to appear very friendly, if not a bit sharp tongued, when around friends or acquaintances. She possesses a quick mind and is always prepared to point out something unusual if presented. When it comes to her closer friends she is very protective, often acting out in order to defend anyone in trouble even if it could cost her life. She loves those who love her, and will cherish anyone willing to be her friend.

In certain situations, however, Umiko loses her kind, polite ways and becomes a lot more stubborn. If forced into an unnecessary situation or uncomfortable place, she is more likely to drop to her knees and stay that way until she is given freedom or what she wants. Umiko is pushy, extremely so, and maybe even a bit spoiled, but she tries her best to act as fair as she can, even if there is something she desires nearby.

|Family|

Nagisa Ryudo - Umiko's kid sister. Though they aren't related by blood, Umiko cherishes the young girl like any good sister would. Nagisa was discovered by Umiko a mere four years ago, when she was still a toddler, on a beach, abandoned. Rather than ignoring the child and moving on, Umiko took it upon herself to raise the human child and protect her. The two share an inseparable bond, and Nagisa acts as Umiko's strength and weakness in many situations. Nagisa is in possession of the Manju (tide-flowing) Tide Jewel.

Otohime (if someone makes her LMK) - Ryūjin's daughter from most mythologies, Otohime has since become estranged from her father to live elsewhere. Ryūjin doesn't mind her daughter's absence, though she does wish she would recieve a call or something to ensure the woman's safety/lifestyle.

|Strengths|

• Calm
• Wise
• Quick-witted
• Protective
• Noble

|Weaknesses|

• Stubborn
• Pushy
• Vain
• Distant
• Cold

|Likes|

• Sea creatures
• Drinking
• Wind instruments
• Rainy weather
• Swimming

|Dislikes

• Cats
• Dishonest people
• Fire
• Hot weather
• Spicy foods

|History|

Ryūjin is best known as the God of the sea and King of Dragons, a being who was praised for his power and wisdom above all else. Living under the sea in a palace named Ryūgū-jō, Ryūjin ruled as a wise and noble leader. His messengers were the sea turtles, and all of the sea creatures were his children and followers. His mythologies played out, some depicting him as a cruel king, and others revering in his God-like wisdom and nobility.

During the Waring times between the Gods, Ryūjin remained in his palace, wishing to merely wait out the catastrophe happening over head, but once the seas surrounding Japan were affected he rose and sought out a way to defend his home and followers. Eventually the end of the world subsided, and all of the Gods gathered to sign a pact, a pact that would force the Gods to weaken in order to save the world they had once loved. Ryūjin was hesitant, though in the end, after listening to many of the gods complain, he signed and resigned himself to living as a mortal.

Ryūjin's mortal form appeared more female than male by choice, and those who refereed to him as King quickly began speaking to her as she preferred, with female pronouns. She lived as a woman named Umiko during the Sengoku era, a miko who worked for a shrine devoted to the God she once was. Time passes, and Ryūjin keeps her alias and travels across Japan, acting as a nurse or miko or teacher during various ears. She has only recently settled down in the seaside town of Tomonoura, where she lives in a cheap apartment with her kid 'sister' Nagisa and a few pet fish.

|Opinion on Mortals|

"Mortals are foolish and weak, beings that must be protected above all else. Though they pollute the ocean, they also used to fall into my land by mistake. I watched over those humans who were lost in the undersea realm, merely because I felt sorry for them, and to this day I still pity their weakness."

Umiko, despite feeling as though she is above them, cherishes humans. They used to worship her symbols, and even now they are as foolish and silly as they were in the past. Nagisa may be her favorite human, but that does not mean she has a vendetta against any of those outside of her immediate family. Sometimes they annoy her, especially with their pollution and gossip-y ways, but in the end Umiko appreciates their presence on the earth.

|Theme Song|

Riverside- Agnes Obel
_{”When that old river runs pass your eyes
To wash off the dirt on the riverside
Go to the water so very near
The river will be your eyes and ear”}

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Mortal vs. Immortal

|Mortal Skills/Abilities|

Much like any good water deity, Umiko is a skilled swimmer and avid beach-goer. She is able to hold her breath underwater for up to six minutes, and she has strong enough legs to kick through even the toughest of tides. Of course, thanks to all this swimming she is blessed with a strong body. Rather then swimming, Umiko is also a skilled dancer and musician. She is able to play the flute and more obscure wind instruments like the Horagai (sea-shell horn).

When it comes to caring for young children and animals, Umiko can be considered a pro. She is a decent chef and is patient enough to deal with younger children. She is wise, and thanks to her love for reading very knowledgeable on both the past and present. Umiko is also somewhat multilingual, she can speak both Chinese and Korean easily, and she is adept in English enough to hold a simple conversation.

Other than that, Umiko is very organized and orderly, and often keeps to-do lists in order to remember her daily routine.

|Immortal Skills/Abilities|

As a lesser sea deity, Umiko wasn't truly that powerful to begin with. In her weakened state she is only able to barely hear the whispers of sea creatures, and she is also able to read weather patterns to predict if rain or sun is coming the next day. Eventually, she will regain her abilities to fully converse with beings in the sea and summon rain storms with the snap of a finger.

Despite Ryūjin now much meager appearance, he still holds onto a Tide Jewel, the very gem that is said to control the tides of the sea and keep them from going out of control. Though she has since lost complete control over the jewel, once her powers begin to return her emotions will once again influence the gem's properties. If she is plunged into rage, all nearby bodies of water will churn with unhappiness, so Ryūjin does her best to stay calm when in the vicinity of the artifact. The second Tide Jewel is in the possession of Nagisa for safe keeping. As her strength returns, Ryūjin will soon be able to have minor control over smaller bodies of water, and this control allows her to create mist, small water whips, and other general distractions/weapons.

While she is able to hold her breath for a longer period of time than most mortals before her powers started returning, as they come back she will soon be able to remain underwater without having to come up for a breath. It is a minor skill, but for someone who thrives in the sea, a useful one.

|Favorite Myth|

Persephone and the Pomegranate Seeds

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Ryūjin's Relationships

"The sea is just a wetter reflection of the sky."

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James Alfero

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Hadrian Pryde
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Ellen Dove
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Amane Mikami
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Hewitt Danford

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Andrew Jackley
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Jordan Natter

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Sebastian Morales

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Sable Almasi

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Kora Black

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Regan Macguire
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Aphrodite

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Goddess of love, desire and beauty.

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Basic Profile

|Name|

Aphrodite

|Alias(es)|

Ellen Dove
Venus in Roman cultures

|Gender|

Female

|Sexuality|

Pansexual

|Relationship Status|

Mingling.

|Pantheon/Faith|

Greco-Roman

|Occupation|

Fashion Designer - While Aphrodite is certainly sure she is pretty enough to be a model, she would much rather sit behind the scenes and etch out her own outfits for others to wear. While she isn't very well known yet, her works have made it into various small fashion shows, and some of her designs can be found in various indie fashion magazines and tabloids.

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Appearance

|Godly Appearance|

Aphrodite's, well, Ellen's appearance in her God form isn't much different then her in her mortal form. She definitely becomes much more God-like, gaining an air of pristine beauty and artfulness around her already lovely face, but appearance wise she remains the same. When it comes to armor, she gains a much older, Greek fashion, with her outer wear being replaced by pearly white robes and golden ornaments. Her girdle is situated under her robes, and as the legends go it is used to distract enemies from their goal with its desirable powers.

|Earthly Appearance|

Gorgeous, dark-skinned, and always smiling, Aphrodite is the vision of beauty. She stands at about 5'6", and she moves with the grace a goddess should usually possess. She prides herself in her appearance, and while she often claims she doesn't spend too long in front of the mirror most know she is lying through her teeth. Aphordite enjoys looking at herself, making herself up, and even if she attempts to claim that she isn't vain most know the truth of her apparent narcissism. But, then again, why shouldn't she love herself?

Aphordite appears more doll-like than human, possessing a lovely, small face, large eyes and full lips. Her hair is light-brown and naturally curly, often surrounding her face in an array of kinks and curls, and her skin is dark and tans darker. Though her face is usually stained with makeup, below the concealer are an array of dark freckles that splay over her nose and cheeks. She possesses a slender body, one that moves as if it were always walking on air, and Aphrodite takes pride in keeping herself as fit and healthy as possible.

As for tattoos, Aphordite as an array of tally marks on the inside of her upper arms. When asked about them, she will simply say, "Oh, those are all the mortal hearts I've broken!". There are a lot of small, tally marks, as I'm sure you can imagine.

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Who Am I?

|Personality|

At first glance, Ellen Dove seems to be a friendly, touchy, and slightly air-headed girl. She moves with intention, often touching the arms of strangers and friends alike in a sensual way, and she talks with a light, inviting voice. She puts up an air of cheerfulness and generosity which most seem to believe, but it isn't until someone gets on her nerves that her true colors are revealed. The kind Ellen is merely a front, and the true Aphrodite reigns like a horrid serpent beneath her smiling demeanor. In reality, Ellen Dove is a spiteful, egotistical girl with a thirst for attention. She lives day to day wondering what she should change about herself to attract more lovers, and she is not afraid to steal the hearts of those already in love with a simple bat of the eyelash and sensual smile.

Ellen, to those who really know her, is a bratty woman. She is selfish as well as unfaithful, and relies on others watching her to feel powerful. Thanks to her narcissism, she spends most of her free time staring in mirrors or fixing her appearance, and she is not afraid to insult those she deems unworthy or annoying. Cunning, Ellen is a skilled liar and actress, and she is gifted in making devious plots to get what she wants. When it comes to her closer friends and family, however, Ellen acts slightly more... Motherly? Her regular, devious personality remains, but she uses her cunning to help those she loves and cherishes those who stick with her even after they see her true self. She especially loves children and small animals, thinking them to be "cute" and not yet tainted".

Ultimately, most of Ellen's wild behaviors can be considered cries for attention. Whether she really enjoys being the Goddess of love and beauty is actually a bit clouded. She claims to love her past, but flashes of disdain can sometimes be seen while she is admiring herself, and when discussing past romances a forlorn look can be caught gleaming in her eye. When around self-conscious or self-loathing people, she can't help but try and convince them to see their inner beauty, though her way of putting things may come off as a bit blunt or rude. Ellen, other than that, is a woman who loves beautiful things, and she is also very materialistic.

|Family|

Has countless children, most are demigods but there are quite a few godly brats in there. She has sexed up a lot of Gods and mortals alike, and she had a passing marriage with Hephaestus.

|Strengths|

• Attractive
• Playful
• Charming
• Charismatic
• Cunning

|Weaknesses|

• Unfaithful
• Headstrong
• Spiteful
• Vain
• Selfish

|Likes|

• Birds, especially sparrows and doves
• Children
• Fashion
• Mischief
• Jewelry
• Drawing
• Clothing
• Beautiful things
• Feminism

|Dislikes

• People ignoring her
• Getting dirty
• Dogs
• Careless people
• Rain
• Ugly things
• Sports
• Being put down/being hit

|History|

Aphrodite, the Goddess born from sea foam. As the legends go, Aphrodite was a goddess of unmatched beauty. She started wars, cursed lovers, made lovers, all with the intention for having eyes on her. She was a petty goddess, though many myths tell of her matchmaking capabilities and wondrous ability to make anything beautiful. As her time in the past went on, however, Aphrodite gained a promiscuous image around the other Gods on Mt. Olympus. Hera, in an effort to quell her meddlesome ways, paired Aphrodite with the god Hephaestus, who won her hand by saying he 'worked till late'.

Of course, Aphrodite was an unfaithful wife. She bore the children of both mortals and Gods alike, and would gladly do it again despite the complaints of many of the other deities. Aphrodite was like a bird in a cage who never wanted to be captured, a flighty, sing-songy girl. She gladly escaped into the mortal world at times just to attract the hearts of lovers and cause a bit of mischief.

When the war between Gods came along, she did her best to stay out of trouble, but in the end caused quite a few conflicts with her sensual, seductive ways. When the idea of the pact came along, Aphrodite wasn't too keen on giving up her godly powers. Hera otherwise forced her to put her name down, and the unenthusiastic Aphrodite returned to the mortal world with her mind on one thing: Revenge. Revenge on the humans whom the other gods wished to protect, and revenge on the gods who made her lose her powers in the first place. Of course, after a few years of wallowing in her own rage she began to simmer, and even started countless lovely relationships with countless different mortals.

Aphrodite eventually took up the name Ellen during the middle ages, and though she stayed in the shadows for most of human history she did attempt to act as a matchmaker for very few scholars and scientists. In modern times she has managed to make herself known as a fashion designer, and she continues to sleep around with mortals, finding their heart-broken faces to be the most beautiful and amusing thing out there.

|Opinion on Mortals|

"They're so easy to trick, and just looove to like at me!"

Aphordite loves and hates humans. She loves the fact that they are so easy to trick and fall for her, but she hates that they are also able to see through her facade after a few conversations. They are ugly to her, well, most of them are, but she finds that the younger humans who look up to her beauty and powers are worth looking after and protecting. She adores children most of all and will gladly look after a few human children if she needs to.

|Theme Song|

Monotonous – Eartha Kitt
_{”For what it's worth, throughout the earth
I'm known as femme fatale”}

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Mortal vs. Immortal

|Mortal Skills/Abilities|

Of course, Ellen's beauty is a skill that has seeped out from her God days. She is attractive, and she knows how to work it with makeup and fashion. Being a fashion designer, Ellen knows the tricks and trades of the fashion industry and is quite skilled at pairing outfits. Designing has also given her an edge with art, and she is a skilled sketch-artist and seamstress, and due to this is often makes her very own clothes instead of buying them at shops. Ellen is also knowledgeable on an array of gems and precious stones and metals.

To keep up her impressive body, Ellen exercises often and can be considered quite fit for a woman her age. She is a feminist, one who sees the world as a men-filled cesspool, and even if she despises the looks of a certain woman she will do what it takes to defend them from the harsher words of others. When it comes to "motherly chores" she often falls flat. Ellen is an awful cook, and is very disorganized, but when it comes to looking out for the mental state of others she is very delicate. Her words are soothing, though often sensual, and she almost always knows what to say in stressful situations.

Other than that, Ellen is charismatic and a gifted liar, and she often uses these skills to get into the beds of others. She can speak Greek, English, Gaelic, and French, though she has trouble with the three latter.

|Immortal Skills/Abilities|

Though her skills have since been locked away, Aphrodite held an image that most mortals couldn't look away from. Her beauty was intoxicating, as well as ever changing to fit the ideals of a certain viewer's tastes. Seduction was her main power, but that does not make it her only skill. As she slowly regains her abilities, Aphrodite will regain her power over illusions. She can cast an illusion onto herself or others, making them more beautiful or ugly if she decrees it, and these mental images all depend on how perceptive her foe is. To most they appear too life like, but to others they may appear muddy or translucent, like ever-shifting watercolors.

Aphrodite was a skilled matchmaker back in the day, as well as a maker of potions that could harm or mend a relationship. With her hand she could give a poorly maiden or man extreme beauty, or take the beauty of another away, those these powers have since been downplayed to be mere illusions. Aphrodite is able to attract the minds of lesser monsters and manipulate them slightly, though of course this only works on beings with dumber minds.

|Favorite Myth|

Amaterasu and Susanoo

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Aphrodite's Relationships

"Damn right, you should be scared of me."

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James Alfero

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Hadrian Pryde
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Umiko Ryudo
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Amane Mikami
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Hewitt Danford

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Andrew Jackley
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Jordan Natter

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Sebastian Morales

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Sable Almasi

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Kora Black

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Regan Macguire
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For: The Mundane

Celine

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“Though she be but little, she is fierce.”
-Shakespeare

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The Basics

|Name|

Celine Rose Everhart

|Nickname|

Celly, Cell, Cells - honestly Celine has countless nicknames from her friends and family. Ambrose often comes up with most of them.

|Birth Date|

12/21/97

|Age|

18

|Gender|

Female

|Sexuality|

Asexual Panromantic

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In The Mirror

|In Depth Appearance|

Square-jawed and doe-eyed, Celine has a rather gruff and cute appearance. She is rather short, standing at a mere 5'5", and she weighs close to one hundred and thirty-five pounds. Delicate and soft body-wise, Celine is often times bruised or battered from her careless treks, and thanks to her way of living she has gained countless callouses on her hands and feet. Her face is strong, with large lips, a smaller nose and large, brown eyes that gleam intelligently. Her hair is bleached blonde and often times roars around her face in an uncontrollable storm of kinks and waves. Her skin is a lighter shade, though it is often flushed with red or tanned from spending days in the sun.

Celine has a rather straight shape, with barely any real curves save for her hips. She carries herself with a confident stance, though it often falters when she is under pressure or alone. Around Ace she often has a much more relaxed stance, and while she has a good standing posture when she is sitting Celine hunches slightly, making herself appear smaller. Clothing wise she is a fan of bright colors, and she is often seen wearing an old leather jacket over her light tops. She enjoys sweaters and comfortable sneakers, however, and when she is not trying to put up a facade she can often be seen in comfortable, sloppy outfits. Thanks to the influences of her brother and past, Celine is also quite inclined to snapbacks, gaudy jewelry, and trainers.

|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|

Countless tiny scars from falling down while playing in her youth. Also has a tramp stamp that almost no one seems to know about besides some past friends.

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Getting to Know Me

|Likes & Dislikes|

✔ Big jewelry, big clothes, big hair, ect.
✔ Puzzles (Has countless little puzzle toys on her person at all times)
✔ Old-timey American movies (Especially holiday flicks like White Christmas)
✔ Alcohol - She's a fan of sweeter ales and almost any kind of beer
✔ Cats - she feeds the neighbor kitties whenever she can
✔ Adrenaline inducing feats (ex. heights, roller coasters, ect.)
✔ Ambrose
✘ Mirrors
✘ Spicy foods, mostly curry
✘ Hospitals
✘ Being left alone or being ignored
✘ Dogs, especially barky ones.
✘ Complainers
✘ Day-time TV

|Hobbies|

Writing stories and poetry, as well as song lyrics | Shopping, though she rarely does buy anything | Social media photography (instagram/tumblr)

|Habits|

Chewing on pencils and pens | Tapping her finger when thinking | Glaring

|Fears|

☠ Abandonment, the thought of being left behind hurts her. Badly.
☠ Hospitals. Anything even remotely sterile and medical-like makes her extremely anxious and bratty.
☠ Losing her brother in some way shape or form - death, kidnapping, anything that could separate her from her brother causes Celine intense worry and panic.

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Delving Deeper

|Personality|

♦ Honest ♦ Opinionated ♦ Resourceful ♦ Assertive ♦

Where her brother is street-smart and confrontational, Celine is intelligent and honest. While she shares many of her brother's fashion choices and harsh words, she is most obviously the rock of the duo and is well aware of her role. To strangers she may appear sweet and friendly, but Celine is far from a darling little girl. Behind her wide smiles is a witty woman with a devilish gaze and a sailor's tongue, someone who is prepared to defend her point with an array of profanities and harsh observations. Celine is resourceful and observant, a girl who quickly gets used to the lay of the land and is able to act on her feet if put up to it. Honest to a fault, Celine rarely gets away with pranks due to her inability to act. This honesty also makes her rather blunt, even in the face of strangers, and it also makes her one who seeks the truth. Much like Ambrose, Celine has a complex against liars, though unlike him she is a bit more naive towards those who treat her kindly at first.

Free-spirited to a fault, Celine seems to exude a kind of recklessness and open-mindedness that may be a bit extreme. She's extremely liberal in her views and isn't afraid to let the world know it, and she has even gone as far as to pitch fits over her ideals. Speaking of fits, Celine is known to be well bratty when pushed passed her limited kindness. Tantrums, full of profanities and loud screaming, all told stories by the twins but almost never seen. Those who attempt to separate Celine from her close friends, or hold her back, however, often get a full frontal view of her waving fists and horrendous shrieks.

Compared to her brother, who is quite belligerent and impulsive, Celine likes to consider herself 'stable'. Though reckless Celine relies mostly on her thoughtfulness to stay afloat in situations. She doesn't possess her brother's strength nor verbal confidence, so instead of fighting her way through a pickle she'll try and think of a way around it.

|History|

|Family|

Ambrose - Celine adores Ace. She would do anything for her older brother, and she loves him regardless of his awful work ethnic and general disdain for school and 'the system'. Though Celine often finds his over-protectiveness to be a bit crazy at times, she appreciates his efforts to care for her. She will often try to help him study, and can get quite stern with him when he comes home after doing something dangerous or stupid, but in the end it's all out of love.

|Theme Song|

On Melancholy Hill - Gorillaz
_{"Up on Melancholy Hill
There's a plastic tree
Are you here with me?
Just looking out on the day of another dream"}

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My Superpower

|Power Name|

Sensory Deprivation

|Power Description|

Celine is able to numb/decrease the senses (sight, taste, hearing, feel and/or smell) of others temporarily.

|Abilities|

Celine, when she is in close contact with someone, is able to slowly take away the senses of that person. Usually she must be able to touch the person to take away their sense, and the effects take a few moments to set in, but they usually last for a long while (or until Celine is out of the surrounding area). While she is able to deprive senses, she is not able to restore, and certain senses take longer to fade or come back. To use her power Celine must have immense focus and patience as focusing in on certain senses can be hard to imagine without proper visualization. Those who have lost their sense of touch will essentially feel numb, those who lost hearing go deaf briefly, ect. ect. Every effect is temporary and the timing is based fully on Celine's concentration at the time of infliction and mental state.

|Drawbacks/Weaknesses|

- Causes migraines if used too often
- Effects fade instantly if Celine is put out of commission
- Unable to use on herself
- Must have skin-to-skin contact
- Sometimes unable to control which senses go
- May accidentally use power when touching someone
- She will, at times, lose feeling in her hands or feet.

Gloria Torres

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“Las paredes oyen.”
- Gloria

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The Basics

|Name|

Gloria Angel Torres

|Nickname|

Gio, Angel, Glo, Ria, ect. Gloria is prone to having many nicknames, but she prefers Gio to most of them.

|Birth Date|

05/05/96

|Age|

19

|Gender|

Female

|Sexuality|

Bisexual

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In The Mirror

|In Depth Appearance|

Gio is a youth with what most call natural kind of beauty. Her face is heart-shaped and small, and often hidden behind her wildly messy brown hair. Her lips are full, nose small, and eyes just the perfect amount of "bored" to warrant her being some kind of model. Thick eyebrows furrow when frustrated, and her expressions usually range from bored to annoyed within a few moments. Despite her expressive face, however, she is surprisingly small, standing at a mere 5'3". Her body curves into countless angles, with broad shoulders, a large bust, a somewhat pudgy waist, and a big butt making up most of her proportions. She is by no means unhealthy, however, as she has toned most of her body with the help of lacrosse and running around the city.

Though she often goes makeup-less, those from back home would know she is a fan of lipsticks and eyeliners. She enjoys feeling and looking natural, and is rather boastful about her lucky looks. Due to this, she often ends up looking like a slob. Her sense of fashion is generally on the poor side due to her family's circumstances, but as of late she has been stuck in a muted gray uniform, as given to her by the government facility.

|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|

Gio's ears are heavily pierced; she has three lobe piercings on each ear, one industrial piercing, and one conch piercing. On her left wrist in a fancy cursive font the words "Las Paredes Oyen" can be seen, and she has a small coqui tattoo on her ankle.

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Getting to Know Me

|Likes & Dislikes|

✔ Animals
✔ Science, especially Zoology and Biology
✔ Lacrosse
✔ New York City
✔ Choir/singing
✔ Musical theater
✔ Freedom
✘ New places/people
✘ Animal abusers
✘ Makeup
✘ Reading
✘ Expressive, fired-up people
✘ Being restrained
✘ Drugs

|Hobbies|

Lacrosse || Acting and Singing || Feeding local animals

|Habits|

Chewing on her hair || Clenching her fist || Picking fights

|Fears|

☠ Fire, being burnt alive.
☠ Clowns.
☠ Being stuck in a small, enclosed space.
☠ Loosing her family.

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Delving Deeper

|Personality|

♦ Intelligent ♦ Selfless ♦ Blunt ♦ Abrasive ♦

|History|

Born in the bustling city of New York, Gloria grew up knowing how to deal with dark places and dark people. Her mother, Lisa, was a Puerto Rican-born immigrant who barely spoke English, and her father, Latif, was born and raised in New York despite his family's middle eastern origins. They were a happy family, living in the middle class section of Brooklyn with Lisa's mother and Latif's brother. Gloria grew up with a love for all living things, and she was in her senior year of high school when her powers came.

After taking some time to shoo a cockroach from her apartment, Gio was frightened by a falling vase, and in an act of self-defense she changed into a cockroach and hurried to safety. Gloria, once she was certain she had the power to change her shape, went on to study about it and learn how to transform safely into a few other forms. Her downfall was when she had tried and failed to control the form of a dog. Following her instincts then, she had run around New York causing havoc until she was picked up by NYC Animal Control. After an hour of sitting in a cage, Gio managed to calm down and transform back, and in fear of her powers the NYCAC turned her into the police.

The rest is, of course, history.

|Family|

Latif Azzi Torres (Father, 38)

Lisa Torres (Mother, 34)

Jennifer Torres (Grandmother, 65)

Hassan Azzi (Uncle, 33)

|Theme Song|

Stupid Intruders - The Vincent Black Shadow
_{”You don’t see me, you think you see me,
But I’m rabid and hibernating simultaneously.”}

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My Superpower

|Power Name|

Animal Shapeshifting

|Power Description|

The power to transform into animals.

|Abilities|

Gloria has the ability to shapeshift into any animal she has seen in person after she received her powers. Luckily Central Park Zoo had only been a few taxi hops away, but despite her viewing countless creatures she has only been able to fully control five forms; a bear, a cat, a pigeon, a cockroach, and a common frog. When in these forms, Gloria is able to utilize their pros and cons and can control how long she lasts within each of the animal bodies. If she attempts to morph into a form that she is not completely aware of/in control of she may lose herself to animal instincts however and so she simply relies on the five forms she has control of.

|Drawbacks/Weaknesses|

- Unable to speak any human language while morphed.
- Will return to her original form is knocked out/sleeping.
- May not be able to control herself in certain forms.
- Must see the animal in person before she is able to transform.
- If she stays in a form for an extended period of time she may lose herself to animal instincts.
- The process of changing is somewhat painful.

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Hunter

"Life and death and love and birth and peace and war on the planet earth."
-Steven Universe

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Name:

Hunter M. Richards

Nickname:

- Richards
- Marie

Birth Date:

1/28/98

Age:

17

Gender:

Nonbinary (She/Her pronouns)

Sexuality:

Pansexual

Relationship Status:

N/A?

Classification:

Senior

Role:

Head Artist

In Depth Appearance:

Standing at about h'8" and weighing an unhealthy one hundred and twenty-five pounds, Hunter is slim, tall, and knows how to show it off. Despite using she/her pronouns, Hunter is nonbinary, and this is shown off through her varying outfits, use of makeup, and vanishing curves. Her face is angular, with lush lips, a narrow nose, and large blue eyes, which contrast well with her short, ever-changing hair. She has a very androgynous build, with fair, easily tanned skin and many bruises and blemishes from drunk adventures and childhood mishaps. Her arms, back, and torso are covered with many colorful tattoos, most referencing very old, nerdy TV shows and bands. Normally binds her breasts despite having very little curves.

Band shirts, sweatpants, skinny jeans, and loose tank tops fill her closet, and there are very few dresses and skirts. To more formal events she dawns dress shirts and sweater-vests, and thanks to her growing interest in fashion she always matches. When not prancing off to a party or lurking around the mall with friends she dresses like a slob, throwing on willy-nilly as an attempt to stay out of the nude. Normally wears contacts, and at night can be seen wearing very round glasses.

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"When there's no cops around, anything is legal!"

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Habits | Quirks | Oddities

• Never wears matching socks
• Is vegan
• Smokes
• Is literally the worst driver ever
• Snorts when laughing

Hobbies:

• Painting/drawing/sketching/ect.
• Pen drumming/flipping
• Scrapbook-ing
• Playing with fire

Likes:

• Art
• Indie bands and folk music
• Cartoons
• Driving
• Sci-fi anything
• Musical theater

Dislikes:

• Pottery
• Action movies
• Smoking
• Fantasy-themed anything
• Empty air/silence
• Math

Fears:

• Creepy crawlers (snakes, bugs, ect.)
• Tight spaces
• Losing her eyesight

Personality:

♦ Loyal ♦ Cynical ♦ Fun-loving ♦ Cold ♦

While on the surface Hunter appears sweet and friendly, often coming up to strangers with a wide smile and friendly tips, she is far from being a king soul. With a biting wit, a sailor's mouth, and devilish eyes, Hunter often approaches others with an insult already in mind. Rather mischievous and childish, Hunter often pulls practical jokes towards those she deems worthy, and despite always getting caught she just can't stop making them, finding even the most mundane attacks to be hilarious in some manner. Though she is quite talkative, Hunter has few close friends, finding that her mind simply has problems trusting people easily. Due to her cynical mindset, after her initial friendly greeting she will slowly grow more and more abrasive the longer the conversation goes on, until eventually she just runs off to cool down.

An art student before everything else, Hunter has a very vivid imagination, which is evident in most of her more fantastical pieces. Despite being very invested in her school work, Hunter is far from smart, and relies more on her keen eyes rather than her brain in classroom environments and stressful situations. School never really clicked with her, and because of this she is a rather bad student in classes that do not involve art in some way. Idiocy in the classroom aide, Hunter can be considered very adept on the streets and knows her way around even the most sketchy-feeling areas. Open-minded, Hunter is always open to ideas and questions, and has many strong liberal views despite hating politics to death.

Thanks to growing up in a rough neighborhood, Hunter had once taken part in many fist fights and verbal arguments, and though she rarely has the need to now a days she always remembers her father's fighting advice. With her strong eyes and sharp tongue, Hunter really does appear to be some sort of ruffian at first, one who can handle themselves under pressure, but in actuality she is quote fragile mentally. If too much stress is put on the skinny lad's shoulders she will easily snap and end up fleeing to hide away from everything causing her grief. Hiding her fears and insecurities is something Hunter does very well, so when she finally lets everything spill out it is nearly unbearable. To keep situations lighthearted and not worrying, Hunter cracks jokes, most being particularly dirty, and tries her best to keep everyone smiling. Her pseudo-optimistic attitude is only rivaled by her cynical and cold personality when she is near untrustworthy people. Thanks to her upbringing (and her father), Hunter a very crass way of speaking, and despite being kind of bitchy to those she had met a few times already, HUnter tries to act as kind as her mind will allow.

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"Wubba lubba dub dub!"

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History:

Born to a rather successful studio artist and a thespian, Hunter grew up in a decent flat in NYC. Known as 'Marie' back then, the young child spent most of her days watching her father paint, and as the many canvases filled with strong lines and colorful paints, inspiration began to bloom in her head. With her father's guidance, Marie began building up her artistic skills with various paintings and drawings, and she was often taken out and about the city to learn about techniques that could be seen in real life. Marie's upbringing was mostly based around her father and his articulate yet abrasive ways of showing her the world, and because of this she grew into a child with a sharp eye and a sharper tongue.

In her second to last ear of middle school, Marie's parents had a sudden falling out, leaving the poor child in the dust as she watched her father attempt to gather the shambles of his life. A year passed, and the divorce had been such a mental block for Marie's father that he decided to simply move far, far away from the source of his worries. Marie, of course, followed him all the way to California, and she entered Beverly Hills High School with her head held high and her lips drawn tight. As a freshman, she felt rather left out and alone, and she was quickly diagnosed with depression and gender dysphoria after having a break down in the girl's locker room.

Marie's sophomore year was spent looking for herself, and while out and about with her dad one day her eyes settled upon one of the most beautiful people she had ever seen walking passed them on the sidewalk. They were completely androgynous and confident, and that inspiration that filled Marie's gut as a child once again bloomed. That same night, she searched through countless pages of genders until she found a term that fit her perfectly. Nonbinary. The rest of her sophomore year was spent transforming herself, changing herself, until eventually she entered junior year not as 'Marie', but as 'Hunter'.

The rest of her high school career leading up to the present was spent in art rooms and parties. Feeling more comfortable with her body, Hunter became confident enough to start flirting and gaining closer friends, and thanks to her father's understanding nature whatever worries she had left all seemed to fade to the back of her mind. Her plans for senior year are simple: paint more and have fun, and damn is Hunter going all out to achieve her goals.

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"If dreams can't come true, then why not pretend?"

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Extracurricular Activities:

• Art Club
• Theater Club
• Acts as a volunteer helper for art teachers in various elementary schools

Extra:

Anything on the new P!aTD album

Theme:

Awkward Conversations - The Front Bottoms
_{And I wish I could pretend to be
All of the things you think you see in me
But I am not that guy, that guy just left
He had his collar up and there was smoke on his breath}

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"I'm made of love."

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For: Salem Witches' Institute

Chris Abbott

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“Have no fear of perfection - you'll never reach it.”

– Salvador Dali

<sub>'If hairs be wires, black wires grow on his head'

A wavering presence bodes well with the attention-fleeing Chris. A body much too forgettable to notice, a being that is easily left behind in a variety of pretty faces. Chris is lean, short and fit enough to appear healthy despite the days he may go without eating out of stress. Haggard lines, gaunt and ghastly, coat his waist and thighs, various stretch marks and scar from childhood bullying and scraps, and all are hidden below sweaters and shirts of dim colors. He is far from a brute, in fact he is more akin to a caffeine-craving thespian, one who dances and sings instead of runs and jumps for fun and spends his other days lounging out under some tree starving and sleeping the afternoon away.

Curling hair is kept short to his head out of necessity, and is black in color and wiry in texture. His eyes gleam out beyond heavy-lidded bags, a startling pale blue against his tanner skin and dark locks. Prominent lips, a solid nose, and broad eyebrows make up the rest of his appearance, though everything is normally hidden behind veils and hoods. Chris is handsome, but at the same time not. A well-sculpted face but eternal frightened expression confounds most viewers, and due to his one-answer attitude and meek personality most end up expecting nothing new from the shy boy. Sleep has since been cruel to him, and most days leave him with dark eyes and gaunt cheeks.</sub>

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N A M E

Christian Amr Said Abbott

N I C K N A M E

"Chris" – Self-explanatory

B I R T H D A T E

Janurary 21st, 1998

G E N D E R

Male

A G E

Eighteen

B L O O D S T A T U S

Muggleborn

S E X U A L I T Y

Closeted Homosexual

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H O U S E

Warren

Y E A R

Seven

E L E C T I V E S

• Divination
• Alchemy
• Study of Ancient Runes

B E S T C L A S S E S

• History of Magic
• Potions

W O R S T C L A S S E S

• Defense Against the Dark Arts
• Herbology

C L U B S

• Choir
• Divination Club

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B O G G A R T

A crowd of strangers.

P A T R O N U S

Owl
_{The patronus of an owl symbolizes a strong aura of wisdom, and individuals with it shine intellectually. They are not very social people, but they tend to be very admired for the impression their blatant knowledge of the world. Others tend to be comfortable going to these persons for advice, because they know they are trustworthy. They enjoy this reputation, as they love having the ability to steer others into the proper direction. Common in bird patronuses, the owl has a strong spirit that gives them a freedom to do as they please, with little interference of the opinion’s of society. Source.}

A M O R T E N T I A

Pine trees, leather-bound books, hot chocolate.

W A N D

Willow | Unicorn Tail Hair | Swishy | 10"

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L I K E S

• Reading
• Magical studies
• Sweets
• Singing and dancing
• Teaching himself new things
• Perfecting something
• Good grades

D I S L I K E S

• Failing at anything
• Sports
• Dark magic
• Girls ("They're scary!")
• Large animals
• Aggressive people/intimidating people
• Sudden, loud noises

H A B I T S

• Voice changes pitch when emotional
• Hums or sings show tunes when nervous or bored
• Stares at his feet, even when in a conversation with someone

H O B B I E S

• Musical Theater
• Studying
• Crying himself to sleep

F E A R S

• Drowning
• Something grabbing his feet or ankles in the middle of the night
• Failure
• Being observed
• Crowds

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P E R S O N A L I T Y

Meek. The perfect word to describe Chris Abbott. Words are often lost to his shy tongue, thrown into a vast world of unknowing and fear due to anxiety and insecurities. Chris is quiet, but not because he like being quiet, rather the reason is more akin to him being terrified of others. He hates the idea of verbal arguments or insults, and as such he keeps himself withdrawn and wordless until he is with others he knows. Countless past mishaps have lead up to his generally anti-social behaviors, and while he hates this part of himself to no end he has no true desire to fix it.

Curiosity is Chris' driving force. It keeps him focused and well-read, as well as busy. He is a true intellectual, one who seeks out answers only to be fine with finding more questions. With all his introvert-gained free time he has spent countless hours reading and researching things that may drive him mad with unanswered ideals. His curiosity may insight some recklessness at times, however, and those close to Chris often have to convince him when not to chase down an answer. His thirst for knowledge also makes him quite studious, and due to his he has memorized countless potion recipes and spells just to have for a rainy day. His brains would make him the best choice for a tutor, but his quick lips and shy stares obviously wouldn't cut it for that job.

Despite his anxious self, Chris has shown moments of true bravery when faced with the thought of someone he loves getting hurt. He is selfless, able to throw himself in the way of danger just so someone else could make it out okay. Bravery comes in short bursts for him, but when it does all logic is thrown out the door in favor of an emotional response. Speaking of, Chris considers himself a logical person. He relies on facts to make opinions, and if not for the more thoughtful side of him he would easily fall into a routine of crying or complaining every day of his life. Underneath that logic, of course, is the emotional side of Chris. The side that cries out in sadness when he makes a single mistake, and the side that punches a wall in rage when his perfect streak is finally broken. Chris' relies on perfection to feel good about himself, and when he fails he may fall into an intense, few-days-lasting depression. Tears are no unknown feat for him, and he is often chastised by his friends or family for crying so easily.

H I S T O R Y

Chris was born into a middle-class, Egyptian family in Pittsburg, PA. His father was a kind man, air-headed but knowledgeable, and he worked as a university professor in the liberal arts department. His mother stayed at home most days and cared for him and the house, and though she was a bit fiery Chris remembers her as being quite a caring mother. He grew up meekly, often pushed through bullies in school and tried to keep his head low, because he knew something was different with him. He knew he wasn't like the other kids. And the other kids knew as well. They pulled at his pants in the halls and tripped him in the aisles in class, and Chris kept it all hidden from his folks, deeming them already too stressed with their own lives to worry about him.

His first instance of magic came when the fifth grade bullying became a bit too rough. He had been punched full on in the face and, in a moment of panic, he set the grass around him alight. The boys ran off in fear, and Chris was left stupefied by the sudden flames around him. Curiosity and fear made him sought out answers, and he researched through countless books and online sources until he eventually brought his new found abilities to his parents. They were confused, but still as caring as ever. His mother grew much more protective of him, and his father also began to look into his powers until the first letter came.

Salem Witches' Institute. Chris read through the acceptance letter ecstatically, but his parents seemed wary.A bit of convincing showed them how this could help him, and eventually Chris was sent off to his first year with cheap robes and a wand that seemed made just for him. The rest of his years leading up to his current were full of quiet moments and intense research. He caught on quickly in classes, finding that the topics taught were much more interesting then real muggle schooling, and he has since made his mark on the school with his high scores and emotional, oddly quiet ways.

F A M I L Y

Amr Said Abbott (47) - Chris' extremely supportive and extremely dimwitted father. He is a man who was once very agile but has since been plagued with the illness of age, an illness that has since taken away his ability to walk without an aid. Chris loves his father to death, even if his constant questions and mistranslated wordings get a bit annoying after some time. Amr bears the most resemblance to Chris save for his pin-straight, light brown hair and dark eyes.

Mona Hanan Abbott (45) - Chris' short, fiery mother. She is fiercely loyal to her family and even more loyal to secrets, and after Chris discovered his powers she vowed to keep hims safe and happy despite them. Her constant coddling, however, may be the reason for Chris' emotional and shy ways. Mona shares Chris' black, curly hair and bright eyes.

F A M I L I A R

A crow named Thalath. Chris found him a few years before coming to Salem and the two have been inseparable ever since. Thalath is incredibly clever and witty and seems to have gotten his Chris impersonation down to a tee. Thalath spends most of his time in Chris' dorm or flying out and about the Salem campus looking for food, and often times students will use him to locate carrion and other rotting items for homework, potions, or just to play with.

T H E M E S O N G

The Trick to LIfe – The Hooisers
_{You'd kill for answers but learn to live with,
Questions, Who what why how and if,
I'll sit back detached tear our your hair,
Oh but on the contrary...}

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• Baritone in Choir
• Treasurer for the Divination Club
• Speaks Arabic as well as English fluently

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For: For Queens and Country

Mona

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| Name |

Mona

| Date of Birth |

Forgotten

| Gender |

Female

| Sexuality |

Homosexual

| Occupation |

Forgotten

| In-Depth Appearance |

"Huh, what? I do not look like the Mona Lisa!"

Faceless at first glance, bland at the next. Mona is not particularly eye catching, to say the least. In her after-life she has assumed the often forgettable body of a ghost, appearing almost translucent and formless in certain lights. Even when her ghost-ness isn't notable, she is rather stark, baring the usual pale skin and dark hair of most Londoners. Full lips and white cheeks are often pulled back into a spacey grin, even if she has no reason to smile, and those close enough to view her face would be able to count the gathering of light freckles that bridge over her nose.

If there were anything to notice about Mona, it would probably be her eyes. From afar they aren't much, just a dull hazel, but when hit by the light they burst into a mixture of blue and brown. Expressions and her true feelings play easily through her eyes, though she has yet to realize this fact about herself. Everything else above her face, from her gentle jaw to her wide forehead, is framed by a dark bob and hidden way behind bangs. Due to her ghost nature, every part of her body, excluding her eyes, is monochromatic.

Mona is of average height, standing a mere five feet and four inches off the ground when standing, though she often floats a few extra inches to give the illusion of height. Of course, she is weightless, and even if she did have some depth it wouldn't be much due to her frail, thin figure. Her fashion sense is wildly uneventful, jeans, work boots, and graphic tees make up most of her after-life and she really wouldn't have it any other way.

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| Personality |

♦ Spacey ♦ Forgettable ♦ Dishonest ♦ Heart of Gold ♦

To describe Mona in words would be like giving a verbal personality to the wind itself. They both blow in and out of places with a single gust, sometimes silent, sometimes howling, always chilling. Those who are able to catch the breeze, perhaps by seeing the kicking up of leaves or the rustling of the branches above, are not often humbled or impressed by it. This very feeling goes towards Mona as well. She is unnervingly stark at first glance, so easily forgettable that most probably don't even mindlessly dream of her face like they would with other strangers. And her quiet, spacey attitude definitely doesn't help her blandness. She seems to find much more enjoyment in daydreaming than the ever sought human interaction most crave. Her mind, after all, is much more colorful than the dreary streets of London will ever be.

Just because she is flighty doesn't mean Mona is emotionless. On most occasions where she is surrounded by good vibes and good friends she can be particularly smiley, often laughing at nothing at all just to enjoy the feeling of laughter. Happiness is her favorite emotion, and even when she is feeling glum Mona would never allow another soul to know. Her sadness is her own, her rage is her own. The wind would never let others in on its sorrow, and Mona is the same way. The wind is solitary and lonesome, and so is Mona. But she doesn't mind it, there are times when she in fact adores to be alone. When she daydreams or sleeps, when she is cleaning or singing too loudly to her music, those are her loneliest times as well as her happiest.

Rage is an emotion Mona doesn't feel often, but, like a brewing storm, everything that annoys her in life is often stored away to be expelled later in a variety of slurs and floating objects. Her sorrow forms in similar ways, with huffed sighs and gales that come from nowhere. Mona, again, dislikes showing off negative emotions, and because of this she has developed an unhealthy habit of going completely mute when feeling bottled up. She will take out her emotions when alone, either by screaming in an empty room or crying into a pillow she can barely grab. Mona is a storm of a dead-person, even if she hates to think of herself that way.

| Likes & Dislikes |

✔Tarot cards, palm reading, dream reading... Basically anything occult.
✔Daydreaming (of a better world or day, usually)
✔Graffiti, both viewing and creating.
✔Spacing out, lazing around, sleeping.
✔Daytime television (especially soap operas)
✔Listening to others talk
✔Acting Lying
✔Birds and bird watching.
✘Cats AND dogs ("they're bloody frightening!")
✘Darkness, especially in enclosed rooms.
✘Horror movies, romance movies, movies in general really.
✘Mediums. They're noisy.
✘Police and other forms of authority.
✘Elderly people.
✘Food and watching/hearing people eat said food
✘Cloudy days.

| History |

dark dark dark dark dark why is it so dark

please help me

im scared

it hurts

dark dark dark

bang

Mona woke up one day on the floor of an abandoned house with a simple case of amnesia. She was nameless, aching, and alone, just like the house she was left behind in. Days turned to weeks, and she prowled through that empty house with no rhyme or reason, moaning and groaning over her aching head. She moaned so loud that, apparently, it attracted the attention of another person. Well, another ghost, a ghost who introduced themselves as 'Luce'. Luce, after failing to get a name out of her, gave her the nick name Mona and then went on to explain her situation.

Needless to say, the new discovery of her now dead state stunned and angered Mona. She eventually left the house behind and found herself wandering the streets of London, rediscovering familiar but still fuzzy street names and faces, old fears, and so much more. Time was at a stand still for her, until she happened upon Edgetoun. Friendly spirits and supernaturals alike attracted her to stay, and she has been living in a small loft with two mediums ever since.

| Family |

Forgotten

| Strengths |

• Generous
• Unassuming
• Dreamer

| Weaknesses |

• Dishonest
• Stark
• Easily frightened
• Lazy

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| Theme Song |

Ghosting – Mother Mother
_{”I won't put white into your hair
I won't make noises in your stairs
I will be kind and I will be sweet
If you stop staring straight through me”}

| House Number |

25B Faraday Heights

| Extra Information |

Doesn't really understand much of anything. Mona is basically relearning life during the course of this rp.

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Faron

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| Name |

Faron "Fay" Beryl Romane

| Date of Birth |

October 31st, 1997

| Gender |

Male

| Sexuality |

Bisexual

| Occupation |

Cashier at his mother's shop Blue Lily, Lily Blue. Faron also does a variety of odd jobs just for the experience.

| In-Depth Appearance |

He's the Witch's son, the Witch's son, the Witch's son!

At least, that's what everyone call hims. Faron often rolled his eyes at the name because, a) it was true, and he couldn't change it, b) there were more witches in the world than just his mother, and c) he couldn't see how he could be insulted by such a thing. Faron's witch of a mother blessed him not only with innate spiritual abilities but stunning features and a dazzling attitude towards life. His father though, a faceless man to him, left behind for Faron a strong jaw and broad shoulders. This combination of genes presents itself through Faron in alien ways.

Hair once kept mousy and short has since blossomed into an ever crazed mane around Faron's face. He normally keeps his hair tied behind his head, and though he complains about it getting in his eyes or mouth during his work hours he wouldn't dare cut it. It manages to frame his strong-jawed face just in a way that makes him attractive.... At least, that's what his mother says. Days spent sleeping in the sun has gifted even a London-born witch like himself an averagely healthy skin tone and quite a few freckles that are only seen in certain lights. Faron's face is held expertly together with nerves and skin and bone, painted in such a way that he could appear quite girly to certain eyes. Strong cheek bones and full lips are the main basis for this illusion. Luckily for him, though growing facial hair is no issue, and this alone is enough to give him the look of a grizzled, normally high hiker.

Faron is tall, standing high above most at a healthy 6'4". He keeps his weight under wraps, though most assume he is well over 150lbs. Due to his interest in adventuring through green groves and hidden alleyways, Faron is often caught with bruises and cuts on his arms and legs, and scabs coat his knees like some kind of sick ornaments. Clothing wise, Faron prefers comfortable t-shirts and skinny jeans. Muted rainbows and stripes are his favorite designs.

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| Personality |

♦ Spiritual ♦ Air-headed ♦ Obsessive ♦ Genuine ♦

"Oh, that Faron! What a bloody idiot!"

"Wouldn't a fuckin' Witch's son be smarter?"

Faron has been called an idiot through most school life, and for good reason. He trips over his own two feet, asks the most obvious of questions, and gawks in confusion when other people realize his stupidity and make fun of him for it. He has since grown out of his initial obliviousness (kinda) once he realized he had inherited some of his mother's magic. A wish to hone his skills has led him to studying, long and harder for hours a day, and this new practice gave him some cleverness and some skills to use against others. Sadly, he is still a bit of an airhead, and still the clumsiest being in the world.

Around friends and family Faron is quite kind, acting as a sort of mother figure. He worries for the sake of others and always seems to have whatever they need in his wallet, band aids and painkillers included. Being the son of Opal Romane gave him this carefulness, perhaps, because she is as motherly as they come. Faron himself learns things through experience, and growing up with such an overbearing parent rubbed off on him quite cleanly, giving him the skills of a house wife and the worries of a flighty mother hen. If anyone is in need, Fay will be there, bringing a smile and advice and anything they could use in their life because that is how much he values others. Life is life, no matter how weak or powerful it is.

When it comes to his studies, Faron is extremely studious and closed-minded. He could spends day alone in his room, enthralled in the studies of some long dead witch, obsessed with gaining the skills they possessed. The pressure of the witch community and his mother has led him to study the arcane arts to a dangerous degree. He has attempted spells using his own blood and flesh, which ultimately ended up with a few house fires and ever lasting scars. This obsession has been deemed unhealthy by both his mother and the various doctors he was assigned to visit, and this simple fact can make him a bit irritable. His usual chill persona can shift if someone gets in the way of his studies, and he has been said to actually get mad at those who dare interrupt him. And a mad Faron is a rare and frightening sight to see.

Other than all that, Faron is a cheery individual. He is kind to strangers and friends alike and is more than willing to help those in need. He can be a bit overbearing, but that is just his nature. Fay is hopeless air headed and clumsy, and normally high if out and about for no particular reason, but that's fine because it's who he is, and nothing can change that.

| Likes & Dislikes |

✔Candles, scented or not. Likes to watch the flames flicker.
✔Gems, stones, rocks, anything that can hold energy really.
✔Animals, especially cats and corvids.
✔Bathing (with homemade bath bombs!)
✔Smoking, mostly marijuana, sometimes just regular cigarettes.
✔Spiritual anything, music, clothes, books, ect.
✔Studying magic, mostly clairvoyance because of his mother.
✔Crowds, friendly people in general.
✘Technology, he can't understand it.
✘Planes, trains and automobiles! He's terrified of all loud, big, mechanical objects.
✘People who insult his loved ones.
✘Skeptics
✘Sudden, loud noises.
✘Overly excited people, they tire him out.
✘Thinking of his future.
✘His own magic, his own dreams.

| History |

Faron was brought into this world without a father and with a sense of hope, because he was Opal Romane's son. Opal, being the right-hand lady to the head of The Brithonic Coven, gifted Faron first with the idea of being some kind of popular figure head in the future, and the the thought of having powers similar to her's. Clairvoyance, to see the future. Faron became obsessed with the idea of being like his mother, beautiful and powerful, but as he grew older he realized he had another kind of magic within in.

Spirits whispered in his ears, distant voices of the dead, and knowledge unfurled in his mind as he grew into his teen years. He wasn't a clairvoyant like his mother, but a medium. A portal for the spirits around them all. And not only were his powers unwanted but they were also difficult to control. He lost sleep listening to those distant voices, and accidentally summoned a few poltergeist typhoons to classrooms where he was feeling a bit trapped.

After graduating high school, Fay spent most of his time studying the magic he could not obtain and working in his mother's shop. With his unruly powers, the other witches began to see him as nothing more than a freeloader kid. The future became a taboo subject in the Romane household. Faron spoke less and less to his mother, mind focused instead on staying calm even as the weight of everything threatened to strangle him, and then one night he said out right.

"I can't stay here. I'll suffocate. I'm moving out."

London treated him well. Being an Irish born kid, he hadn't spent too much time wandering the streets after their move a few years prior, but after he moved out it became his life goal to memorize every alleyway and street corner and shop. To be completely honest, the first week after he moved out Fay was basically homeless. He slept at friends' houses until he found a place in Edgetoun with a very pretty cop as a roommate. For now, it would do. This new life would be enough to clear his mind.

| Family |

Opal Romane, Mother (47): A woman blessed with a brilliant mind and the powers to match. She is the single mother to Faron and the proud owner of Blue Lily, Lily Blue, a popular tourist pit stop and witchy ingredients shop located just off of Piccadilly Circus. Opal herself is a master of Divination and offers tarot readings and psychic advice for a price to mortals and supernatural beings alike. Faron loves her more than life itself, though there are times she can be a bit overbearing as most mothers are.

| Strengths |

• Gentle
• Honest
• Maternal

| Weaknesses |

• Impatient
• Clumsy
• Weak constitution
• Stubborn

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| Theme Song |

Home – AlicebanD
_{”Coal flicker candles swelling
Thoughs come of fire burning
Everything you made will end up broken”}

| House Number |

5631 Spruce Ave

| Extra Information |

Carries around charged herbs and stones for good luck. He often passes them out to others if he senses they have bad juju. Fay is also a hardcore vegan, though he doesn't let others know too often.

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For: Wolves of Red Lake

Rudy

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| Name |

Rudy Kyle Huntington

| Date of Birth |

May 23rd, 1998 (Eighteen)

| Gender |

Male

| Sexuality |

Bisexual

| Occupation |

He's a senior student at Red Lake High School. Being an avid fan of machinery, cars, and bikes however, Rudy has made his hobby of repairing such vehicles into a cheap-paying job. He works out of his garage on whatever projects anyone brings him for a slight price ranging from $30 up. This little endeavor of his is known around town as 'Rudy's Garage'. Accurate, no?

| In-Depth Appearance |

Rudy calls himself a 'pretty boy'. Why? Well, he was lucky to grab both ends of the gene pool by the balls and make them work for him. His father's sharp jaw and sturdy brow is off set only by his mother's expressive eyes and dainty lips. A mixture of pretty features makes up Rudy's face into a smoldering of flirtation, a kid who knows how to get what he wants. Soft, dark hair frames his face, matching the beard he usually lets grow out, and fierce eyes glare out from behind thick lashes. Rudy is attractive and he knows it, perhaps too well though, as he spends quite a long time staring at himself in the mirror if one is available.

Lean muscles stay hidden beneath a rather broad body. Rudy works out, be it at the gym late at night or in his own backyard after a long day of pretending to car about school and working on his cars. Despite his rough and tough appearance, Rudy is actually partial to a much more elegant style of staying fit: yoga. Most of those arm muscles come from handstands and upward facing dog stances! Rudy rarely works out around other people due to this, he has to keep up his cool guy appearance after all!

Besides his face, Rudy is rather short for a regular English man, standing at a mere 5'6". He tries to make a few inches with hidden platforms shoes and boots. Thank God he dresses like a tool, too, 'cause if not for all the leather jackets and tight jeans he might look like a fool with such clunky footwear.

| Scent |

Motor oil, smoke, burning rubber, Granny Smith apples, and honey.

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| Personality |

♦ Warm ♦ Confrontational ♦ Affectionate ♦ Irritable ♦

Nothing matters more to Rudy than honesty. There is something about humanity that makes him cynical, something that makes the words he hears so vague and untruthful. Without honesty what were they? Nothing but lying rats, looking for their next victim, searching for their next big lie, ready to pull the wool of Rudy's much too blunt eyes. Rudy's own life mantra is to be as honest as possible no matter the circumstance. He rarely tries to filter his words, and if he ever does it is just to lay down the truth a bit lighter than he could have. His honesty comes forward as ruthlessness at times, but some may find it reassuring that Rudy will tell it to them straight no matter what.

Rudy is known around town for his aggressive attitude and venomous tongue. He has a no-nonsense outlook on life and takes what people say to his with a grain of salt out of instinct. He doesn't mean to be awful, it's just what happens when you grow up in a poor neighborhood with a poor family that holds poor standards towards life and living. His irritable side is his most viewed one; he rarely smiles or shows kindness in public unless with friends, and even then he can be a bit blunt and mean-spirited.

The warmth and kindness hidden within Rudy can be pulled forward with honesty and friendliness. He appreciates pretty people off the bat, though if they're personalities are too fake for him Rudy will gladly throw them away, but if a regular old someone were to approach him out of the blue with a sweet smile and true words he will eventually grow to admire them. Rudy is naturally flirty, especially to his friends, and sees no issue in throwing his arm around a fella or lady if he knows them well enough. Rudy can act rather maternal around closer friends, and has a strange urge to protect those he deems weaker than himself. This warmth may be overbearing at times, but in the end Rudy really does only try his best for others, even if he doesn't physically show it.

Other than that, Rudy is a noisy racer. His old junk bucket car roars like a motherfucker late at night sometimes, loud enough to wake entire neighborhoods, and those close by will probably know he's about to start another street race. Traffic laws rarely phase him, much to the dismay of the police. Rudy is a shameless narcissist, has a habit for flirting (especially when drunk), and just can't seem to control his voice when set off.

| Likes & Dislikes |

✔Cars. Old cars, new cars, fast cars, slow cars, all cars.
✔Money.
✔Drinking, especially fruity drinks like sangria.
✔Large animals, especially dogs and horses.
✔Motorcycles; they're easier to work on and just so damn pretty!
✔Keeping busy, whether it be with friends or work. He absolutely hates sitting still.
✔Cutesy sweets, like macrons and parfaits. Both delicious AND fun to look at!
✘Automatic transmission; stick shifts are much easier for Rudy.
✘Cats, they're bad omens!
✘Karma and unlucky things in general. Rudy is extremely superstitious.
✘Bitter things like coffee (though he still downs a cup every morning for the caffeine).
✘Heights.
✘Overpriced mechanics, though now adays he hasn't had any reason to worry about them.
✘Speed limits.

| Hobbies |

• Admiring cars, working on cars, going to car shows, cars, people, cars!
• Drinking, partying, smoking.
• Yoga.
• (Secret) Baking cute sweets. His apple pies are especially good!

| History |

Rudy was born and raised in Chicago, Illinois in a crappy apartment with his father. He would have been born and raised with his mother as well, but she died from eclampsia only a few minutes after giving birth to him. That's fine though, because home life was great anyway. Rudy's father was still fit and able and they often drove across the city for hours at a time, talking and stopping at parks to play ball or admire cars. Though their neighborhood was poor and rather dangerous (they had been robbed three times before The Big Move), Rudy love it just the same, and even now looks back on it fondly.

The Big Move happened a few days after Rudy's twelfth birthday. It was a long drive, the longest they had ever been on together. Nine whole hours of old rock and a busted air conditioner and endless green trees and hills. When they finally arrived n the sleepy old town of Red Lake, PA, his father introduced it as "his home town", and then went on to explain why he had to come back. G'Maw and Pawpaw had passed away just over a year ago, and Rudy's aunt had insisted his father should move in and keep the place ship-shape because she "couldn't stand this backwards small town fuckery anymore".

So, they moved in. The house was bigger than their first apartment, and instantly Rudy became attracted to the garage, the outdoors, and every odd-looking person down on Main street. He grew up from a spit-fire pre-teen into a rough-and-tough-car-loving-douchebag, and despite his city upbringing he has managed to fit himself into the small nook of Red Lake as easily as a native could.

| Family |

Daniel R. Huntington: Rudy's bum father. Being just over 45 and already plagued with bouts of arthritis, tendinitis, and a variety of other problems, Daniel rarely goes out to converse with the rest of Red Water. He normally spends his time at home, drunk and bored in his workspace. His occupation as a translator rarely has him leave his office, so Rudy doesn't spend as much time with his as he used to. Still, the teen loves his father to death, even if he doesn't show it.

| Strengths |

• Street smarts
• Protective
• Observant

| Weaknesses |

• Sarcastic
• Aggressive
• Narcissist
• Stubborn

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| Theme Song |

Chevy Thunder – Spector
_{”Not coming back but I can't stop waiting
Give me a minute while my heart stops breaking
Give me a minute while I fix my tie
Give me a minute while I take my life”}

| Extra Information |

Rudy is normally seen in his 1969 Dodge Charger. It breaks down every other week and makes an awful roaring sound when revved, but it's fast and his, so he loves it without jest.

rules = read

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[cerozer0]

For: Guidance

King (rewritten)

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Of course I’m the best! I’m the K I N G, baby!

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║ N A M E ║

Richard Shannon King

║ N I C K N A M E S ║

King - "The name's Richard King, but most just call me King."

Shannon - The rare few who find out King's middle name often turn to it when they wish to inflict some kind of meager social wounds. He doesn't hate the name per say, it's just a bit embarrassing to respond to such a girly title.

Dick - Only his family calls him Dick. He doesn't take kindly to hearing the nickname from anyone else.

║ B I R T H D A Y ║

July 23, 1996 (20)

║ G E N D E R / S E X U A L I T Y ║

Male || Bisexual

║ O C C U P A T I O N ║

Student by day, jazz-playing, guitar-toting, open-mic hopping hooligan by night. King's parents (well, mother) send him a small allowance at the end of every month, but that doesn't stop him from going out nightly to play on street corners or in venues offering him a bit of loose change for a three song set. It's enough to keep his pockets and stomach full, plus, he gets to meet so many hot interesting people after he preforms.

║ A P P E A R A N C E ║

Pretty boys are always trouble. Always. Never trust their sly smirks and bright eyes and freckled skin. Ignore their tousled hair and slack stance and oh-so-stupid fashion sense. Pretty boys are always trouble. King is no exception to this rule. He holds an endearment for his own face because it is quite pretty. European influences blessed him with bright eyes, bright hair, and bright (thought easily burned, blemished, and bruised) skin. In reality, King has quite the baby face, with wide eyes and thin lips and just the cutest nose around, but he hides this fact with crucially grown stubble and a jaw gained from his father's side of the family. Days spent working out and a strictly vegetarian diet keeps him trim and healthy, especially in the face area.

King is tall, standing about 6'1" when straight backed and confident. He likes to think he's just the right height, being able to both tower over people as well as meet the eyes of those higher than him with a mere crook of the neck. There is a confidence that comes with loving the way you stand or sit, with loving what you can see while walking through crowds. King experiences that feel more often than not, though there are times where his back can bend in worry and his eyes can only meet the ground. Anxious times, when the world is so small that he can't bare to look above and passed it. And when he experiences these bouts of depression and self-hate, King's normally loud and musical voice is nothing more than a dull whimper.

Graphic tees, flannel, and ripped jeans are the norm for Richard King. He dresses comfortably, but often takes time to plan outfits and see which fit him the best. Narcissism runs through his veins like blood, and as such he takes care in his appearance, even for the most minimalist of occasions. Out on the town with friends? Ripped jeans, work boots, and his favorite flannels are strewn about until a decision is made (usually, three minutes before he is supposed to meet said friends). Formal party? Dude, King has suits for days. Rich kids wear rich things, after all. Fashion is a mere minuscule dot in the things King really focuses on, but when he over thinks and realizes just how hot he could be that day it's the whole world to him. Don't be alarmed if he takes more than half an hour in the bathroom, then. Because that's just how Richard King rolls.

Below all those layers, however, lies King's first secret. Bruises and scars, now old and almost forgotten, run up and down his back like a galaxy. Dead colors, muted purples and greens and blues, stand out against the pale skin. The remnants of abuse. King is said to only fuck around with people at least half-clothed, and all those old scars are the reason why. He hates them, despises them more than anything else in the world, and when he catches a glimpse of his bare back in the mirror he can't help but shiver with rage and distaste and fear. The only past influence he really shows off would be the hideous scar of his left bicep. It has since faded to a white line over the years, but he still gets a bit anxious when people notice and ask about it.

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"Time and again boys are raised to be men. Impatient they start, fearful they end."

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║ P E R S O N A L I T Y ║

The Positive:

• Romantic - To say Richard King is a hopeless romantic is like saying the sky is blue. It's true as the day, though he isn't as frivolous as those dreamy protagonists. King's romantic efforts are similar to all those drunk frat boys in colleges beyond; vague flirting leading to number getting leading to one night stands. In terms of true romance, however, King considers himself well-versed and enjoys spoiling his dates with flowers, candy, and sweet, sweet words.

• Charitable - He's a douche bag with a heart of gold, what else is there to say? He often wanders the streets of NYC with an eye out for the homeless or needy, ready to offer a dime or a slightly-kind word to them if needed. Even to friends he is very caring and generous, offering housing or a bit of cash if they're in a tight jam. He can't really help this side of him, despite his best wishes to keep such 'weakness' hidden away.

• Cunning - King is not smart in the way other people are smart. In fact, he's kind of an idiot when dealing with his Gen Ed classes, having almost failed his senior year for poor grades in math and science. He is, however, a sly fox in social situations. He thinks on his feet, moving and wondering what his next move should be in perhaps a soccer game, or an improv session, or while chatting to a flirty bartender. He's reckless in a sense that he puts others before himself, but if given the chance to think a plan out he will gladly take the offer and then some.

The Negative:

• Blunt - "What? People just can't handle the truth!" King considers his loud mouth 'honesty' and his harsh words 'the truth', despite them sometimes being just plain cruel. He's quick to point out someone's bad attitude, hair, face, ect. if they start off on the wrong foot with him. Even his friends aren't safe from his venomous observations, though they are surely toned down to save hurt feelings.

• Truculent - King is quick to anger and even quicker to fight. All that stress from home and his new found college workload comes out in the heat of an argument. In the flinging fists and shouts of agony King sees his life, spread out, leading to failure or an early death, and that just increases his aggression to an impossible amount. Try and stay on his good side, for the sake of everyone, because when King gets mad he stays mad for a good long while.

• Apathetic - That teenage cynicism has yet to leave the college-bound Richard King. When not joking around with friends or jamming out in his room King can be found emotionless, lonesome, and utterly apathetic. He has trouble discerning the emotions of himself and others, and doesn't seem to realize his many unhealthy habits and woes.

What You See:
King is boisterous and asshole-ish. A true blue douche bag to those who don't really, really know him.He brushes new people off with a bat of the eyelash and isn't afraid to talk shit to their face if he doesn't like said person from the start. His flirtatious nature is far from infectious, bordering more on annoying and endless especially when he is drunk. And, oh boy, is he often drunk. He loves a good, awful beer and despite being underage he isn't afraid to let everyone know his enjoyment of drinking. The carnivorous-looking Richard King seems to hold all the confidence an asshole frat boy should, and the only good thing people may see about him at first glance would be his unadulterated love for all things musical.

What I Know:
King is broken. He isn't... right, really. There's something off about him that many of his closer pals seem to notice. He keeps secrets hidden deep within his heart and hides the pain of them all with tiny smiles and glittering, cruel eyes. When around his closest friends he is truly cheery and honest, a generous soul with a harsh tongue and a hideously pessimistic look on the world. He tries to hide the emotions he considers weak, like kindness or sorrow, but really if you catch him in a quiet moment of vulnerability he is soft spoken and emotional.

The rage King feels doesn't seem to come on during stressful situations, instead it's like he's always prepared to scream or fight. His fists clench randomly, full of hidden vigor and venom, and his eyes often sport a dark look of disgust when he thinks no one is looking closely. This stowed rage is just a symptom of his home life, along with slight anxiety and on-off depression. He takes Prozac for all these issues and doesn't let a single soul know, because he is ashamed.

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"Never say goodbye because goodbye means going away and going away means forgetting." - J.M. Barrie

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║ D R E A M S ║

King dreams of making it big as a Jazz musician and songwriter. To hear his songs played to an adoring crowd, to live a happy life with someone else, and to ignore his past, these are all the things he wishes from the rest of his life and then some. King wants to play music forever and ever, no matter the money or fame. He just wants to do something he loves until he dies.

║ F E A R S ║

• Storms, thunder and lightning just send him into a fright for some reason. It's probably his dad's fault.
• Superstitions and urban legends, mostly due to all those chain mails he got as a kid.
• His father, the pig-headed, abusive, disastrous asshole haunts King to this day.
• Blood. More of a stressor really, but it still gets his heart pumping and lungs heaving. Again, it's probably his dad's fault.

║ L I K E S ║

• People, pretty or not. The fact that he isn't alone in the world is a calming thought to King.
• Nature. King has a secret journal where he stamps flowers and shit. It's pretty queer, but also very relaxing.
• Music. Any kind of music! All music! Jazz, blues, rock, hip hop, rap... King will listen to anything and love it unironically.
• Dogs, the bigger, stronger, friendlier, completely different version of the cat!
• Alcohol, especially bitter beers and rums. He loves the feeling of being drunk too.
• Rom-coms, secretly. Only a select few know of how he cries every time he watches The Notebook.

║ D I S L I K E S ║

• Storms, storm clouds, ect. He can't stand the east coast's rainy season especially.
• Being emotional in public, especially around people he likes/hates. There is no need to show off such weakness!
• Wishy-washy people. If they can't speak their minds then King has no time for them.
• Superstitions, black cats, walking under ladders, face-down pennies, ect.
• Talking about his home life, for good reason.
• Cold weather. It's both a pain to get through and also has the ability to damage instruments! How awful!

║ H I S T O R Y ║

Richard Shannon King was born in a quaint California town on a sunny, sunny day. His mother, Victoria King, though annoyed she had to give up precious work time to give birth, fell in love with her child the moment he opened his tiny mouth to cry, and stayed as close to him as possible throughout their time in the hospital. His father, Henry King, however, was well aware the child was not and would never be his. Because he wasn't the real father.

Because his wife cheated on him.

Tensions were high in the house as Richard grew into a spoiled young boy. His mother worked often, as mayors usually did, but whenever given a moment to breath she offered him toys and food and thoughts beyond his wildest dreams. Henry didn't take much time to admire the child. Though he was often the man in charge of the house he merely left Richard by himself, opting to instead work on his next novel that may or may not be scraped half way through development. Stress from the book led Henry to booze, and being alone with his bastard son let him shout profanities half way across the large, empty house to infect the poor child.

The first time Henry hit Richard was when he was in seventh grade, and he was caught sneaking alcohol to a friend's house on his bike. His father gave him a massive welt across his left thigh and left him sobbing in his room with only a meager feeling of guilt. Mother remained out of the loop of this abuse, that had suddenly began to continue on, because Henry threatened Richard every time he had a chance to. And Richard, fearful of his own life and his mother's life, stayed dead quiet. Focused on his music (played quietly, so his father had no reason to rush up and smack him about again), focused on his friends, ignored the pain. Ignored it, ignored it, ignored it for five whole years.

When his acceptance letter to The Mortimer School of the Arts came in, Richard was offered a way out and up. The music that so saved him from quiet nights locked away in is room could now lead him to a better, more fulfilling life. A life without his small town teen angst and his stubborn father. So, King ran far, far away from the the west coast. Because music was calling him into an unexplored world and King was ready to leave behind that small town in favor of freedom, smoggy air, and a life without Henry King.

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║ S T U D I E S║

Jazz (Major) / Songwriting (Minor)

║ A U D I T I O N ║

King walked into the room feeling quite dreamy from his pills and quite smiley despite the anxiety that plagued his heart. He settled down on the offered chair with his trusty ol' guitar, offered a wild smile, and then went into a trance as he picked through a set consisting of the songs Autumn Leaves, Cocaine Princess, and an original song he wrote called Small Town Rhythm. He left quickly and spent a good hour calming himself down in a bathroom stall.

║ Y E A R ║

First

║ H O M E ║

Upper East Side -- Apartment 2D

║ E X T R A I N F O ║

IM TRASHY AND HAVE A VOICE HEADCANON

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