Tendo

The Dark Half

«Hello there! Enjoying your drink?»

Nellia looked towards the voice where she found a man standing, smiling. She took a sip from her drink while keeping her eyes on his.

«She is. Um. I mean I am. I am enjoying my drink. Kind of. It's sweet and sour at the same time with just a hint of bitterness. Am not sure how that is possible though. Yet again, not knowing everything is all that makes it okay sometimes.»

She took another sip, bigger this time as it turned out that she liked this mysterious drink quite a lot. After that, she examined the person who adressed her for the briefest of moments, his neon green hair along with his amber eyes creating an intriguing combination.

«I think I should share my name. I got it for my birthday and it's Nellia.»

Perhaps she had more to say. Perhaps not. The deafening voice and the blast following ended abruptly every single conversation in the Hall for a few moments and she felt her curiosity peaking.
She took another sip.
That voice was stronger than humanly possible. I wonder if-

All Hell broke loose as every single window in the Grand Hall suddenly erupted inwards into a hail of sharp enough glass to cut through bone as if it was butter. Nellia didn't even flinch at the sight of it, she had already predicted the outcome. The glass's speed was too much for her, or anyone probably, to try dodging therefore standing still would statistically give her a bigger chance of surviving this event unscathed than running around frantically. Plus, on every horror movie she had seen, the runners died first. Regarding the crowd in front of her, she didn't have any hope for them. One in three would die during the hail of broken glass and the rest would suffer heavy injuries and mutilations while she doubted that the Academy was ready to face such a big medical emergency therefore many would bleed to death. The survivors then would most likely have to cope with trauma and mental issues. Afterall, the images sure to follow would be nothing less than nightmarish.

She put her hand over her cup and waited for the fallout. She'd hate it if a piece of glass or flesh fell into her drink.

And then nothing happened. Straight out of a fantasy book, some girl had saved every single soul meant to die today by creating some sort of shield around the entire crowd which destroyed the flying pieces of glass averting the massacre.

Am a bloody character in a book or something. her first thought was, such feats weren't ordinary. Or in fact they were, but in the realm of fantasy and fiction, not ordinary looking humans. She kept her gaze fixed on the girl who demonstrated such an ability, her look both terrifying and curious as if she was torn between admiring that person for how unique she was and dissecting her in order to examine her.

She took another sip. She was growing quite fond of the beverage.

The Dark Half

I'll be posting soonish.

The Dark Half

Finally posted.

The Dark Half

CTS Entrance
«Here we are.» she whispered as she entered the beautifully built College. She had received the letter quite some time ago yet the question she was most eager to ask whoever was in charge wasn't why her but how did they manage to find her and whether they were aware of her past. Her life had been... eventful at least so far and for that reason she had learned how to blend in and how to be discreet while avoiding all kinds of authorities. In fact, Doc had made sure that all files concerning her had been deleted when he took her away.

She took a deep breath before heading upstairs in search of Ivory, the dorm she had been assigned to. No thoughts, no feelings, nothing to distract her. She felt exhausted but she wouldn't let herself get in the way of perhaps having a normal college experience. Nellia wasn't sure how long she would be able to keep up that why-so-serious facade but then again she wasn't sure that the stairs she was about to follow knew how to get her where she was going.

Ivory Dorm
After a small adventure throughout most of CTS, Nellia finally found Ivory, her dorm and the place which she would call home for the foreseeable future. Full of hope and with her mind already making happy-end scenarios she went ahead to open the heavy-looking door.

«Aaaaand it's locked.»

I could pick the lock. It doesn't seem like a door capable of giving me trouble. I would prefer transforming into a hundred and eleven perfect, little, multicolored ants and simply pass under it, through the tiniest of spaces but I guess it's not possible otherwise everyone would do it. she thought as she kneeled in front of the lock which she opened within a few moments.

«Hmm... Someone has been here.» With her interest piqued she checked every door of the dorm only to find one locked too and two leading to unclaimed rooms from which she picked the less fancy one. She could say that she hated how bright everything was, how posh the whole dorm looked yet her girlish side felt like a princess. All that was missing was a tiara.

«Hello my room!» she yelled as she entered her place, a room with a bed and all kinds of luxuries. Beds weren't something she had enjoyed a lot over the last few years and a luxurious life wasn't in her priorities yet she didn't mind it at all. She threw her suitcase on the bed and started touching and examining everything around her, from the little decorative porcelain horses to the curtains which were made of something so smooth that she felt it slipping through her fingers.

«A dress? And a mask?»
When she opened the wardrobe, she had no expectations to find clothes there.

«I can understand the beautiful mask but why the dress?...»

And then she saw it, the envelope on her new nightstand.

«Umm. Right. A Masquerade Ball. I could attend... Or I could resume counting the stars...»

She put on her dress and then admired herself in front of the mirror. She knew that her physique along with her facial structure were aesthetically pleasing yet what made her stand out from the millions of beautiful people was her eyes. A deep blue one and a bright green one which at the moment stood out even more with the mask.

«I look ravishing. Ravishing is a nice word. So's viridian but I don't look viridian, that would be silly.»

With no other words she left, heading towards the Grand Hall where the ball was taking place.

Grand Hall
She didn't have any trouble finding it, afterall lots of students were heading this way, dressed as if their futures depended on it.

She entered the mostly empty of objects and somewhat filled with souls Hall quietly. The amount of others was fueling her anxiety which in turn threatened to take over. She felt her self-control disappear when thousands of thoughts flooded her at once. She couldn't plan ahead. With so many possible conversations, variables and outcomes, Nellia couldn't predict what the best move for her was.

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«Nellia listen to me.»
«Doc it hurts! It hurts so badly, i-if you just give me a moment to set some of them free!»

A sixteen year old girl threatening to cut her head open in order to let some of her maddening thoughts out was something Doc had been trained for, even if that girl was someone like Nellia O'Dell.

«Just listen to me for a moment dear. I want you to imagine boxes. As many boxes as you want with a number on each one.»
«...Yes?»
«Now I want you to put each thought into a box. The ones you-»
«I understand. Prioritizing my thoughts. Hmm. Who would have thought it. Thanks Doc, I guess I owe you one, cutting open my head could have been... troubling.»

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The memories flooded her unexpectedly as if someone or something gave her just what she needed, a watchful and uknown protector. Or simple self-preservation. Within moments she was back under control, each thought in order.

She walked towards the tables with the refreshments and grabbed something to drink. And then she simply stood. Idle and quiet, watching everyone have fun and mingle. She wouldn't approach anyone in order not to make a choice which could shape her future. She'd leave it to luck, whoever approached her would go to her according to his or her want to do so and not because the wheels of her fate demanded such a thing.

Or, a far less complex scenario, she considered approaching anyone and introduce herself, a normal social behaviour, a far too stressful and scary thing to do. She let out a whisper, barely audible yet strong enough to reach her ears despite the noise.

«Beginnings are scary.»

The Dark Half

I've really enjoyed reading your posts guys, including the mini-novel, well done. I'll be posting soon. Probably today.

The Dark Half | Character Bin

Appearance

Realistic

Standing at 5' 7'' and with a skinny build Nellia isn't a menacing figure at all. In fact, she looks more like a teen and less like an adult. Her wardrobe is full of clothes matching almost every color of the spectrum which could cause a stylist a heart attack as soon as he saw yet she doesn't think about it at all. In fact, she dresses in her own weird and wonderful way, mixing and matching colors and styles according to what she's feeling at the moment.

Height
5'8'' / 176cm

Build
Skinny

Eye & Hair Color
Heterochromia has granted her a deep blue colored left eye and a bright green right one. As for her hair, one can find every perceivable color of the rainbow on her head.

Body modifications
None

Name
Nellia O'Dell

Nickname
TBR

Gender:
Female

Age
20

Mythical Being
TBR

Abilities

1. Have not discovered
2. Have not discovered
3. Have not discovered
4. Have not discovered

Secret
TBR

Sexuality
Pan-Sexual(?)

Brief History
Nellia was born on a cold winter's day in a secluded forest of Neo Ireland where she spent the first 11 years of her life alone with her mentally ill mother who kept her away from the world in order to protect her from the humans and those who ''look and feel human yet are not'' as she always said. She doesn't know who her father is and she couldn't ask as her mother always went berserk whenever Nellia mentioned him and one day she simply stopped bothering.

They were eventually found in their small cabin and the local authorities got her mother in a clinic while she was sent to an orphanage where she kept on living until her 16th birthday when her mother passed away after a painful battle with cancer and the voices told her that it was time to go. Yes, the voices. The four years of her life following her escape from the orphanage are a complete mystery to everyone as she simply showed up one day in front of the Academy with a suitcase full of cash which she gave away to a homeless man, perfect knowledge of many languages, an ominous-looking notepad and last but not least even crazier than before.

Behavior

The following assesment was written by -REDACTED- for Nellia O'Dell as requested by -REDACTED-, the girl's -REDACTED- according to her mother, -REDACTED-.

In my 25-year long career, not once have I encountered such a weird case as this one. The subject, Nellia O'Dell, 15, could be described as the average depressed teen who resorted to drugs in order to deal with the power of her emotions and honestly that would be it. But the girl has not even once tasted the power of narcotics and spent most of her childhood in seclusion with the only one to communicate with being her mentally ill mother. Therefore, social issues should be running rampant yet that is not what makes Ms. O'Dell a danger to everyone around her and mostly to herself. I spent with her a total of 126 hours during which I got to know her better and somewhat understand the way she functions.

Nellia's mind is her greatest advantage over the rest of the world. She has shown signs of genius level intelligence, from her proven ability when it comes to games based on logic rather than luck like chess to her drawing skill which could potentially place her among the likes of Van Gogh and Picasso if only she wished so. She could be perhaps described as the harbinger of tomorrow, a child which is a prime example of what humanity still has to offer in terms of evolution as a race.

Yet, that very mind of hers is also an unprecedented horror, a time bomb. Her aloof demeanor and eccentric persona often make you underestimate her something which I can not be certain that isn't what she's after her. She is smarter than me and most of the world yet that intelligence comes along with a sadistic side, a passionate love of pure chaos and entropy, a certain lack of mercy and what each of us would consider humane, a side which takes over whenever Nellia finds herself too stressed or scared or angered to handle on her own and grants total control to perhaps a different person entirely, going by the name -REDACTED-. Many of her paintings have a certain dark form hidden in them, a body without any characteristics other than the colorful hair and am almost certain that she doesn't paint it because she wants too but because her very soul has been a battlefield since she realized her potential.

In other words, Nellia's personality could be compared to a fixed coin toss. Nine out of ten times you will get what you expect, the weird and wonderful Nellia O'Dell. But sometimes, due to the tiniest of details you get the other side, the side which has remained dormant for years upon years yet always awake, always watching for a chance to be unleashed, the side known as -REDACTED-.

My conclusion, my terrible and truly maddening conclusion, is that Nellia O'Dell should be kept away from the world or even better, killed. I consider her incapable of ever taming her brilliance and I find myself afraid of what might happen the day she wakes up and -REDACTED- has control. She was not meant to happen in our world, not yet at least.

Dr. -REDACTED-

*Note: Dr.-REDACTED- was reported missing around the same time the girl disappeared too, considering their relationship and knowing that he was guilt-ridden over his report and the decision to perform lobotomy on the subject it is possible that he had something to do with her escape.

**Note: Dr.-REDACTED- was found dead and according to the autopsy, had been dead for quite a while. He had been missing both his eyes which had been replaced by -REDACTED- and his lips had been sewn shut. Cause of death was -REDACTED-.

Pros:

-Affectionate
-Trusting
-Genius level intelligence
-Brave
-Curious
-Kind

Cons:

-Easily distracted
-Rarely serious
-Quick to anger
-A rarely exposed side of hers.
-Not quite right in the head
-The voices

Theme Song

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Is your character open for romance?
Yes

Would you like a Private Dorm Room?
No

The Dark Half | Clandestine Reboot

At last! Glad to see this got so much interest already! Regarding my CS, I'll be tweaking it a bit and re-send it once it's done.

Clandestine: Academy of the Supernaturals

Unfortunate but better than a slow death. It's great though that you're working on a reboot, am definitely interested in whatever you're planning.

Clandestine: Academy of the Supernaturals

Perhaps we could repost the Interest Check to get some new members in case our people dont come back. Summer can be difficult on RPs.

Rising: Gods Among Us

Withdrawing my interest, hope you have fun.