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[Ariel]

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Be sure to read the lore as it contains important info on the species! You can add what you want to the character sheet and make it your own as long as you have all of the information I have asked for. A like from myself means you are accepted. If you have any questions, feel free to ask either in the OOC or in a PM. While the deadline is about a week from now, if your sheet is finished and acceptable, I will accept it before then. Just let me know when you're done. I look forward to seeing all of your beautiful characters!


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Encantado (1/2)

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[Ariel]

Suri Ortega

Age: 18
Gender: Female
Orientation: Pansexual
Grade: Senior
Species: Banshee

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Height: 5'1"
Weight: 113 lbs.
Eye Color: Baby Blue
Hair Color: White
Build: Petite/Lithe
Ethnicity: German/French
Distinguishing Features: White Hair, Piercings, Heavy Makeup, Bright Smile, Gentle Gaze

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Personality: Suri's personality is something of a frankenstein's monster, like pieces from two puzzles forced together. Some things don't make sense together and really, it is because it shouldn't. Deep down, at her core, Suri is sweet and wants the best for other people. She's a bleeding heart who never wants to see anyone else get hurt and who could never imagine hurting anyone for any reason. And then there are the parts of her concerned with self preservation. If she believed others were going to hurt her, to do bad things, she would do what she had to to make them stop or to get away, regretting it all later but unable to stop herself now. A lot of her personality is tainted by childishness, as parts of her were unable to progress past certain points. She pouts if something doesn't turn out the way she hoped, might protest if she has to do something she doesn't like and is easily impressed or excited by the simplest things. Because of her errors in communication, Suri has become an open book. Her gestures and expressions have been heightened beyond normal, conveying sometimes more than just what she is feeling or a simple passing thought. Despite being able to say few things now, sometimes she'll opt for writing things down or gesturing simply because it comes more naturally to her. If she's emotional and impatient with what she wants to convey and can't seem to do so well, Suri does still become frustrated and might give up quickly.

Her interests clash as much as her personality. She's scared of horror movies and zombies but will hang out in graveyards and draw pictures of skeletons and such. She's hates being photographed but loves taking pictures. She doesn't like participating in sports or watching it on TV but may go to a sports game to support the team. She'll complain about having to write anything but will write freely given its her own conscious decision. Because of her condition, Suri can be startled easily and is scared when her outlets for communication are cut off. For example being in darkness will terrify her and stress her out because she might not be able to verbally convey what she needs to communicate. Suri also has a few ticks, usually worsened by stress. She chews on pens, straws, but can most commonly be seen chewing on her nails. Sometimes when she's deep in thought, she'll mouth words to herself or scrawl letters on surfaces or in the air with her fingertips. Silence gives her a lot of anxiety and can cause panic attacks. Bodily contact can comfort her in these situations and pull her out of her head. Suri enjoys the company of others when she feels she can trust them and might go out of her to hang out with these types of people.

Hobbies: Writing, Drawing, Photography, Reading, Playing Music/Composition
Fears: Darkness, Silence, Thunderstorms
Quirks: Due to her condition, Suri says very little and will often gesture to communicate feelings and thoughts, Chews on pens, nails, etc., Will spell out words with her fingertips on surfaces
Skills: Academics, First-Aid, Empathy, Gambling/Luck

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

History: There was once a girl named Suri Ortega. Suri was the type of girl who shone like the sun and who everyone knew. She was positive and bright. She loved sports and was a social butterfly. She was the kind of kid, other kids proudly proclaimed that they knew and that she was their friend, or the type of kid who parents and teachers said was going to solve world hunger or become president someday. Her parents and brother were so proud of the girl, although it was known they loved her unconditionally. She was a friend to all and loved being around people. She even made a best friend out of a girl who was ostracized and cried out of sheer loneliness alone during recess. The kind of girl that would get picked on and from who other kids averted their eyes. With the help of Suri, Mary Schiene bloomed into somebody who found joy in many things and rebuilt connections lost with other children. With the help of Suri, Mary learned what happiness was and what it meant to have somebody she could lean on wholly. It was always the two girls together as if they were attached at the hip. They spent almost all of their time around each other, doing things they both enjoyed. Some may have never seen such a pure friendship.

It was a sunny afternoon, the last day of fourth grade for the two girls who walked hand and hand together home. They talked about things like boys, television, movie stars, as they giggled between each other. About a mile down the road a woman drove far above the speed limit with a cigarette in one hand and a beer in the console. The shadows were prominent under her eyes. She'd just found out she'd lost her job and had to go home and explain it to her family. The woman hadn't seen the two girls so when the car approached, her foot didn't even hesitated on the gas pedal.

Suri was found with her hand still clasped onto the severed arm of Mary Schiene whom was pronounced dead at the scene of the accident. Mary had fortunately died instantaneously upon impact. Suri, who was or was not so lucky depending on who was asked was immediately rushed to the hospital. She'd struck her head not only once when the car had initially struck but again when she was thrown in the curb across the street. Her prognosis was not so good, once she had become more stabilized, they doctors would unsure if she would survive let alone ever awaken from the coma she had been put in. Her parents, they had never gave up hope. The others, the people who knew her originally sent flowers, visited and wished the best but as days became weeks and weeks, months, everyone had come to the conclusion that she would be lost. Her hospital never skipped a day visiting in the hospital and about ten months after the accident, as her father dozed off in the chair beside her bed, Suri's eyelids fluttered open.

The family gathered eagerly when she awoke, prepared to be there for their girl, but this Suri and the Suri that had gotten in the accident, they would soon find, were very different. The first problem that arose was that Suri would not, or could not, speak. She was docile, indifferent, and unresponsive to stimulus, interactions, and her environment. It was concluded that she did have permanent brain damage, something mentioned at the start of it all, and that it was a product of such. More than that, her mental state had regressed possibly years back and she would need therapy, treatment, and counseling. Suri would have to learn things like how to read and write among others things to catch up. As time went on, Suri responded to treatment and the progress became more and more rapid however her family began to notice differences. Things she had once liked such as different foods, TV shows, even colors had changed drastically. It was as if her personality had splintered and pieces were missing, filled in by something new entirely. As things progressed and she changed more and more, at one point, she suddenly hit a wall. She was on par with just about everything other kids her age were although she still could not speak properly. Along with that, there seemed to be some minor issues in communication. She was unable to convey what she wanted to efficiently nor utter more than a few words before stopping. It seemed a struggle and Suri was constantly frustrated. The path to recovery was still a long while ahead.

About a year and a half later, once recovery became more of a mental thing and less of a physical thing she was permitted to leave the hospital. Physically, her heart, which had suffered trauma would always be weaker. She would be unable to engage in strenuous activities for very long and would tire easily. Occasionally, her leg, which had been broken and shattered in some places would give her pain or cause her trouble. But these afflictions would be permanent, something the girl would have to learn to live with. Everyone held on hope however, with her other problems. After a minor adjustment period, she was sent back to school with the hopes that doing something familiar would bring back more for her. This however, seemed to have the opposite effect.

Nobody seemed to recognize her. Sure, there were whispers in the halls, she had the same name, but could the girl who couldn't even talk or play outside anymore even be Suri Ortega? The same kids and even teachers who supported her before turned their backs on her, unable to cope with the changes she had gone through. A girl who had been surrounded by friends suddenly found herself very alone. She was called names that reflected her mental obstacles and learned to avoid other people for the simple fear that they would hurt her. Instead, Suri put all of her focus into recovery. She pushed herself harder than she ever had, working to improve her communication skills and do what she had to keep up. When she hit high school, she was learning on grade levels four grades higher than her. She found love in the creative arts, learning to play music, paint, and spent a lot of her time writing as an outlet for the thoughts she couldn't exactly say. Suri always relied heavily on writing and gesturing to communicate, so even as her speech improved, she still fell back on those two things.

Still, despite everything, she still hurt inside. No matter how many walls, how much distance she put between the people that could hurt her, the simple fact that she had to fight so hard for things others achieved easily, that she still felt so lonely, it hurt her. She grasped for an outlet. She dyed her hair, wore bold make up and found a love for black clothing and metal accessories. She tattooed and pierced herself. Her family who still did all they could, supported her all the same and did their best to give her just the right amount of space she needed, even if that meant allowing her to do such drastic things at a young age. The bolder and eccentric crowd of school gravitated towards her and her unique conditions. She found friends but it still wasn't enough. Suri developed a taste for sticky fingers. Despite how well she might have been doing otherwise, she began to lash out at her psychiatrists and counselors, skipping appointments and bottling up at sessions. The teasing didn't stop and they liked to hit her where it hurts, bringing up things she never had any control over. The worst thing was Mary. Mention or thought of her sent Suri in a downward spiral causing PTSD episodes and erratic behavior.

Suri started off small, finding it fun to take small things, staplers off teacher's desks, food from the cafeteria but it soon escalated from items at convenience stores, clothes from malls, and items from various places she would visit. It wasn't stuff she wanted, most of the time, she'd return it, donate it, or throw it away. But the excitement was an excellent distraction. She started to do more and more drastic things and finally when her parents confronted her when rumors spread about their thieving daughter, she broke down, unable to really convey all of her pain and hurt, ran away from her house and found herself with her feet dangling on the edge of an overpass, her eyes fixed on the cars moving below. At the time she wasn't certain what she actually wanted or how long she had been sitting there until someone wrenched her away and she was taken away in the back seat of a police cruiser.

She was troubled and once it was found out how much she had actually stolen, it was with great regret did her parents hand her over to people who promised to have the ability to help her more than they could. Such was a lie. She stood before a judge, unable to defend herself or utter more than a murmur, before she was sentenced to attend a school across the country. The idea terrified her and as she cried out for her parents with tears in her eyes to help her, they, unable to do anything at that point, could only watch with regret as they daughter was carted away.

Other Info: Suri has been afflicted with a few mental conditions including mild Broca's Aphasia, Autism, and mild Asperger's Syndrome. Communication is difficult, so she will often carry a pen and paper as well as gesture frequently. Suri has always been drawn to graveyards and will occasionally picnic in them to pay respects to the dead. Suri is a bit superstitious, having spiritual and occultist beliefs.

 

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eBIOGRAPHY
Belladonna was born as the oldest daughter of Emilie and Francis Carter, two kind and hard working parents who loved their children and wished the best for them. They worked day and night, often taking on more than one job to support the family, as they were quite poor and in desperate need of money. The Carters often worked for rich families, mostly as cooks or drivers, which meant Belladonna was allowed to spend a large part of her childhood observing the richest families of the country and their lavish lifestyle. She grew resentful towards them, since she felt like her parents were more hard working and therefore deserved the luxurious lifestyle the other families were living. After her family began facing a horrible economical crisis following the birth of her third brother, Belladonna decided to take matters into her own hands and help her family with the money they so desperately needed.

Her first robbery was relatively easy. Her mother was working as a maid for a successful CEO, whose wife was kind enough to let her maid bring her children to work on the weekends since she couldn't afford a proper nanny. One morning, after the CEO and his wife had left, Belladonna sneaked into the master bedroom and stole some diamond earrings and a gold watch. She felt guilty afterwards, especially considering the fact she didn't dislike the couple she was stealing from, but she knew her family needed it more than ever. When it was discovered that someone had stolen something, no one suspected the seven year old angel had done it, so she was never caught and was able to sell what she had stolen for money.

This habit continued, even after stealing was no longer necessary when her father found a stable job as a receptionist. As the years passed, Belladonna became more experienced in the art of stealing, mugging, lock picking and pickpocketing, and began to enjoy it more than ever. She loved outsmarting others, the thrill of being caught, and the satisfaction of knowing she was helping her family. No feeling in the world compared to the warm tingling in her stomach when she was able to buy her siblings a toy they wanted, or when her parents mysteriously found a new TV outside their house. Belladonna, however, wanted more.

She felt she was above the law, and above petty robberies. Belladonna wanted a bigger challenge with even bigger rewards. When she turned 16, she came in contact with other teen delinquents, all experienced robbers. They formed a group, and began making more profit than they ever thought possible. Thanks to her leadership skills and cunning mind, she was made the leader, a job she took more seriously than ever before. As an ambitious person, Belladonna aimed for bigger jobs every time, which often worried her teammates who knew it was only a matter of time before they were caught. Their leader, however, didn't share their paranoia and urged them to continue. Until one night, after Belladonna sent two of the members to rob the house of a government official, they were caught by the police and taken to custody.

The other members blamed the loss of their friends on their leader, but Belladonna blamed the problem on the now-convicts rather than on herself. Thinking they wouldn't have been caught if they had followed her plan. Furious, the other members planned their revenge. Belladonna was planning their biggest and most ambitious heist yet, which involved robbing a successful department store. The day of the job, Belladonna arrived to the closed store and began picking the lock to get inside, when the police arrived, notified of the crime by Belladonna's teammates.

Since Belladonna was only seen entering the store, and they couldn't prove she intended on stealing anything, she was only accused of breaking and entering. Her parents were heartbroken to hear their little girl had turned into a criminal, but wanted her to learn her lesson to become a better person. Thus, they didn't fight when she was sent to a school for the troubled youth. While her beloved parents were hopeful Belladonna can grow and learn from the school, she only hopes the locks aren't too hard to open.

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Belladonna Carter
"Clever as de devil and twice as pretty"
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>> general​

AGE: 17
GENDER : FEMALE
SEXUAL ORIENTATION : LESBIAN
GRADE: 11TH (I THINK? DON'T REALLY KNOW HOW THE SCHOOL'S GRADE SYSTEM WORKS, PLEASE CORRECT ME IF I'M WRONG!)

>> appearance​

EYE COLOR : DARK BROWN
HAIR COLOR : BLACK
HEIGHT : 5'7
BUILD : SKINNY
ETHNICITY : AFRICAN AMERICAN
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES : A SCAR RUNNING ACROSS HER LEFT PALM.

ePERSONALITY

Belladonna is a clever and persuasive girl who likes to achieve great things and never gives up once she was a clear goal and a strong motivation. She firmly believes brains are more important than strength, something she learned from her countless fights with siblings while growing up. With this in mind, it's important to know Belladonna likes manipulating people. She likes having power, knowing she can control others by just pulling a few strings in their minds and likes messing with people just for a few laughs. Being a good liar really helps with her desire to control others, being a good actress and being able to change her entire demeanour when she had to pretend to be someone else has gotten her out of thousands of troubles. A damsel in distress? She pretend to be one. A psychopathic witch threatening to burn down the world? Same thing. She's incredibly proud of her intelligence and ability to make up elaborate plans in just a few seconds. The girl has a unquenchable thirst for knowledge and her curiosity is one of her strongest characteristics. She's an eccentric girl who doesn't mind standing up for her beliefs.

Belladonna is incredibly loyal to the ones she cares for and turns aggressive when someone hurts the ones she cares for in any way. When it comes to revenge, she's an expert. Her plans are elaborate, delicate and well thought out, and she doesn't like it when the person she was supposed to hurt leaves without any injuries. She doesn't like to act recklessly, but there are times when she just can't control her temper. The girl holds a sharp tongue, and likes to throw one or two well-thought insults every now and then. Sometimes this leads to trouble, but it's worth it. It's important to know that Belladonna is cocky and slightly arrogant, especially when she does something right.

She is by no means a serious person and tries to bring humour to every situation. Her humour is not what most people would call light-hearted and not everyone appreciates it. But for what it's worth, her dark humour has served its moments during though times when all seemed lost.
She's known for being quite open and flirtatious, often having multiple partners (sometimes at the same time). She's usually not friendly, except towards the people she truly cares about and trusts. When it comes to strangers, she has no problem interacting with them and engaging in a conversation, as she is quite the extrovert and enjoys spending time with others. She is by no means scared of adventures. In fact, she's rather fond of them.


Hobbies :
- Dancing
- Reading
- Chess
- Photography

Fears :
- Heights
- Fire
- Betrayal

Quirks/Habits :
- She tends to bite her nails
- She likes to play with her hair when she's bored or nervous


Skills :
- Can move without making much sound
- Remarkable reflexes
- Sticky fingers (Pickpocketing)
- Good liar

Weaknesses:
- Not physically fast or strong
- Has a bad eyesight and must wear contacts or glasses (nearsighted)
- Often brash or impulsive and doesn't think twice about her actions

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eExtra:
Species : Trickster
Other Info [Optional] :
-She has 3 younger siblings, 2 boys and 1 girl.

Theme [Optional] :

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Bio, personality and extras can be found by clicking the pics!

 

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Just realised the code isn't mobile friendly, so here's the uncoded version:

Spoiler: Belladonna Carter

AGE: 17
GENDER : FEMALE
SEXUAL ORIENTATION : LESBIAN
GRADE: 11TH (I THINK? DON'T REALLY KNOW HOW THE SCHOOL'S GRADE SYSTEM WORKS, PLEASE CORRECT ME IF I'M WRONG!)
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EYE COLOR : DARK BROWN
HAIR COLOR : BLACK
HEIGHT : 5'7
BUILD : SKINNY
ETHNICITY : AFRICAN AMERICAN
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES : A SCAR RUNNING ACROSS HER LEFT PALM.
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PERSONALITY

Belladonna is a clever and persuasive girl who likes to achieve great things and never gives up once she was a clear goal and a strong motivation. She firmly believes brains are more important than strength, something she learned from her countless fights with siblings while growing up. With this in mind, it's important to know Belladonna likes manipulating people. She likes having power, knowing she can control others by just pulling a few strings in their minds and likes messing with people just for a few laughs. Being a good liar really helps with her desire to control others, being a good actress and being able to change her entire demeanour when she had to pretend to be someone else has gotten her out of thousands of troubles. A damsel in distress? She pretend to be one. A psychopathic witch threatening to burn down the world? Same thing. She's incredibly proud of her intelligence and ability to make up elaborate plans in just a few seconds. The girl has a unquenchable thirst for knowledge and her curiosity is one of her strongest characteristics. She's an eccentric girl who doesn't mind standing up for her beliefs.

Belladonna is incredibly loyal to the ones she cares for and turns aggressive when someone hurts the ones she cares for in any way. When it comes to revenge, she's an expert. Her plans are elaborate, delicate and well thought out, and she doesn't like it when the person she was supposed to hurt leaves without any injuries. She doesn't like to act recklessly, but there are times when she just can't control her temper. The girl holds a sharp tongue, and likes to throw one or two well-thought insults every now and then. Sometimes this leads to trouble, but it's worth it. It's important to know that Belladonna is cocky and slightly arrogant, especially when she does something right.

She is by no means a serious person and tries to bring humour to every situation. Her humour is not what most people would call light-hearted and not everyone appreciates it. But for what it's worth, her dark humour has served its moments during though times when all seemed lost.
She's known for being quite open and flirtatious, often having multiple partners (sometimes at the same time). She's usually not friendly, except towards the people she truly cares about and trusts. When it comes to strangers, she has no problem interacting with them and engaging in a conversation, as she is quite the extrovert and enjoys spending time with others. She is by no means scared of adventures. In fact, she's rather fond of them.


Hobbies :
- Dancing
- Reading
- Chess
- Photography

Fears :
- Heights
- Fire
- Betrayal

Quirks/Habits :
- She tends to bite her nails
- She likes to play with her hair when she's bored or nervous


Skills :
- Can move without making much sound
- Remarkable reflexes
- Sticky fingers (Pickpocketing)
- Good liar

Weaknesses:
- Not physically fast or strong
- Has a bad eyesight and must wear contacts or glasses (nearsighted)
- Often brash or impulsive and doesn't think twice about her actions
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History :
Belladonna was born as the oldest daughter of Emilie and Francis Carter, two kind and hard working parents who loved their children and wished the best for them. They worked day and night, often taking on more than one job to support the family, as they were quite poor and in desperate need of money. The Carters often worked for rich families, mostly as cooks or drivers, which meant Belladonna was allowed to spend a large part of her childhood observing the richest families of the country and their lavish lifestyle. She grew resentful towards them, since she felt like her parents were more hard working and therefore deserved the luxurious lifestyle the other families were living. After her family began facing a horrible economical crisis following the birth of her third brother, Belladonna decided to take matters into her own hands and help her family with the money they so desperately needed.

Her first robbery was relatively easy. Her mother was working as a maid for a successful CEO, whose wife was kind enough to let her maid bring her children to work on the weekends since she couldn't afford a proper nanny. One morning, after the CEO and his wife had left, Belladonna sneaked into the master bedroom and stole some diamond earrings and a gold watch. She felt guilty afterwards, especially considering the fact she didn't dislike the couple she was stealing from, but she knew her family needed it more than ever. When it was discovered that someone had stolen something, no one suspected the seven year old angel had done it, so she was never caught and was able to sell what she had stolen for money.

This habit continued, even after stealing was no longer necessary when her father found a stable job as a receptionist. As the years passed, Belladonna became more experienced in the art of stealing, mugging, lock picking and pickpocketing, and began to enjoy it more than ever. She loved outsmarting others, the thrill of being caught, and the satisfaction of knowing she was helping her family. No feeling in the world compared to the warm tingling in her stomach when she was able to buy her siblings a toy they wanted, or when her parents mysteriously found a new TV outside their house. Belladonna, however, wanted more.

She felt she was above the law, and above petty robberies. Belladonna wanted a bigger challenge with even bigger rewards. When she turned 16, she came in contact with other teen delinquents, all experienced robbers. They formed a group, and began making more profit than they ever thought possible. Thanks to her leadership skills and cunning mind, she was made the leader, a job she took more seriously than ever before. As an ambitious person, Belladonna aimed for bigger jobs every time, which often worried her teammates who knew it was only a matter of time before they were caught. Their leader, however, didn't share their paranoia and urged them to continue. Until one night, after Belladonna sent two of the members to rob the house of a government official, they were caught by the police and taken to custody.

The other members blamed the loss of their friends on their leader, but Belladonna blamed the problem on the now-convicts rather than on herself. Thinking they wouldn't have been caught if they had followed her plan. Furious, the other members planned their revenge. Belladonna was planning their biggest and most ambitious heist yet, which involved robbing a successful department store. The day of the job, Belladonna arrived to the closed store and began picking the lock to get inside, when the police arrived, notified of the crime by Belladonna's teammates.

Since Belladonna was only seen entering the store, and they couldn't prove she intended on stealing anything, she was only accused of breaking and entering. Her parents were heartbroken to hear their little girl had turned into a criminal, but wanted her to learn her lesson to become a better person. Thus, they didn't fight when she was sent to a school for the troubled youth. While her beloved parents were hopeful Belladonna can grow and learn from the school, she only hopes the locks aren't too hard to open.
Species : Trickster

Other Info [Optional] :
She has 3 younger siblings, 2 boys and 1 girl

Theme [Optional] :

Done!

 

[Aura Of Twilight]

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Ephraim Anderson​

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Nickname: Eph or Eddy

Species: Hellhound

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Bisexual

Role: Student​

Grade: 11th

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[class=notes] //the transparent t box on the left and its border// [/class] Hair color: Black

Eye color: Brown

Height: 6'1

Build: Tall and lanky

Ethnicity: Japanese Amercian

Distinguishing Features: He has a strange, star shaped marking on his temple, but it usually remains covered by his hair.

[class=notes] //the transparent box on the right and its border// [/class] Hobbies: Sleeping, cloud watching, and playing chess.

Fears: Hurting someone, losing control, being abandoned, and being noticed

Skills: Good poker face, decent cook, and a good memory when he actually bothers to pay attention.

Weaknesses: Not really on the ball, has a tendency to overthink, not the best liar in the world

Quirks/Habits: He smokes when he's upset.

Relationships: ???

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Personality​

At first glance, Ephraim is a lazy, unmotivated individual whose number one activity is doing...well, nothing. He prefers to do as little work as possible, considering existence to be an accomplishment on its own, and will try to get out of anything that he considers requiring too much effort. He'd much rather sleep, smoke a cigarette, or go cloud-watching, even during an exam. He's also pretty absentminded. Tests reveal that Ephraim's IQ is practically off the charts, but getting him to apply himself is another story. Often speaking in monotone and having his hands in his pockets, he seems like a bored, unremarkable boy who will most likely not accomplish much in life except maybe flipping burgers. Those that actually take the time to know Ephraim know that isn't quite the case however. Perceptive and sensitive to others feelings, he's actually quite caring even though he doesn't show much emotion and possesses a strong moral compass, making him a loyal friend to have. He rarely loses his cool regardless of the situation. Ephraim prefers to solve problems logically and isn't one to rush head first into anything without a game plan. Overall, he's quite equanimous, although like with anyone he can snap depending on how stressed out he is.

When he gets angry though, all bets are off for Ephraim. He seems to become another person entirely, becoming very violent, aggressive, and having difficulty telling friend from foe at times. It takes awhile for him to calm down and gain control of himself, even when he's screaming in his mind that he wants to stop. This has naturally led to him being in some pretty bad situations, with the people around him being the ones that suffer the most. For this reason, he's a bit of a jerk and reclusive, definitely not being appreciative towards others who pester him, even if they are friends. He doesn't want to hurt anyone, after all. Ironically, he's also a bit of a pacifist due to this, at least when he's in control that is.

Biography​

The consequence of a one night stand between two drunk individuals who lived to party, Ephraim's early childhood wasn't a happy one. His parents separated shortly after he was born, and for as long as he can remember they argued constantly. His mother wasn't quite suited to have and raise children, preferring to party when she wasn't fighting with her ex-boyfriend, while Ephraim's father never wanted a child in the first place. It got to the point that Ephraim's mother earned full custody of her son when the boy was 6 before shortly being giving him up to a foster home. That night forever lives in Ephraim's memories. Years passed as he jumped from foster to foster home, the viscous cycle of forming bonds only to be torn away from people he had grown to care about slowly making him angry and bitter. As a result, sometime after he turned 12, he got into a little fight with another foster kid who had been trying to bully him, breaking the kid's arm.

That was only the start of Ephraim's downward adventure. Even after intensive behavioral therapy, his luck got worse. Ending up in another foster home, he was only there for a few short months when he was framed for supposedly catching the house said foster family was living in on fire. While he said he had nothing to do with it, the blackened box of matches found in his room by the firefighters told another story. His 'I don't really give a shit about anything' attitude and beginning smoking habits didn't earn him any points either. Why he did it, not even Ephraim is quite sure, beyond being incredibly angry when he started the fire. He just...snapped. Someone made him angry and he snapped. Luckily, no one suffered permanent injuries because of it, but he was still sent to a juvenile detention center for 6 months.

Eventually, Ephraim's life appeared to get better. He had finally settled down in yet another foster home (and yes, he was closely monitored there), even made some friends at the school he was attending. Unfortunately for him those kids turned out to be selling drugs on the down low, but by the time he found that out, he found himself in trouble with the police just because he had been associated with them. Long story short, he ended up in a certain correctional school as a result.

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[Bowa]

Mercury Oriard
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Age: 18
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Grade: 12th Grade
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Eye Color: Deep blue
Hair Color: Light Brown
Height: 6'0"
Build: Athletic/Muscular
Ethnicity: American
Distinguishing Features: His rich, enchanting voice
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Personality: It can be said that Mercury has a certain way with people, he is suave and incredibly skilled with words, seemingly always knowing the right thing to say at the right time. His confidence and natural charm have lead him to being very sociable and extraverted, preferring to be around people than being tucked away on his own somewhere. As a result, Mercury has made a lot of connections and has become an expert of sorts at gaining people's trust, he's proficient at building a facade to suit the person whom his attention is focused. Sometimes it's just so easy he can't help himself; people simply tend to gravitate towards him. Mercury can also be very teasing and flirty, he is like it with practically everybody, it often isn't a serious pursuit of romantic interest but rather a game where he sees how far he can push it. Not to mention, his seductive manner is usually what he uses to get out of a bind if it comes to it and he won't hesitate to go as far as required. While not being a genius, Mercury isn't dumb and knowing stuff is kind of his thing, so he takes pride in his vast insight into numerous areas - it's mostly knowledge of people and how they work, it's what he believes allows him to draw them in and maintain their intrigue.

If there is one thing that everyone quickly learns about Mercury, it is that he is the literal epitome of stubbornness. He will not back down from an argument even if he has realised he is wrong, the only time he can be swayed is if continuing will lead to a severe confrontation. He favours using diplomacy to resolve disputes rather than violence, however, if push comes to shove and there are no other options then he will get physical. Mercury can be quite selfish, his lack of impulse control means that when he sees something for the taking he generally can't resist the temptation to have it, that goes for everything including people. Those two traits coupled with his ambition mean that before Mercury knows it, he is having to work his charm to get himself out of another sticky situation. Being as hedonistic as he is, Mercury is the self-titled King of Partying, he will take any opportunity to gather all types of individuals together for a night of fun, recklessness, and excess. Plus, it's the perfect chance to get people talking when they're under the influence.

The fact that Mercury himself knows how straightforward it can be to manipulate some people, he isn't that trusting of others. Yes, on the surface he'll act as if we're all friends, to truly know him you've got to earn his respect though. Of course, he's got to actually like you as well, one surefire way of guaranteeing that is being able to keep up with his repartee. Mercury loves to banter back and forth with someone who can challenge him, it makes for an extremely entertaining exchange in his opinion. With the few genuine friends that Mercury has, it seldom happens, however, he can change from his regular, silver-tongued demeanour to being genuine but blunt, imparting candid advice to true friends when they really need it.

Hobbies: Watching documentaries | Partying | Exercising | Playing instruments | Singing | Board games | Trying new foods
Fears: Dying feeling unfulfilled | Being forgotten | Moths
Quirks/Habits: Tends to repeatedly run his hand through his hair when he's nervous | Does everything with his right hand except eating and writing | If he is with others while eating, he waits for them to start their food before he eats himself
Skills: Can play the guitar and the piano at an exceedingly high level | Has a phenomenal singing voice | Athletic | Silver-tongued | Deceptive
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History: The youngest child to one of the wealthiest families in America, Mercury has lived a life of prosperity and comfort. His family are the founders of an American multinational investment bank and financial services company headquartered in New York City called Oriard and Co. which his mother is the CEO of - his father manages their personal investments and the consultation branch. All he had to do when he wanted something was simply ask for it, it was as easy as clicking his fingers. Mercury had it even better than his two older brothers and older sister, his parents were normally so absorbed in the business that they simply let Mercury do as he pleased.

While having no restrictions and nearly unlimited freedom as a child would sound like heaven to some, it was boring, it was dull to get everything you wanted without any challenge. Mercury didn't mind the lack of attention as he grew older, he didn't particularly like his mother or father since they didn't bother to get to know their youngest son; his siblings frequently joked about him being an accident. Nevertheless, Mercury craved something exciting, something to get his adrenaline pumping, something daring. It started out with a bit of vandalism and graffiti around his local neighbourhood, he particularly enjoyed watching how fire danced. It steadily escalated to where each time he committed a crime, he needed a bigger high the next time, it was like a drug he just couldn't get enough of.

Eventually, recently after Mercury turned sixteen, he had taken to seducing men and women alike: whether they be powerful and influential or poor and desperate, he didn't discriminate. His mature looks meant that he could fool most people to believe he was older, then after they had slept together, he would reveal his true age to blackmail them into doing all kinds of things. Sometimes it was good things like donating or volunteering at an animal shelter, other times it was things as bad as getting them to come and commit crimes with him. Weirdly, after the initial anxiety about doing something illegal, he found that most people liked the thrill of it. A favourite of his was breaking and entering at night, some places were beautifully silent and looked magnificent veiled in moonlight.

What actually got Mercury sent to a corrective school wasn't anything to do with his own crimes, one of his close childhood friends whom he had shared his secret life with snitched on him to the police after he had gotten caught himself. The guy tried to mimic what Mercury did and failed and therefore, not wanting to go down on his own, named Mercury as his accomplice. With the threat of this so called friend blabbing to the authorities about the true extent of Mercury's criminal deeds, Mercury simply had to go along with being sent to a corrective school rather than actual prison. You could say karma's a bitch.

Species : Incubus
Other Information: He generally goes by the nickname 'Mer.'

 

[wendy]

Name: Primrose Black
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Homosexual
Grade: Senior

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Eye colour: brown
Hair colour: blonde
Height: 5’4
Build: petite
Ethnicity: Japanese
Distinguishing Features: a small scar in her eyebrow

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Personality:
~ Benevolent: not all bad kids have to be complete assholes you know, ever heard of the phrase ‘kill them with kindness’ well that’s the quote Primrose had built herself around. Instead of being rude and arrogant Primrose feels much more comfortable and confident in expressing kindness. This may not be typical for the kind of school Primrose attends but it’s the way she is able to deal with her current situation. She does not discriminate in who she shows kindness too, you can be the richest person on earth or a beggar and she’ll show you the exact same kindness.

~ Free-thinking: she doesn’t care what you look like, identify as or believe in Primrose is ready to accept you and bring you into her heart never mind how broken, annoying or just plain insane you are, she’ll always have enough room in her heart to squeeze one extra person in.

~ Duality: Everyone has different sides to them. While one minute Primrose could be baking you a nice tray of cookies the next minute she could pull her pastel pink switch blade on you. Many would identify these extreme mood swings with bipolar disorder but even after many therapy sessions she’s never showed fully developed signs of the mental disorder. Her therapist does identify that Primrose has behavioural issues but has never fit into the categories as being fully bipolar.

~ Indulgent: They say you can never have too much of a good thing well Primrose needs a lot of a good thing. Primrose does not know when to stop. It can be a person, a hobby or something edible. If Primrose loves it she’ll spend the next few weeks obsessing over that thing, after the obsession period Primrose will either become bored and throw it away like it was nothing or she will continue to feel a strong attachment to whatever it is.

~ Explosive anger: Primrose may be soft and gentle but there is a part of her soul that is angry. This anger rarely shows itself but when it does it possess’ her entire being made as all Primrose can see is red. This anger is what ended Primrose up in this school for bad kids. She’d had a couple of outbursts in the past but they were never as bad as what had happened in New York. That incident was something her family never speaks of as they worry about how it could impact the family name.

Hobbies :
~ scrapbooking
~ calligraphy
~lock picking

Fears :
~ Betrayal
~ never being loved
~ death

Quirks/Habits :
~ dyes her hair a lot
~ chewing pencils and pens
~ biting her nails
~ playing with her fringe

Skills :
~ locking picking
~ her smile gets her out of sticky situations
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History :
Primrose Black formerly known as Kiyoko Satoori was born in Osaka Japan to a woman who was unfortunately married to a member of the Yakuza. The Yakuza or the Japanese Mafia is just as bad as any other mafia, drugs, human trafficking and of course contract killings. It’s a very specific lifestyle for a very specific type of person. Primrose’s mother was adamant that she wouldn’t let her daugther grow up in this toxic environment as she’d seen what had happened to other Yakuza members daughters. Being forced to sleep with clients, becoming addicted to drugs and eventually being married off to keep Yakuza bonds strong.

Primrose’s mother finally made the move, she ran away from the Yakuza and fled to China. It was a small stepping stone to their final goal which was New York City. China was peaceful for a few years but by the time Primrose was 3 years old her father had tracked them down and was set on bringing her daughter and wife back to Japan and so the pair had to move again. This time her mother chose Russia as their hiding place, it may of seemed to be a stupid idea because of the Russian Mafias connections with the Yakuza but if you have enough cash they’ll hide you well enough that not even the grim reaper could find you.

Primrose spent the next 10 years of her life in Russia, she became close with the Russian Mafia men especially one. His name was Dimitri, he was a older man probaly old enough to be her father. Dimitri would always treat Primrose as his own daugther, he’d take her on days out and teach her about the Russian mafia and the Yakuza. After Dimitri’s teaching Primrose became more thankful to her mother to getting them the hell out of their. But all good things must come to and end, Primrose’s father had found them once again and wasn’t happy with the Russians for hiding his property for a decade. Primrose and her mother escaped but Primrose never heard from Dimitri again and she knew why.

Primrose and her mother had finally made it, they’d made it too New York the city with opportunities for all. Primrose started High school and finally felt like she didn’t have to worry about her father anymore as he wouldn’t be able to find them in this large city but she was wrong. After a particularly long day at school Primrose returned home to find the small apart,met that she shared with her mother was empty. Primrose remembered calling out to mother wandering why she’d gone out while leaving the stove on. Primrose walked into her tiny living room and that’s when she saw 3 Japanese men picking up a black body bag.

This was the first episode of pure rage Primrose experienced. Everything she’d learnt from Dimitri fell into placement and the thought of her mother in that bag drove the 15 year old the edge. Primrose knew that her mother kept a gun in her room. Prim doesn’t really remember much after that as her mind had blocked out the memory of what she did but she remembers seeing 3 bodies lying in a pool of blood. Her father had got her mother but he wasn’t getting to Primrose.

Before her mother had passed away she told Primrose about her Granmother, a funny women living in Phoenix Arizona so after changing her name and look Primrose set out for a new start and to leave what she did in the past But Primrose vowed that she will cut of her fathers head one day but she’ll just have to wait till fate brings them together.

Primrose dreamed of leading an idealistic life in Phoenix but from the Get Go she noticed that she was different from other kids. They didn’t have to run away from their fathers or know how to break someone’s neck. The other kids noticed that she was different too and immediately began to pick at Primrose like she scrap meat. They first started picking at the way she’s looked, she was critiqued for the clothes she wore, lunch she ate and her hair. Primrose could deal with this, she’d been through much worse. Her bullies now decided to pick on her for her ethnicity, it firstly started out with some casual racism, a racist joke here and there but it escalated to kids pulling their eyes into slits and making stupid noses at her. She promised she wouldn’t let it get to her but one day as Primroses was walking down the corridor, some dumb girl made a joke and Primrose saw red.

Long story short the girl ended up in intensive care. Throughout her court case Primrose showed no remorse for her actions but due to her record having no previous offences the judge sent her to Haven’s Row and on probation for the next 4 years which Primrose was happy to abide by. Maybe the kids at this school wouldn’t be complete assholes.
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Species : Arachne


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[vielpotato]

Spoiler: wip

Name : Emily Roe
Age (16-19) : 19
Gender : Female
Sexual Orientation : Pansexual
Grade : Senior Class

Eye Color : Light Blue
Hair Color : Light silver-purple blend
Height : 5’8”
Build : Petite
Ethnicity : British, however has no noticable accent
Distinguishing Features : Natural makeup, long braided hair, septum piercing
Personality : (A couple of big and detailed paragraphs OR a list of 5+ detailed bullets points for positives and negatives (total of ten+ bullet points)
Hobbies : Is part of the cheerleading squad at the high school, enjoys knitting sometimes with her grandmother
Fears : not having enough coffee and gettinng embaressed, getting kicked off of the cheer squad
Quirks/Habits : Is the “quiet one” of the group, despite her popularity, tapps her right foot if ever uncomfortable
Skills : Other than her basic Arachne abilities, Emily is extremly flexible, agile, and fit.
History : Ever since she was a young girl, Emily was in love with the neighborhood girl that every cool kid was friends with. Gaining the friendship of her, Emily stayed as a friend, eventually being her best friend, until high school. As soon as the two bffs reached high school, her obsession reached a new level there. Siezing every moment to be with her, Emily would eventually visit her grandmother every day who happened to be next-door neighbors with this girl. Junior year, Emily broke into this girl’s house and killed her parents so they could stay together forever. Of course, that day the girl was on her phone calling one person. When Emily reached into her room, the girl screamed and tossed her phone at Emily. Hearing this, this person being her boyfriend took the initiative to call the police as Emily was arrested with multiple accounts of murder and stalking. Emily’s parents pleeded to the court to have an alternate sentence, which the court decided to send Emily here for her last year.
Species : Arachne
Other Info [Optional] : Emily can and will get obsesive over someone, wether they are for or against it
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[athereal]

the incubus..

Name : Lucius "Lucky" Drake,
older brother of Lars
Age: 18
Gender : Male
Sexual Orientation : Homosexual
Grade : Junior

Eye Color : blue hazel
Hair Color : dark brown
Height : 5"10
Build : buffed, mesomorphic
Ethnicity : Caucasian
Distinguishing Features : a slight green flicker to his eyes when he becomes angry or anxious(unknown reason)

descending into madness
Lucky aspires to try and no try at life. The parts he really gives himself to are his most sacred parts of his being. Those parts of him are to be cherished and appreciated. Nowadays, not many are willing to make chicken soup for a sick friend or go out of their way to remember a co-worker' birthday. But, Lucky does, or at least he tries to. The fact that he makes a strongly willed attempt to succeeds the darker, less caring side of his personality. The side that can't hold his tongue well, who spins circles around people's brains and leaves them on the defensive while he walks away, knowing he won. He may not be coming into his powers yet, but there was a darkness there way before his demonic soul started to kick for air.

He makes a hobby of music. He knows the lyrics of every song on the radio and doesn't have a bad voice at all. His personal playlist is sporadic as fuck, but isn't that beautiful? He also has a hand for making crafts, just to keep his busy mind entertained. He buys a crochet hook every now and then. He means to get really into the hobby, but never gets motivated enough. He used to do all forms of art well...at least before he was sent away the first time.

He fears losing his mind, but that's for good reason. Allegedly, that's what happened to his birth mother before she died. And his father...just came back into his life, actually. He doesn't get why, but the closer that man gets to him, the more Lucky starts to lose himself.

Now, he is pretty weird and there is a small habit of biting the tip of his tongue before spitting. He also has a toothpick/cigarette fetish. Anything that has to do with his mouth, really. But, in a way, this has sometimes been lead to be a skill of sorts: distracting. Puberty hit him with a log and most people know this--save for the very, very few people who can see through the bullshit and know he's faking. His brother is one of those people, which makes him the perfect partner in crime. Despite the fact that their parents are pretty well off enough to be deemed "loaded", they still do stupid shit like steal cars and have fight clubs. Lock-picking and a little martial arts helps with that. But, the best skill he has is this odd knack to know where anything is, even without seeing it before hand. Call it magic, or a keen sense of awareness, but it certainly has gotten the duo out of a pinch plenty of times. Except one.


History :
He doesn't remember her exact details, but he remembers the long brown hair that billowed in the wind as he held her hand. He remembers her scent, the way she moved, the curve of her smile. He was six when her presence was limited to being nothing but a memory. His father was never there, but he had friends who'd stepped in to take care of him. Lucius lost so much in the span of what was said to be only thirty minutes. But, he'd found solace in gaining a best friend and an ally-- Lawrence, who was an odd child who took to braiding his own hair and going by Lars.

They'd come up under the tutelage of Moriah and Deckard Drake, who were ever elusive to both of the children. The pair were barely seen around the manor, and when they were it was briefly. This could be understood, they worked constantly. What they did exactly, wasn't known to either child. So imagine the surprise when the boys royally screwed up only to find their parents exceedingly pissed at them?

One might ask themselves 'Why all the hullabaloo when the authority figures obviously didn't care?'. Well, for years, Lucky question his mother's death and father's disappearance. For his 18th birthday, Lars set up a way for them to finally put those fears to rest. A break in to a hospital during a Gala, backed by the Drakes. All seemed to be going well, Lars keeping the guards occupied while Luck picked his way into records. But all he got was more questions and fears for his trouble. His mother didn't die during a wreck, she was slaughtered, butchered in an occult fashion. And his father, the spitting image of his son, had no record of being alive before his child's birth. But that wasn't the weird part.

The records department went into flames as soon as Lucky left it, a sure sign that not only is something being hidden but someone is watching him and his brother. Not only that, but the fire resulted in a lot of damage to the hospital and was the last straw for the boys. Although it was a reluctant decision, they boys were sent away to a school--for their own unknown good.
Species : Incubi
Other Info [Optional] :

Dimitri Lux

Mississippi Blake
1981-2000​

Theme [Optional] : Devils[/center]

 

[athereal]

the dark fae...

Name : Lawrence "Lars" Drake,
younger brother of Lucky
Age : 16
Gender : Male
Sexual Orientation : pansexual,
vying more for companionship than a dingle or dangle.
Grade : Sophmore

Eye Color : ink brown
Hair Color : dark brown
Height : 6"
Build : lean, ectomorphic
Ethnicity : African-British(still retains some of his accent, actually)
Distinguishing Features : His flawless, unmarred skin that seems to have a chocolate glow from beneath its surface.

start fires to watch the world burn
Lars has more of a mastermind mentality. Whatever trouble he and his brother get into leads back to him if you can figure out his thinking patterns. Most people can not, so those who conned out of a great deal shouldn't feel too bad. His genius intellect is only out shined by his beauty, of which he can be vain sometimes. He uses this as a defense mechanism, opting to care more about himself rather than let someone else determine how he should feel ever again. Love is a value of weakness, a determining factor in what you live and die for. Rather than love anything or anyone, Lars would rather keep everyone at arms length and keep them happy while shielding himself.

Except for Lucky. For some reason, his brother is the only person in the world who could ever get past that barrier. It only proves that family is a state of mind, not blood relation.

His hobbies include acting, which does come in handy sometimes. He also likes collecting earthy things, such as rocks and feathers. He doesn't know why, it just feels right. Like there is a connection to something bigger, something mystical. He keeps some of the crystals he finds on his person, wrapping them into his hair and making them into a natural sort of jewelry.

He fears being weak, more than anything. It's more of an umbrella fear, connecting to a myriad of thoughts he'd rather not think. When he does start to overthink, he has a habit of twisting his hair into knots. Surprisingly, it never breaks no matter how knotted it gets. He also has an issue where he gets uncomfortable with new people, no matter how nice they are. He usually has to fake his way through an introduction and, depending on what kind of day he's having, he's likely not to give a fuck about how he comes off.

This little birdie has a few tricks up his sleeve as well. His ability to drive is both exhilarating and absolutely terrifying. Just as his brother has been trained to fight(his parents were adamant on this for some reason), he has studied the art of capoeira. His specialized talents are mostly causing distractions through the smallest means possible. It only takes a push from in the right direction from him and he can empty an entire room of people or turn their direction while his good brother does whatever it is that need to be done.

Of course, it doesn't always work...

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History : When he was four, Lars was ambushed by his parents with a new addition to the family. Granted, he wasn't in a bundle and he made Lars a younger brother rather than an older. However, that day proved to be the best day of his life. It wasn't all rainbows and lollipops in the beginning. Lucius was a bit of an introvert before this little monster got his claws into him. He'd take the poor boy's cookies and when his school mates would ask who he was Lars would feign confusion. But all that changed when some kids cut one of Lars' puff plaits off.

The two were suspended from school--bruised up as good as they gave-- but people knew not to fuck with either one of them.

Time passed and the two grew closer, not questioning the odd world that seemed to surround them at every turn. They didn't raise not one eyebrow to the fabulous yet elusive blood relatives who were shrouded in mystery. He, especially, didn't wonder where his family came from or how far back it stretched. Not until after the fire. Lucky said he had nothing to do with it, and Lars believed him thoroughly. Even down to the autopsy reports of his mother, which seemed grisly and had an air of unfinished business behind it. Lars could feel it in his bones, even as they traveled to be sent away to a correctional school. Whatever happened to his brother's mother had been covered-up by his parents. Was all that wealth and power gotten by ill gains?
Species : Dark Fae
Other Info [Optional] :

mr.&mrs. drake

Theme [Optional] :Trouble