Fruity's Selection

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Soo.. here will be a list of all meh characters. And, to make it easier.. as I add them I'll make each post significant to which genre they are for. Like say for a vampire genre I would have all meh vampires in one post. And what not. Hopefully, that's not all that hard to understand. So yeah. ^^

Except.. I currently only have one vampire. So he'll be amongst zee fantasy characters.

[Fruity]

Fantasy Characters
This includes all mystical creatures; mermaids, werewolves, vampires, fairies. This also includes my humans that I use for fantasy roleplays.

Name:Vida Rivera
Age: 200 though she looks to be in her late twenties
Sexual Orientation: Who knows..
Species: Mermaid
Persona: Despite her age, Vida has always been a curious fish. Always exploring the depths of her home, and searching for man-made things. She likes to try and decifier what each man-made item is used for, and then perhaps once that is figured out, what such things are called. Her curiousity is mostly focused on humans and their world, when it comes to other magical beings she is more aware of them; their strengths and weaknesses.

Besides being curious, Vida is a very lively fish. She loves to dance, though on feet she finds this difficult. She's smart, not overly intelligent but she's definitely not dumb. She has learned the English language asside from her own merfolk tongue. But placing an item to a word is a lot harder said than done.

Merfolk have a natura disposition to "drown" any human that learns that they are part fish. This is mostly because humans would take a merperson and study it, and for the merperson's safety, they most protect themselves, and therefore kill the human that's discovered their secret. Vida is normally a very sweet girl, but if her life were to be jeopardized by a human, she's likely to get angry and defend herself in any way she knows how.
Appearance: Vida has long mid-back length brunette locks that fall into a natural wave. The thick mass is never perfectly styled, but at the same time it’s not like she ever has a bed-head hairdo. Her naturally tan skin gives off a glow or shimmer which makes her appear to be just a dash of make-up no matter whether she’s in the water or basking in the sun. Her eyes are of a caramel color that seem to match her brown locks perfectly. Her lips are a light pink shade naturally, and small though full. Her face is oval shaped and she has a long, though average, for a mermaid, neck where she has slits, like a fish, where her gills are located. Usually her gills are hidden behind her brown locks which make tricking humans or unfortunately unintelligent creatures all the more easier.

Her fin is long and covered in blue-ish green scales. If she were to stand up on her fin she’d appear to be around five eight or five nine in height. Her tail is one of the most useful things for her while she’s in the water, able to guide her successfully and quickly through the water, while also being a means of defense if there were ever to be a predator in the depths of her home.

She wears absolutely no clothes because she is simply not used to them. Therefore, her breasts and upper half of her body are left bare. Though, when in her human form she has found a hide-away-hole where she stashes some clothing. This she finds only necessary because humans have this problem with being naked.

As a mermaid she can take the form of a human but only when she is completely dry. Once in human form, if her legs get even the littlest bit wet she will return to her original form. Though, once in a blue moon, she'll be able to remain in a human form for roughly two and a half days, before the new moon arises.
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Full Name: Peter Hugg
Nicknames: Pete
Age: Roughly 200, looks 34
Birthdate: March 11th
Gender: Male
Race: Vampire
Appearance: Peter Hugg is a man that stands at roughly six foot one. His build is slightly muscular. Not to the fact that he has a six pack, but that there is a definite though light tone to his stomach and arms. Pete has brown hair that he keeps at a medium length of one to two inches which he then gels up to spike it. He doesn’t often leave it un-gelled only because it’s a habit of his to gel it up. And when you’ve been doing it for over a century or two, it’s very hard to not do. He doesn’t bother to shave often so has a light bristle coming in to form an attractive shape.
Persona: When you look at Pete Hugg he looks like a pretty friendly guy. No one would really expect that he’s actually a really quiet person as well. It doesn’t take a lot to get him to open up, he just isn’t your chatter bug. When he does open up a bit to people he’s very nice and tries to be as sincere and polite as possible.

Just because he begins to open up to a person does not mean he wholly trusts this person. No, trust is a bit harder to earn than that, and he won’t reveal anything about his love life or his past. If questioned about his love life he’ll just smile and say he’d rather not talk about it. Curious if he’s single, sorry he’ll admit that he’s unavailable.

Pete is a guy who’s generally concerned about the well-being of others. If he knows you he’ll often times be interested in how your day went, and he’ll even listen to any problems you have. He’ll also try to give advice as best he can, maybe even bringing a few of his own personal experiences with such things. This is about the only time that he does reveal his past or at least parts of it.

Pete is the type of person that doesn’t get angry. Well, he can, it just takes quite a lot to make him angry. Or at least angry enough to express himself. When he does get angry he still tries to remain as nice as possible, but will go ahead and show you a piece of his mind on the matter. Usually when he does get angry his blood lust increases, which, is one reason why he doesn’t like to get angry and tries to control himself as much as possible.
Background: About two hundred years ago, men of the same gender who loved each other openly were persecuted. They were shamed and hunted like animals. At least, that was how it was in Europe, where he grew up.

He was offered a passage of hope after a year and a half of running. He, and his lover were offered the freedom of living in a world, an environment where he was practically invincible. Of course, this had been his lover's idea mostly, Jackson's. Jack had been enthralled by the idea, and openly accepted to the beautiful man, Jeremiah Riggs, who offered them this hope.

When they'd crossed over, at first it was exciting, a new life. But then, Pete began to see himself as a monster. What he did to others, other living creatures, wasn't right. He knew this, yet he couldn't stop.

A hundred years past his initial creation, he let go of Jack. Jackson had a different perception of life than he did. Even though it killed him inside, to release the only man he'd ever truly loved, Pete separated from Jackson and moved to America. Of course, the trip over wasn't the greatest thrill. Closed quarters and all. He didn't want to kill the living, but his bloodlust was always something he had to fight with.

Eventually, he made it over the ocean in one piece, without to much suspicion drawn to him. He set off for a new course, to try and become a vegetarian of sorts amongst his kind. He would not drink the warm blood of humans any longer. How did he accomplish this feat? He took it from animals; livestock, deer, caribou, elk, moose, and the such.

It has been hard for him, as human blood tastes so much better than animal. But he's forced himself to become a new being, he will not commit murder to get back at the ones who terrified him into what he is now. Now he's forced himself back into the modern day world to try and live with the mortals, to see if he can survive without getting his blood lust cravings and decimating half the town. Now, will he be able to live among the mortals or will he always have to hide his face because he's become a true monster?
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If your interested in a vampire role-play with me, please contact me via message or something. We'd need to establish which lores we will be playing by.

Full Name: Variel Reynolds
Nicknames: Vee
Age: 23
Birthdate: Jan. 1st
Gender: Female
Race: Werewolf
Family: Luka Cooper, half brother
Appearance: From Woman
Variel has thick shoulder blade length dark brown hair. She’ll wear it in a variety of styles depending upon what she’s wearing, but usually, she’ll wear it up in a messy bun to keep it out of her face. Her eyes are of a green color, hidden behind long dark lashes, and thick though curvy dark eyebrows. Her face is egg shaped, and she has small pink lips.

She never leaves her face untouched, and always has a dash of makeup. Lashes are usually coated with a thick blend of mascara, which seem to make her eyes seem darker in color. However, she lightens them up with a dash of eye shadow, and eye liner. A dash of blush code her cheeks, and her lips are touched with clear lip gloss, because their natural pink color already brings color to her face.

Her slim form is taller than most, and she stands at about 5’10”. She usually wears something that shows off her curves, and a tad bit of cleavage, but nothing too revealing.

To Wolf
Most werewolves look more like humans with fur covering the length of their body, maybe some ears on the top of their head, a tail, but nothing spectacular. Well, if you want the real spectacular werewolf, you should take a glimpse of this beauty. But, if you get a glimpse of her, your chances for survival are highly unlikely. First off, she looks more wolf than human. In fact, she could be mistaken for an overly large wolf. She basically twice the size of the average wolf, her ebony coat helps camouflage herself at night, and if it weren’t for those golden orbs of hers one wouldn’t know she was there. In her wolf form she is much more elegant, after all, humans are just a clumsy species.
Persona: Variel is a very impatient person. Usually, the only person she has to deal with is herself. Her low patience makes it really hard for people to get along with her. Then again, she doesn’t stay in a place long enough to allow anyone to get to know her. Besides, she enjoys her solitude, unlike the human race she doesn’t feel she needs companionship. However, every species needs some kind of companionship. Wolves are pack animals as are humans.

Along with her low patience, she has a very short attention span. One moment something can be funny the next she’s onto something else. This is probably why she can’t stick to one man for too long. They just don’t keep her interested and really, all she’s looking for is a little fun.

Ah yes, Variel has big anger issues. Her father dumped her out on the streets when she was thirteen, wouldn’t you be a little angry too? Low patience, short attention span, low tolerance these three things add up to a very big and short temper. She can be friendly one moment and the next she could be biting your head off.

In all honesty, it’s probably just a good idea to keep your distance. She’s just not the overly friendly, wants to be friends with everyone type. She enjoys her solitude, and those perky friendly types just described are the type she hates the most. If she had the time and patience she kill them all.

Also, she’s the type to hold grudges. So, you piss her off, she won’t forgive you, at least not until she gets you back for it.

Variel has big trust issues, again, because of her father abandoning her at such a young age when she was so vulnerable. She never really had anyone to trust, so she doesn’t feel she can trust anyone. Again, she enjoys her solitude, and trusting someone else means her life lies in the hands of others. Which, is a very big no-no.

Variel’s idea of fun is causing trouble. Its ripping the flesh off a living, breathing human being. She especially likes it when they scream and plead to be released. Fun is scarring the crap out of people. It’s terrorizing a town. It’s using her brute strength to destroy something. It’s showing the human race who’s boss; showing them, that they aren’t the dominate race. That they are at the bottom of the food chain, that they are her prey.

Ah yes, to Variel humans are cattle. Like walking lollipops with no idea, no source of intelligence to be able to realize that at any moment thy could be the misfortunate cow that strayed from the herd and was killed by wild dogs or in this case a lone wolf; a werewolf. She may communicate with humans, but in all there just meat on a platter displayed, as ripe as an apple ready to be picked from the tree.
Background: Unlike most werewolves Variel was not bitten. In fact, while her mom was pregnant she’d been bitten. Unfortunately, however, her mother died giving birth to her. Now, it’s a very rare thing to find a full were. Usually, all those werewolves you hear about, half-man and half-wolf were the half-bred werewolves. The ones bitten and then took on their new form. No, for Variel she has two forms, both at which come rather easy for her to take and whenever she feels like it.

But it hadn’t always been like that. Before she hit puberty she’d been like any other regular kid. She’d hung out with her only living relative, her father, and they’d been the best of friends. That was, until she did hit puberty, at the unfortunate age of thirteen.
Once her father realized what she was, she was out on the streets in a matter of seconds. From then on, the poor thirteen year old had to care for herself. She grew to hate her father for throwing her out, and since she couldn’t pent her anger on the person that had created it she put it out on everyone else.

Think of a thirteen year old on the streets, then add the monthly changings she also had to get used to. Being on her own really made her grow as a person or well, as a supernatural person. She usually kept to herself, having issues with trust, but after all, who wouldn’t?

She was like the lone wolf searching for a new pack; she grew up, she kept moving. She never stayed in one place for to long, and she usually left a disaster behind her. Turned, mauled, or dead humans left and right. She usually released her endless anger on the unsuspecting, undeserving, innocent human population.
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Full Name: Jada Elizabeth Marie Lousie Davidson
Nicknames: Jay, Jem, Lou, Davy, David, Mary, Liz, J.D, and Beth
Age: 20
Birthdate: October 31st
Gender: Female
Race: Human; Bounty Hunter (or just human, depending on the role-play)
Appearance: Jada stands at about oh five feet five inches. She doesn’t really care about her size, she finds it a stupid subject to fight over because it’s something she can’t help or change, she got the ‘shallow end’ of the dream pool, she quotes from the original Lion King that came out in 1994.

Jada has a natural colored golden blonde hair that reaches to about her midback. She enjoys fixing it up in different styles and changing its color from blonde to red to black. She enjoys curling it, straightening it to fit whatever attire she has on. As for clothing, she’s doesn’t have any specific clothing style that she’s into. She wears what feels comfortable to her. She’s not always into showing off her form, though she is proud of the meaty though lean form she has. She isn’t Paris Hilton skinny or very chubby she’s in between and she likes the way she looks.

Jada is very confident in her appearance, the way she looks, and how she presents herself to people. She’s not afraid to show off, but that doesn’t mean she plans on being a playboy bunny. Jada also has teal colored eyes and a nicely tanned complexion of spending lots of time outdoors, doing sports, activities, and the sort.
Persona: Jada was born into a life where her opinion never seem to matter. Where her views were always shot down because she was thought lesser of. When she was in foster care people still thought they were higher than her and she grew to despise even her own kind. Anger grew inside her and she tended to lash out. In high school and even in grade school she caused numerous fights. She had detention numerous times a days as well as suspended about every other week. It got to the point where she was expelled from one school, and by the time she was fifteen ditched it all together.

Anger raged inside of the young teen, when provoked she'd swing a fist at those she felt deserved it. She'd trained herself, and with the help of one other person she included in her life, she learned how to box, to defend herself. Though even that had happened a little late in her life, that didn't save her from all the dramas of the world, and the dirt, and the bad that was there, that she'd also been a part of.

After learning to box she became more confident in herself (not that she hadn't while beating kids up at school). She became more opinionated speaking her mind and being blunt-ish. She came to value her own opinion and when people shot her views down like they were nothing she got angry, her fiery temper flew like wildfire and it would be highly unlikely that the person that didn't value her opinion wouldn't be injured.

Her confidence often not got her into trouble, she'd managed a few injuries of her own, and doesn't regret anyone of them. She feels to get a place in this cruel world she has to fight for what she believes in.

If you get passed her aggression and her anger you'll find that she's a very daring person who does what she thinks is fit. The occasion she can be caught stealing because that's how she lived most of her life, as a thief and a bully. She's not usually the type to openly laugh and you definitely wouldn't find her giggling. She's not a happy person, she's calm until you piss her off or insult her, then she's a fiery ball of flames ready to beat the life out of you.

But that doesn't mean she's just some fiery ball of flames, she's calm mostly. And quite honestly, she's quite the artistic kid if given the right amount of stuff to work with. Though, that wouldn't be something she'd share openly with anyone. Not that you'd usually find her openly sharing anything about herself unless she were drunk.

Of course, this is Jada on a usual basis, when you get her drunk however she becomes a totally different person. Usually, Jada wouldn't be considered the flirty type, but under the influenced of alcohol or some forms of drugs she may hit on everything and everyone. Also, she tends to be a lot more outgoing and trusting to those was drunk. She can be overly giggly and clingy as well as a bit emotional when drunk. When sober however, the only emotion she seems to show is anger, her pain she keeps hidden (unless it involves physical injury to herself).
Background: Jada Elizabeth Marie Louise Davidson was born on October 31st and into a family that didn't want her. Though that wasn't clear to the infant until after the house went on fire, and their parents saved themselves, but not their own child. She was lucky, rescued by a firefighter that had overheard from a neighbor that the young couple had a child. Of course, the fire had been started by one of the couples stupid dapples in drugs, and their unwanted child was taken into child services.

But not even child services could save miss Jada from the fate of entering multiple homes at multiple different but crucial ages and time periods in the young girls life. By the age of nine she'd already smoked weed, eleven she'd smoked pot and numerous other drugs of the illegal version. By thirteen she'd started smoking, and by fifteen she'd begun to drink. The child got thrown out of every foster family because they didn't believe they could handle her, Jada stopped caring for them and eventually ran away though not even life on the streets was a good enough fate for her.

While she was out on her own she made one other ally that would later her show her there was more in the world than just corrupt humans. No, there were things far worse and much deadlier then her own childhood nightmares (not that she'd mentioned she'd ever had nightmares of any kind). One night she got in a tossle with the wrong sort of people (if that's what you would call them), the next day her only ally wound up dead. Three days later that very dead friend came back to see her, only he was starving and wanted to eat her. She defended herself, killing him, and watched as he died a gruesome, grizzly death. The next day she went to the public library and read up on these so called 'children of the night', and she's been hunting them ever since.
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Full Name: Victoria Clarice Higgins
Nicknames: Tori, Vic, Vici, Clare
Age: 16
Birthdate: Feb. 18th
Gender: Female
Race: Pixie
Appearance: Standing at only seven and a quarter inches her height has never really bothered her. As her race is generally a nice species in the magical world she takes that her smallness is a gracious gift. If she wasn't so small she wouldn't be such a help to other people of other race's her were way to big to get into small spaces. Sure, there are risks like being stepped on or forgotten about. But that's where her speed and flight come into affect. Without either she'd simply not survive in the teeenage life of where everything is wanted here and now and where everyone is in a rush.

When it comes to how she looks physically, she isn't half bad. She has long shoulder-blade length light blonde hair that she just recently put a few darker blondes into to give it a more natural look. It has a slight wave to it and though straightening it is a massive pain, curling it isn't that much easier. The one thing she hates and loves most about her appearance is in fact her hair because when it done right it looks beautiful. But it does take a lot of time to do. Thankfully, the speed of her blood-line makes her hair-doing process twice as fast as any other race.

Victoria has hazel, grey eyes. Her eyes are the feature she least likes about herself. She thinks they are dull and boring. Her eyes, though dull to her, can be the key point that tells someone whether she's lying or not. As Tori is an avid lyer, and because of her sheer height the only people who really notice this quality are her own kind, that and those that really know her.

Tori has a small button nose, followed by small lips. She likes her nose, but again aren't so fond of her lips. She has a slim figure mostly because she has a uber fast metabolism and she doesn't eat that much. Her wings are a mixture of an aqua blue to a seagreen color as aqua was her father's wing color, and her mothers was a milky green coloration.
Persona: Tori is not afraid to be who she is. Actually she's not afraid of a lot of things that might otherwise scare a little person such as herself. Victoria knows who she is as a person, she's proud of who she is and knows that there are some people that won't like her. Even some people that don't like her because of her race or because of how small or tiny she is. She realizes she probably has the worst prejudices but this doesn't really bother her all that much. She tries to get along with most people and comes off as a very friendly person.

Tori is the type of person that you would come to for advice when it is needed. She would give a shoulder to cry on, but to most people their heads are twice the size of her body. So she'd sit on their shoulders and listen to them as they told her their problems. Then she'd give them advice on what they should do in that situation, sometimes even giving them her point of view of what she might do if that happened to her. Along with giving advice she's also very good at holding secrets, even if for some reason you get on her bad side, she won't reveal any secrets you may have shared with her.

Victoria as earlier stated is a very friendly person who likes to make friends. But if you get on her bad side even once, don't expect her to forgive you easily. When you and her don't get along she can be quite a bitchy pixie-doll. She has quite the sarcastic tongue and is reliable enough to know that she will prank you when she see's the time is fit. She actually enjoys pranking people and though she usually does it just for her own amusement, sometimes she does do it to humilate those she doesn't like.

One thing that pisses her off to no end is when people call her a fairy. There is quite a fine difference and she will chew out anyone who dares to even call her a fairy. That and she might pull out all their hair before they have any time to react.
Background: Victoria Clarice Higgins was born to Morgan Lynn Shimes and Bernard Jacobs Higgins. She was the only child of the young, poor pixie family. She grew up learning that money wasn't a tool to make people happy though many thought it was. She learned how to clean and take care of herself very early in life because during certain times in her life it was difficult for her parents to put food on the table.

Life as a pixie wasn't as fun as some of the stories may have otherwise said. Victoria worked really hard to keep up with the choirs in their small home while her parents worked that way when they came home they didn't have to do any of the household choirs. Because she grew up in a magical family she learned early on how to do things the magical way, even though she might not legally be able to perform such spells.
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Shipwrecked

Full Name: Rian Myia
Nicknames: N/A
Age: 23
Birthdate: September 2nd
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Appearance: Two words that would basically describe Rian by appearance would have to be wild woman. For one, lets take in consideration her hair. At one time it had been a lush brown color with a tint of red, short shoulder length ringlets. Now from all the dirt, perciptation, temperature, and lack of grooming it has turned into a mass or glob of hair. It's dark, usually filled with dead leaves, dirt, and there might be a high possibility that there's some kind of nest of bugs, ticks or something of the sort nesting in there.

Secondly, one might take in her attire. The capri's she'd once been wearing have been shortened into really short shorts. She also wore a tattered lose fitted black tank top that was torn so badly that the bottom half of it is no longer there, exposing a flat though filthy stomach. Her feet were bare, her sandles not suited for such an environment, besides she'd lost them in her swim towards the island.

Her once smooth skin that was a pale white color with a tink of pink to it and covered in freckles, was now covered in dirt, and the tan she'd gotten from being out in the sun so long and so often was dark. She'd gotten bad sunburn on several occassions and there are still areas of skin that are still peeling, but have gone unnoticed.
Persona: ((Working On))
Background: Going on a trip to Hawaii with your best friend who just happens to be your only sister has to be the greatest thing in the world right? Wrong. They didn't even make it to Hawaii before their cruise ship got stuck in a storm, sank, and the two Myia's landed on an unusual island. The spiders Rian could handle, even though she always hated bugs. The gigantic wolves, yeah, no problem. The skeletons, and the zombies were no big deal either, she'd seen the whole Dawn of the Dead, she knew what to expect. But what she couldn't handle, were the hostiles.

The monsters stole the only person she had left to care about, and they didn't just kill her. In fact, that night while Rian was trying to get some rest after the tears she had shed she heard her sister's screams throughout the night. Those screams still ring through her mind even now.

The rest of the survivors on her ship were killed off by the zombies, lachers, hostiles, and the occasional skeleton. But Rian was lucky, or possibly unlucky enough to be spared and continue to live on the island as a cold wild woman.

Full Name: Z'harizo
Age: Roughly 115
Race: Hostile
Gender: Male
Appearance: Z'harizo in human appearance as a creamy almost caramel african american heritage to him. It's beautiful if caught in the right ray of light, and he often times uses this to his advantage. His chest/torso area is lightly defined by the muscles he earned from working on his own to get the food he desired. He often times hunts large prey such as deer and when humans are plentiful, them too.

Z'harizo's face in lean, with high cheek bones. His nose is long, and slightly button-nosed, his chin is long, and extends slightly further than most. His eyes are a milky chocolate color that sometimes look golden in the right light. He has a very handsome face, that is often hidden by a scowl or smirk.

The rest of his body is covered in scales. He doesn't wear human clothing as he is not human. His scales are a mixture of brown and green that help him blend in perfectly with his surroundings. His wings are long and are usually folded behind him, especially while he's hunting the two-leggers.

Despite his great appearance he has one flaw that has shunned him from the rest of his kind, he's deaf. He can't hear anything, this does, often times, make hunting a problem, but he's learned to observe body motion because he has such a keen eyesight, that makes up for his deafness.
Persona: ((Working On))
Background: Z'harizo was banished at a young age when others in their tribe realized that he was deaf. He was never correctly taught their language, and never bothered to learn the human language. He found it pointless since he was already a great hunter on his own. He learned to rely on the body language of other animals to hunt, and may often times appear a little slow because of this.

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Mutant/Gifted Characters: Part One

Full Name: Lalaine Mathews
Nickname(s): Lana, Matty
Alias: Tarnal
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Boys please.
Appearance: Lalaine has naturally thick dark brown hair that falls to just past her shoulder blades. She usually leaves it down and lets it fall into her face to hide from view from most people. It’s easy to tell, by just looking at her that she isn’t very confident of herself. She’s always slouching, always keeping her gaze to the ground. It’s quite obvious that she seems to not be living a happy life, which could be common with most homeless/runaway people. Lalaine’s hair is usually tangled and if it’s pulled back the bun is messy and it’s clear that she didn’t use a brush to pull it back.

Lalaine’s eyes are of a milky chocolate color with thick dark eyebrows that definitely need to be waxed. If she were to stand tall, she’d stand at approximately five feet seven inches however, because she slouches so often she looks more around five feet five inches. She can usually be found wearing an old black hoodie of hers with several stains and holes in it, as well as dirty, grungy-looking jeans and a t-shirt or tank top of a neutral color.
Persona: Lalaine is a naturally friendly person, which does her no good when she tries to keep her distance from everybody else. She’s a sweet girl that means no one any harm, but she also posses an ability that could do the exact opposite of what she’d wish to do. She is a very caring person naturally, but tends to be a basket case. She wants friends, she wants to be normal, but she finds it impossible with the ‘power’ she possesses.

Lalaine is known to snap, bitch, complain, and has numerous scars on her wrists where she’s cut herself, in an attempt to end her suffering. She can be sweet, but then she can be the complete opposite, it usually depends on what mood you catch her in.

She’s frightened beyond anything else of hurting people. She’s aware that she has on more than one occasion killed someone or hurt them severely, but her inability to control her power or do anything productive puts herself in a pool of self pity and guilt. And she’s more than once tried to end her own suffering along with everyone else’s, feeling it’s better that she doesn’t exist than to continue on hurting people.
Power: [ Summary ]
[x] Uncontrolled ability to feed on the people’s emotions around her.
[x] Has an aura about her that’ll trigger the people’s emotions around her to increase if hungry, upset, or frightened.
[x] Limited empathy ability.

Lalaine can feed off of the high emotions of the people around her, weakening them by stealing the energy they use to build their emotions. This energy she steals she uses as fuel to feed herself.

She is unable to eat anything other than the emotions of the people around her.

She is unable to control how much she feeds on others. She’ll normally feed on others for too long and this could resort in the victim either fainting or dieing. Feeding on someone for to long would make the victim lose all or most all of their energy, therefore causing the working organs to slow down from the energy loss. With the lack of energy the victim would be unable to continue on with what normally comes natural to them, breathing for example. It would be like the person was becoming frozen, and their functions were slowing down as their body temperature got lower and lower.

From the eyes of the victim they feel a need to continue on with the emotion they are currently expressing, the emotion which Lalaine is feeding off of. This is because Lalaine has this aura around her that makes people want to continue on with the emotion they are currently expressing, and this aura can also increase the emotion the people around her are feeling depending upon the person and the strength of her aura at the time.

What Lalaine lacks in her ability, is to be able to control it to the point where she does not kill those she feeds off of. Feeding is like a drug to her, once she starts she can't stop until there is nothing left to feed on. Now normally, when she feeds she's alone. But at this young state of her ability if there was someone around her to stop her, that might help her from killing or extremely harming her victims. If you think about it, if she's addicted to feeding as a smoker is addicted to cigarettes, telling her to stop won't simply work. Prying her mind away from what she's doing would probably work.

When her aura works to increase the emotions of the people around her, she can only feed on these people when they are infatuated in that emotion. She'll lock her eyes on her victim, and take in a deep breath. Taking the breath is how the energy transfers from her victim's body to hers.

The aura that surrounds herself doesn’t usually effect the people around her unless they are expressing a feeling a bit more than normal. For instance, if a man is hollering at an officer for giving him a traffic ticket, Lalaine’s aura can increase the emotion until that is the only thing the man is feeling. The man will probably act on his enrage and attack the officer or do something harmful to himself, other people, or the objects around him. At this point she can feed on the emotion, but otherwise she can’t. When she feeds on the emotions of the people around her, they’re stuck in the state of the emotion they are currently feeling, and they can feel themselves growing weaker, but are unable to stop themselves from acting the way they are. It’s like they are in a trance of some kind.

Also, because she’s able to feed off of people’s emotions she’s also an empath, able to tell how a person is feeling because of her appetite.

[ Additional Facts ]
[x] Her aura tends to act up when she’s angry or terrified.
[x] She can sense her aura by a light buzzing sound that only she can hear.
[x] Her empathy is still very limited, and she can only identify anger & sorrow.
Background: Kyra (her sister) and Lalaine had only been two years apart, but they were joined at the hip. They did everything together, they watched the same shows, ate the same food, played the same games, took baths together, slept together. They did everything together. At this point in time Lalaine was a lively, friendly young kid. The first twelve years of her life were spent with her best friend, her sister Kyra. But then things began to change, horribly.

First, she began to lose her appetite in food. The food she usually ate began to lose it's taste until it finally became revolting to even smell. Then, she began feeling a gentle pull of energy around her as the emotions of those around her increased. At first she was alarmed, and had no idea what to do. But what does one do when they begin getting powers? Eventually, she closed her eyes hoping the hollering of her parents would stop, that the hunger would stop. And it did, she took a deep breath to calm herself and she felt relief wash over her. She fed until her parents had been knocked unconscious. She stood alarmed, and it took her a few other instances to realize that she possessed this curse, this ability.

Her parents had always been against mutants, and her father had mentioned that he'd kill his kids if he ever found out they were mutants. Of course, at the idea of those words, and the young mind of the pre-teen Lalaine fled from her home. She didn't want to die, but she didn't want to hurt people either.

She didn't have any money, she didn't even have a high school education. But, it wasn't like she needed food to survive. All she needed was a warm place to sleep, and something to wear. But neither came easy for her. Ever since she ran away she's been pretty much homeless.
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Full Name: Delilah McAdams
Nicknames: Leah
Alias: N/A
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bi
Appearance: Delilah has shoulder-blade length curly strawberry blonde hair. It’s usually down and everywhere. She doesn’t really bother with it much. She’ll put a little gel in it on occasion to make it curlier than it already is, but other than that she doesn’t really mess with it. There are the rare occasions when she’ll pull half of it back to keep it out of her face.

Her skin is very pale, almost white but also holds a tint of pink to it. She has a few light colored freckles that line her cheeks and nose. Her eyes are a light blue color, and she’s about 5’9” in height. She’s not overly slender, but neither fat. She’s at a comfortable weight where she doesn’t look like a twig or even slightly over-weight.

She doesn’t have a distinct style of clothing. She usually wears what she feels comfortable in. She does seem to prefer tight fitting clothing that show off her curves. She does wear a oval-shaped locket that opens up to show a mirror, that way she can take herself where ever she desires whenever she wants.

Don’t take her slim appearance for granted, she’s been known to get into physical fights with people for simply calling her a foul term. She’s been known to throw a hell-of-a punch too.
Persona: Leah is not what you’d expect from some rich kid. She may be ‘rich’ but she sure as hell doesn’t act it. She’s not snobby or rude; she’s rarely sarcastic and very, very mellow. She’s the type of person to think before she does something, she’d rather hold back and think things through than rush out and do something she’d later regret.

Leah isn’t the type to complain (well, not in front of people). She’s the type to heed people’s advise about others, and can be cautious when meeting new people, especially other mutants. She doesn’t easily trust people, but that never stops her from having a good time. There are those she calls friends, and those that are actually her friends. If you cross her once, she’s likely to never trust you fully again.

Leah though laidback, mellow, and usually quite easy to get along with has a tendency to keep some things to herself. She is not the type of person to share every little detail with her closest of friends, hell not even her closest of friends know everything about her. Some might not even be able to predict what she might say, do, or react with to some situations. She’s the type of girl you love, but are sometimes scared to wonder what she’s actually thinking. She can pull off a good front, and usually isn’t figured out quite well enough.

In past years, Leah has befriended members of both the Brotherhood and X-Men/Student’s, some of which are now considered loners. She’s saved lives before, but that doesn’t necessarily mean she’s a good person. Friends are hard to come by for her, and she cherishes them a lot. But all her friends don’t seem to know her well enough.
Power: Leah has the unique ability to teleport herself, and other people through touch, through anything that can cast a reflection, such as a mirror. She can mold into the mirror like the solid object is water, and then teleport herself to any other mirror. Her means of teleportation is like going through a portal, she simply needs to touch the reflection to be able to 'melt' into it.

Teleportation only works when her mind is set on moving herself from one place to the other. She has to visually imagine the place she wishes to go to in her mind, and she'll teleport herself to the nearest mirror there. Previously, she was only able to transport to a reflection which she knew was there, like from her dad's house to her mom's. But she's been practicing on moving from one place to another with no idea of the nearest exit portal.

Also, she can teleport people specifically to one destination place without her having to travel with them. This has been quite useful to her. For not only can she transport them without touching them, she can also place her enemies in a glass like prism that they are trapped in in a dazed like state until she chooses to release or go visit them.

As of yet, she can only mold into mirrors, but hopefully she'll eventually be able to teleport herself through other things that give off a reflection such as small bodies of water (puddles).
Background: Delilah came from a well-off family, though both of her parents had divorced and remarried she’d remained with her father, who’d gotten rich off the lottery, heh. He saved the money, along with what he had already, and sprouted up a few businesses on top of the car dealership he’d owned prior to winning the lottery.

He bought a three story mansion which he used more out of luxury than need. Leah wasn’t close to either parent, and took her father’s money finding to her advantage to claim any piece of material item she wanted.

She was about fourteen when she discovered her power. Her father was holding an expensive party at the house which she wasn’t able to attend, and had been staying with her mother that weekend. She was eyeing herself in the mirror, fixing her hair and whatnot, thinking about what it would be like to be there when she rather accidentally touched her mirror and was transported to back to her father’s house, using the large glass mirror at the bottom of the staircase as her exit ramp.

Nonetheless, she’d been a little startled, as had several other individuals who’d caught sight of her act. But they pretended as if they hadn’t seen anything, for one, who would believe someone could come out of a mirror, and secondly it could have just be special effects, at the time Leah’s father Mitch had been dwindling in such things wondering if it would be a profit to establish some sort of business there.

Leah later discovered what exactly she’d done to get from one place to the other, and worked it while her father was busy working or playing around with his fortune. She used her power to get from one house to the other, making sure that at both her father’s and mother’s house there were mirrors decorating her room. Not to say she’s vain in the least, but just as a priority so she knew if she could get from one place to the other easily if need be.

Eventually, she got sick of the living styles at both homes and left using her gift, taking an extra wad of cash from her father with her. Living in the higher class part of Chicago had been nice, but her heart craved something new, and she moved from Illinois to New York within a course of three years.
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Full Name: Loraine Woods Ortega
Nicknames: N/A
Alias: N/A
Age: 90, though she looks 9
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Not interested.
Appearance: Loraine Ortega is utterly adorable when first looking her square in the face. That smile that seems to be ever present surely brings a smile to most adults faces. The smile holds an all-knowing-ness that is really quite rare and quite ridiculous for a girl who merely looks around nine years old. The child, however, is has more knowledge than a nine year old should have.

But then, we’re forgetting the rare and incurable (most likely genetic) disease she has; one where her body ages so slowly it takes approximately ten years for it to age, however her mind is quite a different story.

Loraine has natural blonde hair that reaches a few inches above her shoulder blades. She usually leaves it down, or pulls it back though that seemingly depends on what she decides to wear. The child, if that’s what you’d like to call her, has a great fashion sense and the ability to get whatever she wants if she just opens her mouth. However, Loraine has always been a quiet person, in foster care she rarely spoke unless spoken to (and even then not always).

In some ways, Loraine is depressed on how she’s treated simply because she looks so young. But she’s also learned that she can use the age she appears to be to her advantage. If a few gentle tears fall from her green eyes she can pretty much get anyone to cave her way. She just has the appearance, the adorable-ness, the voice, and the power to get what she wants, when she wants. Which, does in essence make her more spoiled as a child, but given her background she feels she deserves to trick people into giving her what she wants.

The child, Loraine, stands at only four foot four inches but even her height can come to her advantage. The fact that she’s as skinny as a small tree also helps even though she’s not all fond of the way she looks in that respect. In fact, she has the appetite of an elephant so she has no idea why she’s as skinny as she is. She supposes her metabolism is as fast as a jack-rabbit in regards to her aging disease, otherwise its so slow it doesn’t even process the amount of calories she eats.
Persona: Loraine is to put simply an intelligent girl who prides in learning as much as she possibly can while she can. If there’s a library in town she’ll definitely be found in it and reading about every book on the shelves. She’s been known to buy and/or steal books from shops just because she hasn’t read them yet. This includes both fiction and non-fiction books on everything from how to build your own house to how to identify plants to dangerous and deadly snakes in America to learning foreign languages. Since she looks so young she can only do so much, but she tends to use her ability to get what she wants, which usually consists of a book of some kind.

In this aspect Loraine can come off as a very shy, secluded child who just wants to bury her nose beneath a book. However, she tends to be quite the opposite, she likes socializing with people older than her, however, most don’t want to socialize with a person who looks to be merely nine years old. In this aspect, she does happen to be more quieter than she would normally be, and with her current alliance to the brotherhood she’s become more of a ‘mute’ than anything else.

This group tends to like to hang around people of their age, however, people of Loraine’s age are old, graying, and move about the speed of a snail. So, she obviously doesn’t want to hang around them, and would rather hang around a more livelier group. However, she’s always had limitations/restrictions, and this is just another one to her.

Despite this, Loraine always seems to have a smile on her face, and will take everything that comes at her in stride. She’s still human, and despite her age and how she appears she does not have any healing powers so she still must be careful. But, she’s also learned of old Indian, tribal remedies she can use to heal wounds quicker than the common first aid kit, though she does know how to use that as well, and is equipped with the knowledge and experience to use CPR, if she has enough strength to do so.
Powers: Loraine has the unique ability to use her voice to entrance people to do as she pleases, however, this has many faults which will be explained in a moment. First off, however, is the fact that whenever Loraine speaks, her voice is used to persuade people into sliding her way. It’s as if she’s trying to persuade someone to do something for her and succeeding with flying colors. Like she’s great at debates and can get anyone to sway in her opinion.

This however, is something she can’t turn off. If she wanted to actually argue with someone she can’t, because they’d instantly want to cave her way. This has led her to be a very quiet person who is most often considered to be a ‘mute’ because of her lack of speech. That doesn’t mean, however, that she won’t speak just that she’s not fond of getting her way all of the time.

Also, Loraine’s ability effects certain ethnic groups less and some not all. For instance, Hispanics are effected less by her ability but can still be persuaded into swaying her way if she works at it. Cubans are more resistant to her ability and Asians can’t be persuaded at all. This comes as both an advantage and a disadvantage to her. For those times she wants to argue with someone she simply finds someone of that ethnic group, and when she really wants something but one of these ethnic groups is in her way she has to really put her knowledge to the test. But this as side effects on its on, sometimes she has to act the age she appears and she has to remember that as she’s trying to persuade someone to lean her way.
Background: Loraine was born on a chilly, gloomy Monday morning at three forty-seven. Her biological mother Reese Woods was roughly the age of seventeen and no more equipped to take care of a child than any other teenager from a rural family background. The baby born was healthy besides one ‘small’ factor, the child, Loraine, possessed a rare disease that caused her body to age slowly like the speed of a snail. In this aspect, the child age so slowly that it took her a decade (or so) to look a year older. Because of this, Reese Woods found it utterly impossible to care for the child and sent her into foster care where a suitable family could take care of her.

Roughly, with this rare disease Loraine started out life relatively hard. She aged slowly, though her mind and brain power was well-more educated than others her age. She was able to use more of her brain and learn from her experiences which in turn got her through school, and made school relatively easy for her when she was old enough (look-wise) to attend it. Because of her mere size and the age she looked it was thoroughly discussed that she would have to be home-schooled, otherwise she’d have to take every grade roughly ten times, which is unfair for any child.

Loraine didn’t mind learning, in fact she loved to learn new things. The foster family that took her in was kind enough to by her multitudes of books to read. She also was often taken to the public library, and checked out books. It wasn’t long before she’d read all the books in the library and was borrowing books from neighboring families, and other shops when the family went on long trips or vacations.

There was always the confliction of what exactly she was allowed to read or allowed to watch as she appeared to be only roughly the age of a child, but was in fact much older. Because of her disease she had to transfer from one foster family to another multiple times, and thus those that learned of her history tried to put new restrictions on her. For merely seven, she had quite a developed brain, a colorful vocabulary, and the rebellion usually accompanied with the teenage variety of children. But Loraine had gotten tossed around so often, and restricted so much, that she wanted some freedom.

It was around this time that her ability flared up…

She started realizing that when she got angry or really wanted something she could convince her foster family, siblings and even the dog to do as she asked. This even happened when she knew that the answer would be no. She got to thinking that this, for one, could be used to her advantage and secondly that it wasn’t a natural ability. She’d reviewed tons of books on history as well as dappled her interests elsewhere and discovered that she was unique. It wasn’t until a few years later that the term ‘mutant’ hit her ears, and she realized she was one of those. But by then she’d learned to adapt her ability enough that it was hardly noticeable that she was controlling people.

Loraine had always been a naturally quiet person, many people, when first meeting her, thought she was a mute. However, this is not true, she simply just doesn’t feel like speaking or socializing with others given her own age, disease, and dilemmas.
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Full Name: Iris Violet Monroe
Nicknames: Ivy
Alias: Tsunami
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Appearance: Iris is a girl of change. She hates being in the same mood for so long, or being the same way for longer than a week. That’s why, when found, she tends to be a very random person. She can’t stand having the same hairstyle or same color hair, and thus changes it often. Despite her need to change up her looks her hair is always long enough to pull into a ponytail. She hates short hair, and at its shortest length it’ll be at her shoulders. She enjoys dying it as well, and really prefers black over her natural white blond color. That doesn’t mean, however, that she won’t change it to a brunette, red, or some other wild color. That just means, that for the time being, she prefers black.

Iris isn’t overweight and definitely wouldn’t be classified as underweight. She has a meaty portion of skin that she enjoys, she works out but only to stay fit, she’s not interested in losing weight. She doesn’t believe she needs to. Her body isn’t toned to show that she works out a lot or has in the past, though there are some definite muscles there. So much so, that it’s rather easy to tell that she packs a powerful punch if she were ever to throw one.

Iris as stated previously likes change, and that’s quite obvious with her wardrobe. Though she enjoys being a girl and showing off her assets, she’s bound to get into a tussle and a bit dirty. She wears everything from dresses to skirts, to pants and a shirt, to ties and suits.

Although, since the gaining of her mutation, and added abilities she finds she looks a bit odd wearing skirts or short-sleeved shirts. If she’s out in public she may normally try to cover her shins, knees, spine, elbows and shoulders to hide the lighter almost bluish color in those areas.

Fish Form:
In Iris’s fish form her body is of a slimy near green-ish blue color with just a slight hint of it’s natural tan-white human skin color. Her body is slimy yet smooth pretend like you’re petting a dolphin, only she tends to be a bit slimier (not that dolphins are slimy). Her eyes become a solid black color similar in appearance to the eyes of a deer. Her teeth change from human-like to shark-like; carnivorous, pointed, razor sharp, and white. Her hands and feet become webbed similar to that of a frog.
Persona: Let’s start out by describing Iris as confident. She knows what she wants and she’ll work hard to get it. In the same aspect she’s not afraid to admit when she likes someone, or when they’re being a total ass. She doesn’t really pause to realize that some of what she says may get her into trouble with some of her the people around her. She already realizes she doesn’t have a lot of money, but money doesn’t give you everything you need in life. It’s also quite easy to tell when she’s having a good day or a bad, as her moods are quite easy to tell apart.

Iris is a girl who loves to have fun. She loves to try new things, loves to participate in different activities. She mostly loves to dance and sing, and has taken many different forms of dance from ballet to hip hop. In the aspect of trying new things, and always liking to spice things up a bit she can come off as very random, weird, and even at some points crazy. It all depends on what terms these words mean to you.

And, last but not least, in describing Iris Violet Monroe, she is very loud. This is the aspect of her life that people find most irritating. She doesn’t care what people think or say, but she’ll often times go yelling (or rather singing) down the halls the lyrics to a song that randomly pops into her head from a head motion or comment made by someone she passes.

All in all, Iris is a very unique person given the home-life situation. She takes life as it’s given to her, and works to achieve what it is she wants.
Powers: Being part fish isn’t the most accepting ability of the bunch, though if the mutant being loves water they may be a bit more accepting. Of course, Iris wasn’t very fond of her ability when she first realized she had it. Turning into some sea demon or something more similar to a mermaid wasn’t quite something she was fascinated about. In fact, when she was a child she’d never even imagined becoming such a creature. But to live and breath it now, it was, well, strange.

Not that water wasn’t her life already as she’d been on the swim team in high school and had been a lifeguard prior to gaining her ability. But the slight oddities in her human appearance, the changings from fish to girl and back again (painful!) and the control over water was well… a lot to get used to. At first she didn’t realize she could control water, and first tried to master the art of shape shifting from girl to fish. This process was hard, especially the lung to gills change. This was the most painful process in the beginning but began to get progressively easier the more times she does it. She still doesn’t have full control over it, and may change unwillingly when out in the rain or when she gets nervous or overwhelmed. Which, altogether isn’t a good thing, especially when she’s no where near a salt water source.

Once she’d gotten the shifting part done, or pretty much so, she started to notice that she was able to control the water around her, which could come in to be very beneficial if the need was there. This particular ability does seem to work around her emotions more so than the shifting ability, however, she cannot control the water unless she’s in her fish form, a big sideback in her opinion. When angry, and in fish-form she can muster enough strength to develop tsunami-like waves (thus the alias) or hurricane-like waves and use them to plummet against cities or beaches. By this means she could create floods and huge storms that seemingly appear out of nowhere, but they are very draining, and though she can create them doesn’t mean she can control them.

Making the waves and storms is easy, however, being able to muster enough control is time-consuming and energy wasting. It’s also rather hard to practice to control this ability in a stable situation, because there really isn’t a stable situation. Also, if she starts attacking the same city with her ‘storms’ the dim-witted humans may start to suspect something. For that matter, she hasn’t had much time or energy to bother in really controlling this ability, but she is trying to work on it.

Also, because she is part fish her human skin is a bit softer, and she has to at least change into her fish form once a week otherwise she may become deathly ill, and may die (kind of like dehydrating only a faster process).
Background: Her Life:
Iris Violet Monroe was a premature baby born into a pre-mature child. The child, Lily, was only fifteen and was in no condition to raise a child, but Lily had strong beliefs against abortion, so instead gave birth to the child.

Before further explaining what happened to the premature child we must describe the condition in which Miss Lily Monroe was in. She was a child that belong to abusive parents who both drank, smoked, and did a combination of drugs including pot, weed, and marijuana. When Lily was eight her parents were put in prison for their marijuana addiction, and Lily was put into child services. Prior to that the child had been beaten numerous times where it got to the point that a helpful teacher notified the authorities and actions were later taken. Lily Monroe was then set into a large foster family. They thought the transition would be good for her, but it took awhile for the young Lily to be able to get along with these strange new people. By the time Lily was twelve she'd already dabbled in a few drugs, including those that her parents had smoked. Also, she was already addicted to alcohol by the first time she tried it, which was well into her thirteenth birthday with friends. By fourteen she'd run off, and was on her own. So, when she gave birth to her premature child Iris Violet Monroe she was in no condition to care for her. Lily, the homeless alcoholic pot smoker had a decision to make; care for her daughter the best she could or give her away to someone who might not be able to care for. Lily chose the first of those two choices.

Lily managed to get into a gang which then cared for her and her to-be child. She gave birth to her child, as early stated, prematurely, but could now afford to care for the child. Due to help from Lily's gang, she was able to maintain a proper living style for Iris for a time being. But one situation turns into another before one even realizes it, and Lily got into some bad trouble before Iris turned four.

Lily got scared of her gang members after a brutal beating and ran off with her child, moving to Rockwell Grove with some of the money she'd collected within the past four years. Getting a job a strip club as a pole dancer she then gained enough money to buy a trailer and further care for her young child. But since this isn't a story about Lily and in fact the story of Iris Violet Monroe, let's move on.

Iris grew up in California since she was five, and pretty much before she could remember anything else. She grew up on the low part of society, where all the bad-shit happened. She learned to take life as it was given to her, and worked hard to achieve her goals. By the age of fourteen she had a job and was already saving up for college. By fifteen she was able to get her license, but couldn't afford the money to get a car, thus, she took her bike everywhere or else walked. By nineteen she had enough money to get out of her mother's home, but decided to save the money to go to college instead. Her grades were a bit above average, not 4.0, but definitely in the 3.5 range.

The Mutation:
Iris grew up in a world where the last thing on her mind was the thought and/or desire to become a mutant. So, when odd things started to happen to her she was a bit perplexed. She didn’t usually listen to the news or read the newspaper on these sorts of articles, the ones that talked about ‘freaks of nature’ and ‘evolution at its finest’. She first thought it was weird that along her shoulders, elbows, knees, shins, and spine she began to look a bit pale, almost bluish. Then the undying need for water, not that that was very strange or anything, just that she wasn’t satisfied with regular water, it had to contain a large amount of salt. Which again wasn’t a problem, she lived off the coast in California, and she was a lifeguard, so access to that sort of water was rather easy. But it still perplexed her, she didn’t inform anyone, but instead looked through countless amounts of books and magazines, but couldn’t explain this undying need.

Since, for Iris, water was like her second home, she was around it quite often. There wasn’t a day where she wasn’t spending some time doing some activity in it. She was quite frankly, part fish, and that would become more apparent in her life later.

Iris had decided to take an early swim in the ocean one summer day prior to her working as a lifeguard and took to the water like a fish, praticially. It was then that she made her first transformation from human to mer-person. She had dipped her body under the water, and would be resurfacing as soon as she needed air, but soon found that she didn't need air. This perplexed her, and sent her fish-self into somewhat of a frenzie. She opened her eyes underwater and found that the water didn't sting her eyes as it normally did, instead she could see clearly underwater like she had goggles on. Then she looked at her arms and legs and spotted the webbing between each finger so she looked similiar to a frog, and then checked her feet to see the same thing. She was both awed, delighted, and horrorstruck at the realization of being part fish, literally.

Iris wasn't able to unshift till she'd calmed down, which had taken several hours and she called in sick for work, unable to muster up being caught in the water again. However, she couldn't just not go near water, it was her life afterall, so once she'd calmed down (and quencing her undying need of salt water) she went back towards the big blue ocean and bathed in the water, of course she changed again. But this time she was more prepared and slowly through many trial and errors like this had come to partly master being able to change into her fish form at will. However, she also learned that she had added abilities than just being part fish. She could control the water, make it crash against the beach hurranice style, it was quite neat, but twice as hard to control as the morphing bit of her power.

Since the gaining of her powers she's had to live near an ocean in order to live, and now wants to explore the world with her new power. She ditched the idea of college, for the time being (after all it be ten times as hard trying to go to school and needing an ocean near by and plus the added mutant x. human conflicts going on in the world today), and decided to travel for a bit.
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Full Name: Jessica Miller
Nicknames: Jessie, Jess
Alias: Zara
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Appearance: Think blonde.
Think tall.
Think thin.
Think model, and that’s pretty much the appearance of the bratty blonde Jessie Miller. She’s the middle-child of a family of nine, but if you really knew her you wouldn’t believe it. Not that we should get into that just yet, so, moving on. When you first spot Jessie, which honestly it isn’t hard at all, you find yourself staring into the eyes of a cobra, though, at first you don’t realize it. They are of an icy blue color and hidden behind long dark lashes that are usually coated in mascara, and her eyes outlined in dark black eyeliner.


Returning to Jessie’s blonde due, reaches to her shoulders and is naturally straight. She’s fortunate enough that it’ll curl, and may occasionally leave it in long curls to adjust her taste and have something new. Jessie stands at approximately five foot nine inches.

Jessie has her tongue, ears, and belly pierced. She has a tattoo of a hissing black cobra on her lower back.

Jessie’s usually seen wearing fairly little clothing, short skirts, shirts that show her midriff. She likes short dresses, anything that shows skin.
Persona: Let’s start off by saying that being in the middle of nine has not made her any more patient than one would expect. In fact, she’s very impatient and everything that is hers is hers. She doesn’t like to share, mostly because usually when she had to share with her siblings one of her items would get broken, or she wouldn’t see it forever. She likes her things, even items she doesn’t use anymore she’s likely to hold a grudge if you try to borrow it from her. This includes food as well as material items or just plain old junk. This however, doesn’t make her a packrat.

Don’t you find it how ironic it is, that she hates to share but she borrows or rather copies the powers of others for her own good?

Secondly, let’s say that Jessie seems like the reserved, quiet, shy type but she’s far from that. She can be loud, boisterous and quite annoying if you really want to know her. However, she pulls of the quiet act because she likes to observe people and her surrounding, thus the reasoning behind keeping the dog morph she’s gained (having it for quite a few years now). She likes taking her Zara form, the form of a Border collie mix, to observe people in a way others might find a little odd. As an animal (and an adorable one at that) she’s able to get close and personal with people to see how they really act and behave; this also helps her steal powers and gain information.

Jessie has mastered the art of deceiving people. She does not want to be friends and get to know you; she wants to steal from you. Even if you don’t hold anything she may want (material-wise), the so-called friendship may have some benefits later on, and therefore she pull the act of befriending you or several people. This is one reason why Jessie is characterized as a snake (cobra). She likes to use people for her own good, make every relationship beneficial. And with that in mind, not many people know the real her, not even her family.

As previously stated, Jessie can be a very loud, boisterous person if she’s around the right people. She has the ability to pick out what personality traits will suit a particular person right (in the making friends part). She can be all smiles if the occasional calls for it. When someone angers her, be sure to realize that even if she mellows out, the event won’t be forgotten. This snake holds grudges worse than Satin himself.
Powers: Jessie has the unique ability to learn other people’s abilities by merely watching them. By observing another mutant while they are using their power’s she instantly gains that power and sets it into a storage cell in her mind. The storage cell can hold up to five powers at a time, and can dish out ones she doesn’t like or want any longer and replace them with new abilities. Jessie can only take a power that a person uses, she cannot take every power that person has unless they’re all shown to her.

When removing abilities from their crate she must make sure her mind is empty, and solely focused on removing that ability from her mind. To add an ability to her collection, she must see it, when this happens her eye color will change to a lighter shade of blue, almost an off-white coloration.

Now, Jessie can use any of the powers she collects, but she has a hard time collecting physic powers because you cannot really see them in action. For this reason, she’s most vulnerable to physic attacks.

Jessie can not only borrow/copy powers but she can also copy everyday abilities like being able to play the guitar or violin or flip her eyelids over. Human abilities as well as mutant ones.

Currently she can heal, but this only consists of minor wounds such as cuts, scrapes, or bruises. She can't heal broken bones or even sprained limbs, and she can only heal herself (not that she'd want to heal anyone else if she had the opportunity). Also, she's learned to preform perfect back flips from some guy preforming tricks on a trapeze wire at a circus.

A chameleon (no not the animal!) lended her their camoflague ability, which she uses rather second nature now to retrieve items of her desire for cash or passion. Also, she can shape-shift into a border collie mix dog, that looks quite similar to a ying-yang symboled face. The canine is strictly black and white, and overly friendly and hyperactive. The transition from dog to human can be overwhelming and usually if she shifts between the two constantly she'll get migranes and is stuck in either form for a period of time which consists of two to three days or more.

Finally, Jessie can communicate with insects but she's not very fond of this ability as well as the back flipping one, and would much rather get rid of them soon.
Background: Try growing up the middle child of nine. Try finding something you’re good at that none of your other siblings is good at. Try sharing a room with three sisters. Try sharing a bathroom with five brothers, and three sisters. Try not going insane from all the constant sibling rivalry, and fighting. Try never having any alone time.

Growing up the middle child of nine was not the greatest thing in the world for Jessica Miller. She always had hand-me-downs and had to pass along her own clothing to her sisters, she also had to share everything, and after fifteen years of living with her family she finally got fed up enough and moved out.

Life on her own was better for her, for one, everything she owned belonged to her and no one else was allowed to use it, and no one would steal it from her either. Alone she didn’t have to worry about not getting enough to eat (not that she’s crazy about food or anything). Alone she was able to think for herself and didn’t have countless amounts of siblings pouring thoughts into her head and the like.

When she was sixteen she learned of her power after watching a man get shot the bullet sliding through his arm and out the other end, and then re-healing. Then she was in a mugging that left her battered and bruised, and when her mugger had departed she began to heal rapidly. That wasn’t the only thing that proved to her that she was very unique compared to the rest of her siblings.

She once spotted a man blend in with a building as he inched forward to steal a woman’s purse. Curiously, Jessie had blended in with the surrounding flow of people as she watched the man snatch the purse unseen and undetached.
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Full Name: Kara Hugg
Nicknames: N/A
Alias: N/A
Age: 14
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Undecided
Appearance: Kara is a small girl who stands at roughly five feet. She has long blonde hair that reaches to her mid back and is usually down. It's very straight, which she dislikes but there's nothing she can really do about it. It's also very thick, and can be quite annoying at times. Her eyes are a grey blue like her fathers, and her lips are small and her nose button-like like her mothers. As any fourteen year old she's still growing and looks almost as skinny as a pencil, something she doesn't really appreciate but it's not really anything she can do about it.

Kara usually wears kakhis or slacks with a nice shirt. She doesn't like jeans at all and you won't catch her dead in them. She also isn't fond of flip flops and won't wear any kind of shoe that lacks a back strap. A bit odd perhaps, but everyone has their fashion no's and won't's.
Persona: Kara has issues. No seriously she does!

She has a hard time trusting people, she thinks they only want to be friends with her because her family has money or she can pretty much get whatever she wants. In that aspect it takes her a lot to open up to people. When first meeting people she's polite but distant and usually very quiet. She's not likely to start up a conversation with a stranger no matter who they happen to be. They could be the goregous Orlando Bloom and she wouldn't say two words to him, besides the basics.

So you get into her line of trust, that doesn't mean she'll tell you every little secret she has. There's trust and then there's actual trust. And as earlier stated she doesn't have a lot of it with most people. Besides, she's learned from her preppy private schools that most girls want nothing to with the sorts of things she's interested in, and if they are, well.. then they just want something from her. She often times is likly to hold a grudge, and don't think you won't go unpunished if you do happen to piss her off. Though young, she wield's a rare ability that not many people like in general.

Kara is mostly a quiet girl who speaks her opinion when she feels the need. To her closest of friends she will tell them most everything. She's not much of a complainer unless it deals with her Aunt Sharon, then she could go on forever. But mostly, she's well-mannered, a good behaving student on most occasions with a sometimes weird morality ideals.
Powers: Kara has the unique ability to communicate and control insects. She can manipulate the creatures into doing exactly what she wants them to do. This, however, doesn't mean she can always get them to do what she wants, and the species that aren't usually associated with in the location she's currently at won't listen to her as clearly or as easily as possibly a cockroach would. Kara doesn't have any full control over this ability as it is something she only learned of a year and a half ago.

Her mutation began when she found some unruly cockroaches in her aunts bedroom. Her aunt would have killed them, if she wasn't utterly terrified of bugs and especially cockroaches. If her aunt had been a bit nicer to her that evening, Kara may have never learned or her ability. But that evening the woman had been particularly ruthless when she was banned from hanging out with her friend Stacey because she was seen with an unruly boy and some alcohol. Anyways, Kara had never personally been afraid of bugs and as her aunt ran out ot get the broom she thought that the closet would be a good place to hide where there were several shelves that were slightly ajar. The small critters seemed to get the idea and scurried to the closet and then into the drawers. Kara, had been perplexed by this and when Aunt Sharon came back in and demanded where the bugs were she simply shrugged her shoulders and said she had no idea. Later on that night after her aunt had left her room (after thoroughly searching it) she thought about other places the bugs could wiggle themselves into to scare the living crap out of her aunt. And, astonishingly they seemed to get the hint.

This wasn't to say that at first her insect manipulation was easy because once she tried manipulating an army of fire ants to take on an apple, but she did nothing more than watch them head back into their ant hole. Confused, she later saw a fly buzzing around and thought of her aunt eating a fly pot pie instead of the one in her lap. And what happened next? Just guess. Fly pot pie.

Kara gradually learned that she could only manipulate fairly few insects until she could control her ability more. Now she can control at least four dozen insects at once, which isn't bad, but she figures she could do better.
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Full Name: Ava Lane
Nicknames: N/A
Alias: Firecracker
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Appearance: This spunky girl has blonde hair that reaches to about her shoulder blades. It’s naturally straight though she has the luxury of being able to curl it occasionally. Though she usually prefers it straight anyways. Her hair is usually down, and only when she goes to bed, is working out, or having a ‘bad day’ will she pull it up. Usually one can tell what kind of mood she is by how she wears her hair. For example, if it is styled at all she’s feeling a bit special or spontaneous. If it’s just down and looks as if she just ran her hands through it to get the tangles out, then she’s more for a lazy day (at least lazy for Ava).

Ava has a set of hazel almost light green shaded eyes. Sometimes they do look more green than hazel it usually depends on the amount of light in the room.

Ava’s face is oval shaped, her skin a soft lightly tanned, obviously Caucasian, color. She has an adorable button-nose that her mother always comments her about (which also makes her occasionally embarrassed). She also has a lightly defined chin, nothing to drastic to be the most defining feature on her face, but definitely noticeable.

Ava has big, full lips that accentuates her face. They are naturally a light pink though she usually darkens them with lip gloss or lipstick. There is most often chapstick or lip gloss with her at all times, though she’s not one to focus on her looks. She more into having fun and enjoying herself rather than how cute she looks while doing it.


Ava stands at about five foot seven, not overly tall but not succeeding short either. She doesn’t mind her height, again she doesn’t find a reason to worry what size or height she is. She also maintains a good body weight. She likes to eat healthy foods though does occasionally splurge. Again, she’s not really focused on her appearance, however, she does prefer to maintain a good body weight for her own good health.
Persona: Ava is a very happy individual. She loves life and loves doing just about everything. You don’t often here her complaining and usually has a smile upon her face. She loves to laugh and goof around and can often times be the one seen in class fidgeting because she has to much energy. She’s very energetic, very active, and has to always be doing something. She doesn’t like sitting around and watching television. Honestly, she doesn’t see the need for a television in her home, therefore she doesn’t really have one.

As a girl who loves life, she’s also a sucker for love too. She’s in to all the romantic stuff like dinner by candle light or a walk on the beach at sunset with her current lover. When she’s dumped she’s an emotional wreck and needs to cuddle up with friends and eat comfort foods and watch television and old sappy movies. This is about the only time where her energetic nature subsides and she’s willing to do absolutely nothing and be an utter couch potato.

Ava is the outdoorsy type. She hates being cooped up inside and she’s often found doing something most wouldn’t do in a lifetime. For instance, she’s gone sky-diving, scuba diving, rock climbing, camping alone in the wilderness, and just about everything imaginable. She absolutely loves animals and will often times be seen with her own. She owns a Airedale named Jude, a female kitty named Holly, a black potbelly piglet named Rudy, a blue and gold macaw named Skittles and a Red macaw named Snickers. She will occasionally bring all her animals around town and even into stores that allow animals.

Though one would probably never get there unless they strived to do so. It is very hard to get on her nerves and therefore piss her off. Though there are certain things that do piss her off, like animal abuse. When she does get angry, it is advised that you get as far from her as possible, because not only is she a hazard to whoever upsets her, but also to everyone else in the surrounding area.
Powers: As a fire elemental Ava has the unique ability to control fire. Fire has no effect to her whatsoever and often times she’s not effected when the temperatures are relatively hot. However, her energy level does seem to become low, like having a low blood sugar level, when the temperatures are cold and during the winter season. This doesn't mean that her mood totally depends on how the weather is, but when she's having a slump it tends to be worse during the cooler temperature days.

Ava can become fire as well as shoot it from her hands and fingertips. She also can absorb fire, but only limited amounts. For instance if there was a forest fire, and she was trying to absorb the fire to get rid of it she wouldn't be as successful as if it was a small kitchen fire. When her whole body becomes fire she is extremely pissed off, this is rare, but it has happened before. Usually when this happens, it be best to avoid her, because though she can become this form it is hard for her to focus her powers into anything constructive and she does more damage than anything else. Though she maintains control of her abilities pretty well if she were to get really upset all control is thrown out the window. She becomes a hazard to those around her, and to herself.

Also, a good identifier that she's using her abilities is that her eyes become almost a bright though deep forest green-like color.Background: It’s not hard to believe that this animal lover did actually grow up surrounded by animals. She grew up on a farm with her older brother Clayton Lee and older sister Dawn. She had all the usual house choirs but her favorite were the choirs outside, caring for the animals. She gave the animals food and water, milked the cows, got the eggs from the hens, and so forth. Her favorite was milking the cows and her favorite cow was Milky Sue.

The most eventful memory of her childhood that she can remember like it was just yesterday was the birth of the calf that later became her favorite stud of the herd. This calf, was born by her favorite mother cow, Milky Sue, and she raised the calf since she was eight.

The stud was the first animal she truly fell in love with, and was the first of many to come. Now she owns an Airedale named Jude, a black potbelly piglet named Rudy, two parrots one red named Snickers and the other blue and gold named Skittles, the last of her crew of pets is Holly a small stray kitten she’d just found. Her stud-muffin the male cow’s name is Rosco, a name generated by constant bickering between herself and her brother Clayton.
Pets: www.kateconnick.com/postcards/airedale.jpg <-- Jude
www.gifttrap.com/images/1stOutside6.JPG <-- Rudy
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gallery.photo.net/photo/2997918-lg.jpg <-- Snickers
artfiles.art.com/images/-/Allyson-Ricketts/Tortoise-shell-cat-Photographic-Print-C12085870.jpeg <-- Holly
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Mutant/Gifted Charcters; Part Two

Full Name: Rian Myia
Nicknames: N/A
Alias: Rain
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Sexaulity: What?
Appearance: Rian has long blonde, straight hair that extends past her midback. She rarely ever pulls it back and always wears it down to hide her face. Her skin is pale from being in the sun so few times. She's almost always cold and therefore is always seen in a hoodie or heavy coat trying to keep warm.

Rian has never stood straight or tall in her life, she's been so cooped up, so caged, that she's always slouched, always cowered. For this reason, she's never stood at her full height, and therefore appears to be about five foot two.

Usually hidden behind her blonde hair are her chocolate colored eyes. Her body consists of no brutal scars such as if she'd been abused. No evidence that she's been abused what-so-ever despite her personality flaws and behavior. She wears no jewelery and nothing of value. If anything she wears unattractive clothing and neutral colors.
Persona: ((Re-doing))
Powers: Rian has an unmonitored connection with water. It gathers around her as if drawn to her, but she only uses it when heavily stressed or extremely frightened. For this reason, how much she can do with her element is unsure.

In all honesty, she doesn't use her added ability what-so-ever. The ability isn't a friend to her, she's as afraid of it as she is of everyone else. This is possibly, why she also isn't interested in learning how to control it.

In past experiences she's been able to force water on others and make it hover around her in a protective bubble. For this reason, she's been named Rain as a lil' alias, though that doesn't make her feel anymore connected with her ability or with other people.
Background: Rian Lynn Mason was born on a Tuesday on a stormy, rainy night in the middle of april at eleven fifty three into a family that wanted nothing to do with a daughter. Her parents were the type of people who wanted a son, and when they didn't give one they pushed their only child away.

Rian grew up a scared life stuck in the basement of her parent's home. It was like a cellar down there, and she was always cold, always hungry, and always alone. By the age of ten, she grew to learn of her 'ability' but was as scared of it as she was of everything else.

Ontop of being nothing to no one, her parents were big alcoholic drinkers and would often get in fights both physical and mental. They never striked her, though yelling alone made the child cower in fear.

One brutal night things got out of hand and when her father went to strike her he was attacked by a wave of water that had gathered on the floor of the cellar. That was the only time she ever striked back. That was the only time her parents tried to beat her physically.

After that, she could hear them above her, talking about the splash and what she might be. But that didn't make her leave. Instead, a hurricane washed out their home, and she'd managed to get out of the cellar and to the top of the house (which she wasn't familiar with) and was rescued later by rescuers. They assumed she was a runaway who was abused and beaten or something similar and put her into a foster family.

The foster family took her in, but they couldn't help her get out of her box. She remained cowered, hiding in her assigned room and never leaving. She wasn't even potty trained and so the family had to teach that to her also. But the process of teaching a cowering child something when they want nothing to do with you was a process that took quite a long time. If it wasn't for the fact that one of the other foster kids within the family also had a similar ability she wouldn't have learned of the school and so forth.

When she was fourteen, one of the members of her foster family tried to touch her and she had an episode or rather, used her ability in a means of protection. Water particles in the surrounding area surrounded her in a means of protecting her from the human contact. The family member, freaked, and ran out of the room and therefore the child, Rian Mason, was sent to the school.

Full Name: Monique Cormick
Nicknames: Mon, Cory
Alias: N/A
Age: 11
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Gross!
Appearance: Monique has dark brown curly hair that naturally falls in large curls around her face. It reaches to about her mid-back, and she’ll usually wear it down. Her grandmother had taught her at an early age how to braid and style her hair, and tends to do that on occasion as well.

Monique stands at about four foot eight inches and has a slender form. She likes wearing bright colors and blues. She’s also fond of long skirts and dresses. She’d pretty much be called a girly girl if she was fascinated with the color pink (which she isn’t). In all honesty, she prefers the color green.

Monique has pretty hazel colored eyes that seem more green than blue on most occasions, usually because of the color of the clothing she’s wearing.
Persona:The basics: sweet, energetic, lovable, and caring. Monique would be describe as a sweetheart, because that’s simply what she is. She loves helping people, and even more so making them happy. She hates it when people are down and gloomy, and just loves to cheer people up or try to help out however she can.

But she has issues trying to help people. Well, she doesn’t have issues, people have issues with her. For one, who’d want to open up to an eleven year old? She’s only a child, what can she do? Well, she’s a lot more helpful than one would believe. She’s honest, truthful, always willing to help out, trustworthy, and can keep a secret better than anyone.

Monique by all means of personality and power is a healer. She’s capable of brightening anyone’s mood simply by being around them and presenting them with that hundred percent award winning smile of hers. It seems her childish face adds to that touch of making anyone happy.

Monique in a way, has a problem dealing with sad people. Growing up with her grandmother who was suffering from the loss of the death of her husband and son. The woman had always seemed distant, and the more saddened the woman had grown the further away Monique seemed to get from her. For this reason, she tries to make people happy no matter what, and may tend to over do it at times.
Powers: Monique is a healer, and a excellent one at that. For only being eleven she has an extraordinary ability to heal people without touching them. She can be in a room and the people will feel better, happier.

She can change the mood of the people around her, not that she’s empathic or anything, just that the young girl seems to liven people up, make them feel younger, healthier. To her power, there is some truth. As being a healer she is capable to heal the people around her.

However, when it comes to healing, she seems incapable of healing herself. Which, doesn’t really bother her persay, she enjoys being able to help other people. She can survive on healing the long way as long as everyone around her is happy and healthy.
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Full Name: Anella Mak
Nicknames: Ane, Ella & Nell
Alias: Kanga
Age: 19 or 22 (depending upon the rp)
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Unsure
Status: Single
Appearance: Anella’s an anthro, meaning she is half human and half animal and in this case she's part albino kangaroo. She looks more like a kangaroo than a human being which is probably why she tends to be such a shy person. On top of her head are two large white ears that can turn on their own in almost any direction to pick up sounds the average human wouldn’t be able to. She has long white blonde hair that reaches to about her midback. Her pink skin is covered in short white fur that extends the length of her body.

She has a long, sturdy tail along with thin, long kangaroo legs. She even has the ever famous kangaroo pouch which she usually uses to stick books and such in. She uses it as an extra pocket. Because there are no garments that could actually ever fit around her tail or long legs she wears no pants of any sort. Besides, such clothes would be uncomfortable to even her.

The upper half of her body, stomach and up is basically normal. Her hands have all five digits, unlike the kangaroo she does have the chest area of a human. Which is about the only area of her body which is covered in clothes. Then again, it’s the only part of her body that feels comfortable in clothes.

Besides the white fur, her eyes are big almost a fluid-like red color that are beady, and look more kangaroo than human.
Personality: Anella is a very shy person, she tends to keep to herself and though she prefers company she doesn’t really allow people to get close to her. In fact, it takes a lot for her to open up to someone. Though, once she does open up she’s a very sweet girl.

Anella is a very kind girl, who cares more for others than herself. She’ll put her friends in front of herself, and on the rare occasion a stranger, but other than that she tries to keep to herself in general. When found around a friend she’ll speak casually to them.

Her voice is naturally soft, and doesn’t like to raise her voice or holler. In fact, she rarely raises her voice, and won’t raise it unless the need is great.
Background: Anella lived with her mother, who was telepathic. Her father, who was human, had left once realizing that his daughter and teenage girlfriend were mutants. So, Anella grew up with her mother who wasn’t at all ready to take care of a baby, let alone one that looked so extradinary as Ella. Though times were rough, she stuck through it and cared for Anella as best as she could.

Anella’s mother Cera had attended Xavier's school when she was young, and took the albino there. Since Anella was six she’d been attending at the private school, therefore knowing the ins and outs of the school, all the teachers.
Power: Due to her physical mutation she has a better hearing ability and eyesight than the average human. Also, because of her long powerful legs and thick sturdy tail she's good with balance and is able to jump rather high, along with hopping long distances.

Full Name: Sebastian Isaac Renaldi
Nickname(s): Seb, Sebbie, Sebster, Isaac, Ren
Alias: Birdman
Age: 19
Appearance: Sebastian is just an average guy, about average height, five nine in height to be exact. He’s averagely lean though slightly muscular, not that he lifts weights or anything, more of helping around the house. He is rather athletic, he likes to play sports and go for a run when he has the time or feels the need.

He has rather thick dark hair that has a natural wave to it. He hates it and usually keeps it short so it’ll stay out of his face. On most occasions he’ll spike it up, or when he’s feeling lazy he’ll leave it a mess and let it hang however it pleases. He’s not one to change his hair color, he likes the natural brown color though that‘s probably the only thing about it that he does like. Of course, if he were dared to change its coloration or cut it in a weird fashion, he’d surely do it.

Sebastian also has chocolate colored eyes, framed by slightly bushy eyebrows. His lips are of average size, not to small or to large. His nose is button-shaped and his face is shaped like an egg. So over all, he’s just some average looking kid with no real defining features.
Personality: Sebastian is just your average guy, though a little on the crazy side. He’s a daredevil and will try everything once, from food to fun, to well… anything. He’s dare champion, so if you’re playing truth or dare he’s the guy to call. Sebastian is very random. You could be talking about one thing one moment and the next he’ll blurt something out completely off topic and so out of the blue.

Despite his random craziness and daredevil qualities he’s relatively a easy to talk to guy. He’s loyal to his friends and would never stab them in the back for any reason. He chooses to forgive his friends when knots do arise, but be warned. Three strikes, and you’re out! If you cross him to many times, he’s over you, and has already moved on. For these select few, he can be a real jerk, and doesn’t give a damn what happens to them.

When it comes to school and family they are his top priorities. He’s excellent in school receiving top marks and will spend many nights doing homework rather than partying or socializing with friends. He’s very family orientated and loves spending time with his family rather than his friends. He’ll even accept the privilege of ‘babysitting’ his younger siblings and is very protective of his little sister Abby.

Overall, Sebastian is your all around good guy. He may seem hard to get along with at times, but in all honesty he’ll chat with just about anyone.
Background: Sebastian was the oldest of four, and has grown to love being the oldest, and taking the privileges, as well as the hassles, in stride. He may not always like being the oldest and having to do everything, but he rarely complains (at least openly). The mutant gene has passed on through him and his siblings, though it does not belong to his parents. Though, they were alarmed at first to realize they'd produced a family of mutants, they are now accepting of their children.

His younger brothers and sister are all mutants, Jason who's sixteen is a can control the temperature around himself and others, Jackson, who's ten, can minimally control electircity, and Abby who is seven is starting to show signs of being able to manipulate the light around her. Which definitely beats scarey nights alone in the dark.

Name: Heather Fayler
Nicknames: N/A
Alias: Collector
Age: 23
Sexual Orienation: Heterosexual | Straight
Status: Single
Alliance: N/A
Appearance: Heather has short shoulder length thick blonde hair that has a natural wave to it. She usually hates leaving it down unless she puts a little gel in it to scrunch it up, which leaves a bundle of curls surrounding her egg shaped face. The thick mass of hair is much easier to curl than straighten, so it’s either down in curls or held up in a messy bun of some sort. On the rare occasion she’ll spend enough time to braid it, or straighten it. But she finds when it’s straight it’s more of a hassle than when curled or up.

Heather has big luscious lips, that are naturally a deep pinkish red shade, and need a simple dash of lip gloss to elaborate on her face. Her eyes are of a hazel color usually changing with whatever outfit she chooses to wear.

Heather doesn’t have any preferred style of clothes, she wears what fits her comfortably and what she thinks looks good. She prefers colored corduroys over jeans, and black slacks over kakis. She will wear the occasional dark demins with a light shade shirt, blouse or tank. Her shoes are usually sneakers or slip-ons. She loves flip flops and will wear them daily in the warmer seasons.

She has no piercing, and in fact doesn’t really enjoy pain in general. She’s not a big jewelry fan, though she will wear a bracelet she’s gotten from an old friend who’d died in a car accident when she was still in high school.

She’s tall standing at about five feet eight and a half inches, though she does say she’s five feet nine inches. She’s rather clumsy, and has horrible balance. She trips over her feet often, and will stumble over them anywhere from in a building to on the sidewalk. She’s just a naturally clumsy person, and she’s fine with it. Even if that involves humiliating herself.
Personality: Heather may appear to be nice once first meeting her. But one shouldn’t expect to meet the same person after the first impression. She’s learned, while in college for a year and a half, that first impressions are important. That they basically show us what to expect of that person, and if they don’t act like that image afterwards they’re just having an off day. Well, Heather uses first impressions to her advantage.

Heather is well, a mixture between a bitch and a sweetheart. She can be either depending upon what side you happen to get on. She can be sweet, occasionally funny, especially when she trips over herself or falls down or up stairs. She’s naturally good natured, and does care about people that she likes and is close to. She loves animals, especially dogs, and hates snakes, spiders, and bugs in general. Though, worms are no problem for her. She loves people in general, but doesn’t go out of her way to make someone happy. She loves kids but wouldn’t spend a life-time with them.

She can also be a bitch. If you get on her bad side she’ll hate you forever. She holds grudges, and it isn’t that easy for her to let something go. Her memory though sometimes horrible is good when it comes to remembering what bad things people have done to her.

Heather is a naturally sarcastic person. She just loves pointing things out, and it’s rather easy to tell whether she’s joking or not. In fact, all it takes is a simple smile to know whether or not what she says is her actual opinion or just another sarcastic joke. She never means anything by her comments when she’s speaking to a friend. But those that aren’t her friends may have to watch out, she can be rather mean.
Power: Heather is able to make things around her shrink to any size she wants them to become. She can make a grown man shrink into Barbie doll size. She can shrink an actual car into a little hot wheels vehicle and vise versa. But the catch is, she can only do this successfully if she’s touching them.

If she’s shrinking a living-breathing creature then they feel a slight calming feeling come over them, and begin to relax as the process of shrinking takes place. Whether they realize what’s happening to them or not is unsure until the process is over with. The process in itself is both relaxing, and intoxicating sort of like a drug. Once it’s over with, the drug is gone and they may feel an overwhelming feeling of dread, though, this usually varies from one person to another.

Heather thus far is only comfortable touching something and making it shrink. Thinking about a particular object and making it shrink is very draining and she has yet to master that part of her ability without feeling exhausted.

Name: Céleste Anne Rhoades
Nicknames: N/A
Alias: Lady Luck
Age: 20
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Status: Single
Appearance: Céleste has shoulder-blade length curly strawberry blonde hair. It’s usually down and everywhere. She doesn’t really bother with it much. She’ll put a little gel in it on occasion to make it curlier than it already is, but other than that she doesn’t really mess with it. There are the rare occasions when she’ll pull half of it back to keep it out of her face.

Her skin is very pale, almost white but also holds a tint of pink to it. She has a few light colored freckles that line her cheeks and nose. Her eyes are a light blue color, and she’s about 5’9” in height. She’s not overly slender, but neither fat. She’s at a comfortable weight where she doesn’t look like a twig or even slightly over-weight.

She doesn’t have a distinct style of clothing. She usually wears what she feels comfortable in. She does seem to prefer tight fitting clothing that show off her curves.
Personality: Céleste is the quiet girl in class that everyone forgets about. She’s the girl you get partnered with and by the end of the assignment still don’t even know or can remember her name. The teachers don’t even really notice her, and actually have to look in a yearbook or something of the sort, if questioned about her. She’s the girl that’s excluded from everything, even if that was never meant to happen, and still seems to know more than anyone else (socially).

But Céleste likes it like that. She enjoys just observing the people around her. She’s learned from her dad(grandfather) that facial expressions are the best way to figure out how a person will act and how they are feeling. In fact, she can tell the mood of someone by just observing them. Also, if she observes someone for a period of time she pretty much has an understanding of their personality.

She gives the appearance of being a very shy person because her lack of actually putting herself out there. But that’s far from true. She’s not shy by any means. In fact, if she feels like it she’ll talk. She just normally doesn’t see the need.

If she doesn't like you, and even if she doesn't know you, don't expect her to play nice. She's been known to send shimmers of bad luck at people just because she thinks it funny to watch them fall flat on their face, or fail miserably at quite an easy subject.
Background: Céleste had lived with her grandfather since before she could remember. Her parents were incapable of caring for her, each being young teenagers when she was born. So, her grandfather had adopted her, and he then became her dad. As confusing as that is for other people to understand, she actually preferred her dad over her immature aunt and uncle ( biological mother & father).

Her dad was born deaf, but that didn’t mean Céleste didn’t cherish him more than anyone else. He was her best friend, her father, her mentor, and her teacher. She learned American Sign Language from him, and uses it on occasions to get rid of pesky people who’re trying to talk her ears off.

Her dad passed away about five years ago, and it still bothers her. She had to move in with her real parents, but as much as they tried bonding with her she kept pushing them away. She became quieter than she normally was, and her worried biological parents sent her to a psychologist who found nothing wrong with her.

Since then she’d gotten in numerous amounts of trouble, which, her aunt and uncle transferred her from school to school. They even sent her to boarding school, which, just resulted in her getting kicked out.

It was around this time that she got her power, and realizing what she was, she isolated herself even more. Though, she did try and perfect her ability as much as she could. That was until she finally got fed up and moved out, leaving her foolish aunt and uncle alone.
Power(s): Céleste posses the rare gift of controlling the amount of luck a person has. Céleste can give people both good luck and bad and she does this by generating an orb or beam of luck from her hands and sending it to the person she wants that luck to go to. She can be specific on who the luck goes to by displaying a mental image of that being or object in her mind and the orb of luck will hit that thing, absorbing into it’s center.

When struck by an orb of luck one does not actually feel it like a slap on the back. The feeling is gentle, almost like the brush of a light breeze on one’s fingertips. One may sense that they don’t feel as lucky as they did a few moments before, but unless the orb is seen there is no way the luck can otherwise be detected.

The amount of luck whether good or bad a person gets depends on how bright or dull the orb is. The brighter the orb, the more good luck it possesses, the darker the orb, the more bad luck it sustains. Bad luck orbs are usually gold in color with the center being a dark blackish gray color. Good luck is a pure gold colored orb. They tend to be quite harder to see in the sunlight, and glow at night like a lantern.

The one below has two names because I call her by either depending upon how old she is. Though the descriptions will be told as Anna, just because I find it pointless to describe the nitty-gritty changes between the five years.

Full Name: Naomi Risa/Anna Morris
Nickname(s): N/A/Ann, Morlock
Alias: Imagine
Age: 18/23
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Ehh..
Status: Not Looking
Allaince: Neutral
Appearance: Anna has shoulder length blonde hair that has a natural wave to it. If she simply put some gel in it and scrunched it up she’d have perfect ringlets. She usually wears it down though has been known to pull it back and out of her face.

The Caucasian has a freckles that dot her cheeks, nose, and arms. She also has creamy caramel-colored eyes.

She's not a dressy girl and prefers just jeans and a shirt of some kind. You won't find her in anything really flattering, and if you do, beware she probably has something up her sleeve.

She stands at about 5’11”.
Personality: [ More to come.. ]

The basics? She’s very sarcastic and most comments out of her mouth are simply that, sarcastic. She can be mean, and does tend to state the obvious. She can be blunt at times, and tends to not show any ‘lovelier’ emotions. In other words, she doesn’t act kind, sweet, or loving unless she wants something. She doesn’t care for anyone but herself.

Anna’s quick-tempered. She gets angry easily and tends to lash out at people. Lashing meaning, she’ll create one of her ‘friends’ and attack a person or do so verbally. She tends to use her anger towards her father to lash out at other people. She blames them for the abandonment she’s felt all her life. She’s afraid to get close to people because she doesn’t want the same relationship she has with her father to happen to her and anyone else. She’s afraid of commitment as friends, or anything more the deals with relationships between people.
Background: Anna grew up with her father, a work alcoholic. He was a lawyer so she was well brought up, usually got whatever she wanted. Her mother had passed away when Anna was only three due to lung cancer. She doesn't remember her mother at all, but can you blame her? Do you expect a three year old to remember much about your life when you were that old? No.

Anna, since being an only child and rarely seeing her father, had always had imaginary friends. Fusal, the red-tailed falcon, her loyal friend that would spy on others so she could dig up dirt and use it against them later. Diablo, a black gargoyle with blazing crimson eyes, and dark crimson, the color of dried blood wings, who terrorized the town with her. And Neko, the raven, her best and most loyal friend. He guided her to where she needed to go, showed her the world through his eyes.

They were her only companions, she didn't have any real friends like any normal child, she had them. As most imaginary friends were out before the child becomes a teen, Anna's did not. They stayed with her even when she became a teenager, and went to high school.

For whatever reason, that was when Anna began to get her ability and she accepted it immediately. She worked with it until she felt she could control it perfectly. Yes, there are those moments when she can't get her creations to do what she wants them to do. But for the most part they work.

Upon receiving her abilities she immediately created the three friends she'd adored since she was a child. They guided her through the troubles of the mutant vs. humans conflict that seemed to be raging. She easily escaped the empty house at which most would consider her home, and went roaming around in search for something fun to do.
Power(s): Anna by all means is a conjurer, now whether this is a good thing or not is really up to those who are stuck to be around her. Even at her young age she’s been able to nearly master one aspect of her power, whether this is from working with the ability rigorously or simply because she uses it so much is also a debatable theory one can only wonder.

Anna can conjurer any being that’s living, the being doesn’t even have to exist in the world today, for example she could conjurer a fire-breathing dragon. She hasn’t been able to conjure non-living things such as chairs or a placemat.

To conjure a being she must simply think of that being in her mind and concentrate on creating the being. It’s a simple process, one that is easier than disposing of the creation. When attempting to get rid of a creation she must remove the being from her mind. This is harder because when the creation doesn’t obey, it annoys her to no end, and she’s more likely to think more about it than to not at all.

Since she is the magician conjuring these living beings she has some control over them, though controlling them is harder said than done. She has a telepathic connection with her creations, but no real telepathic ability, she cannot read minds or anything along those lines.

When she creates a being, whether they be human-like, are an actual animal in the world today, or are a creature from the figment of her imagination she gives it a purpose. This purpose is what it’s personality is based on, she has no control over what personality the creature gets other than the hint made in the beings purpose. So, say she created a red macaw to annoy people, the bird would probably be a very talkative bird that knew several words, but may simply reply with ‘Polly want a cracker’ or instead of annoying the person she wanted it to, it would annoy her, because the purpose she gave it was to annoy people, and she being a person would be a likely candidate to annoy.
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Full Name: Charlotte Smithers
Nicknames: Char & Charlie
Age: 16
Race: Witch
Blood Status: Muggleborn
Birthdate: August 5th
Year: 6th
House: Ravenclaw
Wand: Eight inch, Aspen wood, core of a Hippogriff Talon
Appearance:Charlotte has shoulder length blonde hair that has a natural wave to it. If she simply put some gel in it and scrunched it up she’d have perfect ringlets. She usually wears it down unless she’s in class which she’ll then pull it back and out of her face so it doesn’t bother her while she works. Occasionally she will take the time to straighten her hair, which honestly does take an hour or so at most and she considers it a nuisance to do. But usually, she doesn’t waste time with her hair as she doesn’t often get ‘dressed up’ or feel in a mood to do anything with it.

This Caucasian sixteen year old stands roughly at five foot seven inches. She hair a fair complexion and has several freckles that line her cheeks, nose, and arms. Her eyes are of a caramel color and her nose is button-shaped. Her lips are of average size, not too big and not too small. She’s the kind of girl that looks fine without make-up, but even the slightest bit of extra color could work wonders.

Charlotte is usually not a dressy person. She likes wearing jeans and a t-shirt or blouse. Though also enjoys wearing skirts of many different lengths and fabrics.
Persona: There are some things that you just don’t express after people hurt you. When people close to you hurt you, you become less whole. You begin to feel less, and when whole families are torn apart it takes a lot to sew them back together. It takes strong hearts to mend these broken wounds. And when these hearts can’t be healed, when the damage that has been done can’t be undone people become hardened. They grow outer shells to protect their inner selves from getting damaged, broken again. Charlotte is one of these people that live with an outer shell protecting their inner gooeyness. However, Charlotte’s gooeyness is so hard to find most don’t know she has some inner gooeyness. Most consider Charlotte to be a cold, hard bitch. And that’s just putting things lightly.

Let’s begin by saying that when Charlotte isn’t going by her well-famed title of being her year’s cold-hearted bitch, she has a different title she takes in stride. Charlotte is fascinated with the magical world. She absolutely adores it and plans to live within it and ignore the non-magical world entirely. To those that don’t know her history, which is many besides perhaps the occasional professor, she seems to have come from the magical world. But this is not true, actually she was born in the non-magical world and later learned of her abilities as they became active when she hit puberty. Then her rocky slope had turned ragged to the lifestyle she seems to take in stride now.

Her love for knowledge of the magical world comes with the cost of wanting nothing to do with the non-magical one. When it comes to learning how to control her own abilities, she’s into it, but her goal isn’t to make sure not to hurt humans. It’s more to make sure she can control herself if the situation were to get bad with other magical beings. She’ll often argue in favor of those who dislike humans or the non-magical variety.

So, she has an almost obsessive willingness to learn about the magical world. But she’s also a top student, acing all of her classes even though there are a few that she does have to try in. Dueling is one of her favorites where as herbology, she’d rather like to strangle the professor who teaches it. She also adores potions, though history of magic isn’t a particularly interesting class (she blames the professor for that!).

Charlotte often times spends her days enjoying a good book in the library or in her house’s common room. When she is not out annoying the living daylights out of people, she’ll often times be curled up by the fire enjoying a good book (magical related only).

But on to her bitchier side, the side that most know her as; the cold-hearted bitch. She very much chooses to come off as a rather rude, mean, and even sarcastic girl. Her quick tongue does not exclude anyone no matter what blood type, age, house, or profession they are. If your part of the staff she’s still going to show you a piece of her mind, even if that does end up getting her into trouble. Many say she has the attitude of a stuck-up, snobby, princess. But no one is very familiar with her parents or her bloodline, and therefore think her attitude towards others is a bit un-called for.

However, Charlotte doesn’t really care what people think of her. For instance, that’s why she manages to have few friends (more out of desire than because of her general attitude). Her general attitude towards others, even those she may consider friends is generally the same. For friends she may not be as bitter or sarcastic but she definitely won’t come off as nice. She won’t be interested in your feelings or what’s going on in your life (unless it’s beneficial to her). If your cat died, oh well. You lost a sibling in a car accident, too bad. She doesn’t care.

When it comes to a love life. Simply put, she doesn’t, normally, have one. And she’s not really planning on getting one. There might be the occasional boy she’ll crush on. But will she act any different to them as she would anyone else? Probably not. If anything, she might make it a habit to bug them more.

So, coming to the conclusion of what sums up Charlotte’s general personality are; she’s a bitch, willing to state her opinion of you while adding a possibly lethal and unhealthy dose of sarcasm along with it. She’s usually quiet and has a love of knowledge of the magical community. She’s rude and generally an angry person. She’s quick to attack others for even the simplest of comments. So tred lightly when your paths cross with this witch, she’ll most definitely strike back with a venomous bite.
Background: Charlotte grew up in a loving family. Her parents fought constantly when she was a young girl, and by the time she was five they divorced. She then lived with her mom, with her father only living across their very small town. Therefore, she got to visit both parents often and at almost any time of the day she wanted too.

Her mother and her were really close, most considered them ‘joined at the hip’, and usually if one of them was around the other wouldn’t be far off. To Charlotte her mother was like her best friend, someone she could confide with almost anything. But when she hit puberty things came to a direct halt.

A few odd things began to happen after she hit puberty at roughly age ten. For example the flickering of lights during the evening when the rest of the electricity such as the television were perfectly fine. Things bursting into flames around her when she got angry or scared. Once she also lit the house on fire, but at first she didn’t realize she was doing these things. At first she just thought these things were happening around her. But the general variable in this equation was that at each time something ‘crazy’ happened it happened right after she felt a burst of crazy emotions; anger or sadness. Mostly anger.

Her mother and her moved to a small hotel room as their small apartment was cleared out after the fire. But the odd happenings didn’t just stop at the apartment. The built up stress of what was going on made Charlotte even more anxious and stressed which resulted in more odd happenings. Once while she was in the pool all sound stopped entirely. The weirder part of this situation was that she wasn’t the only person to notice. Actually, everyone was aware of the sudden change of sound, but as quickly as the change came it went away. Like having one’s ears pop.

It was here that Charlotte came into contact with someone who could help her. This person also demolished the one true relationship she’d ever had with a person and though at the time she was heartbroken, she later revealed that it was the greatest thing ever given to her; knowledge of who she was, what she was, and what she could do.

This person, Dolores Gill, told Charlotte that she was a witch, that the strange happenings were of her own accord, and that she could control this manifestation by attending a special school called Hogwarts; School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Her mother wasn’t the least bit pleased with this stranger and her ‘crazy’ ideas of what was going on in her teenage daughter’s life. But after a long talk, both Smithers and Blacke began to believe what Mrs. Gill had to say.

Charlotte’s mother was outraged by the possibility that her daughter could be a witch. She left early the next morning with no note or parting greeting. When Charlotte tried to call her, she wouldn’t answer. All phone calls were ignored, and the young girl was quite frightened by the fact of being alone with such a decision.

Then Charlotte turned to her father who’d heard of the happenings and was just as frightened by a pyro starting daughter as his ex-wife. He wanted nothing to do with his daughter, and though he’d answer her calls the conversations they shared were not of the good variety.

With both parents ditching her because they were scared of what she was. Nothing but anger boiled inside the young teenager. Mrs. Gill had sent word to the school of a promising new witch, and her acceptance letter soon arrived via the magical way. Awed by the delivery owl, she almost instantly fell in love with the creature.

With her family deserting her, and a new future ahead of her, Charlotte accepted the letter. She arrived at Hogwarts one cold and stormy night, crossed the great lake via magical rowboat and stood among many awaiting first years to sit on a stool and have a talking hat claim what house she was to be put in. Each name, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Slytherin, and Ravenclaw were foreign to her, but she took in stride this new life; especially when the hat cried out her designated house, Ravenclaw.

Now, five school years have passed, and she's starting on her sixth. A new year, a new adventure, now how will this year turn out?
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Full Name: Amelia Jackson
Nicknames: Ames, A.J., Amy
Age: 11
Race: Witch
Blood Status: Pureblood
Birthdate: November 12th
Year: 1st
House: Hufflepuff
Appearance: Amelia has shoulder blade length light brown hair that she usually allows to rest on her shoulders, or holds back in a loose, occasionally messy ponytail or bun. Sometimes she'll even put it in low pigtails or braid it. Though she isn’t particularly good at French braiding her own hair. She does really love the style, so if she finds someone who’ll do it for her, she’s in sheer heaven. Occasionally she might pull half of it back, and out of her face while in class, and usually puts it all up while in potions. She wouldn't want to ruin her already plummeting Potions grade by accidentally having her hair contaminate it.

Amelia stands about five foot three inches, yes short, but remember she's only eleven. She really dislikes being short, and envies people that are taller than her. Because, well... she always has to ask for help when she needs a book from the library, and the books she needs are almost always just out of her reach, even when she's standing on a chair.

Amelia is slim and has light grayish green eyes. She usually wears, underneath her cloak or robes, a pair of dark demin jeans, and a t-shirt or tank top of some color. The colors are usually bright, ranging from oranges, to yellows, to reds.
Persona: Amelia is a naturally shy person. It takes her a lot to open up to people, but once she does she’s a very loyal, and true friend. In class, she won’t put attention upon herself unless she is called on. Also, she won’t ask questions during class, though, she will ask questions after. She tends to be more social when she’s not in a crowd, though, she doesn’t like being alone.

She’s very sweet, and very mellow. She wouldn’t be considered a tom boy, but she doesn’t much care what she looks like. If she could, she’d walk to class in her pajamas. With that in mind, she’d also attend class with a bed-head hairstyle, if it wasn’t disrespectful and points wouldn’t be deducted.

Amelia gets scared easily. Someone could jump out at her, and she’d scream even if she was expecting it. Most of her friends will pull small, harmless pranks on her like that just to scare her. She’s not afraid of everything, but she does have a lot of fears ranging from bugs to the dark to sudden, loud noises.

To add to her fears, she’s also a very big klutz, and will trip over her own feet. She’s also has a horrible sense of direction, and even though first years can get away with it, she tends to get lost a heck of a lot more often than the average first year.
Likes: People, Friends, Cheese, Chocolate, Candy, Cats (cause they eat birds and are fuzzy)
Favorites: Muggle Candy: Snickers
Magical Candy: Chocolate Frogs
Color: Orange
Animal: Horses & Orcas
Magical Creature: Hippogriff & Abraxan
Class: Care of Maical Creatures
Dislikes: Being alone, Being in crowds, or feeling crowded, Quidditch (it involves flying)
Fears: Being alone, The dark, Bugs (including spiders), Snakes, Birds (ever seen the movie Birds?, Yeah, that‘s why.) Especially pigeons, sea gulls, and owls, Sudden, loud noises, Flying, (heights), Sudden movement (like when someone's sneaking up on her or she catches something out of the corner of her eye), Flickering lights, Thunder storms, Creepy or suspensful music (always gives way to something bad happening. Ever watch horror films?)
The list of fears continues, this is just a broad idea.
Background: Her parents were involved with He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, though, were not caught after his sudden leave of absence. They had a child a few years after the Dark Lord vanished, and raised her, Amelia, till she was ten.

Throughout those years, she visited her grandmother often, since she was her only remaining relative and she lived so nearby. She personally, didn’t feel the same way about the Dark Lord, and moved in with her grandmother when the Lord Voldemort made his reappearance. Her grandmother took her in graciously, the woman seeming unaware that her son-in-law and her daughter had been part of that ‘crowd‘.

Her parents have now returned to the Dark Lords side, and Amelia, who knows that they are Death Eaters is torn between telling someone from the Order of the Phoneix on them, or sticking by their side because their family.
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