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Rave Lawson
So Just don't give up
I'm working it out
Please don't give in
I won't let you down
 Full Name:
Rave Lawson
Nickname(s):
Klutz, Ravey, Rave
Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
Bisexual
Age:
276/ 19
Species:
Vampire
Physical Appearance:
Rave is short, about "5'5"- "5'7". He is pale and has the
appeirance of a porcilian doll. He has long black hair that
reaches and inch or two past his shoulders. He is thin and
fragile looking, but don't like apperance fool you.
He normally wears black and white, sometime others colors.
Sexual Preference:
Men
Personality Description:
Rave can seem like a slacker/ trouble maker, but really
he's not. It's something he likes to put up to see if
people will get to know him before labeling him. Rave is
sweet and charming. He acts very young for his age, not in
an immature way but more of an innocent way. Though he is
considered young for a vampire anyway. He is sweet to all
people when he first meets them. He doesn't judge by looks
but by first impressions. He normally doesn't give second
chances. In his eyes if you screw up once then that was
your last chance. Which is ironic since he screws up alot.
He is also probably the klutziest vampire in existance,
which most people find adorable. But he is very coordinated
when he runs/ jumps/ fights. It's mostly just walking and
bad times that he trips. He is very smart despite his
clueless ways. He is very easy to love and like. Though he
can get angery and have a temper like most vamps but is
very good at controlling it. He doesn't let things get him
down easily.
Family:
All dead
Likes:
Clam weather, the ocean, playing, sleeping, music,
laughing, being in trouble, being around humans, sugar
Dislikes:
Anger, rain, wind, hurting people, being mad, seisures
Strongest Personality Trait:
His sweet and funny/ cute side
Extra:
He was raped by his older cousin several times when he was
young, he has only told one person about it in his life.
History:
Rave was born a Vampire. He doesn't talk about his past
much since he finds it borning and not nearly as bad as
others' histories. He had spent most of his time watching
humans from a distance in the daytime because he was born a
vampire so sunlight didn't bother him as much as created
Vampires. Liking how care free and full of life they were.
One day he was approached by a little girl at the exact
same time his parents came looking for himHis parents
chastised him for this since humans were "food" and should
be treated as such.
One day he snuck out to go watch the humans and while he
was gone his home was burnt to the ground with his parents
inside. He was no more then ten. After that he grew up
fast. But not in a bad way. He traveled and eventually met
another Vampire name Thaddeus the quickly became close
friends. But when the war came, they were forced to fight
and Rave was scared from it. Deep down it still torments,
the images and the things he had to do.
Kevyn Spencer
They've got all the right moves
In all the right faces
So, yeah, we're going down
Full Name:
Kevyn Spencer
Nickname(s):
Kevy
Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
Bi- Curious
Age:
Unkown/ 20
Species:
Fallen Angel
Physical Appearance:
Kevyn has black hair that he sometimes wears straight, and
sometimes wears slightly wavy and natural. When straight it
is about an inch below his shoulders, when natural it
brushes his shoulders. He has a normal skin color that is
inked on his left forearm with a rose and on his back with
black angel wings. He has lean muscle and has snake bites,
a nose peircing, and gauges.
Sexual Preference:
Either?
Personality Description:
Kevyn is a listener and is mostly quite unless you can
crack him and get him talking. If you do then he can be a
total goof and make anyone laugh when they are down. He is
a huge child at heart and loves to laugh when something he
finds accutally funny arises. He doesn't like talking about
himself and will normally avoid conversations about himself.
Family:
Dead as far as he knows
Strongest Personality Trait:
How much of a listener he is
Extra:
He sleeps with a teady bear named Winston
History:
He never talks about it.
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Serious Daigh
I dreamed I was missing
You were so scared
But no one would listen
'Cause no one else cared
 Full Name:
Serious Daigh
Nickname(s):
Seri
Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
Bisexual
Age:
Unknown/ 19-23
Species:
Wretched- "Self feeding vampire"
Physical Appearance:
Serious is what some can consider tall. He stands at about 6'3 aproximatly. He has very pale and fair skin, with light blue eyes and blonde hair to match. He is lean, but not too skinny. He likes wearing beanies and top hats with dark shirts and lighter jeans.
Sexual Preference:
Either
Personality Description:
Serious is very calm and collected, and it often found puffing on a cigarette somewhere. He normally gets along with everyone and is known for his deals and favors. He is the go- to guy for almost everything. He is friendly to an extent but also seems bored or too relaxed sometimes. He is hard to excite in anyway, and mnay have tried. He secretly looks for the person who will spark his interest. But if you don't, or he doesn't like you, he has no remorse and will tell you straight out.
Family:
Long gone.
font color="000099">Likes:
Smoking, playing coy, pushing people mentally, being calm, silence, peace of mind
Dislikes:
Borning people, waisting his time, kids, crying people, people who make fun of his accent
Strongest Personality Trait:
His collective attitude
Extra:
Isn't afraid to straight out tell people how it is or what he thinks of them.
Birthplace [City, State, Country]:
London, England
History [Do NOT Put "Unknown" or "Doesn't remember"]:
Serious grew up in a rich family and was pretty much bored with life. He felt there was no challage- that everything was easy. He exceeded in everything his parents did to keep him occupied. Nothing worked.
He eventually started sneeking out and getting involved with the wrong people, finding thrill in what they did, for once in his life. Not too long after, he disapeared for a long time- his parents searched all they could, and used massive amounts of money to find him- but he was no where to be found. Years later he popped up in the US. He met a boy named Andre, and fell head over heels... Three years into their relasonship, Andre and Serious got into a heated fight and in a rage, Andre got into the car and took off, only to get in a serious crash. He died the next day at the hospital. Four years later serious was recuted into a secret organization, there he was given that important mission of being the body guird of a baby girl until one of them died... He took the mission because Andre and himself had thought about adoption... Serious wanted a girl and Adnre loved the name Toby.
He named the little girl Toby and loved her with his whole being.
Recently, this girl passed away, and feeling bad for his loss, the orginization let him go... Now Serious is left to his own again, waiting for the next thrill in his life.
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Noah
SAYING (optional)
 Full Name:
Noah
Nickname(s):
Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
Pansexual
Age:
Unknown/ 20-23
Species:
Phoenix- "Large bird of great power, said to die and be reborn from it's own ashes."
Raven- "Considered to be birds of ill omen or the spirits of murdered souls."
Physical Appearance:
Noah is tall, almost seven foot. He is a bit more then lean muscle. He has very light blue eyes that sometimes change green with mood.  Noah has fair, pale skin and has a belly button peircing. His hair is a dirty blond and is normally worn messy and long.
Sexual Preference:
Any
Personality Description:
Noah is quiet and doesn't smile much. It is a rare to see him do so, but it's nothing less then beautiful. He normally thinks of himself as boring because it's hard for him to make much conversastion. He is sweet and soft spoken. There is only one problem... He can't feel effection. Try as he might, he still feels dead inside. Maybe that can change... But for now he can't feel much, and often slips into mini states of depression for mintues to hours at a time.
Family:
Strongest Personality Trait:
His sweetness
History [Do NOT Put "Unknown" or "Doesn't remember"]:
November 23, ----
Life was normal; life was fine.. For the seven years before the incident. I had a mother, father, little brother, and little sister. On November 23... All of it was yanked away from me... Like a rug pulled out from under my feet.
It was the summer of the year I was to go in first grade and started out a particularly good day. I woke up to the smell of my mother making breakfast and laughing with father. I found three year old Mary playing with her food in her high- chair, Joseph was in the living room, playing cars on the floor- I was the last one to wake up.
"Morning, little man!" Father said, walking over to me and ruffling my hair with his had. He knelt down and whispered, "How 'bout you and I go fishing down by the river later, just you n'me?"
I could feel my whole face brighten with excitment. My head nodded at dizzying spead and he winked at me, then gave me a peck on the forhead and stood to go read his paper at the table.
It was about noon when the doorbell wrag, then sounded three sharp and hard wraps at the door. Father furrowed his brows and slowly got up from the table to go answer the door, leaving the paper neatly on the table.
I thought nothing until I heard the loud explosion of the gun, and watch my fathers bloody and limp form fall to the hard tile. My eyes widened in horror.
"John!" My mother screamed. A cold shiver ran up my spine, I thought forsure I'd never get out alive...
All three men were dressed in black from head to toe... they're faces covered.
That day, I watched at my mother was brutally rapped then beathen, and tortured to death. I watched as my three year old sister suffered my mother's same fate. I had to see Joseph watch as I was rapped, beathen, then left for dead...
My last memory before I passed out was the bloody chunks of skin and body parts that used to be my mother and siter, my fathers scared expression that would forever remain on his face... And my little brothers broken and bruised form being dragged away from me...
July 14, ---- (aprox. one year later)
"I DIDN'T KILL THEM! I DIDN'T HURT THE-" No one did anything as I was carried away into the truck. I screamed for my innocence... But it was like no one heard me. Tears poured down my face... How could they all seriously believe that I had killed them...? My own family... My heart sank and I felt like I was going to vomit. This wasn't fair... It was pain enough to see them all killed... beaten... tortured... raped... Now this?
That night I was taken away to an insane ward for children under the order that I was mentally insane for killing my own family at the age of seven.
I was thrown into a single person cell that night after being searched, washed down with ice cold water, and given white pajamas that felt like they were made out of paper.
It took me a long time to finally fall alseep... And once I did, it only felt like a mintue later when I herd my cell door opening, then a large hand clamp down on my mouth, and another one slide down my pants.
For the second time that day I cried as I was angrily and brutally raped for the first time in the hospital... It was only the first night of many that would happen over the next ten years.
October 20, ---- (aprox. 10 years later)
My eyes fluttered open to the wailing of a siren. I sit up, my straight jacket making it difficult, but over time I had gotten used to it.
This had happened before, someone tried to escape the hell that was St. Sarah's. The locks on my door clicked open, then the door gently eased open.
Fear struck my heart- thinking it was him- but, in the door way stood a little girl.
She had short black hair and pale blue eyes. She smiled at me, walking right into my cushioned room, and unbuckled my jacket. I looked up at the girl in disbelief. But, all she did was smile.
"You're free." She whispered, then ran out the door... After a minute of sitting there, stunned, I copied her.
I flew out of that hell hole like a bad out of hell. I never looked back... I was finally free.
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After only two years in the institute Noah was moved to solitary confinement. He was raped every night for ten years while there. No one knows how the break was started, but after Noah finally found his way into the world.
After unsucessfully trying to make a new life- he left. A while later he returned grown up, and seemingly better. He is determined to make a better life for himself this time around.
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Kaddy Hauthorne
SAYING (optional)
 Full Name:
Kaddy (Kay- Dee) Hauthorne
Nickname(s):
Kad, Kat, Katty, Kitty
Gender:
Female
Sexuality:
Pansexual
Age:
Uknown/ 21
Species:
Dark Dragon (dominate)
Ice Fea
Physical Appearance:
Kaddy has a total of 15 peircings (A bar in both ears, small gauges in both ears and normal peircings behind that, angel bites, snake bites, a bridge, the right side of her nose, a belly button peircing, a septum, and a tongue peircing) on her body. She is a bit on the taller side when it comes to females. Standing about 5'9- 5'10 feet high. She has white/ blonde hair that falls a few inches past her breasts. Sometimes there are a few other colors, most of the time black. Her eyes are black and go completely black when she releases any power at all. Her skin is pale and pretty much as white as her hair. She is often found wearing dark dresses or 'lolita'/ 'girly goth' styled clothes. She also has a tattoo on her chest of two dead birds on either side of an anchor.
Sexual Preference:
Any
Personality Description:
Kaddy is the calm, collected, and quiet girl at the table. The one everyone likes looking at- but not talking to. She is like a doll. She just sits there, and stares off unless spoken to. She loves drifting off into her own little world, where she safe. When she does speak, it is smart and often sly or cunning. She is a mystery and tends to be very sought after, though she finds herself to be very ugly. She is very smart and isn't afraid to call someone out on their wrongs, twisted morals, or when then contradict themselves. No, she is not rude, for despite the things she says, she has a way of putting them so they do not seem rude or too personal. But, this is how she acts around new people, or people she is threatened by. When she is with someone she knows or is close to, she is a totally different person. She becomes an outgoing girl with a personality that is mysterious but also more down to earth and fun. She loves laughing and making others laugh.
Family:
None- And she hates talking about it.
Likes:
Having fun, beaches, being herself, laughing, warm water, people with strange colored eyes
Dislikes:
People that threaten her, being closed up and quiet, other dragons, rude people, talking about her past and/ or family
Strongest Personality Trait:
How quiet she is around new people.
Extra:
None so far.
Birthplace [City, State, Country]:
Unknown
History [Do NOT Put "Unknown" or "Doesn't remember"]:
Once upon a time...
And we all know what happens after that, don't we? Well. This isn't a "Once upon a time..." story. Honestly, it's hardly a story at all. For all I know, this isn't nearly as bad as so many other people's pasts... But, compared to some people, this is a fairy tale...
Well, I was in love once... As many of us are in a lifetime... I've only loved one in all this time... His name was Evan, and like so many other of these tragic stories, he died. Killed, accutally. I didn't cry. Does that mean I'm a souless bitch? No.
Not everyone grieves by crying. But I did grieve, for a long time, if it makes you happier to know that.
But, those days are over... And even though I will always love my Evan, it's time to move on. He's gone, and I'm here. It must have ended up that way for some reason... Right?
Diva
SAYING
 Full Name:
Diva
Nickname(s):
'V'
Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
Gay
Age:
Uknown/ 17-20
Species:
Bastet- "Werecat or Half human/ cat. Can transform into full cat/ full human or anywhere inbetween."
Physical Appearance:
Diva is a normal 5'8"- 5'9". He has long naturally black hair, but the under layer is died a dark purple. He has lean muscle and is stronger then most people would think. He has creamy colored skin and has a peircing on the left side of his lip, like his sister. He likes wearing dark blues and blacks along with band shirts and flat- bill baseball hats.
Sexual Preference:
Men
Personality Description:
Diva is quiet most of the time. And when he does talk it is in a way that is hard to figure him out. He does this on purpose, so no one can get in. He can be shifty but really when he's alone with his sister his true Diva ways show through.
He isn't known for acts of kindness.. But every now and then he shows his hard isn't completely stone.
Family:
Twin sister- Blue
Likes:
Teddy bears, being alone, not talking, silence
Dislikes:
Alot.
Strongest Personality Trait:
How odd he can seem.
History [Do NOT Put "Unknown" or "Doesn't remember"]:
Diva and Blue lived a very short normal life. They were three when their parents were murdered and after that they were on their own. They were soon put into an orphange for 'special' children. There they were beaten and abused on a regular basis, with only the older kids to comfort and help them. After two years they got fed up and left, but life only got worse for them.
After years of trying to survive on the streets they grew up and learned how to take care of themselves; determined not to get pushed around ever again.
Blue
SAYING
 Full Name:
Blue
Nickname(s):
Boo
Gender:
Female
Sexuality:
Straight
Age:
Unkown/17-20
Species:
Bastet- "Werecat or Half human/ cat. Can transform into full cat/ full human or anywhere inbetween."
Physical Appearance:
Blue is short, barely five foot. She has long hair that it about mid- back in length. She is thin, almost fragile looking and has a left sided lip peircing. Her eyes are a dark brown and looks black in lower light. She can seem a ghostly pale at times, but a healthy pale on others. She likes whereing black and white together or blue and white. She can often be found wearing over sized plain white T's with dark blue or black skinnies.
Sexual Preference:
Males
Personality Description:
Blue is hard to upset. She hardly ever gets more then frusterated. Normally she is sarcastic, courky, happy, or distant. She doesn't like showing other emotions. She's talkative and nice to mostly everyone until then get her annoyed, then it's like the bear trap shutting closed.
Family:
Twin broter, Diva.
Likes:
Stuffed animal, sleeping, smiling, making others smile/ laugh, being loved
Dislikes:
Smoking, drinking, being touched (mostly), drunks, people she finds menacing, being disliked, being mad
Strongest Personality Trait:
She is normally sweet to everyone
History [Do NOT Put "Unknown" or "Doesn't remember"]:
Diva and Blue lived a very short normal life. They were three when their parents were murdered and after that they were on their own. They were soon put into an orphange for 'special' children. There they were beaten and abused on a regular basis, with only the older kids to comfort and help them. After two years they got fed up and left, but life only got worse for them.
After years of trying to survive on the streets they grew up and learned how to take care of themselves; determined not to get pushed around ever again.
Jay Mains
SAYING.
 Full Name:
Jay Mains
Nickname(s):
Jay Bear, Jay Baby
Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
Gay
Age:
21
Species:
Fairgel
Physical Appearance:
Jay stands at a fairly normal "5'11", he has long black-brown hair that brushes his shoulders. He is finely built but also has a thin frame. He is pale and wears eye liner most of the time. He has spider bites, and you can find him smoking a cigarette most of the time.
Sexual Preference:
Men
Personality Description:
On the outside, Jay is a smart ass. He's mellow, calm, and sarcastic. On the inside, he is screaming. Crying and yelling for someone to love him... to hold him and tell him it will all be okay. He wants someone to save him for once, so he won't have to be the brave one, anymore...
Family:
none
Likes:
cigarettes, sarcasm, smiling, feeling loved, Marinde, Mary, Sailem, Rose, Luca
Dislikes:
His episodes, cops, FBI, showing emotion, being scared
Strongest Personality Trait:
His sarcastic and 'IDGAF' attitude
Birthplace [City, State, Country]:
Somewhere in Great Britan
History [Do NOT Put "Unknown" or "Doesn't remember"]:
Jay has not had the easy like so many others. His mother and father were both teenagers when his mother became pregnant. It was one of those rare cases when she had no idea she was pregnant until she had given birth. Scared and confused his mother took him to a no-questions hospital where they took him in.
It was found that he was born premature and had breathing troubles. He was kept in the hospital for a month before he was strong enough to be put up for adoption. He was taken to an orphange were he proved to be a strange child.
He would mostly sit in corners and just draw pictures. When the other children asked him to play, he would say nothing and act as if they were never there. He proved to be well beyond his years in many ways.
He never played, sang, laughed, smiled.
Curious, on night a volenteer came in and took some of his pictures. What they found were disturbing and very life-like drawings of the other chilren and volenteers being killed brutally.
Despite how his tests came out normal and that he had a very high IQ, the boy was put in a mental hospital. There, his behavior never changed nor wavered in the slightest. They tested on him in various ways to see if he'd react to anything, and was moved to an expierimental hospital.
There they didn't mutate him, but made him watch other children being killed infront of his eyes, he watched animals being tortured to death, and never felt anything, not the slighest remorse. He was also injected with drugs to see if they could make his moods change when seeing something horrible happen. The drugs seemed to have no effect on him what so ever.
Eventally when he turned 18 he was handed over to the FBI, being the absolute perfect candidate. They trained him to be a black belt in over five martail arts, he knew bone breaking, and nerve points.
In just his first year on the job, he has caught 20 or so major criminals that had been on the run for years. And still today nothing that happens weavers his emotions, almost nothing seems to anger him, sadden him, nor make him happy.
There is only one thing that they found a response to. And even then it had been only the twich of an eye.
It instance had been with a little girl being raped that they had made him watch. Only that time did he feel anger and remorse. On his vital signs they found that his heart rate climbed and he went into maximum rage, while his face showed nothing.
Sammy
SAYING (optional)
Full Name:
Samantha Grey (She goes by Sammy most of the time)
Nickname(s):
Sam, Sammy
Gender:
Female
Sexuality:
Bisexual
Age:
Unkown/19-21
Species:
Demon/ Vampire
Sexual Preference:
Males
Personality Description:
Sammy is a chill girl who finds it easier to be one of the guys. She never starts drama and tends to be very calm and chilled out in most situations. When she's not, she's most likely serious or in a state of distain. Though she likes girls, she isn't around them much, hating drama and stupid anger along with the things girls worry about and do most. She loves to skate board and laugh, having a good time with chill people. Though, she can be quite a hot head and hold her own when it comes down to it, being taught by he older brother, James, how to fight. She will stand up for what she believes in and those she cares about most, once she agrees to a fight, she never backs out and it always true to her word.
Family:
Older brother: James Grey
Neice: Chloe-Grace Annie Chaos-Grey
Likes:
Laughing, Snow, Cold Weather, Boys, Girls, Skate Boarding, Pranks, Having Fun, Roller Coasters, News Papers, Reading, Night Time
Dislikes:
Dick Heads, Hot Days, Hot Weather, Un-Cloudy Days, Day Time, Being Sad, Arrogant People
Strongest Personality Trait:
How calm she is & how good she is at being "one of the guys"
History:
Sammy doesn't talk about her past much. When asked, she because impatient or shot tempered and says "they were a bunch of mother fuckers and I'm glad I never have to see them again." All that is reall known is that her and James were abandoned when they werer young. James grew up fast to support them, and raised Sammy. They both turned out to be great people, and faithful friends.
Marinde
SAYING (optional)
 Full Name:
Marinde
Gender:
Female
Sexuality:
Straight, but likes to "play" with women.
Age:
576, looks about 20
Species:
Demon, Satan's Daughter
Physical Appearance:
She has red eyes and creamy colored skin. She is a normal "5'8" with a slender build with all the right curves. She has one bat wing on each shoulder. He hair is naturally black but has white and red in it and is normally curled. She wears sexy clothes, but never too revealing. She likes darker colors.
Sexual Preference:
Men
Personality Description:
Marinde is the type of woman who exudes a powerful disposition. Her eyes are often enflamed with curioustiy and wrath. She is no push-over what so ever and is not easily fooled. She is dangerous in the sense of sexual appeal and the twisted contors of her mind. She has a tantalizing smile that is stunning but holds a deep meaning of the evil that festers in her heart. Her eyes tell a different story. For behind the strong woman she is, there is a little girl, calling out for the one that will see her a love her for who she is.
Family:
Dead. But maybe hundreds of half- siblings.
Likes:
Dancing (Ballet), Singing, Gothic things, peircings, black, dark and rainy nights, the light of early morning on fresh- fallen snow, Full and Half moons, night time, skinny dipping, being respected, blood.
Dislikes:
Her father, judgemental people, children, forgetting, being controlled and being told what to do, being called names, being proved wrong, people who piss her off.
Strongest Personality Trait:
How she drops hints about her depest desire.
Extra:
She can speek portugese, but normally doesn't do it so she has the slightest of accents.
Birthplace [City, State, Country]:
Small, uncharted town in the forrest of Brazil.
History [Do NOT Put "Unknown" or "Doesn't remember"]:
Marinde was born in a small town in Brazil. Or so the people of her village were told. After her mother tried to give bith, only to find her baby was already dead, she found a baby in the woods, no more then maybe 10 months old. She took the child with red eyes, and black hair in. It became apparant from soon on what Marinde was. But her parents loved her unconditionally, keeping the girls secret from the other children. Soon came the day that the young girl started school. Other children began to tease her after school about her eyes, and how she didn't look like her father so her mother must be a tramp.
That was the first time Merinde killed someone.
After that the village revolted against her and her family. They attacked while the family was asleep, killing the mother and father for bringing up the Devil's child. How right they were. For Marinde was, indeed the Devil's daughter, corrupt by the love of humans, but still tainted by the power of satan. She killed the entire village. Ever since then, she has kept a low profile, avoiding the future that haunts her in everyway.
Shayne
SAYING (optional)
 Full Name:
My name is Shayne Grey.
Nickname(s):
I've managed to pick up Shayney, Shayne Boy, Punk, and Douche.
Gender:
I am a male. No real mystery to that.
Sexuality:
Mostly undecided, but leaning toward Pansexual.
Age:
Only 19.
Species:
I'm half 'unknown' and also vampire and demon.
Physical Appearance:
Hey, I may not look like a freaking god, but I take pride in not looking like something the cat just dragged in. I have pure black hair that's pretty long by normal guy standards, I suppose. About to my shoulders. I'm tall, rivaling my dad's height somewhere in the 6 ft. range. Lanky, not too skinny, not a body builder, either. I have a tattoo on the inside of my wrist and spider bites that I normally put black rings in, along with a bridge right between my eyes. I also have very blue eyes. Not real bright, but noticable with a grey ring around them. I'm pale, and I like being that way. I am pretty white actually. I like wearing the big, dark hoodies, hats, band Ts, skinnies, and the occational necklace. If you like labels I guess you could call me 'emo' or 'sk8tr' (skater).
Sexual Preference:
Men
Personality Description:
People seem to think of me a certain way. A moody punk with tons of attitude. What do they know? Nothing, that's what. Sure, I can be a lot to handle alot of the times, but mostly to those who don't know me. There's only one or two who've seen the me that hides beneath that. The depressed side of me that is calm and more... collected then I normally am. I'm currently working on myself. Trying to make my parents proud to have a son. Not a kid that causes them more trouble then I'm worth.
Family:
Mother- Sammy Grey
Father- Fallen
Uncle- James Grey
Uncle- Andy Chaos
Uncle- Christopher Chaos
Aunt- Ember Chaos
Cousin- Chloe-Grace Grey Chaos
Likes:
My occasional cigarette (though I'm trying to 'quit'), some video games, being alone, feeling wanted (though that hardly ever happens...), Skinnies, black, music (A Perfect Cirlce), Mom, Logan, Anna, My dad (still working on it)
Dislikes:
Mostly everything else...
Strongest Personality Trait:
How I come off as an ass to most people. Then they leave, having no desire to ever talk to me again without even getting to know the real me...
Extra:
I have confidence issues like anyone else and am still on slightly rocky grounds with the old man.
History [Do NOT Put "Unknown" or "Doesn't remember"]:
I was born on February 1st to Sammy and Fallen. Two happy parents who had just decided to keep me and not give me up. Maybe they should have.
I grew up alright. I was a happy kid, but odd. Ironically I was a huge daddy's boy. He loved me, I loved him. We spent alot of time together. After that, I don't really know what happened. I got older, started spending more and more time away from my parents. I made two friends, Anna and Logan, Logan-Hunter. I started smoking and getting real cocky.
I would 'mess' with Logan. Smart off and smoke more and more infront of people close to my parents. When my dad found out, he dragged me into a room and beat me. Well, more like beat the shit out of me until I he started breaking things and I screamed. It was finally my mom that had to pull him off of me.
As you can imagine, me and dear ol' dad didn't talk too much after that. Once dad left for a little bit, I ran away. I left a note telling them to never come for me, that I wanted to go, that their lives were better without a son they were never sure they wanted from the begining.
They came after me anyway. They eventually persuaded me to come back, and I still wish I was gone. Dad tried to apologize. He did his best, I suppose. Now we are 'okay', but, if I were to be totally honest, I'll never fully trust him again.
Then there was Alex. A kid who was the son of one of the biggest criminals known, and also one himself. Alex never really did anything to me. But something about him... I never really liked. We had it out a few times, and I will take fault for starting them.
He's old news and I'm not getting into more fights with him. Along the way it seems that almost everyone I know hates me now. I basically have no one. Only my mom, as pathetic as it sounds. She's the only one who's never given up on me and stayed by me despite all I've done.
I'm working on myself. Give me time before you decided if you like me or not... Maybe you'll actually like me...
Cassandra Ella
SAYING (optional).
 Full Name:
Cassandra Ella
Nickname(s):
Cassy, Elly
Gender:
Female
Sexuality:
Unknown
Age:
Unknown/ 19
Species:
Spectres
Physical Appearance:
Cassy is the kind of pretty that gets better the more you look at her. If you can get past the tear- worn eyes, scared mouth, and sad smile, then you will see the beautiful girl undeneath a years of abuse. She is about 5'6, thin, and lanky. She doesn't look strong, and nothing is really known about her powers. She has medium-ish length brown hair with some dark pink laced in it. Her skin is a healthy looking pale with various scars here and there.
Sexual Preference:
Unknown
Personality Description:
Cassandra Ella doesn't speak much, not because she can't, but because she isn't used to it and never really has much to say. She is soft spoken even in her movments. She likes to be alone and draw, but helps out when she can. She is sweet, very shy, and smart; remembering mostly everything after she got her lips stitched together...
Family:
None known as of now.
Likes:
Being alone, drawing, silence, blankets, helping others
Dislikes:
Not Known, yet.
Strongest Personality Trait:
Her sweetness and quietness.
History:
Cassandra Ella arived here with her lips sewn together, and not much known about her accept the person who did it to her. Since she came nothing more has been really discovered, she is working on remembering and making new and better memories...
Nina
SAYING (optional).
 Full Name:
Nina
Nickname(s):
Gender:
Female
Sexuality:
Pansexual
Age:
20
Species:
Awakened Being- "A monster with incredible powers that are unleashed in percentages. 10% the eye colour changes to a yellow/ orange and the pupils become slitted like a cat's. 30% the physique changes. Veins become enlarged and visible, teeth grow sharp and pointed, agility, speed, and strength all increase. 50% an aura becomes presant around the being and the body becomes buff and taller. 80% is the point where most believe that the power becomes too great over the humanity and most beings let go competely and give in to the power- which feels similar to sexual pleasure. Those with little control have little hope of ever going back to human form. The more that power is released, even at 10% the harder and harder it becomes to control. It is said most Awakened beings eventually give into their moster side."
Physical Appearance:
Nina is small in every way. She stands barely 5'3 high, and only weighs about 97 pounds, but don't let that fool you. She's got more power then most would ever know. She has long purple hair that reaches about the middle of her back. She is very pale and fair with smooth, soft skin. . He hardly ever wears more then some black eye liner on her face and despite her timid deminor she likes showing off a bit. But the farthest she will go in public is shorts and a belly top or a swimsuit (when appropriate). Her hair is naturally straight and mostly worn that way. She likes her shorts but mostly sticks to what the seasons are when dressing. She likes darker apparel in any season, though.
Sexual Preference:
Khaos Theory
Personality Description:
Nina is soft and quiet. She doesn't like to be loud and loud noises tend to make her skidish. When she does talk she is kind and sweet to everyone. He really doesn't hate, but there are those few things that get under her skin. When she is mad- which is very rare- she hardly raises her voice. She does stand up for herself, but makes her point then just lets it be. He hates being mad and when she is her hair turns white. She likes helping people, but often ends up messing up. She is known for being a little klutzy.
Family:
Likes:
Rain, lightling, the ocean, water, the forrest, snow, large feilds, pictures of new york, sleeping, Khaos, trying to help, smiling
Dislikes:
Crying, hot days, rude people, mean people, people who take advantage of those weaker, pain, loud noises, showing pain, raising her voice, being mad
Strongest Personality Trait:
How soft and sweet she is.
Extra:
She is an almost expert swordsman but doesn't like to flaunt it.
Birthplace [City, State, Country]:
History [Do NOT Put "Unknown" or "Doesn't remember"]:
Nina was found in a trash can- no, not born- found. By a hobo. For the first five years of her life she was passed around by hobo to hobo so they could get more money with the pass, "Help me, I have a family". In other words, a fake daughter who never talked. Soon they found a new baby to trade around and Nina was on her own.
It was winter when Nina was discovered.
All she had wanted was to warm her hands and snuck into the back of a shop- which turned out to be a piano store. She wandered in, and became curious. She began to play. The music that flowed out of the paino caught the attention of a rich woman named Tana Lucks. Imediatly after finding out the girl had no home or parents she took her home and showered her with gifts. But never love or a name.
She exploited her as a young piano protoge. For years things seemed all right... Until the one night.
Nina doesn't remember much... But what she does remember, still haunts her to this day.
Nina was trown into a mental institute for 'seeing things' then escaped a few months later, during the process she let out a boy with blonde hair in solitary... Noah.
Not too long after Nina became homeless again... Then she met Jordan.
A man who found her where ever she ran to and rapped her. It wasn't until recently that she met her love, was given a man, and Jordan was caught.
And then another tagity struck right as she was staring to get happy... And now she can never have children.
She left for a long time, training and becoming a swordsman and even beating a strong opponent.
She has her lover, Khaos Theory and wants to fix things and have a good life despite all she's lost...
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McKenna
SAYING (optional).
Full Name:
McKenna Vadney
Nickname(s):
Rose, Rosie
Gender:
Female
Sexuality:
Straight
Age:
14
Species:
Human
Physical Appearance:
Short; 5'4" Dark blonde hair; Hazel eyes that change color with mood; Slightly Tanned skin; Small physique.
Sexual Preference:
Males
Personality Description:
Goofy and fun loving. Weird and crazy, can make almost anyone happy. She will cuddle with ALMOST anyone. But likes it more when it's someone she knows or loves. Loves to feel useful and loved. Is normally nice to people until they give her a reason not to be. But she can hold her own and doesn't take shit can can be cold and cruel.
Family:
One brother, a step bastard, a dad and a mom
Likes:
Fluffly, Kitty, Cocoa, Tay, Chrisy, Andy, Evalette and lots of peoples. Rain, Anime, black and white photos, scenery, sinister things, Asian things, culture, different people, dead trees, snow, dark skies, staying up late, sleeping in, cuddling, blood, biting, black nails, wallet chains, eye liner, writing, reading, drawing.
Dislikes:
Dark water, drugs, alcohol, close-minded people, baby pink, perverts, animal abuse, child abuse, posers, fakes, mean people, and more
Strongest Personality Trait:
Goofy and weird side
Extra:
Most of the time she just goes by Rose :]
Birthplace:
Arizona, the worst state in the USA :D
History:
Rose was born in Arizona and has grown up there her whole life. She has a little brother who is three years younger then her named Jake. Her parents go divorced when she was in 1st grade after her mom got tired of her father's alcohol addiction. Well, time passed, Rose grew up, and shit happened. Her dad when to jail twice, she got a VF and met some of the most amazing people ever, and some real shit heads.
Right now life is okay. It's up and down like America's economy and she's just trying to survive the best she can through the hardships of high school.
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