Realistic or Modern ✧ -- 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘴. (cs)

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CATHARSIS
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✧ || AGE salvator academy is not just a school. while IWP are certainly learning during their stay here, you could consider salvator more like a combination of a holding place and "asylum," built to look and behave like a university. it was chosen to appear as such due to the fact that most people come into their powers when they are just leaving high school & entering university in the united states (approximately around one's 18th birthday). that is to say, it's supposed to feel comfortable and natural to most incoming IWP. however, you are more than welcome to get creative and tweak the age of your character around a bit, if you would like. while they are certainly a minority, there are several cases in which IWP have come into their curse/power when they were much younger or much older.

✧ || NATIONALITY considering there are nearly 100,000 known cases of IWP all around the world, there is simply not enough room in one place for them all. especially since each student is required special care and attention due to the extreme stress of their power. fortunately, there are other places like salvator all over the world, also set up as schools & which are considered salvator's "sister universities". these are: angelus academy (in great britain), custos academy (in mexico), salutis academy (in china), and praesidio academy (in russia). salvator, however, is the first and largest, founded in 1949 in virginia. naturally, since the first IWP case was reported in the united states. as salvator is the first, it is the most "famous" and does have students from all over the world. while it might be more natural to have your character be from north america, you may choose them to be from absolutely anywhere - africa, australia, ireland, samoa, whatever you please. or keep them american! whatever feels right.

✧ || POWER a person's power is 100% a curse and no person has more than a single power. while one could consider there to be pros to the curse, it should not be forgotten that these powers are a contradiction to one's self. someone who has had a past trauma involving dogs may live their life deathly afraid of them, only to one day find canines seem oddly attracted to them and they can now hear & understand dog's thoughts. or a murderer who otherwise finds great satisfaction in inflicting pain is horrified to find that their touch heals others. (and yes, criminals are admitted to salvator academy - prisons are no place for the cursed!) be creative, but make sure that this power is no easy thing for your character to possess.

✧ || OTHER i may choose to add more guidelines here if i find people have questions left otherwise unanswered by the information here~ ☆

✧ || CS REQUIREMENTS:​

BASICS
name: (full)
age: (no limits, but the majority of characters should be about 18 years old)
date of birth:
gender:
sexuality:
ethnicity:
nationality:
power:

APPEARANCE
face claim: (realistic)
height:
weight:
hair:
eyes:
distinguishing features:

PERSONA
personality: (a brief summary)
virtues:
vices:
likes:
dislikes:

BACKGROUND
a decent sized history of your character's life up to the point of them entering salvator academy, all characters are first year students to salvator. feel free to include whatever you deem important to your character, such as their family life, where they are from, etc. the only thing that is required here is that you write about how they came into their power and explain in some way based on their history why this power is a curse to them.

✧ || ACCEPTED CHARACTERS:​

ONE. evan eugene farley || Chimney Swift
TWO. william graves || Foster
THREE. darren ajax blake || Toivoajarakkaus
FOUR. jace william augustine || fin
FIVE. penelope vargus || Kidzait
SIX. daniella white || s e v e n
SEVEN. freya reed || GH0STM0TH
EIGHT. arthur melton || Elenion Aura
NINE. alexis simmons || Socio
TEN. none.
ELEVEN. none.
TWELVE. none.
THIRTEEN. none.

i have upped the maximum number of characters to thirteen. i am not accepting based on a first come, first served basis, but on character sheets & which characters i think would best fit the plot of catharsis! there is no deadline and people may join at any time, up until we have all thirteen spots filled. thank you for reading, and have fun! ♡ [/div][/div][/div] [/div][/div] [div class="codetag"]coded by ukiiyo[/div]

 

[Chimney Swift]

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• Basics
• Power
• Persona
• Background

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  Name: Evan Eugene Farley
  Age: 17
  Gender: Male
  Sexuality: Gay
  Appearance:
  Evan is slightly tall for his age at 5'11, and weighs a bony 128 pounds. His gaunt frame is offset by a youthful and almost feminine face, with bright translucent eyes and dainty features: an upturned button nose, high cheekbones, and a cupid's-bow mouth often bearing a mischievous grin. His face is framed by silky locks of silvery blond hair, cut into messy layers.
  
  He dresses simply but neatly, in muted colors that accentuate his porcelain skin. He didn't get to bring any of his own wardrobe with him to Salvator, so his outfits consist of the school uniform plus whatever requests he can meddle out of the staff.
  
  During his time at Salvator, he's confined to a hospital-style wheelchair in case an episode of his powers occurs. This has an additional benefit to Evan, whose chronic illness makes his movements sometimes shaky and unsteady. At his repeated requests, his wheelchair was allowed to have a fresh coat of rainbow colors.
  
  
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  Evan is overcome, occasionally, by strange and nonsensical visions and prophecies. When this happens, light seems to fade, the stench of rotten seaweed permeates the air, and strange howling noises can be heard or spectral shadows seen. Any attempt to touch or restrain Evan during this state will result in the person doing so immediately falling into hysteria. What they see, no one knows. Perhaps in this contact, they catch a glimpse into the infernal world from which Evan seems to speak.
  
  For about 3 to 5 minutes before each episode, Evan begins experiencing some subtle warning signs. He may fall quiet or find it difficult to speak, or feel hazy and disoriented. Of course, with his illness, these can easily be mistaken for simply being about to pass out.
  
  Evan is not in complete control of these episodes, but he can influence them to some degree (calling out specific people, for example). This can be useful in a situation where someone needs to be distracted or disoriented.
  As far as anyone can say, though, there is no Zhuithlelb. The powers and prophecies originate from Evan himself.
  
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  personality:
  Despite his fragile health and waifish appearance, Evan's personality is anything but delicate.
  
  He is an extrovert, and a cynic in the most optimistic sense of the word. His jokes are often at his own expense, and he takes his disadvantageous powers in stride. His frequent self deprecation is strangely lighthearted, as if it were his way if telling people not to worry about him.
  
  He values freedom and has a strong policy of "expect respect", and hates nothing more than to be condescended to.
  
  Deep down though, there is a layer of insecurity he refuses to dig up. It stings him to not be physically able to keep up with his peers, though he'd be the last one to admit it. He has a tendency to snap at people who express concern for him.
  
  virtues: Resilient, good-humored, experimental
  vices: Prone to pestering, attention hungry, introspectively stunted
  likes: Positive feedback, peaches, dogs, pop music
  dislikes: Being infantilized, reading, sick days, the smell of cigarettes, Iowa
  
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  Evan was born in a small rural town in northern Iowa, the younger middle child of 4 children. His parents are relatively affluent insurance agents. His mother is a Polish immigrant and his father is a born American citizen of primarily English descent. The 4 Farley kids are stereotypical white Midwesterners to the core.
  
  Evan was born with Chédiak–Higashi syndrome, a rare disorder causing albinism and high susceptibility to many kinds of infections. Most patients with this condition die of neuropathy-related complications or white blood cell mutations causing widespread organ failure, but Evan is one of the lucky few to not develop fatal symptoms. It is possible that this unlikely survival may be related to his powers… Still, he struggles with frailty, poor eyesight and frequent illness. In the past he has received a bone marrow transplant to help prevent the accelerated phase of the disease.
  
  And, even though he beat the medical odds, Evan was born with the shadow of death looming over him, and for the first few years of his life, the trauma of constant hospitalizations, blood transfusions, and debilitating illness instilled in him a deep and painful psychological scar.
  
  Evan's powers started young, though they seem to be gradually increasing in potency as he ages.
  
  As early as 5 years old, he was scribbling in crayon gruesomely detailed pictures of many-eyed underwater creatures, and wormlike beings with human skulls and appendages. This concerned his parents, though they were assured by a therapist that the disturbing drawings were nothing to be concerned about. "Lots of children develop morbid curiosities", the therapist explained, also suggesting that Evan's strange behavior may be linked to early signs of neuropathy common in children with his rare genetic disorder.
  
  However, as he began adolescence, the situation only got stranger. After having reported hearing voices and demands to commit violent or self harming acts from eldritch gods, he was misdiagnosed with severe Schizoaffective Disorder at 15. From then on, his parents and siblings began doing everything in their power to distance Evan from society, blaming his ill health and insisting that he be homeschooled, kept away from others in whatever way they could.
  
  But the hallucinations he was causing other people to have quickly proved this was something more dire. His mother, beginning to believe her son may be possessed by supernatural beings, sought guidance from Christian ministers. This paranoia was in fact brought on by her exposure to Evan's sanity-draining presence. Three exorcisms later, Evan's episodes only became more frequent and severe. While a prisoner in his own house, his family began to fall apart. His older sister Meredith was hospitalized for a suicide attempt after listening to Evan's dark prophesying and experiencing hallucinations of alien creatures burrowing into her brain. Though she recovered quickly in the hospital, she became terrified to return home to the mental plague that smothered their house.
  
  In time, he was able to control his episodes of psychosis by proxy enough to convince his parents to let him out of his confines and back into the town, where his powers' effects began to spread like a virus. Word started to spread around his small town that the Farley's son was some kind of prophet of an eldritch god known as "Zhuithlelb". Many in close contact with him started to believe his cryptic ramblings, and started repeating them themselves, treating the teen as a hallowed harbinger of doom. By the time the school stepped in to take him someplace safe, he'd practically developed a full blown cult. He'd been abducted from his town and was now held captive in an abandoned church, much like he was a captive in his room at the hands of his parents... but far worse. His "followers", a small group of a few dozen or so townsfolk, were busily constructing a commune and living by the law of the nonsense that came out of Evan's mouth.
  
  It took quite a bit of force on the part of Salvator to recover Evan, what with the crazed villagers and the state of Evan himself, too sick to stand, locked in the attic of a ruined church surrounded by piles and piles of notebooks: records of his visions and commands. Finally, after hours of securing the area and keeping the cultists at bay, Evan was quietly carried out in the middle of the night. He was given a round of antiviral for his infection, had the situation explained to him, and once he was back in good enough condition, taken to his new school and home.
  
  Once he left, the affected cultists quickly began to regain lucidity, with only a few remaining in search of their lost prophet. But the whole fiasco shook the town immensely. It is unlikely Evan will set foot in the state of Iowa again anytime soon.
  

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yona quinn.
[div class=tag]nickname[/div] yoyo.
[div class=tag]age[/div] eighteen.
[div class=tag]d.o.b.[/div] may 1st.
[div class=tag]gender[/div] cis female.
[div class=tag]sexuality[/div] bisexual.
[div class=tag]ethnicity[/div] native american (cherokee).
[div class=tag]nationality[/div] american.
[div class=tag]power[/div] the ability to control and sense insects, with the nasty side effect of being able to hear the whispering voices of all insects within her vicinity at all times, as well as finding them to be disgustingly attracted to her presence. brought to you by a scarring childhood experience and deep-seated entomophobia [/div][/div] [div class="tabContents tabContents02"]

[div class=tag]face claim

kawennáhere devery jacobs.
[div class=tag]height[/div] 5'2 - small but feisty!
[div class=tag]weight[/div] 130 lbs.
[div class=tag]hair[/div] straight, naturally chocolate-y brown. before she came into her power, yona kept her hair incredibly long (never cut but for the split ends) but after being locked in her room after her ability came into fruition, she entered a state of shock and chopped all of her hair off in a fit. currently her hair has grown back a decent amount and sits just below her shoulders. she is eternally disappointed for ever having cut it.
[div class=tag]eyes[/div] dark brown.
[div class=tag]body type[/div] mesomorph.
[div class=tag]attire[/div] yona has something of a modern hippie or "VSCO girl" vibe. her fashion choices are relaxed, typically loose fitting, and easygoing and the colors she sports are typically naturalistic - browns, green, beiges, and blues. she usually wears oversized t-shirts with sayings about supporting native american causes, as well as a lot of shirts from national parks or with animals/plants detailing on the front. her hair is perpetually left loose, kept in braids, or pulled up into a bun and she is never seen without handmade jewelry pieces that represent her cherokee heritage. despite the horrors that went on in her reservation, she is very proud of where she comes from and of her people and it's important to her to show that in her fashion - clinging to the good things she remembers. [/div][/div] [div class="tabContents tabContents03"]

[div class=tag]personality

yona was once a spitfire and would get bullied occasionally in school for it (that's not to say she was unpopular or considered a freak, she actually had a decent sized circle of friends). the bullying never angered her, though, for she is passion-driven, but also level-headed when it comes to her emotions. thanks to her upbringing, she spoke constantly of the importance of nature, of culture, and of tradition. but she is more than just proud. she is a wise-cracker and an extrovert, very talkative and kind. she revels in community and strives for friendship. she does not hate those who disagree with her or her ideas, but sees them more as children who will one day learn their lessons. for this reason, she can often come across as holier-than-thou. she is stubborn and thinks her ideas are right, and almost always refuses to be proven wrong. but she is also full of love and she has a lot of wisdom to offer. by her nature she is a nurturer. the only life on this planet she cannot bring herself to love is that of insects, and a part of her hates herself for not being able to care about their lives. a dark part of her relishes in hearing their screams in her mind as they get squished beneath a boot. due to the trauma of her power, yona is currently something of a shadow of her former self. she is still there, but her personality has been slightly diminished. the light sedatives they give her to relax her mind and to help hush the voices of the insects has a lot to do with this, as well.
[div class=tag]virtues[/div] nurturing, amiable, witty, talkative, level-headed, smart, honest.
[div class=tag]vices[/div] brash, obsessive, stubborn, self-righteous, paranoid (of insects), jittery.
[div class=tag]likes[/div] music, dancing, talking, people, animals, family, being outdoors.
[div class=tag]dislikes[/div] insects, being alone, sleeping, animal abusers, the quiet, climate change, violence. [/div][/div] [div class="tabContents tabContents04"]

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yona was born and raised on a cherokee reservation in oklahoma, the only child to kanuna and galilahi. her early life was easy enough and hardly worth mentioning, as it could be described as any ordinary childhood. she was brought up to be very proud of her heritage and to follow in the footsteps of her ancestors. anyone who looked in on her life could not doubt that she loved her people and her people loved her. her family was affectionate and kind and gentle. everything seemed right. she found great passion in traditional dance very early on, as well, as she learned how to dance for prayer, healing, rituals, courting, and other important purposes. she took it as her duty to her people as well as a lovely pastime & entertainment. by all means she was satisfied. she was full of love and purpose.

things grew more complicated as she grew older, however. more and more of her tribe's stranger behavior was revealed to her. her people held rituals unlike those of any other tribe - dangerous ones, sacrificial ones - to a god whose name they did not speak. not everyone on the reservation partook, but kanuna and galilahi were a few of those who did. one of the most important rituals was one that involved children. fortunately, this ritual was not one that required death or blood, but it required fear. yona was, like the other children, forced to undergo this ritual upon her eighth birthday. the ceremony consisted of yona being placed within a grave-like pit dug into the ground by the members of her tribe. she would sit there as they slowly began to drop insects into the hole with her, more and more and more until she was covered in them with no way to escape. there she would sit for 24 hours, submerged in an ocean of insects. she survived the ordeal but when they finally pulled her out of the hole, her vocal cords had been temporarily damaged from the screaming.

yona sat back and was forced to watch over the years as these rituals went on. she watched as children went through a full day of torture. she also watched as elders were annually burned alive as sacrifice. she watched as animals and humans were bled out to feed the god's insatiable hunger for death. it was never explained to her why these rituals had to be done. likely because nobody in her tribe knew themselves. though she loved her people and she loved her parents, it broke her to participate in these horrors. but those 24 hours long ago worked to beat her into submission. she saw the insects crawling on her flesh in her dreams and they reminded her what terrible things could be done to her if she went against her parents' wishes.

for yona, her power came to her all at once. it did not start slow and grow slowly. it was simple: one day it was not there and the next day it was. she awoke one morning shortly after her eighteenth birthday to tingling on her skin, opening her eyes to see her body and bed covered in insects. she screamed and jumped from her bed, only to fall on a floor also swimming in bugs. her walls, her ceiling, her floor, her furniture, her. there was not an inch of surface left uncovered. it was a crawling mass of insects and nothing more. unable to overcome the fear of her phobia manifesting itself in front of her, she fell unconscious. her parents came to her room seconds later and rejoiced in what they found. to them it was a sign from the nameless god. their daughter was chosen for a beautiful purpose.

yona was kept contained in her room by her parents. she would awake to the insects and quickly faint again. there is no saying how long this continued before something changed. the insects would not leave her, but perhaps something about her power finally came into fruition, for one of the times she woke up - she heard them. she heard the voices of the thousands of insects in her room, all at once, a terrible conglomerate of animalistic words, screaming and whispering. she did not know what they were saying, she could not speak that terrible language. but as she cried, in her mind she thought one thing: "please stop. please, please, please stop. go away. go away, go away, go away." and, all at once, the insects stopped moving. in a matter of seconds, they were all gone. they left through cracks, through the opened window, through the space beneath her bedroom door. they had heard her, they had understood her, and they had listened. free from them, she cried.

yona was not set free from her room. she was left there, occasionally fed and watered. they said that they loved her but they could not release her until their god told them what to do. she had nothing to do but sit there and listen to the voices of the insects in the walls and continue to command them to stay away. if she did not, they would return. there was nothing she could do to stop them from coming back to her when she slept. she would always awaken in an ocean of them and it took all the power she had not to lose consciousness to her fear before sending them away again. the hateful things would never leave her alone.

she was slowly losing her sanity in that room. there was nothing left for her to do but to escape. so she did. she slipped out through her bedroom window and ran away in the middle of the night. all around her, crickets and night creatures spoke to her. no matter how she tried to shut out their voices, no matter how she tried to cover her ears, they would not shut up. she felt herself slipping into darkness, into pure insanity, at the knowledge that she could not escape them. they followed her. a swarm of them were never far away, as they sensed her just as she sensed them and all they seemed to want was to be close to her. to devour her.

yona did not escape her reservation on her own. she didn't have to. at its entrance were three young women, all very pleasant looking and well dressed. they immediately knew who she was and said, excitedly, that they had been trying to reach her. these women were from salvator academy and apparently for a week now they had been sending messages and letters to her parents in an effort to get her to come with them to salvator. her parents ignored these letters, forcing salvator representatives to come out to the reservation in person to retrieve her. it seemed that someone in the tribe had heard of her curse and had kindly alerted salvator about it. one of the women wrapped a blanket around yona's shoulders, another gave her a mug of warm water. they offered her escape from the demons that haunted her. hanging on to but a thread of her sanity at that point, she clung to their words and instantly accepted. with that, she was on her way to salvator academy. [/div][/div] [div class="tabContents tabContents05"]

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Idle Town​

Basics​

Name: Arthur ‘Art’ Melton

Age: 18

Date of Birth: February 19

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Bisexual

Ethnicity: Half Japanese, Half Jewish

Nationality: American

Power: Super Speed
Despite his personal philosophy, Art's curse makes sure that - at least once in awhile - he goes very, very, very fast. Too fast, too fast! How do you turn this ME!?​

Appearance & Persona​

Height: 5’7”

Weight: 130 lb.

Hair: Black

Eyes: Dark brown

Personality: Arthur likes to take things slow. Veeeeeery slow. Life’s a beach! He figures he may as well take his time and enjoy the views before they pass him by. His 'type A' immediate family members might call him lazy, but that’s not it! He really, really, really just wants to make this thing called life last. What’s the point of rushing when you get a first hand glimpse at the things you’re rushing toward, and those things seem infinitely worse than what you’ve got going on now?

Virtues:
+ Easygoing
+ Carefree

Vices:
- Lazy
- Procrastinator

Likes:
+ Relaxing
+ Running track
+ Occasionally partaking of the Devil's lettuce

Dislikes:
- Planning for his future​

Background​

Arthur ‘Art’ Melton was born to a businessman father and a stay at home mother in a large brick house with big property and big dogs, in their well-to-do neighborhood in the swanky part of Connecticut. Growing up Art had all the toys he could ask for. His father worked in New York City, in a corner office of a tall office building. To get to work on time, he’d be up and out of the house at around 4:45 am every day, and with late nights, wouldn’t be home until sometimes until after 9 pm. Which wasn’t so bad, his father would say. Because it allowed him to provide all this - the house, the dogs, the comfort - for his family.

Art loved his father, sure. But if there was one thing he knew, even in elementary school, it was that he would never be like him, much to his parents' concern. Their son's apparent lack of any ambition - and his contentment with, as they put it, 'just coasting through life' - was a point often brought up at the dinner table and summarily dismissed. Art was on top of this - he had this college application '99.999% complete' on his laptop. He didn't care that he wasn't the best runner on the team. He was content. Shouldn't that be enough?

Then came his senior year, when things were supposed to 'get serious', as his dad had put it. That this was the time to start 'feeling the pressures of real life'. Only to Art, senior year didn't represent any of those things! He was having a blast. His grades were never all that great, and senioritis didn't do them any favors. Things only started getting real during his opening track meet. To the surprise of everyone, Art's father was in attendance. He wasn't sure whether to be thrilled, or psyched out, by the fact that his dad had taken the time out of his day - probably forgoing a million meetings - to be here for him. Art landed firmly somewhere in between. The runners hit the line, and the moments ticked by before it would be time to start. More than ever before, and inspite of his moral philosophy which dictated him never to take any sporting event too seriously, Art wanted to win. He wanted to win, even though it was a foregone impossbility. He'd run against these guys for four years now. He knew how fast they were, and how fast he wasn't. Mostly he was there to make them look better by comparison, and he was fine with that! So as he was psyching himself up to win - maybe they'd all trip? - he was also preparing for the inevitability that he'd lose. The official raised the starting pistol and squeezed the trigger. Art closed his eyes and ran.

When Art opened his eyes again he was staring at the woods that ringed the high school's track. His fingers were interlocked with the chain linked fence that separated the two. He turned his head to look behind him. A line of torn up and burning rubber lead from the starting line to where he stood. Art suddenly didn't feel so good. His stomach churned and his knees started to wobble. He could see the faces of people in the crowd - or he imagined he could. He saw his dad looking at him. The expression on his face made Art's stomach somersault. What was that smell? He was going to be sick. Why was it so warm? He had to sit down. Smoke? Art, his muscles sore and complaining, looked down to find an unscorched piece of grass to lay down on. His feet were on fire. Wait. His feet... Were literally on fire!

Salvator's emails came the next day. They came to his inbox, his mom's, his dad's (work AND personal). They even sent one to his sister studying abroad, and his brother (more like Dad v2.0) out in Jersey. Art ignored them with the same level of skill that he'd ignored most of his responsibilities. It wasn't until a few of them politely knocked on his door that Art knew his days of shirking this particular responsibility were over.​

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[Foster]

Name: William Graves

Age: 19

Date of birth: 17th October 2000

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Ethnicity: White English

Nationality: English

Power: Infernal, William’s flesh and bone body has been replaced by a sentient replica of pure flame. Other than the fact he is now composed entirely of fire he’s still himself and can think and feel like any other human, despite the lack of a physical body. The “good” news for Will is that he can technically return to his original body, it’s just by no means an easy task. The harder the young man focuses on what he is supposed to look like the more he will return to this form, but it’s almost impossible for him to keep up for extended periods of time. Plus if he can focus hard enough to become flesh and bone again he’s going to have to deal with the pain of combusting all over again when his concentration inevitably slips. When in a neutral state his human features are minimal, just shapes in the fire resembling a pair of eyes and a mouth. The problems don’t end here for Will however, he shares all the same traits as fire which means he needs a steady supply of oxygen and fuel to stay alive. Likewise being extinguished would almost certainly result in his death. An excess of either fuel or oxygen causes him to grow rapidly, with no upper limit currently tested.


The good news is that despite being made of fire he can pick up and move things as if he had a normal body, although they will of course suffer the consequences of being exposed directly to fire.



APPEARANCE

Face claim: See above^^

Height: 5ft 10 - ?

Weight: 81 Kg

Hair: Dark brown, borderline black

Eyes: Hazel

Distinguishing features: Dark rings under eyes, a sure sign of sleep deprivation. When not in human form the fact he’s a walking fire hazard is pretty distinguishing. The lovely folks over at Angelus provided him with a grey safety suit before he was shipped over to the states and he can almost always be found in it when out and about. The suit is airtight, completely fireproof and serves the dual purpose of protecting the world from Will and vice versa. A clear visor allows Will to see out but should he wish for a little privacy he can also pull down a mirrored one to conceal his face. A pair of fans control air intake on the back of the suit.

PERSONA

Personality: William is a textbook example of an introvert. Isolated, bad with crowds and self reliant. As the dark rings under his eyes suggests William is always rather tired, slightly more irritable than most and would rather be sleeping than whatever it is he is currently caught up in. Left to his own devices he’d be locked away in his room and left to his own devices, happy to tend to the plants he collects and surfing the web. Looking beyond this though you’ll find a good natured individual with a passion for sarcasm and wit. He is actually sharper than you might assume as well but has a terrible tendency to forget important details. Anger issues have been a bit of a theme in Will’s family and he is no exception, although he tries his best to battle them. If he lets his temper get the best of him the young man will be wracked with guilt and regret, disgusted with himself if he hurts innocents.


Virtues: Quick witted, resourceful, loyal, caring

Vices: Socially inept, insomniac, strong hatred for his own powers, anger issues

Likes: Rock and metal, video games, forests, plants, nature, the rain, spicy foods

Dislikes: Arrogance, Crowds, bullies, swimming


BACKGROUND

Born in Warrington to Alice and Jake Graves, young Will led a mostly uneventful life. He had a small group of friends, performed pretty averagely at school and would do anything to get away from his family. This was mostly because Will was terrified of his father, Jake Graves had an awful temper and would often take it out on his wife and son. At first Will tried to stand up for himself but there’s little a kid can do against a full grown man and that rebellious streak was pretty quickly squashed. It went on like this for years until eventually Jake had a little too much to drink and actually fractured his wife’s eye socket one night, resulting in the police getting involved and him getting dragged off to jail.


After that life began to look up for the remaining Graves, Alice and Will got along just fine by themselves with Alice settling into a retail job to keep them afloat whilst Will developed a love for botany and began focusing his studies in that direction. He never once visited his father in prison, disgusted by the very thought of him. Vowing to never hurt innocents like he had done, Will put all his efforts into his studies and actually managed to land himself a place on a university course.


The good times weren’t to last of course. A row with his roommate caused Will’s powers to flare up (Literally) for the first time, and the resulting fire burnt down the entire block of flats he had been living in. Luckily there were no casualties but several people suffered severe burns for which he felt the blame could only be placed on him. Will was actually almost killed when a fireman attempted to put him out with a hose but thankfully a police officer on the scene realised what must have happened and called Angelus in to take care of the cursed individual.


After a short evaluation from the Angelus team it was decided that Salvator would be better equipped to deal with his condition and he was sent off with a hearty pat on the back with a fireproof mitten.



​

 

[Toivoajarakkaus]

Darren Ajax Blake
"THE MONSTER YOU SEE, IS THE MONSTER YOU WILL BE."

BASICS
age: 18
date of birth: 10th of December
gender: Trans Male
sexuality: Panromantic Demisexual
ethnicity: Canadian, English
nationality: Canadian

EMERGENCY TRANSFORMATION

Under extreme distress, Darren's body will be forced to undergo a very painful transformation into a creature that could fall under Lycanthropy due to its wolfish nature. That is, if werewolves had their spine erupt out of their back. And six eyes. The beast's fur is brown and thick, providing protection and warmth. Ears are bat-like, thick leather skin swiveling around its skull. Teeth and claws crafted with one thing in mind, tearing through flesh like tissue paper. The creature has two scars across it's chest, a mimicry of Darren's top surgery scars. While Adrenaline can trigger the transformation, it has been found to trigger when Darren suffers from bouts of dysphoria or aggression. The creature in a dysphoria state will attempt self-injury, clawing at extremities until enough damage has been sustained to revert back. Transforming into and out of monster form will heal most minor injuries clean, but larger injuries risk becoming worse. However, the creature has a second state based entirely on aggression and forcing conflict, spines rattling and frothing at the mouth.

APPEARANCE
height: 5'8 inches
weight: 64 Kg
hair: Brown
eyes: Hazel
distinguishing features: Two scars on his chest from top surgery, light scarring on his forearms.

PERSONA
personality: In his words, "One hot, mess of a goblin". Darren is a very open-minded individual with a mean left hook for disrespect, but he's just a teddy bear trying to bring positivity, a 'Carebear' if you would. Huge advocator for platonic affection, 2 A.M shower thoughts, and 4 A.M. crack energy. Essiently 'the Bard' without the desire to bump hips with everything that moves. Those who've moved into the friendzone will see more of his mom friend tendencies, dropping everything to protect and care for them. He always does his best to see them healthy and happy, because it makes him happy, even if he has to make a fool of himself. Sadly these tendencies are not always so healthy, what with Darren putting his friends above his own needs, including basic things for survival. He sees them as his last attempt for redemption, to make up for the monster he desperately hopes he's not. Just like anyone, this Beef Tart has his bad days, whether it's succumbing to his own doubts about who he is or his anger about the cards dealt to him. Darren suffers from Body dysphoria, often describing it as 'the urge to claw my way out of my skin' or feeling trapped in his own body, but either way, he doesn't see much worth in himself and his body is not his own. Then there's the frustration. Sometimes he can't help but feel angry. About what? Honestly, he doesn't know. There's so many things wrong and nothing he can do about them, no matter how hard he tries... Most of all, he's afraid of himself. That somehow, by helping people, all he is doing is hurting them. Leading them right into the path of destruction, his path of destruction.
virtues:
+ Loyal
+ Caring
+ Protective
+ Fun
vices:
- Self-loathing
- Quick-tempered
- Obsessive
- Self-destructive
likes:
+ Singing
+ Crochet
+ His friends
dislikes:
- Himself
- Hot weather
- Strong smells, such as perfume

BACKGROUND
The oldest memory that Darren can recall, was waving goodbye to his mother's back as she drove off in a moving van, leaving him and his father behind. Life was tough growing up, not because his father was, no, his father did the best he could. But when you're a single parent with multiple graveyard shifts to work, and little to no idea how to care for a kid, things get muddled. Even so, no one could say he didn't love his kid. He was there when Darren was suspended for kicking a boy in the crotch. He was there, comforting his child when the other children bullied them. He was there when his daughter told him that he was his son. He was there holding his son as he wept over his birthday present, a notice for beginning hormone therapy. He was there, holding him again when he came out from the hospital from successful chest surgery. He was there, holding the twisted, distorted figure of his son as his forehead bled from a panicked swipe from newly forming claws. He was there, quietly leading a sobbing creature home after a sleepover went wrong. He was there when the email arrived, urging his son to take the offer. Knowing that he couldn't very well take care of his son the way he wanted to... He was still there as the school came, and he's still waiting for Darren to come home.​

 

[GH0STM0TH]

Freya Reed
───── ❝ daddy was dumb, said that i'd be something special ❞ ─────​

basics

✦ name: freya reed
✦ age: 18
✦ date of birth: august 10th
✦ gender: male
✦ sexuality: bisexual
✦ ethnicity: european
✦ nationality: american
✦ power: burning skin by touch

appearance

✦ face claim: dave bayley (glass animals)
✦ height: 5'6
✦ weight: 128 lbs.
✦ hair: dirty blonde
✦ eyes: greyish blue
✦ clothing freya tends to lean towards wearing casual, and often cheap clothing. he typically wears t-shirts, often tucked into his jeans. his jeans very often have rips and tears in them from being a bit worn. he often thrifts for clothing instead of buying them from a store, so all his clothing usually tends to look worn.

persona

✦ personality: freya's a bit socially inept. you can tell just by meeting him, that he isn't exactly used to social interaction. he isn't necessarily shy, but extremely oblivious to social cues/norms.

he has a bit social anxiety, but he isn't afraid to talk, especially when asked about his interests. he can ramble on and on about his interests/projects. he often trails off when he's speaking, ending up getting off track and saying things that may end up coming together completely incoherent to someone just listening to him.

freya tends to have a very .. jaded attitude towards his ambitions. it isn't clear really what he wants in life, tending to pick up new things one after the other but never really mastering anything. he still doesn't really have a solid grasp on what he's doing. it's a bit concerning how many times he gets side tracked, not ever committing to anything. he doesn't really seem particularly concerned about where he is either, at least not visibly. he usually just says he'll figure it out when really questioned on what he wants.
✦ vices:
⇣ non-committal
⇣ social ineptitude
⇣ easily overwhelmed
⇣ jaded
✦ virtues:
⇡ creative
⇡ sensitive
⇡ out of the box thinker
⇡ intelligent
✦ likes:
♡ fruit
♡ music
♡ bright colors
♡ tv
♡ coka cola
✦ dislikes:
✗ loud noises
✗ silence
✗ headaches
✗ black coffee

background

✦ background: freya was born into a bit of a lower income family, and therefore was kind of on a budget. his father mostly worked all day, leaving him mostly with his mother. freya wasn't the best in school growing up, often getting easily distracted by other things. he excelled in science and did decent in math, but often struggled to learn when he could get sidetracked so easily.

in freya's early teens, it became apparent that his mother was becoming very ill and ended up becoming bedridden. it was hard for them to get proper healthcare, not being very rich to afford good insurance. freya was incredibly worried, having a strong attachment to his mother. he also didn't want his mother to die knowing that he wasn't going to get anywhere. he last minute decided he'd drop out of high school at age 16.

freya took up trying to take care of his mother, while exploring his creative endeavors on the side, hoping he'll come up with something that will give his family a bunch of money. he wanted to be an entrepreneur, and create an invention that may one day sky rocket. however, he struggles to really commit to an idea, let alone a useful one. he spent a lot of time trying to impress his mother. he didn't want her to think of him as a failure on her death bed.

freya's powers were what changed everything, suddenly finding that when he touched his mother's skin he gave her 2nd degree burns just by touching her. he also struggled to work on his creative projects when everything would burn in his hands while he was working. one day, however, he touched his mother and found that he had started a flame, burning her body up. horrified, he tried to call the hospital. unfortunately, his mother didn't make it.

... he was approached by the government to join the academy not so soon after. he took the opportunity in a heartbeat.

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[div class=imageb][/div] [div class=tabs][div class="tab tab1 chosen"][/div] [div class="tab tab2"][/div] [div class="tab tab3"][/div] [div class="tab tab4"][/div] [div class="tab tab5"][/div][/div] [div class=banner]JACE[/div][/div][/div] [div class=sborder1][div class=shape1][div class="tabContents tabContents1 show"][div class=mainimage][/div][/div] [div class="tabContents tabContents2"][div class=header]01. BASICS[/div][div class=line][/div][div class=textbox][div class=scroll][div class=tag]full name.[/div]

jace william augustine .​

[div class=tag]nicknames.[/div]

n/a.​

[div class=tag]age.[/div]

nineteen.​

[div class=tag]birthdate.[/div]

january twenty-seven.​

[div class=tag]place of birth.[/div]

minnesota, u.s.​

[div class=tag]gender.[/div]

male.​

[div class=tag]sexuality.[/div]

heterosexual.​

[div class=tag]power.[/div]

cryokinesis - whether it was because of his initial hate of the Minnesota colds, or being drowned in frigid cold water by his mother's boyfriend is unknown in the manifestation of his cryokinetic abilities.​

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jace is able to manipulate the temperature of the air molecules around him, and by freezing them, it materializes as solid ice or snow. he can generate cryokinetic constructs, as well as generate cold whether and temperature. it can be used to freeze various surfaces and things. likewise, his body is impervious to the effects of cold weather, whether it's in water, or the air. he's passively much colder than a regular human, with a median body temperature of just under -10 degrees Celsius. it doesn't necessarily show in his body (besides his bright blue eyes). if one were to come close to jace, they'd notice the sudden drop in temperature in his radius.​

[/div][/div][/div] [div class="tabContents tabContents3"][div class=header]02. LOOKS[/div][div class=line][/div][div class=textbox][div class=scroll][div class=tag]face claim.[/div]

dylan o'brien.​

[div class=tag]height.[/div]

6'2.​

[div class=tag]weight.[/div]

approx. 170lbs.​

[div class=tag]body.[/div]

athletic, lean muscular.​

[div class=tag]hair.[/div]

dark brown, usually messy and unkept.​

[div class=tag]eyes.[/div]

formerly amber brown. recently turned a very light blue.​

[div class=tag]marks.[/div]

a jagged scar about half a metre down his back.​

[div class=tag]wardrobe.[/div]

comfortable, and casual.​

[/div][/div][/div] [div class="tabContents tabContents4"][div class=header]03. PERSONA[/div][div class=line][/div][div class=textbox][div class=scroll][div class=tag]personality.[/div]

At first introduction, Jace tries his best to be as civil and relaxed as possible. Having been diagnosed with intermittent explosive disorder during his freshman year, he's had a hard time keeping his anger in check. With all the suffering his family had endured and persevered, specifically his mother, there's all too much pent up anger in his person. Due to only having a faint memory of Mason Shaw's death, rather than having been able to savour the moment, Jace berates himself on it, and requires much-needed closure. He's definitely one to hold grudges, and does not tend to forgive easily. Trusting is something he believes will always be difficult for him, and so he's made no effort to try.​

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Towards family, and his few friends, Jace is a rather intelligent, and soft-spoken individual. He enjoys the happiness and well-being of his friends, and if his family is happy, then so is he. Due to this, he's much of a giver, and always goes the extra mile to do what he knows will make someone he loves happy. He prefers to be the listener just due to the awful circumstances of his past, and has become a good listener and adept at understanding the different scenarios of different people. This does make him naive in certain situations, because once passed his first set of barriers, he's rather transparent with everything but his past.​

[div class=tag]vices.[/div]

aggressive, short-temper, naive, short-sighted, emotional, inexpressive, stubborn.​

[div class=tag]virtues.[/div]

loyal, trustworthy, amiable, understanding, respectful.​

[div class=tag]likes.[/div]

most foods, cars, models, shoes, wrestling.​

[div class=tag]dislikes.[/div]

swimming, the cold, loud noises, confined spaces (claustrophobic).​

[div class=tag]other.[/div]

Jace suffers from an IED and PTSD following the scarring events of his childhood.​

[/div][/div][/div] [div class="tabContents tabContents5"][div class=header]04. HISTORY[/div][div class=line][/div][div class=textbox][div class=scroll][div class=tag]childhood.[/div]

Jace was born in Minnesota to an absentee father, and single mom. He and his mother were very close since childhood, and in spite of the circumstances stacked against them, they were always each others' rock. His mother tended to bounce from job to job, which caused them to move all about the state of Minnesota, with no real relationship besides the two of them. It honestly wasn't a problem though just due to the strong bond between them. In spite of not being rich, having the nicest clothes, and so on, as a kid, Jace admired the intangibles from a young age. He loved a good laugh and memories, and radiated joy everywhere he went.​

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His mother settled into a job at the nursing home in Minneapolis around Jace's birthday. Following the acquisition of the job, it'd been the first time Jace and his mother had been able to stay put in one city for more then two years. Jace figured that with them being so good to life, it was only fair that life would return the favour. That's all he'd ever believed..​

[div class=tag]teens.[/div]

When his mother started dating though, Jace was definitely against it. Having been her sole focus for so long, one grows accustomed to being the "apple of the eye." In spite of constant reassuring from his mother, Jace was never fond of her long list of boyfriends, of which ended when she came across Mason Shaw. A state deputy and the man Jace's mother loved. With Shaw joining their family, Jace was definitely disgusted, though Mason did make an effort to strike a bond with Jace. They never glued together, something Jace berates himself for years later.​

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It was only several months after Jace and his mother moved in with Shaw and his toddler daughter that things went awry. Shaw was sacked from his job due to incompetency at the hands of alcohol, something he only reverted to more with the sack letter. Mason would leave the house late into the night, only to return early in the morning. But soon, he didn't even bother leaving the house. He'd drink at home and lash out at Jace's mother. Blaming her for his misfortune and series of unfortunate events. His anger only grew and grew, until he resorted to violence and abusing Jace's mother, but with no funds to pick up and start a new life, they were stuck.​

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Jace tended to hide away his younger step-sister so she wouldn't see the violence, and he himself stepped in-between Shaw and his mother on countless occasion. More often than not, he'd easily be pushed aside by the large deputy, and be forced to watch the man's onslaught against his mother. Once a bright scholar, the events only seemed to scar Jace more and more, and his grades took a toll because of it. With fear that his mother would be assaulted following a school day, he resigned from his extracurriculars in order to get home early and defend his mother, and younger sister. He lost friends, and social-life because of it, and had to deal with teasing throughout the school day, and then defending his mother by night.​

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The police may have been an option if it wasn't for the fact that somehow-- some way, his mother still had a strong love for Shaw. She made sure he wasn't able to call any police, in spite of the man constantly beating on her.​

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[div class=tag]ice.[/div]

Jace was about fifteen years of age when he'd snapped. Whether out of a short-temper or stupidity, he channeled the urge to protect his mother and younger sister, and confronted Mason Shaw head on. Shaw put him down once more with ease, but with the threat of Jace growing in size and intelligence, he didn't stop there. Having knocked Jace unconscious, through the weeps and cries of his mother, he tied up the boy, threw him in the trunk of his mountain truck, and drove off into the distance for what felt like hours into the night.​

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When Jace returned to consciousness, he could only make out the feeling of an ice cold sensation pushing against his cheek. The air was cold in the winter-night, and due to being poorly dressed, it only hit him harder. Blood was flowing down towards his head, as Shaw had him clasped by the ankles and dragged him across the frozen riverbed to a space in the ice. Jace could remember himself begging for mercy through cloth in his mouth, swearing never to involve himself with Shaw and his mother again, his heart pounding against his chest. He also remembered the cynical laugh of Mason Shaw as he held him up by his tied up ankles, and tossed his body into the freezing cold water.​

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He was dead. There was no other plausible outcome for someone bound by the limbs, beaten up, and left to drown to death or die of hypothermia. Whatever came first. But Jace's case was different. The bounds on him froze way too fast, and snapped when brittle. The feeling of cold water choking him faded, and honestly, Jace thought he was trapped in a dream. That he'd died minutes ago. But he was able to swim to the crack in the ice, push himself to his feet, and confront Mason Shaw for what would be the last time. Jace had only meant to hold Mason when he grabbed at his neck, but instead the man's neck turned a dark blue and he could make out the sounds of him choking on his breath. Jace didn't stop though. He maintained the grip on Shaw's neck until he could hear crack's in it, and Shaw's head toppled onto the floor. With that, he tossed the body into the water, and made off on a several days' walk back to his home.​

[div class=tag]adulthood.[/div] Years passed since the incident. Mason Shaw's death was ruled a suicide, he'd "walked off into the water and never came back," they said. In spite of not revealing the events of that night to his mother, Jace knew deep down that she was aware of what'd occurred that night. Perhaps not the email, but she'd been made aware. The fact that his powers didn't materialize themselves since was only a plus-- minus some minor events here and there. It was near the end of his senior year though, having planned on studying abroad, that the email had came. An offer from a university by the name of Salvator, one that seemed to know all too much about Jace. One that threatened to expose him if he didn't comply with the acceptance. He accepted.

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[s e v e n]

♪ BASICS
name: Daniella White - 百海鳳
nickname: Dani (by all means, DO NOT call her Ella)
age: 20
date of birth: september twenty-first
gender: cis-female, she/her
sexuality: disaster lesbian
ethnicity: asian
nationality: taiwanese
power: the siren's song
her voice, when intended to sing, will inevitably cause anyone who hears them immediately lull to sleep. on a louder scale, it could paralyze people. on a long scale, it could kill. maybe. who knows, really, never tried. this involves whistling, humming, or anything tuneful, conscious or subconscious.


♪ APPEARANCE
face claim: Lee Joo Young
height: 5'8
weight: 130 lbs
hair: previously jet-black, long most of her childhood. She only chopped it short recently, dyeing it a shade of ashen grey
eyes: black, or very dark brown depending on the lighting
distinguishing features: a small bird in the shape of 鳳凰 (phoenix) at the back of her neck
attire: most of the time something monochrome and boyish, though you may occasionally spot her in skirts and something more feminine. she wears metallic silver nail polish to match her hair. also, she adores boots.

♪ PERSONA
personality: As a child, Daniella was diagnosed with Asperger's syndrome, which her parents had kept from her until she was much more older. It explained her early life difficulty in socializing, even slightly during her current age, and her difficulty in reading circumstances as well as her blunt, occasionally rude, remarks. It dissipated much in her further years, however, only leaving one or two little hints that may not be noticeable without a therapist. Before her supposed revelation about her curse, Daniella is known as a cheerful girl, somewhat tomboy-ish, sets high pride (sometimes too high) in herself. She does not have many friends, yet she has a small group she holds so dearly. A bit hard to get warm up to at first, as she may appear distant or cold in some circumstances, though truly she perhaps just felt a bit awkward. Once you get to know her, one would learn that she is an incredibly loyal and dedicated friend.
virtues: confident, chivalrous, honest
vices: blunt, short-tempered, hard to forgive
likes: music, 小籠包 (chinese dumplings), photography
dislikes: overly sweet things, large dogs, techno music
trivia:
- is a ravenclaw, really, but claims herself to be gryffindor
- temperature does not seem to affect her. she would wear tank tops on winter days, coats on summer. that is not a power, that is just her
- really wants to learn to ride the motorcycle, but anyone forbids her touching anything with wheels
- is a good baker, and a really shit chef
- bilingual
- fender > gibson

♪ BACKGROUND
A stage. Desultory lights flashing, a waving curves before her. Ear-shrilling screams, the scene darkened. Then with a single strike, red washed over the hall, smoke circling beyond her ankles. Her fingers would have skillfully plucked her guitar strings, pentatonic diatonic, she remembered them like the back of her own hand, sliding ever so smoothly across the nylon strings. The crowds would only grow wilder, louder, and at the corner of her eyes, tears would begin to form. This was her dream after all, had always been. All the sweats and tears should not have gone in vain. She had the talent, after all. The will, and the work. What more could someone possibly want? The edges of her lips rose, her booted feet swinging herself back and forth as she began to strum. Opening her mouth-

Then the scene cracked. Everyone laid where they were, their eyes blank, then black. Then melted. When she tried to speak, only white wisps curled out, though it was not cold that day. A vortex appeared, sucking all the image from her view. After all, this was not a memory. This was a wish, one that may never come true. All has been in vain, after all, so cruel was the world. Daniella White wanted to bring blessing to the world, instead she was given the ability to curse.

Dani never had her stage, nor had she ever had the chance. All that had been taken away from her, ever so cold-heartedly. It was not fair, yet who said the world was?

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Daniella White was born to a family of three, her being the only daughter. As a child, she was always different from the rest. Well, at least she felt so, not that she could put her fingers exactly where. She could not seem to make friends just as easy, and when she tried, it never worked. Was it something she said? The way she acted? Had she looked funny? She did not know. After all, all she did was try her best. Her father, the more strict of the two, and the mother, the heart and one who provides mental support. Together, however, they loved her very dearly and unconditionally. Their little flower, 小花, as they called her. In the end, she settled that perhaps she did not need friends. Why need friends when she has her parents?

It was until one day, her father bought her a guitar. It was funny at first, to see her little fingers curling uncontrollably, The red marks and scabs she got after her first few lessons. Then she learned how to sing, humming to her favorite cartoon songs. Then, with her parents' persuasion, she took up a really small talent show in her school. Really, she has talent, one can tell- though it was not easy to immerse yourselves in a little girl who sung with an expression no better than that of a flat wall. But then she felt something, something she could not quite put her finger on. How the words escaped her small thin lips, a beautiful serenade accompanied by that of the horribly recorded minus-one disc. And from then on, she couldn't quite stop herself.

Her guitar became her best friend. She sung when she was happy, sung when she felt down. Slowly, but surely, she began to see the world in colours she had never before. She begun to make friends and for once in her life, she felt normal. She was happiest during her high school years, all the way to college where she had a band to play with. A group consisting of three girls and two boys, everyday just felt so beautiful, even more beautiful when she realized she began to grow feelings for one of the girls, her best friend. They were supposed to be off to their very first formal performance. It was Autumn Festival, and they were meant to showcase their band in front of the campus. The students have gathered, their equipment ready. It was the day she was waiting for her whole life, perhaps the start of a fresh new chapter.

The next few things happened in a blink of an eye.

No one noticed as people began to collapse. One, and then two, and then more at once. And then wooden sticks rolled upon the stage, where she saw her friend toppled lifelessly upon the drum set. Her life did change- yet not one she expected. Just when she thought she was becoming normal, the world had to take that away from her, too. This chapter, she could immediately tell, was not going to be a pleasant one. In fact, it was only the calm before a storm.

It was not long until she was found by salvator, and she did not think twice before accepting the offer.

After all, what else could she have done?

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[coeur]

i just posted a lil thing over in ooc but i thought i'd write it here too because it's pretty important information about how salvator catches up to IWP and could be pretty key to the writing of your backgrounds! everything's looking great so far guys

Spoiler

salvator is a product of the United States government. it is not magical, even if their power to track down IWP may at times seem to be. when a person's powers come into fruition, salvator - or one of it's sister universities - is supposed to be immediately informed of the event. and this is usually how it happens, especially if someone's powers are revealed in public, as most frightened passerby will be quick to alert salvator of the incident. however, sometimes a power will be kept secret or a family will attempt to hide their cursed child. in some cases, there has been no record of salvator ever being told about a curse, yet officials will still somehow turn up on the doorstep of the IWP. for this reason, there is a saying that "salvator is always watching." perhaps this is why so many people in the population will quickly tell salvator about potentially cursed individuals - so that they won't be punished for not speaking up (not to mention that people tend to be afraid of IWP and typically want them all to be contained). there's no proof that people have been punished by salvator. but there have been several accounts of people - linked to the concealing of an IWP - mysteriously disappearing. and there's no laws saying someone must be entered into one of salvator's academies, but it could certainly be considered an unspoken rule known the world over. everyone knows that it's dangerous to go against salvator and it's best for everyone to work with them. bad things will happen to those who don't, no matter how much salvator might deny it.

salvator will not initially show up in person. once alerted, an email will instantly be sent out to the IWP and - if applicable - their family members. if nobody has an email, a letter will be sent. this will be a kindly worded and very formal email or letter, always written the same:

"Hello [Insert IWP's Name Here],
It has come to our attention at Salvator Academy that you have recently been shown to possess evidence of the Curse. We would like to first and foremost express our deepest condolences for the pain this must be causing you. It is no easy thing for one to find they are an Individual With Power. Here at Salvator, we understand that more than anyone. It is our recommendation that you come to visit our facilities and see for yourself! Salvator Academy is specially equipped to help you handle this new ability and learn to control it in a safe environment. Left unchecked, your power will be an extreme danger to yourself and to others. It is our understanding that the Curse preys on our insecurities, our fears, and our darkest memories. The toll this will take on your mind and soul will be insurmountable if you do not seek help. Please, accept this as an invitation to Salvator Academy, where you will overcome the mental difficulties of your newfound power and learn how you can one day live happily and healthily among the public again - no harm to yourself or to anyone else. We wish to provide you with catharsis only we have the means to give.
Take some time to consider our request. We hope to be hearing from you very soon."

if salvator does not hear from the IWP within three days, they will start to make phone calls and send text messages. if the IWP does not cave within a week, they will finally arrive in person to wherever the IWP is. the salvator officials always come in groups of three and are are not frightening in appearance by any means. they look like any run-of-the-mill teachers or therapists, coming with gentle words and kind smiles. but they are also armed and, depending on how powerful the IWP may be, armored. they will do everything in their power to convince an IWP to come with them. if the IWP acts violently or refuses to comply, they will resort to violence: incapacitating the Cursed and taking them with them back to the academy.

one does not say no to salvator. while they may phrase it as a request, their letter is not something you get to refuse. it is a threat, a friendly notice that you have been found and you will be attending salvator whether you would like to or not.

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[Kidzait]

Name: Penelope Vargus
Age: 18
Date of birth: 09/29/01
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Half-Gay
Ethnicity: White
Nationality: American

I'm going to hotbox the sky. Poppy, probably.

• ABILITY
• APPEARANCE
• PERSONA
• BACKGROUND

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  Smoke Physiology: Poppy has the ability to convert the matter in her body into dark blue smoke and control this smoke with her will. Poppy is unable to control smoke not constructed from her own mass. Subject is reluctant to fully convert due to the effect of " the worst smoker's cough but without being able to cough" as well as a feeling of suffocation. It is unclear how Poppy is able to reconstitute herself back to her original form. When asked subject replied, "I Dunno, I just kinda fall back into place". Due to this, Poppy cannot change her physical appearance while reforming. It is unclear what exact effects happens to a subject when a large amount of her smoke is inhaled. Symptoms recorded include, bouts of anger, paranoia, mild euphoria, anxiety, overwhelming fear, and drowsiness. Poppy's smoke has been reported to smell like a strange mix of wood smoke and cooked meat.
  
• 
  Height: 5'2"
  Weight: 100 lbs
  Hair: Auburn
  Eyes: Green
  Distinguishing features: Poppy cannot control the conversion of her hair. Due to this quirk of her power, the last few inches of her hair are in a constant transitional period Giving her a trademark permanent smokey look.^TM
  Her nose was once broken and reset unprofessionally.
  
• 
  Personality: When first meeting Poppy, she comes across standoffish and dismissive. Most of the time Poppy will react as if the speaker is bothering her. Poppy always seems distant, distracted by the conversation she is having behind her eyes. People have reported she has a "suffocating presence that permeates the room" and "If feels like this bitch is watching me from inside my head". She can be talkative but she rarely smiles, even if the subject of the conversation is on that excites her. Once someone gets to know her they will learn that she is always like this and it doesn't really get better.
  
  Virtues:
  +Tries to avoid confrontation
  +Wants to improve her character
  +Protective
  +Headstrong
  
  Vices:
  -Smoker
  -Lazy
  -Invasive to those around her
  -Knows the extent of her passive abilities and takes advantage of them
  
  Likes:
  +Junk food
  +Eavesdropping
  +Flying
  Dislikes:
  -Pushy people
  -The rich
  -Prudes
  
• 
  
  Even from a young age Poppy had her powers. They never manifested in a visible way other than the occasional wisp of smoke rising from her hair but it showed itself in other ways. Kids asked their teachers if they could move seats away from her, she was ostracized from the other cliques in school and the occasional sleep over ended with her guest going home in the middle of the night due to relentless nightmares. By high school, Poppy had learned to flip the effect and started rejecting people before they could reject her. The few friends she did have she kept at arm's length. She didn't understand why but she just knew that the longer she hung around someone, the faster they turned on her. Her closest friends were always ones she met online because they never had to inhale the particles rising off her skin. Her full powers wouldn't manifest until her junior year.
  
  Up until high school people tended to gravitate away from Poppy the longer they were around her. Once she got around a much of other hormonal teenagers and her power started taking effect, another group of symptoms began to flare up in her classmates. Anger, violence and tension became a regular atmosphere in the classes she attended. At first there were no targets, insults and strikes were thrown seemingly at random but eventually her peers learned the source of their rage. IT rose to a head when Poppy was assaulted by a group of students in the parking lot. Her nose was broken by a lucky swing and something inside her snapped. It was like she was a sand sculpture, slowing drying in the sun, and at that moment her form crumbled. The last things she remember was feeling a rush of rage and fear and bliss wash over her mind as she watched the blood dripping to the pavement from her face begin to convert into thick, blue smoke.
  
  She doesn't remember what happened after. but when she came too she was surrounded by destruction. She would later find out through youtube video that her body had dissolved into a thick plume of smoke that rushed outwards in all directions, shattering car windows and throwing her attackers into a blind rage. A riot broke that lead to three deaths and eight injuries. After the video went public, Poppy was arrested for "Pending charges" It was then that Salvador got in contact with her. She resisted at first, refusing to believe that this smoke issue would persist, even as she watched feint wisps of smoke constantly rising from her arms from her jail cell. It wasn't till three men wearing re-breather gear came into to offer her an alternative that she finally relented and allowed herself to be taken in.
  

 

[Socio]

Name: Alexis Simmons

Nicknames: Lexi, Alex, Lex

Age: 18

Date of birth: December 7th 2001

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Ethnicity: White

Nationality: Canadian

Power: More of a curse than a power really, Alexis has the ability to pull others life force from them through physical contact. When any part of her skin comes in contact with anothers, whether they may be human or animal, they will have the sensation of their very essence beginning to drain, often causing them to feel tired, cold, and weak. On Lex's end this feels like the most intoxicatingly powerful drug in the world and it will constantly consume her mind, wanting nothing more than to feel that power once again. Her power takes about 30 seconds of uninterrupted contact to fully take a humans life, though this is subject to change depending on height, age and health.



APPEARANCE

Face claim: Unknown

Height: 5ft 5

Weight: 109 lbs

Hair: Long, dark brown

Eyes: Ocean blue

Distinguishing features: Alexis is constantly sporting long black gloves that protect others from accidental contact. Her clothes reflect this as well, almost always seen in long baggy sweaters that engulf her slender frame. Her eyes usually appear bloodshot only accentuating their bright blue. Lex is rarely still, she makes every effort to keep herself busy, the distraction helping to keep her mind off the craving that demands to be heard.


PERSONA

Personality
Alexis can sometimes be percieved as shallow and narcissistic due to her 'Queen Bee' like persona. Though she does value her popularity immensly she is never the cruel type, she wants only to be liked and faults by going about things in a superficial manner. She is an extremely extroverted person and is only ever truly happy surrounded by others. Before her curse she was exceedingly affectionate, she loved hugs, holding hands or just being close to people, of course that had to change once her power arose. Since she devoloped her power Lex is more reserved than before, or at least she tries to be. She is adamant on keeping her distant as to not endanger any others, however still craves the human interaction she used to love.


Virtues
charming, outgoing, fun-loving, adventurous, daring

Vices
stubborn, entitled, addicted, impatient, narcissistic

Likes
parties, friends, adrenaline, horror movies, adventure

Dislikes
authority, boredom, rules, being alone

BACKGROUND

Before the misfortune of her curse Alexis had a more than pleasant upbringing. She was raised by two loving parents in the upper middle class and was provided pretty much anything she could ever desire. She performed moderately well in school but was much too social to ever really invest herself into her studies. As she grew older she began to make more friends and was soon going ouy and attending parties on a nightly basis. By seventeen she was heavily into drugs and struggling to hide her addiction from her parents. Her absences from class and change in behaviour led to them placing her in a rehab for wayward teens. At first she resented her parents but as months passed and her addiction faded she swore to never let another drug control her. Her life finally seemed to be going well once more, though she was still very social she managed to avoid the substances that had gotten her into trouble and her realtionship with her parents grew stronger.

It was on her 18th birthday when it all went awry, her lovely parents had put together a surprise party for her, not only celebrating her birthday but her sucessful recovery as well. However all did not go as planned, one hug was all it took before the room was in chaos. Lex did not remember much from the horrible night, her mind seemingly having blocked it out, she recalled giving her mother a hug, a thank you for everything she had done, and the immediate rush of power that swept through her. She hadn't seen or heard what surrounded her, maybe if she had she would have let go. Her fathers concerned yell, the screams of her friends as they watched Lex's mother's lifeless body hit the floor all were mere echoes as the feeling consumed her. What came next was a living nightmare for Lex, her father wouldn't look at her, those who once were her friends now called her a freak, she was alone and scared. What scared her most though was the voice inside her head begging to have that power back, her biggest regret was now her greatest dream, her mind played that feeling over and over like a broken record willing her to do it again.

It only took a week before Lex found the letter from Salvatore Academy sitting on her bed, it was clearly left there by her father but he hadn't been able to bring himself to give it to her in person. She knew is was not an offer but a statement, she was going. It only took another week after that before she found herself standing in front of the Academy itself, the trip had been horrible, not a word from her father, even as he left, but how could she blame him, his own daughter had taken the love of his life away. Alexis had heard the tales of the academy and was skeptical to say the least, but she agreed that she was not suited to be in public, she was a danger to everyone around her and if Salvatore could fix her then she would give it a shot.
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[Heterological]

BASICS

name: Jason White
age: 18
date of birth: May 15th
gender: Male
sexuality: Pansexual
ethnicity: British
nationality: American
power: Electricity will constantly flow through Jason. Depending on how much surface area was exposed, anything he touches will get high voltage going through them. Regular clothing does not stop this transfer. Something like a body slam would kill someone else; a high-five might paralyze someone for half a second, while a finger poke would merely cause a sensation like a large static shock. This, curiously, will go through regular insulated gloves.

APPEARANCE
face claim: Lucas Bin
height: 5' 8"
weight: 146 Ibs
hair: Light blond, a little long and slightly wavy. It is really wispy and is easily ripped off.
eyes: His eyes, although from a far distance look brown, are in fact a darkish blue.

PERSONA
personality: Although fairly extroverted, he is also very nerdy; he likes computers and is into coding. He doesn't think too many things too. If there's something important going on, then he'll be more cautious, but Jason will usually just say whatever comes to mind. He isn't comfortable with large crowds; he'd much rather prefer hanging out with four or five close friends. That said, he can handle a lot of people if necessary. Jason only has a few friends. Instead of having a lot of people he's friends with, he has a closely-knit group.
virtues:
friendly - Jason is nice, with an easygoing attitude that makes it so he doesn't make too many enemies.
loyal - Once you are his friend, you are his friend and he'll never give up on you.
adaptive - He's not too surprised by much and Jason is very flexible, adapting to new rules and situations.
vices:
impulsive - He doesn't think much through his actions
self-doubt - Jason looks back on the things he's done and wonders if he could've done something different.
naive - He was sheltered as a kid and holds unrealistic expectations on life and such.

likes: warmth, robotics, computers, friends, tomatoes, rockets
dislikes: his power, his aunt, large crowds, sports

BACKGROUND

As a sheltered kid, he was more snobby than most; his parents were never in any financial trouble, and, while Jason was never too mean, he was a little arrogant. This sense of arrogance was only boosted by his academic supremacy. Jason grew up without many friends and instead devoted his time to robotics. Eventually, his arrogance disappeared, and, although he made a few friends, his focus was still mainly on robotics. He went to a few parties as a high-schooler and, while they were okay, he still went to science fairs and such. Robotic competitions that he entered were almost always won by Jason. His favorite robot was one that was the size, shape, and function of a dog; his software made it walk, and a rotating clamp mechanism on the front allowed it to grab onto objects.

Approaching senior year, he had found a suitable college that had advanced robotic courses and a relatively cheap apartment. On his eighteenth birthday, his power awakened. Jason woke up like normal and, like every day before, went to work on his dog. It was almost complete; he just needed to calibrate the motherboard in the robot. There was a spark; suddenly it was charred, and the smell of something burning filled the air. He tried to figure out what happened, running a few manual diagnostics on the robot that only short-circuited it more.

Jason was horrified; after telling his parents and a few cautious experiments, he determined the length of his curse and was thereafter invited to Salvator. He agreed immediately; if there was even a chance they could somehow find a way to nullify his curse then he would do whatever they said.

 

[Shadow]

BASICS

name: Nara Kinley-Collins (nar-UH)
age: 19
date of birth: november twenty-fifth
gender: Cis-female
sexuality: Bisexual, panromantic
ethnicity: Caucasian
nationality: North American
power: Darkness solidification - The rather temperamental ability to transform shadows and darkness into solid material. It occurs most often when she is agitated or emotional, however, the ‘emotional events’ that trigger her powers can range from a full-blown panic attack to the momentary frustration of a broken pencil tip.
As for the materialized darkness itself, it is some sort of blacker-than-black, completely solid material that feels like cool, condensed mist when touched. Smaller materialized pieces are heavier and take longer to dissipate, while bigger pieces are lighter weight and tend to fade faster. It takes no concentration on her part to keep the darkness solid; it just sticks around as long as it pleases and then disappears. She cannot seem to control the form that comes out either, so the shadow of a book would still look like the shadow of a book, but in solid form. (although she has desperately tried to make something spontaneously cool, it hasn’t worked yet.)

APPEARANCE

face claim: McKenna Hellam
height: 5’9
weight: 142
hair: Dark brown with natural light brown highlights, and bangs that she’s growing out. Naturally curly, she keeps her hair pretty short so it’s manageable.
eyes: Grey with hints of blue
distinguishing features: Aside from her curly hair, Nara’s most standout features tend to be the drawings she does on her arms, usually a variety of runes and symbols from her brother’s books or slightly gory characters.
style: Most comfortable sporting an androgynous look, Nara isn’t terribly picky when it comes to the colors she wears. Black is ironic to her now, but then again, so is white. Any other color of the rainbow is selected on a day-by-day basis. Possibly the most glaring part of her style is the randomness with which she puts an outfit together. She doesn’t take fashion advice kindly...whether a polo goes with a skirt or not is completely arbitrary.

PERSONA

personality: Nara isn’t all that complicated as a person. She likes some things, dislikes others, gets angry, gets sad, gets....revenge, whenever possible. One thing about her, whether for good or not-so-good, is that she has an intense level of self-awareness and self-control. For instance, she tries to hide her insecurities, but she knows they’re there, so if she is overly sensitive it’s because she chooses to be. She also has a bit of a temper, and knows it, so if she lashes out, she does it on purpose. The thing that scares her is that sometimes....sometimes she doesn’t choose to get angry, or to get happy, or to lash out. Sometimes, it just happens, on it’s own. This is what drives one of her biggest insecurities: that people will see something in her that is...safer, kept hidden.

Nara is quite content to be neither an extrovert nor an introvert. She isn’t particularly social by nature, but she can carry a conversation quite well if it suits her. She can warm up to someone rather quickly, especially if she feels like she can be their strength (because she can be strong....yeah), so she hasn’t really lacked for friends. After all, she has the appeal of sarcasm on her side, and she never minded filling the role of weird-slash-moody friend. And if some people consider her to be a bit of an a§§hole, that’s their right, but she isn’t a malicious person. In fact, once or twice she has surprised herself by being...rather considerate and...nice?

virtues: Confident, intrepid, open, strong
vices: Selectively apathetic, impulsive, cold-tempered, unapologetic
likes: Drawing, but only on herself // Cats // Old cars or machines // Running
dislikes: Caffeine \\ Things that take too long \\ ‘Slipping’ (what she calls losing control of her emotions) \\ Daydreamers

BACKGROUND

Steve, Matt, and Timothy were one heck of a trio. Matt and Steve were surprisingly ideal parents, and maybe that was due to everything they had been through to be together (both married straight out of college, and not to each other, one heck of a whirlwind summer romance changed their lives for the better). As for Timothy, he showed all the signs of becoming a talented genius by the age of four. In fact, the only thing they might have been missing was a young and troublesome girl to round off the Kinley-Collins clan. Lucky them; that was about to change.

Knowledge of Nara first came to Steve one day while watching the news; given the circumstances, it would have been strange if he had missed it. The girl who had been found in the sewer was the absolute talk of their little Tennessee town. A police patrol had found her early one morning and it was suspected that she had been there all night, or maybe even longer. Her parents were unknown, not that she would have been returned to them, but such abusers begged to be arrested. The skinny, brown-haired toddler had spent all day at the police station while local news channels called for a foster home.
Steve knew right away that they could offer her the safe home she needed, and once Matt heard, he was totally on board with going a step further and adopting her.
They rushed to the police station and there she was: skinny, dirty, with eyes so wide they looked alien. None of the police officers even knew if she could speak, but she didn’t object when Steve picked her up, so they agreed that the Kinley-Collins home was a good foster home for now.
Timothy hadn’t been all that pleased about her arrival, but she saw his curly hair and her face lit up as she announced, “curly!” Well, that won him over.

From then on she was part of the family. While Steve and Matt had expected a child who had been abandoned in a sewer to be, well...a little messed up, Nara had surprisingly few problems. She was a little uncomfortable with eating at first, and they very quickly learned that they needed a very bright nightlight when they put her to bed, or she would scream until someone turned the light back on. But even that wasn’t terrible; a lot of kids are afraid of the dark. As the years passed, they had some concerns that she wasn’t growing out of the fairy nightlight, but that still wasn’t the worst thing a kid with her past could do, you know?
When Nara was around thirteen, the (not-so)-little problem of her fear of the dark ended up solving itself (sort of).

Nara had a few friends in middle school, and although they weren’t all that close, the looming threat of high school had made them sentimental, so most of the girls in Nara’s grade decided to have a sleepover. Nara’s first sleepover, and she was ecstatic. Well, long story short, she begged to keep the light on in the hallway when everyone was settling down to go to sleep and they all laughed, thinking it was a joke. Maybe she did have a reputation for being a joker, but the panic that set in when the light went off was no joke. She tried to turn on the light or grab her phone to call her parents, but something stopped her: a different kind of fear....the way they would look at her when they realized.....she was still just a baby, still scared of the dark. So she shut her eyes, zipped up her sleeping bag all the way and said nothing, did nothing.
Her fairy nightlight found itself buried in the bottom of the trashcan the next day.
Apparently she had a new, bigger fear now.

Although she knew some of the inescapable stories about her past, Nara never had a reason to complain or pity herself. She and Timothy were actually friends as well as siblings, and she was happy to pretend that she cared just as much about Egypt, and mummies, and the Aztecs as he did. She missed him a lot when he moved across the country to attend the best archaeology college in America. The whole family was proud of him though.
She had never been ambitious or passionate about anything the way Timothy was. Matt said it was okay though, normal, in fact. She told him she might become a mechanic anyway, just in case it made him feel better about her future.

Well, her high school graduation day set her on a different course. It wasn’t even something major, she just tripped walking across the stage. But god, it was so embarrassing, people would....definitely notice the massive black blob she left in her wake.

Her shadow hadn’t followed her.

Matt and Steve knew the rumors, they had heard about the people who were sent away. They took her home, packed her a bag, and begged her to run. She hadn’t known fear like that in a while, but she hated far more the feeling that she would put her family at risk.
Tennessee had lots of forests and she ended up running through a lot of them, before finally, she saw three figures behind her and stopped. A girl gets tired of running sometimes.

 

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tarun sharma.

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—basics
name: tarun sharma.
age: twenty-one.
date of birth: february 20th.
gender: cis male.
sexuality: bisexual.
ethnicity: indian.
nationality: british.
power: tarun is like the male incarnation of medusa, with snakes in his hair and a gaze which turns people to stone.

—appearance
face claim: callum stoddart.
height: 6'3
weight: 170 lbs. slightly underweight and seemingly malnourished.
hair: raven colored curls which, until recently, he would allow to rest freely upon his shoulders. now, however, he keeps his locks cuts relatively short. invisible small snakes hide within the tresses, although - against popular belief - the reptiles do not grow from his head, they simply live amongst his curls. they cannot be gotten rid of, no matter how hard he has tried.
eyes: golden with slit pupils, like the eyes of a snake. not that anyone ever sees these, of course, as he keeps a blindfold over his eyes and wears a dark visor - similar in appearance to the fictional cyclops' visor - over top. this leaves him, obviously handicapped and entirely blind.
distinguishing features: his blindfold and visor, raspy voice, the hissing sound of snakes as he passes by.

—persona
personality: tarun is but a shadow of the boy he once was. he's a reclusive young man constantly on the offensive, angry and cruel, pushing others away to the best of his ability. he keeps quiet and makes no attempt to hide the bother he feels when people try to speak or in any way interact with him. it is his armor, a barrier that he has put in place to protect himself and others. people have managed to break through those walls and find a very fun and warm person hiding underneath, but that has only ever ended in disaster. he has been burned enough and has learned. no one is allowed in.
virtues: witty, honest, genuine, good hearted, loyal, incredibly intelligent, tech savvy.
vices: abrasive, impolite, careless, standoffish, pessimistic, angry, dismissive.
likes: cigarettes, puzzles & riddles, comic books, video games, the internet, cryptids, ghost hunting shows.
dislikes: himself, people trying to get close to him, being touched, salvator, snakes, sports.

—background
tarun was born in bristol, england, five minutes after his twin sister, saffron. it was a joyous occasion and the beginnings of a very pleasant, happy upbringing. tarun was a cheerful, energetic, and extroverted child - the opposite to his shy sister. he loved his parents and sibling dearly and they loved him. there was nothing specifically special about the first seventeen years of his life. he and his sister both were incredibly intelligent, though they excelled in different fields. saffron was incredibly bookish and was a master of the written language. tarun was an expert at all things technological. he could code and even hack by the time he was ten, and was making decent side money with his skills by the time he was fifteen.

there was not much tarun feared in life. the only thing he couldn't stand the thought of losing was his family and, perhaps, his eye sight. there were so many technological advancements he was excited to one day see.

of course, tarun was forced to face both these fears on the morning of his and saffron's seventeenth birthday. after waking, tarun walked into the living room where his parents sat on the couch and drank morning coffee while his sister laid on the floor, enjoying the saturday morning cartoons. the jetsons was playing on their little, old-fashiond television set. tarun remembers the scene vividly. the second tarun's parents turned to look at him, they screamed. they screamed for three seconds as their flesh hardened and turned to stone. saffron jumped up from her spot and looked, frightened, into tarun's eyes, and she, too, began to scream. in ten seconds, there was nothing left of them but stone statues. it was silence but for the jetsons playing in the background.

the next three days have been blocked out from his memory. he cannot recall what happened in between the time he killed his family and when angelus came to his house to retrieve him. they say they found him collapsed on the living room floor, balled up and nearly dead from dehydration. he was a blubbering, crying, nearly insane mess, screaming at the angelus representatives that he hadn't meant to do it and to get the snakes out of his hair.

but, luckily, he doesn't remember any of that.

(nobody is sure when the snakes got in tarun's hair or why they appeared. they're incorporeal, but loud. their hissing can become near deafening when threatened and more than one scientist at angelus has been bitten when their hands got just a touch too close to his scalp. nevertheless, they have never been seen and never been touched. when questioned on whether or not tarun had a fear of snakes or, perhaps, medusa, he responded in the negative.)

angelus was able to help tarun recover substantially from the incident until he was basically back to his old self - only now blind and haunted. it got to the point where tarun was able to open up to people again and, even, met a boy named baptiste. this relationship lasted about a month before tarun's blindfold slipped in a moment of intimacy and the young gentleman was also turned to stone. it was a horrific accident, one of only a few such incidents to have happened on any of the schools grounds. it resulted, however, in another mental break for tarun. after his recovery, it was found that angelus would no longer be a safe or comfortable environment for him, as the other students in school had taken to avoiding him and bullying him out of fear and spite.

tarun, at nineteen, was transferred to salvator academy where he has remained for the past two years. since killing baptiste, tarun has remained permanently within his shell, refusing to form relationships or be friendly to staff members or his fellow students.

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— B A S I C S

[div class=block style="background-color: #82919B;"]name

alaska "allie" maureen brooks
[div class=block style="background-color: #82919B;"]age

eighteen
[div class=block style="background-color: #82919B;"]d. o. b.

october 30th
[div class=block style="background-color: #82919B;"]gender[/div] cisfemale
[div class=block style="background-color: #82919B;"]sexuality[/div] heterosexual biromantic
[div class=block style="background-color: #82919B;"]ethnicity[/div] caucasian
[div class=block style="background-color: #82919B;"]nationality[/div] american
[div class=block style="background-color: #82919B;"]power[/div] despite a traumatic experience of nearly drowning as a child, alaska is now cursed with hydrokinesis, which is the ability to manipulate and control liquids, namely water.

— A P P E A R A N C E

[div class=block style="background-color: #82919B;"]face claim[/div] zara larsson
[div class=block style="background-color: #82919B;"]height[/div] 5 ft. 4 in.
[div class=block style="background-color: #82919B;"]weight[/div] 120 lbs.
[div class=block style="background-color: #82919B;"]hair[/div] short, wavy, and platinum blonde
[div class=block style="background-color: #82919B;"]eyes[/div] a strange mix of green and blue, like the ocean
[div class=block style="background-color: #82919B;"]build[/div] slender
[div class=block style="background-color: #82919B;"]closet[/div] alaska has what one may call, the "baddie" sense of fashion. she wears lots of jewelry, cropped tops, ripped jeans, fishnets, and chunky sneakers. cargo pants aren't completely out of the question either.[/div][/div]

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— P E R S O N A

[div class=block style="background-color: #82919B;"]personality

deep down, alaska is a sensitive and frightened girl, but she's put up a carefully crafted wall of bitterness to disguise anything that might be considered a weakness. from an outsider's perspective, she seems cold and angry, and that's how she likes it. she only lets people see what she wants them to. her natural defense to getting hurt is by hiding behind a mask of anger, and by doing so, she scares off anyone that might try to ask questions. she doesn't like talking about her feelings, and after her brother died, she's been afraid to get close to anyone for fear of losing someone else. she has an excellent poker face when it comes to appearing unbothered by things that cut deep. there's a lot of layers to alaska, and it would be a long, hard process to get to really get to know her. if one were to, somehow, successfully break down all of her walls, they would find a heart of gold beneath her rough, stone-like surface. she cares deeply about others, sometimes too much. she would do anything for those select few that are close to her. it's those people that see her rare smile and the sparkle in her eyes that says "i love you."
[div class=block style="background-color: #82919B;"]virtues

caring, confident (outwardly), honest, loyal, passionate
[div class=block style="background-color: #82919B;"]vices[/div] anger, bluntness, insecurity (inwardly), recklessness, vanity
[div class=block style="background-color: #82919B;"]likes[/div] karaoke nights, movies with happy endings, online shopping, poetry, stargazing
[div class=block style="background-color: #82919B;"]dislikes[/div] horror movies, the ocean (really, anything to do with the beach or water), sleeping in late, sports, thunderstorms

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@allieb: that's cool, but i don't remember asking.

— B A C K G R O U N D

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when alaska was nine years old, her family took a trip to the beach. that afternoon, her parents napped on the warm sand while she and her brother played in the waves, ignoring the flags telling them that the water was unsafe. sure enough, the waves were big - too big for a nine-year-old girl and her twelve-year-old brother. the two of them sank beneath the surface, struggling to remain afloat as they were pulled farther and farther out to sea. allie's brother was stronger and a better swimmer than her, and he did his best to help her as she bobbed about frantically. a large wave crashed over them and they both sank beneath the surface, growing weaker with each effort to swim to shore. in a final attempt to keep his little sister safe, he pushed her to the surface, where their father received her with open arms. just as he did so, another wave came over her brother, and he sank to the ocean floor. he tried to kick off, but the sand beneath his feet gave way. he screamed, but in doing so, his lungs with water, and by the time their father reached him, he had already drowned. this day remains seared into alaska's memory. she feels guilty for being the one that survived. it was her fault that her brother died. he had drowned saving her. not a day passes by that she sees water and isn't heartbroken. she hasn't been back to the beach since, not only because of the painful memories of her brother's death, but because of her crippling fear of drowning. of course, the power she was cursed with, had to be something to do with water. she now has the ability to bend water to her will. had she possessed this power that day at the beach, her brother would still be alive.

when salvator first sent a letter to the brooks household, alaska regarded it as some sort of prank. no one knew of her power, not even her parents, and besides that, a sanctuary for people like her, cursed with abilities they hadn't asked for, seemed a bit farfetched. so, of course, she threw the letter away. they kept coming, however, and eventually, the letters became more frequent, and suddenly it was impossible to ignore them any longer. she started to wonder if a place like this could actually exist, and if it did, would she go? part of her longed to run away, to start over, to have a life away from the house she'd grown up in and the aching memories of her dead brother. she didn't realize just how real of a possibility this was until a representative knocked on her door and personally invited her to salvator. of course, she had no choice but to come clean to her parents about the power she now possessed. after much convincing, they finally agreed that a fresh beginning would be the best for alaska and her future. so, she packed her bags and headed off in the search of a silver lining to all of her troubles.

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