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Here's my characters;
(Star is by far the most detailed, but yours doesn't have to be as information-heavy, my others are no-where near that)
Shardan 'Star' Trethowan Name: Shardan Trethowan. Nickname: Star, she prefers this over her actual name. Appearance: With big, vivd green eyes and long, cherry red hair the reaches to the middle of her back, Star stands out in a crowd. Her nose is small without looking too pinchy, her cheeks are rosy and her lips are full. She wears make-up to enhance her features, but not much is needed, she normally wears only foundation, mascara and eyeliner, and a touch of lip-gloss to finish the effect. She takes very good care of herself, her vanity coming in handy when it comes to self-care. At 5ft 6inches, Star is neither tall, nor short. Her body is voluptuous, her curves in all the right places. She isn't the thinnest girl around, but prefers to have a little more meat on her bones. She dresses to accentuate her body and show it off, her usual garb being that of a tight-fitting dresses that hugs her curves, paired with black stockings, and her favourite black knee-high, lace up boots with a fair heel on them that make her appear taller and her legs longer. Fingerless black gloves usually cover her hands, and she often wears a belt around her waist. Star accessorices with silver jewellery, being a bracelet on her right wrist, hoops in her ears and a necklace with a star charm that she never takes off. A tattoo of a star adorns her left wrist, being her namesake. She paints her nails black and when she is in stealth mode, she wears black, tight fitting pants, with a long sleeved tight black top, her boots, gloves, and her mask to protect her identity. A black cap covers her bright red hair, her only distinguishing feature being her green eyes. Star's voice is low, sultry, with hints of an Australian accent. She is well spoken, is well versed in English vocabulary, her only vice being her love of cussing, which she does tend to hold back when around male company. She has a feline grace about her, her movements precise and her reflexes like that of a cat. She uses this to be stealthy when on a mission. When speaking to a man, her voice almost purrs. Visual Gender: Female. Age: Twenty. Sexual Preference: Heterosexual. Race: Human. Ethnicity: Australian. Personality: Star may seem to easy to read, but there are more layers to her inner self then most realize. Not many do not know of her past, so therefore many do not know the true girl. She puts up protective barricades when it comes to her emotions, making her seem almost hard and uncaring at times, but she feels she must to so to protect those around her. They are two personalities within her, the one known simply as Star, the other the true form of Shardan. Star is loud, unabashed, flirty. She seems flighty, and undecided at times. She is determined to get what she wants, and looks down on those who she does not deem worthy of the world. When one first meets Star, if they are female then she seems cold, demanding and vain, however if they are male, she seems funny, smart and proud. If Star deems someone not worth her time, then she will not be cruel to them, in fact, she will simply not bother with them at all. She sees men as tools, weapons, a way of getting what she wants. She likes to be the object of one's affection, she loves the attention that men shower upon her, she strives for it. Little do they know, this is not the true Star. The true Star, Shardan, desperately seeks affection to fill the void she has in her heart, her desperation to just be loved. Living such a hard life changed her, she had to morph into another person to survive, and yet her inner self still lies within, dormant, waiting for someone to unlock it and release it into the world. Shardan has her insecurities, she thinks low of herself, often questioning her existence in the world. She can't see her own beauty, and simply assumes that it is there due to all the male attention she receives. There are traits that her outer and inner self do share, Star is always one for a laugh and likes to genuinely have fun, since during her life it has been hard to come by. Her determination is true, although more severe outwardly. When Star sets her mind on something, the want and need of it drives her to achieve it, and gives her a reason to keep going. Deep down, she desperately hopes to fall in love, true love, and have someone who will let her be herself truly. She is terrified that such a person will never exist, and so she goes around, instead enjoying what affection she can get instead. Class: Regenerator. Powers: Star can spontaneously regenerate any tissue in her body, allowing her to recover from almost any injury within seconds to minutes — though she does need larger, embedded foreign objects (such as a branch or a shard of glass) to be manually removed from her body, or bones pushed back into position for the wounds to heal properly. She feels the pain of injury just as much as anyone else however, but as the wound, fracture or any other kind of injury heals, the pain gradually fades into nothing. The only things that can kill her are swift decapitation and complete incineration, but objects embedded into her heart and brain can technically cease her life, but once the objects are removed she will be revived. Using this ability to her advantage, Star is also trained in the art of shinobi, having become a formidable kunoichi in her teenage years. Although her skills are impressive, she still has a long way to go until she ca complete her training. History Growing up, Shardan had a happy childhood, much like any other. She had parents who loved her, a nice home, good friends. She never dreamed that life could be any different, but at the age of eleven, found out just how different it could be. She was staying at a friend's house when the police came knocking on the door, telling her that her parents had been killed in an unfortunate car crash.
Shardan was then sent to an all-girls home, a temporary settlement while a foster family was found for her. The home was full of girls who had lost their way, and had become victims to all that was bad around them. Being the youngest, Shardan was easy to be influenced, and soon became like the others, running away from the home, staying out nights on the street, becoming a heavy smoker and drinker. She found it as a way to escape her real life, the one that had been turned upside down so violently by the tragic loss of her parents, her home, the life she had once known and loved.
One night, after a fight with another girl, Shardan found herself wandering the streets of the local city. A bottle of vodka in one hand and a cigarette in the other, she flittered through the dodgy back alleys and streets, avoiding the police who would surely drag her back to the hell in which she lived in everyday. But as she wandered through one dark alley, she soon found herself with company, two rather large, bulky men who seemed to be quite interested in the young girl.
Before she could understand the full extent of what was going on around her, one of the men grabbed her from behind, the other pulling at her pants. Terrified, Shardan tried to scream for help, but a hand clasped tightly over her mouth prevented her. Accepting her fate, Shardan closed her eyes and stopped fighting, realizing that soon she could possibly be back with her parents. The pain of a knife sliding into her abdomen broke her from her calm, causing her to struggle once more as the weapon embedded deeper and deeper into her body. Suddenly, the tugging and holding stopped.
Opening her eyes, Shardan looked around to see the two men now dead beside her, their throats slit, a dark figure standing above them, a blade drawn and gliniting in the dull light that filtered through the alley. Shardan went to scream once more as she fell to her knees, but no sound came out. The dark figure leaned over her, pulling the knife from her back and commenting on the fact that she had given up so easily. The young girl felt the blood no longer seeping through her clothes, and was surprised when the pain disappeared and she was seemingly fine. Reaching a hand out to the poor frightened girl, the mysterious man told her of her gift, and offered to teach her how to fight back. Shaken from her experience, Shardan was cautious and somewhat overwhelmed at the time, but figuring she needed some sort of goal in her life to set her back on the right path, she accepted.
The man's name was Felix, and was determined to teach Shardan the ways of the ninja. An self-accomplished ninja himself, Felix had been looking for a student, someone who he knew he could could make a good impact on. Immediately he banned Shardan from her bad habits of smoking and drinking, appalled to learn that the girl was only thirteen. But her willingness to learn and change her ways pleased Felix, and soon they began to train.
Shardan was a fast learner, and progressed quickly, much to her sensei's delight. She regained her old self, and finally had something good in her life to focus upon. She quickly gained skill with the katana, and was stealthier than even Felix himself, though he would never tell her, his pride coming in to play. Amazed at his pupil, Felix gave Shardan a tattoo of a star on her left wrist, as that was what he affectionately nick-named her as. Shardan would gaze at her wrist fondly, knowing that no matter what happened, she would always have a part of her sensei with her. Felix had become her world, and she thought of him like family, that he would always be there for her.
However, fate would not have it as so. Two days before Shardan would earn her title as a full-fledged ninja, Felix was found murdered in his house, in a seemingly professional job. Shardan was distraught at losing her sensei, and vowed that she would never utilise her skills again. She stored away her weapons, scrolls and books, never wanting to see them every again.
Soon, a foster family was found for Shardan. At 15, it had been tough for her to find a placement, and while things started off well, she soon learned the true colours of her carers. The father was lovely, but the mother was awful, and seemingly hated Shardan for no apparent reason. Soon, she became almost like a slave, doing all housework, cooking the dinners and running errands for the mother whenever she demanded so. Realizing that life just wasn't ever going to be the same, Shardan shelled herself off from the world, her true self locked away, seemingly never to be seen again.
At seventeen, Shardan escaped her foster home, having enough of the way she had been treated. She ran off to the city, becoming anonymous and living out on the streets. While she did not return to her ninja ways, she still was able to take care of herself, and fend off anyone who tried to cause her harm. One night she found herself in the back alley where she had met Felix, a place she had avoided for weeks. Before she could help herself, tears began to flow down her cheeks, and vulnerability showing, it attracted a rather large thug.
He began to approach her, when a man grabbed Shardan and pulled her away, taking her to safety. He introduced himself as Russell, and was a handsome young man, not much older than Shardan. His charms won Shardan over, and he brought her back to his house, insisting that she stay with him. Unable to refuse, Shardan called his place home, and began to fall in love with Marcus. He was sweet, caring, and seemed to adore her, and Shardan felt that once again, life was good.
Then things began to turn sour. Russell's demeanour began to change, and he demanded that Shardan give him what he really wanted – sex. Shardan was a virgin, and was waiting for the right time and place, and had been considering giving herself to the man she loved, but not once it was demanded of her. Shocked and confused, she refused him, earning herself a punch to the face. Shardan knew she could easily take him on, but her love for him clouded her judgement, and so she simply stayed quiet.
When her bruised face quickly cleared, Russell was intrigued. He asked Shardan to explain it, and she unwillingly told him of her abilities. Little did she know, he used her rapid healing to his advantage.
Over the weeks, Russell's temperament became worse towards Shardan. She became almost like a slave, much like her foster home. The Russell she knew was fading, yet her love remained, and so she stayed. Even when he brought another girl home, she adhered to his every whim. Somewhere in her mind, she believed that the Russell she loved would return, and things would go back to normal, and she would be able to be happy once more.
But one night, Russell went too far. After beating Shardan for not making the right meal he had ordered, he went and beat the new girl that had begun to stay with him, and Shardan realised that is was simply a cycle that would seemingly never be broken. The other girl could not heal like she did, she would feel the pain for days to come. The anger and hurt that she had kept bottled in for so long came rising to the surface, and Shardan was determined to make him pay for his actions. Looking at the star tattoo on her wrist, she decided to break the vow she had made years earlier.
The following night, Russell lay sleeping in bed, unknowing of the shadowy presence that loomed before him. A noise suddenly woke him up, and he realized he was not alone. He did not know who the stranger was, only that they held a katana to his neck. While no ninja himself, RUssell was able to handle himself in a fight, and the two battled, the identity of the other figure unknown before Russell was struck down, a slash to his legs making him fall to the floor. The last thing he saw was a pair of brilliant green eyes looking down at him before his neck was slit.
That night, Shardan become a new person. She now went by the nickname of 'Star', embracing her ninja persona and keeping Shardan under lock and key. She picked herself up and took over Russell's home, and refused to ever be seen as weak or pathetic again. She vowed to never fall for a man, or fall victim to anyone like she had in the past. Other Interests: She has a love for many types of different food, due to a honed palate. She also likes to read, but mostly fictions rather than big fat books filled with boring facts. Fashion is also important to Star, dressing up always lifts her mood and she finds it's something that helps her bond with others. Extra: As my own character, I know everything there is to know. I Would Like To See: Star overcoming her distrust of men, and allowing herself to fall for someone and open up to them, completely and utterly.
Hana Kezanoiam Name: Snezhana Kezanoiam. Nickname: Hana. She never uses her full name. Appearance: Rather tall at 5'10", Hana is very slender with narrow shoulders and hips and long limbs. Her bosom is neither big nor small, but just right for her body shape. Her hands are delicate, her fingers thin. Hana's naturally wavy hair reaches down to her chest, and is snow-white in colour, despite once being a dark blonde. Her grey eyes are wide and framed with long, thick dark lashes. Pink lips that always seem to form the perfect pout contrast with her almost transculent skin, which is paler than most. She only ever wears white clothing, usually with lace details. Her preferred outfits consists of long-sleeved dresses with a v-shaped neckline that reaches her cleavage, the dress flowing down to her ankles. On her feet are wool-lined white boots. Visual Gender: Female. Age: Eighteen. Sexual Preference: Heterosexual. Race: Human. Ethnicity: Russian. Personality: Hana is, by all means, an ice-queen. This doesn't mean she's unfriendly, she just finds it hard to make friends. She shies away from big groups of people, usually happier in her own company. She never smiles unless she feels incredibly happy. However she is kind, and shows this through little gestures that unfortunately usually go unnoticed by others. Hana is incredibly quiet. She never likes to speak, instead she sits back and observes others. Her chosen form of communication is through actions, and most think of her to be a mute. She will never strike up a conversation, the only time she will say anything is in an emergency where she needs to alert others, or when her opinion is not taken into consideration, she will repeat it vocally, which will get their attention. Class: Ice Mage. Powers: Hana can control and create ice from any form of moisture, whether it be a lake nearby, dew on plants, even the enemie's sweat. She can freeze any body of water, cover someone with liquid and trap them in ice, create weapons from ice and can shoot icy darts at her opponent. Winter is by far the best time for her to fight, as she can use the snow to her advantage in battle. She can also cover herself in a thin-layer of ice, almost like a second skin that reduces damage by the other opponent and gives her a strength advantage in hand-to-hand combat. History: Although she was a single child to her parents, Hana's childhood was fairly simple. She was not spoiled, her parents were not overbearing, neither were they ignorant of their daughter. Their house was a log cabin near a large lake, miles from the nearest town, so Hana did not have much social interaction, her only friends the children of her parent's friends, but even then, the other children found her to be peculiar. She did not want to climb trees and run around like usual children her age, she preferred to paint or read a book. Then when Hana was ten, she had a traumatic accident. Whilst out with her father in Winter, the two decided to do some ice-fishing as the nearby lake had frozen over. However, Hana stepped on a crack in the ice and fell in to the freezing waters, getting trapped under the sheet of ice that covered the lake, unable to get back to where she had fallen in. Her father dived in after her and brought her back to the surface, but she had turned an unnatural shade of blue and was not moving. Luckily, her father managed to get her back home, warmed her up and performed CPR, which brought Hana back to the land of the living. Although she recovered remarkably well with no sign of permanent damage, her blonde hair began to lose it's colour and turned white. This was not the only change - Hana found that she could turn water into ice, after picking up a mug of tea to find that she had somehow frozen the hot beverage entirely. Since then, Hana has been working on controlling these abilities of hers, and recently enrolled in a school that will aid her in her training, and help her become even more skilled with her icy talents. Other Interests: Hana loves to paint, and is incredibly gifted at it. She prefers to paint lanscapes and objects rather than people, although she will paint those who are close to her (so far she has only painted her mother and father). Extra: When she does speak, her voice is heavily accented but soft and sweet. I Would Like To See: Hana overcoming her shyness and warming to people, making friends and gradually coming out of her icy shell.
Delilah Larkspur Name: Delilah Larkspur. Nickname: None that she's particularly fond of, although 'hippie' seems to be the most common. Appearance: Delilah is very much a pretty girl, although she isn't bothered too much about her appearance. Her long honey-coloured hair reaches down to her hips, and is usually left loose unless she decides to weave intricate plaits throughout it, or just one that rests over her shoulder. Her hair frames a sweet face with warm chocolate-coloured eyes, a small button nose with a light dusting of freckles across it and perfect pink lips. She has never worn make-up, and has never seen any reason to. The only alteration she will make is natural additions to her hair, she often likes to wear a halo of wreaths around the crown of her head, or intertwines flowers into plaits. Standing at 5'4", Delilah is shorter than she wishes to be, but still finds herself content with her height. Her body is very much in proportion, although her long slender limbs are almost like that of a model's. She is of a slender built, with small shoulders yet wider hips and an ample bosom. Her usual attire consists of long, loose singlet tops with tighter crop-tops underneath and paired with long, flowy skirts, or dresses that range from mid-thigh to down to her ankles. She pairs her outfits with a long necklace around her neck, consisting of a nature-like charm. All her clothes are loose and flowing. She never, ever wears shoes. Visual Gender: Female. Age: Eighteen. Sexual Preference: Pansexual. Race: Human. Ethnicity: Nomad (a little bit of everything). Personality: Delilah is, in every sense of the word, a hippie. She breezes through life and always looks on the brighter side of life. She very rarely loses her temper, and not much gets her down. She is an airy girl, always with a content smile on her lips and never a negative word to say about anyone. But don't let this fool you, Delilah will stand up for herself and her beliefs if needed, as she feels passionate about certain subjects and will not falter to let them be known. However, her compassion can sometimes have negative effects. She can be known for daydreaming, often zoning out randomly into her own little world. Delilah doesn't do this to be rude, she just finds her imagination insatiable. She may seem like an air-head but Delilah is quite intelligent, she simply doesn't make it a fact that is easily known. It's hard not to like her, she always has something positive to say and is often a breath of fresh air to others. She also likes to used dated slang, a habit picked up from her parents, who never really let go of the seventies. Class: Naturalist. Powers: Delilah can converse, manipulate and control nature. She can talk to plants, trees, and even make them do her bidding, to an extent. If she wishes for a tree to bear fruit, she can make it so. She can call on nature to aid her in battle, and has even been able to make a sapling grow into an adult tree before her very eyes. This has been so far the biggest breakthrough of her powers, as she does not have full control over them. She has tried to lift roots from the ground, along with vines and work them to her will, in hopes that in battle she will be able to manipulate them and use them to capture and bind her opponents as well as use them for self defence, but so far has only been able to make them lift off the ground a metre or so. However, she does not like to fight unless she is required to, whether it be training, for a mission or self-defence. History: Delilah has no tragic backstory, no life-changing event. She was the simple daughter of two adoring parents, and therefore grew up in a loving environment. Of course, she never realized that her family unit was slightly unorthodox, as her parents decided they wanted to live in forests and not in a house. Delilah was taught of the importance and beauty of nature, and grew up surrounded by it. Her parents were similar to that of nomads, often roaming around the world, living in different woods, forests and reserves here and there. Delilah had a happy childhood, the only thing that she found missing was a sibling, or a friend her own age, as all her social interaction in her young life had been with her parents. As Delilah aged into her teens, her parents decided that perhaps it was time to settle somewhere that was well-populated, hat way Delilah could make friends. She did not go to the school there, her parents knowing about the culture clash with their radical daughter and children of the twenty-first century, with their technology and gadgets. Instead she was home-schooled during the day, and allowed to roam free in the afternoon, hanging around the parks in the town in which they had settled, allowing Delilah to mingle and meet others her own age. It was from a young age too that Delilah realized her connection with nature, as she had spent so much time surrounded by it. She learned that she was able to communicate with the plants around her, and that they would communicate back, in their own language that only she could understand. Over time, this interaction grew to the point that she found she could manipulate and even control nature, although never in a negative way despite how it sounded. She shared this eventually with her parents, even giving them a demonstration. To say they were proud would be an understatement. They encouraged Delilah's 'gift', and enrolled her into a school where she would be able to hone her talents properly in the hope that she could use them to do some good in the world. Other Interests: Delilah is a strict vegan, and will not touch anything that contains meat products. Her favourite thing to drink is green tea, and she consumes it on a daily basis, usually with every meal. She is an avid tree-climber, and will always prefer to be outdoors as opposed to indoors. She also does not understand most technology and how it works, and tends to avoid it. Extra: When she talks, there is no certain way of being able to determine her accent. It's a little bit British, a little bit American, with even some Irish and Scottish twang there on certain words. Despite this, she is understandable. I Would Like To See: Delilah finally meeting the real world, to not have such a lax view on everything.
Cody Southwell Name: Cody Southwell. Nickname: Has none. Appearance: Standing at 5'7", Cody is content with his height for his age, although he hopes that as he gets older, he will get taller. He is of a slender build yet has muscle definition. He doesn't want to be incredibly bulky. His shoulders are quite broad and he has amazing posture. Cody's light brown hair is incredibly messy and frames his face with shaggy bangs. His eyes are almost a golden-brown, like a honey colour. He has strong brows and a perfectly average nose, and his face is always lit up with a smile that definitely reaches his eyes. His skin is lightly tanned despite the many hours he spends outside, he never seems to get much darker. His usual attire consists of collared shirts matched with a loose tie (which he thinks makes him look rather smart, yet cool at the same time), a jacket with long sleeves with he rolls up past his elbows, and jeans of either dark blue or black. On his feets are varying Converse sneakers, the colour determined by his shirt and/or jacket. Visual Gender: Male. Age: Seventeen. Sexual Preference: Heterosexual. Race: Human. Ethnicity: American. Personality: Cody is a cheeky, outgoing, boisterous teenager. He seems to radiate friendliness, and finds it difficult to not make friends with someone. He's always wearing a smile and it is very rare that anything gets him down. He was a vibrant personality and is very excitable, tending to bounce around with endless amounts of energy. When he's happy or pleased about something, he will certainly make it known. Anything woeful or sad, he usually tends to keep deep down within himself, locking it away. He's always up for anything, and loves to have new experiences. He looks at the world with wide, curious eyes, and wants to try anything and everything. He likes to be active. He hates the word 'no' and will never refuse an oppurtunity to learn something new, or try something different. He's also a dedicated and loyal friend to those he meets, and will stop at nothing to try and befriend them. However, despite his exuberance, when Cody needs to settle down and focus on a task, he will with no problems. He knows when he needs to be serious, and will never go against the rules. Class: Telepathic. Powers: Cody has the power to read people's minds and know their thoughts and feelings. He must be near the person he is trying to read for his power to work. Currently, he finds that it is difficult to use this power with any sort of distance between people. He tends to get overwhelmed when around others and tends to have constant headaches as he will catch bits and pieces of what people are thinking, especially if the people are thinking strongly. This is something he wishes to work on, as he likes being around large groups of people. At the moment he can only know what the person is presently thinking, but with training he believes he can be skilled enough with this power to dig deeper and find things buried within a person's mind. History: Cody had a fairly normal childhood. The youngest amongst five siblings (two older sisters and two older brothers), Cody was heavily doted on his youth, but it never went to his head. His parents were not rich, but middle-class, the house they lived in was just right for the large family. Since he was small Cody loved to be outdoors and proved to be quite athletic, swimming at the beach in summer and ice-skating across the local frozen-over lake in winter. When Cody was younger he realized he could hear voices that no-one else seemed to hear. At first his parents were worried he was skitzophrenic, but after three doctor's visits, they realized it was a different thing altogether - the voices Cody could hear were not imaginary, but other people's thoughts. At first, his abilities were faint, and he couldn't hear thoughts unless he was standing quite close to the person or touching them. Over time his powers grew, the distance he could hear people became longer, although the voices grew louder and he found it hard to turn his ability on and off at will. It eventually became so bad that he couldn't go to school anymore due to the large crowds of people. Being overwhelmed with the thoughts of so many, Cody would frequently experience severe headaches and would often faint. Worried about his education, Cody's parents looked up other options, and found a school where Cody would be able to learn to control his abilities, and expand his skills. Other Interests: Cody loves to organise gatherings at every possible oppurtunity. He also loves going to the beach when he gets a chance, especially with a large group of friends. He's a fantastic swimmer and a junior lifeguard at his local beach back home. Extra: Loves to sing, and has a rather impressive voice, I Would Like To See: Cody overcoming his difficulties with his abilities, becoming more mature and less child-like.
Tyler Collins Name: Tyler Collins. Nickname: Has none. Appearance: Tyler is quite a tall boy at 6'3". He is slender, almost to the point of scrawny, his long limbs very thin with barely any muscle. He also tends to slouch when he stands and walk due to his height. Tyler's naturally dark hair is almost black, and is messy and unkempt. His fringe covers his steel-grey eyes, which always have a sorrowful look and have dark circles around them from lack of sleep. His nose is smaller than he'd like, his lips always turned in a frown. His skin is pale as he hates being outside. His usual attire consists of black and grey clothing, his favourite outfit being a grey t-shirt with short sleeves over a black top with long sleeves, a black hooded jacket with two grey sripes down the sides of his arms, black jeans with a chain looped around his belt on the left side, and black combat boots. Visual Gender: Male. Age: Nineteen. Sexual Preference: Heterosexual. Race: Human. Ethnicity: English. Personality: Tyler has a lot of rage within himself, that comes out when he's overwhelmed, upset, stressed or just plain annoyed. He doesn't like to be around big groups of people, and finds it hard to get along with others. Most find him incredibly depressing to be around, as his sadness easily affects them. He doesn't let anyone get close, even though few have tried. He prefers to simply be left alone. He hates authority, with a passion, and will fight it with every oppurtunity he has. Rules have no effect on him, as he does not care for them. His attitude is that since he has lost everything precious to him, he has nothing else to really lose, and therefore, he just doesn't care. His outbursts can cause him to be volotile and even violent at times, although he actually dislikes hurting others, contrary to popular belief, and will only resort to such a thing when he feels he has no choice. Class: Precognitive. Powers: Tyler has the ability to see the future, his vision called premonitions. Sometimes Tyler's premonitions can be triggered, but most of the time they cannot. They either reveal themselves while Tyler is sleeping (which in itself is a rare occurance due to his severe insomnia) or at moments when he is extremely relaxed, or extremely stressed. Tyler wants to learn to control his power so he can use it when he needs it instead of just waiting for a vision to come to him. History: Tyler's life wasn't always so dark and depressing. When he was younger, he was actually a happy and bright child with a doting mother, his father having left when Tyler was only two. Tyler never felt like he lacked a parent, he never had a wish for his father to return, as his mother was all he needed, she loved him enough for two parents. One night when he was six, Tyler had a dream, the most vivid he had ever experienced, of a car crash on the street next to the one they lived on. He told his mother, who was worried but simply assumed it was simply just a dream. The next day, there was a car crash in that street, just like Tyler had dreamed. At first Tyler and his mother assumed it was just a coincidence, until Tyler had more dreams that ended up becoming reality. It was then that they realized it was not just coincidence, but that Tyler had a gift. Then when Tyler was eleven, the worst happened - Tyler's mother was killed in a car accident. Having lost his only family member, Tyler was devestated, but also furious with himself that he hadn't had a premonition of the accident. This began to take it's toll on Tyler as he was taken to the local orphanage, he spent most of his time by himself, cursing himself over and over that he could have saved his mother if only he'd had proper control of his abilities. He found it hard to sleep since that, extreme insomnia becoming a regular occurance. The guilt consumed him, and turned him into the boy he is today, full of anguish and rage of his regrets of the past. When he turned eighteen he moved out of the orphanage, but had no place to go. He found it hard to get a job, as people never wanted to hire him because of his demeanor. So he spent years on the streets, stealing money and breaking into homes to get by. He had a few brushes with the law and a small stint in jail, until he was told of a place for people with abilities. There he would be able to hone his skills, and prevent further tragedies from happening. Other Interests: He also loves to write, and carries a black notebook around at all times which he writes various poems and stories in. These have never been shown to anyone however. He's also incredibly smart, but never puts in the effort to show this to his teachers, as he dislikes them as they are a person of authority in his eyes. Extra: Tyler is a heavy smoker, a habit he picked up in his younger years as a way of coping with his mother's death. Because of this, when he talks, his voice is incredibly husky. I Would Like To See: Tyler finally coming to terms with his mother's death and that it wasn't his fault, allowing others to become close to him and break down the barricade that he's built around himself for so long.
Avalynn Dante Name: Avalynn Dante. Nickname: Known more commonly as Ava, detests the shortening of her name to 'Lynn'. Appearance: Avalynn stands at 5’8”, a height she finds herself proud of. She is of a slim build, her limbs slender and long. Her warm orange hair is in waves that cascade past her shoulders, shorter at the front, longer at the back, reaching to just above her backside. Her features are delicate, her eyes big and knowing, warm chocolate brown in colour. There is a light dusting of freckles across her nose and cheeks. She is seen usually wearing a loose-fitting satin dresses of pastel colours (especially lilac), with long sleeves and a long flowing skirt that covers her feet, which she prefers to keep bare. The front of the dress is cut into a V-shape, emphasising her bust. She often matches her dresses with a golden belt that sits low on her lips, and a gold necklace with two golden rings laced through it, one thick and big, the other small and thin. Visual Gender: Female. Age: Twenty-eight. Sexual Preference: Heterosexual. Race: Half-Fae. Ethnicity: English. Personality: Avalynn isn’t exactly what you would call extra-ordinary. She isn’t the strongest fighter, or the sexiest woman, but her charming personality is what draws others to her. Avalynn is an earthy woman, laid-back and always smiling. She tends to see the positives in everything, even when it seems there are none. She has a calm demeanour, and very rarely raises her voice. When she speaks, her words are gentle, and almost in a hushed tone, but she does not need to yell to be heard. Inquisitive and always excited to learn new things, Avalynn sometimes can be found surrounded by books, but she prefers to be surrounded by people, and learn through then. She believes that there are some things that cannot be taught from words on a page, but through a person’s eyes. She is a highly social creature, and loves nothing more than engaging in a conversation with someone else. Being half-Fae, Avalynn also loves to surround herself with nature, and almost gets lost within it. Some people would describe her as odd or strange, she almost appears to dance instead of simply walk, and sometimes her curious brown eyes will almost glaze over, a sign that she’s off somewhere else. But she’s never rude, and will only be in such a state when she’s not talking to anyone. However, not all is as it seems. Behind the cheerful smile are demons from her past, ones she has never been able to fully deal with. She hides her true emotions at all times, the master of disguise. No-one knows that she cries herself to sleep, or that on one particular day every year, she travels to her hometown to visit the graveyard. Class: Healer. Powers: Avalynn has the ability to heal others, from small cuts and scrapes to broken bones and gaping wounds. She also has the ability to self-regenerate (but only minor injuries). She can also control bloodflow and break bones when needed, skills she has found to be useful when faced with battle. She can be within ten feet of an enemy, and be able to ‘mess’ with their body as she sees fit. History: Avalynn was raised in the mortal realm by her human father, her Fae mother spending time between the mortal realm and her own. As Avalynn was half mortal, she was prohibited to live in the Fae realm, only allowed occasional visits to see her mother twice every mortal year. As time passed on however, Avalynn and her father grew closer together, the bond between father and daughter unable to be penetrated. Avalynn loved her mother too of course, but as the years past, Avalynn felt more withdrawn from her, almost as if her mother was a stranger in a fantasy world. Growing up, Avalynn was a bright and clever child, always curious and asking questions. Her thirst for knowledge and answers aided her in school, she was always at the top of all her classes, and despite this, she always had a rather large group of friends. Being a social butterfly, she was friendly with everyone, and only had seldom few close, best friends. But this never bothered her, she preferred to be around larger groups of people than just one or two. After graduating school, Avalynn met the love her life. Markus was funny, smart, with his dirty blonde hair and laughing green eyes, and Avalynn couldn’t imagine anyone more perfect to spend the rest of her life with. After only six months of dating, Markus asked her to be his bride. Of course she accepted, and another month passed and they were wed. It was shortly after this that Avalynn discovered that she was pregnant, much to her and Markus’ delight. But their delight was short lived. Out in the streets one night, after a dinner date, Markus and Avalynn were attacked in the street. Before they were even given a chance to run to safety, the attackers sprung at Markus, slitting his throat so viciously that he was practically decapitated. They then proceeded to stab Avalynn in the stomach with the same knife before fleeing the scene. Distraught, Avalynn tried her best to heal Markus, but it was useless. Decapitation was the only injury she could not fix or reverse. So caught up with trying to save her husband, she did not heal her stomach. She lost her unborn child later that night. Now, years on, she has moved past these events, feeling stronger for going through them. It has given her emotional strength and determination to save those when needed. While not physically as strong as others, and not well-versed with a weapon, Avalynn has found that her healing abilities can aid her in battle. All she hopes for is to save those she cares about, help in the fight against evil and maybe even one day find someone and settle down again. Other Interests: Avalynn finds her interests dwelling in history and the human body, she is always fascinated by new diseases and interesting injuries that arise. Outside of her powers/profession, she has a great love for music and movies, and enjoys a good drink of red wine when she can find it. Extra: Teaches Health and Anatomy. I Would Like To See: Ava moving on from her deceased husband and allowing herself to fall in love and be happy again, to stop punishing herself over something she couldn't control.
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