The voice in my head goes by the name of Pieces of a broken dream
The name given to me is Saint.Claire J. Alexandrova
But you may call me by Saint
Isn't it obvious that I'm a female
I am 21
years old
Even though I really look to be around 19
My designated sin is Pride
I can do something amazing
Merging- Ability to temporarily merge two or more beings into a single being, which results in a completely new and stronger being.
Superhuman Senses- Ability to see, smell, taste, feel and/or hear more than a normal Human.
Animation- Ability to bring inanimate objects to life or to free an individual from petrification.
Telepathy-Ability to read the thoughts of, or to mentally communicate with others.
But this only gets me so far: (weaknesses
at least four)
Loud noises- Noise to loud...it can mess with her head
claustrophobia- Small spaces, she will freak out
Darkness- She will freak out
Heat- Slows her down
I also have many skills: (skills, limit of eight)
Archy - Took it sense she was seven and always come out on top
Fencing - Top of her class
Running - Wanted to get into shape
Milt-Language - She has traveled the world with her family
Joke telling - Just loves to make people smile
skill - N/A
skill - N/A
skill - N/A
People would describe me asA very sweet person, she loves just about about everything. She with give respect to people as long as they give it back to her. She is very careful of who she is around, only because of her powers, we don't need anyone hurt or anything.
There are many things I enjoy Reading music violin people a good look at herself
There are many things I hate Broken things mean people creeps darkness cows
My history is as long as time itselfSaint was a Russian born child, normal house normal family, normal everything until it happened. It all started at school in the eleventh grade, now mind you she wasn't the part of the popular girls group but god knows she got the attention from the guys. She didn't mind but it wasn't really what she wanted, because she knew that the girls would want to fight her for that. So like all teenagers, one of them started a fight with her. on her street.The girl threw the first punch but Saint threw the last. It wasn't a punch it was a body press {she call it}. As the girl neared her face she duck just in time and fell in to a near by girl. She grabbed the arm by accident and closed her eyes as she feel bring the girl down with her. On the ground and with her eyes closed she heard the gasps of other people and kids. She opened her eyes to see that she was in the girls clothing, not only that she was the other girl. Her own pale skin was meshed with a brown skin tone. Looking up to everyone...well everyone who was there, they had looking of fright written on their faces. In panic she stood feeling a sort of heaviness lifted from her. She was now herself but the girl lay in the street passed out.
From that point on she tried to keep contact physical contact with people to a minimal. She never went to a doctor, in the fear that she was be throw in to the crazy house. So with out contact she felt that she was going a little crazy and started to experiment with things then moving on to people. And with that happening she felt that she was strong enough to touch people and with just quick look in the mirror she gave her self a boost of confidence...and boost of well lets call it...Pride!
The song I sing isRed Light District