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[Author Rayelynn]

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#848482
"#BC987E"

[PERSONAL INFORMATION]
Username:
Author Rayelynn

Name:
Hunter Maddox
"Max"

Age:
25

Born:
Toronto, Canada

Date of Birth:
23 / June / 1992

Major Class:
Art

Minor Classes:
Robotics
Fitness
Animation
Film, TV, and Media

Extra-Curricular Class:
Cultural Club

Personality/Mannerism:
Hunter exudes confidence, so much so that he can come across as cocky if you don't listen to what he has to say. He isn't cocky, he is actually very humble deep down. He is wise beyond his years and very mature, but he is still mysterious and charming. When he speaks, he speaks his mind and is always direct; he hates tip-toeing around topics. He has a habit of being lost in his own thoughts, and can be mistaken as being aloof and uninterested in what people have to say to him. He is an adrenaline-junkie, a thrill-seeker, and often hurts himself doing things for the thrill. That being said, he would never allow someone to be hurt trying to copy him, so he does his best to keep the thrill seeking in check. He cares deeply about the safety of those around him. He's a natural born leader, and also a natural born rebel. This causes him a lot of grief internally. He's a dreamy bad-boy with a tattoo gun.

Appearance:



[PERSONAL INTERESTS]
Likes:
✔ Tattooing and Tattoos
✔ Comic Books
✔ Hard Music (Industrial, Metal, Grunge, Hard Rock, Thrash, etc)
✔ Storms
✔ Martial Arts
✔ Foreign Movies
✔ Singing (his voice and talent)

Dislikes:
✘ Pop Music
✘ People who dislike engaging in world cultures
✘ Being thought to be a "evil" person because of his tattoos
✘ Being called a nerd because he likes comic books
✘ People asking him to draw him pictures at the drop of a hat
✘ Sweets
✘ Being told to be a musician rather than an artist


[HISTORY]
Ability:
Ink Manipulation
Telekinesis

Dream Career:
Tattoo Artist
Comic Book Artist & Writer
Screen Writer

Background:
Why would someone who wants to be an artist of many levels take robotics as a minor? Because he worked as a mechanic before enrolling into the university, and he enjoys stories that involve science fiction, and having an idea of robotics allows those stories to have more structure. Hunter grew up with only his father, as his mother didn't even want him born. With no maternal figure in his life, he was destined to be an overly-masculine bad boy the girl's flocked over. He ended up being the bad boy, but only on the surface. Underneath, he was a sweet-heart and a total gentleman. His desire for art started in middle school when he was introduced to Stan Lee comics by some of the geeks whose lockers were beside his. He'd fight off the bullies for them in exchange for new comics each week. He found his artistic skills growing as well, and a desire to be a comic book artist and author was born. Creative beyond measure, his powers are the only thing holding him back. When he gets angry, he has the tendency to use his telekinesis to make everything around him float in place, almost like turning off gravity.

 

[Author Rayelynn]

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🅰🅱🅸🅻🅸🆃🅸🅴🆂 Ink Manipulation & Telekinesis
🅼🅰🅹🅾🆁 Art
🅼🅸🅽🅾🆁🆂 Robotics, Screen/Television/Media, Choir, Animation
🅴🆇🆃🆁🅰-🅲🆄🆁🆁🅸🅲🆄🅻🅰🆁 Cultural Club
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#848482 // #BC987E


What began as some high winds and a smattering of rain has built into the worst storm in a generation. The wind doesn't howl, it screams. The rain doesn't fall it is driven, hard, merciless, torrential. The trees do not sway, they creak, bend and moan as their fine limbs are ripped away and their autumnal leaves become not confetti, but ammunition in the gale. ωє нυηкєя ιη нσмєѕ тнαт αяє ησт ¢σzу ρℓα¢єѕ σƒ ѕнєℓтєя αѕ тнєу ωσυℓ∂ σя∂ιηαяιℓу вє ιη α∂νєяѕє ωєαтнєя, вυт αяє νυℓηєяαвℓє αggℓσмєяαтισηѕ σƒ ωσσ∂, мєтαℓ αη∂ ѕтσηє. There is nothing we can do as the violence around us tears apart what has taken decades to build. The old barn is already splinters across the orchard and our fine crop of apples is not only lost, but their bearers are uprooted, leaning, battered beyond their ability to recover. We huddle and pray for a cessation of the brutality. We know better than to challenge God's wisdom but we ask for mercy and the strength to rebuild.

 

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[Author Rayelynn]

Quote:

#9D6B84
"#9F00FF"

[PERSONAL INFORMATION]
Username:
Author Rayelynn

Name:
Nora Santos-Rivero

Age:
22

Born:
Rio de Janeiro, Brazil

Date of Birth:
10 / October / 1995

Major Class:
Social Work

Minor Classes:
Justice
Psychology
Health
Teaching Studies: Portuguese

Extra-Curricular Class:
Cultural Club

Personality/Mannerism:
Many will simply say that Nora is a secluded, introvert who prefers her own company. The sad truth is that she is clinically depressed after a traumatic childhood and her personality is a result of that. She is quiet, distant, lethargic, prone to worrying that she is worthless/unwanted, lacks confidence and self-esteem, is pessimistic, prone to feeling guilty or that things are her fault, and breaks under pressure or in an altercation. She flees from the first signs of trouble and has a hard time letting people in. She doesn't like talking about her past, as it brings up too many memories. She has a rather bleak outlook on her life, but even so, she tries pushing past the depression to make a difference on those who have lived through the same circumstances and require a voice and someone to look up to. Although she is depressed, she tries to be "happy" and "cheerful", but she knows it isn't something she can change with acting.

Appearance:



[PERSONAL INTERESTS]
Likes:
✔ Scented candles
✔ Overcast days
✔ Small crowds
✔ Live music
✔ Surfing

Dislikes:
✘ Bringing up her past
✘ Altercations of any sort
✘ Confined spaces; claustrophobia
✘ Relying on medication to keep suicidal thoughts in check
✘ Alcohol and drugs


[HISTORY]
Ability:
Disintegration

Dream Career:
Youth Worker
Child Protective Services

Background:
Nora was born in a dark alley when her mother was only 14. Her father was never seen or heard from again, and her mother stole food, clothes, money, and other necessary goods to keep Nora safe. When her mother, Destiny, was arrested, Nora was left in the slums of Rio de Janeiro to fend for herself. She had to resort to the same life her mother had; prostitution. She fought and was subjected to abuse, neglect, and torment by the people she called neighbors. She managed to escape after several of the local boys tried burying her alive after her powers manifested and she disintegrated one boy's left hand when he was slapping her around. She fled her country, everything she knew, and made her way (on foot) to Mexico. She managed to get a job as a waitress by the time she was 15 and earned enough money to legally make it to the United States. She was given a United States citizenship when she was 18, although she does one day hope to return to Brazil. Scarred and broken, she managed to earn a scholarship to a University of her choice, and selected Saint Sandorez to try and gain a better lifestyle for herself, so she could help others like her.

 

[Author Rayelynn]

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🅰🅱🅸🅻🅸🆃🅸🅴🆂 Disintigration
🅼🅰🅹🅾🆁 Social Work
🅼🅸🅽🅾🆁🆂 Justice, Psychology, Health, Teaching: Portuguese
🅴🆇🆃🆁🅰-🅲🆄🆁🆁🅸🅲🆄🅻🅰🆁 Cultural Club
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#9D6B84 // #9F00FF


The radio had been announcing the rainstorm of the decade all day, but Emily had been under the bridge since breakfast, hugging her knees. It was boring but infinitely preferable to high school. After a time she startled out of her daydream, it was too dark. If she was late her mother would start asking questions. Aching with cold she rose to standing, hunched like an old woman. With one glance she breathed a sigh of relief, it wasn't late; black cloud rolled like a midnight ocean every direction. The air was so humid she could taste it and already the cars had their headlamps on. ємιℓу ∂υѕтє∂ 域 нєя נєαηѕ αη∂ нιт¢нє∂ нєя вα¢кρα¢к нιgнєя. тнιѕ ¢συℓ∂η'т вє α ℓσηg тєям ρℓαη, ѕнє кηєω тнαт, вυт єνєяу ωнι¢н ωαу ωαѕ ƒєαя: ƒєαя σƒ αηgяу-ƒα¢є∂ тєα¢нєяѕ, кι∂ѕ ωнσ вυℓℓιє∂ αη∂ ραяєηтѕ ωнσ ∂ємαη∂є∂ ησтнιηg ℓєѕѕ тнαη ρєяƒє¢тιση. When the heavens broke she stopped her walking, standing statue-like in the rain. Her long black hair stuck to her face and back, her clothes wet through in seconds.

 

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[Author Rayelynn]

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🅰🅱🅸🅻🅸🆃🅸🅴🆂 Healing & Psychic
🅼🅰🅹🅾🆁 🆃🅰🆄🅶🅷🆃 Social Work
🅼🅸🅽🅾🆁🆂 🆃🅰🆄🅶🅷🆃 Journalism, Psychology, Fashion, & Astronomy
🅴🆇🆃🆁🅰-🅲🆄🆁🆁🅸🅲🆄🅻🅰🆁 🆃🅰🆄🅶🅷🆃 Saint Sandorez Rebels, Cheerleading Coach
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#FF8243 // #FF3333


The radio had been announcing the rainstorm of the decade all day, but Emily had been under the bridge since breakfast, hugging her knees. It was boring but infinitely preferable to high school. After a time she startled out of her daydream, it was too dark. If she was late her mother would start asking questions. Aching with cold she rose to standing, hunched like an old woman. With one glance she breathed a sigh of relief, it wasn't late; black cloud rolled like a midnight ocean every direction. The air was so humid she could taste it and already the cars had their headlamps on. ємιℓу ∂υѕтє∂ 域 нєя נєαηѕ αη∂ нιт¢нє∂ нєя вα¢кρα¢к нιgнєя. тнιѕ ¢συℓ∂η'т вє α ℓσηg тєям ρℓαη, ѕнє кηєω тнαт, вυт єνєяу ωнι¢н ωαу ωαѕ ƒєαя: ƒєαя σƒ αηgяу-ƒα¢є∂ тєα¢нєяѕ, кι∂ѕ ωнσ вυℓℓιє∂ αη∂ ραяєηтѕ ωнσ ∂ємαη∂є∂ ησтнιηg ℓєѕѕ тнαη ρєяƒє¢тιση. When the heavens broke she stopped her walking, standing statue-like in the rain. Her long black hair stuck to her face and back, her clothes wet through in seconds.

 

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[Author Rayelynn]

Quote:

#3EB489
" #006B3C "

[PERSONAL INFORMATION]
Username:
Author Rayelynn

Name:
Meera Rajani

Age:
22

Born:
Chennai, India

Date of Birth:
30 / May / 1995

Major Class:
Drama

Minor Classes:
Fashion
Entertainment
Music (Choir)
Dance


Extra-Curricular Class:
Cheerleading

Personality/Mannerism:
Meera comes across as philosophical, laid-back and resilient. She is a people-person, always wanting to be in a group due to her cultural background (this stems from their being a lack of privacy in India). She is a practicing Hindu, keeping her faith close to heart. Her childhood has not been the best, struggling with poverty and malnutrition, so she wants to make herself known in the world to bring focus to those like her in need. She donates her time, money, and energy into many causes and is heavily into volunteering. She enjoys making large meals and inviting people over, welcoming one and all even if she doesn't know them. Her motto is "there is nothing that a good cup of chai or a meal can't fix". As much as Meera loves and wants to keep her culture as part of her, she knows she has to escape it if she wants to survive in the world. By going to university, she escaped being sold into a life of abuse and negligence. She wants to be an actress to perform in challenging roles and put the audience's eyes on tougher topics going on in other countries.


Appearance:



[PERSONAL INTERESTS]
Likes:
✔ Hinduism
✔ Cooking
✔ Huge parties
✔ Vibrant colors
✔ Dancing to Indian music
✔ Watching Bollywood movies

Dislikes:
✘ Apathetic behavior (bribery, negligence, hypocrisy, etc)
✘ Being told she is only good for having children or being a slave to a man
✘ Animal cruelty
✘ Being told to conform to a sterotypical norm by Indian standards
✘ Sexism, zenophobia, and prejudice
✘ Not having familial support for her dream career


[HISTORY]
Ability:
Empathy
Astral Projection


Dream Career:
Actress
Singer
Dancer

Background:
Growing up in India, there is a cultural stigma she was trapped in. Her father was a doctor, her older brothers working to be engineers. Her older sisters were sold off to be married by the ages of 12 and Meera was always worried about her life. Although she was a practicing Hindu, she struggled with keeping to what her family wanted. She ran away from home at the age of 10, not wanting to be a trophy wife or told who and what she could be. She worked on farms and other various jobs, often in kitchens, until she was 15. She attended night schools through her own money and got herself an education. By the times her powers manifested, she was losing control because of her emotional distress over her life in India. She was offered a scholarship to Saint Sandorez and accepted it, feeling that getting away from everything she'd ever known would be something useful. She is very empathic, she always was even before her power took hold, so she feels acting might be the way to go for her.

 

[Author Rayelynn]

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🅰🅶🅴 22
🅰🅱🅸🅻🅸🆃🅸🅴🆂 Empathy & Astral Projection
🅼🅰🅹🅾🆁 Drama
🅼🅸🅽🅾🆁🆂 Fashion. Entertainment, Choir, Dance
🅴🆇🆃🆁🅰-🅲🆄🆁🆁🅸🅲🆄🅻🅰🆁 Cheerleading
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#3EB489 // #006B3C


The radio had been announcing the rainstorm of the decade all day, but Emily had been under the bridge since breakfast, hugging her knees. It was boring but infinitely preferable to high school. After a time she startled out of her daydream, it was too dark. If she was late her mother would start asking questions. Aching with cold she rose to standing, hunched like an old woman. With one glance she breathed a sigh of relief, it wasn't late; black cloud rolled like a midnight ocean every direction. The air was so humid she could taste it and already the cars had their headlamps on. ємιℓу ∂υѕтє∂ 域 нєя נєαηѕ αη∂ нιт¢нє∂ нєя вα¢кρα¢к нιgнєя. тнιѕ ¢συℓ∂η'т вє α ℓσηg тєям ρℓαη, ѕнє кηєω тнαт, вυт єνєяу ωнι¢н ωαу ωαѕ ƒєαя: ƒєαя σƒ αηgяу-ƒα¢є∂ тєα¢нєяѕ, кι∂ѕ ωнσ вυℓℓιє∂ αη∂ ραяєηтѕ ωнσ ∂ємαη∂є∂ ησтнιηg ℓєѕѕ тнαη ρєяƒє¢тιση. When the heavens broke she stopped her walking, standing statue-like in the rain. Her long black hair stuck to her face and back, her clothes wet through in seconds.

 

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[Author Rayelynn]

Quote:

#A2A2D0
" #12048F "

[PERSONAL INFORMATION]
Username:
Author Rayelynn

Name:
Brycin Chance Tyler
"Bryce"

Age:
24

Born:
San Fransisco, California, USA

Date of Birth:
1 / January / 1994

Major Class:
Forensic Science

Minor Classes:
Justice
Psychology
Photography
Criminology

Extra-Curricular Class:
Cultural Club

Personality/Mannerism:
Many people will tell you that he is happy, out-going, helpful, and has a loud laugh that draws people in. These are not lies, in fact they are a central part of his personality. But, underneath all that lies depression and anxiety that cloud his mind many days. Feelings of worthlessness and being unloved have caused many scars over his body in recent years. He does not cope well with rejection, and so there are times he will hide all emotion or withdraw from something to prevent this pain. However, even in dark times for himself, he will help others. Silence and being withdrawn are two signs of his depression kicking in. He is one intelligent and humorous guy, but he has his violently angry side he keeps subdued when in public.

Appearance:



[PERSONAL INTERESTS]
Likes:
✔ Photography
✔ Ghost stories
✔ Bonfires and camping
✔ Root Beer
✔ Traveling
✔ Learning about new cultures
✔ Speaking Italian

Dislikes:
✘ People touching or looking at his scars
✘ People telling him what he should do for a career
✘ Being pushed aside after doing everything he can
✘ His depression
✘ Not having as much magical skill as his family (he can only use moderate sorcery, never able to master it)


[HISTORY]
Ability:
Mediumship (Speaking to Spirits)
Technopathy (Ability to speak to and control machines)
Limited Sorcery

Dream Career:
Photographic Investigator // Crime Scene Photographer
Paranormal Investigator
Photographer

Background:
His entire family were capable sorcerers, immensely powerful and notorious on the magic community. Bryce is the outcast of the family; limited in his magic yet possessing other skills. He always felt like he didn't belong, watching his sister, Katherine, surpass him in everything. While he had skill and promise, it went unseen. His parents divorced when he was 11, and he moved with his mother from the United States to Italy. Learning the language was difficult, but he managed with a lot of his sorcery skills. Therefore, most of his spells are not on Latin but Italian. His family tried to make him feel more welcome in his older years, after his mother found out about his depression and self-harm scars, but the family relationship is strained to the breaking point. To give himself space and to hone his skills in a healthy environment, Bryce enrolled himself into Saint Sandorez. One thing magic can never heal is his knee injury, caused by Lyme Disease, causing his knee to maltrack and become painful if bend and straightened for too long or too often. He is taking physiotherapy to know how to counter the effects and help others in a similar scenario. Pilates was selected for the same purpose. He doesn't like talking about these injuries, nor his scars.

 

[Author Rayelynn]

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🅰🅱🅸🅻🅸🆃🅸🅴🆂 Mediumship & Limited Sorcery & Technopathy
🅼🅰🅹🅾🆁 Forensic Science
🅼🅸🅽🅾🆁🆂 Photography, Psychology, Counseling, Criminology
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#A2A2D0 // #12048F

The radio had been announcing the rainstorm of the decade all day, but Emily had been under the bridge since breakfast, hugging her knees. It was boring but infinitely preferable to high school. After a time she startled out of her daydream, it was too dark. If she was late her mother would start asking questions. Aching with cold she rose to standing, hunched like an old woman. With one glance she breathed a sigh of relief, it wasn't late; black cloud rolled like a midnight ocean every direction. The air was so humid she could taste it and already the cars had their headlamps on. ємιℓу ∂υѕтє∂ 域 нєя נєαηѕ αη∂ нιт¢нє∂ нєя вα¢кρα¢к нιgнєя. тнιѕ ¢συℓ∂η'т вє α ℓσηg тєям ρℓαη, ѕнє кηєω тнαт, вυт єνєяу ωнι¢н ωαу ωαѕ ƒєαя: ƒєαя σƒ αηgяу-ƒα¢є∂ тєα¢нєяѕ, кι∂ѕ ωнσ вυℓℓιє∂ αη∂ ραяєηтѕ ωнσ ∂ємαη∂є∂ ησтнιηg ℓєѕѕ тнαη ρєяƒє¢тιση. When the heavens broke she stopped her walking, standing statue-like in the rain. Her long black hair stuck to her face and back, her clothes wet through in seconds.

 

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