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 Posted: Fri Jul 10, 2015 3:11 pm
These kids learn how to harness their supernatural abilities with the help of Gifted Academy. What they don't know is that a small 10% of their school's population gets sent to war upon graduation.
Supernatural x Supernatural
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Posted: Fri Jul 10, 2015 8:24 pm
 ↗DAMIAN SAMUEL LANNISTER ↖ ══════════════════════════════ █ INFORMATION █ ↠ full name :: Damian Lannister
↠ age :: eighteen
↠ supernatural ability(s) :: he has superhumanly acute senses that allow him to see, hear and smell much better than the average human being. enhanced strength, agility and durability. regenerative healing factor.══════════════════════════════ █ STATUS █ ↠ alignment :: good
↠ citizenship :: American
↠ orientation :: heterosexual
↠ martial status :: single══════════════════════════════ █ CHARACTERISTICS █ ↠ gender :: male
↠ height :: 6'1"
↠ weight :: 174 lbs
↠ eyes :: blue
↠ hair :: brown
↠ unusual features :: retractable animal-like canine teeth and claws, vertical pupils, and a scar on the left side of his face which extends from his cheekbone to his brow and passes through his eye.══════════════════════════════ ↘USER INFORMATION ↙username :: lets-fondue
face claim :: Diego Barrueco
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Posted: Fri Jul 10, 2015 11:11 pm
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxＶ ａｌａｒｉｅ xxxＤ ｅ'Ｌｕｎｅ ❝ No one can understand me,
quite like myself. ❞
N a m e : Valarie De'Lune
A g e : Nineteen
A b i l i t y : She can materialize clones of herself from thin air. She isn't sure if the ability has a maximum. The clones dissipate after 24 hours of being alive. They obey Valarie like she's their god, but normally she treats them as friends.
A l i g n m e n t : Good
C i t i z e n s h i p : American
O r i e n t a t i o n : Heterosexual
S t a t u s : Single
G e n d e r : Female
H e i g h t : 5'6"
W e i g h t : 130 lbs
E y e s : Hazel
H a i r : Blonde
O t h e r : All around her body are many faded scars she has from her rough childhood, especially along her back. She is also branded with a cross right in the middle of her back.
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Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2015 6:27 pm
  The clock has just struck eleven as the young male calmly slid into his bed so he could finally get some sleep. Usually, he'd stay up much later than that, but he was quite exhausted from the day that he had. As soon as his head hit the pillow he closed his eyes and was out like a light. Immediately happy thoughts and dreams danced around in his head but only for a short period of time. When half past three rolled around in the night the smile on his lips faded and his body began to tense. Quickly he rolled over onto his other side and began mumbling something to himself. It was incoherent and sounded much like a bunch of nonsense to anyone if they had heard him. At that point he began to sweat, heavily, and his breathing excellerated to where he could hardly breathe. Just as he was about to scream his eyes shot open in panic and he jolted up.
Damian's hands fondled the bed, as they did subconsciously every time this happened, in order to remind himself that he was just dreaming moments ago. Calmly he closed his eyes once more and took in a deep breathe to lower his panicked state. When he opened them he shook his head and then got himself out of bed because he knew he wasn't going to be able to fall back asleep. The night terrors happened quite often, probably four out of seven days out of the week, and no matter how hard he tried he could never get himself to drift back off. He knew deep down that it would happen again and so he stopped trying a long time ago. Instead of sleeping, he would find himself doing little things to make the time pass until the sun hit the horizon. As he walked across the width of his room he noticed that the discolourment of his shirt. With out a word he pulled off the shirt that had a pool of sweat around the neckline and tossed it over at his laundry basket.
"You alright, man?" he heard a voice ask. Miles, his roommate and also one of his best friends, who was currently sitting in his bed playing on his laptop with his headphones now hanging around his neck. "I'm good," he mumbled, rummaging through his drawers until he found another light shirt to pull over his head. "Mind if I use that for a second?" Miles didn't hesitate to hand the laptop over. Damian took a seat on the side of the bed and set the machine on his lap, the ire glow of the screen causing his slitted pupils to contract ever so slightly. Opening a new tab, Damian typed into the search bar 'coping with night terrors'. In a fraction of a second the page loaded and he was off to clicking. As he looked, page after page, the boy found himself growing increasingly frustrated. He had tried all of these tactics but nothing worked. Hell, he had even tried speaking to the headmaster along with the several mentors of the school, although their advice did him no justice. The night terrors had only seemed to worsen.
He almost slammed the laptop shut in frustration but he took in a deep breath and just handed it back to Miles. He leaned his elbows against his knees and rubbed his hands over his face, fingers lightly grazing the jagged line that ran from his forehead over his left eye, down his cheek - another displeasing reminder of his past. Without another word, Damian stood up and walked towards the terrace, grabbing his packet of cigarettes along with his phone on his way out. He knew he wouldn't get anymore sleep tonight anyways.
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