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PostPosted: Fri Jun 06, 2008 10:25 pm


((Hey peoples!
Let's see.........I see a couple a familiar faces...yeah, I'm tying this really late, therefore my thoughts are scattered. xd

But yeah, looking foward to RPing with you all. smile ))
PostPosted: Fri Jun 06, 2008 10:44 pm


Name: Alice Danvers (BellaTheDevious)

Age: 17

Personality: Alice is headstrong and sometimes a little too cheeky with
authoritarian figures. She has a quick wit and a sharp mind, and isn’t afraid to voice her opinions. Which can often leads to solitary confinement at the academy. Alice has grown quite protective of Dawn, and feels it’s her responsibility to keep Dawn from hurting herself or others, even if it means using her powers to restrain her. Alice has a strong curiosity, which can often lead to trouble, especially since she is not one to back down from a fight.
Appearance: Alice is small, standing only at a height of 5’4. She is petite
but holds a subtle natural beauty. Her eyes are a deep emerald, and her
skin is a fair shade. Her hair is naturally auburn, but she dyes it a dark blood red. But despite her subtle attraction, a long thin scar runs along her back, and small ones ringing around her wrists. (Possibly from ropes or wire)

History: Alice’s father bailed when Alice was only 6, leaving her with her crack addicted mother. Her mother, with her increasing crack addiction was often out until late in the night, and sometimes brought home strange men who would sometimes sneak into Alice’s room late at night. When Alice was 13 her mom’s latest boyfriend started to beat her, and her mother. Alice tried many times to run away, but was always dragged back home my her mother’s drunken boyfriend Rick. Finally, when Alice was 14 she’d had enough. One day while Rick was boozing it up, he told her to go get him another beer, so she went and got a beer can, emptied it half way and filled it with bleach, and killed him. It was then she was finally free to leave for good. From there she spent a year on the streets, wandering from town to town, living off of the little bit of money she took before she left. Where she met Dr. Gerard, who promised her a new home, but instead she got more than she bargained for…
Extra: Despite Alice’s past, she tries to keep a slightly optimistic look on things; after all…things could be far worse. Or so she thinks.

Powers: Alice has advanced telekinesis (due to her being there so long). She can lift multiple heavy objects with her mind, and can even stop a person’s heart by focusing on it. But in order to keep Alice in line, the Dr. will sometimes inject her with a serum that dilutes the part of her brain that controls her telekinesis. (The serum can last for days, keeping her from using the more powerful aspects of her “gift”)


Name: Jack Hallows (EndOfDawn)

Age: 17

Personality: Jack isn’t often someone’s favorite person. He tends to be sarcastic and blunt, especially to strangers, which doesn’t give him prime opportunities to make friends. When he does happen to make a friend, however, he is loyal and kind, if not still a bit sarcastic and aggravating at times. Jack isn’t shy, but he struggles to find the right words in a conversation. He spaces-out easily but enjoys it, preferring to ponder over random things like the color of the sky or the humors and inappropriate shape of a certain cloud then actually pay attention to people trying to talk to him.
Jack becomes a darker person when he doesn’t get what he wants. He has always been headstrong, and holding his tongue was never a strong point of his. He is easily tempted and lives for the moment.

Appearance: User Image Jack’s eyes are a dark emerald and his skin is quite pale. It isn’t his fault, the sun just hates him. He is tall, standing at 6’1, and has compact muscles. He has large, rough hands that he finds awkward, and he doesn’t much like his long legs either.

History: Jack didn’t like his parents very much, but not much less then any other rebellious kid. His life was pretty easy up until his second year of high school. Before he had only gotten busted for stealing a few times or breaking something and all were minor offences. But now Jack was getting into hard drugs and alcohol. He didn’t stop even after being arrested once and sent to rehab. After suffering through withdrawals, Jack ran away and stayed with some “friends.” After only a few days his parents found him and told him they had finally had it. Jack was whisked away to the beautiful White Ridge Academy for a brighter future.

Powers: Jack can inflict, and sense emotions; from turning a calm crowd into a riot, to inflicting desire upon people. In the beginning he can only sense emotions. He also has heightened strength, that similar to Damien.

Name: Dawn Avens (EndOfDawn)

Age: 17

Personality: Dawn is soft spoken and withdrawn. She is never the center of attention, choosing instead to observe activities from afar when she finds the time. She is very obedient and loyal to her father, not fully understanding what he does or why it is wrong. She never questions him, but mistrusts others. The arrival of the new students both intrigues and frightens Dawn because the only other person her age she has ever conversed with is Alice. Dawn acts as Alice’s shadow, following her everywhere with only little comments.
Despite her usual innocence and kindness, Dawn has a short temper and almost no control over her emotions, which unleashes her awful power…

Appearance: User Image
(Dawn is an average height of 5’7)
History: Dawn is the Doctor’s only child and family. Her mother died giving birth. Dawn never went to school, instead being tutored in various subjects by ever-changing teachers, never getting the chance to bond with anyone other then her father. As a result, Dawn grew very dependent on his companionship and acceptance. She never thought to question his motives when he started experimenting on her when she was seven. She was her father’s first human subject, and the only one of her kind to live for some time. That was until 2 years before our story begins. Alice came to them, though Dawn doesn’t know why or how. The kind Alice readily accepted the unstable Dawn and the two quickly became friends.
Through all of this time Dawn has gained very little control over her powers.

Powers: Dawn has advanced “focused” telekinesis, where her telekinesis is focused into almost and invisible sword. Unlike Alice’s telekinesis, Dawn’s is able to cut through people, and can sometimes even take control of it’s self as a defense mechanism. (Almost like a sub conscious thing). But she too is injected with a serum to help control the brunt of her powers.


Name: Brynn Syvra Socratella (My Pearl Angel)

Age: 17

Personality: she doesn't deign to talk to people she thinks are stupid or inferior, so lots of people think she just doesn't talk at all. She has no problems dressing the way she does, although people look at her weird for it. Her natural eye color is blue-gray, which startles some people because of the amount of black she wears. She hates all girly-girl types except for one girl, who is her absolute best friend. She hates the way she looks because her parents kept telling her she was fat or disproportionate and kept asking her if she wanted plastic surgery to fix one thing or another, so she has a very low self esteem. Also, she’s afraid of finding love, or that one guy that could make things seem alright. She’s afraid because she fears that if she does find it, that it will some how be taken from her. Brynn has lost almost all faith in “love”.

Appearance:User Image
and as her powers emerge, her hair will go black with white tips and her eyes will go charcoal smokey gray

History: Brynn was always considered strange. Even when her parents where
Exceptionally rich, she chose dark, gothic clothes over the things they offered her to wear. As her parents became more engrossed in their socialite lives, Brynn was left secluded and often snuck out to seek out a thrill. Things started small with fights, and shoplifting, and escalated until Brynn help take part in an armed robbery. It was then that her parents had a rude awakening. They then shunned her ever more until they received the letter from White Ridge.
Extra: Brynn is very protective of the ones she does care about, such as her best friend. She can be quick to attack when someone she loves is threatened. But in the same sense, Brynn tries to shy away from getting too attached in fear that she will get hurt.
Powers: Illusionist, she can manipulate other’s minds to think they feel pain. At first, they only feel pain when she is angered and they look into her eyes. As she masters her powers, she will only need to think it.


Name: Lance Christiansen ( Lucifer Moloch)

Age: 17

Personality: Most simply: he's a rebel. He does what he wants, when he wants, how he wants. He rarely listens to anyone or does work that he finds meaningless. Due to his ways, he's broken the law more than once and has only been caught on a few occasions. He has many taboo habits, ranging from pyromania to drug abuse.

Appearance: Lance
He has a series of tattoos, including the kanji for renegade. He also has several scars all over his body, the most noticeable along his jaw line.

History: Born to an average family in an average town, Lance was the kid that stood out. As a kid he was wild, from causing mayhem in class to throwing major tantrums for no reason. In middle school, he began going into illegal activities, namely graffiti and drugs. Throughout middle school and high school, he began stealing, arson, assault, and the list goes on. Everyone knew it was him, but the police couldn't find any proof until he ended up getting into a fight with his school's jock and got caught. From then on, he kept getting caught until he was forced to go to White Ridge Academy.

Extra: Lance knows what he's doing is wrong, but does it anyway as he finds it fun.

Powers: Pyro control. He can manipulate fire, and make it escalate, but he can't create it. He at least needs a spark or something to work with.



Name: Hal (short for Valhalla) McGee (kittengrl39)

Age: 16

Personality: Hal is generally an easygoing person, even without the liberal application of weed. She trusts people without good cause, which is what got her into trouble in the first place. Hal will stand up for those weaker than her but doesn't form very close attachments. She's survived on her own for most of her life and sees no reason to change that.

Appearance: Hal has short, cropped blonde hair, an easy smile, and slightly orange eyes. She wears a red jean jacket with a rock band t-shirt underneath. Her pants are blue jeans, her shoes combat boots.

History: Valha- sorry, Hal's parents were very weird. They have been drug mules, hippies, restaurant owners, you name it. Currently they both believe in aliens, probes, and that wearing an aluminum hat will prevent government agents from reading your mind. As you can see, Hal had a very strange upbringing.
Part of the family legacy was a dependence on marijuana. Hal was exposed to secondary smoke for many years as a child, so it wasn't very hard for her to go from breathing in others' smoke to smoking it herself. She continually brought it to school and got thrown out several times, with her parents doing nothing to stop her. They were too out-of-reality to think that drugs were bad. Finally, the state government stepped in and separated Hal from her parents. After much debate, they decided to send her to White Ridge.

Extra: Hal will not comment on her choice of nickname other than that she "likes this part better" and "Val sounds too girly, y'know?" She grew up pretty balanced despite her parents' odd behavior. She also knows many random facts and is well grounded in the mythology and legends of other cultures.

Powers: limited telepathy. She can only hear "wisps" of people's thoughts when she really concentrates at first, but eventually she will be able to tune into people's minds and hear what they are thinking at the present moment. (but even then she can't do it for very long)


Name: Sally Freud (TeHsChNoZbErRy)

Age: 15

Personality: Little Miss Goody Two Shoes. She acts sweet and innocent, and usually follows rules. She is very quiet, and often doe eyed. She listens to soft rock and gazes out into space often. Although occasionally she switches acts dramatically. She becomes outrageous, loud, and well... not good! She is masochistic and sadistic in this personality. Although both personalities are very forgetful. They leave guitar picks, keys, rocks, cds, DVDs, tacks, shoes, and many other things lying around and consequently... lost! Her sense of direction is whacked too, and she often needs a map to get around.

Appearance: Sally has a fair skin tone and a tiny body. She is 4'11" and slim. Her feet are large, a size nine, and her toenails are painted hot pink. Her arms are long, ending in normal size hands with long fingers and bitten down fingernails. Her face is round, with large glassy blue eyes. Her hair is slightly curly, and a dirty blond. Her nose sits slightly off center of her face, and is crooked from a time it was broken. Her lips are full and pink. She is very petite, and often mistaken for someone younger.

History: Sally's first few years were normal, learning and living like a happy child. But as she began to do normal kid things (break vases, flush Daddy's wallet down the toilet, refuse to eat etc.) her dad became more and more furious. He fought with her mother, often with her watching. It became violent, her mother getting beaten often, and she just sat and watched, sucking her thumb.
Something clicked in her mind as she watched her father's face as he beat her mother. It had a sort of sick pleasure in it, a feeling she never knew. He looked happy when he hurt people, and here she was unhappy when he did. What if SHE hurt people?
He soon turned on her, beating her. She let him, liking the pain slightly. On her fifth birthday he accidentally pushed her down the stairs. She hit her head against the wall. When she awoke she had been in a coma for a year. She had developed an alternative personality.
She was taken from her father, and sent to an orphanage. Being a cute girl she was scooped up and adopted quickly. However the parents soon found out about her disorder, and sent her back.
And so it went, each switch sending her bad personality into anger and hiding. Soon her good side became better and better, and she was adopted yet again when she was twelve. Her other personality lay dormant for a few years, but it came out again when she was being bullied.
She liked the pain, but she wanted to inflict some too. She turned on the boy, and punched him. This got her suspended for a few days, and she was accepted to White Ridge.

Extra: plays guitar and likes rock music.

Power: Hydrokinesis, she can absorb moisture from her surroundings to "create" water. At first her powers are limited to only moving small puddles of water, and freezing them.


Name: Mary Ann Grace (Usually called Thorn) (Sora Kitty)

Age: 18

Personality: Thorn has both sides of the weather; she is usually very cold on the outside, and has a hot temper to boot. She believes that the only person she can and should look out for is herself, since in the past helping out others had only led to her downfall of freedom. While she doesn’t believe in tricking people (unless they ask for it, of course, then she’ll happily give it to them!), she doesn’t plan on making many friends here at the academy. She just wants to get in and out as quickly as possible, and get people to leave her well enough alone. She hates it when people mess with her; it’s her worst pet peeve. So don’t plan on playing any tricks, or you might not live to regret it.

Appearance:User Image

History: Believe it or not, Mary Ann was born to a priest for a father and a mother who worked as a nurse. One would think they’d have the ultimate good-willed child, and for a early time in her life, that was what she was.

However, perhaps the information and the pressure of choosing a religion went too quickly down the throat of the little lady, and she was soon so over-sheltered that it was a great annoyance for her by the time she finally hit 13. That’s where the troubles really began. She was not allowed any freedom in the household; no having friends over, taking hard classes chosen by her parents, the like. So, fed up with it, she finally ran away one night, only taking her bag pack with some food and a few items. She never returned to the house again.

Without money and too young to get a decent job, Mary Ann was soon living in the streets. Desperate, she was found one night by a gang leader in the busy city. The gang was the infamous Red Skies, and after striking a deal with the leader (in which she actually had to shoplift from a store; it was a watch from a department place), was allowed to go under vigorous training to become strong enough to live on her own. This naturally took a long time, since she had been so sheltered. This gave her the cold nature she has now, because her life changed so dramatically and so much innocence of eyes lost at once.

After four years of working in the group for looting, bonding with the gang, and injuring (but never killing; it was their motto) rival clans, her rank grew dramatically, as well as the wealth of the gang. She had gotten her nickname Thorn (for every good group member had a nickname; a good way to tell between newbie and veteran) after one fight with another gang had resorted her to use Rose thorns from stolen flowers for weapons when she had none. It had been the most creative idea used in a tight situation, and for her dedication, became second in command.

On the night before a big clan match, Thorn was reminiscing with the leader of the Red Skies, who had wanted to talk to her privately. Thorn will never forget these words:

“I could tell who you were from the moment I saw you; born under over-sheltering folks, rumor has it a priest was in the family. I can feel your pain; I didn’t leave home til a few years ago. Like you, I trained to be strong. I wanted you to do the same; you’re like a little sister to me, ya know that? I don’t use those words often, as you know, but you were the most willing, even when you were scared to death. You were determined……….and that inspired me not to give up on you. You’ve come so far…..I’m so pround of you!

But no matter what, do not forget this; alone you may feel, we’ll always be your family. To never betray, to trust, to love, and to care for. That’s how we roll! The Red Skies will fly on!”


The battle was in fact brutal, for it was the other strongest clan in the town against them, the Evil Badgers. However, it wasn’t sure who, but after one person accidentally killed the other, it became a fight to the death. Thorn tried to protect their leader, but she was unfortunately shot and killed. This enraged Thorn; what was worse was that it was an purposeful shot from their own team.

Forgetting the battle, she leaped on the traitor and began to strangle him with her bare hands. As the police were coming down, the other members of the clans left, leaving only those two behind. Not one soul had tried to warn Thorn to leave, and this had gotten her arrested for murder (as well as for her past crimes), for the boy was no longer breathing by the time the police got her off of him.

She had her trail (with no family showing up at all to help her; she had actually been reported dead! Ha, some family there!), and was going to be sentenced to death, when the jail manager saw the academy, and decided instead to send her there a bit after her 18th birthday. She protested, of course, but at the sound of freedom, she decided she might as well get it over with if she won’t die. But who did she have to live for? She could only think of her leader, and she went with that.

Extra: Although she remains emotionless in the face of others, she does have a secret liking for two things: books, and dolls. Yes, dolls; why she likes them, Thorn couldn’t give a decent reason if she tried. Perhaps it’s from lost childhood, but either way, she finds them adorable. Not that she’d ever mention it, and anyone who’d spread that rumor would die instantly.

Powers: Paralysis. Thorn can paralyze people with you mind. As her powers develop she will be able to even paralyze multiple people at once. But while her powers are still new, she can only paralyze one person, and not for very long. (like a minute or 2)

Name: Charlotte "Charlie" Johns (NoiseInTheShadows)

Age: 18

Personality: The "Emo freak in the corner," Charlie has never had many friends. She has always wanted someone to be close to, but no one ever seemed to be interested in her. Charlie has a quick wit, but her short fuse has often led to her driving off anyone who could even think of being nice to her. She has been known to explode at teachers, other students, and even her parents. It seems to her that nothing ever goes right, and she tries to hide so that no one can see her shame at that. She spends a lot of her free time on the internet, talking to people she doesn't know, and her quick wit has earned her online buddies, but she suspects that they wouldn't miss her if she were gone.

Appearance:Charlie keeps her black hair short, but just long enough to get a little in her eyes if necessary. Her blue eyes and pale skin, however, are a dead giveaway that she's taken to the bottle (of hairdye), not to mention her blonde eyebrows. Small all over, Charlie is 5'4" and she hates it. She often wishes that she were tall and graceful (and that she had bigger boobs).

History: Charlie has always felt alone in the world, so to compensate, she does reckless things for the adrenaline and attention. She started off small--climbing too high on the jungle gym or going too close to the edge of the Grand Canyon just to hear her mother's reproach. Once she turned sixteen, her reckless behavior extended to her driving habits. She has been pulled over for speeding more times than anyone would care to count, and she has caused several traffic accidents. Her licence has been suspended twice, and she just got caught for driving on a suspended licence. She was convicted of a Class 2 Misdemeanor and fined $500, which her parents forced her to pay.

Powers: The power of "nightmare" where she can make her "victim" see their greatest fears. Almost like an illusion. But at first she can only do this while they are sleeping, but as her powers progress she wont have to do it while they sleep.


Name: Torri Hutchison ( Miss Alaineus)

Age: 16

Personality: Torri's very quiet and reserved and people just often mistake it for being cold and distant. That's the shell that she's created for herself, being quite and staying to herself for the most part. But that's not her. Before the accident, she was very energetic, and almost carefree, but not quite 'cause even then she was still pretty thoughtful. If you can get to know her, or become her friend, her shell may crack under your constant, friendly pressure and what's been hiding for so long might come oout into the open.

Appearance: >>||<<

HistoryTorri's life was a model life, almost nothing went wrong, and if something did go wrong, it was often times very trivial and easily fixed. But then, about two years ago, her perfect life was shattered. Her parents, her all time supporters, her best friends, were in a terrible, traumatic car crash. Torri's mother was killed instantly, while her father entered a comatose state for eight months before dying. She missed them terribly, and her life spiraled into a swirling abyss. She didn't stay orphaned for long, a family friend adopted her. But, she was never really herself after that. She was always out late, skipping school, disappearing... After awhile her adoptive parent found that she was an alcoholic, and that she had a "friend" who would get alcoholic beverages and share them with Torri and since then she's been to therapists, but none could break her. She wouldn't talk, you'd be lucky if she answered you question, but even then it was only one maybe two words. A sentence if you were super lucky. Her friends all drifted away from her, she wasn't the same person, and they did everything they could to cheer her up, make her talk again, to stop her from scaring them because this was not the Torri they knew. Her new adoptive parent had finally just given up trying to get Torri to talk when the letter invitation to this school. Her parent just had rules at this point, for Torri to follow. And Torri followed them most of the time. Her adoptive parent at this point, lives like they did, before Torri even came to their house. The only difference is that they buy extra food so that Torri can eat and stay alive, and they make sure there is no alcohol. Torri hasn't had a drink in nearly half a year, and thankfully, by some miracle her body wasn't harmed in any way from the alcohol. But now, she's gonna be stuck at this new school.

Extra: n//a

Powers: Torri can appear invisible. She isn’t really invisible, it's just the illusion that she is. While her powers are new she can only be "invisible" for no more than a few seconds.

Name: Ace Miller

Age: 17

Personality: Distant and abrasive, and with a penchant for inciting violence wherever he goes. Those were the very first words on his most recent court ordered psychiatric evaluation. He was diagnosed too late in his childhood with severe case of Attention Deficit Hyperactive Disorder, which was largely ignored and thus his mental state has further deteriorated to borderline Manic Depression. When he's not throwing fits or wallowing in his lows, which is most of the time, Ace shows a talent for wood work and surprising patience for this hobby

Appearance:User Image

History: Back then no one really knew what went wrong with this kid. He came from a middle class family with respectable backgrounds, the only son of an old school banker and a librarian, and from early childhood everyone had great hopes for him. He was an extroverted and friendly child, perhaps a tad more energetic and emotional than most but boys would always be boys. However the situation changed once he reached elementary school age and within those short years Ace attended a record number of eight different schools within the state, the usual reason for his expulsion being increasingly frequent displays of uncontrollable rage and violence. Simply put, Ace seemed to be in a constant state of excitement that let to anger and when he got mad, he destroyed things. Things have gone progressively downhill from there and his case has become both a conundrum for his long retinue of therapists and a source of distress for his family. His mother has currently been hospitalized with hypertension and severe heart palpitations. Surprisingly, the only person who he seems to connect with in the family is his little sister Benny
Extra: NB Along with the preexisting conditions, Ace is also severely dyslexic.

Powers: speed. He's no flash but he can move at an inhuman speed. At first he will only be able to move quicker than the average human, a lot quicker. He will be able to move faster and sustain it longer the longer he has his powers.



Name: Christopher McPerson (imperial1989)
age: 18
Personality: Chris is a very intelegent, creative, and quiet boy. He doesnt speek unless it is important, and even the only a few words at a time. People, at first, believe that Christopher is slow because he doesnt speak. He comes from a very rich family, (he never bothered to figure out what his family did to earn its money), and had all the luxuries that money could buy. Despite that he was content to spend most of his time reading in his parents gigantic personal library. Early on he noticed that he has the ability for total recall.( Total recall is an even rarer form of photographic memory in which the subject remebers everything they see or read and can draw correlations between it and anything the have read about the subject previously.) Given this ability he never had to study and was free to express his more creative side. His favorite pass times, when not in the library, was playing the violin and fencing. He was fairly good in both areas (no genius, but had some skill) and practiced them regularly.
Appearance: User Image

History: Despite coming from a rich family Christopher had a rough time growing up. Because he was often quiet Christopher was viewed as a freak and had no friends. He was often ridiculed and on occasion beaten up. As he got older his constant good grades and freakish demeanor made him more of a target and soon the beatings were a constant occurance. Christopher is no pushover, but was always outnumbered so he never stood a chance. That all changed one day when, tired of the constant harrasment, Christopher finally snapped and turned on one of his attackers. He beat the other boy to a pulp, leaving him hospitalized. Christopher was now a freak, a thug, and worst of all an embarassment to the family. His parents wanted him off their hands and through some old contacts met with Dr. Gerard, who was only to happy to take Christopher in as a new "student".
Powers:ntuition - Similar to clairsentience, this is the power or faculty of attaining direct knowledge or cognition without rational thought or inference. in which the subject can understand what a book or written document contains without actually reading it (I.E. they could pull information from the pages of a book without even opening it) The subject doesnt have to understand the language that the item is written in to understand the writing and they are often able to read hidden meanings behind the words of the document's author. As the subjects power grows all sorts of other related psychic fields become available such as Clairvoyance, Clairsentience, Empathy, Psychometry ect.

name: Kiri Rosuto

age: 17 ( almost 18 )

personality: Dark and like the mist she is named for she can't be held and is always gone. Sadistic and smart she is always causing problems and with her intelligence she loves hurting people. She's really quiet and finds everything boring and/or annoying. With little care for humans she has a soft spot for animals and has attacked people that have harmed there pets. (Most of her acoma victims where in dog fights.)

appearance: User Imageher ears are full of piercings (13 in and there all spikes)and a tattoo of a yinyang on her right shoulder while the kanji for blood (chi) in on the back of her neck. (A mandatory mark when joining the gang near where she lived)

history: At two she was left on her aunts door steps but was immediately taken to an orphanage and left there the next day.

She never learned her family's name and her aunt only told the orphanage operator that her firt name was Kiri.

At seven she was addopted by a loving couple who wanted to help her. They did't care that she had set a girls' doll's hair on fire and broken three boys arms since she'd gotten there.

After leaving the orphange she was expelled from five schools by the time she was 13 and ran away from the military school after she burnt an american flag on the school's front lawn.

Over all she has beat up 35 people (known) and eight are in acoma though none have died (yet), 10 stolen cars, thirteen convience store robberies, 15 burnt down houses, two cars, a school, 3 uears in juvie (all together), and tried to burn a teacher (another student stopped her by throwing her into a wall and knocking her out).

Before turning to White Ridge Academy Mr. and Mrs. Rosuto took her to a therapist but she needed up driving him crazy and he now lives in an asylum in Denmark. (After that no other therapist would talk to her).

Her parents have no idea where to turn to and are hoping White Ridge Academy will help her.

As for her family she looks full japnese and speaks english, japanese, spanish, korean, latin, french, and finish.

extra: She always has a blade of some kind and a lighter on her.

powers:Shadows. She can basically animate shadows to do as she wishes. From seizing someone to deflecting an attack. But like most powers, they have their limits. She can't only sustain this for short periods of time (1-2 minutes) and she can't create shadows, only use them.

Name: Felicia Drake (Dragonxx5)

Age: 17

Personality: Despite her cold, closed up personality, Felicia is surprisingly kind and caring; she will protect and take care of whoever needs it. She is very ani-social because of her dislike of people, and will usually keep to herself and out of the way but is well known for her extremely violent behavior.

Appearance: User Image (only without the ears and wings.)

History: Felicia lived happily with her parents, until they were violently murdered in front of her at the age of five by a robbery gone very bad. After that Felicia lived on the streets for a couple years, getting kicked out of many places and beaten for stealing. After her parents' murder she had stopped talking, and plenty of people had their fun tormenting her. At the age of eight a man named Max found her on the street and took her in. It took time, but after a while Felicia grew to love Max and his wife Karin.

They were happy, until Karin died in a bad car accident when Felicia was ten. Max spiraled into a deep depression and became an alcoholic. He turned on Felicia, blaming her for his beloved's death. Max beat and tortured her in every sick way he could think of, permanently breaking Felicia's mind at such a betrayal. She became very quiet, and very violent. From living on the streets and surviving Max's tortures, Felicia was very strong. She often stayed away from home and when she decided to go to school she usually sent someone to the hospital. So gradually she went to school less and less and spent her free time training herself to use whatever was available as a weapon, including her body.

Like Max, Felicia also became an alcoholic, starting off small by stealing booze from Max when she was eleven. Soon it wasn't enough, not strong enough to drown her sorrows. So she stole from liquor stores. She roamed around the back streets and because of this she often got into brutal fights. One day when she was at home for once, she turned on Max and nearly killed him. At first Max sent her to physicatric hospitals, but that seemed to make Felicia even more violent, ever day smaller things would trigger her and she would destroy and attack violently anything and everything in sight. Not even a straight jacket could stop her, or a muzzle on her face. She managed to escape but killed two hospital workers in the process. Max got a letter in the mail one day and immediately shipped her off to White Ridge.

Extra: She loves animals but hates people.

Powers: At first she can manipulate small amounts of metal for short periods of time. As she advances she will be able to do things like turn a metal bar into a pistol. She can alter the shape but not the mass.

Name: Draconis VonTrapp (~Pretty Pink Depression~)
Age: 15
Personality: Draconis was withdrawn and introspective; he didn't talk to other people or even look at other people. After becoming a rape victim at the age of eleven, he stopped communicating with people altogether. In reality, though, he had lots of patience and was extremely laid-back. Though when people tried to talk to him, he either ignored them or stood up and walked away, being very distrustful.

When by himself, Draconis was relatively dorky and quirky. He sang to his iPod, danced with his stuffed animals, and had extremely odd eating habits. His reactions to things were quick and he was always cataloguing people's actions. Draconis was calculating that way. He tended to over-analyze things and come to wrong conclusions, but he really didn't mean to think the worst of everyone. He just couldn't help it.

Appearance: Due to an accident when he was young, his growth plates were damaged, stunting his growth at 5'3''. And, due to his carelessness, his hair had grown quite long and was a stunning almost-white, making his bright grey eyes practically glimmer. Though he'd never been diagnosed with albinism, he wondered sometimes, with his white eyelashes and eyebrows. He was pale and fair all over, like a washed-out painting.

His face was mostly, if not completely, androgynous, as was his body. He was slim and light, and he hated it. On a normal day, he wore t-shirts and semi-baggy jeans, his hair pulled back with a black ribbon.

History: Since that time when he was eleven, he had a tendency to cause trouble, but subtle trouble. He'd turn in his homework with lewd drawings and nasty cuss word-filled notes to the teacher, put nasty things in their desks like dead mice and moldy food, and, his personal favorite, hold a lighter up to the ceiling sprinklers to make them activate during lunch. Once the pranks were linked back to him, he was immediately sent away.

Extra: He had a secret bellybutton piercing and a tattoo he did himself with a razor and pen ink in his wrist of a broken heart.

Powers: His power is teleportation. He can only go short distances, like from room to room, and he has to be able to visualize where he is teleporting to in his mind.

Name: Alisen 'Arashi' Sawalha.

Gender: Female.

Race: Half Japanese, half Egyptian. She takes after her mother.

Age: Seventeen.

Appearance:
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She has naturally black hair, which she bleaches white streaks into. She has a scar on the front of her left calf, from falling down the stairs as a child. She has a slight dent in her right collarbone Her back and right side are littered with scars, road-rash burns, cuts, and old bruises.

Height: 5’ 10”

Weight: 138 lbs, mostly muscle, slender.

Personality: Very, very, very shy. She hates being the center of attention, being in crowds, or anything that puts her far away from the quiet, individual ‘shell’ she built around herself. Cross-dressing seems to bring comfort to her, and she loves storms and strong headwinds. She has no problem with being mistaken for a boy; she seems to prefer it, even.

History: Arashi’s memory is a fragmented mess. This is what she remembers.

Arashi was born to a calm, relatively boring family. Her mother was a young Japanese linguist, and her father was a Canadian-Egyptian museum curator come to Japan years ago. They married, and had three children. The third-born was named Alisen Sawalha. She was a very pretty, intelligent girl, albeit a bit of an introvert, but no one expected it to happen. She had always been a girly-girl, one to wear dresses and frills. One day, Kendra had went to school, and came home wearing someone else’s clothing. A boy in her school, Aiden, had traded clothes with her. Her parents talked sternly to her about that event, but let it slip. About a week later, she cut her hair short. She doesn’t remember why, only remembers holding the scissors and crying, before going to make quick work of her waist-length hair. She remembers throwing a hand-made explosive into a building through a hole punched through bulletproof glass. She remembers being screamed at by her parents. Scraping herself on concrete. Falling on shards of glass. The sounds of paramedics, police, firefighters. The smell of smoke, the taste of blood. The very vague memory of a gang.

Her only other memory is looking at a blonde-haired person through the corner of her eye while kissing another girl.

Extra: Arashi struggles with her memory, constantly trying to put the memory of the blonde person and the same-sex kissing to a reasonable evaluation. The only one she has- since she had no real interest in boys, that she might be homosexual. She is increasingly confused by the fact. She is actually straight, but since she has no reference, and she has a bit f a problem differentiating jealousy towards girls to like towards guys, which is further confused by the fact that she has a certain clothing-oriented jealousy towards boys and confidence-oriented jealousy towards both genders, she is unable to tell.

She managed to smuggle a grey trenchcoat with a red butterfly on the back, and a special chest-flattening corset used by actors, inside a picture frame behind a poster.

Powers: She can manipulate memories. But this power is very weak at first. She will only be able to tamper with memories while the person is asleep and it's only memories as far back as a day. Gradually her powers will progress.

Name: Hadran Adair (DeathShadoe)
Age: 16
Personality: Hadran's personality is mainly focused on his bleak view of life in general. He has a dark, pessimistic outlook that tends to express itself in writing and long talks with himself. This is pretty much his only constant, his personality is otherwise fluctuating. Some days he's quiet and withdrawn, other times he's loud and outspoken. One day he's crying in the corner, the next he's yelling in rage, and after that he's happy and excited. Dark, and somewhat unpredictable is how best to describe him.
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History: Hadran was born in a small suburb in the country. He lived with his mother and father, both argued quite often. They argued so much, in fact, that little attention was payed to Hadran. When he reached the age of seven, his father began to drink heavily and beat him. Life in school was little different, his teachers feared him, his classmates hated him. The only way he was able to retain what little sanity he now holds was in his writing. He would write every night, sometimes a diary entry, sometimes a poem, and once even a suicide note. His parents discovered this suicide note and many of Hadran's other writings, and they instantly decided that he was "disturbed". They wanted to send him to a mental institution, but couldn't afford any of them, and that's when they heard about White Ridge, who said they would take him for free. He has now resided there for almost a 7 months, but barely knows any of his fellow inhabitants.

Extra: He was at White Ridge for 7 months but was kept separate from the girls. he was kept in a high security cell, (this is because his powers are dangerous and he hadn't been able to control them until now).

Powers: Hadran can focus negative energy as well as manipulate it. The energy can be gathered from anywhere because where ever there is positive energy there is negative.


Name: Tylor Goretz (Minron)

Age: 18

Personality: Tylor keeps to himself, never talking to others unless it involves a game of some kind. When he does speak, it only involves the game, never he even if asked. This makes his real personality hard to find out, but he is always happy despite his appearance.

Appearance: Tylor stands tall at a 6'4 and prefers not to be constantly told about his height. His eyes are brown and so is his frumpy short hair that he seems to never bother to comb. He prefers to wear whatever is comfortable, often being dark clothes that fit him perfectly. Tylor has a slim build and is quite strong as comes with his size. His nose is slightly up and his face is quite pale from lack of sun for long periods of time playing games.

History: Tylor had a long history of violence in his family, both his parents being involved in the deaths of state officials and later joining secret groups dedicated to the death of many for the price of one. Tylor was also recently involved in these acts of murder by his parents when he was asked to assist in the death of several key senators and their families. No true facts were ever known about his involvement and he was caught without any evidence to commit him to a prison or mental asylum. Instead, Tylor was committed to several foster families over the period of five years, never working out with any family since. His parents are long dead for three years, caught within their own plans to assassination involving explosives; no good details were released about their deaths. It became only worse for Tylor as the years went by, he became distant with everyone and became more addicted to games, he only communicated with people through games. Finally giving up, the protection agency assigned to him decided to send him to a school to free up thier program for someone with more hope of socially being accepted.

Extra: Tylor never speaks to anyone unless its through or about a game, he adores games.

Powers: Foresight, and heightened strength. (but not too much, just enough to send a full grown man flying a couple of yards back.) He can see short periods into the future (ranging from 5-10 minutes ahead). At first, he only has glimpses of about 1 minute into the future.

Name: Runne (R-oo-n) Harlem
Age: 16
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She is a very small person. Her height is about 5"1 and her weight is 81 lbs. Her emerald eyes glower even in the darkest places and her skin a sickly pale. Bony and not very healthy looking, Runne wears a lazy look on her face or a frown most of the time. She wears average clothes. Nothing gothic, punk, or stereotypical. She wears usually what she finds lying on the side of her closet.

Personality: Runne is a very laid back person. Yet sometimes she can be very mean, angry and then suddenly drop to depressed. Yes, you guessed it. Because of her history and lack of social activity in the real world, she is Bi-Polar. Her actions come at random; people never knowing what her true sane state is. People can just guess lazy and laid back on the count it takes Runne a while to be actually set off. The girl is absolutely unmotivated and uncaring to the things around her. She tends to just go with the flow, never wanting to change her state her act better. She has no friends, and the lack of her determination to get or make some is her main root. Runne is pretty quiet; never speaking unless spoken to. But she'll speak and interact when needed. She tends to speak through poetry and a few selected authors. It appears only books and writing can get her to truly reveal her feelings. But does she ever show and tell? It's a rarity. But not impossible.

History: YES! She was the perfect girl with the perfect life. She was a cheerleader in her old school, popular, smart and got all the guys. Her parents were rich, yet never stuck up. They were proud of her, and never spoiled her. She grew up respected and never beaten down. She always listened, went with the flow and never tried to change the outcome. It was her thirteenth birthday when everything changed.

There was a party, a thirteenth birthday for Runne that her parents held at the state fair. The Harlems were very well known for their acts of grace and popularity among the small town. So everyone they knew and were close to was there. Runne and her parents were making their way through the streets in their nice compact car towards the surprise birthday party when a semi truck T-boned the car when the driver attempted to run a red light, drunk. Because of the impact, half of the car was split in two, unfortunately the front seats were the ones pushed apart from Runne, who was in the back seat. In horror she watched her parents being pushed in the wall by the semi truck because of the drunk driver did not know what was even going on. As Runne sat with half a compact car in the middle of the streets, guesses are cars are not on the lookout for that.

In an instant Runne was hit again by a swerving car that had just saw the half car lying in the middle of the intersection. Runne's part of the car skidded and crashed and evidently sending an unconscious girl to the hospital. When she awoke, her parents were dead, and her whole life was ruined; ruined by that drunk driver. That was when her mental stability came to absolute zero. She had broken and in anger she broke out of the hospital, not caring what her condition was, vowing to find the man that killed her parents.

Well of course he was in jail and it would be hard for Runne to break in and kill a murdering man. So she left the life she knew and ended up turning to the run down part of the neighboring and roomed with drop-out teenagers and trained there. She practiced her theft skills and fighting. She wanted to beat the crap out of this guy and win. After what became a determination for vengeance, three years passed and she became addicted to her new lifestyle. She enjoyed feeling free and doing whatever she felt like it. She drank, smoked and did as much acts of stealing, hijacking cars, and graffiti all over the neighborhood and town. Nobody knew who the new Runne was and didn't care. In the end, they had her thrown in jail for her horrid acts of vandalism; her way of coping of her parent's death.

Well, she had gotten what she wanted. She finally was in jail and now she could begin her hunt for the man who killed her parents. In the cafeteria she found him; how could she ever forget such a face. And with that she killed him. With her own plastic spoon and fork. She killed the man without mercy and ruthlessly. After that it became apparent that she had gone off the deep end and was psycho. And that's where her new life begins at White Ridge.

Powers: Tracking. After Rune has touched someone for the next 24 hours she can track them. Meaning if she wanted to know where they where she would have a vision of where they were. And that goes for what they are doing and who they are with. Her powers are weak at first and the visions come in blurry and unfocused.

Name: Sean Wither

Age: 17

Personality: Sean's rather strange...but then all of them are. After the death of his brother, Paul Wither, he lost his mind. He sometimes refers to himself in the 3rd person. He constantly challenges the 'system'. He's lost all sense of direction, his ol' morals failed him as he started to become one of the Sons of Anarchy, a cult made to promote the ideal of anarchism. He doesn't believe in good, evil, balance, or neutral. He doesn't believe in anything for he rarely cares. He drifts between different personalities, all equally crazy.

Appearance:Sean Wither Sean looked a lot like this about a year ago, but his hair grew over the time til Whiteridge, his eyes are much darker and his clothes are tattered blue jeans, a white t-shirt, scuffed sneakers, and a black and brown leather jacket. A gray scarf hangs over his neck, a reminder of his brother (it was his).

History:Sean grew up pretty normally, his brother Paul however didn't. His brother's past is a mystery, but it seemed with his death that Sean grew insane. His brother's madness had somehow seeped into Sean's brain, and with his death (which remains a mystery as well), it unlocked the horrors unto Sean's life. After trying to set his desk on fire in school he was expelled (for the fourth time) and sent to Whiteridge for "help".

Extra Sean is partially shade-blind, meaning he can't see certain hues and his hearing has suffered a little bit. His sense of smell and sight (in detail) are great, but his sense of touch and taste are very strong.

Powers:When he touches something, he can see what happened in that area surrounding the object up to 10 minutes previous as almost a vision. The area is only about 10 meters diameter. At first his powers are weak and only show a few minutes prior. (1-3)

Name:Kirai Still We call him Rai. (Atrum Krigare)

Age:18

Personality: Kirai is a leader. Just not in the most positive ways. He has been called charismatic by the ladies. Fun, cool, and silly was the ways he was described by his Friends. The feds call him a bad influence and a danger to the peace. The true Kirai always want a laugh out of you, and will do anything to get it. He is light hearted, most of the time. When he gets mad though, watch out. His anger is short, rare, and destructive. He is blunt how ever. He won't lie to you, adding on to the charm that sparkles around him. Kirai is just in the game to have fun, and thinks that everyone should have fun as well, no matter what.

Appearance: Kirai's a pretty tall person, at six feet. For many years, Kirai was called the pretty boy, with dazzling azure eyes, a perfect tan, and bright blonde hair. That all changed when he dyed his hair jet black and started wearing the black cross necklace. Kirai's muscles are average, ghough they can't be seen under his black tee-shirt, with a pink heart on it. Black jeans and gloves finish his look, with a torn up blood red jacket wrapped around his waist like a belt.

History: "Steal." That was the first word Kirai "Rai" "blood ghost" Still ever said. Kirai to his folks and teachers. Ray to his school mates and friends. Red Ghost to the police. He won't be called that for about 12 years later.

Kirai was born in an upper middle class family. His mother worked in accounting. His old man was the president of a bank. He always told his son that there is someone out there begging to be stolen from. You just have to find them. His young son took those words to heart.

Flash forward to the age of 10. Kirai stood around the store with a few of his friends. They pushed each other near the door, but each backed out. Finally, Kirai entered. He waved to the shop owner, a frail old man, with glasses hanging onto his nose for dear life. Kirai strolled down each aisle, as if he was looking for something to buy. Quickly, he grabbed a pack of gum. A simple pack of Blood Cinnamon gum, by Ghosty Gums. He waved back to the old man as he left the store, and walked back out to his friends, the triumphant smile on his face proof that he did the deed. That was the day that his friends began calling him the Blood Ghost. That was also the day that would eventually lead him to White ridge.

By the age of 17, Kirai had a group of friends and loyal followers. They were the blood ghosts, Led by their leader, Rai of Blood. Rai went from gum to art work and money, and he loved every minute of it. Not for the money, or the power, but for the fun and thrill. Kirai loved adventure and friends, and this gave him both. Soon, they would be famous. A famous artist came to town, and he brought his solid gold piece of work with him. It would be their day. It would be their biggest operation ever. It would a complete disaster. It was a sting, set up by the police. It was a mad scramble at the museum. That day, 25 of the 63 Blood ghosts were captured. Including Kirai "Rai of blood" Still, the leader and the original. The other members were put on parole. Kirai would be facing 25 years in jail, after he turned 18. He was given another option. He could go to White Ridge Academy. After many visits with his mom to the local prison to meet his dad, who was put in jail for stealing from his bank, it was decided. Kirai would go to White Ridge Academy right away, his plead to go to jail disregarded. His mom already had enough. Her family was officially ashamed beyond repair. She just wanted to start over and forget her son and her husband. The next day, Kirai packed and was shipped away. It was his 18th birthday. Next stop, White Ridge academy. The Blood Ghosts were dead.

Extra: Kirai is afraid of rats. He was bitten by a few when he was young. On the other hand, he loves all other animals, and has been known to keep a wide variety of them at his parents place.
Powers: Compulsion. By putting his "victim" so to speak in a sort of daze he can essentially control their minds. Making them do as he wants. This power is strong and useful by can't be retained long. When he first dis overs his powers the compulsion is short and the victim is likely to come out of it easily.


Name: Wade Sweetwater

Age: 17

Personality: Wade has some problems in dealing with people. They aren't really bad but they tend to cause him to lose friends very easily. For one thing he has trouble trusting people as he had put faith in the people who tried to raise him and look where it got him. If anything bad happens he thinks it's his fault even if he didn't do anything. He stays away from people who are loud because he gets reminded of his family and the things they did to him. Wade also is unable to stand women because of what his mother had made him do as a child but he's still heterosexual. He has a fear of authority, afraid that they are out to get him for being a very bad boy, so afraid of them that he is unable to sleep at night. If he ever gets angry its like he goes insane, lashing out at everyone, and anything he sees.
Appearance: Wade!

History: He was born in an unstable family, by accident, by two lovers who forgot to have sex with the condom on their first sexual encounter because they were piss drunk. The story of their life too. It ruined Wade as a result because both parents were always drunk and never really cared too much for him. His father was an Native American who cared only for beer, boxing, porn, an not about his heritage. He had liked to shout at the T.V. during the match as if he was there and if his boxer lost he'd take the blame out on Wade which happened frequently.

His mother now she was the main cause of how messed up Wade became. The one person who is supposed to show all the love in the world to the child, did the opposite. She blamed everything that happened on him, told that if he hadn't been born she would be living much nicer. The woman also liked to dress him up in girls clothing and take pictures of him in them in order to get money to buy a hidden stash of heroin. She told him that if he didn't do it that people all over the world would hate him and want to put him in jail for not listening to his mother. Wade's mom, smacked him around too, even worse then his father because she'd hit him curling irons, her nails, anything she could hands on. All of it would eventually stop when he reached his breaking point.

The boiling point for Wade came when he was 13 years old and both his parents were drunk off their a** and having a shouting match in the kitchen around 3 in the morning. He even been forced to sleep in girls panties as pajamas. The teenager had remembered a story about a kid who pointed a knife at his parents to get what he wanted. He'd try a similar thing with his own parents here. Wade had walked into the kitchen, ignored as usual so he he simply grabbed the kitchen knife and looked at his mom and dad. The blade was pointed at them and he told them to stop arguing with each other. Boy, how that turned out instead.

Both of his parents simply laughed at him but his father approached with his normal drunken gait. Wade afraid of being hit had lashed out with the knife cutting his father's arm who looked at the blood then at him in rage. His mother had seen the action and called him worthless and Wade just lost all self control. At 13 years old with 13 years of rage that was held in simply exploded all at once and the knife became his tool and his parents his subjects. By the time he was calm and collected the kitchen was red with blood and his parents were an unrecognizable mess smelling of blood and alcohol. With the realization of what he did, horrified he ran away from the house and had lived on the streets for 3 years, begging for money, and living in cardboard boxes and trashcans with the homeless until he had been taken in by Dr. Gerard.

Powers: Positive energy manipulation. Orbs and traction. Able to absorb positive energies around him to focus it into attacks.

Name: Allistor Simmons (Sim, Al, L(Most Preferred))

Age: 17


Personality: Not the best person to have conversations with, Allistor is the type to have a bit of a 'Hamlet' complex to the point where he'll freeze whatever he's doing to contemplate something. When he acts, he is either blunt and reckless in a more than often negative fashion which warrants opposing reactions than what he expects. When he talks, what he says is usually a fusion of jumbled conversations made into a new conversation as he'll often mix what he's thinking with what he actually wants to say. His emotions are as awkward as his speech, often sounding brash and harsh when he wants to be gently and being the most mellow pissed off person one would ever have the joy to meet. His parents often thinks he was born with a screw loose, but he simply has communication issues with others considering he doesn't consider himself the type to really have any true want for the company of others.

Appearance: User Image Even before attending the academy, he was a drab dresser. He stuck with essentially neutral colors and white or black when the middle ground shade was not available. Dying his hair gray by the age of 16 with permanent dye without his parent's knowing, he maintains this shade of hair to this day. His eyes are usually a spacey gray that always seem to be on a different page than the world around him, even when he fully comprehends the severity of a situation. Biting his nails often, they seem jagged and worn with no cuticles to speak of and a few scrape marks across his arms where those jagged nails have cured many an itch in his day.
History: Essentially put, Allistor is the normal guy who behaves like a nut job to drive people away. It's not merely an act so much as a normalization on his part as he's grown so accustomed to his behavior that he can't behave normally for more than a few moments at a given time. Allistor grew up in the cliche hoity-toity poor wannabe snob-hobo suburbs (His actual description of the place), where he lived with his mother and father as well as his 19 year old sister, Alicia. From childhood, he has had an affinity for electronics such as computers and could fix and type as quickly as any highly-developed computer nerd (once again, his words) and would make a habit of tinkeri

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PostPosted: Fri Jun 06, 2008 10:45 pm


Up above are the bios of the people who got in. ^.^ And now...WE START!!!



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Amid a swirl of strange colors and dreams, faint voices in the background brought Mary Ann back to consciousness, but she dared not open her eyes just yet. She felt herself on something cold and hard; big surprise there, probably started a fight earlier and thrown back into her cell after being knocked out by guards. She squinted her eyes, not fully opening them for a moment. Bright lights………..so very fuzzy…..she forced them open; her surroundings had changed, somehow, and although weak, this put her on alert.

“Ugh, where am I? Ow, my eyes hurt…..owowow....”

The young lady slowly rose into a sitting position on the floor, looking down at the cold hard ground for a moment as her long black hair covered a bit of her face, for her head was leaning downward. Her hair was also in black ribbons, some of it, and long coat of hair itself was long enough to reach down to her backside. Her long red shirt was keeping her warm on top, but her skirt on the bottom said otherwise, and she shivered a bit. She was also panting heavily, and in pain, but why? She knew today she had to go to that cursed Academy- but wait! She looked up and about, brushing some of the hair out of her face with her hand to see. This wasn’t her prison cell, and the guards where gone! But she wasn’t free, she could tell that right now.

Did that mean……….she was already here? It was a possibility. They probably saved the trouble and knocked her out at the beginning; she couldn’t blame them if they did.

Come to think of it, when in the heck did she get here?! She remembered waking up this morning in the prison cell, her stuff packed………..that was it. She couldn’t even remember what she ate this morning; everything else was a complete blank. There was something very unnatural about that. After all, this place was rumored to be hell on earth, and it already had an eerie feeling to it. You know, the kind of feeling that sends chills up your spine and goose bumps on your goose bumps, despite it looking perfectly normal.

She looked around next to her; her few belongings where actually were, and still in boxes. She had been allowed to go online shopping for a few things, but that was about it. She forced herself to stand up, holding her aching head and her sore eyes, and took a few steps forward. Strange, there was no one in her sight, even with her eyes fully open now. She gave herself a mental pep talk before taking action; after all, who else would give her one?

Ok, no more weakling now; make Amanda proud and stay strong and tough!
For you are not Mary Ann Grace anymore; you are Thorn.
And even if Thorn is lost, she'll stay the course no matter what!


Thorn figured that her best plan of action was to pick up her few boxes, take a few steps forward, and figure out whot he other voice she heard before was.

“Hello? Anyone there, or have I suddenly lost my mind?” She called, not a bit of fear in her voice. "And if you could kindly tell me where the heck I am, it'd be great!" she added, giving a random thumbs up to keep herself optimistic.

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Dawn padded silently on the cold floor, easily keeping pace with her father’s long –legged strides. She gave him a sidelong glance, curious as to what he was so wrapped up in this time. The clipboard in his clenched hand trembled slightly. She could tell he was excited. “Father,” Dawn said in so small a voice he might not have heard her, “Where are we going?”
The doctor looked around as if he had forgotten there was someone with him. When he remembered his daughter his hand went to his brow, pushing away the dark hair from his gray eyes. It was an aggravated gesture. “We are going to check up on the new students. The ones I told you about a week ago. Have you forgotten already?”
Dawn shook her head and didn’t say anymore. She had been thinking of these new people every night for the past week. She couldn’t decide if she was happy or very, very afraid to meet them. She rubbed her hands together nervously. If only Alice had behaved and wasn’t in solitary…
“Ah, here we are,” Dawn heard her father say at her side. They had rounded the corner of a long, empty hallway, only to be lead into another. Only this one wasn’t empty. The walls were lined with doors that led into small rooms that resembled a prison cell. At the far end was Dawn and Alice’s rooms. The rest were empty, or so Dawn thought. “Are there people staying in the other rooms? I haven’t heard a sound in days…”
The doctor waved a hand to silence her. “The other students are here. They have just been…asleep. They should be waking up shortly. We have come to check on them and introduce ourselves, like the good hosts we are. Now don’t say another word and don’t draw attention to yourself. I want to be the first thing these students notice when they awaken.”
Dawn nodded curtly, staying silent obediently. Her hands were still rubbing together as she followed slowly behind her father.


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Jack blinked hard and opened his eyes. His whole body felt like it was on fire, but he was shivering so violently it looked like he was having convulsions. He struggled to lift his hand to pull the rough fabric of a foreign blanket away from his chest. He was greeted instantly by the feeling of a thousand needles going into his arm and down his spine. Jack tried to cry out, and found that his lips were dried and cracking. He stopped trying to move and lay panting in the strange bed for what must have been hours.
Voices. Jack forgot for a moment that he was supposed to be holding still and shot up. Again came a pain and a burning, but he found it tolerable now and remained in his position, tilting his head toward the door to try and catch some words. He couldn’t hear anything, so he tentatively slipped from the bed and slinked over to the door. Jack had to brace himself on the frame when he reached it, despite it being only a few feet away. He ignored the tempting glass of water on the bedside table and pressed his face against the door.
“The other students are here. They have just been…asleep.” Jack almost fell over as a wave of memories crashed into his mind, carried along by the familiar but foreign voice. Jack remembered a clean white ceiling. Bright white lights. Being unable to move, a pain behind his eyes and neck, and then...what? What had happened?
Jack opened the door and peered out. Two people were coming his way. One was a girl, hidden partially by the man in front of her. Jack looked at his face, knew that he had seen it somewhere, but had no memory of where from. The two people looked over. The girl gasped, but the man merely smiled.
“I thought I told someone to lock those doors. Oh well, its too late now,” The tall man said. He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Now boy, why don’t you go back to your room and I will talk to you there? I cant have student running about until I have checked on them all.”
Jack only turned around to shut his door. When he turned back, the man’s face had changed drastically. He was biting his lip, trying to keep it from curling. “Where am I?” Jack asked. “What is going on? Why am I in pain?” He started walking over to the man.
“You are at White Ridge, don’t you remember? You must just be tired. Go rest. I will be in there shortly and-”
“Why don’t I remember getting here?” Jack pressed on. A few flickering images of the white, sterile walls hit him again. “What…what did you do to me old man?”
At the question the man’s face went red. He lifted a hand, and for a moment Jack thought he was going to leap over and strike him. But he merely flicked his wrists and smiled grimly. Jack opened his mouth to question the action, when something suddenly hit the back of his head. He stumbled to the floor and rolled onto his back. By the time the stars cleared away from his eyes enough for him to see clearly, Jack was already being lifted to his feet by a large, cold hand. He looked up at its owner. A tall, bulky man with an expressionless face and empty eyes was staring through him. Jack felt himself being suddenly pulled down the corridor.
“A little time in solitary will be good for you,” he heard the man call after him. “Don’t worry, Ill have Dawn bring you down some breakfast eventually.”
PostPosted: Sat Jun 07, 2008 12:06 am


*Important!!!*

I'm scatter brain and forgot to mention a few things ^.^;

A. I will Also be playing the Dr. As a side character, I will post his mini bio at the end of this post.

B. All the students have been placed in their beds after their "operations" So that means your post should start from there.

C. After you change into the clothes provided by the school, your normal clothes will be taken away.

D. There are no real classes. So don't worry about it. But certain characters may be taken through out the rp for "study"

E. As it is almost 3am I might add more to this tomorrow, so just check this post later in the day ^.^


Dr. Gerard.

Personality: Strict, and always has to be in control. He has a quick temper, and an even quicker mind. He is not one to cross.

Appearance: Tall, burly man with grey streaked black hair. He as a stern face and cold expressionless grey eyes. He stands at a height of 6'4.


NaughtyXNightmare

Fashionable Lunatic


NaughtyXNightmare

Fashionable Lunatic

PostPosted: Sat Jun 07, 2008 12:33 am


Alice was staring blankly at the stone wall opposite of her, her mind fuzzy from the new injection of serum, when she suddenly tasted blood in her mouth. She looked down in confusion and realized she had been chewing away at her finger nails. She quickly wiped the small smear of blood on her black skirt, and sighed. Being in solitary for two days straight had left her nerves out of sorts. Solitary was nothing new to her, for she had been down there before for periods much longer than this, but no matter how many times she was sent down here, it always made her nervous. A flashback from a few months ago ran through her mind; she was sent down here for punching a technician in the groin and threatening him with the scalpel. Alice smiled to herself slightly, that had been well worth the 3 days in solitary.
She was once again lost in her own thoughts when she heard the heavy metal door creak open, and the sound of footfalls fill the hallowed room. Alice felt herself get excited for a moment, but lost hope at the guard's words.
"Place him the cell #2." Said one of the guards, Alice recognized the voice. It was Jay, the guard who usually took her down there. There was a loud thud in the cell next to Alice. She scooted closer to the corner near the boy's cell to see if she could hear anything else Jay said but got nothing. Once again Alice sighed in disappointment, and leaned against the cold stone wall.


Dr. Gerard turned and continued down the hall where he was once again stopped, this time by an approaching guard.
"Sir, there has been some trouble in the lab, Alice did more damage than we thought." Said the guard, trying his best to not look like a deer in headlights. The Doctor always intimidated him. Dr. Gerard merely sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger.
"Very well...I'll be down there shortly. I guess I will make an announcement over the intercom later and have our new students meet on the second floor dining hall. Dawn I want you to go to your room until the announcement is made. And do not go down to solitary understand me?"
He said, asking his daughter with a stern look. Dawn nodded, and proceeded to her room, while the doctor and the guard made their way to the elevator.
PostPosted: Sat Jun 07, 2008 12:49 am


With a moan, Charlie moved her head ever so slightly and hissed her breath in as she felt pain blossom behind her eyes and throughout her body. She could see that there was a strong light on the other side of her eyelids, and she concentrated on that. Maybe I died in a car crash, she thought, and I'm going to heaven. Even as the thought crossed her mind, she snorted sarcasticly, wincing as the movement triggered a fresh wave of pain. Yeah, right. Like they'd ever let me into heaven.

She wouldn't have been surprised if she had been in an accident. The number of times that she'd nearly or actually crashed a car astounded even her. She was probably in a hospital right now, which would be awesome--that meant that she wouldn't actually have to go to that stupid White Ridge Academy. Charlie's rejoicing was very short-lived, however, when she remembered that hospital beds were far more comfortable than whatever it was that she was lying on. Then where am I?

Finally, Charlie opened her eyes to survey her surroundings. She found herself on a low bed with a thin pillow and an even thinner mattress. She was covered by a scratchy, grey woolen blanket, which did little to dispel the cold in the room. A glance to the floor showed that the box of My Chemical Romance and AFI posters that she had intended to bring with to the Academy was there, along with a few other knicknacks of hers. Am I at White Ridge? I must be. But how the hell did I get here? She moved to sit up, but the bright light hanging from the ceiling and her head's change in altitude combined to create an explosion of pain in her skull. Charlie curled up on her side in a fetal position, with her arms over her face, praying to whatever gods she hadn't offended that the pain in her skull would go away soon.

NoiseInTheShadows

Invisible Roisterer


PhantasmicRose

Dapper Fatcat

PostPosted: Sat Jun 07, 2008 1:17 am


Dawn made her way to her room, not once looking back. The door closed with a soft click as she sat down on her bed. She crossed her legs and stared at the wall, her hands still working ceaselessly at themselves. She finally sighed and sat on them in frustration. She bit her lip slightly, upset that she couldn’t go see Alice. Though that would be ruining the “solitary” part of solitary confinement, and besides, her father had said that Alice deserved to be alone for a little while. But did that mean that Dawn deserved it as well?
“Hello? Anyone there, or have I suddenly lost my mind?”
Dawn looked around the room wildly at the voice, feeling as though she herself was the crazy one. She suddenly realized that there was another student awake, and this one was in the room right next to hers! Dawn stood up and walked over to the wall, pressing her face against its cool surface. She knew her father would be angry with her if she spoke to them, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t listen in and find out what they were doing. The sound of a distant voice was better than complete silence.
---


Jack was thrown like a sack of potatoes into his cell. He closed his eyes and grumbled something uncomplimentary as the metal door closed behind him. He picked himself up slowly and looked around, blinking a few times as his eyes adjusted to the darkness. Everything was made of stone or metal, and everything was cold. Jack shivered slightly and drew his baggy jacket closer to his body.
To his surprise, Jack found that he was nervous. No, not was nervous, he felt nervous, like he felt the cold. Or maybe it was a taste, or a sound. His eyebrows pulled together in confusion. How the hell could nervous be a taste or a sound? Jack took a deep breath and concentrated. Yes, there it was again, but now he also sensed (he would just call it a sixth sense) disappointment and a building anger. Jack flinched back, but then a bout of curiosity sent him crawling forward.
In the back of his mind, Jack told himself three things: That it was weird to feel emotion, that it was even weirder to follow the trail of an emotion, and that he felt a lot like a bloodhound, which were rather ugly dogs that he didn’t want to be compared to. “Hello?” he called. There was no answer, but he sensed more emotion come his way. He ran his hands along the wall, searching for an opening or a weak spot.
There. His hand hit a small gap. It was hardly larger than a quarter, but it would do. Jack got down on his hands and peered through. “Hey, don’t ignore me. I can see your legs.” He wiggled his finger through the hole to show that he was there before placing his eye over it again.
PostPosted: Sat Jun 07, 2008 1:31 am


Just ignore him, just ignore him... Alice thought to herself. She didn't know why she was being so stubborn. Maybe meeting someone new frightened her a little, she didn't know. Alice looked over to see his finger wiggle through, but she couldn't contain herself when he peered through once more. She poked him in the eye. Alice smiled triumphantly to herself as she heard him swear.
"What the hell was that for?!" He yelled, slamming his fist against the cell wall, and undoubtedly still clutching his eye.
"That was for peeking into my cell." Alice mumbled as she shifted her legs out of his view. Him being able to see her bare legs made her feel uneasy. There was more grumbling from the other cell, and words that Alice would rather not have heard. And then the guilt set in. Maybe poking him in the eye wasn't the best idea. He is probably alone and scared, just like I was... Alice considered. Finally she sighed and scooted over to the hole and said, "I'm sorry ok. It's just this place makes me a little...edgy." He said nothing. Alice stuck her finger through the hole and wiggled it hoping he would see it as a sign that she wanted to talk. Suddenly, he grabbed her finger, causing her to yelp and pulled back. She heard him laugh on the other side and say, "Pay back Sweetheart." Alice frowned. "Alright you jerk, your revenge has been satisfied." She said.

NaughtyXNightmare

Fashionable Lunatic


NoiseInTheShadows

Invisible Roisterer

PostPosted: Sat Jun 07, 2008 2:07 am


After what felt like an eternity, the explosion in Charlie's head quieted to a dull roar. She sat up very slowly and took another look around the room. There was a dresser on one plain white wall, and a door on another. The third was bare, and the fourth held the bed. The light in the ceiling was so bright that she couldn't tell exactly how high the ceiling actually was. There was a small window on the door, just above eye level for someone of Charlie's stature, but perfect for anyone taller.

As she took this in, Charlie could hear a noise coming from down the hall. Voices. These must be very thin walls... She couldn't quite make out what they were saying. Then there was a dull thud and a new voice came in. Then they both left, leaving Charlie confused but curious. Then she saw it. A girl's head walking by her door. Charlie fell to the floor, not daring to look out to catch a better glimpse of the girl as a wave of...what exactly? Fear?...passed over her. Charlie furrowed her brow in thought.

She was still sitting like this when she heard a girl's voice in the room next door:
"Hello? Anyone there, or have I suddenly lost my mind? And if you could kindly tell me where the heck I am, it'd be great!"

Charlie nearly jumped two feet off the ground when the girl next door spoke. After about a minute of heavy breathing to get her heart restarted, she thought, Well, it's not like she knows what a screwup I am...Could it hurt to talk to her?
"Um, I don't know if you've lost your mind or if I have, but either way, I can hear you. As for where we are, I have a few guesses, but hell is likely closer to the truth. Oh, I'm Charlie." Charlie's voice may have cracked while she spoke, but she was too nervous to care.
PostPosted: Sat Jun 07, 2008 2:11 am


Jack let the girl take her finger back. “Now now, if I were really a jerk I’d have held your finger hostage. But I’m a nice guy, so I will let your offense slide this time.” He rubbed his eye once more before laying on his stomach and elbows and propping his head on his hands. At this angle he could see through the hole a bit. He chuckled to himself when he noticed that the girl’s legs had been moved.
But Jack’s laughter quickly faded away. As much as he was trying not to think about it, he was afraid. He had no idea what was going on. His body still ached. He was alone in this cell. Well, not completely alone…
“Jack,” he said.
“What?”
“Oh nothing, I just felt like calling out random names.” He felt a wave of agitation, and then it was quickly whisked away as the girl’s sense of humor kicked in.
“Alice,” was her only reply. She was playing his game. Maybe she wasn’t so bad after all.
“I’d say it was nice to meet you,” Jack said smoothly, still trying to ignore his fear and the fact that he was feeling emotions that were not his own, “But it really hasn’t been that nice at all. You quite viciously attacked me. In the eye, as I recall. I’m surprised you didn’t kill me, you beast.”
It was meant to be a joke, it really was, but at the words “kill me” Jack was hit with the strongest surge of emotion he had felt yet. He cried out and doubled over on the floor, clutching his head. “What the hell?” he hissed through clenched teeth.
That emotion, something close to sorrow but not regret, had come from Alice, he knew. But why? Already it had passed from her like a fleeting memory. It must be this place, Jack thought. It leaves you susceptible to repressed memories. He made a note not to ever mention killing someone to Alice after he got out of here. If he ever got out of here…
Jack picked himself up and leaned a hand against the wall for support. “Alice…” He said, and was surprised by how tired he sounded, “Are you alright?” He took a deep breath. “And can you please tell me what is going on?”

PhantasmicRose

Dapper Fatcat


TeHsChNoZbErRy

PostPosted: Sat Jun 07, 2008 6:25 am


Sally woke up slowly, blinking. She was on a bed... it wasn't her own... where was she? She curled up tightly, closing her eyes and pulling her finger backwards to see if she was dreaming. Yeah, awake. She opened her eyes again, opening her mouth just to see if anything would happen. She tried to say something, but something inside her took over, and she found herself opening her mouth wider...
She yawned.
Wow, anticlimactic. She put the heals over hands to her eyes, rubbing them awake. She sat up on the bed,okay, need to do something. She pulled her hands away from her face and said meekly, "Hello?"
PostPosted: Sat Jun 07, 2008 8:53 am


(((Robiroth, speak in third person please. Sorry, we forgot to mention that in the rules, our bad. Oh, and please remember to make your post a little longer and detailed. Thanks.)))

PhantasmicRose

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