Name: Lena Marox
Age: 16
Species: Orphaned Ghost
Personality: Cool headed, fun loving
Bio: Long ago the world was peacfull and a happy family consisting of a little girl, a dad, and a loving mother. The little girl sat in a feild of flowers making a small crown by intertwining the white mongolias. As the sun was setting on the horrizen she had finished it. Very proud of herself she ran home to tell her mother and father all about her day and present them with her gift. Opening the door to her small log cabin she yelled happily "MOTHER! FATHER! I'm home! Look what I...." she paused at the end of the scentence to see the lights out. When the moon rose it illuminated the dark room. Walking in she tripped over something large. Looking back at what she had tripped over she shrieked at the top of her lungs. Her father lay dead on the floor that was painted in blood. "Mother?" she whispered under her breathe looking around franticly to see her pinned to the wall by knives the sides of her mouth cut to where her jaw hung loose. Her mouth opend from another ear slitting scream when a hand clamped over her face. She was dragged back to a wall then pinned against it by inhumanly hands. A dark laugh rose from the cloaked figure. It was saying blood over and over again. His hand unclamped from her mouth and she let out a scream as she felt a hot liquid fall from her stomach. Her scream was cut short when her vision blurred and she blacked out. A bright light brought her back to reality. She was laying in a bed in a well lit room. Sitting up expecting to feel pain, but nothing. Looking at her hands her eyes widened. She saw straight through them to the blanket that covered her legs. She was dead, but she shouldn't be here. She should be in heaven with her parents. "So you have woken up young Lena?" said a kind voice. Turning her head towards a beautiful nun. "where am I?" gasped Lena. "You are at the Netherworld Orphanage. It seems that when you died you didn't really die and became an 'Orphan'." the nun said with a smile. Lena was confused. She was dead but she did leave earth? "You are now an 'Orphan' you will grow up to age 15 then live forever and you will have abilities based on your life before you died." she said with a knowing voice. Lena stared at her sadly. She would never see her parents again. "Once you have reached age 15 you will attend a school of your choice." she said smiling. Years later when she had reached age 15 she had begun to develope powers and agility like a cat. She had decided to attend this academy.
Abilities/Powers: Agility, Illusions, and invisability
Classes Taking: Music & Gym
Hobbies/likes/dislikes: Loves Sweets and cute things / She hates nighttime and lightning
Orientation/relationship status: Straight Single
Clubs/Extra Curricular Activity: Theatre Arts
Dorm (Mandatory): Dorm 206
Age: 16
Species: Orphaned Ghost
Personality: Cool headed, fun loving
Bio: Long ago the world was peacfull and a happy family consisting of a little girl, a dad, and a loving mother. The little girl sat in a feild of flowers making a small crown by intertwining the white mongolias. As the sun was setting on the horrizen she had finished it. Very proud of herself she ran home to tell her mother and father all about her day and present them with her gift. Opening the door to her small log cabin she yelled happily "MOTHER! FATHER! I'm home! Look what I...." she paused at the end of the scentence to see the lights out. When the moon rose it illuminated the dark room. Walking in she tripped over something large. Looking back at what she had tripped over she shrieked at the top of her lungs. Her father lay dead on the floor that was painted in blood. "Mother?" she whispered under her breathe looking around franticly to see her pinned to the wall by knives the sides of her mouth cut to where her jaw hung loose. Her mouth opend from another ear slitting scream when a hand clamped over her face. She was dragged back to a wall then pinned against it by inhumanly hands. A dark laugh rose from the cloaked figure. It was saying blood over and over again. His hand unclamped from her mouth and she let out a scream as she felt a hot liquid fall from her stomach. Her scream was cut short when her vision blurred and she blacked out. A bright light brought her back to reality. She was laying in a bed in a well lit room. Sitting up expecting to feel pain, but nothing. Looking at her hands her eyes widened. She saw straight through them to the blanket that covered her legs. She was dead, but she shouldn't be here. She should be in heaven with her parents. "So you have woken up young Lena?" said a kind voice. Turning her head towards a beautiful nun. "where am I?" gasped Lena. "You are at the Netherworld Orphanage. It seems that when you died you didn't really die and became an 'Orphan'." the nun said with a smile. Lena was confused. She was dead but she did leave earth? "You are now an 'Orphan' you will grow up to age 15 then live forever and you will have abilities based on your life before you died." she said with a knowing voice. Lena stared at her sadly. She would never see her parents again. "Once you have reached age 15 you will attend a school of your choice." she said smiling. Years later when she had reached age 15 she had begun to develope powers and agility like a cat. She had decided to attend this academy.
Abilities/Powers: Agility, Illusions, and invisability
Classes Taking: Music & Gym
Hobbies/likes/dislikes: Loves Sweets and cute things / She hates nighttime and lightning
Orientation/relationship status: Straight Single
Clubs/Extra Curricular Activity: Theatre Arts
Dorm (Mandatory): Dorm 206
