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AMITYVILLE ACADEMY ENROLLMENT FORM

Name: Spectrae (why is she not a ghost? WHY IS YOUR MOM NOT A GHOST)
Nicknames: Spec. (It's a long running joke)
Gender: Female
Age: YOUR MOM...'s daughter's age. Or 15

Faction/Race Demon

Personality: Spectrae (Spec) thinks she can fix everything. EVERYTHING. Have a broken bone? She can fix it thanks to the first aid she took when she was three. She thinks she's going to be the next Dr. Finklestein. She thinks she can heal everything.

The sad truth: she couldn't understand anatomy if it hit her on the broad side of a barn. The only Halloweeners she's actually successfully helped were undead, and that was just because she haphazardly sewed their limbs back together. Sadly, her 'helping' just makes things that much more worse. If you get injured and she's around, run to the school nurse. <******** RUN.

Why are they enrolled in Amityville Academy? She wants to learn to become an amazing mad scientist. WILL SHE BE THE NEXT PERSON TO CURE ZOMBIE BREATH? WILL SHE MAKE A BREAKTHROUGH ON LIMB RESEARCH? At this point, if she can stop people from whimpering and sobbing like a broken child every single time she "helps heal them", it's a bloody miracle.

Her family: Spectrae is a parasitic nergal. Her parents were both happy parasitic nergals who spawned her (perhaps by asexual reproduction, its hard to tell if its a parent or parent(s) these days) and sent her out to the human world to claim her own host. She fought for three days and three nights and chose the perfect host, infesting them until only her Nergal consciousness remained, the body a mere instrument for her to use. Actually this is all a lie that was fabricated on the application form, her parents had handpicked a body out for her already, in fact she is technically an 'it' and she would probably be he if they hadn't grabbed the wrong kid. Spectrae actually has quite the amount of 'siblings' hanging around, its hard to tell who's "related" to whom these days (Mommy mommy I remember you branching off from that one!)

Fear:
By manifesting a little more of her ah.. 'savage true form', she can be quite the pincushion. Glowing blades that fly around and all that, in a very disorganized fashion. As a first year she is only capable of extending her tail blades outwards, the long "tail end" coil lashing out like a whip or a scorpion's tail to attack the opponent. As the "blade" part is actually rather dull, it succeeds in mostly tripping their opponent and if they are lucky, bruising them.

Physical Description: Human body: Cream-white hair in a loose, very loose knot, green slitted eyes. Medium-short height, basically looks like a person with something else sticking behind them...

Natural ability: They can control the number of eyes/spikes/etcetc and appear more inhuman, similar to how a werewolf can turn more feral, their feral version looks a LOT tougher than just a simple bodysuit (or what is she wearing?!)

References: Yes, I'll have refs later. FOR CLOTHING EDITS. HAVE A SOQUILI FOR NOW:
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v489/chibizoo/Gaia pets/spectretagged.jpg

'Twas the night before Enrollment, when all through the school
Not a creature was stirring, not even the ghouls;
The papers were stacked on Arel's desk with care,
In hopes that a stamping would soon be there;
The acceptance bin was nestled snug on its rug,
While bottles of caramel-rum lay empty where chugged;
And Arel in his mittens, off away in his room,
Was long since asleep with rum he had consumed;
When out at the office door there arose such a clatter,
A cleaning gnome went to see what was the matter.

Away to the door it ran like a flash,
Jumping up to reach the doorknob before falling down with a crash,
Before the door opened and swept it aside,
Whereupon from the wall to the ground did it slide,
When, what to his star-studded eyes should appear,
Not Hellma that would make him fear,
With a grin that promised she was up to no good,
But rather a druken werewolf, face hidden by hood.

Silent and daring she stumbled to the desk,
And in Arel's chair did she go to rest;
"Now what is this? Papers for me?
I'll take care of them for that marquis!
A stamp here, a stamp there, and over here too,
Hey, this is actually pretty fun! Whoo!"

The werewolf picked up a paper with care,
And into the acceptance bin did it go with flair.
She looked around and waited with pause,
Hoping soon to recieve some applause.
With no sound heard and nothing in sight,
The werewolf then decided to call it a night.

She stood up from the desk and stumbled away,
Only to pass out on her way to her room halfway.