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AMITYVILLE ACADEMY ENROLMENT FORM

Name: Damien Gavenkrantz
Nicknames: Demi, [Phos or Melas (considering which is the forefront personality)]
Gender: Male
Age: Fourteen

Faction/Race Monster- Hell Hound

Personality: Damien is from a family lineage that dates back to the Greek gods and the well known underworld guardian, Kerberos. He was not born with the extra heads, but must gain power and knowledge in order to form them on his own, because of this, the extra personalities that the other heads would have, is suppressed into his body until it cannot be held back and surfaces, he has two known as Phos and Melas. Rumor has it that the Gavenkrantz family have an important secret tie to land of Halloween that few know and dare not speak into the crisp autumn air...

Change Over!
Damien Is actually the well balanced one between all the personalities, having to remain in constant control of his emotions lest one of them tries to surface. This is not to say that he doesn’t falter, he does, and pretty often in fact, he’s still learning to deal with it.
He was groomed and conditioned by his elders to act as regal and distinguished as his predecessors; a beast in battle, a gentleman outside of it, and a chilling terror to the meat puppets. To his peers, he may fall under the guise of being stuffy or even snobbish. It is also the part of him that’s very focused on his scholastic needs, and may come off as shy during social activities, it's just not in his comfort zone.

Oh Look! A Ball! Whee~~~
Phos is the emerging personality that can be triggered by intense euphoria or excitement. He then becomes very giddy and effervescent, almost to the point of annoyance for some. Phos is simply just happy to be out so he can play, and play he does. He’s more akin to acting like a domesticated dog that wants to be very social; to chat or hang out or to play a game. He’s not afraid to ask for a pet or even a scratch behind his ear. Phos never got much time to explore the world, being confined in his little glass container. So whenever Damien's control falters in his favor, Phos takes the chance to be free, to run and explore and enjoy the moment, because he knows that it won't last long till he gets corralled back in. The head of his family thinks that the Phos personality may have a problem focusing on his work, since he could get easily distracted by material objects, which is also a bad thing on any future field scare trips.


The Hell do you want, punk!?
Melas is the personality that arises during moments of intense anger or irritation; It also likes to make an appearance during matches. It is his more malicious side, one that is easily agitated, crass, sarcastic and downright rude. It is the side of him that’s not afraid to tell you exactly what he thinks about you, and more often than not it won’t be anything nice. He’s no saint, he’ll cut you with words as easily as he can kick, punch, slash or bite you. Melas could care less about his studies; he’ll blow them off for a match or physical training in a heartbeat. He wants power, to overthrow all that stands in his way.

You and your damn personalities are driving me insane!
Is Phos or Melas getting on your nerves? Try getting him to relax so Damien can regain the reigns.



The inner workings of a mad hound

Demi's Personalities don't get to sit around a round table, drinking ale, arguing and telling waitresses to take their top off give them change. The one in charge gets to run the hall while the other two are locked away, able to see and hear everything, but never to voice their opinion to the one in charge until a shift changes the one in control.

Speak no evil now

They have never been able to talk directly to one another as of yet.

Never.

The last time they had an argument; it was over how their quarters would be decorated.
It went on for four whole months of October, and resulted in the room divided into three halves, different pieces of furniture put together so well, It would make a patchwork cry tears of devious joy. You know, if they could still feel.
Or have tear ducts.

Maybe once an extra head grows in there will be mental piece of mind. Then again, maybe it'll be just the beginning of even more problems.

Heck yea, that great! Well, I don’t like it. I don't remember asking your opinion, so STICK A CORK IN IT!

Simply put, they don’t agree on everything. Metal, wood or porcelain.
Witch's bone soup, Barbecue water lizard leg, or Nightshade pie.
That girls cute, that guys not bad on the eyes, a hole is an 'effin hole. It's difficult for them to come to a consensus.

The green eye of jealousy;
To feel envious of material needs isn't a concern for Demi, its just items. Big whoop. He'd go to the shop and buy it himself if necessary, problem solved. Now having someone to confide in, that'll give his eyes a reason to grow with malice. He craves relationships whether he knows it or not.

Phos on the other hand, would fall in the category of people who would fawn over the item, the one that would ooh and ahh over it and curse their inability to claim it for themselves (even though he really could if he wanted to, hello checkbook) As for the jealousy that rears from non material possessions, its handled much differently, its something that he wants so much, that it hurts. The ache for companionship leaves him crippled, a happy go lucky pup can become sullen and crestfallen within a heartbeat, leaving an excuse so he can depart and to be by himself; to enhance that loneliness, no matter how close his other haves may be.

Melas would take great pride into turning whatever jealous feeling he may have, as a tool against the other, be it material or not. Be careful, or that nice shiny bauble might get thrown into the nearby dead sea without you noticing, and if you did.... well, he couldn't care less.

Shamey shame shame; Oooh you did something wrong; replaced all the gym clothes for the boys locker room with frilly tutu's, stole the mayors hat or broke the mini pets out of the closet portal to let them go on a mass rampage. Worse of all.
You got caught How do you deal with it?
Heh, as if Damien would ever stoop to doing something that is at the level of his more violent persona, but in the off chance that he may have offended someone, you could expect a simple apology.
Eh? Little Phos made you upset? But-but he didn't mean to! OAO He's very sorry, how could he make it up to you, if you start crying, I MIGHT START TO CRY TOO!
Hm? Oh, you thought I let them out of the closet? I wasn't anywhere near that place, I don't care if you got me on camera, that's my story and I’m sticking to it. Denial, denial and more denial.

You going to finish the rest of that eye scream cake?
Across the personality board, his love for sweets shall never die. If you have a cookie, he will devour it and relish every moment of it. It is a weakness, his sweet tooth is so voracious, its not uncommon for him to walk around in the off hours, looking for something sugary to gnaw on.

And normally when he's thinking about sweets, He likes it cold.
The underworld was always a very warm humid place, his ancestors tolerated it quite well and most of them prefer it. NOT HIM. He wasn't born there, lived there or get acclimated to it. "We have a pelt for a reason, and its not so that I can pant from the heat all day long!"

Uwah! What’s that? Why is it that unnatural color? Get it AWAY!
There seems to be an unnatural dislike of the color pink that even all his personalities cant seem to figure out why.

Uh.... I gotta do this with everyone watching? C-can you just skip me for now?
No matter which personality is in control, he's no good in social situations, it is foreign to him, and slightly unnerving. Like standing in front of a classroom on exam day being tardy and in nothing but your boxers, he feels very exposed. Melas and Phos do seem to express their discomfort in other ways, with the former being brash and the latter being meek. But once he opens up, he fiercely loyal and protective to those he connects with. It must be in the watchdog's nature after all.

Wh-where did everyone go? Its so......... quiet.
A clan is normally a close knit community, always there and ready to help one another. But to suddenly no longer have that sense of connection, of belonging. Its pretty unnerving. He may not be great around people, may not say the right thing or know what to do, but it does not mean he wants solitude.

What are ya gonna do, huh tough guy?
Once he finds out what one of your buttons are, hes not afraid of pressing it like an attack button in a fighting game. Its fun to him, seeing the other person get riled up. It makes him feel good to see someone other than himself loose control over their emotions. The method may differ depending on the personality, but it will happen.

~Ugh, natural form? I'm like a were-bull in a china shop.
Seeing as how Damien's natural form is a giant demonic canine, you'd think he'd be more comfortable in it but that's not the case, he prefers to stay in his humanlike form inside Halloween, with the exception of battles in the gymnasium or at Phos and Melas whim and of course, outside of Halloween.

His weakness if very simple; he is his own worse enemy. The three personalities may not see eye to eye...... to eye, most of the time.
Playing head games on a multi-headed beast just may do the trick, and cause some disasters along the way.

Why did they enroll at the academy? Damien was enrolled partly for the knowledge he would gain that wasn't available from the family home schooling, but mostly for the social interaction which he lacked and in turn learn how to cooperate and understand others and maybe himself. He didn't have the extra heads to hold a decent conversation with so why not learn it with his fellow ghouls? His interests in school topics do vary. Mythology was practically beaten into his brain but he also has a personal interest in Shadowcraft, Stealth and Illusionary Artes. By far his worse subject would be Curses, Hexes and Spells, seeing as how magic is not in his forte. it wouldn't be surprising to see him napping or distracted by something else entirely during that class.

Fear:
Natural Ability: Shapeshifting Polycephaly-
He has an animal form, big whoop wanna fight about it? His natural form does have a kink in it, it grows extra heads. Double the pleasure, double the fun, and sets of fangs. So far its one extra heads, but as he progresses, more may sprout.

Fear Ability: Eyes of Death-
Hell hounds are known to be the messengers of death, mostly through their gaze... you look too many times and bad things will happen to you (will only work with the amount of spare heads involved in the attack, the main head does not count). No Fear power is not without its drawback, and the use of the Eyes of Death takes a toll on the user’s defense, the toll may decrease as he gets stronger. As he develops his understanding of his abilities, He will be able to use it more than once.

One pair: will leave the target's mobility impaired.
Two pairs: will distort the targets perception for a brief moment (blinding them basically)
Three pairs: will leave the target immobile for decent amount of time (2 turns, but only for 1 turn if three pairs EoD is used more than once)

There was a deep rumbling that could be heard from the hall of this household, framed by iron wrought windows that reached to the ceiling framed between lit candle holders, shining its light to cast eerie shadows against the wall. The stone wall bounce the rumbling sound around, distorting and muffling it ever so slightly, but it sounded like a voice speaking in an even tone, one that could lull you to sleep if it wished to with its baritone echo. “Ugh, how many times are you going to tell me the same old story Gramps?” A young voice cried out, piercing the atmosphere and bringing it back to the present, the undertone of annoyance less under and more toned. In a room filled with dark bookshelves, piled high with books of every color and thickness, worn from years of reading and hoarding, sat a boy.
~~~
He sat in a chair that was just lighter than the wood of the numerous bookcases. The chair was very ornate at the armrests, which were nothing more than a carving of a claw holding onto a sphere that had wisps of smoke filtering from it, casting a dull light upon its inhabitant, the shadows twisting and spiraling all over the person and the surface of the chair itself. Not to mention that the chair was wider than him, it would take three people of his size to fully occupy the seat.
~~~
It was set at an elevation that was lower than half a foot from the desk it sat across from, the chair that went with that desk was set a quarter of a foot higher, the back rest reaching to the ceiling with carvings engraved in it, that of beasts and creatures in battle, that look like its moving, shifting when the light hits it. It was very imposing to sit where he was, created to make the person in charge to look dominant and the person at the other end to look very weak and feeble about their situation.
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Yet the boy still had a look of defiance on his face, never wavering. “It’s really getting tiring.” He said as he cleaned his left ear with a scowl on his face. The man who looked down on him showed his age, his hair was drawn back into a loose ponytail; the tail part flowed like a mane that felt like silk, a dark blue that the night sky would be envious of.
~~~
His eyes were aflame with a bright shade of violet, they normally held laughter in them, and sage advice, but this time they burned with dissatisfaction and irritation. “Hold your tongue Melas and be gone while I speak to your bearer.” The man said with a bellowing voice that shook the windowpanes.
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The boy simply gave him a sneer and his eyes softened the grim expression on his face, wiped away, to be replaced by one that was practiced, restrained and impassive. “I’m sorry about that grandfather, I didn’t mean to lose control of myself like that” he said in a distinguished manner, laced with remorse that his eyes did not hold back. He felt bad that he acted that way, even if it wasn’t his fault, it’s just how he was. His grandfather in turn, showed kindness in his eyes as well. “I know little pup” he muttered.
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“The training that this household offers does not seem to work for you, perhaps we should look toward other methods for your tutelage” he said thoughtfully while running his claws over the desk, not to scratch my merely stoke in mental deliberation. The boy looked aghast, green eyes opened in horror as his mind raced. “What do you mean? What are you planning?’ He cried out. The older man folded his clawed hands over his desk, back rigid as he explained it in a manner that gave no chance of rebuttal.
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“You are being sent away, to a private school which can offer you more training in a much different environment.”
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The boy’s eyes immediately went back into a hard stare as he slammed his hands on the desk, looking at the elder square in the eyes, “You gotta be kidding me, you’re sending away, pushing me aside like trash? Your off your rocker old man, I’m not having this!” he screamed out as he tossed the papers off his desk, checking them for an application that he could shred to bits and throw out into the night sky. “Quiet you insolent pup, its too late, the paperwork has already been sent, you’ll be leaving tonight. The elder said without opening his eyes. “I’d get to packing well if I were you.”
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Oh how he hated him in that moment, how good it would feel to smash his paw into that refined face. The face that’s sending him away from all he knew, and threw him into a scenario that he’s not sure he could deal with. How sweet would it feel to impart some of that violence and rage onto him and see if there’s a reaction behind that calm demeanor.
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He leapt onto the desk and crouched down, fists ready to fly against one who closed his eyes and wouldn’t see it coming. Just. One. Punch.
But he couldn’t, he’s not strong enough. Yet. Not till he comes back as a creature of the night that’s befitting of his lineage.
He hopped off the structure and stomped past the door, off into his former quarters.
His grandfather didn’t even tell him he was dismissed, it has already begun.
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He wasn’t thinking as he stormed into his haven and packed his clothes and mementos with unshed tears in his eyes. It meant he couldn’t return home till he finished his schooling, his clan wouldn’t speak to him till it was over. They’d pass by him like the wind without a second glance.
He’d be alone.
It was after some time that he noticed that he kept piling things onto a bag that reached capacity a long time ago.
~~~
With a few calming breaths, and the neutral personality in command, he filled the luggage with the bare necessities required before taking the last walk he’d have in his home for a long time. No one was there to see him off, all the young members were taken to the other hall for their lessons in mythology and hunting & haunting. All the mature clan members like his father, were out patrolling the realm in their sworn duty. The elder, his grandfather never bothered to grace him with his presence at his departure.
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All that left was the picture of Damien’s late mother to console him in his final moments. Her picture was hung next to the mirror that she always glanced over before she left to go meet the realms officials.
A stunning beauty that wore her crimson red curls and a pleasant smile with such grace that it was deemed improper to look at her directly. Oh how he missed her, she’d never have let this happen, she would have laughed at the mere suggestion and try her hardest to take care of the situation on her own.
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He grasped at the locket that was around his neck, her last keepsake she had, a simple silver pendant with a amber jewel placed inside, within the jewel itself was his first lost fang, a tiny little tooth he lost while gnawing on a piece of petrified bark candy. Oh how he wailed that day from the pain of his lost tooth, on the verge of shifting personalities that she stopped with a simple pat on the head, her honey colored eyes showing sympathy as she told him it was ok. If Damien knew that he’d lose her, he would have relished in every moment he had with her.
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He snapped out of his memories as the grandfather clock tolled. It was a majestic device that held the cycle of the moon in its face, roman numerals that were polished to a shine that showed the time. It was 6:66pm. It was time for him to leave. He refused to show emotion on his face, and walked out of the warm, inviting home with his chin up, boots softly clunking on the rug as he turned the brass ornate handle to make his exit.
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Click.
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The door locked behind him as usual, but it never sounded as loud until now. It was deafening. He took the key out of his pocket, a simple brass key that bore the family’s insignia of the three headed dog embossed in its shiny face, it wouldn’t have taken much to insert it and open the lock, it could be done in a heartbeat. But it wasn’t his home for now, just a foreign place that would think of him as nothing but a mirage.
~~~
He cradled the key in his hands, its warmth seeping into the little metal object and placed it into the mailbox that sat next to the door, instantly sucking away the heat it had into nothingness. He had nothing left to do but to hold his head high and trudged his way to the meeting place where his escort will take him to his new home, A place known as Amityville Academy.

YAY SMERDLE!


Many Thanks to TenAiren for the headshot.



(x)Basic Concept art done by Baneyfer~

Everybody needs a little crack art once in awhile. And Demi wants his candy oh so badly... (crack dealer was nekoluch, score me moar rock bby lol )

First crit! whee

What does he think about love, or the opposite gender? (Or the same?) Does the family support that, or do they frown upon it?

Was he raised to guard a certain thing, or just the gates to Hades like the rest of the family? And if so, do they only have one guard at a time, swapping out guards at different times, or...?

Can you also explain WHY he likes sweets? Is it because he's a canine (and we all know they love to seek out the sweets)? :3

If you have time, would you crit Marosa as well? whee

~ A couple of personality tweaks were added in, would love some crit's to fine tune his personality some more, plox.~

You bring up the questions that i've been mulling over for quite some time actually!

I do a lot of my story writing in the wee hours of the morning, I tend to accumulate a lot of errors while sleep writing, thanks for letting me know about it. Proofreading in the very near future, huzzah!

I'm going to add it into the main post but i'll give a little bit of it here.

The personalities function like a grand hallway that has encased glass rooms in it. They can all see whats going on, but only one can stay in the hall and control everything at a single time. The other personalities of course have their own point of view about the situation, but they are placed in those glass rooms, preventing interference with the controlling personality, till a shift happens.

They have never had a group discussion because they have always been kept isolated with each other (if they were not, there might be more harmony between them all and would not have a reason to attend A.A. in the first place).
They will not be able to have an internal conflict till the extra heads naturally form (That's when the zoning out will occur, character development and massive internal debates.)

It actually really does help, I've been wondering how I was going to write this into the character sheet, I guess all it took was a question for the words to flow naturally.

Thank you! <3

i think its a way of saying " keep up the good work"
So that's exactly what I'll do. Thank you Nio <3

Oh wow there is a LOT here. XD

I can't really think of anything much critique-wise, but here's a few questions just out of curiosity...

About how often does he switch from one persona to another?

Does he have any particular goals?

How do each of the personas feel about the other two?

And.... Which persona is responsible for calling Jericho 'puff'? XDD

Good work though!