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 Posted: Thu Oct 04, 2012 7:41 pm
 AMITYVILLE ACADEMY ENROLLMENT FORM Name: Terra Bethel Scythe Nicknames: Gender: female Age: 14 Faction: Reaper Race: Grim Natural Ability: Silent Step: She can move with utter silence and silence everything within a two foot radius for up to three minutes Wild ChildShe doesn’t know how to deal with school--she's never been. Her mother taught her to read and write, tried to teach her to sew, and managed to teach her to cook - she makes great tortillas and red beans and rice, and has a love for spicy. But all of her lessons were either in her home during the evenings--family bonding, you know? Or on the streets where she learned as she lived. She's great at dancing, a fair hand at singing, and can play her violin to make the fallen angels cry. But never has she sat in a classroom and taken notes. She isn't quite sure what this new life expects of her. So to compensate for her lack of knowledge she'll start out by pretending to be like her mother -- a very classy lady. Unfortunately, she won't be very good at it, too much of her hoyden nature showing up, especially when she loses her temper. But Still a ChildShe is, surprisingly, extremely sheltered in her own way. In Los Muertos they believe it takes a village to raise a child, and that's how she's been raised. Everyone knew her, loved her, and kept her out of trouble--but when she gets to school there'll be no one to cover up for her, or rescue her. She's far too curious and hard headed--she's going to get herself into a lot of trouble that way. And she definitely sees herself as the David to everyone else's Goliath-- she's always trying to do the right thing, and those that do right, win!! Right? Also? No tech skills. She only knows what a computer is because she saw one in the library. Televisions are something that are rare and usually in public places, like restaurants. Phones are ancient things and as rare as the televisions--seeing one carried around will shock her. Grieving ChildShe acts tough, she'll launch attacks without a thought, she'll get her revenge on the callous idiota that abandoned her and her mother one day, so what if he's huge and sort of scary?? But she’s alone and she’s lonely. When her mother died, she lost her entire world, pretty much. There was a discussion throughout the town about what should be done with her--there were even a few offers to adopt her, but mostly from families that were too large to begin with, and couldn't afford to raise the kids they already had. A Scythe - Regardless of who knows it. Terra only recently found out that her father’s name was Las Vegas Nevada Scythe. She was raised by her mother in a small town called Los Muertos, where she lived in a small adobe style house, growing up barefoot and wild. Her mother was a Catrina (A spanish style skeleton), so she’s always wondered why she wound up being a reaper. Unfortunately, her mother recently passed away, leaving her with no family and no ties except the neighbors. She found out that her father was still alive not more than a few weeks ago--one of the neighbors let it slip, and is coming to Halloween to find him. When she went to "El Padre" (who is more like one of the leaders of the town) he jumped on the idea of sending her to boarding school--and she didn’t stop him--it was the only way she could afford to come here. But she isn’t expecting a happy reunion with Vegas. HE LEFT THEM. He left her mother to die poor and alone, and he abandoned his child. She wants revenge. (Or so she tells herself.) Why are they enrolled in Amityville Academy? She’s come to find the father she’s never met, and to do that she needs a place to stay--school was the only way that the people of her town would pay for her to come all the way to Halloween Town. She has no plans for the future, never even really thought of it. She’s very much in the now. FEAR Ability: Lo Siento - The Chill. She plays a simple melody that heals herself or her ally. Physical Description: Thin, delicate, waif like female with big silvery blue eyes and strange tattoos. Eye Colour: silver with a hint of blue (Somewhat like Roch's) Hair Colour/Style: long, blonde, straight, falling over her shoulders - for pictures, though, she puts part of it up with flowers, black roses are good! Skin Colour: lightly tanned Clothing Style/Colours: Spanish peasant top, with slits in the arms and large neck, capris or a ruffled peasant skirt, barefoot, colors of black, red - artistic license is love. Extra: She has tattoos (and paint) (the flower on the forehead is permanent, not makeup) of flowers/designs around her eyes and mouth, much like the Catrina skeletons do. Actually, she's working towards the full face. Right now only the forehead is done, she has to paint the white and the rest. She’s also got a musical weapon-- an electric violin, which she has always wondered WTJ about, but will understand when she meets her “family.” Feel to take artistic license with her tattoos on the face, and even the hands if you want! And the weapon--Bitti and I came up with the double headed ax idea<3 References: The tatts/makeup could look something like this!
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2012 8:11 pm
 Q & AQ. What's the Scythe thing about? Is she related to Roch?A. Yes! She's his aunt! And two years younger than he is, the poor guy OTL. For those of you that haven't met his granddad, Vegas, he's... very much the type to get super drunk and wind up with a kid he doesn't even know about. Q. Wait, Vegas doesn't know?A. Is her name Argentina? No, no its not. Vegas has no jackin' CLUE he's got a daughter. He only BARELY remembers the night it happened, and he definitely doesn't remember it the same way her mother did.
Q. How does a reaper and a skeleton... y'know... have a kid?A. Pumpkins. Read the scareling primer. Then you can ask the question of just how long Vegas was drunk that time... And you'd be right. Q. How will Austin (Roch's dad, her half brother) react?A. *Crickets chirping* Q. How will Roch react?A. Surprisingly... I don't see him being that shocked. Or surprised OTL Q. Isn't Vegas sortta... OLD to be a dad?He's around sixty, maybe sixty one -- that makes him in his mid forties when she was born--also, it's been said that FEAR creatures don't tend to age like we do, they last a lot longer. But even human men have kids in their forties, sometimes older. Q. Will she speak Spanish?A. She'll toss in some words here and there, but for the most part she speaks English. She does have an accent, though! Q. Does she have any bad habits?A. TONS. She often forgets to brush her hair, so it gets tangled, she NEVER thinks before she acts, she chews on her fingernails, she uses her violin bow as a back scratcher--oh, she's glaring at me now, so I'll stop. Q. Boils or Ghouls?A. Boils? Honestly she's completely dense when it comes to romance. She's not out to bag a good looking boilfriend, she's out to get reven--oooh, is that a fiesta?? BRB! Q. What will her reaction to Roch be?A. I don't know OTL. I really wanna see that, myself. Terra's pet:  Jorge the Hahyena Have questions, please post!
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Posted: Sat Oct 06, 2012 3:35 pm
It rained the day of the funeral. The entire town lined the street, sobbing dramatically, lacy handkerchiefs pressed to hollow eyesockets. Margarita had died. Terra still remembered the numb sensation that encompassed her that day--she had known her mother would pass soon, she had been warned gently, told that her mother was far older than she looked, and that one day her FEAR would become one with the rest of the world--
It was only fitting, her mother had told her. She had been given so much from this world, a joyful life, a happy family, a wonderful town, and most importantly, she had been given Terra--her little nina. The beautiful Catrina would smile, tilting her head at the reaper child and reaching up with bony fingers to push a strand of wayward blond locks back behind a delicate ear. She would be proud to give back to the world that had so blessed her, her mother whispered with that gentle, loving smile.
What Terra wouldn’t give to see that smile again, the ghoul thought. What she wouldn’t say or do just to feel the gentle touch of bone against skin, hear the beautiful voice of her mother--
She took a deep, shuddering breath, and stepped into the night to wander. All around her were those mourning for her mother. But she couldn’t. She refused to let her go.
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“He was in town just two weeks ago, Padre!”
The voice made Terra jerk, looking down from her hiding spot in the trees. She knew who that voice belonged to--Senora Mordrid was one of the sweetest Catrinas in all of Los Muertes--but she’d never heard it raised like that, and the last person she had expected to see it raised at was El Padre. El Padre, as far as Terra was concerned, could do no wrong. He absolutely couldn’t do anything that merited being yelled at for!
“This is none of his business, Senora,” El Padre said in that calm tone of his. He was a tall, almost delicate looking skeleton--much more given to thinking than action. Sometimes she wondered what he would have looked like with skin like hers--“Senor Vegas is not to be spoken of--“
“He is her FATHER,” Senora snapped. “She is alone in this world now, with nothing to cling to--we offer to take her into our homes but she knows as well, if not better than we how much we cannot afford it! She is a good child, Padre! She deserves another chance--“
“And that reaper is the way to give it to her? No, Senora, we will simply find another family to take her in. And that is the end of this discussion.”
“She has not sang, Padre.”
“It is FINISHED--“
“She has not MOURNED, Padre, she has not even played her violin. Her eyes, her beautiful, shining eyes, they are DEAD. We love her, she knows that as well as we do, but we cannot provide what she needs most. Not now. Let me at least send him a letter--“
“No letters! Do you know who you’re speaking of, Senora? Senor Vegas is a--a drunkard and a gambler! He takes nothing seriously, he has no qualms about leaving behind a family, he is NOT who we will give our precious chiquita to! I know you worry about her, Senora, I worry as well,” he went on in a quieter tone. “But that is not our solution.”
“Then what is?” Senora Mordrid demanded. “What do we do about our chiquita--before it is too late?”
“We hope,” he said quietly, “and we search for a better way.”
Silently Terra curled closer to the tree as the two skeletons walked away. Her mind was full of confusion. Who... was Senor Vegas? Was he...
Her father?
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“Have you ever heard of a Senor Vegas?” Terra asked the next day, dropping down next to the town drunk. Senor Feliz was a broadboned, stout looking skeleton, one that had bones far thicker than arms. He had a bottle of rotgut in one bony hand, and was in the middle of watching the women walking by as they shopped.
“Vegas... Vegas...” he said, turning to look at her with pitch black eyeholes. “Why would a nina need to know about Senor Vegas?”
“I got a silver seed,” she said, holding it up to him. His hand shot out, taking it from her even as he took another gulp of his alcohol. “Now tell me about Senor Vegas.”
“He’s a gringo from that bigwig Halloween Town, likes to come and play with the pu--the senoritas around here once in a while, but don’t get any ideas, chiquita, he’s out of your league--and way too old. He has to be sixty, at least!”
“Too old for what?” Terra asked absently, her mind focused on the two words that meant the most. “Where’s Halloween Town?”
“Too old for--“ he looked at her and let out a dry laugh. “Never mind, chiquita. Halloween Town is the biggest of the big, the place where all the famous people are. They got the best things, the best schools--even had one of their schools on le television. One hoity toity bunch of gringos... what was it called... Samity? Amity? Yeah, Amity! All the things, that school--“
A school? She jumped to her feet, her eyes huge with excitement, and she raced away before he finished what he was saying--
“Always in trouble some way or another.” He stopped, looking around. “Chiquita?”
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Posted: Wed Oct 10, 2012 4:06 pm
There was a computer in the library--the only computer in town. She had no clue how to use it, Terra thought as she stared blankly at the box in the middle of the room. She barely noticed that the librarian was looking at her feet with a very pointed expression. When she did, she was quick to reassure her. “Don’t worry, senora, they’re clean,” she said, looking down at the bare feet in question. “I washed them just last night.”
Then she headed for the computer, walking around the small table that it was on with a curious expression. Hesitantly she stared at the strange piece of plastic in front of it, wondering if those letters were some sort of spell--
“Can I help you,” the librarian said, her tone saying that it was more of a command than an offer.
“I want to learn about schools in Halloween Town,” Terra said, poking the keyboard curiously. Would it bite her or something if she did it wrong?
“Schools?” the librarian repeated, her stern atmosphere seeming to lighten. “Oh, si! This is the perfect place to look into schools! Halloween Town, you say? That’s rather far away--“
“I have family there,” Terra told her, not even lying. “Mi madre, she passed away recently. I am all alone--“
“Oh, pobrecita,” the librarian said, her tone saying that she had softened entirely with that statement. “Let us find you a school! You say your familia, they live in Halloween Town?”
“Si, senorita. Mi Padre, he’s a reaper. He lives there.” She looked down, playing up the pobrecita as much as she dared. “I also think it would be good to start my schooling, no?”
“Of course it would be! Let’s see what schools there are near there--“
“I have heard of one!” Terra offered, looking at the computer. “Amity? Is that what its called?”
“Amityville? It is... a very highly... known school, yes,” the librarian said, hesitating as she sat down in front of the computer. “But there are more than just that there, senorita, I can bring up a list for you to look over!” She started tapping on the various letters, her fingers moving almost too quickly for Terra to see what they were spelling out. A moment later there was a long list of words on the computer front... window, she supposed it was called?
Did tiny little demons live inside and provide all the information? For a moment she was distracted, imagining how fast it would have to paint to get that there so quickly--ah, that poor little demon, she thought, forced to write all day long.
“Senorita!” the librarian said. “Here is your list of schools. There’s many things you should take into account--such as the walking distance from your school to your father’s home--do you know his address?”
“I--no,” Terra admitted. “I don’t.”
“Then tell me his name and I will find him!”
“Oh, um, his name is Senor Vegas.”
“Is that his last name?” the librarian asked.
“I--I don’t know.”
There was a moment of silence before the librarian started typing. A few minutes later she printed out a few sheets, handing them to the ghoul. “You go look all that over and start thinking,” she said. “I have some work to do, myself,” she added, patting the blonde ghoul on the head.
“Muchas Gracias, Senora!” Terra said, racing off with the sheets. When she had left the library, the librarian headed for her desk, pulling out a piece of paper and a quill. She inked the quill and started to write.
Greetings Senor Vegas, I am writing to inform you--
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Vegas stared at the piece of paper in his hand. For a moment the words seemed to blur on the page, but he knew they hadn’t. The writing was beautiful, the type of writing that one took special classes to learn how to do. Each word was perfectly understandable--by itself. But when you put them together, he thought, you had an entire clusterjack of confusion.
“He hasn’t called and the school looks abandoned. Where the jack is my kid?” Austin demanded as he stormed into the casino. “Monica! Have you seen Roch?”
“No! Is something wrong with him?” the pole dancer that had set up house in his casino asked, coming out of the kitchen. She was wearing another of those ridiculous dresses that she’d bought--way too many frills and not nearly enough skin, Vegas noted absently, but he didn’t really notice it. In fact it was only the barest minimum of his brain that was taking in what was going on in the room. The rest of him was desperately trying to remember--
“Hey, you!” Austin snapped, ripping the piece of paper from his hand. “I asked a question. You always know more than you let on, so where is my--“ He stopped, finally seeing Vegas’s face. “You look like someone just shot you,” he muttered. “What is this, anyway?” he asked, looking at the piece of paper he’d just taken.
“Greetings Senor Vegas, I am writing to inform you that your teenage daughter has recently lost her mother and is planning on--“ Austin read, only to stop. “Teenage... daughter?” he repeated. “You...”
“Wh--what?” Monica said, looking as pale as a ghost. “You’ve got a--a daughter? You never told me that!”
“That’s probably because nobody told ME, either,” Vegas said finally. “Just what in the jack...” An imposter, he decided. The kid had to be an imposter--out to squeeze money out of him. Los Muertes was pretty poor, after all. But Monica was panicking and Austin was summoning his weapon, so to defuse the situation he said, “It’s probably a prank. Someone got it in their mind to blackmail me, or use this kid to get some quick cash. When I don’t reply they’ll probably find some other sucker to launch the kid at, no problem.”
“Why do I think you’re lying?” Austin asked, his silver eyes narrowed.
“I’m absolutely not lying. I think.”
“You think?” Austin demanded. “So I might or might not have some teenage little sister three days travel from here? The same age or maybe even younger than my own son?? You jackin’ useless old man! When will you learn to keep your FEAR in your pants??”
Vegas took a drag off of his cigar, trying to calm his own nerves. The most telling thing was, though, the fact that he didn’t reply to that comment.
“I wonder what she’s like...” Monica said.
“What do we tell Roch?” Austin asked.
“Nothing. For now,” Vegas said. “Maybe, if we’re lucky, not ever.”
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Posted: Thu Oct 11, 2012 1:23 am
Crits time! >u< Just a question for the time being : Natural Ability. Actually... Those aren't grim reaper's natural ability o.o (if the word 'grim' in the sub - species things means that she's a grim reaper). Grim reaper's natural ability are Shadow Shift, and Sense Soul, as seen in here! C: If i'm not wrong, you can only choose one natural ability. I'll add more crits next when there's no more exams :3 But in the meantime, just this~
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Posted: Thu Oct 11, 2012 1:56 am
Roses Are Black Killers Crits time! >u< Just a question for the time being : Natural Ability. Actually... Those aren't grim reaper's natural ability o.o (if the word 'grim' in the sub - species things means that she's a grim reaper). Grim reaper's natural ability are Shadow Shift, and Sense Soul, as seen in here! C: If i'm not wrong, you can only choose one natural ability. I'll add more crits next when there's no more exams :3 But in the meantime, just this~ I've actually had a reaper for about a year or so, his name is Roch. If you come up with something reasonable for the species you can ask in the q and a, but as it is the staff will look over the enrollment if she wins and changes will be made then if its unacceptable. But thanks for your crit!
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Posted: Sat Oct 13, 2012 9:28 am
This was the part that she’d been dreading. This was the big moment where she approached El Padre. “Senora Sally forgive me,” she whispered, clasping her hands at her breasts and looking up at the pumpkin sky. “And help me,” she added, feeling guilty of a great sin as she said it. You weren’t supposed to ask Senora Sally for help in deceiving people! That was--that was the complete opposite of what you were supposed to ask for!
But she was still hoping she would get it. She was the worst scareling ever, she thought as she headed for the tall skeleton dressed all in black. “El Padre,” she said.
“Terra!” El Padre replied. “Buenos Dias, Terra. How are you?”
“Bien,” she said. Her hands clenched on the papers in her hands, creasing them for a moment before she took a deep breath and shoved them forward. “Padre, I was thinking that I should go to school.”
He pulled back slightly, showing his surprised at her comment. Then he was silent, tilting his head as he thought. “Well, you are a little young--“
“Fourteen! I’m fourteen! My cumpleanos is in six months and fourteen days and ten hours!”
“Ten hours, you say,” he said with a hint of amusement.
“Si! Nine hours and fifty eight minutes now!”
“I see, I see,” El Padre said, his laughter hinted at in his voice. “Si, you are a young lady now, no?”
“Si! I am growing by the minute! I am ready to take on el mundo!”
“El mundo, you say?”
“Si! I am mucho, mucho fuerte!” she bragged.
“And where do you wish to go to escuela, Terra?” Padre asked.
“Amity!” she said, flipping through the sheets and holding up the information she had had printed on the school. “Es muy famoso!” she said, her eyes bright.
“Si... well... I suppose, since you HAVE put so much thought into this...” he said slowly, taking the sheet from her. “Although... isn’t there an escuela somewhere closer?” He looked at her in an almost pleading manner, then let out a sigh. “Si, si, your corazon is set on this, I can see by the look in your eyes,” he said. “I will... see what I can do, nina.”
“Muchas gracias, Padre!” she said, wrapping her arms around his bony figure in a hug. “I will not let you down, senor.”
“Si... and I will try not to let you down, as well,” he said gently, reaching up a bony hand and patting her cheek. “You have grown up so quickly, my little senorita,” he said. She smiled slightly, tilting her head into his touch. “Now let me consult the others, we will call you when we have an answer.”
“Si,” she said, stepping back and nodding at him. He nodded back and headed away, leaving her to fall to her knees when there was no one watching. Her heart was pounding against her chest so hard, she thought, reaching up and touching her chest. She hadn’t lied...
Yes she had. She had lied by omission. She was such a bad ghoul, she thought, sitting back on her heels. She was doing all of this for revenge, and she was using El Padre to do it.
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Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2012 8:21 am
Terra sat outside the meeting hall, her knees tucked tightly to her chest as she waited for the town to decide her fate. It was hard, even though she knew she should be squealing with happiness as she heard voice after voice agreeing to contribute to her trip to the school, as well as her living expenses. She was to have a monthly amount of money sent to her--one so large that her eyes widened in shock and she barely stopped herself from protesting. The town couldn’t afford something like that! She could work--get a job somewhere, she was certain--
But it was impolite to turn down a loving offer like this, her mother’s voice whispered in her mind. They did this because they loved her. And she would do her best because she loved them, as well. Guilt warred with her, even as she packed her belongings, slipped into her best clothes, and headed for the train station the next morning.
The entire town was there to wish her good luck. She was passed from person to person, hugged and kissed, nameless hands patting her on the head and back, encouraging her, showing how proud they were of their little Terra. A baffled smile pulled at her lips as she took in the well-wishes given to her. When she got to the front she grabbed a box from the corner and stepped onto it.
“I love you all--“ she started out, raising her voice to carry over the crowd. “So very--very much. I will make you all proud.”
“Play for us, chiquita!” Senora Mordrid called up to her. “One last song before you go.”
“Oh--yes, of course, Senora,” Terra said, summoning her violin. It had been so long since she last played, she thought, looking at it and chewing on her bottom lip. Would she be worth listening to? She tuned up her violin, her fingers finding the familiar strings--the feel of her violin so ingrained that it was literally a part of her. Then she started to play, slowly at first, setting up the song, then faster, bringing out the rhythm and melody. She forgot, for a while, that she was being listened to. Forgot that there would be a train coming at any moment. Her entire being was so focused on the song that she almost fell off the box as the train let out a whistle.
A faint flush was hidden by her white makeup as the town started to laugh--but they were clapping, she thought, so she grinned at them, righting herself and dragging the box to where it belonged. “I ah, am a little rusty,” she admitted. “But I will work on my playing as well!” she promised. For a moment she smiled, truly feeling like she was doing exactly what they expected of her--that she was heading off to get a good education and become a wonderful representation of their home town--the sensation was almost making her light headed. She would make them proud! She would--
She was only going for revenge. Her face fell slightly as she looked down at her feet. She was a terrible scareling--she would shame her town. But--but it was for her mother, she thought, her expression growing stubborn as she looked up again. “I will--I will write,” she promised. “Once a week! I will write all about what I am doing and learning!”
El Padre stepped forward, looking at her with fondness. “We know, chiquita. We will write as well,” he promised, pulling her into a hug. A tear escaped her, trickling down her cheek as she hugged him back.
“If--if the band comes through town again--could you tell Senor Gomez where I have gone?” she asked. “I do not want to be considered ungrateful.”
“Of course. But he has told you before, you have outshone him--“
“I have not,” she said, pulling away. “I still have much to learn. He flatters me.” She smiled though, looking up at the tall skeleton. “I enjoy it.”
El Padre started laughing--an honest, surprised laugh that had the rest of the crowd joining in. She headed for Senora Mordrid, tugging the older female into a hug as well. “Gracias,” she whispered against the beautiful skeleton’s dress. “So very much.”
A gentle hand reached up, fixing her wayward blonde hair. “You can repay me by becoming the woman I know you will become,” Senora Mordrid said with playful strictness.
“Si.”
“That means wearing shoes, chiquita.”
“Is there some sort of... compromise I could ask for?” Terra asked, making a face at the very idea.
“ALLLL ABOOOAARRRRDDD!”
“I should go,” Terra said as she pulled away from the Catrina. “I will write!” she added again, grabbing her bags and heading for the train. “¡Hasta luego!!” she called to them. She wouldn’t say adios. Not now. Because she fully planned on seeing them later.
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Posted: Thu Nov 01, 2012 6:55 pm
It was quiet in the administration office. Too quiet. Rapier Musical Wit Gnome decided to remark on this by cleverly singing a few bars of the Slimin and Garfungus hit, The Sound of Silence. But when he opened his mouth, not a single sound came out.
Joke's on you, Rapier Musical Wit Gnome.
Joke's on you.
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