Name: "Death-Wish" Dustin.
Age: 15
D.O.B: June 13th
P.O.B: Dead Island, Sasutaan.
Ethnicity: Gypsy
Height: 5'9
Weight: 122lbs
Sexual Orientation: None.
Personality: Schizophrenic, Cold-Hearted, Lonely, Enigmatic, Charismatic, Mysterious, Suicidal, Sacrificial.
Likes: Seeing 'them' suffer.
Dislikes: Cliques, Saints, Heroes, 'Them'.
Good Traits: Charisma
Bad Traits: Selfishness.
Hobbies: None.
Strengths: Inducing words.
Weakness: ???
Fears: Nothing, Claims he is the incarnation of what should be feared.
Family: None.
Crushes: Death.
Rivals: Christian of a Higher Consciousness.
Fav Food: Nothing.
Fighting Style(s)[Optional]: Yamijutsu.
Powers: Umbragenesis
Clique/Role: "Savior of the Sheeple".
Weapons: None.
Quote/Catchphrase: You could've flew with vultures, but you'll die with the heroes.
Bio:
This curse, I was born with it. These scars, I was born with them. You see, there was this boy....named Dustin. A problem child unloved and exposed to the harsh actuality that was that he was...'unique'. I wished my family would say it that way...that is...if I had that luxury. They were all gone, not even realizing the pain that their very youngest endured. In terms of people, all I'd ever known was 'them'.
'They' would say it differently. 'They' would call me 'freak', 'strange', weird'. I would run away with tears running down my cheek, troubled breathing, looking for a sympathetic shoulder to express my feelings of loneliness. There was no one there for me.
My curse was my 'gift'. The abilities of an umbra, the abilities to manipulate darkness. It was befitting of a lonely sole such as me. My tears couldn't make anyone feel anything, my powers warranted my psychological torture, so it would only be right if I got the best out of it. No longer would I have to hide my powers from the moral lacking sheeple, afraid of verbal repercussions, no! They became an injured boy's crutch.
That 'crutch' helped me escape, invade their dreams, become their nightmares and live with them forever.
Now, I noticed that a few have wondered where my little title originated from. "Death-wish"?
Because of my traumatizing experiences, I would frequently attempt suicide, but I would never be able to kill myself. I never knew why, but I couldn't. Maybe a higher power put me here for purposes paramount to greatness. I would never truly understand. I would always be under the notion that I was put here for greater purposes because with every failed attempt was a reassured confidence. Maybe it was void mother, or father. I took all of those notions with me when I entered Will-Cookiams.
As I entered the zoo full of vane, self-serving savages called Will-Cookiams, I came to two conclusions: 1. These people are bigger sheep than 'them'. 2. All they need is guidance from a leader who'll never tell them anything wrong.
With a year's time spent there, I met a man, a religious sheep, claiming to be a revolutionary enthusiast who calls himself "Christian of a Higher Consciousness". The boy thinks he can change the world off of backless banters, spreading his God fearing agenda, but no! I don't listen to such blasphemous filth, because I am the manifestation of a nightmare, I am the incarnation of fear! Hahaha...I told him.
Name: Caitlin Sjostrand
Age: 17
D.O.B: October 7th
P.O.B: Levington, Sasuutan
Ethnicity: Swedish
Height: 5'9
Weight: 110lbs
Grade: Senior
Sexual Orientation: Homosexual
Personality: Noble, Farsighted, Incisive, Meticulous
Likes: Catching people in lies. Proving she isn't weak, Baby animals, Dairy
Dislikes: Family Guy, Small adult dogs, Babies, Disorganization
Good Traits: Reassuring
Bad Traits: Being over-suspicious over miniscule matters
Hobbies: Reading girly magazines, Volunteering at a Pet salon
Strengths: Remembering acute details
Weakness: Dairy intolerant
Fears: Failing her mission and family
Family: Agata Sjostrand (mother), Erland Sjostrand (father)
Crushes: Unknown
Rivals: Classified
Fav Food: Pitepalt dumpling and Meat balls
Fighting Style(s)[Optional]: Family taught Judo
Powers: Elemental Breath
Clique/Role: LHA; Second-in-Command
Weapons: 9MM(Tranquilizer)
Quote/Catchphrase: You know nothing of warfare.
Bio: Cailin Sjostrand, 17 years. I am Vice captain and shield for LHA of Willi-Cookiams. My father is a retired drill sergeant while my mother woks for the secret service. Being the only child and a female at that, my father made sure I was ale to protect and defend myself when times were called into action. So, I was putting into training just as quickly as I could walk. He readied me to train myself mentally, psychically and emotionally, along with a strict diet.
He was against dairy products for building muscle so instead those were replaced by supplements. Everything else was fair game though every once and a while I was given a reward of a cheesecake and such. But, my body had already arranged itself to manage without dairy. So much that it is able to ferment the product, causing a sort of alcholic standing, which is to why I go into a drunken state whenever I ingest that source.
Moving into things, I grew up a simple life. Soccer practice, ballet, worrying about looks, etc. Middle school I felt an urge to be different, meaning, I realized my feel for the opposite sex was not sexual nor romantic. One could blame my father's tales and warnings for my orientation but the rotten boy's themselves were also to blame. Let's just say grand kids should not be anticipated. I actually met Cassie in my third year of middle school. We even dated for that year since she was confused. Yes, it is somewhat awkward to always be around her nowadays but I have been taught to endure.
The reason I joined LHA is very simplistic. My mother informed me of Alec being the child of her boss and this meant protecting him was her job, and mine so, I accepted the task on her behave, befriending and egging him into the right directions of a leader after our Sophomore year in High. As idiotic and Easy going as he can be, Alec does seem to have a sound head on his shoulders. I'm sure after this is all said and done, we'll still be seeing each other no matter what,
Name: Setsori Tsuna
Age: 16
D.O.B: July 24th
P.O.B: Haven Monarch, Sasutaan.
Ethnicity: Japanese.
Height: 5'9
Weight: 139lbs
Grade: 11th
Sexual Orientation: Hetero
Personality: Hipster-ish, Boisterous, Teasing, Arrogant, Flirty.
Likes: Feel Music, Spoken Word, One-night stands, Selfies, His hair, Expensive material items, Loud arenas, The Spotlight, Girls who play hard to get
Dislikes: Guns, Preps, 6:00am to 11:20am, Fangirls hiding under his bed.
Good Traits: Potential.
Bad Traits: Thinking his charms'll work on everbody
Hobbies: Combing his hair,
Strengths: Doubt inducement.
Weakness: People who can figure him out.
Fears: Losing his singing voice.
Family: Yukie Suna (Mother), Hanajika (Grandmother).
Crushes: Sara (only physical), Caitlyn (op), Tulip (op), Sarah (op).
Rivals: Tulip, Alichi, Lyon.
Fav Food: Cinnamon Rolls.
Fighting Style(s)[Optional]: Tricking.
Powers: Siren Song, Sonic Waves
Clique/Role: Cult/Regular Member.
Weapons: Microphone with an electric cord.
Quote/Catchphrase: Set-Meister does it again!
Bio:
For all my fangirls and anti-fanboys, I'm going to verbally dish you something that tastes like cinnamon, sounds like your favorite song, and feels like the first time you've ever got laid- which, for all you anti-fanboys, would be never, so from this point on, you are excluded.
I'll paint a crystal clear, picture perfect portrait for you.
Haven Monarch some 16 years ago on July 24th, I was birthed. Granny Hana raised me while mom was busy teaching her ninjutsu class. She, Granny that is, always played pop music around the house whenever mom was out and we'd bring out guitars, drum-sets, all sorts of instruments just to rock out. My bros Aeneas, and Brazil would come over and party. We were only 9, so chicks were useless.
Mom wasn't having that. She came home one random Wednesday and decided I wasn't going to be soft. I couldn't help it. I was 9. Didn't even know how to count past 32.
One free day that she let her students train however they wanted in her facility, she brings my friends and I into one of her sessions and tells us to fit in somewhere. I didn't know who to talk to, everyone looked busy, or too scary. I was missing my pop music. One of the more friendlier guys came over to me, and asked me what was I about. I told him I was a fun lover, a party animal; that I liked attention. He then asked me why wasn't I a singer. Me, not being able to think of that, mentally kicked myself. The dude told me that he would help me with my moves, against mom's unspoken wishes, and that's how I got my groove. I couldn't be a ninja because there is nothing subtle or stealthy about the Set-Meister, but he helped me perfect a style that suited me.
Tricking. It was perfect. Flipping, twisting, spinning, aerials, Set-Meister likey.
Fast-Forward 7 years and I'm a master at tricking, and an award winning pop-star. Who knew!?
Me, obviously. Oh, and I go to Will-Cookiams and am in the Cult of Currency.
But enough about them, back to me- *gets yanked away*
Name: Savannah Flowers-Flanagan.
Age: 28
D.O.B: June 16th
P.O.B: Haven Monarch, Sasutaan
Ethnicity: Solarian. (Made up)
Height: 5'7
Weight: 139lbs
Occupation: Counselor.
Sexual Orientation: Hetero
Personality: Independent, Quick-witted, Self-aware, Authentic, Discrete, Patient, Cynical (when not Counseling)
Likes: Her job, Green Tea, All of her patients, Wine.
Dislikes: When people says she acts likes Megara from 'Hercules'.
Good Traits: Availability.
Bad Traits: Guzzling wine all the time.
Hobbies: Yoga, watching The Sopranos.
Strengths: Analytical insight.
Weakness: Her brothers.
Fears: Her father's wrath.
Family: King Rugal Flowers-Flanagan (Father), Queen Esmeralda Flowers-Flanagan, (Mother), Melrose Flowers-Flanagan (younger brother), Sevyn Flowers-Flanagan
Crushes: None.
Rivals: None.
Fav Food: Pineapples.
Fighting Style(s)[Optional]: Wing Chun.
Powers: Telepathy, Omnilingualism, Mysticism (Increases 10fold on her birthday/Queendom Come)
Clique/Role: None.
Weapons: None.
Quote/Catchphrase: Tale.
Bio:
Hear hear, young ones, hear my tale.
I was born into the main family in the Haven Monarch, to Queen Esy and King Ruggy. Oh my god, I was their princess. I was their first born, so they spoiled me. I had a normal Cult life. That was only because they didn't know me all that well to begin with.
I never wanted the Cult life. Sure, the jewels and the kinky cuisine were wonderful, but all that stress, having to bow to people I didn't respect, waving to adoring people who really needed to get a social life, saying 'Yes, father' like a trained puppet wasn't me. Years later, I had two lovable little brothers to take care of and that was it for me. Those two boys were my only obligation. I changed all of their diapers -didn't want the nanny touching them-, fed them, bathed them; practically raised them through toddlerhood. For a while, I was content with life. Of course, like every triumph story goes, there was adversity. Ruggy arranged my marriage with this red-headed, fuddy-duddy named Baylor. I didn't know him, wasn't interested, but I was forced. No...I wasn't. I did the stuff of heroines, and ditched that place as fast as I could.
Ruggy and Esy banished me from the kingdom like the wonderful parents they are. My two brothers were left behind in capable hands, and I went to find shelter in Liridge. I moved by myself, holding a lot of fortune to my name. My highly anticipated powers kicked in, giving me full independence. I was a master at Wing-Chun, too. That helped. At 15 I was on my own, what a tale, right? Right. I became a local celebrity around my neighborhood for always being a good friend to the much more genuine society I was apart of; in comparison to back 'home'. Everyone there was a 'Yes' man. All of the people in my neighborhood were regular individuals. We had a lot of good conversations. Too good, actually. Everybody flocked to me, probably viewing this flame-topped cynic as a sort of counselor. I never knew that I was such a good talker.
I signed up for this school called Deayvieraun because I was looking something in my new found specialty...counseling. Ha. What a tale.
Yeah, I'm not done. I also feel offended. I graduated Deayvieraun, became a Counselor, got a spot at the one place I didn't want.
Will-Cookiams.
The Cult of Currency kiddies are always scholars there.
I did mention I felt offended, right? Yeah, that's because one of my brothers doesn't recognize me. I'll see if he does this year.
Name: Lico "The Crimson Wraith" Gravas
Age: 17 (4 based on Leap years)
D.O.B: February 29
P.O.B: Satin Island, Sasutaan
Ethnicity: Mongolian
Height: 5'11
Weight: 159lbs
Sexual Orientation: Hetero...I suppose
Personality: Nihilistic,Neurotic, Enigmatic, Complex,Freewheeling
Likes: Disarray, Human(Natural) reactions, Spontaneous events, Science, Ways of Art
Dislikes: Boredom, Non-explosive reactions, Vanilla Ice cream, Close-minded
Good Traits: Stoic, Multi-leveled
Bad Traits: Treacherous, Macabre, Diabolical
Hobbies: Sculpting, Alchemy
Strengths: Pain Immune, Intimidation
Weakness: Under-trusting, Admirable Art
Fears: A Perfect world
Family: Mother/Father(Deceased), Emee(Grandmother)
Crush: June(For giggles), Sarrah(For fun)
Rivals: Anyone that peaks his interest
Fav Food: Guriltai Shul
Fighting Style(s)[Optional]: Iron claw Tae Kwon Do
Powers: Alchemy/Soul Sacrifice
Clique/Role: Student Council-Second in Command of the South Eastern Wing Section
Quote/Catchphrase: My my, thinks are getting quite interesting.
Bio:
Ah ah, no need to wait for answers about me. If it's what this is for then I'll gladly answer honestly. Yes, I am the Crimson Wraith and no, I do not worship some Demonic overlord. Though you'll probably learn of why I have TCW as an alias.
Going forth in life, I was conceived unintentionally and because of which-Like most accidental pregnancies- I was the main target from ruining my family's happiness and future. How funny, yes? My father egged and convinced my mother to participate in a unprotected sexual act and couldn't blame his own self for not pulling out sooner. Nope, I was deemed a failure yet I was a quiet child that enjoyed art. A dark spawn yet respectful, a cretin yet intelligent. Heh, we men are such animals, huh? Nothing can be right if we know we're not wrong.
Minus my father's abusive words, I continued on as my agreement with my mother and emee. That's grandmother in Mongolian by the way. Proceeding with my aging, I felt myself changing from my old adolescent self into a boy who actually enjoyed the chaos that erupted from the countless arguments and police arrivals. The first to the window and the last to be in the house after they all left in frustration. Maybe this feeling of chaotic lust hit me when my father threw a beer bottle at a performer during a play in his drunk rage. Coincidentally starting the first ever riot at a Beauty and the Beast musical over the Beast's mask not correctly being on. I'll never forget that night. Not just because that was the day I craved carnage but...It was the day I killed him after I found my mom's lifeless body in their bedroom. The blood was about all dry, meaning it was done before the play. She was at work? Heh. So, he came at me, beat me up, stabbed me....That's when I learned I did not know what pain was, that was when I yanked the knife out and.....Now I live alone with my grandmother.
Willi-Cookiams is it's own little world. Lots of fun to be there, tons of resources as well. The Student Council and how I joined it? Well, I figured messing with one of the strongest would prove how this school is ran and surely I received my answer. Whei beat me and then asked me to join the council for some reason. That one question made me realize he was truly interesting....Oh, I agreed of course, just in case you were wondering.
Name: Genevieve Arios
Age: 17
D.O.B: April 12th
P.O.B: Kenta City, Sasutaan
Ethnicity: Armenian.
Height: 5'6
Weight: 121lbs
Sexual Orientation: Hetero
Personality: Collected, Loving, Trusting, Empathic, Incisive, Magnanimous (mostly), Neurotic (over Sebastian), Open-Minded, Non-Judgemental.
Likes: Jak X, Survivor, Ravens.
Dislikes: Mirajane, people who annoy her, greed.
Good Traits: Adaptability.
Bad Traits: Over-trusting people.
Hobbies: Anything involving a TV.
Strengths: Weapon combat.
Weakness: Sebastian.
Fears: Dishonoring anyone.
Family: Ernest Cox (Father), Felicity Arios (Mother), Otto Arios (younger brother).
Crushes: Sebastian (Formerly).
Rivals: Mirajane.
Fav Food: Chili.
Fighting Style(s)[Optional]: She-Quan, Assassination techniques, Gun-Kata.
Powers: Camouflage, Healing Factor, Environment Adaptation.
Clique/Role: Second-in-Command.
Weapons: 2 Pistols, Poison caps on both sets of middle and index fingers.
Quote/Catchphrase: Don't take my kindness for weakness.
Bio:
My name is Genevieve Arios and this is my story.
Born in Kenta City, Sasutaan to 2 parents who were apart of the most notorious crime syndicate, the Regicidal Wolves, life was kinda interesting. Dukes was a dropper(spy), and assassin of the highest regards, the police couldn't even trace her, although they knew it was her. Being able to Camouflage and Shape-Shift down to a tee made her the baddest chick in the city. I would put a tie on that spunky lady, she's business in high-heels.
Daddy was a smoke manipulator, he took a lot of guy's skins off. He was like one of the classic Tony Montana dudes, with a side-kick named Tommy. Tommy Gun 'where's my monet?', that is.
Bounty Hunters were always at my door so me and my younger brother, Otto, had to always hide in the safe-house under the basement. Dad knew that that wasn't the way to live, so he put me with a family called the Tessmachers, and their aunt, Militia.
I met this brooding boy named Raven, and his chippy sister named June. June and I were the same, but she was a year older, and a lot tougher. Turns out, her father was the head of the Regicidal Wolves. We became best friends- no, sisters. That girl protected me with her life, and Raven protected us all.
I met other kids from the other families, and we clicked. We were down for each other. Didn't have the loads of loot everyone else had, even with our parents being mobsters, but we all had an unbreakable bond.
So, I turn 15, enter Will-Cookiams, the school my mobster parents attended, and everything goes well.
Enter Sebastian Brando.
Rival clique member.
Prince Charming, love of my life. The sweetest, most caring gentleman you could ever meet. It was like a sexier version of Romeo and Juliet. We weren't supposed to be together. June wouldn't allow it, his leader wouldn't allow it, but we had to defy them.
We got together, love bloomed for me finally.
The end of my sophomore year...it changed. He changed.
Caught him cheating on me with his new flame, Mirajane. Boy, I was a wreck. It was so much hell. I found out that this was a 6 month long scheme just to break me. A half of a year plotting to break my heart and tear me down. They used my biggest weakness against me and you could say that they got one over on me, but I couldn't because....
I remain. I'm still standing, and when they pulled the most despicable act against me, that lit the fire on a brewing war. They set in motion the wheels of their own downfall. Even when my brother and I got to Sebastian and were ready to make him pay....I couldn't. We still won that war. As I remain here, as strong as possible, with my family by my side...my feelings for that boy haven't subsided.
Name: [url=http://i1143.photobucket.com/albums/n621/xman1997/Mobile%20Uploads/image_zps5bdfcede.jpg]Genevieve Arios[/url]
Age: 17
D.O.B: April 12th
P.O.B: Kenta City, Sasutaan
Ethnicity: Armenian.
Height: 5'6
Weight: 121lbs
Sexual Orientation: Hetero
Personality: Collected, Loving, Trusting, Empathic, Incisive, Magnanimous (mostly), Neurotic (over Sebastian), Open-Minded, Non-Judgemental.
Likes: Jak X, Survivor, Ravens.
Dislikes: Mirajane, people who annoy her, greed.
Good Traits: Adaptability.
Bad Traits: Over-trusting people.
Hobbies: Anything involving a TV.
Strengths: Weapon combat.
Weakness: Sebastian.
Fears: Dishonoring anyone.
Family: Ernest Cox (Father), Felicity Arios (Mother), Otto Arios (younger brother).
Crushes: Sebastian (Formerly).
Rivals: Mirajane.
Fav Food: Chili.
Fighting Style(s)[Optional]: She-Quan, Assassination techniques, Gun-Kata.
Powers: Camouflage, Healing Factor, Environment Adaptation.
Clique/Role: Second-in-Command.
Weapons: 2 Pistols, Poison caps on her both sets of middle and index fingers.
Quote/Catchphrase: Don't take my kindness for weakness.
Bio:
My name is Genevieve Arios and this is my story.
Born in Kenta City, Sasutaan to 2 parents who were apart of the most notorious crime syndicate, the Regicidal Wolves, life was kinda interesting. Hearing gun-fire, police sirens, and shell-casings on the street were just as common as breathing. It didn't bother me much, that was I all knew. Dukes(mom) was always at the gambling hall looting the machines with her mob wives, while my daddy was always at the pool hall, hustling people who dared to challenge him. They were like Bonnie and Clyde, always into something.
Dukes was a dropper(spy), and assassin of the highest regards, the police couldn't even trace her, although they knew it was her. Being able to Camouflage and Shape-Shift down to a tee made her the baddest chick in the city. I would put a tie on that spunky lady, she's business in high-heels.
Daddy was a smoke manipulator, he took a lot of guy's skins off. He was like one of the classic Tony Montana dudes, with a side-kick named Tommy. Tommy Gun 'where's my [i]buddy[/i]?', that is.
Aah, I love those criminals, needless to say. They gave me all I ever wanted. Not that that was much. The only thing I didn't have though....was company. Mom and Daddy weren't ever home. I had to care for my brother and I by myself because if my folks were home as much as I'd like them to be, they'd be dead.
Bounty Hunters were always at my door, so Otto, my brother and I had to always hide in the safe-house under the basement. Dad knew that that wasn't the way to live, so he put me with a family called the Tessmachers, and their aunt, Militia.
I met this brooding boy named Raven, and his chippy sister named June. June and I were the same, but her parents were home often. Turns out, her father was the head of the Regicidal Wolves. We became best friends- no, [i]sisters[/i]. That girl protected me with her life, and Raven protected us all.
I met other kids from the other families, and we clicked. We were down for each other. Didn't have the loads of loot everyone else had, even with our parents being mobsters, but we all had an unbreakable bond.
So, I turn 15, enter Will-Cookiams, the school my mobster parents attended, and everything goes well.
Enter Sebastian.
Rival clique member.
Prince Charming, love of my life. The sweetest, most caring gentleman you could ever meet. It was like a sexier version of Romeo and Juliet. We weren't supposed to be together. June wouldn't allow it, his leader wouldn't allow it, but we [i]had[/i] to defy them.
We got together, love bloomed for me finally.
The end of my sophomore year...it changed. He changed.
First, it was the neglect, then not replying to texts; second, it was the lying, missing dates. 3rd...the cheating.
Caught him cheating on me with his new flame, Mirajane. Boy, I was a wreck. I
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Age: 16
D.O.B: May 11th
P.O.B: Rikaron, Sasuutan
Ethnicity: Sasuutan Native
Height: 5'8
Weight: 139lbs
Grade: Junior
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Personality: Athletic, Amiable,Clever, Fun-loving
Likes: Her friends, Ducks, Confusing people, Tiny ducks
Dislikes: Pigeons, Pigs, Dust, Spiders
Good Traits: Resourceful
Bad Traits: Meddlesome
Hobbies: Searching for Sound bytes, Making up words(Creating her own internet language)
Strengths: Vulcan, Concentration
Weakness: Joker, Ducks
Fears: Being sucked into someone's mind
Family: Roddric Clint (father), Erlene Clint (mother)
Crushes: None
Rivals: Kuroka
Fav Food: Apple pie and Peeps
Fighting Style(s)[Optional]: Gun Sau
Powers: Telepathy, Slight Telekinesis
Clique/Role: LHA
Weapons: Totalicious(Gun in picture)
Quote/Catchphrase: Whoop whoop!
Bio: -To be Continued in story-
Age: 15
D.O.B: June 13th
P.O.B: Dead Island, Sasutaan.
Ethnicity: Gypsy
Height: 5'9
Weight: 122lbs
Sexual Orientation: None.
Personality: Schizophrenic, Cold-Hearted, Lonely, Enigmatic, Charismatic, Mysterious, Suicidal, Sacrificial.
Likes: Seeing 'them' suffer.
Dislikes: Cliques, Saints, Heroes, 'Them'.
Good Traits: Charisma
Bad Traits: Selfishness.
Hobbies: None.
Strengths: Inducing words.
Weakness: ???
Fears: Nothing, Claims he is the incarnation of what should be feared.
Family: None.
Crushes: Death.
Rivals: Christian of a Higher Consciousness.
Fav Food: Nothing.
Fighting Style(s)[Optional]: Yamijutsu.
Powers: Umbragenesis
Clique/Role: "Savior of the Sheeple".
Weapons: None.
Quote/Catchphrase: You could've flew with vultures, but you'll die with the heroes.
Bio:
This curse, I was born with it. These scars, I was born with them. You see, there was this boy....named Dustin. A problem child unloved and exposed to the harsh actuality that was that he was...'unique'. I wished my family would say it that way...that is...if I had that luxury. They were all gone, not even realizing the pain that their very youngest endured. In terms of people, all I'd ever known was 'them'.
'They' would say it differently. 'They' would call me 'freak', 'strange', weird'. I would run away with tears running down my cheek, troubled breathing, looking for a sympathetic shoulder to express my feelings of loneliness. There was no one there for me.
My curse was my 'gift'. The abilities of an umbra, the abilities to manipulate darkness. It was befitting of a lonely sole such as me. My tears couldn't make anyone feel anything, my powers warranted my psychological torture, so it would only be right if I got the best out of it. No longer would I have to hide my powers from the moral lacking sheeple, afraid of verbal repercussions, no! They became an injured boy's crutch.
That 'crutch' helped me escape, invade their dreams, become their nightmares and live with them forever.
Now, I noticed that a few have wondered where my little title originated from. "Death-wish"?
Because of my traumatizing experiences, I would frequently attempt suicide, but I would never be able to kill myself. I never knew why, but I couldn't. Maybe a higher power put me here for purposes paramount to greatness. I would never truly understand. I would always be under the notion that I was put here for greater purposes because with every failed attempt was a reassured confidence. Maybe it was void mother, or father. I took all of those notions with me when I entered Will-Cookiams.
As I entered the zoo full of vane, self-serving savages called Will-Cookiams, I came to two conclusions: 1. These people are bigger sheep than 'them'. 2. All they need is guidance from a leader who'll never tell them anything wrong.
With a year's time spent there, I met a man, a religious sheep, claiming to be a revolutionary enthusiast who calls himself "Christian of a Higher Consciousness". The boy thinks he can change the world off of backless banters, spreading his God fearing agenda, but no! I don't listen to such blasphemous filth, because I am the manifestation of a nightmare, I am the incarnation of fear! Hahaha...I told him.
He can fly with vultures...or die with heroes.
Age: 17
D.O.B: October 7th
P.O.B: Levington, Sasuutan
Ethnicity: Swedish
Height: 5'9
Weight: 110lbs
Grade: Senior
Sexual Orientation: Homosexual
Personality: Noble, Farsighted, Incisive, Meticulous
Likes: Catching people in lies. Proving she isn't weak, Baby animals, Dairy
Dislikes: Family Guy, Small adult dogs, Babies, Disorganization
Good Traits: Reassuring
Bad Traits: Being over-suspicious over miniscule matters
Hobbies: Reading girly magazines, Volunteering at a Pet salon
Strengths: Remembering acute details
Weakness: Dairy intolerant
Fears: Failing her mission and family
Family: Agata Sjostrand (mother), Erland Sjostrand (father)
Crushes: Unknown
Rivals: Classified
Fav Food: Pitepalt dumpling and Meat balls
Fighting Style(s)[Optional]: Family taught Judo
Powers: Elemental Breath
Clique/Role: LHA; Second-in-Command
Weapons: 9MM(Tranquilizer)
Quote/Catchphrase: You know nothing of warfare.
Bio: Cailin Sjostrand, 17 years. I am Vice captain and shield for LHA of Willi-Cookiams. My father is a retired drill sergeant while my mother woks for the secret service. Being the only child and a female at that, my father made sure I was ale to protect and defend myself when times were called into action. So, I was putting into training just as quickly as I could walk. He readied me to train myself mentally, psychically and emotionally, along with a strict diet.
He was against dairy products for building muscle so instead those were replaced by supplements. Everything else was fair game though every once and a while I was given a reward of a cheesecake and such. But, my body had already arranged itself to manage without dairy. So much that it is able to ferment the product, causing a sort of alcholic standing, which is to why I go into a drunken state whenever I ingest that source.
Moving into things, I grew up a simple life. Soccer practice, ballet, worrying about looks, etc. Middle school I felt an urge to be different, meaning, I realized my feel for the opposite sex was not sexual nor romantic. One could blame my father's tales and warnings for my orientation but the rotten boy's themselves were also to blame. Let's just say grand kids should not be anticipated. I actually met Cassie in my third year of middle school. We even dated for that year since she was confused. Yes, it is somewhat awkward to always be around her nowadays but I have been taught to endure.
The reason I joined LHA is very simplistic. My mother informed me of Alec being the child of her boss and this meant protecting him was her job, and mine so, I accepted the task on her behave, befriending and egging him into the right directions of a leader after our Sophomore year in High. As idiotic and Easy going as he can be, Alec does seem to have a sound head on his shoulders. I'm sure after this is all said and done, we'll still be seeing each other no matter what,
Age: 16
D.O.B: July 24th
P.O.B: Haven Monarch, Sasutaan.
Ethnicity: Japanese.
Height: 5'9
Weight: 139lbs
Grade: 11th
Sexual Orientation: Hetero
Personality: Hipster-ish, Boisterous, Teasing, Arrogant, Flirty.
Likes: Feel Music, Spoken Word, One-night stands, Selfies, His hair, Expensive material items, Loud arenas, The Spotlight, Girls who play hard to get
Dislikes: Guns, Preps, 6:00am to 11:20am, Fangirls hiding under his bed.
Good Traits: Potential.
Bad Traits: Thinking his charms'll work on everbody
Hobbies: Combing his hair,
Strengths: Doubt inducement.
Weakness: People who can figure him out.
Fears: Losing his singing voice.
Family: Yukie Suna (Mother), Hanajika (Grandmother).
Crushes: Sara (only physical), Caitlyn (op), Tulip (op), Sarah (op).
Rivals: Tulip, Alichi, Lyon.
Fav Food: Cinnamon Rolls.
Fighting Style(s)[Optional]: Tricking.
Powers: Siren Song, Sonic Waves
Clique/Role: Cult/Regular Member.
Weapons: Microphone with an electric cord.
Quote/Catchphrase: Set-Meister does it again!
Bio:
For all my fangirls and anti-fanboys, I'm going to verbally dish you something that tastes like cinnamon, sounds like your favorite song, and feels like the first time you've ever got laid- which, for all you anti-fanboys, would be never, so from this point on, you are excluded.
I'll paint a crystal clear, picture perfect portrait for you.
Haven Monarch some 16 years ago on July 24th, I was birthed. Granny Hana raised me while mom was busy teaching her ninjutsu class. She, Granny that is, always played pop music around the house whenever mom was out and we'd bring out guitars, drum-sets, all sorts of instruments just to rock out. My bros Aeneas, and Brazil would come over and party. We were only 9, so chicks were useless.
Mom wasn't having that. She came home one random Wednesday and decided I wasn't going to be soft. I couldn't help it. I was 9. Didn't even know how to count past 32.
One free day that she let her students train however they wanted in her facility, she brings my friends and I into one of her sessions and tells us to fit in somewhere. I didn't know who to talk to, everyone looked busy, or too scary. I was missing my pop music. One of the more friendlier guys came over to me, and asked me what was I about. I told him I was a fun lover, a party animal; that I liked attention. He then asked me why wasn't I a singer. Me, not being able to think of that, mentally kicked myself. The dude told me that he would help me with my moves, against mom's unspoken wishes, and that's how I got my groove. I couldn't be a ninja because there is nothing subtle or stealthy about the Set-Meister, but he helped me perfect a style that suited me.
Tricking. It was perfect. Flipping, twisting, spinning, aerials, Set-Meister likey.
Fast-Forward 7 years and I'm a master at tricking, and an award winning pop-star. Who knew!?
Me, obviously. Oh, and I go to Will-Cookiams and am in the Cult of Currency.
But enough about them, back to me- *gets yanked away*
Age: 28
D.O.B: June 16th
P.O.B: Haven Monarch, Sasutaan
Ethnicity: Solarian. (Made up)
Height: 5'7
Weight: 139lbs
Occupation: Counselor.
Sexual Orientation: Hetero
Personality: Independent, Quick-witted, Self-aware, Authentic, Discrete, Patient, Cynical (when not Counseling)
Likes: Her job, Green Tea, All of her patients, Wine.
Dislikes: When people says she acts likes Megara from 'Hercules'.
Good Traits: Availability.
Bad Traits: Guzzling wine all the time.
Hobbies: Yoga, watching The Sopranos.
Strengths: Analytical insight.
Weakness: Her brothers.
Fears: Her father's wrath.
Family: King Rugal Flowers-Flanagan (Father), Queen Esmeralda Flowers-Flanagan, (Mother), Melrose Flowers-Flanagan (younger brother), Sevyn Flowers-Flanagan
Crushes: None.
Rivals: None.
Fav Food: Pineapples.
Fighting Style(s)[Optional]: Wing Chun.
Powers: Telepathy, Omnilingualism, Mysticism (Increases 10fold on her birthday/Queendom Come)
Clique/Role: None.
Weapons: None.
Quote/Catchphrase: Tale.
Bio:
Hear hear, young ones, hear my tale.
I was born into the main family in the Haven Monarch, to Queen Esy and King Ruggy. Oh my god, I was their princess. I was their first born, so they spoiled me. I had a normal Cult life. That was only because they didn't know me all that well to begin with.
I never wanted the Cult life. Sure, the jewels and the kinky cuisine were wonderful, but all that stress, having to bow to people I didn't respect, waving to adoring people who really needed to get a social life, saying 'Yes, father' like a trained puppet wasn't me. Years later, I had two lovable little brothers to take care of and that was it for me. Those two boys were my only obligation. I changed all of their diapers -didn't want the nanny touching them-, fed them, bathed them; practically raised them through toddlerhood. For a while, I was content with life. Of course, like every triumph story goes, there was adversity. Ruggy arranged my marriage with this red-headed, fuddy-duddy named Baylor. I didn't know him, wasn't interested, but I was forced. No...I wasn't. I did the stuff of heroines, and ditched that place as fast as I could.
Ruggy and Esy banished me from the kingdom like the wonderful parents they are. My two brothers were left behind in capable hands, and I went to find shelter in Liridge. I moved by myself, holding a lot of fortune to my name. My highly anticipated powers kicked in, giving me full independence. I was a master at Wing-Chun, too. That helped. At 15 I was on my own, what a tale, right? Right. I became a local celebrity around my neighborhood for always being a good friend to the much more genuine society I was apart of; in comparison to back 'home'. Everyone there was a 'Yes' man. All of the people in my neighborhood were regular individuals. We had a lot of good conversations. Too good, actually. Everybody flocked to me, probably viewing this flame-topped cynic as a sort of counselor. I never knew that I was such a good talker.
I signed up for this school called Deayvieraun because I was looking something in my new found specialty...counseling. Ha. What a tale.
Yeah, I'm not done. I also feel offended. I graduated Deayvieraun, became a Counselor, got a spot at the one place I didn't want.
Will-Cookiams.
The Cult of Currency kiddies are always scholars there.
I did mention I felt offended, right? Yeah, that's because one of my brothers doesn't recognize me. I'll see if he does this year.
Age: 17 (4 based on Leap years)
D.O.B: February 29
P.O.B: Satin Island, Sasutaan
Ethnicity: Mongolian
Height: 5'11
Weight: 159lbs
Sexual Orientation: Hetero...I suppose
Personality: Nihilistic,Neurotic, Enigmatic, Complex,Freewheeling
Likes: Disarray, Human(Natural) reactions, Spontaneous events, Science, Ways of Art
Dislikes: Boredom, Non-explosive reactions, Vanilla Ice cream, Close-minded
Good Traits: Stoic, Multi-leveled
Bad Traits: Treacherous, Macabre, Diabolical
Hobbies: Sculpting, Alchemy
Strengths: Pain Immune, Intimidation
Weakness: Under-trusting, Admirable Art
Fears: A Perfect world
Family: Mother/Father(Deceased), Emee(Grandmother)
Crush: June(For giggles), Sarrah(For fun)
Rivals: Anyone that peaks his interest
Fav Food: Guriltai Shul
Fighting Style(s)[Optional]: Iron claw Tae Kwon Do
Powers: Alchemy/Soul Sacrifice
Clique/Role: Student Council-Second in Command of the South Eastern Wing Section
Quote/Catchphrase: My my, thinks are getting quite interesting.
Bio:
Ah ah, no need to wait for answers about me. If it's what this is for then I'll gladly answer honestly. Yes, I am the Crimson Wraith and no, I do not worship some Demonic overlord. Though you'll probably learn of why I have TCW as an alias.
Going forth in life, I was conceived unintentionally and because of which-Like most accidental pregnancies- I was the main target from ruining my family's happiness and future. How funny, yes? My father egged and convinced my mother to participate in a unprotected sexual act and couldn't blame his own self for not pulling out sooner. Nope, I was deemed a failure yet I was a quiet child that enjoyed art. A dark spawn yet respectful, a cretin yet intelligent. Heh, we men are such animals, huh? Nothing can be right if we know we're not wrong.
Minus my father's abusive words, I continued on as my agreement with my mother and emee. That's grandmother in Mongolian by the way. Proceeding with my aging, I felt myself changing from my old adolescent self into a boy who actually enjoyed the chaos that erupted from the countless arguments and police arrivals. The first to the window and the last to be in the house after they all left in frustration. Maybe this feeling of chaotic lust hit me when my father threw a beer bottle at a performer during a play in his drunk rage. Coincidentally starting the first ever riot at a Beauty and the Beast musical over the Beast's mask not correctly being on. I'll never forget that night. Not just because that was the day I craved carnage but...It was the day I killed him after I found my mom's lifeless body in their bedroom. The blood was about all dry, meaning it was done before the play. She was at work? Heh. So, he came at me, beat me up, stabbed me....That's when I learned I did not know what pain was, that was when I yanked the knife out and.....Now I live alone with my grandmother.
Willi-Cookiams is it's own little world. Lots of fun to be there, tons of resources as well. The Student Council and how I joined it? Well, I figured messing with one of the strongest would prove how this school is ran and surely I received my answer. Whei beat me and then asked me to join the council for some reason. That one question made me realize he was truly interesting....Oh, I agreed of course, just in case you were wondering.
Age: 17
D.O.B: April 12th
P.O.B: Kenta City, Sasutaan
Ethnicity: Armenian.
Height: 5'6
Weight: 121lbs
Sexual Orientation: Hetero
Personality: Collected, Loving, Trusting, Empathic, Incisive, Magnanimous (mostly), Neurotic (over Sebastian), Open-Minded, Non-Judgemental.
Likes: Jak X, Survivor, Ravens.
Dislikes: Mirajane, people who annoy her, greed.
Good Traits: Adaptability.
Bad Traits: Over-trusting people.
Hobbies: Anything involving a TV.
Strengths: Weapon combat.
Weakness: Sebastian.
Fears: Dishonoring anyone.
Family: Ernest Cox (Father), Felicity Arios (Mother), Otto Arios (younger brother).
Crushes: Sebastian (Formerly).
Rivals: Mirajane.
Fav Food: Chili.
Fighting Style(s)[Optional]: She-Quan, Assassination techniques, Gun-Kata.
Powers: Camouflage, Healing Factor, Environment Adaptation.
Clique/Role: Second-in-Command.
Weapons: 2 Pistols, Poison caps on both sets of middle and index fingers.
Quote/Catchphrase: Don't take my kindness for weakness.
Bio:
My name is Genevieve Arios and this is my story.
Born in Kenta City, Sasutaan to 2 parents who were apart of the most notorious crime syndicate, the Regicidal Wolves, life was kinda interesting. Dukes was a dropper(spy), and assassin of the highest regards, the police couldn't even trace her, although they knew it was her. Being able to Camouflage and Shape-Shift down to a tee made her the baddest chick in the city. I would put a tie on that spunky lady, she's business in high-heels.
Daddy was a smoke manipulator, he took a lot of guy's skins off. He was like one of the classic Tony Montana dudes, with a side-kick named Tommy. Tommy Gun 'where's my monet?', that is.
Bounty Hunters were always at my door so me and my younger brother, Otto, had to always hide in the safe-house under the basement. Dad knew that that wasn't the way to live, so he put me with a family called the Tessmachers, and their aunt, Militia.
I met this brooding boy named Raven, and his chippy sister named June. June and I were the same, but she was a year older, and a lot tougher. Turns out, her father was the head of the Regicidal Wolves. We became best friends- no, sisters. That girl protected me with her life, and Raven protected us all.
I met other kids from the other families, and we clicked. We were down for each other. Didn't have the loads of loot everyone else had, even with our parents being mobsters, but we all had an unbreakable bond.
So, I turn 15, enter Will-Cookiams, the school my mobster parents attended, and everything goes well.
Enter Sebastian Brando.
Rival clique member.
Prince Charming, love of my life. The sweetest, most caring gentleman you could ever meet. It was like a sexier version of Romeo and Juliet. We weren't supposed to be together. June wouldn't allow it, his leader wouldn't allow it, but we had to defy them.
We got together, love bloomed for me finally.
The end of my sophomore year...it changed. He changed.
Caught him cheating on me with his new flame, Mirajane. Boy, I was a wreck. It was so much hell. I found out that this was a 6 month long scheme just to break me. A half of a year plotting to break my heart and tear me down. They used my biggest weakness against me and you could say that they got one over on me, but I couldn't because....
I remain. I'm still standing, and when they pulled the most despicable act against me, that lit the fire on a brewing war. They set in motion the wheels of their own downfall. Even when my brother and I got to Sebastian and were ready to make him pay....I couldn't. We still won that war. As I remain here, as strong as possible, with my family by my side...my feelings for that boy haven't subsided.
Only 2 years left. Let's see what happens.