Name: Robin Revels
age: ranged from 16-18 (not known exactally)
Origin: unknown, half vampire family, father vampire, mother wolf demon, lives with her father
likes: music, guitar, reading, and the color black
dislikes: sociallization, most boyz, and bright colors
personality: multi
Past scene:
"But Papa! I don't want to go to camp!" Robin complained with a pouty lip. Her father walked over and sat next to her on the couch. He took the remote from her and turned the howling TV off. "Come on Robin. It will be fine. Your brother will be there. Won't that be fun to see him again?" Robin's pout twisted slightly. "Yes, but why can't we just stay here for the summer?" Her father patted her on the shoulder. "You know the answer to that. If the covent ever found out about you and Lee, they would kill you two, your mother and myself." Robin sighed and nodded in understanding. "I'll go pack," she said walking sluggishly up the mansion stairway to her room.
When Robin got to camp, her and her brother were reunited for the first time in 7 years. They spent most of summer together ignoring everyone else. Little did they know that they were not safe at camp. Lee became ill the last few weeks and Robin stayed at his side. She didnt realize that he had gotten the illness from her. One morning she woke up and looked at the dark green markings on her hands. Someone in the camp had cursed her with death's kiss and poison's touch.
When camp was over, Robin's father came to get her. She never told him about her time at camp. Lee had gotten better before his mother came. They both went home without a clue as to what happened to them.
But when Robin accidentally killed her father, she understood. She would never be able to hold anyone close to her again.
So, she went to live with her mother and Lee. Both understood what had happened and made the most to make her feel at home.
Name: Lee Revels
Age: around 19
Origin: Robin's older brother, lives with his mother
likes: similar to his sister but more outgoing
dislikes: very little
personality: outgoing and fox-like
Name: Iori Adern
Age: 16
origin: human parents
likes: sports, she's a tomboy
dislikes: rude ppl, stuck up snobs
personality: outgoing, athletic, fun
Past scene:
"Yo Iori!" one of the boys on the soccer team called out. She was all the way down at the goal box when the black and white ball came rushing at her head. Her forehead came squarly with the edge, bumping it into the high corner. She heard the swish of the net being hit before the whistle blew. "That's game! Iori's team wins!" the coach called out. All the members of her team piled ontop of her in celebration. Even for gym class, they acted like it was a real game.
When school was out for the week, Iori headed out with a group of the guys on her soccer team to celebrate. The preppy girls of the school stood there and watched. "How come she gets all the guys and the attention? I mean, she sweats everyday in gym," one whispered. They nodded as another spoke up. "She's not even that pretty either." They stood there and whispered to come up with a plan to make Iori look like a fool.
After a long night of celebrating at the local teen hub, Iori spent her weekend at home reading. When school came around Monday morning, she headed up to the parking lot. She had just put her car in the shop, and she missed feeling the wind in her long hair as she drove. When she stepped up onto the curb, she walked past the preps. They waited for the right moment before one slipped a stick under her heel. Iori fell fast and hard. She braced herself, breaking her left wrist from the impact. The soccer team ran over to help her. One stopped and pinned the girls to the wall. "That was not cool!" he said deeply as they helped Iori up and took her into the office.
Since that day, Iori spent less and less time with the guys. She would sit at home and read until her wrist got better. She was so upset that she sat on the bench most of the games. It wasn't until the captain of the school's soccer team, Jason, convinced her to try out and join the team. She looked up at him with a smile and agreed. None of the girls ever messed with her, scared that, not only the gym soccer team, but the varsity soccer team would do something about it.
Name: Jeane E-Vamp
age: 17
origin: royal vampire family (no one knows)
likes: not much, her music
dislikes: a lot
personality: dark, sucluded, quiet to those she doesnt know
past scene:
"Come on Jeane! You've been cooped up in your room for hours! We need you to come and help us!" a small child's voice ran up the steps. Jeane stepped out of her rrom with her guitar on her back. "Alright! You don't have to rush me!" A tall dark boy stood behind the little girl. He looked about Jeane's age with pale skin and raven black hair. "Come on Jeane, you look fine. No one is going to remember you anyways after we make our break." The three were a band group of their own called the E-Vamps. The boy, Richie, was the head of the group. Doubling from their music, they were theives. Because of Jeane's talent in mind control and altering, she was able to make sure that no one could remember what they looked like or their names. The younger of the group, Angela, was a shape-shifter. She didn't do much since she was only around 9 years old. They always treated each other like family and shared almost everything. It was when Angela was killed and Richie dissapeared, when Jeane was off on her own to continue her music and leave the life of a theif behind.
Name: Emma
age: 15
origin: unknown
likes: stuffed animals
dislikes: ppl, and the insane institute she's in
personality: multi
Past Scene: "Mommy? Why are you behind the couch? Chester isn't going to hurt you?" Emma said as she picked up the patched and broken doll from the chair. She lifted him to her ear. "Chester said that you want to send me away." Her mother's voice was shaken as she called for ther husband. Emma's father came in and snatched the doll from her hands. "That's enough Emma! Can't you see you are scaring your mother." Emma jumped and started crying. "Give him back! He doesnt like you to hold him like that!" Her father's palm came across her face, knocking her down. "That's enough Emma! This doll is not alive! He doesnt speak! It's all in your head!" Emma stopped her crying. "No daddy." She stood up and screamed. "Chester is my friend!" Her father threw the doll into the other room. Emma chased after him as her father went to comfort her mother.
The next day, a white van came to the house. Two men in white were escorted to Emma's room. They peeked in on her little tea party she was having for her and the doll. "What is it Chester? Mommy and daddy are sending me away?" She turned and looked up at the men. She clung to Chester as they took her away and set her in the back of the van. That was 5 years ago. She had never known anyone outside the institute since then. Her mother and father never visited her. She only had the broken doll Chester, who still gives the workers the creeps with his patched up smile and his one button eye.
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Name: Likira
age: 16
origin: human with demon blood on father's side
likes: everything dark and wiccan
dislikes: almost everything
personality: dark but adventurous
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Name: Yashamaru (left) and his duel, Riu (right)
age(s): 17 and 140
origin(s): vampire and necromaster vampire
likes: nothing
dislikes: everything
Personality(s): Duel
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