Rian
Chapter 1
Its stupid, its so fucking stupid. im clearly smarter than much of my class yet because I've failed to turn in some homework, ok well any homework, I have to repeat a grade. all my friends are forced to leave me behind while I rot with people younger than me who I know nothing about.
My parents tell me that they had a talk with miss O'Malley, my principle, who told them if I took a test after 1 month of classes and got a high enough score she would bump me up a grade. My first thoughts were that this was great. Then I realized I wouldn't be able to screw up even a little bit for 1 whole month. That's damn near impossible. I'm going to endure 1 month of hell to get into.....well not heaven but something in between at least.
It's been over an 15 minutes now, and Mr Taylor has still not shown up. leaving me to frolic in my thoughts for a bit before his boring ass lect...
"good morning everyone, and welcome to your first day" Mr Taylor exclaimed as he entered the room.
"today is, as you know, your first day here at Piccard and while many of you may already know what's to come in my first lesson, it's important that we make sure EVERYONE knows its contents. Please take notes, because today I tell you all why you are here."
It could be worse, but re learning the most basic and blunt information has the certain effect of placing a stone on your ear.
"Everyone, has a soul. Everyone has one, but if your in this room it means your soul is special. It's more potent. When your soul is formed it's pure, as a babies would be during the last month of pregnancy. It begins to take in everything, even the things you can't see.
The attribute you have found yourself some control over for around the last year is what your soul clinged onto in your first breaths in the world, what was most potent in the time around your birth."
He forgot to mention the bat shit crazy potens who go to any length to assure their children attain a certain attribute. The Fabers, for example, have 5 kids all of which have the fire attribute. They, obviously, believe that fire is the most powerful attribute.

The dread of seeing Mr Taylor's eyes veer to mine is like none other I have felt, because he recognized me in that instant, and I might as well have held the light bulb above his head for him.
"Rian! Rian McNair!" he shouted "why don't you come down, you can be my example!"
having people see me as I walked down records Mr Taylor was horrible, I already saw some siblings of my classmates from the previous year, and saw them puzzled as to why I was on their class, it would have been nice to pretend this was my first year for even a day longer.
"Rian here was born during a week long rainstorm, his soul grabbed onto the rain and water and it's stayed like that to this day.
Taking his glass of water and putting it in front of me, he asked me to show the beady eyes in front of me, what he was talking about. Lifting the water out of the glass I did a few spins and spirals (mainly to keep their eyes off of me),and set the water down into the glass. Satisfied, he let me go back to my seat.
The class continued and would presumably end in 20 minutes, but my self pity was what occupied my mind. I only noticed a few flashes and small explosions as I assume the rest of the class attempted at least some minor control over their attunement.
Chapter 2
As a self proclaimed  Wiccan  I am not typically a fan of the sunlight. I'm more of a creature of the night, always have been. When I was little and people asked me what i wanted to be when I grow up, I said Faegan, our highly nocturnal black barn cat. I hate feeling visible, out in the open without the slightest opportunity for an air of mystery. And yet here I am, limbs sprawled out in the small meadow above where we keep the lambs, squinting up at the fiery afternoon sun, every inch of me vulnerable to anything and anyone who could come my way. And I'm feeling...pretty good.
Not to say of course, that  have any reason to whatsoever. Millie's pregnancy's going as awful as ever. She's been writhing in pain half of every day, and she's only four months in. Four months in, and I still l still don't think Mum and dad have accepted the reality of the situation. Their dear first born, only 16, having run off and gotten herself a bun in the oven. I think it's the first time they thanked their lucky stars they're second child's the brooding, anti-social type, who's not likely to go running off with the preacher's son for a wild night in the hay jump anytime soon, if ever.
   They're in denial, Millie's in physical (and probably mental) agony, and i haven't said a word to any of them for about a month. I believe my famous last words were "this is all Anthony's fault for leaving it the clothes", which resulted in Millie slapping me, hard. Damn pregnancy hormones. That, and her usual distaste  border-lining on repulsion for all things supernatural.
   That's probably where us sisters are most different. While she lives life with her feet planted stubbornly planted on the ground (except I suppose, for the night in the hay jump), I prefer to bide my time in a world of magic. Especially now, with my decided distance from my dysfunctional family, I spend most of my time out in the woods that circle our farm, trying my hand at witchcraft. So far, nothing much has happened, although there appears to be a fairy ring growing near the stables, which could prove useful for a great number of spells. I like to think that the world of magic hasn't exactly locked it's doors to me, but is considering whether to open them all the way, based on whether or not I'm worthy. And I'm determined to prove that worth in whatever way I can. Except maybe sacrifice, as I'm pretty attached to most of our farm animals, and mother and father are even more so.
And now it's October, and an obvious Indian summer, the sun still so hot it makes beads of sweat trickle down my nose as I stare up at it. I'm enjoying just lying here, with still about a half hour till a guaranteed uncomfortable family dinner, just musing over the happenings in my life. It was is if time had frozen still, but all that shattered like glass when Jim, our helper, came running towards me, enlarging quickly as he came nearer.
   "Pardon my bothering you miss, but please come quick! There's been trouble at the house, and your mum said to send for you right away!" I rise, eyes widening. "What happened? Is someone hurt?"
"It's your sister Miss". I gulp down a lump in my throat as I run faster towards the house. Millie was looking awful this morning. She may be a tiresome bitch most of the time, but she is my sister, and well...I really don't want her to die.    

Rian
Chapter 3
Class was longer than i had thought and in fact NOT twenty minutes, the place never has a stable schedule. We will have full weeks without any lessons in magic and our attunement, and than nothing but! There was even a month last year with no math or science for a week. The class ran so long that it was already time for lunch. for the first half of the semester the first years arn't allowed outside, i quickly talked to miss O'Malley and she let me out for lunch, I walked down the stairs and out the door. Always the first thing i see is prospect park, I touch the street and head down prospect park west to the nearest pizza place. I look down to my watch, at this pace I might be a little late to class, I only have 15 minutes left of lunch and I'm not even to the pizza place yet. I wish I would run but there are just enough people on the sidewalk to make that impossible. Im hardly in a state of dispair but its the first day and my track record needs to stay clean until i can get back into my own grade. I feel a drop on my head, the weatherman is always wrong. People start to run for cover and the sidewalk is clear. The school prohibits the use of our attunements outside of the school unless its a life threatening situation, for obvious reasons, can't have people finding out about potens or anything that would give the elderly a heart attack. If the school doesn't find out, then neither will the people. I take the water under my feet and push myself along as a run. The speed im going, It only takes me a minute to get to the pizza place. There are only a few people in line, most got here waaay before me so they already got their slice. I'm going to make it, this makes me feel warm inside despite the cold rain. I eat as I walk, trying to be inconspicuous as i shield my pizza from the rain. I personally don't care about getting wet. I see two of my classmates run by with soggy half eaten pizza and drenched clothes, they give me an expected look of "you lucky bastard".
I see that my next class is with none other than, Mr Taylor.... It seems the school just wants to have the first years know everything right off the bat, no math, science, or history, just giving them information they most likely already know. I plan to fall asleep as soon as possible.
Walking into the classroom I take a seat in the back. This time Mr Taylor
isn't late.
"Hello, I trust you had a nice lunch despite the rain. I'm going to continue my lecture from where I left off."
From the beginning of his "lecture" I assume hes talking about how when Potens have children they will also be Potens and when non potens have children they are also non Potens. Then he'll talk about how there are some cases when non potens have a poten child and how they are very powerful. Though is supposedly hasn't happens for a few hundred years. Lucky for me I fell asleep hearing only "Non potens would have trouble containing a poten child during pregnancy, it would be incredibly violent if not deadly."
Chapter 4
My first thought as I step into the house is "Mother refuses to slaughter a pig any time of the year but Christmas. It's only October, what's with all the blood?" it doesn't take me long of course, to realize the Carrie-like scene in our living room is produced by my sister. She's hunched down right smack in the middle of the floor, hacking violently. The sound coming out of her mouth is almost inhuman, like a dying horse, too low and strong to be coming from a frail adolescent. Blood stains the hardwood floor around her.
Mum, Dad and Nathanial are just standing in a sort of semi-circle around her, kind of ogling and looking horrified. It seems wrong to just leave her, so I run and crouch down on the floor. I take her hand, which is cold yet sweaty, and she grips it so hard I think my fingers might break. I wince in pain, and suddenly, I feel both her hands on my face. Her  brown eyes stare into my green ones, and then something strange happens. They seem to cloud over, and for a second I think she's going to pass out. But no, this is different. Her pupils are dilated, and her eyes themselves seem to be sort of quivering in their sockets. Her black hair clings to her neck, and she looks totally and completely insane. Possessed even. I mentally slap myself for thinking of the supernatural at a time like this, and quickly turn to the rest of the family. "Call an ambulance, quick!"
Nat's on it in a second, grabbing the phone and dialing each button with desperation. We hear him quickly explain the situation in a muttering tone, and are then informed an ambulance is on the way. I run to find another pair of shoes, realizing I left my sandals lying in the meadow, but mother stops me. "It's getting late Alice, honey, you should get some rest. We'll go with your sister." I blink. "It's 7:30". "Just go to your room!" Her sudden raised voice startles me, and I find myself skulking into my room and locking the door behind me.  
Lying in bed, I am overwhelmed with a sudden rush of exhaustion, even with the drama going on outside my door. I feel my eyelids start to droop, and I nod off to the sound of a screaming ambulance siren. My last thought before I fall asleep is "well, they're sure acknowledging her pregnancy now".



Rian
Chapter 6
I hear the sound of the bell as it tears apart my dream. I wake up. Mr Taylor loves the sound of his own voice, so much it seems, that he didn't notice i was asleep.
I have a free period, from what I gather so does Sammy. Sammy and I have been friends for about two years. Meeting during our year of preparation before going to Piccard. I had heard a loud noise coming from down my block so I headed down prince street to find out what it was. I saw a cracked window and heard some yelling. Not much later I saw a brown eyed gray haired boy, he looked angry but also sad. Running he tripped over a restaurant sidewalk chalk sign, cant say my memory is the best so don't ask me what it said. He cursed out loud and some parents looked his way with some annoyance that their children could have heard such a wretched word. I went to help him, his jeans had ripped at the knees and he was bleeding. I held out a hand and he took it, he didn't didn't pull though, got up on his own. I went with him the nearest few stairs to sit down. I used an extra dollar I had on me to buy him some water. I asked him if he heard that noise to break the uncomfortable silence. He didn't respond. I waited for a bit and then asked what happened. I didn't expect him to spill about his abusive mother, her weed addiction and spending whatever money she had left she spent on death metal albums. They didn't have enough for a computer or ipod, so she couldn't download them on itunes. His grandparents pay the rent because they are rich but offer little help other than that. His mother didn't hit him, or.... she rarely did. It was mostly verbal abuse. He wouldn't say why he had run out today though. I had been thinking about how weird it was that he had just spilled on me like that with barely a nail to break the dam. He seems to have realized what I had been thinking. There was no blush but he might as well have. He told me he never does this and that it was probably just pent up or something. I walked around with him for a bit mainly because I had nothing to do. He didn't look when crossing the street a taxi was speeding right twords him. If there is one thing I can say for sure its that cabs drivers will lose their minds as soon as the customer gets in. its just a driving machine that stops only for the light, and sometimes not even that. Then i heard the worst loudest sound I have ever heard. My mind went blank and my ears stopped hearing almost the instant i heard it. I was able to think about a minute later but I still couldn't hear. He helped me up, there were other people on the ground. We walked a few blocks and sat down at the nearest bench. My hearing had come back a little. I was relieved that I hadn't gone def. I could barely hear what he was saying, but I understood enough. He had started doing things like this for a month now and thats why he had run away and the glass had been broken. I already knew what was going on. I asked him if he had received a letter from Piccard, he had. I told him about enough about myslef for him to know we were in the same situation. We have been friends ever since.
It always surprises me how long and complex a thought can be and take so little time. I was only down the hallway when I finished my warm reminiscing. He was there, among a few others, but his gray hair is hard to miss, I've always been sure its a strange effect of his attunement, never asked. A high five is words enough for a greeting we should have exchanged in class, though we avoid the subject of my embarrassing situation.
"So, anything going on?" he asks, breaking the silence.
"Not really... I hear the miss Faber is pregnant again."
"Are they in Saint Lucia yet?"
"I'm sure"
The silence resumes. Not being in the same class makes it hard to talk about pretty much anything you haven't covered before. Sammy, considering his upbringing was unusually nice. He rarely gets mad. He isn't too shy either. Usually confronting rude or annoyed stranger with a smile and some sort of explanation. He's the guy lots of people wish they could be like. The only issue is, he also has such large emotional pain that he tries to keep dormant, almost no one knows its there. Making me wonder if its worth it just to be that nice.
"Hows the 'verbal' struggle against our Inscribi neighbors?" I interject. No one likes to talk about politics but this situation is dire.
"From what I hear its more or less the same. They have a few more active representatives. There are a few 'fugitives' that haven't been captured but they have committed less human murders..." he says with more of a sunken look.
The Inscribi are the most extreme party out of the three. Imagine if all the cranky old men from those movies and books who yell about stupid kids and don't give the ball back, banded together to make a group dedicated to making the kids work for them in complete obedience. Now make the old men potens in the Inscribi and the children non Potens or regulars as we like to call them.. Thank god that they have almost no dedicated members. They do have many supporters, just not that dedicated. some are my friends, but its usually for reasons like family, or their other more reasonable beliefs. Its just the extreme ones that are dangerous. A common rumor, that i believe personally, is that they have begun hiring people to kill regulars. The only evidence anyone has only proves them as fugitives, rogue Potens who kill innocent people. Sammy and I have no certain political alignment, but we certainly arn't with the Inscribi.
The Tivitas, another of the parties, are very into letting people have a choice, they like trying to try and see all sides and have no bias. Its the most frustrating thing in the world... They both birthed the idea that the Fugitives were hired guns from the Inscribi extremists as well as oppose it. With a little change in their party they could do so much. As of now they serve as a pool of ideas for the other two to pick and choose from. They are more or less a party you align yourself with when you can't decide if you prefer the majority of the Inscribi ideals or the Abscond.
The Abscond prefer that things stay as they were and that we keep everything hidden. This sounds fine, if they didn't attempt extreme measures to ensure total concealment...
All three parties have perfectly understandable morals mainly the same and any of which I could live by. Its the extreme ends of each that have their issues.
Sammy gets me up to speed on the teachers that ill probably have when the month is up and if I pass this test, along with my assignments. Despite the taboo subject of my handcuffs to the first year we dig as deep as we can without hitting a mine.
Something was bothering Sammy. He never tells anyone anything. so its hard to tell what, and asking doesn't do anything than make it worse. What's weird is it didn't piss me off, almost everything pisses me off. It was always there, around Sammy, no one got angry at him. If there was a chosen one it would be him. The sound attunement is rare seeing as it takes special circumstances to attain it, even when in a modeled situation. He tells me about his conversations with our science teacher Mrs Sharpton. She had him realize his potential, now hes constantly worried about hurting someone. The bell rings, which is as much of a
disappointment as a relief. There are only so many generic topics you can go through.

Chapter 7
The first thing I see when I open my eyes the next morning is the poster on my wall of  Brighid, Celtic Goddess of healing and the domestic hearth. The second is my sister, Millie, rummaging through a pile of my things. "What are you doing?" I mutter through a fateful of blanket. "Oh, Al, you're awake."
"mhm"
       "Well good cause um, I actually wanted to talk to you....about last night". Last night. Suddenly all the events of the night come rushing back to me, the blood, the coughing, the ambulance. All I can bring myself to say is "Um, aren't you supposed to be in the hospital?". If there was a sister of the year award, I would've taken it long ago. "Yeah...they let me go. Said I would be ok, but I have a Doctor's appointment in half an hour. Mom said you have to come. Larry's doing repairs. "Ah". Mother always wants her girls out of the house when Larry, Dad's work buddy, is doing any sort of repairs, and I don't entirely blame her. He's sort of a sketchy guy.
Millie's looking skittish, twiddling her thumbs by the edge of my bed. Finally she speaks. Look, Al. You saw things last night, things I'd really truly appreciate if you kept private. Is that cool?"
What, with your eyes? Mil that was pretty freaky stuff, I really think you should tell someone."
"Sounds good. Guess I'll tell mom you stole those witchcrafty oily things from the creepy voodoo shop then!" I gape at her. My sister's insanity really never ceases to amaze me. "Are you crazy! That has absolutely nothing to do with your little exorcist episode-" She leaves the room, slamming the door on me mid sentence.
After a short and silent car ride, we're all crowded around the office of Dr Sardino, our family doctor. He does this weird thing where he has everyone present come into the room for the first half of a visit, even apparently, for something like this. He stands in his white Doctor's coat, arms crossed in a corner, listening to a combination of mostly my sister and mother tell the story of Millie's disastrous pregnancy, the agonizing pain, coughing up blood, the whole shebang. When they're finally finished recounting the horrors, Dr speaks calmly. "I have to say, some of these symptoms sound highly unusual for a pregnancy. They're not even usual warning signs of a miscarriage". Out of the corner of my eye, I notice Millie flinch at the word miscarriage. Guess she's sort of gotten used to the idea of having this baby.
"Of course, none of this should be taken lightly. Coughing up blood is extremely serious. It could be a sign of blood clots, inflammation of the lung, even cancer". At this, I find I can practically feel the change of energy as everyone in the room tenses up. "But I wouldn't worry yet. Come back on Friday for a chest scan, and try to relax, but call immediately if something happens. Father looks greatly agitated. You're saying that's it, there's nothing more we can do about this? Dr Sardino pauses, as if considering his next words carefully.
"Well, Mr Clemensen. It's true that in the event of a freak malady like this, many people do turn to, for lack of a better word, witch doctors." at this, I stop staring at the tiles on the floor and look up, fully tentative. Mother's eyes go wide. "Dr, are you suggesting we would ever associate with that satanic business? Contrary to what you may believe,the Clemensen's are a good Christian family!" "Yeah, we were just really running low on cash, and we heard 16 and pregnant pays well" I can't help but mumble under my breath. My remark goes ignored, except for what I swear is a small smile playing at the mouth of Dr Sardino. He's always seemed to be one of the few to appreciate my scarce but dark humor, which has caused me to respect him somewhat.  That on top of this whole witch doctor business (and daring to bring it up in front of my mother), and I'm really growing fond of this man.
He seems unfazed by mother's outburst. "Oh no Miss Clemensen, I meant no insult to your family, I'm sure you're quite faithful. It was merely a suggestion, something to keep in mind." Mother sniffs, Millie's turned red as a beet, Nat's eyes are piercing holes through the "how to use a condom" sign on the wall. Finally, father speaks. "Well yes um, thanks for that. Will that be all for now?"
"Yes sir, be here on Friday at one". All five of us get up to leave the small office quickly, but just as I'm nearly out the door, Dr S calls me back. "Alice? Mind if I speak you for a minute?"
"um, yeah, sure." I exchange glances with my parents, who quickly state they'll meet me in the waiting room. I turn back into the office, confused. What could he possibly want with me? I wasn't exactly the subject of this appointment.
"Alice, good to see you. You've grown since last I saw you."
"Teenagers tend to do that Dr". He smiles. "They do, don't they? Look I noticed your interest when I mentioned the witch doctor earlier. Didn't you once tell me you were interested in the Wiccan arts?" I raise an eyebrow, having not remembered mentioning this before. I'm not really one for small talk. Or large talk for that matter. I'm really just nor a big fan of opening my mouth around other people. "Yeah, I guess so. Why?"
"Your sister's situation is nothing light, whatever it is. Witch doctors have helped....friends of mine in the past, in areas regular science has failed."
"So, you want me to go to a witch doctor about Millie?"
   "Well, I do happen to know of one nearby, if you're interested".

On the car ride home, mother's still having a debate aloud with herself on whether it's finally time to find a new doctor. "A witch doctor"' she spits. "What nonsense!"
"Yeah. Nonsense", I respond, while mentally calculating the quickest route to 22 Bord street, #7, home of Sylvia Green, village witch doctor.


Rian
Chapter 8
The best word to describe my parents is unwillingly retired hippies. My dad just spends time writing and denouncing any sign of violence, hes a strong Tivitas along with my mother. He used to have anger issues but he uses medication and as such hasn't been too angry in years. All mu issues I have come from him. I was naïve enough as a child to talk to him about my problems, now that my mind is clearer its obvious that this is the worst thing I could do. He's one of those people who tells you talk to a teacher about problems at school, who (if he trusted them) calls the police if he see someone dealing weed. My dad is covered in tattoos as a result of his attunement. When I say that my dad has kept from getting out of control for years it doesn't mean I haven't seen it, the writhing snakes and yapping wolves that started to leak off him and yell at me gave me nightmares for weeks.
My mother is the sort of person who tries to stay happy, she works and cleans and cooks without batting an eyelash, getting angry at her does little to break her shell. Ive seen her drunk though, its as if who ever talks to her has crushed a nest of hornets. She will argue with you about nothing at any time, its best to just never talk to her when shes had more than a few beers. My mother technically has the attunement of plants and trees, but considering the circumstances of her birth shes more realistically attuned with weed. There isn't much more to say, seeing as growing weed, thing that comes most naturally to her is illegal. I walked through the door, I walk fast to try and avoid a conversation or even a hello from them.
"Hi honey, don't forget to take your pills." Madeline, my mother, says in a cheery tone.
It takes me all my power not to curse out loud. Grabbing my pills I head to my room quickly. I grab a glass of water on the way. I drink the pills and check my computer. No notifications that are worth my time. No one has contacted me so I just practice fine control over my attunement for a bit. It didn't take many science classes for me and the other one or two other water attunements to realize that there were many possibilities to what we could use it for. Ideally we could summon water out of the air using the moisture. Cooling down water to freeze things. Heating water to create fog or just really hot water. Only problem is, no one is that powerful in year one, barely in year two. I can control around 2 gallons of water with little issue 3 with intense concentration, and thats more or less it. I use the remaining water from my glass to try and cut my pencil in half, trying to make it stable thin and fast enough. By the time I've cut a third into it I start to feel tired. Despite the size, the amount of focus it requires is too draining to maintain for more than a few minutes. A small nap never hurt anyone.
Hearing a loud noise I wake up. My dad is calling my name for dinner. I certainly slept for longer than I intended and The Sandman hasn't even let go of me yet. I eat my moms spaghetti and meat sauce and eat a few leaves from a salad. Avoiding talking to my parents and trying to just look too tired and hungry for a conversation. As soon as I finish I head to my room to sleep. Good thing about a first day, no homework.

Chapter 9
Between being home schooled and being a self pronounced recluse, I'm not accustomed to taking the city bus into town very often. The little magic store I like to lurk around in is within walking distance, but the witch doctor Dr Sardino has sent me to is not. And so now I'm sitting alone by a window on a bus into town, feeling slightly out of place and uncomfortable, like when you try to pick up a pencil and write after a long vacation, and it doesn't seem to fit right between your fingers. The last time I rode this bus I was about 12, and Nat was taking me to a minor league baseball game father was supposed take me to but had flaked out. It was actually quite a pleasant memory, Nat and I stuffing our faces with peanuts and cotton candy, my eyes glazing over whenever he tried to give me any sort of history on the game. Except then it had been a bright and sunny summer day, and now it was chilly, and a faint drizzle is beginning, splattering the bus window that vibrates against my slumped head.
I've almost gone into a trance when the bus reaches my stop. I step cautiously off the bus and look around, assessing the street names to try and figure out which way to my destination. It's quite depressing actually, how unaccustomed I find myself to the hustle and bustle if the town. Sure there's noises on the farm too, but crickets and cicadas that chirp all night, the low and constant moo of cows, that's nothing like car horns, street merchants haggling people into believing their sunglasses are cheaper than the neighbors, and yapping dogs. So many dogs. Poor Faegen would have a heart attack.
I walk awhile and then realize I'm at the right place. It's a medicinal Wiccan shop, like the one I go to, if not a bit more commercial. No signs of any witch doctor. With a slight frown, I enter the shop, hearing the little jingle of bells as I swing open the door. I'm greeted with a packed place, filled with shelves upon shelves of bottles labeled with things like "make him love you for eternity!" and "turn your pesky frog into a handsome toad!". I hesitantly approach the counter, behind which stands a pretty young woman with long chestnut brown hair and a green sundress. She flashed me a smile that would rival that of Flo the progressive girl and says "Hi I'm Sarah? How can I help you today?"
"Well actually I was wondering if-"
"Ooh stop, let me guess! You're a teenage girl, you probably want a love spell, right? Eternal adoration, pretty romantic if I do say so myself."
"What? No I don't want a love spell. Aren't those incredibly dangerous anyway?" she frowns a bit, and I can't help but go on. "I mean, someone under a real love spell has no sense of reason, they're like, totally obsessive and crazy. They'll do anything. And especially with already hormonally crazed  teenagers, that would be catastrophic to say the least. Is it really a good idea to be selling that?". Flo girl scowled, commercial smile leaving her face entirely. "It's just canola oil. Jeez, you're a bitch". I smirk. "I get that a lot".
"I bet. What do you want anyway?"
"I was actuality here for a witch doctor, but since you seem to do nothing but sell cooking oil to desperate teenage girls, I guess I'll be going".
"Oh my god, you're here for Ms Ozma? Wow, that's gotta be the first time in years".
"So there IS a doctor in the house?"
"Well, there's my crackpot grandma who sure thinks she's one. She's in the back, you can go ahead. You two are both annoying, you'll get along. Just knock."
"Um, thanks". I head to the back of the store, where I find a wooden door in the wall, engraved with what appear to be gargoyles in distasteful positions. This sure looks promising. I raise a fist to knock, then lower it again, realizing my nervousness. This Ms Ozma lady probably is just an old crackpot, but what if she's not? What if she's the real deal? I look down at myself, at my oversized black hoodie stained with what appears to be milk, ripped skinny jeans (not fashionably ripped, just holly with age) and uncombed, curly dirty blond hair peeking out from the black beanie I always wear pulled down to my ears. Not exactly the picture of presentability, and I'm suddenly gripped with self conciseness. Ah well. I rap my knuckles against the door, and it's not long before a woman of about 80 opens it. She's about my height, with silver hair tied up in a messy bun atop her head, and she wears a long pink dress that may or may not be a nightgown.
"Come in dear, come in! It isn't often I have company during working hours, i could practically feel the cobwebs growing on me." Lovely...her voice is a strange combination of warm and grandmotherly, and like someone who smokes too much. I follow her to the center of the small circular, carpeted room, where we end up seated on the floor, face to face. It's altogether to much eye contact for my taste, but I bare it. "Don't cross your arms like that dear, it closes off your spirit. Don't worry, your breasts won't fall off". Blushing furiously, I drop my arms to my lap, already planning my escape. "So what brings you to my office today miss-" "Alice" I mumble. "It's my sister, Millie. She's sick...well, pregnant really, but also really sick. She was coughing up blood the other day and she was at the hospital and she's getting a chest scan to check for like, cancer, but my Dr said maybe I should come to you and-".
"Whoa there. Slow down, breathing's good for you. How old is your sister?"
"16." She appears to have no reaction to my sister's young age. I suppose back when she grew up, it was normal. "I see. And why may I ask, is she not here today?" I haven't prepared for that question, which I realize now is stupid. "She's um, she's not really into this kinda thing. She's probably flip out if she knew I was here actually." Ms Ozma smiles slightly. "I see. Tell me Alice, what is the energy like in your household?"
"Excuse me?"
"The energy, auras, vibes. How do those in your family interact with each other?". I'm getting gradually more uncomfortable. What is this, therapy? "Well...Dad's always working, so he's kinda out of the picture. Mom just wants the perfect family, but she's got an anti-social reclusive and a slut for daughters, so she's pretty much depressed most of the time, tries to act like we don't exist. Nat, my older brother, he's cool though. Pretty smart, funny, likable. I think he's basically my parents last, er, first, hope." I'm surprised I just spilled as much as I did. I blame her grandma vibes, like any minute she may offer me freshly baked chocolate chip cookies. "Interesting, interesting. Answer me this dear. Have their been any strange occurrences at home recently? Things unexplainable, seemingly paranormal?"
"you mean like, besides the hacking up blood thing?"
"Yes, besides that." I pause. Should I tell her about the brownie? I figure I might as well, if anyone wouldn't think I was crazy, it would be her. "Well, sort of. Have you heard of brownies before?"
"I presume you mean the faerie?"
"Yeah, those".
"You believe you might've had one in your home?"
"Well, yes actually. There were...strange things happening. Good things though. We live on a farm. We'd wake up one morning and the cows would be milked, or the eggs collected, or there'd be fresh coffee on the stove."
"That does sound like it could be a brownie, especially as you live on a farm, where they're most prevalent. Is it still doing things for you?"
   "No. I was an idiot, and I told them my suspicions. They all thought I was crazy of course, except Nat. He kept wanting to know more. So I told him I was leaving it little bits of food in chicken coop. You know, apples, chunks of bread or cheese, things like that. About a week later, I realized the chores weren't being done. I talked to Nat, and he confessed that not only had be been stealing the food, he was leaving little notes in the coop".
"What did the notes say?"
"Just dumb little things to mess with me, 'get those eggs shorty", 'are you made of chocolate?', stuff like that."
"And you think these notes offended the brownie?"
"Well, the chores stopped getting done, and Millie started having the serious health problems right after."
   "Are you implying this creature put some sort of curse on the pregnancy, or the baby itself? Because that's nothing light, that's serious dark magic you could be getting into." I gulp. Dark magic is fine and fascinating and all, but I tend to prefer it when not in relation to my family. "Is-is there anything I can do?" Ms Ozma pauses for a moment, thinking. Then she says "I'm going to give you something" She rises with surprising agility for an old lady, and pulls out a large black suitcase, which she snaps open and from it pulls a huge, hardcover book. It looks ancient, the pages yellow and frayed, the cover faded. I lean over to look at the cover, and see that it's entitled "the ultimate guide to curses, hexes and jinxes."
"It's not really light reading, but you look like a smart girl, and it's likely you may find something about your predicament in there. Under 'demon curses' perhaps." I blink. "You're giving me this? For free? It must be so valuable!"
   "Oh it is. But you need it if anyone. And it's not exactly free. I fully expect you to save your sister with that book."
"Ok. Ok. Um, thank you." I pick up the book with two hands (it's heavier than it looks) and make for the door. Before I leave, she says "good luck love, may good spirits be with you!" I thank her quickly, and with a final wave to Flo the progressive girl, I'm out of the shop, onto the bus,at home, locked up in my room where I belong. That was far too much social interaction for one day. Once finally on my beloved bed, I grab Faegen, a bowl of strawberries, and the book. Sitting cross legged, I open it up and begin to read, prepared to pour over it all night if I must.

Between being home schooled and being a self pronounced recluse, I'm not accustomed to taking the city bus into town very often. The little magic store I like to lurk around in is within walking distance, but the witch doctor Dr Sardino has sent me to is not. And so now I'm sitting alone by a window on a bus into town, feeling slightly out of place and uncomfortable, like when you try to pick up a pencil and write after a long vacation, and it doesn't seem to fit right between your fingers. The last time I rode this bus I was about 12, and Nat was taking me to a minor league baseball game father was supposed take me to but had flaked out. It was actually quite a pleasant memory, Nat and I stuffing our faces with peanuts and cotton candy, my eyes glazing over whenever he tried to give me any sort of history on the game. Except then it had been a bright and sunny summer day, and now it was chilly, and a faint drizzle is beginning, splattering the bus window that vibrates against my slumped head.
I've almost gone into a trance when the bus reaches my stop. I step cautiously off the bus and look around, assessing the street names to try and figure out which way to my destination. It's quite depressing actually, how unaccustomed I find myself to the hustle and bustle if the town. Sure there's noises on the farm too, but crickets and cicadas that chirp all night, the low and constant moo of cows, that's nothing like car horns, street merchants haggling people into believing their sunglasses are cheaper than the neighbors, and yapping dogs. So many dogs. Poor Faegen would have a heart attack.
I walk awhile and then realize I'm at the right place. It's a medicinal Wiccan shop, like the one I go to, if not a bit more commercial. No signs of any witch doctor. With a slight frown, I enter the shop, hearing the little jingle of bells as I swing open the door. I'm greeted with a packed place, filled with shelves upon shelves of bottles labeled with things like "make him love you for eternity!" and "turn your pesky frog into a handsome toad!". I hesitantly approach the counter, behind which stands a pretty young woman with long chestnut brown hair and a green sundress. She flashed me a smile that would rival that of Flo the progressive girl and says "Hi I'm Sarah? How can I help you today?"
"Well actually I was wondering if-"
"Ooh stop, let me guess! You're a teenage girl, you probably want a love spell, right? Eternal adoration, pretty romantic if I do say so myself."
"What? No I don't want a love spell. Aren't those incredibly dangerous anyway?" she frowns a bit, and I can't help but go on. "I mean, someone under a real love spell has no sense of reason, they're like, totally obsessive and crazy. They'll do anything. And especially with already hormonally crazed  teenagers, that would be catastrophic to say the least. Is it really a good idea to be selling that?". Flo girl scowled, commercial smile leaving her face entirely. "It's just canola oil. Jeez, you're a bitch". I smirk. "I get that a lot".
"I bet. What do you want anyway?"
"I was actuality here for a witch doctor, but since you seem to do nothing but sell cooking oil to desperate teenage girls, I guess I'll be going".
"Oh my god, you're here for Ms Ozma? Wow, that's gotta be the first time in years".
"So there IS a doctor in the house?"
"Well, there's my crackpot grandma who sure thinks she's one. She's in the back, you can go ahead. You two are both annoying, you'll get along. Just knock."
"Um, thanks". I head to the back of the store, where I find a wooden door in the wall, engraved with what appear to be gargoyles in distasteful positions. This sure looks promising. I raise a fist to knock, then lower it again, realizing my nervousness. This Ms Ozma lady probably is just an old crackpot, but what if she's not? What if she's the real deal? I look down at myself, at my oversized black hoodie stained with what appears to be milk, ripped skinny jeans (not fashionably ripped, just holly with age) and uncombed, curly dirty blond hair peeking out from the black beanie I always wear pulled down to my ears. Not exactly the picture of presentability, and I'm suddenly gripped with self conciseness. Ah well. I rap my knuckles against the door, and it's not long before a woman of about 80 opens it. She's about my height, with silver hair tied up in a messy bun atop her head, and she wears a long pink dress that may or may not be a nightgown.
"Come in dear, come in! It isn't often I have company during working hours, i could practically feel the cobwebs growing on me." Lovely...her voice is a strange combination of warm and grandmotherly, and like someone who smokes too much. I follow her to the center of the small circular, carpeted room, where we end up seated on the floor, face to face. It's altogether to much eye contact for my taste, but I bare it. "Don't cross your arms like that dear, it closes off your spirit. Don't worry, your breasts won't fall off". Blushing furiously, I drop my arms to my lap, already planning my escape. "So what brings you to my office today miss-" "Alice" I mumble. "It's my sister, Millie. She's sick...well, pregnant really, but also really sick. She was coughing up blood the other day and she was at the hospital and she's getting a chest scan to check for like, cancer, but my Dr said maybe I should come to you and-".
"Whoa there. Slow down, breathing's good for you. How old is your sister?"
"16." She appears to have no reaction to my sister's young age. I suppose back when she grew up, it was normal. "I see. And why may I ask, is she not here today?" I haven't prepared for that question, which I realize now is stupid. "She's um, she's not really into this kinda thing. She's probably flip out if she knew I was here actually." Ms Ozma smiles slightly. "I see. Tell me Alice, what is the energy like in your household?"
"Excuse me?"
"The energy, auras, vibes. How do those in your family interact with each other?". I'm getting gradually more uncomfortable. What is this, therapy? "Well...Dad's always working, so he's kinda out of the picture. Mom just wants the perfect family, but she's got an anti-social reclusive and a slut for daughters, so she's pretty much depressed most of the time, tries to act like we don't exist. Nat, my older brother, he's cool though. Pretty smart, funny, likable. I think he's basically my parents last, er, first, hope." I'm surprised I just spilled as much as I did. I blame her grandma vibes, like any minute she may offer me freshly baked chocolate chip cookies. "Interesting, interesting. Answer me this dear. Have their been any strange occurrences at home recently? Things unexplainable, seemingly paranormal?"
"you mean like, besides the hacking up blood thing?"
"Yes, besides that." I pause. Should I tell her about the brownie? I figure I might as well, if anyone wouldn't think I was crazy, it would be her. "Well, sort of. Have you heard of brownies before?"
"I presume you mean the faerie?"
"Yeah, those".
"You believe you might've had one in your home?"
"Well, yes actually. There were...strange things happening. Good things though. We live on a farm. We'd wake up one morning and the cows would be milked, or the eggs collected, or there'd be fresh coffee on the stove."
"That does sound like it could be a brownie, especially as you live on a farm, where they're most prevalent. Is it still doing things for you?"
   "No. I was an idiot, and I told them my suspicions. They all thought I was crazy of course, except Nat. He kept wanting to know more. So I told him I was leaving it little bits of food in chicken coop. You know, apples, chunks of bread or cheese, things like that. About a week later, I realized the chores weren't being done. I talked to Nat, and he confessed that not only had be been stealing the food, he was leaving little notes in the coop".
"What did the notes say?"
"Just dumb little things to mess with me, 'get those eggs shorty", 'are you made of chocolate?', stuff like that."
"And you think these notes offended the brownie?"
"Well, the chores stopped getting done, and Millie started having the serious health problems right after."
   "Are you implying this creature put some sort of curse on the pregnancy, or the baby itself? Because that's nothing light, that's serious dark magic you could be getting into." I gulp. Dark magic is fine and fascinating and all, but I tend to prefer it when not in relation to my family. "Is-is there anything I can do?" Ms Ozma pauses for a moment, thinking. Then she says "I'm going to give you something" She rises with surprising agility for an old lady, and pulls out a large black suitcase, which she snaps open and from it pulls a huge, hardcover book. It looks ancient, the pages yellow and frayed, the cover faded. I lean over to look at the cover, and see that it's entitled "the ultimate guide to curses, hexes and jinxes."
"It's not really light reading, but you look like a smart girl, and it's likely you may find something about your predicament in there. Under 'demon curses' perhaps." I blink. "You're giving me this? For free? It must be so valuable!"
   "Oh it is. But you need it if anyone. And it's not exactly free. I fully expect you to save your sister with that book."
"Ok. Ok. Um, thank you." I pick up the book with two hands (it's heavier than it looks) and make for the door. Before I leave, she says "good luck love, may good spirits be with you!" I thank her quickly, and with a final wave to Flo the progressive girl, I'm out of the shop, onto the bus,at home, locked up in my room where I belong. That was far too much social interaction for one day. Once finally on my beloved bed, I grab Faegen, a bowl of strawberries, and the book. Sitting cross legged, I open it up and begin to read, prepared to pour over it all night if I must.

Chapter 10
A few days pass and everything is going as it had last year when i was in the same grade, one thing about being exposed as someone held back so soon is that everything I would normally have to go through later has already happened. One could compare it to a nicely set in bandaid that I ripped off as soon as i was sure the cut was better, though in this case the wound is still gaping wide open and not healed at all and I just seem to fancy watching it heal first hand. I was really only practicing control over my attunement in free periods and other free time because I had already done all the quizzes and tests, the homeworks were easy with a whole year of preparation, and anything else was also already there. The best thing I can do is do some research in my school library on other water attunements who practiced as fighters.Many at the very least had some interesting ideas. Within a few days I was able to increase the amount of water I can hold comfortably by .25 gallons. I have just been practicing with sammy in the area underneath the park that has been well hiddin and we sometimes visit in gym just for these purposes. Its not hard to hide things in prospect park and with a plant attunement its easier than punching the sort of person who resorts to taking candy from a baby. I look for the large poison ivy that people usually stay away from, plant attunements can pretty easily take away the poison in ivy. Lately Sammy, still scared of hurting people, has been using his attunement in the least violent ways possible. So far he has almost accomplished seemingly removing sound from a certain area. I have just been trying to increase how much water I can hold and my finer focus, im not intreasted in freezing the water as so many suggest, many give in to the idea of using ice due to feeling weak using something that people think of as something you drink, or play in during the summer. Im into the idea of not needing a source for my water and just being able to, in some way, bring it to me. To bad thatl take years and be absolutely useless unless i wanna piss myself just to use it to make me go faster at lunch again.
Days pass like this for a bit. I head to school, try not to fall asleep, ace a test, pass a homework. Its still nowhere closer to the month i need to get into my rightful place in the school as a second year.
I usually love rain, so when I felt the presence of water about to hit me I was happy, happier than those around me as they saw the dark clouds.. Than the first drop hit my shoulder and sadness confusion anger hate and fear all hit me at once. I sort of limped to a bench as it was all I could manage before the emotions consumed me. The more rain the more clear the emotions became clear and yet harder to bare. The last coherent thought I have as I black out is "what the fuck is this?"

Chapter 11
About six hours, 5 bowls of strawberries, and 700 pages of the most fine, excessive print I've ever tackled in my life, I'm left with fuzzy eye sight, a bloated, achy stomach, and a growing sense of frustration and desperation. It's not that the book isn't fascinating. It is. Some of the spells discussed are so ridiculously complex, or so horrifyingly dark, it's unbelievable. And when the reading gets a tad dull, there's always the sprinkled gruesome sketches of torture, death, mutilation, all that warm fuzzy stuff that keeps me going. Still, I have a goal, and so far, have come nowhere close to reaching it. No demons, spells, or freak occurrences that effect pregnancies, nothing about brownies. I bury my head in the blankets with a small sob, and stay curled in a ball for a moment.
"Why am I bothering with this?"I say, possible allowed. "Because you love me. Because I'm family, and hell, you spend a lot more time with me then anyone your own age. Because even though I scorn, mock, even fear the one thing you really get enjoyment out of, you'd probably still give your life for me. Oh, and because you're secretly seriously getting a kick out of this whole investigation thing". I blink. Did my subconscious seriously just answer my rhetorical question in the form of a hallucination of my sister? Either I'm schizophrenic, been watching way to many sitcoms, or up too late in the morning. I'm going with the option 3. As Ted Mosby's mother said, nothing good ever happens after 2 am. Ok, so maybe there's some truth in the sitcom thing too. And so I lie down, stuff a pillow over my head, shut my eyes, and....pop back up a minute later. It's only 3 am after all, I can afford to read maybe a hundred more pages, possibly get lucky.
to put curses on unborn children. The child may consequentially be born with physical or mental deformities, or on an even more rare occasion, inherent special powers that can be harmful to the mortal mother." And that's it. Nothing further, no specifics on exactly what "special powers" could belong the monster in my sister's stomach.
Ah well, at least now I have somewhat of a lead. I decide it's high time to get some sleep, but not without scribbling a quick note on the palm of my hand to do some research tomorrow. Or...today.


The next morning, my eyes are bloodshot, and I can hardly walk in a straight line to save my life. If my family didn't know me better, they'd probably suspect I was out drinking or getting high. They probably still suspect it, as none of them have exactly been the voices of reason lately. Nat's the only one who comments on it, as usual. He's been acting especially protective over me lately. I think he feels a bit guilty still after seeing how upset I got over the brownie incident, even if he still sees me as a lunatic. "You feeling ok Al? You've sorta been cooped up even more than usual lately. Trying to make the headlines "girl becomes one with bed?" or something?" I glare at him, but not with any real malice. It is sort of nice of him to notice. Dabbing final remnants of maple syrup from the corners of my mouth, I rise from the table, leaving behind a half eaten plate of pancakes. "Where ya going? Room?"
"Psh, no, of course not", I say, awkwardly heading straight to my bedroom, as Nat smirks.
It was perfect. My plan was, quite literally, flawless. Well, except for how I was going to talk my relatively protective parents into letting me out of the state, alone, to seek out a magical, urban Hogwarts-like school full of freaks of nature who I believe might be able to help Millie. Forget New York City, they'd have me shipped off on the next bus to the nuthouse if I fed them that one. Or what I'd do after I spent maybe enough money to give me two nights in a cheap hotel, that was most likely crawling with bedbugs. Or if these people at the school for potens would take kindly to me, or send me out the door for being a mere lowly, particularly scrappy looking mortal. Hell, a part of me isn't even sure if this thing exists. So perhaps it's not a flawless plan, or even a plan at all really. And yet, I know I have to figure this out, give this craziness a shot or never forgive myself.
And then it strikes me, the answer to the first out of many holes in my plan, that being what I'd tell my family. Rosie Hannigan. Rosie Hannigan was, I suppose, my best friend throughout elementary and part of middle school. Ginger, pimply, and always a bit on the chubby side, Rosie and I bonded over our mutual general disinterest in most things, namely, other people. This lead to our own 'playdates' being scarce, and, when our desperate parents did manage to herd us into the same place together, not very social. We never giggled about boys, spilled our deepest secrets over a bowl of popcorn, or braided each other's hair. But we were the closest thing the other had to a best friend none the less, and I guess that meant something.
Once middle school came around and the vicious monster known as puberty hit, Rosie pretty much went off the edge. She spend 6th grade severely depressed, with reclusive habits that rivaled and perhaps exceeded my own. A part of me was always worried she would do something rash, something final. 7th grade, and she discovered life was perfectly worth living, as long as you're heavily under the influence of weed and alcohol. By that time, we'd pretty much grown apart, as I'd made it clear to her I wasn't interested in that scene. Eventually, her strongly religious catholic mother discovered Rosie's questionable habits, completely flipped out, and moved the whole family out to new York city, where Rosie could attend a private catholic school, which-Mrs Hannigan stressed, she should've done a whole lot sooner.
I reach under my bed and pull out my laptop, which is pink, and covered with stickers of boy bands, romance novels, and kittens. I would take them off, but those things will cling to an object with a grip of death, making it a more likely solution to just build a time machine and slap nine year old me in the face. I go to firefox and log onto Facebook, which I joined a while back in a moment of questionable sanity. After confirming my 30 notifications consist of farmville requests and things of it's kind, I search up Rosie Hannigan. After browsing/stalking her wall and pictures for a while, I determine that she's lost a disturbing amount of weight, dies her hair a more dramatic, unnatural shade of red now, and was "so fucking stoned last night lmaoooooo" (so much for good Christian influences). But most importantly, she still lives in the big apple. Score.
I run into the living room, where Nat and dad are on the couch watching a baseball game. "Hey dad" I say, not bothering to care about interrupting him. "Remember Rosie Hannigan?"
"Rosie, Rosie....she's that little red haired girl you used to hang around with right?"
"yep, that's the one. Well we were talking the other day, and-
"You still keep in touch with that chick? I thought she went off the deep end like, a year ago," Nat interrupts. I roll my eyes. "Yeah, we um, we didn't talk for a while but...now we do. Anyway, she was just saying I should come visit her in New York sometime, you know...reminisce. What do you think?"
"When would this sometime be?", dad asks. "I was thinking a long weekend. Like maybe, this weekend? Leave tomorrow, come back Monday?" Dad shrugs. "I guess I don't see the problem, long as her parents are ok with it." I do a mental victory dance, until mom sticks her head out the kitchen door. "Rosie Hannigan? Wasn't she involved in all sorts of awful things, substance abuse, depression?" Leave it to mother to talk about depression as if it's something you're involved in, like a cult. I groan softly. "She's totally different now mom. She goes to catholic school. She's like, embraced the lord as her savior and all that jazz. She's been...saved." I cringe. Why do I even let myself open my mouth? Mom still looks doubtful (big surprise there). "I don't know, I'd like to talk to her mother before sending you off to bad influences." I roll my eyes, thinking I've reached a dead end. Unless..."Ok mom, I'll just call them and put you on, be right back."
I run into my room and grab the phone, heart racing at the act of insanity I'm about to commit. I dial the number that's thankfully still in my contents and press talk. After three rings, the other line answers. "Hello?" Her voice is suitably low, thank god almighty. "Hi. Rosie?"
"Yeah that's me. Who the hell is this, Charlotte? I told you I only had sex with you to get back at Jordan. I'm not really a lesbian, so stop fucking calling me!" yikes. "Um, this is Alice actually. From New Jersey?"
"Alice? The weird blond one?" yeah, that's me. "What do you want?"
"Well, this is going to sound really, really weird, but I swear to god, go through with it, and I'll pay you $20."
"whoa girl, we're in different states, and contrary to what you might've heard, I am not a hooker." At this, I just close my eyes, take a few deep breaths, and go on to explain what I want from her, which is most certainly NOT what she thinks. To my relief, she agrees, and so I put her on with my mom. After a brief (but seemingly endless to to my anxiety) conversation mother hangs up, looking satisfied. "Well alright, I guess it you can spend the long weekend. She stuck to the script! Thank you Rosie Hannigan, slutty and manipulative as you may be. Thank you! But I hear about you doing anything inappropriate and you're grounded for life." Nat smirks. "Like that would be a punishment for her mom. Try forcing her to spend time in the great outdoors instead." But I run to my room to pack without even shooting a scowl in his direction, too excited and thoroughly freaked out to bother.
The next morning at breakfast, I learn that both mom and dad are too busy to drive me to the greyhound bus we bought tickets for (fine with me) and so Nat will be driving me up instead (even more fine.) Everyone gobbles down the rest of her pancakes (except for Millie, who announces that she isn't feeling well and retreats to bed) and then Nat and I go out to the garage to get the old station wagon, me dragging a bulky red suitcase behind me. I'd packed what I believed to be the bare necessities last night. At one point, I'd ironically realized how lonely it would be, and looked longingly at Faegen, wishing I could pack him in my suitcase and take him along with me, have him kill all those potential bedbugs in my hostel room. Instead, I just settle with scooping him up in my arms and hugging him, making him the one and only family member I hug goodbye.
Once I'm sitting shotgun next to Nat in his old station wagon, suitcase in the back trunk, on our way to the bus station, he proceeds to start with his own personal brand of small talk, which is ironically not very small at all. "So Al, what do you think. Is Mil having a boy or a girl? I'll bet you ten bucks it's a boy." I stare out the window, wanting to change the subject as quickly as possible. "Did you know the Whooping Crane is the tallest bird in America?"
"Oh yeah? How tall?"
"Five feet."
"Yeesh. Where'd you hear that?"
"Snapple cap fact."
"Ah. God bless America."
We finally pull over at the bus stop, where Nat helps me lug my suitcase out of the trunk. I'm starting to think maybe I packed more than the bare necceseties after all. As we stand at the terminal waiting for the bus to arrive, Nat says something that surprises me. "Hey Al?"
"Yeah?"
"look, I'm sorry for making fun of that whole Wiccan thing. You know Gemma's kinda into that whole scene, and she explained a lot about it. I'm not saying I'd like, worship it or anything, but I guess it's actually pretty cool." I raise an eyebrow. "Gemma's into Wicca? You have got to be kidding me. Gemma's Nat's current girlfriend, a bouncy bubbly girl that brings unnatural levels of energy to the house whenever she visits. I think mom's a bit scared of her. She always seems far to much the preppy kind to be interested in something like witchcraft, but I guess I'm wrong. "yeah she is. Just you know...try not to turn anyone into a toad or anything." I grin. "I'll try my best." as if on cue, my bus arrives, bringing the movie like sibling affection moment to a close. We fist bump, and I board the bus, preparing to be swept away into the most rash,
ridiculous thing I've ever done In my life.

Biographical Information
Full Name: Sarina Edwards
Born: June 13th 2003
Birthplace: Paris, France
Alias:  Phoenix
Physical Information
Species:  Dhampire
Rank: Upper level
Gender:  Female
Hair Color:  Reddish orange
Eye Color:  Golden red
Skin Color:  lite mocha
Familial Information
Family Members
Parents:  Kristen Edwards & Rowan  Kurata
Grandparents: Kaley Kurata & Mitch Kurata
Uncle: Dominick Edwards
Magical Characteristics
Basic powers
Super Strength
Sense Enhancement
Active Powers
Regeneration
Agility
Immunity
Enhanced Senses
Sensing
Immortality
Magical Possessions
None
Non Magical items
Holy water
Stakes
Bow and arrows
Allegiance
None
Affiliation
Occupation:  Vampire Hunter, Florist
Residence: San Francisco, CA
Loyalty:  Humans, and Magical Community
Friends:  Alyssa, Mara, Wyatt, Billie Jenkins, Tamora, Kat,  Kyle and Henry jr.

Chapter 1 Hollow Dreams
         Sleep it never worked for me not with the kind of nightmares that came along with dreaming. I had been in Karakura Town for a few  weeks now spending time with my uncle. I didn't want to sleep, it's not that I couldn't its that when I fell to sleep I had horrible nightmares of a white man with glowing yellow eyes he always had this demonic laugh whenever he  saw my reaction to something he'd do. No matter what I did  in order to get sleep I'd see him in my dreams he was waiting, he was always waiting for me, n if you ask me in all honestly that's more creepier then that man that kills you in your sleep see as they say you're in "his world", but this was different this was reality, n  unfortunately there was no possible way of escaping that kind of madness, if indeed it was madness.  I woke up screaming. Apparently my screaming not only woke up my uncle, but everyone in the shop. Kisuke woke up, n walked up the stairs groggy  a red hair boy looked up at him as he watched  Kisuke go up stairs
"Why does the guest get the special treatment?"
"Jinta she's the Boss' niece" Tessai told him, Jinta rolled his dark eyes
"I still don't care if she's the lover of carrot top!"
"Tessai call the Kurosaki Clinic" Kisuke yelled from upstairs a  slender mocha chocolate woman with long purple hair waltzed into the living area
"Now what's going now?" She asked Tessai looked at her
"Tessai is Yoruichi down there?"
"Yes boss"
"I don't get it" Jinta said
"Go back to bed Jinta" Yoruichi told the red head, he rolled his dark eyes, and stormed off, the woman sighed as the owner of the shop came down the stairs she noticed he was holding his niece in his arms "What the hell happened Kisuke?" She asked him he shrugged
"Any luck yet?" He asked Tessai, Tessai gave the phone to Kisuke
"Kurosaki Clinic?"
"Isshin"
"Ah Urahara long time"
"Listen it's my niece"
"What about her?"
"She has one hell of a fever, n a few cuts n bruises,"
"Ah bring her over I'll have a bed ready for her my friend" Isshin hung up the phone n got his clinic up n running for the newest patient: Kisuke's niece Masaki Urahara. Yoruichi looked at him with a concerned look as he had Ururu help him with what he would need for his neice on the way to the Kurosaki household.
"Do you mind telling me what the hell is going on?" Yoruichi asked him, he just looked at her
"What are you talking about Yoruichi?"
"Ever since your niece came here to live with you. Kisuke something's been different you're not telling me"
"Nonsense"
'Now I'll be seeing you again love' I heard I shot up soaked with sweat 6 pair of eyes were looking at me
"Ah I see you're up for now" I heard my uncle say "Sleep well?" Since I wasn't much for talking I just shook my head, n looked down noticing the new marks on my body.
Meanwhile
        As Uncle Kisuke was getting me ready for the trip to the clinic, Isshin was getting the Kurosaki Clinic ready for use
"Ichigo, Hichigo you boys get your butts in" Two 20 yr old collage students  groaned as they both walked into the room used for the clinic see they could be twins only the one named Ichigo was human with bright spiked orange hair with mocha brown eyes whilst the other; Hichigo was a hollow with bleached white spiked hair and golden fiery eyes. Yes I said Hollow you see Hichigo has more than plenty of life energy to live in the world of the living. And by doing so he has made it his job to make the people of Karakura miserable well not all of them, he has a secret only Ichigo knows about this secret.
"What's the hurry Dad?" Ichigo asked Isshin, he looked at him
"It's Urahara's niece" Hichigo blushed a bit, Ichigo smirked
"What about her?" He asked Isshin sighed
"She's very sick son, apparently she's been having nightmares to the point it's made her very sick" Suddenly out of nowhere Ichigo smacked his friend hard as humanly possible, Isshin looked at his son, and  shook his dark brown almost black head getting the room ready for  Urahara's niece to arrive.
"I guess what they say at school is true" Ichigo looked at Hichigo
"What are you mumbling on about?" He asked the white hair boy
"You heard me strawberry top, apparently they say u my friend are bipolar"
"Like hell!"
"Will you knock it off n make sure this room is ready by the time Urahara gets here tonight!"
Thing was every time Hichigo paid his crush a visit he left behind some of his hollowness, n no one even knew this. Of course no one knew that a hollow could live outside its human host which Hichigo proved that wrong to all 3 worlds: The Soul Society, the world of the living n Hueco Mundo.

Introduction of Character

Name: (First/Last)

Age:

Gender: Male/Female

Nickname(s):

Alias(es):

Birth Date:

Species:

Occupation:

Squad: [Soul Reapers Only]

Seat: [Soul Reapers Only]

Rank:: (Espada, Privaron, etc.) [Arrancar Only]

Affiliation(s): [Thirteen Court Guard Squads (Thirteen Divisions), Sōsuke Aizen’s Army, Visoreds, etc]

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The Character’s Appearance

Appearance:
[Try to include detailed description of character’s physical characteristics (shape of nose, freckles, moles, scars, shape of eyes, accessories, etc.), ethnicity, common attire, etc. DO NOT JUST PUT DOWN WORDS!]

Height:

Weight:

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About the Character

Personality:
[Be as detailed as you can with your character’s personality. DO NOT JUST PUT DOWN WORDS! Go into depth with your character.]

Fear(s):

Likes:

Dislikes:

Habit(s):

Flaw(s):

Talent(s):

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The Character’s Relationship With Others

Reputation:
(How people view your character in general)

Love Interest(s):
First/Last Name [If possible] of Love Interest (How Character Feels About Love Interest; Ex: In Denial, Does Not Realize Feelings, stuff like that [Keep it short, sweet and to the point; No need to explain the situation, as you will explain it in the relationships section below])

[Repeat if needed]

Friend(s):
[Look at Love Interest, only without the parentheses]

World of the Living:
[Insert friends from this place (if there are any), if not, delete this]

Soul Society:
[Same as above]

Las Noches:
[Same as above]

Enemy(ies):

Relationship(s):

First/Last Name of Character (Canon or Original Character) - Detailed description of how they met and what their relationship is and/or where it’s going

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The Character’s Abilities

Fighting Style:

Zanpakutō:

Zanpakutō Element:

Zanpakutō Spirit:


Zanpakutō Appearance(s):

Sealed:


Shikai:


Bankai:

(On a scale of 1-10; 1 being terrible and 10 being the best)

Spiritual Power: /10

Swordsmanship: /10

Hand-to-Hand Combat: /10

Defense: /10

Offense: /10

Kidō: /10

(Abilities listed below is for Arrancar OCs; Optional for depending on who your character is)

Bala: /10

Garganta: /10

Cero: /10

Sonído: /10

Hierro: /10

People Skills: /10

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The Character’s Familial/Biographical Information

Birthplace:

Family:
[Look at Friends, but add parentheses to it in order to define who the person is in the family and whether they are active, deceased, etc.

Repeat if needed]

Familial Background:


Character Background:

It was dark and cold outside, with plenty of stars. Lights from a second-story window shone into the night, much to the chagrin of a certain married couple. Their five-year-old twins, Marilyn and Samson, refused to go to sleep without a bedtime tale to take with them into the dream world.

The mother sat on Samson's bed, poking his belly. "Aren't you tired from the Tickle Monster chasing you around?" Her golden hair draped over her shoulders. There were freckles on her face and a tired expression in her green eyes.

Sammy shook his head. "Uh-uh." His straight, blonde hair wobbled. He had his mother's freckles, but his father's brown eyes.

The father pulled the covers over Mary, crouching next to her bed. "Alright, you two. What story do you want to hear? Horton Hears a Who? Goodnight, Moon?" Unlike his thin, Caucasian wife, he was Korean and stocky. He had the black, fluffy hair and big cheeks.

The daughter, Mary, on the other hand, was more like her father than her mother. Her hair was black and bouncy. Her cheeks were big and her brown eyes had a slight Asian characteristic about them.

The twins looked at each other momentarily, and then Sammy spoke up. "We wanna hear the story of Mom and Dad."

Caught off guard, the parents stared dumbfounded at each other. The father smiled. "Do we have a story?"

The mother raised an eyebrow, clearly not amused by his question. "I don't know, honey. Do we?"

Her husband chuckled and turned to the kids. "Alright. Once upon a time, there was a dragon named Carol and a unicorn named Dan."

Sammy giggled. "Mommy's the dragon!"

The mother nodded in approval. "I like being able to breathe fire."

"Oh, you breathe fire alright." Dan said.

Before Carol could react, their daughter pointed to Dan, saying, "And you breathe rainbows!"

The mother rolled her eyes. "Yeah. Especially in the morning."

"Anyway," the father continued, "the dragon and the unicorn became friends, really great friends. And they became girlfriend and boyfriend."

Marilyn spread her arms. "Awwwww!"

Samson frowned. "When is Mommy gonna fight knights?"

Mary glared at her twin. "Shhhhhh!"

Dan plowed on. "But the dragon wanted to go to a foreign land. She wanted to explore and have adventures, like fighting knights. So she did. She left her unicorn boyfriend behind, all by his lonesome. And she met a new dragon in that foreign land. With glasses and squinty eyes. He was yellow. And everybody but Dan lived happily ever after."

Mary peered at her blankets in concentration. "I don't like that story."

Carol sighed. "Neither do I, sweetie. It's not very accurate at all. First of all, Mommy never married a glasses dragon. Daddy is proof of that. Second of all, I came back from that foreign land."

"Well, honey, tell us your version of our story." Dan ordered, sounding like his son.

Carol smiled at her children. "Once, there was a cat named Carol and a dog named Dan. They didn't get along—"

"Aren't dogs loyal?" Dan felt the need to point out.

"Did I interrupt your story? No." She cleared her throat dramatically. The children laughed. "Now, even though they didn't get along, they started hanging out more, eventually becoming friends. And one day, they told each other that they liked each other. But the cat had dreams before she met the dog, very big and wonderful dreams. So she went off to fulfill those dreams."

"What were your dreams?" Mary asked, hugging her stuffed bunny.

"Well, I wanted to live in Japan for a year. So I participated in a student-exchange program, which means that I could trade places with a girl in Japan and take a year of schooling there."

Sammy's mouth dropped open. "Woooow! Did you meet Samurai?"

"Yes! And ninjas." Carol's eyes glowed with excitement.

Dan shrugged. "Yeah, your mother loves those Japanese guys. So that's the end of the story—"

"Hold it!" His wife held up her hand. "That is not the end." She leaned forward, closer to her kids. "After the cat was done with her adventures, she came back to the dog. Sure, she was very happy in Japan and absolutely loved it there and even dreamed of living there—"

"Heeey." Dan narrowed his eyes.

"Buuuut she realized that she had missed the dog immensely while she was away from him. And she decided that she couldn't be happy at all without him. So she married the dog. And even though the cat still wishes she could go back to Japan, and even though the cat and the dog still have little spats and disagreements… the cat is very happy that she decided to marry the dog."

"Yaaaay!" The twins cheered together.

Dan grinned at the love of his life. "Why can't you be this romantic when the kids aren't around?"

Carol uttered a sound of shock and threw a stuffed shark at her husband.

"Ow!" He laughed.

"Is Mom gonna beat Dad up?" Samson asked.

"Yes, honey," the parents said together.

"Cool." The little boy smiled.

Mary tilted her head. "I like Mommy's story better."

Sammy looked at his sister incredulously. "But Dad's story has dragons and unicorns and knights!"

"But Mommy's story is more correct."

Carol nodded. "That's right, sweetie. Mommy is always right."

Dan coughed. "Maybe Mommy should fix her laptop instead of Daddy then."

The wife sighed and stood up. "Alright, sleepy time, okay? Goodnight, Sammy. I love you."

Dan straightened himself. "Goodnight, Mary. Daddy loves you more than Mommy."

"Liiiess," Carol called from across the room.

"Goodnight, Mom! Goodnight, Dad!" The kids replied through their laughter.

My eyes snap open, my body frozen, my breath tight and still in my lungs. I glance at the clock, it's 2:30 and something just woke me up out of a sound sleep. I lay still, my ever sense and nerve straining to hear and feel the dark stillness of the house. Then I feel it, there's something upstairs. I relax slightly. Whatever it is, it never comes into my room. it comes close, but in my seventeen years living here, the thing has never crosses the threshold. I pull the covers closer to me, and scoop my pillows and stuffed animals around me. This thing shows up from time to time, does the rounds, and then leaves a few hours later. No one believes me when I try to tell them, and I'm too much of a chicken to try to prove it on my own, so I shut my eyes tight and try to be still. I know it won't enter my room, either it thinks I'm asleep, or something else is guarding my room. I close my eyes, slow my breathing and picture my guardian, crouched on my bed facing the door. The statues in my room are facing the other points of the compass and I imagine no one and nothing would dare face off the spirits of a dragon, a unicorn, a demon horse.  

That in-depth feeling abandoned me, as my eyes went out of focus and my world tilted. WHAM! A wrench went flying from across the room, landing right where I could have sworn my head was.
"Don't you dare fall asleep when I'm talking to you!"
I looked down, still exhausted; it was… what 3:00 A.M.? Once I saw how serious her eyes were, I snapped out of my slouch. "Sir no sir, it won't happen again!" She looked at me for a minute, a withering scowl crossing her face then passing as she picked up her wrench to make sure it was okay.
"Lucky for you, you leaned over just in time; then again, you never were a morning person were you?"
That loud, booming voice, so happy and unmistakable that bellowed in from the doorway was a welcomed interruption to our "breakfast" conversation.
"Durge!" I jumped up just in time to catch the milk carton with my elbow. Great.
"Croas! So help me I'm going to-"
Runo's voice always had a way of making my spin freeze open into an easily manipulated pile of mush.

"Whoops…"  what else can I say…I'm really not a morning person….








My name is Croas Marx, and this is our story.

          There once was a tower, made of mortar and stone, it was a high tower, mighty and strong. It could withstand anything thrown at it, be that dragons or knights or angry villagers, or nature's elements. The tower would constantly take a battering from anything or anyone who tried to enter, for the tower held a most precious treasure. And she who lived there loved her beloved tower. She would often run her hands over the paintings and she made sure to keep it as clean and repaired as possible, both inside and out. And so time passed and she grew, happy in her tower, kept safe from the cruelty of the world.
     But time has a way of changing things. Nothing can stay as it is and one day a man came along and stole her away in the dark of the night. He took her from her sanctuary and sold her into the life of an ordinary girl with everyday problems. She fought it as best she could, every day she tried to run back to her tower. Every night she would look to the sky and beg the heavens to return her to her safe haven. But it was not to be so. Time continued to pass. She grew into a young woman and there was talk of college and a job and maybe someday marriage to a fine man. She was listless through it all. She wanted nothing but to return to her tower.
     Then, one day, she met a man. A tall blonde haired man with sky blue eyes, and a soft, easy voice, and a gentle laugh and a crooked smile that made her heart jump in a funny way. She fell in love with him, and became attached to him. His arms became her new tower, his eyes, her nighttime sky, his beating heart and his passionate love was her reason to get out of bed in the morning. She began to dream of a life with him, of a home and children. But it seemed destiny didn't like that idea either, for the man was ripped from her, all too soon it seemed. And his love became a distant memory. His love turned cold, where he had once spoken kindly to her there where now cold harsh words, when he spoke to her at all.
     She returned to the same state she had been in when she was first taken from her tower. She begged and pleaded and cried and ragged until, finally, one sunny spring morning, she was returned to her tower. She climbed the stairs and entered her world. Everything was just as she had left it, so long ago. The magic of this place had waited for her and when she stepped inside, she was covered in a cape of green leaves, a crown of flower buds and petals was dropped onto her head and the tower rang out with music. She spent a glorious summer there. It was everything she wanted because there was almost no contact with the outside world. It was just like the old days. There where balls and parties, and great feasts in her honor. Even the weather was warm, as if her return made it happy. It never rained that summer, but there was no drought.
    Finally, mother earth turned in her dance and the world slowly started to cool. The sun shone on the tower for as long as it could, into an Indian summer where the fall leaves where so breathtaking that she spent as much time painting as she did dancing at balls. There was no snow that winter, except for small amounts that allowed her to sled or skate across the pond in fantastic dances that would make one's heart ache, if there had been anyone there to see it. But there was no one but those she allowed in. Animals, of course, and beings that the magic itself created for her company. Her trust may have been shattered but she knew in her heart of hearts that the magic would not let her down.
     Then one day her world stopped. Her lover contacted her. They began to talk again, slowly at first. And her whole world felt shaky, even though she was careful to talk only about general things. Her life in the tower, and how happy she was there. But in spite of all of that, she felt herself being pulled back in, despite the pain they had caused each other. She stepped carefully, as if she where barefoot and treading amongst broken glass…
So now we ask ourselves, what will happen to this princess from The Tower? Will she find love again? Or will she flee back into her tower and never come out again? Who can say?

Name: Hyperion Nowa
Age: 312 (Appears to be 25)
Sex: Male
Species: Shinigami
Rank: 6th Division Lieutenant (+ One of two leaders of the Gotei 13 squad Hollow Cavalry)
Height: 6´2 - tall well built tanned
Eyes: Stormy sea blue
Hair: Red + black strand (One thick braid finished with a ying yang pendant the same as Nyx has/ when in shikai/bankai mode his hair are loose)

Appearance:

Hype is a tall well built tanned man with the same red hair as his sister but he has black strand in it while Nyx has white one. His hairstyle is simple, it consist of one braid fixed to one side ending with a ying- yang pendant; same as Nyx has on her braid - the sign of their compatibility (good/bad - dark/light)
He wears a classical tabi with sandals and shinigami shihakusho but his sleeves are tucked up to his shoulder armour plates so they don´t get in the way when he fights. He doesn´t wear typical lieutenant badge like the others but has the sign of the squad printed on his left shoulder armor plate. His obi is also untypical for simple shinigami. It´s not white but yellow, the same colour as his gauntlets. Those are combined in black and yellow colour. The fabric bottom and also the little plates on are black while the tough scaffolding of the gauntlet is yellow. On the black plates there are yellow glowing points emiting energy, able to create electricity.


Characteristics:
In his normal lieutenant shinigami state he appears to be quiet well mannered gentleman type of a guy. He doesn´t like fights, and can´t bear much alcohol. He loves flowers particulary yellow tyger lilies. Despite of his personality he can be a bit vicious when it comes to Avalon. As Avalon let Hype know that they never will be friends because of Hype´s body full of static electricity, despite of Avalon being loyal, Hype repays by provoking him and emiting tiny lightning bolts from his gauntlets whenever coming near Avalon.
In his insane state after going shikai and bankai he can´t control his urges. He goes nuts and acts like a crazy psycho maso. He always remember every detail unlike his sister but still can´t do anything about his behaviour. He still has some way to go to fix it.
When meeting an opponent in this state the enemy is exposed to a horryfing view of flying punches with enormous speed and no fear. Hype in this state fights as he doesn´t care of getting hurt or even killed. He just enjoys the blood and brises and wounds.
He is still able to cooperate with Nyx when in team but only thanks to Nyx developing a fighting tactics especial for when Hype´s in his madman state.
All the other members of Hollow riders are adjusted to this and never cross his way when he slays heads. On the other hand the only member of the team - Avalon - needs to be taken away from him as Hype never controls himself emiting a huge aura of reishi combined with electric power and Avalon doesn´t bear this thing very well.

Abilities

Kido:
Average knowledge of it he would be better if he considered Kido to be a serious part of fighting. He only uses it in his normal state to prevent the fight. When in insane state he curses at it.

Zanjustsu & Hakuda:
When in normal state he relies more on his speed, as he´s much faster that his sister. This ability even increases when he gains shikai or bankai. His lightning bold speed connected with a well aimed punch are his strongest weapons.

Use of the zanpakuto:
Only in normal state. He doesn´t like to use it very much as he avoids fight as much as possible. When turning shikai and bankai his sword changes and upgrades his gauntlets so he basically doeasn´t use the sword techniques much. He can easily defend himself but is not the best in his shinigami level.

Shunpo:

On the level of strongest Captains. His truly strongest ability he posseses - agility.


Zanpakuto:

Name: Rei (Ray)

Shikai:

Release phrase: Ryou Rei (Charge Ray)

The sword disappears and Hype´s gauntlets grow in size. The little lightning points get into the triangle shape emiting much more energy then before. The defensive plates grow thicker but still are light in weight. As he is a close combat type he doesn´t need a sword to his usage.


Bankai:
Release Phrase:  Rei Rakurai Niau (Be strucked by a Lightning Ray)

In this state his gauntlets grow even bigger. They change the colour and become completely black except the triangle shaped points where the lighning reishi flows. As he´s a close combatant he uses his Bankai on a close range. The enemy must be at least 20 metres to him so it can be active. When it is so a huge yellow "Ray wings like" coat grow all around him and his enemy. Hype leads electricity through it as he can elicit the energy and transform it on his own and strucks the victim.
For a long range attack he uses electric "Ray tail like " arrows but since he loves blood and close fight he´s weak at aiming most of the time and almost never uses this technique.




Zanpakuto spirit:
Spirit is a young male with a black fauxhawk which continue to seven ray tails ended with sharp blade pendants. Each tail has a thorn emiting electricity in his end near the metalic pendant which leads the electricity through it. He almost never smiles and when he does he can elude only a psycho grin like his owner. He has a tattoo on his head the shaved part on the left side showing a picture of sun - a sarcastical tribute to his owner. He doesn´t wear clothes. His lower part of body looks like made of  liquid metal. He wears similar gauntlets as Hype but his are just simple protectors as he often covers with his arms which gave him some ugly wounds.
When Hype´s in his normal state they argue because Ray wants to fight and Hype does not. He´s loyal but can be pretty stubborn which may create silly situations.

Stuff you should include in your character profile along with a filled template!

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BASIC STATS
Alias: Their superhero or supervillain title or unique codename
Group / Alliance Affiliation(s): Is it Young Justice? The Super Galaxy Princess Alliance? Evil Brotherhood of Evilness? Somewhere else? What group do they work for or are allied with?

Secret ID: Real name if they wish to reveal.
Nickname(s):
Age: We're aiming for teens (13-19), but they can be older or younger
Gender: Male, Female, Masculine, Feminine, Transgendered, Androgynous, Non-gendered?
Nationality: Earth country? Alien? Mixed ancestry? You can also put in ethnicity (e.g. Canadian, but is Vietnamese descent)
Current Residence:
Height:
Weight:
Eye Color:
Hair Color:
Hair Type: Long, short, wavy, messy, curly, etc.
Skin Color: You can also describe their skin type if it's unique
Physical Description: Slim, athletic, chubby, muscular, greasy, etc.

Personality
General Personality: How do they usually come off to others? How's their general disposition?

Good Traits: Some things people will find positive about them or are adaptive, or makes their life easier
Bad Traits: Some things that are considered maladaptive about them, or makes their life harder

Quirks: Extra stuff that makes them unique! Weird stuff they do.
Hopes: What motivates them to keep going despite other obstacles? What's their big dream goal?
Fears: Any phobias? Something they can't stand to lose? Something that will push them to desperate measures?

Memorable Quote(s): Battle cries? Usual sayings? Your character's catchphrase?

Relationships ADD INTO THIS SECTION AS NECESSARY, LIKE FAMILY MEMBERS
Closest Friends: Are they friends with the enemy? YJ team members? other OCs?
Enemies: Can be many, can be an arch enemy, can be rivals, can be other team members they just really hate!
Girlfriend(s)/Boyfriend(s): Past? Current? Multiple? Feel free to add in their sexual orientation (gay, straight, bisexual, pansexual, asexual, etc.) since inquiring minds will want to know! lol

Battle
Power(s): General description of power and abilities, and what it's mostly based on.

POWER/ABILITY 1: brief description of what it does
PROS: What makes it so useful.. if it's useful at all
CONS: What keeps the person from abusing this power? Or if they keep abusing it anyway, what are the side effects? What's bad about this power?

POWER/ABILITY 2: brief description of what it does
PROS: What makes it so useful.. if it's useful at all
CONS: What keeps the person from abusing this power? Or if they keep abusing it anyway, what are the side effects? What's bad about this power?

Weapon(s): Any arsenals that they use like a sword, guns, grenades, etc. Remember not to list too many since they won't be able to carry it all!
Style: How do they generally fight? What's their battle strategy? Quick? Slow? Aggressive? Evasive? etc.
Strengths: What makes them good in battle? Team player? Good tank?
Weaknesses: What gives enemies the opportunity to get the better of them? What makes them screw it up for themselves or their team?

Background:
Some general information about their past and motivations! Add in villainous motivations as necessary if they happen to be on the "wrong side"!