Name:
Lance Wheidon

Age:
Eight

Gender:
Male

Height|Weight:
4'3 | 65lbs

Physical Appearance:
Contrary to the above picture, his wings are only starting to grow in and appear to be a faint tattoo on his back. Sometimes it twitches and freaks kids out which is hilarious. He also usually has blood on his face- his, most of the time- and hands- probably some other kid's.



Race:
Terrible mixture of crow-spirit and vampire. The crow part dominates more than the vampire part, considering his mom is only barely half a vamp, but as his teeth are starting to form he's gotten weird bloodthirsty cravings.

Bad Habit(s):
Causing crows to crowd around the school when he's annoyed which is like all the time, and trying to bite people- this one is subconscious, he just can't help it when people smell good.

Petals:
Three

Repercussions:
Lance ends up vomiting blood a lot- sometimes he doesn't even notice and it just overflows his mouth. Freaks a lot of the new kids and the new caretakers, which makes him not mind a little more. The crows also don't come around anymore unless he throws a huge- like HUGE- fit, or calls them (this one is more like a 50/50 thing, considering that if they don't come, Lance throws a huge fuss, which then makes them come anyways).



Family:
His mom is a History teacher for one of the classes and his sister attends the school.

History:
TBA

Other:
The rest of his family is actually really sweet, no one knows why he's a troublemaker.

Name: Samson Cull
Age: 6
Gender: Male
Height|Weight: 3'3" | 34lbs

Physical Appearance:
Short, thin, and frail, Samson's body is more comparable to a little girl's. Though he is as fit as a fiddle and active to boot, Sam is obviously going to be on the short and skinny side for the rest of his life, much to his despair. Long, curly blonde hair frames his round face and large green eyes peer out from beneath pointed bangs. He will at times dawn glasses during class, further strengthening the largeness of his gaze, and they will often slide down to rest just at the tip of his extremely small nose. Small lips stand out against porcelain skin, and round cheeks flush red at even the slightest mistake. Though his body is otherwise bare of blemishes, he has tattooed magic circles onto the palms of his hand out of curiosity. They have yet to go away, and always seem to cause trouble in the end. Normally dresses in rather cute but fancy outfits, his favorite being a white button up and black overall shorts. He likes to dress cutely, and even favors dressing up in his sister's old gowns and skirts on sunnier days.

Race:
Witch, or just a human with magical properties. This hereditary trait was gained from his mother, though her powers lay dormant and unknown.

Bad Habit(s):
When upset or nervous, small magical anomalies appear close by. Most are harmless, like a sudden toad or two appearing on the windowsill, but he has also been able to make thunder storms brew in seconds. Eve tries her best to keep him calm in an effort to stop these sudden magical influxes from harming anyone or thing. Other than that, Samson is very clumsy, especially when it comes to spell casting, so be wary of haywire wand swishes.

Petals: Two
Repercussions:
Spells cast accidentally will normally backfire onto him and will last for a maximum of two hours. Latest backfire had left him as a rabbit for a good hour. It wasn't very fun.

Family:
The Cull household is, uh, religious to say the least. Both of the kids' parents are rather obsessed with Christianity, so when they discovered that one of their children was a witch and the other was practically possessed they hightailed them out of the house to live with their Aunt Perry. Aunty Perry is a very eccentric witch with a reputation for putting silly curses on any neighbors who dare tread across her lovely overgrown yard. The siblings adore her.

History:
The Cull household was generally quiet and calm... Until this magic-making child was born. His first days in the ranch-style abode were simply a blur of furniture raising and books vanishing. Mr. and Mrs. Cull thought that their child was possessed by a demon, but the more he grew the less these odd occurrences happened, and besides, Eve seemed to adore him. He was treated normally up until the year he turned four. That's when the... Accident took place. The accident that left Eve in a coma for a good year. Samson, who's development as a witch had come faster than most could expect, tried his best to revive his sister, blaming the whole ordeal on himself, and then one day, on the eve of her eighth birthday, one of his potions succeeded, and Eve was up within moments, trying to scream but failing, eyes bulging at things others could not see.

Well, if that didn't scar a kid then what did? Anyway, in the next year both children were shipped off to Aunt Perry, a chubby woman with a smile that filled her eyes and an array of dead creatures hanging in her kitchen. She trained Samson in the black arts, though eventually she had to send both off to the Academy in an effort to control both his sudden magical outbursts and his sister's poltergeist-ish tendencies.

Other:
Taught himself sign language so he can understand Eve's frantic gestures.

Name: Eve Cull
Age: 9
Gender: Female
Height|Weight: 4'4" | 52lbs

Physical Appearance:
Eve is definitely Samson's brother, those who gaze upon the two could probably mistake them for twins if not for Eve's height and oddly pale ways. Her flesh is pure white, so pure that her veins appear dark blue and any bruises and burns stand out almost disgustingly well. Her body is thin and frail, obviously weak, and her cheeks which were once sullen from lack of eating have begun to fill out with youth once again. Odd green-blue eyes stare out from beneath blonde eyelashes, seeming to glow from within with an unnatural light, and long, fluffy blonde hair tangles at her lower back easily. Her knees and legs are often covered in band-aids and bruises from constantly chasing after her bother or simply exploring. Despite her adventurous personality, Eve does enjoy dressing up in girly dresses, and especially loves to wear her nightgowns whenever she can. She has a single magical tattoo on her right shoulder, given to her by Aunt Perry in an effort to keep ghosts away while she sleeps.

Race:
Human, but like a haunted human. She can see ghosts and they always seem to gather around her, appearing as odd, colorful lights which she calls Wisps or Wispys. They react to her emotions which often leads to telekinetic accidents.

Bad Habit(s):
Frustration and embarrassment often leads to a wind-swept room. The ghosts that surround her all react to negative emotions, and when Eve is feeling fussy they react violently, lifting papers and books and, depending on how angry she is, bigger objects like chairs and desks. Though it doesn't happen as often as the telekinetic tantrums, Eve also has a slight tendency to become slightly possessed. A possessed Eve is usually very unresponsive and depressed, yet entirely too driven to escape public eye, so she can often be seen getting up in the middle of class to hide in the nearest closet until she is able to dispel the unwanted entity.

Petals: Four

Repercussions:
Eve's repercussions often lead her to falling asleep very suddenly. She grows extremely drowsy and irritable, and then can ultimately be found napping at her desk or simply laying in the middle of the hall, out like a light. A rarer repercussion is when she is actually a repellent of spirits for a few minutes, and though she pretends to enjoy this side effect it ultimately leaves her feeling helpless and alone. They are eventually drawn back though, and the whole cycle begins again.

History:
TBA

Other:
The same accident that gave Eve her supernaturally desirable body also seemed to take away her ability to speak. Eve is mute and communicates through writing and sign language.

Name:
Oliver “Teddy” Quinn

Age:
Six

Gender:
Male

Height|Weight:
3'10” | 52lbs

Physical Appearance:

Race:
Neko

Bad Habit(s):
Teddy has the ability to alter gravity. If he is scared or sad, himself and objects around him become lighter. If he is angry it has the opposite effect and everything becomes heavy. Normally when he is in a pleasant mood he is able to control the effect slightly. Very slightly.

Petals:
Three

Repercussions:
Anytime his ability is used, Teddy become incredibly tired. Most of the time, he can be found curled up in a warm spot in the corner, happily sleeping the day away. It adds to his cat-like features.

Family: (ok how did they even get into this school)

History: (they're kids)

Other: (they're kids)

Name: Amethystia Johnson
Age: 5
Gender: Female
Height|Weight: 3'1"|28 lbs
Physical Appearance: Terribly thin and short, looking like a breath of wind might pick her up and fling her to oblivion. Her skin is pale from rarely seeing the sun, her hair wavy purple-black. Her deep purple eyes gaze out from a solemn face with very little coloring, even on her lips and cheeks. Her body is criscrossed in scars from encounters with ghosts who don't realize they're dead, as well as a time when, driven mad, she wrapped herself in barbed wire (the only thing readily available) and rolled down a hill, hoping to cut herself to pieces and join the very voices that so terribly haunt her.
Race: Human.
Bad Habit(s): Freaking out in the middle of class and chattering at things other people can't even see. Usually in about ten different languages.
Petals: 5
Repercussions: Anxiety attacks, moments of not knowing where she is. Getting "stuck" in whichever language she's in when the petals finally kick in. She's spent weeks chattering at people in Latin and freaking out when they don't understand her.

Family: The youngest of about twenty kids (I say about, because several of them have literally vanished off the face of the earth and several created clones of themselves, in the womb, or just outside of it, and so no one actually knows exactly how many kids are in the family at any given time) and all of them gifted in this way. She's the first to manifest so early, but she goes to this school along with about thirteen of her other siblings. Again, one of them is a clone-r, so sometimes thirteen, sometimes fifteen. And one is prone to vanishing, so sometimes only twelve.
History: Lived in a rural environment for much of her childhood, with a plethora of older siblings and cousins and friends. At any one meal there were probably forty people at her kitchen table. So she's used to being overlooked, until the day her powers manifested. She was three; a little girl wearing a long, floor-length dress came to visit and asked if she wanted to play. The girl was speaking in Latin; Ame heard it as English. Ame and the girl played for a while, until her older siblings freaked out and called their parents out. Over the next week other children, some from Egypt, some from Greece, most from Pompeii and Hiroshima and all the other places where children had died without need, came to play with her. And so did some meaner people; men who had been tortured until they'd gone insane, women who'd seen their children burn, boys and girls barely out of childhood sacrificed on the front lines. They were angry and disillusioned, and thought that Ame was the one keeping them on earth and out of Elysium where they might find eternal peace, and tried to kill her. They succeeded, three times, plus another time when Ame tried to kill herself. And every time Ame's gods, the ones taught to her by the children of Pompeii, would heal her wounds and put her back in her mortal body, because her "task was unfinished."
Other: Knows sign-language, and Latin and Greek and Egyptian and Japanese and a whole bunch of other languages. But sign-language and english are the only two she can actually communicate with the world in; the others kick in only when conversing with the dead.