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It's punishment time

Name
Alice Allen Abell Abott Aison Aku Akira
Age
15

Personality
Alice likes rules. She likes order and justice. She has always disliked rule breakers. Alice also has a short temper. She resorts to violence though she doesn't break the rules. She is very much a tomboy, liking what most boys do.

Bio
Alice's past is different than most children's. Her mother could never hold a relationship. As a result of this Alice has had five fathers, each from a marriage that didn't last long. The divorces weighed on Alice's mother. After her fourth divorce she began to drink. Soon enough she was an alcoholic. And Alice began to take care of her mother instead of the other way around. She began to grow a tomboyish side to her, learning martial arts. Alice's newest father wasn't nice. He punished Alice when she did wrong, though he never hurt Alice's mother. When she was 13, Alice awoke her ability, causing her "father"'s death. After that Alice vowed to figh for justice and to lee her talent hidden.

Ability
Black Magic.

Status
Student

Familiar
Large pitch black Crow, LassBoss

Specialty
Curses

What Does Magic Mean To You
"Life. It's humanities new way to stay alive another day. But to me it's a way to help myself and my family. A way to stay away from all the bad and to fight the evil."

Buddy
Elrinasa

Other
Alice says her ability is to sense true intentions and covers up her talent with a skill at taming
Can I reserve a student spot.

Also, can I make someone who's ability relates to skill in the dark arts, though she doesn't show it.
Jackdaw looked up upon hearing her name. She smiled and nodded. Have to act sweet.

I have decided I need a real personality. Ive watched and studied my visitors, analyzing what makes a good human. Their so strange.

I'm gonna be sweet and innocent around others. That's what I decided. Have to act sweet. But these white walls beg to be defaced. This room begs to be harmed and destroyed. And you're the only one who will listen to me and tell no one.

I did it. I defaced the walls of my room. I painted them red with markers they left me. I scratched the walls with my nails. But they tell me if I don't calm down, they'll take you away.


I would assume it's optional. I just added a picture because i decided Hajime needed a better quality image


Hajime slammed open the door to the host club, threateningly. Most people would have been terrified if Hajime had entered the room, but Hajime was a normal at the host club. And not because of the guys. Because of the food. She stepped inside, and promptly tripped and fell down comically, her collar making a rich CLUNCK sound as the solid gold hit the ground. Hajime sat up and pushed herself of the floor, turning towards and empty seat. She took a seat on a couch, currently unoccupied, and began to swing her legs. In the host club, Hajime didn't look threatening. She looked childish. Like a little sibling who wanted you to make them some god damn food. She began to fiddle with the pin stuck onto her sweater. The pin had an lotus design on it. The lotus insignia was the one of the yakuza. It was a pin that meant danger. One that meant authority. But people in the host club had learned to stop caring. Because, unless they were new, they had seen it quite frequently and knew that Hajime really only wanted food.
I call dibs on earth flame


Mi walked. Unsure where to go. Was anyone she knew still alive. And is so, where would they be. Yukito. Where would he go. Being the nerd her was. Mi thought about it for a moment. And then it came to her. He would probably end up heading towards the tech room. And that would be Mi's new destination.
Jackdaw opened her notebook again and pulled out three pictures. They were sort of comforting to Daw. Only because they were the ones she looked at the most. Two of the were of Daw when she was six, with her family. The third was more gory. It was of a twelve year old Daw. When she has just been discovered. Wounded, scarred, emotionless. But Daw needed to be nice here. To help people, like she had decided too. She needed to gain back more personality.
"Thanks," Jackdaw timidly said, taking back the newspaper clipping. She then reached down to grab some of the others that had fallen. Once, she had gotten them all, Daw opened her notebook to a page in the middle. There were newspaper clippings, images, everything that Daw had found about the kidnapping. All to try and find out who she had really been before.
"I haven't really had the chance to use my power yet. For good or for evil. My family really just wants me to bond with them," Daw's smile faded ever so slightly.
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