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Savannah Churchill

The first thing Savannah heard was the gunshot. Oh, the noise. It was deafening, and it reverberated throughout her bones, making her shiver. She utterly hated the noise of guns, they gave her the willies. When she looked over her left shoulder, she saw the bodies. The sight alone made her want to throw up. Blood pooled under the children's bodies, and she was so close to them that it touched her bare feet. The sight of it alone made her want to scream or cry or do something, but it seemed that her own body wouldn't respond to her movements, and she was just stuck there, frozen in shock and fear. she had seen guns before, seen bodies before, had seen carnage. But somehow, this situation distressed her. Humans killing humans? It was wrong, at least while Dreamcatcher's monsters were still out there. But, she thought with a snarl, We don't really count as human anymore, do we? The thought had been at the back of Savannah's mind for days now, the fact that she wasn't really a human anymore. An unexpected tear flowed down her face, followed by another. And another. And another.

"Savannah Churchill. Room 203. Building B." Savannah heard a man say, and turned around. She took deep breaths, calming herself down. The flow of tears stopped, and it fully occurred to her that she would be getting a room all to herself. And just as the fear left her, the anger reappeared, urging her to punch someone in the face.

A guard pressed the barrel of his gun to her head, and pushed it, as if to say 'Move.' She obeyed the guard, getting herded into a group of 4 other teenagers who all seemed to be older than Savannah herself. She also seemed to be the shortest, which was always the case, in whatever group she was in. She couldn't remember a time she had seen someone as short as her, unless they were a toddler. There was a girl just a bit taller than her, which was somewhat of a comfort.

"So does this make us the problem children?" said the very tall, red-haired girl to her left. "Guess you guys get the fun job, looking after the crazies. You draw straws for this or something?"

Savannah snickered underneath her breath. The girl in shades didn't seem to be amused though. Actually, the girl she had previously thought was what most Americans considered 'edgy' was crying. Savannah was only slightly surprised by the fact. People were never what they seemed to be. After about five minutes of walking inside of a modern, sleek building, the herd separated into two. The girl with the sunglasses and the girl with the black hair went up an elevator, while the three others continued walking along in complete silence.

After both of the other girls were shoved into their rooms, Savannah was shut into her room unceremoniously, with a cursory barking of curfew. She was then greeted by a long, loud scream, to which she paid no attention. Savannah actually just flopped down onto her bed and slept, letting the darkness take her.

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I need someone to collab with. Anyone up for it?

Somewhat Dark RWBY RP

I want to be in this!

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Yay!

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I dare someone to make a drawing of their character and Savannah

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@WickUm, uh, no. I may have worded that wrong. She didn't die.

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@WickI wrote her off as paralyzed because I thought it might have made some sense for the bandits to poison their arrows.

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Savannah Churchill wore a scared look on her face as she was led to a seemingly transparent truck. There were chains on her ankles and wrists, and a man had a gun pointed at her head.She was still wearing the now dirty, white nightgown that she had been wearing one week ago, when she had been arrested. Her very obvious burn scars showed through the almost clear, short nightgown. She had been held in a dark cell for a week. Her breathing was quick and shallow, her light, usually playful yellow eyes darkened with fear. But still, she looked straight ahead. There were at least 17 others in the truck, all at least 2 years older than herself. They all had cuff son their wrists, and they seemed to be chained together. Some had white lines on their faces, and others like Savannah, had a large black X across their throat.

Too late, Savannah realized that she had stopped. The guard hit her with the butt of his gun, and said in a rough voice, "Move little girl! Unless you want your insides to be splattered across the pavement!" at this last bit he smiled a bit, and Savannah understood. She had been feeling like beating someone into the ground all day, and this guard was no exception to that. She grit her teeth and began awkwardly walking again, this time getting on to the truck and being chained to the other teenagers. Like she had assumed, they all were older than her, and all gave her strange looks, probably related to her height.

After a little while, the anger again began to overtake her again, and she looked away from the others. Instead, she stared out of the window, looking at the ugly land passing by. To her, this country had been ugly, compared to the rolling, beautiful pastures of Ireland. But, all that was gone now, obliterated by Dreamcatcher's creatures. She still stared at the land rolling past. But soon enough, the truck jerked to a halt. She was confused for a moment, until she saw two of the Precursors, fighting monsters. Her eyes grew wide, remembering carnage she had witnessed years ago. But soon enough, the truck sped off, whipping her neck to the back of the seat. She gasped at this sudden departure.

At least two hours later, they arrived at what was an imposing, unforgiving structure. Just like the rest of the country, it was absolutely ugly. The guards signaled for the prisoners to stand, and as did the rest of them, she did. They were herded into a containment cell underground, where they were crowding into a bunch. Guns were aimed at them from all directons, and she had to bite her lip to keep from crying or screaming. A pinched woman came into the room, introducing herself as Lina Zhang. She began talking about them in an increasingly morbid sense, sounding quite strict. A boy spoke up, then a girl. As the girl slipped her cuffs, Savannah kept her head down.

But those small rebellions gave her inspiration. She smirked, realizing what she could say and what she would say. It was an Irish curse, so offensive her mama had never allowed her to use it. As she had horrid English, she'd have to say it in Irish, but no matter. This should be a funny sight to see.

"Ma ithis, nar chacair!" the petite young girl shouted loudly. In English, it meant 'If you eat, that may you not shit!'

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Savannah Churchill - Aberration - Counterbomber

ℕ 𝕒 𝕞 𝕖 :

Savannah Churchill

𝔸 𝕘 𝕖 :

14

ℍ 𝕖 𝕚 𝕘 𝕙 𝕥 :

4"8

𝕎 𝕖 𝕚 𝕘 𝕙 𝕥 :

90 pounds

𝔸 𝕡 𝕡 𝕖 𝕒 𝕣 𝕒 𝕟 𝕔 𝕖 :

Savannah is a delicate, petite young girl. She has a heavy Irish accent (because of her origin).Her skin is freckled and tan in color, and everything about her is small, from her hands to her feet. Her hair is painfully curly. It's almost untamable, and she finds it very hard to brush or style, however occasionally she does straighten it (as shown in the picture above). She often wears kid's clothing, due to the fact that she is short.

ℙ 𝕖 𝕣 𝕤 𝕠 𝕟 𝕒 𝕝 𝕚 𝕥 𝕪 :

Savannah is- well, to be blunt, a fairly angry person. Because of this, she separates herself from others at all costs, but she can't avoid people all of the time. When she does speak to people, physical contact is an absolute no. Whether it's a hug or even a casual high-five, she hates touching other people. This is mostly because of the explosive nature of her magic, she feels that she destroys everything she touches. She also loves to use choice Irish curses, such as "Blast you to hell!" Anything can send her over the edge, such as a simple touch or a slight insult meant as a joke. She's also a homicidal maniac, as she often has urges to obliterate someone off the face of the Earth. Not that she hasn't done that or anything. Even when she's not feeling like a maniac, she's not the friendliest person either. She can often be found screaming at others in rage, and she can get scary. Actually, most of the time, she is in a rage. Anything that goes into her room is likely to never come out, and it was probably torn to pieces by her fingers within a day. Unless it's something that she treasures, such as her violin or, I don't know, bed. If you ever went into her room, you would find a complete mess with torn paper and other things strewn across the floor. Only a few precious things would be together, such as her violin and pictures of her family.

ℍ 𝕚 𝕤 𝕥 𝕠 𝕣 𝕪 :

Meet 14-year-old Savannah, small-town Irish refugee. When she was 9, some of Dreamcatcher's monsters attacked her village, killing her father, and her older brother.After Savannah and her mother recovered, they decided to seek refuge in America. They moved to Westbrook, Maine. However, Savannah's mother was increasingly distant from her, giving her only remaining daughter little to no attention. One night, Savannah dreamed two dreams- and she chose the one she thought was better. That morning, she woke up with a black X on her throat, feeling as if she had to hurt someone, do something to hurt someone else. But she resisted it, instead telling her mother what had happened. Instead of the normal response Savannah had expected, her mother proceeded to call the police and lock Savannah inside of her room. After 30 minutes, a team came for Savannah and arrested her. It wasn't without struggle though. The tiny girl made futile attempts to escape multiple times, and before coming USARILN East she was held in prison for about a week.

𝕄 𝕒 𝕘 𝕚 𝕔 :

Counterbomber: An ability where, upon contact, Savannah can channel a magical charge into a sigil, which is then placed upon a target (has to be a spell-user). The sigil in question is a circle with space for an arrow-shaped mark to come through. If the target casts a spell while the sigil is located on them, there's an explosion, kind of like a firecracker. The stronger the spell casted by the target, the stronger the detonation will be. Each sigil lasts for about five minutes, and afer one goes off she needs five minutes to recharge her powers. She can only have one sigil at a time.

𝔻 𝕣 𝕖 𝕒 𝕞 :

Savannah's dream was one of beauty. A peaceful utopia, criminals gone, the ugly bits of the world had vanished. Savannah was a normal person in this utopia, walking around in beautiful clothing, the peace of the world enveloping her. But yet, something was missing. She felt it deep within her soul, that something was not right. However, the dream was nothing but euphoria and beauty.

ℕ 𝕚 𝕘 𝕙 𝕥 𝕞 𝕒 𝕣 𝕖 :

The land was red and brown, tarnished. Thousands kneeled in front of the 14 year-old, fear in their gazes. Savannah had all she had ever wished for, power, beauty, wealth, a world where nobody disrespected her. Initially, she chose this path, loving the feeling of accomplishment and smugness that came with it.

𝔸 𝕨 𝕒 𝕜 𝕖 𝕟 𝕚 𝕟 𝕘 :

Aberration.

𝕊 𝕥 𝕚 𝕘 𝕞 𝕒 :

Her stigma is an emotion. Constant rage that drives her insane, making her tear apart everything in her room. She often feels urges to punch someone, kill someone, anything that might relieve the feeling. But the only thing that can relieve it is the use of her power to kill someone.

There is also another thing that torments her. Memories of her childhood flash through her mind on a daily basis. They are mostly of the attack on her home as a child and her father's death, but they often vary.

𝔸 𝕣 𝕞 𝕒 𝕞 𝕖 𝕟 𝕥 𝕤 :

xxx

𝕋 𝕙 𝕖 𝕞 𝕖 𝕊 𝕠 𝕟 𝕘 𝕤 :

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jTwdGRHl5Mw

—(••[ 𝕎𝕀𝕊ℍ𝔼𝔸𝕋𝔼ℝ ]••)—

Savannah Churchill - Aberration- Counterbomber

ℕ 𝕒 𝕞 𝕖 :

Savannah Churchill

𝔸 𝕘 𝕖 :

14

ℍ 𝕖 𝕚 𝕘 𝕙 𝕥 :

5"7

𝕎 𝕖 𝕚 𝕘 𝕙 𝕥 :

125 pounds

𝔸 𝕡 𝕡 𝕖 𝕒 𝕣 𝕒 𝕟 𝕔 𝕖 :

Savannah is a delicate, petite young girl. She has a heavy Irish accent (because of her origin). Her English is sub-par. Her skin is freckled and tan in color, and everything about her is small, from her hands to her feet.

ℙ 𝕖 𝕣 𝕤 𝕠 𝕟 𝕒 𝕝 𝕚 𝕥 𝕪 :

Savannah is- well, to be blunt, a fairly angry person. Because of this, she separates herself from others at all costs, but she can't avoid people all of the time. When she does speak to people, physical contact is an absolute no. Whether it's a hug or even a casual high-five, she hates touching other people. This is mostly because of the explosive nature of her magic, she feels that she destroys everything she touches. She also loves to use choice Irish curses, such as "Blast you to hell!" Anything can send her over the edge, such as a simple touch or a slight insult meant as a joke. She's also a homicidal maniac, as she often has urges to obliterate someone off the face of the Earth. Not that she hasn't done that or anything. Even when she's not feeling like a maniac, she's not the friendliest person either. She can often be found screaming at others in rage, and she can get scary. Actually, most of the time, she is in a rage. Anything that goes into her room is likely to never come out, and it was probably torn to pieces by her fingers within a day. Unless it's something that she treasures, such as her violin or, I don't know, bed. If you ever went into her room, you would find a complete mess with torn paper and other things strewn across the floor. Only a few precious things would be together, such as her violin. Pictures of her family are one of the most hated things in the world, according to her. She wishes to erase all the memories of the past, but that's just not possible.

ℍ 𝕚 𝕤 𝕥 𝕠 𝕣 𝕪 :

Meet 14-year-old Savannah, small-town Irish immigrant and award-winning violinist. She and her family took refuge in Maine after their small Irish village was seared to the ground by one of Dreamcatcher's monsters. Ever since, her family has feared anything that is a monster, such as a subnatural. So when the usually kind eldest daughter woke up with a black X on her throat and a penchant for violence, they were quite scared. Her mother immediately barricaded the girl inside of her room and called the police. Choice words of Savannah's mother were "Not me daughter" and "She's a monster". Again, they don't really speak English that well. During that first day, Savannah wasn't quite affected by her Stigma yet. But she was overall dazed, and still angry. When the police came to take her, she struggled quite a bit.

𝕄 𝕒 𝕘 𝕚 𝕔 :

"Counterbomber" is an ability where, upon contact, Savannah can channel a magical charge into a sigil, which is then placed upon a target (has to be a spell-user). The sigil in question is a circle with space for an arrow-shaped mark to come through. If the target casts a spell while the sigil is located on them, there's an explosion, kind of like a firecracker.

𝔻 𝕣 𝕖 𝕒 𝕞 :

Savannah's dream was one of beauty. A peaceful utopia, criminals gone, the ugly bits of the world had vanished. Savannah was a normal person in this utopia, walking around in beautiful clothing, the peace of the world enveloping her. But yet, something was missing. She felt it deep within her soul, that something was not right. However, the dream was nothing but euphoria and beauty.

ℕ 𝕚 𝕘 𝕙 𝕥 𝕞 𝕒 𝕣 𝕖 :

The land was red and brown, tarnished. Thousands kneeled in front of the 14 year-old, fear in their gazes. Savannah had all she had ever wished for, power, beauty, wealth, a world where nobody disrespected her. Initially, she chose this path, loving the feeling of accomplishment and smugness that came with it.

𝔸 𝕨 𝕒 𝕜 𝕖 𝕟 𝕚 𝕟 𝕘 :

Aberration.

𝕊 𝕥 𝕚 𝕘 𝕞 𝕒 :

Her stigma is an emotion. Constant rage that drives her insane, making her tear apart everything in her room. She often feels urges to punch someone, kill someone, anything that might relieve the feeling. But the only thing that can relieve it is the use of her power to kill someone.

There is also another thing that torments her. Memories of her childhood flash through her mind on a daily basis. They are mostly of the attack on her home as a child and her father's death, but they often vary.

𝔸 𝕣 𝕞 𝕒 𝕞 𝕖 𝕟 𝕥 𝕤 :

xxx

𝕋 𝕙 𝕖 𝕞 𝕖 𝕊 𝕠 𝕟 𝕘 𝕤 :

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jTwdGRHl5Mw

Ohhhh. Hopefully this is better!

@January