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Northwood Academy

Kinda messy, didn't wanna post in the other slot until Confirmed I am v tired

Aiden

Aiden Carren

Age:

17

Year:

Senior

Appearance:

A fully Irish child, Aiden is cursed with pale white, easily burnable skin and thousands of dark freckles that dot her cheeks like stars. Her hair is thick, red, and just barely reaching her mid back, and the wild mess can often be found tied tightly into a braid. Her eyes are a stormy green, often concentrated on work, but they seem to stare off into space often. She is relatively pretty, if not a bit prudish, and is always seen wearing long sweaters and skirts (mostly because she has to hide her bruised skin). Her lips are often curved down into a frown and she can always be found stroking her hair or fiddling with her cross necklace when nervous.

Ability / Power / Creature:

Ever since she moved into the "big house", Aiden has been able to see and attract ghosts. Apparently she gives off a certain aura or energy that spirits are drawn too, making her the victim of many paranormal happenings. The ghosts are effected by her mood, so if Aiden is angered or frightened telekinetic accidents are bound to happen. Due to always being surrounded by different ghosts and spirits Aiden can often be seen staring into space or talking to herself. If she is also left unprotected (example: her cross necklace is lost) then the ghosts can often be found trying to possess Aiden, and a possessed Aiden is something no one wants to see.

Biography:

Dublin, Ireland was where Aiden grew up. Their first house was small and wooden, the floors sleek with polish and the walls lined with grout and stone. Outside lights hung from the street poles and children played among the cobblestone streets. It was a nice house, roomy but comfortable, and there were no whispers from the walls like at school or her friend's house. It was perfect for Aiden.

The move happened during her eighth summer. Father had suddenly gotten promoted which meant they would be moving closer to the center of the city. Where all the big houses stood, gaping coldly against the smoke-filled streets of Dublin. When she first entered their new home, a three-story manor with at least four balconies, she instantly saw another child standing on the steps. They were oddly dislocated from the world, appearing almost dull gray against the vibrant brown behind them, and when she attempted to say hello the child would not speak back. Only stare. Her mother didn't seem to notice the child either, and even walked through them like they were simply an apparition.

And they were.

Aiden was kept awake at night by ghostly whispers and unfamiliar faces. They tried to speak to her but no words could form at their lips, and their eyes always stared. The ghosts were attracted to her body, they found it warm and welcoming, and constantly Aiden found herself being possessed. The possessions never lasted long but she almost always ended up hurting her body, either unintentionally or not. Her parents sprung into action when Aiden nearly smothered her young brother at the age of eleven, and they found that the ghosts were kept somewhat at bay with Christian symbols and prayers.

After basically drowning their daughter in religion she was sent off to school, where she graduated middle school with high honors and entered high school with absolutely no friends and no future plans. It was in her senior year of high school that she was summoned to Northwood Academy, and with a slight wish that it could turn her future around she quickly accepted their offer.

Personality:

Aiden is, more times than not, stressed. Just imagine a ball of constant stress and annoyance, put a face on it, and you've got the lovely Aiden Carren. Unlike other people, who might talk about their emotions or cry it out, Aiden remains stoic and unnerved, bottling her emotions until she just explodes one day into a full on rant. She will not show weakness, she will not cry. Aiden has always believed there is weakness in such things, and she can't show such weakness around the things that watch her. She had to be strong, and stubborn, even if she didn't want to be. It was the only way to keep the stupid ghouls at bay.

Besides the spirits making her stressed, school work could also be a major factor. Despite her love of learning, Aiden is easily overwhelmed by schoolwork and must take breaks constantly or else she'll grow depressed.

Aiden could easily be considered a maternal character. She has a motherly attitude obtained from having to take are of her kid brother, and babysitting all those ghosts can lead to one being very responsible. She has a love for children and small animals and will help anyone in need if they so request. Her other true love appears to be literature and writing, and if one were to ask her about books they would see the true nerd Aiden really is.

Around strangers she is shy, maybe a bit cynical, but those who befriend Aiden will realize her motherly capabilities and protective personality. She would never let anything hurt her friends, nothing. She would use her whole body to protect them if she cared enough! Other than that, Aiden is somewhat fidgety and distant in conversation, and can often be found talking to herself while reading or staring into space.

Northwood Academy

(Kirah u ok with me making a character)

Portwood Institute for Talented Youths (PITY)

Sunlight spilled through half-parted blinds, gleaming against the dark wood floor, shedding some light into the otherwise dark room. It was quiet for the most part, nothing stirred, nothing shifted, only the distant thumping of tired feet could be heard. The clock above the doorway read six-fifty-six, and the second hand ticked with quick succession, time ultimately traveling despite the stillness that surrounds the mechanism. The seconds ticked on, turning to minutes, and as the hour hand slowly slid over to the life suddenly filled the room. The nightstand next to P.K's head buzzed with excitement, her cellphone ringing out to waken the slumbering girl. It took her a moment to react to the noise, face twitching with annoyance, and after at least ten seconds of constant buzzing her hand rose, sliding across the touch screen and silencing the vibration all at once.

Phoebe laid there for a few more moments, blinking sleep from her eyes and glancing about the room, half-confused, but the confusion soon turned into a sense of remembrance, and she rose up into a sitting position, a smile parting her lips. This wasn't home, this was no sleepy room in a cabin on the bayou, there was no early morning frog croaks or loud, singing mothers. This was PITY. This was her second chance. She rubbed the remaining sleep from her eyes, stretching high before kicking off her blankets and tip toeing quietly towards the bathroom.

no need to wake up the roommate after all

The door creaked once, and then P.K slipped inside, flicking on the lights and breathing out a relaxed sigh. The bathroom was much different from her home one, cleaner, slightly smaller. Everything was shiny and new and didn't have that chipping-paint-and-bleach-smell. It was a change, perhaps for the better, and with that thought in mind she plopped herself down in front of the mirror. Her face was, of course, wracked with sleep. Bags remained under her eyes, red spots dotted her forehead, and her hair flowed freely in tangled curls. She leaned forward on the sink, glaring at her reflection with groggy eyes, and then she sat back and turned the faucet on, getting to work on her face and hair as quickly as possible.

About forty minutes later she emerged from the bathroom, hair somewhat tamed and twisted into a tight ponytail, and face lightly make-uped. She couldn't live without concealer, after all. Phoebe glanced about the room again, taking note that her roommate still seemed to be asleep, and with silent steps she made her way back to her own bed, sinking to the floor where her sling bag and suitcase sat. P.K silently changed into a very simple outfit, making sure to keep her hair from being touched to much, and once she was satisfied with her look she closed the suitcase and shoved it aside, turning to stare at her other bag. A pink piece of paper lay on top, blocked with her classes for the upcoming school year, and her light eyes traced the words slowly, taking in each letter. Forcing herself to remember each class by time and each time by class. This took her a good ten minutes, arguably, but by the time her phone started to buzz again at promptly eight o'clock she was fairly confident that she remembered each item. P.K reached up to silence her phone again before rising to her feet, pulling the sling bag up and over her shoulder. She folded the schedule into a small square and shoved it into her shorts pocket before exiting the dorm.

Phoebe hoped her roommate would at least stir from the door closing (wouldnt want her to wake up late after all right right), and with a soft sigh she started down the hall towards the front doors, hoping to catch a glimpse at the morning sky before classes started.

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The dew-coated grass was the first thing she noticed. It gleamed like frost in the half-light, shimmering beautifully as the sky turned from pink to purple to blue above. Phoebe felt her converse fill with water with each step she took across the lawn, but honestly she was much too focused on the sky to care. It was like a watercolor painting, free and flowing, honestly breathtaking. She only managed to tear her eyes away after she nearly tumbled over a wooden bench. She straightened quickly, hoping no one caught a glimpse of her banging her knees into the structure, and then with the utmost casualty she circled and sat on the bench, pulling out her phone to check the time.

eight-thirty huh got a bit more to go might as well relax...

And Phoebe sat back, sighing out a calm breath as her eyes once again connected with the sky, getting lost in the changing colors once more.

Wink Murder: Who Killed Mr. Jig? [Murder Mystery]

Remember guys! Can't tell anyone but Jig what your character idea is going to be or you can't use it!

@McHaggis

I crossed out my mistake so no one can see it aaay

(Also hey bae long time no see)

Portwood Institute for Talented Youths (PITY)

I'll get a post up tomorrow and then I'll probably be knee deep in some last minute projects for school.

Wink Murder: Who Killed Mr. Jig? [Murder Mystery]

Might as well type my interest here as well! I'd love to make a sort of tv-personality, maybe a medium who makes money off of exaggerated stories and readings. Anyway, super interested!

(Shhhhhh)

Wink Murder: Who Killed Mr. Jig? [Murder Mystery]

Yes pleasE!

Portwood Institute for Talented Youths (PITY)

Collab Between Liriia and World Traveler

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Devin heard the small group of people walk off and figured they didn't hear him offer up a seat. It wasn't abnormal as most people don't seem to hear you unless you are also looking at them. A skill Devin wasn't completely equipped for. He turned back to his meal and ate by himself. The commotion that happened over on the far side was easy enough to hear, but pointless to pay attention to as far as Devin was concerned. His old high school had loud mouths and drama queens. It was sort of comforting to hear this place wasn't any different. Still he wasn't all too happy to be eating alone on his first day. At least back at his old school he would have his dog Nyx with him. He never felt alone when she was with him.

Feeling himself getting further and further down the rabbit hole of missing home Devin finished his meal and after trying to find where to put the tray was finally helped by a passing student. He thanked the person and then asked for directions to the main entrance. He followed them and finally reaching the end of the directions given to him wasn't sure where to go next. He heard a few people talking and then excused himself as he interrupted. "Hello, am I in the main entrance way? I am trying to get outside..." He tried to look in the direction of the woman's voice he heard. He stood with his cane in front of him and his two hands perched on top of it.

Just as P.K had escaped her first conversation, another wished to grab her attention. She made a show of turning her head tensely, allowing her eyes to visualize her pain and annoyance, but as soon as she caught a glimpse of the speaker behind her she realized he couldn't see any of it. His cane was the first give away, his pitch black and terrifying eyes were the next. Phoebe wasn't as stupid as most used to claim her to be, she could tell left from right, she knew the difference between a cat and dog. She was aware that a seeing person and a blind person weren't exactly alike as well. She took a short step towards the somewhat familiar-looking boy, repeating his question within her mind twice before answering with a tight, forced voice,

"You've got a short way to go, bud," P.K took another step forward, sandals clicking against the linoleum floor, "the front doors are just down these stairs. I'm heading that way too, shall I lead you?" Managing to control her voice somewhat, she forced a smile, and then promptly remembered that a reassuring face didn't really matter to this boy. P.K sucked in a small breath, running her cool hand through her messy curls before turning towards the stairs, snapping her fingers in the boy's general direction to attract his senses,

"let's rush along, then. Name's Phoebe by the way, mind telling me yours?" P.K didn't enjoy being so curt, but her chest was still filled with cotton, and she was basically begging for fresh air by now.

The woman seemed to pause after directing her attention towards Devin. This was normal and while Devin couldn't picture it he knew it meant the person was somewhat startled by his appearance and disability. As far as recovery goes she was decent he thought as she started to talk. She was friendly enough as she used words like buddy and offered to help him. "You can walk with me." Devin said and smiled. He wouldn't go into detail about how the phrase 'lead him' bugged him to someone he just met.

He also grabbed his cane a bit more tightly as the woman snapped her fingers. Since she stepped over towards him he had smelled the abundant fruit scents on her. It has been like walking into a farmers market. He liked it; however, being snapped at like he was a dog wasn't as 'helpful' as people seemed to think. "Don't worry I know where you are." He said with a polite tone. Devin could tell that his disability was making Phoebe uncomfortable. "My name is Devin." He figured it best to just talk about things with her. Especially if they were going to enjoy the outdoors together. "First time around someone who is blind?"

"Sorry, just can't be too sure, ya know?" She descended the stairs careful, clutching the folds of her sundress tightly as she kept one eye on the boy behind her. He seemed somewhat annoyed at her mannerisms, but then again, who wouldn't be? Obviously, she wasn't too sure on how to handle people who couldn't see her mostly animated facial features, her folks had always said she could be read like a book, thus leaving her to rely mostly on exaggerated expressions to move along conversations and convey emotions. How could someone who couldn't see understand her odd way of conversing?

easy, they cant. better find a new approach

At his question she shrugged, taking the last few steps down as quickly as possible before turning back,

"'suppose you could say that. I'm also feelin' a bit... Icky. Not 'cause of you, of course." P.K decided not to go any further into her discomfort, instead gliding towards the front doors with her usual silent steps. She pulled them open quickly and felt instant relief as the sunlight hit her face and the summer wind filled her lungs. She sucked in a deep breath, held it, and then sighed before turning back to Devin,

"I feel like I've seen you before, did you come here from the bus stop by any chance?" She held open the door for the boy, breathing deeply, trying to calm the entire aching left side of her body.

Devin nodded at Phoebe's comments while they made their way down the lower stairs to the front doors. As he walked outside and thanked his companion for keeping the door open he heard her take a big breath of air and seemingly relax all in one motion. He agreed that the outside was a much more pleasant environment. The wind had died down and now the calm air around him matched the calm sunny weather outside.

Devin heard Phoebe inquire about how he got to the school and smiled. "Yea I was on the bus. Seemed sort of weird to have us stand around and then bus to the school." Devin was going to continue, but stopped after he heard her take another big breath. "Are you feeling okay?" Devin had learned during his time at several parties that people taking deep breaths usually meant they were fighting something off and it was usually a bad thing. He even reached out with his hand. "Need some help?" He asked with a smile.

She stared at his hand for a moment, shrugged inwardly to herself, and then allowed her searing hot flesh to connect with his open palm. No use hiding what obviously would be found out eventually. It was a school of mutants after all, everyone's powers probably had a down side. P.K let her hand rest lightly on Devin's ultimately cooler flesh for a few seconds longer before pulling away, gnawing roughly on her lip before inching forward to take a seat on the front steps. She let out a drawn out sigh, shaking her head back and fourth slowly.

"I think I'm okay, just some backlash from messin' around with my... Skill? Power?"

whatever youd call it

Phoebe patted the step next to her, hopefully loud enough so Devin could interpret what she was doing, and then rose her eyes to the sky. She already felt the sunlight soaking her flesh, refueling her, numbing the pain slowly, and after some deep breaths P.K already began to feel like herself once more. She turned her attention back to Devin, hair tumbling over her shoulder as she cocked her head and inquired;

"so, what brings ya to PITY? I'm guessing it has something to do with ya wicked cool eyes."" She hoped he could hear the smile in her voice, and she wondered briefly if the question was too personal before brushing the worry off with a small giggle.

Powers... Devin thought to himself as the conversation turned. He had felt her hand almost heat up as it touched him. He didn't pull away or grab, but was relieved when Phoebe sat down and invited him with a loud pat of the step. He set his cane down after sitting and started to fold it up. He started to relax as he heard a few students come and go from the entrance the moment felt perfectly normal and reminded him of home.

"Let me know if you need me to get someone. Just...let me know sooner since it might take me a little longer." Devin said. Like many he was often heard using comedy to explain or mention his blindness. He knew some people found this awkward, but overall he didn't care what others thought. It was how he coped with it and it wasn't about to change. Thankfully, judging from her comment about his 'wicked eyes' Phoebe didn't seem to be afraid to bring it up.

"Seems so. I am here cause my family. They have been amazing dealing with my lack of sight, but whatever it is that is causing it is a little our of their league." Devin leaned back on his arms and let his head look up. "The past few years have been nothing but tests, science jargon, and moments of explosions or crazy antics. I wouldn't even know where to begin. I guess that is the biggest issue. No control and about as much comprehension as a five year old does about calculus." Devin sighed and then continued. "Then PITY reopened and my parents saw it as a resource. I wasn't too thrilled, but they said this place could help me learn how to control whatever it is going on with me. So I signed on."

"How about your story Phoebe?" Devin was careful not to ask about what specifically her power was since he in turn couldn't answer that question. He also knew that asking a mutant about what brought them where was a dicey situation. He had read and heard plenty of horror stories to know most mutants don't have the supportive family life he was raised with. "You said the breathing was part of your powers. You not able to control your abilities either?"

"I'll be fine." She responded quickly to his worries, and then sat back as Devin broke into his story. His reason for coming to this school. It seemed a bit more... scientific than her own. The whole idea of getting testing freaked her out more then any dark room could. Images of being splayed on a table filled her head, and the thought of being picked and prodded at made her skin prickle with discomfort. She pulled her knees up to her chest at Devin questioning her own passed, and a small sigh escaped her throat,

"I guess. It's hard to control something ya don't understand." P.K examined her shaking hand, breathing slowed to a constant rhythm, "my ability is photon manipulation. At least, that's what my brother called it, the easier term is 'light'." She thought for a moment if Devin would be interested in seeing some tricks, but then she caught a glimpse of his eyes and laughed at her own stupidity. A good laugh, a laugh that came from the chest, it had been awhile since she had laughed like that. Phoebe ran a hand through her hair again and then continued on,

"My family was pretty OK with the whole mutant thing. They accepted me, but didn't really do much about it. It was like they ignored that part of me, kinda. Sorta. I don't know." P.K shrugged at the thought, images of quiet dinners and annoyed glances replaying within her mind. Her parents never did enjoy her showing off any of her power in the house.

"I'm the one who decided to go here, actually. I've never been able to control or understand my ability well, and PITY seemed like the best place to, ya know, train. And start over, but we don't have to get into that." She drew circles on her bare knee, watching the brown flesh lighten slightly with each motion, "I don't think this place is too bad. Maybe a bit overbearing, but learning to control yourself can help, ya know?"

And then silence filled the conversation, if only for a moment. The two sat on the front steps, perhaps lost in thought or they were merely enjoying the beauty of the day silently. Phoebe let her eyes shut, breathing deeply, feeling a little more at ease now that she had managed to talk to someone so casually.

Portwood Institute for Talented Youths (PITY)

Would anyone be up for doing a collaboration post? I would like to get my character involved with someone else at least for a conversation. I promise it doesn't have to be love at first sight :P

@World Traveler

I'd be up for a collab once Tyler finishes up our characters' conversation

(also is that a blind joke holy heck)

Portwood Institute for Talented Youths (PITY)

The kid with the cool voice seemed to automatically notice her dilemma. That sucked, not a great first impression to make, but it would be best not to draw anymore attention to it. Phoebe nodded slowly as he reassured her that he was fine, still feeling pretty terrible about the whole encounter, but then again she was feeling terrible about everything at the moment. Yet, it would be rude to just rush off without closing a conversation, and she let her jaw set into a confident expression as the boy extended his hand in greeting. She rose her own not-burning hand, allowing the other to simply hang and twitch at her side, and with it hidden within the folds of her dress she managed to force a realistic, reassuring smile,

"I'm A-OK, just a bit flustered is all." P.K's voice was calm, collected, and her hand shake was firm. Despite her stony complexion, she did a pretty good job at acting fine, and that was good enough for now. She let her hand drop again as the boy with the sick accent introduced himself (mason? like the jar?) and then tilted his head, inquiring her own name. She lifted the sunhat from her eyes, allowing her bright gaze to gleam with some sense of familiarity as she realized who this Mason guy was. One of the smokers from the bus stop, of course!

"Oh yes, I'm real sorry I didn't introduce myself to the group earlier." P.K let her head lower sheepishly for a moment, and then she smirked slightly, propping up her sunhat again with her good-hand's thumb, "name's Phoebe. Phoebe Kate, but everyone calls me P.K. Nice to meet ya, Mason." Her own accent shined bright for a second, her voice dripping with a familiar Southern drawl that would probably be unusual for someone who definitely sounded like they came from an episode of Doctor Who, and after looking somewhat surprised at her own stupid self she took a step back, clenching her now red-hot hand tightly around the hem of her dress.

"Again, real sorry for bumping into you. This whole new, uh, environment, school stuff, making me a bit nervous. Distracted." P.K lowered her hat again, allowing the rim cover her eyes and blot out Mason's face from her vision, but her smile reminded, sweet and somewhat twitchy, "it was nice to learn a new name, though. See ya around?" She took a shaking step forward, preparing to rush passed him once the conversation closed off.