Alex looked nervous as Peter began to include her in the plan, it seemed like a good idea. But it also seemed like a dangerous one. She swallowed the lump in her throat as plans were tossed around, they were turning out the lights. Alex considered mentioning how dangerous or stupid that plan could be, but something was nagging at the back of her mind. The idea of her being useful in this game. It made her pride swell just to know she could help. But along with this, Alex knew how dangerous her power could be. And this danger intensified when she was in the dark.
But by now it was too late to voice her concern, the plan was being set in motion. Alex suddenly forgot every direction Peter had given her as she took a big step away from Lynn. Alex took a deep breath, looking horribly nervous. She had to keep herself together, she couldn't blind anyone else. Some of these kids could have light sensitivity. And the idea of hurting someone because she couldn't control herself was terrifying. She held her breath, looking quickly over at Lynn as the lights flickered out.
Now the dark itself never bothered Alex, technically she was never really in the dark. As soon as the lights went out Alex began to glow. Again, technically she was always glowing. But in the dark it seemed so much brighter. Alex's entire self seemed to glow in some way. Her skin was glowing a strange, unnatural, green color. Similar to the artificial green glow of those weird plastic stars people stick to the ceilings of their bedrooms. The skintight outfit she had been given by the school had a similar glow to it, something that her normal clothing did not do. Alex appreciated the nice touch.
Her hair was glowing brightly as well, a white glow that almost hurt to stare at for too long. Locks of her hair seemed to float about, as if they were given their own gravitational pull. Even when she opened her mouth there was a new flash of light, as if someone stuck a book light down her throat. Her teeth looked bright enough to make a dentist cry.
The main source of her brightness came from her eyes, which now didn't even look like eyes. Their brightness was closer to someone replacing her eyes for flashlights. Alex frowned, as if unhappy at her own self being so standout in the dark. She covered her eyes with a glowing hand as she turned to face her group. “So...uh...now what?”
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I'm excited for the hunt to start :3
Name: Cordelia Walker
Alias: Dormouse
Age: Thirteen
Personality: Quiet, Passive, Submissive, Skittish, Easily Bossed around, Often yawning or sleeping, often anxious and nervous, Shy. Doesn't like suddenly being gradded unless it's by Hatter or March Hare. Horrible fear of cats and loud noises. Despite this she is sweet and sensible, when she is calmed down. She has become a bit of a hoarder, especially of things that seem to be of little value.
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Background: Cordelia was quite clearly the runt of her family. She was the youngest of seven older brothers and sisters. And while being the baby of the family seems like an easy walk through life, Cordelia found it to be quite the opposite. She was often pushed around and bullied by her siblings, something that her busy parents never caught onto. They would torment her small and timid demeanor and try to scare her with loud noises, even going as far to throw the family cat at her from time to time.
To make matters worse Cordelia was born with extreme narcolepsy, meaning she was often tired or fell asleep at seemingly random moments of the day. She could also be heard humming or quietly singing to herself, Twinkle Twinkle Little Bat. Her parents, thinking their strange and quiet child might be a danger to their other children, quickly sent her away.
Shortly after being admitted to the ward, Cordelia made friends in the form of two other children who shared a similar love for tea as her. She didn't mind being the two older children's stress ball or arm rest because they still invited her to attend for tea. She found herself being much more comfortable following behind others then being by herself, so she often just repeats what her friends say
Diagnoses: Narcolepsy and possible Autism.
Alias: Dormouse
Age: Thirteen
Personality: Quiet, Passive, Submissive, Skittish, Easily Bossed around, Often yawning or sleeping, often anxious and nervous, Shy. Doesn't like suddenly being gradded unless it's by Hatter or March Hare. Horrible fear of cats and loud noises. Despite this she is sweet and sensible, when she is calmed down. She has become a bit of a hoarder, especially of things that seem to be of little value.
Appearance:
Background: Cordelia was quite clearly the runt of her family. She was the youngest of seven older brothers and sisters. And while being the baby of the family seems like an easy walk through life, Cordelia found it to be quite the opposite. She was often pushed around and bullied by her siblings, something that her busy parents never caught onto. They would torment her small and timid demeanor and try to scare her with loud noises, even going as far to throw the family cat at her from time to time.
To make matters worse Cordelia was born with extreme narcolepsy, meaning she was often tired or fell asleep at seemingly random moments of the day. She could also be heard humming or quietly singing to herself, Twinkle Twinkle Little Bat. Her parents, thinking their strange and quiet child might be a danger to their other children, quickly sent her away.
Shortly after being admitted to the ward, Cordelia made friends in the form of two other children who shared a similar love for tea as her. She didn't mind being the two older children's stress ball or arm rest because they still invited her to attend for tea. She found herself being much more comfortable following behind others then being by herself, so she often just repeats what her friends say
Diagnoses: Narcolepsy and possible Autism.
I'm just about finished with my sheet, but I'm also really tired. So I'll post it in the morning. Im my background section I'm including a bit about the March Hare and the Mad Hatter because I didn't think it would be a stretch to say they've met each other in their time here
Name: Avaline “Ava” Parkal
Age: 12
Country/City of Origin: Ava does not know where she was born, for all she knew she was born into slavery. Her current masters live in Adwick, a rather small city that is full of mansions, all owned by the regions most wealthy. The city is connected by cable cars for fast and easy transportation to the wealthy's factories and labor camps. The city is exceptionally beautiful, with parks and restaurants and other fine places that slaves could never dream of seeing. Most slaves are kept inside the buildings, constantly cleaning and mowing the lawns and tending to the flowers and trees.
Status: Technically a Slave, could be compared more to a caretaker or a maid and cook. She is currently being owned by a pair of extremely wealthy elderly people. In their old age they need someone to cook and clean, and thus own many slaves. As they are too greedy to pay for servants. Ava is often seen accompinig them, because she is young she is often called the “Pocket Sized Slave” of the house, being personal helpers to them.
Personality: Ava is a rather calm natured person. She understands and completes tasks given to her to the best of her abilities and respects her masters with the utmost care. Ava understands her place in society and does not have the courage nor drive to go against societal norms. Ava is trusted highly by her masters, and for good reason, and appreciates the times she is allowed out of the house without supervision. Ava is extremely submissive and obedient to her masters, and anyone who they approve of. And while sometimes she longs to be treated as an equal in the house, she understands that the old couple would be unable to function without her. And if she was to run away another poor slave would take her place. One thing Ava loves is meeting other slaves when her owners have house parties or take her out to gatherings.
Appearance:
On each of her hands is a brand, signifying who she belongs to is extremely politically powerful.
Reason for attending the party: Her masters, as extremely rich and influential individuals, were invited to the party as guests. This meant that Ava would be coming along to hold their coats and bags as well as fetch them drinks and d'oeuvres when they ask for them. Ava is just excited to potentially meet other slaves, and maybe get some chocolates from the food table.
Anything Else: Nothing I can think of.
Age: 12
Country/City of Origin: Ava does not know where she was born, for all she knew she was born into slavery. Her current masters live in Adwick, a rather small city that is full of mansions, all owned by the regions most wealthy. The city is connected by cable cars for fast and easy transportation to the wealthy's factories and labor camps. The city is exceptionally beautiful, with parks and restaurants and other fine places that slaves could never dream of seeing. Most slaves are kept inside the buildings, constantly cleaning and mowing the lawns and tending to the flowers and trees.
Status: Technically a Slave, could be compared more to a caretaker or a maid and cook. She is currently being owned by a pair of extremely wealthy elderly people. In their old age they need someone to cook and clean, and thus own many slaves. As they are too greedy to pay for servants. Ava is often seen accompinig them, because she is young she is often called the “Pocket Sized Slave” of the house, being personal helpers to them.
Personality: Ava is a rather calm natured person. She understands and completes tasks given to her to the best of her abilities and respects her masters with the utmost care. Ava understands her place in society and does not have the courage nor drive to go against societal norms. Ava is trusted highly by her masters, and for good reason, and appreciates the times she is allowed out of the house without supervision. Ava is extremely submissive and obedient to her masters, and anyone who they approve of. And while sometimes she longs to be treated as an equal in the house, she understands that the old couple would be unable to function without her. And if she was to run away another poor slave would take her place. One thing Ava loves is meeting other slaves when her owners have house parties or take her out to gatherings.
Appearance:
On each of her hands is a brand, signifying who she belongs to is extremely politically powerful.
Reason for attending the party: Her masters, as extremely rich and influential individuals, were invited to the party as guests. This meant that Ava would be coming along to hold their coats and bags as well as fetch them drinks and d'oeuvres when they ask for them. Ava is just excited to potentially meet other slaves, and maybe get some chocolates from the food table.
Anything Else: Nothing I can think of.
I propose that Dormouse, Hatter and March Hare make their own little posse.
Makoto looked down at her empty rum glass with a sheepish grin. They were right, rum on an empty stomach wasn't a wise idea. She then took the stick of gum with a quick smile and a very quiet "Thank You." Maybe gum wasn't a good idea either, but it had been so long since she had been allowed to chew gum. She nodded thoughtfully, quite happy to have been picked up by a friendly ship. It could have been a lot worse, now that she thought more about it. And if she had been picked up by the marines it might have been even worse. When The Doctor introduced himself as such, Makoto found herself freezing up for a moment. She wasn't a huge fan of doctors. Remembering her manners, Makoto bowed to the man. "M...my name is Ma...Makoto." Her hearing was having trouble focusing on one sound now, sometimes the sounds of the waves drowned out the voices around her.
Makoto smiled as she was offered a glass with rum in it, she began drinking it down as quickly as possible, hoping to quench her drying throat. She smiled up at the man, and by the way he had been keeping with Yu, Makoto was guessing this man was the captains right hand man. She decided to avoid the kid comment, at this point she was getting used to it. Her voice sounded like it was beginning to return to her. "Thank you...mister." As she finished the glass, tempted to ask for a second, another stranger approached. This was one of the men who came over with the female captain. She kept her eyes cast on the ground, his mans tone of voice making her feel strange.
She didn't like the way he called her a straggler, but it was true to be honest. "Uh...y-yes my treat...ment has been fi-fine." She had only been on use ship for moments, but she had been given food and water so all is fine. But what was it about this man who made her so uncomfortable?
She didn't like the way he called her a straggler, but it was true to be honest. "Uh...y-yes my treat...ment has been fi-fine." She had only been on use ship for moments, but she had been given food and water so all is fine. But what was it about this man who made her so uncomfortable?
Luca seemed to be going a bit stir crazy, waiting for the time to run out and for the hunt to begin. She knew this was done to build suspense, and make the hunt more fun because the supernaturals would have to do a bit of sniffing around to find the humans, but it still felt like an eternity. She looked up at the vampire who addressed her, her smile as wide as ever. It would seem strange to anyone who wasn't a supernatural to see a young teen so excited to hunt. "I'm just super excited! I've been planning out this hunt...since...well...last hunt!" As she spoke her teeth began to sharpen and her eyes glowed a almost sinister yellow, making her pupils stand out.
Even her hair seemed to grow a bit, becoming rough and messy. And despite her wide, toothy, smile her face seemed a bit sinister. Luca was currently in a halfway between human and full wolf, it normally just happened when she was getting excited. "How much longer?" Luca asked, just about ready to burst.
Even her hair seemed to grow a bit, becoming rough and messy. And despite her wide, toothy, smile her face seemed a bit sinister. Luca was currently in a halfway between human and full wolf, it normally just happened when she was getting excited. "How much longer?" Luca asked, just about ready to burst.
This is a pretty cool idea! I would probably reverse the dormouse if we go with canon characters
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