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Life on the Streets

Branna smirked slightly. "Oi jist want ter 'elp yer. keep me company? 'tis a lonely warrld, sprog. sometimes de loneliness gets ter me an' oi don't want dat. nigh, wud yer loike a nice arthur power? or wud yer loike ter clap yisser room first?" She saw his eyes light up as he entered the room. He must've been out there longer than her. She knew her former connections were something to be weary about, that she had to prove herself. That was the deal. She looked at his hair and then said "Chucker yer want a bazzer?"

Life on the Streets

Branna led him to a clean, nice apartment building. It was small, but her father would never catch her here. He was much more lavish than her. She walked over to the apartment 2A on the ground floor and opened the door for the young boy. The furniture inside was a love seat, an old fashioned TV, and tall chairs slid under the counter in the kitchen. She didn't decoration much for the pure fact that she liked food more than fancy furniture.

Welcome to Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters

Ena Ravenwriter

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Sexuality: heterosexual

Mutation: Ena's mutation is the ability to take someone else's scars and wounds and transfer them to herself. She is also able to transfer wounds from herself to an attacker.

History

Ena was born into the world of mutants. Her mother was human, but she had an abusive husband. It got to a point that, while pregnant with Ena, she was almost beaten to death. Ena then absorbed her wounds and her mother left her husband. Ena survived not onlythe attack on her mother, but the use of her ability helped her obstain some of the blow. When she was born, she was born with two different colored eyes and a scar from her eyebrow to her cheek bone.

After birth, her mother and her were on the run. Her mother because of her exhusband and her because of her mutation. Her mother tried everything, even converting to Wicca, to keep Ena safe. Eventually, she found the institute and decided that was best for Ena. Ena, at seven years old, was dropped off at Xavier's school. She's been there ever since.

Personality

Ena is a free-spirited, feisty lover of art. She takes care of the little ones most of the time, teaching them all the aspects of art while they are there. She cares very deeply for people and trusts a bit too easily. She always looks at the good in people and is a very passionate person. When she is in a fight or is under attack, her care-free attitude becomes serious and stone cold. Her personal strength is her big heart.

Life on the Streets

Branna chuckled softly and said "den you'll waaat? fumble me ter death? cum on, young wan." She held her hand out for the young boy and smiled welcomingly. She of course wouldn't want the boy to get hurt, he was already low health wise from the looks of him. Branna was lucky enough to have people that were too afraid of her to help her out. She lied to them of course, but some of them knew her father's temper and why she left. They also took care of her. She felt bad for the young boy, but she didn't show it.

Life on the Streets

Her smirk appeared before she even spoke. "Congrats. yer foun' me oyt. though, oi'm not 'ere ter chucker anythin' but be nosy." She looked down at her wrist, the brand poking out of her sleeve like a huge sign. She shoved her sleeve over it and said "Oi'm naw longer an O'Leary, but since we're lads nigh, call me Branna instead." She revealed herself to him, a smile on her face as she tell him her true identity as the daughter of a dangerous industry. She never considered her father the one who raised her, but the mob itself. She liked it better that way. She looked around and said "Wud yer loike a better place than dis?"

One Final Summer Together {Remake/New Name}

Faeya heard noises from the other side of the cabin and she realized she was at the wrong entrance. She rolled her suitcase over to where everyone else busied themselves and said "um… hey guys… do you have room for one more?" She gave them a sheepish smile. Her eyes landed on the people that actually came, Keji, Eris, James, Ben, and of course Dani. It was only a few people, thank god, but she still felt like an intruder.

She quickly added "I can stay on the couch if there's no room. My… mom wants me to stay…" She rubbed her arm nervously and said "I'm rambling now…"

Life on the Streets

Branna smirked. "Waaat a gran' 'um den. de name's Sylvia. yer are?" She knew she was lying through her teeth. It was a second nature to her. After all, she was running from a man who owns a giant crime sindicit. She the little boy up and down with a raised eyebrow. She was quite surprised at the status of this little boy and she asked "Wha are yisser auld pair?"

Life on the Streets

Branna exited the restaurant and noticed a light in an abandoned store not too far. A sighed escaped her and she decided to see what delinquent was attacking the store. As she neared it, the smoke from a fire reached her nose and she sped up a bit. She opened the front door of the store and peered in. "Ello? Enyon ther?" her accent came in heavily and she almost cursed.

One Final Summer Together {Remake/New Name}

Faeya looked up at the cabin with a sigh. She didn't even want to come here, but Debra insisted after Dani told Faeya about it. She rejected the invitation so Dani might think she wasn't coming, but here she was. Standing outside of a huge cabin in the middle of nowhere. She stepped out and grabbed her suitcase from the other side of the backseat. Debra said "have fun, honey!" Faeya rolled her eyes and said "okay."

She didn't trust Debra, nor did she trust John. They were both extremely nice and Faeya didn't trust "nice".

She walked over to the door, her suitcase rolling behind her. Faeya's heart was racing. Maybe rejecting this made them not want me here she thought as she knocked on the door. She looked down at her dirty converses and her torn up skinny jeans, wondering if she wore the proper attire for this. She could've gone with whatever Debra wanted her in, a blue skirt and a white tank top, but she was not going to show that much skin. Not now, not ever.

Life on the Streets

A girl dressed in a red, knee length dress walked out of the bathroom, shoving a blonde wig into her purse. She sat at the bar of the restaurant and said in a heavy Irish accent "Pie please?" She gave the waiter a charming smile and he turned to get it. She sighed and turned around in her seat to look outside. There was a girl walking toward the restaurant. Her eyes landed on her and they widened. Where did she recognize her from? Hopefully she wasn't a victim of her father… or herself… then again, she could be an enemy of her father's.