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Breathless. Sweat running, crimson tones highlighting the droplets. Shaky hands latching on to the porcelain sink, she squeezed her eyes shut. How could she do this? How could I do this? She pushed herself against the bowl, her muscles aching, her heart racing in her chest, and her naked feet planted on the marble floor. Flash backs in the form of bruises reforming on her arms, the dangers of her hitting her head again flashing against her skin. Her muscles throbbing from the over and over again stimulation. It was only a memory, it was only a thought, a lonely thought that had changed her entire life.
A whispery scream echoed from her lips in the quiet corner of her place. The bathroom lights flickered in response as her knees buckled from the weight of the world she felt caving in. Her lungs far from the air they needed. The oxygen being suffocated from her very organs that pushed her every day. Her hands tightened into fists as she sat there, her roughed and skinned knees hard against the marble, her body curled into a crescent as she squeezed her body together. She needed stability, she needed security, but all she could find was the darkness wanting to envelope her.
Through tear-stricken lashes, she opened her eyes, seeing the droplets, the lines, the curvatures of the red liquid in the open doorway. Her heart raced in her chest and her head pounded. She could almost feel the veins wanting to pop out of her collar bone reaching through her neck. She hid her face from the sight, unable to face what she had done. What have you done? The voice in her back of her head whispered again.
It wasn’t her fault. It wasn’t what she was meant to do. It was only a test. It was only her temper…it didn’t exist! This was a dream. This was a terrible, frantic dream…
She stayed there for hours…rocking back and forth on the floor, her body bruised from the images that she had in her head and the torture that she put herself through. She couldn’t even move on her own when there was a knock on the door.
People were worried.
They had heard the screams, they had heard the whines, the crashing, the breaking of possessions against the walls. She couldn’t escape the outside world from seeing through into her life as it came crashing down. The door was opened, the creaking echoing into her ear drums, and all she could do was vibrate from the feeling of fear, volatile self-destruction, and demise. There were curses that were heard from where her body sat.
They had seen the terror, the story, the painted mess along the confines of her apartment.
“Miss.” A softened deep voice spoke in the darkness.
Suddenly there was a bright light in her face, seeing her crumpled body in the corner of the bathroom, tucked in next to the claw footed tub.
She didn’t answer, she couldn’t move, if she did, it would happen all over again. Her breathing was finally even, but she couldn’t bring herself to move. The man repeated himself as he tried to step around the puddles of blood that had gathered in the corners of the room and seeped into the wooden frames along the edges of the hall.
“Miss are you okay?” He repeated himself again, this time asking a question.
By this time, she hadn’t faced enough torment as it was in her head, but she was numb. She had cried enough tears she felt her ducts dry as bone. Her blood soaked hands, blood covered face and matted dark ebony hair felt sticky, dry and like tape keeping her stuck in her position. With the last movement of the police officer, he took a few more steps closer to the woman and within a few movements, he had her standing weakly. “Come on…let’s get you out of here.”
It was blur…questions, red and blue lights, a masterpiece of the law shows she had watched growing up. Yet, all she could do was stare blankly ahead, even when they carried out the body bag…But even as she had shown up, wrapped up in a blanket, she was being escorted into a vehicle. The scene was cleaned to perfection.
Days later.
“You did well Anya.” The shadow said from beyond the locked door.
A whispery scream echoed from her lips in the quiet corner of her place. The bathroom lights flickered in response as her knees buckled from the weight of the world she felt caving in. Her lungs far from the air they needed. The oxygen being suffocated from her very organs that pushed her every day. Her hands tightened into fists as she sat there, her roughed and skinned knees hard against the marble, her body curled into a crescent as she squeezed her body together. She needed stability, she needed security, but all she could find was the darkness wanting to envelope her.
Through tear-stricken lashes, she opened her eyes, seeing the droplets, the lines, the curvatures of the red liquid in the open doorway. Her heart raced in her chest and her head pounded. She could almost feel the veins wanting to pop out of her collar bone reaching through her neck. She hid her face from the sight, unable to face what she had done. What have you done? The voice in her back of her head whispered again.
It wasn’t her fault. It wasn’t what she was meant to do. It was only a test. It was only her temper…it didn’t exist! This was a dream. This was a terrible, frantic dream…
She stayed there for hours…rocking back and forth on the floor, her body bruised from the images that she had in her head and the torture that she put herself through. She couldn’t even move on her own when there was a knock on the door.
People were worried.
They had heard the screams, they had heard the whines, the crashing, the breaking of possessions against the walls. She couldn’t escape the outside world from seeing through into her life as it came crashing down. The door was opened, the creaking echoing into her ear drums, and all she could do was vibrate from the feeling of fear, volatile self-destruction, and demise. There were curses that were heard from where her body sat.
They had seen the terror, the story, the painted mess along the confines of her apartment.
“Miss.” A softened deep voice spoke in the darkness.
Suddenly there was a bright light in her face, seeing her crumpled body in the corner of the bathroom, tucked in next to the claw footed tub.
She didn’t answer, she couldn’t move, if she did, it would happen all over again. Her breathing was finally even, but she couldn’t bring herself to move. The man repeated himself as he tried to step around the puddles of blood that had gathered in the corners of the room and seeped into the wooden frames along the edges of the hall.
“Miss are you okay?” He repeated himself again, this time asking a question.
By this time, she hadn’t faced enough torment as it was in her head, but she was numb. She had cried enough tears she felt her ducts dry as bone. Her blood soaked hands, blood covered face and matted dark ebony hair felt sticky, dry and like tape keeping her stuck in her position. With the last movement of the police officer, he took a few more steps closer to the woman and within a few movements, he had her standing weakly. “Come on…let’s get you out of here.”
It was blur…questions, red and blue lights, a masterpiece of the law shows she had watched growing up. Yet, all she could do was stare blankly ahead, even when they carried out the body bag…But even as she had shown up, wrapped up in a blanket, she was being escorted into a vehicle. The scene was cleaned to perfection.
Days later.
“You did well Anya.” The shadow said from beyond the locked door.
Ellarah Mace
Ellarah Mace, 22
Appearance:
• Hair: Blonde with ash low lights
• Skin: Tan
• Blemishes/tattoos/birthmarks: Tribal lines down her left arm leading into a flower garden around her wrist, tree branches around her right thigh leading into thorns and rose bush at her right ankle.
• Height/Style: 5’7 muscular, athletic
• Eyes: Bluish green
Personality
• Emotions mostly felt: Defensive, partying, submission to the crowd, blending
• Emotions outwardly expressed: Crazy, psychotic, wild, sexual
• Traits: Dancing, dancing, drinking, running wild, meeting new people, capturing the crowds attention
• Weaknesses: Has a drinking and drug problem, demonic host.
• Strengths: Seeing through your characters bullsh*t, fighting
Background
• Familial tree: Unknown; all deceased as far as she is aware of.
• Worlds belonging in: Science fiction, modern lines
• History:
• Unknown. Find out.
Appearance:
• Hair: Blonde with ash low lights
• Skin: Tan
• Blemishes/tattoos/birthmarks: Tribal lines down her left arm leading into a flower garden around her wrist, tree branches around her right thigh leading into thorns and rose bush at her right ankle.
• Height/Style: 5’7 muscular, athletic
• Eyes: Bluish green
Personality
• Emotions mostly felt: Defensive, partying, submission to the crowd, blending
• Emotions outwardly expressed: Crazy, psychotic, wild, sexual
• Traits: Dancing, dancing, drinking, running wild, meeting new people, capturing the crowds attention
• Weaknesses: Has a drinking and drug problem, demonic host.
• Strengths: Seeing through your characters bullsh*t, fighting
Background
• Familial tree: Unknown; all deceased as far as she is aware of.
• Worlds belonging in: Science fiction, modern lines
• History:
• Unknown. Find out.
Srytka Essence
Srytka Essence, 29
Appearance:
• Hair: Auburn with burgundy low lights
• Skin: Porcelain
• Blemishes/tattoos/birthmarks: Freckles, elements tattooed along her left arm.
• Height/Style: 5’3, thin, lanky
• Eyes: Changes from emerald to turquoise to gold, finally to white all with golden flecks present
Personality
• Emotions mostly felt: Guarding, stubbornness, optimistic
• Emotions outwardly expressed: Passive, avoidance, helpful
• Traits: Loves to teach, building a foundation in her relationships, helping others, looking at the big picture.
• Weaknesses: Too much on giving, loses focus on herself, gullible.
• Strengths: Coming up with solutions, protecting herself and others, fighting with the elements
Background
• Familial tree: Unknown; all deceased as far as she is aware of.
• Worlds belonging in: Fantasy, Science Fiction, human hybrids.
• History:
• Age 6; Srytka was taken away from her village amongst those terrorized. She was stuck with a random family as hers was completely taken away from her and she was left without much memory.
• Age 8; She started developing her elements and powers. This led her fosters to ask her to leave as she couldn’t control her elements the way she wanted to.
• Age 10; She began to be well versed in the way of living on her own in the forest. She lived off the land until she came across a village that took her in.
• Age 15; Syrtka finally was able to manage her elements and start helping people like she always wanted to. She was taught more homemaking and ways of socialization within the clans ranking.
• Age 20; Srytka set off to live and build a life of her own. She traveled miles and miles to the plains along the forest line in the mountains. There she built herself a place to stay with her own hands, where she developed her own land and crops. Also, when she was settled is when she came into contact with Rex, a long lost white tiger demon cub.
• Age 21; Aiden came into her life. A vampire that took her love for life and gave her the life she wanted before disappearing when townsfolk near the edges on the other side of the forest found. He was killed in the fight protecting her and their land.
Cadelle O'Connell
Cadelle O’Connell, 26
Appearance:
• Hair: Auburn with copper highlights
• Skin: Light beige
• Blemishes/tattoos/birthmarks: Freckles, star scar left hip
• Height/Style: 5’7, thin and flowy
• Eyes: Emerald green, gold flakes
Personality
• Emotions mostly felt: Sympathy, Caring and Kindness, Graciousness, Loving
• Emotions outwardly expressed: Calming, warm and friendly, love
• Traits: Talkative, social butterfly in necessary situations, leadership
• Weaknesses: Microaggressions, revenge, lost focus on main problem
• Strengths: Leading, analyzing of situations, calming down tense situations
Background
• Familial tree: King John O’Connell, Queen Gwenyth O’Connell, Brother Prince Clarence O’Connell, and Sister Princess Ada O’Connell
• Worlds belonging in: Victorian, Medieval
• History:
o Age 3, Cadelle, known as Cade, growing like a weed was playing along the fence line of the garden, running along the thorns of roses, falling in love with the nature when she had fallen over a few left over branches into the thorn bushes. The shape of the bunch regarding spikes on the stem of roses she had fallen on stabbing through the fabric covering her midsection, leading to the star scar she carries growing older.
o Age 9, Cade felt responsible to take care of her older sister as she came down with tuberculosis, sure to help the maids and doctors to the best of her ability. She was subjected to the death of her sister, seeing her in the final moments as she drowned in her own blood.
o Age 14, Cade was faced with the socialite of the season and was forced to find suitors as her parents aged in their leadership roles. She made her way with connections on political levels rather than on romantic levels, was regarded as a prude in her younger age with her persistence of a proper courting.
o Age 18, Cade was courted by the Prince of Cinder, Charlie. Fallen and hopeless for the young soldier. However, he was killed in battle.
o Age 21, Given the title of Queen as her parents and brother were killed on their way to the grand meeting between meeting regencies.
Appearance:
• Hair: Auburn with copper highlights
• Skin: Light beige
• Blemishes/tattoos/birthmarks: Freckles, star scar left hip
• Height/Style: 5’7, thin and flowy
• Eyes: Emerald green, gold flakes
Personality
• Emotions mostly felt: Sympathy, Caring and Kindness, Graciousness, Loving
• Emotions outwardly expressed: Calming, warm and friendly, love
• Traits: Talkative, social butterfly in necessary situations, leadership
• Weaknesses: Microaggressions, revenge, lost focus on main problem
• Strengths: Leading, analyzing of situations, calming down tense situations
Background
• Familial tree: King John O’Connell, Queen Gwenyth O’Connell, Brother Prince Clarence O’Connell, and Sister Princess Ada O’Connell
• Worlds belonging in: Victorian, Medieval
• History:
o Age 3, Cadelle, known as Cade, growing like a weed was playing along the fence line of the garden, running along the thorns of roses, falling in love with the nature when she had fallen over a few left over branches into the thorn bushes. The shape of the bunch regarding spikes on the stem of roses she had fallen on stabbing through the fabric covering her midsection, leading to the star scar she carries growing older.
o Age 9, Cade felt responsible to take care of her older sister as she came down with tuberculosis, sure to help the maids and doctors to the best of her ability. She was subjected to the death of her sister, seeing her in the final moments as she drowned in her own blood.
o Age 14, Cade was faced with the socialite of the season and was forced to find suitors as her parents aged in their leadership roles. She made her way with connections on political levels rather than on romantic levels, was regarded as a prude in her younger age with her persistence of a proper courting.
o Age 18, Cade was courted by the Prince of Cinder, Charlie. Fallen and hopeless for the young soldier. However, he was killed in battle.
o Age 21, Given the title of Queen as her parents and brother were killed on their way to the grand meeting between meeting regencies.
Dannie Smith
Dannie Smith, Experiment #10108, 24
Appearance:
• Hair: Dark coffee brown, thick in texture, medium in length
• Skin: Ivory
• Blemishes/tattoos/birthmarks: Freckles, barcode on left wrist, crescent moon on right ankle
• Height/Style: 5’5, Athletic and muscular
• Eyes: Emerald green, gold flakes
Personality
• Emotions mostly felt: Rage, Passive, Anxious/outwardly calm, Fleeting
• Emotions outwardly expressed: Cold, quiet, analyzing, avoidance
• Traits: Nail picking, analyzing of situations, task oriented, mission scoring.
• Weaknesses: The company, her poison created by said company, her own anxious mind.
• Strengths: Running, athletic measures, boxing, stealth, poisoning.
Background
• Familial tree: Gina and Tom Smith, brother Hughe, and sister Layla. ALL DECEASED.
• Worlds belonging in: Fantasy regarding supernatural experiments among different species.
• History:
o Age 8, Dannie was taken from her sister’s birthday party in the middle of the park. Unable to fight back after being targeted with a sedative, her captors and parts of THE COMPANY took Dannie back to a camp where she was tested, injected, and mentally/verbally/physically tortured. The goals to create an experimental and stealthy army against not only domestic threats, but internationally and worldly threats.
o Age 16, Dannie escaped on leave through mission. Secretly was able to disappear with tactics learned in her classes and mental checks run on the base. Weak and starved by the poisons and lack thereof dispensed by the company, she was forcibly brought back when they found her in the middle of a Russian city center.
o Age 21, Dannie was released with her memory cleared of her history, background and desires that she had growing up as a child. Now all she knew was the time at her camp/classes/torture.
More to be added. ~
Appearance:
• Hair: Dark coffee brown, thick in texture, medium in length
• Skin: Ivory
• Blemishes/tattoos/birthmarks: Freckles, barcode on left wrist, crescent moon on right ankle
• Height/Style: 5’5, Athletic and muscular
• Eyes: Emerald green, gold flakes
Personality
• Emotions mostly felt: Rage, Passive, Anxious/outwardly calm, Fleeting
• Emotions outwardly expressed: Cold, quiet, analyzing, avoidance
• Traits: Nail picking, analyzing of situations, task oriented, mission scoring.
• Weaknesses: The company, her poison created by said company, her own anxious mind.
• Strengths: Running, athletic measures, boxing, stealth, poisoning.
Background
• Familial tree: Gina and Tom Smith, brother Hughe, and sister Layla. ALL DECEASED.
• Worlds belonging in: Fantasy regarding supernatural experiments among different species.
• History:
o Age 8, Dannie was taken from her sister’s birthday party in the middle of the park. Unable to fight back after being targeted with a sedative, her captors and parts of THE COMPANY took Dannie back to a camp where she was tested, injected, and mentally/verbally/physically tortured. The goals to create an experimental and stealthy army against not only domestic threats, but internationally and worldly threats.
o Age 16, Dannie escaped on leave through mission. Secretly was able to disappear with tactics learned in her classes and mental checks run on the base. Weak and starved by the poisons and lack thereof dispensed by the company, she was forcibly brought back when they found her in the middle of a Russian city center.
o Age 21, Dannie was released with her memory cleared of her history, background and desires that she had growing up as a child. Now all she knew was the time at her camp/classes/torture.
More to be added. ~