Full Name: Simon Petricroth

Nick name/s: N/A

Sex: male.

Age:15

Race: Witch/ necromancer

Sexual orientation: straight

Magik ability: has the ability to communicate, sense and raise the dead. Sometimes summoning spirits and zombies is an accidental given, though with his natural ability as a dark magic user and his twisted fascination for the dead anyhow. These little accidents dont bother him so much. Even though they should.

Familiar(optional): none at this time

SMALL bio of likes, dislikes, &

Likes: reading, poetry, traveling, history. The boy loves to learn about the world about him. Especially animals seeing as he doesnt share much fondness for people very often unless perhaps their dead of course. He also likes listening to instrumental music during his downtime.

Dislikes: Any sort of gummy or sticky sweet. Especially black licorice but not nearly as much as gum. Nasty stuff indeed.
He very rarely ever gets along with anybody, especially with those who try to pry into his personal life.

background: As a young boy he learned some skills of dark magic from his father. An awful brute he was, abusive, narrow minded and manipulative. He was rarely home because if he wasnt busy mentoring his son. As few and far between as that were. Simon's father was often out galivanting about the night drinking partying and hooking up with any girl he could get his hands on, despite having been married at the time with two kids.
So it was probably one of the happiest moments in simons life when the bloody scumbag finally kicked the bloody can. Though at the same time it was one of the worst. His sister and mother died on that same faithful day. Unlike his father, whom he loathed. He adored his mother and sister and for them to die in a grisly death of fire and smoke. He lived, all because he chose to play with a dead pup he found out in the yard and brought back to life without realizing the poor thing was even dead in the first place.

He was 12 when that day came and when news spread of a mysterious house fire killed all but one little boy of the Petricroth family. The coven took him in and his been trying to bring his family back ever since.

Appearance: weres thin wired round frames

Name: Cleo Melody Foxwell

Age: 28 ((my change later on))

Gender: Female

Occupation: Nothing special. Nothing exciting. She's a security guard at a mall. She did work at a bank but when another guard tried to grab her and feel her up and she stabbed him in the hand with an envelope opener. Now shes here. At a mall and she is bored. She wants something better. Something exciting. Something new.

Residency:; Foxwell Apartments; Apartment Room 412

appearance: image below except her hair is much darker. Almost black

personality: Like a flip of a coin Cleo has two very different sides. One she shows at work were  she quiet and keeps to herself but alone, with friends, if any at all. She has a spirited hyper personality, exploring new places is a thrill to her. Whether its in some abandoned building, the woods or even an old cemetery. Cleo is bound to be there in her free time. Her dark little secret is she finds violence somewhat amusing.

Weapons?: Yes. A dagger as well as setting up small traps to catch small prey.

Bio: Growing up in a home of being unwanted, of brunt of abuse from her father who blamed her in her mothers death from child birth. The bitter old man kept her locked away from The world until the age of nine when he was arrested through drug pedalling in the basement of the apartment building he and her uncle owned together. Until than while her Uncle stayed either in denial or just plain bliss of her abuse, she was beaten on, especially when he was drunk. Thrown stuff at her and if she was "bad" or he was bored or just didnt want to look at her he locked her in the closet for hours, days on end.

When arrested she was sent to live with her uncle outside the apartment building and into his home in the downtown area, where much to him and her aunts dismay never had gone to school, nor learned how to read or write so she had much to catch up on when she finally went to school with her cousin for the first time after a year of living with her uncle and family at the age of ten. Though over the years she did get into her share of trouble. Starting fires, picking fights, stealing etc.....
Finally Fed up with Emily's behavior, her family sends her to a military all girls school when she reached high school, learning not only discipline and to respect her superiors but to fight and defend herself as well. She hated every minute of it. She hated  getting a job in law enforcement when she wanted to explore the world instead. She hated the mold she was forced into.

Theme: youtu.be/3YxaaGgTQYM

Character Form:


Name: Ollie

Age: 22

Biography: always being the freak of nature among the rest. Oliver, or Ollie much prefers. Was born with a third eye. A fully functioning one at that too, it could close and everything but it wasn't at the front. Nope it was at the back. A perfectly round large Cyclops eye that he could hide easily with a hat. He could hide it with his hair sure but that was much to irritating for him and as a child he wouldn't let his parents forget it. Even at their request that it would be the best way to hide it. He didn't want to hide it though, Ollie wanted to be out in the open and show everyone his pecular third eye. Aweing their classmates as he would turn around and brush away his hair to show it off and when asked if it was real he would try and get the kids to sneak up on him with his back turn or show him a picture of some kind from the back. He would always get it right.

Though his peculiarity made him popular it was all for the wrong reasons. They always pesture him to do tricks eventually it got old and by high school. He was sick of the pesturing and the teasing and even in High school he would have people bug him or throw stuff at him from behind with lame remarks like. "Ha-ha bet you saw that coming" The last time that happened he was at a water fountain getting a drink when brandy summers, the girl he had a crush on threw an egg at the back of his head while he was wearing a hat and out of spite smashed her head into his knee. Sending her to the hospital and him suspension for a couple months. Which was fine for him though because school was about done anyhow

Growing up his only escape was camping. He absolutely loved the outdoors. Learning about the outdoors and learning how to interact with the wilderness. It was so much more freeing than being indoors especially when it was cluttered like his parents tiny cluttered bungalow that he lived in growing up and the feeling of being closed in was always a dampening quality of his

Sexuality: unknown


Personality: An over enthusiastic bubbly individual and rarely gets mad. When he does its really can be quite startling and enjoys walking and going camping naturally but hates being indoors for long periods of times so at night even when the other campers are sleeping in their cabins rather than the weekly camp outs that they have twice through out the week, Ollie is always seen inside his tent or laying out beneath the stars, He is very much against cell phones and his biggest fear is being confined indoors for the rest of his life

Strengths: very observant, is very fast because of his long legs and is very observant and resourceful in the woods that's and has the same qualities of survival, though he those hate hunting and prefers to eat or buy food at the store. He is fairly good in a fight though isn't strong but with his speed and the ability to be able to see behind him he does have a slight advantage after all.


Weaknesses : his extreme claustrophobia prevents him from being inside for long periods of time and gets distracted quiet easily and because of his own oddity he had always been drawn by the unique and odd.

As a supernatural: witch

Name: Charles Adamir (Chuck preferred)
Age: 22
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 175 pounds

Hair color: Brown
Eye color: Green
Skin Tone: Caucasian
Scars/Tattoos/Other Markings: He got a small scar on the back of his neck trailing up the base of his skull from a horseback riding accident.

Personality: Shy nervous but always in high spirits enjoys solitude. His soft spoken and a bit of a pushover, but when pushed comes to shove he will defend himself and especially his friends.
He is a loyal individual to those he trust.

History: Born as the youngest individual in his family, Chuck lived with his older sister Eliza and his mother and father. From the very start as soon as he could walk and talk his parents have pressured him to be the best but he doesn't always meet those expectations. His mother expects him to get top grades while his father wants him to be good at sports, but he generally hates sports and much preferred working in his room or garage to tinker on old computers and other electronic devices, so when he joined the track team. His dad was finally a bit more satisfied with his son.

Strengths: Pretty fast and has a growing knowledge of working with computers, hacking and creating viruses. His very quiet but can be a bit of a clutz but his strengths in smarts and speed makes up for in strength

Weaknesses: Is a little bit Cowardly. Not very strong. Has a tendency to get nervous under pressure and has a stuttering problem he is very self-conscious about.

Name: Kendall Whitchurch

Age: 31 ((Age can be changed if needed))


Height: Five foot four

Species: Human

Bio.Background: esqueKendall Reed grew up in the countryside on a farm in a pioneer-esque culture, so her parents were not only highly religious but lived very much in the traditional ways. Farming their own goods, living off the land and not relying on the use of technology. Yet despite her upbringing, Kendall had a spirited personality and wanted more from the world than just living on the farm. Cooking, cleaning. Having kids. As wonderful an idea as that was, she wanted a career. Her father didn't want to hear any of it though. He was the man of the house. His word was law. "We take care of our own and you're going to do what the good lord would want from you." He would say before they were to break out in arguments before she was sent off to her room.

Her brother's though were always supportive of her. Always encouraged her to do what she felt right. Especially her youngest brother Dennis. He even was the one to convince her to get a job and go to school once she was old enough to live off on her own. It was tough sure and she had no idea what she was doing but she was hell bent on doing it, no matter what anybody said. She got herself into high school. Living from one home to the next and when she met Dolbin. Her husband later on in life. She was sixteen. He was a bit old fashioned when it came to family values.
Almost like her father was but at the same time was very different. He saw the good in everybody like she did and was a smart resourceful business man. He respected her to the fullest even with the age difference and she loved every moment with him.

After High school, she went to college, then university to get her degree in the medical field. She decided she wanted to fully commit herself to helping others and being a nurse and hopefully someday a doctor. She would be able to do as such. She had her first sons when she was 22. Twin boys, who looked very much like her husband Dolbin though they did tend to fight a lot. She never understood why, though.
With the help of Dolbin though she thankfully was able to finish her schooling and move on with her career.
As the years went by, though. Dolbin became more distant with her especially when he started having health issues after an accident he had at a construction site for one of his business's. Nearly got crushed the doctors said and he was lucky to be alive. Let alone breathing on his own. That was when she was 28 years old and since then he had been going in and out of the hospital with one problem after the other. Sometimes it was his heart from the stress of work and sometimes it was just his breathing altogether.

What came next though was most surprising. Three years after the construction incident. His condition had gotten worse and after a few test and some obvious signs of blurred vision, slurred words and he was feeling lethargic. It was discovered that had a very small dose of ethylene glycol. It wasn't enough to kill him yet unless they did something to flush out his system fast. Which put him into a coma for several days before falling prey to Kidney failure. Resulting in death.

Personality: sweet, kind, caring, loyal, strong willed and determined. She enjoys helping others and loves to be outside. She is a bit stubborn at times and tends to stand out as the motherly figure in a group but it's simply Kendall being Kendall. Doing her best to lend a helping hand.