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Aurora Mae Carrington

They say I am the child of the devil, the one angel he birthed who had immediately fallen, sweetie would you like to play with death?

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a character in “Covens, Cliques, and Hexes! Oh My!”, as played by Fallen

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Full Name: Aurora Mae Carrington
Nicknames: My nickname given to me by friends is simply Mae, just my middle name. However, others gave me the notorious alias of Reaper, due to my affiliation with death. Sometimes however, people not so fond of me tease me with Bloody Marry due to harm I have caused myself.
Age: I'm eighteen...call me old, go ahead
Hometown: I'm from England, hence the accent
Ethnicity I'm British and Italian
Sexuality: I'm pansexual, the heart wants what it wants; I don't discriminate. Yes I have a heart it's in there you moron! Look harder! What are you doing!? Stop staring at my breasts you pervert!

Coven: I'm a long time unfortunate member of Circe
Years spent at Fae: Three very long years
Specialty: "I can summon and manipulate spirit. It's quite rare, but basically it's life and death itself. This comes in many forms."
Abilities:

I can summon, control, and manipulate the dead. This is often referred to as necromancy. It's not like you see on television or movies, I can summon them from anywhere, but I can also raise them as well. Just like the other necromancer stereotypes. It can be a bit interesting due to the fact that most of the time they aren't too happy about being disturbed, but that is where my control over them comes in. I can summon or raise what can seem like an army of the things, though I cannot suppress their thoughts so they often bitch at me about it. The dead don't look like zombies like most morons believe, their appearances differ. They can appear like your typical living person, just pale, or they can appear deteriorating, or they can almost look like skeletons. It's however they have been put in the ground and how long they have been there. I am able to call on certain ones if I'd like, and it's handy. They bitch a little less. Should I not want to raise the dead, I can simply speak to them, and simply speak to spirits or what paranoid people usually call ghosts. Because of this some people call me a medium, wanting me to speak to their loved ones. One last thing here, I can bring back the dead - no not like you're thinking. I can literally bring back someone who died, and they can continue living life. However, they will have an eternal connection with me, pop into my mind every now and again, they will also be able to see spirits as well. To do this, they must have died very recently. It's not like I can go around resurrecting your family members or dead cat from years and years ago. I'm speaking like two days. I don't want people in my head though, so I more or less just bring back animals or plants. Many people get on me for doing this saying that it's forbidden to mess with the dead in such a way. Many people can go fuck themselves.

On the contrary, there's this unspoken thing called auramancy. In general it's manipulating anything with an aura, which is basically manipulating anything that is alive. Human or animal. Because of auramancy, when I walk around I see people's auras and in different colors, which represent moods, feelings, and illnesses. Don't get this confused with mind control or something like that, it's simply puppetry, and as such, one's will can fight it off. The stronger the person, the faster it is to do so. Interesting thing is, since my specialty is spirit, I can see the are within auras that is people's life force, and you see I can tinker with it. This is the only part of people's aura which I can literally bend. You see, I am able to basically bend that part of an aura and shoot it towards another person or even myself - this connects the two people and their life force as well as feelings. Whatever they feel - physically or otherwise the other feels. And should one of them die, the other will too.

I'm able to manipulate my own blood, it's part of my life which is why I am able to do so. To do this I must inflict self harm, which then I can mold my blood into anything. Items, weapons, you name it. My blood may also be used in a more helpful way, I am able to heal the wounds of others with it, you may wonder how I do that - my blood turns into a glowing vapor that cover's a persons wounds and mends them. Another thing about my blood is that I am able to throw myself into a sort of berserk state, by 'boiling' it so to speak. It basically makes me extremely strong and quick - but it makes my endurance very poor. This effect is brief, though. In general, my wounds heal quicker than your average person - not like boom gone or anything, just quicker.

A fascinating ability of spirit, is the ability to dream walk. This can be fun sometimes. It works in various ways, when I am awake I can pop into people's minds whenever I want and effect their dream's however I'd like. Meanwhile, my actual body remains still as if in a trance. However, while sleeping, I can pop into random people's dreams close by, and often am affected by what is happening in their own dream. Either one is actually a good means of communication, or just poking around when you are bored.

It's unheard of but I can call upon the Seven Sins to aid me or do my bidding. Each one of them have their own abilities and traits as well as personalities. While some of them are easy to get along with, some of them are annoying little dumb fucks I barely manage not to pound into the ground. Over the years I have gained their respect however, and they follow my orders and my lead in a battle. The Seven Sins look just like us, normal people, so they blend in nicely when I don't want them particularly found out. I can only call upon one of them at a time, which is fine by me. Additionally, I can merge with them, unlocking new abilities.

luxuria (lust):

Luxuria is a flirtatious character, along with that, she is very manipulative of men. She has a diva like personality in the sense that she has to get her way all the time, or she is very unhappy. Her fighting style is very upfront, yet she is not one to get in the front of the action. Luxuria would prefer to stand in the middle of everyone, having others do her bidding.
Individually, Luxuria has the ability over pheromones, manipulation, and allure. In addition, she is blessed with beauty and a perfect body to boot.
When fused with Luxuria,I have the ability of manipulation. In addition, I am able to use any and all males as puppets, being able to control their bodies.

gula (gluttony)

Gula is wasteful. She overindulges in everything, saving nothing for others or even those who need it. She thinks of no one but herself, and other people do not even occur to her. Her thought process revolves around food, wealth, and how to get them. Her fighting style is more non existent and a bit oblivious.
Individually, Gula has the ability of super eating, she is able to eat any and all matter. In addition, she is able to re-form anything in which she has once eaten.
When Fusing with Gula, I gain the ability to eat matter. In addition, I gain the ability to absorb powers.

avaritia (greed)

Avaritia is greedy. Plain and simple. She wants anything and everything, if it exists and she doesn't have it yet, she wants it. Anything someone else has, she has to have. It needs to be hers. She doesn't understand that difference between need and want. She has an attitude, and can be described as a little hyper. Her fighting style is ranged. She does everything from a distance, where she can observe everything.
Individually, Avaritia has the ability to steal powers, and use them for the duration of her summon. This allows the powers to stack, and they are not replaced by newly stolen powers.
When fusing with Avaritia, I have the ability to mimic abilities, one ability at a time. In addition I have the power over molecular manipulation.

acedia (sloth)

Acedia is a character that many could describe as lazy. She has a lacking of any and all emotions and does physically as little as possible. In a sense, she is merely existing. Her style of fighting, is doing as little as possible.
Individually, Acedia has the ability of to stop time.
When Fusing with Acedia, I gain the ability to speed up or slow down the things around her for several seconds, in addition I gain the power to teleport.

ira (wrath)

Ira is a temperamental character, she is always pissed off about something, one could say she is just mad at the world. She is very hard headed and stubborn, and never listens to reason. Her fighting style is very rash, with little to no thoughts to her actions. However, she is by far the strongest (physically) of the bunch.
Individually, Wrath possesses a constant type of berserker strength. In addition, she has control over the element of fire.
When I fuse with Wrath, I gains enhanced strength. In addition, I have rapid speed which comes in bursts.

invidia (envy)

Invidia is very obsessive. She tends to be extremely envious over select people, and her envy doesn't end. Traits in which she wishes she had, that they possess, she wish would go away. She secretly hates people from afar, wishing the worst for them. She is overall quiet, and a bit of a schemer, in her own mind. Her fighting style is secretive and often changes.
Individually, Invidia has the power of shape shifting, in addition she has able to retain a large amount of information.
When fused with Invidia, I am able to change my physical appearance to mimic anothers, and it seems for fun I get a photographic memory.

superbia (pride)

Superbia is a very proud person. However, she stays out of the realms of cocky. Most of the time. She is a very independent person, with a great sense of accomplishment, and is very comfortable with herself and her decisions. Her fighting style is very up front. She likes to be in the front of all the action, almost the center of attention and leading everyone else.
Individually, Superbia has enhanced senses and reflexes.
When fusing with Superbia, I have enhanced reflexes and emotion control.

Then there's the normal me, people say I have a beautiful voice and am a talented singer, but I just as easily turn it up a notch and crank out some screamo. Yes, because screaming is fun. They say I am a prodigy, I excel in all academics, everything comes natural to me and I always know the answer. This is also somewhat due to my photographic memory and the fact that I forget nothing. Additionally, I am very gifted with musical instruments, since I was a child I had the ability to pick up any instrument and play it. Not wanting to have me only relying on magic, I was trained to use my body in hand to hand combat as well as close ranged weapons. I was raised on muay mai and in my later years picked up mixed martaial Arts. While with weapons I started on eskrima and fencing, I branched out into various styles which became a mish mosh of my own. If you were to ask my what's my poison when it came to weapons, I would have to say it's daggers and swords. However, I like to change it up, see you might see me with odd weapons. It wouldn't be rare however, to see me with bracers, knucles, and gaitors. Mind you, I was once raised on those pathetic looking sticks, but looks are deceiving. In general, I have amazing speed and endurance. I have went through grueling endurance training and though speed always came natural to be, I have learned to build upon it. I also am quite good with photography and drawing. My pictures are usually candid, and my drawings keep being labled as twisted and dark - as is my poetry. Funny thing, I am a good thief, con artist, and hacker - but that's neither here nor there - alright?

Familiar My familiar and my long time pal is Remi. Remi is a white snow leopard that I love oh so much. He can be a little sarcastic at times, but he is quite the caring kitty. He always worries about me and tends to lecture me - a lot. He's kind of a like a parent, and it's adorable. He's very knowledgeable and intelligent, like yours truly. While I have never been his master, it's what he calls me to annoy me.

Personality: What kind of person am I...hmmm...hmmmm. I guess my personality seems to contradict itself. I have to admit I am one of those people that are very in your face, you know those people who pretend not to know what personal space is, the people that like to jump inside other people's bubbles. I am also very blunt, I don't see the point in sugar coating things for idiotic people who can't face reality, I mean seriously. People tell me sometimes my words drip sarcasm, I suppose that is me amusing myself. I am not shy, not even remotely, I will walk around in my underwear on the street in front of complete strangers, I don't care. I truly could not give a fuck what anyone thinks about me, you are the one wasting your own energy with all that hatred and dislike towards me. I'm not shy sure, but I am not completely outgoing, I don't randomly just talk to people - unless I want to of course. But there are times I become completely anti social and don't want to and just cannot talk to anyone. I often end up on my own hiding out somewhere or locked up in my room for this time. There is something annoying about me. I remember everything, everything that has ever happened in my life, that I have ever seen, that's been said to me. I remember everything my teachers say, every word from every book, every textbook picture. This made me excel in school, get advanced placement classes, have scholarships thrown at me and get many awards - I don't let it get to my head though, I am thankful. I guess I am also very intuitive, I seem to always know when something is going to go wrong, when someone is in trouble, or if there is a place I might need to be. For those people who can stand to be around me, I am that person they come to for advice, usually because have feelings how things will turn out and haven't been wrong. I have to say, both those things together can be overwhelming. I am a patient person, I do curse at people a lot and bring a lot a sarcasm with me, but I am patient with people. I guess I am just naturally, a feisty little spitfire. I am stubborn, so so stubborn and I hear it all the time. But it's because I know I'm right. Why oh why don't people understand. But yeah, can't change my mind since you're wrong. I am very adventurous and love to learn new things and see new things. I guess I am very bold, brave, and daring because I'll do anything, and I'll do it first. Ah but if your annoying little self has to be first, it's fine. You whiney little fucker. Well I am told I like to tease and poke and prod at people and it's true. I guess I can really touchy feely as well. It's just fun to see people's reactions. I am more of an independent person, I have a very had time relying on other people. Ah, and even though may be an intelligent walking book, I try not to act like so, because my big words might confuse you.

But enough of that, I would like to think I am a good person, I care about those close to me, and will protect them at all costs. While I do have morals, I don't force them upon other people and you should thank me for that. I don't look at the world very optimistically, but I don't look at it from a negative perspective either. I look at the world hoping for the best and preparing for the worst. For those I give a damn about I can be a really nice person, giving, caring, nurturing even - so I'm told. I don't see it. I like to see my loved ones smile, and like to know they are safe, I like taking care of them, okay I will admit it. But, I'll let you in on a little secret, I guess I am a little bit devilish. I do have a dark side, I can be a little evil. I can be brutal and sadistic, I do like the unknown and hearing the crys of those who deserve it. If someone who dare disturb my coven ever cause any kind of harm, I will not hesitate to make the beg for mercy, to make them fall to their knees, to make them cry in pain. And I will enjoy it. I will love it, deep inside - I crave it. But you see I walk this line of neutrality, I'm neither the good guy or the bad guy. I always look like the odd one out, the outcast, usually even the bad guy. But I am not, I will sooner fight for 'good' than 'evil.

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Likes:

- Animals
- Sweets
- Spicy things
- Nature
- Warmth
- The cold
- Rain
- Snow
- Music
- Theatre
- Computers
- Computer games
- Hacking
- All academic classes
- Fighting
- Self harm
- Blood
- Seeing others in pain
- The dark
- Weapons and sharp things
- Hand to hand combat
- Weapons of all kinds

Dislikes:

- Authority
- Being told what to do
- Being talked down to
- Losing at anything
- Seeing others bullied
- Seeing her coven in pain
- Failing
- Stupidity
- Conceited individuals
- Extremely vain individuals
- Alcohol
- The closed minded
- Drugs
- Anything that suppresses artistic expression

History: Not that it's any of your damn business, but I was born into a family who had never possessed magick. I was their little 'surprise'. From a young age my magic was completely uncontrollable, and there were many accidents, and then there was much much experimentation. But in the end, there was only tragedy. When I was young I killed my parents, my family, everyone that would have given a fuck about me. They called it murder, but in the end, it was only an accident. My abilities overwhelming my young self who had no proper training to control them. I didn't understand what had happened until later, but I always knew it was my fault. It was then I was taken to a foster home, which I immediately ran away from, though somehow left unscathed. On my journey to nowhere a man in his thirties whom I came to know as Erik took me in to raise as his own, although I felt much like he was a drill sergeant of some kind. He was a scary individual who possessed the fascinating abilties to fight people - without magick. He taught me everything he knew and then some - but when it came to magick, I had to learn myself. And it was always the hard way.

For some time I was kept in seclusion and far away from others because I kept summoning massive amounts of dead who would roam all over, and I would be unable to control. But Erik worked with me on how to control them, the poor bastard, was victim of many injuries. I say that with love though, he is family to me. There were often times I could see the worry in his eyes, through that serious demeanor. I was often colored in blood, covered in long slashes. Even so, he encouraged me to practice those abilities most harmful to me, for my own survival and safety. He said I could get used to them and gain control, I could know my limits. There were times when he would leave me alone for a while, letting me come back days later, then sometimes it became a month. He wanted to make sure I could survive. Growing up I never had any friends, I never went to a real school, I was taught from home by Erik. I don't think I was one for socialization anyways. Let's speed up then. So years later I found myself at this school for those who were gifted, the bastards put me in some stupid coven full of idiots. Jerks, bullies, the power hungry, and stereotypical punks. However some of them, were just your average dark magic user with a bit of an attitude. I don't see where the hell I fit in there, eventually I started to care about the fuckers, but god. In school, I excelled, especially academically, perfect scores and grades. But I was also a force to be reckoned with when it came to my magick. I don't go around picking on people or bullying others like some of my fellow fucktards, but I do enjoy a little bit of...this is taking to long. Fuck off.
Other: Did I miss anything?

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Aurora Mae Carrington's Story

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It was always the same, there was nothing new and exciting about the environment that peaked her interest. She had once been so naive as to expect something different, but she'd learn to do otherwise. However, she would no longer depend on the academy for her amusement. She knew she would have been just as well off on her own. Her mentor, and the person that raised her, had taught her ever so harshly about life - and she had soaked up everything he said like a sponge. It wasn't as if she could forget anyways. Not only did she have a photographic memory, but she had the inability to forget anything, which was both a gift and a haunting curse. In the beginning she would have night terrors as a child, but they had ceased only turning into constant nightmares. Death and blood followed the girl, whether real or not. She was strongly connected to spirit, which was both life and death itself, however she had a stronger connection to death and the afterlife. Around her, the dead, wandering around like normal people, something only she could see.

urora sent a large cloud of vapor in the air, healing the many wounds in which she had just caused herself. While the other students liked to throw in last minute practices and training for the bi-annual trial, she preferred to start immediately. However, her training for herself never ended. She put herself through grueling endurance training everyday, and excersizes to improve her agility. Additionally, she found creative, yet disturbing ways to keep up her magical skills and improve them. It was a pain, such a fucking pain that Circe didn't get to participate in the trial first, but perhaps the best was saved for last. Merlin and Madea was an interesting match up, she always liked to put her money on Madea due to the fact that no one seemed to give a fuck about them. It's those ones that always surprised you, however, no one ever expected much of Merlin, being that they were doctors on steroids. She, unlike her fellow Circe members had nothing against them. Her one and only friend whom she treasure was a Merlin member, they had the purist of hearts most of them, it was fucking sickening. But she respected them, liked them even, they were good people.

Her coven, drove her insane. She would have preferred to have been in Madea, if not Madea, then Merlin. Her coven was of assholes and wannabes, and then there was Divinia. Someday, she would put her in the ground, the school already thought Aurora was evil - even though she wasn't - well not Divinia evil. Actually, Aurora was evil, but within reason, she was more likely to torture someone who had hurt another rather than just a poor innocent soul. Circe was known as the coven who caused trouble and wreaked havoc, they were a pain even to her. Aurora had a set of morals when it came to things like that, she certainly wasn't fucking around at school without just cause. In all her time here, she had managed to gain one friend, and that friend was someone who was scared to death of Circe, due to her personality and the fact the girl was in Merlin, Aurora kept a close eye on her and always made sure everyone, especially from Circe, left her alone. Aside from Chrissa, Aurora didn't have any other relationships at school. Enemies, maybe, no other friends for sure. She was always a loner, and she was an independent person. She refused to ever rely on anyone, and would rather die before doing so. However, she liked being depended on, something about taking care of people that she enjoyed.

She had excelled in every subject. At the academy, she got the top marks in everything, in previous schools and academic subjects it was almost even a joke. Her capacity for information was never ending. As far as magick went, she put her body through everything possible to always grow stronger. She stood in a now empty field, surrounded by spirits, and previously littered with the undead. The spirits all talked to her at once, following her as she headed for the main building. "Shut the fuck up, I don't have time right now." she snapped. The spirits hushed on command, though continued to bitch to one another. On the field behind her, stains of her own blood which formed small puddles in some areas. Her hair was down and in waves, and she wore a docorative white dress with smokey eyes and sneakers. Her hands were slightly stained, but she took no notice to it. As she headed towards the building, she saw many new students arrive, some of them excited and some scared out of their minds. Then, there were always those select few that questioned the whole establishment in general. "He dumbfucks!" she shouted. "How's in hangin'?" she walked up to a terrified looking female and got into her face, close enough to kiss her. "Boo." The girl screamed and ran away. God, they get more and more whimpy every year. "Don't worry sweet I wont hurt you!" she shouted. "Yet." However, she had no intention of doing so in the first place, it was just fun to mess with the new kids.

Aurora opened the doors to the main building, shoving students out of the way. "Get the fuck out of the way! What the hell does this walkway look like to you?"
Her familiar was surely sleeping right now, he liked to take his little cat naps at the beginning of the year, especially since he found the new students or what he referred to as the new meat, particularly annoying. The two of them were quite similar, yet different at the same time. Aurora had known her familiar for a very long time now, by this time they were inseparable. He often did physical training with her, she had to make sure he stayed strong as well, he was as stubborn as her, the both of them not stopping until they passed out from exhaustion. She would always make sure to heal him while he was out, not telling him. However, she knew that he was aware, and just didn't tell her. He hated her self mutilation, even though she was intoxicated by it, it did have to do with her magick, she didn't just sit up in her room or some bullshit and hack at herself. She wasn't a depressed idiot crying out for help. It wasn't like she could just make blood explode from her body to use and manipulate, she had to cut it out. She then headed towards a particular classroom and swung the door open, several spirits following her.

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“Me? Shame? Of what? Of being super hot?” He grinned and pulled her close, pressing his forehead to hers. “If I hid all this, I would be depriving you of viewing the ninth wonder of the world.” He offered another classic goofy smile before letting his lips brush against hers. “You taste like. Vanilla. And paper. And Australia.” He suppressed a laugh before standing, holding her in his arms as he did before. “And what do you mean come to my senses? I think that finally telling you that I love you is the most sensible thing that I've done since birth.” He spun around with a smile and whistled for Heath to follow. The falcon took off from his perch and took up a new perch on Amarina's shoulder. Your shirt looks better on her than it does you. The bird screeched with laughter, causing Cheveyo to roll his eyes. Just as they got to the door, Aedan started knocking. Sighing, he swung the door open. “'sup, McKlellan. I got up at five this morning to knock out my training with Professor Guarini and Professor Romanova. I'm good to go. Tell Angelo that I'm spending the next few hours with my girlfriend. If I train now, I'm going to be really tired and overall, useless in battle.” Cheveyo gave Aedan a light nod before moving past him. You know Karol will have your head for this. He might not let you compete. Heath tilted his head some. “Let him try.” Cheveyo shrugged. He respected the Merlin man, but the past few years, he just didn't feel like he belonged with Merlin. “So – We could run into town and grab something eat. Like ice cream.” He looked down at Amarina, wondering if she'd like to go.




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Divinia smiled lightly as Sunday blushed before scurrying away. Such a darling little girl. She looked so innocent, but she was far from it. She then glanced over to Pippa. She had noticed the way a slight of jealousy would spike in the woman's Aura every time Divinia interacted with Sunday. Disregarding the questions Pippy had asked, Div moved forward and grasped her girlfriend's face gently. “Davvero non hanno nulla da essere gelosa, il mio amore. Sai che sono di gran lunga il mio preferito. Alcuni bambina non potrà mai prendere il tuo posto. Anche se, ho davvero piace come la gelosia appare su di te. È talmente una svolta.” She purred against Pippa's lips gently, softly whispering the words, letting her hands travel down to Pippa's waist so that she might pull her closer. She ended with a kiss, sucking gently on her bottom lip. “Cheveyo and Amarina have finally decided to make it official. Without my blessing, unfortunately. I will deal with them later.” She sighed, brushing a few strands of hair from Pippa's face. “I will be inviting Romeo, of course. And Ever. Xavier, DeAngelo, Drago, Sasha, and Alexander. You know. The usual.” She offered a light shrug. “We should -” She paused, her baby blue rolling to the back of her skull as she grasped Pippa's shoulders and dug her nails in. In her mind she saw a vision of a beautiful Grecian woman striding across Fae's lawn with a look of confidence and an Aura of darkness around her. “Lamia.” She whispered the name of the Head Mistress who had left on business that Divinia was one hundred percent sure had to do with Eden's Blade. As the vision faded, she straightened herself out. “Seems that our favorite toy is coming back home.” Hecate shook her head, muttering to herself. Whore. “I believe the term is polygamist, dear Hecate. How many times must I remind you?” She sighed and stroked the heavy snake's head. “Pippa, my love. I have a gift for you. I nearly forgot. Come.” She wrapped her hand around Pippa's and began to head for the Circe territory. She had Eileen charm a mirror for her to give to Pippa. She had gotten the idea from Drago who had gotten the idea from Beauty and the Beast. That boy and his Disney...




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DeAngelo had pulled a book out of his jacket pocket and was writing in it with great passion. It was his journal and he was recording in it everything that had happened since he had gotten off of the plane. He wrote of meeting Pippa, his sister's favored lover. He wrote of the strange Sunday Cortez. A small beauty. Such a misunderstood girl; he knew the feeling. He frowned and wrote some more, unaware of Cupid approaching him until the boy had spoken. He looked up, startled. He was quick to shove the pen and journal back into his jacket. He looked up and was about to answer until he had gotten a good enough look at Cupid. He struggled for words as Cupid's voice seemed to take hold of him and make him think of nothing else. “...” DeAngelo simply stared into Cupid's eyes for two whole minutes. He didn't mean to be quite so creepy. DeAngelo just couldn't help but to digest and process everything that happened. He always overthought things. It was because of this that he would often pause for a long time before answering people or would simply stare before starting a conversation. That and he had to shut out all the voices in his head that were the thoughts of others so that he could distinguish what was being spoken and what was being thought; people got a little bit freaked out when he answered questions or made comments about the thoughts in their heads. Finally, he blushed deeply and rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. “Apologies.” He took a little bit longer to reply – He wasn't forced to speak English very often and while he knew the language, he was better at reading it than speaking it. “Si – I am in Medea. And...according my sister and Signora le Feuvre, Professor Kwan is training all of Medea for some...Trials. But – If I wasn't mistaken, you must be at least a second year to participate.” DeAngelo smiled bashfully and took Cupid's hand in the same gentle manner that he had done Sunday's. Turning it so that the other male's palm faced upwards, he placed his lips gently against the heel of his hand, almost on his wrist. “I am DeAngelo Pagliarelli – Its my first year here. To whom do I owe the pleasure...?” His bright blue eyes turned upwards, glancing into the latino's face.




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Drago watched as the others ignored Xavier and dispersed. “I think Professor Guarini might want to select a new set of elite.” He smirked, shaking his head. “Though, from what my sister says – That would be you, herself, Pippa, Sunday, Aurora, and myself. So few out of so many.” He gave a light 'tsk tsk' and shook his head before taking hold of Xavier's hand. “One of the two, yes.” He and his brother greeted people in the same way. He turned Xavier's hand so the palm faced upwards and kissed the heel of his hand. “Drago Pagliarelli – You must be Xavier St. John. My sister speaks quite highly of you. And we both know how rare it is for her to speak that way of anyone outside of the family.” A smirk graced his face as he stepped even closer, flexing his muscles just to show off. “I assure you that I am just as intrigued by you as you are of me. Join me for dinner tonight?” Unlike his rather shy twin, Drago was a lot more forward when flirting. His gaze was lustful as he bit down on his bottom lip, gazing over the older male that was standing before him. And like his sister, it was never really a question. He was simply polite enough to pose it as one.




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Sasha glanced over at Iain, clapping her hands gleefully. “He will be in Puck! There is no doubt about it!” She giggled happily, bouncing in the chair. “Thaaaank you, Iain! Gotta go now!” She blew a kiss and dashed out of the office, dancing around quite happily. She fist pumped, closing the door behind her. “Hey, Klaude! We're getting Cheveyo!” The giant Roc was circling the school, casting a shadow. Are you positive? I thought Iain said that you all would have to have a conference of sorts first. “Details, details!” The Russian flipped her hair over her shoulder and huffed some. Your students are talking again of having relations with you. Klaude began to shrink and dove down towards the school before flying into a nearby window, landing on Sasha's shoulder. “Let zem talk. Who am I to crush their precious dreams? I stand against such things, you know.” She waved her hand, walking down the halls on the tips of her toes. You should do so before you earn a reputation such as Romeo's. That would not be a good thing. Klaude warned her as Sasha exited through the front doors of the Academy. “And why not?” Hrutao had come forward, holding his head high proudly. “I do not understand the mind working of these bipedal creatures.” The stag sighed irritably. “Well – Let's discuss it, then.” Sasha snapped her fingers and watched as an olive tree sprouted from the ground. Flowers lifted from every step that she took as she climbed the tree and laid her body across a low-hanging branch. “What is there to discuss? You fleshy, bipedal, creatures are so hypocritical. Let us take for example this situation. Romeo is highly attractive by human standards. As are you. You are both well over centuries old. But it is more acceptable for you to have sexual relations with teenagers than he simply because you are female. How is that in any way intelligent or fair?” Hrutao had folded his legs underneath his body and was looking up to his partner. Klaude had landed on a branch near Sasha. “I agree. I have yet to understand this logic.” The bird canted his head to the side, looking to Sasha who threw her hands up. “Don't look at me – I don't follow said logic because I find it equally as retarded as you do.” She and her companions laughed some and went on about the strange customs that people of the 21st century followed. So many things had changed – Some for the better and some for the worse. She, Iain, Romeo, Lamia, and even Pippa would often reminisce about their day and age together. It was a lot of fun. She smiled, closing her eyes as Klaude and Hrutao bickered about trivial matters. She took a nap right there in that tree, being the first thing one would see coming up to the school.




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Romeo glanced up from his daze to see that Sunday had come in. She was a pretty enough young woman with quite an...obsession for him. She thought it to be secret, but it was highly noticeable. The way she fawned, stormed away when his attention was on others. Particularly Xavier. He found that jealousy was never attractive on anyone. He sighed as she inquired about his hunger status, placing his fingers to his eyes. Were she in any other Coven, he would have long since snapped at her in a most cruel manner and sent her scurrying with her tail between her legs. But she was in Circe and despite how annoying her constant offerings were, she was still attempting to be kind. “Thank you. But no thank you. I am saving my appetite for tonight's party. I like to have a variety to choose from.” He did his best to refrain from feeding outside a select few students. Those whom he knew for sure could handle it. He knew without a doubt that the minute he so much as brushed his fangs against her supple flesh she would become more persistent than ever before. Normally, he had no qualms with sharing his bed with his students. He had started sleeping with Divinia when she was sixteen. But Sunday, he saw as a child. Not just because of the way that she appeared. But as well because of her mindset. He was no fool. He saw how she idolized Pippa and Divinia – He thought it was cute. And he didn't want that. He liked confidence and independence. A slight bit of sadism was nice too with a dash of masochism. Sunday would forever be a child in his eyes and he just didn't have the heart to tell her. Instead, he had his Unholy Trio on the mission of finding someone else to win her affections. It was then that Aurora Carrington walked through the door. Now there was another female that he enjoyed keeping company. Her mind was intriguing, to be honest. She both hated and loved her Coven which quite frankly confused him. He knew that she liked to see others in pain, yet she hated Divinia for being a bully. But at the same time she respected him. If anything, he found her complicated. “How may I help you today, Miss Carrington? Come for some extra credit?” He grinned in the dark slyly, resuming his usual flirtatious mannerisms.