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Carmon Whisp

"Don't talk to me!"

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a character in “Academy for the Supernatural”, originally authored by ShatteredWings22, as played by RolePlayGateway

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Age: 14

Race: Royal Fae

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Height: 5'5

Weight: 105




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Personality: Carmon is a very stubborn introvert. No one really knows her true personality. Most know almost nothing about her, but she is a very clever, brave, quiet Fae. Carmon doesn't like to talk very much, and tries to stay away from everyone. She is a very sensitive person, but keeps that side of her a secret. She sometimes talks to herself when she's completely alone, and loves small spaces. She's also a bit of a delinquent, and most would see her as an easy victim to bully.

Talents: Carmon is great at reading, and solving mysteries.

Likes: Water, ice, snow, winter.

Dislikes: Fire, vampires, demons.

Powers/Abilities: She can control water, ice, and snow. Carmon is not effected by water in any way. She can breath under water, see under water, and she can also create images in the water.

Flaws: Carmon sometimes talks to herself, and bites her nails/lip.

Romantic interest: None at the moment.




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History:Though a royal Fae, she was quickly departed from the castle when she was very young, because there were too many kids at the palace. She ended up being taken by a grouchy, elderly, rich couple.

They had never really cared for Carmon, avoided her all they could, sent her to boarding schools. Really only the maids and butlers were the people who took care of her. She had earned the trust of one maid, but when Carmon turned seven she died in a car crash. After that event, it caused her to be her lonely self. Now, she is just a easily irritable flawed Fae, who gets bullied a lot...

Other: Carmon wears girl uniform #2, because she hates looking girly, and wearing dresses in general---and uniform #2 is less girly. She also has a stutter when she speaks.

Clubs/Teams they're a part of: None at the moment

Thoughts and relationships to other characters:
WIP

So begins...

Carmon Whisp's Story

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Callista checked her phone excitedly, seeing that it was finally time to go. She was actually allowed back at school now. After the incident with that vampire, her father, King Byan, had pulled her out for her safety, but now she was being allowed to go back. Hearing a knock on her door, she looked up. "Come in!" The door opened and in walked her father in his medieval garb. He always had to dress like that to keep up appearances but Callista was usually allowed to wear what she wanted. She just favored skirts. Today she was dressed in a white halter top and tan miniskirt, her usual out of school outfit. She would put on her uniform when classes began but she felt no obligation to do so now.

"Are you sure you feel okay going back? You don't have to. You can wait another year." Her father asked her cautioningly. She smiled and shook her head. Her father had always been more endearing towards her, not simply because she was one of the oldest and most well-behaved, but because she was the only one who didn't have a mother. "No, I'm ready. Don't forget it was you who pulled me out in the first place." He frowned and shrugged. "I suppose. Well, you better gather your things. Krysta will be here in a moment to take you to the school." He got up then and kissed her head lovingly before exiting the room. Smiling and giving a little leap of glee, she picked up her suitcase and prepared to leave.

It was daytime and she wasn't in her best shape since she was the faerie of the moon, but she was still energized enough to actively engage in school. It was during the New Moon where she couldn't even function, as the vampire girl had discovered way back when. Callista shuddered and forced the memory from her mind. She would never forget, but she could move on.

Once she arrived at the school, she took in it's familiar setting and landscapes. Checking her schedule, she saw she was in room 109 with her other half-sister Carmon Whisp. She hadn't seen Carmon that morning, and she didn't really know her well, but she was happy to room with a family member. Looking around, she saw her half-brother, Tulio, sitting in the garden and she got an excited feeling in her chest. She hadn't seen him in six years and although he had terrorized her, they were still the same age and had grown up together.

"Tulio!" She called out with a wave. She ran over to him and quickly hugged him in her normally exuberant manner, although not as exuberant as she would be at night of course. "How have you been? Gosh, I haven't seen you in forever!" She hugged him again, eager to catch up with her long lost half brother.

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Carmon stares at the school, which her parents were forcing her to attend. With a small groan of irritation, she walks forward, dragging behind her a suitcase, which held her luggage. She already had planned out what she was going to do---what she did at every school she attended. Avoid everyone, at all costs. Bullied? Deal with it.
Carmon pulled out a wrinkled piece of paper out of her pocket, and grumbled to herself,
"R-Room 109. Looks like I'll be with one of my h-half-siblings, Callista..."
She headed towards the girls dormitory, still with a small frown on her face. Unlocking the door, she steps in, and spots two beds.
Carmon heads over to the one on the far side of the bedroom, and throws her luggage on to the bed.
"Brace yourself, Carmon, for another year of pain. Maybe if I weren't a f-freshman..."
She trails off, and plops down on the bed.

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Once Carmon had gotten settled in, she figured she would go and look around, perhaps make short cuts to classes, etc.
She hadn't put on her uniform, put who cares? It's not like it mattered. At the moment, at least. Instead, she was wearing a pair of dark blue jeans, and a plain white t-shirt. Her shoes were some worn out, black sneakers.
Carmon walked out to the garden, and looked around. She had spotted Callista pretty quick. She was talking to some boy, and Carmon couldn't help but have a bad feeling about her new roomie---She could hear her ramble on from a mile away.

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Character Portrait: Amon Lynch Character Portrait: Belial Lynch Character Portrait: Katherine Goldsworthy Character Portrait: Carmon Whisp
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He pictured a faceless vampire lying in a ditch, the man's neck hanging limply and Katherine standing with her grin spread, a cartoon backdrop completing his mental scene. A smile crossed his visage, and briefly Amon chuckled, his funny bone tickled by his mental silent film. Now, he wasn't bloodthirsty, killing wasn't so fun to him personally, but Katherine on the other hand, now she was interesting, and he could tell that her heart had the valves to sustain a sadist. "Summer was alright, I completed some more games, terrorized villagers, that's a game in itself." He mused, glancing over to his sister, who currently stared at him with quite resentment.

"Right...It was fine. I'm glad to hear your summer was good!" The girl gave in, defeated, and though he looked back to Katherine Amon wondered how much Belial knew about Katherine. He wouldn't be surprised if she could easily read between the lines, in fact, judging by the quirk in her lips it seemed like she did. "Oh?" The proposition of an event brought up his mood, and his expression displayed mischief, while his sister rubbed the back of her neck nervously. "You know just what to say to make things interesting, Katherine. I'm dying to have some fun." Exaggerating his words he stretched ins arms, and landed his hand on Belial's shoulder, pushing her away gently, the short girl stumbling with a pout. "Go do something, adults are talking." He stated, his voice monotone and humor dry. The girl was fine at organizing things, but after her hanging around all summer, he needed some air, and to plot chaos in peace. "So," Again Amon spoke, clapping his hands together as the purple haired girl walked away anxiously. "What kind of event did you have in mind, my Mistress of Evil?"


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Having no choice but to listen to her brother, Belial walked away from the student council president and vice president, but only after bowing apologetically to the other girl. As she made her way down the hall she occasionally sent them concerned glances, brain picking apart of what they may do. Already her brother was looking to assert his dominance over the student population, looking to see that his power remained in tact so he could do whatever he pleased, and groaning the young demon placed her face in her hands. This was going to be a living Hell, wasn't it? Well...not literally, she still missed Hell, very much so, but already could she sense all the work she was going to have to do to make sure that the both of them will be able to return to their home.

Twirling her hair she continued to make her way down the hall, humming to herself as she regained her confidence. No! She could do this! All she had to do was get through this year and then she can officially be back on her path of seizing the mortal world for herself! "It's just a matter of time~" In a sing song voice she cheered for herself, and in the middle of her reverie she found herself exiting the building and entering the garden area, and instantly she spotted a blue haired girl, who for some reason, appeared upset. Blinking in her confusion, Belial tilted her head, her lips pressed together as she tried to decide what had caused the stranger to wear such an expression, and soon she approached the girl. "Um..." Stopping beside her she spoke up, hoping the student was okay, and not injured, or insane. "Excuse me but...are you okay?"

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"Excuse me, but are you okay?"

Carmon heard a voice behind her. She whirled around, and spotted a violet haired girl, with an odd patch over her eye.
"I-I'm fine.."
She murmured, biting her lip a little. She didn't like to talk to anyone, period. It made her itch with nervousness. She just wanted to be known as the person who doesn't talk. Nothing more, nothing less. Then again, that never really worked out.

[OOC: Her hair is black 0.0]

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Character Portrait: Amon Lynch Character Portrait: Belial Lynch Character Portrait: Katherine Goldsworthy Character Portrait: Shiloh Night Character Portrait: Carmon Whisp Character Portrait: Mathew Rivers
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There seemed to be butterfly wings brushing against the hallow organ in her chest. The way the mystery girl murmured her words, how her teeth pressed into her bottom lip - she was completely, utterly, irrefutably adorable! Belial's eyelashes batted in a light daze, her mouth forming a small circle in comprehension. This school, was it actually a home to the adorable? Her fingers laced together, and she had to prevent herself from cooing, or insisting on petting the ravenette girl and insisting that they put on girly dresses and go out for cute bubble tea, just so she could fawn over how precious the shy girl was.

"Is that so?" Her voice was light, still mystified, but soon a smile grew, seeing this as a change to begin her duties as a member of the student council, and get to know her fellow students a bit better. "My name is Belial Lynch, it's nice to meet you." Conforming to the customs of the Japanese she bowed politely, speaking once more when her posture returned to being perfectly straight. "It's good you're doing okay, but if you're ever having a problem feel free to come to me. As a member of the student council, and your classmate, I'll be happy to help when I can!" She beamed, mentally wishing that soon she'll make a good name for herself, preferably as a savior to all those cute and adorable, but she supposed that could just be a bonus.

[ooc: May bad, her hair looked blue in her icon picture. :P]


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He was so very lucky that Katherine was the vice president, opposed to some boring, rule abiding suck up. As nice as it was to turn people into his personal servants with blackmail as a leverage it couldn't replace these moments where he could breath in anticipation, feel the agitation poking at his veins. "If I could make it happen I'd have the lot of them preform on stage for our amusement, and all that don't make the cut wold be stranded on a deserted island in a battle royale. Now that would be a celebration." His devious words were not from a wish for death, and the truth laced within them from his curiosity to psychological reactions, horror movie material, yet such an event would not be coming true in the near future, and he sighed languidly. What would he do with an empty school? Perhaps rot away from boredom - Oh, the humanity!

When a voice called out to him and his right hand woman he turned away, looking at Mathew and Shiloh with the most unimpressed expression without needing to try and coax his facial muscles into strict apathy. This was typical for the two, the happy-go-lucky Matt and the epitome of what was a Princess, Shiloh. He hadn't thought much of them prior to this year, but perhaps they would prove to be more than insipid. "Stop messing around." His command was blunt, eyebrows lowering before he brought Katherine back into his line of vision, mind snapping back to the thoughts of an upcoming festival.

"A party we can do quickly, a festival takes more time to plan, but the enjoyment we can get out of either...it's time to weight the scales." Amon rambled on, placing his hand over his chin in thought, pupils drifting off to the side as his mind ran off all the possibilities. "Do we go for a festival that serves human flesh baked into the pastries at the maid cafe or a party with the potential of humiliating those that think they can dismiss our authority?" He hummed after vocalizing his ideas, and as they continued to evolve in his mind the boy nodded his head, moving onto the next subject. "About that. There's something I wanted to tell you, but with all these assholes listening in," His head jerked to the side, glaring at werewolf students who were standing a bit too close them, both scurrying off after blubbering apologies, and slowly he looked to the vice president once again. "We should probably go someplace more private to talk about these matters."

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"And he sent me away because I was a pest and he didn't want to deal with me anymore. And you do know he's obligated to keep his half children right? That way it doesn't looks as if he's just banging them and dumping them. He has a n image to keep up. He was able to get rid of me because everyone saw me as a pest." At this statement Calli felt her anger starting to boil. "Now, hold on a minute! Father isn't OBLIGATED to keep his half children. He gave me a clear choice on who I would rather live with and I chose him because he at least gave a shit about me! He has been constantly kind a true father to me. You were gone for six years! You don't know ANYTHING about him or about the kind of man he is!" She paused quickly for a breath and looked at Tulio. How dare he call their father anything less than honorary. "When I got hurt he was always there for me! He stayed by my side and our sisters and brothers as well! When I got hurt last year he made sure it was absolutely safe for me and Carmon to come back and you know he wouldn't have sent you here if he didn't think it was safe. why do you think you're starting here as a senior instead of starting as a freshman like the rest of us, huh? Because he knew the school had upped it's safety requirements and it was made safe for us. If anything, he cared for you more because he's only sending you here now. How DARE you say such terrible things about him?" She knew she had just spoke about a thousand words a minute but she didn't care. She was angry. Her father had been great to her, and Tulio had no right to say such horrible things about him.

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"M-My name is Carmon. It's n-nice to meet you too..."
Carmon had replied, right after Belial had bowed.
"It's good you're doing okay, but if you're ever having a problem feel free to come to me. As a member of the student council, and your classmate, I'll be happy to help when I can!"
She had beamed at Carmon, which honestly made her a bit more comfortable to find someone who actually appreciated her company for once.
"A-alright."
As Carmon spoke with Belial, she still tended to bite her lip.

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This girl, Carmon, she was too much. It was too bad that supernatural creatures, aside from demons, didn't go to Hell. As far as she knew, they didn't go to heaven either. Was there an afterlife for the supernatural or did their existence upset the universe enough for them to merely stop existing upon their passing? Belial began rocking on her heals, and after a second of thoughtful momentum she snapped back in place. Oh well, that didn't matter, she didn't want cute girls to be in Hell to torture them, she just could help but thinking how wonderful it would be to have a collection of them to take back to Hell to coddle, like how some might take home adorable stray dogs.

"Great! Oh," Her eyes blinked and quickly she retrieved the phone from the pocket in her skirt, and when she flipped open the pastel purple model several childlike, girly phone charms swayed. "Lets exchange numbers." Belial suggested, her smiling returning naturally, not seeing anything wrong with such a request. After all, they were classmates and she was part of the student council. What if they needed to cram for a tough exam? What if Carmon ran into a gang of delinquent students? Or what if she wanted to go and get bubble tea but had no one to go with? The possibilities kept piling up, she needed to ensure that her plans and connections were stable at all costs!


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"Of course it's off-limits. Who do you think made it that way?" A certain glint of pride glowed in his eyes, but it was less because of success with manipulating the teachers to implement that rule than it was from blackmailing a witchy student to carve barrier wards into the room's wooden frame. No one besides students council members could walk in, literally, all others had to gain permission, not unlike how vampires needed to be invited into homes. Not only that, but supernatural creatures couldn't penetrate it with their senses, which meant no werewolf super hearing. He was really, incredibly, pleased with himself for that. "Lets go before I suffocate." Amon's voice returned to antipathy as his eyes ran over the crowd, and for whatever reason, his pupils stopped over some guy he felt like he should recognize, as if he had seen him and that long, silvery hair somewhere before.

Right, the school files, a special needs student, because he had gotten the short end of the stick and ended up with eyes that couldn't work. For a fleeting moment one of the corners of his mouth raised. Funny how a warlock couldn't fix his own eyes, but the amusement remained transient, was gone in a moment as the student practically disappeared from his perception of those that existed. Amon jerked his head to the side to gesture to the nearest staircase, and he walked through the halls with his eyes narrowed at those that thought they could get away with anything because it was their first day back. Honestly, who did they think he was? An empty representative? Please, he'll show them what it means to live underneath the same roof as him.

It didn't take long for them to make it to the top floor, and although there was an enchantment he still used a key, unlocking the door and sauntering into the large, lavish student council room he had built up over the years. The sun was permanently blocked out by the windows touched by the same spell caster, not a drop of natural light falling into the room. The glass remained transparent on their side, clearer than purified water and allowing them to watch over the students below, but from the other end they saw nothing, as if the windows had been heavily oxidized. The lighting was usually provided by lit candles, since he loved intimidating people, or just working in their glow, but today he turned on the overhead light, heading straight to a wall covered in bookshelves.

At one point the expansive room was reserved for important meetings of the school board, but now it belonged to them, and he decorated it in elegant furniture; couches in crimsons and whites, curtains of the same color scheme, translucent glass tables, mahogany desks, marble floor, crystal chandeliers, art dating back to the renascence. It was a tiny palace in the theme of blood splattered innocence, its light haunting, and the only thing that disrupted the pattern was a large collection of video games and movies beside the thin, wide television, but for his entertainment he was willing to make a few sacrifices.

Amon pulled out a box from the bottom of one of the dark shelves, the wood having carvings of mythology into the edges; hydras devouring humans, sacrifices and Archaic Latin - which he could still read and speak with ease. Dead language, humans were adorable. "This," He retrieved a roll of blue paper from the case, traveled over to the largest desk, his own, and spread it out, using a human skull he named Fernando as a paper weight.

"Is a blueprint of what's underneath the school. As if this place wasn't huge enough, it has a Goddamn labyrinth underneath here. Hell, I'm nearly convinced that some shady sacrificial ritual stuff went down here back in the day, but really, I didn't care enough to find out." His explanation of the picture of small, winding white lines ended in a shrug, they could have been eating the hearts of newborn pigs for all he cared. "But this, we're going to use this." Amon declared this, his voice caught up in the thoughts of the future spectacle, of students running around confused. You know, it would be the perfect place - "For a party."

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Belial suddenly pulled something out of her pocket.
"Lets exchange numbers!"
It was a phone.
"Err, O-okay."
Carmon made a small smirk, then realized her phone was back at the Dorm.
"I-I'll be right back, I left m-my phone in my room."
Carmon rushed off to room 109, and quickly snatched her phone from the edge of the bed. While she was getting the phone, she noticed that Callista had made a trip to the room. Carmon went back to Belial in almost a sprint, and met her with the very words,
"I g-got it."

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A theme, now that wasn't something he had pinned down quite yet. "Lets think. It's the beginning of the school year, people are nervous, excited, whatever else, and most of them want to gain recognition - even those that are quiet and hide themselves behind books." Amon's opinion was more or less, indifferent, and he drummed his fingers on the desk, the ideas beginning to materialize in his mind. "Groups of friends have yet to be made - so how about a masquerade?" He proposed, half amused by his unintentional rhyming, and how it was made with venom beginning to sink through his tone. Of course, it wouldn't be as simple as just a plain masquerade, and it certainly wasn't a benevolent gesture to encourage students to mingle with those that they didn't know. He could care less about their happiness, it was his own enjoyment that he cared about. This was his senior year, and it was the last chance for Katherine and himself to turn the school into their own personal jungle gym, therefore he would not allow it to go to waste.

This was the time for him to grin like a mad man, and he wouldn't show mercy or sensibility when the holidays came around either. "Why not make a game out of it? A murder mystery. A who-done-it. A finger pointing, rage inducing, widespread betrayal of real-life Clue. Trademark." His tangent ended with chuckles falling off his lips, fantasizing about their arguments already. "See, there are plenty of corridors here, hidden rooms...in other words, where people can get lost, or find themselves alone, better yet, alone with another. Oh course, I'm not insinuating real murder, I do hate funerals. Bad food and boring service, where's the fun in that?" With a sigh the president crossed his arms, his pupils snapping back to Katherine, examining her expression.

"We could make it happen tonight, there are people that owe me some...favors. And it's simple, really." Amon let his gaze fall as he rummaged through one of the drawers of the desk, and soon he was pulling out a dagger. "Enchanted weapons. They don't actually kill or injure the person, they just make them fall unconscious for awhile, as well as temporary blocking their memories of who attacked them." He set the curved blade down on the desk, the metal holding its own shine, a slight illumination that would make it glow even in complete darkness. "We'll have them hidden, and the kicker is if someone 'murders' another without getting caught by the end of the night, they'll be rewarded. But if they're caught, they'll be punished. It's classic risk and reward, and it's too tempting to pass up." The ends of his lips twitched, a smirk appearing on his visage as his heart picked up speed, it'd be better than television. "And the rule to ensure our midnight show : Nobody can leave until after someone dies."

It was time for the dam to break, and insidious snickers touched the walls of the room, vibrating off the floor and Katherine's high heeled shoes. "It's all a game!" His enthusiasm reached new levels, and his hands slammed down on the desk, his fingers curling over the wood. "Oh, but it will be brilliant, I do love seeing people lose their ability to trust. It's funny." Amon's mirth faded, but it remained in his grin born from picturing the strife ahead of him. The boy tilted his head, and again, studied Katherine's facial expression, searching for something, he just didn't know what yet. "Don't you agree?"


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It was almost bewildering, the girl who displayed anxiety now was smirking. Perhaps she was finding her footing now that she had spoken to somebody? Belial nodded, watching as the girl ran off, vaguely wondering what the girl may look like when she was dressed in the school uniform. She tugged at the small grouping of hair she tied up with a white ribbon, twirling it for a second as the thought remained, her face turning red and stomach feeling nearly giddy. Oh, how would she survive? The uniforms were too adorable, and when everyone was dressed in them...Belial had to shake her head to banish the thought. She couldn't be raising her blood pressure like this, the cute was too much for her!

It didn't take long for Carmon to return, doing so in a perplexing haste - she even sounded as if she was out of breath! Regardless, Belial smiled and pulled up the contacts selection on her phone, not sure of she should feel guilty or successful to get the girl to suddenly become so lively, but in the end it was sympathy that won. Why did Carmon strain herself? "Here, go ahead and add your number." She kept her voice jovial and passed the taller girl her phone, and she held out her other hand, expecting her to return the gesture in the same way. "So, what year are you in?" With curiosity getting the best of her the question was interjected into the conversation when she saw the opportunity for it, her eyes blinking with innocence. She already had her suspicions, but she would hold her tongue and wait for an answer, it was the smart thing to do after all.

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"Here, go ahead and add your number."
Belial handed Caron her phone, and she did the same, and added her number to Belial's phone.
She handed her back her phone, as she asked,
"So, what year are you in?"
Carmon replied with a small frown.
"Freshman. Can't w-wait to get this year over w-with,"
She held her hand to her head, and made a small sigh.

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“What is it going to take to some sleep around here!” Sam wailed, rolling over onto her stomach and clamping her hands over her ears. With an annoyed hiss, she sat up and hopped off of the bed. She looked down at her school uniform and scowled. She loathed the fact that she had to wear a skirt. Under her skirt she was wearing a pair of white shorts. You couldn’t see them, so she hoped that no one would notice. Sam wasn’t sure why she didn’t want anyone to notice… hopefully this was allowed. She has never been to a school where she had to wear a uniform. Plus, her body was so small that she had to buy from the sizes from the year younger than her, and it was still rather baggy. This was very aggravating in many ways.

“Fresh air will do me good anyways…” Sam muttered under her breath as she snatched her iPod from her dresser. Turning the door knob, she peeked out; making sure that the hallway was empty. Glad that it now was, she made sure her dorm key was in her pocket, and then left the dreary, empty room, closing the door behind her.

Sam walked down the hall briskly, while putting her ear buds into her ears. She scrolled through all of her songs, not sure what to listen to. Sam walked out of the building and entered the garden. She wasn’t exactly paying attention to where she was going, which was rather stupid of her. Being preoccupied, she bumped into a guy who seemed to be much taller than her, which wasn’t an oddity. The guy whipped around to face her with a very annoyed expression.

“Watch it freshman!” He snapped. Sam’s nose twitched, catching a large whiff of body spray and vampire.

What he said immediately ticked her off because she was not a freshman. Everyone had a kick out of judging her by her height. “I’m not a freshman!” She hissed through clenched teeth. People stopped and stared at their little scene.

“Are you sure? I mean, just look at you!” He snickered rather coldly, and his buddies behind him joined in. Sam felt no embarrassment in what was happening. Just anger. Her fists balled up as her red eyes locked with his. He stopped laughing and swallowed, and decided to bring his attention elsewhere. “Whacha got there Shorty?” He said snatching Sam’s iPod out of her hands. “Ohhh cool! Little kids shouldn’t be playing with such expensive toys! How about I keep it for you?” He snickered again. Sam’s entire body tensed. Her eyes darted around, settling on each of this annoying guy’s buddies. Then back on him. In half a second, Sam crouched down and swept her leg underneath the bully, making him fall backwards onto his back. While he was stunned, trying to gasp for air, Sam darted forwards and took back her music player. She stood up straight, gave the group a mock solute, turned on one foot and sprinted off. She gained speed, her feet thumping against the ground. Sam released an annoyed snarl when she heard them giving chase. It feels like an inverted version of cat an mouse… Sam smiled to herself.

“Excuse me!” Sam yelled as she ran in between two dark haired girls. They both seemed to be playing with their phones. Not too soon after, five guys, her pursuers, ran by them as well. Sam took a sharp turn and ran back into the building hoping to lose them in the halls.


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Of course it was a wonderful idea, his brain was practically blessed with the Midas touch. He didn't solve the Water Temple level on pure luck, he had something called creativity and genius. What? Did people think he scored aces on exams and tests without straining himself because he had to cheat? Yeah right, that wasn't worth the effort. Then again, demons were on a whole different level, one couldn't just expect other creatures to rival those that mastered trickery and rhetoric upon their first birth. For a moment he considered this, eyes traveling upwards to the ceiling, engrossed with his thoughts. How did they even live? Really, it must be terrible. Wait a second, what were they doing again?

Oh right, tormenting students! With his attention again focusing on causing some beginning-of-the-school-year-chaos Amon looked towards Katherine, nodding his head to approve of her suggestions. She was one of the more intelligent examples, it probably helped that she didn't have her mind set on bringing world peace and all that vapid bullshit. "The headmaster? Why are you mentioning that old geezer?" He asked, confused, but the thought was deemed too boring to hold onto, and his amber colored eyes darted to the side, imagining their current plan in action, and soon a smile grew. "I like it though. The killer will be easy to find, we'll just threaten them, and if they loose, it'll be them to act as our personal butler, or maid. I like to keep my options open." Really, whatever would get underneath their skin the most is what would be implemented, maybe he should see to it that they'll loose.

"But say the killer wins, then we don't get to punish anyone. So if the mystery is never solved, we'll make it Hell week." Pun intended. "Maybe I'll sign everyone up for gym classes and volunteer hours. Help out the school, clean my pool, run a few miles, it'll be nice, sort of like vacation but with miserable teenagers." Amon hummed, twirling the dagger in his hand, their tears could be their ambrosia. "Either way, it's win-win for us." When was it not? The dark haired boy's expression only budged through a twitch in his eyebrows, starting to grow bored with just talking about it. Now he needed some action, and he reached forward with his other hand, grabbing Katherine's wrist and pulling it towards him, placing the dagger in her palm. "So why don't you find our serial killer and I'll gather my connections and get the masquerade set up? Don't worry about advertisements, I'll have Belial work on that." He held onto her for a moment, their eyes meeting with his jaw tense from the excitement, and when he released her he smirked, stepping to the side soon after. Well, it was time to get to work. Really, the students should be thanking them, otherwise they'd live humdrum lives in a boring slice-of-life anime, talk about lame.



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Quickly Belial entered her number and name into Carmon's contacts, and a light ring rang inside her head, as if she had just received an achievement award. She had just made a friend! Or at least, gained an acquaintance, either way it began on good terms, plus the girl was cute, and that's all that mattered. Maintaining a good, positive presence among peers was always beneficial, it's what made warriors conquerors after all. You can't get anywhere without followers, supporters and allies. She passed the phone back and looked over the new address in her phone, and with a tiny smile the phone returned to the safety of her pocket, but the lift in her lips didn't last long, not when she spotted Carmon's obvious dismay.

"Hey, don't worry!" Tentatively she reached forward, placing her hand on the young woman's shoulder in a way that was meant to be comforting, but not over stepping her boundaries and Belial soon returned her hand to her side. "I'm a freshmen too, we'll be able to get through it together!" She insisted, curling her hands into determined fists, and that's when a voice broke her thoughts with a flash of red passing through her vision. Why so much red? Stunned, Belial's head swiveled over to where the mass ran off to, and deduced that the flash was actually a very petite girl with lengthy, crimson hair, and while at first she felt as if the stranger was at fault, five older boys then pushed passed her and Carmon as well, running after the girl.

Bullies, a group of brutes were targeting a cute girl! It made something snap inside her, and anger flowed, her veins beginning to flood with the wrath of the demon she was, and she would have to praise herself later for being able to turn towards Carmon with a straight face, maintaining enough control to seem normal. "Well, it looks like I'll have to take care of that. I'll talk to you later, Carmon-chan!" With a forced smile she bowed quickly, and then darted off to where the group had ran, her legs burning as her heartbeat accelerated, pounding with rage directed at the five males. Oh how dare they! Not in this school would they terrorize this poor girl - oh, how she would love to wring their necks...

It was her brash haste that led her to nearly run into two male students, one with silver hair, and the air practically escaped from her lugs as her shoes skidded across the tile floor, creating a harsh screech in her ears. She stumbled to the side, nearly falling to the ground, but she found her equilibrium or at least, part of it to prevent such an embarrassing disaster. "I'm so, so sorry!" She apologized quickly, breathlessly. Although she would usually say more, right now she had a job to do, and she ran off down the hall, her toes hardly making a sound against the floor, moving with ease and practice, as if she practically ran on top of air. "Stop!" Belial shouted the command, and her voice had changed it's pitch, even its nature. It was lower, harsher, and it caused some of the boys to look back, startled that the anger had some from her tiny frame. She needed to catch up with them now, and she had to try and do so without having to display her showy ability to the world. Was school life always like this?!

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Belial took off, leaving Carmon standing still. She hoped Belial would talk to her again, as she figured she might as well head back to the Dormitory. Once entering room 109, once more, she took a long stare at the place.
"Hmm."
Carmon figured she might as well put on the uniform now, she already noticed others in theirs. She had picked out uniform #2, because she didn't really like dresses in the first place. The bow wasn't going to help make Carmon any more comfortable then she already would be.
Carmon strapped her black hair up in a high pony tail, leaving two pieces of hair out on the side. She liked this look, because the two dangling bangs made her feel so she was at least in a slightly smaller room, and maybe even with darker lighting, while her whole face wasn't covered, making her look...awkward. She unpacked her things, then figured she might as well explore while she could, at least without dropping books every time the bell rang.

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Carmon groaned.

A party? Masquerade? Mandatory?!

She didn't like the sound of those words. She bit her lip to the point of bleeding.

Maybe I don't have to talk. No, no, someone is bound to try to talk to me. Don't respond? Eh, that would probably end in a fight. Perhaps I should stay in a corner the whole time? Mph. Not the greatest idea.

Carmon shook her head, and figured she might as well go get something to eat, as she trotted off in a random direction, with small hopes of finding somewhere to eat. She paused, thinking about how there would be food at the ball---but that wasn't until tonight. Carmon continued to walk.

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Carmon spotted a cafe. She walked over and ordered a cup of ice water, and some fries. She sat down at a lone table and started to eat her french fries. Carmon glanced at a nearby table. It looked as if a fight had just occurred, from what she saw. There was a Fae, who happened to be coughing up blood, a werewolf, Callista, and a short demon who reminded her of Belial.
"W-what the???"
She murmured. Carmon was about to go over, but she quickly stopped herself.

Should I go over? I'm not much of a help...I'd rather be alone. But, no...Screw yourself Carmon, you're going to make some fucking friends for once.

She made herself slowly walk over.

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When Sam asked Katherine about the state of her uniform she focused her attention on what was said, frowning when it was revealed to be the consequence of a 'scuffle'. They were already fighting? Well...she had just seen and mentally praised Sam for the small incidence just now, perhaps it was for good reason. Calming down a bit she stayed off to the side, and then her anxiety rose, her fingers poking at one another when Katherine suggested her and Sam talk somewhere more private. What was so important? Why was it a secret?

Soon Katherine was addressing her again, and since the vice president was her superior, she had no choice but to follow her instructions and agree. "Ah, yes! Take your time, Katherine-senpai." Belial bowed quickly, rising just in time to catch Sam's eyes and words, and she smiled, nodding to confirm that they'll see one another later before the red head turned and left. Still, when their back were turned she watched them walk off with her lips in a pout, a sigh soon escaped from her lungs. This wasn't good...she had to find out what was going on and quick, before anything bad happened.


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The boy was prepared, but it wasn't enough to completely block his attack, but instead of simply hearing his lungs fold he got a face full of dust instead. Seriously, what the Hell? With his eyes snapping shut Amon followed his instinct, the muscle memory guiding him as he tumbled to the floor, rolling and then throwing himself back up onto his feet, face still covered with...with whatever that was! Feeling repulsed he quickly wiped the coating off of his face with both hands, brow twitching when he saw his palms covered in brightly colored specks, and his face jerked to the window, looking at himself, his appearance rivaling some stupid glitter covered parade float. What. He was about to glower when the man's chuckling took his attention, and he looked to the taller male with his facial language contracting with perpetual loathing.

This guy didn't make any sense. Amon's eyebrows rose as he saw blood fall from the kid's mouth - it looks like he hit him harder than he had originally meant to - but now that he looked like a fucking Polly Pocket, he wasn't feeling much regret, even though he hated seeing blood being wasted. It had better uses, as a beverage. He was about to bark some sort of insult, and then the guy stated how he was the son of Lucifer, and his eyes blinked in shock. That wasn't supposed to be common knowledge; wasn't this guy supposed to be new? "How did you..." His voice faded away and he shook his head, considering the guy might be just stereotyping him, which only caused another flash of annoyance, and confusion as he continued to speak. Was he seriously happy about this? "I'm older than you, fuckface. There will be no fighting between us, it'll be punishment each time." He stated, voice cold, vaguely wondering when this guy will stop being a complete nuisance and start being amusing.

Keeping his glare he watched as the girl took the guy, again, not acknowledging her existence when she spoke. He stood with his arms crossed, waiting for the two to be done, and when he heard footsteps approaching them he turned his head, and sneered at the girl approaching the group. Great, now people were gathering. He really needed to teach them to keep their distance. Amon looked back to the group, this time actually listening to what the girl said, and he rose a single eyebrow at her. "Quiet, this has nothing to do with you, gnat." His voice when addressing her was monotone, bored with her existence, and he looked back to the crazy guy, stepping forward until he could reach out, grab onto the front of his shirt, and yank on it.

"Because you have a big mouth, I'm going to teach you something called respecting your superiors." This wasn't up for debate, it was a command, and he let go the man's shirt, folding his arms over his chest again. "So unless you want to be scrubbing dishes for the rest of the month you're going to come with me." He jerked his head to the side, gesturing to the exit of the cafe, and peremptorily he turned away, walking towards the door and expecting the man to follow. "Hurry up!" Amon called, again, practically growling, and he turned, arms crossed, and waited in front of the door.

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Maxis shrugs at the commanding demonic half-pint, he turns to call to him "Oi, one moment!" He then turns to Callista and smiles at her "Well, this guy is threatenin' me with work, an' I prefer not ta touch what other people 'ave been eaten off of... Sorry this little get-ta-gether didn't end quite well, thanks fer fixin' me up an' all that. Stay well, ok?" He then stands back up, and calls to Amon; "Ok princess! Yer knight-in-shinin' armor is comin'!" He laughs and makes his way to the door, a bright smile on his face and a walk that could not be any more flamboyant, he is thriving on the attention and laughter the surround students are providing.

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"Quiet, this has nothing to do with you, gnat."
Carmon looked at him with a pissed face. She wanted to fight back, but it wasn't worth it. She already had seen what he had done to the half-ling, and she did not want to end up like that. Carmon muttered some curses under her breath, and waited until the Fae and the Demon had left, before slowly approaching Callista and her friend.
"Ummm...I-is everything okay?"
She asked, fighting the urge to run away.

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Blu was itching to tell this short-haired boy every damn insult that ran through her mind, but it would only cause more conflict. She was beyond pissed off. How the hell do you walk up to a group of people, threaten a person in the group, and kick the same person in chest. The demon was practically begging to be insulted. Maxis coughed up a weird dust, blood following after it. Blu stood from her seat as Callista went to aid and heal Maxis.

Maxis suggested that she get Callista some water. "Don't worry Maxis, she'll be alright. Just let her catch her breath." She said smiling at him and putting a hand on Callista's shoulder.

Blu growled lowly as Amon called Callista a gnat. Oh how she wished she could've tornado kicked the fuck out of the demon. Her eyes narrowed as Amon grabbed onto the front of Maxis' shirt, threatening the taller boy yet again. She scoffed as he let go of Maxis' shirt and walked off. She frowned as Maxis got up. "See you." She said. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out a large needle and threw it in Amon's direction, purposely missing him as the needle pierced the spot next to Amon's head.

"Oh my, my fingers must have slipped." Blu called out mockingly.

Suddenly, a feminine voice asked if everything was okay. Blu turned to the voice and saw that it was a younger looking girl, no doubt a freshmen.

"Um, I guess." The golden-eyed girl answered awkwardly.

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"Ummm, t-that is good news. Err, H-hi Callista..."
Carmon mumbled, making a very short, anxious wave. She shifted her feet, and gave a small, unintended nervous chuckle.

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Oh my...what would he say after that? God? That didn't sound right. He squeezed the bridge of his nose, realizing how annoying these people were. Fae, fae, fae, just because they have wings apparently they believe they can fly away from Hellfire. Or in his case, in this form, the dead, but whatever. He glanced to the needle imbedded into the wall, rolling his eyes and grabbing it, turning his head to the werewolf girl. "Blu Moon, damaging school property?" He questioned, eyebrows raised. "I hope you'll enjoy your detention tomorrow." Scoffing he flicked the needle into the trash. The party better make him laugh, although his blood was still hot it was no longer boiling. Honestly, he couldn't remember the last time someone made him this mad.

What was full blown rage like again? Amon sent another glare towards the male, who thanks to the girls, was know known to be named Maxis. Rage...it must feel similar to whenever that sub-species trivialized him. Maybe he should kill him, just to turn him into a puppet. Again the blue haired Calli-whatever girl was speaking to him but he muted her voice, ignoring her in favor of groaning when she grabbed onto Maxis. "Do all of you want to punished? Because it can be arranged. We'll make it one big discipline party, the party hats will be made out of hot iron." He threatened, rolling his eyes, and continued to wait for them to stop wasting time, when someone else approached him, and he snapped his head in their direction, glowering as fire within him burned again.

Oh, it was just Katherine. He inhaled deeply, allowing himself to calm down. Why was he letting himself get so worked up? So what if some trash insulted him? He had the power, he could punish them in any way he saw fit, the words of peasant didn't matter, he needed to go back to his usual self instead of letting this continue, or he would explode, almost literally. "You know how they are. Annoying pests, they never know what they're saying." He replied, and with her now in his presence, he felt himself becoming increasingly amused, looking at them as stupid, mindless mice, like usual. "Hey," Amon paused, looking at the state of her uniform.

"It's a good look on you." It didn't take a genius to figure out she had been in a fight, and he smirked despite being disappointed that he missed it, it would have been fun to watch, and he jerked his head back towards Maxis, lazily glaring as he approached him and Katherine. "Finally!" He spoke in a single, exasperated word before pushing the door opening, walking out. "This is some punk. Punk, this is Katherine Goldsworthy. Since you'll never be on her level, don't look her in the eyes." He commanded, leading them through the campus and towards the underground labyrinth. "He's being punished and going to help the rest of the morons with setting up the Masquerade and then some." Amon explained, voice approaching monotony once again, his arms shoved into his pockets as they continued on.

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Calli sighs and nods as well, knowing she's being silly. "Good luck." She whispers, watching him bound towards danger. Blinking, she finally realizes that Carmon has joined them. "Oh, hey, Carmon." Calli swayed and plopped back down in her seat. "Blu, this is my half-sister Carmon. Carmon, this is my best friend Blu." She really didn't know what else to say. She was exhausted and worried about Maxis at the same time.

"So. Let's catch up, shall we?" Calli smiled at her sister and best friend, taking a swig of some water that had mysteriously appeared. She probably ordered it without remembering. Go figure. "Two questions. How are you liking the school so far, Car? And, what did I miss while I was gone Blu?"

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Carmon was beyond mad. She had been here for less than a minute, and this guy had already thrown so many insults in their direction. Sure, not all of them were towards her, but so what?
Friends help each other, right!...right?
Carmon was about to say something, right before he had walked away. She figured they might as well have a, private, conversation.
She snapped her head in Callista's direction, as soon as she noticed her start to speak.
"So. Lets catch up, shall we?"
Callista took a sip of the water that Carmon had brought over. A small frown appeared on her face, but she quickly wiped it away. She was looking forward to drinking it...Oh, well.
"Two questions. How are you liking the school so far, Car? And, what did I miss while I was gone Blu?"
Carmon thought...
"It's b-been...Livable. Who is that guy, a-anyways?"
She responded, shifting her feet.