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Katherine Goldsworthy

"I've always been and outcast, a freak but I'd rather be that than considered like the cruel sociopaths that make up our society and deem people like me freaks."

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

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Age: 16 "I may be young but I'm a lot more powerful than you may understand."

Race: Royal vampire

Sexuality: Heterosexual "Don't care about your sexuality so long as you don't give me wa reason to hurt you."

Height: 5'3 "Mention my height and the next thing you'll see is the back of an ambulance."

Weight: 108 lbs "Tha't a bit evasive."




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Personality: "What you're expecting some sweet little girl with a heart of gold that's kind to everyone? That's just pathetic."

|Masochistic|Seemingly sadistic|Manipulative|Secretive|Dark|

Katherine to others who do not know her on a very personal level may seem sadistic due to her inflicitng pain on others whenever she deems fit. Those who do or did know her on a more personal level would probably describe her as a manipulative bitch.Really she has a thing for her own pain though she doesn't really allow others to inflict pain on her she finds a way to do it herself. Katherine is a dark girl at times dwelling on things many would feel abnormal like self-harm but she talks about it freely and nonchalantly. She can seem calm even maybe happy in certain situations but don't let that fool you she can become dangerous at any moment and still not show anger. She has a thing of quoting Edgar Allen Poe but not often. Her outer appearance is contradictory to her personality but things about her past are completely off limits to anyone. Katherine doesn't keep many friends and those who consider her as a friend even know not to dare ever ask about her past or try to pick a fight with her because they know if they were to do either of those they'd probably be picking up their teeth with broken fingers while she simply walked away.

Katherine usually has an inviting air to her but really when she meets someone she (7 times out of 10) she's the complete opposite and if she gets the chance she won't hesitate to hurt you or manipulate you if it benefits her. Katherine is inexperienced in romance and tends to believe love does not exist but in reality she isn't even that fond of the word. If someone were to actually love her she would probably brush it off, not to be cruel, but because she wouldn't know what to do. She's unfamiliar with feeling love for anyone as she never has. Along with that the word sorry isn't something in her vocabulary. Never has she said it because she sees no reason for it as she won't ever show if she's feeling regret so the person would probably think it was an insincere apology so she thinks why should she bother? Katherine is the way she is now because of past events in her life that made her become this way. She didn't wake up one day and just decide to be the way she is it's something that had built up over time. She has learned to built up a wall over her heart to make sure no one ever got in. In reality she doesn't even know what it would be like to be the opposite of herself. She looks out for herself as she knows others do as well.

Talents:
Singing
Inflicting pain (be it mentally or physically.)
Creating music

Likes:
"That's a bit personal don't you think?"
Getting (useful) information
Keeping people away from the truth about her.
Reading
Listening to music
Singing
Writing lyrics
Composing songs
Being five steps ahead of people
Drinking
Surprising people (Not really in a good way.)

Dislikes:
"Seems you want to know more huh?"
People trying to pry
Smoking
Uselessness
When people try to get too close
Drugs
Wooden stakes

Powers/Abilities:
Pain Illusion- The ability to create a false feeling of pain on others. Sub-power of Illusion Manipulation and Pain Manipulation. Pain illusion is the ability to trick a individual's mind into thinking they are in excrutiating pain. Though it has no physical affect on the body. She can also make a person feel fine when they really the opposite.

Limitations: if used too much she is prone to headaches, or collapsing. She is unable to use the ability on herself to inflict or take away pain.
  • Can make a enemy faint with the pain.
  • Used as a form of torture.
  • Can drive a person insane with the pain


Telekinesis- The power to manipulate objects with the mind.

Limitations: If she utilizes it too much at a time or lifts too many extremly heavy objects she's prone to nosebleeds, collapsing, and/or black-outs.

Mind compulsion- With all vampires come this ability. It allows the user to control another person's mind by making eye contact, somewhat astral project into their dreams and overall erase the victim's memories or even alter them to the point where something is completely different about them. Compelled beings usually follow the instructions given to them by the vampire who compelled them to the best of their ability. Needless to say, this ability plays a vital role in keeping the existence of Vampires (and by extension, other supernatural races) hidden. Katherine is able to use this on noble and regular. turned vampires.

Limitations: She requires complete eye contact. Transitioning: After a human turns into a vampire, the compulsion wears off and the human begins to remember everything that was erased from their minds.

Flaws:
"Sigh.. you just don't know when to quit."
Inable to trust
Her fear of falling in love with anyone
Her past
She's actually secretly suicidal
Her habit of self-harm

Romantic interest: "Is that some joke?"
TBA




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History: Katherine was born to vampire royals Queen Victoria and King James. She was unexpected, unplanned for, and unloved. Her mother used her as her personal ash tray while her father used her as a punching and blood-bag. Her mother on several occasions expressed her burning hatred for Katherine as did her father. Their actions proved this as well. She'd be beaten and punished for so much as making eye contact with either of her parents. Punishments would range from kneeling on hard raw rice for hours at a time, depriving of her of any human contact or necessities to live to her father dragging her down to the basement and beating her to a pulp or him tying her down and burning, and/or hitting her.

Victoria was no better. Her mother would show up when she was tied up and burn cigarettes into her. Due to such abuse those who knew about it were to keep quiet about it for fear of being killed by the royal family or being having their loved ones killed. For years all she knew was the pain her parents inflicted and their actions so she picked up on it. She was hardened from her ordeal and therefore changed from being the sweet, innocent, abused girl to a manipulative seemingly cold-hearted girl with tendancies to bend others to her will by either using mental torture or mind compulsion. It was one day where she had fought back as her mother was too weak to stop her but her father hated how weak his wife was and therefore killed her while Katherine had been forced to watch before he, himself commited suicide in front of her once again traumatizing the twelve0year-old girl. She soon got herself free and was the last remaining member of her family. As of right now she has not objectives of obtaining the throne as it serves no use for her. In SA no one knows of her true lineage but she doesn't want others finding out as she knows that if they make a move to try and harm her (as some might actually attempt to) in any way it could start an all out war and that would be troublesome for all of the races.

Other: Katherine has recently begun contemplating what it would be like to actually love someone or have someone love her.

Clubs/Teams they're a part of:
Music club
Student Council

Thoughts and relationships to other characters: TBA

So begins...

Katherine Goldsworthy's Story

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Katherine looked up to the large school and felt a smirk tug at her mouth. She was anticipating another school year there. At the end of the last one she ended up being the school vice president and made a friend name Belial Lynch. She made it through the school year without issue or without anyone discovering her true lineage. Right now she was happy about the situation. She had just been dopped off by a taxi after a long ride from her home. Now here she was carrying her luggage to he room. "106." she stated and remembered the letter she had receieved a few weeks earlier about her roomate situation and she only knew one of them but that was okay as she was good at making good first impression.

She unlocked the door and walked in taking one of the big single beds and sighed. Katherine decided to unpack her stuff later and left her luggage on her bed. She stood up again and left her room, making sure to close and lock the door before heading outside the dormitory. Katherine started walking around unsure of where she was goung but she didn't care. Katherine ignored the looks of disdain from those students who knew she was a vampire as i was normal. Most of the students she knew hated her race but again she didn't care as she saw it pathetic. If they had issues with one vampire common sense would be to hate that one vampire not hate all vampires as it wasn't all of them that did wrong to you. Then there were those who hated vampires without an appearant reason and Katherine found it idiotic as really they weren't the scariest of the races. Katherine thought that maybe those who were literally the spawn of Satan would be hated more than vampires.

Katherine giggled lightly at the thought and continued walking. In her lifetime many have hated her most of the time without reason when she was younger while when she got older and grew into the cold-hearted, possibly sociopathic, bitch she is today and really she didn't care. Katherine doesn't love anyone and looks out for herself and herself only and that's just how she is and someone has yet to change that and she doubted anyone would care enough to as if they served no purpose or were useless to her she wouldn't hesistate to mentally torture them as they would probably annoy the hell out of her. No one gets close to Katherine as she refuses to let them. It would possibly "soften" her and she couldn't allow that. Even so she was not a bully. She doesn't pick on the weak or harm the weaker without reason but rather those who feel as if they can overpower her or those who wish to pick a fight with her or simply those who she knows are strong or arrogant and she chooses to hurt them like they hurt others. That's what made her different from bullies as those worthless beings are weak themselves for picking on those who are smaller or weaker than them.

That's just how Katherine is and that's what she was guessing what made her sort of friends with Amon Lynch as in some ways they're similar. She didn't hate him but she doesn't love him as she doesn't think she's unable to love anyone as she says. She continued walking choosing to push those thoughts from her mind and figure out where she wanted to go.

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Character Portrait: Amon Lynch Character Portrait: Belial Lynch Character Portrait: Katherine Goldsworthy
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There was a giant eyesore in the middle of the sky, it was probably called something stupid like the sun, but honestly Amon currently didn’t care for formalities, right now it was ‘that stupid big ball of fire that was glaring through my window’. Groaning with exasperation the short boy reached forward and tugged the curtains over the dormitory window, and the metal beam supporting the navy material shook from the force. Why was this happening? His eyes were similar to felines, and they narrowed in his enmity, silent rage practically radiating off of him. Stupid, it was all so stupid, how could they put him in a dorm room with other students? Three years and he had never had this problem; this was supposed to be his final year dealing with these imbeciles, why if one more thing went wrong –

“Onii-sama!”

He practically heard something bursting in his head. “Yes, Belial?” The young demon turned his head to catch sight of his sister, of that silly eye patch covering her right eye, dressed in that frilly red and white uniform. Her hands unconsciously played with the hem of her skirt, and as her eye looked around the room he walked forward, slapping her hands away before some pervert came around. “Ow!” The girl frowned, and without remorse the prince pushed past her, out of his dorm and into the hall, his sister trailing after him. “Aren’t you going to unpack your things?” Her questions were annoying, and he shook his head, figuring he could get someone else to do that for him later, and continued down the corridor.

It was bad enough when she showed up at the end of the year, now she was actually a student, and what was more was that she was a student council member. Amon placed his hands at his temples and rubbed the spots, making sure the petite girl would keep her mouth shut as he thought over the situation. It wasn’t terrible that she was here, she was useful, but she could also be dreadfully annoying when she decided to pester him, or when she attempted to convince him of something, and really, he didn’t want to hear it, especially not when it was still morning. When he saw her mouth open again he snapped, glaring at a student who had yet to dress in this uniform, and soon the words were coming out with his sister gripping onto his forearm. “Hey.” His voice was steady and dark, dripping with unspoken threats. “Does it look like we’re at an American public school to you? Fucking Hell, dress properly.” He allowed his sister to pull him away, too lethargic to act against it, or listen to her words of how classes hadn’t even started. This was going to be a long year, hopefully he could make it at least sort of entertaining.


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She increased her pull on her elder brother, taking him away from the confused victim to the wrath born from a series of vexing occurrences. The violet haired girl only let go when Amon returned to looking in front of him, his eyes drifting, most likely in thought, and she huffed, rolling her eyes at his behavior. Honestly, she didn’t get him at all! Why did he think he could just do anything he want, ignore the duty of his species, but continue on expecting to be pampered because of his heritage? They shared blood, and she hadn’t given up on him yet, but it was difficult and already there were drums beginning to bang in her head.

Still, Belial was excited; she held her hands together and twiddled her fingers, looking around the ornate school with an impression of wonder. What would it be like attending school? Already was she friends with a girl named Katherine, but she imagined what she might learn, the allies she might make, everything that would make her stronger and wiser, and then suddenly she ran into her brothers back, the male suddenly coming to a stop. “What’s going on?” She questioned, peering over to the space he was staring at, and spotting the very person she was just thinking about – Katherine.

What her brother thought of the student council Vice President remained a mystery, but Belial worried for the young vampire, fearing that her brother was more inclined to treat fellow supernatural creatures like toys before discarding them. With the bow attached to her skirt bouncing with her movements the freshmen walked forward ahead of the brother, her lips curling upwards as she approached the other female who kept her elegant hair long. “Hello Katherine-senpai.” Her words felt awkward, still not completely accustomed to using Japanese honorifics, but she remained confident, keeping her voice regular as she stood in front of the upperclassmen, with her brother soon standing by her side.

“You look like you’re in a good mood. Snap any necks on the way here?” Belial’s head jerked to her brother, eyebrows curled as she wondered what he meant by that sentence, but the demon’s expression only held casual amusement, a smirk paired with his hands tucked into the pockets of his uniform. Deciding to not think much of it the younger of the Lynch siblings chose to speak up as well, curious about things unrelated to shattered spines. “How was your vacation?” She asked, head tilting to the side if just by a few centimeters. What did vampires do during their vacations? Stuck on Earth she mostly prepared for the school year and tried to coax her brother into changing his attitude, well, at least she could successfully manage the former.

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Katherine had been walking as normal as ever when Belial approached her. "Hello Belial." she replied with a smile. Her attention turned to Amon and his statement. "Well it depends if you mean a human if so then no that's why if you mean a vampire then of course I did." she giggled once again at the truthfulness to her words. Before she came here she decided to take it upon herself to go after her paternal uncle and kill him as he posed a problem to he rif he tried to take the throne. Right now her current plans were kept under wraps but she also wondered what the headmaster was thinking letting several different royals attend the academy so suddenly. Either way she decided not to think about it for right now unless something seemed more suspicious.

"Though it wasn't snapping his neck alone that killed him." she smiled at the thought and finally replied to Belial's question. "My summer was actually great. I spent it in Italy like always and what about yours Belial, Amon?" she answered nonchalantly and and yet still showed interest. For right now she had her fill of inflicting pain on someone else and as proven it didn't matter if they were biologically related to her. Many of her "friends" knew this already about her which made them scared of her. She wasn't sure if Belial or Amon knew this but she thought on some level Amon knew this probably though she wasn't sure if she wanted Belial to know but this was also something she'd think about later. "Amon I was thinking we host some big event soon maybe to celebrate coming back?" she suggested for a reason. It gave her an excuse to hurt someone if they didn't complete their tasks or disobey any of them and though she wasn't big on feeding on random creatures she may easily find blood. So just like the many things she did it had an underlning purpose.

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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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Character Portrait: Amon Lynch Character Portrait: Belial Lynch Character Portrait: Allen Tabernathy Character Portrait: Katherine Goldsworthy
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Supernatural Academy. A worthless place located in an unpleasant nation. Allen picked at the scratchy uniform he had been 'given' few days prior. Another useless thing the Academy did that Allen did not understand, but then again, clothes were not something he concerned himself about; it was not as if he could see what the uniforms even looked like. The Japanese people, and he was loath to call them that, seemed fascinated by the idea of conformity. This would be his third year, junior, the term was if he was to remember correctly, and in that time he had come to have some knowledge of the Japanese culture.

A culture he detested. They were far too quick to bow their heads to others. They were only too eager to be the same as everyone else as if that was the great goal in life. To be nothing more then another brick in the proverbial wall. Pathetic. The trains, which he admitted he would like to actually see sometimes given the odd sounds they made and the rate in which they traversed, were a cesspit of the Japanese weakness. Allen's blind eyes saw what others' cannot. Allen saw the older men touching the younger women using the crowds to hide his actions, he heard the men cowering before the 'tougher' man playing his loud music day after day, and why? Because this was their pathetic excuse for a life. In the face of adversity, they bowed their heads and fled. Cowards. Yes, Allen hated this nation. Hated their weakness which tried to infect him, but it made sense that the royals would wish the academy to be there. Conform to what they desired and bow to their desires. It was mental conditioning.

"Tabernathy-san." Allen's head snapped up to face the interruption to his minds rant to face the boy who called his name with the annoying accent that was not able to properly pronounce his name. His efforts made his surname come out as 'Tabelnathy'. The man had a soft aura of blue that flowed through his body making it stand out starkly from the sea of light putrid green that came from the grass behind him. The boy's features were impossible to tell as he only saw the mans outline... as if someone had placed the man on a paper and traced the outline and then colored it in with a sky blue color pencil.

Allen was not sure what race the boy descended from, but it was apparent he held little magical talent, "Call me Allen. If I have to hear you butcher my name, at least let it not be my last name." A couple seconds went by before the man gathered his wits at the rude introduction, "Allen-san." He said in slow breath that Allen understood was his way of trying to both warn him and control his temper, "It is rude to speak to your senpai like that."

Allen waved his hand to dismiss such a claim, "Drop the suffix. I said call me Allen." Allen leaned closer to the older boy who smelt faintly of wet dog, wolf it was. All the honorifics this nation seemed to prize were nothing more then a mild annoyance. Senpai. Chan. Kun. San. Sensi. A waste of his time. If Allen was lucky they would get through this little juant fast, and they could seperate from each other's company, but he was never lucky.

"This way." The older student grumbled and turned on his heel to march off across the grass not bothering to make sure the blind boy was following behind him. Allen didn't need an invitation as he followed behind him as this happened every year. It was an annoyance as he did not need the help, or at least, that is what he told himself, but the truth was he did. While he could see living things aura's he could not see walls, stones, and the ilk, and so it was impossible for him to navigate the school without smashing into things. Every year the school sent a student to lead him around the school to spots he was familiar with and then to the various classrooms he would be going to and his dorm room which would give him the chance to count the steps and turns it took to get to each one.

With the boy leading the way, Allen took the time to examine the surroundings as they traveled over the school grounds. His world was always half red. His 'eyes' saw everything around him in a complete field of vision; however, most of his vision was obscured by his own head which was filled with the color of his own magical aura which was a deep crimson. The rest of what he saw tended to be fields of green, but every once in awhile he would see a tower of brown that would represent a tree. He heard it before he saw it, conversation.

Allen turned his head to the source and took in the sight of the students milling. A multitude of colors from metallic, to plain. Weak hues to vibrant. Allen had noted a long time ago that every person had a certain look and feel to their aura's. Some where dull and plain, others were bright and warm. Rarely, he would run into some that were cold and dark. The people, themselves, looked like outlines of people... The best way to describe such a thing was to imagine a manikin without a face. Allen could see body shape, but that was it. In his world, everyone was a bald, faceless manikin of raw color.

Allen's observations were cut short by the unnamed boys awed comment, "Look, it's the president and the vice-president..", truly, Allen noted, a mindless drone to the whims of his betters. Also, look. Clever. Despite that, Allen turned his head in the direction he pointed and noted that there were three aura's, not two.

Who was the President and Vice-President last year? Honestly, Allen had no idea. He never cared enough to know, but now that he was the Captain of the Magical Arts Club; he would have to figure it out eventually.

"And who might they be again?" Allen said, "Also what race are they?" He asked. He knew they would be royals because there was no way those 'higher' beings could ever let a 'lesser' being be in the council. Power was for Royals, it was decided from birth.

The boy did not miss a beat, happy to be talking instead of walking in an oppressive silence, "President is Amon Lynch. I, uhh." The boy said, "Heard some things about him. You know." He said leaning in giving Allen another 'wonderful' whiff of wet-dog, "Dark things." He leaned back out and raised his arms to his sides, "But you know how people like to talk. Especially if it's about demons or vampires. Oh, right. The Pres is a demon."

They had long since stopped to examine the trio, well, the elder boy had the sense to pretend to be looking around, but Allen was not a subtle person and so chose to simply stare and become accustomed to the aura's. He doubted he would be able to memorize them as they would probably not be worth the effort, but it was not as if he had much else to look at. From the figures, he knew one was a male and assumed that was Amon Lynch. An odd name. The other two were both females... The taller one who stood off further away from the president had the larger breast. Was it noteworthy? No. Not really.

"The vice-president." He said, "Her name is Katherine Goldsworthy." Goldsworthy? Allen mused raising an eyebrow further above the line across his face the sash made. Two odd names it was then. "Vampire, but she is beautiful, too bad she is always so, well, she is a little unnerving, you know?" The elder boy said, and Allen clenched his right fist, feeling his nails bite deep into his flesh drawing blood. Vampire, and no doubt a royal. Such a revolting creature was in the council?

"I don't know who the other girl is." The boy said cutting in on Allen's thoughts which were quickly going towards the homicidal path, "But isn't she kinda cute?" He turned to ask Allen before realizing what he said, "Yes. Very fucking beautiful. Allen said sharply. It was one thing when it was a joke on purpose, it was another when the person was so incredibly stupid they forgot that he could not see. Still. A filthy vampire royal in the council. It was going to be a very, very long year.

Allen watched as the male 'Amon' pushed the shorter unknown female who walked off to... well, wherever was over there.

"Let's go." Allen commanded feeling no desire to stand so close to the Vampire Royal. Even yards away was still far too close to be near a living vampire.

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Everything was quiet. Her curtains were shut and the room was rather dark. All that could be heard was the slow, calm breathing of the sleeping girl that took claim to this bedroom. When, suddenly, the wonderful bliss that was silence was shattered as a loud alarm clock went on. It did not have the usual beeping sound, but a very loud electric guitar strum.

Sam flew out of her bed, almost literally. She hopped out of the bed with amazing speed and did not hesitate to slam her fist onto the alarm, practically breaking the beaten thing. “I’m never going to get used to that, am I?” She huffed, dragging her feet over to a mirror. A small hand rubbed the sleep filled eyes, creating a very unbearably cute motion. She stopped, realizing this, and let her hands drop onto the desk. With a light groan, she trudged over to her things. All day yesterday she packed and packed and packed, making sure she had everything she needed. “Clothes, uniform, laptop, laptop stuff, iPod, electric guitar…” She grabbed her normal red and white electric and gripped the handle to its case firmly. Though Sam will never admit it, she was very nervous. With a sigh, she started migrating her things downstairs.

“Let me help you with some of that stuff, Sam.” Her father said grabbing her guitar and bag from her hands and carried it downstairs for her, dropping it near the front door. “Sit and grab something to eat before you shove off.” Sam nodded and walked into their kitchen, and made toast and had some milk. She was ready to go within another ten minutes.

“I’m ready.” Her voice was firm yet quiet. Her father nodded and opened the door, letting her out first. She sat in the back of her now luggage loaded car. She shoved her ear buds deep into her ear and leaned her head on the wall, blasting Skillet in her ears.

The drive was about an hour long, so Sam caught a quick nap. Her father shook her shoulder gently, and she woke up gasping for air, eyes wide with fear. She quickly calmed her breath and rubbed her eyes to make sure she wasn’t crying.

“Again? The same one?” Her father knelt down and asked her softly. Sam nodded and looked at the ground, feeling like a child. Her mouth was dry and she swallowed multiple times, feeling a lump form in the back of her throat. “Everything is alright. You’ve got a great school to go to, not to mention I’m still here. No come on, it’s time for you to make friends.” He stood up and pulled her out of the car. Sam was rather annoyed with her father, not to mention she felt tears still pricking the back of her eyes.

Sam’s father took her bag and guitar case from the trunk and handed them to her. “Want me to help you settle in?”

Sam whipped around on the spot and glared him. “God no! The thought of that makes me embarrassed already.” She shuddered jokingly. He snickered and walked up to her, and plopped a kiss on the top of her head. “Stop it!” She hissed, jumping out of the way. He laughed again.

“Hehehe… I’ll call you later sweetheart.” He walked back to his car and drove off, waving in her direction.

Sam walked with her bag and guitar. She had practically no idea where she was going, but wandering around can be good to get the feel of things. After about twenty minutes of wandering, someone seemed to notice her lost expression. They pointed her towards the girls’ dorm. She nodded, not giving him a thanks. “Room 106…” Sam muttered and once again found herself wandering around. Another twenty minutes later, she reached her destination.

Fumbling with her key for a moment, she finally seemed to get a good grip on it and unlock the door. Dragging her stuff in, she noticed that two beds were already claimed, so she took the last one. Sam unpacked hastily, stuffing things into drawers. She set her laptop on the desk and plugged it and started it up. She then clicked on one of her favorite songs. Little did she know it was one max volume. The intro music to the songblared as she jumped out of her seat and smacked the pause button.

“My God!” She gasped, turning the volume down then shutting the laptop off. So she just hopped onto her bed and lied down, her fingers laced together and her hands behind her head. Maybe another little doze is in order…

As Sam was trying to catch a few Z’s, her super acute senses picked up on a conversation that was taking place not too far from her dorm. The sound of the two individual's voices sent shivers down her spine. Somehow, she could tell that this would not be the last she would hear of them…



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Katherine waved to Belial when she had left and pointed her gaze back to Amon and once again giggled at his words. "Well I was considering a festival or maybe a party?" she was glad to be vice president. She could still have a say so yet not be the one many rely on as she would probably make even more people hate her but that didn't matter. Amon was probably the only person she deemed okay to get on some personal levels with possibly Belial if she could handle what Katherine was really like. For right now she wanted to celebrate. "When do you think this celebration should take place?" she asked with mischief laced in her tone. She knew it wouldn't be some normal school festival like with regular Japanese schools as things that happened there never were normal.

On top the headmaster wouldn't refuse them as one she was sure Amon wouldn't allow that and two katherine had her own hooks embedded into the school system and the headmaster. The details of of this was a secret to everyone just like Katherine liked it. "In the meantime what shall we do for the arriving students?" she asked. Katherine wondered maybe making them go through a challenge or maybe a scanvenger hunt. For newcomers it could be kind of like an initiation and for those who have been attending for a while now would still participate for fear of the consequences. Katherine wasn't scared of such things as throughout her time of knowing Amon he hadn't made her suffer such consequences even knowing that she was far from and innocent and good little girl. In Katherine's views a good girl follows the rules while a smart girl finds loopholes and following this she doesn't necessarily follow rules yet isn't scared of consequences as she isn't scared of being caught.

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She was quiet as she watched students walk around the court yard, her favorite place on the roof gave her a great view. Her girly uniform caressed her knee's. Unlike everyone else Shiloh didn't like to show off her body so she got a uniform a few sizes bigger. The light breeze of the morning air blew her soft wavy indigo hair around her face and she made no move to tie it back.

"SHILOH!!! MY DARLING!!!" the sharp sweet sound of her best friend filled her ear's and Shiloh peered over the ledge to see Matt, her best friend for 5 years running. He was dressed nicely in the uniform with his blazer open, his tie hanging loosely around his neck. His arm were spread wide as he waited for her to jump. Some of the passing students gave him funny looks and Shiloh gave a quiet growl before leaping off the roof. The three story jump was easy with her werewolf abilities and she landed gracefully in his arm's which instantly wrapped themselves around her shoulder's. Shiloh was a little taller then the average girl but Matt was still taller.

"And how was my baby's summer?" Matt asked, his pearly white teeth shone brightly with his wide set smile and Shiloh rolled her lavender eyes at him.

"You should you i spent most of my summer with YOU" she giggled as he stuck out his tongue. Grabbing his bags Matt let her go, without a word he started to walk away confusing Shiloh. Then he stopped suddenly and swiftly ran back to her and through her over his shoulder.

"I knew i forgot something" Matt chuckled as Shiloh squeaked happily, blushing up a storm as he carried her into the school.

"Matty put me down people are watching" Shiloh quietly scolded as some jocks passed by and started laughing loudly making Shiloh blush in embarrassment.

"Haven't you heard that a princess's feet must never touch the ground?" he asked as they headed towards the dorm-room's. Shiloh grumbled but didn't respond knowing it was hopeless to argue with him when he was this bubbly.

"Oh hello president, vice nice to see you" Matt shouted happily and Shiloh's whole body went red in embarrassment. Great good job Matt. Matt quickly passed and swiftly ran to his room, bursting the door open. Swiftly he put Shiloh down and she went back to her normal color. She turned around to see two, one with bandages and the other of her own kind.

"Hey your Allen right nice to meet ya i'm Mathew but you can call me Matt" Matt said cheerfully moving swiftly and shaking the bandaged man's hand. No matter where Matt and Shiloh went they followed their customs. Moving slowly Shiloh went to stand in front of Allen. She had gathered enough to know he was blind. Gently she shook his hand.

"Its nice to meet you Allen, I'm Shiloh, i'm a werewolf" she said softly then let go of his hand and stood beside Matt.

"Oh and I'm a Fae" Matt grinned, proud of his heritage. He was no Royal but he loved being a Fae.

"Oh and i hope you don't mind rooming with a gay guy cause i'm almost as gay as they come" Matt announced proudly.

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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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Katherine agreed with him because if they were planning something...devious then having random students evesdrop wouldn't be a good thing Even so she greeted the two sytudents that had approached before leaving. "How about we head to the student council room as it's off limits for non-student council members." she said. It wasn't unusual for him to request to speak about this alone as it wasn't something for everyone to have knowledge of.

"Your pick dear student ruler." she laughed lightly at her statement. She knew that anyone on the student council whom heard of the upcoming event wouldn't tell the student body as they knew Amon or Katherine wouldn't want that and the consequences wouldn't be a price worth it to tell everyone about an event that was underwraps. Students on the other hand , especially newcomers may not be as knowledgable about what would happen to them if they shared such information so that is why she guessed Amon wanted to speak about this alone.

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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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Katherine walked into the lavish yet familiar student council room. Though her frilly version one of the girls uniform was supposed to be matched with regular school shoes for today she matched them with black heels which those who knew her from last year kew it wasn't an unusual thing for her to do. Seeing as how they were black it was fine and right now the only thing that brought attention to them was the noise they made when she walked on the marble floor. Katherine had took in the sight once more as it had been a little while since she last stood in the room. This would also be her last year , as depsite her being only sixteen she had skipped her junior year and was now a senior.

It's why she was in the same year as Amon and therefore it would be her last year on the student council. It's why she was all for throwing random and crazy events with the student council president himself. Right now she stood staring at the blueprints Amon had layed out. Katherine was far from thinking of such a place for a party but even so looking them over once more she smirked. "I think it's perfect for such a party now all that's lef tis to pick a theme." she stated. It was times like these that she was happy about how demented she really could be at times. It alo made her extremely happy for such things as the holidays. During the year the headmaster whom was also her current caretaker had made it so she was to stay on campus as she had no family to celebrate it with and really he was unsure of what she would do if he let her out of his sight for that long.

For right now she was excited about such an event. "So when do you plan on having this take place?" she asked him. She was sure he'd mke sure every student would attend as what was a party if the true guests don't appear? Besides Katherine would make sure that either she or Amon would make an announcement about the party later on once all the details were sorted.

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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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Katherine thought it over for a minute before she herself started to smirk. "I think that sounds like a wonderful idea. I think what would be more entertaining would be to have our very onw headmaster as our butler and have the students working on a time limit. For every hour they are unable to guess who the killer is or if they guess it wrong then there shall be another victim by the same killer." she giggled. "Of course that's your choice dear student president though I suggest we make it a ru;e for them not to be able to use their abilities you know spells, enhanced scent and speed, or things of that nature pertaining to inhman abilities."She saw no fun in allowing them to essientially cheat by using their abilities to quickly figure out who did it which also stopped many from changing to another form.

"Now all that's left is choosing who will be the killer and making the offcial announcement of the seemingly normal masquerade ball." she was visbly excited about it to say the least. It seemed like a great way to kick off the year that was bound to be filled with chaos thanks to the president and vice president of the student body. As Katherine viewed it this was just a small sample of the real chaos that was to occur throughout the year.

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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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Katherine had agreed with what Amon had said but even she was shocked by his actions. When he released her she gripped the dagger in her hand and smiled over at him as she walked towards the door. "My, my Amon you're a bit more touchy than you were last year." she stated before laughing lightly and making her exit. It was true as last year when they first met they didn't so much as shake hands. Katherine wasn't the type to do so and guessed possibly Amon wasn't either but she didn't think he'd make such a bold move of grabbing at her, glancing at her closely, andhanding her a dagger all within one swift moment. As she made it outside she shook her head free of that.

She was focusing at the task at hand finding the killer for the night. Katherine could easily do it as Amon could to but there would be no fun in that rather than having a random student do so. She could easily compel some student to do it but again there was no fun in that. She wanted to pick the perfect person to do it. It may not even be someone she knows so long as it ends in entertainment is what mattered. Truly if Katherine didn't know any better it could be as if Amon was asking her to cause a massacre handing her a dagger like that but that would defeat the purpose of many things including Amon's plans of tormenting and dominating the student body.

Katherine herself wasn't one to be trifled with as many knew last year anyone who tried to pick a fight with her whether it had been some angered and ego-crushed guy or a girl with a jealous girl she still would keep her usual demanor of dementend actions and comments and giggles. It made many afraid and unnerved by her and she knew this. Those who'd rather avoid conflict with the unpredictable Katherine wouldn't make snide comments or say things behing or back or even deny her answers or favors. Even so Katherine doesn't use her royal status as leverage to manipulate others as it wouldn't be as much fun. with that in mind she was determine to keep her true lineage a secret as a long term goal and find a killer for the party as her current goal. As she rounded the corner though, she unexpectadly slammed into someone but being the race that she is with her strength and agility she hadn't fallen.

(OOC: I kind of left an opening for anyone in the end so anyone could've been the one to bump into her even if she doesn't know them.)

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"47, 48." Allen muttered as he counted under his breath. Each step had to be relatively even otherwise it would throw off his count, and he would slam into a wall which would put a damper on his day. It was always a strange feeling to see red feet shaped shapes stepping onto utter darkness. The darkness, of course, being the hallway's floor because lacking any sort of life, save for the occasional insect lime green, it did not have an aura and left only a dark abyss. He was constantly walking on something that he could not see. Sometimes it felt as if he was going to fall into the unyielding darkness and be swallowed up for an eternity.

Allen snapped his head up as a voice interrupted his counting and musing, "I'm so, so sorry!". Allen glanced at it and wished he hadn't. The bright white light pierced and made him wince. At a far off distance like earlier, the brightness was manageable, but she was so close now that it was like staring into a light bulb. It took a few seconds for his mind to adjust to the brightness, and he noticed the faint 'discharges' that were almost like lightning running along her body. It was an odd aura, but not the strangest he had ever seen.

"Man, such a wasted chance. She is such a cutie." The wolf-boy said with a whistle, "Don't you th.." He started before realizing once again that Allen was blind. Fighting down the numerous insults and desires to inflict bodily pain on his 'companion', Allen chose not to respond and merely ignore him. He was a little annoyed that he missed a chance to insult a royal as she seemed to be in a hurry, no doubt chasing those five boys and the girl with no breast. Well, that was a little unfair as she had breast, just not enough. When all one could see was shapes, there was only so many ways that could be used to describe people besides 'auras' which normal people did not understand, so Allen tended to use breast to judge females. Every guy did it; he was merely more vocal about it.

"52. Fifty-" Allen said staring once more at his feet to ensure the stepping distance remained consistent. His guide turned the corner and Allen followed and met a wall. Or it felt like a wall. Allen stumbled backwards from the sudden and unexpected impact before finally falling backwards and crashing against the ground with a grunt of pain and surprise. "What the fuck!" Allen growled looking up to what he smashed into. The aura was one he remembered, the vampire from earlier. Goldworthy. The disgusting creature with the stupid name, and there she was. Looking down on him after smashing in to him. How dare she.

Allen clenched his hands drawing blood once more as he pushed himself up and off the ground. How dare she look down on him after running in to him, probably on purpose. "You okay?" Wolf boy said appearing from around the corner and then stopped when he noticed the same beautiful woman he had been ogling before.

"No, I am not fucking okay. This stupid," He said motioning at Katherine, "Vampire bitch ran into me like a fucking retarded bull."

Allen took a step towards Katherine, staring down at her... figuratively speaking of course, and then he realized it. In the collision, he had forgotten what number he was on, "God damn it." Allen said furious, "You made me forget how many fucking steps I had taken. Apologize wretched, filthy creature."

Wolf-boy stepped forward and grabbed Allen's arm, "Hey man, chill." Allen ripped his arm out of his grip, "Don't you tell me to 'chill'."

"Apologize." Allen said, and pointed at the ground, "On your knees."

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Katherine had been walking as normal as ever when a rude voice had cut through her thoughts. She at first had looked down to see who the person she bumped into was and to see if she actually harmed them as that would be troublesome but when they demanded such an incredlous thing from her she giggled. "I'm a wrethced and filthy creature? Interesting intake. I'm sure you don't feel the same about the demons here that feed off blood like me or about the werewolves whom also have a tendency to endure their own blood-lust or rather your own race who uses blood to cast specific spells. I don't know you and I bumped into you by accident but from your rude attitude I will not apologize as it would be insincere and i don't get on my knees or beg for anyone." truly the boy she bumped into was the very epitome of thing she hated and viewed as utter pathetic.

Little boys whom grew angered easily at petty things, had no apperant manners, and insisted people they viewed were at fault should bow down to them. She didn't cast him a second glance before continuing to walk but stopped after a few steps. "By the way the number I heard was 52 going on 53. Oh and if you ever demand such a ridiculous thing from me again or act in such a manner towards me for no reason I will not hesitate to make you fell as if your spinal chord is being ripped out through your stomach." her tone seemed friendly and kind but her words contradicted this. She knew why he along with many others disliked her kind but many who did were hyporcrites or had no reason but utter ignorance and fear than to hate her.

After walking away from the rude boy she continued on with her search for the murderer for the party she was anticipating.

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"I'm a wrethced and filthy creature? Interesting intake. I'm sure you don't feel the same about the demons here that feed off blood like me or about the werewolves whom also have a tendency to endure their own blood-lust or rather your own race who uses blood to cast specific spells. I don't know you and I bumped into you by accident but from your rude attitude I will not apologize as it would be insincere and i don't get on my knees or beg for anyone."

If he was pissed before, Allen was fuming now. He expected her to grow a fucking spine and attack him that way he could give a reasonable explanation when he was asked why he turned her into a stain on the wall. Vampire mongrels like her were always looking for a chance to feed, and she wasn't taking it? No, he would not be insulted by a cowardly vampire. Not now. Not ever. Allen was already mentally preparing the spells he would use to rip her limb from limb before feeding to her fucked up family before ending their miserable lives.

Demons? Werewolves? They were inconsequential. In time their royals would fall as well, but Vampires. Oh, he would hunt down each and every single one of them when he was finally freed from this school and had managed to suck what knowledge he could from the wretched place.

Allen's hands clenched even tighter when she started to walk away from him. She was going to ignore him? Goldworthy had the audacity to ignore him!?

"By the way the number I heard was 52 going on 53. Oh and if you ever demand such a ridiculous thing from me again or act in such a manner towards me for no reason I will not hesitate to make you fell as if your spinal chord is being ripped out through your stomach." She said taunting him from down the hall.

She waited until she had distance between them before taunting him, before threatening him? The coward! But he didn't expect anything less from such a filthy mongrel. While for most people being told the number that would stop them from having to walk the entire hallway would make them grateful, it only infuriated him further. The vampire bitch was mocking him by holding the fact that she knew what he had forgotten. No, she would not walk away from him. Not now. Not ever.

"Stop." The wolf-boy said lunging at him to hold him, but Allen spoke in a whisper, "Stand in my way. And you join her in hell."

Allen stormed down the hall after her and while it would have been dangerous alone; it was an easy enough matter to follow her aura that stayed ahead of him as he got closer and closer.

Ignition. Allen mentally commanded his hands exploding with fire around them spooking the nearby students, "Goldsworthy bitch!" Allen yelled as he got closer, "Rip my fucking spine out. Come on. I dare you." He said his silver hair bouncing with each quick step.

"We do this here. Or outside, I don't give a fuck, but by the end of this, you will beg me for forgiveness."

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Katherine giggled once again. "Alrighty you asked for it." if there was one thing she was good at was depsite whatever race someone she was still able to perform mental torture on them and possibly bring them into shock. That was exactly what she had done to this ignorant little boy who stood before her demanding she beg for his forgiveness. She warned him failry and told himit wouldn't be a fair apology. Why he decided to continue mess with her was beyond her. Even so she didn't need eye contact to use mental torture as a tool besides she would never need him for anything either way so she wouldn't have to worry about compelling him. For right now though she made him feel just like she said he would, utter excrutiating pain.

"I quite frnankly don't give a fuck who it is demaning an apology they won't get one. No matter if they're biologically related to me or some stranger. I won't ever sincerely apologize for my actions towards someone as I don't regret my actions." When she was sure the boy was near the point of going into shock due to the pain she was making him feel she stopped. "As of right now the only bitch I see here is you. Now I suggest you recover before trying to pick a fight with me again as it will not be good for you if you go into shock." Once seeing his comapnion or friend or whatever come up to him to aid the boy she had been gone after his comapnion blinked. She had better things to do than start a conflict with someone on the first day. What she said to the boy thogh was all true. She doesn't regret her actions as she lost the feeling of remorse a long time ago.

She also knew that it could take a bit for the boy to recover because of how effective her power was. It didn't matter what creature it was be it witch, demon, werewolf, fae, or any other creature. It worke on them and even on royals though it wasn't as on an the same extreme extent as how she just used it it still worked to some degree and by how it worked that informed her how the boy she used it on just now was in fact not of royal blood which made it a lot more painful for him than one of a royal to his kind. In the current timing she wanted to find a killer quickly so she could oversee the current progress of the party alongside Amon.

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"Alrighty you asked for it." Allen watched as her aura rippled and flared which gave him some preparation as he readied himself to dodge whatever ability she had, but as he found out it wasn't an ability that could be seen. At least, not by normal eyes. The pain was... terrible. It indeed feel as if hands were wrapping around his spine and slowly sliding it out of his body. Allen froze as his body trembled in both pain and raw fury at what she was doing. The pain was just great enough to stop his thinking process, but he could hear her gloating.

"I quite frnankly don't give a fuck who it is demaning an apology they won't get one. No matter if they're biologically related to me or some stranger. I won't ever sincerely apologize for my actions towards someone as I don't regret my actions."

The pain receded, and Allen slowly stretched his right hand over to his left arm deciding to let the bitch continue in her monologue. A normal person would have passed out from the pain. A tough person would have gone into shock, but Allen had felt worse. That was nothing compared to having his eyes burned out from their sockets and then seared shut. It also helped that he had some time to mentally prepare himself for an attack of some kind. Not that one in particular, but even some mental preparation was better then nothing.

"As of right now the only bitch I see here is you. Now I suggest you recover before trying to pick a fight with me again as it will not be good for you if you go into shock."

Allen could feel his adrenaline kicking in as his rage continued to build from both the pain and this bitch's nonstop boasting. With his finger extended towards his left arm, he whispered, "Fireball." And a tiny marble size fireball materialized at his fingertip and without hesitation he slammed it into his forearm. The smell of burning flesh hit his nose slightly before the excruciating pain of flesh burning filled his mind, but it served it's purpose. The earlier pain was completely gone as his mind was now focused on the newer pain. The human brain was a powerful weapon. With her no longer paying attention to him, a stupid mistake. Allen stretched his hand out with his palm facing towards her.

Fireball. He mentally commanded as a large basketball sized fireball roared out form his hand and down the hallway aimed at the Vampire Bitch that was trying to scurry away. She thought that little show would be enough to put down him? His rage was not something she could quell with her pathetic mind attacks. His rage was beyond her comprehension.

Using the distraction of the fireball; Allen stormed down the hall towards her in a sprint. He would end this stupid creature for putting him through that.

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Katherine was distracted for only a moment. She wondered if he thought such a pathetic attack would falter her. She was already as many could say fully charged as having another pureblood vampire's blood ran through her veins due to the killing of her uncle Katherine was much stronger than usual and therfore had much better stamina for the time being. When he came at her she smirked and in that same instant all the glass windows surrounding them shattered sending pieces of glass everywhere. She deduced he was new to the academy as their biggest rule was not to kill any other creature on campus and during your time time attending but she'd be glad to refreshen his memory of the rules. She quickly sent shard his way cutting through the fireball and dogded it before sending them his way.

She was sure not all of them did not cut him but as many as she had sent flying she knew some did. The fireball had hit a nearby locker and now it was her time to lunge at him. She was faster than any car, human, or wild animal. This was proven when her hands were at his throat as she stood behing him and a larger glass shard she grabbed before lunging was aimed at his back. The slightest movment and the shard would cut into his back. "Don't you know that you are not to kill any student here? I'm a lot stronger than you and faster. I'm willing to break a rule or two in the means of self-defense." she still had a smirk plastered on her features. When in times like these her instincts would automatically kick in which explained why her eyes were now a bright, lit crimson and her fangs were beared.

"I don't understand what your hatred for me as an individual is stemming from as I don't even know your name bbut if it's a fight you want then you got it." in that instant she was gone. The glass shard now dropped and she stood a good distance from him. He was beginning to irk her but knowing he'd refer to a female as a bitch a demand that she apologize to him showed a bit more of his character that she disliked but she did give him credit of him picking a fight with her depsite the risk of possible death but for now she'd fight him to show him she wouldn't allow him to act such a way and demand such things from her as would never do such things he demanded and she was also a bit curious about why it is he hated her when really this is the first time she's ever laid eyes on him.

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Blu perked up at the soft voice. Turning around, her golden-eyes rested on a green-haired girl who had floated onto the other bed. There was no doubt that she a Fae. She had no problems with most of the other races, although she had gotten in to it with vampires before.

"Hello," Blu started awkardly. "I'm Blu, and I guess you're my room mate. Nice to meet you...?" Her greeting drifted into a question unintentionally. She sighed, there she goes again.

Suddenly, she felt her phone vibrate. Thank God. She took the electronic out of her pocket and read the text message on the screen.

[To: Callista Soul]
[Sorry, I was just getting things a bit situated, my roommate also just walked in the room. The tension is hella awkward. I'm coming now.]

Putting her phone away, she looked up at the girl. "Sorry you didn't get to introduce yourself yet, but I must go meet up with some friends. I'll see you later okay?" Blu smiled politely and walked out of the dorm, closing the door behind her. She let out a sigh. She felt like a total bitch leaving the girl alone, but she also wanted to go talk with Callitsa and Maxis.
Blu began walking towards the cafe. When she was halfway there, she came across a scene that made her raise a brow. A silver-haired boy and a brown haired girl were dueling it out.

In the middle of the damn hallway.

Where there were innocents who could get hurt.

Blu frowned at their slight stupidity, she didn't think people would go ape-shit crazy on the first day, although she knew she would if she lost her cool. Chuckling, the teen continued on her way.

She had arrived at the cafe and there she saw Calli and Maxis chatting, almost as they had knew eachother their whole life. Blu was almost jealous that Callista could easily talk and make friends like that. "Sorry I took so long you guys." Blu said with an apologizing smile as she sat in the third chair. "When are we going to eat? I'm so hungry I could eat an insert something edible and huge!"

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Allen's eyes narrowed as she dodged the fireball, but he expected as much. Smashing into the locker, it blew a hole into it leaving behind blacken soot and warped metal that had melted and bent from the force of the spell. He hadn't intended for the fireball to be that powerful, but his anger had gotten the best of him and so he had pumped more magic in it then he originally intended. He did not see the glass shatter, but he did hear it, and when she acted upon each shard with her own magic; he was able to see the shards themselves as they were outlined in her aura.

Telekinetics. Allen deduced noting that most of her powers were mental which was... unfortunate as that was the worst kind of opponent for him to face. He had no true ways of guarding his mind, and his only defense against her pain-inflicting was to hurt himself to bring himself out of it, but Allen wasn't sure he could keep that up forever. Yes, getting close to her and taking her down was the only way as if he created distance; she would just use her mind powers once again.

Allen noted the shards of glass flying in his direction and held his hand out as he gave the mental command, Reject. He did not pump much power into it as he didn't want them flying everywhere as Reject pushed away everything around him, so he kept it to a level where it would only counteract her Telekinetics and cause the glass to fall harmlessly on the floor. He wanted to annihilate the filthy vampire, and on some level he understood that he could not do that due to her being protected by being a student, but if she did happen to die; it would be much easier to make an excuse for one student then many if he littered them with shards.

The act of keeping his spell in balance took up his attention, and Allen was not prepared for how much faster she was then the normal vampire as he felt her iron like claws attach to his throat or whatever sharp object she had that touched the back of his uniform. Allen could not believe he had made such a stupid mistake of underestimating his opponent, no, never mind he did that quite often.

"Don't you know that you are not to kill any student here? I'm a lot stronger than you and faster. I'm willing to break a rule or two in the means of self-defense."

Of course he knew that rule. Allen was a junior and had been a student for three years, but how could he not attempt to kill her? She would not understand, and she never would because she was a monster. Just like all of her kind. Stronger and faster, but that was all she had. Vampires were pathetic creatures, even held by his throat, Allen fumed over being caught in such a position. He had not been beaten, merely surprised. Yes, that was it.

"I don't understand what your hatred for me as an individual is stemming from as I don't even know your name but if it's a fight you want then you got it."

Allen grunted as she let go and jumped away, but he saw her. Speed was never too fast for him as normal eyes were slow, but his 'eyes' did not need to move. His eyes did not see 'light'. His eyes saw something for more powerful. His 'eyes' were far faster then the hand because his 'eyes' did not move. They saw everything, and his mind was sharp enough to comprehend it. Of course, seeing it and being able to react in time were two different things, and so Allen quickly cast the only enhancement spell he had. Cat's Grace. Would it make him as fast or strong as the vampire bitch? No, but at least he would be able to see her and react slightly faster.

Allen brought his burning right hand to his neck and cracked it. He wasn't sure why she was going to fight him full on, but he was still at a disadvantage. Not only did he have to fight indoors where he wouldn't be able to use his more destructive spells, but he had to stay close to deny her the use of her pain-inducing magic where she was far superior to him in the physical terms.

"I don't know why you wasted your chance to take me down." Allen said, as he really didn't. It was the perfect chance for her to crush him, and in her position, he wouldn't have been able to resist ending her life, "But that was your only chance in hell of ever beating me." He said.

Allen brought his flaming hands before him, he needed something... Something to distract her enough and while Sunburst was useful, she would recover too soon for him to be able to do anything. "Blade of Ruin." Allen said and slid his left hand across the air to his right hand, a large blade of flame materializing in the air that he held in a clenched fist. Four feet in length the blade roared and flicked in his hand. Did he expect to hit her with it? No, but perhaps it would stun her or give her caution when she approached. He had to create it. That tiny opening with which to destroy her with Dragon's Tongue.

Sadly, he couldn't use his whip as in the hallway the whip would be useless. Allen didn't have the space to use it. Sticking his left hand up, he sent a flurry of fireballs out at her the size of baseballs. Sadly, they couldn't kill her, but they were moving far faster then the previous basketball sized fireball sacrificing power for speed. He would force her to get close as he fired off fireball after fireball keeping the large flaming blade between himself and the vampire. Allen wouldn't make the same mistake twice.

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Katherine was able to dodge most of his attacks though she didn't come out completely unscathed she wasn't injured enough to stop. She was witnessing his actions realizing most of his attacks required his enemy to be at close range. At his words she giggled as if he was telling a joke. "I'm not that cowardly. I could've killed you when the put you through my little pain inducing trick but I didn't. I see no reason to actually kill others without reason." she dodged the fireballs but the distance was getting shorter. "Though I have yet to actually grab a sword or actual weapon like you so I can't say much about cowardice." she had the mental power to have easily brought him to his knees from the pain but she would beat him using her own skills in battle and she wouldn't use an actual weapon to do so.

It was times like these that reminder her of the little girl who was powerless and forced to endure the beatings, the pain, the cigarette burns. She had to take it all not able to defend herself once. Only now that girl was replaced by the current Katherine who foigh ruthlessly against him. She backed away a few steps before cartwheeling her way over to him and used a sift kick for the moment to get him. One thing that did advantage her was the fact tht if she, herself got close enough she could create a barrage of the glass shards and use that to take him down. "You know I've got to hand you some credit. Here you are a warlock going up against a vampire. That takes gaul especially seeing how you've manged this far without going into shock or exerting too much of your energy trying to keep up with me." she stated. As soon as she had the chance she'd seize it and create the barrage but for the moment she backed away again being cautious of what he needed to strike her.