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Drago Pagliarelli

"There's a car show in town!"

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a character in “Covens, Cliques, and Hexes”, as played by Vix

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Full Name
”My name? Drago Donato San Lorenzo-Pagliarelli. Yeah. That guy.”

Nicknames
”Why give me any name other than the one that is mine?”

Age
”I'm sixteen years old. What the fuck about it?”

Hometown
”I am from San Lorenzo, Sicily. That's in Italy, you dolt.”

Ethnicity
”I am Sicilian, obviously.”

Sexuality
”I'm Sapiosexual. Why would I dare to see gender over intelligence? That's just stupid.”

Coven
”Following in my sister's steps. Circe.”

Specialty
”My specialty is Necromancy.”

Abilities
”What can't I do? Well – Obviously, I'm very talented at Necromancy. I can raise the dead, if you didn't know what that means. I'm better at it than my sister, even. But she and I are a team, so I don't really look at it in that way. Of course, I'm not in Circe just because of my attitude – I'm great with curses. Not that kiddy shit that any old person able to read and speak can do, either. I don't need spells. I've never needed spells. Like my sister, I create my own and eventually get to the point that I don't even need to speak them anymore.

I can also manipulate blood in the most vicious of ways. But I don't let people know that – They would bind it for sure. I only use this power if I have no other choice, though I'll play around with it some. Like molding blood to look like a small person dancing. Or a blood butterfly moving around. What? Just because I'm a douche doesn't mean I don't like things that aren't harsh. What else can I do?

Well, I'm immortal and I have super strength. I can lift up to one hundred times my own weight. That generally leaves me able to lift around 26,700lbs. I know. Its pretty amazing. And yes – I do pack a punch. I know when and how to hold back my own strength so that I don't kill people just by tapping them. Its pretty crazy.

I can also induce illnesses. Serious ones like smallpox, shingles, pneumonia, leukemia, lung cancer. Any disease or illness, I can dole it out. I can also heal them. That's the only healing abilities I have. Pretty funny that I can cure you of cancer, but if you have a cut I can only slap a bandaid on it. Chuckles

Normal abilities? I'm good with money, I'm an excellent bullshitter – I learned from the best. Plus you have to be good at it in the family business. I'm also god with vehicles. Building them, racing them, designing them, repairing them. I love 'em! I'm also not too shabby with guns.”



Familiar
”He's a King Cobra named Thomas O'Malley. What? You got a problem with The Aristocats? We fucking loving The Aristocats. He's not just any kind of King Cobra - He's a white cobra. He's a bit of a sarcastic prick. Okay, maybe more than just a bit. He's not really evil, like me. We just have our own agenda and prefer to do things that benefit us. He's very loyal even though he has to be extremely snarky whenever I ask him to do something. I can live with it, though.”

Personality
”Wow! How to...uh. Describe me. Well – First off: I'm not evil. I'm just really selfish. I don't go out to hurt people just for enjoyment. I will only hurt people for a few reasons. Among those reasons is hurting my family members, hurting my friends, fucking with me, or standing in between me and the things that I need. I know that most of my friends and family members can take care of them, but its the principal, ya know? I also don't really like getting help. I'm strong enough to take care of myself. Yeah – I know you think that its crazy that I'm related to Divvy and I enjoy taking care of my people rather than myself. Yes. I put my loved ones well-being before my own. Also! Contrary to popular belief, I'm not just a moronic jock. I really hate that people see a muscular, good-looking dude and immediately assume him to be dim-witted. I'm very bright, if I do say so myself. I mean, c'mon. I'm the best damn mechanic that I know.

I hate being underestimated. Well – Verbally. I could care less that people underestimate me, but when they talk down about my abilities and play me out to be weaker than what I am, I get annoying. Also – Like my sister and everyone else in my family, I demand respect. And if you don't respect me, I make sure that you will fear me. I cannot stand disrespect. Not at all. While I will hurt people, I won't disrespect them. I'm what you'd call...an honorable villain. Okay, I'll lie, cheat, and steal to get what I need. But I would never do it just because or to prove any sort of point. Also – I hate to beat around the bush. I'm very forward about my feelings and thoughts. Being subtle isn't exactly my strongest suit.

When I'm with the ladies or the guys? I'm a real charmer. No sarcasm at all there. I don't tell people what they want to hear. I tell them how I feel. I'm not the type of guy who's going to confess an undying love for someone unless I really do love them. And I'm not that guy that's going to see a pretty face, go on a few dates, and then fall in love with a dude or chick. Also, I don't confine my spousal choices based upon a silly thing such as sex. I also don't really do the dating thing. I prefer serious relationships. Though, I do like a few one-night stands. I'm a guy. I need sex. I don't mind some arm-candy, either.

All-in-all, I'd say that I'm a pretty decent guy. Like I said, I won't go out of my way to make your life hell unless you do something seriously fucked up that pisses me off. Also, one thing that will put you on my hit list until you're dead with no hoping of living again: Picking on my twin. Divvy can take care of herself. So can Deangelo. But...He's not all there in the head and people like to pick on him because he's a bit off. That doesn't sit right with me. I'm a really fun guy when you're not on my bad side. I love goofing off with people, posing fr pictures, hanging out, having a drink. Fun things. I smile a lot, too. Its not a crazy evil smile, either. My looks are extremely deceiving...”


Likes
-Cars
-Motorcycles
-Intelligent people
-Blood magick
-Cemetaries
-Disney movies
-Romance
-Children's laughter
-Family
-Honor
-Respect
-Guns

Dislikes
-People picking on his brother
-Polka
-Chemistry
-History
-Being used
-Being lied to
-Children crying

History
”I don't like to talk about my past, so I'll just point out a few things. Alright – You might ask why my brother and I look like extremely hot men in our late twenties. The reason being is because Deangelo and I had been experimenting with some potions and spells at the same time. The result was our incredibly fast aging and immortality. As well as my super-strength and his abilities. We've looked like this since we were thirteen. Which I completely use for my advantage. Well – Divinia was four years old when we were born. When she first began her flighty attendance at Fae, Deangelo and I were nine years old. We were left behind even though we had abilities; We weren't old enough to attend yet. We didn't think the school was that great because Divvy would always be back so soon and tell us just how horrible of a place it was. Though, she was forced to settle down there after she accidentally killed Antonio. He was a nice guy. Except when he was drunk.

Divinia would then send us letters from the Academy and tell us that it wasn't half-bad. She had a whole group of people that were just as mean and nasty as she was just because they could be. She told us that her teachers were centuries old and there was even one that grew and smoked pot with her wards. And that it was allowed! She didn't tell us too much about her love and sex life – Thank God. But she did write a lot about Atreyu. Nothing about how much she wanted him. We figured that out on our own. No – She told us about how he had denied her and chose another, less attractive female over her. We thought that we would like it there, so we were excited when our Familiars told us to get ready for the big move. Oh, if you're wondering how active we were in the family business – We weren't. That was Div's thing. I liked the money, fear, and respect that came with it. I used it for my cars and illegal street racing. I didn't mind being my sister's muscle, either. Deangelo? He was an oddball. He had his own end of the business that he handled. He took care of taking care of people. Well – We just got here. I was put in Circe. He was put in Medea. I didn't find it surprising at all. I can't wait to see how things go...”


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So begins...

Drago Pagliarelli's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Azalia Dorin Character Portrait: Atreyu Character Portrait: Clarity Castro-Moore Character Portrait: Divinia Doriano Character Portrait: Amarina Yani King Character Portrait: Xavier Jonathan St. John Character Portrait: Aaron J. NeSmith Character Portrait: Romeo Guarini Character Portrait: Pippa Tasmin Le Feuvre Character Portrait: Alistair William Talsworth Character Portrait: Sasha Romanov Character Portrait: Drago Pagliarelli Character Portrait: Sunday Cortez Character Portrait: DeAngelo Pagliarelli
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“You are not giving me much or a choice.... But, as much as I would love that. I can't. I'm so sorry, but, I told Ethan I would help him set up for his party.”

Atreyu pouted, hoping to sway her decision. Ethan was an alright guy, but all of a sudden, the Native American was feeling pretty selfish. And why not? Amarina was his girlfriend now. And forever. He wanted to spend their first day of being together with her and only her. When she started speaking again, he gave her his full attention.

”I get that you don't want anything or anyone, especially Divinia to ruin our first night together or to hurt me but, how about I make you a deal. We spend an hour or two at the party then we can leave and have the really sweet and romantic date. Ok? I promise. By the way, we should get back.”

He smiled down at her and stole yet another passionate kiss, holding onto the one that she had leaned up to give him. He couldn't help but to kiss and hold her so much! He wanted to be with her so long. For two years he had been longing to kiss her, hold her close, stroke her cheek, be with her. He grabbed her by the waist and picked her up, using his hands to guide her legs to wrap around his waist before moving them to her back. Her shirt was already see-through from being pressed against his sweaty body. He kissed her again and again, each kiss more hungry than the last as two years of bottled up love for her began to pour out of him. He muttered in between kisses that would fall to her lips, cheek, and neck. “Whatever you want, my love. As long as we're together.” He couldn't wait for tonight! Sex wasn't on the menu, but lots of kissing and cuddling was. By now, he had her in his lap. He had become overwhelmed and weak-kneed, holding her close. He had stopped kissing her when he sat down, instead holding her against him and listening to their hearts beating. Almost as one. A light smile graced his face as he closed his eyes. “I love you so much.” He felt like this was all just a dream – As though he'd wake up in the middle of Professor MacLean's class and see Amarina sitting next to him as usual, looking at him funny. But...It wasn't a dream. His dreams were reality now. He simply held her now, stroking her gently from her ankles up to her ass. He grinned and gave her butt a squeeze before resting them on her thighs. “Though – I thought that we didn't have any classes today?” He had heard that Professor Guarini's had canceled his classes for the day so that he could prepare the Arena. Professor Romanov had also canceled her classes so that the Merlinites and Medeans that had her class could prepare for the Trials. He shrugged and let Amarina make the call, kissing her neck.




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It was his first day at a new school – But this school was so much different that any other school in the world. A young man with striking blue eyes and golden blonde hair was wandering around the halls and rooms of the large Academy. He was wearing a suit that was obviously expensive and obviously Gucci. DeAngelo was a bit excited, though it didn't show in his eyes as he lugged his violin case and duffel bag. He had people take things ahead to his designated room – He wanted to explore some, but he wouldn't let anyone touch certain things of his. Running his fingers through his hair, he turned a few corners before spotting a girl that was...crying? She had a violin as well, which piqued his interest. He moved closer to the girl with jet black hair. She had two ravens sitting on her shoulder that also piqued his interest. He himself had a black rattlesnake that was exceptionally long curled around his neck, canting its own head to its side. The snake slithered down and made its way to the girl. Coiling near her feet, he poked out his tongue and hissed. What's wrong with the brat? DeAngelo wasn't like the kids in Puck who could understand animals, but like all the other kids here, he could understand his personal Familiars. “I dunno – Why don't I ask?” Kneeling down, he also set down his violin case and duffel bag before taking a better look at the girl – Or what he could see of her – She was cute. Adorable even. But she had a strange weirdness about her that attracted him...This must be Sunday that his sister kept telling him about. “Hey – Are you alright, Sunday? I'm DeAngelo Pagliarelli....Divinia's little brother.”




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As Pippa's petite hands reached under her shirt and her lips littered Div with kisses, Div pressed closer to her and returned the soft, affectionate nibbles. One hand snaked underneath the pale woman's shirt, grasping her breasts shamelessly. “Babysitting? No. Just making sure that he doesn't kill anyone.” She chuckled as her hand moved from under Pippa's shirt to one upon her ass and the other grabbing her by the hair. She tugged and squeezed as though ready to throw her on the ground and have her way with her best friend, biting on her neck. “I've told you that he has a short fuse, my love.” She moved her lips up and purred into her lovely one's ear before nipping her earlobe. She enjoyed being so roughly affectionate with Pippa – Especially with others watching. She briefly recalled a rather exciting night that involved herself, Pippa, Professor Guarini, and Professor Romanov. All just so she would pass her Elemental Magick test. She groaned and moaned into Pippa's ear, letting her hands now roam freely, caressing and squeezing her luscious curves. “Do this for me and tonight will be a night that you won't soon forget.” She promised Pippa, stealing another kiss. “Deal?” She could hear Sunday crying and her brother DeAngelo approaching her. But she didn't bother – Her attention was on her Porcelain Queen right now.




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The other half of the Pagliarelli twins was headed towards the Arena with a woman on his arm. A woman with brown hair that went all the way to the ground, done in a nice braid. Drago was chatting amiably with Professor Romanov as she escorted him to the Arena. He looked older than his brother and actually looked like he was about twenty-four years old. He was tall and muscular, very well built. He looked like he could bench press a truck...Which he could, really. Sasha was admiring the fine threads of his Gucci suit while he commented on her 'Tinkerbell' dress. She had her hair decorated with flowers and feathers of all sorts. Following behind them was a creature that looked like a Sawsbuck in Fall, a white King Cobra coiled around his antlers, and what appeared to be an eagle perched upon his head. What a strange troupe they were, indeed! Both of the blue-eyed beauties finally made their way into the Arena just as Alistair spoke. ”Uh, 'scuse me, new guy. Where exactly is this?” Sasha spoke up before Drago did, a smile on her face as 'Big Daddy' as she called her Roc, flapped his wings to land atop her head. “This is the Arena, Mister Alistair William Talsworth. Hey! I'm Professor Romanov – Your Mentor and Professor for Familiar Work and Elemental Magick. Now then – Unless you're here to put in a personal request to join Circe Coven, you really needn't be here. In fact, you're not supposed to be here right now. At all. Though – I'm going to be here for a quick minute to speak with Professor Guarini. Though he's not going to want you here – Hrutao can show you anywhere you need to go.” She smiled politely as Drago tipped the boy a two-fingered salute before sauntering up alongside Clarity, having grabbed the white cobra that was now curled around his massive bicep like arm jewelry. Sasha moved behind him and remained silent, rocking back and forth on her heels. The Sawsbuck-looking creature stood before Alistair with his head raised proudly. “Come with me.” He then turned to leave, making sure to walk slowly so that Alistair could keep up.

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Character Portrait: Alistair William Talsworth Character Portrait: Sasha Romanov Character Portrait: Drago Pagliarelli
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Ali was just wondering about all the people lining up on opposite sides of the big, big sports field (or whatever the place was) when one of them started talking. Something about 'arena' and 'covens' and 'beat the other team with a big stick' (he may have filled in a few blanks when he couldn't quite hear). Most interesting was the part about thinking of a place one of them knew very well, like the back of his hand if at all possible. And no sooner had he finished saying it than the arena began to shift. Trees sprouted from the ground and grew faster than water and baking soda, the earth changed color to a kind of rich brown, suddenly strewn with fallen twigs and leaves, and he had to stumble back quickly as one tree nearly grew right under his feet. He could hear what sounded like running water in the distance. "This is officially awesome," he muttered to himself.

It was only then that he heard his name called out from nearby. His full name. He winced a bit, turning quickly and expecting trouble, but what he found was... well, if that was trouble he'd have to get in trouble more often. A ridonkulously hot woman was walking his way, introducing herself as Professor Romanov, and what's more she'd be his mentor. Also professor for some things, but 'your mentor' sounded a lot more interesting to him. Hadn't he heard that all the covens had a mentor? And his was a supermodel who by the way seemed totally nice too? Maybe Zeus really was looking out for him... He snapped his head back down from the clouds in time to hear the rest of her greeting. Okay, this was an arena. Cool. He wasn't supposed to be here. Normally that would be incentive to stay and watch, but in his experience you didn't earn a hot teacher's love by ignoring her.

He chose to ignore the fact that she was arm-in-arm with his rival, whom he'd never seen before in his life.

Prof. Romanov rounded up by telling him to follow Hrutao, who apparently was the bigass stag, to where he needed to go. That was fine by him - she didn't accuse him of being lost (guys don't get lost) and he didn't have to admit it. Plus she pretty quickly vanished in the sudden forest, which by the way was still awesome. For those still counting. He picked up his gym bag loaded mostly with clothes and followed Hrutao out, silently at first. Then the silence began to get to him. Ali was not a man for awkward silences. "So," he said conversastionally, "Hrutao, is it? Y'know, I haven't seen many stags in my time, but I have to say you look exceptionally majestic. How do you get that sheen to your coat?" He also looked like a Pokemon he'd seen on TV once, but he wasn't stupid enough to say that out loud. Mostly he just figured, animal or human, anyone who looks good is particular about his/her/its appearance. Just look at Dactylos - his feathers were all sleek and shiny, and he thought he was the greatest thing since the invention of air.

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Character Portrait: Atreyu Character Portrait: Divinia Doriano Character Portrait: Amarina Yani King Character Portrait: Ever Daniels Character Portrait: Ethan Holler Character Portrait: Xavier Jonathan St. John Character Portrait: Romeo Guarini Character Portrait: Pippa Tasmin Le Feuvre Character Portrait: Sasha Romanov Character Portrait: Drago Pagliarelli Character Portrait: Sunday Cortez Character Portrait: DeAngelo Pagliarelli
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Cheveyo smiled and stood up, cradling her in his arms. As far as he was concerned, she was his world. Not that she never was before. To be honest, it didn't matter who he was with or what he was doing, since they had become friends, Cheveyo was always there at her beck and call. “Of course I'll help out. Not that I'll know exactly what to do – But I could try.” He grinned some at her as he began to walk towards the Merlinite dorms. He wasn't sure how to set up for a party – He always only just showed up. When she mentioned that she would like for him to put on some clothes because of girls staring, he gave a light smile and kissed her nose. “Anything for you, love.” He understood and was alright with her request, more than happy to comply. Just as he opened up the door that lead inside, a girl with red hair almost ran into him. “Woah there, Katelyn.” He smiled as he recognized the girl, though he took a step back as she reached out for him. “You go ahead.” He smiled politely and stood aside so that she could pass by. “Oh, I was actually looking for you. Heath said you were out here...” She regarded Amarina with the same narrow-eyed look that she always did before smiling to Cheveyo. “I wanted to ask if you'd take me to the party. Maybe go out for dinner tomorrow night?” He didn't so much as hesitate to answer with a smile. “Sorry, Katie. But I'm taking Amarina to the party tonight and I kinda want to spend my weekend with her.” Katelyn seemed oblivious to the meaning and shrugged. “What about next weekend? I heard you give decent massages and I'll be in the Trials next weekend. I could use so-” Cheveyo interrupted her with a shake of his head. “Katie, I can't go on any dates with you. Or anyone else. Ever again. I don't want to.” He smiled down at Amarina, looking at her with a shine in his eyes like he was holding the most valuable thing in the world. As far as he was concerned, he was. Katelyn, however, wasn't as amused or enthused. “So, you're like. With her now? I thought she was like, just your best friend? I mean, like. Why her?” Katelyn didn't seem like she was going to let it go. Cheveyo was just glad that it was Divinia that he was standing in front of. “Yes. I'm with her. For now. Hopefully forever.” He smiled down at Amarina again before looking to Katelyn. “What do you mean 'Why?'? I'd be a retard not to. She's smart, got personality, always there for me, beautiful, and a great cuddler. We'll work on the kissing.” He teased her on the last part, wiggling his fingers in her ribs to tickle her. “She's always been my world – Now, I don't mean to be rude, but I need to get dressed. I'll see you at the party, Katelyn.” He offered a friendly smile as she stomped away. Shrugging, he went into the castle and closed the door behind him. “Haters gonna hate.” He shrugged some, unconcerned with the heartbreak. He was pretty sure that the girls would now either hate him for getting into a relationship or become hellbent on getting with him. The guys that swung that way were a lot more understanding. But as long as he had Amarina at his side holding his hand, he didn't care about anyone else. As he arrived at his dorm room that he thankfully shared with no-one, he set her down on his bed. Heath was sitting on his perch, tilting his head. About fucking time you two hooked up. He flapped his wings and screeched at the two, flying over to land on Amarina's shoulder. Cheveyo shook his head. “Yeah, yeah. Shut up. I'll be right back. Babe, if you want to wear a different shirt, you can get one of mine.” He kissed the top of her head before heading into his bathroom to shower. His room wasn't exactly elegant. He had a nice large canopy bed that was littered with large pillows and plush blankets. He had a bearskin rug on the floor and his walls had bulletin boards that were covered with pictures and Native American artifacts. Most of the pictures on the walls were of Amarina or himself and Amarina. Over the past year, he had slowly been taking down the photos of him kissing other girls, going so far as to throwing them away.




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DeAngelo watched her curiously, trying his best not to probe her mind for information as to why she was crying. It was his first day and he didn't feel up to making any enemies. He was sure that his sister had already set a bad enough image on the family name that he would be surprised if anyone in his own Coven tried to get to know him. The rattlesnake rose its body up so that it was eye level with the girl and flicked his tongue out before hissing at the two birds. His tail began to rattle in that trademark way as he reared his head back. “Brutus!” The young man frowned and grabbed the snake around the 'neck' and pulled him back. “What have I told you...about playing nice?” He released the snake and watched as it coiled around his arm and canted its head towards him. I will do what I please... DeAngelo shook his head before looking back at Sunday. He smiled at her violin and nodded. “I would be delighted.” He flipped open his case to reveal a black violin with shimmering purple trim that seemed to pulse with energy, the strings as well looking like nothing more than thin, pulsing, purple lights. He grabbed the violin and bow, bringing the instrument to his chin as he stood up. He placed the bow against the strings and began to play. The song was one that seemed rather sorrowful with low, drawn out notes. He closed his eyes as he played, feeling Brutus slide up his arm and to his shoulder before coiling around his neck. It didn't bother him though. Play my song. The snake hissed into his ear. DeAngelo switched up the music immediately and began to play the melody for 'Dance, Dance' by Fall Out Boy. The snake swayed his head and rattled his tail happily as DeAngelo smirked. Don't judge! The snake thwapped the 'man' with his tail as the song came to a slow end. “Your turn.” DeAngelo began to pack away his violin, looking up to Sunday.




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“Don't worry – My brother would never hurt you. He cares for me too much. And I'm not quite sure if I could go on in life without you.” Divinia smirked as the crying stopped and her brother's familiar composition reached her ears. “Hmph. Thirteen years of violin lessons has paid off well.” She mumbled, stepping away from Pippa some to listen. She glanced behind her as a young man that she didn't recognized and therefore assumed to be a freshman came sauntering up. He looked like a younger version of Pauly D. Ergo, he looked like a douche bag from Jersey. She lifted a brow as he leaned on the pillar next to Pippa and winked. “Hey. So. I heard about this party and I told myself that I would honor the first hot girl I saw by taking her there. You're welcome.” Wow. The kid had an ego. She was pretty sure that he was in Medea. Smirking, she sauntered over to Pippa and placed her hand on the back of her neck, crushing her soft lips against her best friend's, watching the boy the whole time as her tongue explored Pippa's mouth once more. Everything about Divinia exuded an air of money, power, sex, power, sex, and then some more power. And then a little more sex. The boy seemed undeterred by this action and slapped Divinia's ass. “Don't worry, babydoll. I am not opposed to taking you both. If you're both really good girls...Or naughty, I'll make sure to give you the night of your life.” Divinia broke from the kiss and moved her body behind Pippa's, resting her chin on her shoulder, kissing her neck as she watched the boy. “Such a confident boy, Pippy. But obviously ignorant to our identities.” She purred. The boy had a visible boner. Divinia rolled her eyes. “You really think that you could do anything work with that? Darling – I only fuck around with men. Not little boys who are barely hitting puberty.” Before the boy could say anything else, she continued to speak. “You heard about Divinia Doriano, kid?” The boy snorted. “Who the fuck is that broad?” Divinia giggled and watched as his face began to break out in red marks that mirrored the ones on his arms and neck. She tilted her head some to the side, watching him itch with happy eyes. He seemed to almost dance as the isolated case of scabies began to spread over his body. “Wha- What did you...What did you do?! Bitch! You fucking cunt!” He screeched at her, using anything and everything around him to try and make the itch go away. “Divinia Doriano is me. I'm the baddest bitch here – I'm also very possessive.” She kissed Pippa's neck again. “If you're a smart kid, you'd keep your grimy little paws off of my lovely Pippa. Because I will kill you.” The boy was crying now as the itch worsened. “Understand? Say yes ma'am if you understand.” Whining, the boy nodded furiously, his overly-gelled hair now a mess. “Yeah! Yes ma'am! Make it stop!” Divinia gave a soft 'tut tut' as she watched him for a few minutes longer. “They just don't make men like they used to, do they?” The rash began to recede, though he was still bleeding from where his nails raked into his flesh trying to alleviate the itch. With a runny nose, he began to scamper away. If he was a dog, his tail would be tucked between his legs.

“Well. That was fun.” Divinia had been possessive over Pippa since day one. That wasn't exactly going to change any time soon. Sometimes she had a hunch that Pippa had been jealous those days that Div obsessed over 'needing' to have Atreyu. But at that time, she wasn't paying much attention to anyone besides him. She felt rather foolish thinking about it now for having obsessed over him that much. Now? She hated him and Amarina only because Amarina was alive. She hated that the Hopi had the ability to bring her back. It made Divinia feel...weak in a way. She had been training a lot harder since then. Sighing, she moved to Pippa's side and grabbed her hand, towing her off towards where her brother and Sunday were lurking. She felt a sad Aura and saw a sad Ethan passing by...Hmm. What the hell had him bummed? Divinia inspected the Aura...It was heartbreak. She would find out later who did what. When they came upon Sunday and her brother, she offered them a honey-coated smile. “Aww, baby brother. You made it.” She let go of Pippa to give him a hug, making sure to pat Brutus' head. It was then that a massive orange boa constrictor that had a rainbow shimmer to her scales slithered down and around a nearby pillar. Divvy, love. I've got huge news. She hissed at her partner and friend, though coiled herself near Pippa's feet. “It can wait, Hecate. I believe lovely Sunday here is about to play us some music. Go ahead, dear.” She purred to the young girl and offered her a quick wink. Sunday was a cute girl and so very dark and twisted that it made Divinia giggle. She wasn't sure if she wanted to pinch the girl's cheeks or drag her into bed with herself and Pippa. You're such a whore, Divinia. Hecate hissed with a shake of her head. Divinia shrugged some. “I'll settle the fuck down when someone gives me a reason to and wants me to. For now, I'm a fucking polygamist. I'll take whoever I want whenever I want.” She retorted, flicking her hair over her shoulder. Divinia had been called every name in the book and she wasn't ashamed to own up to most of them. Sighing, she waited patiently for Sunday to begin one of her beautiful songs.




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Romeo glanced at Xavier and chuckled as he walked into the forest to inspect it for flaws. He could hear someone asking where they were at and a frown grew on his face. Damn new students. Of all the times to – His thoughts were interrupted by the voice of Sasha Romanov directing the boy elsewhere. He turned back to exit the forest and winked at Xavier. “Great job, babe. You're up, Clarity.” He moved to Sasha and wrapped her arms around her in a tight hug. “What brings you here?” He grinned some as she spoke, motioning to Drago. “I was just bringing you some fresh meat. This here's Drago Pagliarelli.” The muscular, blonde-haired, blue-eyed 'man' smiled and offered a hand out to Professor Guarini. “Its a pleasure to finally meet you.” Romeo grinned at him and inspected him in great detail as he shook the outstretched hand. “Wow! You're seriously sixteen? That's pretty fucking crazy.” Drago could easily pass as twenty-five with great skin. Drago laughed and pulled his hand back to rub the back of his head. “Yeah. I'm seriously sixteen.” His accent was deeply Italian as he spoke in a smooth bass. “And what a perfect specimen of a Familiar.” Romeo reached out and stroked the head of the white cobra adorning Drago's bicep. Giuseppe hissed and reared his head back, not hesitating to lash out and latch onto the Professor's forcep. Drago pulled his arm back, thumping the snake on his head, causing him to quickly slither up his arm and around his neck, hissing at Romeo from there. Drago watched as Sasha placed her lips over Romeo's arm and proceeded to suck out the venom, swallowing it. “Uh...Won't that kill you?” He lifted a brow as she thumped Romeo's forehead. “You know better than to touch strange animals. And no, Drago. It won't. Shit like that don't bother me. Anyways, now that I've delivered you, I should go.” She blew them both a kiss and skipped away. “What a woman.” Drago let out a low wolf-whistle before turning to see everyone around him. “So this is Circe Coven. Or at least the elites.” He grinned some and set down his bag before crossing his arms over his chest. “Just let me know what I need to do and when I need to do it.”

Meanwhile, Hrutao was scowling at the cat, the dog, Ever, and Alistair. How dare he ask a question, not let him answer, and then proceed to ignore him?! The magnificent stag shook his head indignantly. Sasha came up just in time to sense her dear friend's irritation. “Aww! Ruru! What's wrong?” She made her way to him and grasped his muzzled by the underside, stroking the top. Klaude flew from her shoulder and into the air where he began to grow and grow and grow until he was literally ten feet tall; ten foot seven, to be exact. “Yeah, Ruru. What's wrong with you?” The Roc prodded the stag's backside with a massive talon. Hru huffed and tore his head from Sasha's hold. “I was attempting to be kind by showing this ward around but he has ignored me since we left the Arena. Asked me a question. Didn't even let me answer it. Plus, I'm not even being acknowledged by the dark-one.” Hrutao was very short-tempered when it came to the students of Fae. He would often explain to Sasha how he had no time for them and how she should be off traveling the world. Mother Nature should not be in one place for such a long time. he would often say. Hrutao was royalty in a sense and was partnered alongside the greatest force on earth – He thought that he deserved the best. Sasha thought so to, but in a semi-different light. She shook her head as the stag stamped his hooves before taking off. “Aww. Poor Ruru is upset.” Klaude stirred up great gusts of wind as he flapped his wings and screeched out a laugh. Sasha shook her head and smiled to Alistair and Ever. “Hey, Evie. Hey Ali. Sorry about that – You know how Ruru gets. Well. You do, Ever. Not you, Alistair. But you'll learn.” She grinned, tucking a few stray strands behind her ear. “He can be a bit of a Diva, but don't let it worry you. By the way, welcome to Fae Academy, officially. I'd show you around, but I have some weather to clear up. Drought in eastern Asia and floods in northern Michigan.” She gave them an energetic farewell wave before vaulting into the air. It was like straight out of a movie as her body became nothing more than swirling leaves that blew away with an unseen wind. Klaude flapped his wings mightily and lifted into the air, taking off as well.

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Character Portrait: Divinia Doriano Character Portrait: Xavier Jonathan St. John Character Portrait: Romeo Guarini Character Portrait: Sasha Romanov Character Portrait: Drago Pagliarelli Character Portrait: Sunday Cortez
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Xavier just watched as his mentor looked around the forest he had made. He knew that he wouldn't be able to find a single flaw, whenever Romeo talked. Xavier listened, whether it was to him personal or the whole coven. Either way, Xav was all ears. “Great job, babe. You're up, Clarity.” He smiled in success while hearing the compliment, even if it wasn't a shock to him. "Did you expect anything but perfection from me?" He said before offering a wink towards Romeo. As he walked towards Professor Romanov and gave her a hug. He looked away in sheer boredom. Not jealousy, there was one person he got jealous about when they were around his friends and his little "boy toy" and that was Sunday. He couldn't stand when she tried to take attention away from him.

He looked back at the three when the Puck mentor was introducing a new guy to his coven. He looked at the blonde man with a smirk on his small face. He always did love blondes, even when was younger he had an attraction to the poor little blonde boys in his town. And, his name made him smirk even more, “I was just bringing you some fresh meat. This here's Drago Pagliarelli.” Drago? Where had he heard that name before? After a moment it hit him. One of Divinia's last names were Pagliarelli, this must have been one of the twin brother he had heard about before. The more he looked at how the "man" stood and what he wore made it even more obvious. He tilted his head as the woman excused herself along. “So this is Circe Coven. Or at least the elites.” Ha! If that was true, it would only be Divinia, Xavier, and he'd hate to admit it but, also Sunday. Whether he hated the girl or not, she was powerful. He could actually be her friend if she wasn't after their professor.

Xavier decided to walk over to the two men as they towered over him. Xav could easliy be the short boy that went to the school even being one of the oldest. As he walked to Romeo's side he let his hand go on his back and slowly make it's way do to the beginning of his pants, so close to his butt as he spoke and offered Drago a smile. What? Impressions were important to the small Brit. "Hello, my name is Xavier. And, I am one of Divvy's friends and I assume you are the Drago I have heard about." Xavier removed his hand from Romeo's back just when it was about to touch his butt to offer a handshake. Most people thought Xavier was rather straight forward with his flirting and... he was. But, he was a tease. He loved to tease the men and boys he slept with just to make them want him more.