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Troy Mitchell

"I'm Completely Harmless - Don't Cross Me And Everything Will Be Good."

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a character in “Move Into The Light - Remade”, as played by Dumisa


"Look Into My Eyes - I'm Radioactive."
Theme Song = Imagine Dragons - Monster

A Lesson In Me

Full Name:
Troy David Mitchell

He considers his whole name to be a nickname because his original name was much harder to say and he doesn't even try to say it himself. But most people call him by his name Troy, or if he gave you the satisfaction of knowing his middle name then those people call him Dave. Others also call him Mitch. If the nickname isn't a cutesy, he honestly doesn't care what you call him. And if you're a girl, or even a guy, don't you dare call him "babe", "baby", "sweetie" or "honey". He'll most likely kill you if you do



American - Demon

Even though he is a high school student, preparing for graduation, Troy also works as a waiter at the local diner

Half Demon

A Lesson In Anatomy

Hair Color:

Eye Color:
Chestnut Brown


143 lbs

Troy doesn't have any tattoos though he ensures that he will get at least one, eventually. He wants to get a tattoo of his name on his upper arm

Troy doesn't have any piercings. He is really scare of those piercing guns - Believe it or not

He has a collection of scars that he is not proud of. He has a scar on his knee due to a skateboard move that went terribly wrong. The accidental move caused him to have surgery so it's a big scar there. Another scar is right beside his belly button, where he was stabbed in a knife fight that was started by him. He won of course and got the scar to prove it.

Character Color:

Even though Troy is a half demon, he has handsome features from his head to his toes. His face is structured very manly. Troy has black colored hair and usually keeps it low cut or spikes it up, every now and then. He stands at six foot one and weighs about one hundred and forty-three pounds of pure muscle. His clothing style is a bit grown up as he wears suits, trench coats but if he is going casual then he'll wear a t-shirt and jeans of some sort. His casual wear is usually for school but he'll sometime wear a suit with a trench coat.

A Lesson In Psychology


{Manipulative, Blunt, Adventurous, Ambitious, Mysterious}

Plotting | Writing | Watching t.v. | Catching up on school work | Collecting old coins | Hanging out with friends

Troy has a moderate case of asthma. He is also allergic to chocolate. Even though he has asthma, he smokes at least three cigarettes a day.

  • Being a demon
  • Manipulating people
  • Laughing
  • Fire
  • Cigarettes
  • Rough sex
  • Cheerful people
  • Angels
  • Authority
  • Being told what to do
  • Having asthma
  • Being too hot

Strengths and Weaknesses

Character Skills/Talents:

Character Flaws/Weaknesses:



A Lesson In History



Place Of Origin:
Does Hell count? Actually, Troy was born in Southern California.

Birth Date:
Troy doesn't really remember when he was born. He just celebrates his birthday on January 1st.

Troy doesn't really remember much about his history, or past life rather. He usually just makes things up along the way and hopes that people believe him. If they do then he'll stick to that story.


So begins...

Troy Mitchell's Story


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Elle couldn't remember much of her dream, but she knew it was terrifying.

She awoke in a dark room, or at least, what she suspected was a dark room. It was pitch black, with only a small, white light in the distance. Confused, she sat up, staring at the light source, trying to work out it's origins. As she sat, she realized she could hear voices, originating from the darkness. She turned her head, trying to locate the source of the sounds, but it was no use. Everywhere she turned, the voices just began emanating from elsewhere.

And then she heard her voice. Her mother's voice.

In the distance, she could see a blurry silhouette of a couple. One looked like it had something coming out of it's back. She squinted, trying to make out the blurry people. Instead all she heard was a whisper of 'We love you, Elle.' and then they were gone. There were other voices, too. More menacing voices. They clamoured at her mind, whispering something she couldn't make out, and then -

She was sat in front of her mirror, curls in their normal state, hanging down to the middle of her back. She was wearing a white floor length dress, and in the mirror staring back was a boy. He had brow hair to his shoulders, and almost black eyes. He also had pale skin, and just smiled at her, although it wasn't in a friendly manner. Finally, he spoke.

"Who are you, Elle? Are you who I'm seeking?" He was replaced with a boy with a lot shorter hair, who had a familiar face, who also disappeared.

Then, the nightmares really began.

Elle stood, paralyzed, in the middle of a battle field when she next awoke. Men and women with feathery wings stood closest to her, holding weapons that almost seemed to be made of light. They stood on green grass which spread out into a beautiful meadow behind them, complete with a blue sky, mountains, and a forest that seemingly spread for miles around. But on the other side of Elle was the complete opposite. Dead, withered grass crunched beneath her feet, and men and women that seemed surrounded by shadows grinned mercilessly at the winged people. Suddenly, they all pulled weapons out of the shadows, and their dark, thunderous sky loomed overhead, crackling with lightning. Elle knew she could stop it, and it was only when the began to charge at each other did she speak up.

"No, wait! I can stop it." She yelled, hopelessly, and the boys from earlier both stepped out from behind me, and said at the same time. "We know, but will you?"

The ground opened up, and swallowed Elle into it's darkness. When she woke up for the last time, she was sat in a chair, and immediately screamed. Crawling all over her body were spiders. Shaking and sweating, Elle screamed out for help, but none came. "This is what you get if you stop this war." A voice in the darkness purred, before cutting a perfect nine pointed star in her collarbone, just like every night.

Elle's eyes flew open, and she made sure to stifle her screams with a pillow as she sobbed with fear and sadness. She couldn't even remember her mother's voice. Tears still streaking down her face, Elle glanced at the alarm clock on the side of the table. 5 AM. Great. Knowing she wouldn't get back to sleep, Elle sat up and decided to go for a shower. She hurried to the bathroom and splashed cold water on her face, hoping it would wash away the signs of the tears. She turned the hot water on and climbed in, rhythmically washing everything from her hair to her toes, and then she just stood there until the hot water ran out. She climbed out slowly and dried herself with a towel, before pulling on her favourite pink argyle top, leggings, and knee length black boots, before combing and drying her hair, and finally, pulling on her mother's locket. She always wore the necklace, just because it was her mother's, and the only thing she had left of her. She placed her index finger on it, looked at herself in the mirror, and sighed slightly. Perhaps she could escape the fear for a little bit. She wandered downstairs and grabbed a granola bar, carefully unwrapping it and using her fingers to pick apart the chewy oat bar until it was in tiny pieces. She ate each one slowly and thoughtfully, before grabbing her brown leather handbag, her phone and car keys, as well as her agenda and homework, before heading out to her truck.

The sun was only just beginning to rise, much to Elle's disappointment. She'd hoped it was a little later, but her car's dashboard said it was only quarter to 7. She decided that she'd take her car to school and sit in there until class started. She got in and started the ignition, thinking about her dreams, or at least, the parts she could remember. She shivered whenever she thought of the spiders crawling across her skin. The idea repulsed her.

Elle drove slowly, and was soon at the school. She made her way to class, despite what she had planned earlier, as it was much later than she had planned, and visited her locker, grabbing her book and pencil case, before heading to English class. She sat at the back, at her desk, and began reading - Jane Eyre, currently. This particular copy was given to her by the orphanage in Montana, which she greatly appreciated. She sat there reading to herself quietly, totally alone. Not even the teacher was there yet, and for Elle, it was bliss.

But, obviously, bliss wouldn't last for long.


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Elle sat there, reading her book, when the boy that had hit the trunk of her car walked in. He obviously hadn't noticed her, and neither had the teacher. Elle decided that she honestly didn't care, and went back to her book, but couldn't help thinking he was impossibly cute.

While reading, Elle tended to get lost in thought. And that's what was happening for a few minutes right then. Elle just couldn't think why Mr Helms had waved at her earlier - was he hitting on her? He was the headteacher, though, and that was a little bit out of character for him. Then again, everyone was acting a little strange today. I mean, hadn't this 'bad boy' character just walked into class with almost nobody else in there? Maybe she could avoid the tense situation and sneak out, then walk back in later like it was no big deal?

She was about to stand up and leave when the other boy came in. Elle tried not to choke on air, because it was the long-haired boy from her dreams. The one in the mirror. As he walked in, he winked at Elle, before striding confidently to the front, before slipping his signing sheet onto Miss Day's desk. Then, he took a seat at the desk in front of Elle, before carefully ripping a piece of paper out of his notebook silently, and hastily began writing on it. Elle was confused when the paper piece sailed through the air and then onto her desk, where she opened it up. She was surprised at the contents of the note.

Hey sweetheart,
How were the dreams last night? ;-)

In her shocked state, Elle didn't reply, but a few minutes later, the second note landed on her desk.

Don't worry, sweetheart. I'll look after your friend here, and then I'll come back later, how does that sound?

See you at break.

The notes freaked Elle out, to say the least. She dropped them into her school bag and pretended not to have seen them, but the boy in front seemed to have noticed her discomfort. She pretended to ignore him, as suddenly students poured into the classroom. She supposed the bell must have rung and while she was daydreaming she hadn't heard it. She shivered suddenly and grabbed her exercise book off the book shelf, before returning to her seat.