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Evanne Marie

All that glitters is not gold

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a character in “The Home”, as played by Terraformer

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{"Heav'n has no Rage, like Love to Hatred turn'd, Nor Hell a Fury, like a Woman scorn'd"}





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Full Name: Evanne Marie Jeansonne
{"Like Evan, only not spelled the same."}


Nicknames:Evvy
{"Don't Bother, Only my sister calls me that"}


Age:22- Aug.3
{"There's something about reaching adulthood that's not significant at all"}


Nationality: 3/4 Cajun /French | 1/2 Choctaw Indian
{"Cher,you already know"}


Sexuality: Straight
{"Not very experimental"}


Species: Human|Witch|Elemental
{“At least I still look the part.”}






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Appearance:


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Hair color | Eye color: Raven black. It walls past the wast and is wavy and unruly | Her eyes are a pale, pale blue, closer to white than their presumable color. A gift from her mother.

Height|Weight:6'0|150

Style:She wears mostly modern, sharp cuts that are dark. It sets of the milky caramel of her skin and reflects the cold metal waiting beneath her surface. She dressed herself according to the temperature for revels in the cold. She is often seen wearing shorts when others are bundled up, revealing her metallic tattoos that aid in her abilities and magic.

Skin tone: it is difficult not to have a sunny complexion with her lineage but Evanne spends very few moments outside in the blazing gaze of the sun.

Body type: She's tall for a woman, so she feels gargantuan at moments. While she is lean and tone, she has womanly curves that even she finds impossible to hide.

Piercings|tattoos :
All of them are symmetrical (occurring on both sides of the body) and they connect and overlap each other. Tattooed by the fae. These help her with her metal abilities such as magnetic manipulation and metal mimicry | No piercings.

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Specialties | Talents:
Metal Magic {Mastery level}:To be able to control, create, and replicate all metallic elements and they're alloy's in the physical sense.
{"If you open your mind, you will see that all the elements are one. Four parts of the same whole. Even metal is just a part of Earth, that has been purified and refined."}

Magnetism {Mastery level}:The ability to project a magnetic field and use it to control magnetized metals. It grants the user the ability to fly and manipulation enormous quantities of metal that were otherwise nearly impossible.
{"You've seen X-men right?"}


Metal Mimicry {Intermediate level}: The ability to physically transform into or have a physical body made up of metal. It's perfect for quick defense when surprised or when no other weapon is around.
{"My skin turns into steel, it slides over me like cool water, but it’s not just armor. It's something else"}


Blood Magic{Advanced level}:The Iron that is located in the blood is in its most purest form. To control or create it this takes great concentration and a serious understanding of how metals work. Can be used in fighting for obvious purposes or in healing as a way to speed the healing process.
{"For the last time...I'm not a bloodsucker."}


Electricity Magic {Intermediate level}:To take or create an electric current and project it almost like lightning through your body. Mostly through the limbs or stomach. Electricity is highly unpredictable and dangerous to use around people you don't actually want to get hurt.
{"Give me a thunderstorm and I'll give you a show"}


Weapon and Technology proficiency{Mastery level}:Both fields require tons of man hours spent mastering and perfecting each skill. With a special affinity with metal, most weapons and technologies are instantly mastered and understood. As if they were an extension of the mind and body.
{"No, I won't fix your radio."}


Healing{Advanced level}:This goes hand in hand with blood manipulation. Forcing the blood to mend injuries, lesson the blood pressure or calm the heart. It can be quite painful if the User's blood is involved in the case of more serious injuries.
{"Unless you're dying...please don't ask."}






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Personality:
{Indifferent | Funny | Anxious | Private | Jaded}
"Most would say that I'm cold and unfeeling. And while that may have some truth, I do feel. I have the ability to laugh and cry and scream and love...I just don't always have the capacity. I just don't feel the same way. I'm not obnoxious, but I'm not a shy person either. I'm not easily excited and the word mellow doesn't even explain it correctly. I like my privacy and I revel in the quiet afternoon. Your problems are safe in my hands and some find my lack of empathy refreshing and quite reflective, while others of course, don't. I don't really have friends because most don't understand my definition of space or the depth of my indifference. Or should I say, the cold logistics of my robotic-like heart. I have an extremely dry sense of humor that most have actually come to find quite amusing. And of course, Nehgross nor my sister Aero has never ceased to "kick the dead horse" when it comes to my "horrendous" social skills when it comes to strangers. My life has always been relatively different. And I do believe that is the sound of my mother turning over in her grave."

Oddities | Quirks:
-Extremely cleanly
-Snaps from anxiety or when she’s forgetful
-Her pupils spread across her crystal blue eyes to engulf her iris' in black when she evokes her powers.

Likes | Hobbies:
  • Aero
  • Nehgross
  • Winter
  • Virgin snow
  • Sunsets that turn into night
  • Slow, sensual music
  • Practicing my skills
  • Chocolate
  • Archery
  • Fidgiting
  • Spring rain
  • Reading
  • Swimming
Dislikes:
  • People who attempt to rule over others.
  • Obnoxity
  • Pity
  • Open conflict
  • Being forced to do something
  • Hot or humid weather
  • Losing control of an ability
  • People who mock her accent
  • Being called Orphan
  • Being forced to feel certain things
  • Sugary foods( that isn't chocolate)



Weaknesses:
  • Extreme Heat
  • Self-criticism
  • Personal Inquiry
  • Overexertion
  • Self-doubt
Strengths:
  • Common sense.
  • Being able to sense emotions easily
  • Her sister
  • Calm under Pressure
  • High intelligence





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Parents:
Father: Missing
Mother: Deceased

Siblings:
One sister-her only light.

Current Relationships:
{“I should be so lucky…”}


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History:""I had a happy childhood considering. It wasn't the powers, the strange guests moving in and out of our home in downtown New Orleans, but I knew there was something different. Something was odd, as if I didn't belong. I was tall and tan with hair black as night, while my mother was blonde and my father and sister had flame red hair. I was the only elemental, the quiet, reserved one." Evanne began.

"I was the rule breaker. I mad things spicy in the Jeansonne house. Spicy in a completely true way. I once even put spicy powder in mum's meals and everyone's mouths were burning for a week. It was funny but I did get in a little trouble. Anyway, Evanne and myself were polar opposites. I was fiery and dependent on her while she was solitary and could survive without me." Aeronwen interrupted.

Evanne had to force herself not to openly roll her eyes at her sister. "She was so INFURIATING growing up. Always with the jokes and pranks. You never had a moments peace," she looked to her sister,"but that's just who Aero is. She passionate and mischievous and she's my sister. I wouldn't have her any other way." She looked down slightly and then back up. "I remember when my mother, our mother, sat me down and told me who I was, who my father was. In a way, it was a relief to finally know why I felt this way. My father, my real father, was or is a shaman or medicine man for a small indigenous tribe in the low wetlands of Louisiana." Evanne chuckled lightly."Sometimes when I think of him, I picture him with my scowl and maybe he even crosses his arms when he's annoyed like me."

"I had a hard time believing my sister when she explained to me that she wasn't my sister. I wasn't the brightest as a child but I slowly began to understand that she was my sister but she was my half-sister. I had blazing red hair like my father who once lived in Ireland but then moved to Louisiana on a business trip." Aeronwen fiddled with her thumbs slightly. "I didn't like to know how my mum met my father so that's basically still a mystery to me but the way they separated was no mystery."

"I remember when we got older, my mother saying to me in passing conversation on the topic of men, that 'Love, ma cher, is more often than not, a fleeting thing. You enjoy it while it's with you, and when the wind sweeps it away, you wait for the next to come along.' Now by this time I knew my mother too well to believe a word of what she said, she was hurt. She explained to me so briefly about why she and my father split. It had something to do with his tribe. She was a demon to them, cast aside as if she wasn't one of the last rays on sunlight on Earth. As for Aero's father, he was not forced. I'm just glad we were slightly older when it happened. At least by that time we knew how to grieve."

Aeronwen grasped Evanne's hand. "The memory is still painful. I was only 8 years old and Evanne was 10. The people in the town had their rumors and one day, our family had gone on a picnic. We were a great little family. Two beautiful daughters, a mum and a proud father that would do anything for his family." Aero took a deep breath. "Our family bond was tested that day and one was broken that led to the death of my father and the beginning of our travels around the world. Those townspeople were murderers and they should pay but mum would tell me to forgive and never forget."

Evanne squeezed the hand of her sister. "For a long time after the incident, I found myself falling into the role of mother. Our mother felt everything, down to a cellular level. When her love died in front of her eyes and in front of the eyes of their children, she was devastated and it effected her to a point where she left us, never physically, but mentally. She preformed her job and fed us, but the light in her eyes was gone and wouldn't be back for quite sometime. So I tried to be that emotional comfort for Aero. I grieved on my own time and kissed her scraped knees and helped her with her homework. It was a very precious time in my life."

"Precious to both of us but eventually she left us completely. This didn't break us harshly though. We knew she would never be the same and using the money that my father and mum left us, we founded the Alaiden Home for the Supernatural. Alaiden after our mum. Someone who hoped for peace for all species. We want to fulfill that wish."






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Favorite Song:





I paint my nails black,
I dye my hair a darker shade of brown
Cause you like your women Spanish, dark, strong and proud
I paint the sky black
You said if you could have your way
You'd make a night time of today
So it'd suit the mood of your song

Oh, what can I do?
Nothing, my sparrow blue
Oh, what can I do?
Life is beautiful but you don't have a clue
Sun and ocean blue
Their magnificence, it don't make sense to you

Black beauty, oh oh oh
Black beauty, oh oh oh

I paint the house black
My wedding dress black leather too
You have no room for light
Love is lost on you
I keep my lips red
The same like cherries in the spring
Darling, you can't let everything
Seem so dark blue

Oh, what can I do?
To turn you on or get through to you
Oh, what can I do?
Life is beautiful but you don't have a clue
Sun and ocean blue
Their magnificence, it don't make sense to you

Black beauty, oh oh oh
Black beauty, oh oh oh

Black beauty, ah ah
Black beauty, ah ah
Black beauty, ah ah ah ah
Black beauty, baby
Black beauty, baby

Oh what can I do?
Life is beautiful but you don't have a clue
Sun and ocean blue
Their magnificence, it don't make sense to you

Black beauty, oh oh oh
Black beauty, oh oh oh
Black beauty, oh oh oh
Black beauty, oh oh oh






So begins...

Evanne Marie's Story

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Fitz got ready for the day. He washed himself, brushed his teeth, combed his hair, and started to get dressed. “Now, is it a blue day or a green day?” Fitz laughed at the green day part. He was still desperately tired and couldn’t make sense of what he was saying. He put on the blue button down that he had just finished ironing. He put sown the collar and rolled the sleeves up about halfway. He then buttoned it up, covering his bare chest. Fitz managed to get on his khaki pants just fine and he laced a brown belt through the belt loops. He found his boat shoes and slipped into them. Walking towards the door, he turned off the lights and then creped out of the room, closing the door behind him. Fitz walked towards his study, nodding to who ever were already up and ready to start their day. He got to his study and sat down, swiveling around in his chair a bit. He rubbed his eyes and thought of his average day process. “Um… I’ll get breakfast later. I need to check up on the kitchen, see how they’re doing. Look at the bills and taxes… Read. I need to read.” Fitz got up out of his chair and looked for a book or sheet music he could read. He picked up a book with the calligraphy sprawled upon it that said “Beethoven” and a few of the Belgium pianist’s symphonies. A half an hour later, he closed the book and the sheet music. “Crazy. Crazy, but a genius.” Fitz got up and started to wander the halls of The Home.

Dallas Walked the halls of the home, carefully. She was wearing a wool sweater and jeans with, of course, no shoes. She smiled at Fitz when he came by. Once he nodded and walked past her, she breathed in his cool scent of lavender and honey. Dallas smiled to herself, she had known that smell all her life. She looked out the window. It was sprinkling lightly outside, and Dallas thought it was perfect timing for a swim. She ran to her bedroom, pulled out a lavender bikini and put it on, got a beach towel, and ran outside… Barefoot. She laid the towel aside when she got to the lagoon and jumped into the blue-black waters. Dallas was used to the transformation, so it was only a little sting. She looked at her long tail; pink and gel-like with silver dorsal fins. She dove deeper and deeper until she reached her little cavern.

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There was an all-absorbing feeling, like she was drowning in a pool of shadows.She faught with all of her might, swimming to the top. It ripped the air from her lungs and burned her eyes. She couldn't fight anymore. It was too hard. Her muscles contracted and she felt herself sinking. The torrid air around her burned her lungs as she fell and she was only barely aware of the screaming in her ears.
She woke with a start, sitting up swiftly in her rod iron bed, the end of a screaming breath on her tongue. Nehgross sat beside her on her bed and nuzzled her hand.
"Did you have that dream again."
Evanne rubbed her eyes and swallowed the bile in her throat. I feel so lost when I'm there. Like I'll never touch ground. Like I'm nothing."
Fresh tears fell from her eyes as she ripped the covers off her and fought them. Her eyes slammed shut and her hands clenched into fists."What does it mean? Why do I see these things Nehgross?"
Nehgross laid his massive head in her lap and she instantly buried her face in his sweet, snow white mane.
"You know that I can not tell you my sweet girl. I don’t have that kind of insight. You’re special dear, I know that. You’ll always be my special, most cherished one. That will never change.”
Evanne couldn’t help but smile into his long fur. No matter how short or off topic, he always knew how to speak to her. But off in the distance she could hear the inhabitants around the large house move and bustle and she knew it would be time to emerge from her room and reluctantly join her house mates. Socializing was not one of her most favored things. But they were nice, she had to admit. Evanne rose from Nehgross’ fur and wiped her eyes. She immediately headed for the bathroom to take a much needed, cleansing shower. Nehgross, sloughed off of the bed in a dramatic fashion and stood at the door, protecting her in her vulnerable state while Evanne closed the door, clothes in hand. She looked at herself in the mirror and scowled. It was not a pretty sight. Her hair stood up in some places and laid flat in others. There were circles under her eyes and her skin was paler than usual. Quickly without another look, she hopped into the shower and went through her daily routine of mint shampoo and citrus wash. She always preferred fresh to flowery. Soon she stepped out and dried off her hair. She dressed simply in a denim button down and black shorts. Her tattoos came to life against her skin. She dried her hair quickly and applied some light make up. She could almost feel Nehgross’ gaze burning a hole into the bathroom door.
Soon enough, she emerged from the bathroom and laced up her red vans before opening the door.
”After you.”
He huffed and lifted his nose as he walked ahead of her out the door. She chuckled low in her throat as she locked it behind them. King of the Jungle indeed. She headed towards the kitchen and immediately went to the meat locker. Producing a New York strip for Nehgross, she tossed it in his direction and let the lion feat on his FIRST steak of the day. He had expensive taste. She leaned against the counter with a box of cocoa puffs and some milk. She was a big girl. And they have appetites.

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"So, how's the ritual going?" She heard a sarcastic comment from behind her, though she didn't stop what she was doing. Teddy came forward to sit beside her as she continued, not sparing him a glance and only taking one of the many fish he and stolen from the pantry. What a surprise. Laying the fish down, she slowly poured the seasoned rose water over it and watched as it briefly returned to life before igniting in blue and green flames.

Sighing she lent back on her arms and gave the cub a sidelong look, "Terrible. No matter how hard I try, I can't get the damn fish to stay alive and not burn..." She mumbled out, staring grimly at the ritual circle. "God, I hate doing this every morning." She grumbled before pulling the brown bear into her lap and snuggling close to him. He didn't protest and they simply sat watching the fire burn brighter before dimming and leaving behind only fish bones.

"I'm hungry." He said again, and Eden laughed at him.

"Of course, you're always hungry." She teased the little bear before moving to a standing position and holding the cub as if it wear a human baby. "First we need to clear they away and then we can head towards the dining room." She said before shifting Teddy so that one of her hands was free. Lifting her hand, she watched as the earth around her began to do its job. Bones and left over water dispersed into the ground while the burnt rosemary and lavender began to look alive again, growing roots and planting themselves in the ground. The symbols she had drawn were swept away in the movement of the earth and soon the was no evidence of her activities. After all, it was only respectful to clean up once you were finished.

"Done, now let's go before we miss breakfast." She smiled, placing Teddy at her feet as they began to move towards the house once more. The Young bear followed behind obediently and she smiled gently down at him before pausing briefly at the exit of the garden. Something didn't feel right, she felt watched. Glancing around quickly, she shook hr head before continuing her walk.

Entering the kitchen she paused to find Evanna, the other witch inhabiting the house, and her familiar already there. Offering a shy smile, Eden mentally grimaced as Teddy looked up at him with a condensing look. No matter how much she talked to Teddy and other animals, she always found it uncomfortable to talk to other humans, even if they were others like herself. Teddy give a sigh before nudging her leg and making his way to set down with his fish and Eden slowly made her way to the counter to pull out a read cup and some fruit tea.

"Uh... Hi..." She managed to get out, annoyed with herself at her lack of social skills. "H-have a nice s-sleep?" She asked, hearing Teddy snort at her from across the room and sending him a glare.

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Evanne's soon stilled as he's ensued someone approaching behind her. It was the Thor bitch in the house. She had never truly met anyone else in thy hose, nor had she engage in any kind of lengthy conversation. Now was the timeshe supposed. She turned to look at because of Eden as she walked into the kitchen with her small bear familiar that lopped behind her. She was pretty small,as most women were to her. She only just heard her ask about he sleep. She busied herself with her cereal,tying not to think of the nightmares that keep her from a complete sleep and took a bite before she answered.
"My sleep was adequate. Thank you."
She offered a small smile before she took another bite. Having eaten two bowls, she cleaned her dish and set about to make bacon for herself. As she emerged from the fridge she tossed a raw strip of bacon to Nehgross and laid a hand full of the pig meat on the hot skillet. Evanne's turned now to look at Eden, leaning back onto the counter and crossing her arms over her chest. She looked down at her tattoos and absentmindedly trances them with her fingers.
" How was your morning ritual?"

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Eden glanced up at her and smiled again, it was the first time she had been able to hold a conversation and it was nice. She grimaced when her rituals were mentioned and pulled a face with out realising though a bear equivalent of a chuckle from Teddy made her realise how she weird she must look with her scrunched up face for apparently no reason.

Blushing she quickly set about adding honey and tea to the cup before setting the water to boil while she talked in order to keep her awkwardness from becoming to obvious. "My rituals... I hate them." She said honestly before looking up at Evanna, "Never have been able to understand them and I think the god kind of secretly hate me." She joked lamely before pooring the boiling water from the kettle into her cup before setting out to prepare some toast for herself.

She quickly grabbed up the butter and began to spread an unhealthy amount across the slices of hot toast, grinning slightly at her guilty pleasure and taking a bite as she turned back to Evanna, "So how about you? I don't think I have ever seen you do a ritual before but then again, you strike me as the type who wouldn't do them in a public place." She grimaced again. The garden were defiantly not the most private place for a witches rituals and she should probably try to start doing them in the forest but her grandmother had always said to do them where she felt most comfortable.

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Character Portrait: Evanne Marie Character Portrait: Eden Handrel Character Portrait: Abel Moana Character Portrait: Gordon Walker Character Portrait: Bronx Tremaine Character Portrait: L. Fitzgerald Character Portrait: Dallas Kennith Character Portrait: Noura North Character Portrait: Hayden Saunders
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Tremmy heard noises from the kitchen and stopped playing with his favorite foul beast. "Hm, two witches. One place. I think we should go check it out, Addy." The demon and his companion went down the stairs and made their way to the kitchen. "Play nice with the familiars. They're protective of their masters." Addy growled but then understood. Tremmy walked in on the two witches. He chuckled to himself. "My kind of party." He took a glimpse at Eden, then looked Evanne up down. "Well Hell, Miss Evanne, aren't you a sight for sore eyes." He gave her a wink. A lion and a bear. No match for a beast of Hell, Addy thought. Why does he want me to play nice? Addy just sat down by his masters feet.

Fitz gave a small sigh. "Well, it's been a doozy. I am a Dean, after all. I have to work out finances, pay the bill, make sure nobody tries to commit suicide or murder. The only thing that really keeps me at peace is probably listening to myself play piano. Actually, nowadays, any piano music will do." The waitress came back. "I'll order a burger, double the patty, no cheese, and a unsweetened tea, please." "How do you want it cooked?" "Rare, please." The waitress turned to Hayden. "How about you?"

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frowned. "It's the transition, isn't it?" She looked down sadly and picked up her towel, wrapping it around her. "I'll leave, don't worry. Just find me when you're done, okay?" Dallas walked inside the house and was about to go into the kitchen, when she heard three voices. Never mind. She went down stairs into the game room and didn't see Gordon and Noura until she walked right in front of them to go to the bar. She let out a gasp and shrunk back a little. "Um... I... Uh... Er..." The mermaid wrapped the towel around her almost like it was suffocating her. Dallas was in shock. Mostly because she avoided everybody and she would've seen this coming. "S-s-sorry." She managed to sputter out.

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Evanne grinned ever so slightly at Eden's confession on her rituals. It was, of course, untrue. But her frustrations were extremely relatable.
"It's true that I keep certain things to myself, those things usually outnumber information that people have on me. And for good reason. My rituals are a tad...unorthodox and people have the potential to become injured when I go to my own space to preform them. My power is not a beautiful earthly one like yours, but cold and unpredictable. But, if you like, you can come tonight. I should be able to restrain myself for one night."
She left the open ended invitation for her and turned to flip her bacon. It seemed crispy enough so she grabbed a plate and a paper towel and began to remove the bacon from the skillet carefully. She licked her lips involuntarily at the sight of the bacon and used the paper towel to pat them dry. Stuffing one strip into her mouth she turned with the plate and reclined back onto the cabinet once again.
"If you don't mind me asking, why are you having so much trou-"
But she didn't have enough time to finish her last syllable before she sensed the all too comfortable demon join them.She scowled slightly at his eyes roaming over her body.
"Well Hell, Miss Evanne, aren't you a sight for sore eyes."
She rolled hers and bit off another piece of bacon while she looked at him. She finished her piece before nodding her head slightly and taking a breath."Always a pleasure Tremaine. Taking liberties as usual I see."

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Eden so eyes seemed to light up at the invitation. It had been a while since she had been to a ritual and the last being her grandmothers. It would be interesting to see a new form of ritual completed by a different kind of witch. Smiling, she nodded her head happily, feeling more at ease around the other witch then she had at the beginning. She was about to give her affirmative when she felt the presence of a demon and his pet.

Glancing up nervously, she saw the way he and Evanna seemed to interact easily, though Evanna looked slightly annoyed... He was ignoring her but she still found herself taking a step back and glancing nervously at Teddy.

Every elemental which that worked with the four elements had the potential of the fifth element, the element of spirit. She had been lucky enough to receive the ability to sense when one was near, and sometime if she was able to concentrate she would be able to pinpoint a location but currently all she could get was the feeling of a hellhound.

Teddy noticed her distress and moved so that he now stood by her feet. Leaning down, she picked up the cub and turned back to the other two. Sucking in a deep breath, she offered a nervous smile to the demon. "H-hi, I'm E-Eden... And yo-you are?" She grimaced slightly at the stuttering but held her ground.

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Tremmy's interaction lingered with Evanne but he turned his head to Eden. "Bronx Tremaine. Call me Tremmy." Addy let out a growl, but Tremmy silenced him. "By the way, I brought Adolf with me. Easy on the dog jokes, okay?" He walked closer to Evanne with Addy close to his heels. "So Evanne," He leaned in next to her, putting an arm just above her head to steady himself. "I heard the sky is going to be clear tonight, and the stars are in a perfect alignment, and I'm trying to put this as romantic as I can. You, me, under the stars, with a bottle of 1993 Forstmeister Geltz Zilliken Spätlese Riesling or some aged scotch if red wine isn't your poison. No Addy, I promise." The hellhound let out a short growl then a huff, realizing he had no choice. "You can even bring your ferocious feline. So, what do you say?" Tremmy hope it would be a yes. He like Evanne, but he thought if he actually really showed his feelings, a few demons would tease the shit out of him.

Dallas frowned. "Who would come at this time of day?" When Gordon went to go check, she whispered a prayer for him in Atlantian that he would be safe. Dallas turned to Abel, then looked at Noura. "Um, uh..." Dallas took a breath and started to speak clearly, in English. "Hello, I'm Dallas. And you are...?"

Fitz smiled as the waitress left. "I really do need a vacation. But that doesn't work for men like me." Fitz could really care less about a vacation. He loved his work, occasionally. Fitz also was glad Hayden was there, it seemed like she made everything less stressful. He looked at Hayden. Wow, he thought. Could she be anymore beautiful? "Hayden, I have to say you look stunning today." Fitz started to blush, but he tried not to let show. He was getting a feeling of lust that he had not had for so long. She wouldn't want to sleep with me. Hell I wouldn't even want to sleep with me. Fitz came to a not-so-shocking conclusion. Who would want to sleep with a 99 year old virgin?

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Abel looked at the men then one grabbed him and another soaked his body in water. The pain was excruciating as his legs began to fuse together and his gills began to appear on his neck. After he finished changing, the man just dropped him as he gasped, his gills taking over for where his lungs should have worked. The man that drenched him in water grabbed what looked like a large, industrial nail file. Abel tried to speak but he was having too much trouble trying to breathe. They took the nail file to his tail and began scraping off the scales, making it bleed and causing immense pain for Abel. The other took scissors and cut the silk-like fin at the very bottom. Poachers... His mind raced but he finally let out a pained scream that filled the house.

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Evanne leaned back further into the cabinet as Tremmy invaded her space and her senses. Always took liberties with her, she had no idea what she did to garner his attention, but she was honestly out of her league. Men didn't talk to her and they sure as hell didn't ask her out and she was, for once, uncomfortable. Nehgross looked at her and she saw him out of the corner of his eye.
"Don't even think about it. Three words sugar plum, NOT. MY. FIELD."
Evanne ALMOST rolled her eyes as her familiars voice invaded her senses. She sent her silent reply"Traitor."
He huffed as he walked out of the kitchen with his tail in the air as he headed for the garden and eventually into the woods. Probably going to prepare for her weekly ritual in the clearing outback. She couldn't help but glare at his arrogant nose shoved up in the ait as he walked. She turned her attention back to the demon before her and looked into his eyes. She had always been a good judge of character, and despite his nature, she saw a sliver of sincerity. Her jaw tensed and she couldn't believe she was going to say this.
"Unfortunately Tremmy, my ritual is tonight, a private event that I have already invited my friend here to,"She nodded towards the small witch in the kitchen looking onto their conversation. She sighed and shook her head. "However..."She was almost pained to say it, the words were stuck on her tongue. "I...suppose you can join her. BUT only if you two are Quiet..."
She barely got a chance to finish her tirade before a blood curdling scream was heard throughout the house. She ducked under Tremmy's arm and ran out of the kitchen towards the front door where she could hear a scuffle. She threw open the door and ran out to see the Reaper, Gordon, pulling a man out of a car by the scruff of his neck. Who ever was doing the screaming let out another and she turned on her heal running to the back towards the game room/entertainment room. There a small crowd had gethered and in the middle sat a young merman, bleeding and scarred. Someone had patched him up presumably in a hurry. She stepped next to him, the picture of serenity and calm, as to try and inspire it in those around her. She laid her haid on the the slight girl next to the merman.
" Hello, my name is Evanne. I assumed you're the one who patched him up and you did a very good job, but he needs what I provide."
She placed her hand on the girls shoulder and moved her slightly out of the way while she looked at the young man on the table. She moved to his side and laid a hand on his sweat covered brow and smiled softly.
"I've come to heal you. My name is Evanne. You must remain very still, but this won't hurt a bit. You've lost quite a bit of blood and you will infect before you find peace. Lie still, ma cher and I will be swift"
Evanne pulled the pocket knife from her pocket and made quick use of the blood soaked bandages that covered his deep lacerations over his legs. When they were removed she took a deep breath and held out her arm over the boys legs. She used the knife and slice her forearm elbow to wrist. A strangled breath threatened to release from her as she closed her eyes and looked up at the ceiling.
Her pupils dilated to cover her iris' as she began to chant low in her throat about nothing in particular. The blood that seeped from her arm began to pulsate and flow as if there was no gravity. It flowed over the boys legs and into his wounds, stitching and mending muscles and veins while healing the scrapes and burns that whatever assailed him caused. Her breath came out in short spurts as his pain became her pain. The whole process pass in mere minutes, but it was an evil practice no matter how it's used. There was no way around her pain, but she kept his minimal.
Soon enough, he was finished and she looked at her own arm as it quickly made do with healing itself. As soon as all was done, blood was everywhere, but no infectious or dire future would be found. Sweat dripped from her forehead as she gave a slight smile and tried her best to exit the room without collapsing. She made it down the hall before she slumped against the wall and slid to the floor.
"Just a pit stop."

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All Tremmy saw was blurred, it happened so fast. He went down stairs see what had caused the conflict. The merman, the reaper, a blonde chick. No sign of Evanne. Why do you care so much about her? Addy said to him silently. She's a witch. Trem didn't answer. He went in search of Evanne, and his search was cut short when he saw her sitting down back to the wall. "Hey, Evanne... Looks like you took quite the toll." He knelt down beside her. "You okay?" He put a cold hand on her shoulder. "I think you need to relax." Addy let out a snarl. Oh, sure when I want to play you scowl at me, but when you want to help a witch? It means nothing. Tremmy got up and picked up Evanne. "Okay, I swear if you tell any other demons I'm doing this... I don't know."

Fitz smiled. "Every minute." The food had already been served, and he was taking short sips from his tea. "I wonder how things are going at the Home..." He started to reach for his phone, but then stopped. "I guess we'll figure out when we get back." Fitz took a bite out of the burger. Delicious. "Hayden, I have a question..." He said, in between bites. "Would like to accompany me to the party? It's called the 'Midnight Gala'. It's a fundraiser I'm hosting at The Home. A couple of other demons and creatures will be there... It's a black tie occasion, a formal event. And what I'm trying to say is..." He took a sip of tea. "Would you be my date? It's in five days or so."

Dallas was sobbing. How could she let this happen? She knew there was something fishy about the men. Dallas stood back and watched everything before her eyes. She stopped crying when Gordon came in. Now this was an articular matter. Dallas fancied Gordon, and refused to look anything but the best for him. Once he walked in her face got crimson, and she started to stutter. "Uh, um, I. I don't know what's going on." She touched the pink flower that was still in her hair.

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Evanne barely registered the hand on her shoulder as she looked up into the demon's eyes. He was attractive, she supposed. He cared, something she chuckled at in her exhaustion. At least until he picked her up. Not that she could stop him. She was weak and she screwed her face in displeasure.
"Enjoy it while it lasts demon."
She could hold her head up no longer and let it rest on his shoulder. She was slipping, that much was certain.
"Find Nehgross. He's in the meadow."
She fought hard against the darkness as he carried her.
"Don't let me slip, Bronx.", her deep voice barely registering above a whisper.

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Tremmy let out a small chuckle as he raced towards the meadow. "You ain't dying on me, girl. Never." He made his way finally to the meadow. Addy was walking with ease behind him. Wow, Bronx. I'm a softie. "Nehgross? Come here, kitty kitty!" Trem said. He wasn't laughing anymore. "Evanne, don't die now." He placed a hair that was clinging onto her face behind her ear. "You've made it this far so, uh... Please don't die?" Addy started to whimper. Trem, don't be like that. Please? You give an even better puppy dog face then I do.

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A smile ghosted over Evanne's features at the demon's affection. He was trying she supposed, which was better than her pathetic excuse of emotions. Her hand came up to his face.
" it takes much more than a merman to kill me, ma Cher. I am worn and so, so very tired.
Her hand fell from his face and loud, almost thunderous footsteps could be heard from a distance. In his true dramatic fashion, a crippling roar broke free of the trees and Nehgross was in full sprint,headed straight for them. He slid to a halt next to them and nuzzled her.
"Silly, silly girl. What have you done to yourself?"
Evanne leaned towards him, away from tremmy and her back hit the soft grass. She gave a slight chill. Nehgross looked down at her arm and began to lap at it with his tongue, healing it with his magic.
Once her arm was back to it's smoothed tattooed state he stood over her and put his face flush with hers. His purr erupted in the back of his throat and he opened his jaws wide. His breath looked more like a blue smoke as it left his mouth and move to her. She took an involuntary breath and breathe deep she did. The smoke filled her lungs and once the breath was spent, her eyes snapped open and she shot up straight, her chest heaving as she coughed. Once she was spent she closed her eyes and reclined on her elbows, taking deep inhales.
She looked to Nehgross and smiled. He simply rolled his eyes and he looked to Tremmy.
"Much abliged my demonic friend. Any longer and I might have been worried. Spiritual exhaustion is something Evanne has much fun plaguing me with. Oh well, at least it doesn't happen often.
He turned back to her and stood, looking down on her where she laid, supporting herself on her elbows. " Can I get back to my tasks or are you going to slit your throat as soon as I walk away?"
Evanne rolled her eyes and waved him away. She laid against the ground for a few seconds before she sat up and looked to Bronx, then the woods around them.
"You didn't have to do that" she looked back to him,"but thank you"

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Gordon suddenly noticed Dallas next to him. Her cheeks were red and her eyes wet."Uh, um, I. I don't know what's going on." Dallas stuttered. "It's going to be okay. We're gonna do everything we can to help him." Gordon said as he rested his hand on Dallas' shoulder as someone came into the room. It was one of the resident witches. Gordon could remember that much and his assumption was proven right as she cut herself and used the blood to completely heal Abel's legs and feet. Gordon was still amazed after all this time what magic could do. The witch stumbled out of the room, visibly weakened by the spell. The reaper knew blood magic when he saw it and what he just witnessed was definitely blood magic. But Gordon didn't care. Abel was physically fine, but the boy had gone through so much. It would take time for his mind to heal.

"I need to call Fitz. I'll be right back." Gordon stated to the room but more so to Dallas and Abel. The two had been through a lot today. They all had, but more them then anyone. As he left the room, he noted the witch being carried by Bronx. Odd behavior for the demon, but there wasn't time to question it as he pulled out his phone and dialed Fitz' number. "Come on, come on, come on..." Gordon whispered to himself, waiting for Fitz to answer his phone.

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The Knight in shining armor gave the former damsel-in-distress a crooked smile. "Of course I did. What kind of insensitive bastard would I be if I let you die?" Addy paced back and forth behind the couple. Trem whistled him over. "It's about time I get going." He turned around and started to walk, Addy in lead. "Wait..." He turned around and ran back to Evanne. Tremmy cupped her cheeks and gave her a deep, passionate kiss. As he pulled away, he smirked. "I deserve that, I think." He trotted back to the edge of the meadow. "I'll see you soon, princess."

Fitz gave Hayden a grin. "That's the most wonderful thing, Hayden. I have never, ever been seduced by anything before. Nothing was able to, I had a profound love for my ex-fiance. But when I met you, all my walls, regarding love and feelings, came down. I let you in. Hayden, I like you. A lot. It's not lust. I wouldn't know, really, what lust is..." He lowered his voice. "I'm a 99 year old virgin. Sad, I know." Suddenly his phone rang. "One moment, Hayden, I have to take this..." Fitz looked at his caller ID. Gordon. Uh oh. He answered. "Gordon? What's wrong? Is everything okay?"

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As the air seeped into his open wounds he winced and grabbed onto Jodi's hand. It was all a blur as he saw a mixture of people enter and leave the room. He thought he saw the image of Gordon but when he blinked it was gone. He tried to fight the pain but was shocked out of his concentrated state by a womanly touch on his forehead. He looked up to see a woman. She seemed to be speaking but with all the commotion he couldn't seem to make out what she was saying. He saw her cut herself and then nearly cried out as the blood hit his own wounds. The pain only lasted for a second and soon the lacerations on his thighs and shins began closing themselves. She was bleeding and he wanted to thank her but she was taken away before he could. He looked at the many faces above him, some of them blurring together. He didn't see Dallas but he was slightly glad that he didn't see her. He didn't want her to see what they could have done to her. He saw Kit, Jodi but Hayden and Dean were missing. Wouldn't Dean be the first one here? He couldn't dare to look down at his lower half. He could move his toes on one foot but the toes on the other were non-existent. He could barely face the fact that he might not be able to swim ever again.

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Evanne sat with a stunned look upon her face. She lightly touched her fingers to her lips. She could almost feel the kiss as it lingered. So that's what a real kiss felt like? She had to admit, it was nice. She'd kissed boys before, maybe a peck because why bother? She was a drifter and drifters don't get close. Now she was stationed somewhere and it only made sense she supposed...but it didn't stop her from yelling out to him.
"DON'T GET USED TO IT TREMAINE!."
She pushed off of her knee and stood, her muscles tensing and aching under the newfound strain. She finally stood to her full height and stretched every muscle she had the energy to pull. She looked around the meadow, this would be a perfect place for her ritual. It was...unconventional and she needed all of the space she could get to perform it. Her powers would be at their peek and that usually meant danger. She looked up to the sky and took note of the gathering clouds as the sun disappeared behind the cloud. A thunderstorm. She smiled at this, it would seem that all of her abilities would be charged tonight.
She turned on her heel and walk towards the large estate she, and a few other misfit supers, called home. She was in much need of 2 subs and maybe a hand full of cookies. Chocolate cookies. She stopped in her tracks, though, when she saw a familiar vampire sitting underneath a tree. She wondered briefly how he was able to stand such light, when she could barely handle the heat on her skin. Suddenly she blushed, actually blushed at the thought that he might have seen her ordeal. She was no weak witch, quite the contrary in fact, but anyone with power fears weakness no matter their conviction. She nodded to him as politely as possible before walking carefully back to the house and into the kitchen, devouring everything in sight that would make her strong again, especially for her rituals.

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Tremmy smiled to himself. "Too late, princess." He said, under his breath. Addy snarled at Gordon, who was calling out to Bronx. Tremmy wasn't very fond of the reaper, mostly because they both deal with souls, and he thought souls should strictly be in his department. He huffed, snapped his fingers, and almost immediately, a lit cigarette appeared in his mouth. "What do you want, Gordo?" Tremmy blew the smoke into Gordon's face, and gave his signature devil's grin. Addy gave the same grin, and the two where almost identical. Addy, being a hellhound, was roughly up to Bronx's chest when on all fours, so he was about 5'6". He had a torn, red leather collar, and his fur was matted, patches of fur where missing, and Addy's eyes were blood red. A truly, menacing sight.

Fitz closed his phone. "Hayden, we need to leave... Now." He threw cash on the table and ran out the door with Hayden, hand in hand. Fitz closed the door behind her, and they drove back to The Home in silence. "Something bad happened... Oh no, no, no..."

Dallas went into the kitchen to get a glass of water, when she saw Evanne helping herself to some food. Dallas grinned widely. "That demon boy likes you, doesn't he?" She held back some tears that were left over from the unfortunate accident.

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Gordon forgot sometimes he was essentially surrounded by a bunch of teenagers. The girl's back and forth reminded him of this, but he was distracted by Egeria, the cat staring at her owner, like she was concentrating on something. As soon as Penny left, Jodi made her disdain for the girl known. "Ugh, what's her deal? She acts like she runs the place. And Penny? That's such an ugly name." she immediately covered her mouth. "Um... Sorry. I just had to say it though." it was then Egeria hissed at Gordon out of no where, but quickly went back to staring at Jodi. "I guess she doesn't know about the Understanding." Gordon thought to himself as the goddess conversed with the girl. "Well, that's probably because she's a daughter of Athena." Gordon stated bluntly. "Even I could tell that pretty easily. Godhood has a certain quality to it. Isn't that right, Egeria?" Gordon said with a bit of a sarcastic smile. "Well, I'll leave you two alone. I'll bring the Dean in when he get's here." Gordon got up from his chair and headed for the door, walking past the teenage fae who had taken occupancy there. Abel was in denile about his leg which tore Gordon up inside.

He decided to head towards the kitchen for a drink. Gordon was never much of a drinker, but with the day he was having, he knew he would need one. He went into the kitchen and grabbed a beer from the fridge, only noticing Dallas and the witch who had helped Abel after a rather large gulp. "I didn't say this before, but thank you."

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Evanne only slightly looked up from her second sandwich to see the mer-girl standing in the kitchen asking her about her "relationship" with Tremmy and she tried to force back a groan. No peace to be found, especially from that pesky, but cute, NO, PEsky demon. She knew it wasn't the mermaid's fault that Evanne was the picture of emotional confusion so she smiled slightly and glanced in her direction.
"He likes to think so I suppose. Not sure why I so special."
She almost rolled her eyes completely at how pathetic she sounded, but it was a true feeling. Certainly she had caught the eye of one or two men before, but she'd never interacted with the opposite sex in a romantic way, in the Tremmy's way. To relate with a man, and a demon no less, it made her feel all kinds of emotions she wasn't used to, and unpredictability was dangerous to her.
She quickly finished her sandwich and stuffed a cookie into her mouth befor she turned to the much shorter girl that had addressed her. She smiled and set her cold had upon her shoulder.
"Blessings to you."
She walked from the kitchen intending on seeing the merman she had healed earlier, only to come upon absolute chaos in his room. Goddesses, and fairies, the reaper was there and the air smelled of...was that jealousy. Of course in the midst of all of this was the harbinger of the flood of feelings in her brain. She kept her eyes as straight as possible and tried not to let the flood of emotions in the room deter her mind as she made a path to the merman, who's foot as well as leg lay in perfect condition. He seemed to be speaking of going on excursion with someone else, so Evanne reminded herself to be brief, well, more brief than usual.
"Hello there, I'm sure you must have been too focused on your pain to understand anything I said, but my name is Evanne Marie Jeansonne. she said trying to control her cajun accent as well as extending her hand to him, "it's very nice to meet you."