"Run..."
Name: Samantha "The Witch" G.
Age: Unknown (24+)
Rank: Witch: The highest ranking position in the Wicked Ones. The Witch of the order possesses the strongest, most powerful gift in the outfit. The Witch is to be always respected, and is never referred to by her first name. When in her presence, speak only when spoken to.
Height: 5'8
Weight: Unknown
Hair and Eye Color: Blonde & Blue. (Black when changeling powers)
Description: Upon looking at Samantha, the first word that comes to mind is "Beautiful". With an appearance which completely contradicts the conventional idea of a Witch, she is often overlooked and is not thought of as the leader of an organization of "Freaks". Her hair is long, and blonde, nearly reaching her lower back. She is, by all accounts, not a small girl. At a height of almost 6 feet, she can intimidate most without even speaking. Her presence is commanding, as is her personality. She speaks with serenity in her words, and assurance in her actions. Nothing the Witch does is without reason.
She is a strong woman, and does not take lightly to threats or insults to her, or anyone associated with her. Despite her appearance and commanding determiner, she can be a very likeable and friendly person. She always takes great interest in the gift's of others, and views each gift as a tool to help make the world a better place. To her, all gifts are important and have a porous. While she understands this fact, she is not blinded by it. She understands that there are some out there, the Others, who can not control the gift they are given. She knows that It is not their fault they can't, but also knows the threat they pose to humanity... they must be killed,
Gift: There have been rumors floating around for years, ever since the creation of the group, of what The Witch's powers truly are. No one knows what her powers are exactly, but there is one theory. Only three times in the past has she used her powers in the presence of others. Two of those times, there were no survivors to speak of it. According to myth, the third time was on a mission into downtown L.A. to investigate a lead on a subject very personal to Samantha... her birth parents. Samantha herself took a small group of herself, three other Ones, and a girl by the name of Mercy. At the time, the group had only existed for two or three years. Meaning so far they had just barely knew the threat the Others posed. It was a trap.
A rival group of Otherkind cornered the group in a warehouse. The three with Sam and Mercy were killed quickly, and the gang closed in around the two. A thug crept up behind Mercy, and cracked a bat over her head to knock her unconscious. Faced with death, Sam was given no choice but to use her gift. While Mercy was starting to fade in and out of consciousness, she looked up from the floor to see Sam's eyes turn stone black, darker than the coldest winter night. With her hands stretched out, Sam pushed outwards... with a sudden reaction. The Otherkind around them suddenly stopped their advancement, and started to scream in pain. With an earsplitting mix of cries and pleads for mercy, a blast of blood came into existence to end the cries. From the chests of the Otherkind, massive gashes appeared over their hearts and started to poor blood. As if their hearts had exploded within their chests, killing them in perfect sync. After that, Mercy blacked out...