YoursxTruly
02-09-2009, 10:34 PM
It is 1402, and a strange race is slowly proliferating the continent of Xylitol.
Two or three hundred years ago, the same exact problem reached Xylitol. The Christians destroyed all of the people cursed with these powers. Except for one – a thirteen-year-old girl, who escaped death by hiding in a cellar during the destruction, scavenging what little food she could. She emerged from the cellar three years later, highly underfed and sick. Even after being hospitalised for a long while, the girl was still never one hundred percent healthy, always walking weakly and falling asleep unpredictably. In her twenties, she met a wealthy, Christian man. He had grown up to loathe people like her, and so she kept her “powers” a secret. Two children came from her womb; she died shortly after the second one was born. The firstborn child grew normally, and her father loved and cherished her as if she was a million dollars.
The younger one was not as lucky. Resembling his mother with pale, sallow skin, liquid brown eyes, and brown hair so dark it looked black, he was cursed with the same flaw as her, and often described it this way. As soon as his powers began to show, his father killed him, disgusted with the monstrosity he had created, and satisfied that it was gone. He and his daughter lived on peacefully, no signs of the power showing in the girl. However, the girl had acquired the gene, just not to the same extreme as the boy. As a result, the gene was passed along harmlessly until thirty-seven years ago, when it made a booming reappearance.
The gene? Magic. The power of telekinesis and either mind control, telepathy, mind reading, or visions. Murder and torture in the worst way. The name of this race? The Flawed. They’re just a small group of people, but don’t feel reassured. They all feel compelled to destroy things; the more they do, the more powerful they become. There’s a catch to this, though – The Flawed, technically, are humans. They contain human cells, and have human needs. They tire out eventually. Due to poor living conditions for them, their bodies are neglected. Don’t think that they could just use magic to wreak havoc, and never tire. In order to get the strength and energy they need to live, they need to rely on the strength that is already theirs, their wits, and technology.
The Christians are ready. They’re prepared to kill. In order to live peacefully, without constantly looking behind your back to make sure no one has a knife raised in your honour, they must be eliminated.
And only The Flawed can do it.
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Character Template:
Name (First and Last)
Age (13-26)
Race (Human or Flawed)
Morality (We'll be using Kohlberg's Scale for this. See Spoiler below)
Type of power (Telepathy, Mind control, Mind reading, Visions)
Personality
Biography (About your past)
Description of Looks (Absolutely NO pictures)
Misc.
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Hints & Commandments:
-Here's the Spoiler for Kohlberg's Scale of Morality. ._.
Stage 1- punishment. What is "bad" is what gets you punished.
Stage 2- naive reward. What is "good" is what gets you rewarded.
Stage 3- Social norms. Your actions are based on the approval of others. Conformity.
Stage 4- Authority. Right and wrong is determined by laws.
Stage 5- Social Contract. You accept the laws, but realize they are flawed.
Stage 6- You realize that the laws are flawed, and you rebel to change them.
Depending on which Morality stage you're at, it may be harder to obtain energy.
-The age you realize that you are one of the flawed is thirteen.
-You can die if you lose enough energy. Destruction is food to us.
-You can't be invincible. Just die. >_>
-We need humans AND Flawed.
-Post your profile in the OOC thread, please.
-Although the year is 1402, this is a different world we're in. There are guns, bombs and such; as well as swords and arrows.
-The Flawed ALL have Telekinesis. That means basically that you can move things with your mind.
-The only power we have, is the telekinesis, power to send electric currents through things and people, and whatever mental power that one has. Nothing else.
-The Flawed have a secret meeting place underground. This is where the story begins, and where we go for a safe haven.
-The Underground can only be opened if a Flawed using telekinesis to move the objects over the manhole. They're much too heavy for a human. And, the manhole is in a dark ally. So no, the humans won't see unless they're in the ally.
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People:
Name: Lucy Alice Quinn
Age: 18
Race: Flawed.
Morality:Level Six.
Type of power:Telepathy.
Personality: Lucy Alice for the most part is a person that rarely speaks unless spoken to, but does indeed make comments. When she's replying to you, she may seem a bit blunt, and perhaps a little rude, however she doesn't try to be that way. Lucy simply feels that honesty is the best policy; And people shouldn't be lied to.m Lucy can easily be your worst enemy, but may consider you a friend even if you can't see it. Lucy can be easily irked by stupidity, and has little patience for people who lack knowledge on certain subjects. Lucy is very in-tact with nature, and will scream at you if you dare to harm a plant or animal in any way whatsoever.
Biography: Lucy was born into a semi-well off family, which happened to be quite religious indeed. Her mother was Flawed, secretly, never letting her abilities or race slip out into the open. The town always thought that Mrs. Quinn was a normal, respectable woman, that had a prejudice for the Flawed just as the rest of them. Not even her husband knew of her secret, and he was the most trustworthy person she was close to. On Lucy's thirteenth birthday, Lucy hadn't been feeling so well. Her head ached and her hands quivered, so they kept her in bed for the next week. A month of her illness passed, and her father was sitting on the edge of her bed. "Poor thing.." He cooed, stroking his beloved daughters hair, for he loved her more than his wife, more than his life, more than his afterlife. Lucy lay still, frightened, thinking that just maybe she'd die. Suddenly, her icy eyes blinked, and electric currents were running through them. Her father double took, and glared at her irises, observing the unusual appearance.Isn't this a sign of...? He thought to himself, jumping up from the bed and staring rudely at Lucy. "Uhm, is something wrong?" She asked him desperately, a worry line creasing on her pale face. "Monstrosity..." he mumbled to himself instantly taking off down the stairs. "What have I created? What have I nurtured?" The questions flew from his mouth in whispers and hisses. His wife Annabella looked at him fearfully, having a thought of what this was about. Fear struck through her body, and she glanced at his face twice, unable to stare into his murderous eyes. "W-Why is our child showing signs of Flaw?" He spit, getting closer to the wife he loved so dearly, only ten minutes ago. "Not sure." She then clutched the wall she was pressed against, now staring her husband straight in the eye. Her eyes were similar to Lucy's only without the currents. The same gorgeous electric blue was in her eyes though, and only now did Giles, (her husband) realize what it meant. "You...?" He gasped, running a pulsing hand through his dark curly hair. "You tainted our child. You ruined our Lucy. My Lucy." He shouted, throwing Annabella to the floor and punching a hole through the wall. Hearing the horrific sounds coming from downstairs, Lucy tip toed through the house, and peered at the violence from behind the corner. Was her father murdering her mother? Yes. He was. Lucy gasped at the knife that slid across the floor, red liquid smeared onto it's blade. Hours later, -she'd heard and watched most of the event- Lucy was in the cellar, where her father had placed -or rather shoved- her, to keep her captive during his plotting. When he was sure what he would do with Lucy, he casually walked down the stairs, the weapon that had killed Annabella clutched in his left fist. He held it to Lucy's neck, and hissed, "Tell anyone of what I have done, and what I am now doing, and I swear to God you shall die and burn in hell. Get out." He grabbed her wrist and forced her up the stairs, out the front door, unable to kill his daughter. "Remember my words. Forget my face." He spat, politely closing the door and disappearing.
Lucy has lived alone since then, cursed with memories, unable to keep her fathers wish. Forget my face. Yes, she forgot the loving, tender expression he once had, but could only remember the true face of her father. A face that would make Satan, even, cower in the presence of.
Description of Looks: Thin black hair, which is often pulled into two pigtails that dangle just above her shoulders. Her eyes have the electric currents running through them, which become more and more defined when she uses her telepathy, telekinesis, or electrokinesis. Her skin is a snowy white, due to her being unusually annoyed by the sun, she often sleeps during the day. Her hands are quite small, with blue veins clear under her skin. Lucy's fingers are long, perfect for piano playing, and her nails are kept short. Her face has a very feminine jaw line, with high cheek bones and baby pink lips. Her body is slender with average curves, that any other woman would have. Her chest is a bit larger than normal, but she's ashamed by that fact. She has long legs and large feet, which are covered normally by simple worn boots, that make her 5'7 height seem just a bit taller.
Misc: Lucy Alice enjoys a drink every now and then, preferably red wine, and is an unusually heavy smoker. Aware of the effects, Lucy really doesn't intend on quitting any time soon. She carries two pistols with her at all times, and a dagger in her left boot. Right handed.
Name: Barret Archere
Age: 16
Race: Flawed
Morality: Stage 3.
Type of power: Mind Reading.
Personality: Barret is the epitome of the word conformist. Before doing anything, he MUST know that it's okay with those around him. If it's not, he might do it wrong. If he does it wrong, he might be left alone again. Thus, the existince of other people validate his own existence. He is nothing without people to tell him what to do; he is a follower and will never be anything more than that.
He maintains an ever-stoic demeanor because his emotions aren't what are important. What matters to him are the emotions of others. What he feels is never important enough to express. He reads situations through the facial expressions and actions of others. He is rendered unable to even think without anyone else around him. He is insignificant. The only people who matter are those who would lower themselves to his level and associate with a being such as him.
Biography: Barret was born into poverty. His family carried the magic gene, but none other than him felt the effects. Until he turned thirteen, they hadn't even realized they carried what they considered to be an abomination. On his thirteenth birthday when his powers surfaced, they hid him from the real world. They came to hate him; they beat him, they cut him, they broke his limbs and scarred his face. They didn't, however, kill him. They loved him as a child, and that attachment stopped them from killing him. Instead, they just locked him away from society.
Every day they assaulted him with insults and questions about why he couldn't be the son they wanted him to be. They cried, they screamed and they went insane. Barret himself was long-since afflicted with insanity, which may have saved him during his time of captivity. He thought himself to be the one at fault. His parents-- his loving, considerate parents-- would have no reason to treat him as such unless he had done something terrible. This was how he reasoned his way through his hellish life until the day of his 15th birthday.
The day was different from any other. His parents woke him as they normally would, that is, with harsh insults, but on this day, they were smiling. Not the wan smiles they usually displayed in his presence, but a menacing grin. They seemed to realize the mistakes they had made and they apologized. Barret began to shed tears of happiness. His parents had finally forgiven him for doing whatever it was that he had done. He didn't seem to realize that they were still addressing him by terms like "Abomination" or "Terrible child."
For the first time in two years, he left the cellar. He staggered from the intense sunlight, as he was used to living his life in complete darkness. He stood for a minute, eyes closed, and cried. After a short time, he felt his eyes had properly adjusted and he opened them to meet his parents' eyes proudly for the first time in years. Instead, he met their maniacal smiles and a shotgun. "We love you, son," they said.
At this moment, his instincts as one of the Flawed kicked in and his eyes flashed with energy. The shotgun was flung out of his father's hands and he ran. Barret looked back to see his father attempting to fire the weapon that was no longer in his hands. He didn't look back again.
Description of Looks: Barret is a short man of about 5'6". The skin on his face and arms is deeply tanned, but the rest of his body is deathly pale due to the lack of exposure to the sun. He has dull, slate-colored eyes bereft of even the smallest inkling of emotion. His nose is slightly crooked and there is an unsightly scar running across the length of his right cheek. His jawline is strong and well-defined. His hair is a deep shade of brown and, at its finest moments, completely disheveled. It's nigh-impossible to figure out if it is curly or not due to the extreme magnitude of the tangles. He wears a brown-green cloak and scarf, which covers most of his upper body. He has dark-brown slacks which are caked with dirt. To finish off his stylish ensemble, he has a black cloth belt in which he conceals a small dagger.
Misc: He stutters when he speaks.
Pietro Kyrst
18
Human
Stage 4 morality
Pietro, who holds the title of "High Inquisitor", is business-like in his unfaltering cruelty towards those born with magic, and any human who might conspire with them.
The son of two of Christianity's most ruthless killers, Pietro was raised to hate Magic users from birth. An unfaltering loyalty to the cause of wiping out the flawed dregs of life was tested almost to the limit when it was revealed that Pietro's youngest sister was revealed as one of the Flawed. After allowing her to leave to be with her kind, Pietro and his troop secretly tracked her underground, killing hundreds of Flawed. Pietro, holding his sister, broke her neck like a twig.
Pietro is muscular and tall, weighing roughly 230 lbs. His hair is long and brown, the same color as his eyes. Over the left eye is the tattoo of a cross. He typically wears his uniform: white combat boots and trousers under a short, white cape.
Cannot see the color purple, and enjoys swimming.
Name Angelique Moreau
Age 20
Race Human
Morality Stage 6
Skills Knife wielding and throwing, Firearms, Oration
Personality Angelique does not believe in any religion, or government. She believes that the people have the right to self govern and is rather opinionated if given the chance to express herself on the matter.
Biography
Born in a small town in the Loire River valley of France, Angelique was placed, as a teenager, into a Catholic convent by necessity, because her father could not support the family. This experience had the effect of pushing her towards a lack of faith rather than Christianity. Of her time spent there Angelique would say, "it had been like the Valley of the Shadow of Death, and there are white scars on my soul, where ignorance and superstition burnt me with their hell fire in those stifling days". She attempted to run away, swimming across the river and hiked 17 miles where she met friends of her family who contacted her father and sent her back. She ran away again and never returned.
Angelique made her way in life by working as a seamstress and by selling flowers, she learned how to use a knife from an anarchist friend whom she had taken residence with in Paris. Her friend and his compatriots spoke out against the Church's involvement in the way people lived and the government for supporting the invasiveness of the Inquisition. Angelique believed in the system though and tried to moderate the groups activities with the voice of one who had no love for the church, but understood peoples need to cling to something. That was before the group attempted to protest the treatment of people simply for the idea that they might be Flawed, and the conditions that confessions of those people were gained under. Angelique still tried to believe in the system of the world, After the hanging of the Haymarket protesters however, she became an anarchist. "Till then I believed in the essential justice of the law, of trial by jury," she would later write in a protest essay, "After that I never could".
Angelique began wearing mens clothes, black ones in mourning for the death of what small faith she had left. She began taking action under pseudonyms by writing politically charged essays and Anarchist pamphlets. Angelique had disappeared from the world and in its place she had given them Le Loup
Description Blonde hair, worn short, grey eyes. She stands 5' 5" tall and weighs 107 pounds. Normally wears black pants and tunic, black hat and cloak. She carries several daggers and two pistols on her person at all times.
Name: Markus “The Templar” Draveur
Age: 24
Race: Human
Morality: Stage 2
Skills:
Sword and spear fighting and marital arts (He’s mastered 5 of them)
Personality:
Markus is only concerned with himself. He’ll do anything so long as he is compensated. He’s an arrogant, brash and indifferent person. If you’re not paying him, his target, or have something he wants he will ignore you. He doesn’t care who people are, so he doesn’t care about who hires him or who he kills. He never questions his customers’ reasons, he only asks about when he gets paid. He’s also very lively at parties, often getting drunk and obnoxiously hitting on any woman in sight.
Biography:
Spoiler:
He was the illegitimate son of a celibate priest and a farmer’s wife. The church quickly discovered the affair and sentenced both parents to death. He was decreed to be left in the woods for the wolves to devour. As the baby lay in the middle of a clearing the wolves came, drawn by the cries of the child. He was spared by a strange twist of fate. Raised by the wolves instead of butchered. The pack took him to their leader, a strange woman with seemingly magical powers.
Time passed, Markus grew, the woman had taught him to speak and of the world outside the forest. Markus was entranced by the tales of human civilization, so he decided to abandon his pack and seek a life among humans. He roamed the streets, and was quickly arrested by the church for theft. He was given a choice in prison. There was a particular group of what they called the Flawed that they wished for him to kill. He paid no attention to their reasoning, for all he wanted was his freedom. He accepted the deal.
He quickly became the church’s top Flawed hunter. The priests called him the templar, an honor bestowed upon the church’s most loyal killers. Markus did not care that he was killing people because the priests would shower him with praise. He was given extra portions at meals, and was well paid. This was all that mattered to him. He quickly learned of the priests’ lives and rituals, and would often visit merchants from the East to learn of their strange fighting arts.
The church was eventually burned down and all the priests were killed by a group of Flawed. Markus was the only survivor (as he had been with an Eastern merchant at the time). He quickly adapted to the life of a mercenary. He sold his killing skills to people on the street as he had once done for the church.
Description of Looks:
Markus is a brown haired, green-eyed man, standing at about 6” 7’. Markus is tall and eerily slender, seemingly possessing no muscle or fat. His weight is unknown, but we can assume he’s very light because of his skeleton-like appearance and his light footsteps. He wears a very stiff uniform. The top is a black long sleeved shirt with a red band going all the way up one side of his chest. The pants are dark grey with white bands around his knees. He carries four weapons on him on at all times, and all are relatively visible. Two straight swords on his hips, one lance strapped to his back, and a dagger attached to his left upper arm.
Misc.:
His calling card is removing his victim’s right thumb after he kills them.
In his spare time he prays for forgiveness, his motive for doing so is to have a clean slate so as to go to heaven (where he’ll have everything he wants).
Sleeps with his eyes open while sitting.
Name: Nuray Kemal
Age: 15
Race: Flawed
Morality: Stage 6
Type of power: Mind Reading
Personality: Nuray is a mischievous girl who doesn't care much about rules and such. To her, rules are just like a fence that is meant to be climbed over. She is stubborn and will do what she wants, even if it results in pain. She is kind to those she thinks deserve kindness; to the rest she remains aloof, not caring much about them. Ironically she doesn't like being thought bad of, though she only admits this to herself and would never dare admit it aloud.
Biography: Nuray was born to a middle-class family of two parents and five older brothers. Unknowingly, her father had passed her the gene that would eventually classify her as a Flawed. She grew up like a normal girl, albeit a tomboy, as could be expected with five older brothers. On her thirteeth birthday, her powers came forth when she accidently caused her older brother to be thrown against a wall when he angered her. At first her family brushed the incident off, blaming their son for somehow flying back five feet. Incidents like this continued though, and Nuray herself realized that there were things that she could do without even moving from where she stood.
Realizing there was something wrong with their girl, their parents tried all sorts of ways to rectify their daughter's behaviour, not realizing there wasn't actually anything they could do about it. They took turns blaming her, each other, as well as blaming their sons, asking what sins they could have performed for God to be punishing them as He was. When Nuray mentioned the possibility that perhaps God Himself had intented her to be the way she was, she received a sound caning and was told never to mention such words again.
Though she did not mention 'such' words again, she did rebel against her parents by moving things around and reading their minds and telling them exactly what they were thinking. Reading minds wasn't as much fun as she thought it would be; she knew exactly what her once loving family thought of her. She didn't like it; the thoughts scarred her worse than when she would get beaten for using her powers. Before turning fourteen, she ran away from her parents' house, though not before leaving a message for them, in which she reminded them that they were the ones who helped make her, so if they were going to blame anyone for Nuray's 'curse', it should be themselves.
Description of Looks: Nuray is about 5 ft tall and weighs around 95 lbs. She has messy dark brown hair that reaches mid-back, usually hastily tied with a ragged brown ribbon. Her skin used to be quite fair, though now tanned from being out in the sun. Her eyes are big and dark, by far her best feature, framed by thick black lashes. Her lips are small and dark pink, with a scar at the right side of her bottom lip from when she had gotten slapped, otherwise marring the perfect mouth. Her arms and back both have scars from where her father hand used the cane on her.
She wears dark brown pants and what was once a white but now grey shirt. Both are rather raggedy. She also has a brown woolen shawl that she stole from her mother before leaving, which she uses against the cold as well as a blanket at night. Shoes having been worn out, she walks barefoot.
Misc: Nuray likes climbing up and sitting on high places. She also tends to cry, but only when she is certain she is alone.
Name: Adel Ledger
Age: 17
Race: Flawed
Morality: Level five~
Power: Mind Control
Personality: Adel is rather pessimistic, and doesn’t ever hold back her pessimism. She’s a liar, but she’s also blunt; she’ll tell it like it is no matter the situation. Half the time what she says is spoken without a second thought, and it’s never very nice. She doesn't like the rules, but she's lazy enough to not care about whether or not they're changed. She doesn't like fighting, but she'll join in reluctantly if she's needed.
Biography: As a child, Adel was given everything she desired. Her parents loved her more than they loved themselves, and were determined to make her perfect. As a result of their high expectations, Adel was constantly under pressure, and never had time for anything like friends. One of the many her parents tried to drill into her was religion. They taught her the sick ways of their religion, and forced her to practice these ways. At this point, Adel was only eight, and couldn’t do much to break free of her sickening lifestyle. She loved her parents too much to say anything against it, and was too small to make an impact on anyone if she spoke up. When Adel was about ten, she began to neglect her studies, instead concentrating on her religion more. It wasn’t that she was starting to enjoy it; she wanted more information on it. She told no one of what she was doing, and stayed undercover for the longest time because of this. She gathered all kinds of things – how the religion began, who started it, and information on “The Flawed”, a foreign term to her at that time.
The day before her thirteenth, Adel’s parents discovered her notes, and she was punished through violence. They burned her whole room to crisps, and Adel lost everything precious to her. Keeping her in a small, one-window room, they fed her twice a day, though what she got wasn’t much of a meal; it wasn’t long before she’d be hungry again. About six months after the beginning of her imprisonment, Adel began to notice subtle differences in her mind. It felt as if she wasn’t the only one in her mind, like little lights had turned on all around. Instinct taking over, she grasped mentally at the one closest, and switched that person’s wants with her own. A few minutes later, her bedroom door swung open, unlocked by her father, who wore a blank expression upon his face, and Adel was free. She shot out of the room and ran towards a new life.
Description: Long, thick lashes framing very light brown eyes. Her skin is tanner than most, with shoulder length, straight, black hair to match. She’s about 5’5”, with a slender frame. She has a few shirts, but she normally wears a thin, long-sleeved, tight fitting, black one. Often seen with a pair of calf-high, combat styled boots on, and dark blue denim jeans that are ragged at the bottom and ripped around the knees.
Misc.: Her shirt has a tiny, pale pink flower at the bottom, she's deathly afraid of clowns, and she loves explosions.
Name: Albert Cross
Age 93
Race Human
Morality Stage 5
Type of power: Albert carries a cane sword (sword inside a cane?). The tip of the cane contains an explosive pellet inside of it, which Albert can use as a last resort. He's pretty profficient in using it, and he's pretty tough but most of his strength comes from the number of Church troops he commands. (Which is a lot).
Personality Albert...looks down upon others. Human or flawed. He believes all flawed are
monstrosities that have to be dealt with. On the other hand, he grows tired of all the brats trying to ignore the rules and laws. That said, Albert is also very senile. You tend to be when you're a dinosaur.
Biography Albert has been around for a while. Nowadays though, he just misses the good old days where rules were abided and there were no disgusting creatures roaming the earth. Choosing to fight the flawed was his choice to join the lesser of two evils.
Description of Looks: He's very old, and wrinkly and has that old person smell. He has silver grey hair and a very distinguished long silver beard. He usually wears a white robe and carries a wooden cane as well as wears a monocle.
Misc. ...
Name :
Lux Ferre Angelaes Yorkaster
Age :
17
Race :
Flawed
Morality :
Level 5
Type of power :
Telepathy
Personality :
Lux is very sassy and intelligent. Her looks give the impression of innocence, but she's more street smart than most adults. Lux is brutally honest, and loves to break hearts. She's manipulative and spoils herself whenever possible. She's in it all for herself and she doesn't want anyone in her way. She always goes in for the bigger kills and she's not afraid to hurt people. To Lux, normal people are disposable and usable. She doesn't consider people's feelings in situations; just her benefit. Her selfish behavior has gotten her into quite a few street fights before.
Biography :
Lux grew up in a fairly wealthy household. Her parents treated well, and for that she was always on good behavior with her parents.
Since she was young, though, she was always kept indoors. She was a sickly child. A sickly child with awkward people skills. She was home schooled and learned from her mother when possible. Most other times she learned on her own, devouring books from her library at home.
As Lux grew older, she started to dramatically change. She got closer to being a teenager, Lux started to act out towards her parents. Her parents thought it was because of her becoming a 'young lady' at first. Then things got worse. Unexplainable occurrences started to happen. She started getting more violent and started to talk to herself all the time. She started to know things that weren't stated out loud... Her parents kept hearing her demanding thoughts in their head, and it started to drive them insane. She also started growing weaker and weaker. She didn't sleep for a long time, and her skin started to pale. Her eyes lost most of their colour, until they turned to an orange-pink colour, as did her hair, which turned to a whiteblonde. Soon her father looked into the situation, and then came across the conclusion that their daughter was one of the 'Flawed'. After lashing out against her and putting in his two cents of torture, he locked her away. He never told his wife the true reason for locking her up in the mental asylum, just a lie that she needed to 'go away for a little while and heal'.
Lux's life in the mental asylum did her no good. She began to hate her father as she concluded that he didn't love her anymore, just because she was different. She pitied her mother but also grew to hate her because of her ignorance. The nurses in the asylum treated her differently too. Her hate for her parents grew to hate towards all people. She tortured the nurses in the asylum with her ability to get into people's heads. Many of the workers around her quit. Others didn't last long. Soon, she was so unguarded she was able to escape.
Lux fled to the streets and lived there for a good four years. She made a living for herself dealing illegal items, working for a smaller branch of the Black Market. The people she worked for gave her a home and she worked for her food and clothing. In her work, she met up with some others of her kind and that's how she ended up with the Flawed.
Description of Looks : Shimmery whiteblonde hair adorns her head and pale pink-orange eyes stare out at the cruel world in front of her. She's often judged by her odd looks by people and so she gets into many conflicts. (She hates people who assume like they know everything.)
Lux is very lanky. She's average height, 5'8, and 115 pounds. Her skin is pale white, almost like her hair. She has many scars scattered around her body from her father's lashings after he found out she was flawed.
Misc.
Lux is also judged because of her name most of the time. Lux Ferre is derived from Latin, 'Lux' meaning 'light', Ferre meaning 'to bring'. It was originally supposed to be associated with Venus, the Morning Star. Later it became associated with Lucifer.
Two or three hundred years ago, the same exact problem reached Xylitol. The Christians destroyed all of the people cursed with these powers. Except for one – a thirteen-year-old girl, who escaped death by hiding in a cellar during the destruction, scavenging what little food she could. She emerged from the cellar three years later, highly underfed and sick. Even after being hospitalised for a long while, the girl was still never one hundred percent healthy, always walking weakly and falling asleep unpredictably. In her twenties, she met a wealthy, Christian man. He had grown up to loathe people like her, and so she kept her “powers” a secret. Two children came from her womb; she died shortly after the second one was born. The firstborn child grew normally, and her father loved and cherished her as if she was a million dollars.
The younger one was not as lucky. Resembling his mother with pale, sallow skin, liquid brown eyes, and brown hair so dark it looked black, he was cursed with the same flaw as her, and often described it this way. As soon as his powers began to show, his father killed him, disgusted with the monstrosity he had created, and satisfied that it was gone. He and his daughter lived on peacefully, no signs of the power showing in the girl. However, the girl had acquired the gene, just not to the same extreme as the boy. As a result, the gene was passed along harmlessly until thirty-seven years ago, when it made a booming reappearance.
The gene? Magic. The power of telekinesis and either mind control, telepathy, mind reading, or visions. Murder and torture in the worst way. The name of this race? The Flawed. They’re just a small group of people, but don’t feel reassured. They all feel compelled to destroy things; the more they do, the more powerful they become. There’s a catch to this, though – The Flawed, technically, are humans. They contain human cells, and have human needs. They tire out eventually. Due to poor living conditions for them, their bodies are neglected. Don’t think that they could just use magic to wreak havoc, and never tire. In order to get the strength and energy they need to live, they need to rely on the strength that is already theirs, their wits, and technology.
The Christians are ready. They’re prepared to kill. In order to live peacefully, without constantly looking behind your back to make sure no one has a knife raised in your honour, they must be eliminated.
And only The Flawed can do it.
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Character Template:
Name (First and Last)
Age (13-26)
Race (Human or Flawed)
Morality (We'll be using Kohlberg's Scale for this. See Spoiler below)
Type of power (Telepathy, Mind control, Mind reading, Visions)
Personality
Biography (About your past)
Description of Looks (Absolutely NO pictures)
Misc.
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Hints & Commandments:
-Here's the Spoiler for Kohlberg's Scale of Morality. ._.
Stage 1- punishment. What is "bad" is what gets you punished.
Stage 2- naive reward. What is "good" is what gets you rewarded.
Stage 3- Social norms. Your actions are based on the approval of others. Conformity.
Stage 4- Authority. Right and wrong is determined by laws.
Stage 5- Social Contract. You accept the laws, but realize they are flawed.
Stage 6- You realize that the laws are flawed, and you rebel to change them.
Depending on which Morality stage you're at, it may be harder to obtain energy.
-The age you realize that you are one of the flawed is thirteen.
-You can die if you lose enough energy. Destruction is food to us.
-You can't be invincible. Just die. >_>
-We need humans AND Flawed.
-Post your profile in the OOC thread, please.
-Although the year is 1402, this is a different world we're in. There are guns, bombs and such; as well as swords and arrows.
-The Flawed ALL have Telekinesis. That means basically that you can move things with your mind.
-The only power we have, is the telekinesis, power to send electric currents through things and people, and whatever mental power that one has. Nothing else.
-The Flawed have a secret meeting place underground. This is where the story begins, and where we go for a safe haven.
-The Underground can only be opened if a Flawed using telekinesis to move the objects over the manhole. They're much too heavy for a human. And, the manhole is in a dark ally. So no, the humans won't see unless they're in the ally.
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People:
Name: Lucy Alice Quinn
Age: 18
Race: Flawed.
Morality:Level Six.
Type of power:Telepathy.
Personality: Lucy Alice for the most part is a person that rarely speaks unless spoken to, but does indeed make comments. When she's replying to you, she may seem a bit blunt, and perhaps a little rude, however she doesn't try to be that way. Lucy simply feels that honesty is the best policy; And people shouldn't be lied to.m Lucy can easily be your worst enemy, but may consider you a friend even if you can't see it. Lucy can be easily irked by stupidity, and has little patience for people who lack knowledge on certain subjects. Lucy is very in-tact with nature, and will scream at you if you dare to harm a plant or animal in any way whatsoever.
Biography: Lucy was born into a semi-well off family, which happened to be quite religious indeed. Her mother was Flawed, secretly, never letting her abilities or race slip out into the open. The town always thought that Mrs. Quinn was a normal, respectable woman, that had a prejudice for the Flawed just as the rest of them. Not even her husband knew of her secret, and he was the most trustworthy person she was close to. On Lucy's thirteenth birthday, Lucy hadn't been feeling so well. Her head ached and her hands quivered, so they kept her in bed for the next week. A month of her illness passed, and her father was sitting on the edge of her bed. "Poor thing.." He cooed, stroking his beloved daughters hair, for he loved her more than his wife, more than his life, more than his afterlife. Lucy lay still, frightened, thinking that just maybe she'd die. Suddenly, her icy eyes blinked, and electric currents were running through them. Her father double took, and glared at her irises, observing the unusual appearance.Isn't this a sign of...? He thought to himself, jumping up from the bed and staring rudely at Lucy. "Uhm, is something wrong?" She asked him desperately, a worry line creasing on her pale face. "Monstrosity..." he mumbled to himself instantly taking off down the stairs. "What have I created? What have I nurtured?" The questions flew from his mouth in whispers and hisses. His wife Annabella looked at him fearfully, having a thought of what this was about. Fear struck through her body, and she glanced at his face twice, unable to stare into his murderous eyes. "W-Why is our child showing signs of Flaw?" He spit, getting closer to the wife he loved so dearly, only ten minutes ago. "Not sure." She then clutched the wall she was pressed against, now staring her husband straight in the eye. Her eyes were similar to Lucy's only without the currents. The same gorgeous electric blue was in her eyes though, and only now did Giles, (her husband) realize what it meant. "You...?" He gasped, running a pulsing hand through his dark curly hair. "You tainted our child. You ruined our Lucy. My Lucy." He shouted, throwing Annabella to the floor and punching a hole through the wall. Hearing the horrific sounds coming from downstairs, Lucy tip toed through the house, and peered at the violence from behind the corner. Was her father murdering her mother? Yes. He was. Lucy gasped at the knife that slid across the floor, red liquid smeared onto it's blade. Hours later, -she'd heard and watched most of the event- Lucy was in the cellar, where her father had placed -or rather shoved- her, to keep her captive during his plotting. When he was sure what he would do with Lucy, he casually walked down the stairs, the weapon that had killed Annabella clutched in his left fist. He held it to Lucy's neck, and hissed, "Tell anyone of what I have done, and what I am now doing, and I swear to God you shall die and burn in hell. Get out." He grabbed her wrist and forced her up the stairs, out the front door, unable to kill his daughter. "Remember my words. Forget my face." He spat, politely closing the door and disappearing.
Lucy has lived alone since then, cursed with memories, unable to keep her fathers wish. Forget my face. Yes, she forgot the loving, tender expression he once had, but could only remember the true face of her father. A face that would make Satan, even, cower in the presence of.
Description of Looks: Thin black hair, which is often pulled into two pigtails that dangle just above her shoulders. Her eyes have the electric currents running through them, which become more and more defined when she uses her telepathy, telekinesis, or electrokinesis. Her skin is a snowy white, due to her being unusually annoyed by the sun, she often sleeps during the day. Her hands are quite small, with blue veins clear under her skin. Lucy's fingers are long, perfect for piano playing, and her nails are kept short. Her face has a very feminine jaw line, with high cheek bones and baby pink lips. Her body is slender with average curves, that any other woman would have. Her chest is a bit larger than normal, but she's ashamed by that fact. She has long legs and large feet, which are covered normally by simple worn boots, that make her 5'7 height seem just a bit taller.
Misc: Lucy Alice enjoys a drink every now and then, preferably red wine, and is an unusually heavy smoker. Aware of the effects, Lucy really doesn't intend on quitting any time soon. She carries two pistols with her at all times, and a dagger in her left boot. Right handed.
Name: Barret Archere
Age: 16
Race: Flawed
Morality: Stage 3.
Type of power: Mind Reading.
Personality: Barret is the epitome of the word conformist. Before doing anything, he MUST know that it's okay with those around him. If it's not, he might do it wrong. If he does it wrong, he might be left alone again. Thus, the existince of other people validate his own existence. He is nothing without people to tell him what to do; he is a follower and will never be anything more than that.
He maintains an ever-stoic demeanor because his emotions aren't what are important. What matters to him are the emotions of others. What he feels is never important enough to express. He reads situations through the facial expressions and actions of others. He is rendered unable to even think without anyone else around him. He is insignificant. The only people who matter are those who would lower themselves to his level and associate with a being such as him.
Biography: Barret was born into poverty. His family carried the magic gene, but none other than him felt the effects. Until he turned thirteen, they hadn't even realized they carried what they considered to be an abomination. On his thirteenth birthday when his powers surfaced, they hid him from the real world. They came to hate him; they beat him, they cut him, they broke his limbs and scarred his face. They didn't, however, kill him. They loved him as a child, and that attachment stopped them from killing him. Instead, they just locked him away from society.
Every day they assaulted him with insults and questions about why he couldn't be the son they wanted him to be. They cried, they screamed and they went insane. Barret himself was long-since afflicted with insanity, which may have saved him during his time of captivity. He thought himself to be the one at fault. His parents-- his loving, considerate parents-- would have no reason to treat him as such unless he had done something terrible. This was how he reasoned his way through his hellish life until the day of his 15th birthday.
The day was different from any other. His parents woke him as they normally would, that is, with harsh insults, but on this day, they were smiling. Not the wan smiles they usually displayed in his presence, but a menacing grin. They seemed to realize the mistakes they had made and they apologized. Barret began to shed tears of happiness. His parents had finally forgiven him for doing whatever it was that he had done. He didn't seem to realize that they were still addressing him by terms like "Abomination" or "Terrible child."
For the first time in two years, he left the cellar. He staggered from the intense sunlight, as he was used to living his life in complete darkness. He stood for a minute, eyes closed, and cried. After a short time, he felt his eyes had properly adjusted and he opened them to meet his parents' eyes proudly for the first time in years. Instead, he met their maniacal smiles and a shotgun. "We love you, son," they said.
At this moment, his instincts as one of the Flawed kicked in and his eyes flashed with energy. The shotgun was flung out of his father's hands and he ran. Barret looked back to see his father attempting to fire the weapon that was no longer in his hands. He didn't look back again.
Description of Looks: Barret is a short man of about 5'6". The skin on his face and arms is deeply tanned, but the rest of his body is deathly pale due to the lack of exposure to the sun. He has dull, slate-colored eyes bereft of even the smallest inkling of emotion. His nose is slightly crooked and there is an unsightly scar running across the length of his right cheek. His jawline is strong and well-defined. His hair is a deep shade of brown and, at its finest moments, completely disheveled. It's nigh-impossible to figure out if it is curly or not due to the extreme magnitude of the tangles. He wears a brown-green cloak and scarf, which covers most of his upper body. He has dark-brown slacks which are caked with dirt. To finish off his stylish ensemble, he has a black cloth belt in which he conceals a small dagger.
Misc: He stutters when he speaks.
Pietro Kyrst
18
Human
Stage 4 morality
Pietro, who holds the title of "High Inquisitor", is business-like in his unfaltering cruelty towards those born with magic, and any human who might conspire with them.
The son of two of Christianity's most ruthless killers, Pietro was raised to hate Magic users from birth. An unfaltering loyalty to the cause of wiping out the flawed dregs of life was tested almost to the limit when it was revealed that Pietro's youngest sister was revealed as one of the Flawed. After allowing her to leave to be with her kind, Pietro and his troop secretly tracked her underground, killing hundreds of Flawed. Pietro, holding his sister, broke her neck like a twig.
Pietro is muscular and tall, weighing roughly 230 lbs. His hair is long and brown, the same color as his eyes. Over the left eye is the tattoo of a cross. He typically wears his uniform: white combat boots and trousers under a short, white cape.
Cannot see the color purple, and enjoys swimming.
Name Angelique Moreau
Age 20
Race Human
Morality Stage 6
Skills Knife wielding and throwing, Firearms, Oration
Personality Angelique does not believe in any religion, or government. She believes that the people have the right to self govern and is rather opinionated if given the chance to express herself on the matter.
Biography
Born in a small town in the Loire River valley of France, Angelique was placed, as a teenager, into a Catholic convent by necessity, because her father could not support the family. This experience had the effect of pushing her towards a lack of faith rather than Christianity. Of her time spent there Angelique would say, "it had been like the Valley of the Shadow of Death, and there are white scars on my soul, where ignorance and superstition burnt me with their hell fire in those stifling days". She attempted to run away, swimming across the river and hiked 17 miles where she met friends of her family who contacted her father and sent her back. She ran away again and never returned.
Angelique made her way in life by working as a seamstress and by selling flowers, she learned how to use a knife from an anarchist friend whom she had taken residence with in Paris. Her friend and his compatriots spoke out against the Church's involvement in the way people lived and the government for supporting the invasiveness of the Inquisition. Angelique believed in the system though and tried to moderate the groups activities with the voice of one who had no love for the church, but understood peoples need to cling to something. That was before the group attempted to protest the treatment of people simply for the idea that they might be Flawed, and the conditions that confessions of those people were gained under. Angelique still tried to believe in the system of the world, After the hanging of the Haymarket protesters however, she became an anarchist. "Till then I believed in the essential justice of the law, of trial by jury," she would later write in a protest essay, "After that I never could".
Angelique began wearing mens clothes, black ones in mourning for the death of what small faith she had left. She began taking action under pseudonyms by writing politically charged essays and Anarchist pamphlets. Angelique had disappeared from the world and in its place she had given them Le Loup
Description Blonde hair, worn short, grey eyes. She stands 5' 5" tall and weighs 107 pounds. Normally wears black pants and tunic, black hat and cloak. She carries several daggers and two pistols on her person at all times.
Name: Markus “The Templar” Draveur
Age: 24
Race: Human
Morality: Stage 2
Skills:
Sword and spear fighting and marital arts (He’s mastered 5 of them)
Personality:
Markus is only concerned with himself. He’ll do anything so long as he is compensated. He’s an arrogant, brash and indifferent person. If you’re not paying him, his target, or have something he wants he will ignore you. He doesn’t care who people are, so he doesn’t care about who hires him or who he kills. He never questions his customers’ reasons, he only asks about when he gets paid. He’s also very lively at parties, often getting drunk and obnoxiously hitting on any woman in sight.
Biography:
Spoiler:
He was the illegitimate son of a celibate priest and a farmer’s wife. The church quickly discovered the affair and sentenced both parents to death. He was decreed to be left in the woods for the wolves to devour. As the baby lay in the middle of a clearing the wolves came, drawn by the cries of the child. He was spared by a strange twist of fate. Raised by the wolves instead of butchered. The pack took him to their leader, a strange woman with seemingly magical powers.
Time passed, Markus grew, the woman had taught him to speak and of the world outside the forest. Markus was entranced by the tales of human civilization, so he decided to abandon his pack and seek a life among humans. He roamed the streets, and was quickly arrested by the church for theft. He was given a choice in prison. There was a particular group of what they called the Flawed that they wished for him to kill. He paid no attention to their reasoning, for all he wanted was his freedom. He accepted the deal.
He quickly became the church’s top Flawed hunter. The priests called him the templar, an honor bestowed upon the church’s most loyal killers. Markus did not care that he was killing people because the priests would shower him with praise. He was given extra portions at meals, and was well paid. This was all that mattered to him. He quickly learned of the priests’ lives and rituals, and would often visit merchants from the East to learn of their strange fighting arts.
The church was eventually burned down and all the priests were killed by a group of Flawed. Markus was the only survivor (as he had been with an Eastern merchant at the time). He quickly adapted to the life of a mercenary. He sold his killing skills to people on the street as he had once done for the church.
Description of Looks:
Markus is a brown haired, green-eyed man, standing at about 6” 7’. Markus is tall and eerily slender, seemingly possessing no muscle or fat. His weight is unknown, but we can assume he’s very light because of his skeleton-like appearance and his light footsteps. He wears a very stiff uniform. The top is a black long sleeved shirt with a red band going all the way up one side of his chest. The pants are dark grey with white bands around his knees. He carries four weapons on him on at all times, and all are relatively visible. Two straight swords on his hips, one lance strapped to his back, and a dagger attached to his left upper arm.
Misc.:
His calling card is removing his victim’s right thumb after he kills them.
In his spare time he prays for forgiveness, his motive for doing so is to have a clean slate so as to go to heaven (where he’ll have everything he wants).
Sleeps with his eyes open while sitting.
Name: Nuray Kemal
Age: 15
Race: Flawed
Morality: Stage 6
Type of power: Mind Reading
Personality: Nuray is a mischievous girl who doesn't care much about rules and such. To her, rules are just like a fence that is meant to be climbed over. She is stubborn and will do what she wants, even if it results in pain. She is kind to those she thinks deserve kindness; to the rest she remains aloof, not caring much about them. Ironically she doesn't like being thought bad of, though she only admits this to herself and would never dare admit it aloud.
Biography: Nuray was born to a middle-class family of two parents and five older brothers. Unknowingly, her father had passed her the gene that would eventually classify her as a Flawed. She grew up like a normal girl, albeit a tomboy, as could be expected with five older brothers. On her thirteeth birthday, her powers came forth when she accidently caused her older brother to be thrown against a wall when he angered her. At first her family brushed the incident off, blaming their son for somehow flying back five feet. Incidents like this continued though, and Nuray herself realized that there were things that she could do without even moving from where she stood.
Realizing there was something wrong with their girl, their parents tried all sorts of ways to rectify their daughter's behaviour, not realizing there wasn't actually anything they could do about it. They took turns blaming her, each other, as well as blaming their sons, asking what sins they could have performed for God to be punishing them as He was. When Nuray mentioned the possibility that perhaps God Himself had intented her to be the way she was, she received a sound caning and was told never to mention such words again.
Though she did not mention 'such' words again, she did rebel against her parents by moving things around and reading their minds and telling them exactly what they were thinking. Reading minds wasn't as much fun as she thought it would be; she knew exactly what her once loving family thought of her. She didn't like it; the thoughts scarred her worse than when she would get beaten for using her powers. Before turning fourteen, she ran away from her parents' house, though not before leaving a message for them, in which she reminded them that they were the ones who helped make her, so if they were going to blame anyone for Nuray's 'curse', it should be themselves.
Description of Looks: Nuray is about 5 ft tall and weighs around 95 lbs. She has messy dark brown hair that reaches mid-back, usually hastily tied with a ragged brown ribbon. Her skin used to be quite fair, though now tanned from being out in the sun. Her eyes are big and dark, by far her best feature, framed by thick black lashes. Her lips are small and dark pink, with a scar at the right side of her bottom lip from when she had gotten slapped, otherwise marring the perfect mouth. Her arms and back both have scars from where her father hand used the cane on her.
She wears dark brown pants and what was once a white but now grey shirt. Both are rather raggedy. She also has a brown woolen shawl that she stole from her mother before leaving, which she uses against the cold as well as a blanket at night. Shoes having been worn out, she walks barefoot.
Misc: Nuray likes climbing up and sitting on high places. She also tends to cry, but only when she is certain she is alone.
Name: Adel Ledger
Age: 17
Race: Flawed
Morality: Level five~
Power: Mind Control
Personality: Adel is rather pessimistic, and doesn’t ever hold back her pessimism. She’s a liar, but she’s also blunt; she’ll tell it like it is no matter the situation. Half the time what she says is spoken without a second thought, and it’s never very nice. She doesn't like the rules, but she's lazy enough to not care about whether or not they're changed. She doesn't like fighting, but she'll join in reluctantly if she's needed.
Biography: As a child, Adel was given everything she desired. Her parents loved her more than they loved themselves, and were determined to make her perfect. As a result of their high expectations, Adel was constantly under pressure, and never had time for anything like friends. One of the many her parents tried to drill into her was religion. They taught her the sick ways of their religion, and forced her to practice these ways. At this point, Adel was only eight, and couldn’t do much to break free of her sickening lifestyle. She loved her parents too much to say anything against it, and was too small to make an impact on anyone if she spoke up. When Adel was about ten, she began to neglect her studies, instead concentrating on her religion more. It wasn’t that she was starting to enjoy it; she wanted more information on it. She told no one of what she was doing, and stayed undercover for the longest time because of this. She gathered all kinds of things – how the religion began, who started it, and information on “The Flawed”, a foreign term to her at that time.
The day before her thirteenth, Adel’s parents discovered her notes, and she was punished through violence. They burned her whole room to crisps, and Adel lost everything precious to her. Keeping her in a small, one-window room, they fed her twice a day, though what she got wasn’t much of a meal; it wasn’t long before she’d be hungry again. About six months after the beginning of her imprisonment, Adel began to notice subtle differences in her mind. It felt as if she wasn’t the only one in her mind, like little lights had turned on all around. Instinct taking over, she grasped mentally at the one closest, and switched that person’s wants with her own. A few minutes later, her bedroom door swung open, unlocked by her father, who wore a blank expression upon his face, and Adel was free. She shot out of the room and ran towards a new life.
Description: Long, thick lashes framing very light brown eyes. Her skin is tanner than most, with shoulder length, straight, black hair to match. She’s about 5’5”, with a slender frame. She has a few shirts, but she normally wears a thin, long-sleeved, tight fitting, black one. Often seen with a pair of calf-high, combat styled boots on, and dark blue denim jeans that are ragged at the bottom and ripped around the knees.
Misc.: Her shirt has a tiny, pale pink flower at the bottom, she's deathly afraid of clowns, and she loves explosions.
Name: Albert Cross
Age 93
Race Human
Morality Stage 5
Type of power: Albert carries a cane sword (sword inside a cane?). The tip of the cane contains an explosive pellet inside of it, which Albert can use as a last resort. He's pretty profficient in using it, and he's pretty tough but most of his strength comes from the number of Church troops he commands. (Which is a lot).
Personality Albert...looks down upon others. Human or flawed. He believes all flawed are
monstrosities that have to be dealt with. On the other hand, he grows tired of all the brats trying to ignore the rules and laws. That said, Albert is also very senile. You tend to be when you're a dinosaur.
Biography Albert has been around for a while. Nowadays though, he just misses the good old days where rules were abided and there were no disgusting creatures roaming the earth. Choosing to fight the flawed was his choice to join the lesser of two evils.
Description of Looks: He's very old, and wrinkly and has that old person smell. He has silver grey hair and a very distinguished long silver beard. He usually wears a white robe and carries a wooden cane as well as wears a monocle.
Misc. ...
Name :
Lux Ferre Angelaes Yorkaster
Age :
17
Race :
Flawed
Morality :
Level 5
Type of power :
Telepathy
Personality :
Lux is very sassy and intelligent. Her looks give the impression of innocence, but she's more street smart than most adults. Lux is brutally honest, and loves to break hearts. She's manipulative and spoils herself whenever possible. She's in it all for herself and she doesn't want anyone in her way. She always goes in for the bigger kills and she's not afraid to hurt people. To Lux, normal people are disposable and usable. She doesn't consider people's feelings in situations; just her benefit. Her selfish behavior has gotten her into quite a few street fights before.
Biography :
Lux grew up in a fairly wealthy household. Her parents treated well, and for that she was always on good behavior with her parents.
Since she was young, though, she was always kept indoors. She was a sickly child. A sickly child with awkward people skills. She was home schooled and learned from her mother when possible. Most other times she learned on her own, devouring books from her library at home.
As Lux grew older, she started to dramatically change. She got closer to being a teenager, Lux started to act out towards her parents. Her parents thought it was because of her becoming a 'young lady' at first. Then things got worse. Unexplainable occurrences started to happen. She started getting more violent and started to talk to herself all the time. She started to know things that weren't stated out loud... Her parents kept hearing her demanding thoughts in their head, and it started to drive them insane. She also started growing weaker and weaker. She didn't sleep for a long time, and her skin started to pale. Her eyes lost most of their colour, until they turned to an orange-pink colour, as did her hair, which turned to a whiteblonde. Soon her father looked into the situation, and then came across the conclusion that their daughter was one of the 'Flawed'. After lashing out against her and putting in his two cents of torture, he locked her away. He never told his wife the true reason for locking her up in the mental asylum, just a lie that she needed to 'go away for a little while and heal'.
Lux's life in the mental asylum did her no good. She began to hate her father as she concluded that he didn't love her anymore, just because she was different. She pitied her mother but also grew to hate her because of her ignorance. The nurses in the asylum treated her differently too. Her hate for her parents grew to hate towards all people. She tortured the nurses in the asylum with her ability to get into people's heads. Many of the workers around her quit. Others didn't last long. Soon, she was so unguarded she was able to escape.
Lux fled to the streets and lived there for a good four years. She made a living for herself dealing illegal items, working for a smaller branch of the Black Market. The people she worked for gave her a home and she worked for her food and clothing. In her work, she met up with some others of her kind and that's how she ended up with the Flawed.
Description of Looks : Shimmery whiteblonde hair adorns her head and pale pink-orange eyes stare out at the cruel world in front of her. She's often judged by her odd looks by people and so she gets into many conflicts. (She hates people who assume like they know everything.)
Lux is very lanky. She's average height, 5'8, and 115 pounds. Her skin is pale white, almost like her hair. She has many scars scattered around her body from her father's lashings after he found out she was flawed.
Misc.
Lux is also judged because of her name most of the time. Lux Ferre is derived from Latin, 'Lux' meaning 'light', Ferre meaning 'to bring'. It was originally supposed to be associated with Venus, the Morning Star. Later it became associated with Lucifer.