"I'm so tired." A young girl muttered to herself, blinking her eyes in the bright sunlight as she arrived at school. "And its freezi-" She started to say and a small, creepy smile crept across her face and she imagine fur spreading over her arms. "Ah, much better." Feyth said, rubbing her now warm arms. That was Feyth, the freak shape-shifter. She had only been told what she was a few weeks ago, when she had gotten a letter saying:

Dear Feyth,

You have been chosen to join a specialized skill for people with your types of abilities. You are a shape-shifter, as we have discovered after watching you for months. Of course, you don't know this, we find this out specially, but please, enclosed into the letter is the form, please fill it out and return the letter to the mailing adress. Your cl*censored* schedule is inside, your parents have been contacted. We will see you on the first of September at 8:00.

-Headmaster.

So here Feyth was, on the first of September, holding a crumbled letter in her pale hand. She glanced at it once more, to make sure she was going to the right place. When she had gotten the letter, she had spoken with her parents. She was thrilled and angry at the same time. How could her loving parents make her leave her friends and go to some stuck-up rich school. When they wouldn't budge, she eased into the idea of going and started to figure out how to shape shift. She looked it up as a joke online and had been surprised to see that there were actually sites for shape-shifting. Of course, they all pertained to the ANIMORPH book series, but they were still useful. She had practiced from that day since.

"Alright, let's do this." the fur on her arms retreated from where they were and Feyth slowly walked up to the front gate of the school where she showed the id they had sent her and then she walked in.

As per usual, Violet was busy sitting on her own in the forest, doodling in her sketchbook. The gloomy darkness didn't really bother her, however cliche it seemed. To be honest, being alone in the windy woods with nothing but her, the wind and the animals seemed like a great deal of fun. Or at least, entertainment. Stifling a smile she thought about how so many hikers traipsed through these woods trying to find the various wildlife, when all they had to do was sit still and sit quiet. Putting down her pencil Violet frowned at her most recent drawing. It was a skeletal beast of some sort, perhaps a large cat, and shading it in subtly, Violet had managed to make it seem as if its eyes were glowing. Her lips twitched into a frown and she erased the offending image quickly, removing all trace of it from the white paper. Hit too close to home, she thought with a sigh, touching the small pouch at her neck gently. It rattled slightly as her hand closed around it. Slipping in slim white fingers she delved around in the bag until she came out with small white ob
ject. Rolling it around in her fingers Violet clenched a fist tightly around it and whispered under her breath, shutting her eyes. 

Her hand glowed a odd pulsing black, which seemed to have a light of its own despite the color. Traces of red glimmered around her fingers as Violet concetrated fiercely. In a heartbeat she felt something snap within her and she dropped the ob
ject quickly into the soft dirt, gazing at it intently. The item flashed brightly before it shuddered and sunk into the ground. Small tremors and cracks appeared around the disappearance site as Violet's own body shook slightly. Holding in her breath, blue eyes wide, she watched as a wing poked its way through the earth, ghostly black feathers trailing feather-like wisps of shadow. Another wing broke free on the other side, followed quickly by a bird's head and the rest of its body. Shaking its wings the bird croaked and opened its eyes, revealing two hollow sockets filled with a ruby flame where eyes should have been. Holding out her free hand Violet smiled and waited as the bird hopped onto her solemnly, eyes whirling as it took in its surroundings. "Hey Garrett," she whispered gently, nudging his head with her thumb. Letting out a soft burble the crow brushed his feathered crown against her hand before fluttering to her shoulder, settling down there with a grunt and creak of old bones.

It was then that the letter came, flittered down from the trees as if it had wings of its own. Blinking her eyes Violet watched open-mouthed as it landed on the very spot Garrett had just climbed out of, making a soft crackling noise as it hit the dirt. Moving slowly Violet reached out and touched the envelope, then picked it up carefully. Flicking open the edge with her pencil Violet pulled out the heavy paper from its confines, unfolding it delicately. Inside was a simple letter, typed on what seemed to be parchment. 

-Headmaster.

Dropping her pencil Violet rubbed her eyes, confused. She'd known she was a raiser of the dead for quite some time, but the thought of a school specially made for people like her made her mind go blank. "What?" she managed in a loud, undiscreet voice, startling Garrett. Hushing the crow she poked the letter anxiously, as if it would disappear into a cloud of smoke. No, it was real. Satisfied Violet picked up her pencil where she had dropped it and flattened to paper against her sketchbook, filling in all the required forms. At the last pencil scratch Violet sighed and leaned back, the rough tree bark creating a comforting presence behind her. "Well all's done is done," she murmured to Garrett, who cawed in agreement. Picking up the letter in his beak the crow hopped from foot to foot before taking wing, making his way back to Violet's little home. 

As Violet clambered through the forest, her mind was whirling with thoughts. It was going to be strange for sure, after living on her own for such a long time. Being seventeen Violet still needed a guardian, but it was easy enough to avoid the authorities if she technically didn't exist. Rubbing her eyes tiredly Violet resolved to sleep on her decision before sending in the form, wondering if she needed parents to join this school. It would be terrible to be turned down just because she happened to not know who she was born to.

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Damien paced in his room, glaring at any sense of movement. Scratching his ginger hair absently he paused in his striding about, turning his head to look at the innocent paper on his desk. The form was downstairs with his parents, who appeared to be screaming at each other in disagreement. "As usual," Damien sighed, rubbing his hands together. Dismally, this was a typical situation, and he hoped whatever parent was taking his side would win. Generally, that was his mother, who was the more argumentative of the two. His father would typically step down after a few minutes or so, exhausted by the fight. Sure enough, only seconds later a deep male voice quit the conversation, followed by pounding footsteps and a slamming door as his father made his way out to the garage. Letting out another heavy sigh Damien perused the letter again, picking it up gingerly as if it might explode right in his hand.

Dear Damien,

You have been chosen to join a specialized skill for people with your types of abilities. You are a electrokinetic, as we have discovered after watching you for months. Of course, you don't know this, we find this out specially, but please, enclosed into the letter is the form, please fill it out and return the letter to the mailing adress. Your cla.ss schedule is inside, your parents have been contacted. We will see you on the first of September at 8:00.

-Headmaster.

There it was, in black and white, acknowledgement of his abilities. For years he had had to hide his secret, practicing only when he was alone in his room. But a bedroom wasn't really the most sturdy place and tactfully placed carpets covered up the many burns and scorches that littered his floor. His bed hid the ones on the wall. Twisting his neck Damien attempted to work out a kink as he headed for the door, slipping out into the hallway as silently as possible. Satisfied that his mother wasn't going to scream at him Damien made his way down the stairs and into the sitting room, offering his mother a tight smile. "Can I go then?" he asked quietly, closing his eyes in worry. One more month in this hell-hole and he was sure he was just about ready to run off on his own.

"Yes dear," his mother replied, equally as stiff. "Pack your bags and we'll leave tomorrow, honey. 10:30 sharp, you here me?" Nodding absently Damien turned on his heel and rushed up to his room, throwing things helter-skelter into a small duffel bag, mindful to pack along a few books and his iPod.  

Name: Evangeline Marie Hewitt

Age: Sixteen years old

Gender: Female

Species: Human

Hair Color: Auburn

Eye Color: Green, but have a circle of gold around her pupils.

Deion: Evangeline has hair that curls in an unpatterned way falling down to her upper back, just below her shoulderblades, this which she dyes auburn from it's origional mousy-brownish color. It compliments her green eyes, which are growing greener by the day, which makes her exceedingly happy. She has average skin, not tan nor pale, and big lips, given to her by her half-slovic heritage. Althletically built, she's slim and muscular, but has a larger chest than most girls her age and stature, also from her gene pool. She attempts to ignore this, it being a slight displeasure to her, and dresses well and practically to make herself look fabulous. A big knitted magenta or gold scarf is almost always on her person, the latter mentioned a gift from her mother. She always wears a gl*censored* dolphin necklace, a trinket to remind her of secondary school and a boy she rather liked. Eva almost never has her nails completely bare, even if the polish coating them is very chipped. Wears a variety of makeup, but has used it long enough that she is a master at making it look natural and beautiful, to accentuate her god-given virtues. She wears honey or berry scented perfume and often curls her hair with foam rollers, as it takes better to that than straightening, and if she's going to dye her hair, may as well only kill it one way. When she uses her power, her eyes pale to white. [see http://pandorascube.deviantart.com/art/meow-203664599]

Personality: Evangeline is difficult to sum up, but is mildly optimistic, and lets her mind take long walks through fields of clouds and callalillies, romanticising aspects of her life and wishing they were as perfect as her dreams make them seem. She has a sarcastic sense of humor, so much that many people can't tell her serious voice from the other, which makes her modestly hurt when she has to explain she was joking. Napping is a favorite pasttime of hers, as mentioned before, she enjoys dreaming, and sees farther into it than she probably should. She is loud as loud gets, and very bold and outgoing, but becomes shy and self-consious around boys she likes, wanting to make a well-mannered impression on them, while still at least retaining some of herself. Nothing is really a mystery about her, she sees the grey area between black and white, and tries her best to be fair, mature beyond her years in many ways, and yet the opposite in others, still learning and making the mistakes that it takes to become a proper adult. Her courage and optimism often inspires others, and inspires herself to keep striving forwards.

History: Eva didn't have a very shocking childhood, as she knew about her "gift" since she was wee, when her parents had her scanned for a genetic mutation that all of her family had to be screened for, since Clarice first discovered her abilities. Neither of her siblings, nor her parents, had the extra chromisone in their blood, (chromisone Æ) but they loved her best they could anyway, especially easy since in every other aspect, Eva was a normal child. Her nickname adapted when her brother and sister couldn't say Evangeline, and she loves the romantic sound of her name, but it stuck and she appreciates it anyway. She was recruited for the Northwood School last year, and accepted, fearing that if she wouldn't, her ability might overtake her, which drove her through the trouble of saying goodbye to her friends, and helped her accept her new life.

Other: Loves music and doodling more than anything, number one song being 'Loser' by Beck, but also loving Taylor Swift, the Beatles, Lenka, the Decemberists, and many Disney songs. She loves her pet fish, Corbeau (pronounced core-bow, Corby for short), even if he scares her by lingering at the bottom of his tiny tank sometimes. Terrified of butterfies and death, and likes the Harry Potter movies, but not the books. Scarves are her favorite accessory, and she likes to paint her nails, but rarely finds time to do it.

Weapons: Doesn't believe in weilding weapons.

Power: Often thought of as a form of telepathic power, she inheirited her ability from her great aunt on her father's side, Clarice. Though Claire (as fondly called by her family) could erase memory, Eva can create memories and strong feelings, a powerful weapon which she rarely uses, or on the off occasion, scarsely uses it, being that it quickly drains her consious energy.