(( I'll start, I need to go in a few anyways.))

-Zee-

Gasping, reaching, yearning for the surface. He had to get to it, find the light. Zee bursted out of the water, sucking in as much air as he could. His long, hair glimmered in the dim moonlight, he shook it out, water droplets spraying. Zee had chosen to go for a midnight swim at a secluded pond. A few kids go there, but he hadn't seen anyone where he was now. He pulled himself out of the water, sitting on a rock. He shook out his hair once more, then stood. He adored swimming; it took his mind off the one thing he craved: ice. He wanted it dearly, but had been clean for two years, so he swore that he would keep it up.

He grabbed his towel, drying off, not brothering to put back on his shirt or pants. His small house was up ahead, so walking that distance in swim trunks wouldn't be an issue. Zee reached his tiny abode, and sighed. He could barely afford to rent the place, but he needed somewhere to live, it was the only thing he could do. Fortunately, the only other living places were a few apartments and another house. Far away from the monster, the devil, the evil that had drastically changed his life.

-Vel-

Vel woke up, soaked in sweat. She started to cry, the memories haunting her. She sat up, clutching her knees. Around her, she heard the voices, the cruel laughter. Her "owner", Ray, saying "Hey baby, won't you show why I bought you?" She sobbed harder. Most nights were like this, her barely sleeping, having nightmares, crying. Nothing she did took away the pain, the hurt, the emotional and physical scars. She got out of bed, headed to the bathroom. When she washed her hands, the image in the mirror almost made her bawl again. She saw a useless, good for nothing, piece of property, scrawny and pale.

Then, she walkes up the squeaking metal stairs, onto the roof. Staring over the town at night was relaxing, until she remembered why she was even here. Her soul was so damaged, she couldn't even harbor the hate towards her worthless mother, who did everything, anything for drugs. Vel walked over to the side, leaning over. So many times, she had thought about forgetting her troubles; ending it all. But some voice always told her not too, things will look up. But she was still waiting for that day.

((Sorry it took me so long to post.))

Sakura sat in the corner of the room, ignoring all her teachers attempts to calm her down. Somebody had accidentally bumped into her causing her to fall, but having as much of a twisted history as she did, this reminded her of her father's abusivness, sending poor little Sakura into hestarics. The teacher sighed, looking at one of the older kids in the room to retrieve the nurse with a message. "Tell her Sakura has gone into fits, she will know what to do from there" The teacher placed a gentle hand on Sakura's shoulder, which probably turned out to be a mistake. Sakura;s jumped half out of her skin, turning an evil glare at the teacher who had thier hand on her shoulder. She turned a bit it hard, swiftly rising to her feet and locking her self in the closet. She listened to the conversation outside of the door between the nurse and the teacher. "She will have to be given a higher dosage of medication, as well as a little time to her self. She may be excused from her current clas.ses and her grades will not have to be affected, her work will be pardoned. Poor girl, will have to be tutored one on one to learn what she missed, but that will all take place later." The teacher sighed at the nurses words, a sad sound of despair, a feeling of which comes when you try so hard to help a child but it only makes it worse.

Dante staggered out of the club, his arm around some girl's waist. He didnt even know the girl, all he did know was that they were both drunk and he needed some drugs. He would push some into the girl after he had done himself, hoping that the current stuff he had, would mix well with the alchahol, leaving her a little daring. A boy who dispised his father so much, was beginning to resemble him more and more. They always say, the aplle doesnt fall far from the tree, no matter how much it doesnt want to. He finally made it to his "house" pulling a needle out of the drawr with a smile, brand new, he loved the feel of new needles. He injected the substance, feeling it take affect almost immediately smiling as the girl let him inject her as well. She must have been really drunk because with in minutes, she was trying to force him down on the bed. (Sorry i have that theme lately, its all because of my new rp)

Name: Silviana Elizabeth Leigh (Zre)

Age: 17

Gender: female

Personality: Cold hearted and harsh at times, but can sometimes have her moments.  She is quite bright and knows her way around.  She is quite cunning and seductive, which allows her to minipulate those she sees fit.  However, her temper always gets the best of her, and she can strike down at any time...making her dangerous.  Her best trait is that she is swift footed, and can easily escape danger by outrunning her foes.  She always acts before thinking, which usually gets her into trouble... she has an creative gleam, and is a true artist, expressing herself through arts and writing.

Appearance:

History:  Does not speak of her past, to her...it never happened.  The memories are haunting and always painful to hear or speak about...

 Her mother died during her birth, and her father was the only one who truly loved her.  He remarried when she was only one...a good story so far, correct?  Well, her father had to work often,and was left alone with her horrid stepmother for as many as 20 hours a day.  She was abused physically, her father comming home to find her flesh near stripped, revealing the bone.  However, before he could ever formally accuse and divorce his new wife, she brutally murdered him with a blunt knife...the death was slow and painful.  Young silvie watched from the doorway, unsure of what to do when she was only 3.  She still recalls the hideous screams and pleads to spare her life.  The police never had evidence to support it was the woman...therefore her father's case was put into 'unsolved.' Silvie grew with a fathoming hatred, and was continued to be abused as she began to develop horrid bruises from the blows her 'stepmother' threw at her.  Finally, when only 14... she lost it, she overpowered the murdering woman, and tortured her in her own hideous methods... making sure the death was much slower, and a lot more painful then her fathers.  Knowing she would be caught, she fled.  And has never been found since.

She had had a boyfriend, whom kept her locked in a basement of his home for days at a time, chained so she couldnt escape.  In his drunken rage, he came and took his anger out on poor Silvie.  Her hatred formed once more, and eventually, she managed to wrap the chain around her torturers neck and straggle him.  Hanging him from the rafters from the chains that held her imprisoned for so long.

She is believed to be disturbed, and no one knows what she looks like, considering she has not been seen for years...well... people unknowlingly saw her. 

17 now, she no longer goes by the name "Silviana Elizabeth Leigh" she is known as "Zre" a name meaning "the grim"

Other:  She has a twin brother... whom she dosnt know exists.

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Name: Jason Ruel

Age: 19

Gender: male

Personality: Usually quite powerful, he knows how to charm people into doing his bidding.  He is usually on the quiet side, and speaks through actions and not words.  he is protective of those he loves, for fear of losing them, but he never backs down from a challenge, and usually never looses.  But, he can become overly cocky and have a large ego.

Appearance:

History:  His mother perished in a car crash when he was 5, he had to suffer through his father taking drugs and bringing home a new woman every night.  As he grew, he began to realize that his father may not of even loved his mother...and he was just an accedent.  He became involved in drug dealing when only 13, and his father never took notice to him, due to the fact he was gone from the house at days at a time, and when he did acknowledge him,only gave him a strong punch to the face, in his drunken or drug related rages.  When younger, Jason would have cried, but he soon learned otherwise, realizing that tears meant nothing, and the more tears shed, the more powerful his 'father's" blows were.  He grew to never fear anything, and became to realize that he was following in "daddy's" footsteps... dealing drugs, walking the streets, and hardly returning home.  When he was 15, he left home...not being able to take it anymore.  With his dealing earnings, he purchased his own place on the outskirts of the city...

Other: nope (:

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((yes.  My charrys are usually pure evil, or severely disturbed... even when I try to be nice, they always turn mean o.O  but, it gives me more to work with in a post...))

post coming