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[div style="0px; width:400px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:13px;"]PHAROAH CELESTE BHATTI ...
"pretty little angel baby, look how far you've fallen
pretty little angel baby, watch out the devil's calling"

― an angel, no like literally he's an angel (and if anyone wants to plot with him, he needs someone to watch over and i would love for someone to make him his counterpart - liam payne - because okay just look at this gif, xxx

i have a few plot ideas for him so yeah, he's been in and out of mental wards because his family thinks he's crazy when he talks about the voices in his head (which is actually angel radio). ran away from home at sixteen or seventeen and got caught up in a cult because they thought he was a prophet/the second coming to the messiah but he got out of that once he was arrested and put in juvie for a year. once out of juvie, he goes off to college and is an art major

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[div style="0px; width:400px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:13px;"]ATLAS XERXES KINGSTON ...
"you say i turned out fine i think i'm still turning out"

― atlas xerxes kingston was born into a well-to-do family, he never had to go without anything he wanted, if money could buy it then it was bought for him. but he never got what he needed; he was alone in a house far too large for a family of three, he didn't get tucked into bed at night, he didn't have someone to scare the monsters in his closet away, he didn't get hugs and kisses goodbye when he left for the bus, and he certainly has never understood the importance of family, because he doesn't really have one. his father, ken kingston, is a neurosurgeon, whose sole purpose is to research a cure for alzheimer's - funny thing, he seems to have forgotten he has a son, he needs that cure super fast. his mother, thena kingston, is a defense attorney, and an extremely good one at that - her defense on why she can't be at home more often is bulletproof.
― (trigger warning: death, depression) atlas, when he was seven, learned that his mother was pregnant, which was weird to him considering that she didn't have time for one kid, but he was filled with excitement anyway because he!! was!! having!! a!! sibling finally!! needless to say, atlas wanted a baby sister, he didn't know why but he just wanted a little girl that he could help take care of, he wanted to be that overprotective, overbearing, obnoxious big brother to a little girl. and he got his wish. on christmas eve he was granted with his favorite gift, a tiny baby sister named calypso (callie). and it could be said, in a strictly platonic and nonweird way, that atlas' first love was his baby sister. she was so beautiful and sweet and she always put a smile on his parents face, something he had never been able to do. he loved her, not only because she was the epitome of happiness, but because, as she got older and 7 years had passed, she had become his best friend. but that all came to a screeching halt. callie had started to seize one evening when atlas was watching her. she was rushed to the hospital where she was diagnosed with some incurable brain tumor, one that not even his dad could fix. the whole family had to watch her die, atlas never leaving her side, and with her death came the true and final death of the family. atlas was only fifteen and his whole world had been taken away from him. his friends didn't help to make him feel better, try as they might, and he just wanted to die. he still wants to die if he thinks about her too long. him and his friends got into partying, he was a wonderful host what with the big house and all. he tried anything to numb the pain. he even tried to kill himself, but one of his friends found him and saved him - bless her, she didn't know she had put him in more pain.
― atlas still, and never will be, over the death of his sister. he's seventeen (in most roleplays, though he can be up to twenty three to twenty six). he parties too much, is pretty much addicted to drugs, and on top of the stress of school, his depression and his family issues, he's trying not to let anyone know that he cannot, and will not, ever be in love with a girl. he finds boys far too pretty to marry a woman (though he thinks women walk on water).
― atlas has issues, he does he really does. he gets angry and he cries and cries until the sobs just fade into choked breathing. he screams into any void he can find (the woods, the ocean, his late night drives in his cars). he breaks things, gets into fights with people when he's drunk just because he wants to hurt. he constantly has bruised knuckles. he isn't mean to people, he just is bitter and, when people are drunk, they don't remember what they've done and they won't be mad at atlas for provoking them because they don't even remember laying a hand on him.
― atlas has always been a boy that feels too much, that knows too much, that has seen too much. he is smart, he is passionate, he knows how to make it seem like he doesn't feel a damn thing when he feels damn near everything. he's lost control, he's a broken boy, he used to have big, big plans but now he's only planning for his funeral.
― atlas, despite his obvious anger problems and self-destructive tendencies, he's still popular at his prep school. everyone loves him, because they remember that he used to be charming, loving, sweet, although sassy. they remember him being sociable and the class clown, hating to see someone sad. they remember him playing with his sister, passing on playing with his friends for his favorite girl instead. they remember who he truly is, not who he's become. and they miss that boy and they just want him back.

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[div style="0px; width:400px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:13px;"]HELEN SARA HOWARD ...
"would you stay if she promised to you heaven"

― helen sara howard, born on june twenty fourth under the gemini-cancer cusp of magic. she was born with potions running through her veins and stars in her eyes, anything but ordinary. she is a very witchy girl (and in alternate universes she is, in fact, a witch).
― she is a cisgender female and identifies as such, though she doesn't really take gender too seriously. she/her or gender neutral pronouns are acceptable when addressing her. as for her sexuality, she has only had sexual feelings towards the opposite sex, making her heterosexual. however, she is biromantic, meaning that the feelings that count make her susceptible to falling for either same or opposite sex.
― she is normally perceived as a seventeen year old, though her age range can go from seventeen to twenty three.
― she rather enjoys her name, helen, though close friends enjoy nicknames more. therefore, she sometimes goes by ellie, or little hell if she's being a bitch (which is very rare).
― an odd girl, helen has always been different. she's eccentric and eclectic, she has a weird way of viewing the world. maybe weird isn't the right word? different. it's very different. she has never really been treated right, her family finds her obscure and scary at times and it's hard for her to make friends, and yet she greets the world with a smile and an intense amount of kindness every new day she is given.
― extremely smart, she is perceptive and clever; much like a cat. she can prove to be quite mischievous and, when around people she trusts and enjoys the company of, is extremely playful.
― born in louisiana, one would think her family would be accepting of the fact that she was different, that she was perceptive to a world that went deeper than the one they lived in and that she was intuitive to the fact that maybe people didn't always have the answers, that sometimes only the supernatural could explain things. but no, her family treated her, and still treats her as a pariah. using the catholic church as an escape route, they had helen exorcised when she was a child; trying to get the darkness out of her. when that didn't seem to work, the family moved away from new orleans, in hopes that being away from it all would help. it didn't.
― kind, compassionate, empathetic, intuitive, perceptive, honest, trustworthy, soft-spoken, angelic, innocent but corrupt, sweet, otherworldly, different, odd, eccentric, spontaneous, deep, shy at first, quiet, a thinker, a wonderer, a wanderer, adventurous, free spirited, calming, perplexed, psychotic, playful, mischievous, clever, intelligent, wise, sassy, loyal, friendly
― all that pain and misery and loneliness and it just made her kind

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[div style="0px; width:400px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:13px;"]DYLAN STUART PRESCOTT ...
"i do not know love, i am a r o b o t"

― fifteen to nineteen years old (normally he's either sixteen or seventeen)
― dylan stuart prescott, or commonly known as dyl pickle, was born to stuart (stu) and didi prescott and has an older brother, tommy. he was born into a very loving home, but also in a very busy and packed one. his parents, who were a part of the hard working middle class, were always gone. his father is an inventor and his mother works for a school and is also a child psychologist. they had a good group of friends so dyl grew up with them, except they were all tommy's age making dyl the baby. the kids were always left at home pretty much to their own devices. technically their grandpa watched them but he was old and slept most of the time; and if not he was being pretty wacky.
― dyl is extremely odd; he has various quirks and, despite his fairly outgoing personality, he struggles making friends. he has the tendencies of someone with aspergers sydrome, but he hasn't been officially diagnosed.
― obsessed with aliens and space, if he is on the internet then he is 100% sitting there reading conspiracy theories about otherworld beings. because of his interest in this, and his unnecessary ramblings about it, most people just kinda leave him be.
― doesn't do well with change? like he longs to travel and see the world and go out and do things but because he can't handle change very well, he is usually just in his room playing some video game.
― has a bright green beanie that he never isn't wearing, like he even wears it in his sleep so where he finds the time to clean it no one knows! but he is never not wearing it.
― super philosophical; like he is totally one of those quiet hipsters that someone would go for for advice. he loves to give advice too, he's a great listener.
― has a weird style, he typically wears short sleeved button up shirts with crazy designs, like colorful birds or paper clips and dinosaurs, and khaki pants. somehow he pulls it off?
― the way he talks and thinks about things, you would think that he is always high but tbh he has never done drugs or alcohol
― his diet consists of pizza and energy drinks, like it was his favorite food as a child and because he doesn't like change he just sticks with it, and energy drinks is something became addicted to.
― did i mention he's pretty odd? he rambles when he talks, is constantly trying to invent things just like his father, and he doesn't usually get along with his peers. it's hard for him to fit in.
― loves laser tag, and is really good. he's the reigning champion in his friend group
― has a journal to keep all his inventions in
― he doesn't understand people very well, and he wishes he could. it's hard for him to empathize but he is very compassionate and would give you the shirt off his back if you needed it.
― super sweet and caring, like if he could make friends then he would it's just hard.
― hopeless romantic, if he likes you he would never tell you because he's an anxious little thing even though he can be outgoing and speaks his mind. if he likes you he becomes a stuttering mess.

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[div style="0px; width:400px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:13px;"]ANASTASIYA NATALIA VALENTINE ...
"you say i turned out fine i think i'm still turning out"

― hello heaven, your name's anastasiya diana valentine; but, you usually are referred to as ana. you are twenty one years old. you were born under a mid-summer moon, july twenty-first to be exact which makes you a cancer, a lunar babe. you were born a female, and identify as such. with that being said, you prefer feminine pronouns. you identify as bisexual heteromantic, but have a preference for male counterparts. your native language is english, although you also are somewhat fluent in russian. as for your profession, you belong to a part of the russian mafia that is located within the vegas strip and owns one of the more famous casinos there. you are one of their lady loves, someone who is a lover for the evening in order to distract and extract information.

― ana, you are sex in heels, an angel in blue jeans. you are nothing but curves and legs, standing there at 5'7 looking to the world through those butterfly lashed brown eyes so full of mystery.  you weigh in at around 120 lbs, giving you a healthy hourglass figure. your dark chocolate colored hair is naturally wavy, long and thick making its way down to the middle of your back.  you have a creamy skin tone, one that is easy to tan but lightens up during the winter.

― you were born in a lousy and broken family. your father abandoned you and your mom. you never knew him, it only implanted daddy issues in you - issues you don't even realize you have. your mother, well her issues showed externally; she became a hussy, bringing random men home just to fill the void, and she enjoyed gambling and drinking a tad too much. that was how you became first associated with the mafia, you practically grew up in that damn casino. and now you are a part of it.

― you are the moon; alluring, intelligent, sexy, magnetic - you pull people in and for some reason they feel this overwhelming need to worship you. like you are this mystical, magical force that is going to save them. you are dark but you are light. you are a brewing storm; broken, intimidating, wild, yet steady and true for people know what to expect from a storm. you are a force of nature; tough, scrappy, resourceful. you are a kitten; playful, cute, clever, cuddly, warm, energetic, vibrant.

― she's such a doll, a classic piece of eye candy; a lady in the streets + a freak in the sheets
― has daddy issues which makes her needy of a man's attention; but that doesn't mean she will take the abuse of a man
― extremely clever, she really likes to pull pranks and joke around with people
― enjoys reading, she loves to curl up with a good book and a comfy blanket and just get absorbed into another world; especially if someone is holding her
― can be clingy, especially of friends; scared of someone leaving her
― craves physical touch; loves kissing and hugging and holding hands - romance
― is that touchy-feely friend, will constantly hug you or kiss your cheek
― loves to go walking down the strip to see all the lights and everything
― loves to dance and is actually super good at it
― 10/10 the most loyal girl you know
― gets in these moods of hyperactivity where she just is bouncing around everywhere
― quick thinker and reactor, super good at coming up with plans
― surprisingly strong, like physically - she's a hella good fighter
― loves to listen to music and though she isn't tone deaf, she isn't the best singer
― really good with kids? she has never been around them much but little ones are naturally drawn to her
― so are animals, guess they can see her heart
― has a heart of gold, she just wants to love and be loved
― extremely giving, in every sense of the word
― loves food and is really good at cooking, she would rather cook something at home than go out to eat
― never watches television, like the last thing she watched was probably eight years ago and it was sponegbob so?
― loves to write, especially poetry
― shouldn't be underestimated
― deep conversationalist
― has some internal issues but she doesn't let them show and would never take them out on anyone
― has a dark mind and tries to cover it up with positivity (and with sex tbh)
― very feisty and it's sexy as hell
― like, you know her but you don't know her
― she is the best friend ever; listens to you and offers advice - would do anything for you

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[div style="0px; width:400px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:13px;"]BAILEY LYNN JAMES ...
"lyrics"

― bailey lynn was born on july fourth, making her an extra spectacular and explosive cancer babe. she was born in raleigh, north carolina to hunter and lauren james. by the time she was born, there were already two other children in the household; the oldest was six, her brother named benjamin and the middle child was three, her older sister named breanne.
― she grew up in a warm and loving environment with a family that was equally so. sure, they had their differences and disputes, but they always stuck together. benjamin was always looking out for breanne and bailey, and bailey loved having an older brother. bailey and breanne bickered at times, typical sisterly love, but they were always there to confide in each other.
― bailey grew up dreaming about superheroes  and villains, in fact she used to always say that when she got older she was going to be a power ranger. she loved the idea of saving the day, of saving the world. she was always protected and she wanted everyone else to understand what that felt like, to know that they always had someone no matter what
― literally the kindest bean you will ever meet, she believes in the power of kindness and that strength comes from having a positive view - no one ever wins with negativity.
― so positive and uplifting; she's a sunshine girl but she is never annoying.
― soooo intelligent, selfless, kind, compassionate, passionate, dedicated, respectful, confident, outgoing but awkward, silly, nerdy, geeky, sensitive, empathetic, rational, creative, imaginative, comforting, relaxing, honest, trustworthy, hopeless romantic, innocent, sassy, and, lowkey, a bit of a badass
― a pretty little flower, she has the cutest smile and look at that little angelic face/ what a babe
― doesn't catch on to social cues. for example, when someone has a crush on her - she just doesn't get it
― she is sociable and outgoing, she can make friends super easily even though she is kind of silly and awkward; people find her endearing and reliable
― tougher than she looks; don't underestimate her because she will always prove you wrong
― age range is from twenty three to thirty (typically about twenty seven)
― recently joined the fbi

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[div style="0px; width:400px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:13px;"]VENUS FLEUR LACHANCE ...
"lyrics"

― venus fleur lachance, or more commonly known as "vee", was born on the fifteenth of january, under the sun sign of capricorn. she was born in france because her mom had been studying abroad there and met her father and they fell in love and her mother wound up pregnant, but after her dad died before she was a year old, her mother moved back to the states - manhatten, new york to be exact.
― she was born to rainey leanne morgan and hugo cassidy lachance. her mother, rainey, was studying abroad in france when she met, hugo. he was a few years older than her, she was nineteen and he was twenty four, but it didn't matter. they fell in love and when rainey ended up pregnant, hugo admitted that he had planned on proposing anyway, and that they should just go ahead and get married. when venus was only four months old, hugo got very sick - he had some sort of rare blood disease - and ended up passing away. as much as rainey loved his family, she couldn't stay in france without him and decided to go back home to the states. venus has lived in seattle, washington ever since, basically her whole life.
― venus is typically depicted as a cisgender seventeen year old female with she/her pronouns and is heterosexual heteromantic; however, she could be between the ages of 16-20
― okay so she's really white right? but not really. her family is actually a mix of so many different cultures, it is so cool. her grandparents on her mother side had seven kids and they all have married into families from different countries. spain, uganda, the philipines, portugal, zimbabwe and germany. family reunions are always really fun.
― with that being said, venus has always been more attracted to boys of color. she loves boys, likes their attention, so she doesn't mind white boys, she just has always been more attracted to colored babes.
― she cannot stand racism of any kind, it makes her sick to her stomach and she will fight you. one time, someone made a comment about her cousin, who part african, and venus ended up having to be suspended for beating the kid up who made the comment. the racist kid got sent home too, but his mom threatened to press charges if they didn't suspend venus as well.
― bad bitch; she is wild, tough, sexy and doesn't take any crap
― "hey princess" "boy i'm a queen wtf?"
― has minor daddy issues since she's never really had one; it's not that bad she just really craves boys' attention and everyone thinks she can be kind of a hoe but she really isn't
― she's a pouty puppy, just look at that pout - so hot
― everyone thinks that because she's white she comes from a family with a lot of money, but she really doesn't. her aunts and uncles aren't very rich, they make a decent living. her grandparents had some money back in the day, but they used it to get their kids through college. rainey's mom works hard, but she doesn't make as much as people think - the only reason they live on the rich side of town is because hugo's parents sent money to make sure venus and rainey had a nice place to stay
― venus has two jobs; she works as a barista and she works in a retail store in the mall - she is hard working and determined.
― wants a sugar daddy (but one that's her age) but honestly is a sugar mama
― she's a boss girl
― mysterious and alluring, like she has resting bitch face and you think she's detached and cold but she isn't
― in fact, she is very loving and tender; she likes romance and can be clingy in relationships (platonic and romantic)
― so loyal; she does anything for her favorite people
― family oriented
― will buy you gifts just because
― wants to be spoiled
― she's very smart and loves deep conversations
― on cold, rainy days she will curl up inside with a good book and some coffee
― likes cuddling and kissing and anything romantic / tbh she's a very sexual girl but she tries to be classy - she really isn't a hoe she just craves intimacy
― honestly she really is a puppy; lovable and cuddly but hyperactive and playful / also, super smart and willing to work

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[div style="0px; width:400px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:13px;"]SASI RHIANNON SLADE ...
"and in another room, she drove herself to madness"

― witch with the power of descensum (au where she is persephone, or some other lover of hades; au where she is being haunted, or she is a ghost "hunter" who falls in love with a ghost - preferably in a mental institution or something)

― PECULIAR, DARK AND ECCENTRIC
sasi rhiannon slade has always been in touch with the darker walks of life. from a young age, she was submerged in death, even if she didn't know it yet, and that took its toll on her, albeit slowly. she isn't dark in the sense of evil, she just had a dark mind and tends to lean more towards dark colors and a darker way of thinking. she likes things like death and storms and blood, she loves darkness and finds it soothing. sasi is quite the odd witch at the academy, and upon first meeting her one would probably be a bit turned off, if only because of her dark clothing and intimidating approach to absolutely everything. sasi can be quite the strange one to someone who doesn't know her, to someone who doesn't see how truly special she is and how much she takes pride in the power she was given. sasi has accepted the fact that she is different, that she is, essentially, a witch of death and that not many people will find her appealing at first, maybe not at all. but she is okay with that, she likes her darkness along with the better parts of her.

― INTELLIGENT, SARCASTIC, AND CLEVER
when sasi first began to speak and show signs of her progressing from the newborn age, it was shown to her parents that she was to be a highly intelligent young girl. she has always been very bright, maybe not on the level of genius that some kids reach, but fairly high up there. she has always had a knack for history, possibly because history revolves around death more often than any other subject. but her favorite would have to be literature, because it is in literature in which stories revolving around death become romanticized and something so beautiful to sasi. before she learned of her power, she always saw death like normal people do, as sad and lonely and cold. but it could be so much more than that. it could be for love or to save someone's life, it could just very well be because your time on earth is done and its time to go back to where one came from. either way, both history and literature tug at her nerd heartstrings.

but not only is she smart, sasi is clever and sarcastic, meaning she's smart and she knows it (and uses it to her advantage). she isn't afraid to let people know when they are wrong and definitely is not afraid to run her mouth, seeming as she knows what she is talking about and isn't just mouthing off some random bullshit. sasi has a sharp tongue, she's blunt and brash, not bothering with sugar coating and making things easier on a person. if life was meant to easy, what was the point of living? if life was easy what beauty would there be in death? that is how she looks at things. her bright mind and sharp tongue make for the perfect combination of her becoming quite the clever young girl. she is sly and sneaky and is pretty well trained in getting out of sticky situations. if you have a problem, nine times out of ten sasi can figure a way out of it, much like a lawyer trying to find a loophole for their client.

― BACKGROUND: [trigger warning: talk of death, suicide, and the holocaust] in the beginning light of dawn, on the bitterly cold fifteenth of november, in heidelberg, germany a little blonde haired, blue eyed child was born. except she was born barely breathing, on the brink of death. her skin was a sickly grey in color from lack of oxygen and her lips a pale blue. the tiny baby girl could barely even cry out from the pain she was in. on the other hand, it was all her parents were doing. annaliese belinda slade wept to the doctors, pleading to her ancestors and to whatever god was out there to bring back her baby, chanting something her mother used to whisper to her whenever she was ill. erik aleksandr slade was holding on tight to his wife, his teary eyes buried in the hollow of her neck.

baby sasi rhiannon slade, was slowly dying and when her eyes closed and her heart stopped, the room got scary quiet, so quiet one could almost hear her heart's last beat. and then the sun's gentle rays peeked into the old hospital in which she had been born and those brilliant wide eyes opened right up, skin going back to a natural pale ivory. her breathing slowly began to start back up and the whole room began to hum back to life, her parents wiping away their tears and sniffling away the blues, her doctors buzzing around her trying to take care of her.

that was her first encounter of many with death. unbeknownst to her parents at the time, their little girl was special. death had greeted her that early morning to bestow upon her a power, the power of being able to talk and see the dead, of being able to travel the netherlands of the dead. as she grew up, sasi got over her near death experience from when she was first born. she began to grow up strong and healthy, becoming a bit of a wild spirit.

her first, technically second, encounter with the dead happened when she was four. she was in her room playing with her many stuffed animals when one of them started to move on its own. the little blue eyed girl frowned, confused as to what was going on. a voice whispered to her, play. she grinned and told the voice to show itself and she would. for a four year old she had always been smart, an eloquent speaker as well, and she was fearless. things that went bump in the night excited her, and so did this new voice. the voice ended up showing his self, a small little boy with a fair olive complexion, a shaved head, golden brown eyes and odd looking clothes with stripes on them.

the boy's name was abraham, that was what he told her. and she played with him every day, always telling her parents about him. they just passed it off as an imaginary friend, but later down the road she would learn differently. as she got older, she learned the rich history behind abraham and the whole sadness behind why he was still around and what had truly happened to him. sasi was troubled by the torment his spirit had gone too and was unsettled by the history of the place she was born. she was twelve years old and had seen dozens of the same sort of ghosts as abraham, heard their sad stories and had played and befriended them. but it was like she was stuck in the 1940's and couldn't get out of it, it felt like she was really there living World War II.

annaliese and erik didn't truly understand why she desperately wanted to move, why she begged them to travel to the states so she could meet the rest of her family. but they did it anyway since they both could find better work and pay there. they were already american citizens, they had been both been born on us army bases. so they packed up and moved, but not before sasi's grandma, the one on her mother's side, told her that she was special, that in due time she would know who she was and thinks would make sense.

eventually she did learn who she was, just one short year later. her family had moved to north carolina and sasi began to wonder if she really had once been seeing ghosts or if she had had a vivid imagination. she started to believe that she had powers, that her grandmother was right. so she constantly wrote her to learn more about her history, learning of pagan ancestors and spells. sasi wasn't sure what exactly she was, she just knew that there was something about her. she understood that witches were real, but didn't want to believe she was one herself. she didn't want to be different, even when she knew she was.

and then her father passed away. he had always had a weak heart and it had finally took him from her. sasi was thirteen and finally flourishing in north carolina, trying to rid herself of the ghosts she had once seen, hoping it was just a phase that other young kids had gone through. but once she saw her father again, after she had just seen him take his last breath in a hospital, she knew she really did have a power, she knew she was a witch. when she first saw her dad, she was frightened. at first she thought she had died, and he thought the same. but he learned the truth about his daughter and tried to help her through it the best way he could, being dead and all.

he stuck around for a month and in that time sasi kept her little secret all to herself. her mother was going through a rough time and didn't need to hear that from her, that much sasi knew. but when her dad told her he had to pass on, the little blonde girl flipped. she didn't want to lose him a second time, so she told her mom and begged her to believe her, begged her to tell her dad to stay with them. but annaliese just ignored her, thinking her daughter had finally lost it.

so sasi was forced to shut up about her "powers" or her mother threatened to send her away. sasi knew her mom loved her and knew she was just deeply saddened so she got quiet. instead, she did her own research. she became obsessed with death and lore about it, she became the weird kid at school that always wore black and different crystal necklaces and always carried a book around. she was constantly singing creepy rhymes about death and she just scared people. but all she was doing was trying to come to terms with herself, trying to figure out who she was. she could still be funny and bright, could still be the same mouthy, rebellious, wild child she had always been. but people just tried to stay away from her after a while.

sasi was on the edge of sixteen when she became an orphan. her mother had never been the same after her father died, she had just grown darker and constantly stayed cooped up in her room. the past couple months before she died she had been writing her mom and warmed up a little bit more to sasi, making sure she knew how much her mother loved her, how much she had always loved her. and now sasi knew why she was doing that, she was saying goodbye in her own way. and soon sasi was at another funeral, dressed in her usual black and crying as she sang the hymns she had become so obsessed with. she hoped to see her mother one last time but somehow she knew she wasn't coming back. her mother had said her last goodbye when she hung that rope. her life was finished, she didn't have anything left for her here.

the young girl thought she would be sent to social services, that she'd be sent to house after house for the last two years of her adolescence. but when she got back to the empty house, her aunt was waiting for her with a suitcase and a letter. she didn't say a word as she got sasi in the car and drove her to louisiana. the letter explained everything, it was from her grandmother. it didn't explain why her mom killed herself, but it explained that she had finally accepted the truth about her daughter and had made plans for her to stay with a coven in new orleans. sasi was being sent to robichaux academy, a safe haven for young witches. she didn't really understand much and was still recovering from the loss of her mother when she got to her new home. she was taken in by cordelia and zoey and queenie and shown what she truly was. she is now seventeen and thriving in the home now that she has discovered and found who, and what, she truly is.

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[div style="0px; width:400px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:13px;"]ADELAIDE ROSE WARNER ...
"mama, i just killed a man, put a gun against his head
pulled my trigger now he's dead"

― ideas because i am too lazy to write out a legit bio; foster kid, very dweebish and shy in school but people like to be around her because she listens and she's super sweet and relaxing, tougher than she looks, very innocent and naive and people always push her around, prone to getting into bad relationships because she doesn't know there's anything better, has killed a man (but it was out of self defense), depressed and has ptsd from killing someone, just wants to be a good person but gets kicked around a lot, actually very smart and is known for tinkering and messing around with a lot of different things (legit, she has made herself a robot because one, she loves star wars and has always wanted a droid and two, because she could), really great with little kids and elders and even animals but people her age find her weird; because she's very quiet and reserved - especially now, loves to read and could be compared to an easy sunday morning, very pure (like if it wasn't for the incident with the man she killed, she would still be a virgin), doesn't like cussing but won't get mad at you for doing it, super jumpy and a scaredy cat but will almost never turn down a dare, selectively introverted (likes she's quiet and shy but if you talked to her she could hold a conversation), likes being there for people, enjoys volunteering, has a bunch of dogs because she loves them and they make her safe, currently in vet school (trying to get through it but a lot has happened)

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"lyrics"

― wip look at my precious angel baby
― she's an angel, but didn't find out until she was about fourteen. she's the vessel to the angel known as ariel, who is the angel of protection, the "lion of god"
― "cute as a sutton" haha get it??