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Welcome to Haunted High, a place where all magical creatures and humans may gather and learn about one another. There is so much to be gained from putting aside differences and becoming one big family.
*shoots advertisement person* Who ever hired her is fired.
Welcome to Haunted High. Humans don't belong but some idiot named Wraith Ziodex decided it would be fun to let them in. Now we have issues. Before Headmistress Ziodex took power it was each species for their own, there was no intermingling. Now though, we got humans dating vampires, werewolves befriending shape-shifters, and half demon half elf spawns. Isn't this great? You can see for yourself by joining our spiraling school.
8 March 2009
Okay, well, the site is going through a mild re-vamp. It won't be going into maintenance mode, but things are changing. The skins have been deleted, save for the default which has changed. But fear not, you'll have choices again soon, I hope. The Profile Form has been modified. But you don't need to redo the app, so current members don't have to worry about that. There has been a canon list added, take a look HERE! The sidebar has changed a bit and a music player has been added. More changes are to come, but have a look around. Input can be expressed HERE or by PMing myself HERE or at any of my other accounts listed above.
~Wraith
Hair: Rift’s hair falls in loose ringlets to a few inches below her shoulders and has a red colour. She once dyed it to make it look more purple but found it look incredibly fake. Eyes: Hey eyes are slightly wider than the norm and they sometimes appear blue but mostly seem gray. They generally show what she is feeling and often make her seem younger and more innocent that she is. Height and weight:5’3 and 8 stone General Appearance:Rift has light eyes and lips that are set into a light complexion. All her features are soft and give the illusion of someone who is sweet and well behaved. Her eyebrows are a lighter shade that the shocking red of her hair that she loves despite jibs of ‘ginger’. Rift’s weight to height ratio is almost perfect despite not trying. Tarja wears anything that suits her and makes sure that she stays away from anything that might clash with her hair. She makes sure to always make an effort but doesn’t spend to long getting ready. It is not often that she wears makeup as she doesn’t think she needs it but when she does she tends to go for natural colours and greens. Distinguishing features:Tarja’s red hair is something that always draws attention to her. On top of that she has a small birthmark on the outside, top of her left thigh that looks slightly like a leaf but not many people get to see that.
Personality is what counts, kid ~*~Traits~*~
Habits: Biting her nails, sneaking around and taking very long showers. Likes: Quiet, being centre of attention, panic, learning, being looked after/not being looked after. Dislikes: Quiet, her mental health, being looked after/not being looked after, solitude, hypocrites, vampires. Personality:Tarja is a girl who tries to be nice to everyone but that is not possible all the time and she regrets it when she loses her patience. She is very quiet and longs to be free of illness. This often leaves her feeling depressed but she tries not to let anyone catch onto this as she likes to appear that she is not easy to put down. Often people hurt her though they don’t always know it but she tries to ignore it and get on with her life. Tarja is quiet motherly and always looks out for her friends and would do anything to keep them safe and happy although this can sometimes bug people. She always tries hard in lesson and will often do extra work as she loves knowledge and feels that it gives her an edge on people. Occasionally this comes through and makes her look kind of arrogant but she tries to hide it.
There is something that Tarja wishes to go away and tries to ignore but she knows it gets people talking; she has an alter ego that goes by her surname Rift. Rift gets out too much in Tarja’s opinion and she always regrets what Rift has done.
Rift is full of energy and always keeps people on their toes as they try to keep up with her. She’s a whirlwind of activity and never stays still for long periods of time. In lessons this can annoy anyone near her as she starts wiggling about and distracting the others in the classroom. Rift hardly ever thinks before she speaks and doesn’t care if she hurts anyone. Anyone that is friends with her she just thinks of as minions and always uses them to her own gain. Everything is about her and she doesn’t give a shit about anyone else. Like Tarja Rift has a thirst of Knowledge and loves to use it to her advantage. She never backs down and walks around like she owns the place. Rift can be a bully but only targets people who have crossed her or just annoyed her slightly and often uses her powers to harm others.
Character Traits: Tarja is an introvert and tries to hide what she is feeling. She is loyal to her friends and often puts their needs ahead of her own. Rift is an extrovert, always letting people know what she’s feeling and takes things out on other people. She doesn’t care about anyone but herself and always thinks she is in the right.
The past is the past and the future doesn’t exist yet ~*~History~*~
Character History: Tarja was born to Ella and Nigel Rift and lived in a small council house. Both her parents struggled for work and she was not very well off. But this never got her down. She always tried to look on the Brightside and lend a hand. Sometimes her parents would call her their “little ray of sunshine” and it always made her smile.
Then when she was six death came calling on her family. Two freshly turned vampires decided to stop by at her house. Realising what they were her parents shoved her in a wardrobe where she watched through a gap the events unfold. Both her parents were slaughtered before her eyes and in the feeding frenzy they spilled a lot of the blood on the floor. This was perhaps the reason why they were still hungry and they began to advance to the wardrobe which she quickly guessed not to be a very good hiding place. But before they reached her the front door swung open and someone barged in. They grabbed both vampires by the necks and dragged them out the door, letting out a string of curse words.
It took a long time before Tarja worked up enough courage to exit the wardrobe and even then she just stood there, as white as a corpse, staring at the lifeless bodies of her parents. Blood pooled around her feet as she began to shake. It was then that someone walked past the open door and spotted what was inside. Within seconds the stranger was inside and on the telephone. After that came the usual investigations, coming up with nothing and then the fostering business.
It was a well of family that took her in and she was allowed to have anything she asked for though she never asked for much. It always felt odd living in riches when before her family were always having financial issues. She preferred the life she had before as it had been happier but the reason she didn’t find this life happier may have been because of her parents’ death.
When she was eight she was sat in the garden helping the gardener and started staring at a plant wondering why it wouldn’t grow. She wished that it would survive and after staring at it for a few minutes the small flower opened its petals and grew. Naturally this shocked her and glancing around to see what the gardener was doing she wondered how it had happened. Seeing that the gardener was busy she stared at another plant and concentrated, like the other its petals opened. After that the garden always looked fantastic and some plants managed to grow where normally they wouldn’t be able too. No one knew how it happened but the beauty caused no one to question it.
Then one day she was sat in the study where a bunch of flowers were wilting in a vase on the table. Not wanting them to die she once more caused them to live and managed to get the flowers to grow slightly. A gasp came from behind her and spinning around she spotted her foster mother behind her. The woman began to scream hysterically about witches and curses. The sound brought her foster father and he locked her in the smallest room in the house that had no windows and was very bare. Tarja had no idea why she was there or what she had done wrong. After a couple of days locked in without food or water Rift was born.
Rift banged on the door and screamed as loud as she would. It didn’t take long for someone to come to the door. “Shut up witch, or I’ll come in and do it for you,” a voice roared from outside. Sensing her chance, Rift continued to scream. As soon as the door was open she leapt forwards and knocked her foster to the ground. She ran quickly, using the servant roots to stay unnoticed. It didn’t take her long to be outside and making her escape.
Fortunately, or unfortunately, depends how you see it, she did not stay out on the streets long. A girl who recognised her from when she was looking to be fostered and brought her back to the house she stayed in before being fostered. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to be back there but she guessed it would be better than sleeping on a concrete floor again. They phoned the couple who had fostered her but they told her that they wanted nothing to do with the little witch. Since then no one had fostered her and she has lived with an alter ego. It was only recently that she got invited to the school.
Family History: Her parents met on a sunset beach at a party when they were seventeen. At first they didn’t like each other but after a while their feelings towards each other began to change. Within two years they were married. Both sets of parents didn’t like this match and so disowned them but they weren’t too bothered about it, neither of them had ever really been close to their parents.
Not long after they were married, Anita Rift discovered that she was pregnant. This caused her and Mickey to worry as they knew that they were not going to have enough money to raise a child as they were struggling to cope as it was, but neither of them believed in abortion. They both went out in search for better jobs and vowed that they would raise a very happy child.
Anita tried to get in touch with her parents as she knew that they had spare money. But as soon as they heard her voice they called her a tramp and then wouldn’t speak to her another word or listen to her problem. Mickey then tried his parents and received similar results. All worry vanished the day Tarja was born but a few days after they began to worry once more about their financial problems as they couldn’t see how they could raise their child.
Parents:Anita and Mickey Rift (Foster parents were Emma and David Richardson) Siblings:N/A Other Family:Ember and Finley Roack, Ella and Mike Rift.
Let's see what gets under your skin ~*~The RPer~*~
Name: Felix Age:15 RP Experience:I have been role playing for around four years now Other Characters:None RP Sample: Quote:
Silence. That was what Elenor liked and she was thankful for the recent snow that had taken the majority of people outside to turn it to slush. It had looked so pretty that morning when she had stared out of the attic window but within minutes of the others being awake it had already started to become trampled and loose it's mystic colour. Well at least it had got rid of the majority of people. Now Elenor could walk the Orphanage without fear of bumping into anyone. For the first time in ages she almost felt free.
For the first time in years a smile spread across her features and she actually began to feel festive. But she knew it would not last. Soon the snow would melt, everyone would come back inside and once more she would have to move around the old building like a shadow and stay out of everyone's way. But for now she was safe.
Now that she was alone though she had no idea what to do. Most of her time was always taken up by dodging around everyone else but now she didn't have to do that, but what could she do. The others always found something to do by being in each other company but that wasn't an option to her. She would not be able to live with herself if she lost it again and another student left the world of the living. Already the trail of bodies left behind her was two long even if only one of them were human. Her smile faded as memories of past events washed over her. Once again she can see the aftermath of the time she discovered she did have a power after all. There was a look of horror on everyone's faces before the screaming started. After that everyone always tried to keep out of her way and for this she was thankful but after a while they just seemed to forget that anything had happened and carried on like normal. At times it felt that this would destroy her as well as the thought that she had been the cause of someones death. She shuddered, not allowing herself to recall the moment the girl had ceased to breath.
Pulling herself out of her memories Elenor tried to focus on something else. The only thing she could find was an old painting covered in dust and grime. It was almost impossible to make out the image of the old man that rested there. Elenor felt it odd that they never cleaned up here in the attic. The only living thing up there that she had ever seen except from herself were a couple of spiders and a mouse that had taken one look at her before scurrying of in fear. She wondered if it could sense that she was a killer, animals were always more sensitive to things like that than humans. Looking around her she wondered if maybe she should clean up round there, it already made her sneeze about every two minutes but cleaning it may make it more personal and might make it feel that it was hers and that she belonged someplace.
It was a common feeling for orphans, the feeling that they were not wanted or didn't belong anywhere. But for Elenor the feelings were intensified. She felt certain that the people who knew what she had done wanted her gone and didn't want to be anywhere near her. The young blond girl knew that she shouldn't be around people, it was just too dangerous.
The sound of footsteps caused her to sit bolt upright. Somebody was ascending the stairs to the hall beneath the attic. Staying as still as possible Elenor listened hard hoping to god that no one was going to enter her place of solitude. It was odd that she prayed to god as he was someone she hated, she couldn't see how he could let bad things happen to good people and sometimes she even felt that was a minion of the devil.
Every time there was movement on the landing below Elenor would begin incredibly still despite the fact that no one had come up into the attic for years, but she knew that there was a first time for everything.
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