Post by Cameron Alexander Smith on Jun 4, 2012 13:43:54 GMT -5
cameron alexander smith.
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nickname: Cam, Camelot
age: Nineteen
grade: Sophomore
important people: Father - William "Bill" Smith, 45, bartender.
Mother - Karen Smith, 45, waitress.
member group: Gifted human
why are they at the school: It took a while for Cam's powers to surface but when they did, they really gave him a surprise when his Mcdonalds burger and fries meal turned to gold before his eyes as he sat down alone to eat. A few more instants like this occured before he was noticed and thus, sent to New World Academy to be with others like him for his college years.
ability: Can turn any object to gold by touching it when he concentrates.
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your age: Twenty three
your gender: Female
other characters: Not at the moment
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It was definitely a shame that Landon had not done anymore research into other members of the Moretti clan. If he had looked beyond Antony who was the most dangerous of them all being the leader and all, he would have found Evie close behind him. After all she was his right hand woman, she clearly had no mercy if she was willing to kill a young boy and she didn't seem to have any respect for preserving life with the way she spoke off it. Really it was all just a game to her and even if her life became in danger it would be more the fun. Unless it was the sun rising of course...or even Tony in danger, although that was an unlikely scenario.
Evie shrugged at what Landon said. Like he had just pointed out, she could kill him in a flash whether he was behind or in front of her. She was fast and she was deadly, therefore she had the upper hand. Well at least she thought she had the upper hand but she wouldn't discover that for another few moments. It hardly bothered her where he stood himself - just that it amused her that he was worried about where she positioned herself. "Whatever suits you, kid. Like you've guessed, it really doesn't matter to me." She took these few seconds between talking to him and grabbing his face to push her hair out of her eyes slightly - the rain was causing it to drop out of the style that she had had it in.
There was only one other person in the city, even the world who had managed to crack through the layers of emotional defense that Evie had formed over the years. That in itself was embarassing - she was planning on it never happening again. After all it was in a way, her Achilles Heel of sorts and Evie saw it as a weakness. It had taken a long time to bring that wall down even if it was only for a few hours. So how had this boy been able to see a glimpse of the emotional turmoil that subconsiously haunted the vampire before him? Was it his childlike innocence? Did he catch her off guard with that sort of question perhaps? Was she weaker as a result of letting her emotions known for a short amount of time? It was probably a combination of all three but it angered Evie enough that she was done talking to this boy.
As he backed away she stalked closer to him, never taking her eyes of his. She wanted him to look her in the face as she took the life away from his small body. Her hand gripped the white flesh of his throat and the strangled noise that escaped him only spurred her on. She laughed at his attempts to scratch himself free - his fingernails only made the tiniest of scratches to her skin which would heal within minutes. She noted the look in his face - it was fearful but then it changed...he suddenly looked a lot braver than a couple of seconds ago. She smiled at this - it was always good when they fought back. It meant the kill would last that little bit longer. His attempts at words though, angered her again and her eyes narrowed in result. It was definitely an Ardnull, just like she had thought. Could it be Anabelle? If it was that pleased Evie a lot - she had been dying to have a round with the weakling. "Which Ardnull are you protecting, boy? Lola? Andrea? Possibly...Anabelle?" The way she hissed the last word showed the change in her through processing - the way he was acting, how he had found her, what she had been hearing. She knew who exactly he had been talking to, and who exactly had told him all about the Moretti's. "Trying to be a martyr isn't doing you any favours. All I want to do is...talk to her."
His cries of pain as she started to bend his first finger back made her smile sadistically. She figured that the second one was also caused by his fingers being snapped and so carried on. She did however note the change in his voice before he went stiff. Well damn. Once again she had squeezed too hard - not enough to break his neck as she would have heard the snap but enough that she had apparently suffocated him. And here she thought she could make a little game out of this. Oh well...the boy was dead now, thats all that mattered for now. She hadn't finished snapping all off his fingers though and so she decided to snap the last one she had been working on when he had apparently died in her grip.
And then his hand that she was harming was suddenly not a hand anymore. She looked at it for almost a second in confusion before it swiped out at her causing her to jump back slightly in surprise. In front of her the boy she had been killing was no longer a boy and the sounds coming from his mouth were animalistic and feral. It was a natural reaction although she despised it but her eyes widened in fear. As she moved his paw swiped to her face, his claws catching her right cheek and leaving four gashes of blood across it. She cried out at the sting, her hand lifting up and cupping the wounds before she dropped her hand and looked at him still shocked but quickly recovering from that shock.
Her hand was still tight around his neck as her own snarls escaped her throat, ready to fight. He WAS a werewolf yes, but he was also a child and therefore not as strong as an adult wolf. She could take him. Although he proved to be stronger than she expected as he managed to push himself away from the wall causing Evie to stumble backwards and fall - into a puddle. Angry Evie. Landon looked at her, and she looked at him. His eyes were enough to set anyone on edge but Evie being Evie began to laugh. And not only laugh but laugh at him loudly, in a mocking way. "Awwww look at all of the puppy's little fluffy wuff!" She stood up slowly, starting to circle him again. Wolf or boy, she would finish him.
Evie shrugged at what Landon said. Like he had just pointed out, she could kill him in a flash whether he was behind or in front of her. She was fast and she was deadly, therefore she had the upper hand. Well at least she thought she had the upper hand but she wouldn't discover that for another few moments. It hardly bothered her where he stood himself - just that it amused her that he was worried about where she positioned herself. "Whatever suits you, kid. Like you've guessed, it really doesn't matter to me." She took these few seconds between talking to him and grabbing his face to push her hair out of her eyes slightly - the rain was causing it to drop out of the style that she had had it in.
There was only one other person in the city, even the world who had managed to crack through the layers of emotional defense that Evie had formed over the years. That in itself was embarassing - she was planning on it never happening again. After all it was in a way, her Achilles Heel of sorts and Evie saw it as a weakness. It had taken a long time to bring that wall down even if it was only for a few hours. So how had this boy been able to see a glimpse of the emotional turmoil that subconsiously haunted the vampire before him? Was it his childlike innocence? Did he catch her off guard with that sort of question perhaps? Was she weaker as a result of letting her emotions known for a short amount of time? It was probably a combination of all three but it angered Evie enough that she was done talking to this boy.
As he backed away she stalked closer to him, never taking her eyes of his. She wanted him to look her in the face as she took the life away from his small body. Her hand gripped the white flesh of his throat and the strangled noise that escaped him only spurred her on. She laughed at his attempts to scratch himself free - his fingernails only made the tiniest of scratches to her skin which would heal within minutes. She noted the look in his face - it was fearful but then it changed...he suddenly looked a lot braver than a couple of seconds ago. She smiled at this - it was always good when they fought back. It meant the kill would last that little bit longer. His attempts at words though, angered her again and her eyes narrowed in result. It was definitely an Ardnull, just like she had thought. Could it be Anabelle? If it was that pleased Evie a lot - she had been dying to have a round with the weakling. "Which Ardnull are you protecting, boy? Lola? Andrea? Possibly...Anabelle?" The way she hissed the last word showed the change in her through processing - the way he was acting, how he had found her, what she had been hearing. She knew who exactly he had been talking to, and who exactly had told him all about the Moretti's. "Trying to be a martyr isn't doing you any favours. All I want to do is...talk to her."
His cries of pain as she started to bend his first finger back made her smile sadistically. She figured that the second one was also caused by his fingers being snapped and so carried on. She did however note the change in his voice before he went stiff. Well damn. Once again she had squeezed too hard - not enough to break his neck as she would have heard the snap but enough that she had apparently suffocated him. And here she thought she could make a little game out of this. Oh well...the boy was dead now, thats all that mattered for now. She hadn't finished snapping all off his fingers though and so she decided to snap the last one she had been working on when he had apparently died in her grip.
And then his hand that she was harming was suddenly not a hand anymore. She looked at it for almost a second in confusion before it swiped out at her causing her to jump back slightly in surprise. In front of her the boy she had been killing was no longer a boy and the sounds coming from his mouth were animalistic and feral. It was a natural reaction although she despised it but her eyes widened in fear. As she moved his paw swiped to her face, his claws catching her right cheek and leaving four gashes of blood across it. She cried out at the sting, her hand lifting up and cupping the wounds before she dropped her hand and looked at him still shocked but quickly recovering from that shock.
Her hand was still tight around his neck as her own snarls escaped her throat, ready to fight. He WAS a werewolf yes, but he was also a child and therefore not as strong as an adult wolf. She could take him. Although he proved to be stronger than she expected as he managed to push himself away from the wall causing Evie to stumble backwards and fall - into a puddle. Angry Evie. Landon looked at her, and she looked at him. His eyes were enough to set anyone on edge but Evie being Evie began to laugh. And not only laugh but laugh at him loudly, in a mocking way. "Awwww look at all of the puppy's little fluffy wuff!" She stood up slowly, starting to circle him again. Wolf or boy, she would finish him.
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