Welcome to Gaia! ::

High school starts and you're tired of being bullied. Luckily you've been working out over the summer and a few people are passing around flyers during lunch and notes about it in class. A group of kids has decided to take matters into their own hands and start to stop the gangs in the school.

Our lovely characters

Pic:

Name: Alyssa Marie Sixx

Nickname: Aly or Sixx

Age: Eighteen

Grade: Senior (Twelveth)

Bio: Alyssa had always been picked on by kids when she was younger. Her parents were known as the drunks/druggies, and were in a gang as well, causing them to be looked down upon by others. The hate started to build up inside of her, and caused her to snap in sixth grade. Alyssa was being teased by a kid when she turned around and started to beat him. She didn't care that she was doing was wrong, seeing as she had put up with all the teasing her whole life. Alyssa then joined the gang that her parents had been in, and started to change completely. She had always been quiet and a push over, that was until she beat that boy. Alyssa is completely different now. She doesn't take crap from people, and won't hesitate to harm a person who gets on her bad side. Alyssa carrys at the minimum of four knives with her at all times, one of them always being her knuckle knife no matter what, she also always has her brass knuckles with her, weather they are on her hand or not. She doesn't do drugs at all, but there is the ocational time where she will drink. Alyssa also is obsessed with blood... Any fight that she is in, there has to be atleast some blood or else it's not a fight in her opinion.

Mood/personality: Rather cold hearted and mean. She's very independent, and won't take crap from anyone. Alyssa isn't very soft hearted, and is very hard to get through to. She isn't a very nice person, and keeps to herself a lot of the time. There have been times when she's nice, but it never happens at school.

Likes: Blood, fighting, money, drinking (on ocation), sweets, and her knuckle knife.

Dislikes: Liars, cliques, preps, school, homework, most of her past, and having people say that her parents are worthless.

Theme Song: Animal I Have Become by Three Days Grace

Pic:
(Longer hair)

Name: Raphael St. John

Nickname: Angel

Age: 18

Grade: Senior

Bio: Angel's parents were leaders of the local church, leading to his name. He was named after a powerful angel since his hair was bleach white like an angel's wings. His parents took it as a sign he was to do great things. But he only brought them tragedy. The church burned down, they were in multiple car accidents, and his father was dismissed as a minister. One day, when Angel was just in sixth grade, he had stumbled upon a girl being picked on and he shoved the teasing boy, only to have the girl beat him by mistake. He came home bloodied and beaten. His parents were too numb to the recent pain to care about him. He managed to reset his nose back in place, but that night, something was different. Under the lunar eclipse, the red moon, his father killed his mother and gouged out one of Angel's eyes before shooting himself in the head. After that, Angel kept away from people. He did everything by himself, and his smile had faded from this world. He is still teased for only having one eye and being solitary from the student body, but he's grown deaf to the teasing by the preps and gangs.

Mood/personality: He's quiet. But not one of those quiet people who are secretly planning to shoot everyone. Angel is one of the more philosophical quiets. He just thinks about things and prefers not to talk to anyone about it.

Likes: Being alone, music, practicing his karate

Dislikes: Excessive violence, lairs, superiority complexes, almost everyone.

Theme Song: Breaking The Habit - Linkin Park

Raphael woke in his apartment, 5 minutes before his alarm. He turned the alarm off and got up, quietly walking around his one room apartment to the bathroom where he took a short shower. After he got all dried off, he slipped on his black eye patch and combed his shoulder length snow white hair. After he slipped on some hole ridden jeans, a plain gray shirt, and his baggy black zip-up sweatshirt, he headed to school. But he only walked. He didn't have a car, or a bike. He didn't have the money or the eyesight. That's what his eye patch hid, an empty eye socket. His father had gouged it out before killing himself in front of Raphael. Yet the boy dismissed it as he made it to the school He didn't live far so it didn't take him long to get there. And it also didn't take long for the teasing to start. Any prep or gang member would point and tease, calling him cyclops, or grandpa, or some other name that would hurt. Yet the boy didn't seem to even notice them. He just walked into the school, as if he was deaf. Not hearing a single word.

Raphael walked into English class, his hood up as always. And as always some of his white hair sticking out from under it, hiding his eye patch and the scar that peeked out form under it. He did spot that girl. She was early. For once. Usually she wasn't here at all first period. Yet he didn't speak to her. He just took his seat next to the window and pulled out a pencil. He started to doodle and write things on a scrap piece of paper he had.

((Tis ok.))

Raphael twitched a little at the loud noise of the book meeting the desk. The white haired boy stood and went to the teacher's desk, putting his homework on it and talking with the instructor. The teacher gave him the notes and homework and waved him off. Raphael went back to his seat and gather his things before walking right out of the classroom. He didn't want to stick around people. They were always so cruel. Always. Every last person was cruel and heartless. He didn't want to catch their plague of evil.

Raphael hadn't made it far when he was dragged outside by a group of gang members. He didn't even care what he did this time, since it was probably a petty thing, so he didn't listen to what they were saying. The next thing he knew he got a brass knuckle to his gut, knocking the wind out of him and sending him to his knees. He gasped for air, but only received a barrage of kicks to his chest, arms, hands, head, anything the boys could kick. After a few minutes of the barrage, they left him alone, leaving him to lay in the dirt and suffer. Nothing he wasn't used to. After a moment, he began to peel himself out of the dirt.

Raphael sat up feeling his mouth, checking to see if he still had all his teeth. They were all still there. Good. He then glanced over to the voice. That was that girl. This was highly unusual. Usually she was the one beating on someone. "Fine." he said quietly. He rarely spoke so most people mistook him for mute as well as deaf.

Raphael gathered up his things and put them back in his bag, before getting back to his feet. He simply walked away from Alyssa, going off the school property on foot, heading home. He wanted to go lay down and rest of the beating he had just taken. Sure he knew karate, but he just never felt like fighting.