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Mysty sat quietly in the underground area of the Mary's Rose. She wore a rose red T-shirt underneath a labcoat, along with blue jeans. Her blonde hair was brushed down smooth, and her glasses shone in the light, magnifying the glow of her green eyes. In a hidden pocket of that labcoat was something she hoped no one would ever see, a small bottle of pills, used to surpress her true-self. Those pills were made by her own hands, using the science she had learned from watching humans.
There was another thing she kept hidden from all others, that terrible secret of what she really was: a beast remiscent of the very things they sought to destroy.
A sigh escaped her lips, she wasn't sure what she should do now, there were currently no odd-jobs for her to complete in the building. Glancing at the clock she noted that the children would be back from their school soon.

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The ticking clock at the back of the classroom counted down the minutes until dismissal for that day. There was not a single student in the class that was doing their work and the teacher could not have cared less. Everyone was anxious to leave for the day. It meant freedom for a few hours from the monotony of school life. The students sat in clusters of cliques, each one chatting happily about their plans for the night, what television shows they would be watching, who they would be going out with, etcetera.

In the very back of the class was the popular girls' clique. They were all tall, slender, and very well developed young women. However, they were also complete idiots for the most part. They were cruel, viscious, and mean spirited to everyone they deemed unworthy. Nonetheless, there was still an oddball even within the group. She didn't have perfect blonde or brown hair and she didn't have crystal clear blue eyes. She was also nicer and even a little smarter than the rest.

She stood at five foot seven inches in her three inch strappy high healed shoes with her short lavender-dyed hair clipped back from her face with tiny pink butterfly clips. Her eyes were a very bright but also very deep green with barely noticable brown spots. Her slender form was covered in a tight fitting violet halter top and violet mini skirt. Around her waist hung a lavender beaded belt. She was laughing along with the other girls but her laugh was fake. She got little pleasure out of insulting people. All she wanted was to get out of school quickly so she could go to a meeting at a local church she was more or less part of.

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Chosen Student:

Name: Dias Chandlier
Age: 16
Grade: 10
Homeroom: None, dropped out this year. Now spends time working for Mary?s Rose.
Weapon(s): His fists!
Special Power(s): Able to manipulate biological structures and earth (Biokinesis and Geokinesis)

Physical Description: Short, brown hair. Stands tall for his age. Emerald eyes compliment his steadfast demeanor. Wears a black school uniform.

Short Bio: Dias was an only child in a stable family. When his parents were murdered, Dias was devastated. He went to Mary's Rose looking to console his pain. Dias was soon introduced to the cruel reality that lay before him. He was also told that his parents were murdered by the very things Mary's Rose stood against. With this in mind, he joined them, channeling his anger into a force to be reckoned with.

Personality: Quiet, intelligent. Dias tends to avoid conversation with those he doesn't know. At times very temperamental.

Weaknesses: Although physically strong, his 'will' has been weakened by the death of his parents and can be easily manipulated. Dias hates working with other Sentients. At times, Dias gets lost in his anger and becomes hard to control. Has a phobia of the dark.

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The final bell rang shrilly and the students flooded out of the classroom to join the ocean of even louder students. The violet clad girl hurriedly shoved her way through the mob and headed for the stairs that led to the second floor of the building. Her objective was to get to her locker as fast as possible and then flee the school building.

The young girl reached a staircase and took the stairs two at a time - in high heels no less - and made it to the second floor without causing any bodily harm to herself or her fellow classmates. Her locker was located in the art wing of the second floor. It was usually deserted relatively quickly except by the artists themselves. The young girl thought it was a nice place to have her locker. The art was usually very tasteful and sometimes a little out there.

She stopped in front of her locker and dialed the combination without even thinking. She was so used to it that it was more of an unconscious movement rather than a forced movement. It was quick and precise as though her hands knew she was in a rush that day. She pulled open the locker and was almost hit in the face with a white envelope addressed to her. She half-scowled and half-grinned at it, knowing it was a reply to the one she wrote a guy in her homeroom class. She shoved it in her bag along with her homework, determined to red it when she got to the church.

Without another glance around her locker and the hallwya, she was off in a mad dash towards the staircase and then towards the main doors of the school. She had been late arriving at the church the last time. She didn't want to be this time. Nevertheless, if she tripped again.... The young lavender haired girl was a known klutz and it often added problems to many of her responsibilities, especially where the church was concerned.

Twenty minutes and several scrapes later the girl was walking into the church. She did her best to look like her scrapes and scratches weren't bothering her but she doubted that it was working. Just because someone suffered so much pain on a daily basis did not mean that they could easily ignore it. At least, that was how it was in her case. Alyzandra Carmichael would never be immune to pain until she died. That's just how she was.

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