Erin Rakal

[Erin Rakal]

Name: Erin

Age: 15

Personalty: Basically she has two personalities. She can be nice and generous, while other times she can be vicious and cold-hearted. She has a very short temper that causes her to act irrationally sometimes, which always gets her into trouble. She has a shy, suspicious shell around her, but inside she loves to party and have fun.

History: See the paragraph form.

Gifts: She is a pyroknesis, so she can manipulate heat and fire.

Other: She has a hard time controlling her powers, and when she does lose control, the destruction really starts then. She tends to have bad luck and almost always seems to make it worse by acting on impulse. She didn't want to go to this school, she just found it as a safe haven from other angry mobs and free food.

Group: Warrior

[Erin Rakal]

Heroes. Villans.
Good. Evil.
It seemed as if two categories made up the entire world.
Good...Or bad...
Emo, preppy, happy, sad.
A person was always one of two things, one choice completely opposite from another.
You couldn't be both.
You couldn't choose the "None" option at the bottom of the page.
...Or could you?
Erin...
Where did she belong?
Was she good and nice?
Was she bad and cold-hearted?
Not even this mysterious girl could answer that for herself as she pondered the burning questions underneath a snaky but shady tree.
Was she nice?
Well, she would entertain children with her petty card tricks. Was that considered nice? She supposed so...
Was she bad? Cold-hearted?
Stealing, pickpocketing, threatening shopkeepers, and scaring citizens were daily deeds for her...
But wait. Wouldn't that mean that she was both?
Well, that couldn't be.
But it was.
That made her...an outcast.
Different from everyone else.
But something made Erin different from simply being a homeless person without a job.
Powers.
She was a gifted individual, preferring to call herself that as a solution to ending the countless arguments with herself about the fact of whether or not she had been cursed or blessed with the wild power...
...of fire...
She hated this 'gift'.
Hated it right down to its firey core.
One would think that she'd be delighted to have the ability of pyroknesis, yes?
WRONG!
Think about it...
Normal family, normal house, normal everything. Nothing exciting, nothing boring, everything is going along just great in the typical dysfunctional family...
BAM! Chemical spill along the road while she just happens to be walking along. BAM! Suddenly a week from escaping the death grip of the fancy-pants hospital she discorvers something the doctors DIDN'T know for once!
Holy crap I have powers!"
Fun fun! Time to celebrate, right?
DONG! No!
She's practicing her power in her room, her safe haven away from peeking eyes.
Before she knows it, the entire family notices that she just burned down her room wearing a head of crazy scientist hair. The only reason they don't think it was a chemistry set gone bad is because of the dancing, warm bit of fire in her hand.
The part that really scares the crap out of her parents?
Nothing's happening. She's not even flinching, no face making. Heck, the only thing on fire is her hand, and that isn't even hurting.
And when she finally snaps out of the hazy fog in her mind about what just happened, she shuts the flame off with a snap.
Only to have her parents cower in fear of her down to the point of locking her in the basement. Even installing a small doggie door for her food, leaving her unable to see the light of day ever again.
Only she starts to notice...
...that she can see.
Able to magnify the tiniest amount of light or heat to make the whole room seem lit.
In fact, so much magnification that when she finally got through the cement wall by using the little plastic spoon from a TV tray dinner, it burned her eyes.
What did?
Everything.
The sun, the light, the heat. Even the heat coming off of the car that just started.
Think about a burning sensation in your eyes so bad that you can't even think. That's what it felt like for Erin with her new vision.
An easily solved problem by closing her eyes?
Wrong again.
Turns out she could still see with her eyes closed. Although it made everything a lot better, it would still burn as much as it did with her eyes open if someone shined a light in her face. Or if the sun just decided to be really bright that day. That second event happened more often than the other one.
So. She needed a blind fold.
Found a fancy looking hankie on a guy running an antique shop who, apparantly, still thought the little white cloth was still fashionable.
And this attractive 'blindfold' was the start of her sticky-fingered way of life since she couldn't get a job or money.
Erin stood, her hands encased in the black fingerless gloves gently brushing the back of her pants, shedding a few grass blades. She raised her arms to tighten that once silky blindfold. Her once jungle-green eyes had turned to a milky white from the exposure to extreme light that ruined their looks from underneath the blindfold, now dirty with time. Strands of her golden hair were plastered underneath the now dry stains of mud and blood. The same golden hair that fell past her stained clothes, darker strands running through the waves of sunny yellow, only for it all to end around her waist, just above her ripped blue jean pants. Her slightly bulky black boots were hidden underneath the pants, mud plastered over the front.
Erin...
...was the little "None" button at the bottom of the page.

[Macy Deltine]

Hi! And Welcome to Orchid Hill!

Since you are in Warriors, you get to fight for the school. Your head is Madeleine Baudelaire.You have been placed in dorm 17.

And have fun!!