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CHARACTER BIO TEMPLATE Basics Name: Phineas Mallory III Nickname: Phin, Phinny (only to the ladies) Supernatural Species: Sorcerer Sex: Male Rank: Senior Age: 18 Birthday: December 27th Sexual Orientation: He adores attention from all, but prefers the ladies. Appearance Height: 6'3" Weight: 215lb (it's mostly muscle, he says) Hair Color/Style: Black hair and wavy. It usually has the appearance of being messy, but in a good way. Eye Color: Sterling Silver Other: Marks, like besides his right cheek dimple? On his incredible body?! The mere thought makes him queasy. He does, however, have a little birthmark on his booty, but he

CHARACTER BIO TEMPLATE Basics Name: Kyli Selene Callaghan Nickname: Students may only call her Professor Callaghan. It's just Kyli to staff members, though some may feel brave enough to call her Ky or, dare I say, Ky-Ky. Supernatural Species: Werewolf Sex: Female Rank: Librarian Age: 29 Birthday: August 3rd Sexual Orientation: Straight? Bisexual? Lesbian? She has never had a relationship, so she isn't sure what she likes, but we'll just say straight. Appearance Height: 5'5" Weight: Around average for her height. Roughly 130. Hair Color/Style: A straight dark brown. It is usually left down. There are times where it is pulled back

(Nota bene: Beatha is beh-ha Bás is boss Grá is graw) The ecstasy had finally begun to dim to a light flutter. They slept intertwined in each other's arms. They slept so close that they stole the other's breath only to return it a moment later. Tender raindrops tapped a melody against the window pane. It was their only source of mood music on their special night. A mark of his determination was still present, scattered around the dark room. Willows of smoke rose from numerous burnt out candles. Their red silken sheets laid in a heap on the floor after being tossed off in the heat of the moment. The drapes were pulled open, lett

Hate,   abstract and vague tweak of the pen A burning sensation twisting my gut pulling   squeezing ripping   screaming Every key pressed A lightning jolt of pain itching my fingers Mind rolls one way   shifts the other organization lost coming around again  train meets the track it gets rolling. Itching intensity swells the train pushes forward ignoring the black smoke Hate,   still abstract still burning   twisting squeezing   ripping   screaming Purple flowers  unnecessary words over dramatic self expression Meaning tumbles head over heels hiding between flowers spiraling downward Derailing train   desperatel