Name: Dementia Noire.
Age: 17.
Origin: The Planet Blanca.
Mythical Creature: Witch.
Level of Magic: Gloomix.
Powers/Abilities: She has powers over souls and space: Her soul attacks are basically torturing the person inside out. She can use their greatest fears against them, and since she can manipulate their souls as well - the damage will be zaidi prolonged. Her space attacks mainly consist of space disasters; comets, supernovas and gamma rays.
Personality: She manipulates people a lot to get her way. But, she is also very childish. She can never act very serious when she battles someone; always turning it into a game.
Appearance: She has black, scaly like skin. Her eyes are dark red, and her hair is a dark blue. Her arms are slightly shorter than her long legs.
Clothing: She wears outfits with Victorian styles, but with modern twists. She usually wears a tight white corset, with golden lace embroidered in it. She has puffy black lace-like-sleeves covering most of her shoulders. Her bottom is a long, black Victorian style dress, with white ribbons extending from either sides. Her shoes are white-punk-platforms with gray spikes.
Pet: None.
Background: She was born to no parents; her mother had aliyopewa her up as soon as she came out of her. Dimentia was aliyopewa to an orphanage and raised there for most of her life. At the age of fifteen, and war had begun in on her planet, the enemies were the Vashta Nerada: vicious creatures that hid in the shadows, consuming any flesh that they could find.
No one was save from them, and they could not be stopped. The owners of the orphanage started placing the children in the attic; where most of the suns light could be found. The placed candles around the space, trying to create as much light as possible to keep the Vashta away from the children. The owners saved the children's lives, kwa giving their own. That night, it was cold, lonely and full of bloodshed. The children were huddled together, around a candle to stay safe. Dimentia knew that if someone had two shadows - they would have to be killed, or, pushed outside. (Two shadows meaning; the Vashta Nerada had found you, and were making their songesha to kill) Once morning had hit, the seven remaining children (Dimentia included) ran out to find everyone they knew dead: skinned completely, only Bones remaining. Help came from a neighboring planet, and took the children to their world: Galafrey. Dimentia lived there for three years, until she got accepted into Cloudtower: heading to Magix a few months later.
Family:
Mother: Unknown - Deceased.
Father: Unknown - Deceased.
Age: 17.
Origin: The Planet Blanca.
Mythical Creature: Witch.
Level of Magic: Gloomix.
Powers/Abilities: She has powers over souls and space: Her soul attacks are basically torturing the person inside out. She can use their greatest fears against them, and since she can manipulate their souls as well - the damage will be zaidi prolonged. Her space attacks mainly consist of space disasters; comets, supernovas and gamma rays.
Personality: She manipulates people a lot to get her way. But, she is also very childish. She can never act very serious when she battles someone; always turning it into a game.
Appearance: She has black, scaly like skin. Her eyes are dark red, and her hair is a dark blue. Her arms are slightly shorter than her long legs.
Clothing: She wears outfits with Victorian styles, but with modern twists. She usually wears a tight white corset, with golden lace embroidered in it. She has puffy black lace-like-sleeves covering most of her shoulders. Her bottom is a long, black Victorian style dress, with white ribbons extending from either sides. Her shoes are white-punk-platforms with gray spikes.
Pet: None.
Background: She was born to no parents; her mother had aliyopewa her up as soon as she came out of her. Dimentia was aliyopewa to an orphanage and raised there for most of her life. At the age of fifteen, and war had begun in on her planet, the enemies were the Vashta Nerada: vicious creatures that hid in the shadows, consuming any flesh that they could find.
No one was save from them, and they could not be stopped. The owners of the orphanage started placing the children in the attic; where most of the suns light could be found. The placed candles around the space, trying to create as much light as possible to keep the Vashta away from the children. The owners saved the children's lives, kwa giving their own. That night, it was cold, lonely and full of bloodshed. The children were huddled together, around a candle to stay safe. Dimentia knew that if someone had two shadows - they would have to be killed, or, pushed outside. (Two shadows meaning; the Vashta Nerada had found you, and were making their songesha to kill) Once morning had hit, the seven remaining children (Dimentia included) ran out to find everyone they knew dead: skinned completely, only Bones remaining. Help came from a neighboring planet, and took the children to their world: Galafrey. Dimentia lived there for three years, until she got accepted into Cloudtower: heading to Magix a few months later.
Family:
Mother: Unknown - Deceased.
Father: Unknown - Deceased.
Name: Izzy Rae Frostinialiga (Frost)
Age: 15
Parents: unknown ( searching for them)
Description: shocking, amazing blue eyes, pale milky white skin and long flowing silvery hair
clothes: a strapless blue tank juu inaonyesha belly and really short jeans, blue heels
siblings: none that she knows of
Friends: The fairy gang and two girls that she later finds out are her. Cousins, Sasha and Dana
Place shee grew up: Alfea
Izzy squeled as Farogonda lifted her arms to exagerate the boom of the wingu in her story, "and then Izzy, the Winx gang took down Stormy and Darcey in a huge orb, witht the help of me and griffen, so wewe see that's how we beat the army of Decay!" Izzy smiled and curled up in bed, 6 years old and she was soooo interested in the ways of the witches, so exited for her freshmen mwaka in 11 years that her fingers tingled and for one moment it was perfect.
Then that moment ended
Age: 15
Parents: unknown ( searching for them)
Description: shocking, amazing blue eyes, pale milky white skin and long flowing silvery hair
clothes: a strapless blue tank juu inaonyesha belly and really short jeans, blue heels
siblings: none that she knows of
Friends: The fairy gang and two girls that she later finds out are her. Cousins, Sasha and Dana
Place shee grew up: Alfea
Izzy squeled as Farogonda lifted her arms to exagerate the boom of the wingu in her story, "and then Izzy, the Winx gang took down Stormy and Darcey in a huge orb, witht the help of me and griffen, so wewe see that's how we beat the army of Decay!" Izzy smiled and curled up in bed, 6 years old and she was soooo interested in the ways of the witches, so exited for her freshmen mwaka in 11 years that her fingers tingled and for one moment it was perfect.
Then that moment ended
The life I am living
seems so unreal,
feels like an
endless scary toil,
as I fight
my deep-rooted fears,
unable to hold back
my tears
I pray that
my mind adheres
and my moyo also hears
my pleas...
I fear
that my soul
is being hoodwinked
kwa my mind
…my mean mind
that is so unkind
It simply delights
in the agony
Though I don’t think
it’s so funny
making me dance
to its tunes
as if I was a bunny...
My dream seems now
like a nightmare
As I feel intense
but bare
Never knew
I had to prepare
…to stare
at dark, starless
nights
missing those
lovely fights
we had…at midnights
those highlights
of our love...
seems so unreal,
feels like an
endless scary toil,
as I fight
my deep-rooted fears,
unable to hold back
my tears
I pray that
my mind adheres
and my moyo also hears
my pleas...
I fear
that my soul
is being hoodwinked
kwa my mind
…my mean mind
that is so unkind
It simply delights
in the agony
Though I don’t think
it’s so funny
making me dance
to its tunes
as if I was a bunny...
My dream seems now
like a nightmare
As I feel intense
but bare
Never knew
I had to prepare
…to stare
at dark, starless
nights
missing those
lovely fights
we had…at midnights
those highlights
of our love...
It was a little thing
Such a little thing
And it begged me not to tell
So I took it kwa the hand
And it led me to hell
With mlozi eyes
Such startled eyes
It alisema it wouldn't hurt
So I sandalled down the desperate stairs
Slipping on ancient dirt
With coos and yelps
And triumphant smile
It ilitumwa me a letter
And here I am as sick as the dead
With no hope of getting better
It was a little thing
Such a little thing
And it begged me not to tell
So I took it kwa the hand
And it led me to hell...
I don't claim this poem as my own, but I will put up some of my poems I wrote l8er
Such a little thing
And it begged me not to tell
So I took it kwa the hand
And it led me to hell
With mlozi eyes
Such startled eyes
It alisema it wouldn't hurt
So I sandalled down the desperate stairs
Slipping on ancient dirt
With coos and yelps
And triumphant smile
It ilitumwa me a letter
And here I am as sick as the dead
With no hope of getting better
It was a little thing
Such a little thing
And it begged me not to tell
So I took it kwa the hand
And it led me to hell...
I don't claim this poem as my own, but I will put up some of my poems I wrote l8er