GRIMM, Elijiah

[Elijiah "Mr. Halloween" Grimm]

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" A single death is a tragedy;,
a million deaths,
is a statistic."

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•NAME: Elijiah Malachi Grimm
•NICKNAME(S): Just Elijiah.
•STAGENAME:Mr. Halloween
•GENDER: Male
•AGE:16
•DATEOFBIRTH: June 6
•SEXUALITY:Bi
•GENRE: Metal

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•HAIR:Long, straight, and black
•EYES: Ice blue
•HEIGHT:5’ 8”
•WEIGHT: 120
•GENERALAPPEARENCE: Really appealing to the ladies. He's really feminine, and we know all chicks dig that. He's very dark, though, and is constantly scowling.
•DISTINGUISHINGFEATURES: His icy eyes
•TATTOOS/PIERCINGS:His lower lip is pierced

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•HOMETOWN:Brooklyn, NY
•MOTHER: Alana Calloway-Grimm-dead-
•FATHER: Laurence Grimm -dead-
•BROTHER(S): Twin—died in the womb
•SISTER(S):None
•OTHER: Mallory Allison-Grimm -step mother-
•HISTORY: He grew up surrounded by death. His parents were taken from him at an early age; his mother grew increasingly more insane than she normally was in the last few months of her life, and threw herself out a window, landing in front of Elijiah after walking home from his first day of first grade.
His father did not miss Elijiah's mother, for this was an arranged marriage. He took another wife, Elijiah's step-mother, who was plainly a gold-digger.
Elijiah grew hate this woman when he realized she was cold hearted. One day, he was pulled out of his fifth-grade class to tell him his father was dead.
At this time, Elijiah had no doubt in his mind it was his step-mother. Yet the man had died from a heart attack, and there was no way to prove the woman had done it.

And so began his fascination with death, from his experience in fifth grade, it grew as he immersed himself in dark novels and poetry. Now, he lives with his step-mother, a cruel woman whom he has been plotting to kill for a while now. He spends his time on the guitar mostly, taking out his anger on dispiritingly dark chords which rattle the spine. He came to MMA after persuading his step-mother, and the only reason she let him was because it’s a Boarding school, and she wouldn’t have to see him often.

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•LIKES:

, , candy, being alone, poetry, literature
•• Cigarettes
•• Soda
••Candy
••Poetry/Literature
••Guitar

•DISLIKES:,

•• Humanity
••His step-mom
••The sun
••Stupidity
••Adults

•HOPES:

••To kill his step-mom
••To make a CD
••To pop a kid’s balloon
••To own a snake as a pet
••To die

•FEARS:

••His step-mom living to a ripe old age
••Himself living to a ripe old age
••Himself living to see 25
••To loose his hearing
••To be put in an Institution

•SECRETS:

••He knows what killed his mother
••He was a twin that died in the womb
••He knows his father was killed by his step-mother
••He used to like school
••He once thought of jumping off the Brooklyn Bridge

•HABITS:

••Biting his nails
••Stuttering
••Smoking
••Reading
••Walking around barefoot

•PERSONALITY: Elijiah is very dark. He's extremely cynical and loves to scare people away from him. He doesn't do well in school, but not because he's stupid, for he is anything but. He actually just couldn't care less about most anything.
He loves poetry, though. From T.S. Eliot, to Poe, and especially the works of Lovecraft, even if those aren't exactly poetry.
He's a thanatologist, not a fucking necrologist. There's a difference between a philosopher and a coroner.
Elijiah's very secretive, and hates people. He does have a lot of secrets to keep, though.

•CHARACTERTRAITS:

•• Cold
••Angered easily
••Cynical
••Dark
••Grim

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•NAME:Damani
•AGE:13
•RPEXPERIENCE:Almost 2 years
•OTHERCHARACTERS:Johnny Shotgun & Rosiel Kadamon
•RPSAMPLE: –You’ll recognize it—

Alex Keaton shook his black hair once again out of the way of his deep ochre vision. His eyes were bloodshot from the lack of sleep he had been inducing upon himself. Blinking periodically to keep a clear visual image, he walked up the stairs which could lead anywhere. Of course, he knew where he was; in his subconscious. Tiredly, he struggled to remember where he was.
Coming up on a corridor, Alex scanned the area. Finding it nearly empty he smiled a small bit. For one, he hated large crowds. He hated people in general. But more importantly, the lone soul who was there was a person he did not hate. Pippa McMahon.

Ah, Pippa. He hadn’t seen her the whole summer, and it was a long, agonizing wait to see her blue eyes again.
“Who the fuck do you think it is? Satan Claus?” He questioned, smirking wryly as he approached her. He grabbed the railing and sat before her on the ledge of the window. Alex was certainly a daredevil, and was saddened every day he saw the sun set and realized he had lived another day.

Upon studying Pippa’s face further, it appeared she had…changed somehow since he last saw her. Within her eyes belonged more depth than he had ever seen before. His thin eyebrows furrowed slightly. Alex had heard what happened at the Ball in June, but hadn’t spoken to Pippa about it at all. For the first time, he grew slightly worried.
Alex’s dark orbs turned to the window, inches apart from his backside, and then back to Pippa. It was one thing for him to be this close to danger, but her?
“Were you going to jump, Pippa?” Alex asked, his lips curling into a smile. The ring on his right lower lip jingled a bit.

[Zachary "Zachie" Yates]

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Of ourse, you know the rest. lol