(I kind of, well...'tweaked' the template a little - if that's okay with you)
Name: Scarlette Fleur Laeta
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Powers: Umbrakinesis - control over darkness. Pyrokinesis - control over fire.
Race: Half demon - shhhh
Appearance: Long, jet black hair with slight curves at the end. Scarlette's eyes are a stunning purple - yes, purple. Her skin is ghostly pale, and standing at 4"10, she's the shortest female at the academy over 15. This girl is stunningly beautiful, with cute curves and a slender figure. She wears black and purple, rather gothic clothes.
Likes: Being on her own, men, sex, secretly cutting herself...And soccer. She kicks butt at soccer.
Dislikes: Idiots, ignorant dickheads and teachers. Oh, and she hates smiling.
So: Straight
Side: Good - I think
Grade: Senior
Personality: Depressed, sad and unhappy she hates life. She wants to crawl into a hole and die. Little does she know, all she needs is a little TLC and love to bring her out of her shell.
History: At a young age her parents were killed in an 'accident'. She lived in an orphanage, until she turned 18 and got a place of her own. She's very poor. No one ever adopted her, even though she was there since she was 9, adding to her depression which sends her into sad fits every night. Her father was a demon, her mother a human, so she is half demon.
Crush: Shhh, but she has a thing for Drake - even though he doesn't know her. (Look in next post as to why xD)
Scarlette Fleur Laeta
The young female had seen him a fair bit. Drake, she thought his name was. Damn he was sexy. Though Scarlette hadn't been able to bring herself to even mutter a hello to him as she often hurried past him down the road, her head down. She usually blended into the darkness, as she didn't want to be seen by him as she walked to school, in case he'd strike up a conversation. She had first seen him a week ago, and just that day she saw him talking to Alex. She didn't care. Wearing black skinny jeans and a black hoodie, the hood pulled over her head, her black hair concealing the sides of her face, as she looked down as the rain pattered on her tiny figure, she walked. She was heading to the post office to deliver a few packages.
Scarlette headed in the door, ignoring the scowl of her boss as she was nearly soaking wet. "Scarlette, don't get these packages wet," he said, his eyes narrowing. The girl lifted her head a fair bit so her eyes met his, and she didn't speak a word. Her boss seemed to understand. Out the back of the post office, was her bike, that she delivered packages with for 3 hours after every school day. She couldn't take it back with her to her flat. He gave her a package which she slung under her arm and bolted off on her bike, arriving back 10 minutes later to receive the next package. She rode a fair way, though not puffed to an apartment, and leaped off her bike, walking to the door and lightly rapping her knuckles against the door. Little did she know, this was the apartment of Drake...