RESTREPO, key marissa

[key marissa restrepo]

KEY MARISSA RESTREPO




PB:darla baker



Key Marissa Restrepo (res- treh - poe) is seventeen years of age and was born on January first, in Darwin, Austrailia. She's telekinetic and a student, heterosexual and a Purist, not because she's fond of the Donovan family but because she, too, would enjoy a war.



Key is gentle, but it's tough to get on her good side. She likes to be noticed and likes to have a good time. She doesn't react to emotional situation well and enjoys confrontation, as she's quite the hot head, especially when things don't go her way. Key doesn't get along well with other girls; she finds them to be the meanest and pushiest of other creatures, and chooses to befriend boys on most occasions. She's not that into her school work, and slacks off most of the time -- Key's often found sleeping in class. Her very favorite thing is leaving campus, alone or with friends. Either way, she finds it fun to explore. She's very adventurous, likes to try new things and foods and isn't easily scared.

Key was raised solely by her father because her mother packed up and left when Key was eleven. She has no siblings and because of this, was doted upon. Her father wasn't a poor man and liked to express it to his only daughter much of the time, causing her to believe that money was very important. Now, Key believes that the only reason she was spoiled was because her father thought that this might distract her from her mother's disappearance and her father's constant drinking afterward. Because of all of her possessions, Key is quite self-centered and her care extends outward only towards a few. When her father died, she became more of a loner and less of a spoiled brat.




Key was raised by her father, Jay Restrepo, even before her mother, Elena, left their family when Key was eleven. Elena was absent most of the time even before she left, so Key didn't really take much notice. But Jay did. He started drinking after his wife disappeared, and he bought Key everything she wanted because he thought that maybe she might forget that her mother was missing and her father liked to drink a little too much. Key, being an only child, got used to being alone and even currently, thrives in the quiet. She has quite an imagination and liked to make little words for herself, write stories about other people's lives and make pictures to go with them, too.

A few years after her mother's disappearance, Key came to Donovan Academy. From there, everything was rather uneventful, but she was as wide-eyed and bushy-tailed as anyone would be on their first day surrounded by people with special powers. And here, she had thought that she'd been the only one! It both had comforted her and made her angry that she didn't get something that had to do with manipulating an element. So she had begun to work very, very hard when she had first arrived, slacking off in every class except for training. Key wanted to make up for her power not being as special, make everything think that she was as special as Jay had always told her she was, after all.



Key's pretty good with her telekinesis, although she can't go moving heavy objects around for very long. She gets tired easily and can only come back in great bursts of strength. Little things, she can move for long periods of time. Losing control of larger objects is a problem of hers, and sometimes, when she becomes too angry, it's tough for her to concentrate on anything.



P.S. Key becomes very, very annoyed if anyone asks whether or not she has a sister named Lock.



[b][i]anti social personality disorder:[/b] personality disorder characterized by an abnormal lack of empathy combined with abnormally immoral conduct despite an ability to appear normal. otherwise known as sociopathic disorder. [/i]

sociopath, that was what they had proclaimed him only that morning. so painfully unaware of his own superior intellect that they had believed that he had not yet evaluated and apprehended his own psyche. it almost shamed him. he called those scientists his leaders. they were the city's own puppeteers. of course he had done this years and years ago, when he was sixteen and first converted into a superhuman beast and was allowed access into the secret library. it held privileged information. most of the other specials had never bothered with it, and falcon prided himself on knowing things that they did not. which brought him back to the scientists. was it even practical, not evaluating a special who was put in charge of making sure their little monsters learned effective ways of ending lives and harming certain individuals.

falcon grinned in the slightest at the thought of the little monsters he had been training. others called them monsters out of spite, whereas, for falcon, it was a term of endearment. he was about as fond as a sociopathic killing machine could have been towards the little monsters. his personal favorite had always been darcy. she was remarkably more powerful than any of his other students. what was more, she held charisma and a strange manipulative charm, much like him. none of the other little monsters were quite as clever as she, though they all held an intelligence far beyond the level that they should have. he smirked all of a sudden, a holier-than-thou expression appearing. his own level of intelligence had not been achieved with surgical knife.

even as a pretty, even when he was one of those divine creatures, he had been clever. he had been smart, he had been calculating, he had been cunning, he had been brilliantly knowledgeable. there. he had been brilliantly knowledgeable. not just smart or clever. brilliant. he smirked wider. even without his inhuman strength or speed, he would still have been incredibly cunning. there was another one. cunning, and incredibly so. his fascination with words and phrases and language in general only made him that much more....sophisticated, alluring, manipulative and artful. if anyone had seen him swaggering down the achromatic hallway, they would have thought the same. his physique, his demeanor, they gave off the same conclusion that his voice and the words that left his mouth did: this man was charming and captivating. they would never know that he was a malicious and vicious killing machine.

always dressed in splendid clothes that fit him flawlessly: no too tight, but tight enough to show off his exceptional build in dark, cold colors that made his black eyes shine. that morning, he looked as if he had just gotten out of an astonishingly important meeting with the city council. falcon always looked well put together, and he knew that he looked far better than any of those daft, moronic imbeciles in new pretty town. so, he went out of his way to bump his shoulder against someone else with just enough force to hurt anyone that was no classified as a special. that day, falcon had been feeling so appreciative of his own intellect that it was wholly and absolutely essential for him to charm someone into believing his masterful facade.

[b][i]"you must forgive me,"[/i][/b] falcon began, throwing on his most charming half-smile as he lifted his steely black gaze from the ground. he reached out, acting as if he wanted to steady the person he had knocked into, lightly touching their shoulder. [b][i]"i didn't see you. they really should replace the lights."[/i][/b] falcon's voice was smooth enough to seem as if he had no rough edges, like a glossy stone that had been tossed about by the ocean, though a keen mind would note how he apologized. he was not to blame. those nasty lights were. [b][i]"are you all right?"[/i][/b]

as if he really cared

Codeword: ADMIN EDIT
Alias: lexi !
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