Valen Starting but still accepting!!

“I can make bubbles where I draw out the air molecules, causing someone to die slowly due to lack of oxygen. I can also torture, and kill, from the inside. The human body contains air like nothing else. I can expand air, bursting your veins and causing inner bleeding. I can even blow up your lungs. I'm also able to cause whirlwinds, storms and whatever else kind of air-borne weather phenomenon you can think of. Put simply, anything you imagine that entails air manipulation, I can do it.”

I stand about 5'5'', and I weigh around 120 pounds. Is there much to say? I don't really have a particular fashion sense, I just kinda get whatever fits and looks good, I am not one to care about price, I like thrifting a lot, and making my own clothes. I have turned table clothes into dresses, old jeans into studded jean shorts, and I used my mom's old drapes for making my prom dress. Although, I do have my brother's old motorcycle leather jacket that I wear all the time, normally followed by a pair of ripped skinny jeans and a white top. People call it being "Hipster" I tell them to shut the fuck up. Hipsters are annoying.

Well… My name is Angel Halloway. And yes, don’t laugh my mother named me that because she thought I was her little angel. I was born on December 25th, 1993. I grew up with my mother and father, being the golden child. I was the whole gig. I sang, danced, played sports, and did really well in all my classes. It’s cute though, I grew up, with a fake mother, and a seemingly flawless family. My mother was the queen of deception, she did everything swift and with a smile plastered onto her face. You would never be able to tell when she hated you, and you could never tell when she was at her snapping point. I guess I learn from the best. My family was extremely disciplinary, if I ever got out of line, I got smacked around a good bit by either parent. So I learned to quickly cover things up with a smile and a nod. I am a pretty good liar to be honest, and one of the best at deceiving people. That’s how I’ve lived my entire life. Nobody knows I smoke, drink, have sex, or anything.
With my power, how can you expect me to be good when there’s so much that can be done, and being good is no fun anyway? Trust me, I’ve tried it. I mean… how you think my father passed away… It wasn’t really a heart attack. More like a lack of oxygen. Hmm? Although, I must say, it WAS out of self defense… And I had no real control over my powers or anything. Things just…Happen when I’m infuriated.
It’s really funny though, how an innocent face can be so… deceiving. To be frank, I don’t care who you are, what you can do, or what kind of status you have. If you have some fancy title before your name, don’t give a shit. If you get in my way, well… Let’s not get me started on that.
Besides that, I promise I won’t hurt you unless you get in my way.

Likes: Sex, alcohol, drugs, and rock and roll. But you know, I also like sexy boys, and hey why not throw girls in there too? What I pretend to like? People. I also love me some live entertainment, and deceiving people.
Dislikes: People. Stupid People. Government, restrictions, and people telling me no.

I don't like to talk about my weaknesses, it's not my forte but whatever. I have a big weakness I don't tell anybody. I watched my brother die . My dad was ultra aggressive one night, and my brother took the fall for me, he took a blow to the head, tumbled down the stairs and landed at the bottom with a thud. He had damaged his spine, and the hit had been so hard, along with the fall, he had a concussion on the back of his head. Doctors said it was so bad that when he hit the stairs, he'd hit them so hard his brain legitimately knocked back and forth like a ball in his head... He was my twin. My best friend. It was because of him I trusted people, and now that trust is gone. He's my weak spot, whenever I break down, I run to his grave and sit there for a very long time. Sometimes I think I can talk to him, I write him letters, it just gives me comfort.

Pretty damn cocky, a womanizer. A flirt... Guess so, but hey. Flaunt what you got, I can slow down when I'm thirty. Right now, I'm just living my life, trying to be free of any ties. Some people think I'm cold, sinister, but that's not really the case, I don't care about people, just their actions. I love getting into the gossip...It's my I'm just afraid to show it...And I guess some people have considered me arrogant, and extremely sarcastic too. I can't disagree, I just like learning even the most random facts and trying to upstage people with my variety of knowledge.
To say the least, I have a quick temper though, if someone does get in my way. I have no problem beating the shit out of some asshole. I'm loyal to my family, my grandpa kind of beat the concept of honor over my head for quite some time. Which might have eventually spawned into having too much family pride. Oh well. Everyone to me is a simpleton, and I know that since I am an athlete -- your typical looking jock -- that everyone assumes I'm a dumbass, but that's hardly the case. I got good grades and what not. I, however, did get into some fights in high school, when some assholes tried to grab at my little sister. But other than that, the principal at my school did love me, and about 90% of the female teachers did too. I, undoubtedly, was quite a flirt.
I fell in love with soccer when I was seven, my brother taught me everything I needed to know about it. It became a family thing every Sunday, after church -- yes our mom made us go to Church -- we'd all get together and play soccer as a family, or football. We were huge sports fans, always active and such. My grandpa gave me a lot of history books when I was little and I would read those a lot, I love to learn. It's part of my nature.
I quite like, women, working out, booze. Me, myself and I. I love soccer too and learning about people I guess, I'm a secret book worm, I love to read up on History, and to be honest I was always asking questions as a kid. I like to know everything and anything I can because I like to be smart...And upstage people, although people normally just make fools out of themselves without my help. I don't much care for shirts... Someone standing in my way of what I want. When I don't get the whole story, or someone is trying to keep something from me. I'm very...Nosy as some might claim... I just call it having a... hunger for information.... I really hate when a girl judges me by the way I look, I know I look like a jock, but I am smart... Plus that whole love thing, not REALLY a big fan of that. One night stands are more my thing...But... if the right girl... Ugh, nevermind...My biggest fears are being alone, I've lived with my family all my life, and losing them would be terrible.

Cherry does not know it, but her mother’s sides of the family are descendants of an ancient Valen line that crossed into the human world briefly many years ago. It’s been so many generations that no substantial Valen blood remains, and she is completely human, but she does have the draw described above. As such, when the Valens cross into the human world again, she will cross paths with many of them unintentionally.

Cherry grew up with two parents who really loved her, but they had a tendency to stifle her. When she was in middle school she ran away to try and learn what it was like to be her own person, but she was too young to take care of herself. As such, she was hooked on drugs and abused constantly before she was 12. She turned herself in and went home when she was 13, but it took her a year of rehab and three years of intensive therapy to be able to get out in the world again. Now that she's 18 she is trying to make it in the real world, and she has her own apartment and a part-time job. She's very close to her parents who try to support her in whatever way they can, but she's really very lonely because she has trouble interacting with others.
Cherry is incredibly intelligent, but never got proper schooling. She reads whatever she can find and writes constantly. She lacks the ability to socialise or hold a conversation. Most people are either too slow for her or scare her, and her defense mechanisms are a sharp tongue and bad temper. All she really wants is someone to get through to her and be her friend.

Art was pretty lucky in that while he was born with Waardenburg’s, he has mostly displayed only the more benign symptoms. However, he is prone to seizures if he does not carefully take his medication.
Past his medical issues, Art is a fairly typical teenage guy. He goes to high school, is captain of his swim team, gets decent grades, and is usually successful on the romantic front. Art is not a genius by a long shot, but he works really hard in school in order to get into a good college. He’s an amazing artist (which his friends love to parallel with his nickname), and he isn’t shy about it. He takes a lot of teasing from his gang, but he loves art and culture just as much as he loves watching ESPN and Megan Fox’s boobs. He’s developed good sense of humor.
His biggest secrets are that, one, he’s a huge smoker. If anyone found out he’d get kicked off the swim team and by association lose his chances at a good college scholarship. Not to mention, he’d take a lot of heat at home. His other secret is that his dad has become an abusive alcoholic ever since his brother (Art’s uncle) was killed in 9/11. Art’s had to learn to protect himself and the rest of his family, and is incredibly protective of them as a result. He has a hard time dealing with it emotionally, but he keeps it bottled up to the best of his ability.