Light flowed through Constina's fingers, and sealed the wound,
leaving no evidence. She felt her vision grow hazy, and she passed
out from lack of energy.
"I'm fine. I'm fine." he muttered shaking himself.
Name: It
Age: 15
Being: Demon
Appearance: It is tall, and has a strong muscular build. Despite
being fifteen he is taller than most adults. He wears tattered
pants and a dirty white shirt.
Powers: Whoever attempts to harm him feels the pain. You stab him,
and you'll bleed.
History: When he was born his mother died. His father tried to
drown him only to start coughing up water and dying. He was dubbed
It by the nurses. Multiple times they've tried to kill him only for
them to die.
Family: Dead parents
Crush: None
Bf/gf: None
Other: He emotionally is scarred and he avoids people for fear
they'll die.
It grunted as he was tied to the stake. Seeing the fire he began to
cry. "No put it out! Put it out! I beg you!"
The crowd laughed and the fire surrounded It.
A moment later the flames surrounded the executioner.
"I warned you!" It cried.
A gun was fired, and another man's head burst.
"I'm sorry...I'm sorry..." It cried.
(Okay then.) Loyle
Loyle stood up, "I'm gonna go get the paper, see if any
otherdimensional happenings are around." Loyle said, heading
outside, he grabbed the paper, and went back to the bar, "Local
executioner burned to a crisp, while he was burning someone at the
stake...." He read, "Person at a local execution's head exploded."
Loyle frowned, "Put everything together and we get... Demon, or
witch, I'm hoping demon. Not what I was expecting, but hey." He
said.