…On the run. The Xweetok sprinted down the rugged, dusty path, breathing hard, appearing in pain. Her bloodshot eyes were open wide, pupils but tiny slits. Though she was drained of most of her obvious supply of energy, there must have been something that kept her moving toward the mountains ahead, tormenting the towering evergreen trees on the perimeter of the road.
She always seemed to be running from something, but this time, it was far different than her usual sly qualities. The sun was now practically gone from the scene, coating the world with a gray-blue atmosphere. Never was she active at this hour; it was much too early.
The pelt on her belly was deep purple, almost jet black, and the area it covered was huge. She was simply over-saturated with energy. Temperature rising around her, making it uncomfortable in the cooling days, sparks of violet and crimson were shot in random directions from her paws, blasting the area around her to bits.
She continued on in a rage, teal cloak flapping violently behind her, almost occasionally exposing her purple locks that were flying back and framing her face.

She sat alone now, nestled amongst the rough, jagged-edged branches and rigid softness of leaves a good way up in a maple tree, silhouetted in the dusty blues of night. That was how it began… yeah. It seemed so long ago, really... She shifted her position as a stray lick of powdery flame darted up her forearm. It zapped at a twig, clinging for life on the arm of its mother, and set it aflame. She quickly snapped the feeble limb off and fiddled with it between her paws.
The fire's just a means to let out eager smoke. It just wants to drift away, you know. No harm in it, really… It just wants to be free from the monstrous energy masking it. No cloak for the burn now, not anymore. Eventually it'd make its way to whatever it might be searching for, floating aimlessly like that.
As the young lady thought of this, she came to realize it was true for her as well. But what was she searching for now? That's where she couldn't make sense of it.

It really was such a long time ago...

Name: Tealite
Nickname: Teal (preferred); 'Tealsie' reserved for teasing
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Personality: Temperamental, powerlust, impetuous, thoughtful
Species: Xweetok
Color: A dusty rose with deeper violet markings
Status: Taken
Family: She left them. Or, more specifically, they left her.
Inclination: Optimistic realist
Roleplay: In-plot; closed.
Theme Songs: Getting Scared (Imogen Heap), Old Piano (Frou Frou), Up to the Roof (Blue Man Group)

There are also things that Teal is apathetic to in most situations. She has a quick temper, though, so excessive amounts of almost anything will set her off.

Tealite is generally a saucy little mage with quite the attitude, preferring to be alone than with numbers, even with acquaintances. Coming out only in the evening hours and late after midnight, she's difficult to find and even harder to approach because of her general attitude (it comes off of her in freakishly strong vibes, be assured). It takes next to nothing to push her buttons and irritate her to an extreme.

She keeps a high "wall" around her personal thoughts, and it takes quite the amount of effort to get past this, in a struggle that could last months to even years. Those that consistantly try to bring her down with a positive outlook will be shot with bitterness to try and distract them and test them further. To a small few she will give the gift of friendly recognition, which is far from friendship and usually comes along with brief conversation, scarcely about her, in a form of small talk, which she is uncannily good at directing and controlling from. Friends? Perhaps. Teal isn't the one to depend on others (even if she needs it). She never really understood the meaning of friends as a child, for her eccentric behavior often had her labeled as an outcast. She won't be seeking out any friends by any means.

Having a stubborn and power-hungry state of mind, she often beats herself up about and doesn't tolerate any form of failure, only wishing to become stronger.
She's quick in her senses, and also probes. She's very observant and tends to hide away in the shadows to do so. Tealite's not afraid to fight for anything, even if it means confronting someone with equal or greater apparent force of herself.
In all honesty, she really has some softness to her deep, deep down. It will never be voluntarily shown, which starts to show more of her darker and negative traits. She's extremely impetuous and often thinks about a situation, but acts out without warning or relying on said thoughts. She's stubborn and snippy, too. She doesn't like to waste time, and yet she doesn't know what to do with most of it, which often leaves her seeking out goals she can't chase, or wandering around with her mind muted.

Tealite's only form of magical ability is through an interesting blend of fire and her own cells' genetic code. They resemble pulsating lights with general qualities of flame and come in any shade of red or violet. Her abilities are rooted down to the spiteful wickedness she grew into during her childhood. Because of her rather uncontrollable state of mind which easily gets out of hand, she feels no remorse bringing her powers to an inhumanely intense level, savoring every second of it.

The only way for Teal to receive energy for any magical attributes is to absorb as much light as she can from the evening sun. When taken in, the heat becomes stimulating to the cells in her body that deal with magic and mutation (see her story).Said cells generally reside in the darker patches of color on her body. Initially, the easiest way to tell if Teal is "powering up" is by watching the color and viscosity of her belly. It acts as a central gauge of power; the patch of unstable cells increases in diameter and deepens in color when she grows stronger. The amount of energy Teal can withstand inside her depends primarily on her mental perception of the energy at hand, as well as her natural physical limits. It is quite easy for her to lose control of her actions in this manner if she doesn't keep herself in check. Her markings will continue to grow until she expels it in some manner; if she fails to do so, she'll literally go insane and lose conscious as well as moral regulations when she sends excess energy out through her limbs as violently as her body allows until there's nothing left.

Please note that Teal's attacks are almost glitter-like; the sparks don't just fly from her paws (unless she's lost control). They're slow moving and easily catch the wind. They could be described almost as "...soft and scalding".

Teal was born to two seemingly normal parents. However, it doesn't matter how they met; all that we need to know is that they did in fact meet, and soon became a couple, and, in turn, became expectant of a child.

Her father had an engineer's mindset, and was what we would call a "regular" sort of fellow. He was always cheery and kind, always lending a hand if need be with minor wood and rock manipulations. He was the kind of xweetok you would be proud of knowing. Despite his good character and positive outlook on life, he was very, very trusting of others. Said lack of suspicion sealed both his fate and his daughter's. The one person he thought he could trust the most of all- his partner- took utmost advantage of him for her own personal gain… or, really: game.

You see, Teal's mother was on the outside quite the lady: shy, dainty, and polite, and with such qualities she built a mask around her inner feelings and desires. The young woman always knew how to put people in the wrong place at the wrong time. She had been a mage, dealing with darker, unstable magic since a young age, and had pushed herself to extreme levels because of the potential she saw in herself. She ended up becoming tainted with a need for power and became bitter and spiteful with a wild temperament, and could be classified simply as a witch, consumed by her own blindness. She had never been able to perfect herself, which she knew was natural, but deep down, she resented it. When Teal's father came into her life, she forged a plan together and pulled his strings in every way she needed to initiate every corner of it. Everything was arranged for her own immoral ideas, primarily when she began expecting her daughter.

Her mother figured that she could transfer power exclusively to the developing Tealite, allowing her daughter to be closer to "perfection" than she herself was, even if it cost the mother's life in the end. In her father's absence, the growing Teal inside was exposed to the deepest depths of her mother's trickery and dark energy at just the right times… Into her feeble body went crackling fresh black magic fused with the natural blood of a witch, directly from her mother.
Such qualities were concentrated to a painfully dangerous level, and the mom-to-be spent many days clinging to life as her "experiment" took its toll on her.
Though gravely concerned, her father could never imagine his wife doing such things to his beautiful idea of a daughter. He stayed by his bride's side every one of the more painful days, praying that everything would work itself out. He was no medic magician (unlike she), after all.

During the final days of development, he mother simply overused her powers to create a final whiplash into baby Teal to seal things off. When Teal was born, her mother's careful attention had paid off in the sense that she appeared and acted like a normal baby. The only thing noted odd about her was that she lacked a mane. She simply had a bit of fluff on her chest, but nothing close to a mane, which both parents simply decided to be the blame of recessive genetics. However, what couldn't be seen was that exposure to so much concentrated, mature magic had literally turned Tealite into a living mutation. Every cell in her body was with an extra, under-the-radar chromosome, completely alien and fallow in nature. It allowed adaptation (read: mutation) to different concentrations to magic at different intervals and exposures.

Her father was overjoyed to see the blush pink baby Teal grow, as was her mother, though in a different sense, eagerly watching the results of her tinkering with nature, her next of kin- a true witch, to be surely powerful and nearly perfect, she thought.
In her late toddler stages, Tealite began to grow into faint lilac stripes throughout her limbs and on her back. She would cry if she wasn't allowed into the sun, particularly on evening walks with her father, who noted the stripes on her body would seem darker in the setting sun, though he figured it was just the fading light. In fact, such prolonged sun over time in the evening walks gave that extra, clear chromosome a fighting chance at fiery qualities, which she obtained as she matured. At around the age of six, a very dim (but obviously darker in shade than the stripes) ring appeared on Teal, tracing her belly. Her father became a little uneasy about such markings, and how they were growing darker, but his wife easily assured him that she had to be growing into her adult markings. After all, she didn't want anything to interfere with her work, and even though she didn't know exactly what it was, either, she had to see what the effects would be on her daughter.

As Teal aged further, her mother noted that whenever she began to tantrum, her stripes would become substantially darker, and the ring around her belly would close in on itself a little and become fuller. Her body temperature would occasionally flare up without notice. It was through this that she realized that Teal's potential for the power she desired was definitely unmistakable and growing partially unstable. Thinking it could be fixed with proper training over time, she began to teach her daughter the proper customs and etiquette of witches and other magic-wielding beings.
But alas, to no avail. Whenever Teal was irritated in the slightest, her powers would become unsound.

At the age of twelve, Teal crossed her mother's line. She began to cry, and a faint glowing powder of a fire whipped itself around her arm, which only made her throw a fit. This caused a chain reaction of sorts until she was basically entirely aglow and completely horrified with consternation.
Her mother became paranoid after several more powerful episodes until Teal became too much for her. She'd had enough with this girl. She couldn't keep her like this.. but naturally, as a mother, she dared not take her own daughter's life, especially one with such a... personal connection. Her own temperament got ahead of her and by acting on impulse she did several things she probably regrets now:
She initiated another plot to clear her slate with current relations. Late one night when her family was asleep, she gave her husband a quick and painful knockout blow, then attempted to wipe his memory by whatever means necessary. She knew she couldn't do it, but there was no stopping her from trying. Her means went too far, and her father failed to live another night because of her mother's panic. After that incident, the witch had a mental crisis. Questions flying, flinging, accusations, rage, fear, confusion, pain, insanity.

She grabbed her daughter, wrapped her up in a yellow blanket, and ran off with her to anywhere but where she was now. She had to get rid of this child. She had to… she loved her, but she couldn't take this! Her crazed state sent her to knock her daughter out and leave her bundled up in the middle of the forest. She complied with her will, and started off alone, unknown to this day by anyone else. When Teal awoke early that morning, nothing could contain her sorrow and she bawled for hours on end. She didn't see the means; what did she do? What kind of an awful child must she have been to be left with not even a foster mommy and daddy? What happened? What's wrong? She couldn't answer any of it… After all, she was just in the wrong place at the wrong time, right?
As the days rolled by, she stayed stationary in hopes of rescue, but as her hopes grew dim, she stood up and wrapped her butter-yellow security blanket around her like a cloak, and started off warily, but headstrong in going.. well, wherever she was headed.

Teal had no idea where she was, but she kept going, meeting nice people and mean people… and worse. These kinds of people made her so mad.. so very mad… that she lost it for the first time at thirteen. It was also the first time her belly darkened fully and swallowed her up in rage. Her two-toned eyes all but lost their pupils as she all but lost consciousness, emitting flares from her arms and viciously attacking the personal poltergeists that had tormented her so. Her victims were left with severe burns anywhere she came in contact with them, and she received a terrible backlash when it was done; her arms were basically burnt to a crisp. During her healing, she resolved to study her own behavioral patterns and control her magic.

In doing so, she began to feel something vaguely familiar… a sort of downcast spiral. A downfall with bitterness, similar to her mother's, though she was aware of it and tried to the best of her ability to control it. She soon learned that she could fill herself with energy by sitting in direct sunlight in the late evening, when the sky was full of crimsons and rich, plum purples (colors that matched her eyes, actually). She used such energy to sneak around at night and become more of a nocturnal nightwalker than anything else, though she felt the need for something more. There was something bubbling inside that she had to get out.

Her first act of pure black magic came by fusing such power in with her cloak to turn it a misty grey-blue to guard her. The magic allowed it to grow with her, as well.
The day after her first pure black magic stunt, she came across a puddle and noticed in her reflection, to her disbelief, that a sharp, dark, tapered violet marking had presented itself to stretch across her cheeks and below her eyes. Shocked, it spiraled around her face until she calmed herself, beginning to realize what she was- a mage. Darkness began to take her, and soon she became a wandering nomad of the land until she came across a particular forest, full of special creatures such as herself. Everyone was unique and had their own place in the forest.

That's where she decided to stay, but even so… As if she hadn't withdrawn herself enough, she stole herself away from society to keep herself secret because of her poor self-image. Her emotions began to take control of her into her late teens, and she took pleasure out of blasting the forest to bits, engrossed with any means of becoming stronger.

Oh no, this couldn't be more unexpected
And I can tell Ive been moving in so slow
Don't let it throw you off too far
Cause I'll be running right behind you

Could this be out of line? (Could this be out of line?)
To say you're the only one breaking me down like this
Youre the only one I would take a shot on
Keep me hanging on so contagiously

Wait... what are you telling me?