And run

From them, from them

With no direction

-Name;Scathach.No last name.She doesn't believe she should keep her fathers last name for her parents never planned for her to come.It just happened.They never loved her as one of their own.They left her to survive without what every child needs:love.
-Nickname;Scatty
-Age;17
-Gendar;Female
-Hair;Red hair that reachs towards the middle of her back.The egdes are cut choppy;she uses a knife to cut her hair.When she is in animal form,the wings/fur has a red-ish tint to it.
-Eyes;Dark green with little navy blue flints in them.The blue only shows when Scatty smiles.
-Skin;Pale.Nose is periced on the right side.Just a small purple studd.
-Body;She is slightly built.
-Gift;Scatty can control the element of water is a clairvoyant.For Scatty being a clairoyant messing with her mind and she tries to find a way to put a stop to it.
-Siblings;Yes.Jessy.However,Jess died some time ago.
-Father&Mother;Yes.Father is no where to be seen and mother k!lled herself when Scatty was only two.Scatty could really care less about her parents.They abused and left her alone in the big,wide world.She became a adult all to quicky.She lives in their shadow everyday.She knows her father is still about there,but she hasn't seen him since the night she finally had enough of his abuse.

Mother was the clairvoyant.Her father was just an average human...who knew nothing of her mothers gifts.However,after Scatty was born,the mother started acting weird.Her father didn't know what was happening,until he beat the answer out of for too long and that began to affect her.He started beating her-trying to beat what she was out of her.She k!lled herself finally.The father took the assumption that Scathach and Jessy were also clairvoyants.Scathach begin to show signs at the early age of 4,but Jessy never did.So Scatty's father did the same thing to Scathach that he did to his wife.But the thing is...Scathach was much stronger.

-Friends; none yet
-Enemies; none yet

Likes

++Writing/Poetry
++Running
++Flying
++Coffee
++Rain
++Quiet
++Swimming
++Sunny days
++Being challenged
++Music
++ Adrenaline

Dislikes

--Rudeness
--Being crammed in small spaces
--Life
--Heat
--Being unsure of herself
--Overbearing scents
--Socializing

We'll run from them, from them

With no conviction

Scathach is mostly always alone and she is fine with that.She barely talks to anyone and if she does she is uncomfortable doing so.She is a ceature of sight,not sound.She moves with a graceful pace and not a sound comes from her.She sneaks up on most people,whether on purpose or not.She loses herself often in her fanstasy world.Reality is something she is not good at.

My story is told through song

the pretty words turn my doubts to music

Credits

Thanks!

Layout image and coding by Juniper at Essence of Complexion. The brush is fron dA, the font from dafont, and the picture from Flickr.

Misguided Ghosts-Paramore

Cause I'm just one of those ghosts

traveling endlessly

I was born in a small,run down town in Cailfornia.It was a very bad place to make a living in and take care of young ones.Yet,there was a small community of "cr@ckheads and their mistakes".The other half of the town were all consisting of gangs and what-not.My father and mother met at a b@r.One thing lead to another,and in the heat of the moment,they were suddenly married.I was born nine months later.

I could say that my mother and father didn't get along very well,but I would be lying.They "never" got along.Whether it was about money...or someone cheating.When my mother agreed to marry my father,she didn't know his deadly hobby.He would beat her every night,after the nightly poker game.She finally snapped.I was only two years old-with a one year old sister-when she k!lled herself.That left me as my fathers target.After my mothers some-what formal funeral,my father began to drink more and more.He wasn't just drunk at night,but 24/7.I hid my little sister when he was home,trying to save her from him.I just wish I could have saved her from the world around her.

As I grew up,Jessy and I looked out for each another.We went to school each day-walking along the sidewalks-and then walking back.We made sure each of us got a full share,at dinner and we were each another shoulders to cry on,when we went to sleep.After all the beatings and crying fits,I couldn't save her from the outside world.One afternoon,we were walking home.The sun was fading in and out of the clouds,making our shadows disapprear and reapprear.Jessy walked closet to the road,going on about her day in kindergaten.I was focused on her,until I heard the screech of tires on road and the gun shots.I turned around,seeing the racing cop car before seeing the low,black car that it was chasing.

I knew what was coming-there had been reports of activiy from the gangs-but I wasn't fast enough.In slow motion,I saw the car slowing just a little,planning on taking out one last person before they were caught.Jessy's little body fell to the ground with one shot;the blood pooling around her head as she fell tot he ground.Her blonde hair mixed in with the grit and blood as I dropped to the ground next to her.I didn't move,not even when the poilce officers and the ambluance swarmed around me.

Don't need no roads

In fact they follow me

And we just go in circles

Well now I'm told that this is life

And pain is just a simple compromise

So we can get what we want out of it

Would someone care to classify,

Of broken hearts and twisted minds

So I can find someone to rely on

Instead of feeling depressed,my fathers maddness grew.Now,I was they only target.I took it,blow by blow-without one little noise.But,when he was done and out of the house,I let my tears roll off of my face.I silently cried myself to sleep every night.When I turned 14,four years after Jessy's death,I ran away.I found it incredibly easy too.I doubt my father even realized I was gone,but I didn't look back to see...

I moved from state to state,wondering around like a mindless ghost.I didn't know where I was going.I found a few jobs to help pay for food and other necessities.When I couldn't pay for food I would either steal it away from shops or sucker some old couple into buying me a meal.I have only been sent to the Academy because I was caught living on the streets.When they found out I had run away,they gave me an option;To either be sent back to my fathers place or be sent to the Academy.I bet you can guess which one I choose...

And run

To them, to them

Full speed ahead

Oh you are not useless

We are just

Misguided ghosts

Traveling endlessly

The ones we trusted the most

Pushed us far away

And there's no one road

We should not be the same

But I'm just a ghost

And still they echo me

On the outside,I look like the average teenage girl.Oh,but only if people really knew.Red hair sits upon my head.I have chopping bangs,I cut them myself with a knife.My eyes are a deep green with blue flints in them.I have a rough look to me,that comes from living on the streets half your life. I spend mmost of my time outside,but I am pale-almost white.I am strong and I have a good build to me.

I deeply hate being near other people.Its not that I am not unfriendly,I just don't like other people being around me.Uncomfortable,if you may.I am not mean,unless you make me be.I am not rude,unless you say something offensive.I am not afraid to hold my ground,meaning I will fight for something I believe in.I am usually always calm,never angry.Controlling my temper is very easy for me.If I ever do become angry,I won't let it show because anger is a sign of weakness and defeat.You should be rock hard or push cusion.Which ever you like.

They echo me in circles