Name: Scarlet Version (if addressed by name called Ver, Scar, or Scarlet)
ID number: 666
Appearance: about 5'7
Symbol: skull with an outline of a flame on the forehead if it
Personality: acts cold, but is really a softie. Has a short temper but hides it with any and everything possible. Hates conflict but will edge people on till they want to start something
Abilities/powers: umbra-pyrokinesis (Dark fire manipulation) and Hell flame manipulation. Is often backlashed and burnt by the hell flame, so sticks with dark fire
Other: grew up in facility, is easily scared especially at night. Knows how to fight in hand to hand combat without using powers, but would rather not.
If he is to op I will dim it down, but my phone messed up twice so this is my 3rd time retyping it all
It was lunch time in the facility and the children gathered in the cafeteria. There were plenty of tables to sit.
At one particular table, a girl sat alone and isolated. Soleila sighed deeply, grasping the syringe. It was filled with a bright purple liquid. Poison she had thought, staring at its bubbles. Cautiously, she injected it through her thigh. Of course, she lifted up her skirt to do so, but she didn’t care anymore. It was almost like she didn’t care about anything, but deep down it was everything. She hoped no one was looking at her, anyways. The past year had been a living hell, but she was use to it now. Everyday, she injected this awful serum into her bloodstream, giving her amazing abilities, so she’s be just like the other children. Despite the fact Soleila had been in the facility for a year, she hadn’t made any friends. She was surprised that they were even allowed to socialized. It was just like a school or something, but kinda painful.
Scarlet wondered the cafeteria, looking for somewhere to sit alone. He didn't want to bother anyone who was already seated nor did he really want to meet anyone new. Just about everyone he talked to just disappeared overnight. He passed someone who was fairly new, and was injecting the serum into her thigh. It brought back memories he didn't want to remember. It had been a few years since he did that. But since he grew up at this facility he had to do that many times just the site of it made him wanna throw up. But he sat against the wall watching all the people in the cafeteria, giving people that got to close a dirty look.
Erratum was sitting near the middle of the cafeteria, casting glares at anyone who got within touching distance while he ate. He idly picked at the bandages on his fingers, glancing up at the ceiling thoughtfully before going back to eating. He quickly finished and stood up, deciding to find someone to torment for a little bit, quickly spotting a few potential victims before moving to approach one
Soleila looked around the cafeteria one last time before getting up. She spotted Scarlet and noticed his red hair, and his bicolored eyes. She hated it to admit it, but she admired them. Soleila didn’t really know Scarlet, but she felt afraid of him, and for whatever reason, her fear had comforted her.
With a sigh, Soleila heaved a satchel onto her shoulder. She had to have somewhere to store her... medicine. She pressed down her skirt with her finger tips to make sure it didn’t fly up. People were staring. There were always people staring— at everybody.
Scarlet glanced around the cafeteria, almost worriedly but also calmly at the same time. He made eye contact with Soleila, but he didn't know her name and just kept referring her as "the new girl" because he hasn't seen anyone else new since her. He got up and went after her when he saw her leaving, he wanted to try to get to know her. When he caught up to her, he didn't say anything at first because he was unsure of how to start a proper conversation.
Erratum smirked as he sat down in front of Katima, propping his head up with a hand "how are you doing paddy paw" he said almost condencendingly as he stared intently at her, his messed up eyes appearing to glow faintly as he watched her