Appearance:<a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/rayna.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Name: Widow Henderson<br/>Age: 16<br/>Race: Human<br/>Gender: Male<br/>Extra Information:<br/>*Is able to heal others<br/>*Has telepathy powers<br/>*Has empathy powers<br/>*Sometimes has visions<br/>*Can see ghosts<br/>*Is vunerable to the supernatural world<br/>*Has been forced to cross dress by his deranged father since he was two<br/>*Is physically frail due to a semi-weak heart due to heart murmurs. they are not life threatening just make his body weaker than most his age. these heart murmurs cause him to cry tears of blood when they are happening.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Widow was running from bullies again. The strange boy who dressed like a girl hated that at times he would heart the thumps of his heart in his ears when he would have an attack from the heart murmurs. Such was the case as he ran now. Red tears trailed down his cheeks as the murmurs shot through his chest. These tears weren't because he was sad...it was the way his body reacted to the murmurs. He ran and darted his gaze around. There had to be someplace he could hide in. Some place nobody would think to look. He stumbled and the tears of blood stopped trailing down his cheeks as the heart murmurs stopped. He wiped away the red streaks caused by the tears. The beautiful black dress he wore flying around him. He spotted a place whose backside was surrounded by the decimated and spooky Flarinsto Cemetary. He knew people assumed that warehouse was haunted. Nobody went in there if they were living. Hence why he felt it was the best place to go to avoid being beaten to a pulp again. He bolted inside and heard them skid to a stop. Yelling that he was crazy for going in there. He didn't care.<br/><br/>He kept running and tripped over a form. Rolling over it and groaned. His head hurt and he sat up. His hands going through the dark room. A hand laid on the shadowed form as a warm sensation would shoot through his fingertips and into the form lying prone there. His eyes went wide as he realized what had happened. He scampered backwards. Just another reason for whoever was sleeping there to call him a freak. He heard his heart thumping in his chest. Red tears that weren't really tears trickled down his cheeks again. He felt a heavy air of sorrow and pain in this warehouse. It made him shudder. Still...it was safer in here. He did not realize he was sitting inside a magic circle.<br/><br/>"H-hello?" He called out to the form. The healing energy that had shot from his fingers and rippled through out the woman/man should have given them a burst of energy and ever so slightly healed something on her form. Even if it was only a little. His heart murmurs went away. He wiped the blood tears away. A single streak of red led from his eye down his cheek. Was that person dead?