<ul class="bbc_list"></ul><div align="center"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center"><em><strong>(http://i1263.photobucket.com/albums/ii625/RainbowRian/surua2.png)</strong></em><br/><br/><em><strong>Player:</strong></em> TeacupTwink<br/><em><strong>Song:</strong></em></div></td></tr></tbody></table> Breath of Life - Florence + The Machine (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xOm2fLucQ9g)<br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><div align="center"><strong><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;"></span></em></strong></div><hr/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Name: </strong></td><td><em> Surua Aalto</em></td></tr><tr><td><strong>Age: </strong></td><td><em>17</em></td></tr><tr><td><strong>Orientation: </strong></td><td><em>Homosexual</em></td></tr><tr><td><strong>Occupation:      </strong></td><td><em>Student / Pianist / Artist</em></td></tr><tr><td><strong>Hair: </strong></td><td><em>Platinum blonde, nearly white.</em></td></tr><tr><td><strong>Eye Color: </strong></td><td><em>Frosty Hued Blue</em> </td></tr><tr><td><strong>Height: </strong></td><td> <em>5'6"</em></td></tr><tr><td><strong>Ons &amp; Off </strong></td><td><em>Enjoys seducing and being seduced, he is unpredictable due to his history. However there are sides to him of which could even contradict one another. Dominance, minor sadism and more feed his inner demons. Tinges of S&amp;M, bondage and more are not counted out, despite what one would normally think at first glance.</em> </td></tr><tr><td><strong>Powers:</strong><br/></td><td><ul class="bbc_list"><li><em>Banshee Scream -</em> Surua grew up in a cold climate, having to sing hard against the frosted winds. His voice is strong, but no one expected this power to come from him. It showed in fairly small tinges, however both powers of his did not seem to show up to this deep depth until his alleged possession.<br/></li></ul></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">reserved ability for future development not available yet. </div><div class="spoiler_body"><em>Audible Inundation -</em> This power was only discovered after he was gagged, the screams rendered useless as he was attempted to be exorcised. This power has only ever been used once and in truth, he isn't even sure if he were the one to do it or the alleged demon protecting itself. This power has to actually be learned however, as this appears to be completely accidental if it were even Surua using it. Unable to be used currently at this time.[/li]<br/>[/list]</div></div><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Appearance:   </strong><br/><div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"></div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i941.photobucket.com/albums/ad252/NekoTheSecretNinja/724097_zpse4f44010.jpg~original)(http://i941.photobucket.com/albums/ad252/NekoTheSecretNinja/Candyum/Delicious/large3_zps22a768a8.jpg~original)</div></div></div></td><td><div style="text-align: justify;"><em>   </em></div></td></tr><tr><td><strong>Personality:</strong></td></tr></tbody></table> Surua, being of such a cold climate and society used to be still caring and at times it still shows. However after the demon he had befriended, he has been seen as a bit more arrogant. A more erotic, twisted sense of humor takes place more often in which he not only seduces but, humiliates them as well. A cruel sensibility and odd comedic stance as far as what he finds to be funny.<br/><br/>However when he is himself, it appears he is quite silent for the most part. That small tinge of arrogance still there, possibly to push others away.  He focuses on music and creative outlets as he did before any of this had ever happened. Planning on going to a school for the arts, he hasn't said it but he just may resent others for sending him to the coven. He feels he can handle this all on his own, prideful and very intelligent. --- Currently he has been put down as having a minor personality disorder that is " under control " at this point.<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div style="text-align: justify;"><em> </em></div></td></tr><tr><td><strong>Enemies</strong></td><td><div style="text-align: justify;"><em> His own inner demon / possible multiple personality, but they are friends right?</em></div></td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/><br/><div align="center"><hr/><strong><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;">History | Background</span></em></strong><br/><br/>Raised within a lower-wealthy home in comparison to the extremely rich. Definitely above middle class however, Surua's family had come from both old money and some new. Piano lessons, vocal lessons - he took advantage of these things in hopes of creating something beautiful and the arts drew him in. Mother, originally being a small time singer at lounges quit to fit the role of her husband's wife so not to hurt his image or hint that he could not take care of her.  The strain of being a doctor's wife perhaps putting her in a minor to mild depression now and again. However, the woman still sang at events for friends and around the house quite often, which may be perhaps part of the reason the fair child was so interested in taking that road.<br/><br/>His father, outside of his profession was a traveler. Bringing Surua gifts or even along with him, sometimes for work if not on their own little vacation with one another. Eventually, the cherub faced boy grew and became quite familiar with American society and could speak English quite well - masking his accent a little more over time when speaking their language. Thus making his father proud, but for the wrong reasons. The Finnish man wanting his son to of course take his route into medicine or become a business man as he had such easy access to it given his father's status socially. Surua however never denied his hints and wishes, the information though he knew what he was going to do himself.<br/><br/>A year later, upon turning sixteen Surua had been home for two months after a trip he became quite ill. The first night any signs were shown he was driven to the hospital only to be sent home three days later. However nothing was fine as they said it should be. Excessively dehydrated, breathing constantly heavy and movements in what small hours of sleep he had gotten extremely violent towards himself. It appeared he was even speaking in tongues he had never even had the possibility of learning in his sleep, a devout Catholic - his mother called a priest. An exorcism of course taking months before being denied, had been done anyway. Piercing banshee screams erupting from his vocal chords deafening them for a short term and even forcing one of his little helper's unconscious. Eventually he was gagged, panting and unable to do anything as Holy water was splashed at him. Surua's brows furrowed in an upset manner trying to look away so not to get splashed in the face.<br/><br/>At this time, his own head filled with an odd assortment of what he assumed to be gibberish was Latin chanting. Before he knew it, the priest stopped what he was doing and was holding his head. Claiming to hear enough voices to make his head burst before making a dramatic escape. However, time has moved on. Surua has shown more of his natural self as the demon seems to have settled in. The boy still is not back to what he was of course, but closer none the less. The occasional Latin whispers in his sleep and walking at night with closed eyes. It still worried his mother, a woman from a line of witches that was hiding the secret from both her son and husband figuring it would never pass down. Her last resort and only aim for help was the witch academy in New Orleans. Thus Surua was sent there, to help contain his powers or see if this supposed daemon could actually be removed if it existed at all and wasn't a mental illness as so many suggested before.<br/><br/><em>The Encounter</em><br/><br/>When Surua believes he encountered the demon, it was purely by accident. Being chased by a few enemies from school, bullies who had targeted him specifically for his sexual preference. He had been punched all over before from this same group of boys, humiliated behind closed doors. Most seeing it as a sign of jealousy as he did so well in school and appeared to have it made. This specific day, after saying they'd of course all attack him at once - planning to jump him only informed on this thanks to an anonymous note - he ran. <br/><br/>The group of three ran him eventually into a small chipped white building. The white paint exposing wooden frames, tattered and destroyed insides of the building with all sorts of filth across the floor. Broken glass nearly on each step. Surua however knew partially what they wanted. Feeling him up, slapping him in his face on occasion to a point they had busted his lip open after talking about how much they all of course liked them. Humiliatingly pushing them out in a guppy-like pout before  unzipping their own pants. It didn't take long, one after the other. However it felt like an eternity to be gagged and have your throat tested by impatient teenage boys who only wanted to ram into his face to a point they had actually bloodied his nose. - Eventually time passed, they had gone. Surua wiping the blood from his face and the salty fluid from his lips panted, waiting in the building.<br/><br/>Looking about, he had realized it was the old church he was in. One that hadn't been used since the 1940's according to his grandfather, but he knew nothing else of the place. Catching his breath and resting, thankful his face had been the only thing used at this point as he wiped his chin and gulped thinking of what excuse to use once he had gotten home. It was too embarrassing for one with so much pride to admit or tell anyone. Especially when he was aiming to be an artist and scholar, one to be respected as soon as possible. Pity wasn't an option, those were his thoughts as he pulled himself together. However as he sat there, over time the area felt quite odd. Cold, somewhat more moist and chilling and a minor amount claustrophobic as if he shouldn't move.  Suddenly the sound of metal chiming and clinking could be heard, startling him. A small, but beautiful ornamented rosary falling down at his side from a rickety old table he leaned on too much.  Far too gorgeous not to pick up and take with him, as if it were a gift he had walked home with a very fair ever so slight smile at his lips. That night however, wearing the rosary to bed he had a dream with a deep voice and haunting figure making a proposal saying he looked forward to their blossoming friendship and made a proposal that Surua could not quite remember. Days later, looking at the religious piece he had realized all the small cross ornaments and beads had the cross and crucifix upside down and didn't seem to be fixable without breaking the entire rosary. It didn't seem right to break it or tamper with it, despite it just being an accident during the time it was made he assumed. <br/><br/>The question is, is he truthful and possessed or are you reading the story of one of the truly mentally ill and unstable? One with irrational hallucinations? His health depleted after all this, but could it be due to his own head or is it a demon at work? Sure, on paper he is put down as mentally ill and stable, but that second part is just as questionable and raises the possibility of question of the first, does it not?<br/><br/><hr/></div><br/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><br/><br/></div>