Paranormals did exist in a wide number, spread across the world. The problems with them were that they were all marked as insane before even knowing about their abilities. They were locked away without answers to why they could read other's minds, or why they could do things that others couldn't. Most of them never figure out what they really are and end up dying in ignorance. Though, the few who did know about the origin of their abilities, wrote it down, and passed it through to family members and who else would be able to get their hands on it. When speaking of paranormals, we are talking about "people" with over-human abilities. Anything from werewolves and vampires to wizards and witches. It was pretty tough being told from childhood that you were insane because you claimed to for example be able to "see the dead". Adrian here, was one of those. A type of wizard called a necromancer, whose powers circulated mostly around talking to dead people and/or reviving them (which had so far not been such a nice experience). He had been told that this was all figments of his imagination, and was now situated in a small juvenile center for kids with "mental issues". He had a book with him from his grandmother, who had apparently been a witch. She had known of her abilities and written down that you were certainly not insane, were you sure that it was dead people you saw. He had talked to his grandmother after her death, and that had more or less sealed the deal for him. Of course, he tried to somehow convert these beliefs into words and his parents had thrown him in here, claiming that his grandmother must had "put something weird into his head" before she died. On the other side they were also terrified of Adrian coming to terms with what he really wanted to be. They'd tried talking him off the idea, telling him things like "but you're a girl", "your long hair suited you much better", "you won't be happy", "you're just a teenager" and variations of such. There was no way they could ever change his mind. As of now, it was lunch time and he joined the table with the four other residents of the house, three guys and a girl. Adrian had kept himself on distance from both parts, and no one had approached him yet; after all, walking around wearing an eye patch and long coats didn't exactly exclaim "friendly". It was more a way of protection than a style. The nasty burn marks he'd gotten around his eye were still purple, and he was shaken with the whole experience. It had been just before he got into the facility. He had apparently first been found by some other magicians, strange as it sounded, and they'd for some reason provided him with a stand-in eye. Unlike his normal blue eye, it was red. Crimson. With a cat pupil. With it, he could see much better than normally, but he was simply too scared to show it to anyone. So instead he wore an eye patch and gave off the vibe that he had some freaky clothing style. As he sat at the dining table with the four others, there was complete silence. Every one of the kids had their issues, and Adrian had yet to figure out if anyone were similar to him. He ate the food in silence, never once glancing up from the plate.