Name: Gherard Sventiin
Age: 15
Race/Nationality: Caucasian/Unknown
Personality: Shut off from everyone, Gherard would rather sit in silence and place his GameBoy, while Victor enjoys a more communicative lifestyle, enjoying the company of others (more specifically girls) and hanging out. Gherard enjoys simplicity and routine, finding the most enjoyable part of his day is getting dressed.
Appearance: Around 5'7"; Short blond hair, spiked a little in the front as an attempt to appear more normal than he feels. Never goes out of dress code, always looks clean cut. Wears large black glasses that look like they belong in a 50's detective drama.
Power/Ability: Shadow houses the spirit of his dead twin brother, Victor, and they will often switch places in instances of danger. Although, his Victor also goes for the ladies, which causes much frustration to Gherard, who is now attempting to come out of his shell.
Clubs/Affiliations: Art (Gherard is an abstract painter), Music (Victor is a master pianist)
Allies/Friends: Thrown in due to foster parents' desires, completely alone and nervous about this whole ordeal
History: Grew up in an orphanage in Ingolstadt, moved from place to place as he gained and lost foster parents. Always protected by his twin brother until their 11th birthday, when Victor was in a fight with a kid who beat Gherard with a stick, claiming they were his birthday "licks". Victor told him to back off and when he didn't, Victor shoved him and the kid went swung with the stick and hit him hard against his head. Before his foster-parents could get there to help him, the kid had stomped Victor's head into the pavement. With each bloody stomp, more of Vistor's facial features disappeared. The boy was sent to juvenile prison and a funeral was held for Victor, but Gherard couldn't help but feel like not enough had been done, but without his brother he felt weak and defenseless. After a year of anger and grief, he felt like he finally got to the stage where he could move on with his life, but something called him back. The hand of Death itself offered him a choice to have his brother back, but for a price most dear. His brother would return to him, but only so long as he never loved anyone else. Thus the deal was made and the gift was given, but not as he percieved, for his brother would be with him, but he could never talk to him. His brother was cursed to live in his shadows, and should his brother take human form, he would stay in the darkness. This frightened many of his foster parents, so his most recent ones just sent him to a private school to get him away from the house, and at the age of 14, he was scared, but he had his brother with him. The strange events happening around him began to assure him of the fact that maybe he wasn't quite as abnormal as he thought.