Name: Emilia Height: 5'2 Age: 17 Description: Long dark red, dyed hair. Big blue eyes and a round cute face. Skinny, but not anorexic. Pale smooth skin. Emilia, sitting at her desk with her head ducked into her arms pretending to be asleep, was trying hard not to cry. The day so far had been so hard to get through. Everything was still difficult to get back into the rhythm of. She had just spent two years in an asylum trying to convince every one there, and her parents, that she was not crazy and that demons did exist. They tormented her every day even while she was strapped down to the cot they called a bed, because it was 'to keep her from hurting herself' when all she ever did was try to fight the demons off her. Some would just fallow her and not say anything, it was easier to deal with those then the ones who would pull her hair, or steal her things, or bite her arms and legs. But now she had to pretend that nothing was happening to her. After she got out of the asylum a few months ago, her parents sent her to a boarding school for misbehaving teenagers. Things just got so much worse then. She had been able to keep it a secret for now, but everyone knows the stories about her and so she gets bullied. With so much hate in the air, it attracts more aggressive demons and she sees them every where. Seeing demons drains Emilia's energy away so its hard for her to focus on school, not that she could understand what was going on any way, the last two years not having any schooling but still being put in the grade she would be if she had was foolish of her parents to do. She had no clue what was going on and her grades were failing. That morning a group of girls had been exceptionally cruel. As she walked into school her bag on her shoulder trying to relax because there was a rather large demon smiling at her standing next to the door way of the school, the girls came up and pushed her down calling her the classic names that they always did. 'Crazy' 'Freak' 'weirdo' among other not so nice words Emilia never wanted to repeat. She had tried to be a good girl for her parents but it never seemed to work out. With all the hazing and demons around it was hard to not be the perfect child, so she sat there with her head hidden in her arms not wanting to acknowledge anything or anyone. Part of her just wanted to die. The tears began to well up in her eyes as the bell rung for class to begin, she kept her head down.