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Taethin, High-School student. His first name is Derrik, but everyone just calls him by his last name, trying to make him seem less human and therefore less deserving of sympathy. He isn't a particularly good student, more because he isn't trying than anything else, however he is a particularly good writer. After he found out what happened to his biological parents (Murdered in cold blood by their best friend) he started smoking lightly. He is of about average hight and kind of thin, Taethin wears black jeans and black shirts along with sunglasses outside of school. His messy black hair falls into his face even when he brushes it back. One night, a month ago, he was assaulted by one of the gangs again, but was saved by a mysterious figure. Since then a new girl has transfered into his classes, and seems to be trying to befriend him, despite all he has done to prevent it. He is forced to see the school counselor on one account of assault with in the school, and his dark writings, which are often about murderers. He is currently walking back to his flat, which he managed to get after running away from his foster parents.

Taethin felt a chill go down his spine, the same feeling he got a month ago during his strange rescue. "It's probably just nothing," he muttered to himself, though he picked up pace. Suddenly a loud clattering noise made him jump; he turned around just in time to see a dog run out of an alley, apparently having knocked over some trash cans. "I'm getting alarmed over nothing," he mutters again, pulling out a smoke and lit it up, putting his sunglasses on.

"What? It's not even windy!" Taethin grumbled to himself. Dropping the cigarette he walked on, sticking his hands into his pockets. 10 minutes later he entered a ratty building. "You better get me my money!" his land lady yelled at him, but he just walked past, going up a flight of stairs. He Opened a door that was barely on it's hinges, slammed the door, leans against it and sighs.

After giving himself time to recover the stresses of the day, Taethin went through his daily routine: Gave his cat food and water, then hit play on the mp3 player, starting the 1st movement of Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata, and finally went to sit down at his horrible little desk starring at his poster (A bleak gray graveyard, a man hanging from a tree with a chair knocked down beneath him, reads "Hang in there.") then picked up the dagger sitting there, pressing it against his wrist, though not enough to pierce the skin, and ran it along the length of his arm, he then put down the dagger and sighed. After he had done all this, Taethin decided to go out onto his balcony and just watch the overcast sky.

Taethin sat there for about 5 minutes before it started to rain, but he didn't care. "It's like the world is crying for me," he muttered to himself. He glanced down and noticed Sikerra sitting there, "Now she's following me?" he whispered, trying to sneak up on her to catch her in the act. He got up slowly and turned around, but a roar of thunder sounded behind him, causing him to slip and black out just before he fell. . .

(off the balcony, starts a bit of something between the characters rather than just having them observe each other.)

Taethin awoke, though he didn't open his eyes. His head was throbbing, his back was on fire, but the only thing he could focus on was the face he saw right before he fell: Grinning, evil, horned, "Demonic," he managed to press out of his lips, though it hurt his chest to do so.