There are twelve of us, all born at the same time in the same little village in Britain. All pale, purple-eyed and with powers. We don't know who or what made us this way, but there you have it. People didn't react well to us before the Cataclysm. We were called freaks. Angels of death. After the Cataclysm, when we started helping out the people in Whitechapel and our powers continued to grow, we took those names and turned them on their ear. Freaks we may be, but we aspire to something much greater.
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Date: 2012-03-01 05:19 pm (UTC)There are twelve of us, all born at the same time in the same little village in Britain. All pale, purple-eyed and with powers. We don't know who or what made us this way, but there you have it. People didn't react well to us before the Cataclysm. We were called freaks. Angels of death. After the Cataclysm, when we started helping out the people in Whitechapel and our powers continued to grow, we took those names and turned them on their ear. Freaks we may be, but we aspire to something much greater.