Emmaline

I was in my room reading a book when the bell rang for class. I had arrived four months ago. It was what you might call a "coven"—there were people here who were like me, with powers, and I didn't feel so misunderstood here, even though I'm not very sociable. The woman had called us because she'd found another girl like us, with powers, and she sent me to keep a close eye on her. They always had to keep an eye on their targets, but it didn't really bother me. I just had to make myself invisible to everyone else, and to her too. That was my power: invisibility. I went where they told me and found the school where the girl studied. I stayed in my car, sleeping. The next day, I activated my powers and went inside, looking around and searching for the girl with a reference photo. I saw her and smiled; it was a piece of cake. I walked over to her and sat next to her and watched her as she read. I looked at her almost childlike features, her red hair, and her angelic profile. I looked at her so much that I forgot I was working...

She dresses very coolly and almost always in baggy black clothes, she's resistant to pain and doesn't fall in love, she becomes obsessed.