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Post by Deleted on Jan 11, 2018 23:02:56 GMT -5
TW: Suicide Mention Kai Rosewood / 16 - 10th Year / Male (He/Him) / Benandanti - BIO: He was hated on as a kid because of being gay and would be beaten up a lot soon he realized he was not entirely normal that he was actually a descendant of the benandanti a race of hunters who's main targets were demons and witches. He found the brochure in his bedroom in his hometown of Portland, Oregon. The day he found it he was ready to commit suicide because everyone just seemed to be against him even his parents and brother. - SPECIES: -- appearance: He is tall with black hair and blue eyes. His cheekbones are perfect and he normally wears nailpolish on his fingernails and sometimes black eyeliner, any color eyeshadow, any color mascara and any color lipstick but mostly lip gloss. His skin is tan and he has a good build and is very strong and stands at 6'0 -- species/rules of species: Learning that he was a benandanti he was able to learn how to use the powers of one and as one he can repel evil (Sort of like a sonic boom shout that knocks back enemies and can possibly stun them, though it works on even allies if they are targeted), he can sense evil and has persuasion (which only works if the person is willing to be persuaded). ( venus i am done with Kai.)
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Post by sweetclover1 on Jan 12, 2018 1:07:49 GMT -5
- Kai Nakajima / 18, Senior / Male / Phoenix - BIO: [ Kai hails from the bustling city of Atlanta, Georgia. He was originally born in Nara, Japan but when he was six years old he and his family moved to Atlanta because his father received a much better job at the editing firm. They moved there and although they visited Nara often throughout his adolescence he prefers Atlanta much more. He had always struggled with the feeling of displacement, not feeling fully in tune with the kids in his classes in Atlanta, but feeling out of place when he spent the summers in Nara. Growing up in a household with both Hawaiian and Japanese had also been interesting, especially after he started to go to schoolmates houses, and it threw him off for quite awhile. The only person that ever understood how he felt was his twin brother, Kieran who died when he was fifteen.
Kai had never been the best at maths or sciences.This might be due to the fact that he has moderate Dysgraphia and it causes him to fall behind often in classes because his brain shows him switched numbers and he often forgets to check his work. He has a knack for foreign languages, completely fluent in English, Japanese, Hawaiian and American Sign Language. He also knows Pidgin English and loves visiting his mothers side of family in Hale 'iwa when he could. He always had a strong affinity to the ocean and if it weren't for his powers he would have learned how to surf when he could. Unfortunately, his power has basically made him allergic to cold water. It's an odd quirk of his power, as warm water is perfectly fine, and if he drinks water it's a little uncomfortable he is totally fine. unfortunately outside of that the water actually burns him like fire would a normal person. So whenever he visits the coast he has to be careful and can't get too close to the water unless he has a special kind of cream that acts like a sunscreen for the water. Even that doesn't work completely, though.
He is a fantastic writer when he's in the mood, but ever since his brother has died he's struggled with his muse, and he has to be in a really good mood to be able to write. He seems to run from experiencing extreme highs to incredible lows, some weeks he barely sleeps at all and spends all his time writing and working with others. Other times he barely is able to leave the bedroom. He does have an in-between mood that he's been able to maintain for longer now, and that is his typical cheerful self until you bring up his twin brother.
He still blames himself for Kierans death, too, because he had been there. The two had gotten into a heated argument, something about Kieran using Kais books and not asking permission, and Kieran left in a storm. Unfortunately, as he was crossing the street, a distracted driver hit him and then sped off. Kieran never saw it coming, as there was a curve, and was dead by the time the paramedics had gotten there. After that things got... bad for Kai. His parents, although never actually saying it out loud, blamed him for Kierans death and their relationship had become strained. It was easy to compare the two, Kieran had his life together and was planning on going to school to become a lawyer, Kai was a scene kid who was more interested in music and writing than going for an ambitious job like his brother. {TW : Attempted suicide) by the time a year passed things had gotten to the point where he was heavily depressed and not functioning properly. Things had gotten so tense between his parents that he didn't go to them for help and had tried to take his own life, his parents barely finding him on time.
He found the brochure to this place once he was released and immediately decided to go. He needed to get away from his family for awhile anyways and things seemed to get significantly better once he left. He was able to get the proper therapy he needed, including someone who he could talk to about his powers, and found a new passion in astrology and maybe a small interest in the occult and Wicca.
Kai was born as the Asian Phoenix (Ho-o), although at first it was difficult to truly find this out. It was only discovered when he was three and started to set things on fire with his bare hands. It was exciting, having a child born with fire powers, and soon it was easy to connected the dots that he was a phoenix. As a child he was always a sunny and friendly kiddo and was the peace maker even if he struggled with fitting in anywhere and if discourse became too bad he'd hide away. He always had a strong sense of justice, too, wanting wrongs to be righted and such. HIs family kept it to themselves, though, aware of the multiple superstitions of a phoenix bringing disharmony after leaving.
Kai is gay and openly so, yet another source of tension in his family, even if it was slowly gotten better between them. He isn't ashamed of his sexuality, though, and if anything his pride in himself has gotten stronger the older he has gotten.
- SPECIES: Hou-ou (Asian Phoenix, a mixture of actual lore and some additions) -- appearance: [ Kai is rather a small young man. He stands at about five foot five if he sat up straight but he doesn't so he usually looks a lot smaller than he actually is. He has the dark, tanned skin that shows pretty clearly his hawaiian descent and has slightly rounded cheeks that give him an almost boyish look to him, but he's slowly but slowly growing out of it and he his cheeks are starting to look more and more defined. His has a small amount of muscle on his body from him working out just enough to keep himself fit and healthy. He has an almost feminine look to him, with the cheeks nd small stature, and he keeps himself rather clean looking. He has multiple scars from different events in his life, including a tiny one that is to the left of his left eye from when he tripped and fell into the coffee table. He has warm, dark brown eyes, that are pretty expressive. His hair naturally is a smooth and soft black, but right now a good portion of it is cut close to his head with a large chunk that is died like a macaws feathers- mostly red with different colors on the tips.
In his phoenix form he takes on a mixture of the traditional Asian Phoenix and the Greek or Egyptian one now that he is around others. His form has started to slowly change since he moved from Japan. Kind of like how animals slowly change over time, but his adaptation has changed quicker than most, his feathers changing to the bright red and orange color that many expect of him. His actual body resembles a cross between a blue magpie and a crane.
-- species/rules of species: [ Kai has two forms, one is humanoid and the other isn't, and he can switch between the two with ese. Usually during times of great anxiety he will accidentally slip into his bird form so he can escape. He has a strong affinity for peace and judgement, and the only time he will fight is when he sees an injustice in the world. Just like the myths during times of fighting he is more likely to hide if he's not directly involved. He has fire powers as well, able to summon them at any time, and has a surprising amount of control over it when his emotions are in check. These powers, along with being a phoenix, allow him to be bale to walk through fire and touch it without being burned. Of course water burns him, and his body runs at a normal temperature of 105 degrees, so when he's in water cooler than 100 degrees it physically hurts him. Since going to the school he was able to get an ointment so he can swim in the swimming pools and ponds but it takes so long that it isn't totally worth it yet. Even in his human form he's more comfortable "nesting" and especially in trees. He likes to just sleep in the thicker intertwined branches, and is most comfortable in the paulownia trees but any tree or high up area will do for him honestly.
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Post by silverheart on Jan 12, 2018 2:08:10 GMT -5
- Andrew Amara/ 18 SENIOR / MALE / Necromancer - BIO: Andrew is from a small town literally in the middle of nowhere of Illinois. Growing up, he had a pretty normal childhood...kind of. His mother's side of the family dabbled in witchcraft and rituals that had to do with dark magic and raising the dead. Growing up, he was always interested in it, but never knew he would actually be able to talk to the dead, let alone raise them from their graves. When he turned 7, he started noticing he could do this. There was one that would particularly follow him around. It would whisper evil and awful things to him. He never believed what it said until one day all that it had said came true. He lost his mother in a freak fire accident. He told his grandmother the things this being was saying to him and they were able to banish it. Since then, his grandmother helped him try to control when these spiritual beings popped up. As he got older, it got harder for him. He gets weak when he talks to the dead, he gets migraines and sometimes loses his eyesight for awhile depending on how strong the spiritual being is. This became an issue in his old high school. Everyone thought of him to be some weird, sickly kid.He was picked on for dressing in dark clothes and for being bisexual. His grandmother was always accepting of him but none of his classmates were,so he didn't have many friends and kept to himself. Andrew is a very smart kid, so he likes to keep his nose in a book and likes to study. He mainly studies about necromancy and the dead to help him better understand what is going on with him. He hopes to maybe one day find someone like him and learn from them. Andrew sometimes has slip ups where he accidentally brings a spirit from its resting place to him when he's stressed or angry. Andrew got sent to this school when he was a junior in high school. His grandmother had decided there was nothing more she could do for him and sent him away to his dismay but he understood it would help him.
- SPECIES: -- appearance: Andrew is a skinny but fit looking kind of guy. His height is about 5'7. He has silver colored hair that it cut into a type of undercut. He usually slicks it back, but sometimes he likes to leave it messy. He has soft blue eyes and pale skin. He honestly looks dead himself most of the time with the dark circles around his eyes. He has a pretty defined face with noticeable cheekbones. He carries a very stern, emotionless look but his eyes always give him away. He has burn scars on various spots on his body from the fire his mother died in when he was younger. Andrew can be a bit of a disaster and has a hard time keeping things organized. He can be pretty quiet and gets stressed easily. He likes to hide in his room most of the time and unwind by meditation and cleansing his own spirit.
When Andrew tries to talk to the dead or they pop up, he has to use a special talisman his grandmother gave him. The talisman is a ring on his finger with a garnet stone in it surrounded by black diamonds. It was his mother's ring with her birthstone. He feels that this will always protect him no matter what. His eyes turn from their usual blue, to a piercing green. Sometimes, he has to draw circles and have rituals to send the spirits back depending on how strong they are. He can raise these beings to ask questions about the future, or use them as weapons. He has never tried to bring anyone back to life. The after effects of doing this are migraines, moments of blindness, weakness, etc. -- species/rules of species: Andrew is human, but he doesn't really know what extent he is. He can talk and raise the dead and use them. He can ask them anything and use the dead as weapons. He can tell how someone died just by standing over their graves. He can sometimes help lost souls move into the other-world for them to rest. It drains him severely though to do most of this. There is always a price to pay when messing with the dead and the price is life. He has never tried to bring someone back to life even though it is possible.
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Post by dandelion on Jan 12, 2018 14:05:41 GMT -5
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Post by lozi on Jan 12, 2018 15:01:57 GMT -5
- Mercer J. Grey / 18 - 12th year / male / fallen angel
fc: Pedro Aurelian - BIO: [ Mercer Grey has had a tumultuous life, always struggling for a state of stability. He was born in Montana, and at age 3, he was turned over to the local orphanage. After medical bills from her father's death had landed on Mercer's mother, she could no longer afford to raise a child with her already low wage. She'd used some of what we left of her money to leave her first son a present for his 18th birthday. Mercer doesn't remember much of his mother, just warm embraces and a soft, lilting voice.
Mercer wasn't particularly unhappy in the orphanage, just lonely and confused. He got along well with others at the orphanage, and as he got older, he made sure to care for the little ones, who became like a large family to him. Mercer was in and out of foster homes, none of them seemed to work. Of course, that was because Mercer didn't want them to work. There was always a way for him to find a way to return to the orphanage, to the only home he'd never known Mercer was known to fix up the little ones when they fell, or wipe away their tears when the nights felt too long. He never wanted anyone to feel as lost as he did. During his time at the orphanage, Ashley, a peppy blonde 3 years younger than him, became his best friend. Around the age of 13, Mercer met a couple that tore his world apart. They were unable to have children of their own, so they'd come to raise a child. At first, Mercer insisted that they see the younger orphans first, but they were hoping for a more matured child. Begrudgingly, Mercer agreed to meet with them, and ended up going into his 3rd foster home. The couple saw Mercer through his rough patches of life, and for the first time in a long time, he felt at home. Mercer decided to stay, but always visited his former family at the orphanage. He watched them come and go, and bought them small trinkets to remember him by when they left.
A pond, about a mile's walk away from his home, was a special place Mercer loved to visit, any season of the year. A small circle of trees surrounded it, with a trail about a mile long circling around it. In Spring, he watched the children come down and try to catch tadpoles and minnows. In Summer, he watched people walk the trail in circles around the large pond. In Fall, he watched the leaves turn colors in the reflection of the pond. In Winter, he watched the skaters glide across the ice, their blades etching trails on the surface.
On his eighteenth birthday, the winter after he had graduated, his parents presented him a box to open. He was told it was from his birth mother. Inside it was a pair of dog tags, one of which his initials, 'MJG' was etched into the surface. On the other was a name and an address. Maria Grey. The couple admitted that they had not known what was in the box, and urged him to go to the address. If he was lucky, they said, his mother might be waiting for him.
TW: Death Mercer was prepared to leave, not sure what he was going to do about his college plans. He wanted to see his mother, at the least. Before he left, he went to the pond he loved to visit. There was only one person on the ice, which had frozen only the day before. She was young, maybe about 6 years old, she reminded him of someone. He sat on the bench with whom he presumed were her parents, striking up a conversation. That was when he heard the cracking of ice. He was on the ice just as she fell through, sinking into the icy water. The hole wasn't big enough for him to fit through, so he jumped until he too went under. He pulled the girl to the surface, her body dangerously unresponsive. He couldn't find the hole he'd came through, so he made one from underneath, punching through the ice. Both of them broke the surface, and Mercer shoved her to thicker ice. He scrambled to get out of the water, but all in vain. As his joints stiffened from the cold, he remembered who the skater reminded him of. It was the little blonde pigtails that brought Ashley to his mind. He hadn't seen her since he'd given her a little glass angel necklace when she'd been adopted. On his eighteenth birthday, Mercer died to save the little girl.
Mercer wasn't quite sure what he believed in about the afterlife. He never was particularly religious, but he always figured there was always some kind of homeostasis between good and evil. When he opened his eyes, something he never thought he'd do again, he was standing in front of the stereotypical golden gates. He wasn't on clouds though, rather standing in front of a large marble building he'd later learn was the Angel's Office. Turned out, his dying act had given him the chance to become an angel. Being a white winged, immortal, magic being didn't exactly appeal to him, but he had unfinished business to take care of. Also, watching the people he loved grow up sounded nice.
After he'd been lectured about good and evil and all the rules, he was offered the chance to visit one person before he was to take on his new form. Without hesitance, he went to Maria Grey's address. Knowing he couldn't stay long, so he had made up a spiel about some charity he was representing, understanding it would break her heart to lose her son again.
He watched over several people, appearing to them in times of need as a small suggestion in the back of their heads, or a being in their dreams. He offered them solace in their darkest moments. Everything was going well, until 6 years after his death, when he felt the strongest evil he'd ever felt. He tracked it down to find the orphaned Ashley, in the process of being attacked in a back alley. In that moment, he broke two rules. He revealed himself to a mortal, and used his powers to kill. The celestial weapon completely incinerated the body, leaving only a golden dust. Almost immediately, he felt himself being pulled to the Angel's Office. The trial didn't last very long, before he was cast out of the skies.
He lost everything he had that day. He lost his flight, his powers, his friends. He found himself in a subway, a luggage next to him and a brochure forced into his hands. This is his first year at Wollstonecraft Academy, but losing everything twice has taken a toll on him. He's aggressive, bitter, cynical, and sarcastic. His humor is dark and sometimes insensitive, his remarks sharp and blunt. He loves to listen to and create music, and has a voice like... well, an angel. Now that he's been back on earth for a couple months, he's finally been able to explore new interests, and find himself as a person. Mercer has developed a strong interest in space and the skies. He has not yet defined his sexuality. ]
- SPECIES: -- appearance: [ Mercer is a mysterious figure, tall, darkly clad, and somber. He's finally stopped growing at a height of 6'5", with broad shoulders, and a lean, muscular build. Everything about his face is sharp and chiseled, with high cheekbones, a pointed nose, and a strong jawline. His wavy hair is jet black and wavy, falling into his eyes at times. His eyes are a cold baby blue with grey flecks throughout. Trivial characteristics of Mercer include a small gap in his front teeth, two gold helix piercings in his left ear, and a right eyebrow piercing. Mercer will often be seen in a solid colored shirt, black mid-calf leather combat boots, dark pants or jeans, and a black leather jacket or trench coat, which have been cut to accommodate his wings. The only thing he has kept from his past life is the sterling silver dog tags from his birthday. Mercer has retained his angelic physical qualities, but they have become twisted and dark. His once glowing halo is now black and floats crookedly, radiating black shadows off of them. His once soft white wings have turned black, the feathers stiff, rough, and sharp enough to cut flesh. They've been chained to his back by celestial silver, only removable by another celestial being, whom Mercer hopes to meet at Wollstonecraft Academy. One might say that's the only reason he even came. ] -- species/rules of species: [ Mercer was formerly an angel, virtuous and a spreader of good, now a fallen angel. His once snowy wings are now sharp, black, and chained uncomfortably to his back, and his halo is crooked and shrouded in shadowy wisps. He was once able to conjure a sword and control light, but now being associated with evil, any weapons he conjures are barbaric and dark, and demons and trouble are attracted to him. He no longer appears in dreams, except for nightmares as a person's fear, which often disrupts his sleep at night. He has lost his ability to heal others, and those who come close enough to his aura might feel afraid or uneasy. ]
WIP - Ophelia Reed / 17 - 11th year / female / dark elf
- BIO: [ For hundreds, thousands, one might even say since creation, the elves of the forests have fought for balance against life and death in microdimensions in any natural territory. These microdimensions simply warp space, making the elves smaller to the human eye, so as to avoid being discovered. It is rarely known for an elf to leave the microdimensions and travel into the human territory. The only way between microdimensions is between elf-made portals. The only wait out is capital exile. The elves create the life in the forest, ever battling the inevitable death and decay that the dark elves would bring. They live in a sort of barbaric harmony, life is created, followed by destruction, at the sacrifice of many brave souls who perished in battle to keep the sides even. The dark elves wish to conquer and wreak havoc on all, whereas the elves fight simply because they must, to keep the way of life that they have held on to for so long.
Enter Ophelia, a young warrior assigned to the front lines. She showed promise, as she had found balance in druidic and nature magic. Bright eyed and determined to fight for a cause she believed in so fiercely, Ophelia didn't hesitate to join the advancement.
Alas, the dark elves had come prepared this time. They retreated, luring the elves into a trap, and slaughtered as many as possible. Ophelia, one of the last few survivors decided she'd rather die than abandon her post, and stood her ground among a few other brave souls. Perhaps she'd had something to prove, being born to a nobody family, and underestimated for her short size and lack of strength without magic. She didn't make it very far, but the dark elves needed her as a test subject for their newest project. They took Ophelia hostage, and led her back to their closest camp.
Most believed dark elves could only be born of a pair of descendants of the first dark elves. The first dark elves were a small group that had allowed their powers to consume their soul. From there, their numbers only grew. One assumed that that was the only way for a dark elf to come to be. The dark elves, however, had been working on something entirely new, entirely, and wholly sinister. With a special serum, they could corrupt the energy of an elf, and turn them dark. The corrupted would be easy to spot in a group of naturally born dark elves. They just didn't look the same. Of course, the project didn't care, they only needed to bolster their ranks, and cut back their enemies'.
Ophelia could feel every molecule in her body twisting and writhing as the dose was administered. The light hanging above her head tripled, quadrupled even, in intensity as her pupils blew wide. Her nails became claw like, her auburn hair losing pigment, and darkness running into her veins made swirling patterns on her skin. She screamed when small, demonic horns grew from her skull. Never before had she felt more pain. Ophelia could feel her sanity being pulled away, and she finally understood what made the dark elves so savage and barbaric. They were merely recreating the conflict in their minds.
In that moment, something triggered in Ophelia. Filled with determination to survive, Ophelia cast a druidic spell of healing, healing the cells being destroyed and replaced in her brain. As the cells healed, Ophelia obtained a sense of peace so strong, she understood all, if only for a half a second.
Ophelia's next course of action was to allow herself appear brainwashed. If she could take back some kind of information to the elf encampments, perhaps she could redeem herself. Over time, she noticed the whispers in the back of her mind growing stronger, which suggested to her that the dark elves were under some sort of influence. After she had gathered all she knew, she decided to escape, or die trying. The odds didn't seem to be in her favor, until she'd instinctively raised her hand to block a sword. On impact with her skin, it froze so brittle, it shattered. Taking advantage of the stunned dark elves, she disappeared into the night.
When she returned to the encampment, she told all she knew of the voices and the serum to her commander. They found the information useful, but unfortunately, no one could trust Ophelia. Too many times, someone's family members had been slaughtered by dark elves. She was to leave immediately, or face execution. So, with nothing left to call home, Ophelia left, shocked by the sudden abandonment and betrayal. She understood how they felt, but her blood ran cold from their expressions upon seeing her. Perhaps they couldn't handle the fact that they had failed one of their own.
Ophelia was on day 3 of exile when she found the brochure. Not having anything to lose, she left only with the clothes on her back and the powers in her core. Ophelia fears the whispers in their head, but they've grown weaker now that she's farther away from the forest. She tries to stay optimistic, but is easily startled and jumpy. She bonds closely to those that can make her feel safe and understood. Ophelia wants nothing more than to be able to return to her former home, somewhere in a microdimension in Wisconsin. Having been the size of a walnut to the human eye before, she now has to adapt to human life now that she has been exiled. ] - SPECIES: -- appearance: [ Ophelia is short for an elf, so while an elf might be 5'7" feet tall on average in the human world, Ophelia is only 5'1". Her frame is thin and delicate looking, her limbs long. Her complexion is ghostly pale and marked with dark swirls. Her one emerald green eyes have been consumed by her pupils, which she often shades with sunglasses so as to not blind herself what would normally be bearable light. Her elven ears are tipped with black, and small black horns poke through the hairline of her once auburn hair. Since her transformation, she has cut her hair into a layered pixie, her pigmenting bleached to a greyish pale pink from stress. Many of the swirls converge between her shoulder blades, coiling into a black spot about the size of a fist, almost like complex tattoos. ] -- species/rules of species: [ Elves and dark elves are two rival races who call magic from their cores, existing in microdimensions in nature all over the world. These dimensions are layered under the three dimensions, and warp space so that elves that would be human sized outside of the microdimensions are shrunk down exponentially. This allows for a bigger area for the fight for balance between life and death take place. Try to think of them like little countries. These microdimensions can sometimes span a whole continent, others about as small as a state. The exact number of these dimensions are unknown. To travel between dimensions, an elf must use a portal. Dark elves are a race of elves that have been corrupted by their search for power. They are controlled by a single power that speaks into their minds. Their magic is death and black magic based, while other elves harness druidic and nature magic, and sometimes, with great meditation, arcane magic. Elves can be converted to darkness, and may either retain their elven magic, or have their cores corrupted. Some take on characteristics of both. Ophelia controls arcane and druidic/nature based magic, and shadow manipulation. ]
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Post by venus on Jan 12, 2018 15:31:50 GMT -5
lozi its on the main page
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Post by lozi on Jan 12, 2018 15:52:26 GMT -5
awesome thanks.
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Post by venus on Jan 12, 2018 16:37:38 GMT -5
@angelfur hey, i don't wanna be a stickler about this i'd just appreciate if you just put a simple "tw: suicide mention" at the top of your form instead of the bottom instead of big red bold "this mentions stuff that can upset someone" its more specific and a lot more helpful. thanks
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Post by Deleted on Jan 12, 2018 16:38:57 GMT -5
(fixed.)
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Post by lozi on Jan 12, 2018 18:41:42 GMT -5
venus I've finished up Mercer, sorry for such a long bio. Let me know if I need to fix anything!
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Post by venus on Jan 12, 2018 18:57:32 GMT -5
lozi your char is great wow!! & no worries omg idk if you saw mine, but my bios are massive and i still have another in the making hehe.
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Post by lozi on Jan 12, 2018 18:58:24 GMT -5
I just have to do as well for Mrs. Reed...
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Post by lozi on Jan 12, 2018 19:01:29 GMT -5
The real question is to put up a starter or start Ophelia...
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Post by venus on Jan 12, 2018 19:16:38 GMT -5
i would say u should probs finish ophelia's form so then u can get a starter up for both of them ^^
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Post by lozi on Jan 12, 2018 20:39:21 GMT -5
ugh I've tried to write Ophelia so many times but I've only got one decent paragraph. I might make a valkyrie but with modified powers...
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Post by Deleted on Jan 12, 2018 20:43:02 GMT -5
(ooh a valkyrie sounds awesome. can't wait to see the character.)
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Post by lozi on Jan 13, 2018 11:26:45 GMT -5
venus Ophelia is completed
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Post by ᴀᴄʜʀᴏᴍᴀᴛɪᴄ on Jan 14, 2018 1:31:58 GMT -5
I know it's late at night, but this rp seems really cool, so I spent the whole day making my characters. I hope these are acceptable. Hopefully I'll have enough time to be active as well! ^^; Einku Gingko / 20 - Sophomore / Female / Water Dragon
Bio -Einku is from a tribe of water dragons that live on the coast of a land called Ardirivula (It’s a place I created. If you would like to know more then I can elaborate). They call themselves the Gingko tribe, and have no real last names; when Einku enrolled in the school, she simply took it on as her last name to avoid confusion.
-Einku has a small-dragon-complex, since she is only 3 feet tall. She can be quick to get defensive if she believes someone is picking on her for her size. But other than that, she is a very excitable young dragon. She loves swimming, and socializing with others, though some may think of her as annoying. She has the ability to breath lightning- that is, small bursts of it. While it is most likely not potent against most creatures, it may prove fatal towards beings more susceptible (aka squishy humans or aquatic creatures).
-Einku’s family has always been supportive of her, practically doting on her since she was born. (“Aww, my adorably tiny daughter!”) When they discovered her ability, they were overjoyed, and wanted to send her to a school that could teach her to utilize it the best she could.
Species -Appearance: Einku is about 3 feet tall, which is incredibly short for her kind, especially among her family. While normally a dragon would have wings on their back, water dragons’ wings are replaced with large webbed fins that help them swim. Einku’s own fins stretch out to be about 3 feet. Two more webbed fins adorn the sides of her face, fanning around her head. She has four legs, and her feet are also webbed, for help with swimming. She is a light aqua in color, with a white underbelly. Her webbed fins and the spines lying down her back are a deep blue. Her serpent-like eyes are a transparent yellow, her pupils thin slits.
-Species: Water dragons, like the name suggests, live in water. More specifically, the sea. They hunt large fish, and spend most of their time in the water, though sometimes they form settlements along the coast. Adults are normally around 15 feet tall, and can live up to 150 years. The spines on their backs are not dangerous, because they cannot stick themselves up, unlike other aquatic species. Their offensive capabilities consist of their small but sharp teeth. They are swift swimmers, with webbed fins on their faces, feet, elbows, and tail tips. Rarely, a water dragon will be born with the ability to produce sparks of lightning from their jaws. This helps them hunt, albeit only near the water’s surface. Water dragons are immune to the lightning, so a water dragon with the lightning ability cannot accidentally hurt fellow water dragons. As stated above, Einku was born with this ability. Ryushi Sakane / 18 - Senior / Male / Wereraven
Bio -Throughout early childhood, Ryushi had lived a life of seclusion. His entire family being wereravens, they mostly isolated themselves from others in fear of normal people finding out their secret. Of course, Ryushi still had to go to school. But he was told to never change into a raven in front of others. Having this secret made him feel isolated from other children, so he found it harder to socialize and make friends. He normally spent his free time at his mountain home, flitting through the trees on a raven’s wings.
-To the Sakane family, nature was far more comforting than society. Especially for Ryushi, since he had become the target of bullying in his school. One day, Ryushi was cornered in the boy’s bathroom by his tormentors. One of the bullies grabbed him and punched his face, over over, making him bleed. In a moment of panic and self-preservation, Ryushi changed into a raven before their eyes, and swiftly flew out an open window. Then he flew straight home, and told his parents what happened. They immediately forbade him from returning to school, since the family secret had been revealed.
-That was when Ryushi found the brochure. A school where people like him could go, and it would be completely normal. Though Ryushi was reluctant to go to any school, his parents enrolled him anyway, promising that it would be better for him.
-Ryushi is very quiet and reserved. He oftentimes gives off a gloomy aura, but despite this, he can be very kind. Socializing has become a challenge after growing up practically isolated, and bullied. He is wary of strangers, but doesn’t want to do anyone harm. When in danger, his first action is to fly away. Ryushi has never experienced a romantic relationship of any kind (and though he doesn’t know this yet, he’s technically bi). He enjoys reading quite a bit, and will spend a lot of his time in the library. When not in the library, he is probably flying around the coast or in the forest.
Species -Appearance: Ryusaki is half-asian. He’s thin, with black, wavy hair that falls to his ears and jawline. Framed glasses are set over murky brown eyes. He always appears downcast, though he doesn’t constantly feel that way- it’s just the way he looks.
-Species: Ryushi has three forms; human, raven, and hybrid. His human and raven forms are self-explanatory, but his hybrid form is like a fusion of the two. While still a raven, he also stands like a human, with his human height. His hands and feet turn into talons, his head turns into a human-sized raven’s head, and his wingspan stretches out about 4 feet behind him. If he wanted to, he could carry something or someone in his arms while flying. Ryushi only turns into this form on extremely rare occasions- and so far, only a few times in his entire life.
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Post by 𝓑𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫 ♥ on Jan 14, 2018 2:01:50 GMT -5
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Post by venus on Jan 14, 2018 3:15:31 GMT -5
ᴀᴄʜʀᴏᴍᴀᴛɪᴄ accepted c: i love your characters. & no worries about it being late i'm usually on during the latest parts of the night )
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Post by ᴀᴄʜʀᴏᴍᴀᴛɪᴄ on Jan 14, 2018 12:38:20 GMT -5
Thank you! ^^
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Post by ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ » on Jan 14, 2018 20:48:15 GMT -5
Quite intriguing! But I haven't roleplayed as a human in years... I sure do hope I can measure up to the task, as well as stay true to the concepts of the roleplay. Please do let me know if I am doing something incorrectly, it'll help me out greatly in the long run!
- MARCO MARINO / 20 & 2ND YEAR COLLEGE / MALE / PUTTO - BIO:
Crafted by human hands and yet given inhuman life, this beguiling humanoid creature was given conscious and power from the very fabric of a painted sculpture made real. Even so, he has a concept of "mother" and "father". For his mother, known only by her maternal title, was a renowned and anonymous sculptor in the vibrant city of Venice, Italy. One day, a being of great power and unknown matter came to her after she'd finished a work she'd been chipping at for years- a cherub sculpture so detailed and painted so realistically it could've breathed at any moment. And breathe it did, for this powerful being approved of the woman's simple happiness, turning her sculpture into touchable skin and beating heart, immortal and incapable of death. They raised this boy with it's several beautiful wings and a face that could change shape to appear as anything it wished to. A little boy by the name of Marco was born that day. As he "grew" past his toddler stages, he learned to carefully patent down his many wings and control his facial structure to appear as what his mother had originally created. He learned, became a part of the common people, and took after his mother. For when Marco got his hands upon a piece of slate and a paintbrush, his creation appear so real they could blink, the hair of his humans and the fur of his animals fluttering with the slightest breeze. And real they could be for his breath could give his creations life itself, if only for a few minutes, perhaps even up to days or years as he holds some portion of the "making life" trait given to him by "father". While he received visits from his "mother" and "father", Marco wished to acclimate to the realm of the humans which he was created in.
It was this wish that conjured the dark looming of the school before him. With a sense of adventure and mirth, Marco stepped forth and enveloped himself into the school's walls. He was something impossible to miss. For he appears so unnervingly human and yet so not, one can't help but stare at this ethereal being as he passes, and many attempt a conversation with him. But one quickly finds that Marco is not all the crafted painting his physical appearance seems to be. For Marco is a beguiler, a mirthful changling almost like a siren. His personality can mold to situations, make him appear gentile and polished once, and coarse and fierce the next. However, he is not always a shifting mirror, and has a personality all his own. For the most part, Marco is dedicated and entirely passionate and enveloped in whatever it is he finds an interest in, whether it be living or not. Without any need for sleep he can toil endlessly at minuscule and seemingly purposeless tasks- most often found in creating, always making, new things such as paintings, clothing, sculpts, models, and breathing life into them. In a way, he can become obsessive or fixated on a project, utterly stubborn and unable to be persuaded to move on to something else. But it is rare for anyone to try to convince him as his gift of gilded golden tongue and charismatic charm maintains him as a relatively caring person- at least, if you're close enough to him- and easily sweetening others and persuading people to do what he wants them to do. But beware the temper! Because while Marco likes to tease and play relatively harmlessly with others, he doesnt appreciate it being returned back to him. He has a flame of a heart and it shows in the way he can become fierce and fiery when given proper incentive to be so. Nothing scares this young man. But for the most part, he stays holed up by himself, toiling away at his creations and aloofly, but not without a hint of tough love, addressing those who come to him. While he is pansexual and he is technically made as a symbol of love and creation, his romantic orientation is unknown. He is fluent in multiple languages such as Italian, English, French, Spanish, and some parts of Russian and German.
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-- Being a putto, Marco can take on different faces of both humanoid and animalistic proportions, and can burst forth with his many wings at will. However, for the most part, he stays in the form that "mother" first created him as and maintaining himself as old as a 20 year old. As such, he is a fair-skinned man of only 5'3" proportions, his skin delicately pink and pale and ethereally unmarked, an untouched smoothness without sign of aging or tension. There is corded muscle beneath his skin that never makes it to an appearance at the surface skin, retaining a young smoothness and without hard definition or lines to his body because of this. His face retains a very youthful, boyish roundness to it, with lightly flushed cheeks and baby-doll eyes colored a gentle blue, and his hair is cut short and of fine texture, curling delicately atop his head and against the highbone of his cheek, a perfect mass of caramel-golden russet shade. All-in-all, he appears more like a 10 year old than the age he truly is. He wears any kind of clothing in any fashion he likes it to be- from thick glittery sweaters to fine silk drapery to suits and ties. He is almost always wearing jewelry.
-- A putto is the Italian form of the commonly-known cherub. They are often symbols of love and life, but also of mirth and playful teasing and tricks. Often they are portrayed as young boys in their toddlers years with multiple wings, accompanying gods of many different religions, as immortal and age-lacking creatures. Putto lacks a sense of highborn self and instead often mingles with common people, spinning spells to make others fall in love with eachother- whether it be for the good, or just for their own amusement. They can be incredibly tricky to work with and they enjoy playing games rarely won against- but they will grant one wish if they are so beaten in whatever play they participated in. Overall, their main powers lie in their ability to change their form to be younger or older (but always retaining a "boyish" look), animalistic creatures such as the head of a cat, the sprouting of many functional wings from their backs, and their ability to cast a kind of persuading magic most often used in relationship-work where they connive others into "falling in love". In some rare cases, they can also bring life to the things they touch that were previously inanimate or incapable of normally having an existing conscious.
- NAME / AGE & YEAR / GENDER / ALKONOST - BIO: [ This space is where you tell us about your character, their past, their mental health, if they have any disability, what interests they have, where they are from, and what is their personality like. How do their powers/species affect their daily life? Where they born that way, or were they transformed? What is their family life like? How did they come to be at the school? On that note: The academy does not have a physical location. It appears where it’s needed and vanishes into the night. It is likely that your character found a brochure in their darkest or most influential moment in their life. Feel free to be as creative as you want! - Please do your research on things like race, homeland, sexuality, gender, species, etc. ] - SPECIES: -- appearance: [ Pretty obvious, a description of your character's appearance goes here. Traits, ethnicity, main features, etc. Face claims/art are always allowed as long as duly credited. ] -- species/rules of species: [ Tell us what we need to know, like biology basics, if they’re humanoid or not, behavior, mythology if they’re based off any, skills/powers, environment, species history and lore, society and culture, trivia, etc. If they can go to school they’re probably fair game. You’re allowed to go wild. We want you to be creative!! If you're not sure what you want to write & you’re waiting to develop it in-rp, that’s fine too! This section doesn’t need to be miles-long. ]
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Post by sweetclover1 on Jan 14, 2018 21:34:24 GMT -5
*Cracks knuckles* Okay. Time for my next character
- Alexen "Lux" Lorreine / 17 & Junior / Gender Neutral / Demigod, child of Apollo - BIO: [
Lux is pretty energetic and the type of person who's kind of like a happy but lost puppy. They tend to push away their problems until they build up and everything just blows up in their face. They're a huge hugger, like thats even the first thing they'll do when they meet anyone. They seem to need a lot of positive attention, too, but now that they're older they can handle it a little bit better. They can be found at all of the events that the school puts on for their students. . Is a total rule follower besides the fact that whenever they find stray animals they sneak them into the school and feed them with the cafeteria food. Despite their positive outlook on everything they're pretty easily overwhelmed and that leads to them having multiple mental breakdowns every semester but thats fine because their successful... at least thats what Lux keeps on telling theirself.
Lux is a child of Apollo, hence the sunny disposition and golden like hair, and their affinity towards healing others. Like most demigods they haven't actually met their father, save for one time on their sixteenth birthday, the god had actually dropped by to say happy birthday and that he was their father. It was an incredibly awkward meeting even if Lux was overjoyed to meet him after all that time. That was when they had been on the streets and the gift that their father had given them was a small bag with a blanket and a bag that had been jinxed so they'd have enough food to survive.
They grew up in a small trailer park in Las Vegas with his mother and stepfather. It was in the sketchy part of Vegas, too, so Lux learned early on how to fight and protect themselves. They don't really like to fight but are competent enough to do so for their own protection. When they were fifteen they were kicked out of the house. Their relationship with their stepfather was rough at the best of times and he had always been looking for some way to get them out of the house. He even went as far as to searching fro Luxes birth father. Then when he was fifteen their stepfather lost his job and then caught them with their boyfriend. Both had the effect of Lux being kicked out of the house. They had been told that they couldn't keep them because their stepfather had lost his job after their boyfriend had been chased away.
After that they lived on the streets about two years with nothing but a bicycle until their father came along a year later with the food bag and blanket. That year had been bad, they'd nearly died on their own, with starvation and people (actually monsters but they were disguised as humans) constantly attacking them. Once they had the bag things had gotten a little bit better and they survived for just awhile longer. Another year on the streets and they thought they had made friends with a group of kids who were too old to be in the system. Unfortunately once they found out about the magic bag of food they all attacked Lux and basically left them for dead in the middle of Vegas in the summer. They lasted maybe two more months and they nearly died. They had gotten into another fight, mistakenly taking some food and walking around with it, it was just a hamburger that they had stolen from McDonalds but someone else wanted it. There they had fought so hard that they had gotten their skull cracked open. Once they came too they had plenty of broken bones and burns from laying out on the asphalt for the couple of hours they were knocked out. Infront of them was the brochure to the came and the rest is history.
First coming to the school it was discovered that they were functionally illiterate and even now they are behind in their studies and may just have to repeat a grade until they can get up to speed with their homework.
- SPECIES: Demigod, Appolo -- appearance: Lux is a pretty small person. They stand at about five foot five and are waiting for that fabled growth spurt most males seem to get at eighteen... which they do get but it only gets them to stand at five foot seven so they're still a pretty small person. They have short honey blonde hair that has that slight california surfer wave to it. Really they do look like a mini surfer dude, they're pretty well built for their small stature and has that care free attitude that seems to go along with it. They are fit, having been on the swim team ever since they could and before that they had been doing swim club and swim lessons since they were able to be in the water. They have a light smattering of freckles on their slightly heart shaped face and has wide green eyes. They have a few scars all over their body from a few accidents, one when they were rough housing in the pool and cracked their head open in the pool, and another was from a biking accident right before they were accepted into the academy. That one is a lot larger, running from the nape of their neck down to their shoulder. They hadn't been careful, biking around the city, and had been knocked off into a ditch. Their skin glows lightly and it will grow brighter on sunny days and darker at night or on cloudy days.
-- species/rules of species: Lux is a demigod, half human and half god, and takes after their father in quite a few ways. They have the lightly glowing skin and the surfer dude looks. They also have some powers over light, letting light into rooms, glowing and making dark places light, but they can also take it away as well. Usually they will burst into a bright light if they feel too threatened. Like a skunk but without the smell. This is a new development since they started going to the school. They can also make light solid for an offensive attack, think like the light ball attack in pokemon, but using that usually exhausts them.
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Post by venus on Jan 14, 2018 21:46:41 GMT -5
sweetclover1 nice character!! B) i'm las vegas born and raised so it's fun seeing characters with that background hehe )
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Post by Salted Squid on Jan 14, 2018 21:57:50 GMT -5
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Post by venus on Jan 14, 2018 23:03:28 GMT -5
Salted Squid hey do you have any other characters you could use? one of my characters, jude, is also a red-haired rude firestarter and i'm not really comfortable with how similar they are.
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Post by Salted Squid on Jan 14, 2018 23:10:42 GMT -5
Salted Squid hey do you have any other characters you could use? one of my characters, jude, is also a red-haired rude firestarter and i'm not really comfortable with how similar they are. Sorry about that, I didn't mean to make them so similar! I guess I could try to come up with someone, though I don't really have any characters as well developed as Skylar is I can also change some aspects of her appearance and personality if that would make you feel better
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Post by venus on Jan 14, 2018 23:26:13 GMT -5
Salted Squid i'd just prefer if you made a different character, thanks.
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Post by Salted Squid on Jan 14, 2018 23:49:00 GMT -5
Okay. I suppose I'll come up with another idea
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