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Our Lady Wollstonecraft Academy
Preparatory School and Collegiate Institute of the St. Lovecraft State for the
Mythological, Extramundane and Supernaturally Gifted.
monsterkid prep school one x one plot with venus & 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 - closed
𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 's characters -
- Name: Safia Lupa
- Name: Lukas Newman
- Name: Serena Waters
- Name: Raffin Reynolds
Preparatory School and Collegiate Institute of the St. Lovecraft State for the
Mythological, Extramundane and Supernaturally Gifted.
monsterkid prep school one x one plot with venus & 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 - closed
𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 's characters -
- Name: Safia Lupa
Age: 17
Gender: female
Species: Amazon
Description: Safia stands taller than the average woman at 6'1", and has an athletic, muscular body. Her skin is tanned from spending all her time outside, and she has large, chocolate brown eyes. Her sleek, long brown hair has reddish undertones, and reaches just below her shoulder blades, although it is often pulled back in a braid. She has sharp, angular features, and typically wears form fitting clothes that are easy to move in.
Personality: Safia is a very caring person who is quite mature for her age. She is humble when it comes to her abilities, and refuses to use them except when necessary, although she can be found practicing drills every day after school. She tries to be friendly towards everyone, but she hates drama and tends to avoid those who cause it. She would much rather be spending time outside than being in class all day.
Gender: female
Species: Amazon
Description: Safia stands taller than the average woman at 6'1", and has an athletic, muscular body. Her skin is tanned from spending all her time outside, and she has large, chocolate brown eyes. Her sleek, long brown hair has reddish undertones, and reaches just below her shoulder blades, although it is often pulled back in a braid. She has sharp, angular features, and typically wears form fitting clothes that are easy to move in.
Personality: Safia is a very caring person who is quite mature for her age. She is humble when it comes to her abilities, and refuses to use them except when necessary, although she can be found practicing drills every day after school. She tries to be friendly towards everyone, but she hates drama and tends to avoid those who cause it. She would much rather be spending time outside than being in class all day.
- Name: Lukas Newman
Age: 18
Gender: male
Species: draki
Description: Lukas is an onyx draki, so everything about him can be describe as big and strong. His shoulders are broad and muscular, and he stands tall at 6'4". His messy hair is a deep black, with blue undertones. Lukas's skin is medium tan, and he has pale grey eyes that have hints of blue and purple at times. When in his draki form, he grows a foot taller, and his skin turns the same shade as his hair, complete with the shimmering purple and blue undertones. He grows giant, leathery wings that are twice the length of his armspan, and his skin becomes tough as iron. Overall, he transforms into a half-dragon, half-human creature (they are hard to describe haha)
Personality: Lukas is very cocky and competitive, and doesn't like admitting that there are things he can't do. At first, he can come across as a bit of a jerk, but once you get to know him, he is actually very caring and protective of his friends.
Gender: male
Species: draki
Description: Lukas is an onyx draki, so everything about him can be describe as big and strong. His shoulders are broad and muscular, and he stands tall at 6'4". His messy hair is a deep black, with blue undertones. Lukas's skin is medium tan, and he has pale grey eyes that have hints of blue and purple at times. When in his draki form, he grows a foot taller, and his skin turns the same shade as his hair, complete with the shimmering purple and blue undertones. He grows giant, leathery wings that are twice the length of his armspan, and his skin becomes tough as iron. Overall, he transforms into a half-dragon, half-human creature (they are hard to describe haha)
Personality: Lukas is very cocky and competitive, and doesn't like admitting that there are things he can't do. At first, he can come across as a bit of a jerk, but once you get to know him, he is actually very caring and protective of his friends.
- Name: Serena Waters
Age: 16
Gender: female
Species: siren/mermaid
Description: Serena has a soft, hourglass shaped figure and stands at 5'6". When looking at her, it is hard to decide if her features are severe or sweet, but either way it is clear that she is beautiful, like all those of her kind. She has long, dark brown hair that falls in soft waves to her mid back, and deep blue eyes that seem to change color like the sea. Her skin is pale, with soft pink undertones, and she usually wears clothes that cover her up/hide her body.
Personality: Serena is very shy and doesn't open up easily to others. She is hesitant to make friends or be in relationships, because when she was a child, she accidentally lured a stranger to his death, and it has scared her to this day. She hates what she is and sometimes has self destructive tendencies.
Gender: female
Species: siren/mermaid
Description: Serena has a soft, hourglass shaped figure and stands at 5'6". When looking at her, it is hard to decide if her features are severe or sweet, but either way it is clear that she is beautiful, like all those of her kind. She has long, dark brown hair that falls in soft waves to her mid back, and deep blue eyes that seem to change color like the sea. Her skin is pale, with soft pink undertones, and she usually wears clothes that cover her up/hide her body.
Personality: Serena is very shy and doesn't open up easily to others. She is hesitant to make friends or be in relationships, because when she was a child, she accidentally lured a stranger to his death, and it has scared her to this day. She hates what she is and sometimes has self destructive tendencies.
- Name: Raffin Reynolds
Age: 18
Gender: male
Species: vampire
Description: Raffin has a narrow frame, standing a little over average height at 6'. He dresses in mostly darker colorsand considers himself up to date on the latest fashion trends, and usually has a bit of scruff on his face since he only shaves once or twice a week. His hair is dirty blonde, and he usually just pushes it back from his face. His eyes are a dark hazel, being mostly brown, with flecks of gold and green mixed in.
Personality: Raffin is patient and calculating. He likes having things his way, but has a way of getting others to do what he wants without them realizing it. He is a bit of a player and is a very sensual being. He often is sarcastic and can come across as descending or a know it all.
Gender: male
Species: vampire
Description: Raffin has a narrow frame, standing a little over average height at 6'. He dresses in mostly darker colors
Personality: Raffin is patient and calculating. He likes having things his way, but has a way of getting others to do what he wants without them realizing it. He is a bit of a player and is a very sensual being. He often is sarcastic and can come across as descending or a know it all.
venus 's characters --
Jude Rivera-Carvajal | 17 | Female | Cherufe
Francis Flowers | 18 | Male | Spiritual Medium
Cecilia Montgomery | 18 | Female | Witch
Elliot Nakamura | 17 | Male | Half-Gorgon
Jude Rivera-Carvajal | 17 | Female | Cherufe
BIO;
A product of mother nature, Jude has no true familial birth, and therefore has no true biological parents. But, the woman she considered her mother was the one who dragged her out of the molten lava, in the boiling depths of the volcanoes of Chile. Carved by the gods out of volcanic rock and magma, the ash and fire turned to strands of thick hair eventually, and the jagged rock was shaped into brown skin, and thus became Jude. Her mother named her Juandalynn, but when she had gone to live her life with her father in America, the frustration of people not learning to pronounce her name birthed her preferred name, Jude.
The story of her parents was as such; a Cuban volcanologist, photographing and studying volcanic activity in Chile, happened to stumble upon and photograph local cherufes. The man was fascinated by the creatures who would very rarely pull themselves out of the magma pools and volcanoes, unsure of what he was seeing, and was approached by Jude's mother. The two were enamored by each other, a kind of naive and infatuated love, and when Jude was birthed from the lava, her father made frequent trips out to Chile to visit the two. Eventually, though, the unfortunate romance between her parents was cut off, as her father's visits to the tiny region where her mother lived were a subject of interest to the locals. Her mother was hunted and killed when Jude was approximately 14 years old. And so, her father took her with him, fearing for her life, and Jude continued the rest of her life in America.
While her father was Cuban, because of his scientific work, he lived and raised Jude in varying cities across the US. They quickly found out she was unable to live in colder weather conditions, unfortunately. At first, they had gone to New York City, but the winters left Jude exhaling pillars of smoke and soot as her fiery core smoldered out slowly, and it was harder and harder to find her a warm place to live. After a year and a half of frustration, culture shock and Jude's stubbornness to change, they subsequently moved out more west. They tried living in California, upon the west coast, but Jude couldn't enjoy the beaches and too-perfect weather. Being so close to water at all times scared her. Eventually, they landed in a sun-bleached desert town in the boons of Arizona. Jude's childhood was somewhat rough - she had the appearance of a young teenager, but had to go through the trouble of learning as much as she could of information from pre-k to high school. English came somewhat easy, growing up in an English speaking environment, but Jude's Spanish is extremely fluent.
The girl faced identity issues for much of her youth in America, not only with the knowledge of being so inheritely different, but because Americans made everything so damn complicated. She considers herself half-Chilean and half-Cuban purely because of her parents. She also faces problems with anxiety and paranoia, caused after witnessing the death of her mother. The deep-seated issues of fear because of her mom manifested into anger issues, and so Jude struggled a lot as she managed through a couple of years of American middle and high school. Being a cherufe didn't make her life any easier either. Emotional flare-ups came with burnt school desks, piles of ash that were once homework and notes, and on one awful occasion, the west wing of a school being reduced to blackened soot. Teenage angst mixed with fire equaled a sucky youth.
Jude's relationship with her father was strained, but not entirely unhealthy. She just wished he had been around longer. Sadly enough, her lifespan is longer than normal humans, and the devastation of her mother's death was then added on with her father's death. He had always been caring and protective, but she could see how she wore him down over the years. Raising a kid wasn't easy, but raising what was essentially a fiery lava entity in the form of a teenage girl was something else entirely. At first, Jude had blamed him for her mom's death, but his love and genuine care for her soon changed her thought's on the subject. She was somehow both very dependent on him, and completely independent and wanted to be her own person. Without him, Jude would have either stayed to live in the magma pools with the rest of her kind, and eventually been hunted. But, she wanted to be her own person and didn't like the idea of relying on one person so much in her life. Because of this, Jude went through her 'emo' phase, and that eventually turned into the grunge-y punk hybrid that she is now. Her father kept them afloat through teaching; he had abandoned his career as a volcanologist, and instead taught college classes about environmental science and similar subjects.
When her father died was when Jude felt true devastation once again in her life. She felt as if she was withering, the fire inside being stamped and smoldered out, anger and anguish being exhaled along with soot as she sat crying in her burning home. When Jude came to, she laid under blackened wooden beams and debris, calm and burnt out. She knew she had to return home. By the time the firefighters got to the house, she had used whatever money her father left for her to book a flight to South America. Despair boiled in her gut as the girl made the trek into the mountains for the first time in decades. Jude thought of her mother, and every barefoot step left the ground charred. When she reached the summit of the volcano, her clothes slowly flittered away into ash from the pure heat, and she flung herself into the mouth of the Earth. The heat was comforting, and her kind greeted her eagerly, but Jude truly felt lost in that moment. When she surfaced from a magma pool, a slightly burnt brochure for the Academy lay on the black rock nearby.
Now, for the last three and a half years, Jude has resided at the Academy, but continues to isolate herself for the most part because of her anger issues and volatile powers. On-campus therapy sessions and her own drive prove that Jude is trying to best to make a good life for herself, but its proven difficult due to trauma and general social anxiety. She actively enjoys alternative rock music, something she picked up while living in the States, and is very into the punk scene and older music. She has taken up learning the bass guitar, and tries to write songs for a band she hopes to create one day. Music is what she uses to cope, most of the time, but the girl also enjoys movies, literature discovered through her ELA courses, and is currently trying her hand at sports. She enjoys playing soccer casually, but couldn't make it on the team due to her aggressiveness when it came to competition.
SPECIES;
Appearance: Jude's appearance in general seems to exert warmth and heat, from burning red hair to warm dark skin - she is 5'8", and has a lean lithe stature, though isn't particularly muscled or athletic. She doesn't seem very approachable, with a perpetually angry square face, a strong jaw, slightly pointed nose, and her thick ginger brows casting shadows over her brownish-hazel eyes, also framed by pale lashes. Her skin is a warm golden brown, and dark freckles from days spent in the sun can be seen on her face and shoulders. Jude's hair is thick and unruly, a fiery ginger curly mass of its own as it lays over her shoulders and down her back, as well as a few shorter strands falling across her forehead. The girl is half-Cuban, half-Chilean. Being a redhead, most can spot her from a mile away, and it only gets harsher to look at as Jude is closer to whoever looks at her. Her fashion sense is a mix of simplicity due to laziness, and a grunge-y garage band type style. An avid lover for flannels, plaid skirts, old painters jeans, boots, and hipster 'vintage' 90s t-shirts that she can find online. While she's not the best at makeup, Jude does enjoy tinted lip balms and mascara, sometimes pencil eyeliner scribbled on her lids as well if she feels more intense. Her whole look in general though is...kind of intense. You can't escape the intensity of fire when it's your core, after all. Jude wears prescription glasses as well, though not regularly.
Biology: Jude is a Cherufe; a mythological "evil man-eating creature" said to be made of rock and magma, and who inhabit magma pools in the volcanoes of Chile. The indigenous people of her country thought they were the supposed cause of volcanic eruptions and earthquakes. Rumor has it, the Cherufe's appetite for flesh was only satisfied by a virginal human sacrifice, thrown into the depths of their volcanoes, and some ideas described them as reptilian humanoids. In reality, yes, Jude was created and 'birthed' in a volcano, deep in the earth and heat of her mother's country, but not really man-eating or the cause of natural disasters. Jude is most definitely humanoid, but blurs the edges on being able to pass as a 'human'. Her core and form are fire and lava, and gives her the power to create and control fire at will. It manifests both outwardly from her body (such as a flame in her hand, breathing out fire, etc.), and also physically in her appearance when in full use. It doesn't happen every time, but a notable feat is Jude's hair appearing to be on fire, and her skin is constantly almost searing hot to the touch. In total meltdown mode, she literally melts. Her skin cracks, magma begins to flow, its a very ugly scene. Her powers are like a crappy life metaphor for her anger, something Jude feel's can be uncontrollable and combustive.
A product of mother nature, Jude has no true familial birth, and therefore has no true biological parents. But, the woman she considered her mother was the one who dragged her out of the molten lava, in the boiling depths of the volcanoes of Chile. Carved by the gods out of volcanic rock and magma, the ash and fire turned to strands of thick hair eventually, and the jagged rock was shaped into brown skin, and thus became Jude. Her mother named her Juandalynn, but when she had gone to live her life with her father in America, the frustration of people not learning to pronounce her name birthed her preferred name, Jude.
The story of her parents was as such; a Cuban volcanologist, photographing and studying volcanic activity in Chile, happened to stumble upon and photograph local cherufes. The man was fascinated by the creatures who would very rarely pull themselves out of the magma pools and volcanoes, unsure of what he was seeing, and was approached by Jude's mother. The two were enamored by each other, a kind of naive and infatuated love, and when Jude was birthed from the lava, her father made frequent trips out to Chile to visit the two. Eventually, though, the unfortunate romance between her parents was cut off, as her father's visits to the tiny region where her mother lived were a subject of interest to the locals. Her mother was hunted and killed when Jude was approximately 14 years old. And so, her father took her with him, fearing for her life, and Jude continued the rest of her life in America.
While her father was Cuban, because of his scientific work, he lived and raised Jude in varying cities across the US. They quickly found out she was unable to live in colder weather conditions, unfortunately. At first, they had gone to New York City, but the winters left Jude exhaling pillars of smoke and soot as her fiery core smoldered out slowly, and it was harder and harder to find her a warm place to live. After a year and a half of frustration, culture shock and Jude's stubbornness to change, they subsequently moved out more west. They tried living in California, upon the west coast, but Jude couldn't enjoy the beaches and too-perfect weather. Being so close to water at all times scared her. Eventually, they landed in a sun-bleached desert town in the boons of Arizona. Jude's childhood was somewhat rough - she had the appearance of a young teenager, but had to go through the trouble of learning as much as she could of information from pre-k to high school. English came somewhat easy, growing up in an English speaking environment, but Jude's Spanish is extremely fluent.
The girl faced identity issues for much of her youth in America, not only with the knowledge of being so inheritely different, but because Americans made everything so damn complicated. She considers herself half-Chilean and half-Cuban purely because of her parents. She also faces problems with anxiety and paranoia, caused after witnessing the death of her mother. The deep-seated issues of fear because of her mom manifested into anger issues, and so Jude struggled a lot as she managed through a couple of years of American middle and high school. Being a cherufe didn't make her life any easier either. Emotional flare-ups came with burnt school desks, piles of ash that were once homework and notes, and on one awful occasion, the west wing of a school being reduced to blackened soot. Teenage angst mixed with fire equaled a sucky youth.
Jude's relationship with her father was strained, but not entirely unhealthy. She just wished he had been around longer. Sadly enough, her lifespan is longer than normal humans, and the devastation of her mother's death was then added on with her father's death. He had always been caring and protective, but she could see how she wore him down over the years. Raising a kid wasn't easy, but raising what was essentially a fiery lava entity in the form of a teenage girl was something else entirely. At first, Jude had blamed him for her mom's death, but his love and genuine care for her soon changed her thought's on the subject. She was somehow both very dependent on him, and completely independent and wanted to be her own person. Without him, Jude would have either stayed to live in the magma pools with the rest of her kind, and eventually been hunted. But, she wanted to be her own person and didn't like the idea of relying on one person so much in her life. Because of this, Jude went through her 'emo' phase, and that eventually turned into the grunge-y punk hybrid that she is now. Her father kept them afloat through teaching; he had abandoned his career as a volcanologist, and instead taught college classes about environmental science and similar subjects.
When her father died was when Jude felt true devastation once again in her life. She felt as if she was withering, the fire inside being stamped and smoldered out, anger and anguish being exhaled along with soot as she sat crying in her burning home. When Jude came to, she laid under blackened wooden beams and debris, calm and burnt out. She knew she had to return home. By the time the firefighters got to the house, she had used whatever money her father left for her to book a flight to South America. Despair boiled in her gut as the girl made the trek into the mountains for the first time in decades. Jude thought of her mother, and every barefoot step left the ground charred. When she reached the summit of the volcano, her clothes slowly flittered away into ash from the pure heat, and she flung herself into the mouth of the Earth. The heat was comforting, and her kind greeted her eagerly, but Jude truly felt lost in that moment. When she surfaced from a magma pool, a slightly burnt brochure for the Academy lay on the black rock nearby.
Now, for the last three and a half years, Jude has resided at the Academy, but continues to isolate herself for the most part because of her anger issues and volatile powers. On-campus therapy sessions and her own drive prove that Jude is trying to best to make a good life for herself, but its proven difficult due to trauma and general social anxiety. She actively enjoys alternative rock music, something she picked up while living in the States, and is very into the punk scene and older music. She has taken up learning the bass guitar, and tries to write songs for a band she hopes to create one day. Music is what she uses to cope, most of the time, but the girl also enjoys movies, literature discovered through her ELA courses, and is currently trying her hand at sports. She enjoys playing soccer casually, but couldn't make it on the team due to her aggressiveness when it came to competition.
SPECIES;
Appearance: Jude's appearance in general seems to exert warmth and heat, from burning red hair to warm dark skin - she is 5'8", and has a lean lithe stature, though isn't particularly muscled or athletic. She doesn't seem very approachable, with a perpetually angry square face, a strong jaw, slightly pointed nose, and her thick ginger brows casting shadows over her brownish-hazel eyes, also framed by pale lashes. Her skin is a warm golden brown, and dark freckles from days spent in the sun can be seen on her face and shoulders. Jude's hair is thick and unruly, a fiery ginger curly mass of its own as it lays over her shoulders and down her back, as well as a few shorter strands falling across her forehead. The girl is half-Cuban, half-Chilean. Being a redhead, most can spot her from a mile away, and it only gets harsher to look at as Jude is closer to whoever looks at her. Her fashion sense is a mix of simplicity due to laziness, and a grunge-y garage band type style. An avid lover for flannels, plaid skirts, old painters jeans, boots, and hipster 'vintage' 90s t-shirts that she can find online. While she's not the best at makeup, Jude does enjoy tinted lip balms and mascara, sometimes pencil eyeliner scribbled on her lids as well if she feels more intense. Her whole look in general though is...kind of intense. You can't escape the intensity of fire when it's your core, after all. Jude wears prescription glasses as well, though not regularly.
Biology: Jude is a Cherufe; a mythological "evil man-eating creature" said to be made of rock and magma, and who inhabit magma pools in the volcanoes of Chile. The indigenous people of her country thought they were the supposed cause of volcanic eruptions and earthquakes. Rumor has it, the Cherufe's appetite for flesh was only satisfied by a virginal human sacrifice, thrown into the depths of their volcanoes, and some ideas described them as reptilian humanoids. In reality, yes, Jude was created and 'birthed' in a volcano, deep in the earth and heat of her mother's country, but not really man-eating or the cause of natural disasters. Jude is most definitely humanoid, but blurs the edges on being able to pass as a 'human'. Her core and form are fire and lava, and gives her the power to create and control fire at will. It manifests both outwardly from her body (such as a flame in her hand, breathing out fire, etc.), and also physically in her appearance when in full use. It doesn't happen every time, but a notable feat is Jude's hair appearing to be on fire, and her skin is constantly almost searing hot to the touch. In total meltdown mode, she literally melts. Her skin cracks, magma begins to flow, its a very ugly scene. Her powers are like a crappy life metaphor for her anger, something Jude feel's can be uncontrollable and combustive.
Francis Flowers | 18 | Male | Spiritual Medium
Cursed at birth, Francis Flowers is the child of a wizard and a thief, raised by two aunts in the middle of the Pacific Northwest, and can speak to the dead. His familial situation has never been an easy subject to discuss. His father practiced spells, magic, witchcraft, you name it. He had abilities, that was certain. Edward Flowers was teeming with untapped potential, an affinity to make the unimaginable happen. A man greedy for information and power meets a woman greedy for anything she could get her hands on. Camille Cohen, who then married and took on the surname Flowers, was a remarkable thief. She stole both material goods, as well as ingredients for potions, spellbooks and grimoires, items imbued with powerful magic, all to please Edward. She had sticky fingers, a silver tongue, and was unstoppable with her all-powerful husband. They were a match made in heaven.
Long story short; Camille stole from the wrong witch. A curse was placed on their family's bloodline. Francis was born with a terrible affliction; being able to see and communicate with the dead. Somehow, he ended up living with his mother's sister and her wife, and grew up in their care in the safe and secluded woods. He is a bored, lonely child. Troubled by nightmares, haunted by the past, barely able to function in society and crowded areas. Francis slowly is able to bear his abilities. He is able to hone in some magic, something passed down genetically from his father. Performing and practicing rituals can help hone his abilities. He can make clearer connections through the passageways that connect him with the afterlife. At times, those lost souls that reach out to him are able to tell him snippets of the future. It provides him some type of clairvoyance, though it can be rare.
Francis is 6'0", tall and lanky, all pointed angles and awkward movements. He often gets the feeling he takes up too much space, and is often seen trying to occupy as little as possible. Tucked into corners, sitting in the back of the classroom, arms rigid at his sides or folded over his chest. His skin is marzipan pale, freckled from days spent exploring the outdoors, and a mop of unruly strawberry blonde waves sits atop his head, trimmed short on the sides. His eyes are a dark brown, even in direct sunlight, warm but distant. He wears wire framed glasses. The boy has no fashion sense, it teeters on tragic. He sports mixes of patterns, or clothes totally contrasting with the day's weather, or sometimes dresses like some 90's dad, horribly outdated. Clothes too big for him, sweaters and oversized coats, old tennis shoes, sometimes a heavy scarf since he gets chilly easily.
Long story short; Camille stole from the wrong witch. A curse was placed on their family's bloodline. Francis was born with a terrible affliction; being able to see and communicate with the dead. Somehow, he ended up living with his mother's sister and her wife, and grew up in their care in the safe and secluded woods. He is a bored, lonely child. Troubled by nightmares, haunted by the past, barely able to function in society and crowded areas. Francis slowly is able to bear his abilities. He is able to hone in some magic, something passed down genetically from his father. Performing and practicing rituals can help hone his abilities. He can make clearer connections through the passageways that connect him with the afterlife. At times, those lost souls that reach out to him are able to tell him snippets of the future. It provides him some type of clairvoyance, though it can be rare.
Francis is 6'0", tall and lanky, all pointed angles and awkward movements. He often gets the feeling he takes up too much space, and is often seen trying to occupy as little as possible. Tucked into corners, sitting in the back of the classroom, arms rigid at his sides or folded over his chest. His skin is marzipan pale, freckled from days spent exploring the outdoors, and a mop of unruly strawberry blonde waves sits atop his head, trimmed short on the sides. His eyes are a dark brown, even in direct sunlight, warm but distant. He wears wire framed glasses. The boy has no fashion sense, it teeters on tragic. He sports mixes of patterns, or clothes totally contrasting with the day's weather, or sometimes dresses like some 90's dad, horribly outdated. Clothes too big for him, sweaters and oversized coats, old tennis shoes, sometimes a heavy scarf since he gets chilly easily.
Cecilia Montgomery | 18 | Female | Witch
Colonial Massachusetts, 1692.
Shoes clack and bend the wood of the church floors as good folks shuffle between the pews.
A smart and lonely child is a dangerous child. Cecilia is the single daughter born to a God-fevered father, and a cursed monstrous mother. Her puritan father preached at the town's church, her mother was the host of an unfathomable Lovecraftian being. Not exactly a functional family. Cecilia's curious life truly began the day her father could no longer ignore the permeable darkness around her mother. The townsfolk whispered rumors about devil worship and demonic beings. She was otherworldly - an unstable force of nature. Vivetta would no longer bend.
In a distant room at the back of the house, the sound of bones snapping and joints cracking into unnatural positions echoes.
Her mother is an uncaring creature. Born of the eldritch, Cecilia can withstand the use of the horrifying and sometimes euclidean magic. Her coven surrounds her in the empty room, mumbling incantations and channeling their magic with Cecilia as the conduit. She bends, she snaps, she's twisted into shapes and is spat out through wormholes and moves in a seizure-like pattern as whatever her mother incites bends space and time within the room. Regular spell practice, she'd later say. Cecilia endures this as a child, she endures it as she turns eighteen. There is no place like home.
A cursed timeline of witches, doomed to burn but never to die.
With a firm hand on her shoulder, Cecilia stands by her father's side as Vivetta is tried and burned, accused of witchcraft and devil worship. I'm free, she thinks. She watches her mother die at the stake with the rest of her coven. Ash and the sickening smell of cooked flesh hang thick in the air - Vivetta did not flinch, did not scream, but simply watched her daughter with a stone-faced look. Her father is relieved, and the town is safe once again. But, Cecilia is still afflicted by her mother's impact.
Of course, born from the eldritch being of her mother, Cecilia inherited her power. Genetics are a blessing, after all. Her father finds her standing on the ceiling one afternoon, speaking tongues and eyes rolled back. Her father finds her one day with cuts on her arms, but no blood, only a black ichor that slowly drips out. Her father cannot control her, he knows this as she shoves her hand in the fireplace but does not burn. One day, her father tragically dies of a mysterious but timely heart attack. What a shame.
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Cecilia is a tall and imposing force to be reckoned with. Olive skin, long dark hair with bangs ending right above her eyebrows. Everything about her is sharp; a strong jaw, high angular cheekbones, with dramatic dark thick eyebrows and a straight pointed nose. Her eyes are a light shade of grey, almost piercing in a sense, and dark circles color the skin around them from the lack of sleep she gets. She's usually seen wearing dark clothes. Turtleneck sweaters, dark jeans, really anything long sleeve that covers her skin. When she walks into a room, people can immediately sense her presence. She has some weird effect of permeable darkness, like an aphotic zone.
Her mother was- is- an unfathomable cosmic entity and host for the Lovecraftian, immortal eldritch beings. This was passed on to Cecilia, not just by genetics, but the spells and magic her mother performed on her as well. Because of this, she has abilities not possible for normal humans - an affinity for witchcraft, telekinesis, speaking tongues, as well as technical immortality. (Technical as in, nothing has tried to kill her yet. But Cecilia just keeps on keeping on.) She has the potential for this “magic” ability that she channels through the study of spellbooks, ancient texts and grimoires; wherein magic means being able to create, cause and bring about events unexplained or inconceivable for human science and comprehension, whether because science cannot explain them yet, or because they are impossible in our plane of existence.
Cecilia's magic skill is a physical muscle that her human body can sometimes struggle to flex, and as of now, significant spells and potions require a considerable amount of research, preparation, magical energy, and take a toll on her body. She is a host, after all, and her outer shell is still lamely half-mortal because of her father. Cecilia is constantly pushing the limits of her magic to go bigger, better and more powerful, and she is far too prideful to have a sense of self-preservation that warns her she could easily die if she pushed her three-dimensional body into the creation of multi-dimensional events too harshly. As it is, the interdimensional manipulation her magic calls for is taxing, and depending on the spell it ‘sucks up’ her physical, mental and emotional energy. Pushing harder will physically harm her, try to bend her three-dimensional body into more planes, and eventually kill her.
Shoes clack and bend the wood of the church floors as good folks shuffle between the pews.
A smart and lonely child is a dangerous child. Cecilia is the single daughter born to a God-fevered father, and a cursed monstrous mother. Her puritan father preached at the town's church, her mother was the host of an unfathomable Lovecraftian being. Not exactly a functional family. Cecilia's curious life truly began the day her father could no longer ignore the permeable darkness around her mother. The townsfolk whispered rumors about devil worship and demonic beings. She was otherworldly - an unstable force of nature. Vivetta would no longer bend.
In a distant room at the back of the house, the sound of bones snapping and joints cracking into unnatural positions echoes.
Her mother is an uncaring creature. Born of the eldritch, Cecilia can withstand the use of the horrifying and sometimes euclidean magic. Her coven surrounds her in the empty room, mumbling incantations and channeling their magic with Cecilia as the conduit. She bends, she snaps, she's twisted into shapes and is spat out through wormholes and moves in a seizure-like pattern as whatever her mother incites bends space and time within the room. Regular spell practice, she'd later say. Cecilia endures this as a child, she endures it as she turns eighteen. There is no place like home.
A cursed timeline of witches, doomed to burn but never to die.
With a firm hand on her shoulder, Cecilia stands by her father's side as Vivetta is tried and burned, accused of witchcraft and devil worship. I'm free, she thinks. She watches her mother die at the stake with the rest of her coven. Ash and the sickening smell of cooked flesh hang thick in the air - Vivetta did not flinch, did not scream, but simply watched her daughter with a stone-faced look. Her father is relieved, and the town is safe once again. But, Cecilia is still afflicted by her mother's impact.
Of course, born from the eldritch being of her mother, Cecilia inherited her power. Genetics are a blessing, after all. Her father finds her standing on the ceiling one afternoon, speaking tongues and eyes rolled back. Her father finds her one day with cuts on her arms, but no blood, only a black ichor that slowly drips out. Her father cannot control her, he knows this as she shoves her hand in the fireplace but does not burn. One day, her father tragically dies of a mysterious but timely heart attack. What a shame.
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Cecilia is a tall and imposing force to be reckoned with. Olive skin, long dark hair with bangs ending right above her eyebrows. Everything about her is sharp; a strong jaw, high angular cheekbones, with dramatic dark thick eyebrows and a straight pointed nose. Her eyes are a light shade of grey, almost piercing in a sense, and dark circles color the skin around them from the lack of sleep she gets. She's usually seen wearing dark clothes. Turtleneck sweaters, dark jeans, really anything long sleeve that covers her skin. When she walks into a room, people can immediately sense her presence. She has some weird effect of permeable darkness, like an aphotic zone.
Her mother was- is- an unfathomable cosmic entity and host for the Lovecraftian, immortal eldritch beings. This was passed on to Cecilia, not just by genetics, but the spells and magic her mother performed on her as well. Because of this, she has abilities not possible for normal humans - an affinity for witchcraft, telekinesis, speaking tongues, as well as technical immortality. (Technical as in, nothing has tried to kill her yet. But Cecilia just keeps on keeping on.) She has the potential for this “magic” ability that she channels through the study of spellbooks, ancient texts and grimoires; wherein magic means being able to create, cause and bring about events unexplained or inconceivable for human science and comprehension, whether because science cannot explain them yet, or because they are impossible in our plane of existence.
Cecilia's magic skill is a physical muscle that her human body can sometimes struggle to flex, and as of now, significant spells and potions require a considerable amount of research, preparation, magical energy, and take a toll on her body. She is a host, after all, and her outer shell is still lamely half-mortal because of her father. Cecilia is constantly pushing the limits of her magic to go bigger, better and more powerful, and she is far too prideful to have a sense of self-preservation that warns her she could easily die if she pushed her three-dimensional body into the creation of multi-dimensional events too harshly. As it is, the interdimensional manipulation her magic calls for is taxing, and depending on the spell it ‘sucks up’ her physical, mental and emotional energy. Pushing harder will physically harm her, try to bend her three-dimensional body into more planes, and eventually kill her.
Elliot Nakamura | 17 | Male | Half-Gorgon
Elliot Nakamura was born from his Japanese father and...Gorgon mother. Gorgon, as in the Medusa-species women, snakes for hair, deadly eyes, the whole nine yards. He has never met his mother, but inherited many of her traits. Aside from his species, he doesn't seem to stand out much, something he has tried very hard to master. 6'4", tanned skin, some lean muscle to his frame. His hair is short, and if one looks closely, it's made up of small snakes and leaves a weird effect to the eye as they writhe and move. Each snake is a deep green, almost black if the sunlight doesn't catch on their luminescent scales. Elliot hides behind his reflective glasses, for other people's protection. Unfortunately, he gained that horrible power from his mother as well. Looking people in the eye dooms them to become stone. Sometimes, the effect is not as strong - he can use it to stun people, the stone effect wearing off within the hour. Years of practice has given him some control over his ability. But, it still can be used to kill. The glasses are also prescription, since Elliot is farsighted. That made an awkward trip to the optometrist.
For someone who can't make eye contact with people, and thus feeling like he truly lacks intimate contact and relationships with people, Elliot is surprisingly outgoing and energetic. Maybe a bit of a nerd, but genuinely nice. He values kindness, wants to share good with the world, since the world has not treated him very kindly. Elliot's energy levels can veer on annoying, but he does have ADHD, and battles with his attention span and interest levels constantly. His main obsession is electronics. When he was younger, he found out that video calling and photos meant he could talk and see other people without his protective glasses. So, Elliot developed a hyperfixation on technology, as it became his main source of interacting with other people. His dorm room is filled to the brim with old and new electronics alike - old Blu-Ray players, computer monitors, cameras, cameras, cameras galore.
For someone who can't make eye contact with people, and thus feeling like he truly lacks intimate contact and relationships with people, Elliot is surprisingly outgoing and energetic. Maybe a bit of a nerd, but genuinely nice. He values kindness, wants to share good with the world, since the world has not treated him very kindly. Elliot's energy levels can veer on annoying, but he does have ADHD, and battles with his attention span and interest levels constantly. His main obsession is electronics. When he was younger, he found out that video calling and photos meant he could talk and see other people without his protective glasses. So, Elliot developed a hyperfixation on technology, as it became his main source of interacting with other people. His dorm room is filled to the brim with old and new electronics alike - old Blu-Ray players, computer monitors, cameras, cameras, cameras galore.
The new school year starting at Wollstonecraft is both dreaded and looked forward to - students from around the globe all congregate on campus once more, huddled in the brisk weather, navigating its peculiar paths. To find the school, with it's impermeable form and not set in one place, the student body follow the instructions on their peculiar brochures to figure out how to even get back. Some of the more seasoned students find it less of an issue. In the distance, over rolling hills of dead grass and cobblestone streets, a wormhole spits out teenagers left and right. The travel back to school is not an easy process.
If one looks off in the distance, before the fog cuts off the view of the horizon, a small smattering of buildings can be seen bunched together. The tiny indescribable town of Winona's End probably shouldn't exist, but it does, with it's boutiques of authentic cursed designer clothes, shoppes for occultists to gather their specific needs for herbs and plants, even a broomstick shop. It seems to be the same as the academy, not having a set location and moving alongside wherever Wollstonecraft appears. It's easy and baffling to navigate at the same time. More antiquated cobblestone roads and old fashioned lanterns line it's paths, new alleyways popping up every time someone visits. One long winding path leads back up to the looming school in the distance. A certain redhead, and many of the other students taking this way can be seen already making the trek over, carrying luggage, cages for pets, and piles of textbooks for the new school semester.
Our Lady Wollstonecraft Academy is reasonably frightening and imposing, at first impressions. Absolutely large, very Victorian-era gothic cathedral style, though the inside is more haunted rococo. Sharp watch towers seemingly cut into the clouds above, the campus grounds seem to never end and expand on through fog despite the direct road to Winona's End. The front of the campus faces north, decorated by a tall, rusted gate as an entrance. To it's east side is the deciduous forest trails and mountains, to the northwest corner is the massive lake and it's sandy banks with water pitch black as night in the cold sunny morning. To the southwest are four dorm buildings. Each dorm building is tailored for the specific needs of it's students - Druantia, for example, was made for any nature-oriented or nature-dependent creature. Fairies, nymphs, lava monsters such as herself. Dorm Ra is for any mostly humanoid student, such as witches or ghouls. Proteus, the furthest dorm, was built to house any creature with multiple forms or flexible shapes of matter. Anything that needs to be held down and kept safe, werewolves for instance, would reside safely in Proteus. The last one, Artume, created for nocturnal students, completely sealed off from sunlight or outside pests. Further along the campus, if one examined the inside of the main scholastic building confirms one rumor; it does have moving walls. Moving walls, doors that remain unopened for centuries, some questionable professors, but a rather large and nice dining hall.
The view is quite the feat, one that Jude can't help but love every time she comes back from break. Trekking down the path, the image of the school was picturesque, straight out of some cheesy horror novel. Wollstonecraft is lovable in it's weird charming ways. First things first, dorm room assignments.
Dragging along her luggage, Jude pushed through the crowds of new and seasoned students alike, most of them crowding up the main quad outside the dorms. Lots of new students this year, it seemed.
If one looks off in the distance, before the fog cuts off the view of the horizon, a small smattering of buildings can be seen bunched together. The tiny indescribable town of Winona's End probably shouldn't exist, but it does, with it's boutiques of authentic cursed designer clothes, shoppes for occultists to gather their specific needs for herbs and plants, even a broomstick shop. It seems to be the same as the academy, not having a set location and moving alongside wherever Wollstonecraft appears. It's easy and baffling to navigate at the same time. More antiquated cobblestone roads and old fashioned lanterns line it's paths, new alleyways popping up every time someone visits. One long winding path leads back up to the looming school in the distance. A certain redhead, and many of the other students taking this way can be seen already making the trek over, carrying luggage, cages for pets, and piles of textbooks for the new school semester.
Our Lady Wollstonecraft Academy is reasonably frightening and imposing, at first impressions. Absolutely large, very Victorian-era gothic cathedral style, though the inside is more haunted rococo. Sharp watch towers seemingly cut into the clouds above, the campus grounds seem to never end and expand on through fog despite the direct road to Winona's End. The front of the campus faces north, decorated by a tall, rusted gate as an entrance. To it's east side is the deciduous forest trails and mountains, to the northwest corner is the massive lake and it's sandy banks with water pitch black as night in the cold sunny morning. To the southwest are four dorm buildings. Each dorm building is tailored for the specific needs of it's students - Druantia, for example, was made for any nature-oriented or nature-dependent creature. Fairies, nymphs, lava monsters such as herself. Dorm Ra is for any mostly humanoid student, such as witches or ghouls. Proteus, the furthest dorm, was built to house any creature with multiple forms or flexible shapes of matter. Anything that needs to be held down and kept safe, werewolves for instance, would reside safely in Proteus. The last one, Artume, created for nocturnal students, completely sealed off from sunlight or outside pests. Further along the campus, if one examined the inside of the main scholastic building confirms one rumor; it does have moving walls. Moving walls, doors that remain unopened for centuries, some questionable professors, but a rather large and nice dining hall.
The view is quite the feat, one that Jude can't help but love every time she comes back from break. Trekking down the path, the image of the school was picturesque, straight out of some cheesy horror novel. Wollstonecraft is lovable in it's weird charming ways. First things first, dorm room assignments.
Dragging along her luggage, Jude pushed through the crowds of new and seasoned students alike, most of them crowding up the main quad outside the dorms. Lots of new students this year, it seemed.