Even if you aren’t looking for it, Redthorn Academy is looking for you.

Hello. I am unsure if we have met before, but I can assure you that I mean no harm to you in any way. I am writing this letter to inform you that you don’t have to keep running. You may or may not have heard of it, but there is an academy that I am in charge of that deals with housing Mythics. Yes, there are many more of you, and the goal of my academy is to unite all Mythics and maybe even create peace between us and the humans. Do not let this letter out of your hands, as it contains the information that will get you to the Redthorn Academy.
Christopher A. Redthorn

Redthorn Academy, a safe haven for mythological beasts and creatures that call themselves “Mythics”. While the world believes for most of them to be dead or nothing but folklore, they have been hiding, seeking peace for everyone. There are a few mythological races in the world that just can’t hide in the crowd, and they seek the Academy for safety. Some have come across the academy by accident; others were brought there because of fate.

As the name suggests, the large estate serves as an Academy for many, teaching them regular things that everyone should know, as well as things specific to them, like being able to control the abilities that they have, as well as how to use them for the best effect. Redthorn Academy had a large amount of teens and young adults filling the halls, but does now only allow just them. It is a home for any Mythic seeking refuge, and will allow any Mythic inside its walls.

Mythics come from far and wide to seek out the Academy, as some have come from the father reaches of the earth just to find a safe haven from humans. Not all humans treat them like monsters, though, and are willing to help them in any way whatsoever.

Name:
Age:
Race:
Powers and abilities
Appearance: (Please use realistic pictures for this roleplay)
Personality:
Biography:
Likes:
Dislikes:

More information will be added along the way, so please note that changes might have to be made in the future.

pyroman said
Appearance: (Please use realistic pictures for this roleplay)

Ah, um... That kind of means I can't join, since all of my ideas were things I'd already drawn up myself, and I really feel uncomfortable using pictures of real people except under one very specific circumstance. Sorry.

It's fine. I would prefer that people use realist pictures, but your free to use other ones if you can't use a realistic one. I'd hate for you to leave just because of that.

Question: Is it all right to go with a written description rather than a picture? Because I'm sure some of the ideas that are not as human looking will be really hard to find a picture for. I also noticed that you haven't outlined a spot for specific powers or abilities, and I think that should be part of the CS so that we know what the capabilities of each character are.

Name: "Katerina Petrova is my real name. Katherine Pierce is what I'm more recently called."

Age: "I was turned at age 18 though I'm currently 698."

Race: "Thought it'd be obvious. I'm a vampire."

Personality: "My personality eh? Well, I'm a kind and good person really. I just think logically and do whatever it takes to survive. Because of that little fact I'm usually called a 'psychotic manipulative bitch'. And I guess I am.

Though, I will honestly do whatever it takes to survive. I'm all I have left really. Can't judge me for that can you?"

Biography: "My biography? Well, I won't go telling you everything but I'll tell you the main point. I was born in 1406. I had a mother, father and 3 brothers. I was the youngest and you'd best believe I took advantage of that. I was a daddy's girl you could say. Our family was very wealthy, a well known name at that time. My brothers were married and off living their life. I hadn't been courted yet and I was 16.

Though, I had many suiters I never fount the right guy. My parents accepted that. Then, I was 18 and I met this wonderful man. Handsome, smart, kind and came from a wealthy family so my parents were thrilled. We married within 4 months. We'd married June, 8th. Under the stars. That was my last night as a human. That night we...you know and I was bitten.

Woke up the next day with no memory after the wedding. I was alone. I learnt the hard way I was a vampire. I killed my family. I left town and had been on my own ever since. I learnt about Sun the hard way as well. Though, as it turns out the wedding ring I was given allowed me to walk in the sun. Spelled by a witch. And ever since then I traveled place to place never staying long.

Then, I heard about this academy and just had to check it out."

Likes: "Let's see. I love music, art, animals, reading and fashion. Regular stuff."

Dislikes: "Annoying people. Enough said."

Name
Killian, though her birth name is much longer and more complex... but names have power.

Age:
~160

Race:
Sidhe/Hellhound

Appearance:
While appearing human, Killian is 5'9", lean and long of limb, and relatively harmless looking. A thick, molten contralto voice is probably the most unique thing about her. While in hellhound form, she easily surpasses 60 inches from shoulder to ground, and rather than fur has a sleek exterior with some rough, lethally sharp hackles. Not unlike a porcupine (heh), where the coat can seem smooth and soft, but with tension becomes both a defense and a weapon.



Personality:
Impulsive, ruthless, cunning. Although Killian can be brutal and animalistic, half her blood stems from creatures made to obey the rules of the Sidhe, so she can play the loyal hound as necessary. She had a terrible temper, but with some effort managed to make her explosions a more rare occurrence - but nonetheless vicious for all that. With a faint growl forever on the edge of her voice, she seems to be perpetually of ill disposition, but is actually quite mellow. She can and will work, but Killian favors the luxuries of languor. While in hound form she is always willing to give chase, her fey form is less inclined. Although intrigue is the wine of her ancestors, Killian would rather flay a person open and read their entrails than play mind games, but will if necessary. A glutton for fatty, flavor-rich foods, she seems to pay more heed to the next meal than the present conversation, but almost always managed to keep abreast of the current situations. As a default, she acts as something of an enforcer and, if heavily compelled, spy/informer.

Biography:
Killian is the descendant of the Cŵn Annwn and dark Sidhe, though the ratio of each that lies in her genetics is not known. She's considered a throwback, however, since her family stresses that the Cŵn Annwn was a one time affair with her several times great-grandmother. Even among the dark fey, the Cŵn Annwn are considered lesser - slaves, even. Topside, humans would refer to the Cŵn Annwn as Hell's Hounds and so for lack of a better known word, she calls her bestial form a hellhound. Although there was ready employment for hellhounds in the service of the royal families, Killian soon lost interest at playing attack dog. Her family was composed of ruthless creatures incapable of the softer emotions, so Killian had few familial bonds to keep her around. When she reached 70 years of age, she left the underground palace and sought a life topside. Unfortunately, Killian struggled with emotions and bestial tendencies and ended up quite the recluse and savage until the letter came along.

Likes:
Hunting
Lazing about
Exploring

Dislikes:
Sudden loud noises or lights
Planes or any other form of flying or levitation
Animated plant life
The smell, taste, and feel of iron

KaelRavenheart said
Question: Is it all right to go with a written description rather than a picture? Because I'm sure some of the ideas that are not as human looking will be really hard to find a picture for. I also noticed that you haven't outlined a spot for specific powers or abilities, and I think that should be part of the CS so that we know what the capabilities of each character are.

Yes, you can write up A description if you need to.

As of now everyone is in.

Name: Agata Petrova Szavo(That's what she tells people, as her real name gives someone the chance to take complete control of her and her powers
Age:19
Race: Jinn (Fairly similar to a genie, but has free will and a small amount of control over what she grants)
Appearance:
Personality: Wise and witty, Agata is determined to live a free life, away from the powers and the lying. She is bold and will stand up for herself, desperately unwilling to be a slave to what she is. Most of the time, she refuses to expose who she is, even to other people who are "gifted", for fear she will be exploited. She is friendly and chatty, and enthusiastic about her new life.
Biography: Her mother was Serbian, and her father was a soldier, staying on after the collapse of communism. Both stumbled upon each other because of their "gifts ", and Agata was due only months later. The wedding was arranged, and the family were set to head for a better life together, in America.
However, her father was tricked in to revealing his nature and his true name, something only his fiancée was supposed to know. The trick meant that her mother was unmarried, heavily pregnant, and trapped by poverty. Fearing the same fate for her child, she went on the run.
Agata grew up with her mother, travelling through Europe and Asia, having as little contact with humans as possible. However, the letter still found it's way to her. As Agata moved to America for the Academy, her mother followed to track down her lost fiance's family.

Likes: Being able to control her own life,
Music,
Cooking
Reading

Dislikes: Her powers,
Most people (Especially picky ones)
Arguments
Being entirely alone

Name: Raphael Nevarra
Age: 88, appears 18
Race: Displacer Beast
Appearance: His human form looks rather frightening, since it is actually only a half formed transformation. He is 5 ft 4 inches, with lithe muscles over his whole body. His skin is a dark grey with a blue tint to it and his eyes are the pale green eyes of a cat. From the base of his shoulder blades protrude two long tendrils that have small stinging barbs on the ends that he can cause to lay flat or protrude at will. He can manipulate these tendrils as deftly as extra limbs. In his human form these tendrils are normally wrapped around his arms. In his beast form, the stinging barbs also cause paralysis. His hair in his human form is black and shoulder length. He keeps it well groomed and in a low ponytail. His nails are actually short claws and his teeth are also slightly more pointed than the average human. His face is clean shaven and does not appear to ever have had hair on it.

Personality: He is largely solitary, preferring his own company rather than the company of others, though he does not shy away from social situations, but rather simply remains in the background unless he believes he needs to draw attention to something. He has a rather dark sense of humor, finding the maiming or physical pain of others highly amusing. However, he does not enjoy emotional pain in others, finding it very uncomfortable to witness, since he is not well versed in how to deal with fluctuating emotions. In his heart he is a good person, though perhaps not kind. He has a rather judgemental attitude towards others, tending to categorize people into those who are worth his time to know and those who are not. He will not refrain from avenging perceived wrongs, and will even go so far as to attempt to kill those who he deems worthy of death. He has a great amount of pride, and while he takes pleasure in teasing and making fun of others, he hates being teased himself and will often become sullen and angry if jokes are pointed at him. Finally, he is truly ashamed of his inability to fully transform to a human state and believes that he is somewhat of a failure because of it.
Biography: He was born in the slums of Venice and his mother died in childbirth. His father raised him until he was 8 years old, teaching him to hunt and displace, which is an ability of his kind to teleport short distances in rapid succession. His kind also are rather long lived, normally living about 300 years before dying.However, his father died after being mauled by a bear whose lair he inadvertently stumbled into while wounded. After that, Raphael taught himself, learning to speak the human language and even wandering their streets from time to time. By the time he was 45 years old, there were many rumors of a monster cat in the forests of Italy and sightings of a monstrous man in the dark of the streets in the deep night. He never learned to fully transform, and so he eventually fled Italy and wandered abroad in France and Germany for several years before he heard of the school for Mythics in America. He was tired of running and moving all the time, and decided to seek it out.

Likes:
Darkness
Meat of any kind
Hunting
the sounds of woodwind instruments or singing

Dislikes:
Bright lights
Being laughed at
Being watched
The sound of string instruments
People he perceives as weak

Hello! I'd love to reserve a spot for this RP. It seems really interesting and I'd love to join.

Name: Lily Levingson
Age:20
Race: Wolf Shapeshifter
Appearance:



Personality:Lily is a kind, caring person. She is one of those people that seems to just be genuinely nice and self-sacrificing. She is a keen, observant person, strongly independent, and very adventurous. She is confident in herself, and in who she is, and is loyal and dutiful to her friends. She is an encouraging and relieable person, very helpful to others. She can be a valiant person. She hates to see people in pain, or distress, and will always offer help when she thinks it is needed. However, she can be impulsive and sneaky. She is a very determined individual, and enjoys being around others.

Biography:Lily never knew her mother or father. She was left outside in the cold of the woods, left to die because she was born with fur all over her, and shifting between her two forms. Unable to kill her themselves, they had exposed her to the environment. She was found by a she-wolf, who, instead of eating her, brought her in, as Lily learned to maintain her wolf form. She grew up in the pack, until she was 16, and then made her way into the human world. She had to learn how to speak, mute for two years. Even now, she still has some trouble speaking, and often avoids doing so sometimes.

Likes:
Being outside
meat, raw or cooked.
hunting
music
drawing
nature
Exploring

Dislikes
Violence to animals
loud noises

Name: Carter Monroe
Age: 19
Race: Clairvoyant
Powers and abilities: Can 'feel' all things and beings around it, replaces eyesight.
cannot be used to read books or things written down on other things, unless carved in.
Can only see within a twenty foot diameter.
If things move too fast, he can loose track of them and not be able to see them.
When being over used, eye begin to glow a light blue.
can also cause headaches if overused.
Appearance:
Personality:
Biography: Born naturally without vision, Carter had a somewhat more difficult life than others due to the fact that he couldn't see. Even with heightened senses, it was still hard for him to know when he was using his powers or not. With the fear that their son's powers might get out, as well as people taking advantage of his blindness, Carter's parents kept him home, and taught him there instead of allowing him to go to a normal school His other four senses replaced his sight, and even without seeing, he can still write. He has difficulty reading, though, as he requires touch to be able to read, and since books are printed out rather than hand written, he is extremely limited when it comes to that.
Carter grew up traveling around Asia as a child and young teen. Both of his parents worked in a company where travel was often, so even without his sight, he was still able to 'see' much of the continent. He hardly ever feared about his powers getting loose as he reached his teens, and was surprised to hear that there was a letter addressed to him back at home. He was surprised to feel that it was a hand written letter, and was even more surprised about the contents. Both of his parents were Clairvoyants, and neither of them had received a letter from Redthorn before, but they knew who he was and what his intentions were.
Likes: Pumpkin pie
apples
Classic rock
classic metal
classic rap
Dislikes: When people talk about his blindness

This looks awesome! Count me in! I will have my CS up in just a little bit...

Name: Abraham "Abe" Hampton

Age: 22 years old

Race: Modern Promethean

Powers and abilities: Abe is an artificially animated human (a la Frankenstein's monster). He stands at 7'6", and is very physically impressive. He is able to perform massive feats of strength, and can produce electricity from the diodes in his body.

Appearance:

Personality: Abe's appearance can be unsettling at time, but beneath his rotten exterior lies a heart of gold (not literally, his heart has copper, its a far better conductor). He genuinely cares for others. He feels like because he was given a second chance at life he should live it to the fullest.

Biography: Abe can remember the accident like it was yesterday. He was driving home from an evening with his girlfriend, windows down to let in the cool air of an early summer's evening. The radio was blasting and he felt truly happy, he never saw the semi coming. The driver of the truck was pulling a double shift in an attempt to get enough money to buy his wife a nice diamond necklace she had been looking at. The driver fell asleep and crossed into the other lane, smashing into the front of Abe's small car. Abe doesn't blame the man for anything, he was trying to surprise his wife. Either way Abe was killed instantly.
The next thing he knew he was waking up in what appeared to be a doctor's office. Abe was confused, last thing he remembered was getting hit by the semi. There was no way in hell he should have walked away from that. Suddenly a man entered the room, beaming and clapping. "Yes yes yes! How do you feel? Are you woozy? Do you remember anything?" Abe raised his hand to silence the man, too many questions at once, but what he raised wasn't his hand. A large robotic hand was attached at the end of Abe's arm! Now that he noticed....it wasn't even his arm! It had tattoos, and was far larger then his. "What did you do to me!?!" Abe shouted at the man in a voice that wasn't quite his own. "Its quite simple," the man said, "You died yesterday in a car accident, quite the tragedy, however the freshness of your corpse and your age made you the perfect candidate. I placed your brain in a body of my creation. You are more than human!" Abe couldn't believe what he was hearing. He looked down at his body. Grey skin, in some places not fully covering the wires that ran underneath. And he was massive, he was sitting on a standard patient's bed, one you would see in any doctor's office. His feet were flat on the floor and then some. All of this was too much, he was a corpse, a freak, he had had turned Abe into something else. "No. No. NO! YOU MADE ME INTO A MONSTER!" Abe stood up and pointed his hand out towards, suddenly a bolt of electricity arced out from the diodes in back and shot down his arm and out his fingertips. The man crumbled and fell to the floor. Abe ran out of the room, and kept running. Eventually he found his way out of the building and hit the road. He has been hopping town to town ever since. He wears bandages over his arms to hide his robotics, and usually wears a long coat and wide brimmed hat to cover everything else. Luckily the diodes only spark when he tries to generate electricity.

Likes: Metal Music, Summertime, Oranges, A really good book, Puppies, honest people, People who can see through his harsh exterior.

Dislikes: Pollen Season, Grapefruit, Cats, Dishonest people, people who "judge a book by its cover"

Buried Comic, I have to admit I love your character! He's awesome!

Name: Jargon Ragin

Age: 20

Race: Dragoid


Powers and abilities: breaths fire, flight, enhanced strength and speed, immune to fire

Appearance: Jargon is 6'12, and rather muscular. From his shoulder blades are two large, jet black wings that have a twenty foot wingspan. He has a tail that reaches 9 feet in length. His teeth are slightly pointed, and in placement of nails he has two inch long claws. From his claws to his elbows he is covered in dragon scales, which is almost impossible to break. His hair is also a dark black color. His jaw is strong and pronounced, with slightly deep set light brown, almost gold, eyes.

Personality: Jargon has a temper, which is dangerous to the people around him for someone his size. He has little patience, and tends to think that he can do everything. He is stubborn, set in his way unless he changes his own mind, thinking that someone isn't trying to change it himself. If you can befriend him however, you will have gained a powerful ally. He will lay down his life for his friends to protect them.

Biography: Jargon has been in hiding most of his life. Due to his appearance, he was never able to go out into the human world. He travelled on his own since he was ten, knowing how to take care of himself. He prefers forests and mountains, in the more remote areas. One day while wandering, he traveled into the Academy, and has stayed their sense.

Likes: fire
Heat
Hunting
Meat
Flying

Dislikes: ice
Cold
Large groups of people
Annoying people
Humans

This is looking better and better! I love all of the different types of characters. I can't wait until this one gets into IC!