Name:
Mutt

Age:
17

Gender:
Male

Personality:
Mutt is very hard in the beginning when you first meet him. He seems like the quiet type who might explode without so much as a moments notice. When he does talk, he dosnt seem stupid, but neither does he seem educated. After breaking past his tough exterior, he will surely be your best friend. He is, when comfortable, compassionate, carring, protective, and loyal. He has a passion for the simple things in life, like a patt on the back, a "Good job Mutt" from someone he cares about, and occasionally getting caught outside on a rainy day. As a powerful person to rival against, but a MUCH stronger friend, Mutt is just a great guy to have around.
Picture:
(Will add after i draw it. Im no artist, but i hand sketch all my character sheets pictures accept rarely.) Mutt is a 6'3 tall, tanned male with broad shoulders, and a lean, but muscular build. He has a haid full of thick, matted dark blue, almost black hair, that he stopped trying to tame. He has deep, powerfully set eyes, and a strong jaw line. His teeth dont seem quiet normal for a human, but who is a dentist here anyways right? He likes wearing dark, colorfull clothing, usually browns, reds, and copper. He walks around barefoot in a muscle shirt and shorts, but will put on sandals if the dress code requires such. His fingernails, and toenails, come to clean, sharp points quite naturally.
Bio:
Mutt's parents were both Werewolves, and top notch ones at that. His family line on his fathers side is famous for mastering the "Partial Transformation." When he was younger, him and his parents were close, especially his father. They would run off chassing the sun set at impossible speeds, with their fur/hair tangling in the wind, for hours and hours. They never enrolled him in school, simply because they knew the other children wouldnt be accepting of a werewolf. They learnt that lesson for him by themselves.
Unfortunately, when Mutt was still young, his father was killed. He never learnt why, or how, or even by who, but somehow mutt knew he was killed. A few months after, his mother died of disease. This didnt stop mutt though. He went to public school, in hopes to honor his parents, accelling in the few years he spent there. Other students learnt he was a wolf in only a short amount of time, and that he was an orphan who lived in the forest and hunted after school. The Nickname mutt started as an insult, but Mutt quite enjoyed it, and gladly took it on, replacing his original name. "im a mutt. I clean my coat, i live under the stars, and i chase sunsets. Its fitting." He would always tel people who tried to insult him.
After he turned 16 he learnt of a strange ability that he assumed he got from his fathers side. He could control the earth! Well that was all the reason he had to apply to a school for magic! After he was accepted, he set off on foot, to pursue his new education. Little did he realize it was a half world away, which is why he arrived a litle late in the school year. None the less, he is open for new experiences, and to learn about his power, and possibly about his heritage. After all, his parents never told him where WEREWOLVES come from, only babie and other stuff that never truly caught his interest. Hey if he is lucky, he might find some Silverfang family trophies in their halls. With his father, Mutt wouldnt be the least surprised.

Magic

• Begining: earth, werewolf transfomation.


• growth potential:(mostly because i was indecisive haha!)shows signs to possibly learn electric


• the power of friendship and love, the likes of which can compare to any magic

Room:
Will take 8 alone, but this bug guy likes to share a room, and cozy up by the door. He dosnt take much space, so id like to share a room. (Any in room interactions, such as log sensless conversations, me and my roomate will take to pm.)

Name
Tira Mild

Age
17

Gender
Female

Personality
Tirah (Tē Ruh) is friendly, and helpfull, but refuses help usually. Even when failure is inevitable, she WILL NOT back down until she is successfull, and because of this, often over exerts herself. Not that it takes mch, since she fatigues easily, and isnt as mentally strong as she would like to think. She always seems to have something to prove, primarily that she could take care of herself. Her motto for life is "Im a big girl now, and i can take care of myself if i darn well please!" One good thing is, you never have to wounder if she is tryig her hardest, because for her, if it dosnt take 100% effort, and than some, its not worth doing. She seems fragile overall, and not very stable mentally. That wont stop her though, because there is a fire in her eyes, that he lets burn, and a scream in her voice, that she demands to be heard.

Picture
(Ill have to post a picture later, because i need to draw it. Im no artist, but i hand sketch all my characters pictures.) Tirah stands at 5'2 1/2 and weighs in at just under 100 lbs. She has green eyes, and light brown hair, that is always neatly combed and kempt, and cut to exactly shoulder length. She often will put her hair up on a bun, with a single lock of hair hanging from her bangs. She wears light makeup, when she gets the privilege of applying it, and tries to not go crazy with it. She is pale, and EXTREMELY thin. A cheeseburger and sunlight couldnt hurt her right? She wears lots of reds, as the base for almost every outfit, accompanied by black, gold, or white. Her favorite outfit consist of a light red and white lace jacket, with only one long sleeve, a black undershiry that cuts off above her belly button, red shorts with white trim, and white sandas that criss cross up her ankle. She also often wears very light, red fingerless gloves, to protect her sensitive hands from unnecissary friction.

Room
She is a big girl and would like room 8 to herself to prove she dosnt need a roomate to take care of her.

Bio
Tirah's story of trying to prove herself begins from birth. She was born prematurely to a smoking mother, without functioning lungs, and a struggling heart. She came out fighting, and survived her first near death experience. In school, her doctor requested her to sit down during recess, and not partake in pe. She of coarse didnt listen, and broke her frail arms (yes both of them) by the end of the first grade, trying to play with other children. Since she couldnt be as active as most children, he teachers encouraged her to mind her studies, and enjoy books. She was reading the inferno, the raven, and similar works before she left the 2nd grade, proving to herself and her teachers that she was capable of intellect. Getting into the honora program was a difficult task, but she succeded.
By 6th grade, she found herself subject to cruel treatment from other students. She developed a comdition that caused her to bleed and bruise easily, and students liked to poke at her and watch her pale skin change colors. Due to stress, and her heart conditions, she had had her forst heart attack before middle school. Highschool wasnt much better. She suffered in an abusive relationship for some time, and only broke up with the male to prove to everybody else that she didnt need him. She spent most noghts crying herself to sleep while clinging to the family mastif, who died her junior year. During her countless sleepless nights, she would sit in the back yard by her beloved pets grave, pushin the soft dirt back and forth. By observing the moles in her back yard, she learned to control the earth, a power that supported her urge to support herself, which in the end gave her new hope in life.
Well, some smart alec had pointed out "Dont you need your parents?" When she said she take care of herself. So she applied to a school for magicians like herself, eager to prove herself some more. She had a hard enough time getting her suitcase in the taxi though! Her last words before getting in the car to take her to this strange new place: "Just watch! I can do this BY MY SELF!" And then she slammed the car door and demanded the driver take her away from the sneering and snickering faces behind her. A purely mortified look crossed her face when realized she had left her picture of her dog, and her favorite books behind. Another heart attack struck the poor girl, and the taxi driver rushed her to the hospital, rather than the academy, hence why she is a little late. She fully intends to not just catch up, but accelerate ahead of her fellow students.

Magic
Earth, as contradictory as it may seem to her frailty, it matches her iron will.