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| Full Name |
Amelia III Konrad von Carstein

| Nickname |
Amy

| Birth Date |
22th of August

| Age |
18

| Classification |
Freshmen

| Gender |
Female

| Sexuality |
Hetero

| Alias |
Blood angel

| Role |
Hero

| Loyalty |
Mayweahter

| In Depth Appearance |
By man definitions, Amelia can be called beautiful. She stands a very respectable 5'8" and has a slim figure as body. With nice, flowing locks of sunbathed, blond hairs falling just below her shoulders. She looks at you with very intense, blue eyes who always seem to see straight through you. Her face is generally dominated by soft roundness. She's lean and quite clearly fit without showing too much muscle. But she definitely stays in shape. Down to her body, she is endowed with the characteristic curves of the von Carstein women. As well as her slender body. She has no tattoos but had her ears pierced. Though she doesn't always wear earrings.

She dresses comfortable mostly. Switching between summer dresses and shirts. Her wardrobe is versatile. She has some more revealing outfits, but she chooses to only wear those on a potential date (if she ever gets to go on one). Else nothing what she owns can be called revealing. Though her generous curves still make quite a few people turn their heads.

| Habits | Quirks | Oddities |
- When she's stressed out she bites her nails
- Watches Disney movies obsessively
- Likes to sing along with said Disney movies
- Likes to walk around with red-like grape juice. Making everyone (who know of her 'condition') if it's blood or something else.
- Will ask if everything is okay when she sees a sad person. Even when she doesn't know said person. Especially when she doesn't know that person.
- Doodles EVERYWHERE if she's given the time.

| Hobbies |
- Studying first aid. She wants to be prepared for everything.
- Talking about philosophical stuff until the moon is high.
- Cooking. She's not that good yet but she makes a killer potato soup
- Painting and drawing. She's not good at it, but she doesn't care.

| Likes |
- Soup
- Philosophy
- Smiling
- Jokes
- People helping people
- Soothing songs
- Peace
- Classical music
- Drawn & painted art

| Dislikes |
- Violence in general
- People beating themselves up
- Power-abusers
- Rainy days
- Hip-hop music
- Coldness (actual coldness and cold people both)
- Pizza

| Fears |
- Becoming like her entire family.
- Accidentially killing someone.

| Personality Traits |
- Selfless
- Carring
- Worry-wart
- Pushy
- Helpful
- Happy
- Rather closed off

| Personality |
Amelia is the kind of girl that will usher to your aid no matter what. Are you Delphina? Not a problem. Have you fought with someone? Doesn't matter. It's 2am? Come on in. She's the kind of girl that wants to help others. She's very aware that many call it naive and she won't be able to keep it up. But she doesn't care. She's not stupid. But she just wants to help everyone. Even her enemies. Especially her enemies, because she believes that, on a very deep level, everyone really just wants to help one another. But she will not tolerate being taken advantage of.

This, however, made her grow up in a way that she always puts others before her. While she firmly believes that everyone requires a shoulder to cry on, she also firmly believes that she should not have one. This can be rather dangerous when all the pent up emotions have no where to go. Emotional outbursts often happen when she's alone. Deep down she's a sad girl who, herself wants someone like her in her life.

Outside her aiding others she's a hard worker and a cheery person. Someone who wants to make everyone happy with a joke. She smiles often, bright and true. Mostly because she also believes that smiles and cheeriness is infective.

But be warned. She has a bad side. A side she may unleash not when you hurt her but when you hurt others too much. Her bad side has no problem with harming you. It is, in fact, very willing to do so. Just to teach you a lesson to stop. Obviously, after she slashed you open she'll bandage you up, constantly saying: "I told you not to push it. I told you. See what happened."

| Abilities |
Vampirism
Some call it a condition. And Amilia, for a very long time, did so too. But since she enrolled in Mayweather she found ways to make it work in her advantage. Vampirism at its base offers increased strength, as well as enhanced perception of the world. She hears, smells, tastes and sees better than the average color. She often proves this by dissecting complex aromas and saying just how vivid a landscape looks to her. The increased strength is only borderline superhuman. For example, she's stronger than Gia physically but weaker than Jessica. Further, she can smell and taste the diet of a person in their blood. She won't know if you ate a sausage or a burger, but she'll smell the pig meat. Blood does often smell like well-made food to her. To maintain herself she must drink blood once a month (more about this in limitations). Von Carsteins have since stepped away from straight human feeding. They now largely depend on human blood donations. Though when a Carstein wants to host a lavish party, he/she often brings in a warm-blooded person (and pays for it rather well). When she bites a person to suck his/her blood, her fangs (which are retractable) release certain chemicals in both the victim's blood stream and hers. Making for a powerful thrill they can both enjoy. Lastly, her vampire blood can accelerate healing if administered in small drops. Taking larger quantities (for most humans it starts at 1/4th of a cup) gets you high like a kite. Vampire blood can be a very powerful and thus very dangerous drug.

Elder Lord transformation
Her darkness, her inheritance. Among the vampire community (the actual one) they are a bloodline of Elder Lords. Which means that they can demand an inherit respect from all the other, lesser vampires. Further, they can actually transform into something far more hidious. A humanoid creature with sharp claws on its toes and hands. Their face is rather flat and has bat-like features. On their back, 2 leathery wings spout which can be folded up completely. Making them incredibly strong and can be used as a second pair of very sharp arms. Elder Lords their innate vampire powers are even stronger. Finally, Elder Lords have a rather long life-span. 200 years is the average so far.

| Limitations |
As said, as vampire she must feed off blood. At least once a month she must feed. If not, she'll start to grow weaker. To the point she'll fall into hibernation after 2 months of not feeding. Further, she feels a constant thrill around blood. She must constantly fight the desire to drink from it. The hunger for blood mostly depends on how much blood is nearby and how long she's been exposed to it. Right now she's conditioning herself to not succumb to the hunger as much as she used to. Her vampirism doesn't make her invulnerable either. She can still be shot, stabbed or physically hurt.

The Vampire Lord form is dangerous. The hunger is far more prominent. Those who remain in their Vampire Lord form for too long can no long shift back. They often descend into savagery and a blood hunger that cannot be satisfied. Von Carsteins have been killed by their own kin because of this.

| Place Of Origin |
USA, Oregon

| Family |
Alexander II von Carstein. Father. -No alias-. Vampirism and Vampire Lord.
Konrad IV von Carstein. Oldest brother. Dracul. Vampirism and Vampire Lord.
Marcus III von Carstein. Second-oldest brother. Gheist. Vampirism and Vampire Lord.
Sarah McGrungy. Mother. -No alias-. No powers.

| History |
The story of Amilia began long before her birth. The von Carsteins are a very old, very powerful family. They are wealthy and powerful beyond measure and hold their fair share of darker secrets. Bloodline purity is incredibly important. Therefore, von Carsteins are only allowed to marry whom the elders of the family deem worthy. They can be rather old in their rituals, but they have an incredible hold over many people. When Amilia was born she was the expected female that Sarah had to deliver. After which she finally became a full member of the von Carsteins. The marriage between her and Alexander was not one of love. She admitted that she married for wealth and power first. Von Carsteins generally had no trouble with it. Her genes and womb were suitable and she fulfilled her duty to the letter.

But with the birth of Amelia something stirred in her. She already witnessed how her two sons were being tutored in complex matters at a very young age. Konrad was to be the heir one day. So his great-great grandfather was incredibly tough on him. A slap over disobedience was common. Amelia was spared this cruel way of raising. She was allowed to go to a normal school. In the first few years she had little trouble making friends. But as the years passed on, more and more people began asking questions about her family. On the other side, her father began to think that she was growing up too soft. He took her on hunting trips when she turned 15, but despised the killing. Her great-great grandfather, frail and old now, had berated her several times. Trying to teach her the ways of their family. But she would not have it. Unlike her brothers who were being steamed ready for a cruel world of banks and economics, she rejected it all and started painting.

When she turned 18, her father took her to their ancestral home. A city in Eastern Europe she did not remember the name of. Amilia did not, in fact, follow her father. She wandered off into the city. She stumbled upon a park, where a man with a cart was handing out disposable bowls of soup with a piece of bread. She ended up in line as she got closer, and suddenly got handed a bowl and a piece of bread. Back then she was rather amazed by it. She looked nothing like most other people in the line. Occasionally she saw a tourist among the crowd, but all the other people looked poor. Never the less she accepted the bowl and bread and took her seat on a bench in the park. Sitting in the shade. After the man gave out a bowl to the last person in line, he poured one for himself, grabbed a piece of bread and sat down next to Amilia.

She asked if he was some sort of priest, to which he chuckled and said he wasn’t. He was just a man giving food. Amilia asked why, and the man began to tell his story. He was a veteran from the United States, which explained his knowledge of English in an Eastern-European city. He did two tours and admitted he did some horrible stuff. Amilia didn’t ask if he killed someone, but she was pretty sure he did. He told her that on the last part of his second tour, a crippled dog came up to the camp. Command rules dictate that the animal was to be shot at sight. But when he walked out towards it to take it down, the poor pup walked towards him and started licking his boots.

He had done worse, the claimed. In fact, it wouldn’t have been the first dog he shot. But for some reason, he couldn’t. He could not shoot the helpless animal, as it trusted him enough to lick him. He took it with him, and despite Command’s rules, he was allowed to keep it. A vet checked it for diseases and prescribed the required medicines. A few weeks later the pup was far healthier and could return with him to the US.

Back there the pup had the time of its life. It was always happy and running around. Yet obeyed his orders immediately. Except for not sleeping on the bed. The little dog refused to leave his side, even asleep. Sadly, the poor animal suffered from diseases that had cut is life short. After a year, it died. But while he was sad, he also realized that he gave the animal a few months truly worth living. Since then he vowed to do better with his life. Since then he started to go to random cities on his holidays. Giving out soup and bread to everyone. Tourists, rich people and beggars alike. Because while being cold and strong might give you a high on power, it never lasts and it’s never enough. But seeing the smile on a girl as she tastes his home-made soup, that ignites fire in a heart.

After that talk, he moved to another bench and had a chat with some tourists. Amilia drank her soup and ate her bread in silence, going over the words over and over again. She saw a beggar, a ragged man with little clothes. She gave him her scarf and the man smiled and bowed and held his hands up as if he would pray. The soup-giver was right. Small acts of goodness ignite a fire in one's heart beyond measure. Long had she known that she did not want to do what her father, his father and all the generation of von Carsteins’ did. But now she knew what she would do.

On the plane back from Europe she told her already grumpy father that she wanted to go to Mayweather. The idea was received with an angry grunt. But he did enroll her there. Only when she arrived, though, did she realize that it was fused together with Delphina.

| Extra |
The strict rules of her family prohibit her from consorting with those her family did not approve of. In other words, she can't get a BF her parents won't like. And her parents (especially her father) dislike a great many people.

Vampire Elder Lord shape can be compared with Marcus' form from Underworld.

Loki is still the best!

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| Full Name |
Hugo Norman Moreau

| Nickname |
Hue
Hue-man
Bro
Hue-bro
Brosif

| Birth Date |
April 23rd

| Age |
24

| Classification |
Senior

| Gender |
Male

| Sexuality |
Pansexual

| Alias |
Slipman

| Role |
Hero

| Loyalty |
Mayweather

| In Depth Appearance |
Standing at a slightly shorter 5’8”, weighs 154 lbs. Hugo’s attire consists of jeans, shorts, hawaiian shirts, flannels and drug rugs. He always wears sandals, summer or winter, rain, sleet and snow. He changes his hair style often enough between long and straight to a man-bun, but somehow always manages to grow it out very long in a short amount of time. He’s also often seen wearing different forms of hats from simple beanies and skull caps to wide brimmed hats like fedoras and boonies. He has a tribal tattoo on his shoulder and his right upper ear has a piercing in it.

| Habits | Quirks | Oddities |
He’s always got something in his mouth, whether its a piece of straw that nobody has any idea where its from, or some type of hand rolled joint (usually tobacco in public and weed in private, though he sometimes likes to mix the two into spliffs)
Has an pretty bad short term memory and an extremely terrible long term memory
Carries around a sake jug on his waist, though no one has ever seen him drink from it.

| Hobbies |
Enjoys playing his acoustic guitar, public or private, alone or with an audience. It doesn’t matter to him.
Talking about life, love, philosophy, and everything inbetween
Smoking among friends

| Likes |
Rastafarian lifestyle
Chill, down to earth people
Peace
Love
Drugs
Sex
Music

| Dislikes |
Cruelty
Oppression
People who take themselves too seriously
When people try to force out the past from him
Yelling at him for his forgetfulness

| Fears |
Forgetting about those around him, those closest to him
Forgetting who he is, and changing for the worse

| Personality Traits |
Happy, carefree and loving the moment, yet forgetful and often scratching his head at something that was asked five minutes ago.

| Personality |
Hugo is your typical kind of Rasta, the one that lives in the moment and only for the moment, for that is the best he can remember. His carefree attitude has brought smiles and laughter and joy to those around him, and his kind of attitude can be infectious to the right people. He spends his days lounging in the sun, playing music to himself or those that will hear, and spends his evenings loving those who desire his company and speaking on matter of life, love and the like.

Though he’s made many friends over the years, there are those more ‘suit’ like types that don’t take kindly to his personality. Despite all of this, he’s more than happy to embrace the here and now, and though he can’t remember his past as well others he’s still happy with his life. He knows that eventually, everyone around him is going to hurt him, but in the end, there are plenty of people that are worth suffering for.

| Abilities |
Major: Dimension Hopping - more commonly known as teleportation, Hugo has the ability to go inbetween dimensions to hop from one spot to another.
Minor: Dimension Cutting - Hugo can manipulate certain objects such as his katana to cut a hole in dimensions and have the blade effect slash from one location to another. He can apply his sake jug to to the blade to actually give his cuts a fiery aftereffect.

Non-Powered ability: Has training in the art of Iaido.

| Limitations |
Hugo only has the ability to hop and cut through dimensions that he can clearly and visibly see. If he were to jump through a wall, there is a very strong possibility that he could hop into the wall. Also while he does have the ability to hop objects through dimensions, they have to be touching his person otherwise they will disintegrate into a smoldering flame (You wouldn’t believe how long it took him to just master wearing clothing while hopping through dimensions. The neighbors weren’t too pleased with him).

| Place Of Origin |
Avignon, France

| Family |
If he has a family, he doesn’t remember them

| History |
Hugo’s past and background are shrouded in mystery and shadow, that’s literally because he doesn’t remember it. To him, his memories are just images and pictures, like how he popped up in one place and moved on to another, spoke with one individual only to forget them the very next day, or in a special case how one day he was normal and the next he jumped into his neighbor’s garden, in the nude, with singing flames covering his skin. Despite having visited several different supers with telekinetic abilities, his past alludes even the most powerful. He does remember bits and pieces, but his strongest memories reside with those that cling to his natural lifestyle.

To the best of his ability, Hugo is at least able to recall the moment and his way of life and living it. He remembers that one day he learned the path of the Rasta, to live in the moment, for the past is dead and the future has yet to come, so why not live for now? This is the way he lives his life and thus he began to travel and documented his travels on a map that he holds onto for dear life. Though he doesn’t remember everything from them, he at least knows where he has and hasn’t been. He traveled all across Europe, through the Middle East and through Asia where he believes he learned his training and received his sword from. He briefly spent time in Australia and traversed the oceans to Central America and eventually Jamaica where he felt truly at home with his Rasta brethren.

Though he doesn’t remember why, he did know that he wanted to master more of his super powers and eventually traveled to the United States where he currently resides at Mayweather Academy to continue his training.

| Extra |
Even though teachers have told him not to (not that he remembers), he’s usually seen carrying his katana made from red damascus steel though it's always sheathed unless provoked to draw the blade.
He also carries a rather large travelling backpack at all times with the things that are most important to him, the things he doesn’t want to forget, or at least try to remember.
Nightcrawler is pretty okay I guess