@Nanashi Ninanai

I don't mind, but remember that Scio is still working on the current system so all of this could be overhauled whenever he finalizes that. Also note that I don't know a thing about the laws of magic in this world, so all suggestions and opinions are coming out of my ass.

But if you want my opinion on your ability:

Haha, are you kidding? You have the equivalent of small-radius teleportation. Generally, that's OP. That your limiter is in the medium used to teleport just makes it fair. I believe Scio put it best when he mentioned that simplicity is beauty. Besides, we're all going to "level up" and gain new abilities at some later point, so I don't think yours is narrow at all. Rather, it's just right.

Still, Scio did ask you to hold off on making the ability for a reason, so be prepared for anything.

Tavani "Tav" Feracho [+]

Name: Tavani "Tav" Feracho

Age: 16

Appearance:


Personality: Tav is what you'd call a....constant complainer. Usually getting annoyed by almost anything when it involving him. Lazy and wishing to do whatever he wants whenever he wants, Tav has a hard time with authority but usually nine times out of ten, he'll be obedient but will not hold out on bitching and moaning about it. This came from growing up in a house hold of 6 children, being the second to last child. Most of his older siblings along with the parents and younger sister used to bully and boss him around, so, he's developed an attitude believing everything around him sucks. Despite all of this, Tav is still capable of becoming friends with others, find humor, cooperate, and step up to a challenge when presented one.

He loves Italian and sea food, pastries, girls (When they're not giving him problems), and turtles. He hates being bossed around, bullying, his siblings, and not being significant. If there were truly a wish he'd like to come true, that would be to have absolute freedom to do as he pleases when he finish school.

History: Tavani was born into a family of Somali descent, 1 daughter and 3 sons, later having another sister born after him. Throughout his childhood, Tavani never really had recognition except for being pushed around by his brothers and almost being an afterthought to his parents. There was nothing particularly interesting about him at first, just average all the way around. He worked in the family business of fishery but wanted to get more involved in the occupation his brothers were involved in, being that of crime.

Being considered weak by his brothers, he was usually the "Do Boy" to supposedly earn his place by his brothers side. Unfortunately he was subjected to abuse, bullying and such. His parent constantly felt that he was nothing more than a lazy winy child that needed to grow up. But....there was an incident or two that led Tavani to discover his slight potential.

When Tavani was 14, he joined his brothers on a "deal" to gain products so to make money and establish themselves in the underworld. The deal went sour when his brothers, who despite being seemingly bad ass, were nothing more but fake asses who were threatened by a drug lord who had a particular creature on his side that he sent after him and his brothers. This creature happened to be some huge elephant hybrid that possessed incredible strength. His brother left him to deal with the elephant man himself, not even bothering to make sure he was with them to escape. The drug lord wanted some entertainment, escorting Tavani into what he called the pit where he'd fight to the death against this elephant man, that the drug lord explained is a being that uses magic to take the form he's in.

As the fight started, Tavani mostly ran until he took a hit, being cornered looking death in the eyes as he needed to survive to gain his freedom, according to the drug lord. As he was about to get killed, Tavani closed his eyes and threw a punch that ended up slamming the elephant man through the wall, causing Tavani to open his eyes and notice his elongated arm that formed into a giant fist he was pulling out of the wall. The elephant man, laid out, recovered to try and attack again and from the surprise of the drug lord's men, this kid awakened his magic. Once the elephant man attacked again, Tavani wasn't sure how his armed transformed but he tried again uncertain that he could do it again but from the adrenaline, he managed to once more as the fight continued on eventually and incidentally winning the fight.

Tavani found a place with the drug lord and his men, still having ties with his family but still getting mistreated. For the next two years, Tavani have tried to understand what his power was. Between those two years, Tavani found himself passed out in a destroyed town were a war between the military and Somali pirates took place and Tavani was the only survivor. His eldest sibling, his sister, found him after finding out about his dealings with the underworld and the power he uses. She was in town and told him that he ended the war while at the same time, destroyed the place...becoming a monster...that was the best thing she could describe seeing him as and with him not remembering, he needed to learn control.

Skills: He's an expert swimmer and a good cook regarding sea food. From the beatings and tough treatment he's gone through, he has a bit of pain tolerance and have become an experienced freestyle fighter.

Abilities:
Tavani has an Henkei-Class ability called Titan Mode, An ability to allow the user to enlarge their body to gargantuan proportions. In addition, it can also be employed on selective parts of the user's body, elongating them and making it look like the user possesses elastic properties of sort, coming in as a very versatile Magic. When the user employs their complete titan form, their muscles bulge in size and their outer appearance can change drastically. This ability grants the user immense enhanced strength and durability. Unfortunately, when Tavani goes into full titan mode, he looses mind and control over his power and basically the power controls him, making him go on a rampage.

When enlarging selected parts of his body, he can maintain the size anywhere from 3-8 seconds. He usually have to wait 5-10 seconds between attacks. Overuse can cause straining on his body. Besides losing control and his mind in full titan mode, he won't remember what happened but it severely fatigues him after use and keeps him out of commission and unable to move for hours.

Full Titan Mode [+]

Inventory: a necklace he wears (on the pic) that's considered a good luck charm.

@Scio

Feel free to skim through most of this, the more immediately relevant portions are framed with ~ ~
I hope I'm Accepted, and look forward to the possibility of roleplaying with you.

Nihiri Suto Rakkan [+]

~Nihiri Suto Rakkan~

~18~

~ In addition, on the inside of both arms he has a singular long, wide scar from his wrist to his elbow ~

~Personality~

Nihiri is, most simply put, an Oxymoron.
Despite being Existentially Nihilistic, Nihiri is quite positive, and carries a mentality and philosophy that he isn't quite capable of placing into words. He believes existence to be insignificant, but not without personal value. His personal ideology is formed by his life-long depression combined with his refusal to give in to aforementioned Illness. It's product being a humble, content personality. He is rarely aggravated due to his immense sympathy of other's perspective, and often provides encouragement in a method much different from others. Aside from his strange perspective, he is deeply loyal to people he develops relationships with, and often crosses his own moral boundaries for their sake. He strives continuously to be supportive of those around him, and his ability to offer constructive criticism has lead him to become a social Father Figure, capable of giving advice and guidance without hostility to those who ignore it. Most simply, he is a man of enormous understanding and patience, forever determined to be a pillar of support.

~History~

Nihiri was born by a single mother in a small farming Town, one with less than two hundred inhabitants that believed strongly in creating a unified community. Every face was familiar and friendly, but none more so than that of his grandfather. His grandfather had been drafted into a Naval Battle at 19, and was Employed as a Mechanic during his first tour, and a chef during his second. With the skills he acquired during his service, he became a Pillar of his community, happy to lend a helping hand without needing to be asked. Nihiri showed little interest in Mechanics, so his grandfather passed his amazing culinary skills to him, and he excelled. At the age of 10, he was regarded as one of the best cooks in Japan, albeit only by his fellow villagers. His Grandfather was the only Father he ever knew, and he was devastated when he learned his mother had decided to move to a larger city, hours away.
The drastic change in Nihiri's life paved the way for his depression to grow, and at the age of Twelve he had become so deeply influenced that he began to see therapists, none of whom could help an angry child that refused to acknowledge his emotions. His Mother soon stopped the appointments, as she couldn't afford a service Nihiri refused, and soon became so busy with work that Nihiri rarely saw her for more than a few hours a week. The isolation only furthered the progress of his Depression, and he began to eat less and less, becoming very pale and sickly. After two years, his depression took a drastically aggressive turn, and he began to self-harm to bring relief to the turmoil he felt. At the age of 14, and after three prior hospitalizations, he attempted a suicide that was so drastic it nearly killed him, and had he not been flown to a much larger hospital, it would have been lethal. Due to the severity of his attempt, he was admitted to a long term-facility that he would have remained in for two years, had his Grandfather not appeared to assist with his recovery. With the Help and Encouragement of his Grandfather, Nihiri was treated and kept for observation for less than a month, and completely reversed his Illness.
After a year, things returned to normal, and Nihiri began to develop an affinity for supporting and helping people of all walks of life, regardless of their influence on him. Having finally achieved a comfort in his past, he began to wear his arms openly, no longer ashamed of the large vertical scars up his arms. Soon after, he began to have episodes in which he would feel a hot, excruciating pain on the length of the scar. He saw multiple Doctors to try and assess the cause, each as confused as the last, until in an urge of desperation, he visited an acclaimed witch doctor on his own, without his mother or family knowing. The Witch Doctor knew what was happening to him the moment she touched his scars, and told him to focus on the pain exclusively, to silence everything surrounding him until he was one with the pain. When he did so, his scars turned a dark black that spread across his forearms and up onto his hands, forming long, sharp claws over his fingers. He watched in horror as it spread past his elbows, covering the entirety of his arms in dark, obsidian like metal, with an electric blue pulsating from the spaces between. By the age of 17, he had learned how to summon forth his magic, and how to dispel it, but believed he had yet to achieve even a tenth of the power it granted him.

~Skills~

Nihiri's perspective and experience has granted him an understanding of how to de-escalate hostile situations. He also has retained and grown in his Culinary Expertise, and has become capable of creating incredible meals.

~Abilities~

Henkei-class
~Demon Arms: (Inspiration/Visual Aid) When he summons his arms, he is granted an extreme increase in his Stamina, Strength, and Speed. The magic used for his arms is much like a Muscle, over-usage tires him exponentially, but the more he uses them, the stronger his magic becomes.~

~Inventory~

~ A single Black-Ink Pen
~An Old, Worn Zippo with a man Fishing carved onto it's case that belonged to his Grandfather~
~A small, black, leather bound Memo book he keeps in his Back Left Pocket~
~A Black Cigarette Case filled with unfiltered cigarettes and a matchbook that he keeps in his back right Pocket.~

Alais "Alice" Méténier [+]

Name: Alais Méténier (usually called Alice)
Age: 18
Appearance:

Looking more like a girl in her early teens, and with how she acts when she gets carried away, it's pretty accurate to portray her. The purple eyes are just the color of her contact lenses, though they turn to red when she uses her ability.

Personality:
Her appearance gives off the semi-accurate vibe of her being a shy and quiet loner-type that usually doesn’t force herself into interaction that much, mainly due to her being somewhat socially awkward due to her sheltered life. She’s quite friendly otherwise, but at times she can come off as selfish or a jerk, mainly since she rarely put herself to think about seeing things from others’ perspective. Treats her thoughts and opinions as fact, and often goes into assumption that others agree with her even if it’s not the case.

She’s quite hard to anger, and rarely says anything in a hostile manner, even words that would be seen as personal attack to others. She can be easily annoyed though, and while she's not often in a confrontational mood, she usually shows her annoyance in a more indirect way, either being passive aggressive, or attempting to one-up someone out of spite. Treats herself as the protagonist of her world’s story, and somewhat expects the world to follow suit. Her attempts on writing a novel are a proof of this, having herself as the protagonist and a paragon of virtues to a laughable extent, and she sees it as reasonable for the story, since it fits her image on how it should be.

Also, this also usually have her be somewhat of a drama queen when the situation calls for it, because she believes that it's appropriate. As much as she is obnoxious once people get to know her though, she's still kind and reasonable to some degrees, and she does have doubts on whether acting like this really does her any good. It's simply that for now, she still believes herself to be infallible and refuses to feel any doubt about that "fact".

History:
Alais never really had much idea on what her parent did for a living. The most that she knew were how often they moved from one country to another, so often that she was barely taught her mother language. She rarely interacted with her parents outside of weekdays either. Though, even now she didn’t see it as important. She knew that they’re rich, and probably not from doing something illegal. All of this at the very least gave a figurative distance between her and her parents.

She never went into formal school either. She was mostly homeschooled, and other than the kids from her neighborhood she usually (attempted) to play with, most of her interactions with others were from chatrooms and internet forums. With only distant people she couldn’t see face to face as her company growing up, it dampened her ability to socialize to some degree. Of course, living a life of comfort in what was effectively isolation would end up being quite boring, so she spent a lot of her time finding miscellaneous activities to do, while imagining how she’s actually a far more important person than she currently was who were just waiting for the chance to escape her boring life.

One day, she was dissatisfied with how a novel she was a fan of ended, and that made her to decide that she’s going to write a better novel with a better ending, as a proof to her belief that even she could write a better novel than what she read. She finished up a draft after a month, and sent it to a publisher who almost immediately rejected it. There were a lot of critiques on it although Alais believed most of those critiques were false or misattributed except one: how her writing was not based on reality in any way. That one was the push she needed to start going outside to start observing how life really was.

She sneaked out of her house periodically, hung out in public places like parks and malls on her lonesome while taking notes of how people behave, and interesting events that could be used as a story idea. However, one day, wandering around without much idea on how the world worked ended up with her getting cornered by several thugs on an alley. She had some idea on what probably could happen, however that wasn’t on her mind as she was busy criticizing the thugs out of annoyance. It didn’t improve her situation despite her feeling that she won the argument, and she was backed into the wall…and the next thing she remembered was waking up on top of a building not long after.

That time, her power was awakened, and that fueled her belief that she was some sort of a chosen one with a taboo power after she experimented a bit more on it. She decided to change her story title to reflect the fact. Her writing became more self-absorbed and self-praising than before, and when she received the invitation letter from Jasper two months later, her ego reached critical mass for a moment. Extraordinary and special would be how she’d describe herself, and the letter acknowledging it was the proof she needed to support that image of hers. And she’s joining one of those magic academies like on the stories too. Alais were off to a good start.

And so, just three or so months after she awakened her power, Alais left her home. With how little she regarded her parents, she only left a note to tell them that she’s leaving, and changed most of her contact information so they wouldn’t bother her.

Her story starts now.

Skills:
She is quite great at cooking. Being left in home a lot of time and left with a maid whose cooking she disliked, she ended up spending her time learning to cook, both so she could eat something she like and so she can show off to the maid that even she could cook better than her. She’s also tech-savvy, and she’s good at reading and paying attention to get information she needs, although it’s dampened somewhat with her tendency to take her own conclusion and sticking to it stubbornly.

Abilities:

~Window of the World~

Her awakened Hatsudo-class ability complements her wish to go anywhere without being bound by anything, manifesting as an opening which leads to a designated place that she can make on any solid inorganic surfaces with a touch. Anyone can pass through them, although once she pass through any of them, the opening will immediately collapse. Due to her ability still being weak and recently awakened, the amount of times she can make an opening and how far can she make the destination location are quite limited. The opening can come in many sizes, but at most she can only make one that is big enough for a motorcycle to pass through.

As a sub function, she can make an opening that leads to nowhere and use it as an easily accessible storage. It cannot contain much, and it’s almost full with her personal belongings right now.

Inventory:
Notebook (as in the computer), pen and notebook, smartphone, many piles of spare clothing, personal hygiene, a knife.

I got too carried away with her bio, but hopefully she's fine.

Also decided to put up her ability in the end so I can do her bio, but if necessary, I can change it to something else.

Oh, so many people. Let's give this one a try, then.

Layla Putt [+]

Name: Layla Putt

Age: 14

Appearance [+]

Personality: Impulsive, unshakable, and spectacularly blunt, Layla may very well win the award for world's smallest bulldozer. She's a well-intentioned but irritating sort of person who gets through life by being as persistent as humanly possible. She has a bad tendency to make light of other people's problems- after all, when molehills are mountains, mountains don't seem all that bad. Understandably, many people find her obnoxious. That being said, she's still a basically good person at heart and will go to ridiculous lengths to help a friend in need. In spite of her insistence on helping others, she has an extremely hard time accepting help herself.

History: As far as anyone is aware, Layla has no mother or father. Found in a flowerbed as a baby, she raised in an orphanage. She spent most of her early life struggling with her small size, giving birth to a fiercely independent and fiery demeanor. Determined not to make trouble for anyone, she refused any form help from others. This led to a lot of alienation and she failed to make very many friends during elementary school. Through middle school, her bluntness and small size made her an obvious target for bullying. She did her best to soldier through things with hard work and guts, but there's only so much a positive attitude can do. When they received the letter, the matron was against it, worried for Layla's safety. Layla, not wanting to be a burden on her family any longer, insisted on going.

Skills: Sewing, getting along with animals, coping with daily life while 6 inches tall, sneaking around

Abilities: Thumbelina; Layla is approximately six inches tall. In spite of this, she possesses disproportionate strength, equivalent to that of a full-size human. She's just as loud as a full-size human, too.

Inventory: Trusty Sewing Needle, Trusty Measuring Tape, Trusty Trained Hawk, Shoebox of Mystery

Yo, place looks interesting. Decided to write up a profile. Although given the magic changes here, I'm not sure how to classify this guy's abilities, if they're acceptable at all.

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Hider [+]

Name: Subhash Bun (文源言)
Age: 17
Appearance:


Personality: Subhash is a man who is seemingly always in a state of smiling, nonchalant geniality, a personality trait that makes him almost quite enigmatic (a rather nice little descriptor that tickles his fancy more than either "eccentric" or "mysterious"). He's pretty cheerfully serene most of the time, rarely giving off any tells for any other emotion he could be feeling at any moment, much preferring to just keep on smiling politely (it also really helps with ass-kissing if he needs to do so). Of course, this doesn't stop him from being very involved with other people and their emotions; he finds humans oh-so-very-interesting, and embarrassingly (well, he says so at least) enough for him, he's a mischievous dude who's a bit fond of lightly teasing others, finding some measure of satisfaction in poking those who aren't really that happy contacting his long, pale fingers. He's very much an independent young fellow, with each undertaken action more or less serving his own desires and purposes.

That's probably why, despite a general lack of interest from others, Subhash has a tendency to descend into filibusters on all sorts of strange and varied topics, perpetually crafting monologues upon monologues on the nature of life, the universe and everything, even if their triggers were the most mundane of things. It seems as if he's quite a fan of his own, prodigious talking skills, so it isn't too rare for him to just start talking even when you don't want him to. Of course, that doesn't mean that everything he says is accurate or even representative of his own beliefs; they are equally as likely to be really long-winded jokes or complete and utter bullshit (he's gotten a hang of this entire lying shebang). Peppered as they are with wild hand gestures, slips into different languages and strange turns of phrase and overly irregular metaphors, you really have to wonder if he takes himself seriously with those speeches.

He particularly care much for personal space either, and can be rather "in-your-face" at times. Given his fondness for songs, casual teasing and, from to time, a bit of drama, catching his interest isn't really something the less touchy-feely folks should do. He enjoys amateur philosophy, etymology and long walks on the beach.

History: Despite the Sanskrit origin of one of his given names, Subhash is actually of East Asian descent (although that little tidbit doesn't really explain his fancy hair or non-normative eye colour). Yet it was the presence of this non-native name, however, that assisted him in discovering his powers, as it had promoted in him an interest in the origin and meanings of words (which, as detailed later on, were definitely related to his abilities). As an only child with nothing else to really do (and no siblings to bug), it didn't take long for him to discover that what he said could convey his magic (the only victim was an expensive shrubbery that ended up being set ablaze), doing so pretty early on in his so-far-so-short life. However, he didn't really let the fact that he was some sorta mutant magical abomination get to him, and just lived life doing what he wanted and working towards the goals he sought to achieve. Heading to Four Winds is just another event for him.

Skills: Relatively fit thanks to athletics participation; polyglot; can actually act thanks to theatre classes; he can sew; possible source of wise trivia???; really good on game nights.

Abilities: Phonetics
By speaking out loud and conveying his will through his words, Subhash's magic allows him to add properties to his own body or manifest the energy in some form outside of it. The duration and intensity of these effects tend to correlate with the amount of words spoken, as well as the precise words utilised (as the meaning behind his verbalisations vary), with longer or more detailed words providing a greater effect. However, he is capable of setting "key words" to his magic (and thus reducing the need to speak more) to a maximum of two (eg. "Lightning Kick" could possibly make his kicks hit even harder), and can change them around (although the time required to do so takes a while).

Inventory: Smartphone; voice recorder; large notepad; pens; sunglasses in case of strong sunlight; other necessities.

Hider [+]

Name: Mikhail Suburov-Tachibana

Age: 16
Appearance:


Personality: Mikhail Suburov wants a lot of things, both unselfish and selfish. One is for Magical Beings and Humans to live in harmony, nay, symbiosis, and the other is for a girlfriend or boyfriend; he's not picky. He is aware that for those to happen, he has to have power, and is frustrated at his lack of it, including magically. Then again, he's also the type that tends to rush first without thinking, while believing he's up to whatever the world can throw at him, so it's best that he has no power at first.

He also tends to act as though his life is that of an Anime, taking most of his social cues from things he watches or reads, as well as hides deep insecurities inside, due to his past.

History: Born to a relatively rich Japanese-Russian Couple with magical powers, Mikhail was nevertheless subjected to prejudice because of his ancestry and his parents' abilities, with only his family's wealth saving him from the worst of bullying. It was something he didn't want to remember, and something that left him friendless, dependent only on Anime, Manga, Light Novels, and Videogames for a reason to live. Then, one day, his mother suggested:

"Why don't we just not send you to school? I mean, your father might not like it, but I'm sure that if we confront him with the staggering suicide statistics among schoolchildren, we can convince him to just let you be homeschooled, or allow you to spend your days in the library?"

Mikhail accepted the suggestions gratefully, with open arms, and discovered a subculture of people who avoided school by staying at the public library, unwilling to choose between school or death. There, he found friends among nerdy people like him, people who learned at their own pace, who were more open-minded than the normal student, and had also found a safety valve from the stifling conformity of Japanese society. And in his happiness, he manifested his magical power at dinner with his parents as he was gushing about his friends. And with a smile, they went over and embraced him.

The letter from Four Winds came thereafter, and while Mikhail was hesitant, nay, resistant to going to school again, his parents reassured him that this time, he would be able to defend himself, and that the teachers there won't bully him. And all Mikhail can say was:

"All right, I'll give it a chance, but I'm running away if something bad happens, okay?"

And with that, he went off, to what he hoped was an environment where he can actually learn...

Skills: History, Literature, Kendo, Sabers, and Wrestling/Grappling.

Abilities:

Magical Fundament (1 Kyoka, 1 Hakko): The Magical Fundament is a Hatsudo-class power that starts out weak in the beginning, with obvious flaws, but gets stronger later on. It governs the flow of magical energy in people, places, and things, as well as the composition of said magical energy.

Useful for a variety of functions, it has two weaknesses: 1.) any Henkei or Igyo Magic learned by the user weakens the use of Magical Fundament, 'corrupting' its flow, and 2.) Mikhail's abilities are limited by proximity, target, and time.

Here are the current abilties accessible to Mikhail:

Wellspring - Mikhail radiates a pool of silver-white, faintly glowing liquid around his feet, which, when touched with bare skin, or ingested, provides extra magical energy that allows one to continue fighting longer. Any attempt to collect the fluid into a non-magical bottle or such automatically fails, but magical bottles, aka enchanted containers, can contain it just fine, providing a source of quick energy. Edit: This is not limitless; Mikhail can only manifest as much Mana as his own body weight, and every bit of Mana taken from him makes him more tired. Not merely that, but this power can only be used when Mikhail is standing or sitting still.

Fundamental Siphon - Mikhail can drain magical power from a spell or a person, converting it into silver-white liquid which he can then absorb into himself, weakening either the spell, the person, or even both. Basically, he can suck out the magic from spells and make them ineffective. However, Mikhail can only target one person at a time, at a distance of six - twelve meters around him, and unless he is touching his opponent or his spells, he can only siphon magical power gradually, over a few scenes.

Basically, he can touch a fireball and render it harmless, or weaken an aura, or even absorb a magical sword, but to seriously drain a person without having to wait for hours, he has to touch them. This is bad, as Mikhail is also not immune to mundane weapons like fists, knives, swords, and guns, nor is he immune to telekinetically thrown objects.

Inventory: Clothes, books, school supplies, a bento box, and a Katana and Saber.

@Scio, edited my app; is it okay?

Edit: Also, can I have Henkan and Jumon properties in the future?