「 ❤ "Dude, it's just like...where are we? Y'know?" 」



Name → Samantha Goldhill
Nicknames → Sam, Sammy
Age → 17
Birthdate → 06-20-2000
Height/weight → 5'4, 120 lbs

. Sleepy . Goofball . Sentimental . Storyteller . Spiritual . Distracted .

A perpetually tired young woman who somehow manages to be a bundle of sunshine nonetheless. Though there might not be a smile on her lips, there's always one in her eyes. She's never afraid to bare her god damn soul to the entire world. Sammy usually doesn't raise her voice or get into arguments. She's quiet, but by no means shy or introverted. Sam can probably get along with just about anyone, as long as they aren't like, straight up evil.

Sam is either tired or fully involved and attentive. Sometimes even both. This inconsistency usually means her grades are slipping. She doesn't really sleep, she only takes long naps.

Prone to pseudo-meaningfull proverbs about the universe. Sam wants to get to know everyone. She has a bizarre wisdom about her and a trustworthyness. She loves art and the simple things in life. Sometimes her thoughts can get a bit scrambled and she becomes noticeably more distant and forgetful. Usually she sorts her thoughts out in a journal. It's locked, and she has multiple keys for the diary.

. Dreaming . Humanity . Nature .
. First impressions . Close-mindedness . Arguments .
. Smoker . Dances to music only she can hear . Not afraid .

Spells → Sparks- Sammy cracks her knuckles and her hands spark. She's granted the strength of ten men. Her strikes can have an explosive quality. Time to focus.

Permanent Fixture- Sam grinds her heel into the dirt and becomes as durable as steel. Flames dance behind her eyes and she becomes hot to the touch. She's not tired anymore.

Firebreak- Sammy can absorb and put out fire that is near her instantly. Doing so increases her strength. This fire can also be let loose out of her body at a short range, but considerable velocity. The fire she absorbs is let off as steam over time. The more fire she's absorbed the more effective her other abilities become.

Weaknesses → As well as having to activate her powers with brief hand actions, the more she uses them, her mental health can deteriorate. It's not a linear progression, she can operate at full power for a decent amount of time. But eventually she starts to slip. Until she gets some rest she can become increasingly forgetful and tired until she becomes essentially useless. Before that happens there's also a brief period of time where she becomes a little too hyperactive.

One Vice- Sammy doesn't think she's addicted to cigarettes. She is.

TRIVIA → Sam lives with her single hippy father, Lance, in a little house on the outskirts of town. Growing up poor, Sam's used to turning boredom into entertainment. Her mother passed away when she was little. She picked up the smoking habit when she was 15. She tries only to smoke in nature, and usually when she's alone. She always takes care to discard them carefully.

Sammy walks around town frequently by herself. At day or in the middle of the night, schoolday or weekend. Around the outskirts. She peeks into buildings she's not really supposed to be in. Whenever she can afford it, she's a regular at The Sunflower, a cozy little coffee shop. Coffee can keep her up when she wants to be up, and she likes doing it more than smoking.

Patches up her own clothes when they get damaged, likes to wear baggy stuff and jackets. More pockets the better. Takes her shoes off constantly, especially when she gets near the beach.

"Hey, so have you heard of that coffee shop that recently opened up? No? Well, we should totally ditch and go get some. Best iced coffee I've had this year."



Nicknames → None
Age → 17
Birthdate → October 13th
Height/weight → 5’2” / 112 lbs



Stormy is a bit of a wild card. She loves playing music, sticking to the genres of rock and metal, but loves pastel colors. Can come off as pretty serious, but loves to make people laugh with her stories (of a sometimes grandiose nature). Thing about it is, it's hard to tell with her most days. But she's a fast and loyal friend to anyone willing to stick with her. And past that tough exterior is just a person looking to find their way in the world, same as anyone else. She just gets distracted. Easily, too.

Likes → Bad B-Movies. Thunderstorms. Various types of music. Coffee.
Dislikes → Hot and humid days. Cheesy pick-up lines. Sweets. Buzzkills.
Quirks → Overly energetic. Talks a lot with a lot of topic swapping mid-sentence. Likes to play fast and loose with the rules.

Spells →

The ability to harness sound, and in conjunction music, to varying degrees and with varying abilities behind it. The main use, and with a very technical breakdown, is the ability to vibrate the air molecules around the caster to match certain wavelengths and frequencies.


With her control over sound, or as Stormy refers to it as anyway, she can use a variety of means to channel her magic. Her favorite way? Her drums. With the beat of music being her life almost, she’ll play away without a care in the world. But, her powers manifest as she plays. From being able to inspire those around her (usually used to help rile up a crowd as her and her bandmates play) with what she does to rapid fire explosions of sound to strike her enemies.


Now, an ability she has because of her control over sound: Her voice can hypnotise. Her voice, when she applies herself, can be used to take an almost hypnotic quality like the Sirens of eld. She can, with enough time and pressure, get people to do what she wants. How she didn’t just escape detention is anyone’s guess.

Weaknesses

Control → Or, should we say, lack thereof. As with her personality, she's a wild card. Sometimes she can manifest it at will, but most of the times it's based entirely on her emotions and mental state. If she's full into one of her shows with her band? Nine times out of ten it'll manifest. If she's calm, or in a rush? Yeah, not happening.

Anger Management → She's really quick to anger, which is problematic. How she ended up in detention, along with being a bit of a rule breaker. She's easily riled over certain topics, and one of those is people attacking her friends or her interests. She also, if one can't tell, doesn't exactly fit in with the normal crowds, after all, and openly hates the cliquey types just based on her own personal principals.

TRIVIA

Not really much to know about her, if one were to look her over. Decent home, decent parents, decent life... boring town. She didn't exactly live in the area when she was born or even grew up. Her parents moved to the city earlier in the year due to her father getting a new, well-paying job. She lost all of her old friends, and it was by pure chance that she ended up at the boarding school itself. She didn't know why, but as her parents were busy looking for a school to enroll Stormy into, the headmistress of Arcadia came a knocking. A talk, and a test, later and she was enrolled.

She was quick to find her group of friends who later became her bandmates. It was during one of these shows that she discovered she had more than a simple talent for music, as she noticed the crowd that was there started to cheer louder, harder than ever before. It was later, her in the band room practicing for her next set when they fully manifested in more than just a coincidental fashion: She almost blew a hole into another instrument. She could see the vibrations in the air, feel it in her bones. And then she found out what Arcadia was actually for. And it was this same incident (and the fact she was skipping class to play) that landed her in detention in the first place.

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「 💜 “Sometimes life is a little hard, it’s good to take a break okay?” 💜」



Name → (Keegan Clarey)
Nicknames → Kee, K
Age → (18)
Birthdate → 11/3
Height/weight → 5’7, 167 lbs

💕 Laid Back 💕 Mom Friend 💕 Tired 💕 Calmly Passionate 💕 Humble 💕 Poetic 💕 Optimistic

Keegan came from a large family of five in which she was the oldest sibling. Since she was a kid she was the reliable one, helping with her siblings to the point she became a mom to them rather than a sibling. Her mom was gone constantly working to keep up with the endless bills. Her dad was deployed and sent money but of course it was never enough. Since both were absent it was easy for her to step up, if she wanted to or not. As a result she always has some remaining dark circles and a now almost crippling addiction to straight black coffee. She has a silent drive to make sure anyone placed around her succeeds. Keegan gets emotionally invested in her friends in family and is quick to take a liking to people.

Helping is a default and it hits to a weak point for her. She fiercely loves her people and she would do anything for them.

The love she has for her friends pours over into her hobbies which include oil painting and writing. She views the world as one large inspiration. Education wise she manages to pass by, just by the grace of whatever she was naturally gifted. She almost never has time for herself at home to study and in her free time she prefers to be out with her friends instead. Hard to find time to take care of yourself when you're constantly worrying about others.

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ʟɪᴋᴇs 💜: Tiramisu, The bustle and background noise of a busy street, gardening, mint and lavender tea, any tea in general, caffeine, soft color pallets
. ᴅɪsʟɪᴋᴇs : Avocado, Bugs, Cleaning; especially dishes, Being called KeeKee
. ǫᴜɪʀᴋs : -She will silently paint in the air with her finger, completely getting distracted
- Her yawns are very high pitched, so she sounds like a small mouse. It tends to concern or confuse people
-When she is frustrated, Kee tends to scrunch her nose subconsciously
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Spells →
~Sweet Sounds~
-Keegan weaves a series of enthralling words, enchanting the person they are directed at. For a duration the target will be under a spell, ready to follow Keegan’s commands. Will end if asked to do something that causes harm to others or itself. If the target is harmed in any way the target comes back to its senses.
Sub Spell: Cunning Buff
-In the same sense that her words can charm others, she can also use her words to buff her teammates. Depending on her mood and words she can provide health buffs, physical buffs or spell buffs.

~False Painting~
-Illusions appear in the shape of whatever Keegan wills them too. They hold no physical form but appear lifelike to whoever it’s directed at. This can include mimicking people, herself, items etc. Useful as a support item, or intimidation tactic.

~Realistic Sketches~
-As a novice currently at this spell, Kee is unable to summon forth big items. However, using whatever she can as a canvas (herself or a sketchbook) she can ink a drawing that she can pull forth, bringing it into reality. As she gets stronger she would be able to summon up basic weapons etc.
Weaknesses → “Don’t rush an artist guys, drawings take time!” (Super slow at summoning forth items using her Realistic Sketches spell)
“Ugh I’ve hit a huge block..” (Spelled with an artistic block, the longer the battle goes on the less ideas Kee has. Eventually she will tire out and not be sure what to do or help)

TRIVIA →

💕 Coffee has no effect on Kee, espresso and monsters are the only thing she can rely on
💕 Her right ear is half deaf due to her having Bell’s palsy and thus she constantly asks people to speak up for her.
💕She runs a semi popular art blog called “No Art No Chill” Half of the posts are about never having time to draw which seems to be extremely relatable to all of her audience.
💕Of her five siblings there are four girls and one boy.
💕Her dad will ship back different treats and foods back from the places he’s stationed in. Her favorite are the Korean cola treats he sends back.
💕She is bisexual and really really likes very soft cutesy girls. She’s a hopeless romantic really and isn’t afraid to show it especially in her art.
💕Her dad raised her on heavy metal, scream and hair metal bands
💕 She prefers classical painting but with all of her siblings she’s surprisingly good at face painting. Especially unicorns which are a fan favorite in the Clarey household.