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Position: Headmaster, Combat Teacher (Swordplay) Name: Genevieve "Gray" Elysion. That's Miss Headmaster Elysion to you! Age: Don't ask, it's rude. Race: Half-human, half-angel. Gender: Female. Proficiency/Abilities: Swords, healing magic because of angel bloodline. Her wings are not as strong as they used to be, though. Lives longer than most humans. Bleeds a combination of ichor and blood. Identification: Gray hair in a long, tight braid down her back, some strands of her original honey-golden hair mixed in. Very straight and commanding posture. Retains some youthfulness, but looks like she's lived through a lot. Her golden eyes are by far her most defining trait, as they seem to look right through you. Not the tallest, but wears high heels and her presence is frightening to most. Double-breasted, two-piece suits, slate-gray, with silk gloves. Personality: Think Glynda Goodwitch. Does not show weakness; she can't afford to. Strict, but cares deeply for her students. Backstory: Has seen a lot of suffering, and founded the Academy to raise "warriors for good". Her angel ancestors were dedicated to protecting humanity, but have since died out. It's up to her to carry on those traditions. Other: N/A
Mx. Woloust Even without Seren's four horns stabbing through their hood, their chalk white hair and pale yellow eyes would give them away as demonspawn. When you take away these inhuman features, however, you get a lonely looking child with unkempt hair, and a seemingly permanent pout. At 5'05" Seren's build maintains an average balance of fat and muscle for someone of their height, and their human heritage flushes pink into their otherwise light skin. Upon closer inspection, old bruises and scratches litter their body underneath their oversized hoodie. As such, it is usually gripped tightly around them with its hood pulled down as far as it can go without obstructing their vision.
Position Student First-Year The Academy certainly wasn't Seren's first choice of school, as anyone could tell from a glance. Their older siblings may have had all attended, their eldest sibling a graduate, but it didn't even make the list when Seren was growing up and imagining their future. None of them foresaw quiet, little Seren enrolling into the hot bed of danger that was The Academy, but the future changed. He made it change, and now Seren was forced to change it back. They were the only one who could . . .
Full Name Seren Dellia Woloust "E-excuse me, sorry . . . no nicknames, please. Seren is fine."
Age 15
Race Cambion Half-Demon, Half-Human
The child of an Incubus and a Human woman, Seren did not come into this world by choice. Far from it, the way of Concubi can only be described as insidious. Preying on sleeping humans in dreams, Concubi already cross the threshold of consent. When a human isn't receptive to their seducer's illusionary allure, the demon takes what they want by force; manifesting a physical body, and entering the –still asleep- human's bed. For what arousal the mind has denied, the body cannot as it is an uncontrollable and automatic response. One cannot imagine the horrors Seren's mother went through that night being forced to feed the demon's appetite, and one cannot imagine her state of mind upon discovering she was pregnant.
Gender Agender They/Them/Their/They're/They've
Proficiency / Techniques Oneiric Magic Dream Manipulation Seren can induce, influence, and enter the dreams of others. It begins subtle as Seren wheedles away at their target's alertness, opening them up for further suggestion. The target's constitution is waged against Seren's focus in a battle of timing, attentiveness, and willpower, but the unsuspecting and asleep are Seren's only viable subjects at their current capability. For Seren, their abilities are magnified on sleeping targets, and as Seren sleeps as a gift from their demon half. Illusion Manipulation Currently, this ability is constrained to guises of themselves and small mirages. Seren can make themselves appear more like people from the target's dreams. While their skin, hair, and eye color change, and while Seren has even learned to partially glmaour clothes they're familiar with like their signature hoodie, Seren can never seem to hide their horns. On top of the fact that Seren's illusions only effect their deliberate target, it doesn't for make much of clever disguise as of yet. Outside of looks, Seren has been known to pull small objects from their targets dream into reality as ghostly after-images of what they were once were imagined to be. This takes considerable effort however, and is still only visable to the target and Seren.
Personality ISFJ-T Reserved • Diffident • Sympathetic • Obedient • Courteous Seren can usually be seen with their back straight, standing off to the outskirts of whatever's going on; tugging on their sleeve or wringing their hands, waiting to leave. It's not that Seren is uncomfortable with people, but they're uncomfortable with themselves around people. Always afriad they're being a nuisance, or they've said the wrong thing, Seren is anxious to please and quick to appease for any faux pas they may or may not have made. When a approached, a low and breathy voice responds with haste attentiveness with all the honors the individual is due even in informal settings. Seren is the type of person to hold the door open for an extended amount of people, genuinely listen to a stranger talk about their issues at the drop of a hat, but also the type to mutter apologies to their bully as they lug around both of their belongings while the bully berates Seren with insults. In short, a polite doormat who needs their older siblings around to protect their self-respect for them.
Background
Amanita Laveau Woloust Mother Having raised Seren from an infant, Amanita is the only mother they have ever known. Never hearing the name Dellia growing up, Seren never heard any different, but they could still tell. It was quite obvious from how their mother and all their siblings had deep brown skin and eyes, ebony hair, and the same pronounced features. Seren shared none of these qualities, and their lack of blood relation was only pointed out further when the family would make their anual trip to visit Erik's grave. He was Amanita late husband, and the father of her biological children. Regardless, this did not lessen their bond. Amanita always treated Seren as one of her own, because they were. No if, ands, or buts about it. She fed, clothed, nurtured, and protected them since before Seren had chosen their current name. From back when everyone assumed Seren was a boy –and used a different name for them– to unquestionably supporting them after, Amanita had been there through it all. Her steady hand guided them through their challenges and shaped their morality. Seren was a momma's child, and they wore the fact on their sleeve. It was no secret that they'd cling to their mother all day if she wasn't always pushing them towards independence. She cherished their company, but she also knew they needed time away from home. Besides, it was a bad mother who smothered her children into codependency, and Amanita prided herself on being the best mother she could be for her children. Erika Marie Woloust Eldest Sister As Seren's elder by seven years, Erika remembers a lot about life before Seren came to live with the Wolousts unexpectedly in the night. Her father, for whom she was named after and especially close to, had died only a few years ago, so seeing that little ball of innocence bursting with tears made her heart go out for them. She just had to look out for the poor, defenseless baby who would wake up everynight night crying like clockwork. Till this day she hasn't stopped babying them. Though in all honesty Seren loves the attention, and the two share a special bond. Erika is always the first to make sure they're doing fine in school, if they're making friends, if they need help with anything. The answer is usually "yes," "no," and "Maybe so . . . I mean if it's not too much trouble . . ." respectively, but she can't help but to ask as she fusses over their clothes and hair in the mornings. She's like a second mother, always giving Seren extra attention and encouragement. Erika's also the only one who can make Seren leave their comfort zone by choice. Maeve Cicely Woloust Older Sister As twins, Maeve and Armani were both only the young age of two when Erik had passed, and by five years old they were already stuck together like glue when Seren arrived. Amanita was quick to let Maeve know it was okay to cry, but not okay to scream at her, break things, or hit their older sister, but Maeve didn't listen. Just a toddler, she didn't fully grasp why her mother was reprimanding her, all she wanted to know was why her daddy was gone. In her mind she just happened to be asking loudly, and it was right for her to get angry at anything or anyone reminding her that he was dead, because what was that supposed to mean anyway? When Seren entered the picture Amanita had to divert some of her attention to the new baby. Seizing any opportunity when Aminata was away with Seren, Maeve would sneak away with her brother outside. Erika was no fun always trying to hold and play with Seren, so she and her twin caused havoc in the streets where mommy couldn't see them. Growing up, Maeve found the whiny and timid Seren to be annoying, and let them know regularly. However only she could pick on Seren. When she found out some neighborhood bullies were the reason Seren never wanted to leave the house, she made sure the little punks never even winced in Seren's direction again. From then on, Maeve became Seren's feared defender. She still pushed Seren around whenever they hung out, but she was always there whenever they needed her. This duality can possibly be to blame for the extent of Seren's gratefully submissive side, but what's done is done. Armani Bishop Woloust Older Brother Armani reacted very differently to Erik's death at first. He drew into himself and was quiet. The rare time he made a noise was when he was crying, and when he cried, he cried a lot. Amanita tried to console the toddler, but he would always run away from her hugs; willfully inconsolable. Often he'd hide behind his twin, or she'd come running after him. Maeve didn't have much patience, but she spent it all on Armani. She'd drag her brother around and ask him what he wanted to play. The answer was usually more tears, but she'd keep asking and asking until she'd give up and try again the next time he ran off. However, one day she got fed up with him, and she pushed Armani to the ground. He tackled her back, and from their the three year olds started wrestling, and soon they started laughing. Following their bonding moment, Armani began to actually give Maeve answers when she asked what he wanted to do. The ideas became more and mischievous as Armani discovered how much they liked pranking people. It was the most fun he'd let himself feel since his dad died, and he intended to keep the fun going. One thing led to another, and the twins where thereby dubbed "Trouble Makers." From their mother to teachers to older kids on the playground, Armani and Maeve made a reputation for themselves. Whenever a punishment hindered his plans, he just came up with new ones replete with loopholes and backups in case they were caught. Some of these schemes required more than two people, and so Armani enlisted the help their younger sibling, Seren, who was eager to be liked underneath their shy disposition. Aramni couldn't always make Seren participate willingly as they were a true momma's child at heart, but Armani always had tricks up his sleeve for that as well.
Amanita spoiled her kids with attention, but this is not to say that she raised any brats. Far from it, things were very disciplined in her household. The Woloust kids all had daily jobs to do. Whether it was sweeping, cleaning the dishes, or tending the garden, Amanita made sure to instill in them proper work ethic, and proper manners as well. It was "Yes, Ma'am," "No Ma'am," and speak when spoken to with Amanita, and she would not have any child of hers showing an inch less of respect to any other adult. While she was never overbearing with her punishment, Amanita's firm stance on disobedience taught her children to respect the rules, even if they were unfair. It wasn't a very popular lesson among their siblings, but Seren took it to heart. Beyond being a disciplinarian, Amanita was a very outgoing and an active parent. She made sure to keep them busy, out of trouble as much as she could, and give them the best experiences childhood had to offer. Parks, street-fairs, circuses, and festivals were frequent excursion throughout Seren's life, and Amanita always had somewhere new planned to visit on the holidays. Always shuffling around from place to place, it was surprising that wherever Amanita went someone would recognize her. Some of it was men tipping their hats, women paying her extra compliments, individuals giving her a grateful smile, and many people stopped her on the street to talk as if they were old friends. Though not every onlooker was kind. Ever since Seren was little, they've noticed too many preferred to spit on the ground as she passed, or clutch their religious objects close. This immediately would sour Seren's mood, but Amanita believed in never letting your fear hold you back. She would shower Seren with reassurances and keep on to their destination. Continuing whatever fun they had scheduled for the day like nothing was wrong, but there was something wrong, and this denial of it made Seren a worrier early on. Their siblings, to varying degrees, seemed to have adjusted, but Seren could not. If their mother wasn't going to acknowledge the danger, then Seren would always have to be on the lookout for it. What Amanita didn't admit was that she was a Witch. That she and her husband had traveled around the world exorcising, warding off, and banishing wicked spirits and even minor demons when the pay was worth the risk. What Amanita didn't tell Seren was that when Erik passed, she carried on the work to feed their children. How could she? How could she say that when it was training Dellia, Seren's biological mother, to be her apprentice that attracted the Incubus to her? The same Incubus that impregnated Dellia; the same Incubus that drove her to madness while she slept; and the same Incubus that dragged Dellia into hell in exchange for Seren's life. How could she tell any of her children that Dellia was one who taught Amanita to love again when her husband died, and that's why she raised Seren instead of giving them up to some orphanage? In short, she didn't. She had resolved to wait until Seren was much, much older, but he had other plans.
Even without any of her mentionings, as a small child Seren always felt a sense of dread hanging over them. This was due in no little part to the fact that Seren had night-terrors ever since they were born. Horrible, disorienting, and agonizing night-terrors. At three in the morning Seren would wail a blood curdling scream, writhe, and grab onto their skin desperately as if someone were trying to rip it off. Amanita would try endlessly to soothe her child, and their siblings had tried everything from shaking Seren to praying for Seren to splashing Seren with cold water to no avail. Thankfully, Seren's mind could not remember much of the extreme stress it had been through, but their body told the story. Often they would scratch or bruise themselves from pinching at their own skin, or from flailing into hard objects. Naturally this took its toll on them. They couldn't remember details, but shortly after the experience and when asked general feelings racked their body in waves. It was excruciating and indescribable. This just made them ask more questions, probing Seren's mind, and forcing them to think about it. Quickly they learned that the only way to stop the questions was to convince their family they were alright. So Seren lied. They trained themselves to become quiet because it hurt too much to deal with the problem at hand. Furthermore Seren knew they themselves were still a problem. Even if no one dared to point it out, Seren knew they were beyond bothersome when they woke everyone up every night, so they tried their best to make up for it. Seren always took on extra chores around the house, cleaned everyone's room in the morning, and was always willing to be useful no matter the request. This went on for years, and the only thing that would end their suffering was waiting it out, which could last upwards of half an hour, but one night it was too much. That night, like many nights, Erika had given her mother a break and was sleeplessly watching over the screaming Seren. She sung lullabies to bring any semblance of tranquility to her frenzied sibling, but as Seren's night-terror drew close to lasting three hours, Seren began convulsing and speaking in tongues of an unknown language; actively clawing their skin. Deciding she couldn't bare seeing Seren in that state any longer, Erika broke the household taboo. She used her mother's emergency ceremonial equipment, and preformed a divination spell with the knowledge she'd learned at the academy. Erika was at the top of her Augury Class, and so she was confident, clear of mind, and receptive when she called out to the void for insight into what Seren was going through, and assistance in making it stop; Erika willingly opened herself up as a vector between the mortal and immaterial planes. However Erika was only a Second-Year, and she discovered all too late that her pleas for help had been anticipated since Seren's first night-terror. Using Erika's invitation to bypass the wards and protection spells of the house, the same ominous aura that plagued Dellia descended upon Erika. Immediately Amanita came rushing into the room having sensed it, but the incubus had already crossed over into Seren's mind from Erika's; burrowing itself deep into Seren's soul. As it did, the demon's horns painfully grew through Seren's skull, forever marking them as his demonic host. For months Amanita contacted every exorcist she'd met on her travels, and they all told her the same thing. Seren would either have to trap the demon inside their soul by their will alone or be killed in order to avoid becoming a fully-fledged demon host. Amanita would not accept this. Their mother tried every spell from her grimoire and made countless sacrifices from animal to priceless momento to deities long forgetten in order to pull the demon out. All her work resulted in were powerful rebounds that took a little bit of Amanita's soul with them every time. Erika watched from the sidelines every step of the way. Amanita had forbidden her from magic, but unbeknownst to her mother Erika had switched all of her courses from Divination to Demonology. She blamed herself entirely for what happened, an had to learn all she could to fix it. Despite this, Amanita had to stop trying. Seren's father simply surpassed anything Amanita was capable of casting. The two women still searched obsessively, but Amanita knew if she kept performing these exorcisms needlessly that she wouldn't have much of soul left to lose. All of this just made Seren's lying more entrenched. Seren saw how broken their mother looked after five days with zero sleep and zero progress. Seren knew the reason why Erika left home four years ago was to find a cure for them. Seren noticed Maeve was more gentle with them, retraining her punches to shoves and shoves to pats on the back. Seren even realized the only reason Armani started invited them to just hang for no ulterior motive was because of what happened. All of it was because of them, and it was heartbreaking watching their entire family change overnight. Seren figured the least they could do was give them peace of mind on the regard of their well being. No longer having night-terrors now that their father had gotten what he wanted, Seren just left out the latter half of that sentiment, and used it as "proof" that they were getting better. It didn't work very well, but it was something. They all could at least pretend for at least a second in the back of their minds that everything was fine. There was no need for Seren to tell their family about what replaced their night-terrors while they slept every night. All Seren had to do was change their career path, and learn to control the manifestations of their father's magic properly. Learn to control themself properly. Right? Right. Maybe it was inevitable, and all of their pathetic lying, and trying was for no use in the end, but Seren had to do something. Anything. They weren't just going to let eveything around them deteriorate while their family solved all of their problems for them. Not this time. This time, Seren was going to enroll in the academy that had trained their mother and sister, and they were going to change their future.
Proficiency/Abilities Lalisa is well-versed in plant magic and can summon and command plant life to do as she wills. She also claims she can communicate with said plants, but that's anybody's guess. Takes up a more supportive role in battle, preferring to defend instead of attack. Has knowledge of plants, baking, and most household tasks.
Identification I have a few pictures of her drawn that I might upload later, but for now…
Lalisa is of normal height for her age, with a wiry build from many years of labor out in the gardens. Her hair is a dusty blond color, grown out to touch the tops of her shoulders, with double buns tied in place on the sides of her head. Her hair seems floaty, almost weightless, and Lalisa has woven in a number of daisies in her free time.
Her eyes are hazel, quite bright and lively, while her skin is healthy, freckled and lightly tanned from her time out in the sun. She is usually seen smiling, sometimes with flour and/or dirt smudges on her face from her various hobbies. Lalisa's fingernails most likely have dirt under them, and something has stained her hands permanently green, which is slowly spreading outwards from her fingertips.
Her face, many have noted, possesses a few elfish features, giving her a fae-like look that is at odds with her other childish features. Lalisa also has a "birthmark", an intricate fleur-de-lis on the back of her neck, but most will immediately recognize this as a mark of faery magic. Lalisa, in her homeschooling, is not aware of this fact.
Her voice, which sounds quite like her late mother's, is soft and soothing, and she usually smells like fresh-baked cookies and flowers.
Lalisa dresses modestly and simply, wearing a pair of sneakers, stockings, a sundress, and a cardigan, all worn but neatly mended.
Personality Raised by her grandmother, Lalisa is well-behaved, if a little odd. Taught to be polite, quiet, and helpful. Had a lonely childhood and doesn't have much experience in social interaction, leading her to be a bit awkward when talking to others. Naïve.
Curious, kind, and not afraid to try new things, Lalisa tries to approach each day with a positive attitude, and often tries to cheer up others as well. Her calm disposition has led her to become the peacemaker in trying situations.
Backstory Lalisa has very few memories of her parents, living her whole life in a gingerbread cottage at the edge of woods. Her grandmother, a baking witch, told Lalisa that her parents died in a werewolf attack, and to never stray into the forest. In spite of this, Lalisa began to develop a strong shine to plant magic, growing flowers in the dirt outside their doorstep.
Her grandmother was a secretive soul, and Lalisa was by and large kept away from outside contact. Homeschooled in everything her grandmother thought was necessary, Lalisa took to gardening to pass the time, and grandmama could only watch as she grew stronger and stronger.
Lalisa has been referred to as a "wild child", a changeling, and rumors of faery involvement abound, but her grandmother vehemently denies all charges. In reality, though, the story is this:
Siofra is young and in love, but without child. At her wit's end, she commits the ultimate mistake: bargaining with the Fae. The Fae agree to give her a child, but on one condition—the child, once fully grown, will give their firstborn to the Fae. Desperate, Siofra agrees. She gives birth to a beautiful baby girl, and she and her husband are happy.
Her child grows up to be a woman, but Siofra has still not told her about the deal. When the Fae come for her grandchild, the mother is unprepared. She fights back, raising her child in secret, jumping from town to town to evade capture.
The Fae are not happy about this, but the mother has been successful. It has been a full year, making the contract null and void. When it becomes clear Lalisa's parents have no intention of giving up their child, they are killed in an "accident". Lalisa, gaining protection from her parent's death, is left alive.
Barred from breaking the unspoken rules, but plenty angry, the Fae spitefully cast their worst curse on the child—one that will "tear her apart from the inside out." Siofra, still alive, is given the child as a reminder of her cowardice and the deaths she caused. She raises Lalisa in silence, telling her nothing about the mark on her back or why she can talk to plants.
As Lalisa reaches adulthood, and is no longer safe in a gingerbread cottage, Siofra pulls some strings and puts her granddaughter on the next train to the Academy. Maybe they can do what she cannot.
Lalisa knows nothing, but her time is running out.
Other Lalisa read a lot of books as a child, leading her to adopt a strange, old-fashioned way of speaking. Calls her grandmother "Grandmama". Bakes cookies, cakes, and a variety of other sweet treats regularly. Hopes to help out in the kitchens.
Proficiency/Abilities: He can control technology, such as turning power on and off, coding and/or encrypting different machines and devices, and hacking into systems.
Identification: Fillan's tall with a lanky build, standing around 5'8. He has medium length wavy dark brown hair that looks like it hasn't seen a brush in ages. It's parted in the middle and worn down with no sort of styling to it. He has large elliptical teal eyes and pale skin with small dark brown eyebrows. He has a narrow chest and long legs. Very skinny, he weighs around 115 lbs. Not physically fit in the slightest, but has a quick mind. He keeps his outfit simple; a white button down longsleeve shirt with a pastel green tie, black slacks and black leather dress shoes. He also wears large, thick framed olive glasses.
Personality: Fillan's timid and soft spoken, preferring to avoid conflict if at all possible. He usually keeps an open mind about others but is harsh and criticizing of himself. He's rather indecisive and tends to lack very good judgment or insight into other's personas. He has a turbulent underbelly full of emotion and insecurities, but typically internalizes it all and keeps most opinions to himself during group conversations. His mind has a tendancy to wander, especially during dull moments and he daydreams frequently, which can lead him to wandering about before realizing he's lost his way and has to try to retrace his steps. He enjoys doing math and does it almost always whenever he has spare time. Other hobbies of his include collecting different strands of ribbon and buttons, which he likes to hang in his room. Despite his naturally passive state, he can be surprisingly selfish at times and even sassy in the right mood. He tends to put his ambitions and goals over his physical and mental health, neglecting a lot of necessities. Fillan's never been very forthcoming with important information, and is individualistic in the way he goes about doing things, preferably doing it by himself without telling anyone and he's rather adamant about that.
Backstory: Fillan's switched households since he was 5 years old. He was put into foster care due to financial hardships and that his parents weren't prepared to have a child. He feels out of place most of the time, and is alienated from society as a whole. Since he was placed in foster care, he had trouble making friends due to sporadic moving that took place throughout his school years. Around the middle of six grade, he gave up entirely on socializing and instead dedicated himself to academics; as up until that point, his grades were nothing to be proud of. He discovered a new passion for learning, specifically math as he tried his best to catch up on his studies. When he moved schools at the end of seventh grade, he enrolled to a local boarding school. At that school, he was dormed with another student named Kludd. With a lot of persistence (mostly on Kludd's part) they became good friends and often shared a large portion of their time together. When they graduated, Fillan caught word about a mysterious school several miles north of where they lived that was only known as; "The Academy" Curious, he decided that's where he wanted to go for highschool.
Other: He really, really likes math and is often doing math packets.
Position:Student Name: Kludd Wolvenbloed Age: 15 Race: Human Gender: Male Proficiency/Abilities: Kludd has a wide range of magical abilities, gained from a natural talent as well as a lot of study. He is most versed in healing spells and creating magical shields and restraints. But, he has other various abilities as well. Most commonly he uses teleportation to move himself and objects, and can levitate objects as well. Most of the magic he uses on a regular basis is pretty basic, though in combat he tends to exert himself a bit more, using more powerful spells that also take up more of his energy. He learned magic mainly from his father when he was young, as he was skilled in magic as well. Identification: Kludd is tall, currently standing at about 6'6" and is still growing. He's broad shouldered and somewhat muscular, with tanned skin. There is a single large freckle on his left cheek, sort of like a beauty mark. However its usually not visible because his bangs cover it. He has long, dark brown hair that comes down to around the end of his shoulder blades and has slight wavy curls throughout. He has a pair of dark brown, rectangular framed glasses that he wears all the time, as his eyesight is very poor without them. He wears simple and comfortable clothing, a red t-shirt and a pair of dark jeans and sneakers. He has a deep voice with a slight, vaguely Greek accent, that can be either very intimating or sort of soothing depending on who he's speaking to. Personality: He appears to be very harsh and distant, always looking rather angry and unapproachable. He is usually quiet and keeps mostly to himself. When he does interact with most people he tends to speak in short sentences unless he's very invested in the conversation. Despite his closed off exterior, Kludd is a kind person who cares deeply for his friends (or friend, singular, since hes only really friends with Fillan currently), and would do just about anything to protect him. He cares some for all people, and doesn't usually hesitate to help people unless they have shown themselves to be a bad person. He trusts his instincts though and if he gets bad vibes in a situation he will do his best to avoid whatever he doesn't feel good about. He's very stubborn though, and can often cause arguments or fights if someone tries to go against him. Backstory: Kludd is the second born of twins, his brother Hero having been his best friend for the first part of his life. The two were practically inseparable, especially because Hero was blind. Kludd looked after his brother even when the two were very young. But despite his commitments to his brother, Kludd was still a social butterfly in elementary school, making friends with just about everyone around him. Unfortunately, their parents died when the two were 12, due to a house fire. They had no relatives in the country as both their parents were foreign. Kludd ended up getting placed at a boarding school in 7th grade, where he was placed in a dorm with Fillan. He did everything he could to get close to the timid boy, desiring a more close friendship with someone rather than being kinda friends with everyone like he had in the past. Noticing Fillan's habits of neglecting his own needs as well, Kludd became worried and felt the need to help him take care of himself. With him being persistent enough, they eventually did become very close and when Fillan mentioned "The Academy" Kludd found it very suspicious sounding, and wanting to stay with Fillan and protect him, he joined as well. Other: he protec but also attac im sorry i just had to
Proficiency/Abilities: Ashley has the powers of supernatural strength and agility. She is inhumanly strong, but also very fast. She uses her powers quite frequently. But if she uses them too often, she quickly becomes exhausted and worn down.
Identification: Ashley is just above average in height, being around 5'5. She has light brown skin with intense, deep chocolate brown eyes and penny colored hair that she holds is a high ponytail. Her hair is 90% straight, but it drastically curls near the bottom which is shoulder length in her ponytail and is neatly kept. She usually wears sporty clothing, such as a white tee-shirt with the numbers "63" on the front and back along with either neutral colored shorts or maroon sweatpants with athletic tennis shoes. She is toned, mostly in her arms. She often has a frown on her face and her eyebrows furrowed.
Personality: Ashley can be very aggressive to some people, especially since she is a rad feminist. She hates guys with a passion of a million fires. She likes to be in charge of things, especially sport related subjects. She respects most females, only if they aren't dating any guy, then she also hates that person. Her mood can change from 0 to 100 in a split second if something were to upset her. Although she can be aggressive, she enjoys hanging out with her very specifically chosen friends. She is also protective over her friends and isn't afraid to speak her mind.
Backstory: When Ashley was younger, she was dating someone who claimed to love her with all of his heart and she believed him 100%, returning his "feelings". But when he broke up with her for another girl, Ashley beat him up and declared that she would never love another guy. She then founded the rad feminist club, "Sisters United" she soon became a feared leader as she would attack any guys that came into sight. Nearing the end of middle school, she learned about "The Academy" from one of her loyal followers. She soon decided that she would join the school and continue Sisters United legacy.
Feine’s weapon of choice is a halberd/lance, which links in to his abilities. He is also decently skilled at fighting with his fists.
His defining ability is Wind Manipulation, allowing him to control the winds and manipulate them in various ways. He can create blasts of wind, knocking away enemies – or transporting himself around the area, while he can also create vortexes. However, his wind magic is ranged. The further his attacks are from him, the more energy it takes to use. One particular trick Feine makes use of is utilizing an updraft, sending himself into the air with his spear… then landing on an opponent, spear first.
Feine has a second ability, called Spear Soul. This ability imbues his lance with the wind element, allowing him to fight with more efficiency.
When Feine lobs his spear, it will stick into the ground… and serve as a conduit for Feine’s magic. Instead of releasing his magic through his hands, Feine will channel the magic into the lance and fire it from there. This allows Feine to hit from especially long ranges with his wind magic, along with using double the wind magic. However, his magic is weaker when he and the spear are separated. Along with that, another disadvantage is that this separates Feine from his weapon of choice. Feine can pull himself to his rooted lance with a wind gust, which will send him flying towards the lance’s location at a high velocity.
Identification: In terms of build, Feine is fairly average. He’s not short, but he’s not tall – standing at 5’8 feet high. He’s not particularly athletic, either – though his combat training is having positive effects, in that regard. Feine’s hair is dyed a grey-white, though his natural hair colour is black. His hair is usually rather neat. Feine’s eyes are green. He has light skin.
On his left hand, Feine wears a silver-coloured watch – and on his neck, he wears a green scarf, similar to the ones worn by action heroes. He takes great pride in both of these, and rarely removes them. He prefers either green or white jackets without patterns, and has a fondness for jeans.
Personality:
A writer by heart, Feine Rhiter loves to theorize what new pieces he could possibly write up next. Writing is an enormous part of Feine’s life – in his mind, it’s one of the few notable things about him. In particular, Feine enjoys writing fictional fantasy works, focusing on heroes taking up arms and fighting off evil forces. Feine finds that the real world bores him in comparison to the worlds in books… however, Feine finds that The Academy may just be the closest thing to something like a fantasy novel in the real world – what with the evil spirits invading, the powers, and all that.
Academically, Feine excels at any subjects regarding English. In most other subjects, well... his grades aren't bad, but they're not superb. This is due to Feine often not paying attention in class, and simply thinking up new things to write. However, Feine knows the Academy wants their students to give 100 percent of their effort, so he plans to take schoolwork more seriously. If you've ever heard the stereotype of writers being unable to do Maths, Feine is an example.
With other people, Feine isn’t super chatty, and would rather wait for people to talk to him than go up to them himself – unless he needs something from them. He can come off as somewhat rude and smug, too, and is more than a little judgemental. If he thinks you’re stupid or annoying, he’ll gladly weave it into the conversation. Perhaps he’ll make it subtle, perhaps he’ll make it obvious. It’s all up to his mood. If he does respect you, he’ll still be a little smug... but in a more joking manner. Oftentimes, earning his respect entails showing interest in something he likes, especially his literature he writes… though that can easily be revoked with criticism. He doesn’t take well to criticism.
In conversation, he often tries to use fancy words that he enjoys using in his works, along with citing references to stories from books, films, and similar things. Not only that, but he also tends to speak in writing terms. For instance, he may conclude a conversation with ‘FIN’, or ‘The End’.
Despite being a not incredibly talkative writer, there’s a more hidden side to Feine. Feine has a soft spot for disaster, conflict, violence, and what not. It adds spice to people’s lives, including his own... and a little spice to his life is what Feine wants. Feine is not beyond setting things up behind the scenes, in order to create scenarios that interest him - though he tries not to be caught, of course. Along with that, Feine loves fighting and combat, though he’s mostly restricted to writing about it in books. With the invasion of Spirits, Feine finds that there might just be an opportunity to bring this passion to the real world… deep down, this is one writer who’s happy that the evil Spirits have begun to make their mark on the world, though he fights them.
He also has a soft spot for puns and word play.
Backstory:
The middle child in a fairly average family, Feine was rather unremarkable, further amplified by his status as the middle child. His family didn’t ignore him, but it was clear that he wasn’t the favourite, not by any stretch.
Feine and his family lived in a fairly small town, where not much happened at all. People talked of Powers and Spirits here, but few had witnessed them. This led to a fair share of non-believers. It wasn't uncommon to come across families who refused to tell their children about those things... and Feine was in one such family.
Nothing about his life was particularly interesting, not until his school years. It was around this time where Feine developed his love of fiction and stories, such as the ones he saw on television and books. It was so interesting to the young Feine – he wanted to be a globe-trotting hero, just like them! He wanted to take up a sword and save the world! His parents encouraged him to begin writing his own stories, which weren’t the most original works, but he liked them and took pride in them.
When Feine’s class had a session of show and tell, Feine showed off and described his work to the class. But unfortunately for the fledgling writer, the class wasn’t nearly as interested as he was. Some of them yawned, others of them laughed… that was an issue, as Feine wasn’t trying to make something funny. Feine took offense to this… and this action led to his work getting ripped up on the same day by a gang of other students.
From that day forth, Feine was rather quiet around other students. He’d find a lonely spot and begin to write, away from the others. But this isolation led to people gaining even less of a positive opinion on him. He began being seen as weird. This continued for years, though Feine didn’t particularly try to stop it. How could he, after all? And, anyways – the fledgling writer was more interested in the people of his fantasy worlds, instead of the people in reality.
And speaking of fantasy worlds, Feine had overheard discussions around town about 'Powers' and 'Spirits'. This prompted Feine to ask these people what they were talking about, for Feine believed they were talking about something out of a book, and it sounded right up his alley. These people told Feine about Powers and Spirits... Feine wasn't entirely convinced, however. He'd never seen any evidence of people having powers anywhere. It was certainly an interesting thought, though... so Feine brought this up to his parents.
With a chuckle, Feine's father looked at him and told him that it was 'dumba- kooky reporters creatin' fake news reports', and that he'd never seen any of these Powers or Spirits himself... neither had anyone else they'd known. They told Feine that they were simply a rumour that people grew attached to, disappointing Feine. He wanted to wield a power and spice up his life... but Feine chose to make the most out of these mythical powers. He began to write stories focuses on Powers and Spirits, based on what he'd heard on the news. Feine wondered why the news would be reporting on something fake, if what his dad said was true...
Eventually, around the end of his time at Primary School, a writing tournament was announced, featuring various schools from across the state. Students attending primary schools were eligible… as soon as this announcement was made, Feine’s colleagues knew that he was going to enter. And enter he did, with ‘The Crusade of Kiki’, a work detailing a young boy called Kiki, who Feine based on himself. He put his heart and soul into this work, and investigated the writing styles of famous books, in order to write to his fullest. With the final stroke of a pencil on paper on this work, Feine was sure that he’d win…
The results came in, and Feine was happy, but not particularly surprised that he’d indeed won. It wasn’t a surprise, not at all to Feine. He’d analysed the writing styles of popular writers, and Feine didn’t think anyone else would put even a fraction of that effort in. This led to Feine developing an ego of sorts. When bullies approached him and mocked him, he would no longer simply stand back and take it. No – instead, he talked back and tried to tear them down. People who mocked his works would be met with Feine asking if they’d accomplished anything even comparable to what he had done. To people who threatened him, Feine would not hold his punches back. Feine felt superior to his colleagues, and enjoyed rubbing that into others.
However, Feine hasn’t accomplished much else since that competition. He submits his works online, and has written various different works under the alias of ‘The Rhiter’. As the Rhiter, Feine’s motto is that every reader who enjoys his work is a victory for him. Around this time, Feine began to become rather bored with the real world, and wished he lived in one of his many fantasy worlds, which he considered far more interesting than a dull old world like the one he lived in.
But it turned out the 'dull old world' held some more secrets. It was one certain November night, when Feine and his family were walking back from a fancy restaurant in town... that night, Feine's family was unlucky enough to be targeted by a group of mysterious hooded men. They lurked in the shadows... and eventually waited for the right moment to strike.
Three of them rushed out of the shadows, one of whom grabbed hold of Feine's younger brother's neck. To this thug's side were his two accomplices, who warned that they'd put Feine's younger brother 'into a hospital' if his family didn't pay up.
The entire family was distraught, but... Feine's father reached into his wallet, and pulled out some of his savings - $1,000, and went to hand it over to the thugs in exchange for his son's life. But at that moment, as if by miracle... a cloaked man wearing blue and orange dropped down from a roof, and delivered a punch to the thug with Feine's brother in his clutches, knocking said thug off balance and allowing Feine's younger brother to break free.
And, seemingly coincidentally, the man in blue turned his back to the thug... who immediately was struck by a blast of lightning, sending him down to the ground. The other thugs fled.
The man in blue didn't say anything, but he simply grinned as he broke into a sprint and ran down the street, his blue scarf billowing in the breeze. Feine's family didn't know what to think... the forecast didn't predict lightning that day, and it seemed odd that the bolt struck the man, dead on.
Later that night, the news held a special on a man called the Lightning Runner. He looked exactly the same as the man who'd come to the family's aid. And, not only that... but it was rumored he had powers over lightning. That day, Feine's family changed. They began to believe in what they previously believed was fake.
Eventually, Feine discovered that he had powers of his own, days after that event... and Feine loved them. They were like something he’d write, as an ability of one of his protagonists. With these new powers, Feine chose to style himself in accordance to his newfound powers, dying his hair grey and taking up a green scarf, which billowed in the wind. But fortune seemed to still be smiling upon the young writer, for he discovered the Academy. Some considered him a fit for what the Academy entailed – fighting off evil Spirits seemed like something out of a book… and, of course, that was something that appealed to Feine. While the Spirits were rather scary, Feine thought they were rather interesting… and deep down, he was happy that they’d appeared. They’d provide something interesting in the dull old world.
Now, at the Academy – Feine takes up his two most powerful weapons, a pen and a lance, to write and fight.
Other: Wooow I wrote a lot more than I thought I would. Sorry if the powers are a little powerful, or if the form's a little big.
Proficiency/Abilities: Proficient in hand to hand combat and is cursed with immortality. He cannot be killed by anything besides fire.
Identification:
Personality: He has a wild and cocky personality, knowing his chances of dying or little to none he lives life careless, reckless, and to his hearts content.
Backstory: Orphaned as a child Mikale was abandoned in the woods. He was rescued by an old adventurer who lived in a small cabin. He raised and taught Mikale how to defend himself. Growing up Mikale was always naïve, he often wandered off alone or rushed into situations without much caution. One day Mikale returned to the cabin after gathering some fruit he found in the woods, the cabin was in ruins and he found that the old man was on the floor. The old adventurer told Mikale that they were here for the apple, a couple of bandits who knew of its existence. He told Mikale that it was in the basement under the hidden trapped door, with his dying words who told Mikale to eat the apple so no one could harm him. Mikale did as he was told and ate the golden apple, he had read up on its existence in a few books the old man kept, it was said to give its consumer immortality, to be vulnerable to only fire.
Name: Raphael “Raph” Offgood Age: 15 Race: Actually is a changeling from the Seelie summer court of fairies, meaning he was swapped for a human child and grew up in a human’s family, which is where he gets the name “Offgood.” If asked, Raph will swear he is human, because he finds it embarrassing to be called a “fairy.” Gender: Male Proficiency/Abilities: Raph is a light magician, able to conduct light into weapons. He has minor healing magic, but he barely knows how to use it. Raph inherited the skill of mind manipulation as well, but at his current level it only works on humans with weakened minds and is more of a suggestion rather than full control over their bodies. Likewise, Raph suffers from chronic migraine, and if he is put in a place without any form of light, he will becoming weaker and weaker and can eventually even die without it. Identification: Due to his fae genes, Raph is quite short, barely making it above five feet. He has a very feminine face, with wide beautiful auburn eyes surrounded with thick black-brown eyelashes as well as thin golden eyebrows to match his groomed straight medium length hair. He has a thin nose and thick lips, always seen with some sort of layers of roped bracelets and ear piercings at random. Raph is usually seen in a long green jacket with a white sleeveless undershirt, black skinny jeans and black converse. He is often chewing gum or has a lollipop in his mouth, generally appearing unamused. Personality: Raph isn’t the most talkative of kids, in fact he usually keeps to himself. He’s quite sarcastic and judge mental, someone easily annoyed by others. He usually doesn’t get his work done and if he does he does it at his own pace when he wants to, often getting distracted easily by minut details. Raph can be temperamental and aggressive if you pester him too much, but he never looks to hurt anyone. Underneath it all he’s not a bad kid, he’s just not friendly. Raph is frightened by the prospect of getting close to anyone, and will do his utmost to push people away so he doesn’t become attached. He’s lonely, but he demands that it is what is best for him and says he simply wants to be left alone. Backstory: As mentioned previously, Raph is a changeling. The true Offgood son was swapped with him at birth, allowing Raph to grow up in a well off human home. He grew up his entire life believing he was human, though he detested the luxurious lifestyle he was in. The children at his school avoided him and talked behind his back, causing the outcasted little Raph to act out with thievery and fighting a particular student. He was homeschooled from then on, constantly watched over and forced to meet unfair expectations. Ralph was not given a childhood, he could not play and had no friends, only studying of how to become more like his successful ‘father.’ Recently, his fae mother returned to collect him as his powers emerged (in the form of him severely injuring his abusive instructor) but Raph was furious at her for giving him away. He exclaimed she never truly cared about him, and would never go back to the Seelie court with her. Raph ran away from home, and stumbled upon the academy, where he took up residency. Originally, Raph was just a squatter that they repeatedly tried to drive away, but once they found it useless and saw how well adept he was with his powers, they enrolled him as a new student.
Note: this is a living form, meaning more information will be added as it is revealed in the rp.
Position: student Name: Atlan Choros Age: First year; 14 Race: demi-titan Gender: male Proficiency/Abilities: spatial magic- Including the abilities of telepotaion and subtle time manipulation, this class of magic is dedicated to warping space and time. He has the ability to change the distance in between objects. (Such as one step for him could take him miles in actual distance. He can seem to be across a classroom then be standing right in front of you. He often uses this magic to confuse and disorient an enemy. Identification: standing at 5'7" and weighing 145lb he is on the smaller side. He is still growing so He secretly holds on to hope he will eventually be 6 feet. He has black hair and pale skin. His eyes are a brilliant gold that seem to reflect the light around him. Personality: Atlan has poor social skills and is fairly shy. This leads to him being fairly defensive and off putting. He incredibly loves food and seems to be always hungry. This can be blamed on spatial magic using massive amounts of energy. He almost always is eating or asking someone for food. Backstory: Atlan is the son is Chronos (the titan of time) And an unknown woman. His father took him the day he was born, and refused to tell him about his mother. Atlan is no stranger to the mystical or supernatural. He would often visit many of the places in the supernatural world. One place he enjoyed immensely was the land of the dead. It is not that he enjoys dead people, it is that he enjoys the silence. It was there he could think and relax. His father would often test him by dropping into a random point in the past and make him survive for a time off his own wits. His father has decided that Atlan's lack of social skill was his greatest weakness, so he decided to send him the academy. More than any challenge set before him this was the one he feared most......people. Other: uses minor spatial magic on a daily basis almost unconsciously.
