[CHAR] Academia Abyssus: Adventures in a Modernized Hell

[ERode]

The 41st Class of Academia Abyssus
Altzer Sozei, 18 Year Old Gambling Asshat
Victor Blanc, 15 Year Old Delusional Nihilist
Hubertus Nepomuk Friedrich Josephine Christian Liudolf Wettin von Tegerfelden, 17 Year Old Aristocractic Gentleman of the Highest Calibre
Ein Ferah, 18 Year Old Even More Midget-y Than the Other Midget
Roger Ranger, 14 Year Old Gangster Thug Midget
Poppy, 17 Year Old Smallest Midget of the Midget Gang
Elren Cade, 16 Year Old Totally Trustworthy and Reliable Bro
Marianne Lavoie, 16 Year Old Lazy Ambitionless Future Hobo

The Staff at Academia Abyssus
Laiss, The Strongest Caretaker

[RoflsMazoy]

"Guess I'm just lucky today."

Name: Altzer Sozei (Don't complain about this, Santa)

Gender: Male

Age: 18

Appearance: He's about 5 foot 8 inches and he weighs about 60 kg. He's quite lean due to having to run a lot. Also, I'm not entirely sure what colors his clothes should be, but his rings are pure gold.

Personality:
Even though he's extremely whimsical, he still has quite a good head for money, especially when a bet is involved. He loves to gamble and he'll cheat occasionally but not all the time. Mainly he just wants to see how lucky he can get, and how much money he can get at once.

Also, he dresses like that mostly because he's sort of an asshole.

Biography, and also Death Scenario:
Altzer was once a renowned cheat, gambler and asshat. It is speculated that he may have ended up cheating millions of dollars worth of money, jewellery and of course, gold in multiple gambling rings around the world. He quite literally ran from place to place, getting chased down by the police, thugs and even his own family sometimes.

His run ended in an alliance between a huge underground gambling ring and England's military force who had him backed to a cliff which he promptly jumped off of in order to see if his luck would hold out one final time. As it turns out, it did, because hell's a nice place now even for people who are asshats.

Phobias: Losing a huge amount of money all at once, a gamble which will most definitely not go in his favour and major misfortune.

Skills: He can toss cards quite well, and he is also rather good at running away. He also has had some practice with darts and throwing knives. He knows how to gamble and how to cheat in a huge amount of ways, and he's pretty sure he's good at talking his way out of things, but that remains to be seen.

Power: Card Shark
Altzer can turn a playing card into a shark. The card will glow blue and become a shark for a very brief period of time, the shark will fly as if it were a playing card if the playing card was thrown before it was turned into a shark.

Theme Song: 20 Dollar Nosebleed - Fall Out Boy

[Lord Santa]

“Can’t someone else do it?”

Name: Victor Blanc
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Appearance: Victor’s around 5’6 and weighs around 65 kg. Most of the time, he wears his old school uniform (standard blazer, black with white highlights) and converse shoes.

Personality: So damn lazy. That’s practically all you have to know. Victor is very intelligent, but is weighed down a lot by his nihilistic views of the world. He basically believes that things anyone does ultimately amount to not that much, so we should just do what we want to and it’ll end up as the same thing. With that said, he also respects the rights others have to do the things they want and may sometimes go along with them if he has nothing better to do or he’s bored or something. Also kind of cynical but in a bored sort of way.

Biography: Victor was born to a reasonably normal family to a reasonably normal upbringing. The normalcy was marred a tiny bit by the fact that he could see the ghost of his great-great grandfather manifested as a flaming skull only he could see. It didn’t do much a lot, really, but early on in his life, Victor realised that whatever you did in life, you’d still wind up dead, unless you successfully became immortal. But he also realised that even being immortal was pretty pointless because you don’t have anything to do after that. He didn’t really have any goals in life and his biggest dream was to retire at a young age and not have to bother with life. With that in mind, he picked up pickpocketing because it seemed interesting. He had some interest in being fast for a while and had a penchant for running away. And then he died, which was kind of a bummer.

Death Scenario: He was walking down the street one time when his grandad’s ghost told him to save some girl who was about to be run over. And by told, I mean annoyed excessively for 20 straight hours about it. He did and was perfectly fine. Unfortunately, it turns out that girl really wanted to kill him as he’d stolen something important to her. He ended up with a knife in his chest for his trouble. And so he died, and he figured that it was good enough. Shutting his eyes, he slowly died, content that it was as good a time as any to disappear. And then he woke up in hell. It turns out it was his grandpa's plan to get Victor in hell so that Victor could go fight the anomalies at which Victor was really pissed off at his grandpa for forcing him to do so. He's also kind of pissed off at the girl almost being run over, forcing Victor to save her so that he came into a convenient range for her to stab him.

Phobias: Spiders, goats and falling

Skills: Good at running fast. Good at pickpocketing. Good at hiding and stealth.

Power: Third arm

Theme Song: Ignore the end part. Also the video. A lot of it, really. Couldn't find anything else that fit so here's my theme song.

[Crimmy]

Name: Hubertus Nepomuk Friedrich Josephine Christian Liudolf Wettin von Tegerfelden (commonly known as Liudolf)

Gender: Male

Age: 17

Appearance: The highly handsome blonde is as aristocratic as his name suggests, possessing skin so fair that not even the most powerful of moisturisers could bring about such a trait in other people. His locks are smooth and flowing, a testament to the remarkable care that he takes in grooming himself. At a height of six Aargau fuß (equivalent to exactly one metre and eighty centimetres in the system of the cheese-loving French), Liudolf is a man with a lean, yet muscular frame, hiding rippling abdominals underneath his cherished clothing. Very rarely does he adorn anything but his gentlemanly dress uniform, which has been modified slightly to fit any situation.

Personality: A man with the noblest of all demeanours, the son of the House of Tegerfelden is truly a gentleman, his sense of noblesse oblige driving him to act in a manner that truly befits his station. Just and kind, he will always lend a hand if enquired, always seeking to evoke the best in all beings. His voice is a powerful one, booming with gravitas, charisma and beauty that could be comparable to the mighty Morgan Freeman. Honour is important to him, and if it were to be tarnished, he will do all that is necessary to regain it and once again be the aristocrat that is the face of his family. He is also an powerfully perceptive person, constantly alerting all to the situation at hand.

Biography: In the days of yore, the House of Tegerfelden was a minor family within the great Frankish Empire, its members proud vassals of the mighty Carolus Magnus, the Germanic ruler who united all of western Europe (excepting the land of the Spaniards) under one domain. It was to this family that Hubertus Nepomuk Friedrich Josephine Christian Liudolf Wettin von Tegerfelden was born, the second son of the second son of the family head at the time. His future from his youth seemed truly bright and full of potential, and he was raised alongside his brothers, sisters and cousins in the family manor, learning the true essence of nobility and becoming one of the many heirs of the Aargau School of Unorthodox and Highly Heretical Fencing. School however, was his most passionate love, and Liudolf spent numerous years in institutes of knowledge obtaining the wisdom required to engage in occupations following graduation. So it was truly unfortunate that at the ripe young age of seventeen years, two months and a day (on the 29th of February), the young man lost his life in a tragic accident.

Death Scenario: He pulled a Christopher Reeve except he died instead of becoming a cripple.

Phobias: Rhinelanders; Loss of Honour; Elephants

Skills: As a student of the Aargau School of Unorthodox and Highly Heretical Fencing, young Liudolf is quite skilled in the usage of bladed weaponry, and through his noble abilities, is a charismatic speech-maker, and also wise and sharp in the ways of knowledge.

Power: Blue Blood

Theme Song: Auferstanden aus Ruinen

[Swarley]

"Huh? Sorry, I didn't catch that."

Name: Caitlin McConnell
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Appearance: Five feet, four inches tall, 114 pounds. Usually seen wearing dishevelled and somewhat tattered clothing including but not limited to ratty sweaters, ripped jeans and her signature red Chuck Taylors with just enough wear to make someone consider getting a new pair, but not enough to force a new pair. She’s also almost always seen with headphones either on her ears or around her neck
Personality: Caitlin is a very happy go lucky and carefree person. The kind of person who doesn't have a lot of friends (though she’s very close to the ones she does have) but whenever her parents are around will always invite everyone over to “chill”. Her carefree attitude though leads to a lot of times where she just didn’t show up at school for weeks on end because she’d rather be at home listening to records or watching Netflix.
Biography: Born in Belfast, the only child to a wealthy lawyer and his doctor wife, Caitlin was always seen as a disappointment. Failing every class simply because she wouldn't show up, Caitlin was always more interested in just having a good time and living her life in whatever way she decided to. To Caitlin, life really wasn't worth living if you can’t do what you want to do. In the last few weeks of her life she finally dropped out of high school, but between a small time girl band with her friends and a nice older boyfriend, things were going well for Caitlin.
Death Scenario: After a party, Caitlin was walking back to her house with a couple of friends. Tragedy struck when she crossed the road without looking both ways and was hit by a Toyota Corolla, dying instantly.
Phobias: People with Nietzschean Ethics, dark corridors, clowns
Skills: A large amount of seemingly useless information gathered from the internet, proficient guitar playing, not really a lot that’ll help in fighting though.
Power: Blissful Ignorance
Theme Song: Kendrick Lamar - Bitch, Don’t Kill My Vibe

[Shiinen]

Appearance Image:

"My ears are always ringing."

Name: Ein Ferah
Gender: F
Age: 18
Appearance: Ein's got a standing of 5'2'', a weight of 115 lbs., and a snappy comeback for anyone trying to make fun of her height. Her "traditional" outfit consists of her favorite jacket (and the same one she died in), a plain black shirt with a pleated (also plain and also black) skirt, thigh-highs, and flats.

Personality: What we have here is your residential "what-the-fuck". What is a residential "what-the-fuck", you ask? Someone that does shit that doesn't make sense. This girl here is a "WTF", shown with observation of her habitual habits of doing things from stalking someone to hiding in their room at night to scare them, to death-defying stunts -- usually involving the poor sap -- in order to give them a freakout. It's her way of "bonding" with someone she wants to be close with.

The problem with Ein is that she's smart -- she's really fucking smart with mathematics, chemistries, measurements as a whole. She's a grand student with booksmarts.. But she's essentially a sociopath for all considered terms of "abnormal behavior". Alternatively, you could call her socially retarded for her actions, but it can't be denied that she goes about her weird actions with efficiency. So hey, she's at least considerate to not being a lazy fuck when she finds something interesting to do. That has to be worth something, correct? She's an incredibly impulsive young lady.

...She also has a fetish for knife-collecting. Take of it what you want.

Biography: We have a girl that grew up with a jaded military veteran for a father, no mother, and a set of rules that prisons would give to their prisoners. The hell do you think she ended up so weird for? Ein grew up without having friends, without going to sleepovers or birthday parties -- and frankly, listening to the horrible war stories that her dad would tell her about as "bedtime stories" when he wasn't having an episode. He bought her her first switchblade when she was ten, and she started collecting from there. She never made it to college, unfortunately -- but somewhere in the living world, there's a high school degree with her name on it.

Death Scenario: Ein lived in a bad part of town. Pretty bad part, usually wasn't messed with because of her crazy father. Unfortunately, she did get picked for a gang initiation's target, and ended up at gun point by a wanna-be gang member. Her reaction? Why, Ein took the gun and pointed it right up between her eyes. She dared the guy to shoot her! Dared him! But the guy freaked out and hesitated. Bad impulses spelled out a messy end for her when she pulled the trigger instead to show that she wasn't afraid. She didn't really think out the whole thing about dying afterwards. Whoops.

Phobias: Airplanes | Trenches | Abandonment Issues

Skills: She's skillful at stalking people. | She's got a penchant for knife skills. | She can understand Morse Code and ASL perfectly. | Lip-Reader.
Power: Jack-In-The-Box
Theme Song: MiatriSs - Y.G.I.O. [Game Over]

[ERode]

Laiss

An abomination of a demon that was originally created as one of the heralds of Armageddon, whenever God actually decided to do it, Lyss was reassigned to being Luu DeSeras's caretaker after Lucifer became a family man. Fiercely loyal and scary as hell, he's a butler of the highest calibre, but still enjoys being the world-ending monster he once was occasionally. Currently, he does pretty much everything that is needed of him in Academia Abyssus, which is usually tending the groups and cleaning off the blood.

[BCTheEntity]

"Bloomin' 'ell, if this ain't 'alf a bloody mess!"

Name: Roger Ranger
Gender: Male
Age: 14
Appearance: About 150cm tall and only 45kg or so; he's still growing. Or, er, "was", in theory, assuming death complicates puberty somewhat. Trousers and shoes tend to be as black as his jacket, and he wears a t-shirt under the jacket and hoodie. That, apparently, is yellow, according to the image.
Personality: Extremely English in tone and volume, Roger is surprisingly unsociable, tending toward solitude when possible. He prefers the company of women to men, and in fact considers himself a womaniser of sorts (though his actual ability to woo the ladies is, naturally, sub-par at best); mostly, however, he won't usually initiate conversations himself unless he wants to discuss something important. Not good at smalltalk. Tends to swear like a fishwife's mother, i.e. a lot, crudely, and usually with some creativity behind it. Despises Americans.
Biography: Born as the only child of an English family with no other relatives, Roger spent most of his childhood up to the age of eight in a reasonable state of not really paying attention to the worse facets of the world, since, as we all know, young children are notoriously innocent and unaware. This sadly ended when, on a holiday to America, both his parents were shot repeatedly in a gang attack, dying in front of him and scarring him for life. With no family to return to, the American authorities naturally decided to put him up for adoption in America, where he was adopted by a lower-middle-class family that couldn't really afford to take him on in the first place, but was silly enough to think that it could. Surrounded by overly American influences like guns, star-and-stripe flags, and unhealthy diet, Roger apparently reacted by becoming more and more English in tone, and typically found himself wandering the streets every so often when he'd had enough of his parents for one day. One such day, about a year before his death, led to his accostment by a gang of ruffians, who he managed to land exactly one punch on before being restrained; however, seeing how much "heart" he put into his struggle against them, whatever that meant, he was swiftly inducted into the gang, performing various duties for them such as drug runs, gun testing, and on one particularly traumatic occasion, killing a family of two, something which he found he couldn't bring himself to do...
Death Scenario: ...and then his toddler brother got into their parents' gun closet and accidentally shot him with a machine pistol. "Goddamn fuckin' Americans" were his last thoughts before he lost consciousness.
Phobias: Loss or repression of self and/or personality, murdering innocents, dying (as illogical as that now sounds), the dark, flying bugs.
Skills: He's reasonably skilled with pistols, shotguns and rifles - at least as skilled as a fourteen-year-old can be, anyway - and he can identify most human-produced drugs by sight. Also shows the beginnings of a reasonably intelligent mind, under all the slang and angstry.
Power: Closed Borders
Theme Song: Bamalam - Darren Leigh Purkiss. Alternatively, Shot in the Dark - Within Temptation.

[Cyanide Sweetie]

Appearance Image:
Quote: "You need to Pop, Lock, and Drop that Attitude."
Name:Poppy
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Appearance: Poppy is only 5'0" she is small and curvy most people classify her as petite.
Personality: Doesn't take anything seriously and is very sarcastic. She has a bad attitude and a cute complex a mile wide, you make any cute-sy comments and she will cut you. Seriously. Also, she has a rose tattoo that vines across her back.
Bio: Poppys mother died when she was a toddler leaving her alone with her father. Her father was a particular kind of man, whose small brain was much slower than his quick temper. He never wanted children anyway so he didn't treat his daughter as his child. She became his new punching bag and maid.The pain used to cripple Poppy, make her sob and cry but she could see the sick pleasure her father got when she begged. So the pain? She learned to like it. Laughing at his attempts to hurt her. It was her turn to get a sick pleasure out of the beatings. As her pain tolerance rose, so did the quickness of her tongue. Thank the gods she got her mother's wit! Life was tolerable for Poppy in her father's house until his drunken rage took a perverse turn. Determined to hurt her in new ways Poppys father attempted to use her in a way that no father should ever use his daughter. And he got his nuts kicked into his spleen for his trouble. Poppy went out on her own, became a street runner, running random jobs for anyone who would give her hard cash. She kept her nose clean from the drugs and her talent for brawling kept her out of the whore house and off her back. She was saving her cash to start a new life in a new town, little good that money, which was hidden behind a brick in her alley, was doing her now.
Death Scenario: She picked a fight with an entire bar full of people, they didn't think she was quiet as funny as she thought she was. Her tongue cost her to be pumped full of so much metal she rattled like a half full piggy bank all the way to the morgue.
Phobias: F-U-C-K-I-N-G C-L-O-W-N-S. Certain bodily fluids; puke, feces, and snot. Deathly afraid of flying stinging bugs.
Skills:Her pet peeve is her biggest advantage, she is greatly underestimated. Not to mention she can play the cute and stupid card to a T, though she is actually very clever. She is a brawler and fights hella dirty. Shes kinda a tank, for being so small, she is extremely sturdy and has a very high pain tolerance.
Power: Ferrous Attraction:
The user has the power to temporarily make part of their body powerful magnets, capable of dragging anything made out of metal towards them, provided that there is iron within said material.
Theme Song: Bubblegum Bitch by Marina and the Diamonds

[Ostarion]

Elren "Trustworthy" Cade

"Watch your back my friend, for trust can be a dangerous thing..."

Gender:
Male.

Age:
16

Appearance:
Elren stands at 5'5, and has a weight of 48kg. His eye colour is grey. Elren's hair - for whatever reason, is white. Yet he's dark-skinned. Maybe his gene pool is messed up somewhere along the line. Maybe he's some sort of protagonist starring in his own edgy anime. That would probably explain his behaviour too.

Personality:
An opportunistic trickster and downright manipulative scum-of-the-earth, Elren masks these two traits behind a friendly and calm demeanour. He's always been a prankster, a "strategist" and a...leader? Not quite that last one; if anything, he'd be the one who pulls the strings. The unexpected final boss after the final boss. Elren balances kindness with cruelty in order to maintain in a solid position within a group. Normally, he tries to settle himself behind a leader and goes from there. Despite all this, he carries with himself a trustworthy and kindly persona which netted him his nickname "Trustworthy Cade" (in life, at least). A nature such as his would be considered disgusting or abhorrent to normal members of society. Elren doesn't consider it so.

He's simply...an opportunist.

Biography:
Elren grew up within a middle-class family in London with a large family consisting of four brothers and three sisters. Had it not been for his manipulative nature, he would have likely led an extremely average and unfulfilled life. In school, he was one of the more popular students, and at the same time a major instigator of conflict between other students through pranking and general rumours - without actually being found out. At home, he and his seven siblings were the equivalent of the Portuguese Mafia, except Elren never actually partook in any of the endeavours, and simply controlled and organized them. Consistently causing problems for his school (and family in general) would have definitely persisted for years, and probably could have developed into something more - had it not been for that well placed peanut of assassination, placed carefully in Elren's meal by his youngest sibling who got the idea from television.

Death Scenario:
He choked on a particularly large peanut of assassination.

Phobias:
| Peanuts | Ugly people | Saliva | Caterpillars |

Skills:
His manipulative, deceptive nature allows his to make convincing lies, and his friendly demeanour hides his dangerousness. He's also oddly gifted with spear weapons, but is terribly unskilled when using any other weapon.

Power: SHADOW FIEN- I mean, Shadow King.

Theme Song:
Anything goes...

[OwO]

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"I ain't no idiot!"

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Name:
Marianne Lavoie
Gender:
Female
Age:
16
Appearance:
Standing at the modest 5'5", and weighing 122 pounds is Marianne. Her clothing attire is very light. She usually opts for a t-shirt and shorts, even when it is snowing. People have never seen her without her baseball cap.
Personality:
Marianne is an idiot. Plain and simple. She is quite sensitive on this fact. She usually hits people who calls her an idiot with her skateboard that she always keeps with her. She is more driven by a sense of wanderlust; she wants to see the world. She feels that her life is too short to spend it learning (even though she should). She just wants to see the world (though she should really study).
Biography:
Marianne was born in the Quebec city of Quebec City, Quebec. Her life was quite humdrum. She lived quite diligently. She would study, and hang out with friends. This changed when she reached the ripe age of 7, and she stopped studying. She had no ambition in life, really. Studying was too boring, friends were hard to make for her since she seemed so stupid and her parents didn't care for her as much as their other two children. Marianne just wanted her life to go on and end.

This changed when she was given a skateboard by her uncle, Jean Baptiste Lavoie. Uncle Jean was a nice man; he cared for Marianne. More so than his brother, Marianne's father. This was probably a mix of pity for Marianne's unloved self, and Uncle Jean being unable to have children himself. Uncle Jean took Marianne to Montmorency Falls Park for her birthday. It was a nice place, but it sparked something; something that would give Marianne a reason to live. To the 7 year old Marianne, it was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. She wanted to see more things like it. She wanted to travel.

She lived out 9 years in peace. Sure, she didn't study, but she managed to luck through every class with 51%. Every single one. Teachers were confused. She was in a quite rebellious phase at the time. She dyed her hair, chose to mostly wear red (and less) clothes. Her parents weren't worried. They frankly didn't care. She always carried her skateboard with her. It was the only possession that she loved.

She had gotten a call from the hospital on her birthday; it was Uncle Jean. He had cancer, and decided not to tell any of his family. He was about to die, and as his last wish, he wanted to see Marianne. Marianne (after a lot of yelling) got her mother to drive her to the hospital. There she saw Uncle Jean. He was a shell of his former self. He was weak, his muscles atrophied. After a short conversation, Jean whispered into Marianne's ear, and then passed away. So distraught from his death, Marianne didn't stop crying until her death. Which was one hour later.
Death Scenario:
Marianne was being driven home from the hospital. Her wailing filled the car. Her mother, actually caring for once, let her cry. After all, her mother did like Uncle Jean. Perhaps a little too much, but that's beside the point. What they didn't know was that there was a large truck coming up in front of it, the lights off. As soon as it was noticed, it was too late. The truck crashed into the small sedan, crushing it, and instantly killing her mother and making Marianne go unconscious for a short period. The bald driver of the other car was panicked. He needed to do something, so he did the most rational thing; he siphoned the gas of the sedan, poured it inside, and then lit a match. The inside was burning, and the man ran away. Kind of stupid since he was in the middle of a highway, but again, beside the point. Marianne awoke to fire creeping up her body, burning her flesh. She was unable to move since she probably broke many ribs, both arms sideways, probably her entire skeleton twice, and her skateboard was probably lodged in her stomach. The fire consumed the barely awake Marianne, killing her slowly.

The bald driver was caught 200 meters out, dead from exhaustion.

He ate too much poutine.

God bless the Quebecois.
Phobias:
Fire, cars, bald people, being ousted as an idiot by others
Skills:
Quebecois Crashing Cracker: Marianne is extremely skilled at using her skateboard as a weapon. A bad, ineffective one, but it works.

Marianne is also pretty good at climbing buildings. She also knows how to wrestle; not the actual wrestling, mind you. I'm talking about the "WWE SMACKDOWN VS RAW: JOHN CENA vs THE ROCK" wrestling.
Power:
Wondrous Wonder
Theme Song:
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