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I'm just some crazy reclusive girl. If you really want to know more about me, just ask. ^.~

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Well, after inventing a bland new race of beings, here's my edited CS for Ephira. Let me know if there are any lingering issues.

Name: Ephira (Human name: Eliza Rockford)



Age: 652 (Appears 15)

Gender: Female

Species: Valionite (Appears human)
-Valionites are a race of advanced esper-like beings from an alternate universe that have "magical" abilities that are inherently tied to their emotions and rooted in the subconscious. They are immortal and completely unkillable.

Subject preference in order from most to least:
Math
Science
History
English
Physical Education

History: A long time ago, there was a clever Valonite who wanted a planet of her own. On her quest to get it, and with the help of an army of brainwashed subjects, she killed, she conquered, and she carried despair to every nation she touched. After a while, the High Council decided she could no longer be allowed to roam unchecked. Unable to kill the immortal, the Council did the next best thing. They had her defeated and imprisoned.

Yet the longer they kept her locked away, the more certain they became of a simple truth - Ephira's powers were fueled by suffering, and that included her own. Eventually, stronger than ever, she shattered the bonds containing her and made her captors kneel before her. It was only after a larger team of warriors responded to the pleas for help that she was again defeated. And, this time, her vanquishers would not make the same mistake.

They did not take her freedom, but instead, her memories. By addicting her to a "soda" that suppressed her powers and her knowledge of who she truly was, they wiped her brain of all knowledge of her true race and molded her into a rather a wealthy young human lady with the power of mere bodily regeneration. Unwilling to leave her bored in a gilded cage, they decided that she should go to school. Anything to distract her from her own despair. And so she was sent to Blakley's Instutute for the Supernatural - to spend time with others she thought were like her and to never remember who she truly was.

Are you in need of our summer program?: Yes

Preferred elective courses: Creative Writing

Anything extra pertinent to your attendance here?: Becomes agitated - and therefore dangerous - when asked to do mundane things herself.
Let me know if there are any problems - and don't worry about the label of "goddess". I can change it if I must, but regardless, I won't make Ephira overly powerful.

Name: Ephira (Human name: Eliza Rockford)



Age: 409,652 (Appears 15)

Gender: Female

Species: Goddess (Appears human)

Subject preference in order from most to least:
Math
Science
History
English
Physical Education

History: A long time ago, there was a wayward goddess who wanted a universe of her own. On her quest to get it, she killed, she conquered, and she carried despair to every planet she touched. After a while, the Divine Council decided she could no longer be allowed to roam unchecked. Unable to kill the immortal, the Council did the next best thing. They had her defeated and imprisoned.

Yet the longer they kept her locked away, the more certain they became of a simple truth - Ephira's powers were fueled by suffering, and that included her own. Eventually, stronger than ever, she shattered the bonds containing her and made her captors kneel before her. It was only after a larger team of gods responded to the pleas for help that she was again defeated. And, this time, her vanquishers would not make the same mistake.

They did not take her freedom, but instead, her memories. By addicting her to a "soda" that suppressed her powers and her knowledge of who she truly was, they convinced her that she was not a deity, but rather a wealthy young lady with the power of mere bodily regeneration. Unwilling to leave her bored in a gilded cage, they decided that she should go to school. Anything to distract her from her own despair. And so she was sent to Blakley's Instutute for the Supernatural - to spend time with others she thought were like her and to never remember who she truly was.

Are you in need of our summer program?: Yes

Preferred elective courses: Creative Writing

Anything extra pertinent to your attendance here?: Becomes agitated - and therefore dangerous - when asked to do mundane things herself.
Still have room?
Interested. This seems familiar...
We could try that, but fair warning, I don't know how good I would be at playing Yang. =p
I'd be into a RWBY RP... your Jaune x my Weiss sounds fun! If you have other ideas, I'd be open to those, too!
Interested! Have room for more?
One moment, Cam rushed over to join Abby. The next, a man's voice echoed her call. Ignoring the chill running up her spine, Abby quickly peered around the corner and made eye contact with the bloodied miscreant who had been speaking.

"He looks more dangerous than I ever was," she muttered in response to the little girl's words. "A lunatic and a pack of killer children. I think I've had more than enough of this place. Let's go."

She strode farther into the alley, unable to ignore the trembling of her hands. What kind of idiot would put her on babysitting duty? Not only did she have no clue how to deal with children, but she wasn't even a nice person.

"I have no idea where the others are. Hopefully they've escaped from this place by now, because that's exactly what I intend to do," said Abby, emerging onto another street and quickly weaving her way through the crowd, craning her neck in search of some sign that they might be near the edge of town. "Do you know that man?" she asked. Cam. That was what he had been calling. That was Abby's nickname for her companion. How had this guy figured it out? Had he been lurking in the shadows while she had been searching and heard it from her own mouth? The thought gave her goosebumps. "Do you have any idea where we are?" she asked, "I'm starting to miss that awful room..."
Sorry I haven't posted in a while.... I haven't been in a good place. I'll try to get something posted soon...
Interested!
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