Cherrywitch

Highschoolers, Fight on!

I’ll be posting today most likely unless school decides to trip me up.

Highschoolers, Fight on!

The patting of footsteps behind him made Raph chew the corner of his lip, holding back a shout of annoyance. Did this kid ever know when to give up?

Raphael was just a tad shorter than Seren; that plus the fact that the fae wasn’t even trying to outpace them made it quite easy for the demon to cut off his path abruptly. The blonde eased up on his fervent steps, a cool slow down into a gentle stop to shoot another annoyed glare. I don’t get it. I’m just as rude to them as any other person, yet they aren’t giving up. Is this some kinda bet or challenge or something? Raphael stayed silent, eyeing them curiously, trying to find any hint of a motive behind their actions. Because, of course, there had to be one if someone was being kind to him of all people.

"I have wronged you, I have invaded your most exclusive of privacy, and I'm going to make up for it."

What the hell are they ranting on about? What privacy? They just woke me up. An involuntary twitch of his eyebrow showed his distaste with the whole idea, but Raph quickly realized he wasn’t getting rid of someone this clingy easily. Fine, if they wanted to hang around him, let’em, but he sure wasn’t going to treat them any nicer. Seren would get tired of him. Everyone did.

”Whatever. Do what you want. Just stay out of the way.” The fae ran a hand through his golden locks with a huff, before dropping it back into his pocket and starting off again back towards the school. It actually was a sort of nice feeling having someone walk beside him non-aggressively, but that was something Raphael wouldn’t admit out loud. He still couldn’t trust this person. The only one he knew to trust was himself, and even that is a shaky concept. His eyes darted back over to Seren, similar to a cynical pup who had been picked up from the pound. Why? Why were they doing this? Raph unwrapped a red lollipop and stuck it in his mouth to chew on out of nervous, childish habit, returning his eyes back to the interesting picture of his feet walking through the grass.

”... Your name. If you’re going to follow me around like a flea, then I at least should know your name...” He mumbled around the lollipop, averting his gaze in the complete opposite direction. The hell was he playing along with this for? ”... Er. Just call me Raph, I guess.”

@Metamore

Highschoolers, Fight on!

@Metamore First off: “Rachael” the gender bent Raphael which probably wouldn’t look much different

Second, I feel that is more of a punishment on Raph but we’ll see on Tuesday then. XD

Highschoolers, Fight on!

@Metamore

Another jolt went up the boy’s spine, he spinning around so quickly in the little nook of branches he rested in he almost did fall. Once he managed to regain his delicate balance, the golden eyes were wide, akin to that of a startled animal. Soon enough, though, they narrowed into their usual fiery gaze, pointedly glaring down at Seren.

With the grace of a cat, Raph departed his sleeping place to land softly on his feet, shooting a sideways look at the other. His pretty features were fixed back into the same tempered mask he usually wore, the fearful childish expression seeming as if it could never had belonged.

”I’m fine. And I don’t need your help. Sneaking up on sleeping people is rude, just so you know.” Raphael’s voice was rough and tinged with venom, his eyes moving away from Seren’s strange appearance and out back towards the school. Was the orientation over already? How long can that woman talk? The fae chewed the inside of his cheek in a vague attempt to calm his still quickly beating heart. Damn nightmare... it seemed he wasn’t falling back asleep anytime soon.

Raph’s attention slowly faded back to the white haired figure beside him, who hadn’t scurried off as he had assumed. ”well? Did you need something or are you just being a pest?” The blonde tucked his hands into the oversized jacket draped around him, turning to fully face Seren with an expecting look.

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@SilverDawn ahhh wow that totally kinda destroys that whole character then. Too bad, I really wanted to play her.

Hm, I have an electricity-based character I could play I suppose.. unless there’s already one...

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@SilverDawn Tell me if it’s alright. ^_^

Owl

Under the Hood

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Name:
Unknown

Alias:
Owl

Gender:
Female, but androgynous for most part

Race:
Human

Age:
Unknown. Appears much younger than she is.

Rank:
C Rank

Personality:
Owl is a bit of a mystery. She doesn’t talk very much and often keeps to herself, concocting new and exciting elixirs and potions to aid in battle. Owl is almost always in her study, surrounded by books strewn all over the place in a barely lit dusky little room. Owl is quite helpful and will try her best to assist you if you ask for her help, but everything outside of missions and for personal gain comes at a price.
Owl is a very emotionless person, quite obvious by her monotone and raspy voice. She has a fear of crowds, thus why she will do her best to stay out of them. Owl only wants to learn and do good in the world, there being little evil in her heart.

History:
Owl was found in the forest, who ran an apothecary out of the shadows. Few people knew of her little shop, but word spread to the guild that there was a witch who was cursing the animals in the woods, causing them to go searching.
When they stumbled upon Owl, the first thing they saw was her working hard in her shop, studying profusely. She explained that she was not the one to curse the animals, in fact she did not have the ability to do so, and showed them her studies of how to rid a large area of an unknown curse.
The guild offered her a place as an adventurer, saying she could gain more knowledge about this curse and save her animal friends. Owl immediately agreed.

Magic:
Shadow magic is the ability to summon objects from the shadows around oneself. Owl specializes in natural shadow magic, meaning she mostly summons things such as rocks and vines.

• Teleport allows the user to fade into the shadows themselves, along with one other person if wanted. Can either run along inside the shadows or teleport from one shadow to another, as long as it is in eye sight. Repetitive teleportation drain a lot of energy.
• Ensnare summons vines from the shadows at a person’s feet, shooting up and entangling them. Just like regular vines, they can be cut, and are usually just to buy time.
• Barrier ejects a large wall up from the shadows, blocking the enemies from her and allies. It has the same structural integrity as stone.
• Imprison creates boulders from the darkness, slamming together in order to imprison a group or individual. Must be kept together by user and any break in concentration will have the jail shatter.

Skills:
Owl has photographic memory, which allows her to memorize the tiniest of details. She has a vast amount of knowledge over multiple subjects because she so easily absorbs everything she reads.
Owl is an excellent apothecarist, able to make amazingly effective potions and elixirs out of natural herbs.
She has developed the ability of night vision as well from the combination of living in the forest without light and her powers. Her senses in general are more heightened than the average human.

Equipment:
Armor
Head: Black Feathered Hood- Magic. Very low physical defense with high magic defense.
Neck: Apothecary Amulet- Artifact. Allows amazing feats in brewing.
Body: Black rags- common.
Arms: Bejeweled bracelets- Masterwork. Greatly increases casting ability.
Legs: none.
Belt: Carrier belt- common. Extra storage.

Weapons
Primary: None
Secondary: None

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Heya, you guys have room for one more or nah?

Highschoolers, Fight on!

The Dream

The first thing to greet Seren was the sound of whispering. They were in a playground, of what appeared to be an elementary school. The scenery was simplistic and bland, as expected of a dream. Raphael was little here, maybe 5 or 6, sitting alone on a swing with his head bowed sadly. He seemed so lonely, dragging his feet over the sand underneath him and gripping the swing’s chains until it left marks in the palms of his hands.

Seren’s hearing would tune it, bringing them to focus upon the other children— if that’s what you could call them. In his dream, the other children were malicious smoky black figures with demonic red eyes, morphing and shaping with evil fanged smiles.

“He’s so weird.”
“Hey, don’t say that, his daddy will come after you.”
“What a baby.”
“Can’t even stand up for himself.”

Suddenly the image warped into another scene, filled with screams and shouts of the children. This time Raphael was a little older, and on top of another boy. They were fighting.

”Just leave me alone already! I just want to be alone!!”

Another shift in reality brought Seren to outside of a principal’s office, with Raph curled up on one of those cheap blue chairs, his face tucked into his lap. Vaguely and muffled came the voice of who you could only assume was the principal: “Your son has been acting out at school. I’m sorry, but we can not tolerate this behavior any longer. You must homeschool him.”

With a blink, they were now in a young Raphael’s room. There was drawings discarded without care into a trash bin beside a piano, where the blonde boy sat playing. Beside him stood a tall brunette woman, the image of her face scratched out in his mind. “The wrong note again? When will you get this right?!” A ruler cracked down on his knuckles, making the fae boy yelp out in pain, holding his hands. “You’re so slow. What will your father think?”

Everything went dark. An echoing voice cried out familiarly ”Just go away!” A sword, seemingly made of pure light, slashed through the darkness.

As light refilled the scene, Raphael stood as he does now, paralyzed in shock as he gazed down upon the injured woman. Beside him was a pure beauty, a small blonde woman with stunning features but most noticeably large iridescent insectlike wings protruding from her shoulder blades.

”No. I won’t go back with you. You abandoned me once, you won’t do it again.”

Raphael ran away, the faerie woman calling out to him silently. He eventually landed upon this very school, collapsing into a sleep. The dream suddenly cut out.

”Ah!” Raph shot up out of his sleep, sweat dripping down his face and panting hard. He hadn’t dreamt about that in so long... The fae boy held his head, in a weak attempt to stop the horrible pounding in his temples. ”Why...?” He asked himself shakily.

@Metamore

Circus of Hunters

Jessica Belle Adams
Jezzabell, the Lion Tamer
_{Interactions: Everyone
Location: The Ringleader’s tent}

Jessica had mostly expected this. In the back of her mind, she had told herself this was what it was about, but she still couldn’t steel her heart from cracking in pain over the loss of another. Jessica wasn’t the friendliest to her peers, in fact she barely knew most of them even after three years of working here. Michael wasn’t someone she was too familiar with, but she had remembered that when she was sobbing over James he had been the one to put his hand on her shoulder in an attempt to comfort her. He had a good soul.

By now it was fairly known that Jessica couldn’t bear to bury anyone, so she felt she did not have to remind her fellows of it. She would fight the daemons silently as usual, and leave the burial process to the others.

You would think I would get used to this. The tamer bit her lip, running a thumb along the edge of her cold, untouched cup of tea. Not even the Ringleader’s little humorous threat could seem to even get a twitch of a smile out of her.

”I’ll be going, then.” She barely murmured, setting the cold cup down and exiting the tent briskly, heading out towards the gates with utmost care to avoid any circus-goers. Jessica held her whip tightly, eyes staring at the ground expressionlessly, waiting for the others who were coming along.

Highschoolers, Fight on!

A light smirk played on the soft lips, golden eyes flicking back with an amused and condescending sharpness. ”Like I really care if you think I’m a jerk.” I act like this on purpose, you big oaf. Raphael twitched at his own thoughts, annoying himself with them. How childish. He pushed people away as usual, his tactic was effective, but it still seemed so juvenile. @ReveTheDreamer

Before he could trouble himself any longer, Raph darted off as far away from the building and Kludd as he could get. He preferred to be alone, anyway. Now, hopefully, his reputation of possessing a bad attitude will spread like wildfire and leave him joyfully alone, in silence.

Raphael slowed down as a large tree came into focus, stopping completely at the base. He hummed to himself with interest, taking a hold of a divet in the trunk to pull himself up, scaling the tree until he reached the shaded canopy of leaves above. Raph cozied himself up in the nook of knotted branches and peacefully felt his eyes grow heavy. Sleep took over, leaving the fae boy appearing like an angelic doll under the shaking sunlight which filtered through the openings in the emerald leaves. He seemed so much happier, so much more innocent when he slept.