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Royal Hounds ~ (Hunters of the Crown)

My CS is nearly done! I'm just stepping out for a bit to watch Big Hero 6. :3

Soul Eater: Your best enemy

Aha, I thought so too! :)
Eliza needs someone like Regan to reign her in. Partners, then?

Royal Hounds ~ (Hunters of the Crown)

If you're still accepting, can I reserve a spot? I'll have the CS up by tomorrow. :)

Nightingale

Name:
Olivia Clarke | Nightingale

Appearance:
Olivia is a small thing at just 5'3". She's still on the skinny side, but her training has made her stronger and her body is slowly but surely reflecting this. There's a light dusting of freckles on the bridge of her nose that's only visible in the sun, and her fair complexion is layered with a hint of gold. She has a tattoo of five small birds in flight, trailing along her shoulder blade to her nape—she'd gotten it during a rebellious phase when she was sixteen, but now she can't help but think it was foreshadowing of some sort.

She likes to dress in accordance to the current trends, and is partial to bright colors and patterned tights. Because she's always in uniform for combat training and learning to control her abilities, she relishes the sparse moments when she is allowed to wear what she wants.

Age:
20
Gender:
Female
Corps:
Hell Hounds

Bio:
All her life, it'd been Olivia and her father, side-by-side, clumsily navigating through life. Her mother was nothing but a faceless figure to her, present only in the annual letters she received from her on her birthday. And even then, her words were generic and detached—a measly Happy birthday! I miss you—with only her age and the date marked changing every year. It's difficult to care for someone she's never met, but for her father's sake, she tried. He was desperate in his attempts to establish some sort of connection between her and her mother. "She left for our sake, she did not abandon us," he would say. Her father made sure she understood the distinction. Olivia eventually feigned acceptance. Why did it matter, anyway? Her mother only existed in letters that she couldn't even be sure she sent. It was only after she'd been recruited by the Royal Hounds, when she was finally in the know, that she would understand her sacrifice.

Not two months ago, Olivia still had some semblance of normalcy. Her life had been fairly simple. She wanted for nothing, living in moderate luxury. Her father had seen to all her whims--ballet lessons, singing lessons, he paid for it all. She was in a performing arts university with only another year to go, and the worst of her problems ranged between struggling to stay awake for an exam after rehearsing the night before and an ex-boyfriend stalking her. The most exciting thing to happen to her was getting through a national singing competition. She was amongst the three semi-finalists and from all the buzz she was getting in social media, she knew she was favored to win. Everything was going her way, coming up roses like they say.

How could she have known everything could change in a blink of an eye?

As if fate had a penchant for the theatrical, this life-altering change happened during the competition's televised finale. Olivia had started to feel strange during the two-week long rehearsals, but she had chalked it up to frayed nerves. It would be her last chance to perform, to win over the people, and it seemed only natural for the stress to get to her. She ignored the relentless twisting in her stomach, and diagnosed the dull ache in her throat as a mere sign of overexertion. The finale would be starting soon and she knew that once she was on the stage, she'll simply get lost in the performance, and do what she did best. For the most part, she was right. Olivia sounded the best she had all season, and the audience went absolutely wild for her, their voices clamoring so in-synch it was like they were under a trance. The reaction was unlike she'd ever received.

When it came to her last song, a powerful ballad that required weeks and weeks of rehearsal to perfect, the strangest sense of foreboding wracked her frame. The flutter in her stomach intensified, as did the burning in her throat, but she was too caught up in the moment to pay it any heed. This was it; her goal was within reach, and she was determined to secure her victory with her final song. As the lights dimmed and the spotlight zeroed in on her, Olivia sang her heart out. She lost herself in the song, felt as though she was drowning in the melody as she let the words fly across the auditorium and past it. The audience was stunned to silence.

Then one by one, they screamed.

Olivia stopped abruptly, watching in horror as everyone dropped to their knees, desperately clawing at their ears, panicked shrieks filling the auditorium as many tried to escape. She can still remember the way they looked at her, fear etched in their eyes, as they wiped the blood dripping down their ears. It was terrifying. When the security guards started to approach her, guns cautiously trained at her, she started panicking. Her mouth opened on its own, letting out an ear-shattering scream that surprised even her.

She awoke in an unfamiliar room afterward, a metallic muzzle placed over her mouth. For the next few days, she was briefed on everything. What happened during the finale, to the members of the audience. The Royal Hounds, the Underground. Supernatural beings that she thought existed only in fiction prowling about the world. Being one of these supernatural creatures—or at least, partly—because her mother was a siren. They told her nothing of her mother's location, but she knew she was among these so called hunters of the crown, she could feel it in her bones.

It's been thirty-seven days since she has become a member of the Hell Hounds. Olivia has yet to fully immerse with the Underground world, but she's slowly getting used to everything. Everyday, she undergoes the Hell Hounds' intense training regimen where they train her to fight and to control her abilities.

Personality:
Olivia is a little firecracker with a bit of a rebellious streak. Reckless and heedless of consequences, she is flippant in the face of danger, confident that she can always find a way out of any mess she gets herself into. She's resourceful and adaptive, quick on her feet and never bogged by pressure. When she was inducted into the Underground, she easily accepted their truths, no matter how farfetched they seemed. Olivia sees the world as full of pregnant possibilities, good and bad, all out there for her to explore. Nothing is impossible if she works for it. Vivacious and passionate, she approaches life with a certain joie de vivre that's infectious, and it is with this vigor that she tackled on her role as a Hell Hound.

Compared to the veterans of the Royal Hounds, Olivia reeks of ingenuousness—still a puppy finding her footing. Cynicism has yet to wear her out. She's idealistic and foolishly brave, clinging onto an outdated sense of heroism that can likely get her hurt. Her loyalty runs deep, and once she's considered someone a friend, there's nothing she wouldn't do for them. A puppy through and through.

Skills:
From her siren mother, she has inherited the ability to manipulate sounds. First and foremost, she has found that her songs can affect people in a variety ways. Her arias lure them in, compelling anyone listening to do whatever it takes to approach her. It was just as the sirens in the stories were known to do. Lullabies work wonders, inducing sleep as effectively as a heavy sedative. Happy melodies that causes temporary euphoria and eventual stupor. Other songs have more destructive effects: some that can cause confusion, nausea, or trepidation. Susceptible individuals, often those with weaker wills, can be subjected to some manner of persuasion, as well.

Olivia's abilities goes beyond singing, although that remains her forte. There's power in her voice alone, one she has yet to fully harness and control. She can amplify it to inhuman levels, enough to cause physical damage when she screams. Her training with the Hell Hounds forces her to develop the more offensive properties of her ability and she is learning to generate and project soundwaves through other means. Currently, she is being taught to incorporate her abilities in combat, by creating physical constructs from sound and releasing sound blasts that damages on impact.

She has gained a keener sense of hearing, as well. Olivia can detect sounds further away, and they sound richer in her ears. Sounds that used to be simple have become extremely intricate, layered with subtleties she's never noticed before.

Gear/Weapons (no more than three weapons):
Her voice is her greatest weapon, but she has a small knife in case that fails her. She also keeps a metal muzzle on her person at all times, and puts it on during days when she feels particularly out of control. Since the muzzle completely prevents her from speaking, she was given a watch that allows her to type up and project text to communicate.

Other Information:
Her abilities are heavily affected by her emotions and are thus subject to instability.

Mirroring Worlds, Reflecting Possibilities

I'm positive it can! :D I think we all just happened to hit a particularly busy month.

In any case, I'll start working on a post soon. I wanted to let Fern finish Syn, but I suppose there's no harm in me posting, right?

Hogwarts: We Are Now

Time skip!
Also, I love monkeys!

Soul Eater: Your best enemy

Finished my CS in the first page. :D I might have taken a few liberties by making her a witch ( a la Kim), so let me know if there's anything I need to change.

Soul Eater: Your best enemy

Hi! Do you have room for one more? :)
EDIT: Finished!


Name: Eliza Sylvil
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Role: Meister
Partner: Regan Hiryuu

Skills:
Rabbit Magic
She can be pulled from a hat!

Eliza's brand of magic allows her to create portals by conjuring glyphs in non-adjacent locations. Unlike when using spatial magic, she cannot create a portal to other dimensions, and can only conjure her glyphs within a limited range. Rather than for teleportation (which is actually not so effective in her case, considering she has to see where to conjure her glyphs), Eliza incorporates it in combat using unorthodox ways. And perhaps most often, she uses it to mess with people.

Transform
Eliza can transform into a rabbit. It doesn't have much use in combat, but it does help her escape when she's being punished for a prank.

Bunny!Eliza

Personality:
All play and no work, everything is fun and games to sprightly Eliza. She freely bounds about, a ball of mischief wrapped in sunshine and laughter, causing trouble and ruckus wherever she goes. It's difficult (though not impossible) for her to take things seriously, and so many of her reactions to what normal people consider dire situations might be 100% inappropriate. Like literally laughing in the face of danger, or cracking jokes at the most inopportune times. She has a habit of teasing friends and foes alike, especially those with a meeker or more somber disposition. There's just nothing more satisfying to her than ticking off people with sticks up their butts and seeing them let loose. Easily entertained by most anything, Eliza's laughter is a common sound in DMWA. If there ever comes a day when she doesn't get overcome with a fit of giggles, it probably means the world is ending or something.

Armed with a devil-may-care approach in life, there's nothing stopping her from taking risks during combat, and she's more than likely to opt for using sheer force to get through a situation. She tends to side with gut and feeling rather than logic and caution, which results in recklessness in battle. Eliza also has nothing in the way of delicacy—she's blunt and frank, zero filter and subtlety. She constantly indulges her whims and often has to be reeled in and prevented from adding to the problem. Perhaps her only saving grace is that she's naturally personable. For all her impishness, she's genuine and genial, and it's thanks to that she's able to get away with some of the things she does.

Biography:
Eliza is a witch. It's not something she hides, but it's not something she broadcasts either. Having raised by her mom away from the Witch's Realm, Eliza knows nothing of her kind's society and knows about them only through books and the occasional gossip spreading in her town. Her mom refuses to divulge any information about them other than she had been exiled, and so she has left it at that. She's aware of the witches' less-than-favorable repute amongst many people, but she found that she hadn't really cared at all.

As she was growing up, her mom kept her under close watch, monitoring her every actions. Eliza had always been a troublemaker, easily getting into brawls with the other children and gaining infamy among her neighbors for her pranks, and her mother worried that her penchant for mischief was a sign of her blooming destructive instinct. She was told it had to do with the sway of magic, but she never fully understood what it meant. All she knew was that her mother was more than relieved to discover a few years later that her magic was of the nondestructive nature.

Not counting all the trouble she caused, she and her mom lived in relative peace. No drama, no secrets, just boring happy times. Then out of the blue and without preface, her mom brought up DWMA and insisted she enroll, a frenetic look about her as she hurriedly packed her things. Eliza was given no explanations, but her mom had been uncharacteristically forceful about it. By then she learned that the more significant something is, the less her mother discloses (her mom was weird like that), and so she obediently complied. When she was kicked out of the car in the streets of Death City, with her luggage at her side and only a rushed 'I love you, see you soon' in parting, Eliza knew going to DWMA must have been really important.

Extras:
- She loves sweets, and is easily swayed by them. If you want her to do something for you, bribing her with candy or cake is the way to go.
- She likes to sing, and usually makes up nonsensical theme songs while she's doing something.
- She's not the most graceful of fighters, and she lacks the sheer power other meisters have. Her best asset in combat is her spontaneity.

Hogwarts: We Are Now

Well, she didn't last as long as she expected.

Caitlin thought having David distract her with idle chatter would help, and she supposed it did a little, but still the anxiety-tinged queasiness persisted. Having motion sickness was one thing, but siderodromophobia or whatever the hell fear of train trips was called was an entirely different problem. Who even had a phobia like that, really? Her cheeks burned at the thought. At times like these, she liked to put all the blame on her mother, who raised her in the wilderness and far, far away from civilization. Before coming to Hogwarts, all she had ever known was the simplicity of nature. Brooms and horses were their means of travel, as was the occasional magic carpet. Integrating was more difficult than she thought it would be.

Caitlin waited until her stomach stopped lurching before she took small, cautious bites of the magic chocolate she was given. She exhaled in relief at its instantaneous effects. The nausea was gone at last, though the anxiety was still there. "Thanks," she turned to David, managing a small smile. "I—"

The word died on her lips a second later, and she thought it was amazing how one could turn from eternally grateful to extremely ticked off to embarrassingly hysterical, all in a blink of an eye. She could never stay upset with David, would forgive him anything, but in that split second when she realized what was about to happen, she was quite tempted to give him a good slap in the head. And maybe a flick on the forehead. Luckily for him (but not so much for her), her anger dissipated to give room for the paralyzing fear that would wash over her like a tidal wave. Caitlin grabbed a fistful of David's sleeve and turned her face up and away from everyone in the compartment to conceal the tears threatening to fall. Her breathing turned ragged but she tried to hide that, too.

The new Ravenclaw Headmistress, as David had just pointed out, noticed her condition only after she'd properly punished David for his stupid spell (which was also well-intentioned, so she didn't have it in her to hold it against him). Despite having suffered a near full-blown panic attack, Caitlin managed to feel a little guilty. It was sort of her fault he had detention now, wasn't it? At least she put him to work in the Forbidden Forest. She could join him there then.

Still reeling, Caitlin could only nod at everything she was being told. Was she ill? Yes. Motion sickness? Yes. Dramamine? Sure, whatever that was. Anxiety? Bingo. Charm Professor Mark Crane and his cousin's daughter? Cheers, pleasure. She was bobbing her head distractedly even after Professor Crane asked them for an introduction and only realized he was expecting an actual answer after a couple of seconds passed without anyone talking. Caitlin gently nudged David with her elbow and gave him a look, beckoning for him to take over and do all the talking for them. She didn't trust opening her mouth just quite yet.

Hogwarts: We Are Now

Been a little busy the last week, but I'm still here! I'll try to get a post up tonight.

The Nine

Just finished my CS. :)