A damned Nature Spirit with more disinterest than motivation
Origin: New World
Appearance: Those who would see Vaettir's form would think he was a holy angel. His skin is that of white Marble, with shards of assorted colored glistening stones embedded just beneath the surface. In direct sun light he glistens majestically, a statue crafted by a master Sculptor. His upper body is shaped as a muscular man while his legs is copied from some sort of Canine. His head bares two horns that rap around in a mock halo. His facial bone structure seems as if it was once perfect. Although his face takes more qualities of a beast than man. His eyes Glow a bright Gold and his mouth seems to always be spread in a wide smile, revealing his jagged gold teeth at any given time. His most notable feature is his thick tail that seems to end with a disgustingly bony hand, a malicious add on to the rest of his beautiful form. He Stand at four meters tall, just under that or a Troll or giant. His voice is low, but almost smoothing to the ears. His tone rarely changing from someone who had just woken up and couldn't care less.
How a normal human would view this character: A normal Human would view Vaettir as a beautiful spirit. A glistening moving Statue with a horrific face. Due to the lack of aggression or caring he displays none initially find him a threat when approached by him more of just shock of his height and appearance.
That is not to say he has not had difficulties with Humans. Whether it be contracts from adventure guilds to slay him, in hopes of gaining his powers from his marble form or local towns sending their Militias to slay the wondering beast. None have succeeded and those who return alive only spread their own tale of the Horrific walking statue. Those who have heard these tales greatly fear Vaettir and will run or attack on sight.
Race: Heteromorphic - Demon (Known Immortal)
Gender: Male
Alignment: -0 Neutral
When I was a little girl I would play in the forest often with my Brother. He had recently gotten a cough, so my parents hid him from peeping eyes to not alert our neighbors. We all know how some deal with even the slightest sickness... I was alone that day and traveled further out than I had normally. I still knew where I was, but also knew I would get in trouble if my Brother was with me. Since I was alone I went knowing no one would care for now. I eventually came around the side of the Mountain we named 'Big Grumpy' it was only about a Kilometer from our house, yet I never been to it. I was naive in my younger years and didn't know the true dangers of wandering off alone. Luckily for me that was the day I found out and avoided a hard lesson in the future.
As I approached the side of the Mountain a small group of Wolves(Maybe four or five) were feasting on a large animal. The instant I spotted them they turned their heads to me. Their faces covered in blood from their most recent meal. Teeth began showing and then they began growling, all I could do was freeze in fear. It wasn't until they all howled in unison I began to run. My small underdeveloped legs wouldn't carry me far until they caught up, even with the head start. I knew this, but something told me to enter a nearby cave. Giving up my advantage of the head start to hide. I wonder if it was his doing.
As I came in sprinting in the cave, I hit a hard wall. Sending me to on my back and viewing the entrance of the cave upside down, with the pack of wolves approaching. I shut my eyes, not wanting to see the blood soaked Wolves come any closer. All I heard was a screech fly past my body and then the wolves yelp in pain. I open my eyes to see them missing. Vanished. I was in shock, but also very relieved that they were gone. I picked myself up and rubbed my head as I looked at the cold snow under my feet. Blood began trickling from my head and painting the Grey snow Red. I rubbed the stream off my brow and looked up to the wall I hit. That's when I first saw him.
A white statue laid in front of me. The sunlight that was allowed entrance to the cave shinned at his feet. It revealed crystals beneath the white sculpted feet. A mix of colors shined and flared. His feet were like those that Wolves had. I mumbled a single sentence to the sight. “It’s beautiful.” Shockingly enough I was given a response. “Why thank you, little one.”. The sound made me jump, but I wasn’t truly frightened. I looked behind the statue. Only a few meters back the actual end of the cave existed and there was nothing around that could have hid a man. I looked back at the statue to find two piercing golden light staring back at me. His eyes.
Now some of you would probably think a little girl, even if it was me, would just go running away screaming. I wasn’t scared though. I don’t know why. Maybe his majestic beauty still had me stunned, or maybe I was still shook from the Wolves, or maybe I was just a naive young girl. Probably a mix of all three. After a few moments of staring him in his eyes he lowered his hand to me. It was the size of my whole body. I didn’t know exactly what he wanted, but I guessed right as I stood on his hand and he lifted me just slightly off the ground and walked to the exit of the cave. He eventually lowered me to a rock just outside his cavern to sit on and he squatted down in an attempt to make himself smaller. Although he was still triple my height. He touched my head with a gentle poke and my head stopped hurting and the blood that came from it, vanished. He took his hand away from me and began to speak again. “Would you like the hear a story, child? A story about me?
I didn’t respond at first, due to his beauty. Now in full sunlight his whole body sprakeled. It is still one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen. I could also see how his full body formed, it was smooth, unlike anything I have seen before. The biggest thing that is engraved in my memory is his smile. His mouth was stuck as a wide smile from cheek to cheek, showing his sharp teeth. Back then it didn’t really worry me much, but now that I remember it it was horrific and at the same time still beautiful. “Yes, Mr. Statue” I kindly responded. He chuckled at the childish name I gave him and responded in his low deep voice. “Please young one, call me Vaettir.”. I shook my head and replied “Then you can call me Diana”. Vaettir nodded his head and began his story. I don’t know if he was using some magic on me, but I will never forget his story. To this day, remembering it word for word even when I didn’t understand parts of it then.
“I was here before you, your parents, or even their parents before their parents. I have seen the rise and fall and rises of so many of your Jarls... I was born in what your people now call, Brionac Forest.” I rudely interrupted by asking a question, although he didn’t mind. “Who were your parents?”
“I do not know, Diana. I think the Gods, but when you pray to them do they ever talk back to you?” I took a few seconds to think before shaking my head side to side. Wisping my then long Orange hair across my face. He shook his head and continued. “I was around long before I met the first Humans. Although their ears are pointer than you Humans are now. I guarded the Forest and kept it… Balanced. I first met Man chopping down my trees. I watched for a while assuming it was just a new animal the Gods had placed on the world. Another thing for me to balance. Although when I approached them, they ran in fear. Unlike any other animal. I was beautiful back then. Shaped like nothing before, Green in color and wood surrounding my skin… Later they came in force to attack me. It wasn’t until they Gazed upon my presence they lost all their rage and confusion. Replaced by bliss. They then left me alone, fearing my presence. It wasn’t long before they began to hunt each other. I think it was because some of them didn’t have the pointy Ears that the others did. In my eyes all creatures were the same and it made no sense. This hunting was called: War.
I interrupted him again with another question. “I know what war is! It is when two villages fight. My dad said he went to war, did you see him?” Vaettir chuckled faintly before answering “You are correct young one, but no this happened a long, long time ago.” He paused for a few more seconds, giving me time to ask another question before he continued. “The pointy ear Humans that are called Elves now, had a very strong leader. He was cruel with his power’s given to him. Now I didn’t care about the War until it entered the forest. The elves began to cut down my trees in mass. So many of the trees screamed in pain asking me to stop them and so I did. I came to talk to them peacefully, but instead they put me in a cage and took me to the leader. He was what you call a, Ódauðlegur...The Elf began to ask me questions about my powers that I didn’t know the answer too. He began to tort- do bad thing to me. Eventually he pushed me too hard and I pushed him back. I pushed more than I thought and ended up killing the man. My first sin the Earth.”
He stopped and looked up for a few moments. As if trying to remember. I wanted to ask more questions, but was more interested in the story and waited for him to start again. “After that the Elf and Humans stopped the war. I had gained some kind of power and it turned me into this statue that I am today. I was punished by my parents, for reasons that I don’t understand, but I had lost my power over the forest and was given new ugly ones as replacement for my sins. Now I walk around to tell my story, hopefully spreading it to the world.” He stopped and just stared at me.
“That's it?” I replied annoyed. “Why did you turn like this? Why did you stop guarding the forest? Why were you in the cave now?”
Vaettir looked at me. No emotion other than his smile displayed. He got up and began to slowly walk away, leaving me with one last sentence. “When you pray to the gods, do they ever reply?”
That was the first and last time that I had seen him. Im am 44 years old and every year come to the cave to see him again. Although he never showed. I tell this story to anyone who would like to hear, but most don’t care. My Kids and my Grandkids are the only who truly believe me. Hopefully you will too. Despite what you hear about the walking statue, he is not an evil beast. Just a forsaken, sad, deity.
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Build
Character Level: New World: 50
Racial Class: Arch-Devil
Job Class: Necromancer/Dark Knight/Disciple of Disaster
Strengths and Weaknesses: Vaettir's usual slow lazy movements are completely changed in combat. In combat he is an extremely quick fighter usually using his Sword to attack while casting magic at the same time with his Tail. Although his weakness are Holy and Earth enchanted items. Although spells gain no significant damage to him.
Equipment/Abilities:
Ódauðlegur: An immortal from birth and gained twice over after Slaying the Elf Commander, Elecan in Ritual Duel. Immortals are immune to all disease, resistant to curses, and can recover from wounds with preternatural speed. Even if they are drawn and quartered, cosmic forces conspire to reconstitute their bodies over the course of weeks or months. The only way to for one to be truly slain is for them to be defeated in a ritualistic duel.
Sword of the Fallen Landvaettir: This sword is shaped as a straight sword completely made out of Wood and missing a hilt. After his fall, the Sword was corrupted by Darkness and began to look rotten. Even with it's appearance the Sword is Sharp as any other Legendary Class sword and does poisoning damage to all that touches it's surface.
Buff/Debuff Magic: Used mostly on himself to boost his resistance to his weaknesses and to debuff others to slow them down or ensnare them.
Fire Projectile Magic: A multitude or Projectile Magic attacks that use fire as it's fuel. Anything from a Fireball to town sized Fire Waves.
Undead Summoning magic: Vaettir can summon groups of High tier undead summons.
Appearance John stands at 5' 9" with broad shoulders with a athletic build and Tan complexion. He wears his light brown hair in a Taper and Fade and it is complimented by his Hazel eyes. A small by noticeable scar streaks just under his chin. Becoming more noticeable when he hasn't shaved for several days due to the missing facial hair. Although that is a rare occurrence.
He wears his uniform with Pride. Always properly ironed and pressed. Even his pants have a perfect crease down the center. His hair always has some sort of gel in it and he often wears some cologne. This is all to keep up his facade about him being more Wealthy then he is. It usually works. He also wears non corrected glasses to complete the look.
Personality If people would assume John to be the typical rich kid stereotype, they would be dead wrong. In general public he is a very Charming individual that seems humble and kind to anyone. Even a little too formal to most. Regardless of their background or Dorm, John finds friends with all groups. He talks with a sophistic calm voice and is usually very knowledgeable about most topics and his teachers would confirm this as he is a Star student.
Some more pessimistic individuals would say it is all an act and he is hiding something. They would be right. Although it isn't as malicious as the Naysayers would think. He only hides his past from everyone and the True reason he came to the school. He also hides his short temper, which is usually built throughout the day and released with violent video games or loud Rock music.
During intense duels his 'street' side begins to come out. His accent changing from a low sophistication to a harsh slang. His anger also begins to peak out. It wouldn't be too hard for the ones who have been with him since day one at the Dorm to pick up on these subtle personality changes, but no one has yet found the truth to his past.
History John Joseph Graham IV was born in New York city, USA. His family was quite wealthy for most of his childhood until his Father was eventually caught up in a Large group that was involved in Insider Trading. This tore his Parents apart as his Father became an Abusive Alcoholic fighting the case. Although John's Mother, Mariam was a tough Women and took her Twelve year old son and Fifteen Year old Daughter away from the Home and to a small apartment in Tokyo, Japan. With them she took half of her Husbands savings and a collection of Vehicles.
While the money lasted a bit, it eventually began to ran out. Especially when his mother had to pay for his Sister's college funds. While they didn't live in a crime infested area of the city, it was still quite low income and the environment took it's tole on John. Several times he was caught and charged with his favorite crime. Gambling. The gambling that involved the Card game: Duel Monsters. No matter what his Mother threatened him with or punishment received, John continued to find his way on the streets. Not only for the fun of the game, but the nice money he made for someone of his young age. Of course, it was also a rebellious act from the fact that his former pampered life never brought much action to him and while no longer Rich he claimed he could properly fit himself in the Tokyo Ghetto.
John's Mother was a smart Woman. She knew no matter what she did, she couldn't stop him. He had this drive that she never had seen in him before. She wanted to direct this into something he could do for the rest of his life. This is how she discovered Harmonia United. Deciding to send him there so he could use his drive for something better than crime. Maybe even one day becoming famous and bringing honor back to his family. With a substantial amount of their money saved, she bough him his supplies and sent him off the Summer he had graduated. Much to his joy.
In his first year he was very... Average. The culture shock of these duelist trying to be professionals instead of just gambling for drug money made him feel out of place. To counteract this he became something he wasn't. Using his prior knowledge from his Rich life style as a child, he dressed, talked, and acted as if he was still a true member of the Graham family back in the United States. It wasn't until the beginning of the second year did he shine at the Academy. His drive renewed after hearing from his sister that his Mom was becoming sick. Stage Two Breast Cancer to be exact. The medical bills were stacking and with her not able to work often and his Sister being a full time Student the bills were becoming more than expensive. Now Jack had something more than himself to Duel for. Ironically it involved money, a constant Demon in his life that he wasn't new to.
Dorm Dark
Deck theme
CyberDark
Monsters
Cyberdark Dragons
Cyber Dragons
Red-Eyes Dragons
Hunter Dragon
Masked Dragon
Spells
Cyberdark Inferno
Cyberdark Impact
The Claw of Hermos
Foolish Burial
Overload Fusion
Polymerization
Swords of Revealing Light
Dragon Nails
Stop Defense
Traps
Red-Eyes Fang with Chain
Crush Card Virus
Trap Hole
Rivalry of Warlords
Jar of Avarice
Gamble
Nutrient Z
Final Attack Orders
Extra Deck
Cyberdark Dragon
Cyberdarkness Dragon
Chimeratech Megafleet Dragon
Red-Eyes Black Dragon Sword
Cyber End Dragon
Cyber Twin Dragon
Cyber Eternity Dragon
The 4 NPC's
-Description- The Second best in the Dark Dorm. Yoshii is also from Tokyo slums and is the best friend and Rival to John. A extremely gently man, but many wouldn't be able to guess from his looks. He also isn't what you would call an intellectual. He never received much of a Education growing up, but has a firm grasp of street smarts and commonsense. Definitely known as the friendliest of the Dark Dorm and the one that ends up pulling the most Ladies. Appearance: Yoshii is a rough looking man. With a large scar across his forehead and crossing down his left cheek, some find it scary while others find it unique. He is almost 6'5" with a wide frame completely composed of muscle. A beast of a man. Like John he takes Pride in his uniform, always making sure it looks presentable in public. Almost always wearing some kind of designer Sunglasses. Deck: Chaos(Light+Dark)
-Description- One of the few Females in the Dark dorm, she is feared by most of her Dorm. She resembles a Model which usually tricks other Students of assuming a beautiful personality. Although most know her as a extreme drama queen, arrogant, and cruel. The word 'Mean' would be a extreme understatement. She is never really seen hanging out with anyone and anyone who would talk to her for five minutes would know why. Nicked named Satan by her ever so growing 'Fan base'. Appearance: Green eyes, long Blonde hair, and a light complexion Kiya resembles a Fashion Model. Standing at only 5'5" she is a little demon that crawled out of Hell itself. Wearing a Red bow and always having longer Red painted nails in addition to her uniform. Deck: Blackwing
-Description- Another Foreigner in the Dark Dorm. He is extremely quiet to most his peers and is usually seen alone most of the time in the Academy. Preferring to keep most his friends online rather than in Real life. Although he is extremely smart and is a A+ student in every subject. Knowing anything inside and out about duel monster. While a loner, he is usually overly respectful to any that talk to him and is able to properly interact socially, just choosing not too. Appearance: Having a dark complexion, medium height, and a fatter build. Also having Black curly hair, Brown eyes, and extremely hairy. He resembles someone who hails from his home country of Jordan. Although his uniform slowly gets worse as the week passes before resetting after the weekend. Deck: Destiny HERO
-Description- Known as the most annoying person in the whole academy. A Prankster, Spaz, and Creep. He has gotten by the skin of his teeth every year, due to being a terrible student. In conduct and in grades. When he isn't in class, he is probably skipping to make a prank or spy on girls. The school matters little much to him and only truly gets away with so many of his antics due to his Family being an extremely wealthy Family and one with many connections. Still he duels well enough. Some would say extremely well for the Grades he receives or his personality. His Toon Deck representing him more than any other. Appearance: Esumi is Thin and tall, standing at 6'2" with a extremely light complexion. With messy Black hair and Blue eyes. His uniform is almost always dirty and wrinkled. His collar almost always flipped and his Tie loose around his neck. He is always wearing some kind of Designer belt, golden watch, and multiple rings and chains. Showing off his wealth in an attempt to hide his nature to newcomers. Deck: Toon-Monsters
I was wondering If I could add one that will be nothing more of a plot device and friend of silver when the world gets real. I'll write up the CS, but she won't really have many or useful skills or be a high level. Just a servant to him and he role plays her as his squire that holds gear him. Basically a extra inventory space and does logistical stuff like upgrading weapons. Her only skills will be like buffs cutting down material costs, carry capacity, and upgrade times.
Ok, well my computer crashed so I lost all my Personality and History, but docs at least saved my re edited deck. Again I don't know the meta of the game so I went back to the old days and grabbed some cards that had cool effects.
@FoxSoxs Just off your WIP I already want to point out something.
This isn't the IRL game, so you don't need to go off IRL deck standards. Floodgates like the Solemn brigade, mirror force cards or even just Allure of Darkness aren't reccomended. Allure doesn't help you since you can just choose what to draw into anyway, and it's a +0. Try to go for more interesting cards; I recommend gimmicky stuff like Three-Strike-Barrier, Fusion Guard, Defense Draw, Half Unbreak, Power Wall, ...
Considering we're scripting, situational cards often wound up with much more interesting effects to play around with. There's not much point to going overly meta, as you actually pigeonhole yourself into a few select, boring plays. Just look at the completed Machi Vs. Kanna duel for reference; Despite it being Nekroz, Kanna still used a bad card like Sealing Ceremony of Suiton for that dramatic end, and Machi used a card like Double Attack which isn't even that good. Or hell, just the premise: In no sane world should Jurrac give Nekroz that hard of a time.
Also, try to show you run some non-cyberdarks. It'd be pretty silly for the resident dagon-equip deck to not run any dragons, ay?
EDIT: I also kind of, uh, just noticed the space above 'age' was a character name. I think it'd be preferred if you took a bit of a lighter colour that's easier on the eyes, because it's not really readable. The previous guy had the same issue -w-'
I'll make the changes and keep what you said in mind when I finish it up. I haven't played Yugioh in forever so sorry about the meta build. I did some research on a deck for it. The newer cyberdark cards can equip with the old ones since they meet the criteria for the equip (Being 3 stars and having the Dragon type). To fit the deck theme I have all cyberdarks then not needing the old school Hunter Dragon staple.
Sorry if this was said, but are we fighting the NPC's also? I assume the PC responsible for them will play them or are we just fighting champions? I assume the world NPC's will also have a part ran by the GMs as well.
Appearance John stands at 5' 9" with broad shoulders with a athletic build and Tan complexion. He wears his light brown hair in a Taper and Fade and it is complimented by his Hazel eyes. A small by noticeable scar streaks just under his chin. Becoming more noticeable when he hasn't shaved for several days due to the missing facial hair. Although that is a rare occurrence.
He wears his uniform with Pride. Always properly ironed and pressed. Even his pants have a perfect crease down the center. His hair always has some sort of gel in it and he often wears some cologne. This is all to keep up his facade about him being more Wealthy then he is. It usually works. He also wears non corrected glasses to complete the look.
Personality If people would assume John to be the typical rich kid stereotype, they would be dead wrong. In general public he is a very Charming individual that seems humble and kind to anyone. Even a little too formal to most. Regardless of their background or Dorm, John finds friends with all groups. He talks with a sophistic calm voice and is usually very knowledgeable about most topics and his teachers would confirm this as he is a Star student.
Some more pessimistic individuals would say it is all an act and he is hiding something. They would be right. Although it isn't as malicious as the Naysayers would think. He only hides his past from everyone and the True reason he came to the school. He also hides his short temper, which is usually built throughout the day and released with violent video games or loud Rock music.
During intense duels his 'street' side begins to come out. His accent changing from a low sophistication to a harsh slang. His anger also begins to peak out. It wouldn't be too hard for the ones who have been with him since day one at the Dorm to pick up on these subtle personality changes, but no one has yet found the truth to his past.
History John Joseph Graham IV was born in New York city, USA. His family was quite wealthy for most of his childhood until his Father was eventually caught up in a Large group that was involved in Insider Trading. This tore his Parents apart as his Father became an Abusive Alcoholic fighting the case. Although John's Mother, Mariam was a tough Women and took her Twelve year old son and Fifteen Year old Daughter away from the Home and to a small apartment in Tokyo, Japan. With them she took half of her Husbands savings and a collection of Vehicles.
While the money lasted a bit, it eventually began to ran out. Especially when his mother had to pay for his Sister's college funds. While they didn't live in a crime infested area of the city, it was still quite low income and the environment took it's tole on John. Several times he was caught and charged with his favorite crime. Gambling. The gambling that involved the Card game: Duel Monsters. No matter what his Mother threatened him with or punishment received, John continued to find his way on the streets. Not only for the fun of the game, but the nice money he made for someone of his young age. Of course, it was also a rebellious act from the fact that his former pampered life never brought much action to him and while no longer Rich he claimed he could properly fit himself in the Tokyo Ghetto.
John's Mother was a smart Woman. She knew no matter what she did, she couldn't stop him. He had this drive that she never had seen in him before. She wanted to direct this into something he could do for the rest of his life. This is how she discovered Harmonia United. Deciding to send him there so he could use his drive for something better than crime. Maybe even one day becoming famous and bringing honor back to his family. With a substantial amount of their money saved, she bough him his supplies and sent him off the Summer he had graduated. Much to his joy.
In his first year he was very... Average. The culture shock of these duelist trying to be professionals instead of just gambling for drug money made him feel out of place. To counteract this he became something he wasn't. Using his prior knowledge from his Rich life style as a child, he dressed, talked, and acted as if he was still a true member of the Graham family back in the United States. It wasn't until the beginning of the second year did he shine at the Academy. His drive renewed after hearing from his sister that his Mom was becoming sick. Stage Two Breast Cancer to be exact. The medical bills were stacking and with her not able to work often and his Sister being a full time Student the bills were becoming more than expensive. Now Jack had something more than himself to Duel for. Ironically it involved money, a constant Demon in his life that he wasn't new to.
Dorm Dark
Deck theme
CyberDark
Monsters
Cyberdark: Cannon, Claw, Edge, Horn, Keel
Cyber Dragon
Cyber Dragon Core
Cyber Dragon Drei
Red-Eyes Baby Dragon
Red Eyes Black Dragon
Red-Eyes Darkness Dragon
Hunter Dragon
Masked Dragon
Spells
Cyberdark Inferno
Cyberdark Impact
The Claw of Hermos
Foolish Burial
Overload Fusion
Polymerization
Swords of Revealing Light
Dragon Nails
Stop Defense
Traps
Red-Eyes Fang with Chain
Crush Card Virus
Trap Hole
Rivalry of Warlords
Jar of Avarice
Gamble
Nutrient Z
Final Attack Orders
Extra Deck
Cyberdark Dragon
Cyberdarkness Dragon
Chimeratech Megafleet Dragon
Red-Eyes Black Dragon Sword
Cyber End Dragon
Cyber Twin Dragon
Cyber Eternity Dragon
The 4 NPC's
-Description- The Second best in the Dark Dorm. Yoshii is also from Tokyo slums and is the best friend and Rival to John. A extremely gently man, but many wouldn't be able to guess from his looks. He also isn't what you would call an intellectual. He never received much of a Education growing up, but has a firm grasp of street smarts and commonsense. Definitely known as the friendliest of the Dark Dorm and the one that ends up pulling the most Ladies. Appearance: Yoshii is a rough looking man. With a large scar across his forehead and crossing down his left cheek, some find it scary while others find it unique. He is almost 6'5" with a wide frame completely composed of muscle. A beast of a man. Like John he takes Pride in his uniform, always making sure it looks presentable in public. Almost always wearing some kind of designer Sunglasses. Deck: Chaos(Light+Dark)
-Description- One of the few Females in the Dark dorm, she is feared by most of her Dorm. She resembles a Model which usually tricks other Students of assuming a beautiful personality. Although most know her as a extreme drama queen, arrogant, and cruel. The word 'Mean' would be a extreme understatement. She is never really seen hanging out with anyone and anyone who would talk to her for five minutes would know why. Nicked named Satan by her ever so growing 'Fan base'. Appearance: Green eyes, long Blonde hair, and a light complexion Kiya resembles a Fashion Model. Standing at only 5'5" she is a little demon that crawled out of Hell itself. Wearing a Red bow and always having longer Red painted nails in addition to her uniform. Deck: Blackwing
-Description- Another Foreigner in the Dark Dorm. He is extremely quiet to most his peers and is usually seen alone most of the time in the Academy. Preferring to keep most his friends online rather than in Real life. Although he is extremely smart and is a A+ student in every subject. Knowing anything inside and out about duel monster. While a loner, he is usually overly respectful to any that talk to him and is able to properly interact socially, just choosing not too. Appearance: Having a dark complexion, medium height, and a fatter build. Also having Black curly hair, Brown eyes, and extremely hairy. He resembles someone who hails from his home country of Jordan. Although his uniform slowly gets worse as the week passes before resetting after the weekend. Deck: Destiny HERO
-Description- Known as the most annoying person in the whole academy. A Prankster, Spaz, and Creep. He has gotten by the skin of his teeth every year, due to being a terrible student. In conduct and in grades. When he isn't in class, he is probably skipping to make a prank or spy on girls. The school matters little much to him and only truly gets away with so many of his antics due to his Family being an extremely wealthy Family and one with many connections. Still he duels well enough. Some would say extremely well for the Grades he receives or his personality. His Toon Deck representing him more than any other. Appearance: Esumi is Thin and tall, standing at 6'2" with a extremely light complexion. With messy Black hair and Blue eyes. His uniform is almost always dirty and wrinkled. His collar almost always flipped and his Tie loose around his neck. He is always wearing some kind of Designer belt, golden watch, and multiple rings and chains. Showing off his wealth in an attempt to hide his nature to newcomers. Deck: Toon-Monsters
