Guy0fV4lor

You Can Become a Hero!

Gravitons of fun!

This CS is in storage-- if you wanna see it, PM me ya bitch

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

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@Zeroth@Duthguy

As Jason was violently thrown back from Geir, he found himself disoriented; but only for a moment, as the sudden flurry of attacks against Danny snapped him back to focus. "Danny--" he cried to his ally as he made another rush at the redhead, "I'll do my best to slow him down, if you can make a break for the animal pens, you'll have a better chance of losing him!"

As Geir made his second thrust, Jason collided with the young man's body and activated [Transparancy], attempting to get inside before that red edged soul of his; now beginning to flare up, could put up any sort of defense. It was clear that the boy didn't fear Jason; that he perceived Danny as the only real threat, and that was something that Jason needed to exploit in order to buy Danny he needed to get some distance between himself and the bloodthirsty swings of the adventurer's blade.

During his time as a spirit, had learned quite a bit about his newfound spiritual nature. Spirits would dissipate naturally into ambient mana. Eating unintelligent souls was seemingly not taboo. Fighting between two souls is more dependent on raw will, than sheer ability or resistances. That he could lock himself within the spiritual world of a creature's body; using that binding to possess it's body. And lastly, that memories could be used as weapons. He intended to utilize this knowledge as best he could.

Entering the spiritual world of Geir's body, Jason steeled his nerves for what he expected to be heavy resistance as he cast [Shield] on the outside of the inner world, essentially locking himself in, immediately followed by an instinctual activation of [Mana Drain]. Jason's mana surged within him as he charged at the spiritual center of the young warrior-- he could remember every scar he'd ever gotten. The way every old wound ached, and strained. The countless battles he'd fought. The weight of a gun in his calloused hands. The pungent stench of blood, and steel, and fire, and gunpowder. He was a soldier , and brother. Savior, and slaughterer. Leader, and follower.

His name was Jason-- and in this moment, his will was to protect the one person that had yet to abandon him in this strange new world. Fervor swelled within Jason's breast as he reached Geir's 'inner self'; just as the third strike was made, hooking under the outstretched arm with one hand, and over the opposite shoulder with the other-- Jason released a mighty battle cry as he clasped his hands together behind the redhead's neck, "ONOGORO--" Jason planted his foot across Geir's body as he torqued his hips into the redhead's abdomen, "GIVE ME STRENGTH!!!"

Surviving in a D-Tier Magical Academy - Always Accepting -

Baron

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@Ypnosi
Honestly, Baron hadn't expected such a clever comeback. Ever so slightly, a genuine smile crept onto his face accompanied by a slight chuckle. "I should certainly hope I don't feel the need to make you share your private quarters with me-- with a tongue sharp as that you might slit my throat while I sleep!" Baron's eyes brightened significantly as he gave Ms. 'Esteemed Elder' another lookover, and finally paid enough attention to pick up on her strange accent-- this girl had piqued his interest, and certainly had earned some shred of his respect. Taking a long drag from his cigarette, the boy's eyes sternly locked onto those of the 'Esteemed Elder', once more taking a more terse and cold tone of voice, "However 'Esteemed Elder'-- You seem to be mistaken; I am Baron Maximilian Nidavel. Baron is my name, not a title." he menacingly drew closer to the girl, like a wolf with its hackles raised. "Furthermore, I'll have you know that I have a brobdingnagian distaste for undeserved praise. Genius as I may be, I have yet to earn lordship and you would do well to remember that." Baron was nearly hanging over Aelich at this point, and yet he drew even closer, "Do I make myself cle--!!" before he could finish, Baron's foot stepped straight into a puddle of old machine grease launching him forward at his roommate!

Surviving in a D-Tier Magical Academy - Always Accepting -

Baron

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@Ypnosi
Baron's brow furrowed as his mouth broke into a twitching snarl; the nerve of this mere commoner was appalling!!! "And I was under the assumption that I would have a room completely to myself; as I requested." he responded bitterly, adjusting his glasses with his middle finger. "I suppose introductions are in order-- you will address me as Baron... he paused for a moment, mimicking the girl's exaggerated smile, "And what might your name be.... roomie?"

Surviving in a D-Tier Magical Academy - Always Accepting -

Baron

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@Ypnosi
The heels of Baron's boots clicked against the worn stones of Dorm Azalea's floor. Lighting another cigarette, he glared at the utter incompetence that surrounded him-- broken lights, fried outlets, poor ventilation, and horrendously outdated wiring. Even more infuriating, was the fact that the inside of the dorm was littered with delinquents and wretches, the type of squalor you'd find in a backalley slum. The sooner he could reach his assigned room, the sooner he could quench his urge to repair this complete shitstorm of a housing complex....

Scanning the room as he opened the door to A0, Baron was pleasantly surprised to see that with a bit of work, cleaning, and upgrading-- this could become a proper workshop! However, his brief bout of enthusiasm waned as his eyes fell upon the once cutting edge machines that littered the room, left to rot in this glorified landfill.

Speaking of which, there seemed to be a girl prodding one of the rusting scrapheaps; likely a straggler that didn't get the memo that this room was now occupied, "You do realize these are private quarters don't you? Why don't you mind your manners and go find some other place to squat."

The Vanishing Kingdom

@Lotrix Molick@Jollan
Crouching low, Anrak crept close to the chief and the other warriors, listening to the plan, nodding slowly as Dorran presented a rather well thought out plan... However, looking at the gate gate of the camp; it was comparable to thick trees lashed together with rough ropes, regardless of Hilde's gifts-- destroying the gate was definitely going to take a massive toll on her. But maybe......

"Oi lass--" Anrak whispered to the young guardian as he leaned towards her, "Save yer strength, if yeh jus' blow tha hinges, aye can take care uh tha door."

Surviving in a D-Tier Magical Academy - Always Accepting -

Not a Mad Scientist

ᴘʀᴏꜰɪʟᴇ

Name / Nickname: Baron Maximillian Nidavel; however those he considers his equals he allows to address him as Barry.
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Nationality: Federation

ᴘʜʏsɪᴄᴀʟ

Appearance :

(just add glasses)

Baron is roughly 5'11" and weighs 165lbs.

Species: Human
Physical Abilities / Skills: Though Baron is a casual smoker, he overall is in decent shape and is known to be a fairly good swimmer.

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Magical Style: The most fitting schools of magic to label Baron as a practitioner of, would be artifice and technomancy. The natural affinity of the mana he produced is (quite fittingly) electromagical energy.
Magical Quirks: One of the most prominent characteristics of the House Nidavel bloodline, is the family's ability to generate nigh unreasonable amounts of mana. This trait has manifested especially strong within Baron. However, such a gift is not without it's price; as the young Noble is physically unable to store mana he produces-- thus severly limiting his ability to spellcast outside of using some kind of channeling medium (which tend to explode). Another ailment stemming from this genetic trait was a physical inability to sleep, fortunately this symptom was rather quickly corrected after it first surfaced.
Magical Skills, Hobbies and Interests: Baron can overclock, short-circuit, or outright explode (though the explosions may happen regardless) magi-tech that he touches. He is skilled in general artifice, magical engineering, and manaphysics-- all of which he likes to further his knowledge of in his free time.

ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟ

Why are they enrolled in Fae Creek Academy?: Baron enrolled at Fae Creek in order to get a bit closer to nature, and out of the city while he works on a remedy for the "sleepwalking" issue he's recently developed. FCA simply seemed like the most suitable institution for... personal reasons.
Personality: Egotistical, Elitist, Arrogant
Backstory: During the little time that Baron spent with the interviewer, all that he was willing to disclose about his past was that he was the third son of Lord Cassidus Sebastian Nidavel, and thus third in line to head the noble family's prestiegous business Nidavalier Arms, Artifice, and Magi-tech.
General Skills, Hobbies and Interests: Baron is a reasonably skilled mechanic, loves to read, secretly likes seeing things explode every so often, and has always wanted to try fencing.

Surviving in a D-Tier Magical Academy - Always Accepting -

@Zinita Alright, so after no less than seven different renditions of an interview CS and still not liking how it turned out-- I decided to just do a normal sheet.

(I'm also just finishing this at 1 am so I apologize for any spelling/grammatical errors)

Not a Mad Scientist

ᴘʀᴏꜰɪʟᴇ

Name / Nickname: Baron Maximillian Nidavel; however those he considers his equals he allows to address him as Barry.
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Nationality: Federation

ᴘʜʏsɪᴄᴀʟ

Appearance :

(just add glasses)

Baron is roughly 5'11" and weighs 165lbs.

Species: Human
Physical Abilities / Skills: Though Baron is a casual smoker, he overall is in decent shape and is known to be a fairly good swimmer.

ᴍᴀɢɪᴄᴀʟ

Magical Style: The most fitting schools of magic to label Baron as a practitioner of, would be artifice and technomancy. The natural affinity of the mana he produced is (quite fittingly) electromagical energy.
Magical Quirks: One of the most prominent characteristics of the House Nidavel bloodline, is the family's ability to generate nigh unreasonable amounts of mana. This trait has manifested especially strong within Baron. However, such a gift is not without it's price; as the young Noble is physically unable to store mana he produces-- thus severly limiting his ability to spellcast outside of using some kind of channeling medium (which tend to explode). Another ailment stemming from this genetic trait was a physical inability to sleep, fortunately this symptom was rather quickly corrected after it first surfaced.
Magical Skills, Hobbies and Interests: Baron can overclock, short-circuit, or outright explode (though the explosions may happen regardless) magi-tech that he touches. He is skilled in general artifice, magical engineering, and manaphysics-- all of which he likes to further his knowledge of in his free time.

ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟ

Why are they enrolled in Fae Creek Academy?: Baron enrolled at Fae Creek in order to get a bit closer to nature, and out of the city while he works on a remedy for the "sleepwalking" issue he's recently developed. FCA simply seemed like the most suitable institution for... personal reasons.
Personality: Egotistical, Elitist, Arrogant
Backstory: During the little time that Baron spent with the interviewer, all that he was willing to disclose about his past was that he was the third son of Lord Cassidus Sebastian Nidavel, and thus third in line to head the noble family's prestiegous business Nidavalier Arms, Artifice, and Magi-tech.
General Skills, Hobbies and Interests: Baron is a reasonably skilled mechanic, loves to read, secretly likes seeing things explode every so often, and has always wanted to try fencing.

Surviving in a D-Tier Magical Academy - Always Accepting -

Think I might give this a shot. I'll try to have a CS up tonight.

I've got something of a Jekyll and Hyde type student in mind.

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

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@Zeroth@Duthguy

Though he was curious about this "Miiba", and whatever reincarnated pixie that had apparently been through here-- protecting Danny took priority. By the time the redhead had even begun to move toward Danny, Jason was already in position to intercept the imminent charge.

In terms of a distraction.... Well, could there anything more distracting than a giant glowing mass suddenly grappling your face while yelling directly into your brain?

Launching himself into the boy's face, Jason lightly activated [Ghost Touch]; the goal was to distract the kid-- not hurt him. As he attempted to wrap himself around the young man's head, he spoke directly into the mind of Danny's assailant with an amplified cast of [Telepathy], "If we were demons-- you would have just gotten yourself killed kid.... Stand down."

His tone was cold and commanding, the tone of voice one might hear when being told off by a Vietnam veteran before a bar fight-- the kind of tone that didn't just demand respect, but tore it straight out of your damn hands and scarfed it down like a stolen cookie.