Medium: Mainly words. She also keeps a trusty (and rather large) sword strapped to her back.
Appearance: Drew is exceedingly taller than other females, standing at around 6'0. Much more toned and muscular too, though she hides most of it under her clothes. Her hair is dirty blonde in colour and actually quite short, giving her a more 'manly' appearance. Her sharp eyes are an unusual burgundy colour, and she's often seen wearing a long sleeved, turtleneck black top and some grey leggings.
Personality: Drew is probably one of the most over-the-top people you'll ever meet. Though she may come off as flamboyant and a bit silly, Drew is actually very witty and clever, and isn't afraid to beat someone down with just words alone. In fact, being witty and quick to react to things is one of her greatest attributes, as well as the one she tries to show off the most. Although she might seem a bit mean and cruel because of this, Drew is a very fun, passionate and caring person. She also tends to stick her nose in things people would rather keep secret, so be wary of what you say when she's around.
Also, don't make Drew angry. Don't ask why. Just don't do it. Unless you want a gazillion swords shooting towards you. It's not fun, or safe either.
Bio: Drew was born into a family of Invokers who were well known for their use of metal manipulation. Although her family was significantly wealthier than some others, Drew's childhood was simpler than people think. She was to become powerful Invokers just like her parents, and Drew didn't seem to have any arguments against it. She found being flashy with her powers quite fun, actually.
Drew had actually been homeschooled for most of her life, but that didn't stop her from transforming into a social butterfly. Once her parents had decided it would be better for her to study elsewhere, the girl was enrolled into the academy AEIOU. Now its it's present day, and Drew will be studying at the academy for the first time. And honestly?
She doesn't know what to expect.
Electives: Existence Control and Combat
Extra:
- Has a tendency to call people much smaller than her 'Muffins' (specifically those of the opposite gender)
- Sleeps in the craziest positions
- Drew is ambidextrous, so she's actually quite proficient in wielding two swords at the same time.
Writing backstories aren't exactly my strong point so dun hurt meh
Name: Drew Sanders
Age: 18
Species: A measly little human
Aspect: Existence
Discipline: Metal
Medium: Mainly words. She also keeps a trusty (and rather large) sword strapped to her back.
Appearance: Drew is exceedingly taller than other females, standing at around 6'0. Much more toned and muscular too, though she hides most of it under her clothes. Her hair is dirty blonde in colour and actually quite short, giving her a more 'manly' appearance. Her sharp eyes are an unusual burgundy colour, and she's often seen wearing a long sleeved, turtleneck black top and some grey leggings.
Personality: Drew is probably one of the most over-the-top people you'll ever meet. Though she may come off as flamboyant and a bit silly, Drew is actually very witty and clever, and isn't afraid to beat someone down with just words alone. In fact, being witty and quick to react to things is one of her greatest attributes, as well as the one she tries to show off the most. Although she might seem a bit mean and cruel because of this, Drew is a very fun, passionate and caring person. She also tends to stick her nose in things people would rather keep secret, so be wary of what you say when she's around.
Also, don't make Drew angry. Don't ask why. Just don't do it. Unless you want a gazillion swords shooting towards you. It's not fun, or safe either.
Bio: Drew was born into a family of Invokers who were well known for their use of metal manipulation. Although her family was significantly wealthier than some others, Drew's childhood was simpler than people think. She was to become powerful Invokers just like her parents, and Drew didn't seem to have any arguments against it. She found being flashy with her powers quite fun, actually.
Drew had actually been homeschooled for most of her life, but that didn't stop her from transforming into a social butterfly. Once her parents had decided it would be better for her to study elsewhere, the girl was enrolled into the academy AEIOU. Now its it's present day, and Drew will be studying at the academy for the first time. And honestly?
She doesn't know what to expect.
Electives: Existence Control and Combat
Extra:
- Has a tendency to call people much smaller than her 'Muffins' (specifically those of the opposite gender)
- Sleeps in the craziest positions
- Drew is ambidextrous, so she's actually quite proficient in wielding two swords at the same time.
Vera's Natural Habitat (The Garden) "Yes, plants are my magical specialty, but what about yours? We don't get a chance to talk much, despite sharing a dorm."
Well, that was true. Although the girls Vera was sharing a dorm with weren't all that bad, it seemed she wasn't interacting with them as much as she expected. If she was to gain even a little bit of trust, then actually talking to them was her best bet.
And actually remembering their names, too.
"Manipulation over a wide range of plants… That is quite an ability you have there, Alicia. I'm a Bratus mage myself, however… my powers are much more limited."
Before Vera attempted to pull one of the withered plants, her little friend spoke up.
"No, they're still alive. Let me see what I can do. No promises, though."
Another chance to see Alicia's magic in action. Not that it was a bad thing, though. Some insight on her roommate's abilities was always useful. Slowly but gently, her new acquaintance invested all of her magic into the flowers' death bed, attempting to revive them back to good health. It was simple and not too spectacular but it got Vera hooked. If this girl where to practise a bit more, then…
No. As if Vera would worry over such things, right? Doing something like that was pretty troublesome, right?
"I did what I could, and I think they can still be saved. They'll need heavy doses of water and fertilizer, though. Get them back up to speed. And before you say anything, it was no problem. Much better test of my powers than working with healthy plants; that's pretty easy."
"My, such skill for a mage so young," Vera responded, despite their mere one year age gap. "Some people find it much easier to simply control plants, make them flourish. However, creating plants and how fast you can grow them depends solely on the person. In your case…"
Facing Alicia, Vera held out her ringed hand, focusing her magic power into it. It would begin to glow an emerald green before a small magic circle appeared, producing a single rose.
"…if you practise frequently, you'll be able to find it much easier to create plants if necessary. You're already quite talented, Alicia. It would be a shame to see such talent go to waste."
Vera then stepped away to reach for some fertiliser as Alicia had advised. Good thing she always left things where it would serve some use in the future.
"I guess it wouldn't hurt to teach you a few tricks of my own either."
Shit. How did something like that manage to slip out? Looking a bit taken back, Vera's body stiffened.
"That is… if you have time to spare, of course."
Yet another promise Vera would be reluctant to keep. Her mind seemed to say otherwise, however. How was she going to get out of this one?
The Gardens (again) Again, classes flew by like usual. Of course, these were only the first few days of school, so lessons were bound to be a breeze. Not that Vera minded, though. Less tiring lessons meant more concentration and care for the flower beds. She needed to get to tending those dying flowers and empty flower patches sooner or later.
Surprisingly, somebody was already there.
It was that girl she had met on her first day back at Montagne. Was it Alice? Lucy? Lucia? Vera hadn't even bothered to take note of it.
A smile crept onto her face as Vera approached Alicia. With her soft steps, it would have been hard to hear her walking in for the kill walking towards the girl. The encounter would have probably gone along the lines of 'creepy tall girl appears out of nowhere with a smile that makes shit shit themselves'.
Or maybe something else.
"Well, I guess it's not much of a surprise seeing you here, Alicia," Vera interrupted in her oh so gentle voice. The brunette smiled.
"I see… You have the ability to manipulate plants, correct?" she questioned, pointing to the ivy on the walls. "I don't recall seeing those ivy in that position yesterday afternoon."
Vera then brushed pass Alicia like a majestic fucking eagle ghost, heading towards a nearby patch of soil. Slipping on a pair of gloves she crouched down and eyed the wilted, wrinkled flowers. There was no saving them.
Another smile could be seen on Vera's face.
"It's advisable to remove withered flowers, is it not?
Faye is a very petite young woman, who is definitely much older than she looks. With her large blue eyes, small face and long wavy hair, it isn't unusual to see this woman using her childish looks to deceive her opponents. She's often seen in white and green bell sleeved dress that comes down to her knees, combat boots and a simple short cape with jagged edges. Her looks have often been compared to that of a fairy, with her thin build, pretty face and graceful movements. Faye stands at a mere 5'0. Her pointed ears and stunted growth are a sign of her mutation.
Gear: A very large pair of bladed fans which Faye calls her 'Wings'. They're actually quite captivating to look at, the colours ranging from light pinks to deep purples.
Abilities: A strange mutation in Faye's body has enabled her to jump much higher than the average human and extreme acrobatic skills (including amazing balance). She also possesses very fast reflexes and speed. Her grace and little to no effort in slicing down large numbers of people is what earned her the name 'Titania'.
Personality: Outwardly fun and cheerful, Faye is one of the supposedly more laid back members of the Huntsman Clan. She enjoys teasing others every now and then, and is actually very playful and a nice person to hang around. Although her words can sting sometimes, Faye isn't a bad person, and cares deeply for her close friends. Her drive to create a better world can be seen through her much more calm and serious side, and even if she does have some childish tendencies she will never be one to go into battle without a plan. Although not that old, Faye thinks of herself to be a wise woman, and doesn't hesitate to give advice to other people if needed.
Notes: Faye has a tendency to twirl her hair whenever she's talking to someone.
Shared Backstory:
The tale of these two women is a rather long one; but in a nutshell, we can say that these two have been through a lot together.
Any memories of Faye's parents are merely just vague, distorted images. For as long she could remember, Faye had always been part of a small circus that would travel around the city every now and then. Her natural talent for tightrope walking and amazing acrobatic skills was immediately noticed, and she soon became one of the stars of the show. Always dressed in her famous fairy costumes, the name Titania would always ring a bell in the circus's audience.
And so, Faye continued to live and perform, ceasing to age once she hit thirteen. It was when she was sixteen when she came across a wounded child while strolling through the darkness. If not for this certain girl's striking red hair, then Faye would have turned a blind eye towards her soon-to-be best friend.
Bruises and cuts covered the girl's skin, much to Faye's horror. The teen knew stuff like this happened, but she never thought she would see it with her own eyes. The girl, who looked around thirteen or so, refused to speak even a word. All she did was shake in her torn clothes and reddened skin. Of course, Faye took pity on the seemingly abused girl, dragging her back to the circus in hopes she could stay and be looked after for a while. Surprisingly enough, they did, but they would have to let the red head roam elsewhere after a week or so.
However, a day before she was to be sent on her way, Amaya displayed something that would eventually earn her a spot in the circus. After Faye had dropped a coin and struggled to reach for it, Amaya would lift up the large wardrobe with her own two hands. Faye couldn't recall anyone displaying superhuman strength in the circus yet.
So, Amaya stayed.
Although not as popular as the famous Titania, Amaya earned the simple stage name 'Roux'. Her display of her immense brute strength shocked the crowd, and soon enough Titania and Roux where the highlights of the show. This would go on until Faye turned twenty and Amaya turned ten; that was when things took a turn for the worst.
It all started off as just a walk in the dark with those two girls. Then, out of nowhere, bandits surrounded them, threatening them to empty out their pockets. These bandits where much more well equipped than Faye and Amaya had previously thought, and the two somehow got separated. With Faye being beaten to the ground and Amaya being held back on the floor, their deaths seemed inevitable.
"Leave her alone," where Amaya's first words in a long while.
And with that said, the group of bandits where smashed into the alleyway walls. Literally smashed into them, flesh, blood and all.
The 'foolish' act of Amaya would lead her to be thrown out of the circus completely. Nobody wanted a murderer walking around on stage. Knowing the young girl couldn't possibly look after herself on the streets (even if she was already 5'9 at the age of ten), Faye followed, letting the stage name Titania fade away from people's memories. Six years later, the two figured it was about time they found a way to make a use for their useless selves.
And the Huntsman Clan would definitely be able to fuel their needs.
Name: Amaya
Call sign: Roux
Age: 16 (appears to be 25-26 years old)
Appearance:
Unlike her close friend, Amaya is a very tall, muscular girl who is much younger than she looks. Her face and eyes are quite sharp and angular, and she is the literal opposite of Faye. She prefers much darker colours, donning a black raincoat that reaches her waist and a dark blue top and pants underneath. Most people tend to stay away from her, with her beady eyes and towering body. Amaya stands at a staggering 6'5.
Gear: A strong, bullet proof umbrella with a large, sharp tip at the end. Amaya treats this weapon like a rapier, but uses other features of the umbrella to defend herself (a button that automatically springs the umbrella open).
Abilities: Her superhuman strength is truly terrifying, capable of shattering bricks like glass and even denting steel. Amaya also has an extremely high pain tolerance, and has even been rumoured to not being able to feel pain at all (this is far from the truth, however).
Personality: Her scary looks differ very much from her Amaya's actual personality; extremely shy, extremely awkward and rarely speaks a couple of words a day, this girl isn't too comfortable with interacting with others, unlike the sociable Faye. She's extremely self conscious of her height and her 'masculine' figure, being only sixteen years of age and still developing physically and mentally. Amaya's always seen lingering behind Faye, and usually let's her do the talking. She shares close bonds with the people she really trusts, and tries her best to come out of her shell every once in a while. Amaya is probably one of the sweetest people out there; you just need to get a bit closer to her first.
Notes: Because she rarely speaks, some have created a small 'competition' in which they try to get Amaya to say at least seven sentences a day (which has only succeeded about once or twice). This results in many comedic situations, due to Amaya's oblivious nature.
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