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The Crescent Academy

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The Crescent Academy

Ezzeil Makarov

Ironic, the sky was my prison, and now these chains are my freedom.

Name: Ezzeil Makarov


Age: 20

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Height: 6'1

Mage Type: Warlock

Magic: Enchantment, Conjuration of inanimate objects, and Manipulation.

Bio: Ezzeil was born the bastard son of a noble. His father had been an influential, and powerful lightning sorcerer, manipulating electricity with ease. And his mother was a peasant, a girl who'd since birth been able to manipulate storms, and rains. At birth, Ezzeil had been given extraordinary powers, he'd seemingly been gifted a natural control over storms, he'd been born a druid. However, his powers hadn't manifested immediately. The mother had cared for the child in secret, while the father visited in secrecy. Oddly enough, Ezzeil had shown no magical talent. And, with time the father's curiosity of how such was possible began into rage at what he thought was a betrayal.

On Ezzeil's eighth birthday his father showed up, red faced from too much alcohol. He ignored the child, heading straight for Ezzeil's mother, and with a mixture of rage, and alcohol he grabbed her by the throat, and sent his electricity throughout her body, making her convulse, and shake before all that was left was a lump, and the odor of burning flesh.

Ezzeil stared at his father, only feeling rage and with a tremendous CLAP his father transformed into a brilliant mixture of yellow, orange, and red. He'd killed his own father. Feeling only sorrow, he fled into the clouds, his new found powers paving him a pathway into the skies.

For years, he stared down at people, wherever he walked he brought about a storm, each step bringing lightning, and each clap bringing thunder. He knew of no way to return down to the land he'd once called home, and found he was forever held prisoner by his powers, seemingly destined to remain in the sky. People would sometimes stare into the storms he brought, seeing the clouds, and very rarely a glimpse of a child, walking among them. And, thus they nicknamed him The Child of The Storm.

The whispers of this so called child reached the ears of a powerful deity, known as Catena(Chain), she was a deity, forever seeking more power, and with her newest interest, she began observing this child of the storm, whilst thinking of how to obtain this young one's powers. It hadn't taken her long to find her answer.

For, whenever she'd observed him, he'd always been staring down in envy at the people below, almost jealous of them. And so, she approached the now teenage boy. "It is freedom you seek, yes? Freedom from these black clouds, and the freedom to walk among men?" He hadn't even bothered looking up to she who had approached.

"Of course, and yet I can't escape my own power" His strength, soon enough it would belong to her.

"Then perhaps I could offer you a deal? A deal to remove your worries, and ease your bonds. A deal to allow you to walk among those who you spy down at with envy." This had pulled his attention away from down below, and now upon her face. With a grin stretching from ear to ear he'd asked only one question,

"What do I need to do?"

In return for his abilities, he'd been bound to the earth, given two black keyhole's on either wrist, and a golden key. Now, he's set his sights on Crescent Academy in hopes that he can develop these new gifts among the people he once walked above.

Other: Ezzeil currently has an inability to cast or maintain spells with a distance longer than 1 foot, excluding enchantments which are bound to objects.
Inserting the key into the keyholes on either of his wrists will give Ezzeil a gamble. One keyhole will restore his powers as a Druid, and break their contract, and the other will gift Catena the one thing he hadn't given her, his life.

The Kingdom of Aaester: The Rise of the Tengu Users (Akame Ga Kiru Based) RP

Malius Onni

Life is like a school test, and I get to be the teacher! Some may pass, but most shall fail, and with each passing day your lessons shall only grow harsher. Heh...heh...


Name:
Malius, or Mal

Age:
27

Gender:
Male

Personality:
Malius has a very analytic mind, accompanied by an affinity for insanity. Albeit an odd one. Rather than rejoicing in the sight of blood as many would believe he does, rather he loves pure, unstained death, and will refuse the use of any weapon. He prefers fighting solely with his hands, using mainly grapels, throws, and pressure points to subdue opponents, and while doing so he relies heavily on his tengu. Fighting this way, he attempts to leave bodies as clean as possible with as few traces of blood as he can muster. The mere sight of it sickens him.

Goals/Motive:
His driving factors are his three greatest interests, those being the concepts of: Death, fate, and perfection. And while those are his three goals that he has sought after, his one driving force is that of perfection. You see, he has never experienced perfection in any living creature; the most vile, and insane person would always have some sort of motive, meaning the weren't truly perfectly evil. And the bravest of champions would always have some selfishness in his desires, showing he wasn't perfectly good. With this revelation he searched after what his tengu was unable to show him. His first thought was Death. A death so pristine, the living would look down, not with pity, but with envy, for the afterlife could very well be true serenity. His following thought was that of the belief in fate. He wasn't one who had believed in such things. However, he now seeks to see if fate could not only be the definition, but the cause of his much sought after perfection.

Bio/History:
Malius had lived as a noble, deep within the Aaester Kingdom. His parents had been obsessed with perfection, their house had been one of the greatest examples. It was a perfect cube, divided into eight living quarters.The house was no wider than it was tall, and each room was the perfect shape, each one had been so well kept, they seemed more like prizes than living quarters. Malius hated their wasting of time on such trivial matters. There were more important things than their house, like himself for example. He spent his hours with tutors, and books, rarely ever socializing, developing a distaste for the very meaning of life itself. After all, it was something that others selfishly grasped onto, whereas they could simply disregard it for others? Unfair.

However, after a time he had finally received his wanted attention on almost everyday following his 13th birthday his parents had pampered him, groomed him, and gave him unrivaled attention. It felt like victory, complete and utter victory. However, this pampering wasn't to fill his own needs, rather it was to fill their own.

On his 15th birthday, rather than waking up in his soft, comfortable bed, he'd awoken strapped down to a steel chair, leather straps binding his legs, arms, and neck, holding him fast against the chair. And when he'd looked up, he could see both his mother, and father staring down at him, with not only satisfaction in their eyes but also an unmistakable amount of glee, their grins stretching from ear to ear. His father leaned down, his face a few inches from his son's ear. "Don't worry son, with this you will be true perfection,"

His mother had followed suite,"With this gem, you're going to be my perfect little boy. Just wait, you'll see. My sweet." Malius looked to his left to see a doctor stroll in, sweat creasing his brow, and a look of excitement in his eyes.

"The compatibility of your boy is stupendous! At this rate, we'll be looking at some smooth sailing down the road." The excitement in his eyes disappeared for a moment."Sir, are you sure you really want to do this to your own son? The process is going to be excruciating, and the after effects could be..."

"I'm fully aware. You'll be starting immediately, and I want no more talk of what you are getting paid to prevent." With this, the doctor scurried off, and Malius drifted off into what was most likely a drug induced sleep.

This time, waking up was different, he could feel a could lump being pushed against his throat, it was only a normal push at first, but slowly it began to exceed what he thought possible. With every notch it increased it's strength, he could also feel two quick beats, sending agonizing pain shooting through his very being. Thud-thud, pain. Thud-thud, pain. He realized it was his heartbeat, at some point it became painful to live. He could now feel the cold hard thing separating his skin, feeling like a torch was being stuck into his collar, causing a burning feeling. However, as it pushed deeper his feelings began to overlap. His pain rapidly multiplied, almost exactly doubling what he had felt before. Although, it was odd. He was unable to open his eyes throughout this torture, and yet he could see in his mind a clear image of a white ceiling, accompanied by his father's look of success and his mother's look of defeat. And, sure enough he was suddenly able to open his eyes again, and clearly seeing the image that had been displayed previously. The pain suddenly stopped coursing throughout his body, and instead it was only focused on a few areas. His head, and the stone embedded into his neck.

However, his mother had been unsatisfied. The surgery had gifted him his own Tengu, seemingly hardwired into his system. But, it had caused his eyes to change colours to a glowing pink, accompanied by a streak leading to his left eye. She had wanted his brain to be affected, not his sight! The mere thought of him lead her mind to words such as failure, or imperfection. She decided to erase him herself.

However, with his Tengu, she was no match, for the 15 year old Malius, who had witnessed her attack continuously through his eye, knowing exactly which path to take to ensure his livelyhood. And as he looked down at his mothers dead, lifeless body he saw her as he'd never seen her before. Completely beautiful, someone he could truly love(Excluding the ten finger shaped bruises encircling her neck) Ah... So, is this the true perfection you had fought after mother? Or is your afterlife your only remedy for your desire's for perfection? He thought to himself. He was able to foresee his father busting down the door before killing his son in a few seconds, so he made his escape through an open window, a few feet away, and decided what better a place to look for perfection than the military?

The following years, he'd quickly soared through the ranks, thanks to his tengu and after 12 years has earned his place among the jaegers, an elite group, built to hunt down other Tengu users.

Tengu:

Name:
Analytic Amethyst

Creation:
It's said that there were three processes behind the Amethysts creation. Flame, science, and magic. The stone itself was originally a thick, black, empty shell, created in the deepest depths of a volcano, using magic to extract it from the volcano, magic was used to deliver it to a team of scientists, studying the likelihood this rare stone had potential for greatness. And thus, some of the greatest minds were poured into it. Figuratively, and literally. The magic wielders quickly turned on the scientists, forcing their very essences into the stone, granting it a purple hue. Some may say that the scientists live on within the stone, their vengeful souls forever trapped, despising life itself.

The stone was also embedded into Malius's chest. A process not needed for regular use.

Type: Support/Utility

Required Compatibility:
uncalculated touch of a traitor The Amethyst requires a wise mind, accompanied by the pain of betrayal, whether slight or large, the betrayal needs to have a least affected on either an emotional or psychotic level, thus drastically darkening the users sense of what is right in this world. Users commonly display emotions such as resourcefulness, self-pity, hatred, and distrust.

Main Ability:
Foreseeable foresight This grants the user the ability to foresee other's moves 5-20 seconds in advance, allowing them to calculate the future for any movement they does in the foreseen future, and how their opponent will react. (However, with the stone inserted into his chest, this reduces Malius's foreseeable time down to 1-8 seconds, but allows him to trigger it with less strain, easier, and without hindering his movements. This also exclusively clouds his vision in his right eye, whereas no such thing would occur for others.)

Hidden Ability:
Foresight of foresight With intense focus, using the Analytic Amethyst one can multiply their foresight by 6 times their original limits. However, this cause's weariness, hunger, and can hinder the user greatly. It also hugely amplifies the available futures that could happen with the users actions, thus it is rarely used.

Analytic Awareness This is a passive ability, giving the user a heightened sense of his or her surroundings.

How did your character obtain their Tengu? His Tengu was implanted into his chest by his Mother and Father, in hopes that they would have the perfect child.

Equipment/Assets:
Hand-to-Hand training He's been training himself in Hand-to-Hand combat since he'd joined the military, and took lessons from anyone he could. All so he could preserve his kills.

Thin lab coat His light clothing suits his fighting style, allowing him to move fast, and strike where/when he needs to.

War of the Angelic Trio: Reboot

Dominick lay on one of the arches extending off of the edge of one of Lucifer’s castles. He flipped through his notebook, eyes dashing across the pages, viewing the faces of the deceased. It made him feel remorseful, but it somehow grounded him, made him feel humane. He pulled his eyes away from his book of memories, and stared into the sky, letting out a sigh. He pondered over the things he’d heard from the other men of the army, A round table treaty, I wonder what the higher-ups are thinking… Do they think it time that Lucifer should return to its former glory?

Dominick had been raised in Lucifer, and his father had passed down stories from generations long past, tales of power, and wealth, where the might of Lucifer was truly undeniable, where Lucifer had stood at the top of the world. Whether what he had been told were tales of fiction or history he didn't care, he chose to believe them anyways.

He looked down at his book, seeing his sister’s face dissipate, and reform into his father’s face. At that point he shut his book, and stood. He looked over the edge, then to a window a few feet away, debating on which route down he should take. Strut through the castle like a king, or scale my way down? There was no competition. Just by a lowly warrior such as himself being up here was overstepping his boundaries, walking through the halls would grant him the same fate as the previous king; a good dethroning. He began to descend the side of the castle wall, hoping that nobody would spot him. “I knew coming up here was a stupid idea,” he muttered under his breath.

Welcome to Aurora

Adam leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, a few feet away from the crowd, head facing the ship, scanning each person exiting. So many people were going insane for 'THE Jack Maverous' the head of Aurora, genius extraordinaire. Adam was there less out of a show of thanks, and more out of a curiosity. And this curiosity wasn't purely directed at Jack either, it was also directed towards the new faces, and the new talents that were being brought into the Aurora facility.

The first person to exit was, who he assumed to be Jack Maverous. He wasn't anything special, surprisingly. He appeared as most people would, squinting as he exited the ship. Even though Adam could feel by the way he carried himself that he wasn't run-of-the-mill he still felt quite normal. Adam squinted, trying to observe him the best he could from this distance. He lacked any sort of muscular build, and appeared as most scientists would. Though, I really shouldn't have expected something amazing. He creates people like us, not like he is one of us so called heroes, Adam thought to himself. He wasn't much of the calculative type, but Jack had certainly peeked his curiosity.

He continued looking at the newbie's walking out of the ship. There really wasn't anything remarkable about these guys, either. Jack had certainly done a good job at hiding any sort of modifications over the years. "Gah, way to wreck the fun of the guessing game," He said, as he walked back into the facility. He'd wanted to guess their powers, but as of late, his chances of guessing their powers were pretty much zero, he was a 3rd generation hero, and when he had joined Aurora, he'd been able to take guesses at almost anyone's abilities. He looked down at his black nails as he strode inside. Then again, I don't give away much either. He stopped walking as he realized he'd had no destination in mind. "Hmm... should I go train, or go to the gym?" he said, brow furrowed, scratching his head, as he pondered his choices.

War of the Angelic Trio: Reboot

Darn, that just happened. Are we going to need a new king for Lucifer before we can start the RP?

Welcome to Aurora

BKburke said
@Trillion- accepted. Also if you do plan on editing, let me know of the editions you make.

Oh, sorry about that. I'd written that down when I'd started my CS and was brain storming ideas for his bio. I'd just forgotten to remove it is all. Unless there's some typos, I don't plan on editing it any more.

Welcome to Aurora

Adam Cullen

Appearance:


Name:
Adam Cullen

Age:
20

Gender:
Male

Generation:
3rd gen, the use of his powers have turned his eyes red, and nails black.

Powers/Abilities:
The ability to dissipate into a mist, and reform back into his human form. He can individually dissipate parts of his body, and control them psycho-kinetically in mist form, allowing him to return severed limbs or lost blood if given a few seconds.(He is however, unable to generate dead cells, meaning he can't heal skin, destroyed muscle tissue, or organs, any type of wound fitting those injuries must heal naturally.) In mist form he is also able to go through low density objects, or materials. (As a reference the highest density object he can pass through is wood.) Changing to mist form while in a regular standing stance can allow him to accelerate to a running pace in about a second.

He has also been trained in karate by his father.

Bio:
Adam had been raised by an extremely strict father, obsessed with karate and the head of a karate dojo. However, his son had constantly disappointed him with his lack of both skill, and willingness to learn. This enraged his father, and to teach his son the art of karate he changed his methods. Adam was continuously beaten by his father, and forced into sparring matches. If he were to succeed, his father would show him compassion, and would lovingly coddle him. However, whenever he failed, his father would have a match with his son, beating his mistakes into him. On his 17th birthday, he had joined a tournament. However, he failed the entry rounds. His father, enraged by the disappointment his son had caused him attacked him, but Adam gave up. After taking a beating from his father, he ran. He abandoned house, home, and his father and fled.
The first place that he found that offered both money, and housing was the facility known as Aurora. Ever since, he has been living within, and working for Aurora. Abandoning the very thought of his abusive father.

Other:
Maverous, and this can, and will most likely be edited.

War of the Angelic Trio: Reboot

"I'm a...monster. I deserve neither dreams or honor"
"Am I ever happy? Can I be happy? Or do I just not allow it?"
Name: Dominick Redd
Age: 21
Species: Human
Role: Warrior
Kingdom: The Kingdom of Lucifer
Abilities: Dominick possesses no abilities as he is human.
Small biography: A warrior with a dark past. As a child he'd enjoyed sparring with his elder sisters, however after a series of events he lost control over himself, brutally murdering his sisters during a sparring match. Followed by himself gleefully murdering his father, a blacksmith. He's felt remorse ever since, and knows that psychotically he possesses some sort of mental problem, causing him to love murder and bloodshed while fighting. Afterwards however, he remorse's over what he's done, feeling a burden for any lives he's taken. He fights quite offensively, usually constantly trying to break the enemies defenses, rather than defend himself and favors light clothing accompanied by a longsword in fights. Outside of practice he can be found staring at a blank notebook. While looking at the blank notebook he's able to envision the faces of those he has killed, his sisters and father included. He acts quite solemn, and it is uncommon for him to show displays of emotion. He respects those in higher positions than his, but does not go so low as to worship them.

Appearance

Weapon

Dominick forged the blade himself. He lined the sides of the sides of the blade with flint, allowing the blade to generate large amounts of sparks when colliding with steel.

War of the Angelic Trio: Reboot

Hey, question about joining this rp. I've been debating on creating a human warrior following either Lucifer or Gabriel, and I'd be able to have a CS up within 24 hours. The thing is that I won't be able to have access to the internet from the 16 to the 23 due to personal issues. Would it be okay if I could join in at a later date?
Edit: Ooh, scratch that. I'll have access to wifi. Working on a CS now.