Sadie

The New Titans (An Interest Check)

Interested

Welcome to Spy School

Interested

The Marchand School of Sorcery

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There was so much happening all at one time. So many students coming in and floating near the refreshments, then pairing off and speaking to several of their new classmates. It was so much like their old high school- it was amazing to think that these teenagers were all magical. So far, everyone was leaving the siblings alone at the food table, which Margie didn't really mind. It gave her just enough time to quell the nauseous feeling rumbling within her stomach. However, that steady was soon interrupted with a deep voice that continued on in a ramble.

Blinking, Margie turned her attention to the boy and offered him a small grin. Nothing he was saying was registering within her brain. Her mind continued to talk her nerves down, reminding her that she was to be cool and collected at this school. This was her chance to be a new person. Only a few words the boy said cut through, and her eyes glanced over to her brother to see that he was actually paying attention to the guy. A quick review of him found that Jaxon was studying the boy quite too intently, a smirk plastered on his face. Margie bit back an inward groan before returning her full attention to Jake.

Her eyes shot down to the outstretched hand and before she could respond, Jaxon slid his hand over and shook the boy's hand. With a smirk, he nodded. "That's quite alright. Nice to meet you, dude. I'm Jaxon, this here's my sister Margie. I'm a pyro, she's an aero." He didn't release the boy's hand as he continued to look him over in appreciation.

Margie rolled her eyes and gave a small nervous laugh. "Excuse us, Jake...Pleasure to meet you, by the way." She nudged her brother to the side and lowered her voice to him, her eyes searching the room. "We are not here for you to flirt, Jax. We are here to learn, to train, so you don't...you know. Lose your temper again."

He narrowed his eyes slightly at his sister before looking around the room. He knew she was right, but he just couldn't help himself. It was like a candy store in the common area. He was about to tell her where she could shove her opinion when another professor introduced himself, bringing along a television. Raising a brow, he flung his arm around Margie's shoulders and nodded his head. "Shh, sis, we have a presentation to experience."

The pair listened to the rules in silence, Jaxon snickering to himself at the mention of sexual activity. Margie rolled her eyes and moved away from him when the introduction was over. Moving over to the board, she found her name. Turning to view the room, she sucked in a breath. "Serenity....Which one are you..."

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Grayson nodded along while Spire spoke to him. None of the information provided was jogging his memory. Students, lessons planned? He scrunched his nose and looked around, then soon noticed Madison appearing to give the orientation. Tilting his head, Grayson listened along and blinked in response. Suddenly everything flooded in at once and he clapped his hands eagerly at the end of the instructions. He returned his attention to Spire and blinked as if seeing him for the first time.

"Ah, Spire! So nice to see you, good sir! How have you been? It's so good to have you here, you know. It's good to be a part of something again." Looks around and his eyes widen at the students. "My, look at our turnout! This will be quite the productive year, don't you think?"

The Unfortunate Thirteen

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Rising to his feet, he moved towards Nine to patch her shoulder before gunshots rang out. Swearing, he quickly ducked and grabbed onto his own weapon, his eyes darting around to try to locate the shooter. The man in charge took no hesitation in ending the situation. Ten growled under his breath and rose once more to his feet. "Getting really tired of everyone fucking shooting off random bullets here!"

He once more shook his head before realizing he was being beckoned to Seven's side. His eyes widened to see the blood pouring from the young girl's side. Without giving another moment of hesitation, he knealt down and grabbed his medical bag before rushing to her side. Knealing next to her, he assessed the wound and growled. Ten ripped off a strip of fabric from the bottom of his shirt and pressed it firmly against her wound. He spoke in a a clear, firm tone to nobody in particular. "Somebody look in my fucking bag for gauze, a needle, and some type of medical thread. I need to sew this up. I also need something to use as a tourniquet. Anybody have a belt or something?"

The Marchand School of Sorcery

Delaney Markawitz

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Full Name:

Delaney Jayde Markawitz

Nicknames/Aliases:

DJ, Jayde

Age:

17

Gender:

Female

Primary:

Trickery

Secondaries of Interest/Secondaries:

Toxin Production and Shadow Stepping

Description:

Long black hair extends down to the middle of her back, with dark purple streaks accentuating her face. She has bright blue eyes that are always made up and the rest of her face is never without a shred of makeup. DJ stands at an average 5'6 and has a womanly, yet toned figure. She usually wears clothing that shows off said figure and has very little insecurity about her body. Her nose is pierced and she normally just keeps a small diamond stud.

Personality:

Delaney is only out for one person: herself. She doesn't care who she takes down in her path, or who's feelings she might hurt along the way. If somebody has something she wants, she doesn't ask for permission, nor forgiveness after taking said item. However, under that tough exterior is a complete vulnerability. She does not trust anyone and takes nobody at their word. That part of herself is never allowed to show itself, so she is always on the attack, ready to strike first. Her hair and makeup must always be done, and she never allows anyone to see her being emotional.

Crush:

OPEN

Skills:

Now you see it...

DJ can bring up nearly every illusion that she can think of, making every minute detail nearly perfect. These illusions are able to make the brain process them as real. For instance, if she pulls up the illusion of a brick wall, somebody could run into said wall and feel pain, just because their brain processes the illusion as fact.

...Now you don't.

If Delaney knows where an object is and can visualize said object, she can steal it with a snap of her fingers. She is able to steal things from several feet in front of her, however she must be in the general vicinity.

She is also able to mute sound for a brief amount of time.

Weaknesses:

She does not have control over her invisibility. This ability only shows up in times of extreme stress, such as if she were frightened or surprised.

Her toxin production is very limited and at the moment can only produce a chemical burn, or boils.

Shadow stepping is limited as well, as she is only able to go where she has a clear destination. When she arrives, she usually always stumbles or falls over.

Brief History:

Born the single child to a wealthy entrepreneur and a socialite wife, Delaney had everything she could ever ask for. She had everything that money could buy, and servants at her every beck and call. Her nanny, Marjorie, was the greatest mother figure she could ever ask for. While her father was continuously away on business trips and her mother throwing exquisite parties, Marjorie was Delaney's only true parent. Life was perfect for the little girl.

Until, at the age of 6, she made the worst mistake of her young life. She called Marjorie 'momma' in front of her very own mother. The very next day Marjorie was gone. Delaney's mother did not want the situation to happen again. From that day on, the young girl was left to her own devices. She had a tutor for her studies, yet was allowed to have free run of the house. Her mother didn't want to parent, but didn't want anyone else to take that position, either.

When Delaney turned 10, it was discovered that she had an extraordinary ability that she had inherited from her grandfather. When word of her ability reached her father, he hurried home. He located a powerful Trickster and hired the man to be his daughter's trainer. Her secondaries were ignored as they weren't seen as useful to her primary power. However, she saw the potential in her other abilities and began to train herself on the side. Training and private school were the only focus of her everyday life until she was shoved out the door. Delaney did not know where she was going until they arrived at Marchand High, where her new life was to begin.

Other: She's a very wealthy heiress with a large inheritance.

@EchoicChamber

The Marchand School of Sorcery

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Breathe in, breathe out...breathe in, breathe out...

Standing several feet from the front door, light green eyes peered up at the massive building. Margie gulped as she stared at her new home, her body trembling in anxiety. Marchand would be the first place she would be without her parents. The first place to have fellow students that shared in her abilities. The thought turned her anxiety on hyper drive.

"Shit, Mags, put me down!"

Snapping out of her nerves, the girl turned to look over her shoulder at the voice of her brother. Her eyes widened at the sight of the teenager hovering several feet in the air before watching him fall quickly to the concrete, followed by their suitcases. She cringed and scrunched her nose. In times of stress, her levitation secondary would often times occur beyond her control. However, when she needed it the most, the concentration and focus it required drained her energy quickly. Definitely made high-stress situations interesting, however. She cleared her throat and gave an awkward laugh. "Uh...Sorry, Jax...

A small growl escaped the boy's throat as he picked himself up from the ground. Dusting himself off, he checked himself for injuries before shaking his head. This day was just growing more fantastic by the minute. "Don't worry about it, Mags. Let's just get this over with." Jaxon grabbed his suitcase and made his way to the building, stopping only momentarily to make sure his younger sister was following him. Their father had made sure he was aware that Margie was his responsibility once at this school; Jax was not about to let him down a second time.

The two brunettes made their way into the building and over to the receptionist to sign in. Once they both scribbled their names into the list, they were soon heading towards the common area.

Margie braced herself for the introductions that were on the other side of the door. She was tired of the days where she was invisible, always stuck inside a book or left out of the crowd. This new school was a chance for her to be someone else, someone better. At least in her eyes. She needed to get out from her brother's shadow and be her own person. This was her time. Pushing past him, she made her way into the room and her eyes widened at chaos that had just ensued. Her eyes ran over a teacher already breaking up a fight and she gulped. What kind of place had her parents gotten her into? Her eyes danced about as she quickly smoothed out her light blue sundress with her free hand, adjusting her suitcase in the other. Opening her mouth to speak, she soon decided against it before seeking refuge in the breakfast table.

His eyes kept track of his sister as she left his side. Giving a small shake of his head, Jaxon returned his attention to the common area and smirked. Already it seemed like his type of party. Deliberately ignoring the professor in the room, Jax moved past the crowd. Smelling bacon, his stomach grumbled and he quickly moved to his sister's side. "Not following you, just need food," he muttered to her under his breath. He quickly piled an abundance of food on his plate before tossing his suitcase to the ground. He'd get it later. Turning once more to face the ground, he popped some food into his mouth before addressing nobody in particular. "So. What'd I miss?"

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Slowly moving about the halls was none other than Professor Grayson Davis, resident Necromancer. It seemed as though nothing in the world was bothering him as he continued to walk, unperturbed by the fact that teenagers were entering the building. The tall man full of muscle muttered silent words under his breath as he stalked along. Dark eyes darted back and forth along the walls, seeming to take in everything, and yet nothing all at the same time.

He nodded to nothing in particular as he continued along and soon found himself in front of a rather eventful room. Dark eyes blinked as momentary awareness filled them. There were children of every shape and color within the area and he was quite certain he didn't know a single one of them. Neither did he recognize the lone man among them. Where was he, exactly?

Raising a brow, Grayson turned to take in his surroundings. He had the faintest memory of arriving at the building after receiving a notice of employment. What was the job, exactly? With a shake of his head, he made his way into the room and scrunched his nose at Spire. He tapped the man's shoulder and cleared his throat. "Excuse me, excuse me, hello! What are these small things doing here? And who are you? Where am I?"

The Unfortunate Thirteen

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Ten couldn't help a smirk in Nine's direction. He didn't have a single doubt that she would use the gun on him; which, in turn, would be disastrous on her part. Wouldn't want to kill the only doctor in the group. He made his way to the other chests in the room and grabbed up everything medical he could find, including any daggers that were laying around. A part of him knew that the gun he found in his chest was a special kind, so only the right type of ammo would work. It was almost guaranteed that he wouldn't find any more ammunition for his weapon of choice.

After loading his medical bag full of the equipment, he turned once more to the soldiers and their leader. Ten's eyes looked the man over and he gave a short nod. The words definitely settled very easily in his mind, and his gut was telling him to trust in what the man was saying. The group had no other choice at this point if they wanted to make it out of here alive.

"For what it's worth, something tells me to trust the guy. The soldiers, I'm not getting a vibe from. But the leader...Yeah, my gut is saying to follow him."

The Marchand School of Sorcery

Jaxon Lopez

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Nicknames/Aliases:

Jax

Age:

17

Gender:

Male

Primary:

Pyromancy

Secondaries of Interest/Secondaries:

Illumination and Tracking

Description:

Standing at a tall 6'2, Jaxon is lean and built like an athlete. His full head of brown hair is constantly in his face, sometimes masking his dark green eyes from sight. Jax is usually dressed in faded out blue jeans and old band tees with a pair of converse to wrap everything up.

Personality:

Staying true to his primary gift, Jaxon can definitely be a hot-head at times. He has absolutely no respect for authority or the law, and is quick to be the first to throw a punch. Yet, the fierce love and protection he feels for his baby sister has helped to calm his wild ways, if only by just a minuscule amount. He can be funny and charming, witty and sarcastic, flirty and carefree- only around his peers.

When nervous, uncomfortable, or in unfamiliar territory, Jaxon has the tendency to run his hands over the back of his head. This nervous tick usually accompanies a quick change of subject and an awkward chuckle to escape his throat.

Crush:

Nate

Skills:

*Is able to manifest large fireballs for a great period of time
*Can create a great burst of light that lasts up to a minute

Weaknesses:

*While he has taught himself control over his fire, it still goes wild whenever he's under a great deal of stress or rage.
*Is not the greatest tracker- can only follow an object up to 50 feet.

Brief History:

Born and raised in Pachuca, Mexico, Jaxon lived a relatively quiet life with his parents and little sister. His parents both worked in the mine and kept the fact that they were mages heavily under wraps. The children were taught to keep their budding abilities a secret from the outside world. Everything was calm and relaxed until Margie began to get picked on in school. It was at that time that Jaxon's parents fully witnessed the greatness of their son's ability, the magnitude of his flames.

Thankfully, nobody was around to witness the display of power. Jaxon's father, a powerful pyromancer, taught his son how to keep control over his gift. His mother, an aeromancer, taught her daughter how to extinguish her brother's fire when needed. The family would live several more years in peace, everything hidden nicely under wraps.

Until it all came undone. Pachuca, ever known for it's large festival, drew tourists to the area several times a year. With tourists came danger. A group of teenage boys began to harass Margie during of the festivities, effectively bringing her to an abandoned house. When Jaxon received word of what was happening, he erupted. Everyone was able to flee the house before any damage was caused, but effectively left the building to burn to the ground. Local police continued to point fingers at Jaxon but there was never any physical evidence to tie him to the arson. Yet, people around time began to speak of the evil surrounding the boy. He was tossed into jail on suspicion of several other arsons around the city.

After being released, his parents told the children of a school were they could no longer live in secret. A school that would keep them both safe from the outside world. And so, they ended up at Marchand.

Other:

Due to his high metabolism from being a pyro, Jax constantly has food in his pockets or is always scrounging for leftovers. He is never really fully sated and is always looking for his next meal.

Margie Lopez

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Nicknames/Aliases:

Mags

Age:

16

Gender:

Female

Primary:

Aeromancy

Secondaries of Interest/Secondaries:

Levitation and Healing

Description:

Margie stands at a petite 5'4 and has a lean, firm build from spending many hours on a surfboard. Her brown hair is usually swept back behind her ears or braided into pigtails, whichever is easier at the given moment. Unlike her brother, her eyes are a light green and are set into olive-toned skin thanks to her Mexican heritage. She can usually be seen in shorts and a simple tee, or the occasional sundress if the mood strikes her.

Personality:

Once a simple, docile little book mouse, Margie has decided to put on a new face at her new school. She is more confident and relaxed than ever before. Yet, if anyone were to look closely enough, they'd be able to tell that her entire body was shaking with anxiety at her very core. Where once all she ever wanted to do was to either be on her board or stuck in a book, Margie is now determined to be more outgoing and flirty. Only those she truly cares about gets to see her true self.

Crush:

Larke Sterling, Percival Pelacour

Skills:

*Is able to create a small, strong gust of wind that can develop into a many tornado.
*Able to hover mere inches off the ground

Weaknesses:

*Margie is not the best with keeping her focus and is boy crazy. Able to easily get distracted when one comes up and talks to her.
*Only able to heal small scrapes and bruises

Brief History:
Born and raised in Pachuca, Mexico, Margie lived a relatively quiet life with her parents and big brother. Her parents both worked in the mine and kept the fact that they were mages heavily under wraps. The children were taught to keep their budding abilities a secret from the outside world. Everything was calm and relaxed until Margie began to get picked on in school. It was at that time that Jaxon's parents fully witnessed the greatness of their son's ability, the magnitude of his flames.

Thankfully, nobody was around to witness the display of power. Jaxon's father, a powerful pyromancer, taught his son how to keep control over his gift. His mother, an aeromancer, taught her daughter how to extinguish her brother's fire when needed. The family would live several more years in peace, everything hidden nicely under wraps.

Until it all came undone. Pachuca, ever known for it's large festival, drew tourists to the area several times a year. With tourists came danger. A group of teenage boys began to harass Margie during of the festivities, effectively bringing her to an abandoned house. When Jaxon received word of what was happening, he erupted. Everyone was able to flee the house before any damage was caused, but effectively left the building to burn to the ground. Local police continued to point fingers at Jaxon but there was never any physical evidence to tie him to the arson. Yet, people around time began to speak of the evil surrounding the boy. He was tossed into jail on suspicion of several other arsons around the city.

After being released, his parents told the children of a school were they could no longer live in secret. A school that would keep them both safe from the outside world. And so, they ended up at Marchand.

Other:

Loves to surf and is an absolute bookworm.

Professor Grayson Davis

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Professor of Necromancy and Blood Magic

Nicknames/Aliases:

G, Gray

Age:

32

Gender:

Male

Primary:

Necromancy

Secondaries:

Blood Magic and Familiar Conjuring

Description:

Grayson has a very intimidating look to all who do not know him. Standing at 6'4 and weighing in at 210 pounds, the man is all muscle. His face is riddled with stubble and a dark goatee, which is the only part of his facial hair that he usually maintains. Brown hair is always slicked back from his face. Being more casual than most of the other professors, he is usually seen in a pair of jeans or slacks with a simple tee shirt or sweater.

Personality:

The man is an oddball. Being a Necromancer, Grayson is usually always seen muttering along to himself or random objects all around him. He is always highly fascinated in all things surrounding death and tends to spew off random knowledge to any who pass him. While at times he seems to be fully in the moment with those around him, he does have his moments where he zones out and appears to be in a completely different world.

Relationship:

None

Skills:

*Highly skilled necromancer. Is able to create a small army of undead without even blinking.

*Greatly advanced in blood magic and conjuring familiars.

Weaknesses:

*Speaks to nothing in particular, which makes him seem crazy to others.

*Prefers to live in isolation, keeping away from others.

Brief History:

Not much is known about Professor Davis' background. One day he just popped up at the school, announcing that he'd like to become a professor. Once he was able to successfully acquire the position, he kept to himself from there on out, hiding out in his office or quarters.

Other:

Has a collection of various organs in his office, all tucked away nicely in jars.

Delaney Markawitz

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Full Name:

Delaney Jayde Markawitz

Nicknames/Aliases:

DJ, Jayde

Age:

17

Gender:

Female

Primary:

Trickery

Secondaries of Interest/Secondaries:

Toxin Production and Shadow Stepping

Description:

Long black hair extends down to the middle of her back, with dark purple streaks accentuating her face. She has bright blue eyes that are always made up and the rest of her face is never without a shred of makeup. DJ stands at an average 5'6 and has a womanly, yet toned figure. She usually wears clothing that shows off said figure and has very little insecurity about her body. Her nose is pierced and she normally just keeps a small diamond stud.

Personality:

Delaney is only out for one person: herself. She doesn't care who she takes down in her path, or who's feelings she might hurt along the way. If somebody has something she wants, she doesn't ask for permission, nor forgiveness after taking said item. However, under that tough exterior is a complete vulnerability. She does not trust anyone and takes nobody at their word. That part of herself is never allowed to show itself, so she is always on the attack, ready to strike first. Her hair and makeup must always be done, and she never allows anyone to see her being emotional.

Crush:

OPEN

Skills:

Now you see it...

DJ can bring up nearly every illusion that she can think of, making every minute detail nearly perfect. These illusions are able to make the brain process them as real. For instance, if she pulls up the illusion of a brick wall, somebody could run into said wall and feel pain, just because their brain processes the illusion as fact.

...Now you don't.

If Delaney knows where an object is and can visualize said object, she can steal it with a snap of her fingers. She is able to steal things from several feet in front of her, however she must be in the general vicinity.

She is also able to mute sound for a brief amount of time.

Weaknesses:

She does not have control over her invisibility. This ability only shows up in times of extreme stress, such as if she were frightened or surprised.

Her toxin production is very limited and at the moment can only produce a chemical burn, or boils.

Shadow stepping is limited as well, as she is only able to go where she has a clear destination. When she arrives, she usually always stumbles or falls over.

Brief History:

Born the single child to a wealthy entrepreneur and a socialite wife, Delaney had everything she could ever ask for. She had everything that money could buy, and servants at her every beck and call. Her nanny, Marjorie, was the greatest mother figure she could ever ask for. While her father was continuously away on business trips and her mother throwing exquisite parties, Marjorie was Delaney's only true parent. Life was perfect for the little girl.

Until, at the age of 6, she made the worst mistake of her young life. She called Marjorie 'momma' in front of her very own mother. The very next day Marjorie was gone. Delaney's mother did not want the situation to happen again. From that day on, the young girl was left to her own devices. She had a tutor for her studies, yet was allowed to have free run of the house. Her mother didn't want to parent, but didn't want anyone else to take that position, either.

When Delaney turned 10, it was discovered that she had an extraordinary ability that she had inherited from her grandfather. When word of her ability reached her father, he hurried home. He located a powerful Trickster and hired the man to be his daughter's trainer. Her secondaries were ignored as they weren't seen as useful to her primary power. However, she saw the potential in her other abilities and began to train herself on the side. Training and private school were the only focus of her everyday life until she was shoved out the door. Delaney did not know where she was going until they arrived at Marchand High, where her new life was to begin.

Other: She's a very wealthy heiress with a large inheritance.

Strangers of Mist [High Casual- Mystery]

@AngelofOctober

Samuel Dawson

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Age:

27

Occupation:

FBI Agent

Appearance:

Sam seems to be plucked off the cover of a GQ magazine. Chiseled features, stern gaze, stubble peppering his face. His jet black hair is always tousled and looks as if he just climbed out of bed. Standing at a rough 6'3, the man is 210 pounds of lean muscle. He usually dresses his body in crisp suits when he is working, switching to jeans and tee shirts when he isn't. His voice is deep and gravelly, always holding a bit of a sarcastic tone.

Personality:

He is most certainly a man of mystery. Even though he is a rookie with the agency, Sam has spent many years perfecting an air of enigma. He knew that as an agent, he must not give away any indication of weakness or emotional vulnerability. That training bled over into his personal life, and therefore makes him tough to read to people who do not know him well. Sam doesn't have many friends as he does not trust easily- too many years in his line of work tends to bring out the worse in people.

When he does make a friend, he is fiercely loyal to the end. He will stop at absolutely nothing to protect his loved ones. However, don't expect for him to get all mushy and open-hearted about his feelings- he will never openly display how he feels about a person. In his mind, it is a way to protect the person from himself, and his work.

Skills:

Major

-Multilingual. Samuel is fluent in English, Spanish, French, Arabic, and Italian.

-Behavior Analyst. Thanks to training in the police academy and the FBI, Sam is able to more easily tell when someone is non truthful, or hiding something from him.

-Law Enforcement. Sam is highly skilled with his Glock 22, hand to hand combat, and knowledgeable with state and federal laws.

Minor

-Detail oriented. Sam is able to catch what others have missed and always focuses on the little things, which in turn makes him a bit OCD with his personal belongings.

-Physical Fitness. As he is constantly on the move, Sam keeps his body healthy and works out constantly. However, he is not focused on building muscle, rather than his own personal strength and stamina building.

-Driving. Sam is a rather aggressive driver, and has become one of the better drivers in the bureau.

Your Lie:

Born to a single mother with a traumatic past, Sam always knew he wanted to work in Law Enforcement when he grew up. He was the only child and worked several odd jobs to help his mother with the bills, while also going to school. Eventually earning a scholarship for basketball, Sam went on to get a Bachelors in Language Studies while working part time as a police cadet.

Once the man graduated early with honors, he turned full time to the police force at age 22. He continued to study multiple languages as he knew he wanted to be a linguist for the Federal Bureau of Investigation. Didn't take him long to get the recommendations and experience to be invited to join the local bureau.

Ever since becoming an agent, Sam has continued to strive to be the best in his field, and continues to earn awards in recognition for the cases he has solved.

Your Truth:



Theme Song:



Misc:

Sam has an unexplained fear of fire.

I accept these terms.

The Marchand School of Sorcery

Jaxon Lopez

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Nicknames/Aliases:

Jax

Age:

17

Gender:

Male

Primary:

Pyromancy

Secondaries of Interest/Secondaries:

Illumination and Tracking

Description:

Standing at a tall 6'2, Jaxon is lean and built like an athlete. His full head of brown hair is constantly in his face, sometimes masking his dark green eyes from sight. Jax is usually dressed in faded out blue jeans and old band tees with a pair of converse to wrap everything up.

Personality:

Staying true to his primary gift, Jaxon can definitely be a hot-head at times. He has absolutely no respect for authority or the law, and is quick to be the first to throw a punch. Yet, the fierce love and protection he feels for his baby sister has helped to calm his wild ways, if only by just a minuscule amount. He can be funny and charming, witty and sarcastic, flirty and carefree- only around his peers.

When nervous, uncomfortable, or in unfamiliar territory, Jaxon has the tendency to run his hands over the back of his head. This nervous tick usually accompanies a quick change of subject and an awkward chuckle to escape his throat.

Crush:

Nate

Skills:

*Is able to manifest large fireballs for a great period of time
*Can create a great burst of light that lasts up to a minute

Weaknesses:

*While he has taught himself control over his fire, it still goes wild whenever he's under a great deal of stress or rage.
*Is not the greatest tracker- can only follow an object up to 50 feet.

Brief History:

Born and raised in Pachuca, Mexico, Jaxon lived a relatively quiet life with his parents and little sister. His parents both worked in the mine and kept the fact that they were mages heavily under wraps. The children were taught to keep their budding abilities a secret from the outside world. Everything was calm and relaxed until Margie began to get picked on in school. It was at that time that Jaxon's parents fully witnessed the greatness of their son's ability, the magnitude of his flames.

Thankfully, nobody was around to witness the display of power. Jaxon's father, a powerful pyromancer, taught his son how to keep control over his gift. His mother, an aeromancer, taught her daughter how to extinguish her brother's fire when needed. The family would live several more years in peace, everything hidden nicely under wraps.

Until it all came undone. Pachuca, ever known for it's large festival, drew tourists to the area several times a year. With tourists came danger. A group of teenage boys began to harass Margie during of the festivities, effectively bringing her to an abandoned house. When Jaxon received word of what was happening, he erupted. Everyone was able to flee the house before any damage was caused, but effectively left the building to burn to the ground. Local police continued to point fingers at Jaxon but there was never any physical evidence to tie him to the arson. Yet, people around time began to speak of the evil surrounding the boy. He was tossed into jail on suspicion of several other arsons around the city.

After being released, his parents told the children of a school were they could no longer live in secret. A school that would keep them both safe from the outside world. And so, they ended up at Marchand.

Other:

Due to his high metabolism from being a pyro, Jax constantly has food in his pockets or is always scrounging for leftovers. He is never really fully sated and is always looking for his next meal.

Margie Lopez

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Nicknames/Aliases:

Mags

Age:

16

Gender:

Female

Primary:

Aeromancy

Secondaries of Interest/Secondaries:

Levitation and Healing

Description:

Margie stands at a petite 5'4 and has a lean, firm build from spending many hours on a surfboard. Her brown hair is usually swept back behind her ears or braided into pigtails, whichever is easier at the given moment. Unlike her brother, her eyes are a light green and are set into olive-toned skin thanks to her Mexican heritage. She can usually be seen in shorts and a simple tee, or the occasional sundress if the mood strikes her.

Personality:

Once a simple, docile little book mouse, Margie has decided to put on a new face at her new school. She is more confident and relaxed than ever before. Yet, if anyone were to look closely enough, they'd be able to tell that her entire body was shaking with anxiety at her very core. Where once all she ever wanted to do was to either be on her board or stuck in a book, Margie is now determined to be more outgoing and flirty. Only those she truly cares about gets to see her true self.

Crush:

Larke Sterling, Percival Pelacour

Skills:

*Is able to create a small, strong gust of wind that can develop into a many tornado.
*Able to hover mere inches off the ground

Weaknesses:

*Margie is not the best with keeping her focus and is boy crazy. Able to easily get distracted when one comes up and talks to her.
*Only able to heal small scrapes and bruises

Brief History:
Born and raised in Pachuca, Mexico, Margie lived a relatively quiet life with her parents and big brother. Her parents both worked in the mine and kept the fact that they were mages heavily under wraps. The children were taught to keep their budding abilities a secret from the outside world. Everything was calm and relaxed until Margie began to get picked on in school. It was at that time that Jaxon's parents fully witnessed the greatness of their son's ability, the magnitude of his flames.

Thankfully, nobody was around to witness the display of power. Jaxon's father, a powerful pyromancer, taught his son how to keep control over his gift. His mother, an aeromancer, taught her daughter how to extinguish her brother's fire when needed. The family would live several more years in peace, everything hidden nicely under wraps.

Until it all came undone. Pachuca, ever known for it's large festival, drew tourists to the area several times a year. With tourists came danger. A group of teenage boys began to harass Margie during of the festivities, effectively bringing her to an abandoned house. When Jaxon received word of what was happening, he erupted. Everyone was able to flee the house before any damage was caused, but effectively left the building to burn to the ground. Local police continued to point fingers at Jaxon but there was never any physical evidence to tie him to the arson. Yet, people around time began to speak of the evil surrounding the boy. He was tossed into jail on suspicion of several other arsons around the city.

After being released, his parents told the children of a school were they could no longer live in secret. A school that would keep them both safe from the outside world. And so, they ended up at Marchand.

Other:

Loves to surf and is an absolute bookworm.

Professor Grayson Davis

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Professor of Necromancy and Blood Magic

Nicknames/Aliases:

G, Gray

Age:

32

Gender:

Male

Primary:

Necromancy

Secondaries:

Blood Magic and Familiar Conjuring

Description:

Grayson has a very intimidating look to all who do not know him. Standing at 6'4 and weighing in at 210 pounds, the man is all muscle. His face is riddled with stubble and a dark goatee, which is the only part of his facial hair that he usually maintains. Brown hair is always slicked back from his face. Being more casual than most of the other professors, he is usually seen in a pair of jeans or slacks with a simple tee shirt or sweater.

Personality:

The man is an oddball. Being a Necromancer, Grayson is usually always seen muttering along to himself or random objects all around him. He is always highly fascinated in all things surrounding death and tends to spew off random knowledge to any who pass him. While at times he seems to be fully in the moment with those around him, he does have his moments where he zones out and appears to be in a completely different world.

Relationship:

None

Skills:

*Highly skilled necromancer. Is able to create a small army of undead without even blinking.

*Greatly advanced in blood magic and conjuring familiars.

Weaknesses:

*Speaks to nothing in particular, which makes him seem crazy to others.

*Prefers to live in isolation, keeping away from others.

Brief History:

Not much is known about Professor Davis' background. One day he just popped up at the school, announcing that he'd like to become a professor. Once he was able to successfully acquire the position, he kept to himself from there on out, hiding out in his office or quarters.

Other:

Has a collection of various organs in his office, all tucked away nicely in jars.