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@Baklava I was thinking of more like medium dog-sized? Like a bulldog, pitbull terrier, or chow chow? That would still be pretty deadly. Also, those who wanted to start with weapons or pets, I kind of said no to that. The only exception was when those things would be related to her ability. Maybe instead of a skink, she could get the most non-insect looking insect?

Also, googled it. Good thing I'm not afraid of bugs. That thing is huge though.

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@Zero Hex Mui bueno? I figured you'd go with some sort of martial artist. Anyway, before I ask a few questions, slap some hiders on that thing.

So, is Rey aware that he's actually a magic-user? As for Limit Break, you should give it a visual medium, that would indicate it being use or at least that it actually exist. I know its something passive, but I'd like every type of magic to have some sort of indicator.

@Baklava

Hider

Name: Rhian Gallagher (pronounced like Ryan)
Age: 18
Appearance:

"Don't get the wrong idea. I hate you magic freaks almost as much as I hate this school"

She typically wears edgy punk type clothes ( [x] [x] ) and dark, but lightly applied make-up. She stands at about 5'10" and has a tattoo of some peonies on her left shoulder. This symbol glows a warm, honey-gold color on the center of her chest, just below her collar bone, only visible when activated.

Personality:

"A dream doesn't become reality through magic; it takes sweat, determination and hard work." This quote by Colin Powell has been meticulously written on the inside cover page of every journal Rhian has ever owned-- except her most recent one. Rhian is a very scrupulous person. She has a memory like a tack and can be a very quick-witted brat when she's frustrated. In many ways, Rhian fits into the 'popular girl' stereotype, but she has always viewed herself as a decent person.

She never poked fun at the nerds in school-- although she most certainly could've. She never knocked anyone's books out of their hands. She never laughed at anyone's homecoming dress... but she never told her friends not to, either. She longs for acceptance and always felt warm and safe and normal nestled within her group of friends-- just outside of the limelight, but close enough to not be forgotten whenever party invitations were handed out. Along with her longing to be normal, she tends to avoid anything that is not. That included anyone and anything having to do with magic.

Rhian has a rough, edgy style and took up smoking when she was 16 to complete her 'look' and rebel against her parents. She likes loitering around the mall, getting just drunk enough not to do anything stupid at parties, raves, and bonfires, and going to the movies. She also likes cats (although her parents are allergic), writing in her journal, dubstep, and playing volleyball. She's very much an extrovert and enjoys the company of friends. She also has severe insectophobia.

Some might read this and call her superficial... and some might be told to "shut the fuck up" because "you don't know me." But you do, don't you? Meet Rhian.

History:

Rhian's parents are what most people would refer to as "eccentric" progressives. They wear matching sweaters and glasses and are the proud owners of their very own botany and entomology lab and greenhouse-- conveniently attached to the house. They share many things, but the one thing they seemed to cherish most of all is their love for magic and lore. Neither of them have any magical capabilities of their own, however. They would lament about this fact in the most obnoxious fashion, day in and day out throughout Rhian's life as an only child.

"Ry-ry, if I had magic, I would make it so you aren't so afraid of Mr. Fuzzy Legs here!"
"Ry-ry, wouldn't it be amazing if we could fly right up there and get your kite?"
"Ry-ry, if I had magic, us girls wouldn't GET periods."
"Ry-ry, I'd make you forget all about that jerk from school that stood you up-- if I had magic."

Yes, it seemed her parents relied quite heavily on those phrases whenever Rhian was in desperate need of parental comfort or counsel. It didn't take long for her to realize that what she really needed were just different parents. She still faintly holds on to the theory that she was switched at birth and somewhere out there there's a pair of perfectly normal parents wondering what went wrong with their geeky, weirdo daughter who eats dirt and keeps pill bugs in her pockets.

She and her parents couldn't have been more different. They liked quiet, books, bugs, and thinking outside the box. Rhian liked parties, shopping, and not getting laughed at. She hated all the bugs that crept out of the greenhouse. She hated listening to her parent's outlandish ideas about politics and society. And, above all, she hated their sickening fascination with magic.

Subconsciously, her resentment towards her parent's eccentricity manifested itself in many ways during her teen years. She took up smoking, permed her curly hair (which used to match her mother's), got a tattoo, pierced her ears twice, and ate lots of salad. Okay, maybe that last one wasn't an act of rebellion, but she IS very self-conscious of her weight and over-all image.

Rhian had a vast number of friends in school. She was generally nice to just about everyone, liked to hit the town with her friends, and basically spend as little time at home as feasibly possible. She was an A grade student with hopes of attending Harvard and becoming a lawyer. The closer Rhian got to her 18th birthday, the more obnoxiously persistent her parents became with their hope that Rhian might indeed be gifted with magic. They seemed to believe that through sheer will power, she would be "gifted" with an affinity for it.

Her resentment towards them only grew. She didn't have magic powers, she didn't WANT magic powers, and she would rather die a slow and horrible death then fill in the blank of her parent's ridiculous fantasy. The day before her 18th birthday, her parents, without her knowledge, arranged for her to meet with a old soothe-saying witch who, for the sultry price of $49.99, would be able to pinpoint what power Rhian had-- if she had one. They met in a tiny office and, under the guise of a college scout, the woman sat quietly as Rhian enthusiastically discussed her aspirations and dreams.

At the end of her chat, the woman asked Rhian to excuse her for a moment and left the room. Not long after that, the door creaked open just enough to allow what she knew to be her father's giant huntsman spider, also known as Mr. Fuzzy Legs, into the room. What resulted was an immense amount of screaming, a room full of spider, and Rhian sobbing on the ground while Mr. Fuzzy Legs, now a hundred times his size, affectionately rubbed his pedipalps on her face. This moment was soon followed by her parents opening the door with a synchronized "awwww".

It was the second worst day of her life. The worst being the next day-- when that damned letter came in the mail.
Her parents vowed to withhold her college fund if she refused to give Four Winds a chance. As a sort of "sorry, not sorry" parting gift, they bought her a blue tongued skink. Most parents would probably just give their insectophobic daughter insect repellent, but here we are.

Skills:

Rhian is very athletic, thanks to her 3 years on the varsity volleyball team. She is also well versed when it comes to fashion and the like. She can roll a mean blunt and hold her liquor, although some might not consider either of those a skill. She's not an especially good writer, but she keeps a good journal, so I guess... journal-keeping?

Rhian has trouble talking herself up, but while she may not be especially talented in anything in particular, she's a very hard worker with a heart of gold.

Magic:
Name: Mr. Fuzzy Legs (I'll probably rename this later... once I thing of something less funny haha)
Type: Manipulation
Description: Rhian's magic grants her a deep bond with all the creepy-crawlies of the world. They are drawn to her like a cub to it's mother, yet they are much more obedient. That is what Rhian has been told, anyway. She has yet to get the whole 'obedience' part down aside from one thing-- Rhian also possesses the ability to vastly increase the size of any bug she chooses (or accidentally chooses).

This can only be done with one bug at a time and is accomplished by greatly focusing on the bug in question. (Unfortunately this tends to happen whenever Rhian has an insectophobic episode). She is able to scale it up to "ride-able size". Depending on the normal size of the bug, this means anywhere between bicycle or car size. Should the insect expire during it's time as a colossus, it will promptly shrink back to it's original size-- dead as a door nail.

Inventory:

--Her skink, whose official name is Genie. (his unofficial name is "Asshole") He sits on her shoulder when he's not in his tank.
--a small designer satchel with the following contents inside:
--a leather journal with painted peonies on the cover
--a small, extendable fly swatter
--a hot pink, kitty-shaped wallet containing about $50 in cash and driver's license
--her passport
--sunglasses
--a pen and sharpie
--a box of cigarettes
--a lighter
--a small pouch of weed (hidden in a secret pocket on the inside of the bag)

I enjoyed the read. We definitely need more estrogen in this thing. I don't mind her ability, but I have an issue with it. This: Rhian also possesses the ability to vastly increase the size of any bug she chooses. She is able to scale it up to "ride-able size".

I know that you've implemented a condition to it which makes it quite situational, but most insects, when car-sized or even horse-sized, would probably be OP this early in the game. I hope you understand. Maybe we could tone it down or tweak it somehow?

@lydyn

Hider

Rosaleen 'Rose' Adams

Age: 18

~Personality~

Rosa is is what you might call a protector - adores peace when possible, but is more than willing to spill her own blood to protect the innocent. Beyond this, she is a somewhat quiet, but still sociable. There is a unique sensitivity to negative emotions however and at times it can be easy to upset her, yet somehow she still has a hidden resolve deep inside her that drives her determination when she has her focus on something. She is very friendly and kind to others as well. However her quirks should be mentioned too - while she is extremely intelligent and can understand and analyze complex situations easily, she also frustrates people because of her consistent need to know 'why.' This is namely because she is on the cusp of being autistic. While she avoids the stereotypical meltdowns, she still sees the world in a similar way - finding patterns in everything.

~History~

Rosa's life is a mundane but tragic life. From the moment she entered the world, she was faced with isolation and abandonment. Being raised by a single mother, Rosa was often a quiet child that spent more hours on the computer than she did out in the sun. Friends were few and far between, only lasting until they got fed up with Rosa's particular 'quirks.' It only grew worse as Rosa discovered her attraction to girls, which typically alienated the boys more so because they're flirting usually did very little for the pretty girl.

As she came into her teenage years, she began to develop her powers. This only made things worse since her mother didn't have any explanations or the money to attend to Rosa's "issues." Before switching to being home schooled (mostly by herself), she would often cause unintentional destruction to public property. This added to the amount of bills her mother needed to pay so when a year later, the Four Winds extended the invitation, Rosa felt obligated to accept. She didn't want to burden her mother anymore and they had never been close as it was.

~Skills~

Rosa is extremely talented at analyzing just about anything. She is good at logic puzzles, seeing patterns, computers, and forming quick bonds with animals. She's also an amazing organizer and very good with numbers. Which lends itself to combat in a more subtle sense, in that she can analyze and more easily predict movements on the fly. This makes it noticeably more difficult to surprise her. Besides this, her strongest skill is her ability to learn and adapt to other skills she's never been taught before.

~Magic~

~Unstable Energy~

Conjuration

As of right now, Rosa is capable of summoning balls of unstable energy in her hands. They fluctuate, often making them seem ricky and dangerous, but somehow Rosa makes it work without much error. She normally flings them at opponents when need be and upon contact, usually explode in an array of wispy-like energy ribbons. The ribbons usually tend to burn like fire (when passing through living beings) without actually setting things on fire, while the explosion itself acts much like a normal fireball, except that it's colored silver and blue.

Everything looks good. I don't see any problem and I think we worked out most of the kinks in it. You're officially accepted my feline-loving friend. Feel free to post in the Character Tab but maybe hold off from posting in the OOC just yet.

For @Baklava and @Zero Hex, don't worry. I'm not closing applications just yet.

@Letter Bee Sorry, kind of missed this. About the magical judges, no. I'd rather not have something like that just yet. Not really sure if I wanna have those in the RP. I don't know who Crimmy is and I don't recall promising him a spot. Altasaire can make a character sheet if he wants. I'm just saying that simply making a character doesn't automatically they'd get accepted into the RP.

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@Sodium Here it is, dude.

Just to make things clear, this is me officially kicking Sodium out of the RP. We've talked about it via PM and told me that I should do it publicly or not at all. He was incredibly understanding and took it quite well when I brought it up. Thanks, man.

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@Nanashi Ninanai I guess she could weasel her way out of it, but yeah, Varus is the last person to tolerate snowflake-like behavior.

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@Riffus MaximusI've told him to edit it. He turned into a flight suit instead of a "magical helicopter". I told him to change it again; he keeps on missing the part of my message that tells him what I'm expecting from him. So yeah, his posts are ignored for now.

@Nanashi Ninanai At least her arm's still intact, right? That's something to be thankful for. Well, her power works in conjunction with what she sees, but she can't see anything now. Does that mean she can't do anything? Of course not, she can join up with others or still try to use her ability? Maybe she'll be successful and overcome this so-called limitation of her power? She'd have a general idea of what the area looked like and Varus' position prior to the fogging. Whether or not he's staying still, let's see. Also, I guess I missed that Alice had a knife. I told most of those who applied that weapons weren't allowed, because that's just dangerous. She'll probably get punished; really depends on Varus' mood.

@January The explosion happened before the fogging, so those who were watching, they would definitely see it.

@Letter Bee LOL. This guessing game is starting to get entertaining.

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I updated. Kinda.

If I missed anyone, just tell me.

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@January@GreenGoat@Riffus Maximus@RoflsMazoy@Ayemdar@Mercurial@Masaki Haruna@KOgaming@banjoanjo@Nanashi Ninanai@hagroden@hagroden@King Tai@Letter Bee@BassDropp@Thecrash20

Promptly responding to the challenge presented to them by their auburn-haired instructor, most turned frantic as they remained clueless on what they should do. With his arms were crossed against his chest and smile on his face, Varus watched his students panic and couldn’t help himself from feeling amused. They were all so inexperienced; it reminded him of a pair of two worthless amateurs from long ago.

Varus’ moment of reminiscing was immediately interupted by a presence he had felt behind him. He turned his head backwards, trying to catch a glimpse of what was actually there. Apparently, a portal of some sort had appeared on his jacket.

“Finally.” He thought to himself as a knife-wielding arm had emerged. To actually point a weapon at Varus could have been considered incredibly brave or extremely foolish. Either way, Varus appreciated the effort. Sadly, this wasn’t enough to impress him.

“You have to do better than that!” Varus exclaimed as he reached for the arm, grabbing it by the wrist. He wasn’t sure who it belonged to, but that didn’t matter. A faint crimson aura had suddenly enveloped Varus’ hand before letting loose a miniature explosion. His hair was slighlty blown to the side, the knife was scorched, and the portal behind him was no more.

The force generated by Varus’ explosion pushed Alice backwards, causing her to lose balance and stumble to the ground. She was stunned at what had happened; what was meant to be a harmless act lead to dire consequences in an instant. However, anxiousness soon filled her mind as she turned to her damaged arm. Or at least, that’s what she was expecting. Upon seeing it, she was surprised to see that she was mistaken. Although a bit numb, her arm remained unscathed as a flickering translucent lining appeared to have protected her.

Alice

Don’t worry, Alice is fine. And at least, even if she wasn’t successful in impressing Varus, she discovered a few things. A clue to what his ability is and the presence of some sort of protective spell around Alice. Time for round two?

As soon as the portal behind him had vanished, Varus was surprised to see someone actually approaching him this time.

“Oh oh, me first!” Akasha said excitedly.

Varus wasn’t sure whether it was absolute confidence in what she could do or merely simple naivity. The only thing he was certain was that he wanted to see what the tan-skinned amazon could do. Closing her eyes, she focused. It was surprising to see someone her age and skill practice the art of chanting; similar to naming, it was considered a variant of spell casting and was usually taught. What Varus wanted to find out was where she learned to do such a technique.

A booming roar suddenly echoed througout the area, redirecting Varus’ attention away from the idle questions that he was contemplating on. The degree of control over her transformation was notable, but what Varus found more intriguing was the brief moment where she was completely dominated by her primal instincts. Akasha was definetely a beast that had yet to discover the entirety of its ferocity.

Also, although not that relevant, Varus adored anything related to felines. Despite his efforts to keep a straight face, he couldn’t help but blush upon seeing Akasha transforming into an actual panther. His fondness for cats was fucking obvious and a tad embarassing.

Akasha, however, was oblivious to Varus’ response. Instead of approaching their instructor, she quickly turned around to face the groups of students with a mischievous glint in her eyes. She spent no time in finding the target of her playfulness as she pounced on her unsuspecting prey.

With an extended arm, Varus stopped himself from going after the panther. As much as he wanted to play with it, he had to be professional and continue to facilitate the ongoing trial. Instead of appreciating the incoming clash between the Akasha and Nihiri, Varus just felt nothing but jealousy. Clearly frustrated by the fact that he wasn’t able to pet Akasha, he bit his buttom lip and grumbled what one could only assume to be incomprehensible words.

His envy had soon dissipated as a good amount of fog billowed into the area. Varus' eyes traced its source and caught a glimpse of Junko before she was completely swallowed by her own magic. As much as he wanted to observe even further, it appeared that he couldn't as the overall visibility of the area had eventually been reduced to nothing.

A blanket of darkness had creepily enveloped everyone. Aside from the shining light from runes an sigils, their vision was completely obscured and most had lost sight of one another.

Junko had hoped to frustrate Varus by tossing a wrench into his plans, but this seemingly didn't annoy the auburn-haired man one bit. On the contrary, it had the opposite effect.

Varus broke out in laughter, as a few tears trickled down from his eyes. "I don't know what your name is, but I like the way you think!

With one arm pressed against his chest and the other resting on his hip, he tried to contain himself before speaking once more. Let's see you lot try and impress me in this fog! I guess there's gonna me more expulsions than I expected"

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Like any other student, Tav was worried since he had no clue on how to take on the challenge given to them. It didn't help that they were suddenly swallowed by a thick cloud of black fog. Taking the initiative, Tav immediately moved and took to the skies. He couldn't think clearly due to all the commission that was taking place. Maybe the skies could calm his mind and give him a better view of what was actually happening.

Sadly, at the peak of his ascent, the most he could see was a dim glow within the fog. What this mean or who this was? He really couldn't tell.

Tav

The idea was great, but unfortunately, the fog's just to thick. I remember you mentioning something about gliding downwards? I suppose Tav could attempt some crude alternative using his shirt. Based from his image, he has two layers of clothing. Perfect time to practice, right?

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While every other student had their own ways of attempting to impress Varus, there was a few that had gathered together; they planned to simply catch him off guard and give him a well-deserved punch. Impressive? Definitely, if they pulled it off. Dangerous? Sure, only if they caught. As most of them began to discuss strategies, impatience fueled by what I assume could only be sugar, had overcome one of them. Relying nothing but her speed and skill, Kyou zoomed through the fog and headed straight to Varus. With a combination of weaves and feints, she hoped to surprise their instructor and show off her supposed talents for close quarters combat.

There would have been some merit to Kyou's action if she just knew where Varus actually was. It was a good thing that she was hidden in the fog; if not, most would see her fighting nothing but thin air. I mean, she could say that she was shadow boxing or something, but everyone would eventually figure out what was actually going on.

OOC

Sorry, guys. Because of the fog, Varus wasn't able to see the others who were showing off. Specifically, Eran's display of power and the crash between Nihiri and Akasha. I guess what you can pick up from this post is that before doing anything, you have to make sure that you at least tried to get Varus' attention. With everyone simultaneously trying to show him what they've got, it wouldn't be unlikely that he'd miss a few people. Maybe doing something as a group was the better choice, right?

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@Sodium I think you missed the edit in my PM.

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@Altasaire Sure, man. If that's what you really want.

@lydyn Alright. I was actually hoping for another female character. We've got too many boys.

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@Zero Hex Can't wait.