Fantasy Academy For The Strange And Gifted

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[Vampiricdoll]

Name: Noel Andrews


Age: 18


Gender: Female


Species: Human


Powers: Immortality


Weapons: None (Yet? She may get one later on.)


Appearance: (She's 4'3 and weighs about 100 pounds.)


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Personality: She's very shy, and timid. She as a very kind look to her, and she's very approachable. Though she may not respond the way you wished, she's actually quite kind-hearted and enjoys company if she already knows them well enough. Meeting new people doesn't come easy to her she has to push herself out of her comfort zone to go and meet people. Though she's very kind and timid, she can't help but be very clumsy and has a hard time not screwing things up.


Bio: Noel's parents have tried to have children before her, and each one would be a miscarriage. When Noel was born early, and had a hard time breathing and she struggled to live, Her parents, not wanting to lose their only child they quickly asked for help from a witch. The witch who was named, Stella came and offered a deal. Like all magic, it comes with a price. When she said that to give live she had to take another, both of the parents offered themselves up. The witch decided the mother, who gave birth to the child would be sufficient. The husband was angered, but the mother of Noel wouldn't change her mind.


Later in life, Noel got quite sick. She was diagnosed with cancer in her heart, and it was at a stage where the doctors couldn't do anything. Her father wanted her so dearly to live, that he once again called up the witch and asked to give her another chance. The witch pondered. If she was already given life, giving another life would make her life eternal. The witch agreed to take care of the child after the father died, and ever since that time Noel has been depressed, though it doesn't show quite well. She thinks that her parent's passing was her fault, and even though her parents died for her, Stella never explained her immortality to her. She later discovered the school, and wanted to attend. Because of her eternal life, the witch thought she was suitable enough to attend and here she is.


Also because of her immortality, she is actually from the middle aged era.


Strengths:

• She cannot die, since her life in immortal.
  
• She loves the sun, so I guess that'd be a strength?
  

Weaknesses:

• Though she can't die, she can still feel pain, exhaustion, ext. and it gets in the way of her trying to succeed.
  
• She doesn't have a lot of body strength, and many call her a weakling, which isn't too far from the truth.
  
• Her depression kicks in a lot so it distracts her and her confidence is low.
  

Extra: She loves flowers, and if she likes you, she'll give you flowers. :3

 

[Vampiricdoll]

Name: Collin


Age: 18


Gender: Male


Species: Dark Elf


Powers: Magic manipulation, shadow manipulation, can hide in shadows and cannot be seen.


Weapons: Twin golden knives.


Appearance:


(I shall draw his appearance soon.)


Personality: Most of the the time he is Blunt, Mysterious, Quiet, Serious. But if you approach him right, he can be kind, helpful, and caring.


Bio: He doesn't like to give much of his background much attention. Not because it's bad, but because he'd rather just talk about someone else. He finds his life quite boring. He has two living parents who are supportive, 3 other siblings attending different schools, and his species is quite popular and aren't in danger whatsoever. Nothing endangering him or his family. He doesn't have enemies or people who hate him. He's quite likable and polite.


Strengths: Moonlight, Darkness, Shadows.


Weaknesses: Sunlight, Light, Flashlights.


Extra: Spends most of his time in the library


Name: Principle Nora


Age: 2310


Gender: Female


Species: Sphinx


Powers: Fire breathing, Wisdom, Tolerance?


Weapons: Herself


Appearance:


(I'll draw her soon!)


Personality: Quiet, Smart, Often speaks in riddles, Stern.


Bio: She started this school many many years ago, and have kept it since. Not much else is know about her background.


Strengths: Sun, Fire, Darkness, Moon.


Weaknesses: Ice, Being beaten at riddles.


Extra: She won't date anyone. Sorry.

 

[FlamelaPG]

Name: Seer / Oracle


Age: Same ages, slightly younger than the Earth. This is quite young for their species


Gender: Both Male


Species: No exact species name is known, Sometimes called "Star men"


Powers: Both are equals in strength but seem to specialize in manipulating gravity, teleportation, size shifting. Capable of flight. Extra powers are too weak away from home.


Weapons: None


Appearance: Seer: Gyazo - 781a46f3cef6a1de6e9a29f2b547bb45.png


Oracle:Gyazo - 4122800c93a829eb40759d5ae6c97aeb.png


(I apologize for my lazy art)


Personality: Seer is the more aggressive of the two, he is angered and offended easily. He tends to feel emotion on the strong side, though tries not to show it, it doesn't always work. Oracle is more laid lack, he can be flirty too in a way. Both are extremely curious creatures. They tend to have a bit of an ego as well.


Bio: Seer and Oracle were born when a star either explodes, or burns out. Seer was born on a dead star, after it burned out he eventually ventured to a dead planet, no life in sight. This is where he discovered what he was possibly made to do: Create. However, after his new "Home Planet" began to flourish, he began to lose this power, the power of creation. It was almost like it was being drained away. This was how he met Oracle. At first they were fierce rivals and enemies, they began to seek an end to the fighting, so that the planet might be saved. After trucing they set off to explore the universe, hoping to better themselves for their past ways. This seems to have brought them..closer.


Strengths: They know how to use their powers


Weaknesses: Emotionaly vulnerable, they aren't exactly headstrong. They also tire much more easily when away from their home. Their weak points are their cosmic tattoos.


Extra: They joined the school in order to learn how to better themselves, and also to learn any basic knowledge they can for their travels in a place where they'd fit in.

 

[Vampiricdoll]

Name: Seer / Oracle
Age: Same ages, slightly younger than the Earth. This is quite young for their species


Gender: Both Male


Species: No exact species name is known, Sometimes called "Star men"


Powers: Both are equals in strength but seem to specialize in manipulating gravity, teleportation, size shifting. Capable of flight. Extra powers are too weak away from home.


Weapons: None


Appearance: Seer: Gyazo - 781a46f3cef6a1de6e9a29f2b547bb45.png


Oracle:Gyazo - 4122800c93a829eb40759d5ae6c97aeb.png


(I apologize for my lazy art)


Personality: Seer is the more aggressive of the two, he is angered and offended easily. He tends to feel emotion on the strong side, though tries not to show it, it doesn't always work. Oracle is more laid lack, he can be flirty too in a way. Both are extremely curious creatures. They tend to have a bit of an ego as well.


Bio: Seer and Oracle were born when a star either explodes, or burns out. Seer was born on a dead star, after it burned out he eventually ventured to a dead planet, no life in sight. This is where he discovered what he was possibly made to do: Create. However, after his new "Home Planet" began to flourish, he began to lose this power, the power of creation. It was almost like it was being drained away. This was how he met Oracle. At first they were fierce rivals and enemies, they began to seek an end to the fighting, so that the planet might be saved. After trucing they set off to explore the universe, hoping to better themselves for their past ways. This seems to have brought them..closer.


Strengths: They know how to use their powers


Weaknesses: Emotionaly vulnerable, they aren't exactly headstrong. They also tire much more easily when away from their home. Their weak points are their cosmic tattoos.


Extra: They joined the school in order to learn how to better themselves, and also to learn any basic knowledge they can for their travels in a place where they'd fit in.

Accepted, Obviously!

 

[FlamelaPG]

[QUOTE="Queen of Fantasy]Accepted, Obviously!

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Thanks haha!

 

[ashlyn heckman]

Name: Ryan Blackwood


Age: 18


Gender: Female


Species: human Werewolf


Powers: Wolf transformation, Enhanced speed, Strength, and Bite.


Weapons: Bow and Arrow


Appearance:

Personality: Mean, Sassy, Horrific.


Bio: "Get away from me, or I'll bite your face off. I don't need to tell you a thing. If you need to know it, then you're stupid."


Strengths: Moonlight, Dark, Dogs/wolves.


Weaknesses: Silver, Holy water, Crosses.


Extra: "Shut the heck up, enough with the questions."

 

[Ravensmikey]

Name: Mason Hart


Age: 19


Gender: male


Species: human


Powers: ice manipulation with a small understanding of water manipulation. (Later on learns that he doesn't control ice but the speed of molecules. In theory he can go in the other direction and burst into flames, but the thought bothers so him, so study is inconclusive)


Weapons: proficient at most weaponary but choose not to fight with any weapon. (More of fight with whatever is around


Appearance:


Personality: Kind guy, who just wants some friends. Not very confident and very oblivious. (Very secretive and emotional) doesn't want to hurt anyone


Bio: Mason's parents died in a fire when he was young. (Cover story he actually froze the blood in their bodies after a violent outburst, which he then started a fire to cover up)?


Strengths: scrappy fighter, knowledge on most weapons and magic. Quick witted, brave, determined


Weaknesses: emotional, lack of confidence, no trust. Startled by fire.


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[Vampiricdoll]

[QUOTE="ashlyn heckman]Name: Ryan Blackwood
Age: 18


Gender: Female


Species: human Werewolf


Powers: Wolf transformation, Enhanced speed, Strength, and Bite.


Weapons: Bow and Arrow


Appearance:

Personality: Mean, Sassy, Horrific.


Bio: "Get away from me, or I'll bite your face off. I don't need to tell you a thing. If you need to know it, then you're stupid."


Strengths: Moonlight, Dark, Dogs/wolves.


Weaknesses: Silver, Holy water, Crosses.


Extra: "Shut the heck up, enough with the questions."

[/QUOTE]

Name: Mason Hart
Age: 19


Gender: male


Species: human


Powers: ice manipulation with a small understanding of water manipulation. (Later on learns that he doesn't control ice but the speed of molecules. In theory he can go in the other direction and burst into flames, but the thought bothers so him, so study is inconclusive)


Weapons: proficient at most weaponary but choose not to fight with any weapon. (More of fight with whatever is around


Appearance:


Personality: Kind guy, who just wants some friends. Not very confident and very oblivious. (Very secretive and emotional) doesn't want to hurt anyone


Bio: Mason's parents died in a fire when he was young. (Cover story he actually froze the blood in their bodies after a violent outburst, which he then started a fire to cover up)?


Strengths: scrappy fighter, knowledge on most weapons and magic. Quick witted, brave, determined


Weaknesses: emotional, lack of confidence, no trust. Startled by fire.


Extra: "havnt I been the good guy enough times today?"

Both accepted

 

[Angelostar4]

Name: Leona Starwell


Age: Appears to be 17 (Actual age: 2000)


Gender: Female


Species: Unknown (Lunarian)


Powers/Traits:


Dark Manipulation- Has the ability to manipulate darkness, meaning she can infuse it with her very being or any surface. But, using the power of darkness can have quite the toll on her so she only uses it sparingly. Since she has such a natural affinity with darkness, she could use dark magic with ease.


Flight: On her person, lies blue wings that can be use for flight. But sadly, Leona doesn't have much control of her flight, and can't even fly for that long.


Superhuman Traits: Such as enhanced strength, speed, and endurance.


Appearance/Weapon:

Personality: Leona is a very proper girl, always respecting other peoples wishes and wants to get on the person good graces while acting like herself. Despite looking expressionless and dead, Leona can be quite the uplifting person. Always wanting others to try their best, despite her not trying her best. Another thing about Leona, is her lack of caring for what people think of her, meaning insults to her mean nothing. But to people she likes, you know she'll defend their honor instead of her own. And lastly but not least, Leona has a rather soft spot for fine looking women. Either if their young or old, she'll still treat them with the utmost respect, and maybe try to woo them... if possible.


Bio: Waking up in a forest, fully clad in armor. Lenoa Starwell suffers from amnesia. With nothing on her mind she looks around the area to talk to some locals she found at a nearby town. They told her of an academy that accepts the strange and gifted. Since she has great manipulation with the power of darkness, one of the locals got her entrance into the place, despite the fact she doesn't even know what she is. But one things for sure, every beautiful woman or sad soul that she come across, Leona tries her best to make them happy whenever possible.


As she was getting into the academy, Leona checks one of her many pockets and found a strange pendent inside of it. Whatever it was, it must have some connection to her memories.


Strengths:


- Can be quite charming


- Is rather tough and can take a lot of abuse


- Has great swordsmanship


- Insults don't get her as much as the average man


- Darkness doesn't hurt as much.


Weakness:


- Cannot kill a woman or even harm one.


- Light attacks, or magic can harm Leona greatly


- She can act rather silly an environments that doesn't call for it.


- Can't really express herself as much as she likes


- A pretty face


Extra:


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[Vampiricdoll]

Name: Leona Starwell
Age: Appears to be 17 (Actual age: 2000)


Gender: Female


Species: Unknown (Lunarian)


Powers/Traits:


Dark Manipulation- Has the ability to manipulate darkness, meaning she can infuse it with her very being or any surface. But, using the power of darkness can have quite the toll on her so she only uses it sparingly. Since she has such a natural affinity with darkness, she could use dark magic with ease.


Flight: On her person, lies blue wings that can be use for flight. But sadly, Leona doesn't have much control of her flight, and can't even fly for that long.


Superhuman Traits: Such as enhanced strength, speed, and endurance.


Appearance/Weapon:

Personality: Leona is a very proper girl, always respecting other peoples wishes and wants to get on the person good graces while acting like herself. Despite looking expressionless and dead, Leona can be quite the uplifting person. Always wanting others to try their best, despite her not trying her best. Another thing about Leona, is her lack of caring for what people think of her, meaning insults to her mean nothing. But to people she likes, you know she'll defend their honor instead of her own. And lastly but not least, Leona has a rather soft spot for fine looking women. Either if their young or old, she'll still treat them with the utmost respect, and maybe try to woo them... if possible.


Bio: Waking up in a forest, fully clad in armor. Lenoa Starwell suffers from amnesia. With nothing on her mind she looks around the area to talk to some locals she found at a nearby town. They told her of an academy that accepts the strange and gifted. Since she has great manipulation with the power of darkness, one of the locals got her entrance into the place, despite the fact she doesn't even know what she is. But one things for sure, every beautiful woman or sad soul that she come across, Leona tries her best to make them happy whenever possible.


As she was getting into the academy, Leona checks one of her many pockets and found a strange pendent inside of it. Whatever it was, it must have some connection to her memories.


Strengths:


- Can be quite charming


- Is rather tough and can take a lot of abuse


- Has great swordsmanship


- Insults don't get her as much as the average man


- Darkness doesn't hurt as much.


Weakness:


- Cannot kill a woman or even harm one.


- Light attacks, or magic can harm Leona greatly


- She can act rather silly an environments that doesn't call for it.


- Can't really express herself as much as she likes


- A pretty face


Extra:


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Accepted

 

[InKryption]

Name: Cryn


Age: Nineteen


Gender: Male


Species: Niemand - Originally Human.


Powers:


Due to his - rather uncommon - race, he has the special ability of speaking with spirits and demons unseen.


Weapons:


An axe of a pitch-black metal, crafted out of his very soul, and therefore almost impossible to break.


Himself, when the opportunity presents it's self, or when all else fails.


Appearance: Left eye has a red iris, while the right one has a green iris. He has exceptionally pale skin, to the point where it looks like he's a dead body in his sleep. He wears a long grey coat, a pair of black gloves, as well as a pair of boots - all of which are for winter. He also wears a scarf, which was sown together by a once dear family member of his, which is now dead (the scarf is of many dark blue shades).


Personality: Calm, occasionally comedic when the right moment comes. Not very social, as in, doesn't like big crowds of people, and will most likely flee when such a thing appears. When it comes to being secretive about certain things, he's an expert, but is a trustworthy person who has amended for his past crimes, commited when he was young.


Bio: Cryn was once just a fourteen year old boy who lived with his only friend called Axen, who was just thirteen at the time. They were partners in crime - small, but efficient enough crime to keep them fed. Their families had been killed by a group of people who had it in for the Berranges and Ascaneos.


One day, said group of people found the two of them, and cornered them in the abandoned apartment building they called home. Though, Axen distracted them all enough for Cryn to get away, with much refusal in the beginning though. But eventually, he had no choice but to do so. He lost them in a wide wheat field that went on for miles. He found an abandoned house with a dark aspect to it in the middle of it all. Presumably once the house of an old farmer. It was there that he vowed that he'd avenge his parents', and more importantly, Axen's death. He vowed to spill every single one of those bastards' blood. But then he felt a sharp pain in his left shoulder. His body was in shock, and was unable to move. Only seconds after did he realize that he had been shot, and that there was a tall, sinister figure approaching him. A large grin was spread across the figure's face, as he threw away the gun, and took out his knife. He made sure Cryn would bleed to Death by first stabbing his already injured shoulder, and then stabbing the left part of his chest seven times of a row, all within seconds. He then left without a word, and with that empty grin with which he had approached Cryn.


It had been some time since the man had left Cryn to bleed out - no less than an hour. When his body finally overcame the inital shock of being shot in the shoulder, it became evident that he had lost too much blood to move, or even whisper a word or two. It was there he would die, without having completed his vow - or so he thought. A strange being appeared in the darkness before him. An incorporeal face, with a wide grin. It offered him a deal: vengance, in exchange for his soul.

Though he thought this to be a hallucination, due to all the blood he had lost, and the evident lack of oxygen from not being able to breathe properly, maybe due to a bit of hope that still lingered in his heart. Then everything went black


When he awoke, he was met with nothing but a void of darkness. Though, in the distance, there was a light. A candle light, maybe. He approached it, and found that it was indeed a candle, being held by a skeleton all clad in black, with a scythe on it's back. It was Death. Death smiled at Cryn, and held out the candle they held. But they quickly drew it back, with an expression of confusion. But then they gained an expression of realization, right before the incorporeal face which had offered Cryn vengance appeared. It chuckled, as it said "Not this one, buddy. I'll be taking care of 'im". And with that, Death gave a nod, before walking away into the darkness, till' not even the candle light could be seen.


The incorporeal face introduced it's self as Bryztin, King of Nothing. He told Cryn that he was no longer the Cryn Berrange he once was. He also told him that he had big plans for him, but that for now, he could roam free. Then, everything faded to black again.


Cryn awoke to the light of a new day. The silhouette of somebody could be seen from a window, but no distinguishing features could be seen. It seemed to have left something on the ground, before running off. It was only after Cryn began getting up that he realized that all the damages he had taken were gone. All that remained on his chest was a large scar - a conjunction of all the stabs that the psychopath had left on his left breast.


When Cryn went outside, he found that a package had been left on the ground. In it, he found an axe that shimmered in the daylight, even though it was made out of a pitch-black metal.


It was only after he realized that he was a bit cold - which is why he was thankful he had worn winter clothes that day, as he didn't have any summer clothes to spare. This was odd, but he brushed it off.


Many things happened to Cryn. He went on a journey of discovery, and supernatural occurrences. On this journey, he had found out as much as this: he was now a Niemand, and he had originally thought.


Therefore, he did a good bit of research, and found that there was an interesting school known as "Academy For The Strange And Gifted", or in short, ASG. He did all he could to get into the school, to maybe find out more about himself, and about other supernatural beings that maybe had a similar situation to him. Though that wasn't going to be easy, taking his social skills into account. The one and only person he had ever spoken to all his life was Axen, and he was dead. But he still wanted to try. So he could maybe master what power he had, and find those that took everything he ever had away from him, and spill their blood with the axe which was, according to Bryztin, in a conversation they had long ago during his "journey", crafted out of his very soul.


Strengths:


He doesn't require sleep for very long amounts of time - two hours suffice.


He sees quite well in all environments, dark and light.


When it comes to brute force, Cryn is normally the victor, because, unlike many other beings, he can use 100% of his strength, due to his body not having to reserve any for other functions like breathing, pumping blood, etc.


Since his organs are no longer in function, if one were to stab him or strangle him, it would most likely be painful, but not deadly.


As a half-apathetic being, he is able to see through people's masks, and into their real emotions. As in, he's quite observant, and can smell a negative feeling from a mile away, whether it be a teenage girl, or a professional actor.


Weaknesses:


Though he has the anatomy of a human being, none of his organs are in use - save his brain. Therefore, his bloodstream does not flow, and his body temperature does not regulate - if in a very cold environment for a long period of time, he will be crippled, unable to move or even speak, become weakened for some time.


If one were to make Cryn fall in love with them, his heart would begin to beat. In this time, that such a situation is present, if someone were to sink a knife directly into his heart, he would most certainly die.


When it comes to important decisions, for himself or others, Cryn is at a loss, and can't think straight.


Doesn't have a good grip on what magic now resides in his being.


Has a Syndrome known as "Aspergers", which makes socializing more difficult for him than for other people. Though, during all the time he's been living, he's learnt to blend in, and not stick out like a sore thumb. So, while in most social situations he'd be fine, in some, he'll freeze and become overly self-conscious.


Long distance combat. This is self-explanatory.


Extra:


Is able to choose when he feels emotion - save for when he would begin to feel affection for someone.


Even when in broad daylight, he casts no shadow. And in the mirror, he is only seen as a black figure with glowing red eyes, emotionless and empty.


He was born sometime around 2072, and has travelled through Nowhere - with the help of Bryztin, King of Nothing - to this time period, as part of his journey.


Is in possession of a book that replies to whatever you may write in it.


7'2 Feet tall


Niemand: A being without a soul, whether it be soled to a demon, or gambled away, or whatever other means one has to losing spiritual ownership of their soul. Upon becoming a Niemand, one will gain oddly-coloured eyes [for their species, that is], as well as a very pale skin. They are unsocial creatures, which are often just seen by many as sociopaths, or even psychopaths at times. This is mainly because of the fact that they can switch between feeling and not feeling emotion at will - save for when they begin to feel affection for someone.


Most of them have a "Bloodright", which is a right by blood. The stronger the Bloodright one has, the better connection with demons they will have.


Their organs, no matter what the original race, no longer work after having been turned Niemand, apart from when they feel affection for someone - that is when their heart begins to beat.


While a Niemand is most often born through deals with the devil, one can also be birthed as a Niemand by two Niemand partners. The child will bare all the same traits as a normal Niemand. On the rare occasion that a Niemand interlopes with a non-Niemand being, if they were to bare a child, it would be known as a Half-Niemand. Half-Niemands have their soul, as all a Niemand actually imports to the process is "nothing". Though, genetically speaking, they can have such things as pale skin, and oddly-coloured eyes, much like a Niemand.


The word "Niemand" comes from the afrikaans word of "Nobody", as Niemands first appeared, and were first recognized in South Africa.


Just in case you're wondering, the race/species "Niemand" was made by me, and you won't be able to find this anywhere else, save for if you find it somewhere where I've written before.

 

[Yuubarin]

Name: Hilja Takala


Age: 20


Gender: Female


Species:Child of a human and a haltija


Powers: She can grant true emotional empathy to others and clean and restore unliving objects smaller than herself to earlier states.


Weapons: A bronze spear.


Appearance:

Personality:She speaks softly when she speaks at all and detests violence to the point that she would not strike another unless not doing so would cost her life. She prefers to be in the company of a small number of people, but does not particularly dislike crowds. She dislikes talking much about herself and considers much of the details of her life to be her own business.


Bio: Not being fully human or much like a haltija, she began the search for her place in the world as soon as she was fully independent from her parents. After a few years of working various jobs and looking into schools, she directed her efforts towards getting into the academy to find direction and mature as a person.


Strengths: She has very fine coordination and a high degree of stamina, can move fairly swiftly and has slightly greater strength than she appears to. She is also a skilled cook and cleaning and maintaining living spaces comes naturally to her.


Weaknesses: She lacks any special resistances to either physical or magical attack and has a low tolerance for pain. Her outlook on life also causes her to see little need for proceeding at anything quicker than a comfortable pace in most situations. Despite taking life slowly, she is quick to develop strong feelings in regards to people and things, whether they be negative of positive.


Extra: She believes love is the most powerful driving force in the world.

 

[Vampiricdoll]

Name: Cryn
Age: Nineteen


Gender: Male


Species: Niemand - Originally Human.


Powers:


Due to his - rather uncommon - race, he has the special ability of speaking with spirits and demons unseen.


Weapons:


An axe of a pitch-black metal, crafted out of his very soul, and therefore almost impossible to break.


Himself, when the opportunity presents it's self, or when all else fails.


Appearance: Left eye has a red iris, while the right one has a green iris. He has exepcionally pale skin, to the point where it looks like he's a dead body in his sleep. He wears a long grey coat, a pair of black gloves, as well as a pair of boots - all of which are for winter. He also wears a scarf, which was sown together by a once dear family member of his, which is now dead (the scarf is of many dark blue shades).


(Rough depiction of Cryn by a friend of mine).


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Personality: Calm, occasionally comedic when the right moment comes. Not very social, as in, doesn't like big crowds of people, and will most likely flee when such a thing appears. When it comes to being secretive about certain things, he's an expert, but is a trustworthy person who has amended for his past crimes, commited when he was young.


Bio: Cryn was once just a fourteen year old boy who lived with his only friend called Axen, who was just thirteen at the time. They were partners in crime - small, but efficient enough crime to keep them fed. Their families had been killed by a group of people who had it in for the Berranges and Ascaneos.


One day, said group of people found the two of them, and cornered them in the abandoned apartment building they called home. Though, Axen distracted them all enough for Cryn to get away, with much refusal in the beginning though. But eventually, he had no choice but to do so. He lost them in a wide wheat field that went on for miles. He found an abandoned house with a dark aspect to it in the middle of it all. Presumably once the house of an old farmer. It was there that he vowed that he'd avenge his parents', and more importantly, Axen's death. He vowed to spill every single one of those bastards' blood. But then he felt a sharp pain in his left shoulder. His body was in shock, and was unable to move. Only seconds after did he realize that he had been shot, and that there was a tall, sinister figure approaching him. A large grin was spread across the figure's face, as he threw away the gun, and took out his knife. He made sure Cryn would bleed to Death by first stabbing his already injured shoulder, and then stabbing the left part of his chest seven times of a row, all within seconds. He then left without a word, and with that empty grin with which he had approached Cryn.


It had been some time since the man had left Cryn to bleed out - no less than an hour. When his body finally overcame the inital shock of being shot in the shoulder, it became evident that he had lost too much blood to move, or even whisper a word or two. It was there he would die, without having completed his vow - or so he thought. A strange being appeared in the darkness before him. An incorporeal face, with a wide grin. It offered him a deal: vengance, in exchange for his soul.

Though he thought this to be a hallucination, due to all the blood he had lost, and the evident lack of oxygen from not being able to breathe properly, maybe due to a bit of hope that still lingered in his heart. Then everything went black


When he awoke, he was met with nothing but a void of darkness. Though, in the distance, there was a light. A candle light, maybe. He approached it, and found that it was indeed a candle, being held by a skeleton all clad in black, with a scythe on it's back. It was Death. Death smiled at Cryn, and held out the candle they held. But they quickly drew it back, with an expression of confusion. But then they gained an expression of realization, right before the incorporeal face which had offered Cryn vengance appeared. It chuckled, as it said "Not this one, buddy. I'll be taking care of 'im". And with that, Death gave a nod, before walking away into the darkness, till' not even the candle light could be seen.


The incorporeal face introduced it's self as Bryztin, King of Nothing. He told Cryn that he was no longer the Cryn Berrange he once was. He also told him that he had big plans for him, but that for now, he could roam free. Then, everything faded to black again.


Cryn awoke to the light of a new day. The silhouette of somebody could be seen from a window, but no distinguishing features could be seen. It seemed to have left something on the ground, before running off. It was only after Cryn began getting up that he realized that all the damages he had taken were gone. All that remained on his chest was a large scar - a conjunction of all the stabs that the psychopath had left on his left breast.


When Cryn went outside, he found that a package had been left on the ground. In it, he found an axe that shimmered in the daylight, even though it was made out of a pitch-black metal.


It was only after he realized that he was a bit cold - which is why he was thankful he had worn winter clothes that day, as he didn't have any summer clothes to spare. This was odd, but he brushed it off.


Many things happened to Cryn. He went on a journey of discovery, and supernatural occurrences. On this journey, he had found out as much as this: he was now a Niemand, and he had originally thought.


Therefore, he did a good bit of research, and found that there was an interesting school known as "Academy For The Strange And Gifted", or in short, ASG. He did all he could to get into the school, to maybe find out more about himself, and about other supernatural beings that maybe had a similar situation to him. Though that wasn't going to be easy, taking his social skills into account. The one and only person he had ever spoken to all his life was Axen, and he was dead. But he still wanted to try. So he could maybe master what power he had, and find those that took everything he ever had away from him, and spill their blood with the axe which was, according to Bryztin, in a conversation they had long ago during his "journey", crafted out of his very soul.


Strengths:


He doesn't require sleep for very long amounts of time - two hours suffice.


He sees quite well in all environments, dark and light.


When it comes to brute force, Cryn is normally the victor, because, unlike many other beings, he can use 100% of his strength, due to his body not having to reserve any for other functions like breathing, pumping blood, etc.


Since his organs are no longer in function, if one were to stab him or strangle him, it would most likely be painful, but not deadly.


As a half-apathetic being, he is able to see through people's masks, and into their real emotions. As in, he's quite observant, and can smell a negative feeling from a mile away, whether it be a teenage girl, or a professional actor.


Weaknesses:


Though he has the anatomy of a human being, none of his organs are in use - save his brain. Therefore, his bloodstream does not flow, and his body temperature does not regulate - if in a very cold environment for a long period of time, he will be crippled, unable to move or even speak, become weakened for some time.


If one were to make Cryn fall in love with them, his heart would begin to beat. In this time, that such a situation is present, if someone were to sink a knife directly into his heart, he would most certainly die.


When it comes to important decisions, for himself or others, Cryn is at a loss, and can't think straight.


Doesn't have a good grip on what magic now resides in his being.


Has a Syndrome known as "Aspergers", which makes socializing more difficult for him than for other people. Though, during all the time he's been living, he's learnt to blend in, and not stick out like a sore thumb. So, while in most social situations he'd be fine, in some, he'll freeze and become overly self-conscious.


Long distance combat. This is self-explanatory.


Extra:


Is able to choose when he feels emotion - save for when he would begin to feel affection for someone.


Even when in broad daylight, he casts no shadow. And in the mirror, he is only seen as a black figure with glowing red eyes, emotionless and empty.


He was born sometime around 2072, and has travelled through Nowhere - with the help of Bryztin, King of Nothing - to this time period, as part of his journey.


Is in possession of a book that replies to whatever you may write in it.


Niemand: A being without a soul, whether it be soled to a demon, or gambled away, or whatever other means one has to losing spiritual ownership of their soul. Upon becoming a Niemand, one will gain oddly-coloured eyes [for their species, that is], as well as a very pale skin. They are unsocial creatures, which are often just seen by many as sociopaths, or even psychopaths at times. This is mainly because of the fact that they can switch between feeling and not feeling emotion at will - save for when they begin to feel affection for someone.


Most of them have a "Bloodright", which is a right by blood. The stronger the Bloodright one has, the better connection with demons they will have.


Their organs, no matter what the original race, no longer work after having been turned Niemand, apart from when they feel affection for someone - that is when their heart begins to beat.


While a Niemand is most often born through deals with the devil, one can also be birthed as a Niemand by two Niemand partners. The child will bare all the same traits as a normal Niemand. On the rare occasion that a Niemand interlopes with a non-Niemand being, if they were to bare a child, it would be known as a Half-Niemand. Half-Niemands have their soul, as all a Niemand actually imports to the process is "nothing". Though, genetically speaking, they can have such things as pale skin, and oddly-coloured eyes, much like a Niemand.


The word "Niemand" comes from the afrikaans word of "Nobody", as Niemands first appeared, and were first recognized in South Africa.


Just in case you're wondering, the race/species "Niemand" was made by me, and you won't be able to find this anywhere else, save for if you find it somewhere where I've written before.

Accepted

 

[Vampiricdoll]

Name: Hilja Takala
Age: 20


Gender: Female


Species:Child of a human and a haltija


Powers: She can grant true emotional empathy to others and clean and restore unliving objects smaller than herself to earlier states.


Weapons: A bronze spear.


Appearance:

Personality:She speaks softly when she speaks at all and detests violence to the point that she would not strike another unless not doing so would cost her life. She prefers to be in the company of a small number of people, but does not particularly dislike crowds. She dislikes talking much about herself and considers much of the details of her life to be her own business.


Bio: Not being fully human or much like a haltija, she began the search for her place in the world as soon as she was fully independent from her parents. After a few years of working various jobs and looking into schools, she directed her efforts towards getting into the academy to find direction and mature as a person.


Strengths: She has very fine coordination and a high degree of stamina, can move fairly swiftly and has slightly greater strength than she appears to. She is also a skilled cook and cleaning and maintaining living spaces comes naturally to her.


Weaknesses: She lacks any special resistances to either physical or magical attack and has a low tolerance for pain. Her outlook on life also causes her to see little need for proceeding at anything quicker than a comfortable pace in most situations. Despite taking life slowly, she is quick to develop strong feelings in regards to people and things, whether they be negative of positive.


Extra: She believes love is the most powerful driving force in the world.

Accepted

 

[PixieDusts]

THE TWINS

Name:

"My name is Roseamay, twerp is Falcon." "People call her Rose though..." "Oh shut it!"



Age:

"Why would I tell you?""18."



Gender:

"Wanna see?""She's Female, I'm Male."



Species:

"Shifters, not Shapeshifters, Shifters! Don't fuck it up!"



Powers:

"I can turn into your mom!""Our powers are mostly the same. We can turn into any animal there is. But there is a limit, if we turn into it for so long, the creature over powers us and it takes control? Anyways, she's still learning so it's harder for her, she changes with her emotions...""Ruining my fun?"




Weapons:

"Mine is the two awesome ones!!"

Appearance:

"I loo-...""You can kinda see which is which..."

Personality:
​

"To be honest I think I'm a very kind person. But of course I'll never show my sweet, loving, adorable side. I may be short, and I tell you that now, but I have a big temper, and trust me, it's pretty big. It's trigger easy per say, maybe a little harder than I make it seem. Anyways!! I wouldn't call myself bipolar... More tripolar. If you've heard about that it's when you have like three different sides, but I don't know, lemme explain it. It's where I'll laugh and cry as I beat the shit out of someone... So yeah. Here's the thing. I am a huge trouble maker. Yes I fight, Yes I get in trouble, No I don't listen to anyone, Yes I will get annoying so you're welcome!!" "I'm some what the same at some things... but mostly I'm just the opposite."

​

Bio:

"Well... When me and my sister were born, my mother died in our place to live. My dad never forgave us. When we were 4 he had remarried. They had 3 other boys, not looking good for Rose. Rose is considered the maid of the house, I try to help out as much as I can, but our step-mom hates us. Our dad never likes to hang out with us, he's rarely home, always taking the others out... while we're stuck home."

Strengths:

"I have muscles!""Oh just shut up and let me speak for once... So! My strengths? Well it all depends. We're both good at close range, and hand to hand combat. My brother is quiet strong. I am okay? other than that I can't think of anything right now."

Weaknesses:

"W-..""My turn to talk! My little sister speaks before she acts. She speaks her mind and that gets her in trouble. We're kinda back at long range, but we're okay at it. I let people in... way to much, that's one thing I need to stop doing. And I trust ever so easily."

Extra:

"Don't say a w-...""She's 4'4, I'm 6'3..." "Stop doing that!!"

@Queen of Fantasy
​

 

[Vampiricdoll]

THE TWINS

Name:

"My name is Roseamay, twerp is Falcon." "People call her Rose though..." "Oh shut it!"

Age:

"Why would I tell you?""18."

Gender:

"Wanna see?""She's Female, I'm Male."

Species:

"Shifters, not Shapeshifters, Shifters! Don't fuck it up!"

Powers:

"I can turn into your mom!""Our powers are mostly the same. We can turn into any animal there is. But there is a limit, if we turn into it for so long, the creature over powers us and it takes control? Anyways, she's still learning so it's harder for her, she changes with her emotions...""Ruining my fun?"




Weapons:

"Mine is the two awesome ones!!"

Appearance:

"I loo-...""You can kinda see which is which..."

Personality:

"To be honest I think I'm a very kind person. But of course I'll never show my sweet, loving, adorable side. I may be short, and I tell you that now, but I have a big temper, and trust me, it's pretty big. It's trigger easy per say, maybe a little harder than I make it seem. Anyways!! I wouldn't call myself bipolar... More tripolar. If you've heard about that it's when you have like three different sides, but I don't know, lemme explain it. It's where I'll laugh and cry as I beat the shit out of someone... So yeah. Here's the thing. I am a huge trouble maker. Yes I fight, Yes I get in trouble, No I don't listen to anyone, Yes I will get annoying so you're welcome!!" "I'm some what the same at some things... but mostly I'm just the opposite."

Bio:

"Well... When me and my sister were born, my mother died in our place to live. My dad never forgave us. When we were 4 he had remarried. They had 3 other boys, not looking good for Rose. Rose is considered the maid of the house, I try to help out as much as I can, but our step-mom hates us. Our dad never likes to hang out with us, he's rarely home, always taking the others out... while we're stuck home."

Strengths:

"I have muscles!""Oh just shut up and let me speak for once... So! My strengths? Well it all depends. We're both good at close range, and hand to hand combat. My brother is quiet strong. I am okay? other than that I can't think of anything right now."

Weaknesses:

"W-..""My turn to talk! My little sister speaks before she acts. She speaks her mind and that gets her in trouble. We're kinda back at long range, but we're okay at it. I let people in... way to much, that's one thing I need to stop doing. And I trust ever so easily."

Extra:

"Don't say a w-...""She's 4'4, I'm 6'3..." "Stop doing that!!"

@Queen of Fantasy
​

Accepted

 

[ZappiestAbyss]

Name: Misery


Age: older than heaven and hell


Gender: male


Species: Masked one


Powers: has none but his strength and speed are inhuman


Weapons: a katana containing the soul of his dead wife


Appearance: he wears slim black knight armor under a black cloak. He has a black tragedy mask that he never takes off. He has black hair and multiple scars on his chest and back.


Personality: he is caring, goofy, brave, loyal, and blunt.


Bio: TBR


Strengths: Thousands of years of hard training has made him capable of defending himself against Titans and gods alike


Weaknesses: Any weakness a human has


Extra: doesn't do the whole cutesy shit sorry.

 

[Vampiricdoll]

Name: Misery
Age: older than heaven and hell


Gender: male


Species: Masked one


Powers: has none but his strength and speed are inhuman


Weapons: a katana containing the soul of his dead wife


Appearance: he wears slim black knight armor under a black cloak. He has a black tragedy mask that he never takes off. He has black hair and multiple scars on his chest and back.


Personality: he is caring, goofy, brave, loyal, and blunt.


Bio: TBR


Strengths: Thousands of years of hard training has made him capable of defending himself against Titans and gods alike


Weaknesses: Any weakness a human has


Extra: doesn't do the whole cutesy shit sorry.

Accepted

 

[Angelostar4]

THE TWINS

Name:

"My name is Roseamay, twerp is Falcon." "People call her Rose though..." "Oh shut it!"

Age:

"Why would I tell you?""18."

Gender:

"Wanna see?""She's Female, I'm Male."

Species:

"Shifters, not Shapeshifters, Shifters! Don't fuck it up!"

Powers:

"I can turn into your mom!""Our powers are mostly the same. We can turn into any animal there is. But there is a limit, if we turn into it for so long, the creature over powers us and it takes control? Anyways, she's still learning so it's harder for her, she changes with her emotions...""Ruining my fun?"




Weapons:

"Mine is the two awesome ones!!"

Appearance:

"I loo-...""You can kinda see which is which..."

Personality:

"To be honest I think I'm a very kind person. But of course I'll never show my sweet, loving, adorable side. I may be short, and I tell you that now, but I have a big temper, and trust me, it's pretty big. It's trigger easy per say, maybe a little harder than I make it seem. Anyways!! I wouldn't call myself bipolar... More tripolar. If you've heard about that it's when you have like three different sides, but I don't know, lemme explain it. It's where I'll laugh and cry as I beat the shit out of someone... So yeah. Here's the thing. I am a huge trouble maker. Yes I fight, Yes I get in trouble, No I don't listen to anyone, Yes I will get annoying so you're welcome!!" "I'm some what the same at some things... but mostly I'm just the opposite."

Bio:

"Well... When me and my sister were born, my mother died in our place to live. My dad never forgave us. When we were 4 he had remarried. They had 3 other boys, not looking good for Rose. Rose is considered the maid of the house, I try to help out as much as I can, but our step-mom hates us. Our dad never likes to hang out with us, he's rarely home, always taking the others out... while we're stuck home."

Strengths:

"I have muscles!""Oh just shut up and let me speak for once... So! My strengths? Well it all depends. We're both good at close range, and hand to hand combat. My brother is quiet strong. I am okay? other than that I can't think of anything right now."

Weaknesses:

"W-..""My turn to talk! My little sister speaks before she acts. She speaks her mind and that gets her in trouble. We're kinda back at long range, but we're okay at it. I let people in... way to much, that's one thing I need to stop doing. And I trust ever so easily."

Extra:

"Don't say a w-...""She's 4'4, I'm 6'3..." "Stop doing that!!"

@Queen of Fantasy
​

"Ahh~ Such a beautiful sight to behold! A spirited young maiden with absolutely wonderful physique. My~ My~ *Fans self* I think I might faint if I stay more in your presence m'lady. *Looks at the other twin* And you my good sir, look strapping as well... but maybe not like your sister."

 

[Dante Verren]

Name: Amaro Fortuna


Age: 17


Gender: Male


Species: Half-Human, Hlaf-Dragon.


Powers: Amaro can channel his Dragon blood and magic transforming him into a fighter form.


Weapons: Normal Form: Hand gun.


Fighter Form: Lance, Shield.


Appearance: Fighter Form:

Human Form:

Personality: Amaro is Proud, overconfident, and sees everyone with mistrust until he gets to know them which rarely happens. Amaro also really hates to lose. However for those that he is able to warm up to he is kind, compassionate, and caring.


Bio: Amaro was born in a small town of Italy as an only child to a poor single mother. Amaro never knew his father growing up and every time he tried asking him about him his questions where just brushed away. It wasn’t just his mother who ignored answering questions about his father but none of the townsfolk seemed to want to answer his questions.


As Amaro grew older he began to see what he had been to naïve to see before. The villagers shuned him and his mother only dealing with them whenever they had to. No one was rude or anything like that they were just distant. They always seemed hesitant and frightened when Amaro and his mother where around. On his fourteen birthday he discovered why.


On his fourteenth birthday his village was attacked by a red dragon. The town was reduce to ash along with its residents all except for one. Thanks to the blood of dragons that filled his veins he barely survived. It turns out that the dragon that destroyed his village was dyeing and its body laid in the ruins of the town square. Amaro filled with rage for the loss of his mother confronted the dragon only to find that its life was fading fast. Amaro reached out and touched the dragon’s corpse and was met with a spasm of pain that knocked him unconscious.


When Amuro awoke he was greeted by a new feeling. That of power and of rage and he didn’t know how but he knew that the dragon responsible for his mother’s death was his father. Amaro then spent the next 3 years wandering and honing his strength along with his hate of all dragonkind. He developed his fighter form and in time found his way to the Academy of the Strange and gifted where he hopes to hone his skills and grow strong enough to protect what he finds dear and destroy what he deems as evil.


Strengths: Well trained in melee combat, Resistance to fire and heat, quick thinking


Weaknesses: Prideful, His mistrust for other people, Explosive anger. Fighter Mode also uses up lots of energy so it cannot be maintained for periods of more than 10 minutes without a break.


Extra: N/A

 

[Vampiricdoll]

[QUOTE="Dante Verren]Name: Amaro Fortuna
Age: 17


Gender: Male


Species: Half-Human, Hlaf-Dragon.


Powers: Amaro can channel his Dragon blood and magic transforming him into a fighter form.


Weapons: Normal Form: Hand gun.


Fighter Form: Lance, Shield.


Appearance: Fighter Form:

Human Form:

Personality: Amaro is Proud, overconfident, and sees everyone with mistrust until he gets to know them which rarely happens. Amaro also really hates to lose. However for those that he is able to warm up to he is kind, compassionate, and caring.


Bio: Amaro was born in a small town of Italy as an only child to a poor single mother. Amaro never knew his father growing up and every time he tried asking him about him his questions where just brushed away. It wasn’t just his mother who ignored answering questions about his father but none of the townsfolk seemed to want to answer his questions.


As Amaro grew older he began to see what he had been to naïve to see before. The villagers shuned him and his mother only dealing with them whenever they had to. No one was rude or anything like that they were just distant. They always seemed hesitant and frightened when Amaro and his mother where around. On his fourteen birthday he discovered why.


On his fourteenth birthday his village was attacked by a red dragon. The town was reduce to ash along with its residents all except for one. Thanks to the blood of dragons that filled his veins he barely survived. It turns out that the dragon that destroyed his village was dyeing and its body laid in the ruins of the town square. Amaro filled with rage for the loss of his mother confronted the dragon only to find that its life was fading fast. Amaro reached out and touched the dragon’s corpse and was met with a spasm of pain that knocked him unconscious.


When Amuro awoke he was greeted by a new feeling. That of power and of rage and he didn’t know how but he knew that the dragon responsible for his mother’s death was his father. Amaro then spent the next 3 years wandering and honing his strength along with his hate of all dragonkind. He developed his fighter form and in time found his way to the Academy of the Strange and gifted where he hopes to hone his skills and grow strong enough to protect what he finds dear and destroy what he deems as evil.


Strengths: Well trained in melee combat, Resistance to fire and heat, quick thinking


Weaknesses: Prideful, His mistrust for other people, Explosive anger. Fighter Mode also uses up lots of energy so it cannot be maintained for periods of more than 10 minutes without a break.


Extra: N/A

[/QUOTE]
Accept d

 

[GlytchMeister]

Name: Jack Cooper (not his birth name)


Age: twenty


Gender: Male


Species: Human


Powers: intellect (Technomancer), renaissance man, omnidisciplinary scientist and engineer, encyclopedic knowledge, woodsman skills (Ranger-ish), Constructive Cowardice, extensive knowledge of wormholes and quantum tunneling effect. Extremely proficient with programming and cybersecurity. Absolutely no magic whatsoever, though he has an extreme resistance to all mind-altering/interfering/controlling magic and telepathy due to the sheer power of his mind, the scale of his intellect, and the adamant nature of his will. One of his favorite devices allows him to teleport himself and, in some cases, other objects and beings


Weapons: Graphene composite recurve bow with carbon nanotube bowstring, Forearm-mounted electrified switchblade (Jacob's Blade) on right arm, toroidal spacial wormhole shield on left arm, Discombobulator (LRAD + LED Incapacitator + Microwave Emitter), Directed ElectroMagnetic Pulse generator, Quantum Tunneler, computers of various sizes (Neural implants, a phone, a tablet, a laptop, and a supercomputer/server called The Behemoth he will store somewhere), whatever other devices he can cook up


Armor: Can manufacture extremely advanced materials, metal alloys, and chemicals, which he uses to craft highly durable and light armor


Appearance:


Medium dark brown hair, generally kept about 1.5 to 2 inches, slight golden and copper iridescence (is replaced with silver with gold and copper iridescence when he gets old). Slightly curly/wavy. Major cowlick up front produces an unruly curl left of center right at the hairline. Parted on the left. Generally spends about 5 seconds a day putting hair where it belongs, and it sorta stays there. No hair gel, just basic shampoo. Also no comb or brush. Just pushes it around with fingers and hands.


No sideburns, he keeps those shaved. Round hairline no widow's peak, has a slight tail thing at the back.


Eyes appear brown from a distance, but up close have major silver, gold, and copper components. Sclera are very, very white (light sensitivity, good night vision).


Wears wire-frame glasses. Lenses are rounded trapezoids: top, bottom, and outer edges are all curved roughly at right angles, but the inner edges are curved more like /\ (follows shape of nose better than simple ovals or rectangles)


Photosensitive lenses - usually about 20% tinted indoors, will go very very dark in sunlight.


Horrifically nearsighted. Can only see vague shapes beyond arm's length. A human face just looks like a blob from ten feet away. Seriously, damn near blind without his glasses.


Caucasian/tan. Never pale unless ill or extremely terrified. Doesn't sunburn easily.


5 foot 9 inches - 180 lbs.


Medium, slightly high pitched voice. Can talk very fast when caffeinated, excited, or stressed.


Usually clean shaven - if not, stubble mainly on sideburns and chin - stubble stops growing when it reaches about 1/8th of an inch - never gets any longer.


Naturally lean, high metabolism. Eats a lot, never seems to gain weight. Very chiseled physique, due to regular parkour and archery training


Broad shouldered. Powerful, but not meaty or musclebound musculature due to archery, climbing, parkour, hiking, and swimming experience - has made sure he can navigate almost any terrain with ease and expertise. Excellent stamina, but he really needs food and water if he is to keep going longer than about five hours


Hands are rather small and delicate-looking, but are very strong. Nails are never long - keeps them short for climbing. Always wears gloves when doing manual labor to prevent blisters and calluses. Perfect for performing precision soldering, rapid typing on keyboards and small touch screens, and making use of small handholds when climbing or reaching into tight spaces when tinkering. Smooth skin allows for using "slapholds" better.


Somewhat weak jaw, cheekbones aren't very prominent. Overbite is noticeable, but doesn't have buckteeth. Grecian nose.


Personality:


Very geeky and nerdy, extremely fascinated with science and technology. Knows more random and seemingly useless information than almost anybody, with the exception of very intelligent and/or very old beings. Easily distracted unless his attention is captured by something he is interested in - he can become extremely focused and mute out the rest of the world if he really gets into it.


A gentleman and chivalrous nearly to a fault - holds doors for ladies and is very polite, while still remaining casual and relaxed when he can get away with it.


Frequently half-smiles, Especially when he is being cheeky or he thinks he's being clever.


Can put on the most disconcerting mad-scientist-grin/slasher smile you ever saw.


Always watching. Has a habit of always having an exit strategy, and is always watching, analyzing, and calculating. Eyes rarely focus on one thing for very long in social situations. Appears very easily distracted, but is actually focused on many things at once. Can hold one conversation while listening in on another two, and can jump between them seamlessly.


When there are lots of people about, becomes very fidgety.


Aversion to having his picture taken, a leftover from when he was always on the run. More comfortable about pictures when he trusts and knows the person taking the picture, or when he has control over the picture.


Almost always wears a hood, frequently layers them. Outermost hood is always a deep cowl, hides his face very well. When he takes his hood off, it's major serious business. When he makes eye contact without the hood, it's very intense, mainly because he hardly ever makes such direct eye contact.


Movement is generally rapid and slightly twitchy. Can dance older, more traditional dances. Doesn't do modern dance at all. Favorite song to dance to is "Assassin's Tango."


When fighting, he strives to be unpredictable. Focuses on dodging, getting into advantageous positions, and creating distance so he can use his bow. Later on, he becomes more versed in close combat, preferring unarmed, or a forearm-mounted dual-action out-the-front switchblade (the Jacob's Blade).


Tends to dress in reds and blacks in dressy situations. Defaults to jeans and red, black, or grey in casual situations. White is rare.


Likes water, swimming, rain, and thunderstorms. Terrified of tornadoes. Nervous when he sees good-sized hail, as it is a sign a storm may be capable of producing tornadoes.


Not a morning person, prefers to stay up late and sleeps in.


Prefers foods with high energy density. Starches, meats, and sugars. Loves spaghetti with meaty tomato sauce. Another favorite is bacon hamburger pizza. Lasagna is also awesome. Irish stew, chicken noodle soup, steak and taters, steak and eggs and taters...


Cannot abide by spice at all. Too much ketchup is somewhat spicy for him.


Drinks a LOT of milk. Also drinks a LOT of soda. Has a hip flask with a wormhole in it that provides an endless supply of vanilla cola.


As a young human man, his (Hetero) libido is definitely very active, he just doesn't act on it much for fear of being ungentlemanly or disrespectful. Ends up moving slower than others in terms of pursuing or beginning relationships... But once he makes a connection, he is very loving and caring, and is not afraid to show the extent of it. Values touch and quality time over gifts or affirmation. Not a fan of superficial relationships.


Oftentimes described as having an old soul. Thinks deep, feels deeper.


Loves reading, video games.


Bio:


In a last-ditch attempt to control the rebellious population, the government and ruling corperations of the USA activated a magical nullification bomb that completely erased magic within a large area of the lower 48. Foreign governments, which had been staying out of the conflict, were horrified by this action and stepped in, providing assistance to the people and helping overthrow the corrupted government.


The area effected by the bomb eventually came to be known as the Deadlands, which gave rise to the new country's dominance in the technology industry - in order to remain competitive and sovereign, the country turned to technology to compensate for the lack of magic.


Jack was born and raised in the Deadlands... Illinois, to be more precise.


Grew up with a severely messed-up family; physical and psychological abuse was common. When he left, he erased himself from all databases, forging a completely new identity so he would never have to deal with his family again; they tried several times to hunt him down and force him back into their mess.


Eventually became interested in magic and the possibility of applying the scientific method to it in order to better understand magic itself and the universe as a whole. That's why he has come to the academy. Hopes to take the knowledge he gains here and use it to enhance non-magic science through analysis and application of magical and supernatural knowledge. Officially, he is at the Academy as a professional researcher, tasked with finding possible ways to counteract or weaken the nullification effects of the antimagic bomb. (Not an actual student, he already has degrees in theoretical physics and mechanical engineering)


As of now, has met Noel and has become very close friends with her (and a little bit more - they are well on their way to becoming a couple)


Strengths: technological prowess, intellect, ability to run away really fast (parkour/"Constructive Cowardice"), expert archery accuracy, improvisation


Weaknesses: totally mortal, has no magic powers of his own. While he is a very fit human, he is still human. Thus, Almost every magic-empowered being can beat him in a straight fight - that's why he is so good at running, climbing, swimming, and generally getting away.


Extra: talented improv musician - has his own custom-built Armonica/hydraulophone. Doesn't know how to read sheet music, he just plays stuff off the top of his head.


Excellent at drawing greyscale portraits.


Adamantly refuses to drink alcohol or smoke or do any sort of drug.

 

[Vampiricdoll]

Name: Jack Cooper (not his birth name)
Age: twenty


Gender: Male


Species: Human


Powers: intellect (Technomancer), renaissance man, omnidisciplinary scientist and engineer, encyclopedic knowledge, woodsman skills (Ranger-ish), Constructive Cowardice, extensive knowledge of wormholes and quantum tunneling effect. Extremely proficient with programming and cybersecurity. Absolutely no magic whatsoever, though he has an extreme resistance to all mind-altering/interfering/controlling magic and telepathy due to the sheer power of his mind, the scale of his intellect, and the adamant nature of his will. One of his favorite devices allows him to teleport himself and, in some cases, other objects and beings


Weapons: Graphene composite recurve bow with carbon nanotube bowstring, Forearm-mounted electrified switchblade (Jacob's Blade) on right arm, toroidal spacial wormhole shield on left arm, Discombobulator (LRAD + LED Incapacitator + Microwave Emitter), Directed ElectroMagnetic Pulse generator, Quantum Tunneler, computers of various sizes (Neural implants, a phone, a tablet, a laptop, and a supercomputer/server called The Behemoth he will store somewhere), whatever other devices he can cook up


Armor: Can manufacture extremely advanced materials, metal alloys, and chemicals, which he uses to craft highly durable and light armor


Appearance:


Medium dark brown hair, generally kept about 1.5 to 2 inches, slight golden and copper iridescence (is replaced with silver with gold and copper iridescence when he gets old). Slightly curly/wavy. Major cowlick up front produces an unruly curl left of center right at the hairline. Parted on the left. Generally spends about 5 seconds a day putting hair where it belongs, and it sorta stays there. No hair gel, just basic shampoo. Also no comb or brush. Just pushes it around with fingers and hands.


No sideburns, he keeps those shaved. Round hairline no widow's peak, has a slight tail thing at the back.


Eyes appear brown from a distance, but up close have major silver, gold, and copper components. Sclera are very, very white (light sensitivity, good night vision).


Wears wire-frame glasses. Lenses are rounded trapezoids: top, bottom, and outer edges are all curved roughly at right angles, but the inner edges are curved more like /\ (follows shape of nose better than simple ovals or rectangles)


Photosensitive lenses - usually about 20% tinted indoors, will go very very dark in sunlight.


Horrifically nearsighted. Can only see vague shapes beyond arm's length. A human face just looks like a blob from ten feet away. Seriously, damn near blind without his glasses.


Caucasian/tan. Never pale unless ill or extremely terrified. Doesn't sunburn easily.


5 foot 9 inches - 180 lbs.


Medium, slightly high pitched voice. Can talk very fast when caffeinated, excited, or stressed.


Usually clean shaven - if not, stubble mainly on sideburns and chin - stubble stops growing when it reaches about 1/8th of an inch - never gets any longer.


Naturally lean, high metabolism. Eats a lot, never seems to gain weight. Very chiseled physique, due to regular parkour and archery training


Broad shouldered. Powerful, but not meaty or musclebound musculature due to archery, climbing, parkour, hiking, and swimming experience - has made sure he can navigate almost any terrain with ease and expertise. Excellent stamina, but he really needs food and water if he is to keep going longer than about five hours


Hands are rather small and delicate-looking, but are very strong. Nails are never long - keeps them short for climbing. Always wears gloves when doing manual labor to prevent blisters and calluses. Perfect for performing precision soldering, rapid typing on keyboards and small touch screens, and making use of small handholds when climbing or reaching into tight spaces when tinkering. Smooth skin allows for using "slapholds" better.


Somewhat weak jaw, cheekbones aren't very prominent. Overbite is noticeable, but doesn't have buckteeth. Grecian nose.


Personality:


Very geeky and nerdy, extremely fascinated with science and technology. Knows more random and seemingly useless information than almost anybody, with the exception of very intelligent and/or very old beings. Easily distracted unless his attention is captured by something he is interested in - he can become extremely focused and mute out the rest of the world if he really gets into it.


A gentleman and chivalrous nearly to a fault - holds doors for ladies and is very polite, while still remaining casual and relaxed when he can get away with it.


Frequently half-smiles, Especially when he is being cheeky or he thinks he's being clever.


Can put on the most disconcerting mad-scientist-grin/slasher smile you ever saw.


Always watching. Has a habit of always having an exit strategy, and is always watching, analyzing, and calculating. Eyes rarely focus on one thing for very long in social situations. Appears very easily distracted, but is actually focused on many things at once. Can hold one conversation while listening in on another two, and can jump between them seamlessly.


When there are lots of people about, becomes very fidgety.


Aversion to having his picture taken, a leftover from when he was always on the run. More comfortable about pictures when he trusts and knows the person taking the picture, or when he has control over the picture.


Almost always wears a hood, frequently layers them. Outermost hood is always a deep cowl, hides his face very well. When he takes his hood off, it's major serious business. When he makes eye contact without the hood, it's very intense, mainly because he hardly ever makes such direct eye contact.


Movement is generally rapid and slightly twitchy. Can dance older, more traditional dances. Doesn't do modern dance at all. Favorite song to dance to is "Assassin's Tango."


When fighting, he strives to be unpredictable. Focuses on dodging, getting into advantageous positions, and creating distance so he can use his bow. Later on, he becomes more versed in close combat, preferring unarmed, or a forearm-mounted dual-action out-the-front switchblade (the Jacob's Blade).


Tends to dress in reds and blacks in dressy situations. Defaults to jeans and red, black, or grey in casual situations. White is rare.


Likes water, swimming, rain, and thunderstorms. Terrified of tornadoes. Nervous when he sees good-sized hail, as it is a sign a storm may be capable of producing tornadoes.


Not a morning person, prefers to stay up late and sleeps in.


Prefers foods with high energy density. Starches, meats, and sugars. Loves spaghetti with meaty tomato sauce. Another favorite is bacon hamburger pizza. Lasagna is also awesome. Irish stew, chicken noodle soup, steak and taters, steak and eggs and taters...


Cannot abide by spice at all. Too much ketchup is somewhat spicy for him.


Drinks a LOT of milk. Also drinks a LOT of soda. Has a hip flask with a wormhole in it that provides an endless supply of vanilla cola.


As a young human man, his (Hetero) libido is definitely very active, he just doesn't act on it much for fear of being ungentlemanly or disrespectful. Ends up moving slower than others in terms of pursuing or beginning relationships... But once he makes a connection, he is very loving and caring, and is not afraid to show the extent of it. Values touch and quality time over gifts or affirmation. Not a fan of superficial relationships.


Oftentimes described as having an old soul. Thinks deep, feels deeper.


Loves reading, video games.


Bio:


In a last-ditch attempt to control the rebellious population, the government and ruling corperations of the USA activated a magical nullification bomb that completely erased magic within a large area of the lower 48. Foreign governments, which had been staying out of the conflict, were horrified by this action and stepped in, providing assistance to the people and helping overthrow the corrupted government.


The area effected by the bomb eventually came to be known as the Deadlands, which gave rise to the new country's dominance in the technology industry - in order to remain competitive and sovereign, the country turned to technology to compensate for the lack of magic.


Jack was born and raised in the Deadlands... Illinois, to be more precise.


Grew up with a severely messed-up family; physical and psychological abuse was common. When he left, he erased himself from all databases, forging a completely new identity so he would never have to deal with his family again; they tried several times to hunt him down and force him back into their mess.


Eventually became interested in magic and the possibility of applying the scientific method to it in order to better understand magic itself and the universe as a whole. That's why he has come to the academy. Hopes to take the knowledge he gains here and use it to enhance non-magic science through analysis and application of magical and supernatural knowledge. Officially, he is at the Academy as a professional researcher, tasked with finding possible ways to counteract or weaken the nullification effects of the antimagic bomb. (Not an actual student, he already has degrees in theoretical physics and mechanical engineering)


As of now, has met Noel and has become very close friends with her (and a little bit more - they are well on their way to becoming a couple)


Strengths: technological prowess, intellect, ability to run away really fast (parkour/"Constructive Cowardice"), expert archery accuracy, improvisation


Weaknesses: totally mortal, has no magic powers of his own. While he is a very fit human, he is still human. Thus, Almost every magic-empowered being can beat him in a straight fight - that's why he is so good at running, climbing, swimming, and generally getting away.


Extra: talented improv musician - has his own custom-built Armonica/hydraulophone. Doesn't know how to read sheet music, he just plays stuff off the top of his head.


Excellent at drawing greyscale portraits.


Adamantly refuses to drink alcohol or smoke or do any sort of drug.

Acceptedd!

 

[ashlynita]

Name ;;

Aurea Driiquar { Golden Airdance }

Age ;;

Twenty-One years old. { Avariel do not reach adulthood until age 50 and don't typically live past 300. }

Gender ;;

Female

Species ;;

Traditionally Avariel, a winged elf race, though she is half Sun Elf.

Powers ;;

- Flight: Avariel can fly at a speed of 45 feet average per minute, which is faster than most species. Avariel cannot fly when wearing Medium or Heavy armor.


- Low-light Vision: Avariel can see twice as far as a human in starlight, moonlight, torchlight, and similar conditions of poor illumination. They retain the ability to distinguish color and detail under these conditions.


- Arcane Magic: Aurea can use basic spells but only in dire situations for self-defense. Other than that, her knowledge of Arcane Magic is minimal.

Weapons ;;

When Aurea was younger, her mother taught her the spell to create glassteel, an Avariel weapon making art. This spell can make glass, crystal, and obsidian just as unbreakable as steel and as effective. Over the years, she has honed this art and forged herself a longsword out of crystal and prefers this to most other weapons, however, she keeps a small silver dagger with a gold plated handle with her as it was her fathers.

Appearance ;;

Like most Avariel, Aurea is graceful and striking, standing at 4 feet 5 inches tall, though she appears even more fine-boned than her land-born elven kin. Her features are more chiseled, more angular, her eyes larger and deep emerald. Aurea's hair is a soft golden color like her father's and her skin is porcelain white, very much like her mothers and other Avariel. Being that of Avariel lineage, Aurea has large, eagle-like wings speckled a brilliant gold on her pure white plumage, however, she practices the art of dying her wing tips, though she prefers silver, gold, or green.

Personality ;;

Aurea is serious-minded, however, she is appreciative of beauty, creativity, and the natural world. She is patient and deliberate in most of what she does and demonstrates an orderly nature uncommon of most elves. Much like her father, Aurea prefers to master a skill before applying it but knows that it takes trial and error to perfect techniques. She is a very fast learner and has a mastery of whatever she applies herself to. Even when she's not soaring through the heavens, Aurea has a far away look in her eyes as she daydreams about the wind through her hair and the feel of the sun on her back. She is quite creative and enjoys storytelling. Even though she is peaceful and calm at heart, Aurea can become rather ruthless when necessity dictates.

Bio ;;

Aurea was born to an Avarielian mother, who was an outcast due to her rare wing deformity that rendered her flightless, and a father with Sun Elf lineage, who broke his word and family ties to be with her. Born and raised on the road, Aurea was exposed to many cultures and ways of life but her mother made sure she was well educated on her Avarielian history and culture. Together, her elvish parents taught her many languages and useful techniques such as how to forge weapons from glass and how to call upon the elements for help. Her father protected Aurea and her mother by himself for more than a decade of her life until they crossed paths with an angered dragon. In the end, her father lost his life defending the two and it was up to Aurea to get away safely. Looking back on her days training in the sky and the fighting lessons her father put her through, Aurea grabbed his dagger and flew upward, calling upon fire to blind the dragon before she sliced through its eyes. As it screamed in agony, Aurea went back toward the ground, searching for her mother. However, her limp corpse answered her and she retreated before the dragon could recover. Full of grief, Aurea recalled all the stories her mother and father would tell her of the lands they grew up in and searched for many months until she arrived at a Sun Elf settlement. To her disbelief, the Sun Elves wanted nothing to do with their traitorous son's daughter and cast her away without second thought. With little hope, she searched deep within the mountain range for the village her mother had described. Though the wondrous place was lovely, the family refused their half-breed grandchild and sent her away to fend for herself. After being denied by both families, she began wandering and in her travels, she caught word of a school for mystical creatures. Hope filled her and she began searching once more, the school being all she could think about. This was her chance to prove everyone wrong, the chance she needed to better herself and finally have a home.

Strengths ;;

- High stamina.


- Proficient in glassteel weapon making.


- Considerably fast so she is good at evasion.


- A good ground fighter as both parents lacked the ability to fly.


- Chest and shoulder muscles are strong, powering her magnificent eagles' wings.


- Aurea knows many languages from both her mother and her father. Some automatic languages are English, common elven languages, Auran (avian language), Avariel Sign (Avariel sign language). She was also taught languages her enemies or allies might speak such as Draconic (the language commonly found in ancient tomes of secret knowledge), Dwarven, Giant, Goblin, and Orc.

Weaknesses ;;

- Because she is so frail, a single hit could be lethal.


- Aerial combat as both parents lacked the ability to fly.


- The hollow bones that enable her to fly make her quite frail.


- Dragons are overall lethal to Avariels as they are incredibly hard to outfly and they also drove the Avariel species close to extinction at one point in time.


- She suffers from claustrophobia whenever she finds herself enclosed in a small area for any significant length of time, and can become aggressive. The panic subsides when she is out in the open air.

Extra ;;

Incredibly good at singing, a trait she inherited from her mother and the Avariel.


Though flying is her calling, Aurea has a deep love for music and enjoys both singing and playing instruments to soothe herself and others.


At a young age, Aurea's father taught her how to read music and created her a small harp and flute out of a white oak. She carries both instruments with her as a memento.