Fantasy An Evil Education at the Tudor Lestrange Institute - Yearbook

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My Students

Name: Francis Sato
Age: 14
Gender: Transgender Male
Original species: Human
Any changes?: No
How you got here: Kidnapped
Classification: -
Rank: Unranked
Allegiance: -
Motivation: To get by, possibly find friends, learn what he can, and maybe escape.
Fashion sense: Mostly graphic tees, cargo pants, and whatever your average geek might wear.
Appearance: Short, thin, with a slim jaw and black hair of moderate length, and black eyes that are narrow and monolid. Slightly curved brow, pronounced canines, flared nose.


Name: Finbar Cody
Age: 16
Gender: Transgender male
Original species: He's technically only a quarter Dulahan, not much of a soul stealer or psychopomp. His head still isn't on his shoulders, though
Any changes?: No
How you got here: Kidnapped
Classification: -
Rank: Unranked
Allegiance: -
Motivation: To get through the school year alive.
Fashion sense: Just your average tee shirt and jeans
Appearance: Stout but tall, with pale skin. Tall face with a sloping jaw, green eyes, and narrow-bridged nose. His hair is short, straight, and light brown. His head is not on his shoulders.


Name: Vex Von Brandt
Age: 15
Gender: Cisgender male
Original species: Genetically modified human-black vulture hybrid
Any changes?: Before enrollment, he was cursed to be unable to eat and unable to starve to death
How you got here: Enrolled
Classification: Mad Scientist- general, Extremist
Rank: Henchman
Allegiance: Other proud GMOs; others with antimagical views; His sister, Malice Von Brandt
Motivation: To find a way to permanently void magic without using magic to do it
Fashion sense: He generally wears plain, black clothing with a white lab coat
Appearance: Olive skin, with a medium height and even build. Short, black hair, upturned nose, thin brow, and sky blue eyes. Large, difficult to conceal wings, clawlike fingernails and toenails.


Name: Knott Lazarus
Age: 17
Gender: Neutrois, assigned male at birth
Original species: Human
Any changes?: Became a vampire at age 15
How you got here: Arrived on their own
Classification: Consumer, Bio Mad Scientist, Black Magician, Extremist
Rank: Expendable
Allegiance: Anybody at all
Motivation: To become human again, or perish trying; To atone for their self-perceived wrongdoings.
Fashion sense: Generally jeans and plain black tees.
Appearance: Tall, gaunt, with a topheavy build and pale, grayish skin. Aquiline nose, sunken eyes, and thick eyebrows. Wild, black hair. Does not cast shadows or reflections on any surface, or appear on camera.


Name: Rathbone Diggs
Age: 15
Gender: Nonbinary, assigned female at birth
Original species: Human
Any changes?: Wait and see!
How you got here: Transferred from Victor Preperatory, a different evil school that specializes in Mad Science
Classification: Unclassified
Rank: Unranked
Allegiance: Anybody thon thinks can help thon become a vampire.
Motivation: To deviate from the path laid out for thon by thon's parents and become a vampiric overlord.
Fashion sense: Thon is usually clad in Edwardian era looking clothing- sometimes masculine, sometimes feminine depending on whim.
Appearance: Tall and lithe, with an even build and straight, auburn hair of shoulder length. Thin, high eyebrows and a thin, rounded nose. Wide, green eyes, and a slim jaw.



Name: Jolene Wildwood
Age: 15
Gender: Cisgender Female
Original species: Powered human (able to communicate with animals)
Any changes?: None so far
How you got here: Ran away from her legal foster home and rode a whitetail doe from Kentucky to the Institute
Classification: Unfair One, Extremist, Micro-Dictator, Macro-Dictator
Rank: Villain
Allegiance: Any nonhuman, any other Micro-Dictator
Motivation: To improve Villain rights; to avenge her mother, the notorious Fiadh Wildwood; to avoid electrical shock; to vanquish famed hero, Captain Zap;
Fashion sense: Feminine, in pastel colors, with historical influences from various eras. She is especially fond of floor-length dresses, and is never seen without a either a parasol or her banjo.
Appearance: Short, with an hourglass build, fair skin. Curly, black hair down to her lower back. Oval face, upturned nose, with a high brow, and rounded, blue eyes.
Other: Has recently been suspected to be the lost Princess Hilda of the small nation of Fieldskerry, but she has mixed feelings about this rumor.



Name: Stephanie Rain
Age: 17
Gender: Cisgender female
Original species: Shapeshifter
Any changes?: Has been ressurrected by the necromancy staff about four times. Also, due to her efforts to impersonate and attack staff, her powers have been limited by magical means. Because of this, she can no longer imitate another person's appearance, and cannot take the form of an animal larger than a mid-sized dog.
How you got here: Kidnapped
Classification: Extremist, Cultist
Rank: Expendable
Allegiance: Fellow expendables; others who revere the Martyr of TLI
Motivation: To overthrow the school administration and to spread the word about Dorothy Chapman, Martyr of TLI and Guardian of the Expendables
Fashion sense: Whatever she can scrounge or make, but favors plain, modest clothing with solid colors.
Appearance: In human form, she's of average height with a lithe build and light olive skin. Brown eyes, auburn hair, and a round face.


Name: Sharon Angler
Age: 17
Gender: Cisgender Female
Original species: Human
Any changes?: Gained magical powers via a contract with a demon known as Thorntalon
How you got here: Kidnapped
Classification: Street Criminal, Trickster, Black Mage
Rank: Unranked
Allegiance: Anyone who either pays the right price, or wins her liking. She's got a soft spot for newbies and expendables
Motivation: To sow chaos, retrieve supplies, etc. in exchange for goods and services. And also to crack a few jokes.
Fashion sense: Often wears clothing typical of gangsters in old movies, complete with the iconic fedora. In addition to this, she wears a leather pauldron on her right shoulder, where a "falcon" often sits.
Appearance: Average, even build, with tan skin and long, chestnut hair typically kept in a braid. Hooded eyes, angular cheekbones, and ears that stick out.


Name: Fenris LaTour
Age: 15
Gender: Agender, Assigned female at birth
Original species: Human
Any changes?: Got bitten by a werewolf at the age of 13
How you got here: Enrolled
Classification: Extremist/Consumer
Rank: Villain
Allegiance: Other werewolves, other transgender students
Motivation: To recruit new werewolves, shun most non-werewolves, and shame reluctant werewolves
Fashion sense: Masculine leaning, semiformal style peppered with lupine accessories.
Appearance: Tall and leanly muscular, with an hourglass build and cool medium-russet skin. Straightened, black hair that reaches below their shoulders and is usually kept in two braids. Oval face, amber eyes, squared nose, and full lips.
On the full moon, their fur is black and tawny in classic wolf markings


Name: Cristina "Crispy" Crispin
Age: 15
Gender: Cisgender female
Original species: Half human, half hulder
Any changes?: None
How you got here: Kidnapped
Classification: Mad scientist - Biological, Micro Dictator
Rank: Henchman
Allegiance: Anyone who'll fund or assist her research
Motivation: To dissect things, mostly
Fashion sense: She tends to wear vests in bold primary colors over a white blouse, with black dress pants. Over this, she may wear a lab coat or apron.
Appearance: Average height with long, curly red-blonde hair and a slim build. She has a tall face, blue eyes, and a manic looking smile. Her tail, which she almost never conceals, resembles that of a cow, and is the same color as her hair.



My Staff

Name: Oak Bergman
Age: 55
Gender: Cisgender male
Species: Troll
Job title: Principal
Reputation: Many rumors punctuate his reputation, many of which are likely. He is feared by most, but he does not care who fears him and who doesn't- The way he treats each student is completely random.
Fashion sense: Like your average school principal, only with a bajillion beads in his hair and a myriad of piercings. And fancy tail warmers.
Appearance: He's around ten feet tall with straight, blond hair so long it takes a levitation spell to keep it from dragging on the ground, a rounded face, a large and round-tipped nose, pale skin, and a four-foot-long tail with a long tuft.


Name: Crevan Priest
Age: 41
Gender: Cisgender Male
Species: Cynocephalus
Curriculum: Dastardly Debate, Dark Arts and Crafts, Potions Through The Ages
Description of classroom: All manners of grimoire and scroll line the shelves in the back of his room, and at the front a trapdoor gives access to a vast underground room where various types of ink, blank scrolls, planks of wood, rocks, crystals, lengths of rope, and other seemingly random items are kept. In the main classroom, tall and narrow windows may be covered by heavy, black curtains, and a strange vine grows on the ceiling. Mr. Priest's desk is painted dark purple and amongst the items atop it is a human skull.
Reputation: He's a peppy, optimistic sort who always has the classes play ice breaker games, assumes the students are favorably evil until proven otherwise, and tries to be a cool guy.
Fashion sense: He wears your standard business attire.... Under his motorcycle jacket
Appearance: Thick build with fair skin, large hands and the head of a red fox. His eyes are yellow, and his fur is orange throughout, save for the rims of his ears being black. When his sleeves are rolled up, you can see thick, black hair on his arms of the sort you’d expect to see only on armpits.


Name: Dr. Dee Pennhurst
Age: 34
Gender: Cisgender female
Species: Human
Curriculum: Intro To Mad Science, Bioengineering and Vivisection, Notorious Neuroscience
Description of classroom: Adjoined to the stable mews for easy access to larger lab animals, the biology lab manages to maintain formaldehyde as its only overlying scent despite a metaphorical manure factory being right next to it. Incubators, cages of rats, mounted skeletons, and various sorts of laboratory equipment are placed along the room's perimeter. In one desolate corner is an emergency shower and eye wash station, and in the opposite corner is the same thing.
Reputation: She is unpopular for being stern and no-nonsense, but while she runs a quiet and orderly lab, she is still obviously enthusiastic about evil and science and is never one to lose her temper, even if she is harsh when mad.
Fashion sense: Mostly white or pastel blouses with boldly colored trousers under the lab coats she perpetually wears.
Appearance: Average height with tightly curled, black hair that is held in a high bun, generally under a hat. She has a mostly slim, even hypotonic build and olive skin with muted undertones. Square nostrils, thin lips, and narrow eyes give her stoic appearance when at rest.


Name: Tibbles Scratchwick
Age: 29
Gender: Cisgender male
Species: Magical Cat
Curriculum: Lair Economics, Catching and Cooking Exotic Meats
Description of classroom: The Cooking Classroom, adorned with hanging herbs, sausages strung in the window, and jars on shelves which clearly show various meats pickling. Diagrams of different traps, and diagrams of various evil recipes hang on the walls as well, and one one shelf is an activated bear trap. Counters with electric stove ranges that are easily covered to make a smooth surface are proportioned enough to accommodate sixteen to twenty students.
Reputation: He's known for being a snappy, snobby, sarcastic cat of brutality and condescension. He is a favorite of nobody, even the students he favors, and is openly indifferent to much of the class. He holds all expendables in utter contempt, and also hates a few higher ranking students.
Fashion sense: Cats don't wear much, but Scratchwick is never seen without a wolf collar.
Appearance: A sand colored striped tabby with short fur and eyes the color of green bloodstone. Generally walks with a stiff, imperious posture


Name: Persephone Skinner
Age: 27
Gender: Cisgender female
Species: Human
Curriculum: Couture of Evil
Description of classroom: Though she uses other rooms from time to time, for instance the auditorium and the dressing rooms backstage, her classroom is one of the larger sit-down classrooms. With many large tables, five fabric cutting counters, a bazillion dress forms, various sewing machines, and more fabrics and notions than the average person can count, her teaching space is one where creative types can flourish. Adjoined is a functioning laundromat and dry cleaning center.
Reputation: As much as she claims to be cruel and even manipulative, she is a genuinely enjoyable teacher to work for, provided she hasn't decided to shave your hair off to spin into yarn. Character wise, she is known for two other things- providing moral support to students, and bragging about having gotten away with murdering her husband over a disagreement over their clothing company's public relations. Some students are disgusted by her elaborate and out-of-taste fashion, but others find her to be their favorite teacher.
Fashion sense: It can be difficult to recognize Mrs. Skinner at first, as she has never worn the same outfit twice and her makeup work changes almost as frequently and can even encompass peculiar special effects. Worse yet, even though she is a human, she can be found wearing such accessories as antlers, wings, and tails in mimicry of other species.
Appearance: This changes to the fullest extent that a nonmagical human can manage. See coming roleplay entries.


Name: Dr. Corey Crank
Age: 46 (6 years dead)
Gender: Nonbinary, assigned male at birth
Species: Lich (originally a human sorcerer)
Job title: Osteopathic Physician, Professional Necromancer
Reputation: Those who haven't met him are usually put off by his name, but he does what he can to put his patients at ease, including using a potion to appear as he did when he was still alive. It is noted that he died near the end of TLI's first school year, one of the only staff members to have been murdered on campus. Among non-medical staff, with few exceptions, he is considered to be a thorn in their side due to his campaigning against the inhumanities committed at the school. He does not like to moralize to students, but has even gotten into fisticuffs with fellow staff members.
Fashion sense: He wears professional attire, nix the lab coat. He prefers to wear blue when he can, and often wears bowties.
Appearance: Without the effects of the potion, he looks like any bare skeleton, with facial structure resembling what he looked like when he was alive. With the potion in effect, He's average height with a boxy build. Tan skin, and wavy ash-blond hair, a straight nose, and gray eyes. Prominent cheekbones and sloping jaw.


My Other Characters

Name: Boomer Diggs
Age: 5 years, but has a mentality similar to a human adult
Gender: Masculine leaning identity, but cannot express this in his current vessel
Species: Quadrupedal Robot
Reputation: Boomer isn't really known around the Institute, but Rathbone has known him for his entire life. He is a former android servant who rebelled against Maggie (his creator and Rathbone's older sister) and wound up transferred to a non-speaking, quadrupedal vessel as a result of it.
What they do: His current assignment is to assist Rathbone, though he does have a mind of his own and will do what he pleases.
Fashion sense: He used to dress in the typical work attire of a butler until he got transferred to a form that no clothing has ever been made for.
Appearance: A quadrupedal robot, roughly the size of a Shetland pony, resembling Boston Dynamics's Big Dog. Colored mostly black and white, with "Boomer" inscribed on his left and right sides in raised chrome. His top portion is trough-shaped, with hinged sides for easy loading and unloading of cargo.


Name: Thorntalon (full name unknown to most)
Age: 18
Gender: Cisgender male
Species: Demonic Familiar
Reputation: Usually just considered to be the "falcon" that sits on Sharon's shoulder. When the need arises, he takes a human looking form, in which he is often assumed to be an expendable.
What they do: Assists Sharon with magical tasks, and occasionally practical tasks.
Fashion sense: Whatever the situation calls for.
Appearance: The only form he usually takes in which he is recognizable is that of an American kestrel. In human form, he almost never uses the same set of features. His true form is impish in appearance, with avian features such as talons for feet and a pair of wings, but also a long, arrow-tipped tail.

 

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Dear Diary: I ate him. But in my defense, the moon was full, and I was left unsupervised. Lobo-Hombre en paris.

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Lowell Hrolf

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He/They

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  What? Were you expecting a howl for an entrance?
  
  Lowell… Such a weird name, isn’t it? Its meaning is nearly ironic. ’Noble/Renowned Wolf’. Lowell is… Nearly everything but noble and renowned. But they are a wolf! (A ‘were’ one at that.)
  
  And their tiny little ‘upcoming’ wasn’t very noble, so to speak. Their roots, their way of thinking, their appearance. Nothing noble. But all rad!
  
  In this fucked-up school full of disgusting creatures, rotting walls, and ghosts that want your soul, you would think that Hrolf would be some sort of ‘Expendable’. And while they aren’t one of the highest ranking members in this god-forsaken building, they are in a comfortable middle.
  
  And he doesn’t really want to explain how he got there.
  
  

  
  
  

  NO GODS.

  
  

  NO MASTERS.

  
  

  A wild beast driven by the darkness of the night and the blood of creatures. A horrid being hungering only on the demise of others. An unwilling transformation, a moon, and a howl. Something beyond anyone’s control, a natural reaction. And nature’s brutal.
  
  This is a werewolf. Not your sexy ‘alpha male’ story, not your lycanthrope-to-normal-human redemption arc. This specific beast is only fuelled by pain. Hate. Rage.
  
  
  It knows no ethics. No morals. No feelings outside of hunger and rage.
  
  
  Born from the will of cultists and gods, masters and leaders, only to thrash them down in an uncontrollable, devastating wave of fury.
  
  
  
  
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  No, I will not fetch the ball.
  
  Ok. Lowell's a bit of a mixed bag when it comes to personality. Most of the time, they're really happy and outgoing, a complete extrovert, not afraid to go out in public and speak their mind. They're capable to make stunning and lasting conversations with whoever wants to listen. An overall great friend and person, makes you wonder how they ended up here...
  
  But on the other hand, they’re... strange. Unusual. There’s always this aura around them that most people can’t deal with. It’s... Painful. Agonizing regret. A complete clash with their usual mood. Not to say they don’t have bad days, because they do. Trust me.
  
  And it’s ok! But what isn’t ok is that Lowell continuously denies and suppresses his feelings for the sake of others who probably don’t care about him. In a school where students are encouraged to kill one another, he wouldn’t like to make anyone uncomfortable, heavens, no!
  
  There’s always this certain gleam of sadness in his eyes. It never matches his common smile or smirk. Or, rather, his facade.
  
  
  
  It’s weird to explain how exactly they feel beyond the surface.
  
  
  
  Like if they did something disgusting.
  
  
  
  Something that can’t be forgiven, not even in a world like this.
  
  And even if it’s a problem, if it seeps into their bones, nobody has to know.
  
  And if it seeps into their bones, nobody has to know.
  And if it seeps into their bones, nobody has to know.
  And if it seeps into their bones, nobody has to know.
  And if it seeps into their bones, nobody ḧ̶̟͉͈͙̮͕̰̭͌͛̋̿̈̍̔̈̓́̍̽̉͝ǎ̵̧̢̧̘͎͖̙͚͓͍͇͔̀̂̈́̓͆̂̆ş̶̗̪̘̇͗͛̂͂̚ ̷̢̢̨̛͔̞͇̳̙̟̜͓̗̯̪̽̿̋͂͆̈́̅̇̒͗͊̀͘͜t̴̪̫̰̜̦̩̲̹̳̰̼̅̈́͊͋͒̅͘ơ̷̹̹̿͆̅̿̋͛̽̀͛̊̍̔̒͝ ̸̢̛̛̘͍̘̤͚̅̇͂̌̏̾̇̉̿̐̈̕͝k̵̪̱̗̲̮̯̗̲̪̦͈̥̪̟̂͋̉̆̽n̷̢̹̯͈͓͉̼͗͒͜o̸̧̯̗̞̩̤̘̩̎͆̀͐̏͛̏̊w̴̨̡̛̛͈̬͍̺͔͓̞͛̋̈̋͐̓͆͘͘͜͜͜.̵̘͇̰͌̈́̉̑͋̂͒̀̓̓̏̊͝͝
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Lowell’s a pretty simple dude. Just your informal, outgoing - Y̶̳̫̩̹̝̼̔̀́͐̌̕o̴̞͎͑́̾̈́ͅụ̶͙͓̪͉͋̾̀͛̀̏ͅ ̴̹̦́̀̑͝͠͠ḱ̸̮̣̩͚͗̉̀̓ͅn̷̛͖̙͈̖̙͔͐̓͌͋͝ò̵̟͎̅̎̊w̷͔͆́͊̾̓ ̴̛̤́́͘ẅ̴͔̲̰̃̿̿h̵͔̖̀̽̀͝͝á̶̛͇̪̑́͐t̶͖̺̋ ̵̡̙̙̖̈́̆y̵̖̓̒̈o̵̙͚͋̑̂̿̂ͅu̷̖̻͌̎̿̇͑̈ ̵̛̰̹̲͓̫̓̏̈́̄̈́d̵̞̙̙̔̄̕i̸͍̐d̸͙̯͒̈́ ̵̀͜t̴̳̮̏ͅo̸̧͖͇̜͎͓͛͒̒̃͝ ̷͈̞͈̻̬̆̐t̴̫̥̰̮̪͇͋̍͛h̷͙̽̒͛͝e̵̢̟͓͔͗̓͆̚͠m̸̥̈̈́͋͐͝.̴̠̃̽ fun ‘ole friend.
  
  
  

  
  
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  Blessed are the ignorant, for they shall be shown the light.
  
  Blessed are the unseen, for they are the prophets.
  
  Blessed are the passed, for they understand.
  
  Blessed are the sinners, for they have reached understanding.
  
  Blessed are the innocent, for they shall be the first.
  
  Blessed are the unworthy, for they are children to be taught.
  
  Blessed are the suffering, for they are learning.
  
  Blessed are the heretics, for they shall be eaten last.
  
  Blessed are the followers, for they shall be eaten first.
  
  The first words they'd ever heard. And the first words that'll remain engraved in his brain for the rest of his, miserable, rotting life. It's vomit-inducing how highly he was seen back then. Lowell would spend days and days puking about how things went along those days.
  
  They came into this world just as they will leave. Screaming, kicking, and soaking in blood that isn't theirs.
  
  His birth was... A painful one. Not in the way you think, their mother was near intact.
  
  The ceremonial marking.
  
  [NO SPECIFIC TRIGGER WARNINGS, JUST READ KNOWING THAT IT'S A SORTA-DISTURBING SLAB OF WORDS.]
  

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  A woman laid on a perfectly carved stone. Familiars and friends stood next to her. Whispering sacred words of hope and luck. It was October 31st. The day of Lowell's birth. Seemingly appearing out of nowhere, the clan of cultists surrounded the ceremonial 'birthing bed' if you could even call it that. Truth is, it was a mere sacred stone carved like a big, round table. Uncomfortable, yes. But tradition had to be followed.
  
  The glowing, white, full moon rose higher into the sky, illuminating the stone perfectly. What did that mean? Good news. Neither the mother nor the newborn would be killed in cold blood. Gods would always 'say' that, if the act of labor is not given in near perfection to the cycles to the moon, both the child and its carrier would be deemed unworthy of life, for 'purebloods' are only born in a true, full moon.
  
  Once the woman began screaming and wailing in pain, the chanting began.
  
  
  Blessed are the ignorant, for they shall be shown the light.
  
  
  The cult leader would make his presence known, the crowd of followers making space for him to cross. Remember how I mentioned this was a fool moon? Yeah, this is a cult full of werewolves, some are lycanthropes, and others aren't. But they all share the same goal: To endlessly worship their god.
  
  It would be rather obvious to say that the leader of the cult was a werewolf. In a way, it was needed for him to be in his werewolf form at this time.
  
  
  Blessed are the unseen, for they are the prophets.
  
  
  He would only watch in menacing silence as the woman continued the beautiful, yet inevitably disgusting by nature act of giving birth. There wasn't anyone to help her push the baby out, she was on her own, and any intervention would be violently stopped.
  
  
  Blessed are the passed, for they understand.
  
  
  Tireless minutes, near hours of birthing, would finish in a daze. The newborn splattered into the rocky table painfully, causing an unwelcome blister or two.
  
  
  Blessed are the sinners, for they have reached understanding.
  
  
  The leader would approach the newborn, holding it in his hands. Inspecting every fiber of it with striking yellow eyes. The baby would wail and cry, kicking and screaming. The werewolf was completely unfazed as the blood dripped down his hands.
  
  
  Blessed are the innocent, for they shall be the first.
  
  
  He gave an acknowledging nod, his second in command stepping up next to him, sterile scissors in hand. It was like any regular birth, just a bit more... Cultish. The Umbilical cord was cut with ease.
  
  
  Blessed are the unworthy, for they are children to be taught.
  
  
  The cult leader would set the baby back on the table. The mother being basically forgotten from the scene. The wolf would use the long, sharp claw rising from his index finger to begin slowly cutting at the soft newborn's right leg. And when I mean slowly, it was an excruciating kind of slow.
  
  
  Blessed are the suffering, for they are learning.
  
  
  Naturally, the baby shouted louder in pain as he was marked by cult tradition. The mark was a slightly curved line. Which would indicate their status as a pureblood, and by regulations, a forever member of the cult.
  
  
  Blessed are the heretics, for they will be eaten last.
  
  
  Blessed are the followers, for they shall be eaten first.
  

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  That sacred scar is still present on his leg. A burning reminder of his permanence in the now dead cult.
  
  Lowell can still remember a bit of how life was inside the cult. Most things were forgotten in a justifiable case of selective memory. The lullabies, stories, and chatter were all about their God. So why can't he remember it?...
  
  The cult was as 'nice' as you expect it to be. Well... since Lowell didn't know the world outside of the cult at that time, manipulation methods weren't really needed. Yet.
  

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  Lowell was about 4 years old. They can still picture themselves playing around with the other kids in the cult at that time. Those days when he play-fought with the scarce children in their designated area. Sometimes during the day, most times at the night. Purebloods only got to hang out with other purebloods. Any chatter or casual interaction with non-werewolf members was looked down on.
  
  Out of the minimal fond memories he had of the cult, one of them was Lucy, the 'babysitter' or something by the likes.
  
  Sometimes, Lucy would do her thing. You know, take care of them. Sometimes his mother was away to 'run some errands'.
  
  One day he wishes to know what was she getting up to. But he fears he might regret that knowledge.
  
  Honestly, for the earlier part of his life, he kind of enjoyed hanging out with The Caretaker. She was nice. But not for long, as most things with this cult.
  
  
  He can still remember this... Song?... Lullaby? What should he call it?... Point is, out of all the phrases, out of all the daily chants and ceremonies, the one he most remembers, outside the one chanted on the day of his birth, was this small song Lucy would sing to him. And it was his favorite.
  
  
  Chub toad,
  Chub toad,
  At the door;
  You better run fast,
  Or you'll run no more.
  
  
  Creepy, yes. Morbid? Sure. But in a place full of ritual suicides and violent activities, Lowell had to cling to whatever was the least traumatizing. This little song was one of those things.
  

  ---

  For the better part of his childhood, everything was fine. Sometimes, you could compare life in the cult to a small, religious town, but on some occasions, it was a horror movie death cult.
  
  Each month or so, the cult would honor its eldest members. These ceremonies only took place on the full moon, because of course they did. It was at a specific time at midnight, so poor Lowell had to wake up in the middle of the night to watch this event happen.
  
  [hi hello welcome to trigger warning number two if you're sensitive to ritual suicides or suicides in general be careful you don't have to read this mess]
  

  ---

  Lowell was sound asleep on his mattress, holding his hand-made toad plush dearly. He was around 6. The standard age to watch these events happen.
  
  His mother entered the room, softly shaking Hrolf for him to wake up.
  
  After a hazy awakening, Lowell reluctantly stood up. Rubbing his right eye with tiredness.
  
  
  "Where are we going, ma?" Lowell would innocently ask to no avail. He yawned, plush dragging across the floor.
  
  
  The walk wouldn't last long, most houses/cabins were fairly close to the designated ceremonial places. It looked like any regular ceremony he had attended beforehand, the whole cult together to watch whatever was about to happen.
  
  Lowell yawned once more, trying to not fall asleep again. His mother always told him that such disrespect to their gods would be met with violent punishment. So he'd rather stay awake a few more minutes than suffer.
  
  He'd actually never seen this part of the village up close before, and since it was his first time in these ceremonies, they had to be in the very first row. He didn't mind. Nice view, actually. There was this big peak of a mountain. Shaped like that big rock in one of his favorite movies, this movie where the brother of the lion king kills him, and... He couldn't remember the rest. Plus, he should pay attention, the leader was about to speak!
  
  
  "Շ๏๔คץ,ฬє,ﻮгคςє,ןย๓ק,ﻮ๏๔ร,๒๏гเภﻮ ค๔ยɭՇ Շคɭк,קɭєครє๒єﻮเภ," Everything in his mind was smothered.
  
  
  It was confusing talk. Adult talk. A six-year-old couldn't understand all of this blubber! It didn't matter what the werewolf leader said, though. One of the older members of the cult, looking around 78, made their presence known on top of the peak.
  
  
  GIVE YOUR TEETH TO THE BEAST, GIVE YOUR HANDS TO THE BEAST.
  
  
  The chanting sorta scared Hrolf. This was confusing. He'd never heard this one before, and it was kind of horrifying. He held his mother's hand tightly, gripping his plush harder. He still had to say the chant, despite not knowing it. So he half-said some words in an attempt to follow suit.
  
  
  GIVE YOUR BONES TO THE BEAST, GIVE YOUR EYES TO THE BEAST.
  
  
  He gave a closer look at the guy on top. He was in his werewolf form. Well, sorry for not pointing this out earlier, but everyone except Lowell and other kids his age was werewolves. Maybe he hasn't grown that skill yet? Wonder when he'll get to turn into a werewolf too! That gets him a little bit excited. The guy looked old, duh, but he had a bunch of scars. And he was just wearing a simple robe.
  
  
  GIVE YOUR HEART TO THE BEAST, GIVE YOUR MIND TO THE BEAST.
  
  
  The old guy said some unintelligible sacred words. Lowell was left confused as to what he said, but, to be honest, he just wanted to sleep. He watched in increasing worry as the werewolf approached the very tip of the peak. That wasn't good. His grip on his mother's hand got even stronger as he feared for the fate of the person.
  
  And, eventually, they fell.
  
  
  THE EMPEROR IS DEAD, HIS CORPSE FEEDS THE BEAST.
  
  
  What?
  
  
  YOUR GOD IS DEAD, THE BEAST HAS DEVOURED HIM.
  
  
  He tried his best not to scream in terror as he watched the events unfold. He was old enough to understand death, which mind you, was shoved down his throat. And this guy seemed pretty much dead.
  
  The worst part is that amongst all the clapping, chanting, and celebration, the splatter of blood hit his face. He rushedly rubbed it off in disgust. His little plush toy also turned out stained with blood, and he couldn't clean that one.
  
  LONG REIGN THE BEAST.
  

  ---

  He couldn't sleep that night.
  
  Lowell was obviously traumatized. The next day he didn't even want to get out of bed after that immense shellshock. He had to, anyways.
  
  
  After finding out what he did, seeing the blood, organs, and anguish laid down on the floor in front of him, let's say he was pretty reluctant to participate in any other cult activities. He feared he would see something like that again.
  
  
  He, of course, was punished for it. The burning reminders are still present in his body.
  
  
  From regular physical drawbacks like slaps and hits to being inflicted first and second-degree burns in his arm. Those scars still remain, like the big one(s) on his back. He doesn't want to remember where those came from.
  
  
  They were around 9 or 10 when they finally got the ability to turn into a werewolf. And in came the 'training'.
  
  
  As one of the werewolves of the cult, they were tasked with the more dangerous things, going hunting, searching for resources, and practicing combat in case the 'bad men' were to come along.
  
  Who were the bad men? He didn't have a clue. The only one he had is that they came in red and blue lights. With strange uniforms and things called 'guns'. And that they would take them away if they didn't fight back.
  
  
  He'd probably be safer wherever the 'bad men' took him than here.
  
  
  Everything was the same, just that every once in a while he had to train for whatever the lead 'warrior' wanted them to train for.
  

  ---

  One time, when he was eleven, it was time for training.
  
  
  And it was more horrifying than that guy at the peak.
  
  
  It was just him this time. Through coercion and manipulation, he had risen to the highest ranks of apprentices, and this was his final test. He had to prove he could actually go forward with what he was instructed to do.
  
  
  You know, kill somebody.
  
  
  The 'prize' was presented to him. Someone who had betrayed and snitched on the cult, a low-blood, a rat. What hit him harder was the fact that the said 'rat' was young. Around his age, only around 1 or 2 years older. There was no time to hesitate, the teen was clearly horrified, and began running away. Lowell was tasked to chase and exterminate.
  
  
  If he didn't, the teen wouldn't be the only one dying today.
  
  
  Lowell swallowed his pride, or, well, logic and reason, and began chasing the now screaming for his life person. Eventually having to get on all fours to chase him. This wasn't right. Obviously. He didn't want to kill him, they were both just kids. There had to be a third option...
  
  Hrolf eventually got close enough to be right next to the running victim, there wasn't any time to think either, so he had to come up with something, and fast.
  
  
  "Hey!" He spoke low enough for the person next to him to listen while still wailing. "I'm... I'm going to try to bust you out, alright?" Between heavy pants and shouts, a coherent sentence formed.
  
  
  "Just..." He knew very well he couldn't ask any questions at this time, of course, the person wasn't going to answer. "Play along, ok?" He wasn't going to kill him, he didn't want to.
  
  
  He began clawing and biting at the stranger's right leg. "I'm so sorry. I'm sorry." Which, naturally, made him scream more. Surprisingly, he stayed afoot for a time longer than Lowell expected, probably the adrenaline.
  
  Eventually, once they were out of sight and close enough to the exit, Lowell threw them down on the floor.
  
  "Keep screaming until I tell you to stop, okay?" He tried to be a bit more reassuring as he bit the stranger's left leg more, then dousing himself in a believable amount of blood.
  
  
  "Stop. Ju... Just hold it in." He didn't expect them to cooperate, but it was going smoothly. He waited a good while for him to stop screaming, so they would believe the victim was dead. "Ru-... Walk. Walk out of here as fast as you can, don't let them catch you again. Please."
  
  
  And so, the teen surprisingly got up, and with an unusable leg, began hazily making their way out, there wasn't any time for goodbyes as Lowell made his way back, the iron taste of blood staining his mouth.
  
  
  Nobody found out.
  

  ---

  To say that they were extremely done with the cult's actions would be an understatement. This was the last straw.
  
  He had come to multiple different ceremonies, including the one where he quote on quote 'ranked up' before and after that. All of them disgusting and all of them with violent undertones.
  
  Lowell would spend day and night vomiting, just thinking about what other cult members did to innocents.
  
  
  He wished for nothing but the downfall of this rotting place. It's decay and destruction.
  
  
  
  That was his goal.
  
  
  
  Weeks, months, and years of playing along. He would actively help those who were subjected to him to kill them. Not to say he had his fair share of human murders. Because sometimes he had to do so. In front of all of the cult. He had killed bad men, rats, and other cult members for ceremonies and sacred rituals. His and others' blood was given up for a possibly fictional god.
  

  ---

  He was 14 when he snapped.
  
  
  Another full moon, and no ceremony today.
  
  
  His mother, and others, were sound asleep. He remained awake. Even other werewolves were still asleep. This could have very well been a coincidence. Or just pure luck?
  
  
  They felt disgusting, knowing none of them would wake up again. Yet, this felt natural. Like it had to be done. All of these people endorsed excruciating pain on others, almost daily.
  
  
  Despite him still retaining his conscience in his werewolf form, he always felt something when blood was poured by his own hand, or maw. Hunger.
  
  
  He stood up from the worn-down mattress. Stepping outside to catch some air. Unlucky for everyone, the 'village' was lit by torches at night. They refused any sort of technology. Poor them.
  
  Lowell broke a torch from its placement with brute strength. The snapping and cracking were loud enough to wake someone up. And it had to be his mother.
  
  
  Hrolf looked at her with anguish in his eyes. Said anguish and rage stared deep into his mother's soul.
  
  
  "Lowell. What are you doing?"
  
  ...
  
  "Let go of that torch and answer me right now!" She shouted.
  
  
  Lowell only continued to stare her down, scanning her every move, every time she shakily exhaled, and inhaled. Analyzing.
  
  
  "You never loved me. Did you?"
  
  
  "What are you on about? Hrolf, you are not about to throw another one of your fits! Give me the torch this instant or I will call the authorities."
  
  
  
  "Why don't you take it from me? Just how you've taken everything."
  
  
  
  His cold eyes continued to stalk his mother for any movement, and the moment she took a step back...
  
  
  
  She was set ablaze.
  
  
  
  Her screams made all cultists step outside in morbid curiosity.
  
  
  And then it began.
  
  
  Everyone was Chub toads at the door. And they better run fast or they'll run no more.
  
  
  The anger and despair became too much to bear.
  
  
  He went berzerk. Slaughtering his way through an entire village. Cabins and people were set on fire and the floor was stained red.
  
  Everything went blank. His mind was shut down as his instincts took over. The taste of flesh, blood, and bone sits in his mouth to this day.
  

  ---

  He destroyed everything he hated, which was everything he had.
  
  He had nowhere to go. No one to keep him safe.
  
  
  Lowell's senses were on the rise at all times. His body couldn't revert back to a human, he was constantly on the hunt. Hunting in more rural areas and farms. After days, weeks, months, and a year of hunger and endless violence, stealing money, resources, and lives, one day, everything went blank.
  
  It was a sharp sting on his neck and an industrial van outside his (stolen) house.
  
  
  Everything after that would be his new life. New room, new things to learn, and a brand new purpose.
  
  "We've heard of you," They said. "You're worthy of being here, we want you to know it." The whispers continued.
  
  
  He had to adjust to this new life, new classes, or, well, 'classifications'; 'Street criminal', 'Consumer'.
  
  
  Nothing seemed right. He wasn't this. He wasn't 'evil'.
  
  But then... What was he? A psychopath? Lunatic? Manic? That was evil, too.
  
  
  They were left to get used to being this. And that it was ok to be that.
  
  
  
  
  Maybe, this wouldn't be all bad. It definitely felt safer than the cult. So this couldn't be all bad. Just don't get cursed and don't get killed. Easy enough, he'd already avoided that enough to only end up with life long trauma.
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  

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[floripher]

Name: Finnegan (Finn) Bateman

Age: Sixteen

Gender: Transmasculine gender apathetic (he/him)

Original species: Angel

Any changes?: After he first 'served man' he was thrown from the heavens. He still has his wings and his halo, but his wings are no longer white and his halo is just barely illuminated. Now he fits into the category of fallen angel.

How you got here: He's had the desire to pursue a life of evil ever since he first heard of the idea and decided this was the best first step.

Classification: Consumer & mad scientist (biological)

Rank: Villain

Allegiance: -

Motivation: The art of harvesting and cooking human has always fascinated him. He wants to push the human mind and body to the edge and then kick it over.

Fashion sense: Formal. Light colored suits and waistcoats with natural colored dress shirts.

Appearance: Medium build. Long legs with a high waist. He's 5'6. Gently waved dirty blond hair that he keeps short and out of his way, usually pinned back with bobby pins or a headband. His wings are large and the same color as his hair. They're speckled white at the bottom. He has a round face and big brown eyes. He has fair skin and has a fair amount of freckles.

Psyche: Finnegan is an extremely friendly person most times. He is super extroverted and loves just about everyone he meets. He loves making new friends and shows his love for people usually through cooking. He is a very affectionate person, he loves showing his care for people through touch and verbal praise.

However, if he believes someone is trying to get between him and someone he loves, he will become extremely violent, murderous even. His typical mild mannered and cheerful demeanor completely changes to something obsessive and animalistic. He acts on instinct alone and will kill if he deems it appropriate. All rational thought is lost when he's worried about protecting the bond between himself and someone he cares about. He becomes extremely emotionally unstable and his mood can change at the drop of a pen. Usually though, this passes after he's done whatever he's done and it's usually followed by a period of extreme guilt and depression before he slowly gets back into the swing of things.

Mental Ailments: The most prominent of all of his mental illnesses is Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD.) This fuels the strong obsessive bonds he forms with people he loves. This doesn't make him violent however, though the chronic anxiety and fear around being abandoned does act as somewhat of a catalyst to some of his irrational behavior. BPD also explains why his emotions change so drastically so quickly. He feels everything at 200% and is completely unable to distinguish a healthy amount of emotion from something he's inflated. In short, Finnegan's emotions control him rather he controlling them.

He also has ADHD or attention deficit hyperactivity disorder. This contributes to the short periods of extreme obsession he experiences and also explains the RSD or rejection sensitive dysphoria he feels. In short, RSD is the feeling of deep sadness or dissatisfaction he feels when (for example) someone tells him about plans they have with someone else that he wasn't invited to. This small, seemingly insignificant action causes Finnegan to spiral, causing his thoughts to leave all rationality and reason. He takes that small offhand comment as that person saying they much prefer spending time with whomever they'd mentioned their plans with. Finnegan constantly feels like he's competing for people's love and affection due to this.

The last and probably most damning of his identifiable mental ailments is Obsessive Compulsive Disorder or OCD. OCD causes him to be extremely anxious about literally nothing and literally everything at the exact same time. This specifically gives him intrusive thoughts that cause him to act out (ex. harming himself or others). Most of his compulsions caused by his OCD surround the state of his relationships with others. It's almost painful for him to consider that someone doesn't like him. OCD also causes him to give into his intrusive thoughts which usually yield irrational or nonsensical actions.

Spoiler: psa: don't be ableist pretty please

I also feel the need to say that basically no person with this combination of mental illnesses and disabilities is going to go and be an obsessive homocidal maneater. so. please do not use this as an excuse to avoid people with any of these mental illnesses. be smart. thanks. xoxo

 

[Lord_Boreas]

• Hezikiah
• Terras

• 
  Name: Hezikiah “Hez” Fukuro
  
  Age: 16
  
  Gender: Male
  
  Original species: Human
  
  Any changes?: Raiju
  
  Spoiler: Raiju

  Raiju are creatures made of lightning that are loyal to the thunder god Raijin, they are able to change their form into various animals as well as transforming into a ball of lightning to travel faster. Raiju tend to be docile creatures unless instructed by their lord, they also turn aggressive during thunderstorms.
  
  Hezikiah is a special case in which Raijin summoned his soul from death and allowed him to retain a human form to better serve his will in the mortal realm. Hezikiah is able to control lightning, turn into both an owl and a wolf (a lightning version and a normal version), as well as transforming into a ball of lightning.
  
  How you got here: Enrolled
  
  Classification: Trickster
  
  Rank: Villain
  
  Allegiance: Will only truly serve Rajin
  
  Motivation: to become the greatest and strongest of all the Raiju and to become Rajin’s second in command.
  
  Fashion sense: Tends to always wear shades of blue and purple, typically will be found in a blue hoodie with lightning bolts printed all over it, typical black jeans and some black combat boots. He has become accustomed to wearing suits in the presence of his lord and has grown to love them so he will sometimes switch it up from his normal hoodie to something more dapper.
  
  Appearance: Hezikiah stands at 5ft’10in with a head full of blue/black ombré dreads, he has brown skin an dazzling blue eyes that are always crackling with lightning. His hair also seems to buzz with blue lightning from time to time.
  
  Background:
  Spoiler: Background

  Born Hezikiah Hirata to Kiera and Sotoshi Hirata in Stone Mountian Georgia where he stayed until the age of 15. On his 15th birthday, his grandmother Hama offered to let him stay with her in Japan for the summer and Hezikiah jumped at the chance to visit his fathers hometown.
  
  June 23rd, four days after his birthday the boy arrived at the airport and was greeted by his grandmother and an middle aged man who he recognized to be his uncle Daisuke. He spent a full month exploring Tokyo, visiting shrines, and trying the authentic foods his father would make back at home. So drunk on his excitement he decided to ignore the storm warnings for a mountain trail he had planned for that day and simply went on the trail without the guide. Halfway to the top of the mountain, the storm started bearing down on him hard but he was determined to make to the top even in this storm. He made it to the top after struggling for more than an hour and stood fighting against the rain and wind not to get thrown from the mountain he had given his whole soul to climb. Standing on the mountain he had finally gotten his fill of adventure and decided to head back down hoping it would be easier than coming up. As he turned however, a lightning bolt struck the mountaintop and struck Hezikiah in the back causing him to be sent flying down the mountain, hitting trees as he went. Landing in a small clearing on his back, he looked up to the sky wishing he had listened to the tour guide, listened to his grandmother, he wished he had another chance at life and would do anything to stay alive.
  
  The sky opened and a man with white hair floated down to him “They say it is lucky to be struck by lightning” the man spoke, his voice reverberating as if there were multiple people taking. “You don’t seem to be that lucky my child” the man landed next to him and kneeled to the ground “I can give you a new life, one of power, I can turn you into one of my personal servants… a Raiju but you will be different. You will retain your human form unlike my other servants but you can no longer return to your human life”
  
  Hezikiah looked at the man with pleading eyes “I don’t care” Hezikiah screamed in his mind, unable to form the words over the blood filling his mouth “please save me” he pleaded once more and the man seemed to smile “very well Hezikiah, I Raijin, Kami of Thunder, name you….” He smirked “Fukuro” and with those words, lightning struck the both of them and they disappeared in a flash.
  
  -one year later-
  
  “Fukuro come forth” Hezikiah stepped forward, the only human amongst monstrous beasts of lightning. “I have an assignment for you and if you can complete it I will unlock your true Raiju form” Raijin continued which caused Hezikiah to smile “Anything my Lord” he said bowing deeply…..
• 
  Name: Dr.Terrastan Blackwood
  
  Age: 545 (perpetually 35)
  
  Gender: Male
  
  Species: Cursed Warlock
  
  Backstory:
  Over 500 years ago, Terras was the sorcerer of his small village and was know to have great power. But for all his powers he still wanted more, so in all stupidity and desperation he made a deal with a demon who offered to grant him access to all magic in the world for the small price of his soul. Without his soul he wouldn’t be able to feel sympathy, he would not age, and he will never die but instead cursed to watch everyone he loves die over and over.
  
  Powers: Terras has control over most forms of magic but his own innate and strongest powers come from his ability to manipulate auras.
  
  Curriculum: Intro to Hexes and Curses
  
  Description of classroom: a rather large classroom fitted with couches and chairs rather than desks. The shelves are lined with various potions and ingredients and the ceiling is enchanted to always show the night sky unless directed otherwise. The room is decorated in shades of black, red and gold. There is a large open space in the middle of the class, made for lectures and demonstrations.
  
  Reputation: Terras is known for his eccentric methods of teaching that sometimes results in a student disappearing for a week before returning with no memory. He has been reprimanded numerous of times over his teaching methods but they keep inviting him to return and teach.
  
  Fashion sense: Terras loves a nice suit, he will typically be seen in a grey or black three piece suit with a matching cloak
  
  Appearance: Terras stands at 6’4 weighing nearly 300lbs, he is very buff and his muscles are very prominent through his clothing (hence the cloak). He has long black curly hair which he usually keeps in a pony tail, chocolate skin, red eyes that seem to glow, and numerous tattoos that run up and down his arms.
  

 

[StrixDesmodus]

Student Form

Name: Malice Von Brandt
Age: 12
Gender: Cisgender Female
Original species: Genetically modified hybrid of human and Gyrfalcon
Any changes?: None so far
How you got here: Dr. Brent Von Brandt, her and Vex's father, pulled some strings to enroll her early.
Classification: Not yet
Rank: Unranked
Allegiance: Just Vex so far
Motivation: Make friends, evade Vex's watchful eye, and investigate whether magic users are really that bad.
Fashion sense: Unlike her brother, she only wears lab coats when she's doing actual scientific experiments. What she does wear is a lot of pink.
Appearance: Short, with a slim build and huge wings resembling those of a brown morph gyrfalcon, as well as clawed fingers and toes. Shoulder-lenghth black hair, upturned nose, wide eyes, and a rounded chin.

 

[Beetlebuggo]

Other Staff/Teacher Form​

Gunther Die Stille

Age: 70
Gender: Male
Species: Stick Figure
Height: 7'8 ("I dun get it. How is it not possible for someone my age to walk perfectly without a cane?")
Job(s): Librarian, 1x1 Academic support, Student
Councilor.


Reputation: Now, for a villain school such as Tudor Lestrange, you'd expect the most intimidating beings of mass destruction to be the ones manning this behemoth of education in the field of being the most despicable bastard out there. In some cases, yes there are, but only if you piss them off to that point.

So where this question is going towards is this: Why is it that one of the most grueling and prestigious Villain schools out there, which is supposed to chew you up and spit you out over and over until you become a true evil son of a bitch/ a broken mess crushed by the regime, houses the most absolutely out of place and complete polar opposite sweetheart of a Librarian/ inventor like this guy? It remains unknown to students but only known by the earliest staff. But hey! He's there when ya feel under pressure, so give em a visit for some good ol encouragement, and if you're lucky, a blueberry pie topped with icecream that just so happens to be there at randomly conveniently times? While you're at it, browse around his abode of the Library. It is said to have every book out there, except for smut, that's banned even though Gunther himself doesn't know what it is.





Fashion Sense: (Current outfit - Dark Grey trench coat with blue stripes, Dark blue beret hat, Squared glasses with a lapis tint, beige scarf, dark blue undershirt with a black tie, black-ish grey pants, golden leg bands, and dark turquoise boots.)

Spoiler: Library Info

The Library - A 3 story dome topped building that sits on the other end of the Back Garden and pokes out of the forest. The origins of it's crystal formations sprouting about from in and outside are unknown, but have been seen to be aesthetically pleasing and a popular area for those who need to catch a break.



Library Entrance (outside)

Library Appearance


Central area and Main Library. 1st Floor

Checkout Desk - 1st floor

Counciling Waiting area (Next to Book Checkout desk) 1st Floor

Study lounge - 2nd Floor

Counseling office (Right side of Counseling waiting area) - 1st Floor

Living Quarters - 3rd floor - Unknown to the students, Gunther actually lives inside the top story of the Library. Some students have rumored that it's where he plays his music, others say it's a security office to keep surveillance so that no one steals a book. They may never know, for it is only kept between Gunther and Bergman.

How He Was Hired -

The Institute's interest in Gunther had taken its roots a very long time ago. At the ripe ol age of 27, Gunther was a humble tinkerer living cozily in the oak walls of his peaceful suburban home alongside Dayton, Ohio. The young man at the time tinkered away to his heart's delight, pushing the boundaries of scientific possibility (whilst also pushing the sanity limits of other mechanical experts) to the farthest reaches. One day, he got a little experimental and mischievous with one of his previous inventions. One of which was an electromagnetic Blunderbuss with the barrel and bore enormously extended and expanded to the point it was better to call it an Anti-Existence cannon than anything else. Next was that he went to his local junkyard and fished out a total of 73 hubcaps from old cars, half of them ironically being Volkswagen Beetles . The 3rd step was that he laced each hubcap with a pyrotechnic composition used in Tracer Ammunition because why not?

Skipping a few more steps to get on with it, Gunther was now in his backyard, Blunderbuss aimed upwards and ready to fire.


The neighborhood would be rocked by a giant boom and blinded by the light emanating from the tracer infused hubcaps as they were launched at hypersonic speeds into the sky.

Later that day, the news would come up revealing that a well known hero school was obliterated in Columbus. How? By a shower of hypersonic metal discs triggering the gas lines that led to the school's kitchens.

God knows how, but neither were the neighbors, nor the government were able to make the connection between him and that. But the institute did~

Spoiler: Living Quarters

Living quarters

Student Form​

Designation: Decibel Die Stille
Visual Reference

Age Built: July 1st, 2025, Location: Moldavia.

Height: 6'11

Weight: 1 ton

Genderless

Original species: A large pile of old brass instruments found in an abandoned theater.

Any changes?: Compiled together by Gunther Die Stille over the summer before this school year, and engineered into a robotic living being. Has been upgraded numerous tech firms with means of self defense.

'..Sure it may have costed the last bucks of that lottery I won, but hey! At least I won't be lonely at home or at the checkout desk durin' class time! Don't tell no one Crevie. I wanna keep it as a surprise for the others. I'll git ya one a dose ehh.. What wus it again? Those Dinwether Beetles ya said ya wanted for those upcomin' less'ns this year?' - Gunther, on a phone call with Crevan Priest explaining what he's been doing.

How you got here: The last to enroll a few weeks after their creation by Gunther Die Stille during his vacation overseas. Currently flying back to the U.S with Gunther.

Classification: [Mad Scientist - Mechanical] [Mad Scientist - Biological] [Consumer]

Rank: Villain

Allegiance: To be Determined.

Motivation: Explore options in Villainy, whilst staying by Gunther's side. Side motive of high priority: Protect Gunther from harm.

Fashion sense: Hasn't found one yet. But can under the right guidance.

Skillset consists of multiple abilities derived from built in means of defense or necessities for versatile use.

Spoiler: Skillset

Skillset
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<{ Offensive }>
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Fighting style - Mixed Martial Arts (Brazilian Jiu Jitsu, Muay Thai, Judo, and Boxing)



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Musical Vahan - A round barrier of Musical energy forms around them.

= ('-') ('-') << Supportive >> ('-') ('-') =
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Drone Support - Calls in supportive drones that act as individual assistants for their Allies. Providing supporting fire or other means of assistance.

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Geyser Smash - Punches hard into the ground, channeling energy into 3 spots trailing forwards and then erupting upwards with energized blasts up to 10ft tall. Visual below of an individual geyser eruption.

Buster Bass - Utilizes a high volume Bass drop to deploy waves of concussive force. Sometimes ruptures the ground.
(Top - Vertically directed - 50 ft)
(Middle - Horizontally directed - 20ft forwards, Backwards, left and right)
(Bottom - Buster Bass field - 360 degree circular area of 40ft )

<{) Utility (}>
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E.U.F - - Element Utilized Firearm - - Mode List:// Top - Bottom - 1.Sun/Smoke 2.Lava/Water 3.Wind/Snow 4.Nuclear/Plasma 5.Crystal/Umbral 6.Fire/Earth 7.Heat/Electric 8.Magma/Ice 9.Steam/Sky 10.Nature/Cyber.

?-(-{-<- Miscellaneous ->-}-)-?
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Chef's Kiss - Having browsed or binged numerous cooking shows on the Plane's TV's, along with the cooking hobby that they and Gunther picked up after watching Babish Culinary Universe, Decible picked up a notable skill in cooking up meals from either Television, Movies, or their own recipes on demand.

Fixer Upper - More on the self explanatory side, it pertains to Decibel being able to fix broken or malfunctioning objects.

Knowledge absorption - Due to being artificial, there's no need that Decibel was given an AI to grant their sentience (Though that costed a pretty penny for Gunther, but worth it). One of the bonuses it had was its capabilities in being a fast learner.

 

[wowie]

Spoiler: Pincushion Character Form

Character Form
Name: (birth name N/A)
- Experiment #04
- Alias/Nickname: Pincushion (or Pin for short)
Age: 16 (at "recruitment", unknown amount of time in testing)
Gender: Non binary (any pronouns, assigned male at birth)
Original species: Human
Abnormalities: accelerated healing & increased physical endurance; able to alter physical form + grow excess body parts (specifically human traits, cannot mimic any supernatural affinities. ie- can grow excess arms but none of the arms can have superhuman strength)
- physical changes/excess limbs take time depending on their complexity (changing hair color takes a few seconds, growing an extra arm takes an hour)
- accelerated healing is vulnerable to any affliction which prevents mitosis (fire/cellular disease/etc) but as long as the injury leaves some flesh they can reform given time
How you got here: Forced recruitment
Classification: Undecided (possibly trickster)
Rank: Unranked
Allegiance (Whether or not they've allied with other students, and who they allied with): Uncertain, plays both sides partially out of wariness regarding their captors
Motivation: Finding their origin (memory loss surrounding their past but maintained a strong sense of duty bounding them to not leave the school)
Fashion sense: Preppy
Appearance (with no alterations): *TW for some blood rivulets* (second photo is from immediately following experimentation, first photo reflects their standard appearance)
- slim semi muscular build, that of a proficient runner
- scars throughout their body, largest are on face (why hasn't the scar tissue healed? try asking.)
- 5'8 ft tall in default state
- amber iris, scarlet red pupils

 

[SoftSmile]

Student
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Name: Teressa "Tera" Byte
Age: 16
Gender: Demigirl
Original species: Human...?
No Changes

How you got here: Enrolled
Classification: Mad Scientist- Mechanical , Cultist, Micro Dictator
Rank: Villain
Allegiance: True trust is only given to her creations.

Motivation: Her wish is to have a group of people dedicated and enamored to her every thought, every move, every breath she takes. She has some trouble though, since her social skills are slightly above subpar.
Fashion sense: Plain and white.


Miscellaneous

Spoiler: Celeste

Spoiler: Celeste

Name: Celeste
Age: 3
Gender: Designed as female, technically agender (She/her or it/its)
Species: Android
Reputation: The weakest of the Byte trio. Is frequently seen running errands around the school.
What they do: Works as more of an errand girl for Teressa.
Fashion sense: Prim uniforms, which strangely all have short skirts.

Spoiler: Luna

Name: Luna
Age: 2
Gender: Designed as female, technically agender (She/her or it/its)
Species: Android
Reputation: The second in command, a cold and calculated machine through and through. She is sometimes seen around the school, but it's also common to not see her for a few days with no explanation.
What they do: Secretary of Teressa. Keeps her on schedule and keeps up with the financial parts of the Byte project.
Fashion sense: More prim uniforms. More short skirts. Hm.

Spoiler: Sole 'Sunny'

Name: Sole 'Sunny'
Age: 6 months
Gender: Designed as female, technically agender. (She/her or it/its)
Species: Android
Reputation: The leader of the Byte trio, she is rarely seen and is always accompanying Teressa in the rare times she isn't working. Known for her intimidating aura and eerie facade of happiness.
What they do: Bodyguard of Teressa, Leader of the Byte Trio.
Fashion sense: More...Hm...More skirts? Yeah, well, Teressa likes girls. I guess.

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[Lillith Death]

Name: Seraphina
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Original species: Witch
Any changes?: none
How you got here: Enrolled
Classification: Witch
Rank: Villain
Allegiance: None yet
Motivation: None
Fashion sense: Jeans and a tee-shirt
Appearance: Blue hair and blue eyes, 5'1 and loves animals and chaos.

 

[StrixDesmodus]

Teacher

Name: Sheila Killaever
Age: 67
Gender: Genderqueer, assigned female at birth
Species: Human sorcerer
Curriculum: Combatative Magic, Utilization of Cold Weapons, Strategies in Close Quarters Combat
Description of classroom: A small arena-style room near the "Weapons Library", with an adjoined locker room. The walls are all painted black, and there are no guards against the combat demonstrations spilling into rest of the class, as cir philosophy is that cir students should always be on guard.
Reputation: One of the few teachers who allows Expendables to participate in cir classes in ways that aren't exclusively victimized, ce has gained criticism and praise alike for it. There are rumors that ce isn't actually Evil, to which ce always replies in some form of "speculation is for fools. If you can't find out, don't bother."
Fashion sense: Each of cir waking hours is spent clad in some form of armor or another, the style of which may vary. Ce is also never seen without some sort of weapon, typically a mace.
Appearance: A short, muscular person with bronze-colored skin. Slim, angular facial features. Ce keeps cir long hair in spiraling cornrows and a bun.


Misc Staff

Name: Dakota Joy
Age: 37
Gender: Genderfluid, assigned male at birth (His/Her pronouns fluctuate between standard male and standard female)
Species: Human
Job title: Magilogical Pediatric Wound Care Nurse and self-appointed psychotherapist
Reputation: She'll patch you right up, magic or no magic, but it's well known among her patients that she doesn't let let anyone off the hook when it comes to bettering themselves. Still, he does his job the same for all students and staff even though some of his colleagues don't, and none are expected to, even if he wishes he were only treating the good guys. Despite not knowing much about psychology academically, she's there for students who need counsel off the school records.
Fashion sense: When not in the standard olive scrubs, she tends to wear nicer clothing, usually a combination of either dressy pants or a skirt with a nice sweater, and co-coordinating shoes of the comfortable variety. He wears makeup when he's feeling feminine, favoring green eyeliner
Appearance: A tall, slightly heavier build, with tan skin and brown hair in a buzz cut. Blue eyes, an oval face, a rounded nose, and low set eyebrows.

 

[Sadies]

Teacher

Name: Kai Senko
Age: 31 Years
Gender: Male
Species: Kitsune
Curriculum: Apotropaic Magic and Spiritual Cleansing. (Aka protection against spirits and the paranormal.)

Description of classroom:
His classroom appears to be a darker but regular classroom. The room has windows to the left, which have optional thick curtains, a teachers desk at the front and behind that a chalk board. To the right of the room stands multiple book cases with rows and rows of old books. The desks are in neat rows. His classroom is always kept organised and tidy.

Within his classroom, and occasionally but not always in his presence, there is a white Fox named Yokai. She is very inactive and is soul purpose is to act as spiritual protection, she is considered a Holy Fox.

However a locked door to the left of the board, behind his desk; leads to a room which conveys the darkness of his mind. Kept a secret, the room is small and filled from ceiling to floor with scribbles, hexes and other uncomfortable text.

Reputation:
"Don't mess with the fox!" Is a rumour that many students don't take seriously. He comes across as a teacher who you can get away with a lot of things as it takes a lot to make him angry and his warnings are usually just a glance. However IF you manage to make Kai angry, you will know why there is such a rumour.

Fashion sense: Traditional Japanese dress, kimono style.
Appearance: (Face claim; Rabou fromNoragami.)


Students

Name: Jiro Maki
Age: 17 Years
Gender: Male
Original species: Human.
Any changes?: Shadow Person, Poltergeist, Ghost.

How you got here: Forced alternative to jail.
Classification: Unknown
Rank: Unranked
Allegiance: Currently None.
Roommates: Decibel, Malice and Andrian.

Motivation: Get through school, don't take nonsense from anyone, keep away from everyone; freedom from society.
Fashion sense: Dark, neat, gothic clothing.
Appearance: (Face claim; Saito from Hakuouki)

Name: Isolde Porcelaine (Later nicked named Sol)
Age: 16 Years
Gender: Female
Original species: Puppeteer (Living Doll)
Any changes?: None.

How you got here: Parents forced her to enrol.
Classification: Unknown. She is unpopular among students and often bullied.
Rank: Expendable
Allegiance: Currently None.
Roommate: Francis

Motivation: Survive!
Fashion sense: Cute, doll-like dresses. Accessorises with bows.
Appearance: (Face claim; Kyouchikytou from Aria the Scarlet Ammo AA.)
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[Heartstorm78]

Student Form

Name: Rosalina Von Vexmin
Age: 15
Gender: female
Original species: Demon
Any changes?: N/A
How you got here: Literally got summoned here.
Classification: Trickster, Cultist
Rank: Villain
Allegiance: Anyone who can gain her trust.
Motivation: to have a big cult.
Fashion sense: Literally chaotic, and untamed.
Appearance: Rosalina is a tall and lanky feminine girl Her skin is fair with rosy cheeks, and her hair is long and pretty much a little chaotic with one side being red and the other side being pink, She has a smiley-shaped hairpin on the right side of her hair and a pentagram-shaped hairpin on the left. Rosalina's horns are candy cane striped: Purple and white as Her eyes are poison green with cat-like pupils. Rosalina is dressed in an orange shirt with a black star drawn on it, over this shirt is a blue vest with different pins of different animes and cartoons as well. Her skirt only reaches to her knees and is pink, and she wears white stockings and wears one red sneaker, and one blue sneaker, She wears fingerless gloves. Rosalina's tail is like any other demon's tail but matches her horns. She has sharp teeth similar to a shark.

Other Staff Form
Name: Orion Kikimura
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Species: Dragon
Job title: Libarian
Reputation: Orion is always calm and likes it when its quiet in the library, But when students are loud in his library he's a force to be reckoned with and will immediately kick them out for life or for some days based on what they do. There's a rumor going around that he'll put two books between your face and ask what you are and if you don't answer him correctly, You'll have extra homework and detention that's if you did something wrong. But he doesn't do book recommendations and helps other with the books that you're looking for anyway.
Fashion sense: Formal, And dark colors allowed.
Appearance:

 

[Lady Moldoma]

Name: Mamimi Lordgenome
Age: 16
Gender: Genderqueer Female
Pronouns: Xe/She/They
Original species: Esper
Any changes?:None
How you got here: Enrolled
Classification: Destroyer, Extremist
Rank: Unranked
Allegiance: Refuses to ally with others due to being a sour bitch.
Motivation: Hate. She hates the world and wants to make everyone feel the pain that she does. It's a very primal sort of hate.
Fashion sense: Informal, Dreary, drab, and often consisting of neutral blacks and grays. Often she lets her chain hangdown from her beltline and wears her brass knuckles even when doing things that don't involve them.
Reputation: She has the eyes of someone who wants to chase happiness, but doesn't know which way to turn. Staring deeply into the void and declaring that it's a blue color. That's the kind of person that anyone can guess Mamimi is the moment she walks into a room. It doesn't help that she drags a metal baseball bat, a chain, and brass knuckles, around everywhere she goes.
Appearance:

 

[Lady Moldoma]

Name: Alice Schwarzschild
Age: 16
Gender: Transgender Female
Original species: Human
Any changes?: Became a Necrotic Regenerator after the demon that brought her here essentially turned her into a self-sustaining demilich
How you got here: Magic Ritual and subsequent enrollment.
Classification: Super-Sadist, Consumer
Rank: Unranked
Allegiance: No-one yet, though she'll probably be quick to make friends, due to her sadistic enthusiasm
Motivation: Psychopathic Delusion
Fashion sense: Seemingly has a weird obsession with schoolgirl outfits and refuses to wash the bloodstains out of them.
Appearance:



Name: Remina "Hellstar" Atomik
Age: 17 (Her species ages differently, she's actually more like 68 years old in our time, one year for her is four years for us)
Gender: Hermaphrodite, Associates openly as genderfluid
Original species: Alien
Any changes?: None
How you got here: Enrolment Via Recommendation
Classification: Destroyer, Macro-Dictator
Rank: Villain
Allegiance: (TBD)
Motivation: Desire to become a galactic dominator/overlord; cultural tradition
Fashion sense: She has an affinity for wearing bandages over her breasts in place of a bra. Her clothes are generally of an athletic variety that accentuate her extremely well developed musculature.
Appearance: She's around 7'10'', being an alien and all

 

[Sunfall27]

Name: Luna Piper Headman
Age: 16
Gender: Cisgender Female
Original species: Werewolf
Any changes?: None
How you got here: Enrolled
Classification: Tricksker
Rank: Villain
Allegiance: Maximus
Motivation: To get back at guardians for cruel treatment. to make friends and allies.
Fashion sense: Always has a crisp, clean look. Usually wears black dress pants and a pressed white button up. a bright blue tie loosely tied around her neck and a black blazer thrown over. Wears black rimmed glasses.
Appearance:

Name: Maximus Apollo Headman
Age:16
Gender: Cisgender Male
Original species: Werewolf
Any changes?: None
How you got here: Enrolled
Classification: Tricksker
Rank: Henchman
Allegiance: Luna
Motivation: To make friends and get a good education.
Fashion sense: Always has a crisp, clean look. Usually wears a black or grey pinstripe suit with a matching solid vest. As well as a navy blue tie and tortoise shell glasses.
Appearance:

Name: Matthew Turner Gambles
Age: 17
Gender: Cisgender Male
Original species: Human
Any changes?: None
How you got here: Kidnapped
Classification: Street Criminal
Rank: -
Allegiance: -
Motivation: Unsure, to make friends and have fun.
Fashion sense: Cargo pants and a t-shirt, sometimes a jacket and or a baseball hat.
Appearance:

Name: Madison Charlotte Underwood
Age: 15
Gender: Cisgender Female
Original species: Human
Any changes?: None
How you got here: Kidnapped
Classification: Black Magician
Rank: -
Allegiance: -
Motivation: Unsure, to make friends and have fun.
Fashion sense: Loose pants and t-shirts, sometimes also wears a worn leather jacket.
Appearance:

 

[Tomaetuhsooup]

name: andrian DeLarverie
gender: Trans Male
species; vampire
pronouns: he/they
how you got here: enrollment
Classification: destroyer, consumer.
Rank: villian
alleigance: (TBD)
Motivation: he came from a seemingly lower class of vampires, and had to fight for everything, he sees someone in a higher class or royalty, and he instantly wants to gauge there eyes out, this is his way of sucking it to them,
Fashion sense: punkish and unruly,
appearence: he has shaved sides with long black hair usually in a unkempt bun or ponytail, pale almost bluish skin with bite marks on his left side of his neck, he has high black studded boots with a plain red and black striped sweater with a few stains here and there, he is quite tall, about 6´6. and he has a angular bridged nose, with medium lips and quite high cheekbones and round large, deep brown eyes.
personality: hes very rough around the edges and holds a big grudge whatever you do to him he does to you 10 times worse or better he is very motivated and goal oriented, once he does something he must finish it no matter what it is, and has a very cold and foreboding aura, people tell him

 

[Sadies]

Name: Khestral Hess Heary
Age: 15 Years
Gender: Female
Original species:
Generically Modified Bird-Human Hybrid (American Kestrel)
Any changes?:
Khestral got ambushed in a house fire, since then she has been a Pyromaniac.
Making it difficult for her to remain in at home.

How you got here: Enrolled.
Classification: Extremist.
Rank: Henchman.
Allegiance: Other GMO-Birds.
Roommate:

Motivation: Khestral just wants to see the world burn!
Fashion sense: Dark, edgy, stylish clothes. Usually either short skirts, leggings or skinny jeans with black boots and a black coat or jacket. Tight tops and a reasonable amount of Jewry.
Appearance: Beautiful grey and red wings protruding from her back, claw like fingers and toenails. (Face claim; Shana from Shakugan N Shana.)

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[Lost Echo]

Name: Danielle (Dani) (her mother and that man call her Ellie)
Age: 14
Gender: Female
Original species: Human
Any changes?: Recently turned vampire
How you got here: Kidnapped, turned then enrolled in the school
Classification: Consumer, Trickster
Rank: Unranked
Allegiance: Wants a safe space; will do anything for it
Motivation: Survival
Fashion sense: She was given a trunk full of Victorian-era clothes. From the smell, she assumes they’re vintage. Currently, she’s wearing jeans and a tee-shirt, the latter with drops of blood on it. She has a necklace with a horse charm, now with special value as a reminder of home.
Appearance: Photo is pre-turning. Now her skin grows sickly in between feedings. She constantly has dark circles under her eyes, and the bite mark on her neck is usually covered by her hair.

Spoiler: Hidden just in case you don't want it

Background: She’d been riding the trails with a new horse, Maisy. It was their first time together, but she was doing well. She’d leaned forward, petting the horse’s neck with soft praises. Then upon sitting up, the horse spooked, actually throwing her off and fleeing. Before she could gather her wits, he was on her. She lost time then. He was always making her lose time. The next moment she was conscious, she was drinking from his wrist desperately. Even as she came into herself, she couldn’t fight the need for blood. He kept her for 3 months, forcing her to drink from him constantly. She’d tried to escape, but he was always there, watching. She was his new experiment and he needed to keep track of the data. He had a lot of tests to do.

Finally, he deemed her ready. He’d come up with the plan to release this baby vampire into the Tudor Lestrange Institute and see her struggle to survive. He'd been bored and wanted a bit of chaos. He warned her, death wasn’t going to be an option. His blood was powerful enough that she could survive near anything. But she’d learned the hard way surviving could be worse than dying.

Known Powers:
Fast Healing
Durability
Fangs?