Fantasy Enemies of Eternity.

[Rantos]

Me thinks you should read all the tabs before making a character. You may add, edit and style the CS as you please but I want to see these core things on it.


Appearance: (Anime please?)


Name:


Age: (17 - 22)


Height:


Weight:


Personality: (One to two paragraph minimum)


Bio: (Two paragraph minimum)


Likes:


Dislikes:


Quirks:


Power: (Pawns start off with no power but will get one soon after the RP starts)


Rank: (No Queens or Kings right off the bat. You will get there. If you wish to be a Knight please contact me first.)


Reason for joining the school:


Others:


Writing sampleCan be taken from another RP or made here.)


Character Database

By CloudyBlueDay

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Appearance

Archie Valentine - Shabby looking, yellow eyes, pinkish-blondish hair.


Elian Solberg - Platinum blonde hair, amber eyes, tailor-made Space Cop jacket


Lusine Prieta - Salmon red hair, Ultramarine blue eyes, sparkly and princess-like.


Electo Osario - [Default appearance] Red hair, blue eyes.


Evelina Cosimia - Gold eyes, black hair, enjoys dressing up, many scars.


Miles Malcolm - Black hair, blue eyes.


Myca Celestien - Silvery white hair, heterochromia (left eye is gray, right is blue), dancers build


Jun Havard - Black eyes, black hair.


Siobhan Byrne - Dark pink hair, green eyes.


Maya Larson - Long orange hair, pink eyes


Simon Corris - Blonde hair, green eyes


Stella Arero - Bright blue eyes, long orange hair, cold gaze.


Aiden Minstroff - Messy brown hair, emerald green eyes, large build, lots of animal-related scars.

Height

Aiden Minstroff - 6'2"


Simon Corris - 6'1"


Miles Malcolm - 5'11"


Jun Havard - 5'11"


Elian Solberg - 5'10"


Myca Celestien - 5'10"


Siobhan Byrne - 5'8"


Archie Valentine - 5'8"


Stella Arero - 5'6"


Electo Osario - 5'6"


Maya Larson - 5'4"


Lusine Prieta - 5'3"


Evelina Cosimia - 4'10"

Personality

Archie Valentine - Go with the flow kinda guy, doesn't take too many things seriously.


Elian Solberg - Loud, energetic, sci-fi nut, accidentally mysterious.


Lusine Prieta - "Sparkly", bubbly, questionable.


Electo Osario - Bright and gentle on the surface, dark and without moral sense on the inside.


Evelina Cosimia - Fierce fighter, never backs down, cunning, smart.


Miles Malcolm - Happy and energetic at day, anxious and hysterical at night.


Myca Celestien - Sensitive, lonely, shy.


Jun Havard - Calm, collected, blunt.


Siobhan Byrne - Lighthearted yet stern whilst training.


Maya Larson - Skittish, hot-tempered, upbeat.


Simon Corris - Kind hearted, hard working, diligent. (After joining the academy.)


Stella Arero - Closed off, intriguing, unfriendly.


Aiden Minstroff - Gentle, sweet, loyal.

Rank

Evelina Cosimia - Knight


Siobhan Byrne - Knight


Maya Larson - Knight


Aiden Minstroff - Rook


Lusine Prieta - Bishop


Electo Osario - Bishop


Myca Celestien - Bishop


Simon Corris - Bishop


Jun Havard - Pawn


Miles Malcolm - Pawn


Archie Valentine - Pawn


Stella Arero - Pawn


Elian Solberg - Pawn

Age

Siobhan Byrne - 21


Simon Corris - 20


Evelina Cosimia - 20


Lusine Prieta - 19


Aiden Minstroff - 19


Electo Osario - 19


Myca Celestien - 19


Miles Malcolm - 18


Archie Valentine - 17


Elian Solberg - 17


Jun Havard - 17


Maya Larson - 17 (?)


Stella Arero - 17

Powers

Siobhan Byrne - Sentient Shadow


Simon Corris - Light-Shaping (Can turn light into armor/weapons.)


Evelina Cosimia - Gravity Manipulation


Lusine Prieta - Can create bubbles that trap things within them


Aiden Minstroff - Madness form - able to change into a large form of lava + hot rock.


Electo Osario - Shape-shifting.


Myca Celestien - Reanimation


Maya Larson Matter Manipulation


Miles Malcolm - ???


Archie Valentine - ???


Elian Solberg - ???


Jun Havard - ???


Stella Arero - ???

Players

Archie Valentine - EasySkulls


Elian Solberg - Pretzel Heart


Lusine Prieta - Pretzel Heart


Electo Osario - Lilah Tunth


Evelina Cosimia - Stamper


Miles Malcolm - Stamper


Myca Celestien - Felix


Jun Havard - BEX


Siobhan Byrne - Ironrot


Maya Larson - Pyosimos


Simon Corris - The J


Stella Arero - CloudyBlueDay


Aiden Minstroff - CloudyBlueDay

 

[CloudyBlueDay]

Cloudy is trying to pretty her CSs so please bear with us while we go through technical difficulties tyvm

Stella Arero

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Appearance: Stella has a rather stunning appearance, but you might not instantly think it in a good way. Bright blue eyes (unlike the picture) so light and piercing, almost blind looking. They seem to stare into your soul, and if you look too long, too close, they might devour you whole. Then there's her hair. Bright, shining orange, often let be or pulled into messy buns and ponytails. She has a red bow she likes to tie in as well. Her hair color seems almost unnatural, but I can assure you it is, and it reaches past her shoulders. Light blush lips, a small button nose, and cream skin. Her often attire consists of tank tops or t-shirts, accompanied by a big sweater if necessary, with jeans and sneakers.


Age: 17


Height: 5'6"


Weight: 120 lbs


Personality: Stella is an... Interesting girl, to say the least. Not talkative, not social. Not friendly, not loud. But if you looked, if you looked very close.. You'd see the potential she holds. She is quite smart, with high grades in every subject. A bookworm as well, she seems to have an incredible memory. But she's too mysterious, too intriguing to be labeled as just a 'nerd'. She's very aloof and independent, and will only speak when necessary. But when she speaks, she's not boring or mundane. She's interesting, and you want to know more. More about how this strange girl came to be, what brought her here and her past, her hopes for the present and the future. But that's the problem - she'll never tell you


She doesn't seem to have any interest in making friends. Stella seems to have an agenda. She knows what she's doing, where she's going, and she seems to have one clear goal in mind. Stella stays out of other people's business, sticks to her own routine, and can often be found buried deep in a book or chewing on a pencil, trying to solve a puzzle of any sort.


Bio: [Redacted]


Likes:

• Books
  
• Puzzles + Solving Puzzles
  
• Silence
  
• Being at the academy
  
• The night - and stars, believe it or not.
  

Dislikes:

• Crowds
  
• Overly friendly people
  
• Most animals.
  
• Vulgarity
  

Quirks: Stella twirls her hair when deep in thought, as well as bites her lip when frustrated, and taps her foot when anxious. Stella also has a small fear of heights. Not to an extreme case, but heights make her extremely anxious.


Power: You'll find out soon enough~


Rank: Pawn


Reason for joining the school: [Redacted]


Others:

The stars guide those who are lost in the dark


but what happens when you're too lost to see them?

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Aiden Minstroff

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Appearance: Aiden is basically the definition of a big softie. He's quite tall and large, towering over the majority of people with both his normal and magical form. Broad shouldered and well muscled, the big problem is that with all this mass, being a klutz is a problem. His general style consists of jeans and t-shirts, with jackets and converse. Nothing fancy, comfort is key. His hair is a light brown, very messy, and his eyes a deep emerald green.


Age: 19


Height: 6'2"


Weight: 166 lbs


Personality: Aiden is a really sweet and caring guy once you look past his intimidating appearance. He's very kind and loving, honestly, he's like a little cuddly puppy. He has a fierce love for all animals and is incredibly loyal - too loyal, in fact, that he's had his heart broken many times. He loves unconditionally, never expects anything in return, but time and time again he can't seem to restrain himself from trusting someone quickly.


Before his power came to light, before he came to the academy, Aiden was just an angry kid. And being a big, angry kid, he didn't have many friends. But his power seemed to almost separate him into two - it took all his anger and put it into his second form, and that's why it is so easy for Aiden to lose himself when he stays in his Madness Form too long. In fact, it's already happened once, and it wasn't pretty. Luckily he was able to snap out of it before it was too late.


Aiden is a very devoted and hard working person. If he's given a task, he will finish it and then some. His power is so immense and well controlled because he's worked very, very hard on it. While Aiden isn't the sharpest tool in the shed, his hardworking attitude and kind nature is what gets him places.


As well as his family, as much as he despises them.


Bio: The Minstroff family is a very well known, rich, snobbish family. Their wealth comes from long ago, some brilliant inventors and engineers and lawyers that just keep on being successful. There was always a lot, no, a ton of pressure on Aiden. Must have good grades. Must be friends with the right children. Must excel, must do good, you must make the family proud.


Aiden broke the good luck streak. Aiden was not successful. Aiden was not smart. His kindness made him weak, he gave too much before he got. He was a disgrace. His parents were disgusted with him - none of the most excellent, most expensive tutors could teach him. It was partly that Aiden just wasn't smart in that way, but he had no interest in pleasing his parents.


He'd leave school early and come home late. In this time, this precious time, Aiden would escape. He'd do whatever he'd want. He'd walk around the town, the quiet parts, the busy parts. Chase squirrels, pet stray cats, regret petting stray cats. Until his parents found out.


They hired maids and babysitters for their 16 year old child. Degrading, disgusting, Aiden was hardly allowed outside, monitored constantly. Behind his parent's back, he applied to the Academy, and was accepted. His parents were.. unsure. Aiden, yes, maybe he was a big guy, but he wasn't a.. warrior. Not yet. But he would be soon. They let him go. There was no hope for him to succeed elsewhere. It was this or nothin'.


Two years had passed at the Academy. The best years of his life. His power finally being realized, with the sky as the limit.


Likes

• Animals
  
• His ability
  
• Sports/Training
  
• His ability
  

Dislikes:

• People who take him for granted
  
• His parents
  
• The fact that he can't stay in his Madness Form too long
  
• Bananas (Mushy, icky, blech)
  
• Swimming/Deep ocean
  

Quirks: When upset or worried, Aiden will run a hand through his hair or pace around the room. He also has numerous scars from chasing after animals as as kid. One small thin one across the cheek, quite a few scratch marks on his arms and legs, and a bite mark on his stomach. Let me tell you, this kid's been mauled by all sorts of animals and has been for several rabies shots.

Power: Aiden has another form. He calls it his Madness Form, which he can shift into at free will. (After two years of training mind you..) He transforms completely, becoming a 13 foot tall monster of solid black rock, which underneath holds molten lava. The rock poses as his skin, the lava as his muscles, blood, and internal organs. If someone were to slash open his rock form, it would release lava, but once he reverted back to his human form, the same damage and amount of lava would transfer, leaving him terribly injured with a lot of blood loss. In this state, for the first few minutes, he is completely in control, a raging powerhouse with burning rocks for skin, but stay in it too long and Aiden could lose his mind and be trapped in his madness form forever. His ability is energy based, and if Aiden is not well rested/fed/hydrated, he couldn't use his ability.


Rank: Rook


Reason for joining the school: To get away from his parents, and to be a superhero. Win-win.


Others: Apologies for the blurry picture, but it was what represented the image I had in mind for his form best. Just imagine it the approximate height I stated and tall and lanky, often hunched over.

Lennie looked sadly up at him. "They was so little," he said apologetically. "I’d pet ‘em, and pretty soon they bit my fingers and I pinched their heads a little and then they was dead—because they was so little. I wish’t we’d get the rabbits pretty soon, George. They ain’t so little."

Spoiler

A rather recent post of mine from the super-hero RP "Almost Mighty".


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Hrmph. Nate knew he probably looked like an idiot, poking his finger repeatedly against the wall. If he just.. just concentrated enough.. uhg. His head hurt. His everything hurt. All he needed was some energy to slip through the walls, and he was out of this place. Letting out another frustrated growl, he turned back to the door-punching fiasco.


“Shit! Ever heard... of knocking?!” A pause. “Jävla rosahåriga kärringjävel...” Oh. This was the girl that he first saw taken away in the wheel chair. The one screaming in a foreign language. "I'm..sorry, are you alright?" Heh. Bet the girl was listening close to the door, and punchy girl punched her without even realizing it. Nathan leaned back against the wall - and slipped just an inch through it. Hardly visible, but maybe if someone was looking closely. His face lit up. Not a considerable change cause he was always grumpy looking, but... He was getting close.


"Hehe, sorry for earlier, I thought this room would be full of guards and mad scientists, and I did not want to go back to the cell." The frown returned. "Anyway, the name is Roark! And I do not exactly have a 'power'" Oh, fab. This guy was so fucking smiley it hurt. "I just happen to have a decent enough mechanical knowledge to use my inventions for the greater good. Example uno would be my awesome robotic arm!" Nate would never admit it. But a robotic arm was cool. "So, while I may not have a power, I can build nearly anything given the chance, proper tools, supplies, time, and of course, awesome montage music. Trust me, welding and fusing wires together is a whole lot easier with music in the background." Too bad there wasn't much around to build with. No "montage music" either. Nate glanced around the room. Still seemed like prison.


“...Maggie by the way. I’d shake your hand, but… Well, it didn’t go all that well last time. Erh... Sorry for eavesdropping!"


"You can call me Eddie. I would say it was nice to meet all of you, except.. I wish I hadn't."


Nate laughed. It was a sad, but strangely hearty laugh. It kind of hurt. "Well I can say the same." He glanced up at the ceiling. "Nate." It might be hard to distinguish, but the grump actually gave his own name. With no context, no pleasantries.


Then, all of a sudden, Nate punched the wall. Without a sound, it seemed like the entire wall swallowed his hand whole. The wall rippled around his hand (which seemed to be cut off at the wrist) until he pulled it out. "Doubt I could do much more." He muttered. Then he glanced at the ceiling again. Probably could get there, yeah, but what good would it do? There was also the risk of entering a wall before he was properly rested - he didn't know how thick the walls were, his power could flicker out mid-wall. And he doubted that would be good.

IT'S A MAGICAL PROOF THAT I'VE READ THE RULES CORNDOG!! Bumblebee edition.

 

[yoikes]

OH MY GOD I FORGOT ABOUT THIS SORRY SORRY SORRY!


Appearance:

Name: Yamamoto Kei


Age: 18


Height: 5' 7"


Weight: 132lbs


Personality: Independent child, she hates it when someone tell her to do something or tell her if what she's doing is wrong. Will stubbornly do whatever she think is right, it will take quite a talk to make her change her mind. Kei likes to sulk when she's angry to someone, but she's the type that did not hold a grudge and will forgive someone after a day or two. However, she could be very scary if she had enough. Could be hot headed and doesn't have a lot of patience, talks loudly if excited.


Kei is very loyal and honest, she believes that someone shouldn't lie or deceive people. That's why she hated liars and cheaters so much, lie to her and you will lost her trust. She respected people who are capable, and will gladly follow their orders and commands. However, it is very hard to gain one. Kei is very friendly and outgoing, but she will be very shy and rarely speak at first until she get used to the atmosphere or with her new friends.


Bio: Born to a Canadian-Japanese, her Japanese mother married a Canadian who sought refuge in Japan. Kei has an older brother, who is 16 years old when she was born. Yamamoto Keiji went to AAG to study and to protect humanity, he graduated and then during combat suddenly just... disappear. They are trying to look for him, but it's too dangerous and risky and not worth it. So they gave up on him and tell her parents that he went missing. There's no proper closure for them. He should be 34 years old if he's still alive.


Kei, sad to see her mother who continues to mourn about her brother, decided to apply for AAG to join the battle. If she could graduate and got sent into the battlefield, maybe she could find a thing or two about her brother. Her father and mother begged her to stay. It hurts her to see her parents begging, but Kei have determined to find out what actually happen to her brother, save him if he still alive and get back home together.


Likes:

• Good food!
  
• Warm coffee/tea/milk/chocolate
  
• Comic book
  
• Movies
  
• Animals
  
• People who could read the situation
  

Dislikes:

• Green tea
  
• Chaotic situation
  
• Crowd
  
• Ignorant people
  
• Rule breakers
  
• Insects
  

Quirks: Speaking in Japanese when nervous


Power: Counter - The ability to counter any attack, deflecting the attack straight back at the enemy. However, her ability makes her unable to defend herself from any falling object or metal shrapnel that got blasted off by an explosion, or from anything that moves faster than her reaction.


Rank: Rook


Reason for joining the school: Become stronger then start looking for her long lost brother, Yamamoto Keiji, who according to her parents went MIA in a war against the Gate keepers


Others: Speak fluent Japanese.


Writing sample:


Kei was just a kid at the time. But she remembers it perfectly. Her father hugging her mother, they crying together and the man in black left their home without saying anything. She repeatedly asked the same question over and over again. "What's wrong?" And her mother cried even louder. Her grandma took her back to her room, telling her to go to sleep.


Kei woke up, she's crying. She reached for her blanket and use it to wipe her tears. This memory again. It took her several years to know what actually happen, and the reason why her brother never came home. He went missing in the middle of combat, probably dead. Probably, but everyone have stopped looking for him and her parents have let him go. They carved his name in family grave and prayed for him every year.


Kei don't understand. He could be alive out there, injured and unable to move. He's probably healthy now, but for some reasons unable to made contact. She's coming to get him home. Her mother and father have begged her to stay, but she can't. She will go home together with her brother.

 

[EasySkulls]

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Appearance:


Name: Archie Valentine


Age: 17


Height: 5'8"


Weight: 144 lbs


Personality: Archie is known to be a very "go with the flow" kind of guy. He rarely puts any effort into his tasks and it's because of that, he gets scolded all the time but even then he still won't manage to get any work done.He even doesn't fight seriously, often surrendering at the end of his sparring matches but surprisingly though people don't consider him weak and anyone around him would sometimes have an eerie feeling to never let their guard down. Being friends with the guy isn't necessarily hard and it does come with the benefit of getting free food at one of the local restaurant's in Empire city, just be careful not to misplace his trust as trying to gain it back is meaningless.


The only time Archie would ever be serious about anything is when he's either going up against a Gate-keeper or if any of his friends find themselves in trouble. He becomes an entirely different person, a whole lot scarier to the point where he's not himself. He dislikes making promises with others since it would somehow end up broken.


Bio: When Archie was young, he was made an orphan when the Gate-Keepers arrived and took both his parents and home. Rather than living in an orphanage, Archie decided to run away and live off in the streets of Empire city, and not once did he ever regretted doing it. The streets at the time was very brutal with all the gangs fighting for territory and drugs being sold off at every corner, but despite all of it Archie learned how to survive all of it. He even got his katana by taking it from some wanna be thug who tried mugging him with it, the guy was left with a broken nose afterwards. The homeless lifestyle was actually pretty cool to Archie, he learned that the people there were kind to hobo's like him who spend their money on eating rather than drugs. they treated him as family and would sometimes try to help him out by getting a job so he could try to afford an apartment but Archie was already so used to his lifestyle that he would kindly turn down their offers. There's also this particular block he likes strolling by, he especially hanged out at a certain Apple-bee's that would constantly serve him free food.


While he was eating, he couldn't help but over hear a conversation nearby about there being a academy nearby, training kids into becoming soldiers in the war against Gate-keepers. This information was pleasing to Archie and it was no surprise at all that he wanted to be apart of it. Much to his surprised though, when he told everyone he knew what he was planning, they were at first sad about seeing him being sent off into war but ultimately supported his decision since they really didn't have the right to stop him. The Apple-bee's manager, Archie's closest friend was the one who helped him get into AAG and for that he would always be thankful.


Likes:

• Relaxing
  
• Sleeping
  
• Food
  
• Strolling
  

Dislikes:

• Serious people
  
• Traitors
  
• Gate-Keepers
  
• Promises
  

Quirks: Archie tends to call those he's close too as "Bros", "Sis" or his superiors "Boss". Also he likes to take the longest route to reach any destination he makes.


Power: Ice Manipulation


Rank: Pawn


Reason for joining school: Giving payback to the monsters that took his parents away


Sample: It was nighttime in Empire city and a certain pink haired boy was taking a lovely stroll along the sidewalk. Normally, he would be looking for a place to sleep for the night but he was recently told that Thomas, the manager of Apple-bee's wanted to meet him at the restaurant to discuss something and Archie would always obliged knowing that their would always be food awaiting him. Usually the walk there wouldn't take long but seeing how this was Archie, he managed to arrive at the establishment ten minutes later than it should've taken. When he got there, he noticed something felt out of place that he couldn't put a finger on. First of all the lights were off and second, when he tested the knob, it was unlocked.


He only took a couple of steps inside when...... "SURPRISE!!!!!" someone had turned on the lights which made Archie squint his eyes at first until they began to adjust. He then noticed that everyone he knew was there and that there was a sign behind them that said "Happy Birthday". Archie just stood there with a smirk on his face, completely unfazed with what happened. "Oh hey everyone, you remembered my birthday."


That's when he noticed Thomas in the background and began walking towards the guy while thanking the people who had came to the party. When he finally reached him, Thomas was sitting at the moment and offered Archie to sit next to him in which the boy accepted the offer. "You didn't have to do all this for me boss, you know how I get flustered at these kinds of events."


"Nonsense kiddo! Everyone deserves to celebrate their birthday. Besides, soon your going to start attending AAG right? Everyone is still worried about you so we all decided to make your day especially better." Archie was indeed great full for what they all did for him but jeez did they also make it feel like he was being sent somewhere far away and that they would never see him again. "C'mon, the academy is not even far away, I'll be sure to visit from time to time."


"Oh please knowing you, you'd either not make the trip at all or you would definitely find a way to make it twice as long to get here!" the two of them then started laughing, knowing this to be absolutely true. They then spent the rest of the night enjoying the party, and Archie was finally convinced to stay the night at Thomas's place before the big day.


Others:

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[Pretzel Heart]

✪ Elian Solberg ✪

☢ Gender ☢

Male

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☢ Age ☢

Eighteen

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☢ Height ☢

5' 10"

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☢ Weight ☢

142 lbs

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☢ Hair ☢

Platinum blonde

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☢ Eyes ☢

Amber brown

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✪ Rank ✪

Pawn

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• The Basics
• The Not So Basics

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  Likes:
  
  
  • Junk food
    
  • Exercising
    
  • Science fiction
    
  • His family
    
  • Technology
    
  • Dressing "cool"
    
  • Girly pop music
    
  
  
  
  Dislikes:
  
  
  • Negative attitudes
    
  • Being told be more sensitive (to people with negative attitudes)
    
  • Things that he finds illogical
    
  • High culture
    
  • Swear words
    
  
  
  
  Quirks:
  
  
  • He fainted once while in line for a roller coaster due to the fact that he forgot to eat. Because of that he had to spend the rest of the day in the hospital and never got a chance to go back on the ride. In his frustration, he made it a habit to snack periodically...which eventually grew to a full-on fast food addiction to the point where he’s constantly munching on something disgusting. Of course, he has a particular favorite.
    
  • Does 300 sit-ups a day because popstar idol Gotanni Chan said it was the best way to get abs.
    
  • His right eye is completely useless due to a lawn-cutting accident in his youth. To compensate he wears an eyepatch because it looks cool and he likes to think he's channeling Dr. Serizawa.
    
  • He is almost never seen without his tailor-made sci-fi-esque "Space Cop" jacket...and by tailor-made we mean to say that he sewed it himself despite never holding a piece of thread before in his life. He worked on it for nearly three years and went through several prototypes before perfecting the current, finished version...which he then outgrew and had to make all over. He would die by that jacket.
    
  
  
  
  Power: Would be nice.
  
  
  Others: I keep pronouncing his name like "alien" for whatever reason but it's not it's like "Eliot" so you can call him "Eli." Also alien cell phones.
  
  
  
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  Personality:---------------------------------------------------------------------------
  
  
  
  
  
  It’s not that Elian tries to be mysterious. In fact, if asked about it, he’d probably say with a very serious (if not somewhat perplexed) face that he’s an open book. And he certainly doesn’t act mysterious. He’s loud, energetic, and seems to overreact to everything. And yet...the more one gets to know him, the more they notice his inability to ever give a straight and easy answer.
  
  
  He claims to be on fantastic terms with his family, and yet hasn’t lived with them for years. He’s joined an academy to fight Gatekeepers, despite having no quarrel with them, and in fact, would probably say that the best years of his life were after the invasion.
  
  
  In other words...most of his stories don’t really seem to hold up. However, he’s a nice guy, if a little misguided, so most people don’t think to question it.
  
  
  Always upbeat in one way or another, Elian is definitely a positive-thinking go-getter. Even when he complains (which is kind of frequent), it’s with a comedic hyperbole and a casual air. He also has the tendency to get very loud when excited or disturbed. He finds himself so painfully average that he’s almost taken it past the extreme, turning his very averageness into an oddity in and of itself.
  
  
  In short, Elian is the kind of person who can afford to have a positive attitude because nothing truly horrible has ever come his way. Of course he can keep his faith and never lose hope, because his life has shown him that that’s all it takes to get through things and be successful. He’s also incredibly lucky...he himself doesn’t even realize just how gosh darn lucky he is.
  
  
  Also, being a sci-fi nut, Elian has an advanced knowledge of information that is probably completely useless, but he has himself convinced that in a world where monsters stalk the Earth killing people, there might be some truth in fiction.
  
  
  All things considered, if you can get past his quirks, he’s probably a person you want on your team. If for no other reason than to abuse his luck.
  
  
  Background:---------------------------------------------------------------------------
  
  
  
  
  
  Elian was born and raised in Canada relatively near what is now Empire City. His community was a pretty suburbia, where only a short drive could take one from neat rows of houses to the colorful lights of gentrified shopping malls and nighttime markets of a typical, well-maintained downtown.
  
  
  Accordingly, Elian’s family was the epitome of nuclear perfection. He often speaks fondly of his idealistic father, who would watch old movies with his children, taking them into the yard to fight robots and play catch. His mother, too, is a great source of inspiration. Once a corporate sales manager and now trying to cooperate with the government to get Canada (and the world) back on its feet, she’s still a very thoughtful woman who excels at giving advice to her children, and never failed to bake cookies for a school fundraiser. Complete with a precocious comedian-aspiring pigtailed younger sister; Elian really felt like he had the perfect family. At least, if he’d ever given it any thought, that’s probably what he would have come up with.
  
  
  Theirs was a nice, bland, meaningless existence...until one day some idiot scientists somewhere decided that humanity really needed to take things to a higher level by ripping open a dimension into another world.
  
  
  Always a fan of science fiction, especially the old stuff since he takes great pleasure in tracking trends and seeing what ideas have and haven’t made it to the modern age, Elian stalked the scientists' progress with fervency and hope. He was young, never once seriously considering the consequences, and too preoccupied with ranting about was how awesome it was that Canada was finally gonna have something to put its name on the map.
  
  
  Well, they succeeded all right, but not in the way that anyone had imagined.
  
  
  Luckily, Elian had always lead a charmed life, and even at the end of the world some things never change. Both of his parents and his sister managed to survive the initial attacks by good faith and sheer luck. It turned out that one of their skittish neighbors was a conspiracy theorist who had been predicting a nuclear holocaust for decades and so built a bomb shelter under his house. Since the Solbergs were the nicest family on the block and always made sure to invite him to their holiday parties, despite the fact that no one else in the neighborhood could stand him, he invited them in and the five of them waited out the storm.
  
  
  After hearing that the outbreak had been more or less contained, the two families parted ways (though it was the beginning of a beautiful friendship), and the Solbergs got what little money they could scrounge up from their savings in an apocalyptic wasteland and made their way to Empire City, a former metropolis that had also withstood the attacks and where many survivors were flocking. Never ones to be dispirited in the face of adversary, the family remained tightly knit and as strong as ever.
  
  
  Again, luck would have it that the Solbergs’ migration would bring Elian back into contact with an old childhood friend, Oliver, who had moved away years before. Elian was elated, scarcely believing his good fortune, and wanted to compare lives immediately. But Oliver was...different. And not just in the years that had aged him. He never got around to telling Elian what he had been through while they were apart, but there was definitely a sense...something in the corners of his eyes or the nervous movement of his hands, that somehow felt amiss. Not being one for subtitles, Elian instead chose to focus on the fact that Oliver now insisted on being called “Lyre,” which Elian couldn’t have found stupider, despite his friend thinking that it was a much cooler sounding nickname than “Ollie.”
  
  
  Despite their differences, the two were dorks at heart and soon were besties once more. But it wasn’t long after the move until Lyre confessed to Elian that he was in “a bit of a mess,” asking his friend if he would move in with him till things blew over. Not really understanding what was going on, nonetheless Elian wanted to help his friend. His parents agreed that, despite his young age, he had been through enough life-altering experiences to be considered mature, and thought that it was an important rite of manhood to be able to stand by one’s friends, and so they allowed it.
  
  
  Supported by odd jobs and the Solbergs’ monthly allowances, the two lived together in a rundown complex for over a year and became steadfast to the point where they were comfortable both in joking around and just sharing each others’ silence.
  
  
  Perhaps...too comfortable...
  
  
  “Eli...there’s something I need to tell you.” The words he had been suspecting for months, the words that he didn’t want to hear. “I’ve been meaning to...for a while now, I just couldn’t find a way-"
  
  
  Lucky, again, Elian was running late for work, and promised that they could continue the conversation when he got back. But he had a vague suspicion of what was coming, and he had no idea how to react. And so he stayed late, offering to close up the dry-cleaners where he worked. When he finally returned to the shoddy apartment, he found it empty.
  
  
  Shrugging it off, silently thankful to prolong the inevitable, Elian began to fix himself some food and putter about doing chores, culminating in taking out the trash. In the alleyway, however, he saw something that would change things forever.
  
  
  It was only for a second, and it was dark, with only the simmer of the forgotten flickering streetlights to illuminate it, but he saw...well...something oddly hanging over his friend’s limp body on the ground.
  
  
  That “thing” looked like a girl with strange red hair. She glanced up at Elian for only half a second, and yet the image of her face was one that he was sure would be burned into him forever.
  
  
  On instinct, Elian ran. To his favor, he did run to the nearest police station...but by the time they returned, both Lyre and the girl had vanished without a trace.
  
  
  Elian never saw his best friend and roommate again. However, he doesn't seem to be discouraged about it, even saying that it might have been “for the best.” Besides, somewhere in his heart he knows that Lyre isn’t dead, and fully believes that he will one day see him again. In the meantime, Elian became determined to figure out just what the heck happened that night, if only to atone for whatever he had done to mess it up.
  
  
  Having the girl’s distinct features in mind, he was able to find out that someone matching her profile was seen at the recently built Academy against Gates. Thanks to his sterling upbringing, his parents’ approving support, and a lack of any better alternative for his future, Elian immediately requested to be enrolled. Though he is mostly looking for information on “RHG” (Red Hair Girl) and Lyre, he really has no idea the heft of the world that he has thrown himself into, and the challenges that he’s soon to face.
  
  
  Reason for Joining:-------------------------------------------------------------------
  
  
  
  
  
  He just came here to have a good time. Even fighting monsters beats working the late shift at the “wrong-side-of-town’s” Laundromat. Also, the whole "needing to track down the girl who can tell him what happened to his missing best friend" thing might be important.
  
  
  

❣ Lusine Prieta ❣

❀ Gender ❀

Female

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❀ Age ❀

Nineteen

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✿ Height ✿

5' 3"

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✿ Weight ✿

107 lbs

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❀ Hair ❀

Salmon red

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❀ Eyes ❀

Ultramarine blue

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✿ Rank ✿

Bishop

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• The Basics
• The Not So Basics

• 
  
  
  Likes:
  
  
  • The majestic oarfish
    
  • Rock operas
    
  • Dancing
    
  • Laughter
    
  • Bubbles
    
  • Colorful clothing
    
  • Playing in water
    
  
  
  
  Dislikes:
  
  
  • Being asked a lot of questions
    
  • Gatekeepers
    
  • Tattoos
    
  • Alarm clocks
    
  • Reading
    
  
  
  
  Quirks:
  
  
  • More than mildly fond of oarfish. She can probably sneak them into any conversation...though I'd advise against testing that.
    
  • She likes to practice an odd form of ballet in her free time. No one yet has had the heart to tell her that it's not ballet.
    
  • Her electric guitar was supposedly given to her by her mother. She'll have mini jam sessions at odd hours and isn't half bad...until she begins to sing. For someone who seems to love music so much, she's an absolutely terrible singer.
    
  • Rock operas are where she derives many of the fantastical names she gives to people and their powers. She seems to get an almost sadistic pleasure in using these monikers whenever possible.
    
  • Even though she loves fish they are also her favorite food. This is because, as she says, "You have to eat the things you love!"
    
  
  
  
  Power: Jellyfish Bubblegum Princess!...at least that's what she's decided to call it. She has the power to summon bubbles of varying sizes from moisture in the air. These bubbles will contain any living thing that they touch, essentially trapping them. Lusine suspects that she can learn to control the realms within the bubbles, such as oxygen deprivation - maybe even more - but even at the Bishop level her grasp of her powers is rather weak. She'll send a chaotic flurry of bubbles at random and hasn't yet learned to guide their sizing or projectory. If the bubble is too small it will harmlessly bounce off of whatever it comes into contact with. In other words, other than looking pretty, her powers need a lot of practice. When the bubbles pop they cause a size-proportionate vacuum that, if large enough, may do some damage.
  
  
  Others: She has something of a thick accent that is impossible to place. While her voice is quiet, it hits at just the right frequency that listening to her talk too much could get annoying. She claims that she came from “across the seas,” but will look confused if you ask her to get more specific.
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  Personality:---------------------------------------------------------------------------
  
  
  
  
  
  "I'm going to be the woman who saves the world!"
  
  ​
  
  
  
  
  If Elian is accidentally mysterious, Lusine is purposefully so. An enigma, Lusine is about as hard to read as a book written in Latin is to a baby duck. However, she tries not to hold herself aloof despite her way of childishly avoiding questions.
  
  
  At times Lusine can seem disconnected from the world, reacting with harsh surprise to things she views as "unladylike" based on her own impossible value system, and dancing to the rhythm of her own drum. The word whimsical would best sum her up, though she tends to lean towards the quiet side. Powers aside, she isn't particularly bubbly, or giggly, though she does consider herself rather girly. Instead, her whimsy comes from the force of her will to live in a bright world where love conquers all and there is always hope for a better tomorrow.
  
  
  As if seen through the filter of this other world, Lusine shines with an almost sparkly energy. Her happy delusions do not always alienate her, as she works hard to spread the joy of her way of life to others and delights in seeing people smile or laugh. This is the magnetic charisma that has helped her to become a better mentor for the new recruits she always chats up, as well as a tactician who can earn the support of the people she helps to command. Although not particularly bright, powerful, or charming with people, her ideas are always especially hers; she's the girl who in a pinch can come up with a ridiculous plan that just might work. The onset of such harebrained schemes are usually heralded by Lusine tugging at her own hair in odd angles. Not having a great way with words, much of what she says comes off as non-sequiturs. She can also be particularly frustrating in an argument since she doesn't understand anger well, and will probably nervously avoid any direct confrontation. In fact, despite not sharing it as much as one might think, Lusine's favorite quality about herself is her laughter, though she mostly only laughs when trying to escape being nervous or confused.
  
  
  Because she is determined to help bring about the end of the Gatekeepers and believes in a future where mankind can live at peace with the other dimensions, she is constantly seeking more power, and her goal is to become a Queen so that she can get a second injection. Curiously, Lusine doesn't seem to have a reasonable attachment to human life, and is probably a Utilitarianist at heart, understanding that sometimes sacrifices have to be made for the betterment of the greater good, though she isn't the type to outright wish others serious harm. She also has a finely-tuned judgement of character, and will probably decide what she thinks about someone within the first few minutes of meeting them, though she'll keep said opinion to herself.
  
  
  Despite her girlish, good-natured temperament, there is an over-all aura of unease around Lusine that one might glimpse if they search for it. The occasional sideways-cast sneaky grin, the smile that seems almost too perfect to be true...
  
  
  Sometimes one really has to wonder if Lusine is all that she portends to be...
  
  
  
  
  
  Background:---------------------------------------------------------------------------
  
  
  All that Lusine is willing to tell people is that she came from across the seas once she heard about the Cataclysm in Canada. More specifically...she heard that they had developed an injection which would give you superpowers, and from that moment on, decided that she would become a hero and help save the world.
  
  
  She doesn't appear to wont for money, often presenting herself as well-manicured and wearing stylish clothing, but sometimes from the way she talks it seems as if she struggled with financial issues at some point in her past. She will bring up her mother now and again, who seems to be much like Lusine herself, though an older and wiser variant. However, where she is now is also something that Lusine seems unable to talk about, though she makes it clear that she misses her greatly. Her father she very rarely mentions, though she will note that she believes him to be a good man, she just does not know him well.
  
  
  Lusine joined the Academy as soon as she heard about it and was able to haul herself over to Canada. Despite the dangers, she dedicated herself to fighting the Gatekeepers and overcame her flimsy stature and lack of control to make a name for herself as a Bishop. As a Freshman, her peppy attitude and encouraging nature caught the attention of a very kind upperclassman whom she greatly looked up to and is the reason that she decided to become a Bishop. Likewise, Lusine tries to help new recruits, wondering if at some point she will meet her own protege.
  
  
  Reason for Joining:-------------------------------------------------------------------
  
  
  
  
  
  She says that she wants the power to protect the world.
  
  
  

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Writing Sample: My most recent RP (I...think)

 

[Hokori]

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Kira Red


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Age: 18


Height:5'7'


Weight:130 lbs.


Personality: Kira isn't the friendliest person ever. She's closed off, and rarely gives people a fair chance to become her friend. She can be highly judgmental to people she first meets and doesn't mind pointing out flaws in others. It's not that she's antisocial, she likes to talk to people and never shy's away from a conversation. She just doesn't like wasting her time on people she doesn't find worth it. She's known to say some impolite things from time to time and has gotten in trouble in school for it quite often. She doesn't find her treatment of others rude or mean. After all, they're the ones with flaws she's simply just pointing them out. Kira has a very clear superiority complex and doesn't take failure very easily. She's usually calm and collected, but the few times she's ever been visibly frustrated are when someone rubs in a loss or she does something embarrassingly awful.


Still Kira has quite a few positive traits that are the key reasons she's gained the friends she has. Kira loves competition, and never backs down from a challenge unless it's clearly unwinnable. She's a very loyal person at heart, and would never betray someone she considers a friend. Kira is determined to reach her goals of becoming a hero and encourages other people to try their hardest and do the best they can. Once Kira finally gets used to her group she's a great team-player and doesn't mind making sacrifices to help others.


Bio: Kira was born in a life of privilege. Her father owned a famous restaurant, and happily gave her anything she ever wanted. Her mother worked as a waitress at the restaurant and the two of them, and the two of them quickly go together after only a year or so.


She grew up in the bustling city of Empire and lived a life most would consider perfect. She lived in a two-story mansion, dressed in the best clothes, and ate only the best food every day. Unfortunately, Erin didn't care much for the spoiled, and easy life her parents planned out for her and strived to join AAG. The idea of risking her life for humanity, and the fame that accompanied it was extremely attractive to her. After some initial resistance from her parents, they eventually submitted and allowed to her to join the academy.


Likes: Being Complimented, Winning, Being the center of attention.


Dislikes: Annoying people, Goody two-shoes, Respecting authority.


Quirks: Kira likes to lie from time to time, and everything she says about herself isn't completely honest. They tend to mostly be about herself and her accomplishments in the past since she feels the need to prove herself often.


Power: Death Vision: With intense focus and concentration, Kira can see numerous lines that plaster every object in her sight living or otherwise. These lines can be cut with any object, and regardless of the object's durability will slice it in half. Kira, unfortunately, hasn't mastered this technique and still suffers from a few drawbacks. One, she can only keep this vision up for so long. The longer she keeps it active the fewer lines are visible to her, and the bigger the toll it takes on her body. Extremely long periods of use can cause her to pass out entirely. And Two, the number of lines seem to scale depending on the object. A simple piece of paper has hundreds of them while living beings tend to have much fewer lines. It's even possible for something to have no lines in some circumstances.


Rank: Rook


Reason for joining the school: She wanted to prove that she wasn't just a spoiled girl who leeched off their parents and hoped to make a name for herself and not her family.


Writing sample: Casual - The Apprentices | RpNation.com - Best Roleplay Forum


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[macathan]

"Cheating is technique, sabotage is fair and lie is the best part of believe,"

• The Basics
• The Deep
• The Power

• 
  
  ~~~~~
  
  Name: Electo Osario
  
  
  Gender: Default, female,
  
  
  Age: Nineteen
  
  
  Height: 5 ft 6
  
  
  Weight: 132 lbs.
  
  
  Sexuality: Bisexual
  
  
  ~~~~~
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  
  
  Personality:
  
  
  
  
  Electo is at first glance bubbly, bright and gentle. That is not the case however as she is actually very dark and has no moral sense, she just seems bright and lively because she likes to use it as a facade to fool people into doing her bidding, who wouldn't help an innocent little girl? Right? She is certified insane because of the injections side effects, her ability to shape-shift made had made her persona shape-shift a little too, as she is often seen calling the names of creatures that don't exist, a a sign of insanity.
  
  
  She can fool people easily and is very elusive, as is shown as how she tends to face conflict, she doesn't, instead she tends to avoid it like plague.
  
  She also is very sarcastic, arrogant and irritatable. It just never shows.
  
  
  
  
  Bio:
  
  
  Electo doesn't have what one might call a tragic back story, she lead a normal life, did normal things, ate normal food. Her mother and father are on the verge of divorce, her relationship with her family is not the best. Her family had a few financial stumbles and breakdowns, her life was, despite not being what one might call tragic, not the best and or easiest, there were times she would have to starve a little or hardly eat anything.
  
  
  She lived most of her life in Empire City with her family, but ran away soon after becoming sixteen, she then joined the AAG with nothing but the clothes on her back and an MP3 Player.
  
  
  Her family consists of her elder brother, Saladon, her younger brother, Tadeo, her younger sister, Macy and her mother and father, Caroline and Thomas.
  
  
  Likes:
  
  
  ~Cats
  
  
  ~Happy People
  
  
  ~Colour
  
  
  ~Sour Candy
  
  
  Dislikes:
  
  
  -Gloomy People
  
  
  -Spicy Food
  
  
  -The Gatekeepers, she has no idea why though...
  
  
  -The Colour Grey
  
  
  Quirks:
  
  
  She sometimes twirls her hair,
  
  
  She tends to lie and cheat often,
  
  
  She bites her lip often,
  
  
  She is very ticklish,
  
  She drinks tea whenever she has time to, it's nearly an obsessio,n and she never drinks any drink except for lemonade and soda with sugar, saying that it ruins the flavor of everything,
  
  
  She tends to hum often, from the most Rock 'n' Roll song to the sweetest violin orchestra, she knows it, she hums it,
  
  
  She enjoys drawing and would often draw people she knows in chibi forms,
  
  
  If someone mistreats her in any way possible, she would pay back hard, but secretly of course,
  
  With her lies, if you are gullible enough, she'll chew you up and spit you out,
  
  
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  
  
  ?Power:?
  
  
  Magical shape-shifter, she can change herself if needed into another person, for a limited while though, she enjoys shifting Into other people as it gives her a chance to see how they think (not really, she just sees it that way), recently she discovered that she can also turn into animals and magical creatures..... to her it is very exciting.... but with all the glamour of her shifting she also found out she can't copy the powers of other people, some animals and creatures, but she has to study them extensivly, but not people........ never people... a shame (For her anyways)....
  
  
  ?Rank:?
  
  
  Bishop
  
  
  ?Reason for joining the school:?
  
  
  None, other then somewhere to live, since she thought it would be easy....
  
  
  

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Spoiler

Electo looked around, smiling happily. The sun was shining, the skies were a bright blue, no doubt about it this day is going to be the best Sunday ever, she looked outside the window.

"Happy day! Happy day... oh, joy of joys!" She grinned out, showing pearly whites.


Most people would ask, what is she so happy? Is she going somewhere or something.... nope! She was just happy, very happy... for no reason, Electo is not one of those people who need much to be happy...


She was going to the purple district today, she decided. It was too good of an opportunity to pass up. Her blue eyes sparkling from the giddiness.


Maybe she would even make some friends.....? Probably not... most think her too weird to be her friend. Well shame on them! She thought, she was amazing.... It was just that most people don't see her genius.

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[Ariel]

Evelina Cosimia

~

When the battle is done

Nicknames || Eve, Evelyn, Little


Age || 20


Gender || Female


Sexual Orientation || Pansexual


Birth Date || March 19th


Nationality || French


Rank || Knight

and the fight is won,

Height || 4'10"


Weight || 102 lbs.


Eye Color || Gold


Hair Color || Black


Hair Style/Length || Two long strands in the front on either side of her face. The rest goes to the middle of her neck.


Scars/Marks || Very little scars, but where there are some they are little cuts, minor in degree


Tattoos/Piercings || A simple star on the back of her neck, although instead of being tattooed, it was cut and is made up of scars.

What

Personality || Evelina may look like this sweet little woman who could speak nothing but kind words and never hurt a fly but when you meet her, you'll want to rethink. She acts, talks, walks, and fights as a grown man would, a thug with tattoos and scars from numerous fights, someone that if you saw in an alley, you'd want to run away as fast as you could. You'll want to be careful how you act around her and how you treat her because there are tough people out there who can confirm she's forced them to tears. Evelina will show respect to those who show her respect. She's cunning and smart, so it'd be wise to not try and outsmart her either.


Evelina is confident and may appear a little arrogant but she simply knows her place and would prefer you learn yours. No, she doesn't mistreat someone just because they're weaker than her, but mind you, I'd recommend not picking a fight with the girl if you know what is good for you. Not a lot frightens her and perhaps that could be her biggest flaw. She doesn't give up a fight until she's dead or no more than a limp and bloodied body. But that's her. People she commands and leads, she won't risk their lives unless it is absolutely necessary. People she cares for, she will protect with her life and will do her best to make sure their alright and well.

were

|| Likes ||


- Tea (Warm not cold)


- Formal Attire


- Classical Music


- Sweets


- A good, clean fight


- Flowers





|| Dislikes ||


- Unfair advantages/Cheaters


- Liars


- Leafy Vegetables


- Birds


- Coffee


- Stereotypes


|| Fears ||


- Spiders/Bugs


- Snakes

|| Quirks ||


- When deep in thought, Evelina will chew on her lip.


- When Evelina wakes up in the morning, she must have at least a cup of tea, not too hot, not too cold with just the right amount of sugar and milk.


- When sad, Evelina will most likely be angry and go out to practice with her sword alone.

we

History || Evelina grew up as most kids would, going to school, living at home, occasionally doing something fun with her friends or family. Her family was on the wealthy side, I should mention, so she was able to do some things others could. Evelina always had a fondness for the classics and history. She liked that people wore fancy dresses, adorned in jewels, that people threw balls rather than parties, and that men fought with swords rather than guns and other modern weapons. It was charming and delightful. So, she herself did a lot of those things. She loved to dress up even without reason in ball gowns and the sorts. Soon she was known for such things and was hardly seen in anything less


But Evelina also loved the art of swords. When she was young, she asked her parents for lessons. Though it was hard at first to find someone who knew such a thing since such traditions had long since been abandoned, they got her the best of the best and she trained as much as she could. Some nights they would come outside and find her practicing in the late hours with her training sword. And she got really good. In her mid teens, she heard something of an academy across the ocean that was training people for the battlefront of a popular and ongoing fight against creatures people knew as the Gatekeepers. That was where Evelina wanted to be, where she knew she had to be.

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Spoiler

Miles Malcolm

~

Can you tell me

Nicknames || Kid, Amnesiac


Age || 18


Gender || Male


Sexual Orientation || Bisexual


Birth Date || January 3rd


Nationality || "American"


Rank || Pawn

who

Height || 5'11"


Weight || 137 lbs.


Eye Color || Blue


Hair Color || Black


Hair Style/Length || Very wavy and touseled, yet it sits just right on his head without much effort. It is a couple inches above his shoulders.


Scars/Marks || A crescent shaped scar on either side his left shoulder from a dog attack when he was little.


Tattoos/Piercings || He doesn't have any of those and finds they ruin the natural beauty of a person. Not to mention they look painful...

I

Personality || Miles walks around in a happy, calm state, somewhat carefree even when circumstances prove to be tough. What most don't realize is that there's couple screws lose in his head if you know what I mean. Some humans were made with more resolve, able to take more. Everyone has a breaking point. Let's say his breaking point came a little quick but instead of completely falling apart, he gathered all the pieces and holds them together as best as he can. Of course, he'll slip through the cracks from time to time. His moods are all over the place and some things are triggered easier than others.





But in his heart, Miles is kind and only means well. He can't help who he has become or why it happened. He tries but he can't. During the day, Miles is almost normal. Maybe a little eccentric, but normal. During the night time, he is anxious, weary, and sometimes hysterical. One can argue that it's his lack of sleep. Another that it's because of what he associates with nighttime. It's quite possible to break him from these problems, and he believes it too, he just doesn't no how and nobody has ever tried to help him.

am?

|| Likes ||


- Games


- Animals (Excluding Canines)


- Music (Mostly electronic)


- Candy (Specifically Lollipops and hard candy)


- Smiles


- Snow/Rain





|| Dislikes ||


- A hot, sunny day


- Being underestimated


- Cabbage


- Old things (Books, movie, music, etc.)


- Dirt


- Fire





|| Fears ||


- Sleeping


- Silence






|| Quirks ||


- If there is absolutely no noise, Miles will take it upon himself to make some sort of noise. That or he will freak out.


- Because of his fear, he sets an alarm every hour during the night to wake up and go back to sleep. Often times he won't even sleep at all.


- He will always have his headphones and music player on him.

Because

History || Up until Miles hit fifteen, his life had been wonderful. His parents were the kindest and most understanding people you could meet. He had a younger sister and brother and he loved his whole family very much. One night, he'd been invited to a small party of sorts the neighborhood kids were throwing. He knew his parents wouldn't allow it and he left the house through his window that night. After a few hours, when the sun was just rising, he returned to find that his parents cars were still there. He found it odd considering they went to work early. When he went inside the house, he found his mother unconscious sitting at the table and his father on the floor. When he tried to wake them, they wouldn't move.





Later he discovered his siblings, still in their beds would not stir either. They were all dead. Apparently a mishap with the air conditioner caused it to release odorless, toxic fumes into the air, putting them all to sleep and eventually killing them. Now, here there's sort of a skip in Miles memory. Three years he does not remember and the years before that also lost, though for a different reason. Miles certainly lost it and even presently has strange memory lapses. He claims he sort of just ended up in Canada, or what used to be Canada near the school. He had no belongings other than the clothes on his back and decided to join.

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[Rantos]

WIP


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"Trust me, don't trust me.
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• A perfect boy
• A broken man
• A human no more
• Hear my roar!

• 
  
  
  "Who is Hari? I am cat man!"
  
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  Name
  
  
  Hari
  
  
  Nationality
  
  
  Australian American
  
  
  Alter ego
  
  
  Cat man!
  
  
  Birthday
  
  
  December 8th
  
  
  Age
  
  
  17
  
  
  Eyes
  
  
  Hari's pupils are silted and can be described as "cat like". They are an unnatural red that seems to glow.
  
  
  Height
  
  
  5'10"
  
  
  Weight
  
  
  170
  
  
  Scars
  
  
  Along Hari's right arm is a large burn mark that covers the length of his arm.
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  
  "Your not welcome here. Stay if you must, I can only promise pain."
  
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  Personality
  
  
  A boy filled to the brim with lies. Hari is a cheerful lad who always has a smile on his face and a cookie to share. He is cheerful and puckish. Always looking for a way to cause trouble or blow something up, he enjoys causing discord and for some reasons take even more joy in picking up the mess afterwards. Hari is naturally weak so he is more of a mind over matter kind of guy. His own mind however is near impossible to gain a grip on. Hari is erratic and random, easily excitable and has no concept of personal space.
  
  
  Bio
  
  
  Likes
  
  
  Dislikes
  
  
  Quirks
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  "Call me a monster. But I do what I must."
  
  
  
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  Power
  
  
  "Just wait. It's gonna be epic."
  
  
  Rank
  
  
  Pawn
  
  
  Reason for joining the school
  
  
  "I am here to kick butt and take names!"
  
  
  Others
  
  
  
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  Writing sample
  
  
  

 

[Felix]

M Y C AXX C E L E S T I E N

• ABOUT ME
• DIGGING DEEPER
• EXTRA INFO

• A B O U T xxM E
  
  
  Full Name: Myca Arian Celestien
  
  
  Age: 19
  
  
  Rank: Bishop
  
  
  Appearance Description: Myca has a tall (5'10") dancers build, slender with small shoulders and a lot of muscles. His body is fragile, he breaks his bones on a regular basis and the slightest punches give him bruises. His immune system leaves much to be desired too. His skin is sickly pale and will burn immediately when he is walking in sunlight. He has sharp cheekbones that make him look older than he is. He has dark symetrical eyebrows (as you can see in the picture) and heterochromia of the eyes, his left eye is gray while his right eye is slightly bleuer. His lips are soft an a bit crooked when he smiles. They lack color. His hair is silverih white, due to a manipulation gone wrong (see history). He dresses as symplistic as possible. He often wears a dark shirt (grey, blue green or black), a black leather jacket and black or grey pants.
• D I G G I N G xxD E E P E R
  
  
  PERSONALITY
  
  
  Myca is a sensitive and lonely guy. He is very shy and having conversations with strangers is painfully difficult for him. He only gives short answers and tries the say as little as possible. Though most of the time he doesn't even try to make a conversation. He is the guy standing awkwardly alone at the end of the bar watching others while they interact with each other. He longs for love and friendship, but is unable to maintain it.
  
  
  He has spent most of his time alone studying and exploring the world of science. He has a vast knowledge about a lot of things, especially biology. Myca reads a lot and often get lost in the magical worlds in his books. He likes the fictional characters more than real people because he can understand why they do what they're doing. Although his fragile body and shyness don't always allow him to, he really likes exploring and traveling. He enjoys the thrill of adventures. He has traveled the world in search of evidence for a magical world, but was disappointed when he found nothing.
  
  
  Once he opens up to you he can be really kind and gentle. You can be assured that he puts your needs before his own, most of the the time even neglecting his needs. He's very protective over his friends. However, he doesn't have the guts to stand up to other people when you are in trouble. He's still very awkward with physical contact, but much better at talking. He can be a good listener when you need him to be. You can trust him with any secret. It's not like he has anyone to reveal them to.
  
  
  
  
  
  BIOGRAPHY
  
  
  Myca was born on in a cold winternight in Empire City. He was born a full month early and the doctors didn't expect him to survive. The incubator did it's work, but he was still a very fragile child with lungproblems. His mother, Helen , was very fatigued after the child-birth and has never been the same ever since. Myca had a difficult childhood. His mother was constantly sick and his hotheaded father, Mortimer , abreacted all the tensions on Myca. Mortimer was very disappointed in his son, because he had such a bad physique and needed a lot of assistence, which he couldn't handle without his wife. This scarred Myca mentally and resulted in bad schoolgrades (which made his father only angrier) and a lack of friends. When he was eleven his mothers sickness got much worse. The doctors didn't know what the matter was. They couldn't cure it so 6 months later she died. Both Myca and his father were broken by her death.
  
  
  The relationship with his father became much worse after a period of sorrow. Mortimer blamed his son for the death of his wife. Her sickness started at Myca's birth and when Myca's physique finally got better (and when his powers developed), his mother's plummeted until there was nothing left, so what else could it be? They had a hard time. Mortimer had to work double shifts to keep them alive while Myca had to do all the housekeeping. When Mortimer got home there would be fights with both words and violence. Myca couldn't handle it and started reading a lot to get lost in the stories. When Myca turned seventeen his father got drunk at the pub. When he came home he took a knife from the kitchen and tried to stab Morgan. Of course he was too drunk to do any damage, but Myca was still hurt. A mental wound from which never recovered. Myca fled his parental house, ceased all contact with his father and traveled to.
  
  
  POWER
  
  
  Animation: The ability to make inanimate materials appear allive by giving them a Spark of Life. The duration and the ammount of control (wether or not the animated creations can move for themselves, little control means that the creator has to think every move for the creation, ultimate control gives the creation a sort of soul) depend on the material of the creation (organic and softer materials are easier), the ammount and consistency of energy used for the Spark of Life (lifeforce is better then energy or electricity) and the size and ammount of creations. I know it's quite difficult to understand, but hopefully it will become clear during the rp.
  
  
  Right now, Myca can animate 20 tin soldiers (which have no control) for 30 min. or reanimate small dead animals (with complete freedom) for 5 min when he uses one rabbit heart.
• E X T R A xxI N F O
  
  
  Extra Images: corndog
  
  
  Theme Song: Florence + The machine- no light
  
  
  Likes:
  
  
  • both silence and music
    
  • sports (skating and swimming in particular)
    
  • reading
    
  • the 'good' kind of sadness/mourning
    
  • biology
    
  • animals
    
  • his animations
    
  • a sensation of control
    
  • smart people
    
  
  
  Dislikes:
  
  
  • noisy people/area's
    
  • crowds
    
  • food in general
    
  • people that are too fast with building relationships
    
  
  
  Quirks: Myca always carries around a small bag of rat hearts for 'emergencies'. When he is really depressed he will create figurines out of anything at hand and will let them interact.
  
  
  Motivation for joining: Myca wants to learn how his powers work and how to use them. He is fascinated by his power and wants to know if it is possible to revive his mother. He still wonders if he is somehow responsible for his mothers death and that guilt is always nagging his brain. That he can avoid his father here is also a big plus.
  
  
  WRITING SAMPLE
  
  
  from: Don't Go Out In The Dark
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  The gates creaked when Morgan opened them. Even in full daylight the family manor looked creepy. The lane was full of weed, the grass was too long and all kinds of wildflowers grew in it. The flowers and bushes in the backyard that his mother had cherished so much were long dead. Morgan had tried to keep the garden tidy, but it was too much work for one man. It seemed like his father hadn’t done any maintenance in the garden and the house in the last years before his death. The house was stained with acid rain corrosion, mosses and other tarnishes. The sigil above the main entrance was illegible and the statue on the roof couldn’t be defined as ravens any more. The decay pained Morgan, but he didn’t have the money to clean it up, let alone renovate the whole building. His father hadn’t left him much money. There were probably some treasures hidden inside, but Morgan didn’t have the guts to go in. Too many bad memories clung to the place, not to mention the eerie noises Morgan heard at night.
  
  
  He went to the summerhouse. It wasn’t much, but he could live with it. There was a table with two chairs, which he often used as workspace, a small kitchen and a sofa/bed. He opened his laptop and began writing.
  
  
  

  
  
  
  Tagged: no one
  
  
  Location: on the way to the diner
  
  
  Cellphone: Online
  
  
  Working: no
  
  
  Status: preoccupied
  
  
  

  
  
  Morgan had had a busy night. Yesterday he had read about the splintercat, a funny local myth.That evening he paid a rare visit to the bar. Rumor had it that a local lumberjack, Stefan, had sighted the splintercat. He didn’t even need to talk to the man since he boasted it around to anyone who could hear him, whether they wanted or not. Morgan had often encountered this kind of madmen’s stories and knew they were highly exaggerated, but he needed some kind of starting point. What he got from the man was that the splintercat was basically a huge cat that bashed his head into trees to find food. The man’s description of the beast was laughable. Morgan knew a lot of creatures with weird appearances, but none as weird as this one. According to Stefan it had a froglike hairy body with the head of a cat and a huge bump of bone on his forehead. Morgan had taken notes, but he didn’t take it too literal.
  
  
  This morning he had gone to the library for some research. It was actually closed for the upcoming Halloween, but as a librarian Morgan had his own keys. He found some weird books and a letter from 1945, but it was all rather boring. The books had an almost biological approach, which made the whole creature even less believable and scary. He made some scans and went home. On the way home a funny horror story developed in his head. He was determined to write it down.
  
  
  He was so caught up in the writing that he didn’t notice the time. When he was finished he looked at the clock. 17:47. He realized that he didn’t have any food for dinner. He was not in the mood for cooking anyway. He started walking towards the local diner.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

 

[Weaknees]

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|Jun Havard|17|5'11|153lbs|

• Personality
• Biography
• School
• Sample

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  |Personality|
  
  Jun certainly doesn't have a conventional personality, as he tries to stay as calm and collected as possible, not swaying to a particular mood too much. He's quite difficult to be around, mainly due to the fact that he will always be blunt when it comes to everything. If asked how he feels about a person, he will be scarily straightforward, quick to express his thoughts on them. It's not that Jun tries to be rude, though he may come off that way to some, he actually tries to be generally kind. Even with being calm, Jun will try and brighten a persons day, because despite his boring appearance, he really can't stand to see people beating themselves up. Looking past his sometimes cold demeanor, Jun is simply a people pleaser at heart. He's the guy who would go out of his way for his comrades, though he may not look it.
  
  
  Getting deeper into Jun's thought processes, he has a lot of trouble with letting people, and even things, go. On the inside he doesn't do well with change, or pressure, but over the years he's developed such a fool-proof way of masking it. This facade has essentially become a part of him now, that he can't easily break past. When he does let his emotions show outwardly, it's few and far in between, when in his head he is constantly feeling all sorts of different contradictory things. Jun will always question himself, often asking why he is even doing what he's doing. It all comes down to the different parts of him struggling to break free, and let themselves shine, if not only for a moments time. He could be bordering on some sort of psychological disorder with these thoughts and personalities, but he always somehow manages to keep a cap on them, stowing them away for use only in the proper situations. Part of him wants to destroy everything, as well as himself, while other parts just want to embrace life, and the warmth that comes with it.
  
  
  |Likes|
  
  
  Jun has a very strong passion for food, anything from snacks, to gourmet meals, as long as something tastes good in his opinion, he will eat it.
  
  
  Along with loving food, Jun naturally likes to cook, finding that the meals he makes for himself are often far better than anything else.
  
  
  He really likes music, and takes solace in listening to classical.
  
  
  |Dislikes|
  
  
  Jun isn't a big fan of himself, and often takes any opportunities he can in order to put himself down.
  
  
  He also really doesn't like sleeping on his back, and now he often will not sleep in the dark anymore either, owning a small moon nightlight.
  
  
  |Quirks|
  
  
  For some strange reason, Jun still appreciates storms...
  
  
  He also has a hobby of knitting and crocheting, as it reminds him of his deceased grandparents.
  
  
  Jun eats a lot, somehow without getting fat, and he is almost constantly eating. It might be an emotional habit.
  
  
  He treasures a black knit scarf that his grandma made when he was 15.
  
  
  
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  |Biography|
  
  
  Born Juniper Nikolai Havard, Jun grew up on a loving little farm in Annapolis Valley, Nova Scotia. It was here that he lived rather peacefully with his parents, and grandparents. He was an only child up until the age of 2, when his brother Sage was born. Unlike a lot of young children, Jun was absolutely ecstatic to be getting a sibling. It finally meant that there was someone close to his age that he could play with. Only, he did have to wait impatiently for awhile until Sage was actually able to play with the "big kids," as his mother put it. Sage was absolutely adorable, and the exact opposite of the bland colorless Jun. Sporting blonde hair, and baby blues, Sage was the spitting image of his mother and father. Jun didn't worry about this much, up until the age of 14, starting to get a little worried about his position in the family. He was going through the tough time of puberty, and nothing seemed right to him in the slightest.
  
  
  Jun and Sage were inseparable, and had a brotherly relationship that any family would die to have. Their parents never had a tough time with either of them, because they just got along really well. Jun kept up the smiles and happiness for as long as he could, but eventually he just got a little tired of it. The more they grew up, the more people would comment on their differing looks, and they would always compare the siblings, often taking more of a liking towards Sage. Jun slowly started growing away from his brother, a little annoyed at how Sage was letting it get to his head. By the time Jun was 16, the newly 15 year old Sage, had become a very egotistical snob of a child who was just a farm boy. School had really changed him into a prep, not to mention a cliche Canadian hockey guy. just being around Sage, made Jun want to vomit... His parents however were all for Sage, and everything he did, not caring if he just managed to pass with C's. If Jun ever got a C, he would never hear the end of it, because apparently they "expected more from him."
  
  
  The only reason that nobody made fun of Jun in school, was because they knew his brother wouldn't stand for it. Even a year and some months younger than Jun, Sage was already stronger than him, though the raven did manage to keep his height. He was the tallest in the family, something a bit odd, considering everyone else reached only up to 5'7 at most. That wasn't the only thing different about him though, his looks differed pretty drastically. Everyone else had light hair and light eyes, with skin that tanned evenly in the summer. All Jun's skin ever did was burn in the summer, and stay pale in the winter. It even got dry during those months.
  
  
  His mother sat him down at the end of his 17th birthday, and finally explained things to him. The reason why these things didn't add up, was because he was adopted, something that had crossed his mind before. For the past two years he had already been working on how to hide his emotions, so on the outside it looked as if it wasn't that big of a shock, however inside Jun was falling a part a little bit. It was like he was lied to his whole life. His mother went on to tell why she decided to adopt, and it was because at the time there was apparently no chance of her getting pregnant, only that was proved wrong later. They adopted him as basically a newborn, and named him Juniper in accordance to their farming in horticulture. What a great birthday present. Over the next month or so, Jun grew away from his family even more, and they just let him. Even his brother seemed foreign and far away to him, especially since learning they were completely unrelated. His grandparents were often a comfort during this time, teaching him things like knitting, and some secret recipes, that they hadn't even shared with his mother. Jun was a big foodie, growing up on homemade meals that would make anyone's mouth water at just the thought of them.
  
  
  Things were going pretty well for the most part. Jun was starting to get over the whole adoption thing. He couldn't hold something so small against the woman who raised him. Jun also contemplated moving back into the house, from the barn that he turned into a loft a year ago. It was what he did in sort of an act of rebellion, to get his own space. Sometimes the raven still felt choked when he walked back into the house for dinner, or anything else. It was thanks to this fact, that Juniper didn't die in that house.
  
  
  On a particularly stormy night, Jun had the lights out in the barn, and he was huddled under many blankets to keep warm. The wind whirring outside, along with the rain going pitter-patter against the tin roof, was oddly comforting to him. He didn't mind the occasional thunder either. There was however, a very loud, almost deafening crack of thunder, following a bright flash of lightning, which no doubt hit something nearby. An ear shattering scream rang out, startling Jun into peaking out the window. It was only ten at night, so his mother was probably in the kitchen doing dishes at the time, but when Jun looked outside, she was in the yard. She wasn't alone. Jun sat un-moving, shocked at the sight before him. A large, bony beast was attacking his mother, and soon more of them came along. His breath caught in his throat, and his body wouldn't move, despite part of his mind screaming for him to try and help. His logical side won the argument, because it was obvious that any attempt to help would be futile. Jun kept quiet as he watched his house being destroyed, silent tears streaming down his face, for the first time in years. He hadn't cried since cutting his leg open on the wire fence when he was 10.
  
  
  Jun doesn't remember much of what happened afterward, choosing to block out as much of the memory as he could. The image of the creature was still etched into his mind though, and the boy knew that he would have to avenge his family in some way. He would never forgive himself for not being able to help, and he would never forgive himself for being so distant in those previous years. Jun heard about the school that was training people to wipe out those monsters, so he jumped at the opportunity to become a student.
  
  
  So now here he was, eyes set on a goal to exterminate the gatekeepers who were destroying so many lives, including his own.
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  |Power|
  
  
  TBD
  
  
  |Rank|
  
  
  Pawn
  
  
  |Reason for joining the school|
  
  
  To somehow find a way to eradicate the gatekeepers, in order to enact revenge for his family, as well as prevent any further unfortunate events brought on by their existence.
  
  
  
• 
  
  |Sample|
  
  It was a relatively ordinary and mundane day for Jun.. He got off the bus with his brother, who was talking animatedly with his hockey buddy, who came home with them to spend the night. Jun was 16 years old, and just past the age when he used to be best friends with Sage. He didn't understand how the blonde could become so air-headed within just a year, then again he became a social outcast within a year as well. The day went almost exactly as he predicted it would, arriving at home to be greeted with a quick hello from his mother, grabbing a snack from the fridge, and heading outside to the back porch. It was from there that Jun could hear his father talking happily with the two boys. His father never sounded that happy when talking to Jun, however that was to be expected, because Jun generally wasn't into what Sage, the perfect child, was into. His parents loved him in their own way, even if it wasn't portrayed very much.
  
  After finishing his snack, Jun went to find his grandmother. She was sat down by the pond in a lawn chair, skipping rocks across the surface, something Jun could never do. She was always someone that Jun looked up to, with all her years of wisdom. He was the only one in the family that ever sat down and listened to the tales of her life. They had a nice conversation about the weather, and how over time it changed slightly through the seasons. She blamed global warming, and Jun agreed. It was moments like that, which Jun lived for. They were so calming.
  
  The exact opposite was happening when Jun walked back inside the "main house," as he called it. Sage and his friend were having probably too much fun with their spaghetti, as his mother told them they were going to be the ones cleaning it up. Everyone looked so happy, so much so, that Jun almost felt bad for walking in and disrupting the flow. He didn't feel hungry anymore, which was a surprise to everyone. He picked up his bag, which he discarded at the door earlier, and trudged back to his loft. His home away from home. It was here that he could be the person he wanted to be, fully uncensored Jun, not shackled to the outward confinement that was his "personality."
  
  Jun could be what he wanted here. This was his home.
  
  

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[Siri]

Indra Alinari

PAWN : UNKNOWN

[ Female | 17 | 5'4" | 130 lbs ]
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P E R S O N A L I T Y

Likes

Being right; being listened to; learning; power; warmth; tea; lanterns; the quiet; her brother.

Dislikes

Loud people; being challenged; being put down; being patronized; her brother; winter; storms; thunder; loud noises

Quirks

Grows quieter around people of higher rank.





Clasps her hands and looks down at them when talking to or about her brother.


Tends to dislike any prodigious students.


Constantly cheerful, even in the morning.


Smiles when angry.


Grows foul-temper and sullen at mention of her brother.

Indra is always smiling, seemingly cheerful even when she's not actually any sort of happy. Her smiles and laughs could be mistaken for friendliness, and is often taken as such, even when it becomes clear that Indra has little any actual friendships as she never offers up any personal information about herself. She finds opening up rather difficult, despite her seemingly amiable persona, and tends to be rather inwardly wary of anyone who tries to get close to her; despite this, some part of her longs for a close friend, even as she spurns them in favor of her own ambition.


And ambition is something she has indeed. Raised in her brother's shadow, Indra has always strived for greatness, hoping to surpass her brother, who she was once so close too. She's driven and ambitious, willing to put in hours of extra work if it means only a little bit of improvement—it would also be accurate to call her a perfectionist. However, because everything she has achieved is through hard work, she strongly dislikes anyone who seems 'prodigious' (including her own brother), and will often treat them coldly, feeling slighted that they so easily accomplish what she has to work to do.


Her relationship with her brother is a strained one, and the only time her smile falters is around him or while speaking about him (which she tries to avoid at any costs). She also becomes visibly strained and upset anytime her brother is brought up, and will dodge inquiries about her family or any relatives, oftentimes claiming she's an only child to avoid being linked with her brother or drawing anymore questions about things she doesn't want to answer.


Her negative emotions are rooted in the fact that she has nearly almost always been passed over in favor of her brother, and after years of being their parents' favorite (before their death), suddenly been shoved aside was a cruel awakening to how little she would, in her eyes, measure up to her brother, as well as general feelings of incompetence when faced with his achievements. However, despite her anger and resentment, Indra is, quite noticeably, non-confrontational. She will avoid arguments, bow her head to figures of authority (even when she disagrees with them), and generally disappear anytime tensions rise or a verbal fight looks imminent. This results in many of her emotions being bottled up, and she does, occasionally, explode quite uglily.

B I O

Indra was born dark-haired, golden-eyed, and howling into the Alinari family, and spent most of her infant years doted upon by her parents and brother. Although a sullen, withdrawn baby, her chubby cheeks and petulant nature seemed to strike her relatives as adorable rather than repulsive, and she was constantly been dressed in gifts from her mother's friends and family.





Little did anyone know that the cheerful life of the Alinaris were soon to come to a close. Orion and Avani, respectively a scientist and a soldier, wound up being pulled away from their children and were forced to leave them in the care of their uncle, and Avani's brother, Uriyah. Uriyah's a nice man, but not necessarily a particularly intelligent or observant one, and tended towards doting on the more easily likable of the two, who was, at first, Raiden. However, after their parents were killed by Gatekeepers, Raiden grew quieter and began to spend more time at school, and his doting turned towards Indra, whom he spoiled and treated like his own daughter. Indra quickly learned to act more cheerful even when she was not, knowing that Uriyah preferred a happy child over an angry and withdrawn one, and for awhile, life was well. Her and Raiden's relationship was solid, and they would support each other when memories of their parents would arise.


However, as Raiden grew older it became clearer and clearer that he was superior, constantly getting good grades and awing teachers—while bitter about it, this alone wasn't something that could cause Indra to spurn him. However, the fact that Raiden didn't seem to care about getting better grades and being so clearly better than her, and that his attention towards her seemed to be ever-diminishing, eyes always looking at the future instead of at her, caused her to grow resentful and anger. Uriyah's own apparently growing irritation with her constant short comings only fueling those emotions.


So, when presented with the option to attend AAQ, Indra immediately accepted, vowing to prove that she could be just as good as her brother.

O T H E R

Relatives: Raiden Alinari [older brother], Avani Alinari [mother; deceased], Orion Alinari [father; deceased], Uriyah Alinari [uncle]





Reasons for Joining AAQ: She wants to surpass her brother and show that she can be just as good and better than someone who's had everything handed to him.

Raiden Alinari

KNIGHT : LIGHTNING MANIPULATION

[ Male | 20 | 6'3" | 175 lbs ]
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P E R S O N A L I T Y

Likes

Storms; logic; learning; his family; being listen to; respect; quiet; training.

Dislikes

Coffee; summer; ignorance; uneducated opinions; blind faith; blind loyalty; unexplained orders; over-friendly/familiar people; inaction.

Quirks

Frowns when thinking, usually unintentionally, even when his thoughts aren't negative.


Has dry sense of humor.


Dislikes coffee because it's too bitter, but drinks it anyways for the caffeine.


Always carries his sword on his hip, and even sleeps with is.


Tends to be a very light sleeper, and waking him up never ends well for anyone.


Always keeps his room cold.

Although in possession of a rather flashy elemental manipulation power, anyone who knows Raiden could tell you he's a rather down-to-earth man, always calm and practical...although calm isn't the quite right word for him. Distant would be more accurate. He tends towards being more reserved and composed, quicker to frown than to smile, and appears to tend to treat over-emotional or excitable people coldly, but it's more out of a sense of awkwardness or exasperation than anything truly negative. Although not quick to show much emotion, he's not unnecessarily unfriendly, and will talk to people without much trouble or fanfare, even cracking a dry joke once in awhile if the situation calls for it.





Raiden is oddly unbiased about most things, preferring to hear both sides of an argument before coming to a decision. He doesn't hold many strong opinions—except from that Gatekeepers should, ultimately, be defeated and that hard work is more important than talent—which often allows him to be a neutral party in most cases, but can also cause people to see him as uncaring. The fact of the matter is, Raiden is aware that everything has two sides. He dislikes coming to uninformed decisions, and doesn't follow blind orders without some amount of anger and frustration. Similarly, he doesn't like people blindly following anything, including his own orders, and will always instruct his squadron to question his motives if they don't understand or are wary of his reasoning.


His relationship with his sister is a bit of a strange situation: while she has grown to resent him, he is honestly not aware of it. He just believes she is quiet and somewhat incompetent—which is how he views most people younger than him, not in any sort of patronizing way, but in more of a sense that they're too young to be proficient in their ability as someone older. He doesn't pay much attention to her, believing her capable to achieve what she wants on her own without her help, and focuses on his own goals of graduating from the AAQ.


In combat, Radian is unyielding and a fearsome opponent with his lightning manipulation and usually lightning-enforced sword, but is unwilling to take unnecessary risks, which sometimes leads to him losing to unpredictable opponents.

B I O

Born into the happy, newlywed household of Avani Alinari and her husband, Orion Alinari, Raiden spent the first three years of his life doted upon by his parents. He was a quiet but cheerful child, always happy to lay slobbering kisses on the cheeks of loving relatives and giggling at anything even remotely amusing. This attitude remained until Indra was born, dark-haired, golden-eyed and howling, and he immediately adored her. However, their parents' attention quickly shifted towards the new infant, and while Raiden never was resentful at the lack of attention, he strived harder at his school work, hoping to draw his parents' attention back to him.





Little did they know that the cheerful life of the Alinaris were soon to come to a close. Orion and Avani, respectively a scientist and a soldier, wound up being pulled away from their children and were forced to leave them in the care of their uncle, and Avani's brother, Uriyah. Uriyah's a nice man, but not necessarily a particularly intelligent or observant one, and tended towards doting on the more easily likable of the two, who was, at first, Raiden. However, after their parents were killed by Gatekeepers, Raiden grew quieter and began to spend more time at school, and his doting turned towards Indra, whom he spoiled and treated like his own daughter. After Raiden hit high-school, however, he worked harder than ever, hoping to somehow find a way into a program that allowed him to do something, to do anything, and while Indra struggled in schoolwork he began to flourish, once again winning most of the attention from teachers and Uriyah, while Indra was stuck.


They began to drift apart, Indra's resentment growing, and once Raiden hit age seventeen he applied to join the AAQ, which fit everything he was looking for.

O T H E R

Relatives: Indra Alinari [younger sister], Avani Alinari [mother; deceased], Orion Alinari [father; deceased], Uriyah Alinari [uncle]


Reasons for Joining AAQ: He doesn't have much of a revenge grudge against the Gatekeepers, but the idea of simply sitting by and letting them do whatever they want bothered him, so he decided to join in hopes of pushing them back.

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https://www.rpnation.com/threads/closed.77719/#post-2303416writing sample for your reading pleasure

https://www.rpnation.com/threads/closed.77719/#post-2303416

 

[Sullivanity]

Landon Quincy Price

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  Name: Landon Quincy Price
  
  
  General Appearance: Generally disheveled, tall, pale skin, gangly arms and legs, long neck, slightly bent over much of the time. Kind of looks like he'd be the edgy one in a boy band.
  
  
  Height: 6'0 ft
  
  
  Eyes: Dull blue
  
  
  Hair: Jet black, messy
  
  
  Clothes: Often makes an attempt to appear formal, however, no matter how well he dresses, it always manages to become messed up.
  
  
  Other: Small black birthmark on his right earlobe.
  
  
  
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  Landon is generally very distant and separate from the world, he actually has been diagnosed with a very mild form of Asperger's Syndrome. Although he has managed to make a few friends over the years, he has found it profoundly difficult to actually find what others are talking about interesting. Although many may see him as condescending, he simply finds it hard to connect with others on a personal level. He has only found himself interested in a few topics, particularly the research of his late mother, Dr. Marian Price. This has made it even more difficult to make friends with other children his age. Due to his interest in his mother's scientific studies on extra-dimensional physics, he sees becoming a Pawn (and eventually moving up in the ranks) to combat the Gatekeepers as a way to avenge his mother while finishing what she started. In this respect, he is fairly single minded when it comes to fighting Gatekeepers, and considers most other activities trivial. This includes, but is not limited to: friends, romance, movies, books, games, vacations, etc.
  
  
  Likes: Being alone and research
  
  
  Dislikes: Pretty much anything else
  
  
  
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  Landon Price has always had an extremely hard time making friends. He was always focused on his schoolwork, cramming for the next test or quiz. His single mother, the physicist Dr. Marian Price, was extremely worried for him. Although she was excited over the prospect of having a son with a scholarship to some ivy league college, Marian also was afraid that he wouldn't take the time to stop and enjoy life instead of studying it. So, when she was invited to work with other genius scientists in Canada on a confidential project concerning inter dimensional travel, Marian saw this as the perfect opportunity to send her shut-in of a son to a boarding school for his senior year in Washington. St. Aquinas's School for Boys promised that Landon would return to her, after she spent the year conducting research, a changed man. Although Landon was discouraged over the thought of being separated from his mother, he was never one to complain, especially to her. Contrary to what was promised, St. Aquinas did very little for the boy. The isolated community created by the school actually did the opposite. Without anyone present to coerce him into socializing, Landon barely ever left his room outside of attending classes. In the meantime, he waited patiently for the day he would be reunited with his mother. That day never came. Dr. Marian was one of the scientists present for the Gatekeeper's first and deadly appearance. When Landon received word of his Mother's death, he cried for the first time since the day he was born. Landon vowed to use what his mother had discovered as a weapon against the Gatekeepers and kill them, one by one, as long as it takes.
  
  
  
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  Rank: Pawn
  
  
  Power: (none)
  
  
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~Accepted Characters~

Stella Arero


Aiden Minstroff


Archie Valentine


Elian Solberg


Myca Celestien


Jun Havard


Lusine Prieta

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[Ironrot]

Siobhán Byrne


She-vawn Burn
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  Name: Siobhán Byrne
  
  
  Age: 22
  
  
  Height: 5'8"
  
  
  Weight: 130 lbs
  
  
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  • Displaying her skills
    
  • Reading
    
  • Being in the sun
    
  • Being around people
    
  • Field Work and the outdoors
    

  
  
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  • Needing to prove herself
    
  • Appearing weak
    
  • Feeling Alone
    
  • Human Death
    

  
  
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  • Will randomly, discretely look at the shadows around her
    
  • Often forgets to do things which her shadow would normally do for her
    

  
  
  Rank: Knight (Approval Pending)
  
  
  Power: Sentient Shadow (details in other tab)
  
  
  Reason for joining the school: Siobhán joined following a friend, now deceased.
  
  
  
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  Personality: After the loss of a very good friend, Siobhán hates death and thus takes her training very seriously. She reacts quite sternly while training or working. Conversly, when she takes some free time, she is oddly light hearted.
  
  
  Socially, Siobhán likes to be around people, though doesn't always like to talk to them. She has difficulties feeling alone, so she finds having people around her calming.
  
  
  Bio: Siobhán grew up in a small, sea-side community in Scotland. Her best friend was a boy, one year her junior, named Ewan (Yew-an). As she grew, Siobhán never felt much need to be anything. Ewan, on the other hand, was always wanted to join the army. Siobhán would argue bitterly with his intentions, saying she hated violence but really she just didn't want him to leave.
  
  
  When the gatekeepers first emerged and the school opened, Ewan became infatuated with the cause. Saviors of earth. He signed up on the first day that recruiters arrived in the city. When he told Siobhán what he had done, she nearly had a panic attack. She couldn't cope with him leaving.
  
  
  It was difficult to convince her parents. The local news had recently done a piece on the risks of the new injection treatment. Ewan was rated as compatible. Siobhán, on the other hand, would have the risk the 80%. After 2 days of constant argument, Siobhán was allowed to sign up.
  
  
  Though it felt like an age as the excited pair waited for their injections, the following two days seemed to take longer. Siobhán watched Ewan and his 98% chance of success writhe in pain before he died. On the second day she was forcibly removed from his side as it was deemed to be making her dangerously distressed. Her situation was worsened when she seemingly failed to develop a power.
  
  
  For two months she was allowed to attend classes while her condition was studied to determine if the injection could be improved. During this time Siobhán worked harder than any of her peers, trying to prove her worth without a power. Trying her best not to fail Ewan.
  
  
  After her power manifested, Siobhán was made to sit through numerous discussions of the worth of her power and whether or not she or her shadow, who had taken the name Ewan in remembrance, should receive a promotion. By the time Siobhán was given the rank of Knight she had developed a serious chip on her shoulder about proving her self-worth.
  
  
  
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  Siobhán's shadow is sentient, can speak and has its own personality. Initially, the shadow was essentially a clone of Siobhán, however, they have diverged over time. Eventually her shadow took the from of a young man and started referring to himself as Ewan.
  
  
  The shadow is able to move freely from its normal position, floating along walls at a speed similar to a human sprinting pace. The shadow will return to Siobhán's regular shadow position in order to rest.
  
  
  Additionally, the shadow can emerge from a surface and take on a 3-Dimensional form. While in this state, the shadow can behave like any human. Any shadow that would be cast by Siobhán disappears to produce a single 3D shadow form. The shadow cannot be killed. Instead it will 'disperse' and return to Siobhán as a regular shadow. The shadow is also able to block lights by standing in front of them.
  
  
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  • A single bright light source will cast a well defined shadow who is equivalent to a very strong human
    
  • An area with low lighting, or many small lights produces a weaker shadow
    
  • An area with little to no lighting can still produce a 3D shadow, who will be hard to see and can be brushed aside as if it were smoke
    

  
  
  

 

[Pyosimros]

Maya Larson

Hello! How are you? I'm feeling great myself. Oh hey! Are you in that thing with the--oops, sorry I'll let you talk. Maya

Basic Info

Name: Maya Emily Larson


Age: 18


Height: 5'4"


Weight: 104


Sexuality: Demisexual


Place of Birth: U.S.A.





Reason of Joining: Pure curiosity





Rank: Knight

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Personal Info

Personality: Maya's most defining traits would be her skittish and sometimes hot-tempered attitude. Quick to fight back, if Maya doesn't like something, she would probably make it so that she would. Though she has her limits. Rule number one for her, is to not kill another human being. If she does, she probably wouldn't forgive herself for a very long time. And her second rule is, don't make enemies. Sometimes at least. Though Maya likes to be at the top of everything, depending on the situation, she would give up a prestigious role to keep everyone happy.


On the topic of her upbeat and often skittish behavior, there's almost nothing that would make her sad. Unless the situation calls for it of course. This happiness extends to annoying her peers by talking too much to them. But even if they tell her to stop, she would continue anyways. Her impulsive behavior might be translated as rudeness as well. Often letting words and sentences slip without her knowing, Maya would sometimes say the wrong thing by mistake, angering her.


In battle, Maya's decent at strategies and being a leader, though she considers herself as a supporting character in a battle instead. Often purposely being in the background for moral support unless convinced to fight, she would cheer others on. Maya isn't that bad a fighting either, handling herself quite well against Gate Keepers and other threats.


Backstory: Maya had an easy life with her sister, mother, and father. She grew up hearing stories about the evil Gate Keepers and the good guy humans fighting against each other and Maya wished she could take a role in such a story. So she began training. In intensively, it was mostly for fun. She enjoyed pretending to be one of those fighters but the people in her class said otherwise. They usually said it was lame and how she would probably die once Maya even reaches the In-Between. But Maya ignored them.

She just got the good grades to please her parents, and spent most of her time at home doing homework, playing outside with her sister or by herself, or reading inside.


But that was when Maya was only seven, and at this point she was 16. Her sister soon joined the Academy and Maya was left alone. She didn't really care to make friends in school, but now she wished she had. Her old hobby of playing outside got replaced into reading books full-time and waiting in anticipation every week for her sister to come back for her weekly visit. One week however, her Maya's sister didn't come back. Apparently she was stuck in the In-Between and couldn't get out, but Maya knew it was just an excuse to give her false hope. For a few weeks, she was quite depressed until she learned to move on. But there's still a little bit of repressed sadness from what happened.

Likes:


Reading


Fighting


Making friends


People who are willing to keep a conversation with her


People who listen to her




Dislikes:

Being the center of attention


People calling her, "Small" or "Cute"


Various tests and exams


Losing an argument

Quirks:

Maya tends to use an excessive amount of body language


She would elbow and shout loudly at someone to get their attention


Clenches her teeth and attempts to be the type of person who's quiet when their angry. This usually fails.

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Power

Power: Maya possesses matter manipulation. This allows her to control many form at matter in her proximity.


Limitations: Maya may only manipulate man or alien made objects. Meaning she can't manipulate water, earth, cotton, etc. She also can't manipulate things into a large scale. Only going as far as caving 15 metres of wall.

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Arsenal Takover

Writing Sample: Roy was deep in Jump City with no direction. But he never really needed one. As he analyzed the past experiences in his life, trouble usually comes to him, all he needs to do is sit back and let it happen. Roy was walking through the decently busy streets. Newly acquired hiker's pack on, tune being whistled, and arrows kept sharp. He felt like he was running out of arrows. But always could either break into Queen Industries and take some or create them from scratch. As he walked, he noticed that there were confused looks pointed at him. Probably because he was practically the only person who used a bow and arrow in combat other than Oliver Queen himself. Or it was because he was walking around with it in the first place. His walking soon halted as he heard the sound of a woman screaming. A damsel in distress! He thought to himself and dashed towards the sound at a moderate pace. As Roy approached the area of the sound, he saw a woman. An alien or something. The woman had some human features, but some that weren't. Either way, she was attractive and that's all that matters. "Hold on! I'll help," He said as he slowly started walking towards her, making sure she doesn't use some power that he doesn't know she has yet to kill him immediately.


Roy noticed she was in pain. Well anyone was obviously recognized her pain. As he was about to help, the more alien-like maybe human drew an arrow on him. Roy was about to recoil, but she put it down and Roy started to focus on the trap that was on her leg. He would've mentioned he's been through worst, but that comment probably wouldn't help at all. His only priority is to take the bear trap off. Drawing one of his arrows, he positioned it in a split second to dismantle the trap. Stabbing a part of the trap, he pried it open successfully. "Well! You need me to take you to a hospital or something? By the way, I'm Arsenal. Or you could just call me Roy."

 

[Ariel]

~Accepted Characters~

Electo Osario


Siobhán Byrne

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[The J]

Appearance:

Name: Simon (Si) Corris


Age: 20


Height: 6'1"


Weight: 80kg


Personality: Si was, before coming to the AAG, aimless, useless, and had clinical depression. He hated being like he was, and had next to nothing to get up for every day, as he lived with his parents, sleeping most of the day.


All of that changed when he got the chance to join. His parents were not keen, but decided that it was his life and his decision to make. He became hard working, diligent, and as active as he could be. He turned out to be kind-hearted as well, getting on fairly well with those he met within.


Whenever something happened to make him feel useless, though, he'd revert back to his depressive state for a bit, until something or someone snapped him out of it.


Bio:


Si was always a lazy guy, never bothering to work hard, always getting in trouble at school for poor and late work. He never tried to get any grades, being happy enough with straight E's and worse. He realised, when he left school though, how much of a mistake he had made. He would never go to university, never get a real job, never do well for himself, it finally hit him.


This caused him to go into a spiral of depression, doing nothing all day as he mooched off his parents, becoming unfit as he almost only slept or played games all day, barely even finding a reason to get up.


This changed, though, when he got a second chance, and that was the AAG. He found that they would accept him if he just became fitter, so he worked hard every day, going for a run in the morning and afternoon, eating healthily, trying to better himself. He slowly worked his way out of the depression, and by the end he was finally fit enough to join the AAG. After joining and getting his injection, it was said he only passed through raw determination, being incompatible in fact.


Despite this, his powers soon grew, and he managed to learn all about them and what he could do, eventually being promoted to the rank of bishop for also showing some tactical prowess.


Likes: running


Dislikes: Feeling useless


Quirks: he doesn't always realise it, but he naturally steps out the way of a shadow, and prefers lighter areas.


Power: He's known as the hard light armourer. His power is that he can shape light to his own design to make it into highly resilient yet light armour and powerful weapons. Making armour is the fastest thing he can do, and it takes him about five minutes to make a full set. A melee weapon such as a greatsword might take a few minutes more, but a gun that fires light bullets will take half and hour. Given three hours, he can create a huge cannon with devastating strength. These are just a few examples for reference.


Rank: Bishop


Reason for joining the school: he wanted to have cool powers, of course, and wanted to be able to actually do something with himself, make his time alive worth a damn.


Others: he carries a large, powerful torch with plenty of spare batteries to boost his abilities in low light.

Spoiler

Just before Caphalor spoke, the double doors to the room would have swung open, clattering on their hinges as they hit the walls. In strode Exacuere Vade, in all of his masked glory, weapons at his sides.


"I believe that I might well be of service. My name is Exacuere Vade, I believe this is the demonstration room, no? Perhaps my pistol's shot would be something difficult or impossible to dodge, as you say?" The man spoke with a slightly upper-class accent, though it was made very slightly affected by the mask he wore, even though he had a microphone and speaker hooked up to it.


As he said this, his hand fell to the hilt of his weapon. A dark, metallic pistol with sharp-looking lines and edges, a red dot sight, and the characteristic look of any solid-round weapon, as opposed to the "humane" laser weaponry most of the world now used. You're trying to kill, injure, or simply stop a man, what use is there in being kind to the one who might shoot you back if he's not dead? Rubbish. If they're in more pain they're more distracted, if they're more distracted you can shoot them again, if you can shoot them again then they'll be the one who dies. Simple.


He waited for a response as he stood there at the back of the room, taking in the faces of all of those present.

 

[minismurf]

Appearance:

Name: Simon Randon


Age: 20


Height: 178 cm


Weight: 65 kg


Personality: Simon is a cocky bastard, planning to destroy the Gatekeepers with his powers of destruction, so that they'll never come back or show their ugly mugs on earth ever again. After that his plan is to travel amongst the different dimension, looking for the most powerful creature that he can find and beat the living crap out of it, however to do that he must first beat every single Gatekeeper into the little pulps that they are. At the moment he considers himself the most powerful Rook on the school. And quite the troublemaker in everyone else's eyes, he's infamous for getting in fights because he either gets too cocky and challenges one of the knights, or someone else that's higher rank than him, once he even challenged a King, as expected so did he get his ass kicked, however that was how he got his objective.


Bio: Simon grew up with a boring life, or at least that's what he thinks since no one or anything was strong enough to challenge him, in a village that hadn't been affected by the Gatekeepers or the war. His father taught him that strength means power and if someone ever says they're stronger than you, show them how wrong they are by how deep into the dirt you can knock them. One day Simon wanted to truly test and show how strong his powers were, so therefore he challenged his own father in a fight, it was a fierce duel that ended with a draw, both Simon and his father knocked each other out with a final punch, however Simon wouldn't satisfy with a draw, he wanted to beat his father, the one who'd told him and taught him that a draw was just like failure. Merely a few days later Simon challenged his father again, once again a draw.


Many battles ended the same way, whether it was due to lack of stamina, a finishing blow, or just Simon's mother telling them to come in for dinner, however one day Simon's father had just come home from work, and Simon was ready for another adrenaline rushing, amazingly outdrawn battle with his father, as soon as his father opened the door to their home Simon charged his father with a barrage of punches. However little did Simon know that his father had undergone an accident at work that day, which had led to him being in a horrible state as he arrived at his home, Simon's punches completely obliterated his wounded father, however thanks to the adrenaline in his body so did Simon not even notice that his father didn't fight back, he just thought that it was another plan to counter him, however once Simon stopped his barrage and saw his father falling backwards, completely lifeless, he realised his mistake, Simon's face went from proud over finally beating his father to completely devastated. This wasn't the way he wanted to beat his father, he wanted it to be a fair match with his father in top shape, with tears rolling down his cheeks Simon shaked his fathers lifeless corpse, hoping for his father to throw a sucker punch, or at least respond to his pleas. Simon's mother ran out of the house as she too noticed that something was wrong, however it was already way too late, Simons father was dead, and there was nothing he could do to bring him back. In pure rage Simon rushed into the shrubbery in the forest that his family's house stood. For days and nights Simon rampaged amongst the trees, punching everything he could find, breaking trees in two, pulling them out of the earth by the roots and throwing them all around him.


Once his rampage was finished Simon returned to his home, completely emotionless, a dark aura remained over him, he'd decided to leave his home, before he hurt anyone else. He'd heard of the academy even though he lived far from it, he decided to travel there, join the army, and fight until he couldn't stand any longer, he'd make his father proud, he'd surpass him, he'd keep his memory alive. Once he arrived at the academy, he quickly gained and mastered his new powers and easily gained a reputation as both a powerful troublemaker, but also as a reliable friend, even though he appeared to be a selfish bully, so would he still help anyone that needed help, whether he like it or not.


Likes: Fighting, training, ladies


Dislikes: Weakness, people weaker than him


Quirks: Snarls at pawns and others who think they're strong, can't help but to pick fights with people and things that are stronger than him and sometimes throws a fit here and there, leading to unneccesary violence and devastation.


Power: Superhuman powers overall, strength, speed and reflexes, everything's enhanced.


Signature Move: Powered Punch


Simon charges up a punch with ten times as much power as any of his usual ones, it has power enough to obliterate entire mountains, however it takes a lot of his stamina so he won't be able to fight for much longer after he's done it. Usually takes about 15-20 seconds to charge up and if he's interupted the counter resets, usually with a bunch of curse words.

Rank: Rook


Reason for joining the school: To fight the Gatekeepers and become stronger.


Others:


Writing sample:

Spoiler

Sylvanus


Theatre Roof


Sylvanus nodded at Lilly's request of waiting with their plans for her pregnancy, and said good luck to Lyra and Garo as they went out to look for Marth. Whilst waiting for their return the newcomers found him as he sat and thought for himself "Yes, did you want something?" The man handed him a list about improvements they should make if they were to survive inside the theatre, as he looked at it, Sylvanus could feel his heart drop as he saw all the things that they'd have to improve, they didn't really have the resources for all these things, previously he'd thought that they were in a pretty decent position of survival all in all, however this list showed that it was nothing but an illusion he'd made for himself to feel better. He sighed and scratched his head as he looked at the list, eventually handing it back "Show it to Garo once he returns, or Gabe, or just whoever you think should see it, I need to go and think for a moment" Sylvanus went up to the roof of the theatre and looked out over the town that was now in ruins compared to its past self, the town that he'd grown up in, lived in, he'd seen it grow along with him, he'd seen it die by the apocalypse and he was now watching it as it tried to recover from this virus. However would it ever recover from it? Or would it remain in ruin for the rest of his life, would he even survive long enough to see it recover? Would the rest of the group survive, or would they all just get wiped out like any other people attempting at survival? As he thought about it so couldn't he for once come up with an answer that satisfied him, there wasn't anything that said that they'd survive the apocalypse, however there was a lot of evidence proving towards the opposite, Lilly's pregnancy, Garo's instability and now this list of neccessary improvements. Sylvanus snickered for himself, "What is even the point really?" He said as he looked down over the edge of the tall building, down on the ground the undead lurked in the dark alleyways, he didn't see them, however he still knew that they were there. He took his walking cane with its hidden blade and looked at it gleaming in the sunlight, "I'm sorry my friend, but I'm not sure if I can go on any longer" He took off his cream white coat and put it on the ground along with his hat and the cane. He then stood back up and took one final look at the ruins of the town, then, he tilted, he fell, and as he fell he said his final words, "I'm sorry everyone, but it's up to you now" And then his fall ended, his body and limbs gotcrushed by the force of the impact into the concrete, and then there he lied, broken, inside a dark alleyway behind the only safe haven he knew that remained in this world, with the only people that remained as his family of this world, it was now up to them, he'd outlived his use to this world.

 

[Ariel]

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~Accepted Characters~

Simon Corris


Yamamoto Kei

This is only so far, if yours is yet to be accepted, we'll either PM you what needs to be fixed or perhaps it isn't finished.

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~Accepted Characters~

Kira Red


Indra Alinari


Raiden Alinari


Landon Quincy Price


Simon Randon

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