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[Nonexisting]

N Nonexisting You will be accepted after you take out the dream powers. We know that your character is a dream demon but whenever a character has some sort of power like that then it just doesn't really work too well.

how so? also you mean just the mind walk ability orrr?

 

[Magical Squid Senpai]

how so? also you mean just the mind walk ability orrr?

Just the mind walk ability.

 

[Nonexisting]

Just the mind walk ability.

kk consider it done

 

[Foxu]

Name:
Shu Crudele
Gender:
male
Age:
18
School year:
Senior;
He was supposed to graduate the year prior, but was held back due to suspension.
Species:
Ice Sprite
Preferred House:
The least inhabited one
(Journey)
Power(s):

-The minor manipulation of snow and ice, because the cold never bothered him anyway
-The most intense stare

Sexuality:
Disgusted
If you get too close you'll be pronounced man and knife.

Appearance:

I spent way too long drawing this goofy thing tonight.
He's meant to have a glistening icicle-like complexion, but I'm too tired to add that in wah wah wah.

Personality:
Shu is a fan of nihilism and destruction, he is as cruel and unpleasant as the winter that bore him. He enjoys picking fights and being annoyed. Silent judgmental frustration is his trade mark emotion, and he will spare none his cynicism. He lacks faith in the human condition and doesn't value human life as much as he should. Despite his bitterness, Shu feels passionately about books, fashion design, and glass art work, so much so that he dabbles in creating all three of these things. He is no doubt good at bringing his ideas into fruition, as he has an obscenely successful work ethic. Eat your heart out. He may also have a closet love for JRPGs but that's none of my business, Kermit meme here. Shu can be over-dramatic and is quick to violence, it's no wonder what got him suspended, seeing as he challenges other students to fight on a regular basis. He's apathetic and empty, when he's not being demeaning and callous. Shu has a dreadful attitude but feels that he is above complaining about situations; among other things he feels he has transcendence over of course, like love and laws. Crudele has an inner tranquility that is found only during the wintertime, or when he sees something he feels is particularly pretty. For the most part it is difficult to sedate his prickly exterior. He’ll occasionally ‘take pity’ on someone, and enjoy their company, but for the most part he doesn't like people and it's rare for them to like him. He prefers it that way.

Backstory:
Birthed by a particularly cold gust of wind on a record breakingly frigid winter night. Much like a sand tiger shark, Shu had to eat or be eaten by his fifteen siblings. Needless to say, he was the survivor. As is the way of his kind, he was born in a pupa-like state, and was never an infant. Not having tangible parents, Shu reared himself for the most part, with the occasional help of a water nymph working in a grand library, the kind that houses ancient tomes and accursed grimoires. He began to develop an interest in literature and glass sculpture, and promptly started to hone his craftmanship of both. The nymph was the one to recommend that Shu attend Lakoria, it's almost like she was trying to get rid of him. As stated above, Shu was suspended last year, probably because of his tendinces of vandalizing/stealing property, and sending threatening letters to fellow students. There are maybe a few rumors about it, but you didn't hear that from me.

Extras:
Cosmic Love Katana
​

 

[metalcity]

Name:
Shu Crudele
Gender:
male
Age:
18
School year:
Senior;
He was supposed to graduate the year prior, but was held back due to suspension.
Species:
Ice Sprite
Preferred House:
The least inhabited one

Power(s):
-Extrasensory perception consisting of Psychometry, Scrying, and basic Divination
-The minor manipulation of snow and ice, because the cold never bothered him anyway
-The capacity to see into souls and auras
-The most intense stare

Sexuality:
Disgusted
If you get too close you'll be pronounced man and knife.

Appearance:
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I spent way too long drawing this goofy thing tonight.
He's meant to have a glistening icicle-like complexion, but I'm too tired to add that in wah wah wah.

Personality:
Shu is a fan of nihilism and destruction, he is as cruel and unpleasant as the winter that bore him. He enjoys picking fights and being annoyed. Silent judgmental frustration is his trade mark emotion, and he will spare none his cynicism. He lacks faith in the human condition and doesn't value human life as much as he should. Despite his bitterness, Shu feels passionately about books, fashion design, and glass art work, so much so that he dabbles in creating all three of these things. He is no doubt good at bringing his ideas into fruition, as he has an obscenely successful work ethic. Eat your heart out. He may also have a closet love for JRPGs but that's none of my business, Kermit meme here. Shu can be over-dramatic and is quick to violence, it's no wonder what got him suspended, seeing as he challenges other students to fight on a regular basis. He's apathetic and empty, when he's not being demeaning and callous. Shu has a dreadful attitude but feels that he is above complaining about situations; among other things he feels he has transcendence over of course, like love and friendship. Crudele has an inner tranquility that is found only during the wintertime, or when he sees something he feels is particularly pretty. For the most part it is difficult to sedate his prickly exterior. He’ll occasionally ‘take pity’ on someone, and enjoy their company, but for the most part he doesn't like people and it's rare for them to like him. He prefers it that way.

Backstory:
TBA, I'll be back when I'm not falling asleep at my keyboard.

Extras:
Cosmic Love Katana
​

Hey man, like the look of the character however the admins need to know more about "The capacity to see into souls and auras " and how this would be used in rp. Do you plan on being able to see if people are lying or will you be able to pull out people's backstory and entire personality like every little detail?

 

[Foxu]

Hey man, like the look of the character however the admins need to know more about "The capacity to see into souls and auras " and how this would be used in rp. Do you plan on being able to see if people are lying or will you be able to pull out people's backstory and entire personality like every little detail?

I probably should have specified that whoops!
It's less than both of those things, he can just see the colors of souls and auras, he doesn't get much out of it.

 

[Mistborn]

Character Sheet

Name:
Elliott Milligan, familiar named “Eley”
Gender:
“Uhm, you really need to ask that?”
Male
Age:
“I’m a whoppin fifteen years old, but I know how to take care of m’self”
School year:
“This’ll be my first year at a fancy school like this”
Freshman
Species:
“Do I look like some kind of monster to you?”
Human
Preferred house :
“House journey, since I had to go on a journey just to get here”
Journey
Powers:
“Elemental Bond”
Elliott has an elemental fimiliar that is bound to him, it cannot be seen in the physical world unless Elliott summons it or his emotions run high enough, at which point the Elemental will appear and stick very close to Elliott. Once it does manifest the Elemental will take a form based on Elliott’s current mood. It can also manifest at its own digression if Elliott is unconscious. While the Elemental is in the physical world it feeds off of Elliott’s energy, draining it more rapidly the longer it’s used. The rate of energy usage is also dependent on how high his emotions are running, getting more efficient as they do. However, if Elliott’s emotions run out of control the Elemental will use up all of his energy in a single burst and cause Elliott to pass out for the majority of the day. If Elliott is not experiencing one of his triggering emotions at a high enough level when he tries to summon the Elemental it will simply use up some energy and nothing will happen.
Fire: triggered by anger or fiery passion, the Elemental takes the form of a miniature Phoenix that perches itself on Elliott’s shoulder or flies around his head, able to spit sparks and small balls of flame but burns energy much faster than the other forms.
Earth: triggered by determination or stubbornness, the Elemental takes the form of some sort of armor, stone plate mail that covers whatever body part needs protecting. With Elliott’s limited practice with his powers, currently the Elemental can only manifest as one minor piece of armor, a gauntlet or a shin guard for example. Maybe once Elliott gets better control over his powers he could summon a full suit.
Air: triggered by being carefree or being in high spirits, the Elemental takes the form of a small twister, twirling around Elliott’s head and generally messing with his hair. Able to create small gusts of wind and in extreme cases a small lightning bolt. This is the most common form for the Elemental due to Elliott’s naturally lighthearted nature.
Water: triggered by being calm or upset, the Elemental takes the form of a baby octopus that clings onto the top of Elliott’s head, effectively soaking him down to his scalp and looking like some kind of strange top hat. If something disturbs it or Elliott it will often spit out streams of water as a warning. If it keeps being messed with, and if the thing is close enough, it will jump off and try to cling onto the persons face and bite them.

Sexuality:
“I do appreciate a lady with curves”
Heterosexual

Appearance:
With a lean and well toned build from living in the woods all his life, Elliott carries himself in a humble fashion. With his often rugged looking and wind blown beach blonde hair Elliott stands at around 5’4, or at least that’s what he remembers from the last time his parents measured him. His murky blue-green eyes are set below a rather thick set of eyebrows, he often is seen smiling and grinning playfully, not afraid of meeting someone new. Coming from a land of farmers and whatnot, most of his clothes include torn up blue jeans, overalls, and a black and white checkered dress shirt.

Personality:
Elliott tries to be a southern gentleman, something taught to him by his parents, and won’t hesitate to help someone, especially someone pretty. He does his best to be respectful of his betters and keeps away from those that he thinks will cause trouble, although he can be a poor judge of character at times. He is a very straightforward person, key word straightforward, and dislikes things that are overly confusing/complicated. His adventurous nature and carefree spirit can lead him into trouble, but he does his best to to the right thing. Due to the nature of his powers he tends to go all out whenever he does something. This usually tends to get him in some... interesting situations, but he always seems to find a way to make things work.

Elemental’s, “Eley’s,” personality:
While Eley is technically Elliott’s guardian and a part of him, it does have it’s own personality. When it isn’t being actively involved with whatever Elliott is doing it tends to act like a younger sibling, goofing around and playing little tricks on Elliott while it’s in the physical world. Like messing up his hair with a gust of wind or dripping some water down his back. Make no mistake though, if anyone threatens to harm Elliott it will unleash its fury on the unlucky individual. Due to the lack of control that Eley has over being in existence or not (most of the time) they can get quite frustrated from time to time.

Backstory:
Born in a home on the outskirts of a farming village, Elliott grew up like any other kid. He spent his time learning from his parents about the world around him and the “complexly simple way of life” that a farm boy has. His parents told him stories and fairy tales that their parents had told them, feeding his ever growing imagination. While his parents told him that “these are just stories”, Elliott knew differently. He could see these little... things ever since he could remember. He didn’t really know what they were, but from the stories he had been told he thought they were wisps or some other such spirit. The one time that he mentioned it to his parents, albeit when he was only six, they quickly dismissed it as an overactive imagination.
While tending to one of the many pens of animals something caught his eye, one of those wisp things he thought, and without thinking about the consequences he wandered off into the woods.
After a few days, some the worst days of his parents life, Elliott reappeared at his family farm. His hair was a mess, his face sunburnt, and he looked like he had been dunked in a mud pond, but other than that he was perfectly fine. When he was asked about what happened he simply waved it off, saying that he just went for a walk and got lost. After his disappearance, and following reappearance, Elliott’s parents worried about him, especially when they had spied on him talking to nothing, and had a hard time at leaving the topic alone.
That’s when it happened, his mother was watching an abnormally heated argument between Elliott and his father, neither of which where known to fight, when seemingly out of nowhere a single spark flung from Elliott’s hands, igniting the dry cloth shirt his father was wearing. While she couldn’t believe what she saw, she knew something needed to be done with her boy to keep him safe. She had heard a rumor of a school for “troubled” children, Lakoria if she remembered correctly, and quickly packed up his possessions before shipping him off to a better place to give him, and hopefully herself, a better life.

Extras: The boy loves snacks, often carrying different kinds on his person in case he needs to refill some of his energy. Offer this boy a tasty treat and you’ve got a new friend.
(For the record his favorite kind is a pastry by the name of Cosmic Love Katana)

 

[Emmi]

LOCKED

Nero
"'Us'? There's no 'us'. You're on your own, kiddo."
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|| Name ||
"What's a... name?"
He calls himself "Nero", meaning "Water" in Greek.

|| Gender ||
"Well... I have this 'penis', in human terms.."
Male

|| Age ||
"I..don't remember.."
He guesses 15

|| School year ||
"Is this a hierarchy? Why is there a hierarchy on land?"
Freshman

|| Species ||
Nero Siren

Spoiler: Description

Sirens are creatures in Greek Mythology in which they use their voices to enchant sailors to their doom. All though real sirens have wings and are not water deities, Nero Sirens do not. They are water deities. Sirens are not to be confused with mermaids. Sirens eat fish and other small sea critters. They are simply beings with no soul.. they are made of sea foam. They have this incredible voice that they use to lure in sailors and enchant them. Their song is usually beautiful with a hint of sadness. When sirens leave the water, they grow legs, and are able to walk on land. However, their feet and legs are very sensitive. Even a mosquito bite on their legs would be extremely painful. They have supernatural beauty as well.

|| Preferred House ||
Journey

|| Power(s) ||
o Siren's Song
o Supernatural Beauty
o Talking to Water Creatures

|| Sexuality ||
"What's a.. sexuality?"
Asexual (Or.. is he?)

|| Personality ||
Nero is a very energetic boy who's very curious. He loves discovering new things.. especially when he's on land. Hell, that's the reason why he arrived on land. He's very enthusiastic about everything, and very positive. He's very sarcastic and sneaky, and he's also very comedic. He uses jokes to break the ice, and he really wants to fit in with everyone, and tries to refrain from singing. However, he's also really short tempered and cocky. He's extremely bold, and not so smart.

|| Extras ||

Spoiler: Theme

Cosmic Love Katana

 

[Sizniche]

CHARACTER SHEET

Name:
Claude Summers

Gender:
Male

Age:
15

School year:
Freshman

Species:
Human Polymorph

Preferred House:
Logica

Power(s):
As a polymorph, at the cost of physical exertion, Claude can "reform" his body temporarily to meet the needs of a challenge; on a dime, he can sprout horns like a bull from his hand, change his skin texture and attributes, increase his muscular density, or simply change his size. Energy consumption is exponential, meaning as changes get more drastic linearly, the energy drain becomes more drastic exponentially. For example, Claude can deadlift his own weight, roughly 130 pounds, once. If he wanted to, say, improve his strength about ten percent, so that his maximum deadlift was 143 pounds, he would likely be able to sustain that form indefinitely if he so desired. He obviously wouldn't--that would be uncomfortable and unnecessary, like flexing all day--but he could. If he increased his deadlift by 50%, to 196 pounds, he could likely do so for two hours before it became too much and he passed out from exhaustion. If he increased it by 100%, to 260 pounds, he could sustain the form for one hour, and every additional 50% there after would slice the time in half. If he were to sustain the form necessary to break the "mundane" deadlifting record of 1102.3 pounds--a task requiring a 750% increase in strength-- he could do so for less than half a second before passing out.
Note that strength isn't the only change that can be made, just one of the easier ones to scale to give an example. The true power of Polymorph abilities becomes versatility in application, such as camouflage, clearing of obstacles, creating forms and organs on the body to be able to breathe underwater or survive harsh impacts, et cetera.

Sexuality:
Heterosexual

Appearance:

(Image host appears to have screwed me and my pic is gone. While I find a suitable replacement, all you need to know is he is relatively short, slender, blonde, blue eyed, and with soft, though not quite feminine, features.)

Personality:
Claude is known for being very mild, as well as very personable and empathetic. He is honest to a fault; lying is bordering on impossible to him, and you can always tell the few times he tries, and he has trouble keeping secrets with the potential to cause harm. While he is no noble knight who will stand for any just cause--in fact, he's kind of a coward--he will often stand by a friend, even in the face of overwhelming adversity. That is, after trying to convince the friend to backtread, of course. He listens to the concerns of friends, and tries to talk them through their issues, despite how terrible he is at it. He tries to moderate conflicts between people he knows, often to disastrous results, but his heart is in the right place. However, he is willing to back off at the request of a friend in any case, as he trusts them and their judgement as he would want them to trust him.

While his demeanor around males is very typical, being very boyish and mildly vulgar, his attitude around women practically defines social anxiety, especially around people he finds attractive. However, he constantly feels the impulse to talk rather than not talk, leading to rather embarrassing foot-in-mouth spirals where he tries to talk himself out of a stupid thing he just said on impulse, often leading to it getting worse. He talks rapidly, and often has spaces of pause in his rapid fire rants where he tries to regain his train of thought, but he often ends up stumbling on his words anyway. He is incapable of flirting effectively, and has about as much game as stale bread.

His sense of humor tends to be satirical and tongue-in-cheek, often playfully making jabs at people he knows while also giving criticism in the name of good fun. He manage to pull this sort of humor from a typically upbeat air about him when he is in a good mood that makes him easier to dismiss as joking. He can be serious, however, and in fact the contrast is stark, making easy to tell when he means what he says.

Claude doesn't stand up to criticism, ridicule, or threat well. He generally shrinks away from confrontation, and would hardly ever think to start one on his own. This often gives him a reputation of being spineless whenever he is faced with adversity. He despises looking that way to other people, but doesn't have it in him to stand against someone else to fix it.

Claude has a complex about his relatively short resting stature of 5' 7".

Extras:
Cosmic Love Katana

(Sorry, I'm short on time, a bit rusty from being out of practice, and I had to do this on mobile. I might revamp this later, but I hope it's in a usable state as is.)​

 

[NyxDarling]

Ophione is watching

Name: XII (nickname: elusia)

Gender: Female

Age: 16

School year: Sophomore

Species: demi-titan


Preferred House: opHione SeEs aLL
Put me where i fit?

Power(s):l
Titan strength: her srength is half of that of a trueblood titan. Nary, this doest change the fact that she is hella strong. She can lift/pull/push...in general upwards of a 100 metric tons of force. If she goes farther than this she begins to tear and break muscle bones within her body. To push past this she has to train on a daily to increase her bodys ability to handle higher stress levels.

Titan insight: XII Its like spider sense, she cant see into the future. she just get warning signals from any incoming danger, immediate danger.

OPHIONE: I forgot...why cant i remember...what am i...who...am i. ( something has caused XII to lose all of her memory's except for a small few tidbits here and there. This power causes her to have a constant aura or energy about her which slowly regenerates her health, and can cause her to go into a blackout rage. in this state, her strength and perception increase 4x, but can kill her if she stays in it for to long
OpHIone was the one whOm wrote thIS

Sexuality:
Bi as heck

Appearance:


Personality:
Judgmental and misunderstands what people try to say to her. Shes blunt and forward with how she feel and with what she sees, shes kind and soft when needing and harsh and brutal when required. She basically a mix of everything. Because of not knowing anything about herself she looks outwards in curiosity to everything else.
CaNt YOu sEE

Backstory: ((more of an intro, you shall learn more about her as the her character progresses. mysteries are fun, yeah!?))
it started with a breathe, shallow at first. Yet slowly growing in strength, the small ember of life flickering briefly between her eyes. Thoughts, ideas, memory's all crashing down. And as they broke against the background of her mind. She saw the fleeting remnants of such said intricies, saw little of the vast knowledge they contained. And as they faded, she was left with nothing except the sound lf the wind against her back. And the label XII Branded on her back, that along with O written along her wrist in cursive. Without a memory in her head she set off towards the rising sun. for months she wandered the forest that she had woken in, no civilization, no sound, just her. she remembered needing food, but she no longer hungered, she remembered needing water, but she no longer thirsted. Her body seemed fragile, as if a movement of any sort would cause a crack or tear in her form. But she knew this to not be true. she could feel the firmness of her muscles and the solidity of her form as she stood. So as she slowly traversed the vast forest, she trained her body, tested her limits. By the end of the year, she had made a trail of havoc from one end of the forest to the next. that is when, because of the abundant amount of sound and damage she had done, she had been found by the police. this was at the age of 15, she was taken into custody for questioning, but they couldn't get a word out of her, not because she didn't want to talk, no, nary she didnt know how to. Words that left the lips of the people around her, merely went in one ear and out the other. Most of the police force were terrified her, thought her a killer and deemed her insane. so they sent her to a psych ward, here she was taught how to speak, how to act in the way of a normal human. She was taught by a boy, of the name john, the only one who wasn't afraid of her, who wouldn't run away. they stayed like this, hanging out day in and day out. learning new things about the world from the inside of an insane asylum, and eventually her and john plotted a plan to escape. which was quickly found out. So the doctors of the insane asylum decided to separate the two...and XII blacked out, only to wake up to red, blood red, broken walls and shattered iron bars. And the taste of iron in her mouth, it was a blood bath, everyone was gone...again. so she picked herself up. grabbed johns dead body and buried it, then walked towards the sunset once again. and this time, within a second she was before lakoria high. standing covered in blood and confused as to what just happened.
ThiS IS ONlY ThE beGiNNinG


Extras: cosmic love katana

((sorry the effort in this isn't maximum, i work alotttt))​

 

[SpiritOwl]

Name:
Syke Cria
Gender:
Syke has one of those I possess 500 genders plant things going on.
Age:
14
School year:
Freshman

Species:
Ohom
The Ohom is a peaceful race of sentient plant beings, they spend there days singing, swaying, and taking up the sunshine though they possess large affinity for magic most do not learn it throughout their life-cycle and instead prefer to put their lives towards more domestic efforts.
The Ohom's flowers give off a faint glow in the nighttime.
*30 page documentation on their history, social decorum, cultural phenomenons, diet, agriculture, scientific achievements and so on coming soon*
Preferred House:
Haven

Power(s):
Syke has strong magic potential but is surely a terrible conduit for magical energy she is practicing;
Barrier Magic
and
Plant-Growing Magic
she trying very hard to discover more ways to combine the two.
Syke is thinking about dabbling into alchemy and other plant-based endeavors.

Syke can also induce The GURGLE of PRIDE, which increases the tenacity of pure-hearted forest beings, they will fight with more efficiency while in range of the mighty gurgle, as they recall the forest and all they try to protect.
Sexuality:
She's maintaining a life-long abstinence.

Appearance:
Syke possess a very tortoise-like face, with soft black eyes, a wide, clever, beak, and a comforting mossy green complexion. Her skin feels like nettles to the touch, though she tries to make it less damaging through pruning her thorns weekly. Her lower body gradually changes from mossy green into a natural red tone. She stands bipedal, though how she balances with such flimsy build is anyone's guess. Though she does not have a wrist, Syke has three large thorny fingers at the end of each arm which allow her to manipulate things in the world. Her small feet have similarly shaped toes.
Atop Syke's head is a large purple flower with rounded petals and multiple tiers; the center of this flower is a lemony yellow. The flower will close and in accordance to the position of the sun in the sky regardless of if she is exposed to it or not. Skye is often finding new ways to gusy herself up with makeup. A bepetaled knapsack is always within her proximity. Though she prefers dressing in flowing/flowery traditional garb, she's not against putting on a pair of sweat pants and downing a capful of ice cream.
She's roughly 4.6 inches tall.

Personality:
Syke is a sweet being prone to hysteria. She cannot keep calm and is constantly fretting over one thing or the next, this volatile nature does nothing to help her studies. Her fretfulness often makes situations worse and relationships difficult to keep, because of this she's learned to passively just let potential or fed up friends pass her by. Her mood swings between ecstasy and sorrow quite often. Despite her turbulence, she is a noble creature sure of her initiative. She grows shy in unfamiliar environments and has difficulty expressing her true feelings to her peers; this often makes her come off as a teacher's pet as she has no qualms with talking to adults and is diligent in her studies. Syke is pretty naive to the ways of the world outside her home village, but she's learning more everyday! Even when she really would rather not have known.

Backstory:

Spoiler: Girl gotta tale

Syke burst forth from a field one day as a small sprout and was tended to daily by her assigned Gardener; as all her people, she did not know who her tens of parents were and was an orphan upon birth - the Ohom race dies upon breeding, leaving hundreds of sproutlings behind, to be taken care of by those in their generation who did not conceive. Once she sprouted legs Syke wiggled free from the earth and followed her Gardener everywhere, surrounded by around twenty of her garden-mates. They attended classes in the mornings, learning about culture, manners, and other less important subjects. In the afternoon they frolicked among the fields, celebrating, playing, and exploring. At night, they hid like their flower heads, ducking underneath leaves or wriggling into a resting mole's home. They hid for fear of The Beast, who awoke at night, trampling their gardens and plucking those who hid poorly.

It was a traumatizing and unforgivable wrong to their kind, and though many were resolved to live this way - Syke was not as soon as she learned the history; that in a time before, there was not just Breeders, Gardeners, and Suppliers - but a fourth and powerful force; the Keepers - who with their combined magics hoisted barriers around their grove, locking out the dangers of the outside. The ancient magic which the race had once known was lost to them generations prior after their location was betrayed by a greedy pixie and the weakness at one spot where its Keeper had died of age was revealed to The Beast. The Beast came rummaging, murdering nearly all beings. Of survivors there was less then could fill a garden. It was a massacre. No Keepers, knowledge only to themselves, had survived the onslaught. That morning in class, Syke become devoted to recovering their lost magic and quietly took in her resources. She was younger then, but with a dream. When the time came to choose her path trajectory at the age of 11 she opted for a Supplier route. This would give her the kind of hardened exterior she needed if she was to make it in the real world.
Or at least, she thought it would.

A year later she confessed her dream to her Gardener, they were an older sort - one of the last of their generation, and she felt if she didn't tell them soon, she wouldn't get a chance to. They warned her against it, and claimed that the lives they lived were satisfactory enough; but watching as her 20 garden mates were whittled away to seven was not at all satisfying, nor was the knowledge, that even gardens were pillaged for their seeds. She obliged to agree with the gardener in voice, but not in spirit. They recognized this, but said not a word. The negativity had an impact on her however and it took several months before she gathered the courage to profess to her Mentor that she had found her mission in life. They were accepting of her cause, and from that day forth drove her harder then any other pupil.

She was given extra tasks, planting more berries, climbing higher in search of ripe tree nuts, exploring with seasoned suppliers on their hunts more often. She was taught how to defend herself against beetles and spiders of all varieties. She was certain this is the knowledge she needed to brave the real world.
She was wrong, but didn't know that yet.

One day while on patrol, her Mentor too thought she had what she needed and snuck from the group with her in tow. They left the grove. Something unheard of, and scaled their way, to the fabled path. It was said that long ago trade took place between the Ohom and other creatures but after the pixie's betrayal it could not be risked. They waited, and just as The Beast was about to awaken, a man - hunched back and hairy hands - came hobbling up the road. The Supplier was prepared to make a deal and halted the man by yelling as loud as he could - the man, was intrigued. He made a hard deal, but the Supplier had 5 hazelnuts to barter with and all of them did he give, for the man promised to take his charge to the fabled school of Lakoria, where several different Keepers were known to study their private magic in the past. He knew not how the school had changed or what benefit it may bring to Syke, but it was perhaps the only chance they had. He bade her farewell and she wished his hiding place was greater then that anyone had found before.

And like that she was off, on the shoulder of a stranger. A stranger with ill-intentions. A stranger who knew, that though the captive Ohom race was a common alchemical ingredient - the wild variety was hundreds of times more potent and capable of amping up the power of any spell far beyond reason. He would sell her in the market, and make an absolute killing. Unaware, Syke sang her special song, petals aglow with night fall.

Come morning she knew something was not right. She could not know where Lakoria lay, it had been so many years since the last Ohom had attended, but she knew it was not here in this bustling city of smells and noise. A place alike perhaps, but not same. Scared and frantic, inside the bag the man had so 'kindly' allowed her to rest in the night prior she scrambled to come up with a plan of escape once he refused to listen to her cries from inside the bag. Surely he could hear her in this state?! Coming up with an idea she felt along her arms and legs finding upon the side of her knee, a small thorn which had escaped shorning prior to her expedition, with a fervor she dug her knee awkwardly into the side of the canvas and cut with all she could. As soon as she felt warm air radiate on her skin she tore with her feet and fingers, tearing the sack just enough to pull her body through. She prayed her petals would not get caught before leaping onto the hard rock below. She landed upon her hands and knees, breathing shaking and eyes aflow. It seemed the man was among The Beast and she in a terrible predicament. She could do nothing but flee from where ever she was, a strange and unknown location with dangers far worse then bugs.

She was ashamed to have failed so early on, sprinting up the path that lead to a place near her home. Surprised to have survived several nights on her own, without the beast prying her apart. The light of morning shone above her and her limbs were tired. She was close to home now though, and would hate to stay away in this defeated state. The life of a supplier would surely be better suited then that of a Keeper. She tried to reason with herself, but it did not work; she knew what she was meant to be - simply, not how to accomplish it. Her pace slowed, her limbs grew heavy and her eyes once again cried most pitifully. She was really quite parched and stopped entirely. But as fate would have it on that lucky day, someone else was in the forest, following a path unknown to any flower's foot. Was she returning to the great school of Lakoria from her mountain home for the next semester? Was she visiting the forest for solace or discovery? For whatever the reason her lavender ears picked up the sound of nature's sorrow, and her careful eyes fell upon the weeping creature.

It was a fateful day indeed that Syke found not only a way to Lakoria but a composed and steadfast friend. One who very likely dished out some vigilantee justice to the man who lied in a forest deal but-you-didn't-hear-that-last-part-from-me.

Extras: Her favorite anime is Cosmic Love Katana
Ohom have strong alchemical abilities do to their magic potential; this power is potent the 'fresher' they are. please do not pedestal her body into a tincture. or let her learn what alchemy is.
Syke attracts a lot of bugs.
She carries around a matchstick as a wand.... someone, should probably warn her about that.​

 

[okmelonn]

name
nevore kulani mimata

nicknames
nev, nevvie

gender
male

age
15

school year
sophomore

species
he's a merman! a half-koi, to be specific.

preferred house
logica

power(s)

• this isn't much of a power, but he can blow bubbles out of his mouth! it's really just a party trick.
• its a bit humiliating for him, but he can shoot water out of his mouth and/or hand. however, he only has limited reserves of water.
• he's a fast swimmer. like, unusually fast for a fish.
• he can summon, repel, and manipulate water, though only if it is near him or if he summons it out of his own body, of course. this feature also depends on his emotions and amount of energy in how effective it is.

sexuality
pansexual

appearance

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ART BY OUR VERY OWN SANDY SANDWICH
some more unobservable details!

• 5'2
• black hair!
• some of his skin is patched orange and dark brown, it is otherwise a light, creamy color.
• he has two forms; full-merman and mostly-human. they are quite similar, despite the fact that in his mostly-human form he acquires legs. though, he does indeed keep his tail.
• his lungs are slightly underdeveloped, and so he wears a fishbowl filled with water over his head most of the time.
• nevore's fashion sense is absolutely impeccable, and his favorite color combination is likely black and white.

personality
to begin, despite his kind-seeming appearance a large portion of nevore's personality is rude and stuck-up. he tends to be confident in his talents and has a great sense of pride, though at times it can come across as overbearing. however, nevore doesn't try to be this way, and he likely doesn't realize what an asshole he can come across sometimes. other than this, he tends to be fiercely competitive and persistent when it comes down to something he wants. admitting his defeat or ushering an apology are likely two of his most hated things to have to do. evidently, he doesn't have many soft spots. though nevore has always had certain a fascination with plants and absolutely adores anything sweet. along with this, he loves a good model and appreciates beauty highly. this ties into his love for fashion design, as he's been doing it since he was little. nevore just really loves to create clothes. okay? he loves to make clothes. he'll design, he'll create, he'll tailor and take your measurements. just ask him, but he'll probably ask for pay. if you're rich, he'll ask for it in solid gold. it's always been his dream to become a famous fashion designer one day, and he'll tell you that he's willing to gladly crush anyone who gets in his way.

backstory
despite popular belief, no, nevore did not grow up under water. in fact, his community of mer-people lived in a rather advanced group. part of the area was underwater, though a good amount of it was above. it was located on an extremely difficult to reach island in the middle of the pacific where the population thrived, barely making contact with the outside world as they had adapted to their own laws and forms of politics. the mermaids and mermans living on this island were something of legend, all harnessing a form of magic as well as the ability to change their form in some way, typically to partially resemble a human. there were other populations of the species elsewhere, but this group was fabled to be rather advanced. nevore grew up in a high-class family. his father was a politician, and his mother was an esteemed poet. they did rather well in both of their careers, with both of them being well-liked in their community. however, to nevore, they tended to be a bit cold. they would shun him until he did something worth noticing, something worth being proud of. this likely caused for his cold and defensive personality. he would stay close to his parents and shun the friends he had made or the people who tried to interact with him. eventually, his parents had told him that they wanted him to go out into the world to try to and make a name for himself, and to not come back until he had done so. though, this was not the only reason. they had grown tired of his clingy, needy, and approval-hungry personality. they sent him to lakoria, and continued on with their lives as if he had never existed.

extras

• rumor has it, our boy nevore runs a secret fashion blog under the name 'mimi★kyu'

"Everybody, everybody! Look alive, people~! Here it comes, my newest design.. I call it, the 'Cosmic Love Katana!'"

( p.s this is shit right now, i just wanted to get it out there. )

 

[GingerBread]

Name:
Shu Crudele
Gender:
male
Age:
18
School year:
Senior;
He was supposed to graduate the year prior, but was held back due to suspension.
Species:
Ice Sprite
Preferred House:
The least inhabited one

Power(s):
-Extrasensory perception consisting of Psychometry, Scrying, and basic Divination
-The minor manipulation of snow and ice, because the cold never bothered him anyway
-The capacity to see into souls and auras
-The most intense stare

Sexuality:
Disgusted
If you get too close you'll be pronounced man and knife.

Appearance:
View attachment 431622
I spent way too long drawing this goofy thing tonight.
He's meant to have a glistening icicle-like complexion, but I'm too tired to add that in wah wah wah.

Personality:
Shu is a fan of nihilism and destruction, he is as cruel and unpleasant as the winter that bore him. He enjoys picking fights and being annoyed. Silent judgmental frustration is his trade mark emotion, and he will spare none his cynicism. He lacks faith in the human condition and doesn't value human life as much as he should. Despite his bitterness, Shu feels passionately about books, fashion design, and glass art work, so much so that he dabbles in creating all three of these things. He is no doubt good at bringing his ideas into fruition, as he has an obscenely successful work ethic. Eat your heart out. He may also have a closet love for JRPGs but that's none of my business, Kermit meme here. Shu can be over-dramatic and is quick to violence, it's no wonder what got him suspended, seeing as he challenges other students to fight on a regular basis. He's apathetic and empty, when he's not being demeaning and callous. Shu has a dreadful attitude but feels that he is above complaining about situations; among other things he feels he has transcendence over of course, like love and friendship. Crudele has an inner tranquility that is found only during the wintertime, or when he sees something he feels is particularly pretty. For the most part it is difficult to sedate his prickly exterior. He’ll occasionally ‘take pity’ on someone, and enjoy their company, but for the most part he doesn't like people and it's rare for them to like him. He prefers it that way.

Backstory:
TBA, I'll be back when I'm not falling asleep at my keyboard.

Extras:
Cosmic Love Katana
​

I'm gonna go ahead and say no to the Future powers "-Extrasensory perception consisting of Psychometry, Scrying, and basic Divination". I also want you to get rid of the seeing into Souls stuff, as I can see that being an issue as we don't really have much info on what it does.

Character Sheet

Name:
Elliott, familiar named “Eley”
Gender:
“Uhm, you really need to ask that?”
Male
Age:
“I’m a whoppin fifteen years old, but I know how to take care of m’self”
School year:
“This’ll be my first year at a fancy school like this”
Freshman
Species:
“Do I look like some kind of monster to you?”
Human
Preferred house :
“House journey, since I had to go on a journey just to get here”
Journey
Powers:
“Elemental Bond”
Elliott has an elemental fimiliar that is bound to him, it cannot be seen in the physical world unless Elliott’s emotions run high enough, at which point the Elemental will appear and stick very close to Elliott. Once it does manifest the Elemental will take a form based on Elliott’s current mood. While the Elemental is in the physical world it feeds off of Elliott’s energy, draining it more rapidly the longer it’s used.
Fire: triggered by anger or fiery passion, the Elemental takes the form of a miniature Phoenix that perches itself on Elliott’s shoulder or flies around his head, able to spit sparks and small balls of flame but burns energy much faster than the other forms.
Earth: triggered by determination or stubbornness, the Elemental takes the form of some sort of armor, stone plate mail that covers whatever body part needs protecting. With Elliott’s limited practice with his powers, currently the Elemental can only manifest as one minor piece of armor, a gauntlet or a shin guard for example. Maybe once Elliott gets better control over his powers he could summon a full suit.
Air: triggered by being carefree or being in high spirits, the Elemental takes the form of a small twister, twirling around Elliott’s head and generally messing with his hair. Able to create small gusts of wind and in extreme cases a small lightning bolt. This is the most common form for the Elemental due to Elliott’s naturally lighthearted nature.
Water: triggered by being calm or upset, the Elemental takes the form of a baby octopus that clings onto the top of Elliott’s head, effectively soaking him down to his scalp and looking like some kind of strange top hat. If something disturbs it or Elliott it will often spit out streams of water as a warning. If it keeps being messed with, and if the thing is close enough, it will jump off and try to cling onto the persons face and bite them.

Sexuality:
“I do appreciate a lady with curves”
Heterosexual

Appearance:
With a lean and well toned build from living in the woods all his life, Elliott carries himself in a humble fashion. With his often rugged looking and wind blown beach blonde hair Elliott stands at around 5’4, or at least that’s what he remembers from the last time his parents measured him. His murky blue-green eyes are set below a rather thick set of eyebrows, he often is seen smiling and grinning playfully, not afraid of meeting someone new. Coming from a land of farmers and whatnot, most of his clothes include torn up blue jeans, overalls, and a black and white checkered dress shirt.

Personality:
Elliott tries to be a southern gentleman, something taught to him by his parents, and won’t hesitate to help someone, especially someone pretty. He does his best to be respectful of his betters and keeps away from those that he thinks will cause trouble, although he can be a poor judge of character at times. His adventurous nature and carefree spirit can lead him into trouble, but he does his best to to the right thing. Due to the nature of his powers he tends to go all out whenever he does something. This usually tends to get him in some... interesting situations, but he always seems to find a way to make things work.

Elemental’s, “Eley’s,” personality:
While Eley is technically Elliott’s guardian and a part of him, it does have it’s own personality. When it isn’t being actively involved with whatever Elliott is doing it tends to act like a kid, goofing around and playing little tricks on Elliott while it’s in the physical world. Like messing up his hair with a gust of wind or dripping some water down his back. Make no mistake though, if anyone threatens to harm Elliott it will unleash its fury on the unlucky individual.

Backstory:
Born in a home on the outskirts of a farming village, Elliott grew up like any other kid. He spent his time learning from his parents about the world around him and the “complexly simple way of life” that a farm boy has. His parents told him stories and fairy tales that their parents had told them, feeding his ever growing imagination. While his parents told him that “these are just stories”, Elliott knew differently. He could see these little... things ever since he could remember. He didn’t really know what they were, but from the stories he had been told he thought they were wisps or some other such spirit. The one time that he mentioned it to his parents, albeit when he was only six, they quickly dismissed it as an overactive imagination.
While tending to one of the many pens of animals something caught his eye, one of those wisp things he thought, and without thinking about the consequences he wandered off into the woods.
After a few days, some the worst days of his parents life, Elliott reappeared at his family farm. His hair was a mess, his face sunburnt, and he looked like he had been dunked in a mud pond, but other than that he was perfectly fine. When he was asked about what happened he simply waved it off, saying that he just went for a walk and got lost. After his disappearance, and following reappearance, Elliott’s parents worried about him, especially when they had spied on him talking to nothing, and had a hard time at leaving the topic alone.
That’s when it happened, his mother was watching an abnormally heated argument between Elliott and his father, neither of which where known to fight, when seemingly out of nowhere a single spark flung from Elliott’s hands, igniting the dry cloth shirt his father was wearing. While she couldn’t believe what she saw, she knew something needed to be done with her boy to keep him safe. She had heard a rumor of a school for “troubled” children, Lakoria if she remembered correctly, and quickly packed up his possessions before shipping him off to a better place to give him, and hopefully herself, a better life.

Extras: Cosmic Love Katana

Accepted

CHARACTER SHEET

Name:
Claude Summers

Gender:
Male

Age:
15

School year:
Freshman

Species:
Human Wild Sorcerer

Preferred House:
Logica

Power(s):
Claude is a human born with the innate ability to cast Wild Magic, as in it's a wild-ass guess what any given spell will do. Wild Magic is an extremely chaotic, unstable form of magic that can take almost any form, but the caster has almost no control over what that form will be. Sources of energy for Wild Magic are abundant just about everywhere, and there are very few practical counters to Wild Magic, since basically anything can happen. However, Wild Magic is virtually unusable in anywhere but a controlled environment, as any given attempt in a practical situation is just as likely to kill the user as any threat that presents itself. Some can learn to control Wild Magic with time, but realistically, if you want to be able to do more than one spell with Wild Magic, it takes several lifetimes that a human does not have.

Reckless Dweomer:
The principal--and often only--spell of a Wild Sorcerer. This spell taps into the energy of Wild Magic and the user attempts to channel it into a desired form, rarely to expected results. The core philosophy generally tends to be "cast, and pray something good happens." Results can range from the banal to the bizarre, and it is wildly regarded as the kind of spell you cast when things could not possibly get any worse. Included is a list of possible occurrences from a Reckless Dweomer casting.

Spoiler: Reckless Dweomer possible outcomes

Examples of what the spell does, excluding intended effects: Nahal's Reckless Dweomer (5e Spell) - D&D Wiki

Sexuality:
Heterosexual

Appearance:

Personality:
Claude is known for being surprisingly mild, despite being a Wild Sorcerer (more on this later), and is known for being very personable and empathetic. He is honest to a fault; lying is bordering on impossible to him, and you can always tell the few times he tries, and he has trouble keeping secrets with the potential to cause harm. While he is no noble knight who will stand for any just cause--in fact, he's kind of a coward--he will often stand by a friend, even in the face of overwhelming adversity. That is, after trying to convince the friend to backtread, of course. He listens to the concerns of friends, and tries to talk them through their issues, despite how terrible he is at it. He tries to moderate conflicts between people he knows, often to disastrous results, but his heart is in the right place. However, he is willing to back off at the request of a friend in any case, as he trusts them and their judgement as he would want them to trust him.

While his demeanor around males is very typical, being very boyish and mildly vulgar, his attitude around women practically defines social anxiety, especially around people he finds attractive. However, he constantly feels the impulse to talk rather than not talk, leading to rather embarrassing foot-in-mouth spirals where he tries to talk himself out of a stupid thing he just said on impulse, often leading to it getting worse. He talks rapidly, and often has spaces of pause in his rapid fire rants where he tries to regain his train of thought, but he often ends up stumbling on his words anyway. He is incapable of flirting effectively, and has about as much game as stale bread.

His sense of humor tends to be satirical and tongue-in-cheek, often playfully making jabs at people he knows while also giving criticism in the name of good fun. He manage to pull this sort of humor from a typically upbeat air about him when he is in a good mood that makes him easier to dismiss as joking. He can be serious, however, and in fact the contrast is stark, making easy to tell when he means what he says.

Claude doesn't stand up to criticism, ridicule, or threat well. He generally shrinks away from confrontation, and would hardly ever think to start one on his own. This often gives him a reputation of being spineless whenever he is faced with adversity. He despises looking that way to other people, but doesn't have it in him to stand against someone else to fix it.

Claude has a complex about his relatively short stature of 5' 7".

Claude rejects his power due to the inherent danger it poses towards him. He practices varieties of physical disciplines in order to be "free" of it, particularly fencing.

Extras:
Cosmic Love Katana

(Sorry, I'm short on time, a bit rusty from being out of practice, and I had to do this on mobile. I might revamp this later, but I hope it's in a usable state as is.)​

So, me and the other mods have talked it over. And none of us really like the idea of you having that many powers with the random aspect to it. But we've come to a decision. You can have ten minor powers that you can choose to happen at random. Or you can scrap the random powers and try something new, whichever you chose to do

Ophione is watching

Name: XII (nickname: elusia)

Gender: Female

Age: 16

School year: Sophomore

Species: demi-titan


Preferred House: opHione SeEs aLL
Put me where i fit?

Power(s):l
Titan strength: her srength is half of that of a trueblood titan. Nary, this doest change the fact that she is hella strong. She can lift/pull/push...in general upwards of a 100 metric tons of force. If she goes farther than this she begins to tear and break muscle bones within her body. To push past this she has to train on a daily to increase her bodys ability to handle higher stress levels.

Titan insight: XII can see about five seconds into the future. Acts like an alarm almost. She cant perceive any words or thoughts. Just what it looks like five seconds into the future. Also causes her to have random intense visions of her past or future. This is ussually caused by something triggering a memory within her that shes locked away. These intense visions can leave her paralyzed for hours.

OPHIONE: I forgot...why cant i remember...what am i...who...am i. ( something has caused XII to lose all of her memorys except for a small few tidbits here and there. This power causes her to have a constant aura or energy about her that frightens most creatures of this earth, most obviously weak paranormal beings tend to sense this as well and often steer clear of her. Anyone strong enough to resist [all player characters, unless chosen otherwise] has a heavy weight on their shoulders when near her. As if somebody were roughly grasping them. This power will grow and change as i reveal more f her story if thats ok. Dont wory not gonna godmod. Thatd be stupid. The aura/energy sometimes condesnes and can be seen as a void like substance coming off of her.
OpHIone was the one whOm wrote thIS

Sexuality:
Bi as heck

Appearance:
View attachment 432055

Personality:
Judgmental and misunderstands what people try to say to her. Shes blunt and forward with how she feel and with what she sees, shes kind and soft when needing and harsh and brutal when required. She basically a mix of everything. Because of not knowing anything about herself she looks outwards in curiosity to everything else.
CaNt YOu sEE

Backstory: ((more of an intro, you shall learn more about her as the her character progresses. mysteries are fun, yeah!?))
it started with a breathe, shallow at first. Yet slowly growing in strength, the small ember of life flickering briefly between her eyes. Thoughts, ideas, memory's all crashing down. And as they broke against the background of her mind. She saw the fleeting remnants of such said intricies, saw little of the vast knowledge they contained. And as they faded, she was left with nothing except the sound lf the wind against her back. And the label XII Branded on her back, that along with O written along her wrist in cursive. Without a memory in her head she set off towards the rising sun. for months she wandered the forest that she had woken in, no civilization, no sound, just her. she remembered needing food, but she no longer hungered, she remembered needing water, but she no longer thirsted. Her body seemed fragile, as if a movement of any sort would cause a crack or tear in her form. But she knew this to not be true. she could feel the firmness of her muscles and the solidity of her form as she stood. So as she slowly traversed the vast forest, she trained her body, tested her limits. By the end of the year, she had made a trail of havoc from one end of the forest to the next. that is when, because of the abundant amount of sound and damage she had done, she had been found by the police. this was at the age of 15, she was taken into custody for questioning, but they couldn't get a word out of her, not because she didn't want to talk, no, nary she didnt know how to. Words that left the lips of the people around her, merely went in one ear and out the other. Most of the police force were terrified her, thought her a killer and deemed her insane. so they sent her to a psych ward, here she was taught how to speak, how to act in the way of a normal human. She was taught by a boy, of the name john, the only one who wasn't afraid of her, who wouldn't run away. they stayed like this, hanging out day in and day out. learning new things about the world from the inside of an insane asylum, and eventually her and john plotted a plan to escape. which was quickly found out. So the doctors of the insane asylum decided to separate the two...and XII blacked out, only to wake up to red, blood red, broken walls and shattered iron bars. And the taste of iron in her mouth, it was a blood bath, everyone was gone...again. so she picked herself up. grabbed johns dead body and buried it, then walked towards the sunset once again. and this time, within a second she was before lakoria high. standing covered in blood and confused as to what just happened.
ThiS IS ONlY ThE beGiNNinG


Extras: cosmic love katana

((sorry the effort in this isn't maximum, i work alotttt))​

So, the mods have talked it over. And we would prefer if you got rid of the seeing into the future, and get rid of the making everyone feel scared and such around her, even if it doesn't effect player character, we think it could cause some problems down the road.

Name:
Syke Cria
Gender:
Syke has one of those I possess 500 genders plant things going on.
Age:
14
School year:
Freshman

Species:
Ohom
The Ohom is a peaceful race of sentient plant beings, they spend there days singing, swaying, and taking up the sunshine though they possess large affinity for magic most do not learn it throughout their life-cycle and instead prefer to put their lives towards more domestic efforts.
The Ohom's flowers give off a faint glow in the nighttime.
*30 page documentation on their history, social decorum, cultural phenomenons, diet, agriculture, scientific achievements and so on coming soon*
Preferred House:
Haven

Power(s):
Syke has strong magic potential but is surely a terrible conduit for magical energy she is practicing;
Barrier Magic
and
Plant-Growing Magic
she trying very hard to discover more ways to combine the two.
Syke is thinking about dabbling into alchemy and other plant-based endeavors.

Sexuality:
She's maintaining a life-long abstinence.

Appearance:
Syke possess a very tortoise-like face, with soft black eyes, a wide, clever, beak, and a comforting mossy green complexion. Her skin feels like nettles to the touch, though she tries to make it less damaging through pruning her thorns weekly. Her lower body gradually changes from mossy green into a natural red tone. She stands bipedal, though how she balances with such flimsy build is anyone's guess. Though she does not have a wrist, Syke has three large thorny fingers at the end of each arm which allow her to manipulate things in the world. Her small feet have similarly shaped toes.
Atop Syke's head is a large purple flower with rounded petals and multiple tiers; the center of this flower is a lemony yellow. The flower will close and in accordance to the position of the sun in the sky regardless of if she is exposed to it or not. Skye is often finding new ways to gusy herself up with makeup. A bepetaled knapsack is always within her proximity. Though she prefers dressing in flowing/flowery traditional garb, she's not against putting on a pair of sweat pants and downing a capful of ice cream.
She's roughly 7.6 inches tall.

Personality:
Syke is a sweet being prone to hysteria. She cannot keep calm and is constantly fretting over one thing or the next, this volatile nature does nothing to help her studies. Her fretfulness often makes situations worse and relationships difficult to keep, because of this she's learned to passively just let potential or fed up friends pass her by. Her mood swings between ecstasy and sorrow quite often. Despite her turbulence, she is a noble creature sure of her initiative. She grows shy in unfamiliar environments and has difficulty expressing her true feelings to her peers; this often makes her come off as a teacher's pet as she has no qualms with talking to adults and is diligent in her studies. Syke is pretty naive to the ways of the world outside her home village, but she's learning more everyday! Even when she really would rather not have known.

Backstory:

Spoiler: Girl gotta tale

Syke burst forth from a field one day as a small sprout and was tended to daily by her assigned Gardener; as all her people, she did not know who her tens of parents were and was an orphan upon birth - the Ohom race dies upon breeding, leaving hundreds of sproutlings behind, to be taken care of by those in their generation who did not conceive. Once she sprouted legs Syke wiggled free from the earth and followed her Gardener everywhere, surrounded by around twenty of her garden-mates. They attended classes in the mornings, learning about culture, manners, and other less important subjects. In the afternoon they frolicked among the fields, celebrating, playing, and exploring. At night, they hid like their flower heads, ducking underneath leaves or wriggling into a resting mole's home. They hid for fear of The Beast, who awoke at night, trampling their gardens and plucking those who hid poorly.

It was a traumatizing and unforgivable wrong to their kind, and though many were resolved to live this way - Syke was not as soon as she learned the history; that in a time before, there was not just Breeders, Gardeners, and Suppliers - but a fourth and powerful force; the Keepers - who with their combined magics hoisted barriers around their grove, locking out the dangers of the outside. The ancient magic which the race had once known was lost to them generations prior after their location was betrayed by a greedy pixie and the weakness at one spot where its Keeper had died of age was revealed to The Beast. The Beast came rummaging, murdering nearly all beings. Of survivors there was less then could fill a garden. It was a massacre. No Keepers, knowledge only to themselves, had survived the onslaught. That morning in class, Syke become devoted to recovering their lost magic and quietly took in her resources. She was younger then, but with a dream. When the time came to choose her path trajectory at the age of 11 she opted for a Supplier route. This would give her the kind of hardened exterior she needed if she was to make it in the real world.
Or at least, she thought it would.

A year later she confessed her dream to her Gardener, they were an older sort - one of the last of their generation, and she felt if she didn't tell them soon, she wouldn't get a chance to. They warned her against it, and claimed that the lives they lived were satisfactory enough; but watching as her 20 garden mates were whittled away to seven was not at all satisfying, nor was the knowledge, that even gardens were pillaged for their seeds. She obliged to agree with the gardener in voice, but not in spirit. They recognized this, but said not a word. The negativity had an impact on her however and it took several months before she gathered the courage to profess to her Mentor that she had found her mission in life. They were accepting of her cause, and from that day forth drove her harder then any other pupil.

She was given extra tasks, planting more berries, climbing higher in search of ripe tree nuts, exploring with seasoned suppliers on their hunts more often. She was taught how to defend herself against beetles and spiders of all varieties. She was certain this is the knowledge she needed to brave the real world.
She was wrong, but didn't know that yet.

One day while on patrol, her Mentor too thought she had what she needed and snuck from the group with her in tow. They left the grove. Something unheard of, and scaled their way, to the fabled path. It was said that long ago trade took place between the Ohom and other creatures but after the pixie's betrayal it could not be risked. They waited, and just as The Beast was about to awaken, a man - hunched back and hairy hands - came hobbling up the road. The Supplier was prepared to make a deal and halted the man by yelling as loud as he could - the man, was intrigued. He made a hard deal, but the Supplier had 5 hazelnuts to barter with and all of them did he give, for the man promised to take his charge to the fabled school of Lakoria, where several different Keepers were known to study their private magic in the past. He knew not how the school had changed or what benefit it may bring to Syke, but it was perhaps the only chance they had. He bade her farewell and she wished his hiding place was greater then that anyone had found before.

And like that she was off, on the shoulder of a stranger. A stranger with ill-intentions. A stranger who knew, that though the captive Ohom race was a common alchemical ingredient - the wild variety was hundreds of times more potent and capable of amping up the power of any spell far beyond reason. He would sell her in the market, and make an absolute killing. Unaware, Syke sang her special song, petals aglow with night fall.

Come morning she knew something was not right. She could not know where Lakoria lay, it had been so many years since the last Ohom had attended, but she knew it was not here in this bustling city of smells and noise. A place alike perhaps, but not same. Scared and frantic, inside the bag the man had so 'kindly' allowed her to rest in the night prior she scrambled to come up with a plan of escape once he refused to listen to her cries from inside the bag. Surely he could hear her in this state?! Coming up with an idea she felt along her arms and legs finding upon the side of her knee, a small thorn which had escaped shorning prior to her expedition, with a fervor she dug her knee awkwardly into the side of the canvas and cut with all she could. As soon as she felt warm air radiate on her skin she tore with her feet and fingers, tearing the sack just enough to pull her body through. She prayed her petals would not get caught before leaping onto the hard rock below. She landed upon her hands and knees, breathing shaking and eyes aflow. It seemed the man was among The Beast and she in a terrible predicament. She could do nothing but flee from where ever she was, a strange and unknown location with dangers far worse then bugs.

She was ashamed to have failed so early on, sprinting up the path that lead to a place near her home. Surprised to have survived several nights on her own, without the beast prying her apart. The light of morning shone above her and her limbs were tired. She was close to home now though, and would hate to stay away in this defeated state. The life of a supplier would surely be better suited then that of a Keeper. She tried to reason with herself, but it did not work; she knew what she was meant to be - simply, not how to accomplish it. Her pace slowed, her limbs grew heavy and her eyes once again cried most pitifully. She was really quite parched and stopped entirely. But as fate would have it on that lucky day, someone else was in the forest, following a path unknown to any flower's foot. Was she returning to the great school of Lakoria from her mountain home for the next semester? Was she visiting the forest for solace or discovery? For whatever the reason her lavender ears picked up the sound of nature's sorrow, and her careful eyes fell upon the weeping creature.

It was a fateful day indeed that Syke found not only a way to Lakoria but a composed and steadfast friend. One who very likely dished out some vigilantee justice to the man who lied in a forest deal but-you-didn't-hear-that-last-part-from-me.

Extras: Her favorite anime is Cosmic Love Katana
Ohom have strong alchemical abilities do to their magic potential; this power is potent the 'fresher' they are. please do not pedestal her body into a tincture. or let her learn what alchemy is.
Syke attracts a lot of bugs.
She carries around a matchstick as a wand.... someone, should probably warn her about that.​

Accepted

name
nevore kulani mimata

nicknames
nev, nevvie

gender
male

age
15

school year
sophomore

species
he's a merman! a half-koi, to be specific.

preferred house
logica

power(s)

• this isn't much of a power, but he can blow bubbles out of his mouth! it's really just a party trick.
• its a bit humiliating for him, but he can shoot water out of his mouth and/or hand. however, he only has limited reserves of water.
• he's a fast swimmer. like, unusually fast for a fish.
• he can summon, repel, and manipulate water, though only if it is near him or if he summons it out of his own body, of course. this feature also depends on his emotions and amount of energy in how effective it is.

sexuality
pansexual

appearance

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ART BY OUR VERY OWN SANDY SANDWICH
some more unobservable details!

• 5'7
• black hair!
• some of his skin is patched orange and dark brown, it is otherwise a light, creamy color.
• he has two forms; full-merman and mostly-human. they are quite similar, despite the fact that in his mostly-human form he acquires legs. though, he does indeed keep his tail.
• his lungs are slightly underdeveloped, and so he wears a fishbowl filled with water over his head most of the time.
• nevore's fashion sense is absolutely impeccable, and his favorite color combination is likely black and white.

personality
to begin, despite his kind-seeming appearance a large portion of nevore's personality is rude and stuck-up. he tends to be confident in his talents and has a great sense of pride, though at times it can come across as overbearing. however, nevore doesn't try to be this way, and he likely doesn't realize what an asshole he can come across sometimes. other than this, he tends to be fiercely competitive and persistent when it comes down to something he wants. admitting his defeat or ushering an apology are likely two of his most hated things to have to do. evidently, he doesn't have many soft spots. though nevore has always had certain a fascination with plants and absolutely adores anything sweet. along with this, he loves a good model and appreciates beauty highly. this ties into his love for fashion design, as he's been doing it since he was little. nevore just really loves to create clothes. okay? he loves to make clothes. he'll design, he'll create, he'll tailor and take your measurements. just ask him, but he'll probably ask for pay. if you're rich, he'll ask for it in solid gold. it's always been his dream to become a famous fashion designer one day, and he'll tell you that he's willing to gladly crush anyone who gets in his way.

backstory
despite popular belief, no, nevore did not grow up under water. in fact, his community of mer-people lived in a rather advanced group. part of the area was underwater, though a good amount of it was above. it was located on an extremely difficult to reach island in the middle of the pacific where the population thrived, barely making contact with the outside world as they had adapted to their own laws and forms of politics. the mermaids and mermans living on this island were something of legend, all harnessing a form of magic as well as the ability to change their form in some way, typically to partially resemble a human. there were other populations of the species elsewhere, but this group was fabled to be rather advanced. nevore grew up in a high-class family. his father was a politician, and his mother was an esteemed poet. they did rather well in both of their careers, with both of them being well-liked in their community. however, to nevore, they tended to be a bit cold. they would shun him until he did something worth noticing, something worth being proud of. this likely caused for his cold and defensive personality. he would stay close to his parents and shun the friends he had made or the people who tried to interact with him. eventually, his parents had told him that they wanted him to go out into the world to try to and make a name for himself, and to not come back until he had done so. though, this was not the only reason. they had grown tired of his clingy, needy, and approval-hungry personality. they sent him to lakoria, and continued on with their lives as if he had never existed.

extras

• rumor has it, our boy nevore runs a secret fashion blog under the name 'mimi★kyu'

"Everybody, everybody! Look alive, people~! Here it comes, my newest design.. I call it, the 'Cosmic Love Katana!'"

( p.s this is shit right now, i just wanted to get it out there. )

Accepted

Violetti Nikiri Elms <---- That character is accepted (I couldn't be arsed to go through the code to get just theirs )

Shiki Hachiman

​

• Power(s)
• Enhanced Abilities - Passive Abilities

• 
  
  
  Regenerative Healing Factor - Any damage taken is healed over a small course of time. ​
  
  
  Night Vision​
  - The ability to see in pure darkness without the aid of any light sources.
  
  
  Daytime Walking​
  
  
  Environmental Adaptation​
  - Able to survive and adapt to any environment and/or condition, being able to tolerate wide range of temperatures and levels of moisture, any amount/quality of sustenance, breathable medium, etc. with little or no discomfort.
• 
  The user's physical and mental abilities are above natural members of their species in that verse, beyond what can be emulated via natural training and with little to no maintaining. This entails that they are faster, stronger, more intelligent and overall superior to fellow members of their species, without being obviously supernatural.
  _________________________________________________
  
  Agility ​
  
  
  Endurance ​
  
  
  Senses​
  
  
  Speed ​
  
  
  Combat​
  
  
  Dexterity​
  
  
  Reflexes ​
  
  
  Swordsmanship ​
  
  
  Intelligence​
  
  
  Strength​

• Magical Power(s)

• 
  
  
  Blood Magic​
  - The power to perform magical feats by using blood. Form of Magic. Variation of Body Magic and Blood Manipulation. The user has the inherent power in their blood to manipulate and/or fuel spell-casting.
  
  
  Healing​
  - Can restore biotic organisms to their optimal health, curing damaged or withered organisms, wounds, broken bones, low vitality, and diseases/poisoning. Though the user may potentially heal any form of bodily damage, the patient must be alive, even if hanging by a thin thread, in order to be healed; once the patient has died, it would transcend healing and would require resurrection instead.

Gender - Male
Age - 19
School Year - Junior
Specie - Sanaedhel
Household - Logica House
Sexuality - Heterosexual

Spoiler: Personality|&|Background

• Personality
• Background

• Ever since Shiki was a child, he always kept to himself. He doesn't get close to many people. There's very few people that he calls friends but he enjoys company. Despite being the quiet type, he is very talkative when he gets very comfortable around people. What he enjoys doing the most is drawing, sleeping, taking care of flowers and creating music. His heart is very complex due to his parents but he finds true peace through his music. After being an acceptable age where he can leave his home, he went to visit many musical contest while unraveling his hidden powers that he is still learning. There's never a time where you don't see him with his necklace that has a sword on the chain.
• Shiki life wasn't as easy as many people though. As being the next heir of his family, he's been through many extreme training regiments due to his strict parents. His heart began to slowly and slowly grow darker due to what he had to do and what kind of man he had to being since being the next leader of the family was a huge task. Shiki was really into ruling the family or having any connection with his family since he wasn't interested. After many struggling years of training, he was finally able to get a break.
  
  During that break, he was introduced to something that cured his dark soul that helped him come to his senses. The sound of music, the sight of many different flowers that he never seen since he was locked up in his home. He would go sight seeing into different areas that he isn't suppose to be in. One of the areas was a forbidden area where elves aren't suppose to visit since it was the enemies land. Yet, being the curious man he is, he went ahead anyway. That decision is what made his life change, since that area was ran by vampires. During his exploration, he was encountered by a vampire. After eyes were met with one another, both of them would start battling. Took 20 mins for this fight to end, with Shiki being the winner. Hearing about the powers that the vampires had and what they were able to do, he was curious to what it would be like if he had those powers too. Placing two of his fingers in the blood of the dead vampire, he would taste it.
  
  A strong pain would go through his chest, collapsing on the ground, holding his chest. Gasping for air and groaning in pain for 2 mins straight until he passed out. Slowly waking up, surrounded around noble vampires, many questions were asked as very few were answered due to the hoarse in his voice. After the interrogation was over without any fighting happening, Shiki as released and went home as he was greeted with weapons. Being shunned from his homeland, he went off searching for places were he wasn't hated or looked down for who he now is. After hearing about Lakoria High School from a passing traveler, Shiki would then make his final destination to that High School.

Extras: Cosmic Love Katana

Sorry for taking so Long on this man. I really am. The mods (Especially me) have got busy and we kinda cocked up a bit, we all thought one of the other mods had accepted you. So again sorry about that, but now we've got that all sorted out, so the mods should be really prompt now.. or at least I will . The only thing I would ask, is to get rid of a couple of the Enhanced abilities and the environmental adaptation.

 

[NyxDarling]

GingerBread Fixed~!

 

[GingerBread]

LOCKED

Nero
"'Us'? There's no 'us'. You're on your own, kiddo."
​

|| Name ||
"What's a... name?"
He calls himself "Nero", meaning "Water" in Greek.

|| Gender ||
"Well... I have this 'penis', in human terms.."
Male

|| Age ||
"I..don't remember.."
He guesses 15

|| School year ||
"Is this a hierarchy? Why is there a hierarchy on land?"
Freshman

|| Species ||
Nero Siren

Spoiler: Description

Sirens are creatures in Greek Mythology in which they use their voices to enchant sailors to their doom. All though real sirens have wings and are not water deities, Nero Sirens do not. They are water deities. Sirens are not to be confused with mermaids. Sirens eat fish and other small sea critters. They are simply beings with no soul.. they are made of sea foam. They have this incredible voice that they use to lure in sailors and enchant them. Their song is usually beautiful with a hint of sadness. When sirens leave the water, they grow legs, and are able to walk on land. However, their feet and legs are very sensitive. Even a mosquito bite on their legs would be extremely painful. They have supernatural beauty as well.

|| Preferred House ||
Journey

|| Power(s) ||
o Siren's Song
o Supernatural Beauty
o Talking to Water Creatures

|| Sexuality ||
"What's a.. sexuality?"
Asexual (Or.. is he?)

|| Personality ||
Nero is a very energetic boy who's very curious. He loves discovering new things.. especially when he's on land. Hell, that's the reason why he arrived on land. He's very enthusiastic about everything, and very positive. He's very sarcastic and sneaky, and he's also very comedic. He uses jokes to break the ice, and he really wants to fit in with everyone, and tries to refrain from singing. However, he's also really short tempered and cocky. He's extremely bold, and not so smart.

|| Extras ||

Spoiler: Theme

Cosmic Love Katana

Accepted

 

[Silvis]

CHARACTER SHEET

Name:
Sylva

Gender:
Female

Age:
16

School year:
Sophomore transfer student

Species:
Pixie

Preferred House:
Journey

Power(s):
1. Illusion: She is capable of creating illusions of most anything but most have short time spans with only very few able to be permanent.
2. Shape Change: She is able to change her shape into that of any creature she has seen before (though if turning into a humanoid she can not turn into a specific person) and is able to alter her physical appearance. Her primary form has been used so much it barely consumes energy but usually it takes a lot of energy for her to become larger so she needs regular breaks. The largest she can currently become for even a short while is an average teenage male.
3. Flight: She has wings and can fly at moderate speed and even perfectly hover in place.
4. Invisibility: She can turn invisible at will.

Sexuality:
Yes please! Pansexual

Appearance:

In her true form as pictured above she is only a foot tall and rarely shows this form to others. Her form she wears to class and most often is pictured below.


Personality:
She is a mischievous little devil of a pixie who views big folk as toys for pranking. She is otherwise a kind and caring girl to small folk or those who earn her affection. She almost never wears her true appearance around others until they earn both her affection and her trust with the exception of when she's drunk. She is a party girl in the sense that she's always up for fun but has only been to a few parties due to not having many friends willing to invite a trouble making pixie. She still doesn't know how to tell when a prank is going too far. She has had a rough relationship history due to not believing in closed monogamous relationships as she is polyamorous. She is often seen snacking and claims out helps restore her energy.

Backstory:
She started out as a mostly innocent pixie living with her family in some woods but once humans built a new suburb nearby people started entering her territory and she became a prankster. One day she took a prank too far and got a human child hurt in a fall and he broke his wrist. After that she had to leave home to avoid bringing trouble to her family for a while and used her abilities to blend in with humans and learning about their world. In her third year as a high school freshmen she met a witch and heard about Lakoria so she set applied to transfer and here she is.

Extras: Favourite pranks include dropping water on people, using illusions and shape changing to stir up relationship trouble, and convincing geeks they've entered an anime and getting them to yell cosmic love katana.
She once turned into a manatee but quickly passed out and hasn't tried since.

 

[GingerBread]

Ophione is watching

Name: XII (nickname: elusia)

Gender: Female

Age: 16

School year: Sophomore

Species: demi-titan


Preferred House: opHione SeEs aLL
Put me where i fit?

Power(s):l
Titan strength: her srength is half of that of a trueblood titan. Nary, this doest change the fact that she is hella strong. She can lift/pull/push...in general upwards of a 100 metric tons of force. If she goes farther than this she begins to tear and break muscle bones within her body. To push past this she has to train on a daily to increase her bodys ability to handle higher stress levels.

Titan insight: XII Its like spider sense, she cant see into the future. she just get warning signals from any incoming danger, immediate danger.

OPHIONE: I forgot...why cant i remember...what am i...who...am i. ( something has caused XII to lose all of her memory's except for a small few tidbits here and there. This power causes her to have a constant aura or energy about her which slowly regenerates her health, and can cause her to go into a blackout rage. in this state, her strength and perception increase tenfold, but can kill her if she stays in it for to long
OpHIone was the one whOm wrote thIS

Sexuality:
Bi as heck

Appearance:
View attachment 432055

Personality:
Judgmental and misunderstands what people try to say to her. Shes blunt and forward with how she feel and with what she sees, shes kind and soft when needing and harsh and brutal when required. She basically a mix of everything. Because of not knowing anything about herself she looks outwards in curiosity to everything else.
CaNt YOu sEE

Backstory: ((more of an intro, you shall learn more about her as the her character progresses. mysteries are fun, yeah!?))
it started with a breathe, shallow at first. Yet slowly growing in strength, the small ember of life flickering briefly between her eyes. Thoughts, ideas, memory's all crashing down. And as they broke against the background of her mind. She saw the fleeting remnants of such said intricies, saw little of the vast knowledge they contained. And as they faded, she was left with nothing except the sound lf the wind against her back. And the label XII Branded on her back, that along with O written along her wrist in cursive. Without a memory in her head she set off towards the rising sun. for months she wandered the forest that she had woken in, no civilization, no sound, just her. she remembered needing food, but she no longer hungered, she remembered needing water, but she no longer thirsted. Her body seemed fragile, as if a movement of any sort would cause a crack or tear in her form. But she knew this to not be true. she could feel the firmness of her muscles and the solidity of her form as she stood. So as she slowly traversed the vast forest, she trained her body, tested her limits. By the end of the year, she had made a trail of havoc from one end of the forest to the next. that is when, because of the abundant amount of sound and damage she had done, she had been found by the police. this was at the age of 15, she was taken into custody for questioning, but they couldn't get a word out of her, not because she didn't want to talk, no, nary she didnt know how to. Words that left the lips of the people around her, merely went in one ear and out the other. Most of the police force were terrified her, thought her a killer and deemed her insane. so they sent her to a psych ward, here she was taught how to speak, how to act in the way of a normal human. She was taught by a boy, of the name john, the only one who wasn't afraid of her, who wouldn't run away. they stayed like this, hanging out day in and day out. learning new things about the world from the inside of an insane asylum, and eventually her and john plotted a plan to escape. which was quickly found out. So the doctors of the insane asylum decided to separate the two...and XII blacked out, only to wake up to red, blood red, broken walls and shattered iron bars. And the taste of iron in her mouth, it was a blood bath, everyone was gone...again. so she picked herself up. grabbed johns dead body and buried it, then walked towards the sunset once again. and this time, within a second she was before lakoria high. standing covered in blood and confused as to what just happened.
ThiS IS ONlY ThE beGiNNinG


Extras: cosmic love katana

((sorry the effort in this isn't maximum, i work alotttt))​

The only thing I'd say is maybe decrease the amount her strength increases, cause she can already lift 100 metric tons, right? Ten times that is quite a lot

 

[NyxDarling]

The only thing I'd say is maybe decrease the amount her strength increases, cause she can already lift 100 metric tons, right? Ten times that is quite a lot

K. Brought it down to x4

 

[GingerBread]

K. Brought it down to x4

Also, I forgot to ask this before, sorry. But how long is too long?

 

[NyxDarling]

GingerBread about 10 minutes is her top right now

 

[GingerBread]

GingerBread about 10 minutes is her top right now

For the entire day? cause that's cool with me. Accepted.

 

[GingerBread]

CHARACTER SHEET

Name:
Claude Summers

Gender:
Male

Age:
15

School year:
Freshman

Species:
Human Polymorph

Preferred House:
Logica

Power(s):
As a polymorph, at the cost of physical exertion, Claude can "reform" his body temporarily to meet the needs of a challenge; on a dime, he can sprout horns like a bull from his hand, change his skin texture and attributes, increase his muscular density, or simply change his size. Energy consumption is exponential, meaning as changes get more drastic linearly, the energy drain becomes more drastic exponentially. For example, Claude can deadlift his own weight, roughly 130 pounds, once. If he wanted to, say, improve his strength about ten percent, so that his maximum deadlift was 143 pounds, he would likely be able to sustain that form indefinitely if he so desired. He obviously wouldn't--that would be uncomfortable and unnecessary, like flexing all day--but he could. If he increased his deadlift by 50%, to 196 pounds, he could likely do so for two hours before it became too much and he passed out from exhaustion. If he increased it by 100%, to 260 pounds, he could sustain the form for one hour, and every additional 50% there after would slice the time in half. If he were to sustain the form necessary to break the "mundane" deadlifting record of 1102.3 pounds--a task requiring a 750% increase in strength-- he could do so for less than half a second before passing out.
Note that strength isn't the only change that can be made, just one of the easier ones to scale to give an example. The true power of Polymorph abilities becomes versatility in application, such as camouflage, clearing of obstacles, creating forms and organs on the body to be able to breathe underwater or survive harsh impacts, et cetera.

Sexuality:
Heterosexual

Appearance:

Personality:
Claude is known for being very mild, as well as very personable and empathetic. He is honest to a fault; lying is bordering on impossible to him, and you can always tell the few times he tries, and he has trouble keeping secrets with the potential to cause harm. While he is no noble knight who will stand for any just cause--in fact, he's kind of a coward--he will often stand by a friend, even in the face of overwhelming adversity. That is, after trying to convince the friend to backtread, of course. He listens to the concerns of friends, and tries to talk them through their issues, despite how terrible he is at it. He tries to moderate conflicts between people he knows, often to disastrous results, but his heart is in the right place. However, he is willing to back off at the request of a friend in any case, as he trusts them and their judgement as he would want them to trust him.

While his demeanor around males is very typical, being very boyish and mildly vulgar, his attitude around women practically defines social anxiety, especially around people he finds attractive. However, he constantly feels the impulse to talk rather than not talk, leading to rather embarrassing foot-in-mouth spirals where he tries to talk himself out of a stupid thing he just said on impulse, often leading to it getting worse. He talks rapidly, and often has spaces of pause in his rapid fire rants where he tries to regain his train of thought, but he often ends up stumbling on his words anyway. He is incapable of flirting effectively, and has about as much game as stale bread.

His sense of humor tends to be satirical and tongue-in-cheek, often playfully making jabs at people he knows while also giving criticism in the name of good fun. He manage to pull this sort of humor from a typically upbeat air about him when he is in a good mood that makes him easier to dismiss as joking. He can be serious, however, and in fact the contrast is stark, making easy to tell when he means what he says.

Claude doesn't stand up to criticism, ridicule, or threat well. He generally shrinks away from confrontation, and would hardly ever think to start one on his own. This often gives him a reputation of being spineless whenever he is faced with adversity. He despises looking that way to other people, but doesn't have it in him to stand against someone else to fix it.

Claude has a complex about his relatively short resting stature of 5' 7".

Extras:
Cosmic Love Katana

(Sorry, I'm short on time, a bit rusty from being out of practice, and I had to do this on mobile. I might revamp this later, but I hope it's in a usable state as is.)​

Accepted

 

[GingerBread]

CHARACTER SHEET

Name:
Sylva

Gender:
Female

Age:
16

School year:
Sophomore transfer student

Species:
Pixie

Preferred House:
Journey

Power(s):
1. Illusion: She is capable of creating illusions of most anything but most have short time spans with only very few able to be permanent.
2. Shape Change: She is able to change her shape into that of any creature she has seen before (though if turning into a humanoid she can not turn into a specific person) and is able to alter her physical appearance. Her primary form has been used so much it barely consumes energy but usually it takes a lot of energy for her to become larger so she needs regular breaks. The largest she can currently become for even a short while is an average teenage male.
3. Flight: She has wings and can fly at moderate speed and even perfectly hover in place.
4. Invisibility: She can turn invisible at will.

Sexuality:
Yes please! Pansexual

Appearance:
View attachment 432901
In her true form as pictured above she is only a foot tall and rarely shows this form to others. Her form she wears to class and most often is pictured below.

View attachment 432916
Personality:
She is a mischievous little devil of a pixie who views big folk as toys for pranking. She is otherwise a kind and caring girl to small folk or those who earn her affection. She almost never wears her true appearance around others until they earn both her affection and her trust with the exception of when she's drunk. She is a party girl in the sense that she's always up for fun but has only been to a few parties due to not having many friends willing to invite a trouble making pixie. She still doesn't know how to tell when a prank is going too far. She has had a rough relationship history due to not believing in closed monogamous relationships as she is polyamorous. She is often seen snacking and claims out helps restore her energy.

Backstory:
She started out as a mostly innocent pixie living with her family in some woods but once humans built a new suburb nearby people started entering her territory and she became a prankster. One day she took a prank too far and got a human child hurt in a fall and he broke his wrist. After that she had to leave home to avoid bringing trouble to her family for a while and used her abilities to blend in with humans and learning about their world. In her third year as a high school freshmen she met a witch and heard about Lakoria so she set applied to transfer and here she is.

Extras: Favourite pranks include dropping water on people, using illusions and shape changing to stir up relationship trouble, and convincing geeks they've entered an anime and getting them to yell cosmic love katana.
She once turned into a manatee but quickly passed out and hasn't tried since.

Accepted

 

[Shagranoz]

(For those who manage to catch off her guard, there's a large, stitched-up wound under her left breast, where the heart would be. Close examination will reveal that it happened around the time of death, and there has been no healing post-death.)

Name: Rebecca Van Zant

Gender: Female

Age: 14

Year: Freshman

Species: Undead Witch (Lich)

Preferred House: Journey

Powers: Necromancy- Rebecca can raise zombies and call spirits back from the afterlife. She wants to learn other aspects of magic, but necromancy's where she's best.

Personality: For a dead girl, Rebecca's pretty lively. She's a pretty fun person to be around, and always enjoys putting a smile on other people's faces. She does have a problem with a short attention span, though.

Other: Rebecca's method of undeath consisted of moving her soul into a crystal, then implanting that crystal in her body. She chose her ribcage, right where her heart would have been. If the crystal is removed, she will still be able to see, if blurrily, and remotely operate her body via necromancy, but she will not be able to hear or communicate with the outside world. If her crystal is destroyed, her soul will go... well, wherever souls go.

Those sensitive to dark magic will notice a steady pulse of it coming from her crystal once a second- her equivalent of a heartbeat.

Cosmic Love Katana

 

[Silvis]

• Kareek's Answers
• Wizard's Answers

• 
  
  Name:
  "I am Kareek. In my land i am dubbed käärmeen kuningas."
  
  Gender:
  "Why does it concern you?"
  Male
  
  Age:
  "I am nearing maturity."
  Basilisk can live a few hundred years but he is the equivalent of a 17 year old human.
  
  School year:
  "I'm not sure what those are. This is my first year of this hell."
  Freshman
  
  Species:
  "I am a basilisk the king of all snakes!"
  
  Preferred House:
  "I was told Haven would make me feel at home at least."
  
  Power(s):
  "Were I unhindered my eyes would bestow death but now I can only temporarily paralyze or petrify. My venom could fell dragons but now I can only paralyze my victims. Do not think me weak though for I can still crush and devour you."
  He is bound by two magical necklaces. One limits his powers to be nonlethal unless in self defense and the other allows him to communicate with humans and shrink his size from 25 ft long and 1250 pounds to a measly 3 ft and 6 pounds.
  Sexuality:
  "I can only mate with females."
  
  Appearance:
  
  Big
  
  
  
  Small (Temp)
  
  
  
  Personality:
  "I am a king."
  He is a very cruel being that views the world as prey, enemy, servant, or mate. Before he met the wizard he could almost be considered laid back as his disdain for the world kept him in his den unless he was hungry. Now though, he is openly spiteful and bitter. He is clever and a quick learner but he unfortunately uses said cleverness to scheme against those he has unilaterally decided are his enemies. His only true goal is to graduate and get his freedom back.
  
  Backstory:
  Some may describe his early life as being the big fish of a small pond but they would quickly be eaten. He was hatched near his dead mother that was slain by some form of magic and struggled from there to begin eating. Before long he had eaten and grown his way to the top of the food chain. There he stayed for so long the local humans started to learn of him and dubbed him käärmeen kuningas. Unfortunately a wizard showed up and decided to make him a familiar and after a vicious battle the wizard succeeded in subduing him but failed the familiar binding. The wizard as such used a conditional binding where he had to attend Lakoria and if he graduated he would be free again but if he got expelled he would become a familiar. As if to add insult to injury the wizard attached two magic necklaces to him and cursed them so that he may not purposely remove them.
  
  Extras: He has a hate list that is organized by priority of hate.
  1. The wizard
  2. Magical people
  3. Humans
  4. Humanoids
  5. Non-snake creatures
  6. Snakes that serve humanoids
  7. Snakes that serve anyone but him
  8. Non-snakes that serve him
  9. Snakes that serve him
  10. His future mate
  He believes this covers everyone. He has declared that the next person to jokingly attack him while yelling "cosmic love katana" will be swallowed broken but alive.
  
• 
  
  Name:
  "When he's big I call him Mr. Noodles. When he's small I call him Mr. Slithers. Oh, and when he's angry I call him adorable!"
  
  Gender:
  "He's my baby boy snek."
  
  Age:
  "My band spanking new familiar."
  
  School year:
  "Make him a freshman and then expel him as a junior please and thank you."
  
  Species:
  "My familiar is a basilisk how freaking cool is that!"
  
  Preferred House:
  "Haven because it needs a place it can uncoil after a stressful day, oh and maybe get expelled for bullying."
  
  Power(s):
  "They are a magic snake that kills things!"
  
  Sexuality:
  "Teach my boi to love everything."
  
  Appearance:
  "So he's a big green snake of death that becomes the cuddliest little snek."
  
  Personality:
  "He's a problem child but you'll fix that I'm sure. Maybe he's just a natural tsundere?"
  
  Backstory:
  "He spent his life unknowingly training to be my familiar. He trained sooo much that he actually resisted the binding so I had to conditionally bind him using my old high school. I like to think we bonded on the way to the school and over my gifts I made him."
  

Feel free to look up what käärmeen kuningas means.