Realistic or Modern Under the Crimson Moon Characters

[JuniperBoi]

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[Maeve Valor]

Name: Celia Terrakal
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Height: 9' 1" (If she is stretched out but normally she is 5' 10" to fit in)
Weight: 225 lbs (Never bring it up though, her scales make her pretty heavy)
Monster Species/Clan: Gorgon
Personality: She is a nosy person that likes to get the "deets" on everything going on in the campus. Most of the time she acts stuck up and a know-it-all.
Likes: Rumors, books, and her snakes.
Dislikes: Humiliation, losing, and liars.
Bio: She was home-schooled for a majority of her time as a kid due to the worry that she might turn others to stone. That was until her parents were given the letter and they decided to make an effort to get Celia to socialize with other people her age. They managed to acquire some enchanted glasses that is supposed to keep her from casting her stone curse. Elated, Celia started learning at the academy. She wanted to get to know everyone she met to the point where it turned into an obsession. She eventually ended up being a reporter for the newspaper, always being the first one at the scene for any juicy events going on in the campus.

Description of Appearance/Photo: Except more scaly

 

[ThatWhichShouldBe]

Name: David Whateley
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Height: 6' 3
Weight: 180 lbs
Reason for coming here: If there are monsters in the world, might as well get to know them, no?
Monster Species/Clan: Scion of Ŷ̶̙o̴̰͛g̴̺̀-̵̗͘S̴͎̉o̸̺̓ț̴̋h̶̠͝o̶͕̅t̸̫͒h̶͇̐. A creature unlike almost anything the Monster world has seen before. There are no clans for him. He has a mortal guise, and a true form composed of impossible substances. In his true form, he is freakishly strong and fast, though relatively less durable than such physical ability would indicate. He's not invincible however; 'banishing' magics instead deal incredible damage to his mixed essence. He also has a natural talent for magic, particularly that relating to time and space. Manipulating such aspects of the cosmos comes as reflexive as breathing to him, though he has his limits. No time-travel, for one thing, he's no god.
Personality: David Whately is a rather strange young man. He has some of the perspective of a rather ordinary human, his mother managing to instill some mortal values in him, but he has a distinctly alien view on time, space, and the natural course of events. One could simply mistake him for a well-meaning but… eccentric person, if it were not for the far-away look in his eyes at all times. He's a perfectly pleasant person to get to know, but it's simply this sense that he's viewing everyone around him like some kind of... exhibition in a gallery. With a sort of distance one cannot be ever fully sure one can bridge.
Likes: Poetry, Combat, Learning about Monster Society, Higher Mathematics, Interesting People, Performing Magic(Both Real and Fake), Singing
Dislikes: Cruelty, Boredom, Tragedy, Keeping Poor Track of Time, Discordant noise, Malicious Incompetence
Bio: There are spots in the world where the veil is weak. Where, with the right conjunction of stars and resonances and emotions, the Gods Beyond can break through. Yog-Sothoth knows each and every one of these places. He is these places, as well as every other place and time. He permits entry when permissible, he forbids it when impermissible. The heavens may move and the earth may grow bleak and cold, but Yog-Sothoth is eternal. But neither is he without a heart, neither is he without a soul. One quiet evening on a misty moor, a woman sang with the light of the stars and moon alone to keep her company. The stars aligned, the ancient geometries of the glade communing with a greater intelligence. And for a short while, perhaps a minute or so, a second voice sang with her. It was older than the seas and the mountains, and it sang a song that had not been heard since a Roman Emperor sat in Byzantium. But sing it did.

Nine months later, David Whateley was born.

His childhood was rather strange, for a number of reasons. Strange occurrences, sprouting tentacles in the cradle, that sort of thing. His mother kept things well in hand, and for a time it might have well turned out to be an 'ordinary' existence, if only one particular incident hadn't introduced David Whateley to the moonlit world. Not everything is peachy clean, after all. Well, one night some idiot vampire decided to have a rather illicit snack, breaking into the Whateley's humble little home. He'd done it before and if he cleaned everything up right, nobody would notice. His fangs were about to sink into Lily Whateley's neck when David took offense to his mother being turned into a bloodbag. So he turned the vampire into a paperweight.

More precisely, using a little magic trick of spacial manipulation, he compressed the vampire's 'space' into a cube.

Members the clan investigating the vampire's disappearance eventually found out what happened, and from there it was a great hubbub before David Whateley was shipped off to the Academy, and the vampiric criminal un-cubed for sentencing by Monster Court, or whatever justice system Monsters used. David didn't care much. He had much more exciting things to be doing.

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Spoiler: Heir of the Key and the Gate

Spoiler: Take away the mask, and be reminded: This is Divinity.

 

[DSLIX]

Name: Aolani "AK" King

Age: 16

Gender: Male

Height: 6'7

Weight: 250 Ibs

Reason for coming here: Make something of himself

Monster Species/Clan: Orc

Personality:
Firm and honest, but he can't sugar coat his words so can easily be seen as cold or disrespectful. He's not quick to temper but he's very proud and clever so if you offend him he'll get you back. Though if you don't get off on the wrong foot with him he can be a very calm and enjoyable presence to be around.

Likes: Challenges, Learning, Training, Food, Kindness, and Chocolate

Dislikes: Sweets, Unnecessary rudeness, and Lies

Bio:
Son of a Warmonger Orc Chief with no mother, Aolani grew up learning the art of war. His father tried to make him the ultimate warrior and a unshakeable leader which is how he got a pair of weighted gloves for his first birthday and taught martial arts until he could wield a sword and learn to properly use it. At the age of 10 his father deemed him battle worthy and led him into his first warzone. Threw the ages 10 to 13 he fought on a battlefield with until the war ended. After the war though Aolani with now nothing to do explored his kingdom until he found a portal in some buried ruins that leads to the human realm. After experimenting for months instead of him going through the portal a human came through it. Instead of him killing the human though he became friends with her. Rachel was the human's name and they got along rather well as they would teach other about their worlds and adventure with each other in the forest making it a habit to sneak out on his free time to see if he can see her. Aolani now a coming of age Orc he convinced his father to let him pursue an education as he has to prepare to become chief once his father becomes to old or dies. For two years, he spent his days in a room full of books and paper and discovered that he was blessed with the gift of magic and has a strong affinity for wind . His Father caught wind of the academy and decided this would be a good time to send his son out in the world to become great and represent the Orc race.
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[MisoraUni]

Spoiler: Yume Kisora - Student

Name: Yume Kisora (Written with family name first)
Nickname(s): Kiki

Age: 18 | Birthday: January 10th
Gender: Female
Height: 4”11 | 150cm - humanoid form || 7”3 | 221 cm - Dream Eater form
Weight: 150 lbs | 68kg - humanoid form || Weightless - Dream eater form

Reason for coming here: She was curious about what going to school would be like.

Monster Species/Clan: No clan - Dream Eater / Baku - As stated on wikipedia: Legend has it that a person who wakes up from a bad dream can call out to baku. A child having a nightmare in Japan will wake up and repeat three times, "Baku-san, come eat my dream." Legends say that the baku will come into the child's room and devour the bad dream, allowing the child to go back to sleep peacefully. However, calling to the baku must be done sparingly, because if he remains hungry after eating one's nightmare, he may also devour their hopes and desires as well, leaving them to live an empty life. The baku can also be summoned for protection from bad dreams prior to falling asleep at night.

Since Kisora is a Dream eater/ Baku she has an innate affinity for Dream magic which allows her to come out of her body and walk into the dreams of others whether it be a night dream while asleep or a daydream. She can alter nightmares into good dreams and vice versa (She only gives bad people nightmares). She can also take away all dreams which leaves the person empty (yet again only does this to those who deserve it).

Personality: Kisora, being a rare creature, doesn’t open up to others instantly. She's more of the type to have her head down doodling in her sketchbook rather than trying to interact with others. However this doesn’t mean she doesn’t want friends. Anyone who would want to make a good relationship with her would be wise to start slow. It’s best to not be abrasive with Kisora, lest she hide away in a dreamworld. Once one gets to know her Kisora is a free-spirited girl with a soft spot for the moon and stars in the night sky, she’s what you could call a moonchild. Her head is in the clouds 80 percent of the time, filled with an imagination that you’d think only a child could have. Although it may seem like she isn’t paying attention, she is actually very aware of her surroundings.

Likes: The Arts | Drawing | Dancing | music | Dreams | History (of both Humans and Monsters/ Mythical creatures) | Nature | The night hours | Astronomy

Dislikes: Human food and drink (because all the sustenance she needs is dreams lol) | loud noises | self centered people | bright lights (will add more when I think of more)

Spoiler: Bio

Kisora hales from Japan, specifically from a temple that belongs to a deity. This deity is Kisora’s mother figure because Dream eaters do not have parents. They simply come into existence when a child has its first nightmare, and they take on the family name that said child belongs to. For the first few years of her life, Kisora was aimlessly wandering from dream to dream, learning about the ways of the Earth from human dreams along the way. She had a slight obsession with going into teenagers dreams specifically because of this thing they call “school.” Kisora wondered what going to school would be like, would she find people to be friends with? She got more and more curious each time a teenager dreamed about school.

After another year she happened upon a child sleeping inside a deity’s temple. The deity of the temple was sitting next to the child, silently watching over the child with a melancholy expression. Kisora shifted over to the deity, “What happened? Is something wrong with the child?” The deity side glanced at the young dream eater. “Her parents left her here and never came back. I’m simply watching over her until someone with more of a kind soul comes to retrieve her.” Kisora tilted her head. “Will there be a person like that?” The deity nodded softly. Kisora then sat down next to the deity to wait. Soon afterwards, someone did come. A man that looked to be a university student came to pray at the temple. After praying he saw the child in a corner past a statue of the deity. The man took the child and raised it as his own.

After the man had taken the child, Kisora watched as the deity stood up, looking into the direction of the man walking away in the distance. A tear rolled down the glowing deity’s face. “The girl is in good hands now.” she said. The deity then turned around and began to fade back into the divine realm. “Wait! Where are you going? What’s your name? Can I stay with you?” Kisora reached her hand out for the deity’s hand. The deity turned around to face Kisora. “Come with me child.” The moment the deity spoke, Kisora realized which one she was. She is the deity / goddess known as Kannon, the goddess of compassion and mercy. Kisora went with Kannon to the divine realm and would then live with the deity, going back and forth from the divine realm and the human realm to help upkeep the temple.

Once Kisora was of a teen age, Kannon gave Kisora a letter from which she received from a school for monsters and other mystical beings. “I know how you’ve always been wanting to go to school, so I found a special one with more beings like you. It is a place where you’ll find kindred spirits.” Kannon gave the letter to Kisora. “Now go. live your life, Kisora. Don’t just eat dreams, fulfill your own dreams as well.” And with a gentle tap on the shoulder, Kisora was teleported to the entrance of the school with a suitcase of new clothes, and dream eater relics, along with a statue of Kannon, should Kisora ever want a chat with her.

Affiliations/ Relations:
Adoptive mother: Kannon the Deity
Romantic Interest: -OPEN-
Friends:-OPEN-
Enemies:-OPEN-

Spoiler: Appearance

All art is made by me btw :>
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[Huntertabbysandshark3]

Name: Aloren
Age: 18
Gender: tend to consider self male but me
Height: stands around 5'5 most of the time
Weight: 500kg no ones is sure how
Reason for coming here: here for an acting course but would rather become a doctor in the future
Monster Species/Clan: mimic
Personality: bit of a cheeky streak and enjoys abusing his powers for shits and giggles, mostly because he feels self-conscious about how his identity is made up of mostly just copying others and trends it a real issue for him tho he refuses to admit he had a problem with it
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Bio: not to much to say about Aloren the mimic comes for a family of actors and extra not overtly famous or anything just standard fair for mimic in a sense tho the boy has asperation to be a random background extra in everything he kinda wanted to be a doctor.. and not just well copy everyone else.. tho.. being a mimic its hard to actually get away from that

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true form

usuall form

 

[CoquetteRising]

Spoiler: Mikaru Profile

Name:
Mikaru Sovann

Age:
16 Years Old.

Gender:
Female.

Height:
5'1

Weight:
153lbs.

Reason for coming here:
Was enrolled by her father, he wanted a safer place for her.

Monster Species:
Fox Demon/Kitsune

Personality:
Mikaru is a sweet girl who tries to be nice to everyone, though she prefers to stay to herself. She suffers from extreme anxiety due to being sheltered from the outside world, being taught to fear everything and everyone no matter what.

Likes:
She enjoys anime, drawing, writing, and wants to get into coding!

Dislikes:
Loud noises, too many people, being acknowledged

Bio:
Mikaru was born into a rich family, her mother dying of mysterious causes. Her father was a CEO, pretending to be human so he wouldn't face danger. Mikaru's father was very distant, leaving her alone to do whatever with his money. This lasted until she was 15, until her father decided that this life wasn't good for her and decided to enroll her into the school, finally letting her go into the real world.

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[archur]

Name: Cassandra Cobbs. Cassie to friends, "Sandy" to people with a deathwish.
Age: 17
Gender: Female, most of the time.
Height: 5'2, some of the time.
Weight: Barely 126lbs, but fluctuates greatly.
Reason for coming here: This was never her choice, but her father's, for her own protection.
Monster Species/Clan: Changeling/Lesser Fae​

Personality: Cassie is a self-described "Badass you don't want to fuck with" and wears that on her sleeve, oftentimes quite literally. Impatient, brutally honest, and loud are three of many words one could describe Cassandra, and those would be very accurate in regards to her. However, loyal, understanding, and full of passion are words that too describe her. She is a fiery girl that is willing to fight anything and anyone for what she believes in, or just because. Though she may be hard to befriend, once she does make that connection, she doesn't let go, no matter what. Her friends are the most important thing to her, and she'd do anything for them.

Bio: Born, or rather, created by a creature from another realm for some unknown purpose, Cassandra Cobbs was stolen from her crib at the age of two and replaced by a fetch, better known as a changeling. This creature was not imbued with any special purpose, born to melt away after a mere month of being replaced to fill the parents with horror after realizing that they have failed to protect their infant child. After a week, the signs appeared. The changeling's skin began to bubble and froth, their cries became ethereal and distant, only to increase in volume exponentially. Any reasonable parent, according to the stories, would kill or toss the changeling out to the woods.

Trevor Cobbs was no reasonable man. He was a businessman who clawed his way up to the top just to get to his position and was a workaholic. After his wife died in childbirth, he realized that he had spent no time with her before she had died, and resolved that no matter what, he'd take care of the child she gave to him. He did not know she was a changeling, and after a tumultuous few months, the otherworldly screeching at 3 AM, the melting flesh, the dissolving into flowers, seemed to end, and his research had begun.

All of the signs pointed to what she was: a changeling. His actual daughter was gone, and now he had whatever this thing that was in the shape of his daughter. However, a fact that stuck out to him was that they were only supposed to exist for a month before simply turning to skin and bones, flaking away in their crib. His 'daughter' was still around, cooing as she was falling fast asleep in her crib. He remembered the promise he made to himself and his dead wife, and continued to raise her as his own, keeping his new daughter's origin a secret until she was ready.

At the age of 16, Cassandra learned that she was able to change the color of her skin after accidentally bleaching it when washing her clothes, the white stripping away all of her pigmentation and spreading across her body until she became albino. Her father was able to find answers on how to fix her in the form of a letter delivered by Lumen's School for Monsters. After her 17th birthday, it was time for the new school year to begin.

Likes: Music, playing the guitar, and singing with her old band, Trainwrecks. Listening to music, shapeshifting, spooking people, pranks.
Dislikes: Staying in one place for too long, losing an argument or fight, admitting to being wrong, actually not admitting to being wrong when she knows she's wrong, taking shapeshifting requests.


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[Vagabond Spectre]

Lumen's School of Monsters
Student Identification​

Name: Clair De Lune
Age: 16
Gender: Female
D.O.B: Feb/20 (Not her actual birthday but it is the day she was adopted)
Height: 5'1
Weight: 1 lb
Monster Classification: Shadow Person (Ghost class)
Physical Description:
Clair is a monster student who takes the form of a teenage female human physique. Gathering detailed physical descriptions of the student has been a bit of a challenge. As she is a Monster of a variant of Shadow People. Shadow people are known all around the globe. Each has its own name and variants. Clair is one of the more humanly clear varieties. She is described to be of a petite figure, well postured with short bob hair clearing her silhouette. An interesting trait among Shadow People is that Shadow People like Clair have a Vantablack effect on their overall physical body. (In other words, light does not reflect on their skin or hair.) Observing them with the naked eye. One might find her hard to look at, appearing as a 2-dimensional figure despite being completely 3-dimensional with a simple walk-around. It may take a while to find that Clair has no distinguishable facial structure but rather a blank flat face (Similar to a faceless mannequin)

In addition, to least adding visual depth to the student. She is encouraged to wear grey or white gloves to help express emotions more clearly. While the bow on the back of her hair is not a recommendation. She does wear the black-colored bow as an indication of which direction she is facing. Despite human clothing making it already an indication. To explain the physicality, Clair appears to be "somewhat" in a solid-state. She is able to physically interact with most things like a normal human does. Saying somewhat because sometimes Clair phases through certain solid objects from time to time. On rare occasions, there may be at least eyes to the young Shadow Lass. When encountering high amounts of emotions. She reveals white eyes from where one would assume eyes would be.

Behavioral Observation Record

Personality: It is a common behavior among many Shadow People to be very observant, enigmatic, and downright unsettling upon the first encounter. Clair is not exclusive to this typical behavior. Although upon further observation, Clair does not intend to distress those who she encounters. If anything she is generally polite and reserved under the cryptic nature.

Within digging deeper into the quiet nature of Clair, to call her a mute is not factual but understandable why she called so, mostly. The student often displays hand gestures and human body language more and makes verbal conversations her last option, often making them brief. Through telepathic like verbal language. (Note: The student lacks a face meaning no mouth, to talk conventionally. She uses an ability that one would call telepathy. This telepathic ability works like a mouth with more than a single link. If she speaks to another student, any student in the vicinity would be at "earshot" to mentally hear what she is saying. This telepathic voice only works one way (Unless the receiver also has a telepathic ability) so one will have to speak in the old fashion way.)

The shadow student is industrious, curious, and warm-hearted. Always showing an eager mood to study. Known to be one of the more punctual students. Clair's surprisingly bubbly and humorous nature is often seen with closer friends, showing genuine care for the well-being of others. A student that is willing to lend an ear to a friend or stranger.

Likes:
+Reading books (Preference: Specifically non-fiction)
+Gardening
+Playing the piano (Observation: Performance decreases if the number of audiences increases)
+Playing card/board games (Clair often brings at least one or two of the following)

• Chessboard
• Connect-4 set
• Battleship board set
• 52 stack playing card deck (Mostly to just play spider solitaire by herself)
• Pen, stacks of 1/4th sheet of paper & a die

+The Color Purple

Dislikes:
-Being late to almost anything
-Fireworks
-Losing her big purple umbrella (Item description: A cane-handled automatic umbrella that can fit 2 more people)
-Overwhelmingly bright places (Observation: consistently tends to be a little irritated upon exposure to such places, similar to how a human may react to high temperatures)

Origin File

Spoiler: 📂Clair De Lune

Bio

The real origins of Clair remain unknown as the student herself cannot identify her real origins, one fact to be confirmed is that she is not from the human mortal plane. Originally found in France, in a small rural town. She lived with a 67-year-old human woman (Who wishes to remain anonymous) who acts as her caretaker and mother figure, in a comfy home.

February 20



The old woman found the shadow girl in her infancy, outside her backyard garden next to a patch of poppies. She described her as a "Small dark flame that is the size of a baby's head". Turns out the old woman was no stranger to the supernatural. She did not react with fear nor hostility against the defenseless shadow child. Instead, she decided to make a decision that will change her life forever. She took the small flame into her home that full-moon evening.

The next years of her lonely life have now been different. There is a Monster in her home, and yet she treated the Shadow child as her own. The child too not saw her as human but as her Mother, often now calling her so. She would grow into this house for a decade, rarely ever stepping foot outside for what she is. It was only by night she could freely roam despite her mother's instructions to be careful and stay within the house's window view.

"It was not easy for me to keep up with her, you know? Even at night, she would retain the energy she had when the sun was still out. To see the world around her is just part of her."
-Clair's Mother figure/Guardian

During the day she would watch over the small town through the dark alleys, woodland, and the large cast of shadows. The student could only spectate the world around her. Which has led to loneliness inside the student growing each passing day.

September 30

She would meet her first-ever friend. Sophie, A girl about her age on the other side of town. Almost every evening she would visit the human girl to play and bond with. The two were very close, they were twins at that point. Another Human who fears her not.



New Years Eve
It was 2 years ago that their chances of seeing each other were growing slim. Sophie's parents grew wary regarding their daughter. They would hear her speaking to someone as if someone else were in her room, only to find her talking to herself. At first, they did not think of it, playing it off as Sophie having an imaginary friend. The suspicion grew as the new year reaches. At first, it was the sound of extra footsteps that they were too preoccupied to check, second the rare uneasy feeling in certain hours, and what mostly shook the couple is the poorly drawn figure of the Student now adding to Sophie's drawing portraits.

It was the last hour before the new year. It was near the isolated mountain feet where Clair would be found watching over local troublemaking teenagers who would set alight fireworks unsupervised. Their firework mischief was abruptly stopped by Sophie who has seen the three potentially burning nearby woodland. Putting a stop to their fun is not a choice they will take. Driving Sophie out by pushing her aside and sharp words to send her home. Clair no longer hid behind the trees by the mountainside. The new year's fireworks revealed her dark silhouette by the treeline and behind the pushed-down Sophie. The Humans were shocked by the ghastly appearance and ran away from the girl while the Vantablack Shadow girl stomped towards the two with eyes seeing red. While in an attempt to drive the scared children away, A small firework rocket was accidentally kicked over and wick lit. Directly misfires and hits the Shadow girl on the right rib. The firework explosion was nearly fatal. Sophie came to the aid of her friend. By immediately leaving the scene, what would follow is a small bushfire. Later taken care of when adults arrived at the scene.

Sophie and Clair barely saw or spoke to each other since the incident. Word around the town now aware of the student's presence, plus the testimonies of their vague sightings fueled the fire to track down this mysterious girl in their town. A search was conducted to find the student. Luckily for her, she was not found despite a constant search for months. It was now getting more dangerous for Clair to prolong her stay and her Mother knows is well aware. Until she was invited to Lumen's School of Monsters where she finally let Clair be on her own.

Spoiler: 📂Clair De Lune

Bio

Spoiler: A mother's note

Maybe I am crazy as the folks say I am but I do not care. I do know that leaving children outside of a home is cruel. It is impossible for her to arrive at my home alone, by herself, something or someone brought her down here.

So... I made a choice that night. A choice I did not regret...

She's been so sweet, so strong. Industrious, always working so hard around the home, diligent to get something done with little to no distractions. Reminds me of well... My Husband... Curious, aren't we all? That funny little girl would always ask so many questions! Discovering new things, even putting a collection of junk over my shelves, hehe. Being curious gets her in trouble, but the last time I checked, she's no cat. But that's part of growing up. Warm-Hearted... Looks like she learned it from someone else. A friend perhaps? Absolutely. Am I mad? Maybe? Angry? No. I find it impressive. She made a friend by stepping outside the house. She's always slipping through my fingers. Can't stop her at this age, you know? Teenagers are always such a handful these days.

I guess she can't stay here for too long. Not when those around the town want her gone... I couldn't imagine if she were dropped by whoever to choose another house. Maybe it's fate or just a mere coincidence but I was given a gift but I don't ask why it was sent. I just did what I know how to do. I love you, Clair.

-Mother

 

[Tellussoil]

Name: Liza Ossasuta
Age: 16
Gender: female
Height: 160 Cm (5”3)
Weight: 63 Kg (139lbs)
Reason for coming here: Lisa is interested in the world beyond the sands.
Monster Species/Clan: Lizardmen
Personality: Lisa is a kind, energetic, happy-go-lucky girl, who just wants to have fun with others. although she can appear a bit lazy at times and if the temperature drops she also starts to become a bit sluggish. Due to her oversized clawlike hands and feet, she can be a bit clumsy when it comes to handling “human” tools. Also, Lisa can be a bit naive, way too outspoken for her own good and is not the greatest at reading social cues which might cause some awkward situations from time to time. but she means it well.
even if she is one of the kindest creatures you might encounter. She is still a predatory creature. If she wants to fight or hunt (or when she eats) she will do so with relentless, vicious, almost monstrous fervour.
Likes:
summer
warm clothing
hugging
naps (preferably in the sun)
meat (she is carnivorous)
ice cream
group efforts

Dislikes:
the cold
brain freeze
people grabbing her tail
vegetables
being ignored

Bio: Lissa hails from the desert in the south as a member of a semi-nomadic lizardman tribe. The tribe mostly held to their own, scouring the sands in search of their next meal or a place to rest during the dark hours.
Never would they actively seek out humans or human civilisation for that much. but humans were curious beings and the clan does come in contact with human influences among the sands from time to time. They had a mutual understanding with the local human population that if they didn’t bother the tribe the tribe will not bother them. it is when the humans from beyond the sands come that troubles brew. Those who did not know nor respect the ways of the sand who come too close to one of the oases the lizardmen call home were met with a swift, brutal end. none will know of their home if none live to tell.

Ever since she was little Lissa was fascinated by those who came from beyond the sand. going through the salvage of their encounters with them or trading artefacts with locals. By this point, the tribes has some understanding already of the world beyond the sands and knowledge and trinkets from there were not too uncommon to acquire. Yet they were far from fully knowledgeable of all that was going on there. for some unclear reason the tribe, and with that Lisa, came to the knowledge of the Acadamy. Lisa wasted no time to request the tribe elders if she was allowed to attend there so she could learn more about the world beyond the sands. And so she was granted her request.

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[JuniperBoi]

• Nicholas Lumen
• Damien Snyder

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  Name: Nicholas Lumen (The boogeyman)
  Age: 57
  Gender: Male
  Height: 6’3”
  Weight: ???
  What do you teach?: Headmaster of the Academy. Will sometimes substitute
  Monster Species/Clan: Nightmare.
  Personality: Generous, Strict, Easygoing on occasion, Warm Heart
  Likes: Coffee, Unity, Sleep
  Dislikes: Violence, Discord, Ignorant Humans
  Bio: Nicholas was once a proud leader of the Nightmare clan, unfortunately humans were pursuing his clan. They had to move from place to place, trying to find a permanent settlement. But alas, the humans caught up to them and one by one, they were brutally massacred. Nicholas was the sole survivor. This led to him creating this academy. So that the future generations monsters are allowed to live a normal life.
  
  
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  Spoiler: Humanlike form

  
  
  
  Spoiler: True Form

  
  
  
• 
  Name: Damien Snyder
  Age: 16
  Gender: Male
  Height: 5’7”
  Weight: 132lbs
  Reason for coming here: His mother recommended it to him
  Monster Species/Clan: Demon
  Personality: Shy, A lil awkward, Adventurous, and rather snarky
  Likes: Sweets, especially chocolate. Exploring
  Dislikes: Humans. Pranks. Constantly moving
  Bio: Damien was found by a human after being abandoned in a forest. The human took care of him as if he were her own child. Him and his mom were always moving to avoid other humans. Because of that, Damien was homeschooled throughout his life. As soon as his mother got Nicholas’ letter, she was ecstatic to finally give her surrogate son a normal education. At first Damien was hesitant. He never really interacted with people his age, but then again this would be an interesting experience.
  
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[HouseMouse]

Spoiler: Marcel Ann Prince

Name: Marcel Ann Prince
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Height: 5'5
Weight: 105Ibs
Reason for coming here: His (human) father sent him away under the guise of "strengthening bonds and getting to know other monster folk." In reality, his father wanted a break from seeing his face.
Monster Species/Clan: Siren-Human hybrid
Personality: If someone were to describe Marcel, it would be arrogant and self-centered. He's not an easy person to get along with, that's for sure. Top of his classes and rich upbringing, Marcel deems himself "better" than those around him. He had quite the reputation at his prior private school for being a cruel bully. Be careful if you get in his radar! Although, Marcel isn't a horrible person through and through. If you manage to crack that hard, ugly outer shell, inside is a lonely boy who's actually quite softhearted. He may help you with schoolwork or even paint you a portrait if he likes you well enough.
Likes: Reading, Art, Violin, Cats, Bubble baths, "Refined" Food, Theatre
Dislikes: Blue jeans, Greasy "finger food", Slobs, Loud or Obnoxious People, Mud,
Sexuality: Bisexual
Fears: Claustrophobia, Storms
Bio: Marcel Ann Prince was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. He was the gifted child of the family. Excellent grades, amazing talent, son to famous parents and a darling little sister.
His life was one many were envious of.
Until tragedy reached the Prince family.
When Marcel was 13 years old, he entered his mothers room during a terrible storm to find her dead.
TWThe court ruled it as a suicide.
Two days later, his sister, Nellie went missing.
His father grew much, much colder over the years, barely speaking a word to his son unless it was to give out punishment.


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Spoiler: Human Form:

I have art of him I made but im not finished yet ):

Spoiler: Siren form

Spoiler: Lucinda Love - Science Professor

Name: Lucinda Love
Age: 30
Gender: Female
Height: 6'0
Weight: 150Ibs
What do you teach?: Science and Potions
Monster Species/Clan: Zombie
Personality: Lucinda is a...strange individual. She comes off quite meek and timid, although when the topic of science comes up she appears much more confident in herself. Most say she's a bit too into science. Her favourites are experimentation and dissection, which makes others weary of her. That, and the creepy smile she normally has on her face when discussing such subjects. If you can get past the constant smell of rotting flesh she'll definitely be a loyal companion to the end.
Sexuality: Bisexual
Likes: Apples, Tuna sandwiches with onions, Raccoons, the sound of TV static
Dislikes: Dogs(one bit her as a child and she's held a grudge ever since), Ringing sounds, spinach smoothies, exercising, when her limbs fall off(it can be quite annoying)
Fears: Dogs, Eating someone she cares about on accident, Her brain decaying completely
Bio: Lucinda Love was the top student in her science course at her local college, years ago when she was 20. The professor was stunned at the constant A's she received on her work, even the hardest tests she passed with a breeze.
The professor ended up mentioning Lucinda to a fellow colleague named Valerie Mistro, who was a famous professor at a rather prestigious and expensive college in Northern Iceland.
Conversations go back and forth, and the next thing you know Valerie wants to meet this astounding women! She even paid for the plane ticket herself!
The two immediately hit it off, both were scienctists through and through and wanted to change the world through scientific means.
Lucinda began working as an assistant to Valerie, both during college hours and her own personal projects at her home.
Their projects were dangerous, messy, and sometimes even illegal. But that was alright with Lucinda. Anything in the name of science, right?
Until..things took a turn.
Valerie had an idea for a new experiment. Could someone create a monster without reproductive resources? Could a person develop their own monster genes, without those from a parent?
Valerie became obsessed with creating new life. She had her hypothesis and now, she just needed a subject.
That subject turned out to be Lucinda herself.
TW GORE:
Against her will, Luci was strapped down and subjected to dissection, experimentation, and even having the genes of different monster injected into her body.
Lucinda had died an excruciating death at the hands of her partner. When she awoke, it turned out she had gone mad, and devoured the flesh of Valerie in her state. She can vaguely remember the triumphant smile on her partners face as she staggered towards her soon to be meal.
She had become a zombie. Valerie obtained her goal.
Soon after, Headmaster Nicholas Lumen found her and offered her a teaching postion at his school.

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[GrieveWriter]

Spoiler: Horace

Horace
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Height: 7'4"
Weight: 320lbs
Reason for coming here: Father wanted his son to have a proper education.
Monster Species/Clan: Flesh Golem
Personality: To most folks, Horace acts and talks like a big dumb brute. For the most part, they'd be right to make such assumptions. He was built to be the vanguard of a massive undead army, despite his father going back and forth on that. He's not one for thinking too hard on things, and will often take things at face value. Actions speak louder than words to Horace, but he's more than likely to listen to people who he considers having authority.

Whether he exactly understands what others say is usually up in the air, but he'll try his best to meet expectations one way or another. His sheer physical strength often leads to him breaking stuff, but if it was stuff not meant to be broken he'll often try fixing it which usually results in him breaking it again. The cycle will continue until he either fixes it by accident or manages to replace it with something similar enough. The skeletons he's able to summon are usually just for him to train against, as they're far more simple-minded than he is. His live for skeletons and Halloween in general will often lead him to try decorating rooms with makeshift Halloween paraphernalia and just leaving skeletons wandering around to spruce up his living area.

Despite his straight-forward and naturally destructive nature, Horace simply enjoys following orders. As a flesh golem he's predisposed to seeking out authority figures and following their requests, and he will often do so without hesitation. He's completely immune to doubt or fear, often meaning he'll gladly risk his own physical well-being to accomplish tasks. He's had to physically staple and stitch himself back together so often that he's surprisingly developed into quite the craftsman, though any creations made in his off-time are usually described as effective yet uninspired.

Likes: His Creator, Making his Creator Happy, Authority figures, following orders, Halloween, Skeletons, Arts& Crafts, Meat
Dislikes: Fire, heat in general, Christmas, failing orders, Losing limbs in random places, Vegetables

Bio: There once was a snow elf who failed at just about everything he ever tried. A dissapointment to his parents, his father took him on numerous hunting trips to train him to become a renown hunter such as him. But it was on one of these very trips that a pack of direwolves descended upon them, with his father luring them away so the young elf could flee back to the tribe. His father lost his life in this tragedy, and his mother worked him hard to make up for the shame the incident brought them. She encouraged him to ruthlessly compete with the other young elves, but his fear often kept him from outpacing the,

Years of his inability to prove himself drove his mother to accuse him of foul magics, just so he could be run off and she could be done with him.

An exile from his tribe, the young elf decided to make the lie a reality. Convinced he had nothing to lose, he descended into numerous magics his tribe considered foul and unnatural, eventually becoming an adept of Necromancy and turning himself into a lich.

Despite his thirst for vengeance, the Lich was still constantly thrown off by his own anxieties and fears, making his studies long and arduous.

Despite that, he still considers Horace his greatest creation.

A reanimated golem of stitched together limbs, he was a step above the mindless corpses and skeletons the lich had created so far. He would be his greatest weapon, his ultimate claim to power.

But like with all things in his life, the Lich found himself lacking in this regard. He just couldn't help thinking of Horace as his son, and often times his training regimes would devolve into him giving the golem all the love and kindness that the Lich himself never felt as a child. He kept rebuilding Horace with bigger and stronger limbs and more powerful necromancy at his control. This only served to allow the Lich to see him more as a child he was raising.

Horace's undead nature made it hard for him to actually recognize his father's conflicting desires, but he worked as best as he could to meet his creator's expectations. Eventually the letter of admittance reached the Lich regarding Horace. Finally! His greatest weapon could learn of his powers and abilities from professionals. But more importantly, his beloved son could finally gain a proper education and learn with other youths just like him.


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Spoiler: Almerra

Almerra Culmenoa
Age: In human years 33
Gender: Female
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 238 lbs
What do you teach?: Social Studies
Monster Species/Clan: Dhampir
Personality: Almerra is a classy lady from a classier time, when ball-gowns and fine wines were an everyday occurrence. It shows in her mannerisms and speech, though she often tries to keep her language up-to-date. She's a fine woman with fine tastes, though many tend to forget that due to her casual nature. Having lived numerous centuries, the wisdom of age has left her rather lackadaisical when it comes to interacting with others, finding worry and fear as far to droll to consider. This also leads her to have a hard time relating to certain concerns of those with shorter lifespans.

Despite how much she enjoys her work, its clear to all she truly does see her tenure as the Social Studies Professor as a vacation, as her curriculum often changes depending on her whims and her assignments are anything but formulaic. This has become a source of frustration to some students and intensely engaging to others.

Her interest in world events and historical records make her a rather common in site in the Academy's library, though her ability to traverse shadows often leads to her being found reading all over the campus. She's prone to telling stories of her travels, and especially of the different types of blood she's sampled over her lifetime.


Likes: Stringed instruments, lounging about, Fine wine, Blood, Rare Blood, Travelling, History
Dislikes: Bright Light, Worrywarts, diseased blood, deep water, fake nails, Mirror Worlds

Bio: Several centuries ago an ancient vampire lord fell in love with one of his human concubines. Almerra was the result of that union. Having to spend several decades under her father's tutelage, her ability to walk in the sunlight allowed her to venture far from his castle while he slumbered, eventually leading her to develop a thirst for adventure. It would not be the only thirst she developed, for her father's status allowed her a vast number of different mortals to feed from. However, this led to her developing quite a taste for what she considered 'rare blood'.

When her mother passed away, Almerra decided to leave the safety of her father's castle and begin travelling, honing her vampiric talents of manipulation and evasion to wander the earth in search of new rare bloods. She fed from numerous mortals, creatures and even several ethereals, leaving a minimal trail as she moved. She developed a hobby of learning about different places as she traveled, often collecting tomes and books to read in-between stops. This helped her fill out her catalogue of creatures, but also made her quite the scholar in terms of geology, history and politics from numerous locales both mundane and supernatural.

This knowledge was what eventually led to her recruitment by the Academy, and Almerra figured it was as good a place as any to take a break from her travels. Figuring she could easily dedicate a few centuries to the education of younger supernatural beings.

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[RoseAstasia]

>>Teacher ID<<
Name: Sin Omen
Age: 1484 years young
Gender: Male
Height: 5ft 7in
Weight: 19lbs
What do you teach?: Combat/protection against humans
Monster Species/Clan: Skeleton
Personality: stern but reliable
Likes: food
Dislikes: humans

Spoiler: Bio

Bio:

Spoiler: Bio

at 47 years old as a human, he died of old age. However after being buried and decaying, he “woke up” from death, as simple as that is. Immediately, he rang the bell at his grave. After over an hour, he began to feel he would never be unearthed, when he heard the sound of digging. once they opened the casket, the human that dug him up let out a screech and fell back, then immediately trying to bury him again. He easily climbed out and the human ran away. At this point he noticed he was no longer human, and ran as fast as he could as well before the human could come back with others. He stumbled across another skeleton and realized he could understand them.
That is when he learned he only lived a portion of his life.
That is when he felt terrible for viewing monsters as evil.
That is when he began to loathe humanity.

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[AlphaBlueWolf]

• Cornelio Cortez
• Vera Cortez
• Casey Mattews

• 
  Name: Cornelio "Neil" Cortez
  Age: 42
  Gender: Male
  Height: 6'0"
  Weight: 2,200 Ibs (From horse body; any student who makes fun of his weight will do push-ups until nightfall)
  What do you teach?: Combat
  Monster Species/Clan: Centaur
  Personality: Cornelio is a strict, militant force with a no-nonsense personality. Easily one of the more unlikeable teachers because of his teaching strategy. He values tough work and dedication, he himself being determined. However, that's because he is passionate about his craft. He isn't someone of class and never really got a proper education, but that doesn't mean he isn't smart. His mind is built for battle strategy and combat.
  Likes: Battle, Strategy, Weapons (both old and new), Making weapons, Training, His sister, Vera, and his herd
  Dislikes: Lazy students, A lack of purpose, Pranks, Unruly students, having his smarts being made fun of, humans
  
  Bio: Cornelio never got the chance for proper education. His life was one battle after another. His herd of centaurs were being pursued by humans. Ever since the American Revolution against the British, Cornelio's herd were exploited as noble steads for soldiers. The great battles of this revolution were won because of the centaurs that the humans used for battle. They were shot down, but humans bred more centaurs like they were cattle to fuel the war effort. The government hid this fact, it being eventually lost to time. But his herd knew, as well as a group of humans who still wanted to exploit the centaurs.
  
  The centaurs, being a proud race, wouldn't except help from others. Instead, their herd kept the old ways of battle, sword and gun, and fought with impressive speed and strength. Cornelio learned the ways of battle from a young age and used them to help with the war effort.
  
  Soon enough, General Cortez rose. He fought tooth and nail to win his herd's freedom from the group of humans who enforced the old ways. Victory was theirs because of him, but that left Cornelio feeling empty inside. His herd didn't know what to do with themselves, and neither did he.
  
  Soon enough, his sister, exiled because she wouldn't help the fight, came back to the herd. She begged her brother to take care of her young son who was incredibly weak and small. What was more, he had the body of a deer instead of a horse. Cornelio took him under his wing, his mother leaving because she was no longer welcome within the herd. But he just couldn't understand this child.
  
  He was weaker and pranced around like a Disney Princess. He got sick frequently and was a mess with battle. He was rooted to the ground with fear. Literally, because weeds and flowers grew around his hooves when he got scared. Being a father figure for the child was not going well, especially since he didn't understand the boy and the silly pronouns he talked about. Cornelio tried to make an effort for the sister he still loved, but a child like Vera made no sense to him.
  
  When Vera was sixteen, Nicholas Lumen approached Cornelio, offering him both a teaching position at the academy for his military leadership and strength, and a student position for Vera so they could understand why the teen had such high mana levels.
  
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  Name: Vera Cortez
  Age: 16
  Gender: Nonbinary (Pronouns: He/They)
  Height: 4'3"
  Weight: 150 Ibs
  Reason for coming here: Followed his uncle who became a teacher; also, to learn how to control his high levels of mana or more commonly coined magic
  Monster Species/Clan: Centaur
  Personality: Vera comes off as very meek in personality. They're shy and have social anxiety issues. A telltale sign they're scared is when you see flowers and weeds growing up their hooved legs. He comes out as a worrywart with his anxiety issues. He finds a passion for the outdoors and loves plants and animals. His high mana levels cause him to be weak, but that also means he's incredibly good at growing and nurturing plants. He doesn't like to stick out, but people often ask about the small antlers forming on his head and the white dots on his pelt. Many can't believe he's a centaur, because of his deer like appearance. They have a hatred for drawing attention to themselves because of this and don't like people finding out he has the same last name as a teacher, because then they think he'll automatically get a high score. But his uncle stays tough on him too. He can't hurt a fly, much less another monster or even a human. You're more likely to see Vera hanging around the teacher's lounge with his uncle and any of the other teachers than any of the students.
  
  Likes: Plants, animals, the outdoors, drawing and classifying nature, his mother and uncle
  Dislikes: Attention, Being looked down on, their uncle's sharp tongue
  
  Bio: Vera's life had been spent with their mother and father. Their mother was a typical centaur while their father more deer-like in appearance. Vera took after his mother's personality and his father's looks. He was soft spoken but loved to mess around with his father. They played around like moose in the rutting season, with his father always winning because of his proper antlers.
  
  But his life changed when he was twelve, his mother taking him to see General Cortez, his uncle. He immediately grew plants upon seeing the guy who was his uncle. His mother instructed him to stay with Uncle Cornelio, but Vera whined so loud the whole village suffered his wrath. His mother left him, Vera not seeing her since. It was just him and Uncle Cornelio, and it wasn't that great.
  
  Being transgender around Neil Cortez wasn't great. He was lucky his mother had introduced Vera has her son, because Cornelio would never use male pronouns if he realized Vera had been born female. The problem was that Vera also liked gender neutral pronouns which Neil just never understood. He trained Vera but it never helped, and he didn't know what to do when Vera fell ill because of his mana issues.
  
  Vera felt lonely without his parents who understood him, but what was even worse was when he got the ability to get a proper education. Cornelio was eager to start and get a purpose again while Vera was having panic attacks over the students. Neil always told him to hush, saying he was the first one in his family to get an education and that he should be grateful. But they didn't know how they would handle the socializing aspect of school life.
  
  Plus, he was worried about people finding out he was Senor Cortez's nephew. Only time would tell.
  
  
• 
  Name: Casey Mattews
  Age: 16
  Gender: Female
  Height: 5’4”
  Weight: 94 Ibs (Due to muscle mass loss)
  Reason for coming here: Parents wanted her to experience life outside of human society
  Monster Species/Clan: Chimera/Human Hybrid
  Personality: As a tomboy Casey is never afraid to get her hands dirty. She cares little about her appearance or what others think of her. You’ll usually find her knee deep in oil stains and robot parts. As a jokester, she seems confident and without doubts, but she hides her deeper conflicts from others as a means to make herself feel more put together and normal. But what really counts as normal in a school full of monsters right? She’s cheeky and loves to tell people she’s a cyborg for shits and giggles. Casey shows to have a lot of protection for the people she loves most and will punch anyone with her robot arm who says anything bad about them. She has a passionate hate for bullies and those who prey on people who seem weaker or have disabilities. Her anger management skills aren’t great, and she has a tendency to push people away or use them as her verbal punching bags. Casey has a brilliant mind for coding and engineering. She shows promise in the field and her dream is to be a revolutionary in prosthetic limbs and wheelchairs for the disabled.
  Likes: Tech, Engineering, Coding, Nana, Francine, Humans, Robotics
  Dislikes: Water, Swimming, Bullies, Muscular Dystrophy, shifting because of emotions, Dream shifting
  
  Bio: Casey lived a seemingly ordinary life in an ordinary human town with her two parents. Well, ordinary except for the fact that she had been born with Muscular Dystrophy, an inherited condition that affected her muscles. She was always a terribly weak child physically. A boy in her class would always make fun of her when she couldn't climb the gym's rope when she boasted she could. Her arms were the weakest. A terrible affliction for someone who was so active. She found the indoors stifling and the outdoors freeing. But she couldn't do cartwheels, nor handstands. So, she boasted to that boy, lied about her abilities, and found her elementary self laughed at by his entire crew of friends.
  
  Her symptoms didn't get better. In fact, they got worse. Holding things in her right arm started becoming a problem. She looked terribly thin too, sickly even. That's because her muscles were losing mass over time. At one of her friend's birthday parties, that same boy dared her to go touch the bottom of the deep end in the pool. She accepted the challenge, doing it while her parents weren't looking, but she couldn't make it. She was too stubborn and wouldn't leave the bottom until her hand touched it. But it wouldn't. Even with her body weightless, her arm could not move with the tug of the water. Her air went out, and she didn't come up.
  
  Her friend's sister was the one who noticed, diving in and saving her. As she coughed for breath, she learned that her right arm wouldn't move at all. They later found out that at only eight years of age, her right arm would have to be amputated. She started going to physical therapy, taking more medications, and staying healthy and active.
  
  Swimming, once one of her favorite past-times, now scared her. She never liked touching water, stayed away from the ocean, lakes, and rivers, and never went into a pool again. The water scared her, not just because she had almost drowned, but because she'd lost her arm to that stupid dare in the deep end of a pool. Even if it was already coming, she considered that to be the event that cost her her arm.
  
  Life without her right arm became frustrating. She had to rely on her left hand for everything and couldn’t do some things she used to. Her parents got more and more protective of her, and it became more and more stifling. But her friend’s house was the one place she loved to go despite the pool in the back. That’s because of her savior, her friend’s sister. Nana was an MIT student, who’d come home from break. She specialized in trying to create prosthetics that actually worked because her sister was wheelchair bound due to being born paralyzed. Casey had met Francine when she was going for one of her checkups and the two had become fast friends, Francine even getting her into swim therapy.
  
  Nana worked tirelessly on different prototypes for legs and arms. When she’d saved Casey, she’d wanted to figure out a way to help her. The girls followed around Nana like they were ducklings, and she was their mother duck. They even helped Nana work on a prosthetic for Casey and soon it was ready. It attached well and moved well too. Casey helped Nana work on the finishing touches, and it was complete.
  
  So, every time Nana came to visit, she’d help Casey learn about her prosthetic, making it longer to fit her growing body and teaching her mechanics. The woman who had found out Casey’s chimera race when she’d seen the girl sprout ears, horns, and a tail underwater. The woman who had grown fonder of Casey and her subtle animalistic tendencies. And the woman who had protected that secret through thick and thin.
  
  Casey had grown too fond of humans, and though her parents appreciated that fact, they still felt like they were failing her. Growing up in a human society, they’d told her all her life she would have to hide. Thus, lion parts began to grow out of her with the changing of her emotions. And her Muscular Dystrophy was another problem. So, when they received that letter, she was shipped off to school so fast. Some part of Casey still resented her parents, because Nana had offered an internship position for her at her lab and industrial plant. Now she was going to a school of people who were “like her” except not really. Because no one shared her passion for tech like Nana, and no one knew what it was like to have a disability like Francine.
  
  
  Spoiler: "Human" Appearance

  
  Casey takes on a more human like appearance but can partially shift into a lion form, sprouting reddish fur on her arms, a tail, ears and horns.
  Spoiler: Supernatural Form

  
  Casey transforms into a lion because of her half human heritage but takes on the horns of a goat and has snake fangs protruding from her muzzle to be true to the chimera. Her fangs are that of a snake and can inject poison into the people she bites. She can choose whether or not she injects the poison though.

 

[cherrycosmos]

• Faucheur de-la Mort
• TBA

• 
  
  >>Teacher ID<<
  
  Name: Faucheur (Fauchie) de-la Mort
  
  Age: 46 (Technically Eternity but that makes them look old)
  
  Gender: Agender
  
  Height: 5’10
  
  Weight: The weight of the Universe (last time they tried to weigh themselves, the scales broke instantly)
  
  What do you teach?: English Literature
  
  Monster Species/Clan: Death
  
  Personality: Fauchie is like a warm blanket on a cold evening. They have lived since before humans existed, and despite being painted as a villain, they are kind and caring, warm to all those they meet. Their humour never fails, ranging from dad jokes to knock-knock jokes, and they are passionate about what they teach. Occasionally they will stumble into long-winded rants, about a piece of literature they‘ve read, or a memory from the past, a historical figure they have helped to cross; it is impossible to get them to stop when they get started. Most describle Fauchie as that one older relative that you always feel comfortable with, who is the best shoulder to lay upon and who you can always trust.
  
  However, Fauchie can be strict when it comes to school work, and a stickler for the rules at both the best and worst times. They believe in being respectful to others, and will not go easy if someone is being bullied. They have seen the rise and falls of the human empires, and seen how the greed of humans has lead to the hunting of monsters; they will not allow bullies to get away with things.
  
  Likes: books, warm drinks, long discussions, jokes, reminiscing
  
  
  Dislikes: bullies, disrespect, oily foods, false history, bad book endings
  
  Bio: Faucheur “Fauchie” de-la Mort had seen the rise and falls of empire, built and destroyed by human greed. They have led numerous souls to the beyond, without a care for who they were, but after so long doing so, they decided to retire, leaving the duties to their Grim Reapers and instead had a vacation. And their vacation was going splendidly; they were starting to get a lovely tan and had read so many wonderful literary tales, until the humans turned their eyes on a world that was not theirs to be apart of. They were retired, indefinitely, and decided to instead to continue their vacation in a more productive way:
  
  Become the English Literature teacher at Lumen’s School for Monsters. So, with their extensive knowledge of different tales and their only companion, Buddy, the Church Grim, Fauchie took the job with a grim grin.​
  
  
  Spoiler: Faucheur de la Mort

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  Spoiler: Fauchie’s more human form

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  Spoiler: Buddy the Grim

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[Megilagor]

>>Teacher ID<<
Name: Hikeshi Matoi
Age: 37 as human, 280 as Enenra
Gender: Male
Height: 5’10’’
Weight: 160lbs in human form, weightless in Enenra form
Monster Species/Clan: Enenra

What do you teach?: Music & Philosophy

Personality:
Brutally honest and aloof, treating others as possible annoyances until proven otherwise. To those who have proven themselves to him, he is a caring and helpful person if not a bit cold. He rarely says much unless it's about the topics in which he is interested. Although he may appear lazy and slow he is far from it when it really matters as he calls it “Conserving energy”.

Likes: Smoking, Music, Stargazing, Lazing around when not teaching, Talking about things he is interested in.
Dislikes: Fires, Fireworks, Alcohol, Nosy people

Bio:
Born in the mid-Edo period within the lands of Japan, Hikeshi lived an eventful life. In his early years, he learned to play Shamisen from his mother, which he abandoned in his teenage years, where he decided to learn the way of the bow, upon showing his talent in archery he was drafted into the army of a local Daimyō.
He spent a few years under him, joining many battles, but one time an arrow pierced his dominant eye.

Hikeshi then plucked the arrow along with his pierced eye, ate his eye, before using that very arrow to kill the one who shot him, sadly enough that ended his time as an archer.
So he travelled to Tokyo then known as Edo, where he began his life as a firefighter, but they were called Hikeshi during those times which to him felt nice, a Hikeshi who is a Hikeshi. Well, he spent a few years doing exactly what he wanted before dying from burns covering his whole body after rescuing a few young ones from a burning building. With his smoking pipe in his mouth, he puffed his last smoke and drew his last breath before passing away.

And that would be the end of his story if not for the fact that he soon woke up, as a small ember in a campfire, slowly becoming something more, picking up more heat and transforming into smoke before standing again on earth as a being made of smoke.
Being dazed and confused, not knowing what to do and what happened to him those were the things stuck in his head, but soon enough a fellow Enenra came along and took him in, teaching him everything a natural-born Enenra needs to know, it took him a long time to get the hang of everything but when he was done, he travelled the world for a few years before meeting someone, he could tell he was similar to him and yet completely different.
After talking for a long time he learned of his name ‘Nicholas Lumen’ and his desire to create an academy for monsters, being bored of travelling by now Hikeshi joined Nicholas in creating this academy as a teacher of Music and Philosophy.

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[Ringa]

Spoiler: Elyna Lavigne

>>Teacher ID<<
Name: Elyna Lavigne (El-eena Luh-veen)
Age: 27 (In human Years) // 227 (In her years)
Gender: Female
Height: 5'8 // 6'0 (In full form)
Weight: 157 lbs (Although she puts on around 30 more pounds in full form)
What do you teach?: Math
Monster Species/Clan: Gargoyle // Formerly in the De la Pierre clan
Personality: Elyna is a gentle spirit, but she can be rather blunt when needed. Often times she can seem snooty to the naked eye, seeing as how she carries herself very properly. She is quiet and only speaks her mind when it's needed, she doesn't like to take sides and would rather just put everything into the open air and let it sort itself out.
She enjoys teaching her class but wonders if the students even listen half the time. Elyna tends to doubt herself and her teaching methods but she tries her best to give what her students need. She's far more than willing to help when needed and occasionally tutors on the side. She's proficient in math and just wants to see her class understand the way she does.
Likes: Astronomy, music, red wine, cats, cute plants, faerie lights, drizzling rain, sunsets, etc.
Dislikes: Disrespect, harmful words, loud noises, really bright lights, fire, destruction, etc.

Bio:
Created atop a mansion roof in France in 1795. Elyna was 'raised' alongside other gargoyles, having been constructed and enchanted for the sole purpose of protection and warding off unwanted intruders.
The gargoyles lived a rather peaceful life, keeping to their clan; De la Pierre.. Made from Stone. For many generations they thrived with the witches that made them, knowing they were the children of these people. But as time passed Elyna realized that stone lasted longer than flesh.. The witches came and went, as they were merely people gifted with magical powers. New families moved in from time to time and more generations passed. However, a rift grew between the witches and the gargoyles, they found new magic and became more capable of handling their own business without the De la Pierre's help. But this ended up causing more strife than needed, often creating unnecessary fighting. A small war over territory came about and the De la Pierre found they were far stronger than the human enemy..

The residents of the household were wiped out, leaving the gargoyles to the house. However, Elyna was displeased by this. It grew lonely and she found herself longing for the bond she once had with the other race. But many of those in her clan didn't feel the same way, they felt they were the rightful owners of the mansion and had the say whether or not anyone else moved in.
Elyna found herself in a tough spot, whether she should stay with her 'family' or look for something more.

By the 1900s the De la Pierre had kept anyone and everyone out of the mansion beneath them, causing Elyna great distress. She fled from her clan and found a new form, shedding her stone for the first time and becoming something of a human. She lived a new life, one that was far harder and far more unfulfilling. Humans did nothing but struggle in life. The young woman grew tired of her efforts to find connection with people, leaving France behind once and for all. She took a train elsewhere, deciding to travel and learn in order to make something of herself instead of living in the lesser parts of her town. And this is when she became quite the mathematician. She learned to love everything in regards to math, the angles that wood and stone needed to be cut in order to be put together, the equations that needed to be done in order to calculate height and depth and width. She drew and painted and made something of herself for several years.
Closing in to more recent times, Elyna came across a man.. or something more. 'Nicholas Lumen' was his name. She found the man rather appealing, something about him drawing her in. He spoke to her about his school for "the ones like us" and Elyna agreed to start teaching there if that was what was needed.. she began, picking up the math class. She started her new work in an environment that accepted her for who she was and not who she could appear to be.

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Spoiler: Elyna Lavigne

Spoiler: Calian Sallers

>>Entrance Form/Student ID<<
Name: Calian Sallers
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Height: 6'1 // 6'9 in full form
Weight: 200 lbs // 280 in full form
Reason for coming here: Calian was rather addiment about attending, as he didn't think it would do him any good. But his family insisted in hopes that he would get quality education and form trustworthy relationships with creatures outside of his species.
Monster Species/Clan: Wendigo - Algonquian Tribe
Personality: Calian is far more shy than he would like to admit. Once he started attending the school he really closed himself off to people. Not only because of his underlying desire to eat human flesh (cough, cough..) but mainly because he felt as though there would be no way for him to bond with outsiders or enemies. He and can come off rather hard-headed and stubborn, often having a selfish air about him but he's far from it. He tends to fit in with the wrong crowds and finds it hard to connect with people who are 'nicer and better' than he is. He comes from a long line of Native Americans; a diverse mix of many different cultures and nations. So the boy found it hard to truly believe one thing or another. One wendigo tribe believed in the darker aspects like cannibalism, raiding, hunting, and dishonorable/taboo activities. While others believed quite the opposite. Calian just hopes that attending the school will help him figure out what he truly wants in life and help him find out more of who he wants to be as an individual.

Likes: Nighttime, thunderstorms, snow, partying, drinking, smoking, slow music, feeling wanted, alone time.
Dislikes: Rudeness, having to sit still, himself, comments about his true form, and hot weather.
Bio:
Born around the Great Lakes region, Calian was brought up in a rather tribal clan. His ancestors felt that more modern things only brought harm and made the family forget where they came from. They believed in finding spiritual contentment and living off the land in whatever way possible, in order to keep their animalistic side at bay and further turn the curse into a blessing.
But generations passed and the elders faded away, causing more of the younger generation to take up the mantle of leadership; this caused great progression in the way of life. Things became less.. hunter-gatherer and more modern, this is when Calian began to explore more of the towns/cities around his home because it was more acceptable. Around the age of 13 Calian believed that he had found love, a beautiful girl with long blonde hair and bright green eyes, only to realize his darker side one night. Having devoured the one he admired and cherished he fell apart. He began to hate himself and close himself off from his parents and family. He kept his love-life a secret and swore to never talk about it, but that ended up raising concern in his parents' minds. They pestered him and pushed him to learn to control his animalistic side, much of which he didn't want to do. The boy swore to kill that side if at all possible..

After turning 15 Calian ran away from home and kept his true origin a secret. He made up stories and lies to make himself seem like a normal human. Much of which left him feeling empty and helpless. The boy couldn't understand why he was born the way he was born, a true monster made from a curse many years ago.
Once his 17th birthday hit Calian found his way back home after wandering the region and learning on his own. His father hated that he had left and began Calian's training once more; his father taught him how to better understand himself- in light of the tribe's beliefs- and taught him how to control his insatiable desires for things that their tribe didn't believe in. Calian had a better grasp of himself and who he needed to be for his parents, however, as soon as he felt like he was making progress to be a better person for the tribe his family offered to send him away to an academy for 'monsters'. At first the boy was reluctant but he finally caved, hoping maybe he could finally find himself. And not just be a mirror image of what his family raised him to be and hoped for him to be. He wanted freedom, he wanted to experience life and not just what he was raised to believe..

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[archur]

Name: Shénmì Vex

Age: Prefers not to tell, attire at times indicates Mediterranean or incredibly early Middle-Eastern origin. When on the clock, Victorian. Claims he can wear whatever he wants. Estimated at least 6,000 years old.
Gender: Male
Height: 5'4"
Weight: Weightless. Perhaps 20 grams.

What do you teach?: Vice Principal, History (manages to inject astrology into his every lecture. Does not actually conduct an astrology class.)

Monster Species/Clan: Spirit​

Personality: Enigmatic, mysterious, and arguably lost in the past, Shénmì Vex, or simply Shen, enjoys the unexpected surprises that unlife has to offer to him in his thousands of years of existence. He enjoys surprises, both giving and receiving them, but he mostly finds that as an old ghost, there are few things that surprise him, and he's very good at being surprising. Floating through walls will do that to the unprepared. Asides from spooking people, he finds history to be an interesting subject as an account for the world's history he's either already had a personal experience with or wasn't around to see for himself. This of course colors his opinions on many different historians (such as 'mcgraw hill', terrible in his eyes) as his first hand accounts usually are far more accurate and biased than anything a modern historian could achieve. He is very full of himself, but genuinely enjoys teaching and sharing his experience and knowledge with the young monsters of the generation, to protect them and educate them through history lessons and anecdotes to prepare them for the future that they will forge.

Likes: History lessons, conspiracy theories, fiction, explaining, over explaining, when students show genuine interest on a subject.

Dislikes: Students falling asleep in class, being corrected on a topic, having his PhD's questioned (it's a purely capitalist venture in his eyes, experience trumps paper), being asked questions about his origin or name.

Bio: What's there to say? Shen never was one to talk much about himself, but simply was always the Vice Principal for Lumen's School for Monsters. For a being as long lived (or unlived), it was a simple choice to involve himself in the world of the living once more, to expend his energy and power to apparate once more, and to interact with those who still had blood in their veins and skin on their bones once more. Shénmì claims to have known Nicholas Lumen for some time beforehand, but nothing can be confirmed, only taken at face value. Regardless, one doesn't question how long a brick has been in place at the Great Wall, only knows that it's been there for some time, and will continue to be there for even longer.

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By this lad: COUPLE OF KOOKS