Realistic or Modern — 𝑾𝑶𝑳𝑳𝑺𝑻𝑶𝑵𝑬𝑪𝑹𝑨𝑭𝑻 𝐴𝐶𝐴𝐷𝐸𝑀𝑌 ( 𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘦 & 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴 )

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WOLLSTONECRAFT ACADEMY.

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Welcome, delicious students, to the lore, relationships, and current events thread! This will be consistently updated as the roleplay progresses, detailing what is currently happening, as well as including any major upcoming events and subplots. All members are heavily encouraged to use this thread for relationship tracking! Please make a separate post for each of your characters, with basic info (their name, dorm, etc) and a blurb of information about their relationship with each character. Feel free to use whatever coding you'd like, but I'd encourage you to use one that is easily readable, such as this or this by the wonderful Crucially!

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The new semester at Wollstonecraft has just begun! Many of the already existing students have planned a dungeon party for their first Friday night back at school, and new students are welcome to attend.

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our campus

general information.

Wollstonecraft, as many can tell by now, is no ordinary school. The academy does not have a physical location. It appears where it’s needed and vanishes into the night like a particularly flighty chaotic neutral eldritch fairy godmother: it is likely that your character found a brochure in their darkest moment, which included capricious instructions for getting to the campus. Yes, it's location and existence are constantly in flux, and that includes its time period as well. The effect gives students a feeling of curious timelessness; many students can be seen roaming the halls from different decades, but all campus comforts and technology are up-to-date modernized. Made up of tall, dark gothic architecture, the buildings are a marvel to witness, and the campus seems to be surrounded by sprawling forests and greenery. On the far northwest corner of campus, there is a sizable lake. From the rustic location, boarding students are afforded all of the opportunities of being part of the extranatural community.

blackcreek

a small town.

The town of Blackcreek is within walking distance of our campus, offering a plethora of cultural events, old world charm, and semi annual ritual sacrifice! Organized weekend activities offer our students the best of our region as well, including cultural trips to the Mountain of the Beast. Hiking and biking in the nearby Blackcreek Park, situated on the edge of our very own Forest of Many Voices, and enjoying movies, bowling, and ice skating right here at home are often on our students’ weekend schedules. A small town with less than two thousand residents, it seems to be magically connected to the campus in some way, always moving wherever Wollstonecraft goes, always available to visit.

artume

dormitory.

Artume, for our nocturnal pupils, is a standard bipedal and quadrupedal three floored building, built in 1535. Several extensions have been added over the years, but the original foundations remain strong, deeply haunted, and slightly bloodstained. All windows and doors are capable of being completely sealed off from sunlight. Artume runs on a nocturnal schedule, which is directly inverted from the typical diurnal schedule. All classes and most extracurricular activities will be available. Under no circumstances are any resident students to attempt to open any of the seven locks of the seven doors that lead to the forbidden northwest tower.

druantia

dormitory.

Druantia, near our beautiful forest trails and lake for nature-oriented and nature-dependent students, integrates the amenities of modern living with easy and convenient access to the natural word. Technically two buildings, half the dorm is situated in and around the forest, with most structural support provided by trees and natural rock formations marked by pre-historic art depicting the Beast Within the Mountain. A real cultural treasure! The other half of the dorm is located on the banks of the lake, with rooms of differing amounts of terrestrial and marine space to accommodate the needs of every water-dwelling student. Certain underwater caves are forbidden. They will be marked with large, inhuman skulls stationed outside the entrance. Students unable to leave the water will be provided special transportation and tutoring as needed.

proteus

dormitory.

Proteus, for students of mutable physical states, is a recently renovated two floor manor equipped with stairs, ramps, climbing walls, and lifts designed for ease of movement no matter your student’s shape or state of matter. The basement is also equipped with comfortable, secure holding facilities for involuntary transformations that may prove dangerous to the student or any other students or members of faculty. There are certain rooms that can be made available for students existing outside the usual three dimensions, but notice should be given as soon as possible, as the ritual for extending dorms into the fourth dimension can take between two weeks and two months.

ra

dormitory.

Ra, for our bipedal, naturally humanoid students with various other talents such as witchcraft, invisibility, flight, ceaselessly growing fingernails and/or teeth, or necromancy, is our newest addition to campus! Built in 1836, Ra is the height of period architectural beauty, with enough turrets for every student’s turret needs, a widow’s watch for keeping watch for widows (a nightly task that each resident student will be called on to perform on a rotating schedule), and delicate gingerbread trim inlaid with ancient and terrible runes! Ra was also voted Most Comfortable Lounge in our 2015 You Choose! Campus event.

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Wollstonecraft offers a wide variety of classes in its curriculum! Ranging from standard English, mathematics, and science classes, to our advanced courses of demonology, astral projection, and more!

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Theater Club -
Gardening Club
Salsa Dancing Club
Fight Club - Unofficial club ran by Jude.
Seance Club
Undead and/or Immortal Support Group - Organized by Olly.

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Moth Man - Our beloved mathematics professor!
Bigfoot - Our excellent geology professor and assistant gym coach!

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ARTUME;
Augustus Andronikov & Micah Thatcher.

DRUANTIA;
Lars Sylvaine & Neerim.
Aoi Hamasaki & Colden Njalsson.
Benecio De Guerra & Echo.
Jude Rivera-Carvajal. (solo)
Ria Potiphar & Fleur.
Katya Drazyn & Barbie.
Zaya. (solo)

PROTEUS:
Tiago Leota & Jean-Baptiste Grenouille.
Ganyemede Arechavaleta & ???
Iniko & ???

RA:
Ernest Attwell & Emmanuel Louis Beauvais.
Cecilia Montgomery & Paige O'Connor.
Olly Feliciano & Eliza Oto.
Nulanchor II & Dolores Mattel.
Nova Zhong & Naressa Dupont.
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In Our Lady Wollstonecraft Academy, we encourage students to embrace their identity as mythological, extramundane and otherwise supernaturally gifted. Founded in ████ by ████ ██████ ████████, our prestigious academy offers a rigorous college preparatory education and curriculum, an effervescent and encouraging academic community, a wide variety of extracurricular activities including the arts, our awards winning sports programs, student government, and cosmological and entropical exploration, to encourage the development of well rounded and healthy student lives. Our students are invited to take advantage of all these resources with the guidance of our distinguished faculty, and become part of Wollstonecraft’s long, proud history of helping the unusual, otherworldly and unorthodox to find their place in the world.

Generations of legends have slithered, soared, prowled, oozed, and marched through the campus. With superlative experts leading the fields of Astral Projection, Cult Leadership, Demonology, Cryptozoology and Business, Wollstonecraft academic offerings are unrivaled: Over 600 courses in 78 subject areas, and with a student to teacher ratio as small as 8:1, the opportunity to explore the extranatural world in small classes with support from the adults in the community will not be missed.
Boarding residences are centrally located on our campus, close to classroom buildings, the dining halls, and other amenities such as a beautiful natural park with hiking trails, streams and lake, three pools, multiple athletic fields, and a half priced movie theater! We have four beautiful and historical dormitories, each with its share of secret passageways, hidden crypts, and deadly traps to encourage our students’ natural sense of curiosity, as well as fully modernized plumbing, heating, cooling, and wifi.

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Jude Rivera-Carvajal.

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"I get mean when I'm nervous, like a bad dog."​

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Local cherufe delinquent of Wollstonecraft Academy. Known for her viral videos of the fights she's been in. Punk little shit with anger issues to boot. Druantia. Character sheet.

Spoiler: Jude's Photos

Photo #1 is a blurry photo, as if the photographer flinched at the very last minute. Heat waves blur the photo at the edges, and the entire setting is bright red and glowing, pure heat emanating from wherever they are. Deep inside of a volcano, the photo captures the moment a naked young woman is pulling herself out of the lava and onto a nearby ledge. Her hair is aflame, her skin is dark brown rock, and Jude’s face is half obscured by her hair’s movement. Another of her kind, an older woman with a face that borders on uncanny valley, beady eyes and thick rocky cracks in her skin, sits on the ledge already. Jude’s mother smiles down at her daughter.

Photo #2 is like the other photos, seemingly taken in secret. While half obscured by the airplane seats, it focuses on a young redhead, wide-eyed and clutching the arm rests of her seat for dear life. Next to her sits an older man, dark hair already lined with gray, and a scruffy beard. Jude’s first time on an airplane with her father, heading for America.

Photo #3 features Jude’s father once again. He’s much older in it, face lined with wrinkles, hair almost completely gray. The room they sit in is cozy but disorganized, with stacks of books on the bedside, the laundry hamper overflowing, and the bookshelves in need of a good dusting. The man sits up in bed, feeble and thin, as Jude furrows her brow and spoonfeeds him a dose of his medicine.

Photo #4 is somewhere much more public, much more busy. People walk by, mere blurs of movement, as the focus of the photo stands on stage with her feet set in a wide stance. Jude is a performer in a travelling circus, donning a ridiculous costume, and firebreathing for a crowd of parents and their entertained children. Unfortunately at the very top of the photo, the canopy of the sitting area has caught flame.

; romantic. | ; best friends. | ; friends.
; acquaintances. | ; enemies.​

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❝ Everybody wants . . .

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lly Feliciano —

That undead 70's girl of the school. Super bubbly, super fashionable, and totally your new best friend. Creator of the Salsa Dancing Club. Ra. Character sheet.

Spoiler: Olly's Photos

Picture #1 is of two year old Olly. The picture is from 1965, notably so from the worn picture and grainy black-and-white quality. She sits as a chubby toddler in the grass with her mother, hair pulled into braids, hands full of dandelion puffs that she is offering to her mother as a gift. Her toddler dress is cutely patterned, her tiny shoes are shiny. Behind Olly and her mother, somewhat blocked by the two, her father leans over to grab their picnic basket. Olly is freckled and giggling. Her mother smiling but tired. Her father’s face is obscured.

Picture #2, also black-and-white and fuzzy. A group of girls are playing in the streets of the barrio. Olly is eleven years old, but slightly blurry from being mid-jump as they play double-dutch with jump ropes. Her hair is a flurry around her grinning face. Behind her, other girls play jump rope as well, half cut-off by the framing and blurry from movement. At the bottom of the picture, her younger sister Ruby is drawing on the blacktop with chalk.

Picture #3 is Olly at fifteen years old. The picture is in color, a shot of the set from one of her first modeling gigs. Her face is youthful and she has a picture-perfect smile, hair done up in a ponytail and bangs curled down over her forehead. She wears a striped shirt and hotpants, standing with other girls and all of them wearing roller skates. They stay posed with arms across each other’s shoulders as one of the makeup artists pats a powder puff of blush on Olly’s cheek. Lights and the edge of the backdrop are slightly in frame.

Picture #4, Olly is seventeen and very much humanly alive. Her face is seen from between other people in a crowded place, lips painted red and hair curled and stylish earrings glinting in the light. She is wide-eyed like a deer caught in the headlights, and at first glance, it appears she is looking straight at the camera. But her mouth is open, and the shoulder of a woman in fur shows that she is talking to someone. The lighting is purple and blue; it is the party in 1978 from the night she died.

; romantic. | ; best friends. | ; friends.
; acquaintances. | ; enemies.​

. . . to love you ! ❞

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Augustus Andronikov.

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Augustus is Wollstonecraft's resident wurdulac, a type of vampire from Russian folklore, and he's uppity enough to correct you about it every time. Huge rich asshole, very cocky, please feel free to punch him. Artume. Character sheet.

Spoiler: Augustus' Photos

Picture #1 is of a young boy, with curly dark hair and tanned skin, sitting calmly on his mother’s lap at the dinner table. Their house is large, but they eat dinner by themselves, the spread of the table containing meats and cheeses, and hearty bread with stew. Augustus holds a glass cup between his stubby childish fingers, drinking deeply, and his mother holds him in place with a hand around his middle.

Picture #2 is Augustus only a couple of years older now, but his face is lined with grief as he kneels on the floor next to his mother’s body. Her form is lifeless, drained of blood, and what seems to be a large bite mark leaves a chunk of her neck gone. His dark haired mother is dead, her clothes bloodied, her hair a mess around her face as she lays still on the floor. Augustus is clutching his mother’s hand, the blood on the floor and on her hand staining his expensive dress shirt and slacks.

Picture #3 is dark, grainy from the only light sources being the street lamps. The photo focuses on a figure in an alley, his mouth and the front of his shirt drenched in blood, blooming red and dark. Whoever is taking the photo is in danger, given the glint of his eyes as Augustus stares directly into the camera. At his feet lies the body of his latest dinner.

Picture #4 is during a business party, the room full of gray-faced old men in stiff suits, beautiful women in ridiculously expensive dresses, and butlers weaving through the crowd carrying flutes of champagne and hors-de-vours. Augustus stands next to a table of guests, a strained smile on his face as he greets them, and standing over him with a hand clamped onto his shoulder is his father. Anton is a brick house of a man, similar in stature to his son, but much more intimidating and pale. The man does not seem pleased.

; romantic. | ; best friends. | ; friends.
; acquaintances. | ; enemies.​

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❝Must be the . . .

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ecilia Montgomery —

Student body president, and daughter of the dean, Cecilia is the head witch bitch of the school. Always hungry for knowledge and power. Try not to get in her way. Ra. Character sheet.

Spoiler: Cecilia's Photos

Photo #1 is extremely old, and how it even exists is a question unto itself. A young girl, barely six years old, stands in a field wearing a bonnet and a long-sleeved dress. She gazes down at the flowers blooming, and focuses particularly on a butterfly barely in frame. A ways off behind Cecilia is her old house, made of wood and barely standing, in colonial Salem, Massachusetts. Her father sits on the steps of their porch, keeping an eye on his daughter.

Photo #2 is only a few years later, a grisly photo of a woman burning at the stake, already half-engulfed in flames. The face of Vivetta Montgomery is visible, and her wide eyes stare down at her daughter, barely in frame with her back turned to the camera. Cecilia clutches the arm of her father as they watch her mother be punished by fire for witchcraft.

Photo #3 is much later. Cecilia is in a darkened room, surrounded by multiple other women. Her coven performs a ritual, leaving the girl laying on the floor, body twisted and bent unnaturally, blood dripping from her mouth and nose. Directly behind her is her mother, watching intently, and very much alive.

Photo #4 is somewhere much more recognizable: in the dean’s office, Cecilia stands behind the desk, apparently caught red handed as she rifles through papers and drawers of her mother’s desk. A few photos, extremely similar to this photo itself, are scattered over the desk surface and floor.

; romantic. | ; best friends. | ; friends.
; acquaintances. | ; dislike. | ; enemies.​

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. . . season of the witch.❞

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paige o'connor

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"send me a message from somewhere beyond"​

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Paige is your personal telephone to the dearly departed. Human-supporting, murder-opposing, soft necromancer. Seances are held weekly, so sign up for Seance Club to learn more! Ra. Character Sheet

Spoiler: Paige's Photos

Photo #1
The photo is of Paige as an infant, about 9 months old. She is held in her mother's arms as her mother is speaking to someone on the phone, which is held between her shoulder and her ear. Her bright hair is fuzzy and had only just started to grow in. She is wearing a summery dress that is slightly too big for her and one of her chubby legs is draped over her mother's arm. One of her fingers is in her mouth as her big blue eyes are fixed on something. There is nobody else in the room. Interestingly, the camera did capture an orb in the room. One would normally assume it wis just a trick of the light or some sort of glare the camera picked up. What is notable, however, is that the orb was located exactly where Paige's eyes are fixed.

Photo #2
In this photo, Paige is five. Her hair is in a neat ponytail and she is in a casual pair of jeans and a blue and green striped sweater. Her left sneaker is untied. She is leaving school with all of her things. Her backpack is stuffed and her father is carrying a small box with her papers in it. Behind Paige, her teacher watches the little girl walk away with a wary expression. It is clear Paige is sad; her eyes are focused on the ground and her bottom lip is pushed out slightly, almost as if she is about to cry. Paige's father is uneasy, glancing over his shoulder, back at her teacher.

Photo #3
Paige is now fifteen. She is seen comforting another girl who is sobbing. Paige has tears of her own running down her cheeks. The other girl, Paige's best friend, is wearing an oversized sweatshirt that is clearly a boy's. Pictures are spread out on the floor around them. A black dress is hung up on the back of the bedroom door. Directly next to Paige is another glare, very similar to the one in the first photo.

Photo #4
Paige is sixteen, though she looks the same as she did in the last photo. She is sat at a small, round table by herself in a dimly lit room. Her palms are flat on the table and there are seemingly random trinkets on the table along with three candles. Sage is burning in a little dish in front of her and tendrils of the smoke are swirling around. Her eyes were closed, but her face is filled with concentration. Her hair looked as though a breeze was running through it, despite being in a closed room. Across from her, on the other side of the table, is another glare. This one is bigger and brighter than the first two.

Relationships
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nova zhong

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your local herbal witch with qualities of fortune reading, potion making and a thing for dark magic. proud owner of 100+ plants. garden club 'recycle or die' is everything you need and honestly therapy. Ra dorm.

Spoiler: Nova's photos

Photo #1 is an old picture. Nova is six years old and today is the day the family decided to leave the coven. It’s cloudy and the grass casts tiny drops of water from the morning dew. Her father is holding her on his arm, his back turned towards the camera lense. He looks young for a father of four though. Nova’s small chubby fingers grasp his clothes as she’s watching into the nothingness. The girl is snuggled in a soft tanned blanket shielding her from the piercing cold of the morning hours, yet her father only wears tank top. Behind them there’s the light blue VW minibus in which their few belongings are stuffed.

Photo #2 is set back home. A polaroid that makes it appear like the sunniest day in an 80s movie. The wind chills the skeletons of tree branches all around but it’s warm enough for fifteen year old Nova to stand in the lake behind her house only making her visible from her belly button up. She’s wearing white shirt that slowly but steadily soaks the water into its material. It clings onto her figure, only creating wet wrinkles all over her upper body. Her hair is up in a messy bun with her bangs falling into her face. The sun is bright which makes her pinch her eyes a little as she’s surrounded by rosy blooming sea lilies crowding the whole lake. Nova’s holding onto a big barrel inside the water while her other hand picks up a new sea lily to add to the wooden utensil.

Photo #3 is shot in a concealed perspective like a mouse coming out of its hole. In the greenhouse of the garden club where the main color is painted in various tones of greens and browns. Nova is holding an old wooden broom, its edges all shabby and dusty. Broken flower pots are all over the floor as the dark soil creates a heavy contrast to the white shining bottom. It doesn’t look like an accident, more like a threat by killing her darlings. While cleaning the mess slowly, Novas posture is hunched and weak while her hands cling onto the broom as if it’s the only object promising her some sort of support. A tear is running down her cheek as a few strains of her pitch black hair are stuck on her lips from the moisture her tears created.

Photo #4 was made quite recently. The picture is crowded with people in suits and gowns worthy of an award show. It’s her oldest sister’s wedding set in the woods that Nova calls home. It’s golden hour, each face saturated in warm sunlight, the last glances of the day before the moon would set and the real party would begin. But in this moment Nova is laughing wholeheartedly as she’s talking to the bride while they’re cheering their glasses of sparkling champagne a little too hard. The alcohol spills onto the grass but the sisters don’t seem to be bothered at all. Her emerald green dress sways in the light breeze and the light’s giving it a slight shining purple shimmer.

Relationships
☾ Echo – a close friend, he's good to talk to and she has a lot of wholesome fun with him
☾ Tiago – her current crush, they're school friends
☾ Naressa - her roomie, they're good friends
☾ Cecilia – a frenemy. having another witch around is comforting but they also want to outmatch eachother
☾ Kat – they know each other because they're both in the gardening club. As of now they're more acquaintances than friends.

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Payam is the demon haunting the academy, still trapped in an ancient book ready to sweeten up your life - absolutely not. always there to feed you with knowledge though and big fan of tierra whack.

Spoiler: Payam's photos

#Photo 1 shows two boys around the age of thirteen. They’re leaning over walls made of stone. One boy holds a handful of weeds towards a bull that is held inside the inclosure, the other is Tristán bending close to the bull. In his hands there’s pieces of underwear in quite a big size. His face is tensed, his prominent eyebrows are drawn together but there’s a noticeable smile on the young boys lips trying to reach the animal and hanging the clothes on the bulls horns that they had stolen from the pastor’s cabinet. The other boy laughs brightly till his stomach hurts and his ribs get tough. He’s turning to Tristán. An ancient prank.





#Photo 2 is taken somewhere in Spain. It’s shot from a door frame that borders the picture. Tristán was long gone as Payam had taken his spot. Today was his birthday but there’s no celebration, just a heavy sword in his hand, pulling it after him on the floor which was stained in fresh blood. His face is sprinkled red as if he gained more freckles. His eyes looked concentrated trying to figure out if there’s still sounds creeping from the building. At least he’s consistent and doesn’t break the deals he’s made.





Photo #3 is dark and bright at the same time. The image shows him sitting with two strangers in warm candle light in the midst of a cemetery. Only his profile is visible, Payam points on the gravestone and holds a bright orange flower in his hand. Clearly he is talking to the two men in his company and it seems like Payam is explaining something. The man right next to him uses a knife to cut sweet bread into slices. In Payams hands the dark and the bright collide on diá de los muertos in Mexico.





Photo #4 is set on a busy market in Argentina within the day. The people around shield themselves with fabrics on their heads. The vendors are sitting in the little shade that is there, waiting for people to come around. Payam isn’t the first thing you spot on the picture. He’s far on the left and barely in the frame. He’s sitting against the wall of a stone building with his shirt unbuttoned. In the moment of the picture being taking he’s eating from a passion fruit with his face a little off from experiencing the intense taste over and over. Next to him sits an elderly woman placing down not only fruits but also handmade baskets.

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[copacetic]

micah thatcher

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"i've seen the dark side of the moon"​

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Micah, shadow boi, ray of actual sunshine. Suffering from the Too Much™ gene, he can be overwhelming. But, he is determined to be your pal. Artume. Character Sheet

Spoiler: Micah's Photos

Photo #1
The first photo shows a toddler, about 3 years old, standing in his pajamas. His face was sleepy and theThe room is dimly lit, but still bright enough to see the boy. His attention seems to be caught by something in the corner of the room. This corner of the room was a deep black, the kind of darkness that gives off a foreboding aura. It looks as if young Micah is about to start walking towards it. This photo was taken moments before he fell into the shadow and changed into a shadow person.

Photo #2
The next photo shows two blurry, shadowy figures. One is is child sized, so one can assume that it is Micah. Judging by his size since his features are now lost in photographs, he is probably two years older. The sun has nearly completely set and they are crossing the street. The larger shadowy figure seems to be looking back in the direction of the photographer, its eyes shining white.

Photo #3
Quite some time has passed since the last photo. By the setting, it is clear that it is the late 70s, especially because the photo was actually taken inside Studio 54. It was the famous (or infamous depending on your opinion of glitter) New Years Eve party with four tons of glitter dumped on the floor. Amongst the partygoers, there was a shadowy figure, even more blurry than he would normally appear, clearly caught dancing.

Photo #4
Again, it is clear that decades have passed since the previous photo. This time, the shadowy figure is just slumped against a headstone. It was the middle of the night in a cemetery in a small town in the Czech Republic. Micah was leaning forward and his head was tilted towards something in his hands. It appeared to be paper. It was the brochure he had received from the academy.

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[oliver]

Ganymede Arechavaleta

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Ganymede is everyone's favorite shapeshifter! Or-- is he? He's ready for fun and adventure any time any day. Not in the mood to talk? Too bad! Proteus. Character Sheet

Spoiler: Ganymede's Photos

Photo #1 is angled down at a tanned woman with curly brown hair blocking any part of her face from being visible. She is holding a newborn baby wrapped up in a blue blanket while sitting up in a hospital bed. Her hand hovers just above him as if she is afraid to touch him. The baby's eyes are open and they're pitch black. Blurred in the background is a man sitting hunched over in a chair, his face burried in his hands.

Photo #2 is of a monstrous figure several feet taller than the middle school aged children screaming and running away around it. Its face is elongated, covered with black feathers, has two black beady eyes, and has a mouth easily identifiable as an open beak with razor sharp teeth inside. Its long neck is stretched forward, maw snapping at the children with fervor. It's body torso is thin, the feathers becoming scant around the ribcage to show off an emaciated figure which is soon censored by more feathers. The long arms and legs lack these feathers near the hands and feet, but are replaced with dry, black skin and the nails are dark talons. The monster has one of the children caught by the collar of their shirt, talons about to impale them.

Photo #3 is a photo of Ganymede at age fifteen. Half of his body is behind a very used brown chair in what looks to be a living room. His face is bright red, his eyes puffy, his eyebrows furrowed, and his mouth wide open as if he is arguing. Obscuring part of the left side of the photo is a middle aged man facing Ganymede and away from the photographer. Ganymede's father, presumably. He's pointing towards the hallway next to Ganymede and probably yelling back.

Photo #4 shows Ganymede laying on a patch of grass, bottle of alcohol in hand spilling out over the first, and a fire burning in a makeshift circle of rocks by his feet. Next to him is a boy half laying on his side, half hovering above Ganymede's body. Ganymede's hand is gently grasping the other's blond hair. Both of them have small smiles on their faces as they look into each other's eyes. The photo was taken from only several feet away. The sun hasn't quite set yet.

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[oliver]

Aoi Hamasaki

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Ever wanted to know what the frogs are thinking? Aoi's the guy to ask! He's relatively new to the whole being-a-person thing but he's happy to be included. Dedicated to the Gardening Club, he can usually be found among nature. Druantia. Character Sheet

Spoiler: Aoi's Photos

Photo #1 is a of a collection of clear frog eggs with little black spots in them. They are submerged under murky water just as the camera the picture was taken with had been.

Photo #2 is of a black haired girl holding a round frog in one hand and using her other to hold her hair back as she places her lips atop the frog's back.

Photo #3 seems as if it were taken right after photo #2. Newly-turned-human Aoi is standing their in the nude. His hair down to his chest, his body is covered in mud and dirt, . However, the girl known as Masako tastefully blocks the viewer from seeing his junk as she sprints away, absolutely disgusted.

Photo #4 is of Aoi sitting by the pond, his hair now cut short. He's got on a bright yellow rainbow with a bucket hat to match. His legs are pulled to his chest but the photo is taken from behind him. There is a slight outline to a figure behind him that is hardly decipherable. The photo is very blurred as if something did not want this moment to be capture.

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"You are the. . . .

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iago Leota is labeled as one of the troublemakers in Wollstonecraft for his proclivity for chaos, hobby of slacking, and an instinct of knowing right where the action is happening to be there. If Tiago were a product on Amazon, one find very mixed reviews. Some find him obnoxious, some find him charming, but he always makes things much more interesting. |Character sheet| Proteus

Spoiler: photos

Photo #1 is taken at a festival. It's a vivid and bright photo with people crowding most of the picture, but farther away in the line of focus is a tan little boy smiling wildly with unfettered joy. He is sitting on the shoulders of a man who holds his same rounded nose, thick eyebrows, and wide grin. The child is reaching out and pouting at something out of view while his father looks on.

Photo #2 Looks into a bathroom from a high window. As the camera peers down, a small teenage boy stands in front of a mirror, showing his bare back to the photographer. There are faint bruises on his arms and a few angry scratches on his back, but they don't look deep enough to truly raise concern. In the mirror, Tiago holds his mouth slightly parted to the glass and is pressing a finger into an abnormally pointy eye tooth with intense focus. But the more alarming feature of his appearance is the way his eyes reflect gold in the vanity lights.

Photo #3 Is hard to make out with the sun beaming dead into the photo. But amidst the bright rays of the afternoon, a house is seen. Out in the the yard is a short woman in a nightgown looking very irritated, her mouth open in an unheard yell. The subject of her anger is up above on the roof. 15 year old Tiago is sitting on the roof, in a soccer jersey and shorts smiling down wholly unconcerned with the woman's rage. His hair is long, shaggy, and in desperate need of a cute as it drapes over his forehead. The puca is sat back on his knees as he waves to his mother. Though this picture spells trouble and groundation, Tiago looks alive.

Photo #4 Is mostly dark. The only illuminated objects in the picture are from the moonlight up above. Tiago sits on a boulder in the forest of WSC. His typical grin is nowhere to be found, replaced by a somber, contemplative expression. He's in nothing more than a pair of pajama pants, his feet and chest bare, but he is seemingly unbothered by the typical coolness of night as he rests his arms on his knees. Tiago's is staring directly at the viewer of the picture, but his gaze is unfocused. He doesn't recognize that someone is there.

- romantic interest | ♕ - best friend | ♘ - friend | ❂ - acquaintance
❖ - neutral | ❆ - enemy | ♙ - complicated​

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. . . . sun and the stars"

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"I'll try my best. . . .

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tienne Vance is a demonic spirit with a heart of gold. He's a very chill and collected young man, who sets out on every adventure with the intention to have a good time and make friends. He's not the most outgoing and occasionally lacks socially tack, but he's a loyal friend who prefers to be with others over being alone. |Character Sheet| Proteus

Spoiler: photos

Photo #1

Photo #2

Photo #3

Photo #4

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❖ - neutral | ❆ - enemy | ♙ - complicated​

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. . . . to make you happy"

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[Athens]

"A lady knows what. . . .

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ana Garcia is a bitch and is unapologetic about her unfriendly demeanor. She doesn't start trouble and can be congenial with just about anyone, but the overachiever has zero time for slackers. Relationships, in general, seem fickle and unimportant when you were raised to have sex with men and eat them once they're asleep. |Character Sheet| Artume

Spoiler: photos

Photo #1 Is aged but strangely well-preserved. It is from the perspective of the stairs. As if someone were peeking between the spokes of the banister to observe a young Dana. Dana looks to be no more than 8 years old sitting in a large but decrepit attic tucked beside a tall, unopened crate. Her brown locks are nearly to her waist and styled into to simple braids. She's in a simple, flowy gown with sandals strapped to her feet. Her skin is looks unnatural in the grey-scaled photo and her lips are chapped as she rests with her head against her knees. Her sunken eyes are trained onto the round attic window across the room where just beyond the horizon, the sun appears to be rising. The fear in her eyes is apparent as she clings to herself.

Photo #2 Has a grainy quality to it. It's a haunting photo to look at and void of color. On stone streets, a group of women are crowded together in a menacing fashion. The faces that can be made out do not look particularly threatening, but they are vicious. The smiles on their lips do not speak of good will. A little further ahead of the bunch is a tall Amazonian-type woman with long, flowing locks and a hardened expression. She does not look concerned but firm. On the receiving end of her stare, stands a less than composed Dana illuminated by torchlight. Her hair is wild and her cheeks glisten with tears. Though she stands tall with a locked jaw as she glares back at the woman, one can see the distressed furrowing of her brow and her nails digging into the fabric of her long dress. It's a standoff, but Dana one Dana has lost.

Photo #3 Is a colored photo taken at a distance. The focus in on two figures at a picnic table under a tree as the sun begins to set. One is able to see a much older Dana perched on the top of the table with sunglasses tucked into her chocolaty hair as she smiles down at a curly-headed young man. There's a light in her eyes that she lacks in her other photos. For once, Dana looks happy. The young man is speaking with an animated expression, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he gestures towards something on the table out of view of the camera.

Photo #4 Is unsettling to view because of how recent it is. It is hard to make out much from the perspective at which the photo is taken, but the setting is apparent. At the forefront of the photo is the bindings of books so close that the text is blurred and unable to make out, but the focus is in a gap between two books. Through the space is the upper half of Dana in what appears to be an old library.. Her head is slightly down-turned as she chews on a pencil in thought. She looks to be studying the text of an ancient looking book. The familiarity of the space warrants some pause.

- romantic interest | ♕ - best friend | ♘ - friend | ❂ - acquaintance
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. . . .she wants and when"

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"A smile is. . . .

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ia Potiphar is the local air head of the school —in more than one sense. Ria hasn't been at the school long, but has already made a place as the social butterfly of Wollstonecraft. She's a surprisingly good friend for the limited range of emotions, sometimes she slips up and can be a bit insensitive, but she is always willing to listen to any and everyone's problems. |Character Sheet| Druantia

Spoiler: photos

Photo #1 Displays Ria in childhood. She's a chubby faced toddler in a simple gown on bare feet. Little Ria is standing on the shore of a beach staring wide-eyed out into the ocean where a man is paddling out on a surfboard. Her arms are stretched out towards the man and her hands curled like she's attempting to grab onto him and pull him to her. There is no fear on her face but enjoyment and curiosity. At a distance, the camera has capture her want to join the man in the water unaware of any dangers that could await her.

Photo #2 Is set in a joyous atmosphere. Every face in the photo is alight with a smile. The take of the photo is close, but rather than being in the fray of congregating islander people, they are amidst the trees, a slight distance away. In the center of the people is Ria. Her smile is somehow wider than those around her as she looks up with adoration at a tall man and a short woman next to him. The man is holding a surfboard out to Ria whose hands are stretched out to grab it. It's a gift that she clearly will cherish.

Photo #3 Is a close-up of what appears to be the face of a real life sleeping beauty. Every detail of the young girl is on display on the photo, from the crows feet in the corner of her eyes to the creases of her lips. The proximity to the subject causes a sense of unease in the viewer. The sight is invasive and wrong. At first glance, she would appear to be sleeping, but rather than have a peaceful, relaxed visage, her face is stiff and lifeless. She's dead.

Photo #4 shows a small, winged creature lifting into the sky. The peaking sun in the sky makes it hard to distinguish minute details about the creature, but it is still recognizable. Ria in her sylph form is taking to the skies with a determined expression on her small face. She's no more than half a foot in a small white gown as she trails her hands through the open blue expanse. Where her hands are stretched out on either side, clouds have begun to collect around her fingers and leave a white trail behind her as she ascends.

- romantic interest | ♕ - best friend | ♘ - friend | ❂ - acquaintance
❖ - neutral | ❆ - enemy | ♙ - complicated​

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. . . . what I'm after"

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[Athens]

"Shoot for the. . . .

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liza Oto is a traveling, ageless musician who has finally decided to settle down from her journeying abroad and get an education. She is the new girl at Wollstonecraft, and a bit of an oddball. She's used to being by herself and doing her own thing, but finds interacting with others interesting (like watching a real life experiment). Eliza has an unhealthy relationship with drugs and is fascinated with dark shit, but she's a chill gal to be around. |Character Sheet| RA

Spoiler: photos

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Photo #2

Photo #3

Photo #4

- romantic interest | ♕ - best friend | ♘ - friend | ❂ - acquaintance
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. . . . stars, rocketeer"

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Ernest Attwell

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Is he really even there? Yes, and he's got every reason to be happy about it. There's theatre, scary magic shit, his mad scientist of a father isn't around, it's got theatre. What more could an invisible boy ask for? Ra. Character Sheet

Spoiler: Ernest's Photos

The first photo shows a young woman in her garden. Though tended to, it is overgrown with weeds and wildflowers. The sun is shinning. Her hair falls around her face in blonde waves and she's wearing a large, white sunhat. Aside her is a young boy carrying a pale of water. The woman is reaching to help him as he struggles with the weight.

The second photo is indoors. Early morning light drifts in throw gently billowing curtains. A man kneels before the same boy. He's dressed in a black suit and looks over his glasses as he fixes the boy's tie. They both look somber and tired. The boy looks down at the man's hands, studying them as they struggle to remember the task in front of them.

The third photo looks down into a basement. The lights are off and everything is cast in shadow. The wood around the frame is chipped; the paint is peeling. The vastness below looks ominous.

That last photo is of the boy, years older than what he was in the first. He's crouched in front of a tv set, trying to play a vcr. His face is bandaged and he is alone. He is slouched forward as he works and slightly hugs his figure with one arm. It is night and the room is only illuminated by one yellow lamp.

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Barbie

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"Can I be the first to say that I love it here?"​

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Despite being lightyears away from her homeplanet, this extraterrestrial lady doesn't seemed to been too worried. She's having the time of her life at Wollstonecraft Academy. Druantia. Character Sheet

Spoiler: Barbie's Photos

The first photo shows a large, open room. There are rows upon rows of clear cribs inside. There is a swaddled infant in each crib. The lights are dimmed and above them hangs a crimson nebula, thick glass the only thing separating them from the infiniteness of space.

The second shows a cafeteria with hundreds of children sat at tables. They are quiet and focused as they complete small crafts. Adults monitor them by patrolling the aisles between each table.

The third shows a small girl sitting outside an office in a chair. Her feet hang in the air and her bald head stoops forward to stare at her toes. She grips the seat tightly in both hands as she leans forward precariously.

The fourth shows the same girl a few years older. She is crouched in a forest hugging her knees. Her large, black eyes are fixed on a group of mushrooms. Though alone, she looks content. Moonlight pours down over bare trees, casting shadows on the forest floor. Though it is dark, she is unafraid.

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Evangeline Matsouka

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Eva has a lot to learn after being buried the last few decades. She's coursework to study for, friends to disturb, and vampiric like tendencies to get a hold over. It's taking some time but she's found herself stalking Wollstonecraft's human residents a little less often. Artume. Character Sheet.

Spoiler: Eva's Photos

The first photo is old, well preserved but black and white. It depicts a party sometime in the late 1920s. Though there seems to be little focus on her, you can spot Eva in the crowd dancing with and smiling at a younger gentleman. Her hair is bobbed and her dress is brilliantly laced. Her hands are thrown out to help her balance and she's leaned forward in a Swinging Charleston, eyes locked with the boy in front of her.

The following photo captures the same two posing to have their photo taken. It is done by a different photographer than the one this photo is taken by and so their attention is drawn away. They stand aside each other nervously, Eva's head ducked down in a small smile as she and the boy look at a bouquet of flowers in her hands. She is dressed in a white gown and her hair is pinned back, a veil delicately draped over it.

The third photo is of a forest. The trees are bare and leaves litter the ground. There doesn't seem to be any particular focus in this photo either. It's simply of a spot in the woods, midday and quiet.

The final photo is of Eva again. She is at Wollstonecraft Academy and she is curled tightly into one corner of a darkly lit room. She's sat on the floor and her arms are wrapped tightly around her legs. Her face is buried in her lap. There is no furniture around, no other people. She is alone.

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LARS SYLVAINE

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Wollstonecraft's unseelie prince of your dreams, who's not above proving he's better than you. He only knows how to be a prick and drink his life away, because we're here for a good time, not a long time. Druantia. Character Sheet

Spoiler: Lars' Photos

The first photo showcases a small tan child, with green eyes gleaming with interest, and chubby arms reaching up up up towards one of his siblings. The room is dark, aside from the moonlight that leaks through the windows, illuminating the pair, and capturing the pure look of disinterest and disgust as they peer down at Lars — arms taut by their sides, as if one touch from the younger boy would doom their life.

The next photo is taken from a farther distance, somewhere within the forest at night. In the center beneath a tree, the same boy has aged no more than 8 years. The chubbiness he once had disappeared, revealing a slender statue as he stands, kissing the cheek of a girl. His arms hang by his sides, hands balled into a fist, while a look of astonishment paints itself on the former’s features; eyes wide and cheeks flushed with her mouth slightly agape as she stares back at Lars.

The third photo is unfocused and blurry, as if the photographer was being jostled around as they took the picture. There’s a crowd of unfocused faces, but the happiness emitting from them is clear. In the center of the crowd, commanding your attention is Lars — shirt unbuttoned at the top, revealing tan skin that shines under the lights. His face is flushed, a pink tint settled over his cheeks and his eyes hazy and glossed over. There’s a grin on his face, and for a moment as you stare at the photo he seems happy, but the longer you stare at him, the more apparent the sorrow that hides beneath the surface of his smile becomes clearer.

(tw: implied abuse) The atmosphere of the fourth photo differs greatly from the previous one. The photographer is much closer to Lars, as if they were in the same room as him. He’s turned away from the camera, holding himself tightly in a ball as he lays on the floor. There’s no light source, as if he was left in the dark except for the moonlight that filters through the window cascading over his figure. His back is red and raw, blooming with wounds over old bruises and his arms encircling himself, not caring if he stained his hands with blood.

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NARESSA DUPONT

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Gorgon girl after all our hearts, Naressa is a dreamer with a child-like curiosity for the world around her. She's very open to new experiences and is always looking for an adventure behind each closed door. Ra. Character Sheet

Spoiler: Naressa's Photos

This photo is taken within the comfort of someone’s home; the blinds are drawn, but sunlight peaks between the cracks. A child no older than 3 stands in front of the television, hands splayed across the screen and a look of amazement on her face. The TV shows a cougar running through the wild, freely.

The second photo is taken from a distance, away from the home. Greenery surrounds the landscape, and in front of the home two teenage boys appear to be leaving the home. In the upper level of the house, a girl much older than she appeared in the last photo gazes out the window down at the pair below. A sort of melancholy yet wistful look settles across her features, as the snakes hidden within her hair look outside as well.

In this photo, the sunset casts a shadow on the side of the home, and hidden within the darkness of the shadows is a girl, no older than 16. She dons a dark hoodie, pulled over her head obscuring most of features, but the look of fear yet excitement brimming from her is clear. She appears to be sneaking away from her home; whether it’s the first time or not is unclear.

In the last photo, Naressa appears to be running away from her town in a hurry. Any clothing used to hide her hair is gone, along with protection for her eyes. They glow in an unnatural way, and her slit-like pupils are hard to miss with tears brimming in her eyes. A sense of terror is written all over her face, as if she’d done something or witnessed something unspeakable moments before.

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Echo

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"If we get caught, here's the story..."​

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A charismatic will-o'-the-wisp who's guilty of being a troublemaker in Wollstonecraft Academy. His pranks are mostly harmless, but he definitely has a track record. Echo is a party favor, an emergency flare, and a night-light! What's not to love?
Druantia dorm. Character Sheet.

Spoiler: Echo's Photos

Photo #1
A campfire illuminates a forest at night. The shadows stretch far and recede into the underbrush, away from the warmth. People with bottles of beer in hand are seated in a circle around the crackling fire and laugh with one another, but they’re not in focus. The photo mostly captures the dark sky, the embers floating towards the stars, and the silhouetted trees. Barely seen on the upper right corner is a peculiar but tiny ball of blue flames hiding amongst the oak’s foliage. At first it seems like a trick of the light, but it's actually a sentient being, watching the people below.

Photo #2
This one is taken from behind a tree at the break of dawn, but again in a forest. In the distance, there’s Echo. He has grown a humanoid form since the first photograph and appears to be the age of a five-year-old child. He’s standing by a lake with his back turned toward the rising sun and he’s cast in an ethereal glow that’s both golden and rosy. A hint of blue is emanating from his body, but it’s almost hard to tell with the mist slowly rolling through the forest. There are other will-o’-the-wisps like him that are faintly glowing different colors of the rainbow; they’re sitting cross-legged in the dewy grass across from him. Bestowed by his elder is a wildflower crown which adorns Echo’s head of stark white hair. He’s holding his chin up high and beaming. The moniker ceremony is occurring and he just announced his name to the village—to the world. They’re all rejoicing. Whistle is beside him, clad in a mantle woven entirely out of leaves. A proud grin is on his wrinkled face.

Photo #3
Within the treehouse is a long, sturdy table that’s been set and filled with prepared dishes of varying kinds. A light fixture made out of reclaimed wood hangs suspended above it and the room is swathed by cozy light. Every wisp in the village is occupying this dining room; they add a dim, prismatic medley of color to the photograph. Some are sitting in chairs around the table while others are slightly hovering above their seats, forks and knives in hand as they indulge in the feast before them. There’s venison steak, roasted fish, vegetable stew, fruit salad and much more. The beginning of spring is marked by a bountiful dinner for wisps, in which they celebrate renewal. Echo is near the end of the table but this time around he’s a preadolescent. He’s seen leaning over his plate mid-bite and he just heard a joke that was made toward his eldest sister, Robin, who’s none too pleased. The photograph was taken right before Echo chortles. Whistle looks mildly amused, but he’s trying not to let it show.

Photo #4
Echo seems to be alone in this photograph, but whoever took the photo was close by his side. The room he’s sitting in is nearly pitch-black; the only source of light comes from his skin. He has grown sharper features, his hair is chopped short, and he’s matured into a teenager. One could argue that the photo was taken somewhat recently, but that’s not the case. Echo is holding a needle lined by thread and mending a plain white T-shirt with a red patch of cotton fabric. It almost seems to be a menial chore, but something is wrong. His brows are furrowed and his jaw is tightly clenched, but not in concentration or annoyance. There are tears running down Echo’s face as he sews the red fragment to what is presumed to be his own shirt. It’s placed atop his heart. Pain that is only brought by loss can be seen in his eyes.

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Jessa-Mae

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A berbalang who's eager to please. Jessa-Mae can and will make a friendship bracelet for you, treat you to ice cream, and still ask if it's okay to break a bully's legs after they've hurt you. She may be a little messed up, but she has a lot of love to give.
Artume dorm. Character Sheet.

Spoiler: Jessa-Mae's Photos

Photo #1
The still hours of the night are most noticeable in cemeteries, and that is where the first photograph is taken. It's very dark, grainy, and hard to make out anything. A shape can just barely be seen lurking in the darkness. It's small, hunched over, humanlike, and somewhat frail—a young Jessa-Mae, alone. Something thin and long is also protruding from her back; it's a pair of leathery wings. Her eyes are so piercingly bright and yellow that it gives the impression she's a wild animal rather than a person. It's too difficult to identify whatever is lying in front of her, yet it appears to be bigger than she is. She's devouring it.

Photo #2
Jessa-Mae is around seven years old in this photograph, though she's much older in berbalang years. She's standing in front of a three-sided mirror in the fitting room of a boutique. The dress she's sporting is colorful and floral-printed—a vibrant contrast against the egg white walls. She spins on her tiptoes to admire the hem of her dress when it fans out around her knees. The flash of a giddy smile can still be seen behind the moving curtain of her black hair. Her adoptive mother is sitting close by with her hands calmly folded in her lap. She's not watching Jessa-Mae; she's glancing over her shoulder towards the camera. She knows the unknown photographer is hiding behind the partitions.

Photo #3
The photo is taken on a quaint backyard patio. Jessa-Mae looks fifteen years old or so, and her hair has been dyed a deep red; it's tied up in a messy bun. She's seated on a porch swing with another girl by her side, who she looks to be around her age, too. The girl's head is resting on Jessa-Mae's shoulder as they sit in silence and watch the sun dip below the horizon. The last rays of daylight touch their faces, coloring their complexions with warm tones before dusk begins. Jessa-Mae's cheeks are rosy, but it's not because of the lighting. She nervously grins to herself while the other girl looks content. Just out of frame, they're holding hands.

Photo #4
This photograph is the most recent one. Jessa-Mae is seen with her back facing the camera. Her hair is blue this time around and she's carrying three bags of luggage on her own with ease. She's standing a few feet away from the open gates of Wollstonecraft, which is in shot. The victorian-gothic architecture and all of its grandeur is so vast and tall that she has to gaze at the academy as if it were skyscraper. In the distance, the towers from the Artume dorm can be seen as well as the expansive forest beyond the Druantia dorm. A folded brochure is sticking out of her back pocket.

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"they broke my wings. . . .

K

atya is the enchanting forest demoness of your nightmares. While she has a fiery temper (literally) and can come off harsh, she's a fierce and loyal friend to those she deems worthy and is the founder of the Garden Club on campus. Her snakes won't bite, but she might. Kill a human, save a tree! Druantia. Character Sheet.

Photographs:

Spoiler: Photographs

Photo #1: The first photo is of a much happier, younger Katya with her mother. Her dark hair is wild and filled with flowers and leaves, her clothes covered in dirt from the forest she inhabits and a snake is coiled around her forearm. Her mother, a stunningly beautiful woman with wild eyes, leans in as if to tell her a secret as the girl's face lights up with laughter.

Photo #2: The second photo is many years later, after the death of Katya's mother. It's taken from far away, a smart decision on the photographers part. There is a Finnish town burning up in flames, buildings collapsing as the fire consumes them and everything and anyone inside. A large, menacing dragon is flying overhead, breathing fire and destroying everything in its wake as some survivors try to flee. The green-eyed dragon, is Katya.

Photo #3: The next photo is taken from much closer, in the middle of a harsh winter. It is hard to tell with the blizzard coming down, but there is a disheveled and distraught looking dark-haired girl weeping over the body of a slain dragon, clutching onto the beast tightly like a mother would hold a child. It's blood stains the snow crimson, and the girl's own wounds leave trails of blood behind her as one of her own wings is sliced nearly all the way through.

Photo #4: The fourth photo is much more recent, from a previous school year. Katya is sitting alone at a table in the corner of a full cafeteria, isolated from the rest of the students. She appears to be whispering something to the ball python wrapped around her neck as she watches students at a nearby table laughing amongst themselves, picking at the food on her plate uninterestedly.

Relationships:
- Paige: The only human that Kat likes and one of her best friends, though she'd never admit it. She admires her kind-heart, especially after everything she's been through.
- Payam: Her favorite destructive demon friend. If they aren't causing trouble together, they're spending time with Paige.
- Lars: She can't stand his arrogance, but she also can't seem to stay away from him.
- Naressa: Katya is more than happy to have a snake buddy.
- Fleur: Katya is good friends with the forest nymph, even if she doesn't approve of murder.
- Iniko: Both women love gold and eating men, what's not to like?

. . . . and forgot i had claws"

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"dangerous but fun"

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» Colden Njalsson
Colden is a shape-shifting Nykur and one-third of Woolstonecraft's chaos bois. When he's not goofing around with his boys, he's playing his guitar or trying to befriend every student at the academy. Druantia. Character Sheet

» Photographs;

Spoiler: Photographs

Photo 1: The first photograph is obscured by some tall grass the photographer must have been hiding in, but is of a young Colden, wind tousling his curly brown hair as he plays in the shallow part of the lake. His mother is standing beside him and a large grey steed, presumably his father in his Nykur form, is splashing water at the two.

Photo 2: The second photo is taken more than ten years later, of the back of a girl with long blonde, braided hair facing the lake, her blue dress waving in the wind as she gazes at the large grey steed coming out of the water. Colden is emerging from the lake, mid-way through shifting into his human form, a wide smile and look of adoration in his eyes as he greets the girl. It is of his last day with Mari, the day that she died.

Photo 3: The next photo is taken only days after the last, the same day that Colden got his letter for Wollstonecraft. Its taken from outside a window looking in, showing Colden and his father standing in the middle of the living room clearly having a heated argument as his mother stands to the side, looking distraught.

Photo 4: The fourth and final photo is of Colden, Echo, and Micah from only a few months ago, the end of last semester. The three boys are in the dark, with only Echo's blue light to make out their faces, and only Col's face is recognizable. They're setting up a slip-n-slide in the main hallway for when the first students walk in the next morning, though you can barely tell from the dark image. Colden's face is pulled into a bright grin as he looks towards his friends, a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

» Relationships;
Echo: One of his best friends. Chaos bois for life.
Micah: One of his best friends. Chaos bois for life.
Ria: His study buddy, who he happens to have a crush on.

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