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USERNAME: Giyari

CHARACTER NAME: Arik Diedrich

RACE: Arik was a Warlock when he was alive, Warlock being a separate magical race, not a male witch.

GENDER: Male

AGE Old, he was already sealed in The Armour thousands of years before the Fountain was even thought of. They are now basically extinct…

OCCUPATION Universal terror

MAGIC:Extreme teleportation done by bending the flow of time, complete magical absorbance and perception interference. He can control a dense magical aura mixed in with the conquered souls which takes the dormant form of a corporeal cloak like mantle which can absorb magical attacks and buffet physical ones to an extent.

TALENTS: The Armour is for all outside appearances just that, a suit of armor, but that’s only because that’s how it wants you to see it. It has the innate ability to almost blend into and become so inconspicuous that you’d never really notice it unless you were looking right at it.
The ability to suppress it’s magical presence too making it undetectable by magical means. Arik can also ‘see’ in full 360 vision via the cloak like condensed aura that surrounds his body, and can taste all the magic in the surrounding area, allowing him to expect what the magic his opponent is using and from which direction it’s coming.

FLAWS: As all magic that approaches his body is absorbed, Arik is more or less invulnerable to magical attacks, he is NOT however invulnerable against physical attacks, though he can definitely take a beating. Another weakness is, that he absorbs all magic that comes into contact with it, if too much magic is absorbed the vessel like body would start to destroy its self like an over filled water balloon.

PERSONALITY: Twisted, cold, malicious, clever, well spoken. They say genius is one step away from madness, and Arik was much, much, more than a genius. During his lifetime Arik was feared as the greatest magical threat that had ever walked the earth. He was someone that could fell entire civilisations, remove them from the history books and stub out any lives that mentioned its name from then on. And he enjoyed it. Arik takes great glee in watching others suffer against something that they have no control over, like the moon crashing into the ocean, or all the volcanoes on a continent erupting in unison, and things like that. He has an urge to become more powerful, to become a god, and when he was living, he wasn’t that far off it…

BIOGRAPHY: The Armour seems to just ‘be there’ no one really knows where it came from, no one can explain its purpose, obviously at one point it was used to protect some sort of warrior but as of now little is known about it other than the fact that it exists.
Though this next chapter has been forgotten from through the ages and has long since been wiped from living and dead memory, it is still important
The Armor is in fact more dangerous than could ever be imagined, The Armour is a prison for a number of souls, souls so incredibly pernicious and malevolent that hell refused to take them in. The souls were instead sealed inside container after container until The Armour was chosen. After it was thought that nothing more could be done, The Armour was sealed inside its own prison like room, deep, deep below ground level in the hopes that it would forever remain out of the hands of anyone at all. It had remained there until it’s accidental discovery though by then it was FAR too late…

Thousands of years before the Fountain, generations before the elders that make up the statues surrounding the school, there WAS no elders…. Only powerful mages scattered throughout the land from various races and species. These mages lived much of their lives keeping the world in balance, keeping a watchful eye on each other. Among these mages was Arik, a Warlock. Warlocks were both feared and respected beings, their civilisation much older than that of the humans. Some even say that Warlocks were responsible for human evolution, or that that they are aliens that took on human shape. Another claim they were a tribe of gods banished from the heavens and worshiped them as such, which is more believable with the evidence of this scattered throughout the lands such as the pyramids and Stonehenge. Whatever they were it was certain that they were indeed powerful if not few in number and with a strict code of conduct and honour, except for Arik…

Arik was a bad seed, something that escaped the culling that Warlocks needed to perform at births to separate evil auras from good. Warlocks believed in destiny, they believed that someone was born with a personality and didn’t learn it, and for Arik they were right. Arik was picked out to be sacrificed due to his dark aura, but his mother couldn’t go through with it. She fled from the reaches of the tribe, hiding herself by suppressing her aura down to an unidentifiable blip on the radar.

Years later and after slaughtering his own mother out of curiosity Arik returned to the Warlocks to take control of the species as a ruler. They went down fighting, refusing to see Arik as anything but a pile of bones… with so little of them left, the Warlock race died out after a few thousand years…

After a reign of bloody terror and suffering spanning hundreds of years Arik was brought to justace by a council of elders formed from the highest ranking magus around the planet, this council sentenced Arik to death and for his soul to be banished to hell for all of eternity… However hell didn’t want Arik for fear of an uprising… This led to his soul being contained on earth, sealed forever more and his body destroyed. Thousands upon thousands of years and a few hundred generations of elders later, Arik found himself sealed in The Armour along with countless other powerful mages that shared his circumstances.

The last elders Arik came into contact with were an ill informed bunch, the story behind The Armour had been forgotten and changed over the generations into something totally untrue apart form the need for it to be sealed and protected from evil hands. That is exactly what they did, sealing The Armour in a magic proof tomb at the bottom of a natural catacomb like structure beneath the earth where it lay undisturbed for hundreds of years….

APPEARANCE:XXX The Armour although sealed away underground, still sparkles with an unnatural polish as if it was freshly forged yesterday. This is set off entirely by the rugged condition of the fabric components that are also present. The black tinted metal gives a cold feeling and no mater the conditions of the weather still feels as chill as an autumn night. The glowing red eyes featured on the picture are not present until it ‘activates’
It stands at approximately 8 feet and weighs around 500 pounds.

XXX Arik’s body is made up partly of the suit of armour and partly the condensed souls and aura that flow through and around him to make up the large expandable mantle, hair like flows of from the warped helm and around the metallic structure of his ‘face’ like a shifting skin of sorts. The armour underneath the aura has warped, bend and broken to become more like his natural face, though it features several rows of dagger like metal teeth and four glowing eyes that stream the same aural like substance, though the streams from the eyes are linked directly to Arik’s own soul giving them a vastly different colour. His boots are the same as they were on the original armour, as are his gauntlet like hands though they appear to have slightly longer and sharper points to the fingers. The rest of his armour like body is mostly hidden by the mantle, though glimpses during movements reveal that his upper body has warped to resemble a natural muscle structure of a male being His lower body remains that of the pointed and jagged armour like that of his boots.

USERNAME: Zephit

CHARACTER NAME: Watari Flint

RACE: Lycanthrope (Were-tiger)

GENDER: Male

AGE 18

OCCUPATION Private in the U.S. Marine Corps (When not in school), Head of the Mystic Fountain Disciplinary Committee, and Senior Student

MAGIC: "9 Lives" - Watari, in his pursuit of a way to cheat death, developed a type of magic that manipulates luck. That is to say, he can expend his magical reserves to increase his own luck; consciously. This ability is hard to detect, as the events it causes seem to just be insanely good luck.

TALENTS: Watari has a lot of talents, because of his magic ability, but before that he had a few to truly call his own. The most prominent of these talents was the ability to fight - something his father always blamed on Watari's "cursed blood." There was also, despite who may debate it, always the ability for Watari to escape troublesome situations as the most unscathed. Two natural talents that, on his eighteenth birthday, combined to make him a talented soldier.

FLAWS: "Mastery" of luck has left a lot of Watari's traits lacking in a major way. Because he often stumbles upon the solution he needs, just when he needs it, Watari tends to be a horrible study. In general, his pool of knowledge is limited and not useful off of the battlefield. It has also left him very stoic, in regards to other people, but that could also be attributed to his childhood. Other people's efforts tend to be a joke to him because "They all die eventually" and Watari could mimic their talents "Blindfolded and tied up."

PERSONALITY: Watari is arrogance in its most pure and humanoid form. Everything he plans to do will be a success, all the decisions he ever made were the right ones, and no one can stand up to him on level ground. In fact, Watari would argue, the ground he stands on is entirely disjointed from the world. This tends to make him overly critical of other people, and hold them to unreasonably high standards. Those who strive to reach them are worthy of his time, but not his friends. The rest are just cannon fodder who will probably die sooner than the rest.

BIOGRAPHY: As a young boy, Watari Flint had no idea that his mother would be driven away by his father. Watari's eyes were closed to the fact that he wasn't entirely human, and the world was an accepting place for him to have fun in. As he grew up and came into his powers, he had to watch the fairy tale of childhood crumple around him. The more powerful he got, the more distant his parents grew from each other. The frequency of their arguments increased and eventually, as mentioned before, his father drove Watari's mother away in a fit of rage.

In turn, after entering High School, Watari pushed his father away as well. The two of them rarely spoke, and never on a first name basis. He was always the "Cursed Child", while his father was always "The b*****d." Being clever wasn't one of Watari's strong suits. This tense, unsurvivable relationship did not last very long, luckily. One day his old man, during one of their arguments, wished that Watari would die to "make things easier for everyone." Full of rage and challenge, Watari retorted by promising his father, "I'll live forever, just to watch you turn over in your grave."

It was at this point, in his Sophomore year, that Watari realized he would have to learn more about his lineage. If he were to win the challenge posed by his father, he was going to need supernatural means. Luckily he was "cursed" and their were more than enough places to look for answers to abusing it, though not all of them were entirely reliable. While searching for all the wrong answers, he was found by the right person. A recruiter from a special school for "special" individuals. It sounded like the X-men, but it was a place to start.

Two years later, he has established himself as a force to be reckoned with, and his foot is in the door of immortality. Something he will grab, no matter what it costs.

APPEARANCE: <X>Watari is an uptight guy who takes himself, and his appearance, very seriously. Whenever he gets dressed, he chooses clothes that accent how "amazing" he is. If he can manage to expose his chest, arms, or claw-mark tattoos, Watari probably will, and he isn't opposed to accessories that draw the eye to him. This sort of "pretty boy" flair is further exaggerated by his long, black/white hair and glowing ice-blue eyes.

USERNAME: Mightyenarc

CHARACTER NAME: Khione

RACE: Wind Spirit (I've got too much of an affinity for bodiless entities)

GENDER: Female

AGE: Unknown. She's been around ever since the Library was first constructed.

OCCUPATION: School's Head Librarian

MAGIC: Obviously an air elemental, also has limited water abilities in order to protect the various tomes and scrolls from fire.

TALENTS: She uses her wind control to constantly keep the library in order, refusing all help with organization and cleaning from everyone, even the Janitor. She handles all this while remaining at her desk and casually reading, but she rarely actually interacts with students. She also knows where to find every book in the place, whether it's the oldest tome in the deepest darkest corner, or the brand new shiny book that just got added to the stock.

FLAWS: She is absolutely obsessed with books, and is extremely territorial. She's essentially attached to the Library.

PERSONALITY: She isn't quite the stereotypical librarian (although she almost is), since she has a noise-dampening spell on the entire library, so doesn't need to shush people. She also doesn't need to worry about overdue books for a similar reason, so she is mainly there because she's attached to the place. She leaves the dealing with students to her aides, usually. She IS, however, extremely neurotic about the care given her books, and will ******** up any student whose returned books are damaged or crumby. So long as her territory is treated respectfully, she makes sure to have nothing to do with anyone.

BIOGRAPHY: About a century after the school's foundation, a larger library was constructed to house the growing collection of books. The headmaster at the time thought it a good idea to attach a caretaker to the place, and they just happened to bind the one guardian spirit who would refuse to leave, ever.since then she has been both magically and emotionally bound to the place.

APPEARANCE: She looks rather matronly, rather pudgy with wide, child-bearing hips. She almost resembles a living cloud, in fact. Occasionally she'll spruce up her appearance by surrounding herself with a mist to create rainbows around herself.

USERNAME: Dragon Death Dream

CHARACTER NAME: Alissia Monroe

RACE: Half-Dragon

GENDER: Female

AGE: 14

OCCUPATION: Student, Freshman

MAGIC: Can transform into a beautiful white dragon that breathes ice. In her human form she can also manipulate snow and ice, as well learn a couple of spells.

TALENTS: She is as an amazing singer, and can play both the piano and the violin.

FLAWS: Because of the fact that she spaces out easily she is very sloppy when it comes to learning new spells or magic. You have to very patient and make sure she's always paying atention so she doesnt mess things up.

PERSONALITY: She is very clumsy and naive, yet very kind, caring and cheerful.

BIOGRAPHY: She used to live in a small distant village in Romania, where there lived many of her kind training and learning about there powers.

In that village they had a tradition that no child is allowed to reveal there dragon form until there 10th year, where in a festival in front of every single villager he/she shows it.

Her grandmother being the famous Red Burning Fire dragon, everybody had expected her to keep with the fire dragons of the family, but were all stunned once they saw that her dragon was indeed pure white.

Because of this, nobody in the village and in her own family would accept her, and many though of killing her so the family wouldnt feel so tainted.

Her grandmother who cared for her and still trained her, suggested that she left the village once she heard the news that her very own family was planning on assesinating her.

She sent her to the US to live with some freinds of her where she hid from her family and secretly trained, once she was about to go to highschool her grandmother being worried that she would grab atention because of her white hair and her powers devoloping in a way that could cause a disturbance in other students decided to send her to Mystic Fountain High School where she hoped she would find many of her own.

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