◆ Oʀɪɢɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Echo was born in Glasgow, Scotland but was raised in Ottawa, Canada
╠ ᴅ ᴇ ᴛ ᴀ ɪ ʟ x ɪ ɴ ғ ᴏ ╣:
◆ Tᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏ / Mᴀʀᴋɪɴɢs: She has a cross tattoo, with arrowheads reaching around the circumference of her arm, on her shoulders, wrists, thighs, and ankles.
◆ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟ Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇss: Echo doesn't like to think of her weaknesses, but she has many. Her strength, though enough to get her by, is still weaker than her speed. (As all Animal auras have inherently.) Ranged attacks that make it so she cannot get closer to the target (Her arsenal is very slim when it comes to these kind of attacks.) Even with her high defense, she can still easily be knocked out, but she will keep getting back up Underestimating potential enemies when she is trying to show she's strong
◆ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟ Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs: Her calculative mind She's calm under most odds She's studied the human body, and that of other auras, to a fault Her ability to take a punch (High defense) Can easily steal most anything she puts her sights on Can move silently Can see in dim lighting
◆ Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 5'7
◆ Wᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 122
◆ Pʜʏsɪǫᴜᴇ: Fit and tone. She's not excruciatingly muscled, but she is rather defined.
◆ Eᴛʜɴɪᴄɪᴛʏ: Scottish
◆ Hᴀɪʀ Cᴏʟᴏʀ: Inky black
◆ Eʏᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ: Grey
◆ Sᴇxᴜᴀʟ Oʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Homosexual
◆ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: N/A
◆ Lɪᴋᴇs: ✓Music ✓Reading ✓Food
◆ Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs: ✗Too serious people ✗Arrogance ✗Deception
◆ Aᴜʀᴀ Aʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇs:: Enhanced Traits: Like all lions, the body is very muscular but has less bone mass than other animals of the same size. Ability to take more punches, to give her own enough force to break an animal's back, and increases speed output further. Her nails elongate, along with her teeth- other than her normal canines- giving her more usage of her body. Lion's Forebode: Increases ability to see further during the night or day, and allows the communication of others of the cat and big cat genus.
◆ Exᴛʀᴀ Aʙɪʟɪᴛʏ:: The ability to "project thoughts" into a given target, mostly used to allow the target to suffer less or to calm itself.
◆ Cʜᴇʀɪsʜᴇᴅ Iᴛᴇᴍ(s):: Echo has a special book she keeps close to her. She also has a bag of importance to her.
╠ ʙ ᴀ ᴄ ᴋ ɢ ʀ ᴏ ᴜ ɴ ᴅ x ɪ ɴ ғ ᴏ ╣:
◆ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Echo is kind to any and all, and will be seen giving her last penny to those in need. She cares more of others than she does herself, though that does not mean she will not stick up for herself or be in a mood where she will stay out of any wandering eyes. She's sometimes flamboyant, calculative, and chipper though she knows and wants the respect of doing all the hard work like any other lioness.
◆ Bɪᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜʏ: Moving from Glasgow at a young age did nothing to perturb Echo, and thus she made friends easily at her new private elementary school. The girls were not as stuck up as she thought they'd be, and besides her mother had brought them all- even Maahes came willingly and with little fuss- to Canada to further her medical career. Through her, Echo learned the human body, and that of animals and others, to a precise science and was able to count out the many bones, muscles, weaknesses, and strengths since she was eight. Echo was always the protector of the weak, which did not earn her good standing to some of the other girls at her school, but she cared more for those in need than to save face for nasty individuals. Regardless of this, Echo was still the star of her track team, with various usage of her own abilities, and was also widely known around her quiet neighborhood as the savior of lost kittens- if anyone had known Echo had her own kitten, who looked slightly different than all others, she was sure they'd freak. One day after coming home from an interesting night, Echo found a letter awaiting her in her room. It was strange that it had appeared there, as if by magic, as her mother never entered her room without asking first. And seeing as there was no text or call, it must have certainly been magic. The swirling letters elated Echo's heart as she never felt truly alive and free in her schools. But now, now she had a chance to change and to really discover her abilities she had been honing by herself for years.
◆ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ(s): ❥ (romantic are not, they go here) ❥ ❥
◆ Tᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏ / Mᴀʀᴋɪɴɢs:A set of winged tattoos on her left arm
◆ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟ Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇss: Quick to anger Doesn't start out caring about anyone around her Very much out of contact with other people
◆ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟ Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs: Short and long range combat Barriers Passive incantations on herself at all times to enhance speed output
◆ Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ:5'1
◆ Wᴇɪɢʜᴛ:112
◆ Pʜʏsɪǫᴜᴇ:Very fit, and very tone. She's small, but she has a perfectly average weight index, though her breasts are larger than they should for one so short.
◆ Eᴛʜɴɪᴄɪᴛʏ:Grecian/Roman
◆ Hᴀɪʀ Cᴏʟᴏʀ:Jet black with white streaks underneath
◆ Eʏᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ:Crystal blue
◆ Sᴇxᴜᴀʟ Oʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ:Bisexual
◆ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs:Single
◆ Lɪᴋᴇs: ✓Food ✓High places ✓Being alone
◆ Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs: ✗Taking orders ✗Idiots ✗Talking
╠ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀs / sᴋɪʟʟs / ᴡᴇᴀᴘᴏɴs / ᴇᴛᴄ. x ɪ ɴ ғ ᴏ ╣:
◆ Aᴜʀᴀ Tʏᴘᴇ:: Magical
◆ Aᴜʀᴀ Aʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇs:: Darkness + Fire. Incantations are needed for everyone of them though the level of the ability will need a longer sentence of power.
Grimoire of the Protector: A powerful tome passed down to Sen by her mother. In it are numerous spells that appear and disappear at differentiating times during the child's development. Currently Sen has seen 16.
Homicidium Obscuritatis: With a slight movement of hand, a murder of crows will shoot out of the palm in rapid succession before attacking the target; distracting.
Coracinus Crypta: Small incantation. A coffin appears from the darkness of the person's shadow and envelopes them. Multiple stab wounds, lacerations, and gouges are made to vital organs. (Speed overcomes this.)
Homicidium Sanae: A large bowl like pliable structure will surround an area of twenty feet. Anything caught in it will not be able to hear, feel, or see anything but oozing darkness except for Sen. Anything caught in this is easy prey. Currently, Sen has mastered a 5 foot radius. This also enhances her darkness magic.
Umbra Pila: A normal shadow ball conjured from the hand or the grimoire itself. It can be used a multitude of ways, and can also sprout from one another to create smaller, yet also less damaging, spheres. If used by the grimoire, it is more powerful.
Umbra Gladio: Coating her weapons in darkness, it strengthens the cutting behavior and allows for more serious injuries even with a small swing.
Conflatile Stagnum: After the incantation, Sen will thrust her palm onto the ground, bringing all material there to their boiling points, creating liquid hot magma.
Ignis Choro:Creating a fire glyph that spouts a jet of flames, Sen will use the natural energy to surround its target and engulf them.
Ignis Pila: A normal fireball conjured from the hand or grimoire itself. If used from the hand, it is more powerful.
Renovata: With the properties of fire, but the soothingness of water, this spell will allow for minor and major heals of cuts and lacerations. Bruises and any other forms of injury can also be healed.
Murus Ignis: A literal wall of fire used to protect and give time to heal, or think of a counterattack.
◆ Exᴛʀᴀ Aʙɪʟɪᴛʏ::
◆ Pᴇᴛ: A crow with two too many eyes that are blood red. (Familiar)
◆ Cʜᴇʀɪsʜᴇᴅ Iᴛᴇᴍ(s):: Sen has her mother's grimoire.
╠ ʙ ᴀ ᴄ ᴋ ɢ ʀ ᴏ ᴜ ɴ ᴅ x ɪ ɴ ғ ᴏ ╣:
◆ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ:The very abrupt nature of Sen is all too inconveniencing to most people. Her "truth now, bullcrap later" is the core of her nature and she wouldn't trade it for the world. That does not however mean that she won't blatantly lie to your face whenever the opportunity arrives. She keeps her secrets close to her chest, and her truths even closer. Her words sting and her lips drip poison, but that doesn't stop her from sometimes being caught off guard by another person. She rarely ever opens up to anyone, so when she does if they ever betray her she'll be the first to take a sword to their belly. Once you fight past the exterior, Sen is the most loyal and kind (if she's not telling you off again) magi a person could meet.
◆ Bɪᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜʏ:At a young age, Sen knew her abilities as a magic user. It was even worse when her mother, the only person who understood and loved her, died at the age of five and Sen was left alone with her father whom hated her very being. Her childhood was spent either retreating into a corner, reading over her mother's grimoire, or leaving the house days at a time. She learned to scavenge for food, steal, and protect herself. It wasn't until she threatened her father with her spells did he leave her be. And soon after that, a letter arrived for her from a strange place. But Sen will go, by all means she wishes to become stronger.
◆ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ(s): ❥ (romantic are not, they go here) ❥ ❥
✖ (enemies or rivals go here) ✖ ✖
◆ Gᴏᴀʟ(s)/Aᴍʙɪᴛɪᴏɴ(s):To grow stronger to protect those who cannot protect themselves.
◆ Oʀɪɢɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ:Born and raised in Wales, United Kingdom
╠ ᴅ ᴇ ᴛ ᴀ ɪ ʟ x ɪ ɴ ғ ᴏ ╣:
◆ Tᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏ / Mᴀʀᴋɪɴɢs: Markings across his back, arms and wrists from when he was assaulted by classmates.
◆ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟ Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇss: Too trusting Very ditsy sometimes Gets easily frazzled
◆ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟ Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs: Can be eerily serious when the time arises Attracts people with his natural charm and happiness Mid to long range combat
◆ Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ:6'2
◆ Wᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 167
◆ Pʜʏsɪǫᴜᴇ: Defined, but not muscular. Looks rather slender without muscles until he takes his shirt off, or his biceps bulge.
◆ Eᴛʜɴɪᴄɪᴛʏ:Welsh
◆ Hᴀɪʀ Cᴏʟᴏʀ:Black
◆ Eʏᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ: Dark blue
◆ Sᴇxᴜᴀʟ Oʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ:Bisexual
◆ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: Single
◆ Lɪᴋᴇs: ✓Food ✓Sleeping ✓Music ✓Family
◆ Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs: ✗ Rude people ✗ Ignorant people ✗ Ridiculous people
╠ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀs / sᴋɪʟʟs / ᴡᴇᴀᴘᴏɴs / ᴇᴛᴄ. x ɪ ɴ ғ ᴏ ╣:
◆ Aᴜʀᴀ Tʏᴘᴇ:: Elemental
◆ Aᴜʀᴀ Aʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇs::
Aether: Ability to mold aether into small balls of matter that can be further turned into spears, flatten into a barrier, or any simplistic shape Dante can think for them.
Aether restoration: Using the power of the Aether, Dante can use the balls of matter to heal wounds.
◆ Exᴛʀᴀ Aʙɪʟɪᴛʏ::Locked: Aether/Matter manipulation. EX: Ability to suck the air from lungs, create larger objects from aether, and unlocks more devastating techniques like plasma or the other elements.
◆ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ:[/color ]Dante is a very open boy. He thinks secrets are a waste of time, and fun should be had often when it's allowed. He is not the class clown as everyone always pegs him, but instead the boy in back jotting down every note. He can get very frazzled but can turn strangely calm and calculative while in a serious situation.
◆ Bɪᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜʏ: The ability to use aether did not come until Dante was ten years old. Small metallic balls, the color he could change at ease he found as he grew, appeared in his closed hand as he refrained from punching a bully at his school. Keeping it from his family for a few more years, Dante wondered what the little balls were and where in the world they had come from. The seemed to be able to change their shape whenever he thought of a new shape for them, and their density also seemed to change. They were not hot or cold, but just there. Like a tarantula when it moved across a person's skin but they couldn't feel it.
After finally asking his parents about it, they helped him tirelessly find material on it to strengthen his understanding. It was all for nothing, he found, as they found next to nothing but hypothetical theories on the mysterious balls. He had the acceptance of his family, however, and that was all that matters.
When his step-father gave him the golden invitation, Dante's eyes lit up and the fire in his chest roared again. This could be his chance to learn about himself, and that of his element. For his intellect, he has still not found the material to learn about his own ability, but he has gone to the academy in hopes of that. And hopefully, just hopefully, someone will be able to tell him who he is.
◆ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ(s): ❥ Lyrique Podtral- Acquaintance. Fondly seen as a little sister ❥ Kyrio and Gwen Mikaelson- sisters ❥
◆ Oᴛʜᴇʀ Iɴғᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: He does wear glasses His voice
Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2015 11:07 am
▅▅Dezaira Corvus▅▅
╠ ɢ ᴇ ɴ ᴇ ʀ ᴀ ʟ x ɪ ɴ ғ ᴏ ╣:
◆Usᴇʀɴᴀᴍᴇ: EchoGalen
◆ Fᴜʟʟ Nᴀᴍᴇ: Dezaira M. Corvus
◆ Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ(s)/Aʟɪᴀs(ᴇs): Dez
◆ Aɢᴇ: 19
◆ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Female
◆ Bɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ: January 15th
◆ Oʀɪɢɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Born and raised in Ireland
╠ ᴅ ᴇ ᴛ ᴀ ɪ ʟ x ɪ ɴ ғ ᴏ ╣:
◆ Tᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏ / Mᴀʀᴋɪɴɢs: She's got a large gash going up the side of her right arm from where someone slashed her with a knife.
◆ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟ Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇss: She keeps a lot of her past and "self" to herself Her annoyance of people or things sometimes
◆ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟ Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs: She's pretty nice to others without giving herself away Knows Muay Thai to keep herself alive even if she's not a Physical Aura Fantastic at her elements
◆ Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 5'8
◆ Wᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 146
◆ Pʜʏsɪǫᴜᴇ: Very fit. Her abs have abs. Her breasts are large but her weight is the average for someone of that height and build.
◆ Eᴛʜɴɪᴄɪᴛʏ: Celtic
◆ Hᴀɪʀ Cᴏʟᴏʀ: Red
◆ Eʏᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ: Green
◆ Sᴇxᴜᴀʟ Oʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Lesbian
◆ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: Single
◆ Lɪᴋᴇs: ✓ Food ✓ Drinking ✓ Fighting
◆ Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs: ✗ Inaction ✗ Dumbasses ✗ Wimps that don't try to be stronger
╠ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀs / sᴋɪʟʟs / ᴡᴇᴀᴘᴏɴs / ᴇᴛᴄ. x ɪ ɴ ғ ᴏ ╣:
◆ Aᴜʀᴀ Tʏᴘᴇ:: Elemental
◆ Aᴜʀᴀ Aʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇs:: Alchemic properties: Metal
Projection: The ability to transmute lesser substances into a higher form, often with metals like lead into gold. Then the ability to use the transmutation as a weapon.
Titanium: Alloy strong enough to withstand "Strong Water". Can be "melted" and turned back into a solid again at the user's will. Barrier element.
◆ Exᴛʀᴀ Aʙɪʟɪᴛʏ:: Aqua Regal (Nitro-Hydrochloric Acid): "Strong water". A corrosive mixture of acids, a fuming red solution. It is strong enough to dissolve the noble metals but other, stronger, metals remain unphased.
◆ Pᴇᴛ: N/A
◆ Wᴇᴀᴘᴏɴ(s): Besides her elements, she knows Muay Thai, so her body is a weapon. She also has small rods, usually of lead or some other substance, she uses to transmute into a harder/stronger substance then molds it into a spear, sword, or weapon (or shield) of some kind. These rods are small enough to fit into a pouch she keeps on her person, or small enough to fit into her pocket. When she transmutes it, it grows in length and size as she can also manipulate metal and it works perfectly in conjunction.
◆ Cʜᴇʀɪsʜᴇᴅ Iᴛᴇᴍ(s):: She has a grimoire but as she's not a magic user, she cannot use it. However she still reads over it daily.
╠ ʙ ᴀ ᴄ ᴋ ɢ ʀ ᴏ ᴜ ɴ ᴅ x ɪ ɴ ғ ᴏ ╣:
◆ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Dez would like to think herself calm on numerous occasions, but her hot headedness gets in the way of that most of the time. She's quick to attack someone if they're too pigheaded and she's not in the mood, and will rarely listen to a stupid idea if it's- well- stupid. She's one to take charge and if that is usurped by a weaker individual, or at least one she deems weaker than herself, then the sparks fly. She's more loud and disagreeable than really disliking or hating the other person however, and can be seen getting a drink or having a chat with one of them.
◆ Bɪᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜʏ: Dezaira was the girl on the playground that ******** with the bullies and took names. Having a very linear idea of justice is the cause of such outbursts, and who better to take it out on but the idiots of the world? Because of this, she got into many scrapes and many other trips to the hospital. Dez's element was on the fritz, not hurting others randomly, but making the metals almost poison her body and kill her slowly. Her father, who saw this, would constantly speak to her and his words would echo through her head but she didn't care to listen, not really. She had to have a reason, a duty, to get her pent up anger out and she wasn't one for hurting sheep or other animals to do it.
It wasn't until after her father took her to a local gym and told her to train. Train to release her anger in more positive ways. Thus she learned the art of muay thai and the history behind it. She grew to be calmer, more tempered, and she loved her father for doing this for her. Her element was back on the right track and she could control it a lot more than she previously could. A few years later, an invitation came across her stoop and she was more than eager to go.
◆ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ(s): ❥ (romantic are not, they go here) ❥ ❥
◆ Oᴛʜᴇʀ Iɴғᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Knows Muay Thai, can fight even if she's not a physical aura Light freckles on her face
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Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2015 1:28 pm
▅▅Mei Lin▅▅
╠ ɢ ᴇ ɴ ᴇ ʀ ᴀ ʟ x ɪ ɴ ғ ᴏ ╣:
◆Usᴇʀɴᴀᴍᴇ: EchoGalen
◆ Fᴜʟʟ Nᴀᴍᴇ: Mei Lin
◆ Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ(s)/Aʟɪᴀs(ᴇs): The Wandering Monk
◆ Aɢᴇ: 16 (Though her naivety and happiness makes her seem/act younger
◆ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Female
◆ Bɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ: May 5th
◆ Oʀɪɢɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Born in Thailand, raised in Tibet, China
╠ ᴅ ᴇ ᴛ ᴀ ɪ ʟ x ɪ ɴ ғ ᴏ ╣:
◆ Tᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏ / Mᴀʀᴋɪɴɢs: N/A
◆ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟ Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇss: Too trusting Doesn't know how to lie Very tiny Doesn't catch onto mean/hurtful people Quick to act without assessing situation
◆ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟ Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs: Hand to hand combat Agility Always happy though she does pout Very strong for her size
◆ Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 5'0
◆ Wᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 110
◆ Pʜʏsɪǫᴜᴇ: Very tone. Small breasted and a very slender physique.
◆ Eᴛʜɴɪᴄɪᴛʏ: Thai/Thai Chinese
◆ Hᴀɪʀ Cᴏʟᴏʀ: Orange
◆ Eʏᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ: Cornflower blue
◆ Sᴇxᴜᴀʟ Oʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Lesbian
◆ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: Single
◆ Lɪᴋᴇs: ✓ Food. All the food ✓ Seeing new places ✓ Defending the innocent/poor ✓ Animals ✓ Swimming ✓ Music/singing ✓ Dancing ✓ Playing; especially tag
◆ Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs: ✗ Gangs ✗ Criminals ✗ War
╠ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀs / sᴋɪʟʟs / ᴡᴇᴀᴘᴏɴs / ᴇᴛᴄ. x ɪ ɴ ғ ᴏ ╣:
◆ Aᴜʀᴀ Tʏᴘᴇ::Animal Aura- Tiger for her hybrid form. Has the ears and tail of a tiger, but usually only shows this when she's excited. She can also shift into an extinct white tiger though she does not like to
◆ Aᴜʀᴀ Aʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇs::
Catorama: Jaw strength, body mass- to increase strength and speed-, natural warmth, high jumping ability, and camouflage are all enhanced.
Unrelenting Rage: Tigers have always been a symbol of war and anger, and that is just what happens here. It's not that she loses control, she simply allows herself to change into her full hybrid form and mercilessly attack a target with all of the abilities of a tiger.
◆ Exᴛʀᴀ Aʙɪʟɪᴛʏ:: Pride & Catnip: Mei can create prides with another Panthera using genus Aura
◆ Wᴇᴀᴘᴏɴ(s): Just her body as she has studied the art of Wing Chun under the Tibetan monks
◆ Cʜᴇʀɪsʜᴇᴅ Iᴛᴇᴍ(s):: She has a pamphlet of teachings from her masters. She also has a right ankle bracelet, more like a hoop
╠ ʙ ᴀ ᴄ ᴋ ɢ ʀ ᴏ ᴜ ɴ ᴅ x ɪ ɴ ғ ᴏ ╣:
◆ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Mei is like the spring, always sunny and flamboyant. Her happiness stretches to all those around her, and she enjoys to give all of the emotions away to those who desperately need it. She is never against helping others, and she would put herself into danger before allowing anyone else to place such a burden on themselves.
◆ Bɪᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜʏ: Mei Lin was the only daughter of a wealthy business woman who worked closely amongst those in Thailand. The woman had been wandering the peaceful outskirts of Bangkok when she came across a silver pond with a glowing creature bathing. The beast became a shimmering man and was known solely as Kirin. When the woman tried to flee in fear, the peaceful Kirin angered before he swooped over her with blinding speed and the act he committed was only stated to be atrocious.
Mei Lin was born soon after, her striped tail and small striped ears bringing tears to the mother's eyes as she realized her offspring was from the unholy act all those months before. Unable to bring herself to kill the girl, and fearing for her own soul amongst her teachings, the mother traveled for hours before she left her baby at the steps of a shrine in Tibet far away from her home.
There Mei learned the art of Wing Chun and of the ways of the monk. She was spared the gruesome details of her conception and would sit outside feeding the many deers thinking of lovely stories about her mother and father for hours. Her head is always in the clouds, and very soon she will leave the many shrines and temples in search of newer and brighter things. Especially now that she has received the invitation of a lifetime. She would no longer have to hide herself from the monks, as they believed tigers were the personification of hatred and war, and she was so happy. She just couldn't wait!
◆ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ(s): ❥ (romantic are not, they go here) ❥ ❥
◆ Oʀɪɢɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Born in and raised in Wales, United Kingdom
╠ ᴅ ᴇ ᴛ ᴀ ɪ ʟ x ɪ ɴ ғ ᴏ ╣:
◆ Tᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏ / Mᴀʀᴋɪɴɢs: A nose piercing
◆ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟ Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇss:
Annoyed easily Uncaring of anyone but her family Food
◆ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟ Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs:
Rounded combatant Full of sarcastic quips Will step up, when in combat and after shooting out a heavy amount of sarcasm, and fight for her teammates
◆ Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 5'6
◆ Wᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 135
◆ Pʜʏsɪǫᴜᴇ: Tone
◆ Eᴛʜɴɪᴄɪᴛʏ: Welsh
◆ Hᴀɪʀ Cᴏʟᴏʀ: Black
◆ Eʏᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ: Darker red
◆ Sᴇxᴜᴀʟ Oʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: "What's it to you?"
◆ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: "This charming body doesn't need anyone else."
◆ Lɪᴋᴇs: ✓ Food ✓ Fighting ✓ Family
◆ Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs: ✗ Dumbasses ✗ Pricks ✗ Douchnozzles ✗ "s**t if I know."
╠ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀs / sᴋɪʟʟs / ᴡᴇᴀᴘᴏɴs / ᴇᴛᴄ. x ɪ ɴ ғ ᴏ ╣:
◆ Aᴜʀᴀ Tʏᴘᴇ:: Physical
◆ Aᴜʀᴀ Aʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇs::
Eidetic Kinesthesia: The user can copy any movement/action after seeing it performed once, including acrobatics, martial arts, and other physical stunts. With these skills they can become masters and incredible at what they do, by combining what several forms and movements in rhythmic motions instead of using the same thing over. Ranges from TV, movies, and watching a real life combatant.
Enhanced dexterity, speed, strength, endurance, lung capacity, and athleticism.
◆ Exᴛʀᴀ Aʙɪʟɪᴛʏ::Supernatural Regeneration: The recreation of lost or damaged tissues, organs and limbs.
◆ Cʜᴇʀɪsʜᴇᴅ Iᴛᴇᴍ(s):: A locket of undescribed content.
╠ ʙ ᴀ ᴄ ᴋ ɢ ʀ ᴏ ᴜ ɴ ᴅ x ɪ ɴ ғ ᴏ ╣:
◆ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: As the younger sister to two, more welcomed, siblings it is pretty much no surprise that Kyrio turned into an a*****e. Her sarcasm is her weapon, and she uses it quite effectively to cut everyone around her down to size. She'd rather skip class to go have a f** and drink a few back before trudging back home. She's a team player as she was the one protecting others when she cut class, but she's not going to be nice about it. Either accept her or don't. She'll always say it wouldn't matter to her which it'd be because no matter what, if anyone screwed with her siblings, they'd get her fist in their face.
◆ Bɪᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜʏ: Born a year, and a few seconds too late, after Dante and her twin by another man was hard enough. Having your father love your sister and his step-son more than you, yeah could leave some parental issues and scars. But it simply helped Kyrio grow the hard shell she has today. She didn't mean to hurt her sister when they played or broke all of Dante's toys because she squeezed too hard, but in a household that abhorred someone of physical strength, it was easily a taboo to even breathe.
When Dante finally manifested his own ability as a elemental, it got even worse with the praises and loving helping parents. They doted over her brother and sister like they were gods in the family. Too bad Kyrio was the odd one out, but hey she didn't care. Not one bit. She was too busy doing what any other tween would do at the sweet age of 12.
Maybe there should be an explanation. See, having a physical aura in the family wasn't much fun for a mother who bore spitting images of herself and husband, and she let it be known even if she didn't mean to. So Kyrio did what was expected of her from a young age: she scraped with kids on the playground, drank illegally, and she didn't come home until the wee hours of the night. This earned her some attention at least, so like any good teenager, she kept doing it.
Kyrio would spit at the tale of such woe, but it doesn't matter now. She's always been in the shadow of her siblings, but now it's all going to change with that golden invitation. What else is supposed to matter after that?
◆ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ(s): ❥ Gwen and Dante- siblings ❥ ❥
✖ (enemies or rivals go here) ✖ ✖
◆ Gᴏᴀʟ(s)/Aᴍʙɪᴛɪᴏɴ(s): "If I hadn't gone, my siblings would have had all the glory. I'll prove to them I'm worth something."
Passive:Temperature Regulation: Because of her specific animal's guard hairs and thick underfur, Gwen can withstand temperatures as low as −15° without feeling the cold.
Fox's Wedding: Empathy is a strong ability, no matter who you ask. Gwen can sense it all, not being able to keep her mental walls up and block it out for long, and if there is too much stimuli present, she slips into despair. Her ears and tail turn black, her eyes solid red and black, and her mind is shattered. Her empathy abilities are stronger in this state, as so she gets a boost in strength and speed to the point of breaking the sound barrier. If she stays in this state for too long, she loses herself completely and transforms into a full form of her beast, but much larger and more menacing. She can only be brought out of this by pacifying her with emotions, or being lulled to sleep/exhausted.
◆ Exᴛʀᴀ Aʙɪʟɪᴛʏ::Empathy: Gwen can fully interpret and replicate the emotions, moods, and temperaments of others. Locked: An Empath's power grows to the point that they can manipulate emotions on others, and possibly use them to empower themselves.
◆ Cʜᴇʀɪsʜᴇᴅ Iᴛᴇᴍ(s):: The locket that holds the pictures of her brother and sister. A picture of a long lost friend.
╠ ʙ ᴀ ᴄ ᴋ ɢ ʀ ᴏ ᴜ ɴ ᴅ x ɪ ɴ ғ ᴏ ╣:
◆ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Gwen is more so calm like her brother, than the rambunctious behavior her sister puts the family through. She's quick to tell someone they're wrong, but slow to bring together the thoughts of why that is. She's very strategic, which is the cause for her wait between argumental debates, and when she is working someone she'll make sure every word out of her mouth is well placed and worded. Though she will only do this when needed to keep more rowdy teammates and characters from jumping down other's throats, she is very kind and is generally well recieved from her friends or family members.
◆ Bɪᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜʏ: The famed twin that was born a full 5 seconds before the other. Gwen always has a knack for coming in first, disregarding Dante of course, when it came to most things between the twins and she wasn't one for hiding it either. It wasn't her fault her sister liked to squeeze her fingers and break Dante's toys, she was the one to coddle her brother when he cried about it after all. She was the mess cleaner, as was Dante, and she quite liked the title. It meant she was in control, and who didn't like that?
When she was still in the baby days of being a teenager, tragedy struck Gwen's life when her friend was taken from her in the most horrifying of lights. The details are grim, barely even reality now, but the girl swore to keep her friend close to her at all times; for all intents and purposes the girl wasn't just a friend anyways so Gwen knew she owed it to her.
If the loss of her friend wasn't enough, her younger sibling was acting even more foolish as their parents fawned over Gwen with a passion. Especially after she lost her dear friend, and even more so after she finally manifested what the mother was waiting for. What a beautiful tail, their mother had said after Gwen showed her hybrid state, just like mine, my dear. Kyrio was furious. The only physical person in the family would do that to a girl, Gwen supposed. So she did what any good sister would do, she took up archery lessons. If she couldn't change who she was for Kyrio, at least she could show that she would never rely on her animal if she didn't need to.
To say the least, it helped. And after some years, three separate mysterious invitations came to their door. When Dante accepted eagerly, something about learning more of his own ability, Gwen followed suit and thus did Kyrio. Gwen does not know what she'll find at this school, but it could never hurt to find out.
◆ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ(s): ❥ Dante and Kyrio- siblings ❥ ❥
✖ (enemies or rivals go here) ✖ ✖
◆ Gᴏᴀʟ(s)/Aᴍʙɪᴛɪᴏɴ(s): "I don't necessarily have a goal. To learn all I can from this place can surely be my ambition."
◆ Oᴛʜᴇʀ Iɴғᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: She uses her bow more times than naught when in combat.
Knows a number of different languages fluently
Plays a number of instruments but very fond of the violin
Posted: Wed Jul 29, 2015 8:42 pm
Enter Dante, Kyrio and Gwen, Mei Lin and Dez!
While they are accepted, we do need a picture of their hybrid form if they have one. I saw that Mei's are there, but if possible we'll need Gwen's. One thing that I'm a bit worried about is her empathetic abilities, where it says she'll be able to manipulate people's emotions. That's more of a Physical or Magical trait, but it's allowable if it's switched with the Temperature regulation, which can go in her natural abilities. I'm probably just picky about placement, but otherwise you're all good!
◆ Oʀɪɢɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Born in the States, was adopted and raised in Eastern Europe- Lithuania
╠ ᴅ ᴇ ᴛ ᴀ ɪ ʟ x ɪ ɴ ғ ᴏ ╣:
◆ Tᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏ / Mᴀʀᴋɪɴɢs: She has her clan's crest burned onto her outer right thigh.
She has many healed wounds, mostly long gashes or burns, covering her back, front, and legs. Because of the heavy dosage of salves, they did not heal grotesquely, but they are there in ugly forms to Kieran's own eyes.
◆ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟ Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇss: What is sarcasm? She takes things, even jokes, seriously and cannot tell a proper joke herself because of this She is very out of touch with the common person Solves things with hand to hand combat if natural communication fails Very quick to pull out her sword on others if she takes what they say wrongly- especially if the other person is being facetious Not as efficient as she'd like to be at long ranged combat If you lose out of favor with her, lying or something close to that, she will not trust you ever again until there is cause to When she is drunk/tipsy it all changes. She also has a very weak alcohol tolerance Her "gut-feeling" or her Intuitive Aptitude gets the better of her sometimes
◆ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟ Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs: Very skilled combatant Close to mid range combat Very trusting and will do anything for that person if they have not shown any signs of distrust High Swordsmanship High Combat High Strength High tolerance to pain due to the conditions she was forced to fight under as a child (deadening nerves and creating microfractures in her legs and arms to increase efficiency in battle/hand to hand combat.) High durability When drunk/tipsy/literally one drink and she's gone: Very bubbly. Tells jokes even though they aren't usually funny but she is more willing to try. Ridiculous chatterbox She is still quick to pull out her sword if things are said that she does not approve of, but she is more willing to sheathe it again when distracted- oh look another drink Her proverbial guard drops and she is more open with people
◆ Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 5'6
◆ Wᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 135
◆ Pʜʏsɪǫᴜᴇ: Very fit but slender. Normally one cannot tell as she doesn't appear to have abs or muscles, but can easily lift 200 lbs with one hand.
◆ Eᴛʜɴɪᴄɪᴛʏ: Lithuanian
◆ Hᴀɪʀ Cᴏʟᴏʀ: Brown
◆ Eʏᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ: Green outside of combat. Grey when in.
◆ Sᴇxᴜᴀʟ Oʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Bisexual
◆ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: Single
◆ Lɪᴋᴇs: ✓ Helping others ✓ Training ✓ Food ✓ Drinking ✓ Making jokes (even though she's seriously crummy at it)
Intuitive Aptitude: The power to instantly learn and understand the complexity and exactness of organisms, objects, and even powers without the need of long-term or special education.
◆ Exᴛʀᴀ Aʙɪʟɪᴛʏ:: Accelerated Probability: Kieran can sense all the variables of any situation, predict the outcomes and what choices one could make to reach the conclusion they want. (Lasts for 10 seconds until more training. When under great stress, it has been recorded to go on for up to 30 seconds.)
◆ Pᴇᴛ: Kieran has a pet main coon cat.
◆ Wᴇᴀᴘᴏɴ(s): A normal sword crafted from high resistance steel letting it cut through most things. She also is proficient in duel wielding and fights with a short sword/dagger with chain.
She is an expert in fencing, Angampora (Sri Lanka martial arts), and Jujitsu (Japanese martial arts) but knows most all forms of combat in relative efficiency.
◆ Cʜᴇʀɪsʜᴇᴅ Iᴛᴇᴍ(s):: She has a book of pressed flowers from across the world that she has visited. It is also used as her diary.
╠ ʙ ᴀ ᴄ ᴋ ɢ ʀ ᴏ ᴜ ɴ ᴅ x ɪ ɴ ғ ᴏ ╣:
◆ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Kieran is a very tolerating, kind, and efficient person. Because of her sheltered life within the complex, she has not had any friends or real interactions besides the guards and her own family, so she does have some reservations of talking to "normal" folk. She does not, however, care for the pedestal her father and mother have put her on and she longs desperately to be one with the common people. (Hence one of her reasoning's to coming to the academy.)
She is also very quick to pull out her sword, not in anger but because that is simply how matters were resolved in her family. If you could win a fight, you won the argument, so she does not understand the complexity of actually talking out her problems or to really argue with another person.
Kieran is very reserved as she had no one to talk to growing up besides those who judged her, and she is a very private person in most occasions. That does not mean she will not tell people who ask the answer to the question, as she was never one to lie or keep the truth from another, even if it is of a personal matter. (This can cause some awkwardness as some things people ask should be handled with tack- and that is something Kieran has none of.)
When she is drunk, she acts like a free spirit again, though this does not happen often unless someone sneaks it to her, win in a duel of any kind (even a board game), or asks her constantly to participate.
There are moments of genuine affection from Kieran, though these are far and in between as she was simply not raised to show such emotion. That is not to say she will not take care of something, animal or human, though her bedside manner on humans is lacking. She can be Momma Bear on many occasions as when she takes command of the team she's in, she sees them all not just as subordinates, but as family.
◆ Bɪᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜʏ: Kieran remembers nothing of her life in the States as she was simply an abandoned baby on the steps of a large orphanage. Interesting, and simply lucky, for her that royalty of the Lithuanian family was passing through for reasons they have never been at liberty to tell their child, and passed through the orphanage on their way out of the country. The wife of the family had lost her own child to that of a rare disease, and seeing as the husband knew it would not just be devastating, but the shameful talk for years to come, he agreed to allow his wife to choose a new child from the flock of them.
There were many older children, but none the right age to be the legitimate daughter of the woman, and she almost lost hope until she laid eyes on green orbs of a baby. Picking her up and crying as the baby cooed slightly to her, little fingers grasping onto the woman's index, the wife knew this was the child she would give her love to.
Thus, Kieran was adopted and taken back to her new home- Lithuania. As the child grew so did the mother's affection, as did the father's lust for a noble heir. The child was already strong for her age, but still he placed her in courses to develop her abilities further. She showed an aptitude for swordsmanship above all others, and had the promise of hand to hand combat as well; couple that with the fact she could learn something almost instantly was a sure sign of genetic victory for the father. The child tried to live up to what her father wanted of her, and that of everyone else in the family besides her mother, and she too soon lost herself in the grueling work she would be placed into. She would only be given scraps of affection from her mother who she did not see as often as she wished to, and little else from her father or the guards. A servant, however, showed her things of the outside world and taught her jokes to pass the time.
She was never given permission to leave the castle, and never had the opportunity to visit or see anyone else besides those who wanted the very best from her. So she struggled, only having the comforting words of her mother, until she had just turned eighteen years old.
Telling her father that her reasoning in going to Tokubetsu was to excel in her physical art was not entirely true for she is tired of holding herself in such high regard. After so many years, she is finally willing to "let her hair down" as they say, and move on from the sheltered and grueling life her father has set out for her. Maybe, just maybe, Tokubetsu and its people will help her.
◆ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ(s): ❥ (romantic are not, they go here) ❥ ❥
✖ (enemies or rivals go here) ✖ ✖
◆ Gᴏᴀʟ(s)/Aᴍʙɪᴛɪᴏɴ(s): To meet others like herself, and to excel in her physical art form
