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Shiruke Ryu
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PostPosted: Mon Nov 16, 2015 1:59 pm


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PostPosted: Mon Nov 16, 2015 8:19 pm


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                                              Name: Dougal (Doug) Torquil

                                              Birthday: August 1, 1999

                                              Age: Fifteen (15)

                                              Race/Species: Half-Selkie (seals that shed their skin to be human on land)

                                              Ethnicity: Scottish

                                              Sex/Gender: Male

                                              Sexual Preference: Asexual

                                              Grade Level: High school - freshmen

                                              Dorm: Chestnut Dorm

                                              Major or Club: Book Club, Swimming Club

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                                              Height: 165.1 (5' 5") cm

                                              Weight: 49.0 (108 lb) kg

                                              Voice: Link

                                              Hair Color: Black

                                              Eye Color: Dark blue

                                              Skin Color: White

                                              Body Type: Ectomorph

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                                              Abilities: Shifting into a seal (only at night), combat with specifically brass knuckles, manipulation of liquids, speaking with aquatic creatures (though the ability activates randomly without any control), swimming

                                              Personality: Awkward, careless, pacifist, blunt, modest, pessimistic, open-minded, dense

                                              History: Doug was adopted by a nice, normal couple at the age of six. He was one of the luckier children in the orphanage - he had been abandoned in the same year and taken so quickly. Most have to wait ages to be brought into a family. Nevertheless, Doug wasn't accepting of his new parents. After all, what child would be when his mother murdered his father in the name of justice? His mother did attempt to care for him, though this lasted for merely a month before she realized raising a child who had just half of her blood would prove far too difficult in the sea. Therefore, she reasoned his life, as well as hers, would be much easier if he was to be given to an orphanage.

                                              Anyhow, he spent the early years mastering the art of being human. He didn't realize what a drastic change living in this type of society would be. Can you believe that a kid could only swim in a pool? And transforming into a seal was strange! Well, it did need some adapting on Doug's part. A few months after his eleventh birthday, his family of three was returning from the park when a car sped past a red light. Unfortunately, his mother couldn't stop the vehicle in time to avoid ramming straight into the stray car. His mother died on the scene, and Doug and his father were transported to the local hospital. His father had extremely minor injuries - he had been sitting in a back seat so that Doug could have a mother-son bonding period; however, as Doug was sitting in the front, he suffered a concussion, broken bones, and puncture wounds from large shards of glass. Thankfully, both of them recovered nicely, though Doug has a few scars on his abdomen and he's permanently blind in one eye.

                                              His family wasn't quite ever the same without the mother. Their finances plummeted and the two were forced to move into a trailer. His father began to abuse him and make terrible choices. One night, Doug's father went a bit too far in that he robbed a bank - cliched, I know. Anyway, he was arrested and jailed, - of course - and Doug was sent to a foster family. Another change was just what he needed least. At the age of twelve, he ran away. He survived by living on the streets and acting in large clearings for spare change. Doug lived this way for years, and six months after his fourteenth birthday, he discovered a dropped application for Ashhaven Academy. He applied on a whim, and to his surprise, he was accepted.

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                                              Strengths: Close-range combat with the weapon of brass knuckles. He's able to swim at high speeds without shifting into a seal. Doug is able to deceive others fairly easily as his acting skills have been quite sculpted.

                                              Weaknesses: Anything fire-related. He gets sick often due to the cold around him. He does try to keep warm and healthy, but it apparently never seems to work. He's a bit physically awkward on land, and it sometimes effects his combat. He's blind in an eye; why wouldn't that be a weakness?

                                              Likes: Books, water, swimming, acting, running, jackets, sweaters

                                              Dislikes: Fire, family, unnecessary violence, bitter and sour food, weight-lifting

                                              Other: Doug can be often found nose-deep in a book. His dorm room is always the coldest place on campus - besides the refrigerator, of course. He carries painkillers on his person at all times. He's left-handed. Doug isn't particularly academically smart; he's simply adequately so. Every week, he skips four consecutive days of sleep. His opinions are quite weak. He hardly gains muscle mass, resulting in a scrawny appearance, which isn't odd considering he doesn't eat too much. Doug usually sleeps on the floor as it proves to be much more comfortable for him.

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PostPosted: Wed Nov 18, 2015 7:00 pm


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PostPosted: Fri Nov 20, 2015 6:54 am


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                                      Name: Bon-Hwa (Hwa) Toko

                                      Birthday: April 3, 1997

                                      Age: Eighteen ( 18 )

                                      Race/Species: Banshee

                                      Ethinicity: Korean/Cantonese

                                      Sex/Gender: Male

                                      Sexual Preference: Heterosexual

                                      Grade Level: College - freshmen

                                      Dorm: Ashwood Dorm - Room 203

                                      Major or Club: Creative Writing // Idol Club, Cross Country

                                      Class Schedule:
                                      Creative Writing // Calculus I // Sociology // Drop That Bass: Musical Signatures and Composing Them // Lovely, Deep, and Dark: Dancing with Words and their Allure


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                                      Height: 183 (6' 00'') cm

                                      Weight: 62.1 (136.9 lb) kg

                                      Voice: Link

                                      Hair Color: Black Gray

                                      Eye Color: Silver

                                      Skin Color: Pale tan

                                      Body Type: Ectomorph/Mesomorph

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                                      Abilities: Turning back time on a particular object (will develop with practice), foreseeing the death of a creature, changing physical age (cannot yet control), healing as he sings (does not yet now of this power), agility

                                      Personality: Bon-Hwa is naturally quiet, preferring to let the other members speak for him during interviews or performances. His opinions distort and form themselves to appeal to the people he's talking with. He tries a bit too hard to get along with others, especially his group, and tends to completely give in to peer pressure. Adults have total control over him, specifically his mother. Though Bon-Hwa is a goodie-two-shoes, he can be mischievous and, at times, playful.

                                      He's the forgiving type and blames himself for most of his misfortune. He takes his idol practice seriously, though likes to make things more interesting for the audience during certain live performances with jokes or pranks. In front of fans, he embraces his charm type, portraying himself as a sophisticated young man who's a bit on the awkward side. Making Bon-Hwa laugh out loud is one of the impossibilities of life, though one can always make him smile with a bad joke. On the outside, he's practically fearless, and will throw out a spider for you if need be. He's never the one to start a conversation, only speaking with you if you ask him a question. Otherwise, he'll merely nod as if he understands.

                                      He isn't one for love or family. If you show him a movie about either, or bring it up in conversation, he will just leave without another word. Afterwards, he'll act as if you never offended him, though he may give you slightly different looks every now and again. His main expression is his poker-face.

                                      History: His mother is a traditional, Chinese woman while his father is a lenient, Korean man. During his early childhood, all was well. Bon-Hwa got along with his parents; there weren't any major disputes or fights among each other. That is, until his mother met another man. When Bon-Hwa was nine, his mother became close friends with a shadow-y young man from her workplace. She thought he was nice and offered to bond over a cup of tea. Of course, being the unlawful man he was, he targeted her as a definite lover. After a few months, Bon-Hwa's parents argued many times, eventually resulting in a divorce. His father was heart-broken along with Bon-Hwa. Love was not true any longer.

                                      Once the paperwork had been filed, his mother completely refused to give Bon-Hwa over to his father, and instead kept the child all to herself. She then married the young man from her work who brought along a twisted five-year-old from a previous marriage into the family. In the early stages of the remarriage, the two boys were friendly enough with the occasional name-calling done by Bon-Hwa's step-brother. During this time, Bon-Hwa was infatuated by fire. Simply, the way the light flickered and wavered, the way the flame would change colors, was captivating to him. Upon the knowledge of this strange obsession, his step-brother found a way to damage him further. The five-year-old knew his deed would be viewed as an accident made by an innocent child, and thought it would be amusing to turn Bon-Hwa's obsession into a phobia. Therefore, when their parents were out shopping, his step-brother found the family's candle-lighter and flicked it on. Bon-Hwa was instantly mesmerized, allowing his step-brother to successfully burn a large area of his face. When the couple returned, they found Bon-Hwa, pained to the point of near unconsciousness, and his step-brother, cowering in a corner and crying.

                                      After that day, he received proper medical treatment, though the area around his right eye will be permanently scarred. He had tried to explain the events to his mother; however, his step-brother had gotten out his side of the story first. And his parents always believed the younger. His mother punished him, giving him a multitude of spanks and many back-breaking chores. From then on, he made an extreme effort to be distant from his immediate family, as his brother was convoluted, his mother was unreasonable, and his step-father had always favored his child. When he began high school, his mother caught word of the idol group and reasoned that it would be save much more money than if Bon-Hwa joined another musical program, and it would broaden his knowledge. Of course, he wasn't interested in something where he would have to be in front of crowds and the like, but after his mother continuously pressured him to join, he did to satisfy her. She contacted Mun-HEE and had him sing. It seemed as though he was what they wanted, and he became the Gothic picture he was in high school.

                                      A few months after his graduation, he began having terrifying nightmares of the deaths of others. When he ventured outside, he would see these people and later that day, their passing was reported. Seven continuous days of this, and one morning, he found that his hair had become grey and he would occasionally waken to find he had turned into a five-year-old. Frightened and confused, he isolated himself in his bedroom and researched his symptoms. This went on for three weeks until he happened upon a website designed specifically to clear up those negative emotions. Upon realizing what he was, he was at a loss as to what he would do for college. How would he be able to hide everything at school? Just then, he scrolled to the bottom of the page and discovered an ad for Ashhaven Academy, where beings of all kinds were welcomed. With the flow of the moment, he swiftly applied, and to his relief, he was accepted.

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                                      Strengths: Due to his ability to rewind the clock on objects, he is able to quickly repair weapons during battle. It also comes in handy when one's toaster breaks. He can foresee deaths which enables him to prevent them, or at least attempt. He is quite the expert in wielding nunchucks as well.

                                      Weaknesses: He harbors uncontrolled powers, which, at times, can get in the way of everything.

                                      Likes: Freshly cut grass, lyrics, fire, the scent of clean clothes, humming, his birth-father, oranges, bread

                                      Dislikes: His mother, his step-brother, his step-father, the topic of families, the topic of love, divorce, childhood, Chinese designs, soft beds and couches, eating, being touched


                                      Other: Bon-Hwa has motion sickness. Instead of getting nauseated, he gets long-lasting headaches that drain him of energy. None of his fans has seen him in his Chinese-style clothing, and he doesn't plan to allow them. He's allergic to peanuts and pollen. If exposed to pollen, his eyes will itch tremendously, his throat will become sore, and he will sneeze excessively. If he consumes peanuts, his throat swells up moderately (he's still able to breathe) and his mouth will tingle. Bon-Hwa will walk to his destination if possible. He has had absolutely no contact with his family. He doesn't know how to cook. He can play percussion on Guitar Hero in Expert mode without missing a note. Fire never ceased to amaze him. He can never tell when there are peanuts in a dish until either someone tells him, or he gets an allergic reaction. He always skips meals if he has a lot of work to get done. He never goes to bed at the same time consecutively. He never brings allergy medicine with him because his reactions are never life-threatening. Bon-Hwa has all A's, though he's never been at the top five of his class. He's never burned himself before. His head begins to hurt if he merely thinks about cars or airplanes. He doesn't dislike any food specifically. He sometimes has nightmares about the burning. If you force him to tell you everything about his family, his composure will shatter, and he will end up crying. He doesn't particularly like Chinese designs. Bon-Hwa is fluent in Cantonese, Korean, and Japanese. English has a bit of bad grammar, but otherwise, he's fluent as well. He rides his bicycle to places he can't walk. He cuts his own hair. He always has containers of burning incense in his apartment. He, as well as all his clothes, smell faintly of incense. He thinks crying is painful. He had ridiculous rumors in high school about how he received his scar. He ignored all of them. Most people don't know how his face was burned, and most don't ask. Bon-Hwa always makes sure he gets at least six hours of sleep. He once crammed for a major test until five in the morning. During the test that day, he fell asleep and ran out of time. Of course, he knew all the correct answers, though it does little for you if you never answered them. He's almost been hit by a car four times when he was riding his bicycle.

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PostPosted: Fri Nov 20, 2015 8:27 am


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PostPosted: Mon Nov 23, 2015 3:08 pm


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                                  Name: Lev Vu

                                  Birthday: February 16, 1998

                                  Age: Seventeen ( 17 )

                                  Race/Species: Rakshasa

                                  Ethnicity: Vietnamese/American

                                  Sex/Gender: Male

                                  Sexual Preference: Bisexual

                                  Grade Level: College - freshmen

                                  Dorm: Ashwood Dorm - Room 208

                                  Major or Club: Hair-styling and Cosmetology // Archery Club (Captain), Kendo Club (Vice Captain)

                                  Class Schedule:
                                  Chemistry II // Physics II // Magic Attack, Defense, & Stamina // Walking into the Dragon's Den: Engaging Giant Beasts and Emerging Alive // Cosmetology 101


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                                  Height: 172.7 (5' 8") cm

                                  Weight: 66.2 (146 lb) kg

                                  Voice: Link

                                  Hair Color: Blonde-brown

                                  Eye Color: Hazel

                                  Skin Color: Pale tan

                                  Body Type: Mesomorph

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                                  Abilities: Poisoning objects with one touch of a fingernail, 85% chance of hitting his chosen target with a bow and arrow, infiltration of the mind (body possession, includes objects), psychokinesis

                                  Personality: Lev has a very terrible habit of being rude and honest to a fault, even to the closest of friends. He is also quick to start a fight, especially if the other person began the dispute. He likes attention when it comes to anything else but archery, and flatters himself when he's given a particularly skilled haircut or make-over. Lev is quite confident in anything that involves his skills and doesn't hesitate to put someone in their place. In fact, he loves it. He has a difficult time keeping his badmouthing under wraps when others wrongfully say or do something. In other words, he's painfully just. His temper is past unsavory. When presented with almost unbeatable opponents, Lev turns into a sort of mindless monster, determined to defeat them. He can be a bit lazy and stubborn at times. He enjoys critiquing all types of art. Whether or not this is spoken depends on the circumstance. Lev purposefully acts unintelligent so that people would pay attention to him as a person and not his ability to calculate and solve one-hundred-step problems without a calculator or scratch paper.

                                  History: Lev was born from a sorcerer who wished to have a son. The man had conjured up a wife as well, though as she could not give birth, he had to go through great lengths for Lev's birth, including the requirement of cutting off a finger so that his son would have the same DNA. During his construction, the sorcerer's wife had misplaced the formula while she was tidying up the house; therefore, a few incorrect ingredients were incorporated, causing Lev to be... gifted. The man wanted his son to be as human as possible, so when the child was born with poisonous fingernails, he raised the boy to be careful of touching others and objects without gloves. Their neighbors found it odd how this man who isolated himself in his attic could become married and have an aesthetically blessed son. The sorcerer could easily explain both of those oddities: he had met his wife on his last grocery trip, and because she was sterile, they had adopted.

                                  Lev's talents continued to make themselves known. When he was five, he had thrown a tantrum (his father had refused to get a family dog). As the boy screamed, glass shattered and small objects were flung across the room. Lev's body never out-grew his poisoned fingernails as the sorcerer had hoped. It had nearly killed the man one day. And during the boy's earlier teen years, he had tried to possess his mother. He had wanted to convince her to allow him the freedom of attending a classmate's house party. Every attempt to conceal and suppress his son's powers ended in failure. Finally, upon reaching senior year earlier than his peers, Lev's father reasoned it was time that his child honed his skills and not shun them.

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                                  Strengths: He can freely possess any creature if he focused, which can come in handy during battle. Lev's psychokinesis will become quite powerful given practice and time. At the moment, he can only lift small objects (it varies in effectiveness depending on his emotions, so be careful!). His poison is extremely strong; one touch and any creature is practically dead. Being quite intelligent never cost anyone anything.

                                  Weaknesses: During possession, his "soul" leaves his body, leaving it lying on the ground and vulnerable to attacks. Moving or lifting anything steals a large portion of his energy. The poison is irreversible; therefore, if a friend or comrade comes into contact, there is little hope for their survival. He is more susceptible to other poisons. This is due to the fact that his body had grown too used to his own venom, resulting in the delayed ability to recognize a dangerous chemical in his system. By the time his brain realizes the issue, he would most likely dead or at Death's door.

                                  Likes: Archery, his gloves, doing hair, doing make-up, honesty, salt, pepper

                                  Dislikes: People who touch his gloves, show-offs, homework, being smart, sugar

                                  Other: During academic conversation, his smarts slip through, causing him to scramble to "correct" himself. He loves to put people in their place, especially if they're morally wrong. If a person dislikes him because of his foul mouth, he couldn't care less. Though he likes attention, he doesn't seek approval from others. Lev is messy, preferring to keep his work-space cluttered with whatever crap he leaves. He rarely ever cleans up after himself. To him, whether or not someone likes him is never his problem. He's fluent in both English and Vietnamese. Lev had skipped a grade in high school, allowing him to attend college at the age of seventeen. He wears his gloves almost 24/7, even in boiling heat (he'll wear a T-shirt and shorts, but won't remove his gloves). He's been attending Ashhaven for a year.


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                                    Name: Addison (Add) Lynn Van Hise

                                    Birthday: March 3, 1996

                                    Age: Nineteen (19)

                                    Race/Species: Pureblood Vampire

                                    Ethnicity: British (.02% Mongolian)

                                    Sex/Gender: Male

                                    Sexual Preference: Heterosexual

                                    Grade Level: College - sophmore

                                    Dorm: Ashwood Dorm - Room 242

                                    Major or Club: Theater (Acting) // Rhythmic Gymnastics; Theater Club (Vice President)

                                    Class Schedule:
                                    Comprehensive PE // Marksmanship // Magic Attack, Defense, & Stamina // All the World's a Stage: Shaping Your Stage Personality and Methods of Portrayal


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                                    Height: 162.6 (5' 4'') cm

                                    Weight: 45.24 (99.73 lb) kg

                                    Voice: Link: The dark-haired one

                                    Hair Color: Very light blonde

                                    Eye Color: Grey-ish lavender

                                    Skin Color: White

                                    Body Type: Ectomorph

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                                    Abilities: Calokinesis: the manipulation of heat.
                                    Hallucinogenic exhalation: when he has consumed at least a pint of blood (for minimal effects), he is able to conjure up a breath that causes anyone who inhales it to hallucinate. This hallucination varies in severity based on how much blood he had. For one pint, the effects are: light visions, no mental pain, is easy to break with a decent will. As the amount of blood increases, effects can be as great as one facing their worse nightmares or dying multiple times. At this point, it can only be broken by an outside source's interference of inflicting physical pain or any other strong physical sensation.
                                    Visual projection: the user is able to create, shape, and manipulate illusions. This causes all others to see, hear, touch, smell, and/or taste non-existent things. Add is only able to alter his own physical appearance, excluding changing species and gender.

                                    Personality: Add is selfish and extremely picky with everything, especially his food. It's relatively easy to anger him, though when he is absolutely furious, it's extremely difficult to calm him. The level of kindness he shows one depends on their species. He has a complex of being mistaken for a girl. Accusing him of being one is a sure-fire way to make his blood boil. He speaks crossly; it's a very terrible habit. Add isn't composed in the very least, sometimes being hotheaded. When around people he's close to, he can be goofy with a dark humor. Add has also been called cruel by many.

                                    History: So. Hello. I'm sure you've already read my name if you're here, so I'll skip over that part. Why do I get the privilage of telling my story instead of it being third person? Well, that's because I'm a pureblood of course. Yeah, sure I'm still a minor, but I'm leagues ahead of you. Unless you're reading this now, Elise. And anyone else in my family. I didn't mean you. Is it nice to meet you? That depends. What are you?

                                    Anyway, my childhood wasn't exactly great. I mean, my parents were pretty doting. But they were strict too. Thanks to them, I always felt kind of not good enough, but not sh*t. I'm aware of my value... Yet I'm not worthy of my family's title. Not now, anyway. I learned something during my early years: humans are terrible. If you aren't the same as they, they'll taunt you until you can't stand the sight of yourself anymore. This especially applied to me. You know, I'm not exactly the manliest guy around. Because of that, I was always mistaken for a girl. Once the other kids at school realized that I was a boy, they called me names like "sissy" and told me to use the girls' bathroom. I was laughed at constantly when teachers called me "miss" or "young lady". Yeah, I was bullied. Can you blame me for having a complex? It never helped that I have a feminine body structure.

                                    Because of all this bullying, being someone else seemed really nice. In the hopes that I would escape reality for just a little bit, I joined Theater in my middle and high school years. After a while, I became attached to it and thankfully, I was actually skilled. This is supposedly why I have my abilities. Who knows? Maybe it was the reason. Well, when I finish high school, I couldn't abandon acting, so I decided to major in it. Graduating from Ashhaven's college is a sort of right of passage for my clan. Everyone does it as a way to prove themselves to the elders. And, you know, the school has had a lot of support from the Van Hise. I mean, we fund a lot of what the school does. There's even a plaque with my family name on it. And my grandfather wants the best education for all of his minors. Plus, it sort of a right of passage for myself. I mean, I can never really know if I'm worthy unless I graduate. Not to mention Elise is going there. It'll make my life so much easier.

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                                    Strengths: Add's illusions are of the highest quality, and it is hard to distinguish reality from it in most cases. He's easily able to completely disguise himself.

                                    Weaknesses: The sunlight and low temperatures make him sleepy. No, the sunlight does not burn him or cause him any bodily harm. His emotions can get a bit out of hand. He's not able to control his Hallucinogenic Exhalation. He actually has a fear of all human females and will back away from them as quickly as possible.

                                    Likes: All sweets, acting, gymnastics, combat, professionally built sets and costumes, performing, bugs

                                    Dislikes: Girls, coffee, vegetables, musicals, humans, vampires who aren't pureblood, all newborn vampires (vampires under the age of fifteen, before their awakening), being mistaken for female

                                    Other: Add is a bit obsessed with combat and acting; so much so that it's a bit of an issue. He never drinks too much blood due to his ability. Elise is his cousin whom he played with often as a child. They are quite close. As he had interacted with Elise often, he has the same principles regarding humans. Though unlike Elise, he enchants his victims out of pity. Add is able to detect humans according to their scent; only the livestock can smell so vile. One can always see him with sugary food, munching on an overall inhuman amount of sweets. It's remarkable he doesn't have some kind of ailment from all the sugar. His chosen weapon is the dagger or knife. Add enjoys mocking how vampires are portrayed in cliched films and real life (sleeping in coffins, sparkling skin in sunlight, ect.).


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                                                Name: Heng Kensuni

                                                Birthday: June 8, 1943

                                                Age: Eighty-one (81) Twelve (12)

                                                Race/Species: Half-Raijū; Full Half Human
                                                My Take on Species' Definition: The Raijū are creatures made to protect the thunder god of Shinto. Its body is built of lightening, sometimes taking the form of a cat, fox, weasel, or wolf. It sometimes flies about in a ball of electricity. It's roar is equivalent to thunder. Because it was made to be the thunder god's companion, they are essentially age-less. After all, it's much more efficient. Although age-less, they are still mortal, and ordinary weapons can indeed harm them or kill them. Under normal circumstances, they are gentle, harmless beasts; however, during storms, they run rampant in agitation. It is said that the scorch marks found on trees after a storm was made by a Raijū's claws.


                                                Ethnicity: Cambodian/Japanese

                                                Sex/Gender: Male

                                                Sexual Preference: Heterosexual

                                                Grade Level: Middle School - 6th grade

                                                Dorm: Cherry Dorm - Room 103

                                                Club: Baseball Club

                                                Class Schedule:
                                                English 6 // Geography // Hello World!: Speaking to Computers and Getting Them to Do Your Bidding // Martial Arts & Meditation // Pre-Algebra // Round the Realm: A Survey of the Magical World // Science 6


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                                                Height: 154.9 (5' 1" ) cm

                                                Weight: 38 (83.7 lb) kg

                                                Voice: Link

                                                Hair Color: Brown Periwinkle

                                                Eye Color: Azure

                                                Skin Color: Pale tan

                                                Body Type: Ectomorph

                                                Blood Type: O-

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                                                Abilities: Lightening Manipulation: He is able to convert his energy into lightening; however, he cannot do this often due to the fact that it drains large chunks. He can also travel inside a bolt of electricity, though of course, he can merely go a mile in distance and afterwards, he must rest. It takes more than a half of his energy.
                                                Age Alteration: Because Raijūs are essentially age-less and possess no life stages, when he gained their abilities, this twisted to fit his human genes. Now, he is able to alter his physical age within the ordinary human lifetime, though he is only able to do so once every ten years. Although the ability mainly changes physical age, his mental maturity somewhat suffers, reverting back or turning forward to how he acted at that age. His memories remain unaffected.
                                                Claw Extension: It's just that: being able to extend his claws. They still appear to be fingernails, though elongated; however, they're much more sturdy as he can stab or scratch objects or creatures without them breaking.

                                                Personality: Heng is extremely self-motivated and has a habit of speaking his mind unknowingly. He loves to play pranks, proving himself to be mischievous to the point that it's an issue. Another issue of his is his workaholic nature. He simply cannot function properly without productivity in his life. He's a bit unpredictable, tending to randomly say something completely unrelated to the current situation. Heng is also very strong-willed and takes great joy in messing with others. He is unbelievably oblivious to the world around him and is a heavy sleeper. Oh, and one cannot forget that he is an otaku.

                                                History: Heng was born to a family of three. His older brother, was seven years ahead, though they still got along well for such a time difference. His family had a tradition of honoring their origins, and therefore, moved around the world quite often. This resulted in his fluency of both English and Japanese. Heng's childhood was pleasant and normal, having a nice group of friends and the occasional crush. Luckily, his family had already moved back to Luxembourg during America's bombing of Nagasaki. Over the years, his brother got into college, earning his PhD in Engineering. Heng graduated high school but refused to continue his education in an university. He settled for working in the fast food industry in order to preserve his time to watch anime.

                                                At the age of thirty-seven, his family went camping in Japan for a vacation. Against his brother's urges to sleep inside the tent, Heng spent the night out in the grass far from the site. Coincidentally, the thunder and rain was enough to wake him. Because the curtain of water was far too thick in the night to find his way back to shelter, he simply began to wander to occupy the time before the storm ended. During his tread, he began to ponder over his life. Was skipping college really worth the minimum wage? Deep in his thoughts, he didn't notice a small ball of lightening hurtling his way. The poor thing couldn't slow down in time and directly collided with Heng's chest, passing into his heart. Suddenly, his body was in a fight for control. This lasted just a few seconds, and miraculously, he had won. The Raijū that had touched him was now dead, leaving behind it's powers to be pumped throughout his body. Heng merely thought he had been struck by lightening and lived through it. Brushing the occasion off with a simple shrug, he continued his walk, unaware of the abilities he had acquired. He did, however, notice that storms now bothered him a great deal more...

                                                These powers remained dormant for decades. After all, there weren't any events that warranted him to accidentally shoot someone with electricity. When he was eighty-one, he was laid off from his job, and he was in the search for another. People this old should be already retired; however, because of his workaholic tenancies, he was heading to apply for one at a local store. Overwhelmed and fed up with the average adults' problems, he wished he was ten again. Arriving at his destination, a few customers gave him odd looks. Placing his credentials on the counter, he requested the position of cashier. The lady before him merely smiled and said, ❝You silly boy. Did you steal this license from your daddy?❞ Dumbfounded, he gazed down at himself to find that his body had transformed to that of a ten-year-old. Heng yelled in protest as he snatched it from her hands and walked out the door. Not knowing what else he should do, he returned to his apartment. None of the shops would accept him now; he was ten! He hadn't meant it... But seeing as he couldn't turn himself back no matter how hard he tried, he decided that he should just live this way. What was the harm? And since he could no longer work, he attempted to attend the nearby elementary. The world was suddenly so much larger and frightening... Two years later at recess, he was playing tag with some new-found friends. Suddenly, he tripped over a stair and as he was falling to the ground, a bolt of lightening desperately shot to "tag" the target. Instead, he almost killed the child. Alarmed, he skipped the rest of the school day to gather himself as home. Shaking, he reached for a cup on his desk only to blast the thing to pieces. Eyes wide, he began to hyperventilate, struggling to navigate the web to get to his most calming anime. Alas, he shorted it out with his hands. Sprinting to the bathroom, he splashed water in his face as a last resort and realized his hair had changed. He couldn't go to school like this! He panicked for a while until he realized there was something of more urgency. What about his food? He couldn't ask the same neighbor had been in the past, they'd notice the change. Pacing, he reasoned that he'd just ask another neighbor, one who hadn't seen him before. On his walk there, he met with a strange, mysterious stranger who informed him of a school where his kind were taught and welcomed. It's name was Ashhaven Academy.

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                                                Strengths: The bolts of lightening he can create are quite devastating. His claws can be damaging as well. Heng has lots of room for improvement for his abilities. He can perform skilled parkour because he thinks it makes him look like an anime character.

                                                Weaknesses: His tolerance to his powers are low, causing him to tire easy. Sometimes, his electricity goes haywire and shoots things without reason. He's working to fix that...

                                                Likes: Clear skies, anime, electricity, technology, small places, yo-yos, seafood, climbing trees

                                                Dislikes: The scent of burning incense, mosquitoes, storms, being idle, pizza

                                                Other: Because his claws do not have an every-day use, he utilizes them as forks sometimes. He thinks it makes him look cool. He gets withdrawal symptoms if he hasn't done anything productive for over a day. These symptoms include rashes, excessive scratching, nervousness, and sleeplessness. He loves anime to an unhealthy extent and knows many lines from the ones he has watched by heart. Sometimes, he says them if they apply to the situation. He takes advantage of the fact that he looks a lot like the character Killua from Hunter X Hunter, and wears his cosplay daily.


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