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⊰ ✧ INTRO
Set in modern time, Magica Academy invites a variety of ages from witches around the world to bolster their talents and spread knowledge of the supernatural world.

The current professors of the academy hope that the young minds may one day help protect it from the ever expanding cult of power-hungry witches and warlocks known as the Zai-Clan.

Rumors have spread that the Zai-Clan have already sent monsters and ghouls to kill off the brilliant minds.

Will you go on with your scheduled studies or find adventures in between the magic?

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⊰ ✧ RULES

◆ Follow the gaia ToS & guild rules when roleplaying.
◆ Have fun!
◆ Post your profiles in this thread and begin posting.
◆ I'll update the profiles here after you've posted them.
◆ Profile code:

[b][u]◆ NAME[/u][/b]: (insert full name, nick-name, whatever you please)
[b]Age[/b]: (age here)
[b]Team[/b]: (Athena, Artemis, Aphrodite, Asteria)
[b]Roommate[/b]: (If you have someone in mind already or plotting with someone then go ahead and post it here. Otherwise you can leave it blank for the time being.)
[b]Other[/b]: (Any information about your character, make it as long or as short as you like. For example, biography, likes, dislikes, abilities, relationships etc.)
[b]Username[/b]:
[b]Picture[/b]: (link or picture.)

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Leg propped up. Lips pursed together. Almond shaped eyes surveying the room. Sight and hearing cautiously picking up the intricate details subject to neglect by the common crowd. It was an odd habit of hers to be highly observant and hyper-vigilant. Her fingers tapped against a densely written essay on poisonous ghouls. She was mediocre at best when it came to reading but her handwriting was utterly ghastly. Cut off lines and unnecessary scribbles that barely passed as legible.

Only few authority figures of the school were aware of the extent of the young witch's background. It was a life filled with hard choices and little room for quality literacy or writing. Hands were meant for three things, to work the field, to take a life or to protect one. Public education met basic criteria for children in that island. Over and over again the schools were used as targets or hostage crises so who ever wanted to go to school anyway? It wasn't until she started Magica Academy at 15 that she truly became accustomed to the world of reading or writing.

Even then she needed immense tutoring her first year at the school by the upperclassmen who took her under their wing before graduating. Their kindness helped her grow and become a lot more outspoken than the seemingly broodingly mute turtle she had been as a first year in Asteria team. Years later she was ready to graduate, finally finding a specialty in blood magic and enchantment.

The room filled in with more and more students as the clock wound down. The usual suspects made their way late into the elective class, Ghoul Studies.

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She found elective classes the most amusing mostly as a result of the mixed teams. Although each level ranged in ages, the Asteria team nearly always consisted of young, doe-eyed, hyperactive, innocent witches yet to be tainted by any conflictual decisions. The more novice levels chirped and giggled happily as the professor entered the room. Professor Aspen, one of the few male wizards working on this side of the academy, was a looker. His tall frame and defined jaw line had many of the young witches melting in their seats. It was as if his knowledge of ghouls and monsters were undermined by all the fluttering eyes and spiked hormones floating about.

Not many took extra notice to Nwa stepping in seconds before, their minds already clouded by thoughts of the professor. His presence now found by the podium in front of the auditorium styled class prompted the students to begin filing forward with homework in hand. One by one they stood up to bring their essays forward, dropping them on the desk as slowly as possible just to grasp some form of eye contact with the professor.

Harper scooted her chair back, glancing over to Nwa's desk which happened to be next to hers in the back row. " Always a step ahead of everyone, eh ? " Harper teased playfully. Nwa's empty desk nothing out of the ordinary to anyone who had been in classes with her long enough. The witch smirked over at Nwa before walking to the front of the class, swiftly lowering her essay onto the pile of homework then returned to her seat. " Are you going to the X-games tonight? I've heard the student government officers are hosting it in the southern bay caves. They want to make it masquerade theme for sh*ts and giggles. "

The X-games were an underground a tradition founded by the original student government of Magica Academy's female branch, decades ago. Once a month the X-games were held all around the island or in isolated areas of the fortress, a tournament and party style fusion for witches to both mingle and challenge one another in duels. Winner of the tournament received high street credit and their initials carved onto an oak tree located in the main garden.

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A crowd of girls surrounded Professor Aspen. The usual routine. They belted out useless inquiries about the assignment just to get his attention. Despite their annoying nature, Harper couldn't complain. It allowed for a few moments of idle chatter for the rest of the class who could care less of their professor's aesthetics.

Harper leaned into her seat, settling in comfortably all the while twirling a pen between her fingers. Still facing Nwa, Harper pondered about the food before continuing, " What's been your favorite dish so far ? " The student government had their own way of dealing in exotic meals for the X games. It came in handy that the professors enchanted the students with a spell to understand the same language. It opened more doors to cultures and along with that, many types of food.

Now that she really thought about it, she briefly recalled seeing Nwa at the X-games these past few months....just not for long. She'd disappear into the shadows before Harper could ever hold a conversation with her fellow Athenian.

The pen twirling around between Harper's fingers came to a steady halt. Participate this month ? Hmmm. Harper shrugged her shoulders. " I haven't put a lot of thought into it, my minds been preoccupied with graduation. Senioritis. Although, it would be interesting to see how far I'd get in the tournament. How about you? " Pen laid on the desk, cheek pressed against her hand to focus upon the dark haired witch.

" Ahem - if we can begin class now ? " Professor Aspen coughed into his hand, scattering the group of girls that had flocked around him like bees to honey. A floating projector turned on, its lights flicking to create an image of a ghoul, " Who can tell me what we've learned so far about the Namahage ? ...Excuse me, Miss Brea and Miss Casan...please pay attention. " The professor paused upon stating Nwa's last name, attempting to make it as formal as possible.


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◆ NAME: Avery Mention.
Age: Twenty-three.
Team: Artemis.
Roommate: N/A
Other: Avery comes from a long line of professional bodyguards. For many years, Mentions have served powerful witches and wizards by protecting them from... well, just about anything. Monsters, scorned ex-lovers, stubborn pickle jars, etc. Traditionally, Mentions don't practice magic. Avery is the first of her family to show an aptitude for it, and she went against her family's wishes to study and explore her gift at Magica Academy. Avery has the mindset of a bodyguard: cautious, perceptive, protective. She doesn't have the quickest wit--humor often goes over her head or takes a while to take effect--and she's not tremendously friendly unless she finds a solid reason to be. Flirting and attempts to win her favor, on the rare occasions that she notices, fluster her. Her eyes are on the prize, and not much can shake her from her goal.
Username: JAKattack09.
Picture: x