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Name:jessy gorten

(optional)Name Meaning/Nicknames: none

Gender:femal

Age:16

Race:human

Arts:herbalist, intelligents (( thats an art right..if its not tell me sweatdrop ))

Character Looks:she has long white corn hair and ruby eyes. shes pale and her body is slider. she sometime like to put bows in her hair but she only does that for special resons.

Allignment:good

Personality:shes very shy and not really good with words but she loves to help people. she is gental and innocent, she hates to hurt people or make them feel left out

History: jessy comes from a long line of fighters. they were proud of there strong family but they have a curse called bloodlust. there mind become lost and they'er filled with rage they become stronger and feel no pain...some people call it a monster when they are like this. they wont stop unless they feel the blood in they'er hands and the smell of death.... unless you can mange to pass them out. she has never had this bloodlust wich worries her family. half of her family wants her dead, thinking she is useless to the family and madey even distroy them. the other thinks she might be able to controll this curse and finally stop them from killing so much.

now whats her childhood:she travled alot when she was little with her mom and dad. her mom and dad loved to fight like the rest of her family. so she stayed at the house or hotel and reads her books. the two things she loves is plants and books...also sweets. when she was traveling she found a demon. they demon tryed to kill her but he didnt. she talked to him saying "why do you kill....why do you have to be evil when you so fluffy?" the demon thought she was cute and brave from not fearing him so they became friends. ever since then the demon staryed by her side still hating humans but not hating his friend. she gave him a name shadow. shadow keeps jessy save no matter what

Any weapons/armor you have: well nothing she hate weopens

Any items you have:alot of the times she has a book, and always has shadow beside her or holding him


Any battle skills/magical powers you have:bloodlust

Character Flaws:weak,hates to kill




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Name: Sharkle

(optional)Name Meaning/Nicknames: None

Gender (you got a 50/50 chance buddy): Female

Age (Just cause its high school you don't have to be a teen XP): over 500

Race(Immortal races are okay but not encouraged, as long as you do not use them to powerplay.): Vampier

Arts: (Limit yourself to only 2)

Character Looks(Hair color, eye color, etc. Try to give as much detail as possible, please.): red hair, pail skin, red like eyes short and slender form

Allignment(Good, Neutral, Evil, (I know the meaning of Evil is very iffy. But just put in what suits your character the most): Neurtral

Personality: can cold at times, protetive turds thoses she loves.CAN be caring but not to new people.

History (if your characters has one, This may increase in your stay here at Ria High): Sharkle lived alone for many years her famaly had abandon he sence she was a female.After many years of being alone she soon found her self getting a slave named skeith.At first she seemd to be a bit cold turds him but after she new him better she grew over protetive and started to calm down on her anger.She will do any thing to keep skeith safe.

Any weapons/armor you have(You should not have very much as a beginner, and you should earn more through rping. Same goes for the next two.): Fangs

Any items you have: none at this time


Any battle skills/magical powers you have: reads mineds,

Character Flaws(You must have at least two.): angers essely,dosent always look at the full situration.

Friends in the Realm: Skeith and alurna

Enemies in the Realm: any one who threatends her

Lover: skeith

Pic: (your picture may not stretch the page, If your picture stretches the page it will be removed) (( dont have the picter at this time)

Theme Song: (optional)

Quote (optional): "If I had to name my greatest strength, I guess it would be my humility. Greatest weakness, it's possible that I'm a little too awesome." - President Obama


Name: Mac Sawyer

(optional)Name Meaning/Nicknames: Nope, nothin'.

Gender (you got a 50/50 chance buddy): Male!

Age (Just cause its high school you don't have to be a teen XP): 17

Race(Immortal races are okay but not encouraged, as long as you do not use them to powerplay.): Human!

Arts: (Limit yourself to only 2) I can make a mean Macoroni Art picture. ^_-

Character Looks(Hair color, eye color, etc. Try to give as much detail as possible, please.): Bright red hair, green eyes, and a winning smile! wink

Allignment(Good, Neutral, Evil, (I know the meaning of Evil is very iffy. But just put in what suits your character the most): Good! Karma-influenced

Personality: Overly optimistic! Always sees the silver lining in any situation. When he walks or talks, it's always with confidence!

History (if your characters has one, This may increase in your stay here at Ria High): Not much to say. Boring human family with petty human problems! One day his mom was sitting onthe couch stoned and he told her he was going out for ice cream. She gave him $10 and he said "LOTS of ice cream." And she gave him a $50 bill. He packed a backpack with some essentials (Toothbrush, Boom Box, Twinkies.), grabbed his pet Armadillo and left for something better! ^_-

Any weapons/armor you have(You should not have very much as a beginner, and you should earn more through rping. Same goes for the next two.): None!

Any items you have: Boom Box, Twinkies, Tooth brush, Augi the Armadillo


Any battle skills/magical powers you have: I can do human things. Powers are limited to opening doors, talking to fruit, and doing the occasional handstand.

Character Flaws(You must have at least two.): Nothing extraordinary about him (VERY human), and doesn't know when to say No.

Friends in the Realm: None (yet)

Enemies in the Realm: None (yet?)

Lover: None (YET!)

Pic: (your picture may not stretch the page, If your picture stretches the page it will be removed)

Theme Song: (optional) Your Life by Insane Clown Posse

Quote: "Even a butterfly feels pain."

Name: Rem Caiden Roze

Name Meaning/Nicknames: Scytheress and all variants, never her real name

Gender: Female

Age: Forever looking 24

Sexuality: Bisexual

Race: Elven Fox-Demon

Special Arts: Element Manipulation [Wind, Earth, Shadow] and the 12 Wings of Death

Character Looks: Scythe is the epitome of elvish and vixen beauty with ravenous black hair and a slender curvaceous body. The long black tendrils creep down her back to brush the band of her unique lower garments. Over a pair of spandex black shorts flutters a red skirt, split down the middle in front to show of two sleek legs and a pair of high-heeled boots. All this matches a fitted red halter top trimmed with a strip of black. The features that stands out in the sea of shadow and blood are her eyes, two golden orbs veiled by long lashes and ringed in red liner. Not to be forgotten are her fiery furry ears and long sweeping tail. [X]

Alignment: Neutral for the most part

Personality: To say she's friendly would be incorrect but perhaps the best way to characterize her personality for she is 'friendly' in a sense. She warms up quickly to men and women alike when they strike her fancy but always keeps them at arms length. She's not one for conversation but can listen to someone else for hours. Hardly ever angry either, mostly calm with a fiery, sarcastic undertone. Even as such, she's much like a butterfly, graceful but erratic.

History: [Way too long so I shall just give from old Ria to now]

Scytheress had left Ria High mere months before its fall to try and regain some of herself that she'd lost. When she came to Ria she was shocked to be thrown back together with demons of her past and did her best to cope, trying not to fall back into her old habits but also trying to salvage aspects of her old life. In trying to do so she lost all sense of who she had become and fled, fearing domination by another member of Ria. At first she didn't know nor care where she was headed but found herself on the charred earth of where it all began.

Now, having sorted her life out she seeks to return to the life she'd barely begun at Ria and hopes that, even after the school's rebirth, it's still as fun as it had been. Fun being the miraculous fights she'd had with her fellow 'students'.

Any weapons/armor you have: Dual Swallow - A pole arm with two long scythe blades on both ends. [Reference] [/url

Any items you have: Necklace holding a single silver bullet capped with a red jewel.

Any skills|abilities|mystical powers your character has: 12 Wings of Death - having died in the past, Scythe was recreated as her former self but with a boost from the afterlife. Over the years since her death she's evolved as her 'death' status requires and earned her 12 wings. Each pair of wings holds a different ability. The first set allows her to send thoughts telepathically. The second set allows use of white flames, giving off light only, no heat. The third set give her the ability to meld with shadows, making movement faster but if the shadows she's within are dissipated she's forced back into the open. The fourth set are blue flames, intensely hot. The fifth pair have the property of disintegration, anything they touch becomes ash including herself. The sixth set allows her to revert to her original form, the way the gods had created her and then damned her for. Despite the great power from these wings, Scytheress doesn't like to use them nor even reveal her wings. They remind her of all she's lost and the curses upon her.
[Yes, this is going over a bit, but these abilities won't be necessary and likely won't be used.]

Character Flaws: Even after living for so many centuries, she's socially confused and awkward making it difficult for her to interact in groups. Even with her sultry nature she can come off as lonely and depressed quite easily.

She's at constant war within herself between her Elven and Fox personas. Though her Elven side has been dominant most her life, the Fox within her can come out at any time and cause great havok.

Friends in the Realm: None yet

Enemies in the Realm: None Yet, but expect many

Lover: No one yet

Theme Song: Poison - Alice Cooper and Pain - Three Days Grace


[I found a more recent version of the profile in Ria- The Aftermath...]

Quote: "I'll have time for you when I feel like it."

Name: Krissania Vodrasien

Name Meaning/Nicknames: Will allow close aquaintances to call her Kriss.

Gender: Female

Age: 247

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Race: Vampelf [Elven Vampire]

Special Arts: Telepathy

Character Looks: Krissania is a very regal person, always wearing stately attire fit for an upstanding lady of the Victorian Era just with pants instead of a skirt. This is due to her need for movement as she's always prepared to duel with the rapier on her belt. Keeping to the heiress mentality, her clothes tend to always be blue or deep purple to signify her kingly heritage.

Allignment [Good, Neutral or Evil]: Evil

Personality: Kriss can be quite snooty at times and very unwilling to mingle with common folk. She sees them as unworthy of her presence and will always keep them at least an arms length, the idea of coming into contact with any of them truely apalling. However, she's not opposed to discussion. If someone brings before her a truely perplexing topic she's more than happy to contemplate the matter with whatever company due to her mostly hidden scholarly nature.

History: Krissania lived in her Elven home until the young age of 199. She was the daughter of the Elvish King and betrothed to the Duke's son who would one day take his place as Krissania had no siblings. Up until the event of her 200th birthday she'd been raised with a great thirst for knowledge and a strong arm to wrangle whatever problems would visit her in her long life to come. But that long life was not going to be lived in the Elfin kingdom. As the sun set on her 200th birthday she was stolen from her party by her dearly beloved and taken out of the woods. Here, she was handed over to a pack of vampires and in return they bestowed upon the man a blood jewel that he could use to control the forest at his back.
Taken from her people, Krissania knew there was little she could do as she was carted away toward untold terrors. She knew all about vampires from the many books she'd read but one thing had teken her by suprise. They were every bit elves only of the night. They weren't devlish and grotesque but in fact beautiful. For the first two weeks of her captivity she was held in a bed chamber with little contact outside of one man who visited her several times each night. He told her of their plight, about the need to sire an heir for their own kingdom and that the former queen had recently passed on. What he told her next astounded her. Apparently Krissania had actually been one of two daughters born to the Elven realm, only her older sister, the first born, had been given up to the vampires to be their new queen as had been custom since the beginning of time. Now however she was dead and they needed a replacement. Only elvish descendants could give birth which was where their dire need came to play and after observing the vampiric culture for some time, Krissania agreed to the union of herself and the vampire king.
Before she could wed the King though, she had to study their society and those outside of it that they relied on. So, they turned her into a vampelf and threw her into the libraries where she could absorb whatever knowledge she required. Only after that she wasn't quite done. She had to do some field work to study the other races and was thusly sent off to a place called Ria High.

Any weapons/armor you have: A rapier of no great significance.

Any items you have: A red pendant with elven inscriptions that she keeps tucked inside her shirt at all times.

Any skills|abilities|mystical powers your character has: Air and Earth manipulation from her elven heritage and shadow molding from her vampiric side.

Character Flaws: Even having been a vampire now for 47 years she's not used to blood lusts or even the need to drink blood to survive. She disdains the taking of life or ingesting the essence of life and will often grow weak before giving into the need. This unfortunately makes her more likely to berserk when she's hungry.

She's also not much of a people person. Having been royalty in both lives she doesn't like humans at all but can tolerate some of the more noble races.

Friends in the Realm: None yet

Enemies in the Realm: None yet

Lover: None yet

Theme Song:

Quote : “When you have found strength, you will know the true meaning of emptiness.”

Name: Alexandros Julius Archimedes

Name Meaning/Nicknames: Alexandros means “man's defender”, Julius is “Jove's child” and Archimedes means “contemplating” all in Greek.

Gender: Male

Age: 20

Race: Human

Arts: Magic, Quarterstaff fighting

Character Looks: Alexandros has long black hair, stretching behind him and down his back in a few tails. Bright red eyes belie his intelligence, as they are often half-closed. His slender face is really very feminine, his delicate nose not helping the matter. Despite his effeminate looks, his default face is an expression which implies a great deal of arrogance and ego. His daily wear is very ornate, consisting of an actual magician's robe of navy blue or black, hemmed around the seams with a layer of gold fabric. His robe is tied at the waist with a sky blue sash and then with a brown braided leather belt. Around his shoulders is his earthy-green cape, which falls down to level with the bottom of his robes. His feet are wrapped in stripes of white cloth and then buckled into a sturdy pair of sandals. Hanging from the end of his belt seems to be a emerald set in a circular metal encasement.

Alignment: Good

Personality: Arrogant at times, well, at most times, Alexandros is hard to get along with. At least on the surface. Once his shell has been penetrated, he's a pretty caring guy, one who would go to the end of the earth for someone who had proved his loyalty to him. He's of the attitude that people have to prove themselves before he will give them his trust, so you might say he's distrusting. He does try to give people a fair chance, though, so he minds his manners. Although, he might be doing that just to be able to absolve himself of any blame once he has judged someone untrustworthy.

History: Alexandros has a nuclear, loving family back home in Greece, so perhaps that's why he can afford to be so noncommital. He spent his childhood and part of his adolescence in the Greek countryside, where his family runs a vineyard. He was homeschooled, under the tutelage of his father, and learned the ways of the vineyard from his mother, who's family had owned the vineyard for generations. His magic was a surprise to him, but not to his parents, who had their own talents for it, although diminished in their age. Alexandros found his mother was a gypsy of the old order, practicing some fertility magic for extra money when she could, which then made sense, given the frequency of the family's vacations. His father had been a stage hand for an illusionist, providing actual magic to assist the act, and thus his livelihood. To this day, that illusionist never had any clue Mr. Archimedes was giving him any such boost. Alexandros asked after his sister, who had been sent off to 'boarding school', wondering if she too had demonstrated any talents for magic. Indeed she had, his parents had confirmed, although when asked where she had been sent, his parents hushed on the subject quickly. Over a few years, his parents taught him the hows and whys of using magic, instilling in him that magic was gift that was not to be taken lightly or abused. At the end of that period, when he still seemed to be lacking in abilities, the Archimedes' all agreed that some different schooling would be required for Alexandros. They drew from a fund established for Alexandros's inheritance and paid for a year's tuition to a school called Ria. Weeks later, he found himself exitting the bus on the school grounds, his things in tow.

Any weapons/armor you have: An oak quarterstaff

Any items you have: Metal-encased emerald (magical qualities unknown)


Any battle skills/magical powers you have: Create clouds of magically charged mist. These clouds exist as an extension of him, if they are broken with a force of will or energy, he will feel backlash in the form of pain. Since they are an extension of him, he has complete control over them. Their presence is semi-material, as he can actually conjure a cloud and ride on it, but he is the only one these clouds can affect.

Character Flaws: Arrogance is not a very well liked quality, and Alexandros has it in spades. He's also kinda weak, as magicians go. He's judgemental, just not very vocal about it.

Friends in the Realm: None yet. This has a slight possibility of changing.

Enemies in the Realm: Also none. This, on the other hand, has a much larger possibility of expanding.

Lover: None. This is the bleakest prospect.

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Theme Song: Ordinary – Greg Jones

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Quote: “Oh, but honey…have you now realized that you stand before a Necromancer? Would you think that, I, who can control death itself, will make you go away that easily?”

Name: Varon Vamori

Name Meaning/Nicknames: His name doesn’t hold a particular meaning. It’s done on purpose so that it may, afterwards.

Gender: Male

Age: 52

Race: Human

Arts: Necromancy and Illusion

Character Looks: Varon stands close to six feet in height, his figure accurately described as both tall and gaunt. The slimness of his appearance and his cheekbones being the prominent feature gave him an unnerving quality. This was further enhanced by the paleness of his skin- very much to the point of having reached a constant state of apparent sickness. His short and somewhat bushy hair held no color of its own while his eyes shone an unsettling shade of red- he could quite easily come across as albino, if only his skin was not just pale, but contained slight shades of lifeless gray instead of a fleshy pink.

While this was a rare sight in-and-of itself, it was something you’d occasionally see among the practitioners of Necromancy- when they don’t guise themselves under an illusion of health and normalcy, particularly more common among those who would not only venture too far and much too deep, but willing to alter themselves and let their necrotic energies run amok inside their bodies.

With the help of his mastery of Necromancy, Varon managed to sustain the life energies of his body and take control of its decay. Because of this, he’d grown very resistant to the withering effects of time and despite having lived for 52 years, he would be the physical equivalent of a 21-year old human.

Some of his less prominent features were the shadowed patch of skin that clung underneath his eyes and an exotic point at the farthest edge of his eyes, both of which still somewhat contributed to that already frightening manifestation.

Varon commonly wore attire that consisted of a dark red, long-sleeved shirt that lay over a pair of fine black pants with a belt, a pair of socks and tailor-made moccasin shoes of a matching hue. This expensive-looking set of clothing clearly put him as a staple of high society. A well-made black cloak that would usually be left unbuttoned was always worn on top of his clothing, the back showing the crest of the Necroversity- a black skull with two skeletal arms crossing underneath it, one hand holding a severed eye between its thumb and index finger while the other was closed over a scroll sealed in dripping red wax: a covenant made with death showing their elaborate relation with it.

Alignment: Evil, with an occasional indifferent neutral stance

Personality: In a normal setting, Varon would come across as a man of little words- only speaking when something would interest him or when there was an alterior motive. His choice of words would often reflect his status in high, educated social circles. He’d be disinterested at best and would reward a tenacious presence with torments by means of Necromancy and Illusion to scare them away.

Ever the sadist, Varon relishes the power his school of magic offers him and isn’t afraid to use it against the poor soul that finds itself alone and in his presence.

Having been considered a prodigy in conventional circles, he soon began to develop a sense of narcissism and superiority to his fellow creatures. Once he discovered a way to extend his own lifespan by fusing with his own necrotic energy, the separation from humanity had been sealed. Varon would think of his former peers as things that would face an inevitable end and should be reminded of it. This brought back memories of legends of powerful necromantic figures that tormented the races of the ancient world for thousands of years: a most fitting goal for a man of his character.
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History:Varon’s home lay in the Italian countryside of Campania. He was the son of an ancient clan that shaped the history of the region since classical history, one whose fertile culture could be seen throughout the region, though some masquerading as that of another. This family of proud nobles sustained the custom of internal marriage- large enough where one would be set up with distant cousins and thus avoid the risk of genetic repercussions. His parents, however, belonged to different families altogether- breaking the ancient traditional of genetic purity. The mother fell in love with an eccentric, but brilliant professor at the University of Avignon. Fathering an only child, the baby would be separated from his mother shortly after birth- the father dragged away to a manor house dungeon, beaten and framed while his lover was kidnapped by her own family. In an attempt to restore the impurity, the head of the Vamori charter in France raped the woman and impregnated her; after giving birth, she was killed and the baby sent to the Campagnia branch. Official records showed that the firstborn died shortly after childbirth while the other, Varon, lived the privileged life of the noble household.

Varon Vamori was raised by his mother’s favorite uncle, who was the head of the regional charter and a renowned scholar. His education soon sparked an appetite for knowledge- one that quickly lead to a private investigation of the arcane and obscure arts of Necromancy. It became clear that the child was expertly adept at magic: the obscure and fearful nature of his practice triggered the banishment that would serve as the stone that created an avalanche. Varon took to the city, earning the acceptance and a scholarship at a renowned magical institution by a simple demonstration of skill and oratory. Having earned the hospitality of the headmaster, Varon extended his studies at a whim- learning only that which peaked his interests and ignoring the system rule for graduation requirements. Tomes of dark and illusory magic found themselves vulnerable to his gaze and the source of inspiration for private research applications that would grant him the position of an Institutional Researcher. By then, Varon exhausted his pool of knowledge and looked for alternate sources- Ria found itself at the top of his list and so applications were sent and approved. He transferred under a research license- school provided lodging and even paid for his contributions so long as his research continued to bear fruit. The only downside to this contract was that due to a shortage in personnel, he would oversee the execution of several events- to his chagrin that would include a recently upcoming “Holiday Boo Bash”… painful sacrifices were made.


Any weapons/armor you have: As a mage, Varon hasn’t adopted much in terms of armor- you might say that he might later acquire a barrier spell of sorts, but no physical armor. While lacking lethal weapons, his magic aside, Varon sports a long staff made of an enchanted, black volcanic glass carved in the shape of a withered arm with a clawed hand grasping a similarly-made orb with a dark-green cloud swirling in chaotic streams around it. This may release the orb and cause it to disappear- leaving the clawed hand to be used as an enchanted weapon. The same could be said of the sharpened, opposite end of the staff.

Any items you have: Varon carries a small number of glass orbs containing materials to aid his spellcasting. This is done in order to keep the amount of energy required to spend in a particular spell at a lower cost; however, as soon as these run out, they would require more energy to be invested in order to compensate for these objects. Aside from these, he is known to sport a few scrolls and tomes of magic, which would be consulted for arcane knowledge that would be helpful in an anticipated situation or periods of inactivity.


Any battle skills/magical powers you have: His magical repertoire consists of Necromantic spells- which deal with life, death and unlife. He could animate the physical remains or gain control of the ethereal entity that might reside apart from this. This would also encompass spells that directly damage the life-essence of a being or use dark energies to preserve both it and the shell it resides in.

Another branch of magic Varon would eagerly adopt is that of Illusion. He would often times combine both in order to create an elaborate torment which his victims would suffer often broken past the point of insanity. He could gain access to the senses through the very mind that processes them- feeding it false information that would appear to be as real and often as convincing as anything despite its impossibility, thus creating the effects of a delusion. The doorway to the mind would be particularly vulnerable through fear- the intense primal fear often brought about unprepared souls suddenly finding themselves facing a manifestation of death itself.

Character Flaws: Varon's narcissism and feeling of superiority separated him from the other creatures. He no longer finds that he can relate to them and is very prone to seeing others as dispenseable tools that are meant to achieve a greater goal- his own. While he may form a companionship and elaborate plans revolving around it, Varon sees it as a means to achieve his ends and thus may be discarded either once the task has been done, or the plan falls to pieces.

Among his greatest flaw is his sadism: he enjoys playing with his victims more than dealing with them outright. Instead of killing them, Varon would torment them to his satisfaction- usually until their psyche breaks under the onslaught.

Theme Song: Set the World on Fire – Symphony X


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