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I am known as Kar or Kameron I have 18 candles on my birthday cake. I am not so obviously female. I am very much attracted to um…. Nice people…?, that is why my sexual preference is confusing.

I'm 3/4 Human and 1/4 Siren, and I stand around5'6'' and weigh around 122 pounds.

Expect me to bebold and maybe a little bit rough around the edges, but I’m trying my best here, really. I’ve been told I’m a great friend, but maybe that’s because my only friend I’ve ever had was my brother? What ever the case, I will try to make friends with everyone. Even if I do forget most things people tell me….

And this is my story... I am one of four children from a great king and am the third-in-line for the throne, after my twin brother. I guess you could say I had a rather easy life, seeing as I’m royal and all, but it wasn’t all fun and games. I often struggled to pay attention in all the boring classes that my dad’s knights had set up for me; sewing, reading, blah, blah, blah. I’d much rather have been out learning to use swords like my brother got to do! Unfortunately, I was born a girl. This meant lace, sewing, dresses, and etiquette. It also meant getting yelled at when I wore my brother’s clothing around the castle. I hated the roles of a princess. Why couldn’t I be a prince?!? And why did it matter that a princess wore pants?
Thankfully, those classes didn’t last forever. At night, and on weekends, when we didn’t have to learn, my brother and I would go out and explore around our home, often talking about the things our respective teachers had tried to teach us. Through him, I was able to learn how to use a sword. Granted, once I knew what I was doing, I ended up watching the knights more then him. But, I still couldn’t escape my apparent fate as a princess. People continued to criticize me for dressing like a boy and cutting my hair like my brother’s until we were just getting into our teens. I only ever found comfort with my brother, and my mothers, who were so supportive of my decisions that they even went ahead and gave me their old swords so that I could fight alongside my brother in classes.
That was when I noticed how badly he struggled to learn things in classes. I mean, I’d always known he was a klutz, but I didn’t think it was so bad that he barely understood what was going on!
I blame myself for his running away…. I should’ve helped him more.
With him gone, there was no one around I could talk to. Especially not when my parents were so busy with my sister’s coronation coming up.
So I left.
I followed a few rumors that matched my brother’s description until I made it here. I hope he’s okay.


I'm gifted with the abilities of:
Heaven’s Light~ one of my mothers’ swords, it was said to give its user the ability to attack with a light that will defeat most things they face. I can barely get it to glow when I hold it.
Heaven’s Gale~ my other mom’s sword, this one grants the ability to create large wind storms that wipe out many. Had I the same power as either of my mothers, I’d probably be able to do that myself. I’m just lucky that I can use it to create a wind I can ride on top of.
Likes:
My brother
Being myself
Music
Adventure

Dislikes:
Being called a girl
Being told I’m weak
Pineapples

Other facts you should know about me are My twin brother is En Roy Litari:

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My favorite song is: 30 minutes by t.A.T.u.

The one beyond the fourth wall is Pure T0rture

I am known as [Ami] I have [16] candles on my birthday cake. I am obviously[female]. I am very much attracted to [males] that is why my sexual preference is [straight]

I'm a[dark spirit], and I stand around[5"7] feet and weigh around[38] kilograms.

Expect me to be[Personality: A seemingly quiet(shy) girl at first but really I am quite cold. I dislike talking to strangers but I don't mind if they want to start a conversation. I get more friendly when I know more about you.]

And this is my story...[Bio: My mother was a human, as most mothers are. I had a loving family even though I was the only child. My parents were always around if I needed something and I felt secure. When I was the age of 8 I changed schools. My father started yelling at my mother and often I would catch him drunk and passed out on the couch. It confused me because at that time I was only 8. Of course my mother still supported me and my dad always try to act as fatherly as one could. It wasn't until I found out the reason for my change in schools. I wasn't entirely human. My mother and father were.
I was an offspring of a spirit. Spirits are tricky things, they love to mess up lives for their own entertainment. So you can imagine what happened when my mother was tricked by a spirit into thinking that it was my dad. Everything was going downhill in life. My father still loved my mother very much but it was hard for him. So when my mother developed a mysterious illness he would constantly visit her. She didn't survive. My father was torn in between taking care of me and falling into his own despair. He was also preyed on by the hands on death.
I ran away. After my fathers funeral I was left with my house which would be sold and I would move in with my aunt who already had two children. I didn't dislike my aunt but I felt uncomfortable. (Note by now I was aged 13). So I ran. I lived an okay life out on the streets but I always wondered about my powers. I found them one day whilst running from a good for nothing gang. It terrified me. The police found me but I was taken in by a group of people who I still do not know who sent me to this school. And this is where the rest of my story will begin.]

I'm gifted with the abilities of:
✓Illusion(only for a minute at the best)
✓Flames


Likes:
✓Sushi
✓The sound of the city
✓Friends
✓Reading
✓Watching TV shows


Dislikes:
✗Leeks
✗When people interrupt her watching a show
✗Douchebags
✗Sharks
✗Pins

The one beyond the fourth wall is[XxCuTe_TeDdyxX]

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I am known as Davian I have 18 candles on my birthday cake. I am obviouslyMale. I am very much attracted to [Error found, Reason unknown] that is why my sexual preference is Straight

I'm a Bio-android , and I stand aroundvarries from 6-8 feet and weigh around160 pounds

Expect me to beClueless your human culture is new to me. SO many colors and emotions. What are these many things that make up your world.Oh sorry I seem to be happy by expressing emotions with nerves and fluctuation of blood in my face. Yet I fear there is a darker side to me One that I hope does not appear.

And this is my story... ..... Access Granted..... File request granted......Subject 006-X7Y... The subject started life small a a child given birth to by mother-689. It seemed he was a perfect candidate for surgical experiment 9085. The subjects body seemed to have accepted the augmentation willingly Observation is needed in the following years to make sure the subject accepts the growths.[ Access Denied repelling further access to files]
The subject in question wouldn't gain a name till 5 years later. One of the care takers discovered the lust for knowledge from the small child and asked why he didn't have a name of his own. she took it upon her self to name the boy. She knew it went against protocol to let the subjects have names due to all the fatalities that occurred but this women had a feeling that child was special.She called him Davian and the child came to love his name. The years passed and Davian grew up. The surgeries that were preformed on him changed his body to become more machine then man in time. They replaced his heart with a small nuclear reactor that was layered in ceremite to protect against any thing that would shut down the heart.the sinew of his muscles where replaced with nano fibers and his bones in some parts replaced with ceremite to reforce his skeleton.Sadly due to the surgeries he quickly began to forget many things before he become something like a blank slate. The care taker killed her self after she saw the boy in this state. The only thing the boy could say was his name and make simple conversation. Yet if there was one part of his personality they couldn't take it was his constant wish to ask question whether it be about the pens in one of the scientist pockets or what they where writing. Soon though they stopped coming in and just observed him from behind a mirror testing his abilities which he became quite good at controlling This routine of test and retest continued for years.
The day finally came one night when something snapped in Davian and his abilities began to go haywire. His body changed and mutated as he grew larger. The sudden influx caused alarms to go off across the base but it was already to late. The door to Davians cell was ripped from its frame and he exited out into the hall. He walked through the halls towards the exit. He turned the corner to be met with multiple armed guard with weapons trained on him. Frankly not one of them was spared as the form he had changed into wasn't effected by the bullets cast at him. It was around midnight when he finally exited the building. He kept walking for miles before coming to a city. It was this city that rested the academy and where he is actually beginning to understand what "Life " is.


I'm gifted with the abilities of:
Call of The Machine: Davian has the ability to change parts of his body to any thing that fits the situation [Can prove fatal if over used]

Taint of Chaos: This is activated only when davian is angered. His body seems to draw dark power that shifts his body into a horrific like state to suit his needs. When like this he losses all sense of his being and is very hard to call back to reality. <-- This ability actually kills davian's cells and so his body begins to deteriorate


Likes:
Food
Meeting new people
Drawing
Asking questions
Reading


Dislikes:
Hatred
People looking down on him
Scientist
Being angered
Bad food


Other facts you should know about me are[Other Notes (optional)] Maybe later

My favorite song is: Theme Song: Sabaton: ghost Division

The one beyond the fourth wall isLeaderOfFallen

I am known as Faust I have 150 candles on my birthday cake. I am obviously Male. I am very much attracted to fun people that is why my sexual preference is heterosexual

I'm an ice demon human breed, and I stand around 5,6 and weigh around 160 Lbs

Expect me to be a fun and care free guy. I enjoy to party all night with my friends. I get into trouble a lot but don't seem to care about it. I hate to do work and slack off most of the time. I can usually be found sleeping somewhere or hanging out with my friends.

And this is my story. I was born in the town of (Insert name here). My family was not the richest but we managed to squeeze by. At the age of 5 my father began to teach me how to use my ice powers. 2 years later my mother passed away and the thought of losing her made me go berserk. My powers took control of me and i unleashed a horrendous subzero frost. Minutes later the whole town was covered in ice.
My father and I being the only ice demons were the only ones to survive. After the incident my father took me to a small cottage on top a of a mountain. There he continued to train me. Years of training had gone by and I finally learned to control my powers. After learning to control my powers we returned to civilization where I started school again.
After a couple years my father become ill and was bedridden. I had to drop out of school so I could stay by his side to take care of him. I continued to train my ice powers but it was not the same without my father to be there with me. One day when I returned from my job I found my father in his bed where he normally was but this time he wouldn't wake up. He had left a note by the side of the bed "Live your life son don't mourn for me I have lived a long life and now it is time for you to live one to: Love Dad" Tears filled my eyes as i ran out of the house.

I'm gifted with the abilities of:
Ice craft (Creation of things using ice ex: sword shield etc)
Sword Fighting

Likes:
Partys
Food
Music
Anime
Cats


Dislikes:
Studying
Books
Dogs
School
Boring people



My favorite song is: Core Pride/In My World (can't decide between the two)

The one beyond the fourth wall is Len Kagame

I am known as Mya I have 15 candles on my birthday cake. I am obviously♀. I am very much attracted to boys that is why my sexual preference is Hetero

I'm aGifted Human, and I stand around5'7" feet and weigh around136 pounds.

Expect me to be A little bit bossy, rash, sweet, & outgoing.

And this is my story...Of German descent, Mya was born in a small town outside Berlin, Germany. She grew up with her two older brothers and her parents. She was raised in a well-off monetary-wise. She's never had to take the hard way, and she thinks she is the boss. Since then, she's moved to this new town and Reverie Academy. She expects her brothers may come as well, but she'd prefer they didn't.

I'm gifted with the abilities of:
✓Size Distortion: She can manipulate the size of any given object or organism. She doesn't really use it on humans, mostly non-living things.










Better? surprised

I am known as Patrick, mostly. I have 19 candles on my birthday cake. I am obviously as manly as they come. I am very much attracted to anyone interesting, because I was raised not to be too picky, and that is why my sexual preference is bisexual.

I'm a human on my father's side, but my mother was an ice nymph, and I stand around 6'4" and weigh around208 pounds.

Expect me to be splendidly charming in most every way. Hah! Just kidding! Patrick is more often than not the jokester in the group, always ready for a laugh and forever comfortable in a group setting. Growing up in a large family, he does very well for himself when surrounded by people, and can't stand a minute of silence. Friendly to almost a fault, the cheerful teen is sincere in his joy, his life not always going his way, but almost always taking it with a grin. Being Scottish, however, if he's angered, he's pissed. The redhead is fiercely protective over his sisters and mother, teaching his younger brothers to protect the women and learning from his own elder brothers and father how to hold his own. At the end of the day, Patrick is the smile of the family, goodhearted and able to drink you under the table.

And this is my story...Patrick was born the fifth out of nine kids in a tiny town somewhere in the green pastures that is Scotland. Yikes, right? However, Patrick has loved his positioning in the family ever since he was young. His older brothers, Alistair, Clark and Ian, taught him how to fight, his big sister, Abigail, taught him how to dance and sing, and he taught his own younger siblings what he'd been taught. Throughout his entire life, Patrick was happy. He had family, friends, and most importantly, ice. Each member of the family had their own things, like Alistair knew everything, Alice could cook anything she could think of, Eleanor's dancing outdid any professional (in Patrick's opinion at least), and God save you if you got into a fist fight with the twins Finley and Fiona. But Patrick, other than being the family clown, had a secret talent when it came to ice. He found out about it one night while collecting firewood out in the forest when he was around 14. Like most of his family, Patrick always wore gloves to protect others from the powers he hadn't quite developed. His mother, an ice nymph, had handed down her cryokinesis to her children, who all could use it by the time they were teens. Patrick, however, was the odd one out, his powers taking their own sweet time to appear. Not wanting to stand out more than he already did by having the only red hair in the family, though, his mother sewed him a pair of gloves like all the others, which he wore at all times. The entire family kept their abilities secret, practicing in the privacy of their home, and never testing the limits of their powers. In a way, Patrick's inability to manipulate ice brought the family closer, his vulnerability and red hair endearing him to the others. He still cherished his bright blue eyes, though, that he had inherited from his mother, much like the others.
During his little outing, Patrick found himself lost in the woods he thought he knew like the back of his hand. Dropping the wood, he wrapped his arms around himself in the sudden chilly wind and looked around. His younger brother, who had been with him, was gone, and he was completely alone. Not willing to give up, Patrick picked the wood back up and trudged on, dreading that he was only getting more and more lost. Soon enough, he found himself at a small pond. To his dismay, he felt even further from home than before. Hopelessly lost, he dropped the wood once more and fell to his knees, starting to cry for home. As the tears fell into the pond, the water began to freeze, a fact that Patrick didn't realize until he heard the splatter of tears against ice. He gasped and looked up, looking out at the solid ice before him. Patrick stood, amazed at what he'd somehow created. He removed his gloves, reaching out his fingertips to touch a tree branch, which was immediately covered in frost. Problems forgotten, he laughed and smiled, running his hands to the base of the tree and covering it all in his frost. He danced around the icy tree, ecstatic that he was no longer the strange one. It took a while, but he soon remembered that he had to find his way home and reluctantly left the tree, his gloves stuffed into his pocket. As he walked the dark woods, he tried to remain brave, only to jump and thrust out his hands as he heard a sudden snarl and growl. The ice that flew from his fingers instantly solidified, creating a spear of sorts and impaling the wolf that was too close for comfort. Patrick stared at the dead animal, then at his hands. His siblings' ice had never harmed anything, even when they were scared. They were always controlled to perfection, limits never breached. What... What else could ice do? That question in mind, Patrick soon found himself at home, keeping his new powers a secret and pretending to still not have them.
From that day on, Patrick would get himself lost everyday to get to that pond and practice. He advanced very quickly, building small playhouses out of ice and creating ridiculous amounts of toys, sculptures, and weapons. He designed swords and palaces and even managed to figure out how to manipulate the ice to create durable clothing. Unfortunately, Patrick still had to wear the gloves to keep his growing powers under control, since pretending not to have them had kept him from learning how to control them with his siblings. He did have a special pair of gloves that he had created himself, which were a snow white with frost blue embroidery on the edge that he wore when out running errands by himself. With great care, he protected his secret, searching for an escape to somewhere that he could learn to control his abilities. One day, he walked by a gaggle of girls with his two eldest brothers as they went to collect groceries, distantly acknowledging their giggling and flirtatious glances. The two elder boys, however, wouldn't so easily pass over pretty girls and started talking to them. Thankfully, Patrick was tired from a late-night practice and almost didn't catch the conversation going on behind him between a few other girls about a new school for "special" kids. Patrick, intrigued, waited until he was back home to look up the school, taking in with a smile the information. This was the answer to his problem! He would search around campus for someone to teach him, still keeping the secret from everyone else, of course, and leave when he'd figured out to handle it. It took a lot of pleading with his parents, but eventually, Patrick had their blessing and was well on his way to this new school, gloves on his fingers and his future riding on his next move.

I'm gifted with the abilities of:
✓Cryokinesis - For lack of a better explanation, the ability to manipulate ice. Patrick can make weapons, clothes, and buildings out of his ice, but they all require a large amount of concentration that weakens him. The weapons, usually swords, are definitely not unbreakable, much like their metal counterparts, and they take time to create, but Patrick only uses them when he has to.
✓Super-secret keeping?


Likes:
✓Snow
✓Singing (decent singing voice, but not as good as his brother Donald)
✓Cold
✓Being outside
✓Creating anything and everything that he can out of his ice


Dislikes:
✗Hearing redhead jokes ("I'll have you know, my name is not Firecrotch!")
✗Too warm of a climate
✗Reminding himself that he's a liar to his family
✗Walnuts. They're just... No.
✗Apples, for some reason


Other facts you should know about me are that he has his license to drive and all that, but it's probably best to not let him drive.

My favorite song is: Let It Go by Idina Menzel

The one beyond the fourth wall is Mayah Playah