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Posted: Fri Apr 12, 2013 10:56 pm
Vivian Shea It's never goodbye with us... Student I am known as Vivian I have 113 candles on my birthday cake. I am obviously a female, or would you like to check? I am very much attracted to big strong men who can handle a modern woman that is why my sexual preference is heterosexual. I'm a time-travelling woman from the Roaring Twenties, and I stand around 5'2" feet(or inches).Expect me to be vivacious, fiery, independent (while being dependent on her dead husbands' cash), flirtatious, unafraid to break a nail, annoyingly optimistic, remarkably athletic, and bold. Very, very, bold. And this is my story... Vivian Sandercelt was born in New York City, New York on September 20, 1900 to wealthy parents. Coming from old money, Vivian easily settled into the good life, and was quite the socialite by the time she was a teen. At the age of sixteen, she fell in love with a twenty year old soldier named Frederick Barton. He too came from old money, and soon enough, they were happily married. Unfortunately, when the Americans joined the war in 1917, he was shipped off, and several months later, Vivian was handed a letter that held the sad, tragic news of her new husband's death. Unwilling to allow this to deter her from living a full life, Vivian threw herself into her social life, and by the age of nineteen, was a well-known party girl. At twenty, she married a much older gentlemen named Edward Robichett, who was, as well as forty-two years her senior, also a successful businessman and old-money millionaire. He died of natural causes less than six months after their marriage. The young widow mourned by throwing an elaborate party celebrating the success-filled life of her sweet old husband. When she was twenty-two, she met her third husband, the new-money billionaire Henry Shea, who was forty-seven and very well-endowed and virile lively and generous. He loved her at first sight, and immediately asked her on a date. She instantly said no, not recognizing the billionaire he was, or the opportunity for huge money she was passing up. But he wouldn't accept no for an answer. After some coaxing, she finally agreed, and it didn't take long for her to love him in return. Eventually, he proposed with the tiniest ring she'd ever seen, with just a chip for a diamond. Regardless, she loved it, and accepted without hesitation. Her family, however, would hear none of it. They didn't know him, never even heard of him, and he was HOW old?! Vivian, refusing to lose yet another love, took him by the hand and proposed an elopement. They married within the hour, and afterwards, he brought her to a moor. There, she found herself on a large yacht named "Vivian's Heart". Vivian was confused. What were they doing on a boat?! There, he finally told her his big secret, and pulled out a beautiful diamond wedding ring that he had had custom made with diamonds from his private diamond mine. She pushed aside her anger and kissed him happily, and they rode the yacht out into the sunset. For almost an entire year, they lived happily, and in love, until things went downhill. Her beloved Henry was killed during a tragic boating incident that brought "Vivian's Heart" down into the depths of the ocean, as well as the holder of the real Vivian's heart. The grieving widow drank herself numb, unable to even stand up by herself at his funeral. She had to be held up by her stepson, who later committed suicide, leaving his stepmother completely alone with nothing but a disconnected family and a cellar full of wine. She fell further and further into alcoholism and began smoking more and more often. One night, while she was partying hard with a group of friends, too drunk to see straight, she came across a strange battle between winged men. Angels and demons from the 21st century had fallen through a rip in time, and were fighting just before her eyes. Sneaking around them, she and her four friends looked around, and found the rip. Too drunk to stop their curiosity, they stepped inside, and found themselves in New York City in the year 1996. Vivian stood up straight, her mind clearing up, and took charge. Her beloved friends followed her every move, and while she grew to become something of a modern 20s/21st century girl, her friends fell to death and despair. After seventeen years, she found herself at this darling academy, where she quickly enrolled in order to harness her newfound powers. After all, loneliness can only get you so far. I'm gifted with the abilities of: ✓Pyrokinesis - can manipulate fire with her mind ✓Seduction - who can resist those curves?Likes: ✓All the pretty boys this time period has to offer ✓Music, especially jazz ✓Money, and lots of it ✓Talking pict- I mean, movies~ ✓Drinking until she can't see straight Dislikes: ✗ Being called old ✗Thinking about the Great War ✗ Being called a gold digger Other facts you should know about me are she's too connected to her past to be fully integrated into modern society My favorite song is: What'll I Do by Irving Berlin The one beyond the fourth wall is Mayah Playah, duh
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Posted: Sat Apr 13, 2013 6:39 pm
 [ Jack Viscer "The fact that I'm not transfixed in front of the nearest mirror takes a great deal of self-control.” Student I am known as Jack I have 17 candles on my birthday cake. I am obviouslymale. I am very much attracted to myself that is why my sexual preference is for anyone who feeds my ego.I'm aHuman, and I stand around5'11" feet(or inches) and weigh around145 kilograms(or pounds).Expect me to bebrash, reckless, and narcisstic. Jack is arrogant, cocky and full of himself. He's also a hot tempered flirt prone to petulant fits of temper when he's not getting the attention he thinks he deserves. His main concern when he's not 'working' is making sure the people around him admire him as much as he admires himself. He's not a bad person but he's innately selfish and self absorbed and it's up for debate if any of the people around him are anything more to him than a way to fill his own desires. The concept of loving someone else enough to do something selfless for them is a bit foreign to him.
He's a bit of a playboy but only because it feeds his ego. He's not without virtues, of course. He prides himself on always keeping his words and always being honest. In fact, he's so vain that he really doesn't see the need to lie about much of anything--lying is for people who lack confidence.
He is incredibly smart, which is one of the reasons he gets bored so quickly.And this is my story...Jack was born into a rich, aristocratic family and spent his childhood getting the best education possible, and having his every need met while his parents fawned on his every accomplishment--which is probably why he's so full of himself now. As he grew into his teens, he simply tired of the good life. He had everything he wanted. He excelled at everything he tried and was just bored with it. So he decided it was time for a change. He started stealing out of boredom at first, but then continued due to the rush of adrenaline it gave him and the challenge of breaking through tougher and tougher security to win his prize.
He was caught once, but got off with a mere slap on the wrist due to his parents' influence and money. But his parents decided to send him to boarding school in the hopes he'd get his act together and get serious about his future. Of course, Jack is serious about his future--but probably not in the way they hope. He's sort of determined to become to best, most amazing crime lord the world has ever seen, and for no other reason than to assuage his own boredom and give him something to brag about.
How he learned the bit of magic he knows is anyone's guess but with his family connections, it's not hard to assume he just somehow got in touch with the right person to study under.I'm gifted with the abilities of:✓pocket dimension- one of his abilities is that he has created several personal pocket dimensions. In one, he keeps a huge inventory of weapons and tools that are extremely useful on the job or in fights. He has just about every manner of sword, gun or tool one can imagine and it takes only a few seconds to open the gate and pull out the required item (all he has to do is visualize it in his mind). His other area is a personal suite of rooms that he can access via any door in the real world, as long as its opened with a key he keeps on his person at all times (a key only he can use). There isn't much to the space other than a bed and bath, but it's a nice place to go when he needs to relax--or when he needs a quick escape from a sticky situation. ✓combat skills- Jack is, basically, an expert in fighting. Whether its hand to hand, blade to blade, or fire arms, Jack has spent years training to be the best. He's bound by the limits of his Human body but he is certainly no pushover when it comes to physical confrtonations. Likes:✓compliments ✓mirrors ✓money ✓admiration ✓fangirls and minions Dislikes:✗being ignored ✗losing ✗insults ✗people who rain on his parade ✗rain Other facts you should know about me are -he's never been in a serious relationship -he is a shameless thief -Though he's full of himself, he's not completely above acknowledging the skills and talents of others--of course, no one is as good as HIM but that doesn't mean others can't also be good. He believes refusing to acknowledge the strengths of others is a sign of weakness. -My favorite song is: [Theme Song(optional)] The one beyond the fourth wall isStrawberryZ0mbie
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Posted: Sat Apr 13, 2013 6:44 pm
 [ Zjarrmi Od "Heaven, Hell, and the world move on. They always do." Student I am known as Zjarr I have many, many candles on my birthday cake. I am obviouslyFemale. I am very much attracted to males that is why my sexual preference is heterosexualI'm awitch, and I stand around5'5" feet(or inches) and weigh around130 kilograms(or pounds).Expect me to be calm and vibrant. Zjarr is a generally kind, laid back person who doesn't often get angry. She's not a bit dull, however being curious and exceptionally interested in the things around her. She is something of a people watcher, often preferring to lurk quietly at the edges of the crowd to simply watch others. She has a very compassionate personality and is quick to lend a hand, or advice when its needed. She doesn't see herself as particularly powerful or amazing and is much more comfortable advising than directly intervening. Though she's slow to show indignance or offense, it is possible make her angry if one is determined to do so, but she doesn't usually hold grudges. At heart, she's a bit of a romantic and is easily wooed by sweet words or romantic gestures.And this is my story...Zjarr's life has been long and interesting. She was originally a normal Human, many years ago--so long she barely remembers the life she lived before becoming what she is. She was given her abilities by a strange woman who neglected to identify herself. AT that time, the world was in turmoil, embroiled in wars and constant fighting. Zjarr had been raised in a quiet convent, mostly for her own protection since her parents had no other way to ensure their daughter would escape the violence prevalent in most of their country. Zjarrmi was chosen to be something of an adviser or mediator to help the nations and leaders work toward peace, and the ability to use magic was given to her for her own protection and to aid her and her helpers toward that end.
But that was ages ago. Her initial mission was completed long ago and has all but been forgotten as time has moved on. Unable to die, Zjarrmi has simply continued on. She rarely gets involved in the major goings on in the world unless she feels its warranted, and tends to simply watch. Though she's seen many years pass she maintains a vibrance and love for life, always happy to learn and see new things.
She's currently about half a year out after having her body regenerated from a rather nasty accident. She hasn't gained all her memories yet and isn't even aware at this point just how old she is; the only thing she can actually recall about herself at this point, is her name. Zjarr was taken in by a kind old couple and enrolled in school after their efforts to locate her family or discover her identity were fruitless. For the time being, they've become her guardians and are looking after her; as far as she's concerned she's just a normal girl in her late teens.I'm gifted with the abilities of:✓Immortality - Zjarr never really dies. She can be killed, maimed, cut apart, vaporized--but regardless, her body disintegrates to ash and regenerates within a few days' time. Each time this happens she temporarily loses her memories and it takes some time (sometimes even years) before they fully return. For that reason, usually after a regeneration, her personality is a bit scattered and confused, until she fully regains herself. She doesn't age normally and is immune to most illnesses and such... ✓shape shifing - Zjarr has the ability to transform herself into a colorful red-orange bird with sweeping tail feathers and bright plumage. She can't speak in this form but retains human-level thoughts and feelings. She is also capable of flying extremely long distances within very short periods of time. She also can control and manipulate fire while in this form. Likes:✓blueberry scones ✓autumn ✓walks on the beach ✓flowers ✓people Dislikes:✗darkness ✗dirt under her nails ✗flattery ✗people who don't take her advice ✗phone psychics Other facts you should know about me are -incredibly soft hearted when it comes to others -likes books and reading -doesn't have a 'type'--she can be wooed by just about any sort of man. LoL -is a cat person -is really terrible at raising plants. They all die ;o; -is a relatively good coolMy favorite song is: [Theme Song(optional)] The one beyond the fourth wall isStrawberryZ0mbie
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Posted: Sun Apr 14, 2013 1:14 pm
[ ==Dante Van Drake== Just stay away... Student I am known as Dante I have ???? candles on my birthday cake. I am obviously male. I am very much attracted to pretty personalities that is why my sexual preference is pansexual I'm a nightmare, and I stand around 6'6" feet(or inches)Expect me to be pretty cold towards other people. I can be seriously flirty if you interest me. And when you see me in your dreams, you won't even recognize me...if you ever wake up I mean. And this is my story...I was born in Limburg Germany. I don't remember my parents. I don't remember any family relations. I have always been alone. Growing up I got into some heavy drugs, and began to notice my powers. Being a nightmare, I can enter dreams and cause extreme night terrors. Before I knew how to really control by powers to only bend the human sanity, I used to break through the wall and caused multiple suicides and murders.
When people found out I had been the one who had been causing the suicides and murders, I was exiled from my hometown. I have been wandering the roads for some time now, and I needed somewhere I felt I could belong. I try to reach out to others but I'm cold and heartless and have a hard time empathizing with others.Oh! And I'd like to evolve my powers too. I'm gifted with the abilities of: ✓Persuasion- When you see me in your nightmares I can be quite persuasive about your real-world life. ✓Fire- I can control fire, but it has to be there, I can't materialize it, so I always have my trusty lighter. Likes: ✓Fire ✓Smoking ✓Playing guitar ✓Singing ✓Reading Dislikes: ✗Loud noises ✗Clingy people ✗Dancing ✗Most people ✗People telling me smoking is bad (I already know!) Other facts you should know about me are try talking to me, there is a chance we could be quite close. My favorite song is: White Rabbit by Jefferson Airplane The one beyond the fourth wall is childishdesign
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Posted: Sun Apr 14, 2013 1:14 pm
 ==Simon Sweet== "Go away." English Teacher I am known as Simon or Mr. Sweet. I have 32 candles on my birthday cake. I am obviously male. I am very much attracted to women, and that is why my sexual preference is heterosexual.I'm your worst Nightmare, literally, and I stand around 5’6” and weigh around... err... that’s... a rather personal question.Expect me to be sadistic. At least, that’s how Simon used to be long ago, like most other Nightmares. After leaving his restaurant and spending a few years teaching his passion to students that he hated (well... maybe he liked them a little) he softened up a bit. He really cares, though he rarely shows it, loves cuddly creatures, especially rabbits, and is a bit of a coward. He can be self-conscious or shy at times, though those times are becoming more and more scarce the more he drinks. Lately, Simon’s drinking has become so frequent that his soft spot is almost always covered by his irritableness and drunken haze when he’s sloshed.And this is my story... The everyday life of Nightmares is almost always the same. They go out of their way to terrorize and haunt people both during the day and in their sleep to feed on their fear. For the longest time, Simon was no different, despite his father’s desire for him to live a normal, human life. He did at least somewhat listen to his father when he followed in his footsteps to be a cook, and eventually the owner of a high class restaurant. The only difference between him and his father is that Simon decided to use the restaurant as a tool to sap more fear by enslaving unwilling employees and tormenting them relentlessly, whilst forcing them to smile at all times for his own amusement.
After several years, Simon began to question if he really enjoyed the suffering of others, or if it was what he was born as that made him feel that way. To answer his doubts, he left the restaurant temporarily in the hands of his assistant manager (who was the only employee that didn’t seem to hate Simon with every fiber of their being for some reason), and left to go teach his passion to some snotty children instead. As unbearable as it was to deal with the brats, it was impossible for him to deny the fact that he did care about them. Sure, he enjoyed making them squirm in their seats so he could absorb their fear, but he didn’t want them to hate him. He was eventually fired from his job (most likely because he wasn’t actually teaching, and was just making students as uncomfortable as possible by trying to make them butcher their own live chickens and other absurd things) and decided to head back to his restaurant.
Unfortunately, it wasn’t his restaurant anymore. It was under new management, permanently it seemed, and when he went to threaten his backstabbing assistant manager, he found himself blackmailed into silence. But he didn’t stop there. His home and everything he owned were taken away, and he couldn’t do a thing about it. He needed a job, but there were no open home ec or cooking classes in any schools in the area. Left with no other option, Simon lied about his credentials to take a job as an English teacher at some school he never heard about before. He needed the money not only to find a new place to live, but to also pay for what once was just a hobby, and now rapidly becoming a life-threatening addiction to alcohol.I'm gifted with the abilities of:✓Paralyzation: If one sees Simon as they are just waking up, they’ll find themselves unable to move. This ability is unconscious, and the only way Simon can stop it is by breaking off eye contact.
✓Shadow Transportation: Simon is capable of sinking into the ground and emerging elsewhere. If he’s not hidden among other shadows, he can be seen as an abnormal looking shadow on the ground, and yes, it hurts him if you step on it. He can be pulled out if someone reaches into his shadow.
✓Shapeshifting: Simon only has two forms he can change into: his human form and true Nightmare form. When he shifts into his Nightmare form, he turns into a large, horrifying creature that reflects the fears of whoever looks at him. The only problem is that, even though his nightmare form is so huge and frightening, he is attached to the ground and cannot move until he changes back into his human form.Likes:✓Rabbits (and other cute, fluffy things) ✓Cooking ✓Alcohol ✓Fear ✓Ben and Jerry (not the ice cream =D)Dislikes:✗Students ✗Swimming (because he can’t) ✗Nightmares (both his kind and the nightmares he frequently has) ✗Being hated ✗EnglishOther facts you should know about me are - He has pet cockroaches. Yes. Their names are Ben and Jerry and they seem to have above average intelligence compared to other insects. Most likely because they're the offspring of an escaped scientific experiment gone wrong.
- Since Nightmares rarely ever go a night without having nightmares, Simon always looks exhausted with very prominent dark circles under his eyes.
- His smile, even if it's meant to be friendly, tends to make others nervous.
- Fear is a source of energy for Simon, so if he goes too long without absorbing any, he will die. Symptoms of lack of fear for Nightmares closely resemble insomnia: exhaustion, hallucinations, organ failure, and ultimately death.The one beyond the fourth wall is ChocolateXCheese.
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Posted: Sun Apr 14, 2013 1:18 pm
Holy s**t, we both posted Nightmares at the same exact time. Psychic moment. XD
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Posted: Sun Apr 14, 2013 1:21 pm
Is this a sign that we were meant for each other
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Posted: Sun Apr 14, 2013 3:40 pm
== Eiríninyĭ Strychnovye == "Look, don't touch. Unless I say so~" [Student] I am known as Iris I have 1893 candles on my birthday cake. I am obviously a woman. I am very much attracted toconfident people who speak their mind and know their way around a bedroom that is why my sexual preference is all of the above~ {bi-sexual}I'm an Succubus/Cambion/ elemental/Embodiment of time , and I stand around 5’4” and weigh around 115 pounds. Expect me to be ∞ Flirty; it’s simply a natural thing for her to hit on those around her. ∞ Sassy; she loves to deal people their crap back to them ∞ Talkative; she loves to gossip and wants to know practically everything she can. {No, she doesn’t know everything, despite her status as an embodiment.} ∞ Cocky; she has this air of “I know everything” to her, which she thinks she does. And when faced with something she knows nothing or very little about, she tries to find out as much as she can. ∞ Fun loving; she tries to have as much fun as possible and doesn't like it when bad things start happening. And this is my story... Iris has lived and died many times throughout history, but she’s never gone very long. Born in 120 AD, she was never truly happy with her human life and wanted to have a massive amount of power and she went out of her way to get it, she actually killed and stole for her powers. She killed an entire village of people, used their blood for a powerful spell that gave her access to the powers she wanted, but it wasn't enough blood to appease the gods. As a consequence, she is forced to go through the process of painful deaths, and rebirths every time there is a major change in history that results in the end of an “era”. During the time she is “dead”, another holds her powers for her; and she does the same for them. Her most recent reincarnation happened back in 1885, when she was reborn to an incubus father and his most recent bedmate. Not soon after she was born, her father left her mother to raise her. Still a young woman, her mother struggled for three years to raise Iris, only for her to suddenly gain new powers when a stranger entered their town. With the suddenly re∞acquired powers, Iris became too much for her mother and she was sent to a friend of her moms who would be able to cope with her powers. After that, it’s been pretty smooth sailing for her. Granted, there’ve been a few bumps along the way; the discovery of love, the birth of her unexpected son, the sudden heart breaking death of her boyfriend, and the recently ended war against Eris; her adopted grandmother. I'm gifted with the abilities of: ∞Embodiment of Time: she can travel through, manipulate, and essentially is Time; although her powers are limited when in this realm. She can only travel back/forwards about an hour at most, and her manipulation only lasts a few minutes. ∞ Time Staff; a weapon that only she is able to summon. She can fight with it, and can use it to amplify her powers, although she rarely uses it. Likes: ∞being warm: she’ll wear sweaters and long sleeved slim fitting clothes to keep her warm. ∞Well, sex, obviously: she may only be half succubus, but she’s rather addicted to the way they feed. ∞ Classical music, it’s been one of her favorite things since... well, since forever. ∞ dancing, she’s always had a natural ability for it, but only recently has she taken a true liking for it. ∞ Sunsets; they’re just so pretty. Dislikes: ∞ Power hungry people; it reminds her too much of how she was when she was far younger. ∞ Dwelling on the past; she’s lost too many people, seen too many deaths, and had her heart broken too many times to find any happiness in the past. ∞ People pointing out her flaws; she knows she has ‘em, she just doesn't want others to tell her about them. ∞ being put in the same category as whores and sluts; she doesn't get paid and actually puts time into the people she sleeps with! Plus, she doesn't sleep with just anybody. Other facts you should know about me areI'm currently in a relationship with Dante, My favorite song is: Fallen by Sarah McLachlan The one beyond the fourth wall is Pure t0rture
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Posted: Sun Apr 14, 2013 3:55 pm
[ ==Courtney Bloodwell== "I’m not as week as I look" [Student] I am known as Court Pendragon I have 15 candles on my birthday cake. I am so not obviouslybi-gender. I am very much attracted to kind people who are understanding, like my cousin, Akira, that is why my sexual preference is confusing I'm adragon-demon, and I stand around 5'4”and weigh around 100 pounds. Expect me to be - Shy; she really doesn’t talk to anyone - Masochistic; there are scars that line her wrists and many bruises on her body from getting into fights like her brother did - Depressed, she always has a sad expression on her face. - Sweet; she has a soft side to her, but it’s hidden under years of silent sadness. And this is my story... Born to the rider Famine’s heir, and his companion, she is their eldest daughter; and as such, was very protected by her big brother. She loved her brother, he was her best friend, so when he suddenly disappeared one day, it hit the seven year old rather hard. So hard in fact, that the very next day she stopped eating and talking. Worried, her parents tried everything they could to get her to eat or talk; only managing to get her to eat a meal after three days had passed. She continued on like this, only eating enough to survive, and never speaking to anyone. She kept to herself, and, as time went on, grew more and more depressed. It’s been years since then, and she still can’t seem to handle the stress of her family’s life anymore; so she ran away from home, going under the name Court Pendragon. I'm gifted with the abilities of: -Magic; she uses magic to communicate with others, and also uses it to keep her plants alive when she is unwell - Ice dragon; as a dragon-demon, she is able to transform into an ice breathing beast of legend. Likes: -birds; she just loves them, and their music. - The outdoors; its calming for her and she often enjoys spreading her wings - music; any kind but rap, and she'll dance to it. - Her brother; her big brother, Belyi, is her favorite person in the world. - gardening; she's got a rather green thumb and loves to enter flower competitions with her roses Dislikes: - Silence; it reminds her that her brother’s not there - Seeing people hurt; she just doesn’t like it, can you blame her? - Pickles; they just seem gross to her, so much so that she won’t touch anything that has them in/on it. - Large crowds; her big brother went missing in one, and now every time she gets into a big crowd, she has a panic attack. - getting sick; it just happens to her too much. Other facts you should know about me areI’m in love with my darling cousin, Akira {who I call Kiki}. My favorite song is: I’m in here by Sia. The one beyond the fourth wall isPure t0rture
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Posted: Sun Apr 14, 2013 4:07 pm
[ ==Truth== ”no, i haven't done this before, but how hard can it really be?" [Student] I am known as Truth {or princess by a rare few} I have 17 candles on my birthday cake. I am obviouslya girl. I am very much attracted to nice guys that is why my sexual preference is straight. I'm a half demon , and I stand around 5’5” and weigh around120 pounds. Expect me to be - Friendly; she tries to be nice and say hi to as many people as she can - Sad; there are things in her past that, when reminded of them, will just cause her to break down - determined, she has a habit of not stopping until she gets what she wants - Kind; she just gives off that sort of energy; it has very little to do with how she acts And this is my story... As a little girl, her father was never really home, and so she treated every day she had with him as a special one, especially since her mother was always super cranky. As the years went by, her parents slowly got further and further apart, until one day, her mother just up and left. Scared and alone, the young Truth and her sister, Deception, ran out to try and find her, only to get lost. She ended up living on the street for a while, where she met a group of girls that soon became her best friends. With their help, she was able to find her way back home, only to find that her dad had retired and was home for good now; although, something about him seemed a bit off... but, maybe that was her imagination, right? When her dad found out about her unique powers, he rather insisted she go to school to learn how to use them. I'm gifted with the abilities of: - wandering spirit; she is able to separate her soul from her body, and can wander in the spirit realm for a little while, but it can only last so long and ends up making her really weak. - Magic; she’s rather skilled at it, and knows a bit more than a girl her age should thanks to a recent incident with a wraith. Likes: - Drawing; it’s a bit of a hobby for her - Music; it helps to calm her down when she’s really stressed - The beach; one of her all-time favorite places to go in her free time - Her friends; she holds all her friends dear, in particular are the ones she had to leave behind to come here. - Her daddy, she’s glad he’s back in her life, and intends to spend more time with him so they can get to know each other again. Dislikes: - Seeing her family hurt; they’re just about the only people she doesn’t like seeing hurt - Rude people; they tend to piss her off rather a lot - The cold; she doesn’t quite know why, but she doesn’t like getting cold too much - Her mother; the woman just kind of irks her, especially after she left. - Sitting still; it just makes her uncomfortable. My favorite song is: Be Calm by fun The one beyond the fourth wall isPure t0rture
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Posted: Sun Apr 14, 2013 4:28 pm
== Niji Demonokrovi == "bite me." [Student] I am known as Niji I have 16 candles on my birthday cake. I am obviouslya girl. I am very much attracted toI have no idea that is why my sexual preference is a mystery I'm agenetically engineered Cheshire cat demon, and I stand around 5’8” and weigh around 145 pounds. Expect me to be - Immature; she’s very childish most of the time and asks many questions - Confused; she doesn’t seem to understand many things, much like a toddler - Spaztic; her reactions to things are never what one expects. - Untrusting; if she doesn’t know you she won’t speak to you. And this is my story... She doesn’t remember much; at least, nothing before the labs.... she remembers the strange men in all white who would poke her with needles... the pain..... The tears and blood..... it’s all blurred together now....she doesn’t know how long she was there, but she knows that when the strange men let her out she, and her two brothers, were brought to a room filled with toys. She must have been about seven, her brothers nine and eleven, because everything seemed so big to her... even the toys were huge.... but oh, that room wasn’t meant for them. No. in the room stood another boy; about fourteen maybe; his cold blue eyes staring at them, his wide grin wickedly taunting them. He had said that they were his now, and that they would go by the names he gave them. Her eldest brother was called Shiro, the other Kuro; both names based off the color of their hair; and then finally, she was to be Niji, called such for her strange hair that was blue, green and purple in color. They lived with him for a while, maybe a year or so. Things were better than the labs, he didn’t poke them with needles or make them cry, but he still treated them inferior to himself. It wasn’t a rare thing for him to smack Niji’s brothers, but he never hit Niji, even when she did things that were wrong... but that all changed rather quickly... he was becoming more aggressive towards the trio, yelling at them and hitting harder; a few times he even knocked Kuro unconscious. One particular evening, when he was in a very foul mood, Niji accidentally knocked over one of the vases in the hall, it wasn’t the first time she’d done such a thing, and she apologized for it as always, but he didn’t calm down like normal. In fact, he only got angrier, and, raising his fist, struck her down hard, leaving a large bloody welt on the left half of her face. After this, he simply froze in place, staring at what he’d done in almost shock.... like he was sorry for it... but Niji no longer cared, instead she ran from him, going to her brothers, who, without another word, charged after the boy who’d taken care of them, beating him senseless before they returned, picked her up in their arms, and slipped out the window, heading into the jungle next to the place they’d recently started calling “home”. They wandered in that jungle for what seemed like months, Niji’s wound slowly healing itself as time passed. And, soon enough, the wound was nothing more than a large scab that ran from her left temple down her cheek. It must’ve been around that time that they first noticed they were being followed, but her brothers never said a word to her about it; instead they took turns keeping guard at night; letting her sleep it out. This went on for about four days before they were greeted by a young boy who wore shredded clothes and had a long scar running down his neck to his collarbone. The boy introduced himself as “Bander” and asked to stay with them. Naturally, the trio was cautious, but, after healing Niji’s wound, he broke through their barriers and grew to be something of another brother to them. It must’ve been another year before they found their way out of the jungle. As they stood with their backs against the jungle; they shyly gazed at the small village that lived near it, terrified that they’d be treated as they’d been before. Their fears were disproven when an elder woman came up and greeted them, leading them to her home where she cooked for them and cared for them. Life seemed good here; almost normal... if not for the many fighting classes they took. At first it was just tai-kwan-do, but soon they were taught how to use knives and other things a well. They discovered their talents with the shadows, as well as their ability to hear the spirits of those long forgotten. The old woman, Grandmama as they were told to call her, taught them how to heal, how to cook, even how to sew. But all good things must come to an end, and one day while they were out training in the forest, the boy; now a man; found the village and, after trashing it in his search for the nekos, burnt it to the ground along with all those who lived there. Upon their discovery of their burnt home, the four swore to finish their training and someday kill that boy.... leaving to never return. Making their way to the city, they met a group of girls who were kind enough to be their friends and even help them in their training. In particular, Niji made friends with a girl known as Truth. When her friend left, Niji was rather saddened and followed her to her home, and then, to this school; all under the guise of a small black house cat. I'm gifted with the abilities of: - wind manipulation; mostly, she uses this to direct her knives, but she also uses it to silence her footsteps and give her speed. - shape shifting; she can change into a human, a multi-colored cat, something that resembles a rainbow tiger, and a black house cat Likes: - Seafood/sushi; especially eel and lobster - Rainbows; they remind her of her uniqueness. - Her friends; she has very few of them and holds them dear - Riddles; they just seem so interesting to her. Dislikes: - Canines; she’s really just afraid of most dogs, even werewolves make her shy. But she doesn’t seem to be too afraid of inus... - Doctors; she’s had more than one bad experience with them... - Being called a kitty/kitten/cat or anything else of the sort - loud noises; to her they just seem dangerous, and she often freezes up when she hears them. Other facts you should know about me areI’m blind and deaf on the left side. My favorite song is: Remember Everything by five finger death punch The one beyond the fourth wall is Pure t0rture
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Posted: Sun Apr 14, 2013 9:35 pm
 Albin 'Dealer' Adamski "In a world of peaches, don't ask for applesauce." Student I am known as Dealer I have 18 candles on my birthday cake. I am obviouslymale. I am very much attracted to life and the jewels it holds, that is why my sexual preference is nothing to concern yourself over {undetermined}I'm a Card Dealer, if you will, and I stand around5'7'' feet and weigh around 135 pounds.Expect me to be a dreamer, if you will. I often find myself lost in the stream of life's grand wanders. The puzzles held by time people pass by fall onto my lap, and I focus on solving them and the riddles holding the puzzles' locks.All in all, Dealer's very carefree. He likes to spend his time thinking about how things/people work and tends to ignore people because of this. If you talk to him, he'll almost always respond with something he'll think even a philosopher would say. Unfortunately for him, most of the things Dealer says makes no sense and only gives off the impression that he's high as f- And this is my story... Life is like a deck of cards. We are all a card, some a lowly two of spades, some a king of hearts. We all become friends and enemies, grouping our card selves together and forming pairs and full houses. As for me... I am the card dealer of this deck of cards called life.Translation: One day Dealer had traveled to New York with his school on their class trip. While everyone was sight-seeing and shopping, he walked into an antique shop and looked around. An old lady ran the store, a very old lady, with an eye-patch on her head. After a conversation between the two, the lady offered Dealer one item in her shop for free, promising that he'd like anything he got. After looking through so many items, Dealer settled on a deck of cards. Those cards, he soon found out, held more power than he ever imagined. So much power, in fact, that he went to this school in hopes of learning how to control them. I'm gifted with the abilities of:Card Game - When Dealer is in a fight, his deck of cards will shuffle and spin their cards around him. Each card he picks, which he can only do one at a time, holds a special attack. This is a pure game of chance, so the attack is based off of the random number generator (1-15). Ace - Heal {Works on wounds made a few hours ago at the latest} Cards 2-4 - Fire Cards 5-7 - Ice Card 8-10 - Wind Jack - Long-distance projectile Queen - Solid defense {Liable to fail} King - Short-distance physical attack Joker - Clone army {Thirteen cards become Dealer} Wild Card - Shuffle Note: Each move lasts only one turn; when the opponent reacts to the move used, s/he signifies the end of the turn and the card flips back, stopping the attack currently in use. Each elemental move is weak; for example, the fire attack can, at the worst, give you a strong first degree burn. Shuffle - The 'Run Away' of the card moves. Dealer plays this card during anytime he wants to head somewhere. The cards come together and build up into the item he prefers at the time. For example, whenever Dealer wants to leave but doesn't want to walk, he'll play the Wild Card and his cards will form a plane (made out of cards) big enough to carry him and still fly away. A shapeshifting card, if you will. Of course, when Dealer's in battle, the card is shuffled with the deck and cannot be played at will.Likes:Daydreaming Philosophy Thinking Card games Dislikes:Things that are loud Not being able to hear my own thoughts People that touch my cards without my permission Other facts you should know about me areSometimes I like to wear a blindfold, like in the picture here. I wear this whenever I need to meditate to answer a riddle I think of, but I usually have it off. My eyes are brown.My favorite song is: House of Cards The one beyond the fourth wall is Awesome nerd
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Posted: Sun Apr 14, 2013 10:17 pm
Pure t0rture Hi.. Sorry but I couldnt accept Eirininyi.. Since she's a bit overpowered.. "Embodiment of Time: she can control, travel through, manipulate, and essentially is Time".. It's some sort of godmodding.. I could accept her if you change her abilities ^^ Beyond that everyone is approved
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Posted: Mon Apr 15, 2013 1:56 pm
imgleft]Insert image URL here[/imgleft] [ ==Neil Moynihan== "So, how long, exactly, did it take you to get this stupid?" Student I am known as Neil I have 16 candles on my birthday cake. I am obviously generally mostly Male. I am very much attracted to women that is why my sexual preference is Heterosexual I'm aHuman, and I (usually) stand around68 inches and weigh around146 pounds Expect me to beGrumpy. Generally grumpy. And blunt. Blunt is a good description. Neil has been handed a lot in life with which he is most unsatisfied, and this, coupled with his already down to earth personality, tends to make him come off as quite disgruntled. He isn't the sort to endure any "nonsense" from anyone. If you do something he thinks is stupid, he'll tell you it's stupid. He tends to keep to himself, finding that most people don't enjoy his aforementioned bluntness, and preferring solitude to any form of excessive social interaction. This doesn't mean that he's necessarily unkind. Befriending Neil, while not the easiest thing to do due to his standoffish tendencies, will gain you a seemingly reluctant friend, who cares much more than he lets on. And this is my story...Once upon a time, somewhere deep in the mountains of ancient Japan, an evil demon was terrorizing a small village, stealing livestock, murdering those who crossed its path, and threatening to move onto and destroy any other villages it could discover, after having finished with the one before it. In desperation, the caretaker of the village shrine begged to gods to grant her the strength to defeat this demon. Finding her heart to be pure and her intentions good, the gods granted her wish, transforming her into a magical warrior who destroyed the demon as if it was nothing. Ever since, the females of her bloodline, once they turned sixteen, have had the potential to turn into "magical girls", war maidens with powerful magics and abilities who carry on the traditions of keeping evil at bay. And then there's Neil. Neil's mother was a magical girl. Neil's great grandmother was a magical girl. And Neil? Well, he's a magical girl too. After discovering the awkward and rather unfortunate fact that he had gained the ability to transform into a magical girl after turning sixteen, he began his life as a "super heroine" fighting the same kind of evil his ancestor fought all those years ago, not necessarily because he(she?) wanted to, but because, well... there wasn't really much of a choice. I'm gifted with the abilities of: ✓Transformation: A magical barrier surrounds Neil, and after a long and generically drawn out transformation sequence, both his body and clothing morph into those of a "magical girl's". While he consciously can induce this change, it can also be, often unwontedly, induced by an especially evil aura. In fact, if such an aura is detected, he has no choice but to transform. ✓Combat Magics: When transformed, Neil has a rather odd slew of abilities that generally have to do with keeping her alive in combat. She has some defensive magics, barriers that soften fatal blows to her body and allow her to physically outperform the average human, but mainly, she has the ability to generate blunt objects to swing or throw as offensive weapons. Anything from a baseball bat to a washing machine, the bigger the object, the more magic it requires, and the more magic it requires, the more energy it takes from her body. The biggest object she has ever generated was a small yacht. However, after doing so, she grew incredibly weak, and fell into a deep sleep for a good seven days. She only can lift objects that she herself generated, meaning that she can't just go and lift a car over her head. She has to make the car appear first to be able to carry it. Likes: ✓Video Games ✓Hoodies ✓Peace and Quiet ✓ Soccer ✓British Television Dislikes: ✗Mahou Shoujo ✗Football ✗Flirts (especially when flirting with him) ✗Dresses ✗Overly Masculine Personalities. Other facts you should know about me are-He has a love of detective stories, even the incredibly far fetched ones. -He has a secret hobby: Knitting. He's actually quite good. My favorite song is: [Theme Song(optional)] The one beyond the fourth wall is Magic and Mystery
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