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 Posted: Wed Sep 29, 2010 5:07 pm
Post all character profiles here. Remember, profiles are posted by the roleplayer.
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Posted: Wed Sep 29, 2010 5:09 pm
Harmony___Saya___Tennyson=> Otherwise known as. . . Saya, or Minnie to her family. <= “I’m simplistically complex in a none-too-healthy sort of way. I like me that way and I have no intention of ever changing to fit society’s ridiculous standards."- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Counting Candles to Remember:
Seventeen years old.
Society Fears the Unknown:
Half-Sylph, Half-Human.
Little Quirks Make All the Difference:
Saya knows how to make quite the impression, though it isn’t always in a positive way. Part of the reason for this lies in the fact that she is Victorian society’s worst nightmare: a woman who speaks her mind and refuses to conform to the mannerisms and standards of a strict and demanding public. Although she clearly understands the line between outspoken and insensitive, not much can keep her mouth shut when she has something to share. Saya also has a pretty bad temper. Once sparked, she could care less about being reasonable. While she will wield logic to win an argument, she prefers illogical thoughts and whims. Reason bores her, while the impossible attracts her never-ending and all-consuming curiosity. She loves a good game, but this usually entails confusing or stunning those around her with twisted words. Her “games” can come without warning and be as simple as a quick joke or longer-term acting on her part, where she takes a situation and relates and then weaves it into a story. She usually appears to have energy to spare, but she has a habit of becoming sleepy without warning. One moment Saya could be training with all her might, and the next she’ll be curled up on the floor to take a nap. Overall, she’s the type of person who has one of those dangerously contagious smiles and whose mood can change suddenly and without warning. She’s also so sensitive to wind that she becomes irritable when she’s in a room with no open windows for too long.
Only Bare Claws in Defense:
Upon entering the Academy, she received a twin set of fans to aide in her wind manipulation. The fans are steel, with sharp edges for closer combat. Darkish teal, violet, and deep cerulean strings hang off the ends of both, with varying beads held on them by the knot tried at the ends.
Sprinkle on a Little Pixie Dust:
Air/Wind magic. She hides her wings naturally with magic, and she can manipulate the overall appearance of her wings. She can communicate with any creature, magical or no, and in any (magical) language, like any half-sylph. This is more instinct than anything else. It’s difficult for her to even discern that she is hearing a different language because she can understand it straight away. Her ability to move at incredibly fast speeds is untapped thus far. On her human side she inherited clairvoyance and precognition from her grandmother and can see into both the future and past, but most commonly the future.
Rent-Free Bliss:
Osamu Hall // Rm. 213
Education Meets Fantasy:
Elemental Magic: Comprehension and Practice
// Musical Instruction and Practice // Study and Practice of Weapons
Advice-Givers and Guidance-Seekers:
Open Spot - Student Mentor Needed
Plucking Petals for Answers:
Heterosexual // No love interest... right?
This is No Fairytale:
As the middle daughter of a highly aristocratic family, Saya felt pressure hang over her head from a young age. Her studies would have progresses smoothly if she didn’t get bored so easily, her intelligence well equipped to handle whatever her private tutors threw her way but her intention span unwilling to cooperate for long. Her bad habits lead to many lectures, but it was when she was about nine years old that she really upset her family for the first time.
Saya had stumbled onto the breakfast table early one morning a few weeks after her sixth birthday to ask her parents if her eldest brother, already seventeen at that point, would be bringing home his new fiancé soon. They were bewildered, sure that their son had not even begun courting any girls. When they tried to tell her this, she insisted the woman did exist, that she was very pretty and substantially wealthy, and that they should buy a bouquet of red roses to celebrate since they were the woman’s favorite. Annoyed by her seemingly foolish game, her mother forced her to desist in speaking anymore about it. Exactly one week after that, their son returned home with a high-class young lady on his arm to fulfill his little sister’s prophecy.
The coincidence was promptly dismissed. Saya’s accurate predictions continued, though she learned it was only wise to tell her less temperamental father. This rule applied wholly until she was nine years old and burst into her parents room in the middle of the night, sobbing and demanding why they had not told her grandmother, who had left the night before, to stay one extra night, despite her desperate warnings that leaving so soon would be dangerous. Sure enough, a letter was sent to the house in the early morning expressing condolences. Her grandmother had been in a terrible accident – her carriage driver, drunk as he was in the night, had driven them right into the bay. The woman’s body had been found just after Saya awoke her parents. After that, she was not allowed to speak of her dreams or frequent visions anymore. When she did, she was punished, locked in her room for however long her mother saw fit and left without food to hold her over.
Saya found joy, however, in her little sister’s company as she grew older. Her studies continued as they always had, with minimal difficulty but little cooperation on her part. The only thing she openly excelled in was her violin and singing lessons. She often played for the newest addition to their family, a girl by the name of Melody who was nine years younger than herself. Her singing soothed the seemingly inconsolable baby, and the tradition carried into the girl’s older years. Temper tantrums and emotional breakdowns leading to unnatural gusts of wind and magical explosions lead to the Academy discovering her. When they requested her attendance, her father was the only one to object. Her mother, the reason for her half-sylph existence, quickly sent her away, glad to be rid of the proof of her affair and the cause of so much stress.
Recently, however, Melody has fallen very ill. Because of this, Saya’s efforts to escape the Academy have not ceased since her arrival three months ago. Her reasons, however, are not shared with any living sole at the Academy, and their seem to be quite a few of them. She always keeps a necklace with a musical charm on her person. The teen’s frequent escape attempts and reckless behavior has given her a widespread reputation as the new girl at the Academy. She was declared too powerful to be ignored and too dangerous and reckless to be left without a babysitter. She was thrown into the Osamu Hall with her new mentor due to this.
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Posted: Wed Sep 29, 2010 5:10 pm
Cedric___Leonard___Blythe=> Otherwise known as. . . Leon. <= "Modesty is just another word to make the useless feel better about themselves, love."- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Counting Candles to Remember:
Nineteen years old.
Society Fears the Unknown:
Faerie
Little Quirks Make All the Difference:
Cedric, or Leon as he is more commonly known, is certainly not a modest man. He’s attractive and he knows it. He’s incredibly smart and he acknowledges it. His talents never cease to amaze his classmates and he smirks at the thought. Although he doesn’t say anything especially conceited outright, the attitude is clearly there. This doesn’t mean he’s a bad guy though. He has an excellent control over his emotions, never showing too much to others and leaving him without a temper to speak of. Leon can usually find something - or someone - to amuse himself when he grows bored of his surroundings. He likes a challenge more than anything else. When his mood grows worse though, steer clear. Rare as it is, he’ll tear whoever is foolish enough to approach him to pieces without a second thought or remorse. Leon is the type of guy who is a lot nicer than he’ll ever dare let others believe. He knows how to say charming things and manipulate the people around him to disprove any theories of this though.
Only Bare Claws in Defense:
None - Leon insists he doesn’t need something as cumbersome as a weapon to win.
Sprinkle on a Little Pixie Dust:
He has the natural ability to fly and, like any faerie, can change his size to something much smaller and more cliche to fit his race (he’s never been known to use this ability, however). His wings, when visible, resemble the shape of dragonfly wings, but have a ragged appearance resembled Dark Faerie wings, and contain mixed red and purple hues. He can use any type of spell, excluding elemental and dark magic, as long as he knows the incantation. His magical capacity is huge. He was born with the ability to read minds, and has mastered the technique of turning this gift on and off.
Rent-Free Bliss:
Azubike Dormitory // Rm. 201
Education Meets Fantasy:
Incantations of the Light, Dark, and Neutral Arts // Social Studies: Cultural Study and Analysis // Social Studies: Secrets of Human History
Advice-Givers and Guidance-Seekers:
None - Open Spot
Plucking Petals for Answers:
Heterosexual // None at the moment.
This is No Fairytale:
Leon grew up hidden among human society with only his mother. He never met his birth-father and, when he was very young, suspected that he didn't even have one. It wasn't until later that he discovered that his mother ran away from his father, bringing along only the child still growing in her stomach. After asking once about the man and getting this explanation, he could see that his mother loathed the man for reasons he honestly didn't care to know. He didn't grow up completely without a father, in fact he had a few, but he did lack one decent enough to look up to and sincerely respect. Their source of income was always the fortune step-father's left behind and the money sent to them by relatives he never met or knew by name.
When he was just seven, Leon learned to recognize his mother's odd behavior as a sign of her obsession with the local opium den. Because of this, his mother never really fit the description of a loyal caretaker. He was left on his own quite a bit and learned to take care of himself, even to the point where he would cook his own meals and inform the cooks that "at least his food showed signs of good taste.” As a child, he was expressionless and independent, but sarcastic and sometimes even cruel. Growing out of this phase was a relief to everyone around him, especially the people who worked within his home to clean, cook, and manage all this his mother could not.
Despite her drug abuse, his mother was as beautiful and graceful as any faerie, gaining the favor of countless men. She married a few times, husbands known to mysteriously disappear or fall ill. Leon suspected they followed his far more immune mother to the opium dens one too many times. The woman never concerned herself with these unexpected leavings, only moving onto the next promising young man with good money and social standing to his name. Leon then became distant, something he never could grow out of, and closed himself off to the world.
When he reached his teenage years Leon became quite the play boy, capturing the hearts of countless maidens and crushing them, unlike the mother who at least stuck around until her husbands disappeared. This, however, was done at the Academy, since he has been attending since his thirteen birthday. His mother handed her talented child over easily enough and he left without one sign of regret or homesickness. His mother visits with every ball and open social event, but he barely pays her any mind. It’s been a long time since he thought of her as a parent, after all. He thinks of the Academy as a place of relaxation, and is only really there to gain a better chance at a future than his mother could ever hope to offer him.
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Posted: Tue Nov 23, 2010 9:38 am
Tackeron___Artemis___McCallen=> Otherwise known as. . . Tack <= "This will be a cake walk."- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Counting Candles to Remember:
18
Society Fears the Unknown:
Half Salamander half human
Little Quirks Make All the Difference:
He is a tad overconfident but not quite arrogant. Aside from the confidence issue he is actually easy to get along with and has been known to be inspiring to others.
Only Bare Claws in Defense:
Cutless
Sprinkle on a Little Pixie Dust:
Can create and control fire but is still not too skilled with it.
Rent-Free Bliss:
Azubike dormitory, 215
Education Meets Fantasy:
Element magic comprehension and practice/ Study and Practice of Weaponry/ Study of magical languages
Advice-Givers and Guidance-Seekers:
Open
Plucking Petals for Answers:
Hetorosexual-Saya certainly seems like fun.
This is No Fairytale:
Tackeron's parents were a salamander mother and a human father. He came to the school partially because he wanted too mand mostly because his parents felt he needed a safe enviroment to learn in as well as learning how to control his powers better considering that he accidentally burnt the house down three times. _________________________________________________ Macideus___Adam___Daughn=> Otherwise known as. . . Micky D's <= "Clean out your mouths before using my instruments."- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Counting Candles to Remember:
32
Society Fears the Unknown:
Human
Little Quirks Make All the Difference:
A pleasant but very strict teacher. He is particular about the proper use of his instruments and about not having any food leftover in your mouths before using those instruments. Dislikes swearing and will gladly make you play difficult chords if he catches you swearing in his class. Naturally he can seem a bit uptight.
Only Bare Claws in Defense:
Glave
Sprinkle on a Little Pixie Dust:
Is able to read minds within a ten foot radius.
Rent-Free Bliss:
Osamu Hall, 100
Education Meets Fantasy:
Musical Instruction and Practice 8:00am-9:00am. Study and practice of weapons 1:00pm-2:00pm.
Advice-Givers and Guidance-Seekers:
Mentoring Saya
Plucking Petals for Answers:
Gay, no one yet
This is No Fairytale:
When he was young he discovered that there were times when he could read the minds of those around him, often doing so unwillingly. Once he told his parents they became afraid of him and shunned him. However like many before him a letter came in the mail inviting him to a school. His parents, who were happy to be rid of him immediately responded and sent him off to school. When he turned sixteen they told him he was never welcome back into their house ever again and thus effectively kicked him out of their lives for good. The headmaster at the time had allowed him to live on campus were he learned to enhance and control his psychic powers. He took a liking to the study of weapons as ell as music and now teaches those vary classes to the new students of Farvardin. _________________________________________________ Erin___Sile___March=> Otherwise known as. . . Miss Farvardin <= "Focus."- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Counting Candles to Remember:
365
Society Fears the Unknown:
High Elf
Little Quirks Make All the Difference:
A straight to the point person she is not very subtle or gentle when it comes to telling people things they may not want to hear. That aside she is a very happy and nice person, preferring to treat her students as equals in opposition to the typical student teacher relation. She can always be seen with a smile on her face. She does not tolerate interruptions in her class while she is teaching.
Only Bare Claws in Defense:
Bow enchanted for durability and extra range and arrows enchanted to preform a variety of effects on command. She also has a staff that she uses to help her cast her magic.
Sprinkle on a Little Pixie Dust:
Light, dark and neutral magics, particular strength in enchantments.
Rent-Free Bliss:
Osamu Hall, 105
Education Meets Fantasy:
Incantations of Light dark and Neutral arts at 9:30am-10:30am
Advice-Givers and Guidance-Seekers:
Open
Plucking Petals for Answers:
Straight-none right now.
This is No Fairytale:
Erin had joined on as a staff member to teach young students about various magical arts. She felt that it was important to other cultures as well as her own to have a safe place to study and learn about such things especially what some would consider dark arts since such magic was often misunderstood or abused giving those arts their bad reputation. She felt that it was important to teach others that magic really is only as evil as the caster wielding it.
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Posted: Wed Jan 05, 2011 8:55 pm
Fyordnn___Lairu___Windsetter => Otherwise known as. . . Din or Fyor <=  "We were given brains for a reason...most likely so we could figure out better things to do than stand around all day." - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Counting Candles to Remember:
Nineteen
Society Fears the Unknown:
Wood Elf
Little Quirks Make All the Difference:
Fyor has a good heart, though it's often hidden behind a strange desire for trouble. Generally he'll do anything and everything, and can get fairly headstrong, but the unfavorable situations he lands himself in are often more harmful to himself than others. He's not one to endanger his friends by any means whatsoever, quite the contrary, but he tends to have an unusual lack of concern for his own well being. Some call it entertaining, some call it thrill-seeking, others just call it dangerous, Fyor's made friends with all different opinions of his behavior, despite his ability to be a little much sometimes. But at the end of the day he's just himself, he doesn't tone down his actions, or certainly his mouth for much of anyone, save the teachers.
Only Bare Claws in Defense:
Fyordnn bears the traditional longbow of his people, though he discovered early on that throwing knives were also a good outlet for his marksmanship, and were much easier to conceal. He almost always has a short supply of them on his body, even when he shouldn't.
Sprinkle on a Little Pixie Dust:
Like the rest of his race, Fyor is proficient in white magic and the healing arts. Due to his mischievious ways, most of his genetic talents in healing have been used on himself, with little practice on other bodies. He's also one of a handful of his generation that has been able to pick up earth magic. Although he hasn't tapped into this rare gift's full potential he is capable of some intermidate skills, though they are often the result of creativity with lesser skills rather than more complicated spells in and of themselves.
Rent-Free Bliss:
Azubike Dormitory // Rm. 210
Education Meets Fantasy:
Elemental Magic: Comprehension and Practice // The Healing Arts: Comprehension and Usage // Study and Practice of Weapons
Advice-Givers and Guidance-Seekers:
OPEN
Plucking Petals for Answers:
Straight and oblivious
This is No Fairytale:
Fyordnn Windsetter was born into a medium-size clan that took residence in the more quiet forest areas around what would now be considered British territory, an area whose influence left him with an occaisional and faint accent. His people, the Rainwind clan, were a traditional tribe of wood elves consisting of a few varied families, all related, though some more distant than others. Their village was small, peaceful, and secluded from humanity, the way things were supposed to be. Fyordnn, however, was never a soul that was meant to coincide with things like tradition or simplicity. Even as a toddler, Din would often wander out of the house in search of his older siblings, wanting to follow along. That curiousity and inability to sit still only continued to grow despite his parents best effort to mellow the boy out. Though he loved fun, his fun caused problems more often than not. Some people try to run before they can walk, but this young elf decided to try tree-sprinting before he could run. Something the small wood-elf race was known for was how at home they were in the trees, and the ability of some of them to traverse branches faster than most humans could traverse clear ground. Rather than wait, Din tried this and many other activities after watching his brothers and sisters do them only once, and resulted in many injuries. Pain never bothered him though, in a village full of healers and elves versed in light magic, one learns better than anywhere that pain is temporary.
That was how the boy grew up, wanting to go fast when he was told to go slow, learning knife-throwing to escape the sole-tradition of archery(Of course other elves learn how to use various weapons, but in his small village, the bow was THE only tool practiced consistantly). And then his own gift started making itself more and more aware. As he grew into maturity, he thought the internal harmony he felt with the earth was just the natural progression of his blood-line, until his gifts began to manifest in a more noticable form. It was quickly apparent that Fyordnn had it in his potential to learn earth magic, and was one of only six in his generation to have that potential in his village. With his exception realized, his parents pressured him to learn more about the ways of magic, both the natural wood-elf traditions and his rarer affinity. With no real interest, Din obeyed his parents wishes, but took every chance he could to escape or play pranks on the other children around him. Learning all too often meant sitting still, while Fyordnn wanted much more to learn while doing and moving about. As his skills and age progressed, so too did the level of risk his actions had towards himself, and the frequency with which they occured.
At the age of thirteen, Din crossed a line. A big line. Humans and elves did not interact, in fact, the humans weren't even supposed to be aware of the elves presence. One day being a little too risky and a little less careful, Fyordnn revealed himself to a band of humans, in all his elven glory. From there it was a snowball, barely salvagable by the elders by the time all was said and done. His parents made the decision that Fyordnn had a lot of learning to do that obviously wasn't happening in their village. With an agreement from most of the clan elders, he was sent away from his village to go learn and study in another more secluded place. After two years and no less desire for risks, Din was sent to the academy, in hopes that being around other magically-gifted students would give him a better way to vent his energy, and if that didn't work, they hoped that a better education would at least give him the needed skills in healing to keep up with his self-harming decisions. Fyordnn has never given up his loud and edgy ways of having fun, but can't deny feeling tossed around like an unwanted gift, only for being himself. Whatever reason his parents had in sending him away and eventually to the school, he can't see. In his eyes he's been abandoned by those that were supposed to care for him, because they didn't want to deal with him. That, however, is not public news that he shares with people. Far as the student body is concerned, Fyor is just another elf looking to expand his magical horizons.
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Posted: Fri Jan 21, 2011 3:55 pm
Raelyn___Marie___Forscythe => Otherwise known as. . . Raelyn....? <=  "You should always be proud of what you are. Unless what you are is a monster." - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Counting Candles to Remember
Seventeen
Society Fears the Unknown:
Lycanthrope
Little Quirks Make All the Difference:
Raelyn is a girl who lives off of her emotions which, unfortunately, can change. Overall though, she is a shy and softspoken young lady, who usually tries not to call too much attention to herself. She is quiet and attentive in class, and a friendly tag-along type outside of it. She doesn't mind sitting quietly or being a face in the crowd because of her own self-hatred. Raelyn has hated what she is since she was very young, and is embarassed by her blood.
Only Bare Claws in Defense:
She is only ever armed with her own claws and fangs, though she is not prone to fighting.
Sprinkle on a Little Pixie Dust:
Raelyn has access to all the traditional abilities of her race, but she is not gifted with any actual magic. She changes form as infrequently as possible, so her shifts are more succeptable to emotions than other lycans. However, her favor of the human form has developed stronger senses in that form than others of her race
Rent-Free Bliss:
Philomena Dormitory // Rm. 107
Education Meets Fantasy:
Musical Instruction and Practice // Incantations of the Light, Dark, and Neutral Arts // Social Studies: Cultural Study and Analysis
Advice-Givers and Guidance-Seekers:
OPEN
Plucking Petals for Answers:
Hetero/Single
This is No Fairytale:
Raelyn Forscythe was a wild child born into a loving family. As a young girl she was always full of energy and curiosity, eager to play with anyone she could. Her pack lived primarily in the forests, but didn't have any trouble associating with the human world, able to easily conceal evidence of their bloodlines. Her young life was relatively laid back, her parents only enforced a few rules on her. She could never change form around people, couldn't attack or kill outside of defense, and was under no circumstances allowed to alter a human. These were easy rules to keep, she loved her wolf form, so she rarely felt the need to change anyway, and never intentionally used her mixed-form, so she had little worries about revealing her kind to the humans. As far as killing and infecting went, they were both outside of her mind. But as she grew, so did curiousity, a nagging wonder about the effects a single scratch could have. She couldn't help but wonder what could possibly be wrong with giving the humans the same amazing gifts she had...
Eight years later, a shy, quiet, and refined Realyn Forscythe has been enrolled at the academy by her now adopted father. Upon entry, she requested for herself a collar to inhibit her mixed-form-changing, despite being a well-behaved student. Though her ability to become completely canine is still available, she refuses to shift. She has grown to despise her birth race, and wants nothing to do with her Lycan heritage. She could have passed as human in their world, but doesn't talk about her reasons for coming to a magical school, or about her childhood. She has performed very well in her studies, but has mostly keeps to herself, making a few friends, but keeping them at arms length. On most nights she goes deeper into her books, hoping that somewhere in her studies she will find a cure for her accursed lycanthropy.On other nights she seems to drop off of the radar completely, though she spends her day times wandering around quietly or sitting calmly somewhere serene.
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