AMITYVILLE ACADEMY ENROLLMENT FORM

Name: Ike Braymore
Nicknames: none
Gender: male
Age: 16

Faction/Race ghost (canine, war dog)
Natural Ability: Ike has the ability to sense danger, whether it be from a person, object, or place. It is a scent/aura he picks up on.

Personality:
In life, Ike was a loyal and protective partner and companion. Tenacious in both work and play, he was well known and beloved for his mischievous nature, his love of digging and squeaky toys, tireless sense of smell, and a snarl that could make any enemy soldier think twice. After life, he has maintained most of those traits.

While he is not the type of dog to 'lick you to death', he is a loyal and fiercely protective friend and generally outgoing despite an intimidating appearance (thanks to being a large dog and that unmistakeable military posture) and sometimes fiery temper.

However he has found a darkness inside himself, a deep sense of loss and a rage that he cannot explain. He neither knows or understands where these feelings come from, which only infuriates him further. While he normally keeps this to himself, it sometimes comes out in the form of his temper. (This lose and anger is caused by the lose of his tree, however he does not know this as he never knew of it's existence.)

Ike has a great love of squeaky toys, whether they be balls, plushie, or otherwise.

Why are they enrolled in Amityville Academy?
Ike hopes to find that part of him that is missing, or the very least what it was and thus learn to deal with it. He does not know that that missing part of him is lost forever, which is something he will eventually have to learn to face. It is unknown if the anger and rage will ever be contained.

FEAR: Ike summons a flurry of red petals that surrounds him and moves as he commands. This can be used defensively as a barrier, or more often offensively as a swarm to attack and slice at his opponent.

For now, this only uses petals and thus is extremely limited. However as he matures and grows stronger, he will find he can summon branches and vines as well.

Physical Description:
Build:Ike is of average height, around 5'10" with an athletic build.
Eye Colour: brown
Hair Colour/Style: red, short to medium length, neat (not a buzz cut)
Skin Colour: medium skin tone
Clothing Style/Colours: combat boots, camouflage cargo pants, t-shirt, army fatigue cap
Extra: dog ears, upright spitz type ears; tail, plume with a slight curl
References:

Natural form:
Canine, malamute/shepherd mix.
Build: Broad and athletic, malamute build but with some of the shepherd lankiness
Eyes::brown
Coat type: double coat, long and fluffy, a bit on the scruffy side
Coat color: red and cream with some black; predominantly malamute markings (red above, cream below) with some black points mixed in
Ears:p***k (upright) ears, a little tall like a shepherd
Tail: fluffy plume tail, slightly curled


History and past life:
He was a puppy like any other, happy and playful, always ready to play a game or pounce off after a squeaky ball. That was until the day someone saw in him the potential for something greater.

The world was changing, there was a war, and he and others like him were needed. He was enlisted, trained, and assigned to a platoon and a handler stationed far from home. The scruffy malamute/shepherd mix proved to be an excellent soldier and a loyal companion well beloved by his platoon. It was war, but he was happy, working without complaint on his patrols, and playing just as hard when he was off to raise soldier morale.

It was said that he was a hero, that he had saved lives, but that didn't matter to Ike. What mattered was that he had his friends, his platoon, and that he could keep them safe.

That day was different, he had felt it, something was wrong. How any day of war could be more wrong than another may have been up for debate, but the war dog knew something was going to happen. It was on that day that everything changed, or rather that everything ended. He had to protect them, and though his handler had screamed at him to get down and look out. But the dog had known what he was doing, and that day he saved the lives of his platoon at the expensive of his own.

The hero had fallen. In his honor a tree had been planted, a beautiful fragrant olive tree, a symbol of the peace he had helped to bring about. Beneath the hero's tree red poppies grew and flourish, as if fed by the noble soul that rested beneath For a time he was a peace, resting as the decades passed by without him knowing. But time changes all things, the world moves on, trees are cut down and flowers destroyed in the name of 'progress'.

His tree gone, his rest broken, Ike wanders again, now consumed by an emptiness, a piece of his soul lost forever.

(note: Ike does not remember these events, only images and emotions that seem familiar. )