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Name: Sidhe Eamonn
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Colour: Blonde
Appearance: Sidhe is a young woman with a serious, imposing air; she's easily six feet tall and possesses a toned, exotic physique. Her skin is darkly tanned, her hair falls in a shining golden sheet to her mid-back. Her mature, almost handsome face is punctuated by crystal-clear blue eyes, and a single scar runs diagonally from the left side of her forehead to the middle of her right jawline, over the bridge of her nose.
Personality: Somber and quiet, many people get the wrong impression from Sidhe - she is not that way because she abhors contact, but because she is shy to the point of verbal paralysis. She rarely says more than a few syllables in one sitting, if that; when she can get away with nonverbal communication, she will. This does not mean she is mentally incapable, simply uncomfortable. But behind the cool eyes, the apathetic expression, the skilled hands of a martial artist... lies little but fluff. Sidhe is actually very gentle despite her brutal reputation and serious appearance; she would much prefer to have a peaceable, quiet lifestyle to the one she is likely to have to deal with.
Bio: Sidhe is an outsider to Archaia from a much warmer climate, born in a small, lazy town. The girl was always a loner and very enigmatic; she also practiced martial arts which spawned many dark rumours that followed the her into adolescence. Her hair colour changed late - she was almost eighteen - and when she did, she literally went to sleep with black hair and woke up a blonde. The tiny, rural village erupted into a slew of gossip. Her schoolmates accused her of cheating and ousted her from sports on the grounds that her hair gave her an unfair advantage, and her parents quickly and mercifully sent her off to Archaia.
Notoriety: Sidhe has the undeserved reputation of being violent, and although this is nothing new for a blonde, people have noted that she practices martial arts in lieu of a more harmless activity (like soccer). This leads to stories of outlandish fights that never happened, and because Sidhe does not deny these events or few people even ask her about it, the rumours continue.

Name: Blair Nevyn
Colour: Black
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Physical Description: Blair is tall and thin, black-haired and pale, a trait he acquired from learning to avoid the majority of society. Blair isn't a very muscular person, but he's built for speed instead. His eyes are crimson, like his irises are filled with blood, leading many to believe that the so-called corruption black hair brings runs deep in his heart.
Personality: Not much is known to others of Blair's personality. Few even know his name. He's quiet, and to the point where he hasn't spoken since he was born. There is a possibility that he's a mute, but this is unconfirmed. He hardly ever becomes violent, but when he does, it has become certain to most that he studied kickboxing. Why he did so is obvious; he's a tormented man.
Bio: Blair was raised by a single mother, grossly in poverty. He lived, mostly, on the streets, his mother constantly evicted from crummy apartment after crummy apartment, and as life went on, it started to get exponentially worse. His mother found solace in alcohol, then built up gradually to cocaine, which drove them deeper into debt. Eventually she considered selling her own dear son, aged only thirteen, into child slavery. She did so, and a day later died of an overdose. After just a few days in slavery, Blair was rescued by a police force, who staged a successful sting on the child slavery ring that he was currently in. Hardly damaged by the experience, having been there not too long, Blair was shipped afterwards from foster home to foster home, no home really wanting him due to the fact that he was not an adept nor was he 'turning.' After he turned sixteen, he began to see a doctor regularly, given therapy for being disabled. He had never spoken a word to his foster parents, nor to anyone, and therefore was branded a mute. This never, however, was clinically proven, and was more or less chalked up to the fact that he was black-haired and therefore defective. Blair now lives by himself in a crummy apartment in the slums, though he doesn't actually pay for the room (it's marked as condemned, but has yet to be destroyed). He has a job, though it pays little, and he supposedly hurts business, due to his black-haired nature.
Notoriety: The only people that really know of Blair know very little, and most of it's bad. They say he's a violent person, but this is hardly true. It's more of a stigma from being black-haired.

Name: Jillian Walker
Gender: Female
Age: 15
Colour: Brown
Appearance: Jillian Walker is certainly not a highly notable individual when it comes to natural appearances. Her chestnut hair easily blends in with that of the masses, her curious hazel eyes are the only real focal point of an otherwise unnotable face, and her tiny frame - only 5'1 and hardly 110 pounds - is easily lost in a crowd. Perhaps her clothing makes her slightly more interesting to gaze at; with a rather offbeat and variable sense of fashion, the girl attempts to bring something different to her otherwise plain appearance.
Personality: .... However, personality is where this girl shines. She is highly talkative to the point of rambling, outgoing, emotional, and spontaneous - garnering attention from her peers for her confidence, assertion, and descion-making abilities. The girl is also very accepting of others and empathetic, friendly to a fault and with a sense of humour that is, on occastion, unintentionally morbid. However, she also tends to be spacey and a little clumsy, and it is only due to her encylopedic knowledge of shortcuts that she ever appears organised - she isn't. This illusion is perpetuated through the fact that she never seems stressed, either.
Bio: Jill is a native to the large city of Archaia, born in an upper-class neighbourhood and with far too many siblings (she is in the middle of five, with a sister and a brother on either side of her). Her father, a prominant business figure, insisted she attend the school the moment she turned - and considering she turned at only thirteen years old, she was among the youngest people there. However, considering the girl's upfront, upbeat, and fearless personality, this wasn't a huge problem and she quickly amassed not only a sprawling group of friends but a small fanbase, as well.
Notoriety: Jill is actually very popular within the school's walls (and even the community) for her large involvement in volunteer groups and activities, although she is too modest to notice and seems oblivious to the attention of others.

Name: Elajio Marduk
Colour: Violet
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Physical Description: Elajio looks terrible. He is not unattractive, quite the opposite in fact, but rarely appears neatly groomed or well-rested. His face is angular, with the area below his relatively thin nose jutting out slightly more than usual, giving both his upper and lower jaw a pronounced look. His irises are a very light purple that seem at first to give off light, but which is most likely nothing more than the contrast of the perpetual bags under his eyes and an unusually high reflection factor, considering that they do not exhibit this behavior when it is dark. He has very thick, bushy eyebrows and (because he rarely pays attention to personal appearance) constant stubble, both of which look especially unusual due to his hair color. His skin is also a deep, dull tan, which only makes the bright violet color stand out even more. He does have some notable musculature, but for the most part he is fairly ordinary, neither being exceedingly thin, nor being grossly obese.
Personality: Elajio Marduk has a great and wacky sense of humor and most who know him think of him mid-laugh or telling an absurd joke, when asked to conjure up a memory. The truth is that he suffers from an extreme fear of loneliness and rejection, and uses his humor to simultaneously cover this up and distance himself from his peers adequately to where he feels comfortable that they will still be "close" but that they will also not be close enough to find out any number of undesirable traits that may lead them to leave him alone. Ironically, he outwardly seems to be the exact opposite of the "dark and serious" stereotype for those of his color, but he is actually very close to that stereotype, albiet in a twisted, psychological way.
Bio: Elajio is extremely smart (especially for not having red hair) and was in line to succeed his father as the head of the Marduk Institute of Science and Technologies, or MIST. At an early age, he exhibited an amazing knack for both mathematics and music. His father hoped that he would have red hair, making him the ideal chair for MIST, and his mother hoped that he would be one of the rare pink males and bring a new dimension of fame to their family. For a long time, it appeared that at least one of these could come true, and as he continued to progress through puberty without showing any signs of change, his parents' anticipation grew exponentially. Just before his 16th birthday, he began to have powerful, throbbing headaches, many of which were so severe that he had to be hospitalized. It was during the last, and most severe headache, that his hair turned, strand by strand. The headaches subsided after this, but so did his parents' expectations for him. His mother lost interest, having long expressed her opinion that purple was the least valuable of the hair colors, and his father looked towards the younger son for the next prodigious leader of MIST, whose hair later turned red. It is very likely that it is the sudden shift from a suffocating level of coddling and attention into a near vaccuum of emotional fulfillment that led to Elajio's fear of rejection. He still lives with his parents, but they pay so little attention to him, that they have not even noticed that he was recently accepted to Archaia.
Notoriety: Because MIST primarily functions in the background, similar to how Earth's "Altria Group Inc." profits primarily through the various smaller subsidiaries, fewer than most of people would recognize him as the son of a rich man by name. Because of his broken-down appearance, most who see him engaging in any number of regular everyday activities would assume that he is a hopeless drug addict drowning in self-pity. On the other hand, anyone who sees him acting out would probably find him to be easily approachable and a generally fun guy.

Name: Sera Elizabeth Hawkins
Colour: Blue.
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Physical Description: Sera has naturally lush red lips and similarly hued cheeks, contrasting softly with the paleness of her skin, which is surprisingly healthier than sallow. Moreover, with the breathtaking sheen of long and silky cobalt hair and the unwonted shade of gold within her deep dewdrop eyes, it is expected that she require an equally eccentric wardrobe. Her garments can vary from spring warmth to dark, wintry colors and humble frills to velvet and lace. Perfectly accoutered to her lithe silhouette are casual gowns of black or white, tinged blue or teal, or shirts and tank tops of solid colors with equally ravishing skirts, never simple in design. She frequently wears silver trinkets and obscure paraphernalia, such as earrings of the ‘holy anorankh’ or frightful rings on her slender fingers.
Personality: Timidity is omniscient in her first encounters, and this leads many to think that Sera is a pathologically shy person. When past the barrier of acquaintances, however, most realize that Sera is rather pleasant company, if not outright the highlight of their day with her endearing eccentricity. She is subject to rather fulgurous mood swings, but never the kind that drives people away. Sera is an empath, in ways, and will unknowingly act differently depending on the person. One thing that may be an obstacle between interpersonal relationships and the reason for her scarce number of friends is her tendency to avoid making connections with her entourage, only engaging in the social life when the situation really calls for it.
Bio: Sera has only recently set foot on Archaia, having lived most of her life with her parents in a distant country with outdated customs and values. Her parents were adamant on her attaining the greater state of being by becoming one with nature – oh, her parents were yoga-practicing, shiatsu-and-acupuncture-believing naturopaths. Simply put, they were tree hugging late-century hippies. She had nothing more than tattered rags and hand-me-downs from her older brother and sister; this developed her shyness, for she rarely felt the urge to make new friends when floating in clothes twice her size that screamed ‘I’m color blind and had one too many brandies and puffs of marijuana’. Most of her childhood was spent wishing for a change of scenery. Then, on a fateful day, while her sister was along with her on a morning promenade, she found a wounded boy – his knee was so scraped that the white of bone glistened through. Having been taught enough of first aid by her parents, Sera quickly went for the knee in hopes of treating it. A shimmer of blue and radiant white stung her eyes, and when it had gone, so had the rapscallion’s nasty bruise. Moreover, her sister gasped in awe and delight, pointing at Sera’s hair. Imagine her surprise as the dull black had taken a beguiling shade of dark blue! And so, in utter ecstasy, her parents shipped her off to Archaia, where she would hopefully learn more of her ability and from where she would one day return to become the village’s first Healer in ages.
Notoriety: She can certainly makea few heads turn when walking downtown in her newest outfit, but not many know her personally. Her siblings came along with her to Archaia so as to help her settle, therefore reducing even further her chances of socializing. The inconsistency of her wardrobe also allows for confusion: someone having seen her one day in an innocent white robe would not recognize her the next day in her black-clad aloofness, save for her eyes and hair. All looks shift to her Blue, for such a color is a rarity even amidst the adepts, defeated only by the fabled unturned Black. Most would therefore assume her to be far too virtuous to their liking, and would rather look from afar than take a risk and learn to know her.