Name: Nico Lehmann
Age: 17
Appearance:



Nico is tiny at 163cm and roughly 51kg. He doesn't just hit like wet paper, he basically is wet paper. With the strength of a puppy corgi and the cardio of a tranquilized snail, Nico is the ultimate moral support. Maybe.

Personality: Nico is a cowardly asshole. No one would think so on initial observations, or even a few subsequent observations, but Nico would be the first to admit it. Lazy and unmotivated, but still desiring all the fame and glory that a typical 17-year-old wants, Nico’s way of coping with the disparity between his impossible dreams and his reality is by belittling others—mentally. He doesn’t have the guts to start confrontations nor does he have the courage to assert his opinions, so he puts on a friendly, agreeable face for everyone. In his own words, he’s “the worst kind of person.”

With no motivation to change for the better and no significant talent to cultivate, Nico’s growing resentment of himself manifests as a palpable discomfort with social interactions, particularly friendliness. Even with his veneer of neutral amicability, most people instinctively find Nico somehow displeasing. Perhaps because his words and smiles never reach his eyes. He can’t handle the sparkling socialites (because he wants to be one, but can’t manage that kind of charisma), and he loathes the sniveling sycophants (because they remind him too much of himself).

Change starts with one’s own self, but Nico doesn’t even know where to begin changing. He has too much self-awareness to blissfully affix someone else’s motivation to the void where his should be, but has too little self-confidence to seek out his own. Knowing this, Nico’s daily mantra as he curls up in bed is a succinct “I hate myself.”

History: Nico grew up in a family of success and expectations. His older brother, Elliot, graduated early from a prestigious university and went on to pursue a doctorate in experimental particle physics with such notable success that he’s already been accepted into several large teams working with the Large Hadron Collider. Nico’s younger brother, Lucien, was a child prodigy with enough potential to surpass even Elliot, having already entered one of the country’s top universities at the tender age of 12 with a major in neuroscience. His parents, while not boasting astounding achievements like two of their three children, were both successful surgeons in one of the largest hospitals in the world.

Meanwhile, 17-year-old Nico attended the local public high school while maintaining a GPA of 3.5.

In his family of ridiculous people, Nico stuck out like a sore thumb. All attempts by his parents to wring out any sort of exceptional talent in their middle son had ended in failure, and, by the time he was 14, they had all but given up hope. On a calm summer evening, as a 14-year-old Nico ate his dinner quietly, his father had suddenly announced that they would cease all tutoring sessions and extracurricular programs that involved only Nico.

“You can still participate in the ones you share with Lucien, though,” his mother had added as a consolation. “If you want.”

And that was that. Suddenly, all the expectations and subsequent disappointments were gone and Nico felt, with an alarming clarity, precisely how normal he really was.

After that day, no one was ever cruel to him. No one ever neglected him. No one ever said anything bad about him. But that only made his inclusion in their lives all the more difficult for Nico, who could never forgive himself for not being someone exceptional, too. Around this time, Nico learned how to block out his internal screaming.

The day Nico discovered his abilities also happened to be the day a fire hydrant blew up. He wasn't aware of it at the time, but the pretty girl he was staring at intently and following with his eyes as she crossed the street was a mage. He figured those glowing red circles on her hand were just some sort of glitzy decoration. She probably wasn't aware of the circles, either, because when a drunken driver veered dangerously close to the crosswalk, she had screamed and instinctively put her hand out, letting loose a blast of fire so huge it spanned the width of the street and licked at the porches of the nearby houses. In his panic, the driver veered in the opposite direction, crashing into a fire hydrant that quickly erupted into a geyser.

Several things happened in this moment: Nico turned and ran, the movement bringing his left hand into his peripheral vision where he finally noticed the sigil gleaming bright red on the back of his hand; the driver wobbled out of his car and collapsed; the girl screamed for help; and Nico clapped his right hand over the sigil and ducked into the nearest alley, suddenly realizing he was exhausted and, more importantly, somehow involved in that accident.

He wasn't sure how he felt it, but a lurking sensation throughout his body hinted he had something to do with that massive burst of fire, even as he tried to tell himself that the mark on his hand didn't look anything like the mark on the girl's hand. And as the sounds of panic and fearful whispers grew more prevalent from the growing crowd in the area, Nico quietly slipped away, feeling a tinge of guilt at leaving the mess behind, but also relieved no one had noticed him.

He told no one of the incident and had to leave the room when the local news came on, mentioning that a freak accident had occurred on a nearby road leaving one person badly injured. Hoping to bury the event in his memory, Nico suffered through his panic and confusion alone in his room until he convinced himself that everything must have been just a really insane trick of the light.

And then the letter from Jasper came and Nico choked on his dinner.

Skills: Nico is incredibly talented at making friendship bracelets. Potentially other arts and crafts in the same vein, but he's never tried his hand at anything other than thread/yarn bracelets.

Magic:

• Name: Galvanize and Debilitate
• Type: Manipulation
• Description: Nico’s magic falls under the manipulation category, though what he manipulates is actually the abilities of others—and only the abilities of others. He can strengthen and weaken a target’s ability by a large degree for as long as he can maintain the immense concentration required to upkeep the spell. The further the distance from the target, the more energy the spell consumes per unit of time and the more demanding the concentration required. At the moment, Nico can only manage this on one target in close proximity for a short duration.
  
  The indicator of his ability in effect is a bright, red sigil of ten hair-thin, concentric rings that appears on the back of Nico’s left hand and the back of his target’s right hand.

Inventory: Two hand-woven friendship bracelets of the same color and pattern on his left wrist. They’re chevron-patterned linked by a centered diamond pattern. The outlines of the diamonds and the chevrons are silver, the diamonds are red, the left sides of the chevrons are black while the right sides are white.

Usually on his person (either in a pocket or his school bag) are several compact skeins of embroidery floss. Nico likes to keep at least vermilion, rose pink, gunmetal, and pure white in an easily accessible pocket, though his bag is almost always stuffed with enough colors to make the world look monochromatic by comparison.

Name: Junko Adevelt
Age: 16
Appearance:

Personality: One could say she was a silent loner, and not have been wrong in summing her up with those words. Junko tends to keep to herself, and as a result rarely says anything or speak to anyone unless she feels the need to. It was not to say that she was antisocial or hated people, for she has no real aversion to crowds or people. But she simply prefers to be alone, and considering how people had treated her once, it was not without reason. She has a calmness around her that many of her age lacks, a stillness of mind preventing her from sudden outbursts, irrational episodes or anger.

History: For as long as she could remember, this ability had been with her, a part of her that was always there. Time and time again, she had moved from place to place, her father assuring her each time that it will be different. No matter where she went, no matter the people, no matter what she did, those stares remained the same.

The devil child.

Cursed girl.

Monster.

Heavy fog rolled around her, wherever she went. No matter what sort of weather it was originally, fog will follow her. It didnt matter if it was raining or sunny, and it was especially worse during winter, with a freezing fog that never went away. Every time she moved to a new place and school, it would always follow a distinct cycle, one she had learned to recognize well. At first, the declaration that they will never judge her for her ability. Soon after, typically after a few weeks, annoyance will have set in, apparent in their voices and how they looked at her. After that, outright contempt or thinly veiled hate.

She did understand how they felt. After all, high moisture indoors tend to bring a lot of problems, like rot or mold. Outdoors, fog would ruin good weather and makes bad weather worse. Foggy rain was no one's favourite weather after all, and having a bright sunny day on the beach ruined by fog was bound to make people angry.

By the time someone with knowledge of magic came along, the damage was already done. Even with the gas mask suppressing her ability, she remained... unpopular, to put it lightly. It didn't bother her anymore, for she had long accepted the fact that no one will ever like her.

Skills: She didn't have much in terms of skills, but she was rather athletic and flexible if that counted. Cooking in thick fog was out of the question, trying to sew and knit wasn't really recommended, books would get ruined, and no one would want to play any sort of sports with her in thick fog. So she turned to exercising, or rather, fooling around with whatever she had. She tried out jogging, yoga poses from laminated books(courtesy of her mother), swinging around from the jungle gym in the empty playground, anything to keep her mind off her condition. It helps that thick fog surrounds her so she can goof off whenever and wherever she wants without people noticing.

Magic:

• Name: Forte Bruma
• Type: Liberation.
• Description: The ability to disperse and manipulate fog. Note that she cannot turn off this ability; fog will spread around her regardless of her wishes. She can only make the fog thicker not thinner normally. With a focus like her gas mask, she can thin it to a thick mist instead. Sure it was still rather thick, but at least she could finally see more than a just a several metres ahead. However, nothing she can do will turn it off permanently. Junko can control the fog to an extent, moving it around and about however she pleases, though she will always remain enveloped in it. Color changes are possible as well.

Inventory: A gasmask, with several filter cartridges. The gasmask is nothing special, but it acts as a focus she can use to suppress her ability somewhat. A red raincoat, galoshes and gloves that she wears almost all of the time.

Theme:Reach For the Moon, Immortal Smoke

Name : Akasha Amaechi
Age : 16 years old
Appearance:


Personality:
Akasha is a very light-hearted girl. The way she acts is purely out of innocence and mean no real harm to anyone or have any devious back thoughts. She is very playful, love to pull pranks on people and a good soul in general. She is a cheerful person; it is very hard to make her upset, to the point her good mood seems to spread to others.

However, she gets very serious when bullying and physical harm are involved, either towards herself or at others. Her survival instincts kicks in when she is personally targeted, turning her into a ball of fury. When it comes to friends and family, it’s her protecting nature that drives her to kick offenders’ ass. Even though she is a good-hearted person, she does not shy from fighting, as her animal instincts are what makes most of her personality.

History:
Akasha is a child of the jungle, raised by amazons and toughened up by the beasts that inhabit the harsh environment of the jungles. Her childhood was spent by learning how to survive in the wilderness, how to hunt for food, how to become strong to defend oneself and what is dear to her.

But there came a day when she was but a mere 13 year old child, that would change her life. Akasha’s tribe had for many generations a ritual to teenage hood, to celebrate one’s first steps to becoming a warrior. This ceremony was to leave the child alone in the jungle for an entire night. Many would not come out alive of the jungle, but those who did would be renowned as future warriors, and ensuring their place into the tribe. Akasha never was that strong to begin with, and even cried on that fateful day. She feared the night, and what might be lurking in it. It was with dread that she was left all alone in the night of her 13th birthday.

During that night, she was visited by predators of the night. Panthers, hyenas, snakes, scorpions, all kind of beasts that would mercilessly hunt her and eat her. But each time an animal came to her camp, they would only circle around the child, and eventually go back from where they came from, as if they had lost the will to prey on the young amazon.

It was but when morning came, that the truth would be revealed as to Akasha’s survival during that night. The amazons did not expected the young one to actually survive; they knew she was too weak of a girl to make a warrior. But when they saw the young girl curled up, asleep, fluffy feline ears sprouting up from her hair, black feathery wings enveloping her body and a scaly tail curled up underneath, the tribe realized that she had survive because the animals treated Akasha like she was one of their own. While many feared the young girl’s strange powers, some were actually fascinated, and started praising the teenager as “Gods’ Gifted”.

Skills:
Akasha is well-versed in survival in the wilderness. For what she lack in education and does not know about modern civilization and technology, she makes up for making a living in areas left untouched by humanity. Her survival skills include hunting (restricted to easy preys, such as deer, antelopes and such), gathering plants and herbs (mostly edible wild fruits and mushrooms, with the exception of a few medicinal herbs), making fire without fuel and lighter, basic navigation in forests and constructing temporary shelters and camps.

Magic:

• Name: Wild Awakening
• Type: Transmutation
• Description: Akasha’s ability is to transform herself into an animal. While in her animal form, Akasha loses the ability to talk, as she will make the sound of the animal instead. However, she gains traits common to the choosen animal, such as improved scent, touch, hearing and/or sight, as well as their physical abilities and their method of moving aroung (swimming speed, flight, etc.).
  
  As she does not fully understand her powers and how they work, Akasha is only able to have a full transformation. However, there have been hints in history that she could be able to get a “hybrid” transformation in order to gain an animal's powers and some major physical traits and still remain in human form, but she does not have enough control to use that degree of ability. At best, Hybrid transformation happens unconsciously in dire situations.
  
  Since Akasha just recently discovered about her power, she can only transform into what her tribe would call her "Spirit Totem", which is the black panther, a menalistic African leopard. Despite not being the strongest and largest of the big felines, the panther is one of the sneakiest predators to hunt in the jungle. Transforming into a panther, Akasha gains improved smell, hearing, night-vision, enhanced agility (panthers are superb tree climbers and quick), stealth in dark areas (with their pitch-black fur) and silent.
  
  Unlike many other magic users, Akasha's Wild Awakening ability isn't draining to her physical health or stamina. Instead, it takes toll on her will, her sense of self, her humanity. The more frequently she transforms into her animal self or the longer she stays in such, the more she will succumb to the animal's instincts. The worst case scenario that could happen is staying too long in animal mode would make Akasha lose all sense of herself, effectively becoming a real but more dangerous version of the animal she has become, staying this way until someone or something makes her regain her human consciousness.

Inventory: Nothing besides the clothes she is wearing and a necklace sporting a black feather ornamented of some predators' claws and teeth. Her hunting spear and dagger were conficasted at the airport before coming to Japan, much to her dismay.

Name: Annabelle Hill/Called Anna or sometimes Belle
Age: 17
Appearance:


Personality: Annabelle can be a very sweet girl, but she has her moments. Due to her past, Annabelle is cautious when letting people get close to her and can seem distant. However, if you can break through that barrier Annabelle is very caring and loyal to the people she calls friends. She has a bit of a sarcastic humor that some find distasteful, but she means no harm with this.
She likes listening to music, walks, chocolate, and being near bodies of water. Anabelle dislikes storms, dogs, and loud noises.

History: Before the age of 5, Annabelle had the beginnings for a perfect life. She was a very bubbly toddler with loving parents. Her parents spoiled her with love and affection and worked hard to ensure she would have a happy childhood. But that all changed on her 5th birthday.

Annabelle celebrated the day of her birthday with just her parents. It was a tradition they started on her first birthday. They wanted the day to show their little girl how special and loved she was, and after she would then have a party. Annabelle's 5th birthday was off to a good start. She was playing in their pool while her father grilled and her mother readied the house for the day. Annabelle splashed and giggled and enjoyed her day, as her father grilled and smiled at his little girl.

All it took was one minute. Her father had stopped paying attention to the grill and watched Annabelle with joy. But before he knew it the grill had burst into flames, burning his hands and catching him off guard. Annabelle watched in horror, to a 5-year-old the situation seemed dire, she wailed out and before she was aware of what happened, the fire was put out. Her father's eyes widened as he watched his little girl move water from the pool to put out the fire on the grill.

Now one might not see how this could ruin Annabelle's childhood, but it did. Her parents abhorred the "magic users." They actively fought to get them separated from society. In fact, Annabelle's father was the leader of a local organization that was anti-magic users. So when he learned what his daughter was, all his love was traded for disgust. After that day, Annabelle's parents were distant. They didn't show her any love anymore. They hardly spoke to her, and when they did it was normally a reminder that she was not allowed to use her abilities. After years of this, at 15, Annabelle ran away.

But things seemed to turn around when two years later she received a letter about Four Winds...

Skills: Annabelle loves to draw, and is told that she is quite good at it.

Abilities:
Name: Aquamarine
Type: Transmutation
Description: Annabelle is able to control water. She cannot use her ability in the absence of water, but all that is required is a small volume.

Inventory: A small black water vial she always carries with her.

Name: Enver Sungur
Age: 16
Appearance:


Personality: Enver is a laid back guy that doesn’t like to take life too seriously. He is the kind of guy to live life in the moment, taking opportunities as they come and paying little attention to the bigger picture. He likes to joke around and make fun of just about everything he comes across, be that people, situations, or whatever else, and is particularly fond of sarcasm. He is usually quite irreverent, and doesn’t have much respect for authority of any kind. That said, he’s never deliberately cruel, and tries not to go too far with his jokes.

History: Enver is Australian, born in Sydney to a pair of Turkish immigrants. As a kid, he developed a fondness for pranks. He spent a lot of time sneaking around, setting up his pranks and then making escapes from angry victims. As he got older, he grew out of doing practical jokes the way he used to, but he developed a specific set of skills during that time that stuck with him. In particular, his gift for sleight of hand and quick movement made it easy for him to pick up magic tricks. He wasn’t really interested in it at first, but after messing around with the tricks a few times, he found it fun as a way of provoking reactions from others.

When he reached high school age, he had made a local name for himself as a decent magician. He was hardly famous, but he was able to draw in small crowds for his performances. As his reputation grew, he attempted to expand his array of tricks. He was almost always able to pick up tricks naturally, but there was one thing he just couldn’t work with; fire. Any trick he attempted involving fire always ended up failing, with at least one try resulting in a small fire in his house. At first, he swore off the idea of preforming any fire based tricks, but as time went on, he just wasn’t satisfied with being unable to do what he saw as such simple tricks. Out of sheer stubborn pride, he was determined to manage it eventually.

One day, he was fiddling around with a lighter while attempting to preform once such trick. As he fumbled with it, it ended up slipping from his hands without him even managing to flick it once. And yet, he realised his hand was on fire. It was only for a brief moment, but it certainly freaked him out. Having not even been singed, Enver realised something weird had just happened to him. He started obsessively attempting to re-enact that event. However, outside of a few freak moments of unintentional fire, her couldn’t reproduce it reliably. That all changed when he received the letter from Four Winds. Realising he could perform authentic magic, Enver jumped at the opportunity to go there and learn more.

Skills: As a stage magician, Enver learned a lot about how to preform tricks without being found out. He can move his hands with amazing dexterity, and is quick and agile in general. In addition, he is a quick thinker that is used to compensating for failed tricks on the spot. He is used to being in the limelight, and doesn’t flinch in the face of pressure easily.

Magic:

• Name: Combustion
• Type: Transmutation
• Description: Allows can emit fire from his body. At present, he has only sporadically managed to produce it from his hands, and still hasn’t the foggiest as to how it actually works.

Inventory: Enver has a handful of items on hand for preforming basic magic tricks, such as a few coins, a handkerchief, and other random objects. Nothing too big or too useful.

Name: Kyou
Age: 15
Appearance:

Personality:
To sum it up short, Kyou for K and all for K as K is for kindness. Kyou is positive in all things she is about, always releasing the hyperactive kid within her which can be both a pro and a con as people would either be irritated with her chatterbox nonsensical jokes or laugh along with it. She is also ambitious which to an extent points to her naivete and arrogance, as for one having plenty of goals and unable to finish one yet still makes sure to finish it.

Her logical approach comes in many forms anything but sense since it is all bundled with her eccentric nature and assertion in social. She likes to think abstract and achieve things with her wits and trickery. Kyou has a knack of pulling pranks as well and surprisingly it is useful in a fight for setting up traps.

Lastly, the happiest person are the ones that have hidden depths. There is more to Kyou than just being a hyperactive youngster.

History:
Kyou grew happily adopted with her Kung Fu Teacher and that alone is enough for her since there is nothing like a touch of spar that once can feel. She devoted all her life into martial arts and cling to a belief of what sets her free as she sees Bai Xing her fighting form that is clear as water a way of life, a way of harmonizing. She is happy but not joyful, she smiles but not really smiling because she isn't free at all.

She strongly believes that one could only achieve the true joy and not happiness since it is temporary. The true joy is something that surpasses everything and is equal with love. The past is something that continuously haunts her, and that is from her childhood prior to even meeting her Kung Fu teacher. Kyou despises demons and criminality. One day, she went hunting in the woods with her Kung Fu teacher and slayed a fox for dinner.

After eating the fox, strange things began happening to her body and that is the day that marked her new age.
Skills:
Kyou is a Kung Fu student of her late Shi Fu, Xin Yan. She dedicated her entire life in perfecting her fighting form Bai Xing.

Bai Xing means; A Hundred Stars. It is a fighting form that is both deception and precision, why a hundred stars? The legend behind it is that the starlight blinds when put together like a ray of the sun which rains down a hundredfold hits.

To put it in an easier term. It is a fighting form that comprises of feints and an animal motif which is unorthodox developed by Kyou herself.

"Kung fu is anything and everything. You wash the dishes, you are doing kung fu. You treat people with respect that is still kung fu. Bai Xing is the form you have created, Kyou. A hundred stars that makes up the sun. I understand that most people brand animals like dragons, crane etc but it's surprising to me that of all animals you chose the fox."

-The Fox Motif. Instead of following the cliche 12 Zodiac animal signs of China. Kyou invented a Bai Xing that is about the fox.

Magic: Kitsune Henkan

• Name: The Blessed and The Cursed Fox
• Type: Transmutation
• Description: Her ability gives her the ability that of a Kitsune channeling it through her magical aura. Kyou is able to perform feats that of a fox which is its primary ability. The eaten meat is one with her therefore it makes her a Transmuter. Since it's just 4 months, she barely know how to use its abilities aside from its physical prowess. She's not full Kitsune and does not have access to its full potential. Since she's just new, she barely know how to control it, which explains her 24/7 Fox Mode.

Inventory:
Lollipop collection. Just to munch! This explains her hyperactive nature.

Name: Valechka Borisovna Borisenko
Age: 14
Appearance:


Personality: In spite of her small, timid, and otherwise demure outer appearance and cutesy style of dress, Valechka has a very crude, crass, and frank nature. Owing perhaps to a rough childhood, Valechka shields herself with a very dark sense of humor. She is quiet when not in company, preferring her own thoughts. However, when there is attention on her, she will typically act in an incredibly boisterous, loudmouthed manner. She will shout and use several strings of swear-words in both the local tongue and her own. She dresses feminine for the sake of others around her, however, is much more comfortable wearing track suits. Her personality is otherwise consistent. She will laugh at a friend, she will laugh at a foe, she will laugh in the face of death, then call it a bad word.

As far as her likes go, Valechka is fairly simple. Meat and potatoes, some may describe her taste. She likes simple things and tends not to waver far from the basics. Everything else is superfluous, effort to be saved for another, colder day. Valechka considers climates over ten degrees warmer than a Siberian "warm" season to be comfortable, and those living in those areas to be lazy. She prides herself as a hard worker, and in addition, prides her country and its people.

Valechka refers to herself in third person.

History: Valechka was raised in the cold climate in one of the northernmost regions of Siberia near the foot of the Ural mountains. She was born and raised in a small farming village originally constructed as part of Lenin's Five-Year Plan. The village's main export was vodka, and a majority of the townspeople had been potato farmers for several generations. There, she lived with her grandmother. Valechka's parents had died in winter while Valechka was very young, trying to find food for her to eat. Valechka's grandmother was a kind, caring person, teaching Valechka just about all that she knew.

The girl's childhood was not easy. At a young age, Valechka had to work tending her family's farm, others around her village far too busy making their own living to help the young girl. However, as she grew older, her body had gotten stronger. She was taught basic survival skills along with whatever her grandmother knew and had the tools to teach her. Valechka was taught how to be a proper Slavic wife. She was taught to cook and how to clean among other things. All the while, her grandmother imparted strong life lessons for the young Valechka often in the form of heavy beatings whenever she disobeyed.

When Valechka received the invitation to Four Winds in the mail, she wasn't too sure how to react. Her grandmother, however, not wanting Valechka to stay in the farm forever, egged her onto going to this strange school. Valechka reluctantly agreed. She packed her belongings, and after some final parting words of advice, Valechka left home.

Skills: Valechka is a decent marksman. She can fire a mosin nagant rifle up to four hundred meters and accurately hit her target before quickly moving onto the next one which may be at an equal range away. Due to her upbringing, Valechka is incredibly acclimated to cooler climates, able to shrug off subzero temperatures as if they were nothing, even if she could some how shut off her power (This is hypothetical, Valechka cannot turn off her power). She knows how and when to grow good potato crops and in what kind of soil. She can clean a small apartment in less than an hour. Also makes very good borsch.

Magic: Bear
Type: Transmutation
Valechka's abilities manifest primarily in her innate, ursine physiology. It was something she had from birth and nothing she had ever considered unusual, in spite of everybody else in the village, her parents and grandparents included, having normal human physiology. Her body is lithe and so her strength seems out of place. Valechka possesses strength far beyond that of the average human. Her hearing and smelling abilities are also remarkable, at least moreso than the average person's. Her reflexes are good enough to catch salmon jumping upstream out of the river, not that she'd ever need to. In short,she can do anything a bear can do.

Inventory: Ten potatoes, a toothbrush, toothpaste, shampoo, an extra set of frilly clothes, white tape.

Name: Arthur Pendleton

Age: 16

Appearance:

Arthur is never anything but impeccably dressed. He is often found carrying a small shark plush around with him.

Personality: Arthur is a mixed bag. He's self-centered and quick to anger, and his callousness tends to quickly anger others. He is not, however, intentionally mean - without reason, that is. Despite being sent to a school for magic (and being from a family whose fortune was won through excellence in magic), Arthur does not believe in magic. At all. In fact, he hates it.

Arthur's goal is to become king of the school. He expects it to be easy, as anyone dumb enough to believe in magic will be easy to subjugate through force or guile. To him, it's less of an ego trip and more of a bet he's playing against himself as a way to be entertained amidst the drivel he believes the teachers to be spewing.

It is worth noting that animals have always disliked Arthur, sometimes attacking on sight. Whether a result of his personality or due to being threatened by his presence is unknown, but it has resulted in an equal and opposite dislike of animals in Arthur.

History: Arthur grew up in a fairly high-class family. His parents made and maintained their fortune based entirely upon the use of their magic. Because of this, Arthur was frequently left alone at home while his parents worked. He quickly grew to hate this made-up thing that kept his parents from him. Magic was a veil of trickery to him, and he vowed to have no part in it when he grew up.

Unfortunately for him, he displayed his capability to use his family's magic on his 15th birthday. Overjoyed, his parents took time off to teach him to use it, but were dismayed to find their son entirely opposed to training. The year dragged on, dragging a rift between Arthur and his parents. Finally, after he'd turned 16, his parents decided to send him to Four Winds in the hopes that maybe, just maybe, they could convince him of magic's existence.

Skills: Arthur keeps himself fit, both physically and mentally. Arthur has always been a strong leader, speaking with confidence and charisma to spare.

Abilities: Holy Sword: A combination of Hatsudo and Henkei magic which draws out the user's strength while creating a holy sword. This magic is passed through his family, and his parents are capable of both imbuing the sword with magical properties and of creating a magical suit of armor with the sword. Arthur can do neither at this stage.

Inventory: A full-plate gauntlet on his right arm complete with chain mail to his shoulder, used to focus his family's magic. Arthur thinks it's technology he can't understand.

Name: Donovan “Don” Horska
Age: 17
Appearance:
Classically handsome. 1.83m tall and slim. Has glasses for reading (something that makes the ladies swoon). Wears a relaxed smile that, depending on the viewer’s knowledge of Don’s true personality, comes off as either confident charm or snake-ish douchebaggery. A blue glow can usually be seen in the centre of his upper chest, from his rune.

Personality: To put it bluntly, Donovan is a self-absorbed person. The results of his power has corroded his empathy to the point where he sees people as little more than test subjects for his ability. He is fully aware that people are generally unable to make a show of resistance against him and takes full advantage of that fact. He often goes out his way to provoke people, treating their emotions like playthings. He does this not only for personal satisfaction, but to see how far he can push both the person’s emotional limits and his own magical limits, to see if they are able to break hold of his magic and give him a fist to the face like he knows he deserves.
Truth be told, he knows what an asshole he is. He’s grown bored of always getting what he wants, of always having the upper hand in verbal and physical warfare. Donovan hopes to find a worthy challenger at Four Winds, someone who will be able to resist his magic and shake him from the mindset he has currently.

History: Even from infancy, Donovan knew that something wasn’t right with the people around him. People were … subdued around him; like they always had something they wanted to say but could never get it out. This, and the mysterious appearance of a tattoo on his chest made it clear to the six-year-old Donovan. He was a magic user. Luckily his high school aged older sister discovered his rune before his parents did. They were too busy arguing or at a conference overseas to have noticed anyways. The responsibility of taking care of the young Donny fell on the eldest Horska, meaning that she went to great lengths to hide his abilities. They used many things to conceal it, ranging from bandage patches, layered clothing, and even black sharpie. A combination of all three was what did the trick. This was the only thing he didn’t defy his sister over.
As the years went on, Donovan grew more resentful of the world. Adults and classmates alike bent easily to his abilities. He became spoilt and arrogant as he always got exactly what he wanted. So he started acting out more. Getting into fights, insulting people, anything to feel that rush and see how far he could go before he got his arse kicked or his ability instilled that glass-eyed daze in his opponents.
The invitation to Four Winds came as a relief. Maybe someone at this magical academy would be able to hold their own against him. It was a welcome respite from the humdrum of his life.

Skills: Academic all-rounder, adept at manipulating persuading people even without the use of his power, decently athletic.

Magic: You've been blessed with an ability.

Inventory: Smartphone, glasses case with cleaning cloth

Name:: Atsushi Kurokami
Age:: 16
Appearance::


Personality:: Atsushi in one word is reserved. Not that he's particularly quiet, in fact he's perfectly comfortable speaking his mind. He just isn't used to casual conversation. While he's capable of relaxing and is quite enjoyable when having a good time, his social skills aren't all that developed. Due to a strict upbringing he has a hard time expressing himself past being calm, leading people to think he's rather cold and uncaring.
History:: "There's not much to say. I grew up being groomed to be the head of a noble family. Lesson after lesson, day in and day out. A typical 'strict noble upbringing'. My life was nothing but a cliche up until...until I discovered my power. My grandfather had just passed away so I guess you could say I was distraught. While I was practicing calligraphy it happened. The first word I ever brought to life...hunt."

Skills:: Atsushi has studied the art of calligraphy and is an exceptional painter. He has also trained in kendo.

Abilities:: Script and Art - Atsushi's magic is a Hatsudo class that allows him to make the words and drawings he puts on paper reality. The limits of what he can do with it is unknown. Currently, he can only use three words; Bakuhatsu 爆発 (Explosion) - the paper it's written on becomes an explosive. Karu 狩る (Hunt) - Summons forth two ink painting wolves. And finally, Tassuru 達する (Reach) - Covers he arm in ink that he can then extend to reach out grab things with.

Inventory:: Ink, paper talismans, and a shinai.

Name: Alais Méténier (usually called Alice)
Age: 18
Appearance:

Looking more like a girl in her early teens, and with how she acts when she gets carried away, it's pretty accurate to portray her. The purple eyes are just the color of her contact lenses, though they turn to red when she uses her ability.

Personality:
Her appearance gives off the semi-accurate vibe of her being a shy and quiet loner-type that usually doesn’t force herself into interaction that much, mainly due to her being somewhat socially awkward due to her sheltered life. She’s quite friendly otherwise, but at times she can come off as selfish or a jerk, mainly since she rarely put herself to think about seeing things from others’ perspective. Treats her thoughts and opinions as fact, and often goes into assumption that others agree with her even if it’s not the case.

She’s quite hard to anger, and rarely says anything in a hostile manner, even words that would be seen as personal attack to others. She can be easily annoyed though, and while she's not often in a confrontational mood, she usually shows her annoyance in a more indirect way, either being passive aggressive, or attempting to one-up someone out of spite. Treats herself as the protagonist of her world’s story, and somewhat expects the world to follow suit. Her attempts on writing a novel are a proof of this, having herself as the protagonist and a paragon of virtues to a laughable extent, and she sees it as reasonable for the story, since it fits her image on how it should be.

Also, this also usually have her be somewhat of a drama queen when the situation calls for it, because she believes that it's appropriate. As much as she is obnoxious once people get to know her though, she's still kind and reasonable to some degrees, and she does have doubts on whether acting like this really does her any good. It's simply that for now, she still believes herself to be infallible and refuses to feel any doubt about that "fact".

History:
Alais never really had much idea on what her parent did for a living. The most that she knew were how often they moved from one country to another, so often that she was barely taught her mother language. She rarely interacted with her parents outside of weekdays either. Though, even now she didn’t see it as important. She knew that they’re rich, and probably not from doing something illegal. All of this at the very least gave a figurative distance between her and her parents.

She never went into formal school either. She was mostly homeschooled, and other than the kids from her neighborhood she usually (attempted) to play with, most of her interactions with others were from chatrooms and internet forums. With only distant people she couldn’t see face to face as her company growing up, it dampened her ability to socialize to some degree. Of course, living a life of comfort in what was effectively isolation would end up being quite boring, so she spent a lot of her time finding miscellaneous activities to do, while imagining how she’s actually a far more important person than she currently was who were just waiting for the chance to escape her boring life.

One day, she was dissatisfied with how a novel she was a fan of ended, and that made her to decide that she’s going to write a better novel with a better ending, as a proof to her belief that even she could write a better novel than what she read. She finished up a draft after a month, and sent it to a publisher who almost immediately rejected it. There were a lot of critiques on it although Alais believed most of those critiques were false or misattributed except one: how her writing was not based on reality in any way. That one was the push she needed to start going outside to start observing how life really was.

She sneaked out of her house periodically, hung out in public places like parks and malls on her lonesome while taking notes of how people behave, and interesting events that could be used as a story idea. However, one day, wandering around without much idea on how the world worked ended up with her getting cornered by several thugs on an alley. She had some idea on what probably could happen, however that wasn’t on her mind as she was busy criticizing the thugs out of annoyance. It didn’t improve her situation despite her feeling that she won the argument, and she was backed into the wall…and the next thing she remembered was waking up on the rooftop of the building behind her. She remembered looking up and hoping that she could go there somehow, but had no idea how that actually happened.

That time, her power was awakened, and that fueled her belief that she was some sort of a chosen one with a taboo power after she experimented a bit more on it. She decided to change her story title to reflect the fact. Her writing became more self-absorbed and self-praising than before, and when she received the invitation letter from Jasper two months later, her ego reached critical mass for a moment. Extraordinary and special would be how she’d describe herself, and the letter acknowledging it was the proof she needed to support that image of hers. And she’s joining one of those magic academies like on the stories too. Alais were off to a good start.

And so, just three or so months after she awakened her power, Alais left her home. With how little she regarded her parents, she only left a note to tell them that she’s leaving, and changed most of her contact information so they wouldn’t bother her.

Her story starts now.

Skills:
She is quite great at cooking. Being left in home a lot of time and left with a maid whose cooking she disliked, she ended up spending her time learning to cook, both so she could eat something she like and so she can show off to the maid that even she could cook better than her. She’s also tech-savvy, and she’s good at reading and paying attention to get information she needs, although it’s dampened somewhat with her tendency to take her own conclusion and sticking to it stubbornly.

Magic:


Her awakened Conjuration-type magic complements her wish to go anywhere without being bound by anything, manifesting as an opening which leads to a designated place that she can make on any solid inorganic surfaces with a touch. Anyone can pass through them, although once she pass through any of them, the opening will immediately collapse (it will not collapse on its own if there is anything still in the middle of passing through). Due to her ability still being weak and recently awakened, the amount of times she can make an opening and how far can she make the destination location are quite limited. Her range has a maximum of ten meters, and the destination can only be locations her eyes can see. The opening can come in many sizes, but at most she can only make one that is big enough for a motorcycle to pass through.

Inventory:
Notebook (as in the computer), pen and notebook, smartphone, many piles of spare clothing, personal hygiene, a knife.

Name: Tavani "Tav" Feracho

Age: 16

Appearance:


Personality: Tav is what you'd call a....constant complainer. Usually getting annoyed by almost anything when it involving him. Lazy and wishing to do whatever he wants whenever he wants, Tav has a hard time with authority but usually nine times out of ten, he'll be obedient but will not hold out on bitching and moaning about it. This came from growing up in a house hold of 6 children, being the second to last child. Most of his older siblings along with the parents and younger sister used to bully and boss him around, so, he's developed an attitude believing everything around him sucks. Despite all of this, Tav is still capable of becoming friends with others, find humor, cooperate, and step up to a challenge when presented one.

He loves sea food, pastries, girls (When they're not giving him problems), and turtles. He hates being bossed around, bullying, his siblings, and not being significant. If there were truly a wish he'd like to come true, that would be to have absolute freedom to do as he pleases when he finish school.

History: Tavani was born into a family of Caribbean descent, 1 daughter and 3 sons, later having another sister born after him. Throughout his childhood, Tavani never really had recognition except for being pushed around by his brothers and almost being an afterthought to his parents. There was nothing particularly interesting about him at first, just average all the way around. He worked in the family business of fishery and was a adept practitioner of Capoeira and adept stick fighter.

His brothers were usually well known and often lived in the shadow of the males in his family until there was an event that changed him and his family. The village they lived in caught fire as the blazing inferno was engulfing everything. Tav was sleep at first but work up from the screams of the people and the calling of his name from her eldest sister, the only one who really showed concern for him, hoping he was okay. The family were on a boat heading to another piece of island to get away from their village and as soon as Tav came out, he was surrounded, barely seeing his sister waving for him to get out.

Tav had to think of something as she told him desperately to jump, which, when he did, not only did he jump over 7-8 feet of flames but continued going higher, reaching about 20 feet over the fire, crash landing on the docks, tumbling into the water, being that he couldn't swim but....something happened, something Tav nor his family was expecting but, he found himself floating on the water surface. Unable to understand why, while at the same time, carefully standing, Tav took a few steps, walking straight to his family and stepping into the boat, everyone stared at him as if he must've become a demi-god of some sort.

This was about two years ago when his ability awakened and his sister talked him into gaining better control over his "gift" hearing that there were magical beings in the same world. Submitting his app, Tavani was about to start a new life that he could make of his own.

Skills: skilled in stick fighting and kicks, mostly from learning some Capoeira. He's quick, flexible, and agile.

Magic:

Name:Center Gravity
Type: Enhancement
Description: Tav can decrease and increase his weight. He can decrease it as low as 1kg and increase to twice his normal weight (note: he weighs about 58 kg/ 130 lbs). Tav can incorporate the shift in weight for combat purposes, increasing his mobility. He's been able to jump in mid air thanks to the shift in weight but if there are strong winds he runs the risk of being blown the direction of where the wind takes him or serious injury at such a low weight. Usually, he has to shift his weight at the right timing to avoid injuring himself from outside forces or whoever he lands on.

Inventory: a necklace he wears (on the pic) that's considered a good luck charm. He also carries a bo-staff with him.

Theme Song: Lost Courage

Name: Layla Putt

Age: 14


Personality: Impulsive, unshakable, and spectacularly blunt, Layla may very well win the award for world's smallest bulldozer. She's a well-intentioned but irritating sort of person who gets through life by being as persistent as humanly possible. She has a bad tendency to make light of other people's problems- after all, when molehills are mountains, mountains don't seem all that bad. Understandably, many people find her obnoxious. That being said, she's still a basically good person at heart and will go to ridiculous lengths to help a friend in need. In spite of her insistence on helping others, she has an extremely hard time accepting help herself.

History: As far as anyone is aware, Layla has no mother or father. Found in a flowerbed as a baby, she raised in an orphanage. She spent most of her early life struggling with her small size, giving birth to a fiercely independent and fiery demeanor. Determined not to make trouble for anyone, she refused any form help from others. This led to a lot of alienation and she failed to make very many friends during elementary school. Through middle school, her bluntness and small size made her an obvious target for bullying. She did her best to soldier through things with hard work and guts, but there's only so much a positive attitude can do. When they received the letter, the matron was against it, worried for Layla's safety. Layla, not wanting to be a burden on her family any longer, insisted on going.

Skills: Sewing, getting along with animals, coping with daily life while 6 inches tall, sneaking around

Magic:

• Name: Thumbelina
• Type: Enhancement(?)
• Description: Layla is approximately six inches tall. In spite of this, she possesses disproportionate strength, equivalent to that of a full-size human. She's just as loud as a full-size human, too.

Inventory: Trusty Sewing Needle, Trusty Measuring Tape, Shoebox of Mystery

Name: Mikhail Suburov-Tachibana

Age: 16
Appearance:

Personality:Mikhail Suburov wants a lot of things, both unselfish and selfish. One is for Magical Beings and Humans to live in harmony, nay, symbiosis, and the other is for a girlfriend or boyfriend; he's not picky. He is aware that for those to happen, he has to have power, and is frustrated at his lack of it, including magically. Then again, he's also the type that tends to rush first without thinking, while believing he's up to whatever the world can throw at him, so it's best that he has no power at first.

He also tends to act as though his life is that of an Anime, taking most of his social cues from things he watches or reads, as well as hides deep insecurities inside, due to his past.

History: Born to a relatively rich Japanese-Russian Couple with magical powers, Mikhail was nevertheless subjected to prejudice because of his ancestry and his parents' abilities, with only his family's wealth saving him from the worst of bullying. It was something he didn't want to remember, and something that left him friendless, dependent only on Anime, Manga, Light Novels, and Videogames for a reason to live. Then, one day, his mother suggested:

"Why don't we just not send you to school? I mean, your father might not like it, but I'm sure that if we confront him with the staggering suicide statistics among schoolchildren, we can convince him to just let you be homeschooled, or allow you to spend your days in the library?"

Mikhail accepted the suggestions gratefully, with open arms, and discovered a subculture of people who avoided school by staying at the public library, unwilling to choose between school or death. There, he found friends among nerdy people like him, people who learned at their own pace, who were more open-minded than the normal student, and had also found a safety valve from the stifling conformity of Japanese society. And in his happiness, he manifested his magical power at dinner with his parents as he was gushing about his friends. And with a smile, they went over and embraced him.

The letter from Four Winds came thereafter, and while Mikhail was hesitant, nay, resistant to going to school again, his parents reassured him that this time, he would be able to defend himself, and that the teachers there won't bully him. And all Mikhail can say was:

"All right, I'll give it a chance, but I'm running away if something bad happens, okay?"

And with that, he went off, to what he hoped was an environment where he can actually learn.

Skills: History, Literature, Kendo, Sabers, and Wrestling/Grappling.

Abilities:

Inventory: Clothes, books, school supplies, a bento box, smartphone and laptop.

Name: He only responds to his nickname "Alex" or his last name "Kaplan"
Age: 17
Appearance:

Alex stands at 6 feet even and weighs 170 pounds with a lean and athletic build.

Personality: Alexander Kaplan is an interesting young man to say the least. He's has quite the bright mind and always seems to be thinking. With a brain like his, he tends to stay quiet, preferring to listen and observe. Some people think he is antisocial because of this, which is entirely wrong. He enjoys friendship and being social, to the point where he'd rather have someone pour their heart out to him than to talk about himself. Alex is level-headed and radiates a calm aura around himself. He tries not to let people or things get to him, he doesn't see the point in getting so worked up over small things. The bad part about that is that he has to push down all the stuff that angers or annoys him. He fears that one day he'll finally snap and lose his shit.

Alex is very good at reading people and situations, but is prone to overthinking a lot. When you get close to Alex he begins to open up more. To friends he is fiercely loyal and protective, he takes his bonds seriously. If you get on his bad side, he can be quite dry and humorless towards you. Often snappy and sarcastic to those he dislikes, it can cause trouble if he doesn't control his emotions. Which is why he works so hard at staying calm and collected.

History: Alex does not share much about his past. It's only known that he was raised by a single mother and has a little sister. When prompted about it, he usually responds with something along the lines of "why would I dwell on the past when the present is so beautiful?" He doesn't see the need for telling people his life story, it won't effect anything now anyways will it? When asked how he discovered his powers, he tells this story. Alex says that he was out on a hike one day with his family, they were climbing up a trail on a cliff to see the amazing view at the top. He was with his sister and mother and they were having a grand time together. At the top, while they were enjoying the view, rocks shifted and left the family in a perilous situation. His sister had been standing on the edge looking down, admiring the height, when the rocks below her shifted. After years they chose that moment to finally give into gravity, which would have killed Alex's sister if it wasn't for his magic. As his sister fell, Alex reached out with his hand and his arm turned into some sort of steel. He was able to grip his sister's wrist and swing her back up to safety with a new found strength. After that dramatic and traumatic event, Alex received the letter to Four Winds and immediately accepted, wanting to become stronger. If he could save his sister, then he figured he'd be able to save other people too, especially if he got stronger.

Skills:
* Muay Tai: Alex took up Muay Thai at the age of 12 years old, seeking means to defend himself just in case he found himself in an, unsavory situation. With 5 years of experience, he feels confident that he can defend himself and has worked himself into good shape at the same time.
* I Know You: Alex is a great listener and knows how to empathize, its quite easy for him to read people's emotions.
* Intelligent: Alex is extremely intelligent and is known for being able to think on his feet. This comes in handy when analyzing situations and solving problems.

Magic:

• Name: Inox Skin
• Type: Transmutation
• Description: Alex's ability is quite simple, it allows him to transform his body into a lightweight, organic steel substance. This ability gives his enhanced strength, stamina and durability. While in this form he can't float. Another weakness would be extreme, fast, temperature changes. Steel, when exposed to extreme heat, and then extreme cold, causes extreme damage. If that were to happen while he was in his Steel form, he would be in a world of pain for a long time. At the present time he can only transform two body parts at the same time. With practice he hopes to be able to perform a full transformation at some point, as well as be able to create steel constructs from his own body. When he can do full body transformations, he will weigh considerably more than he does in his human form. While he is fully mobile and his strength is proportional to his size, his weight can cause problems if he's on weak ground and such.

Inventory: Packs of cigarettes, a lighter, and daily essentials

Name: Eran Oso
Age: 18

Personality: Eran is quiet most of the time. It's not due to him being socially awkward or scared, more that he just has nothing to say that would matter. Under his shell, Eran has a great sense of humor and a very strict morale code not usually found in many others. This has led him to quite friendly to strangers, but has also led him laying on the floor with a bloody nose (until his abilities were revealed). He has wanted to change himself for a time now, but still he stop being himself and in a way. He's grateful for it.

History: Eran was born as a only child in the California USA. Until he was sent to Four Winds, he lived in a small town with his loving parents and a good community. While on paper his life didn't seem so bad, Eran didn't grow up happy. He was thought to be a "man" by his father, most of the time these old fashion lessons would lead to him being bullied and known outcast during his whole school life. It was the age 16 he first used his powers. The result was him collapsing on of the few buildings in his school.

With a handshake from his father and a kiss from his mom, Eran left willing to four winds. Feeling this would be the best for everyone that knew him. Maybe he would even like it.

Skills: Eran has always been mechanically inclined. He's useful when it comes with any technology or mechanical problem.

Magic:
Name: Will Summoning
Type: Liberation
Description: Eran magic can be projected into various body parts. Currently he can only summon out a ribbed torso clad with armor scales, Tentacle like appendages, and a Skeletal arm/hand. The torso must be used before any others can be summoned and just like a human body, only two of the arms may be summoned at once. The size and strength of the parts are determined by his emotions and his will. The projections move with Eran, but are not directly controlled by him. They truly act on his will, and sometimes what Eran wants to do and should do are entirely different. They also change color's depending on his emotion during the time they are summoned.

Inventory: Bubble gum, Lucky Rabbit's foot, and Notepad.