Name: Kseniya Zyomin
Gender: Femal
Race: Dhampir
Age: Sixteen
Ward: (This can come later... it will be the Moroi your Dhampir is assigned to guard during the school year.)
Description: [img]http://s2.favim.com/orig/35/beautiful-blonde-emilie-girl-voe-Favim.com-283929.jpg[/img]
Personality: Having been raised in Russia, near quite a few large groups of Strigori, she takes her duty to everyone rather hard. Most of the time she is the person in her group of friends who asks the questions of whether or not something is safe or if whatever is happening is going to kill them. This isn't to say she can't have fun, she loves risk, she just wouldn't want anyone to risk their lives for it. In school she is one of the hard hitters, usually never cracking a smile during practice. 
Background: Kseniya was born in one of the main hospitals in St. Petersburg before she was transfered to one of the schools in Siberia. The school catered to most orphans from the Siberian dhampir communes, along with some of the children from the larger cities of Russia. Honestly her brining up was just the same as all of the other ones, day in and day out training, scheduled meals...the same old same old until the school got over crowded. That was when they started to ship people out. They started with the seniors, figuring that as they started graduating they could use some training by other guardians. This trend kept happening until they started moving down grades. The top students were taken from the school and moved to the Americas. Since there was such a high number of royals in the Americas, rather than in the homeland, it made sense that more students would be put into the American schools to graduate with the royals. Though it was her duty, Niya still felt nervous for months about being sent over as her sophomore year started. When day one came for the new school year, they gathered Niya and twenty of her fellow students, the top twenty, and sent them to a place called "Montana". The school didn't look much different from the one they'd all left, but the language sounded strange to their ears. Each day brought new challenges for the students, though having Russian taught to most students there did help them understand each other better. Most of the transferred students had been taught English in class anyway. Now the young guardian practices everyday with the new people she's met, and she is starting to climb the ranks.

Name: Trishia Matila
Gender: Female
Race: Moroi
Age: 24
Guardian:
Element: Fire
Unique Abilities: She can create a blue flame with a large amount of magic, burning hotter than what most fire users are capable of.
Description: [img]https://encrypted-tbn1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRhrdm7LO4B-b_Tglh2PIASER2rDiaYusT4lsMdokHI0S2RiBy0[/img]
Personality: Trisha has a much more bubbly spirit than most of her fellow teachers, following what her heart says more than what her head says. Often times she is talking to someone or doing something with her elements, always in motion. The only time she really slows down is when she becomes depressed, locking herself away in her room for only a few hours before becoming her bubbly self again.
Background: Unlike the royals she'd gone to school with, who had their own private homes somewhere far away, she'd been raised in Washington D.C. Being around humans had been normal for her, and so when she'd started going to school it had been so odd to be around her own kind. Feedings had been normal and could happen during the school day at normal lunch times. She didn't have to hide her fangs behind a strange smile or rub her stomach to quiet it when she started to smell the blood of humans. It had been nice. She'd decided her junior year of high school that she'd stay at the school. The only time she left was when she went to college to get her teaching degree in Russian. Her return had been a quiet affair, but she'd been happy to come back into the folds of the school. She's been teaching for about three years now, and hasn't had many complains.