[hider=Headmaster Kano]
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[centre]Name: Kano Hargor[/centre]
Age: Unknown	

Element: Water / Darkness

Personality: Centuries of life have a way of killing off emotions. Such can often be the unfortunate disposition of the headmaster. His attitude is often one of absolute authority over students, teachers, and even the surrounding villagers. Despite the sometimes oppressive atmosphere he displays, Kano is a passionate and gentle person who cares deeply about a students connection to their second soul. 

Gloomy can sometimes be a way of describing his meandering pace and absent minded mannerisms when classes are not in session. Though he can shift from a range of emotions, Kano is consistently seeking the special case students with exceptional or unique abilities, taking special preparations to groom them as future teachers or on rare occasions, his potential heir.

[color=0072bc]"My life is long. But it is not eternal. Who will guide the next generation should I pass from this world?"[/color]

History: How long had it been since that little boy with the broken arm cried into the river. How many days have passed since he was nearly killed by the hatred of our world. How quickly he came to power in an age unknown to us now.
Kano Hargor was just a sniveling whelp, destined to cry out his frustrations over the petty squabbles for land and wealth that dominated his every waking moment. Those fools of the past ravaged forests for food and fuel, mountains for jewels and vanity, and polluted the waters with the dead. The trash of their passing.
His rage fueled his ascension. A being who made peace with the cataclysmic forces of nature. Sworn to preserve it. To show others to preserve it.
His powers found kinship with other like-minded individuals. These five individuals fought for a home they had not yet created. They Changed humanity and ushered in an age of peace. The children of the future born to a new world. Humans given the same powers he had. 

In the present times he looks upon his home with love in his heart and soul. The village had swelled, prospered, and created a harmony unique to it. No other culture mirrored the fruits of its communion to the primal energy and fury of nature itself.

[color=0072bc]"I wish you could see it now one last time.. You are not forgotten, my sky flower. Your memory lives on in the heart of our home."[/color]

Equipment: The only equipment he carries with him is an extremely aged leather bound book. Presumably a memento from his past life. Only his co-headmaster knows what is between the aged pieces of paper.
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[hider=Felix Williams]
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Name: Felix Williams

Age: 15

Element: Fire

Personality: Reclusive and anti-social in the extreme is the best way to describe how Felix interacts with teachers, students, even his own father. His self imposed avoidance of other people has come from a deep rooted fear of his own element of fire and the many people he injured growing up. In times of absolute focus, anger, any emotion that overwhelms him, Felix will forcibly extract himself from the situation by any means necessary to avoid what he believes is 'the inevitable outcome'. 
Passion is power to those speak with the raging fires.

Has a bad habit of getting absorbed in physical competition. While his father has commented that he is a natural athlete, Felix is what some would call a poor sport. Add in a violent temper and a literal burning ambition for victory you can see his dilemma. If he wants to be the best it will mean many moments of stress, failure, shame, overwhelming pride, every instance has the potential to end in a burning storm of misery.

That is the madness grasping his heart and mild. Fear of hurting others, of taking things too far and losing control. It is truly better for this fellow to watch from a distance and experience happiness through the eyes of another. Until he can control it. 

History: Felix is the first born son in his family, his Father and mother divorced young and has never met the Sister and half brothers his mother sired down the road, and has been on his Fathers leash since the day he took his first steps. 
Arthur Williams heads a chain of successful restaurants across North America and travels frequently to many parts of the country to open/manage/sell the various establishments as he sees fit. In tow like a dog was Felix. Never in the same school for more than a few months, his studies suffered greatly from the lack of a stable home. Arthur kept the boy entertained and looked after with private tutors and extra curricular activities while he was busy overseeing the expansion of his businesses, these included fencing at a young age when Felix idly mentioned he liked the decorative Rapiers hunger over the fireplace and wanted to play with one. 

This was the first step down the spiral.

An element does not manifest in children. It appears around the age of 10 in a small way, then begins to grow stronger as the child ages. Nearly five years it will begin to manifest until at last the second soul has awoken from dormancy and a true bond is formed between the human host and its elemental affinity.

Felix was practicing boxing at the discretion of his father and placed with a group of older boys. The lessons were brutal to him as every session began and ended at the mercy of the larger, stronger, boys. Beaten and bruised as the 'lesson' was hammered home. Only the strong will reach success. Victory is worth any price..
Felix's last session ended with 2 of his bullies in the hospital suffering painful burns across their arm and torso, along with a few other painful bruises. Somewhere along the line Felix had snapped, the loneliness of never knowing his mother. Never seeing his father longer than a few hours. Neglect and despair. 
The gloves had burned off as his feelings of helpless rage ignited the fabric as he attacked his 'betters'. 

The details are lost in the haze of helpless tears and an abusive fathers disapproval. Felix's family had no elementalist lineage whatsoever. His own Father saw the boy as a freak, rather than a controller of nature his son was now just a monster. Unnatural. A mutation meant to be removed. 
In the face of physical violence and threats, Felix was removed from the situation and brought to the Academy instead. To this day he has no idea how. One moment he was locked in his room for weeks on end and the next he was released into a whole new world. 
The transition to true freedom has not gone over well but Felix is determined not to cause any more trouble. For others or himself.

Equipment: Nothing to his name but the clothes he arrived in, and the few meager other scraps of possessions he has come to claim.

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[hider=Icarus Flynn]
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[center][color=fff200][b]Age[/b][/color]: 43
[color=fff200][b]Element[/b][/color]: Wind[/center]

[color=fff200][b]Personality[/b][/color]: Icarus can be a very closed off person, keeping to his own council over many issues he deems unworthy of someone likes Kanos attention. Preferring to deal with them on his own in a non-violent manner, which is not to say he does not use violence but will take the route with the least amount of it. 

When otherwise un-engaged with his duties you can usually find him on the rooftops with a warm drink and a good book, his tastes revolving around medieval fantasy more than the science fiction space age 'nonsense'. Kind hearted, Icarus will help however he can in whatever way he can for the faculty members around the Academy grounds up to and including becoming a substitute teacher for a few days. 
Though this does mean the teacher must have a lesson plan to give him or the class he mentors will boil down to a free day. 

[color=fff200][b]History[/b][/color]: Raised in the middle-class part of New York City, Icarus was a wild child from the moment he took those first few steps. Brash, carefree, unconcerned with consequence to the point of exasperation as he climbed everything and anything the growing boy could get to; Including the building they lived in as he would often sneak out and go on to the rooftops. 

That love of freedom and the open skyies would later manifest into his elemental heritage, a monumental occasion that saw him on the next step of his journey as Icarus was enrolled to the Academy. Under the careful tutelage of faculty and encouragement from classmates, that wild and carefree boy grew into a strong willed young man. A few broken bones along the way had done a great deal to temper his wild recklessness thankfully. 

After graduation, Icarus was in Basic Training Unit #K862 (The same army training unit as Jordan Manilow) but dropped out because he didn't meet the psych evaluation requirements. While physically fit and intelligent he was simply not cut out for the harsh demands of military lifestyle.
Still wanting to help others he would return home to New York and become a Police Officer. Fifteen years of work was not kind to him however, losing faith and patience day after day as peoples infinite cruelty became more and more apparent. 

To make matters worse there were other Elementalists abusing their powers to get ahead. 

Having dealt with enough to make his hair gray early, Icarus retired from the city and moved to the Academy city where his best memories remained. Through community and recommendations from the faculty he was brought in as a local officer and Academy supervisor in charge of keeping the area free of 'pests'. A job he takes great pride in.


Equipment: [list]
[*] Handcuffs
[*] Walking cane
[*] [url=https://i.pinimg.com/564x/a7/77/d3/a777d3c6af823010b5e794afb6ec7fff.jpg]Throwing knives[/url], practical and sharp. Never actually used to harm someone. 
[*] [url=https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c5/d6/fc/c5d6fce0e420aed1d2730036c0f9aa77.jpg]Decorative sword.[/url] Not a weapon used on living people, it is more as a show of force to the unsavory individual. 
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[color=fff200][b]Class Taught[/b][/color]: None. Academy grounds Supervisor / local police.

[url=https://youtu.be/IVoB_FNzgoA?t=3s]Optional Theme.[/url]

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[hider=Fizban Fitzgerald ~ Aetherial / Master of Tech]
[center][h2][u]Fizban Fitzgerald[/u][/h2][/center]
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[h3]"Come on, now. Where is your sense of wonder?"[/h3]
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[b][u]Age:[/u][/b] 68

[b][u]Gender:[/u][/b] male

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[b][u]Personality:[/u][/b] Fizbanid an eccentric and playful, funloving above all else, kind of man. Extremely generous with his favors and often lavishes special treatment on people he has taken a shine to, believing what little wealt he has accumulated would be better spent on others than needlessly stored away under his bed.

Curious and always consumed by his strange whims, Fitzgerald is never afraid to speak out or lend a hand. Ultimately making his usual research slow down in the process. 

Doesn't possess a spiteful bone in his body.

[b][u]History:[/u][/b] Orphaned as a child, abandoned by his foster family, Fizban lived on the street for nearly 3 years before his ability began to manifest. Shuttled to a new home, the boy was quick to settle into a new and stramge environment with ease.
Even if his ability to learn was.. stunted.

Having failed tp learn to read or write before coming to the Academy he was given tutelage day and night to catch up with his fellow peers. 
While developing his latent elemental powers it was quickly recognized that Fizban possessed a weak will, failing to produce even the most basic of manipulation in any discernable element. A gust of wind here, a spark there, nothing that came close to his peers level of control.

It wasn't discovered until the end of his first year on the grounds that his power had manifested in a different way. Aetherial manipulation was a far more rare, subtle, and difficult elememt. The requirement was an understanding of the elements at their very basic in order to replicate.

While Fizban lacked the necessary latent power to make use of his gift, he was quite clever in a different applicaion.
Essence cores.

Manipulatong the latent energies in to a crystalline form at will he quickly perfected his talent. While not as powerful it was a more controlled source of elemental power.
When thrown or coming in contact with other objects the crystalline essence shatters, creating an effect based on the color of the marble sized balls.

Blue/Water, Red/Fire, White/Wind, Gold/Light, Green/Rock. None were particularily powerful they could be used in rapid successionto a myriad of cunning effects.
As his mastery of the process grew so did thr variety.

Darkness, beams of light, binding flashes, whirlwind, flaming tornados, fog, steam clouds, rock walls, rapid vegetation growth, waves of rushing water, subzero patches of freezing cold air, and other effects deemed too dangerous for use.

After graduation he teamed up with another like minded individual and became the first of a new form of teaching at the Academy, quickly learning to convert harmful modern day technology into enviromentally friendly versions running on energy cores. Over 50 years of experience has led to the technological wonders the Academy enjoys today.

[b][u]Other[/u][/b]: Crystal Cores (see History)

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