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Name: Jeanne d' Luc
Age: 21 (An Academy Alumni asked to Teach.) 
Element: Light
Appearance:
Without Armor:
[img]https://i.pinimg.com/originals/cb/f6/17/cbf617e07eee3dd0354ed6fd1536cf3f.jpg[/img]

With Armor:
[img]https://farm5.static.flickr.com/4467/26442494479_ca35fc9271_b.jpg[/img]

Personality: Fierce, Defiant, but similarly full of hope. Quick of wit, but seemingly cold of heart when it comes to those who attempt to get close to her. In her dreams, nightmares persist of the darkness that lingers within her soul, no matter how desperately she tries to vanquish it with a blaze of light. A place where she, an Angel of Light, of Hope, is haunted by the spectre of death. Because of of this, her vigilance persists endlessly, as if she is always a Knight that is on guard. This can give her a external persona that is stiff, perhaps even awkward, but as a teacher she cares deeply for her students; regardless of their elements. 

History: When it came to those who harnessed light, there are few more enigmatic than the Academy's famous Knight. She was brought to the academy as an orphan who caused naught but trouble with her rudementary use of light. Having lived a life where she had to steal to survive and eat, the sharp change to becoming a student wrought much confusion in her first year at the academy. 

If it were not for the headmaster recognizing her potential, she might not have graduated. 

Where other students were given their weapons, Jeanne's potential allowed her to [i]create[/i] hers. Where others wielded knives, maces, and bows; Jeanne forged her own weapon from pure light. Where others would cause bursts and eruptions of light, she molded and shaped it to her will. At first it was just a sword, but as her studies and disciplines continued, it became much more as she learned to create armor, and even soft fabric out of woven light. With the headmaster's guidance, she grew to be able to summon and dismiss such items at will, and in just a few seconds.

It grew until she found her precipice, where she could conjure dozens of swords in the air. Blazing blades of light which moved and attacked or defended to her will. Wings of brilliant radiance even sprouted from her back at her command, and she learned how to fly with great speed and maneuverability. 

Yet all of her achievements paled with one moment in particular: the moment that the headmaster decided to adopt her as his daughter. As her successes and fame both grew, so did her prowess, which only manufactured both fear, awe, and envy when she fought in both practice and in reality. 

Many would describe it as watching an Angel bringing the wrath of God upon her foes. 

Upon her graduation, her beloved father gifted her with an invitation. A chance to teach at the very academy that had shaped her life for the better. An invitation that she took up joyously without regret. For it was her home, and her family alike. Each of her students are treated as such, and in her two years of teaching, she has never looked back. 


Equipment: None, she creates it.

Class Taught: Basic and Advanced Light Theory
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There. Done mostly I believe.