[CHAR] Liseranna Academy For The Magically Gifted [ALWAYS ACCEPTING]

[Zelosse]

Adrian

"What use my life to someone that does not appreciate it?"

Name: Adrian

Nicknames/Titles: Mothra (He hates being called that)

Age: Unknown

Gender: Male

Race: Mothman

Sexuality: Females, Old sweaters in a wardrobe

Year: (A familiar assists classes alongside its master, so put the same year as your master)

Magic: Praestigiae (Defeating Gaze - Adrian possesses a skill similar to the legends, where his crimson gaze snares the attention of his victim in a state of complete and total paralysis. He enhances this further with a simple casting that amplifies the effects.)

Strengths: Capable of stopping stronger foes before the fight begins or shutting down important support roles

Weaknesses: Weak natured in general; Little physical strength but very agile, and capable of flight

Catalyst: None

Inventory:
-Flowing robe (Standard cloth that covers his hair humanoid body but is open on the back to reveal his gigantic moth wings.

Master: (Put here the name of your master. If it is a player character, put a link to their sheet here)

Squad Name: No master as of yet

Pesonality: Adrian is a soft spoken and often troublesome individual, with a penchant for mischief and a fetish for eating clothes nobody has worn in a long time. Socks? Delicious. Underwear? Maybe not. Old sweaters? Savored forever or until caught. Though that isn't so say he goes out of his way to make trouble, not usually the case, but feels strongly that 'the family curse' plays a crucial role into his behavior patterns. Curiosity describes him in most situations as he thoroughly examines everything and anything remotely interesting in a non-violent but very creepy way, touching and feeling anything with his antennae or on rare occassions extending his tongue to lick it.

Backstory: A rare creature by far, the Mothman has been a mystery to humans for years as both myth and confirmed legend. Unlike other 'mythical' creatures named so by the humans, the moth creatures are unconcerned with being seen and often are. They cannot control the need to examine what they find interesting and has often led to acts of violence against them by scared or 'courageous' people over the years. Adrian is not aware of the day he was born, his parents having simply vanished on the winds the same way he did, but did not bother to search. Perceiving his was likely the last of his kind did not make him any less afraid for his life either.
The academy in Liseranna noticed him after what Adrian was told was likely twenty or so years of age and taught to control his impulses and natural gifts of paralysis while warning him of the dangers. Many masters have tried to bind the elusive Mothman Adrian but none has kept his respect or interest longer than a few weeks and now lives a something of a novelty, an unbounded, but still respected in squads for his unique ability to petrify and paralyze victims of his gaze.

[Avanhelsing]

"It is funny what you can see from the shadows."

Name: Roy Merrick

Nicknames/Titles:

Age:15

Gender: Male

Race: Human
Sexuality: Bisexual

Year: Year 3

Ranking Class: Sorcerer

Magic: Pythones: Summon Shadow-men: Roy can create "beings" out of shadow and spirits. They have mild sentience and are quite strong. Roy can control with his thought or his voice. They form out of the "mouth" of his book. Roy can use them to fight since they are fierce fighters and can disappear into the shadows, making them excellent scouts when Roy looks through their eyes. They seem to be able to speak to Roy. Currently he can form only two of the beings at a time.

Strengths: Roy can hold his own in a physical fight. He was taught to only summon his minions when he had to. So he can punch and take punches with the best of them. He is out classed by people who use their magic to fight but most magicians have glass jaws. He is decent at climbing and likes physical things. He can multi-task like a pro since his magic requires him to focus on two separate creatures at the same time.

Weaknesses: Light is the main one. Bright light negates most of his powers. However it has to be directly on him. The Shadow-men require orders from Roy since working on their own is a bit beyond them. Roy is still human so he has the same weaknesses a human would. The shadow-men are physical since Roy has to use spirits to bind them. If they take too much damage, they can be destroyed. They smoke as if they are burning in direct sunlight but they can seemingly handle it.

Catalyst: The Tome of Forbidden Conjuring is what he uses to channel his summoning.

Inventory: The Tome, a cell phone,his wallet, and a dagger.

Familiar:

Squad Name:

Are They The Leader Of The Squad?:

Personality: Unlike many magicians like him, Roy is oddly cheerful. He is pleasant to be around and likes people. However he does not get many different references or social graces. He spent most of his childhood far away from the regular world so it is to be expected. He is usually polite and charming to all he meets.

Backstory:

The wind begins our song with a slow sigh. We sing of the house in the graveyard. Do you see it? We do. We are always watching that mansion. We saw the Necromancer build his fortress in the middle of nowhere. He knew that his family were necromancers and there was no where safer for them than a graveyard. He created Locust Grove Manor as a sanctuary for his family. He knew he had to hide them from the world.

Our story is not about him. No, our story takes place many years later. Our main character is a descendant of that necromancer. He is a child of no more than 8. We have trouble guessing the ages of the living. From a young age, the boy showed skill with the dead. At the age of four, he was talking to his grandmother. He did not know she had died ten years before he was born. She seemed real to him. From then on, he was trained by his family in the magics of death. His world seemed perfect. He learned the basics of the magic from his father. Someday he would be the master of the estate. We knew that the child was destined for great things but we could tell that tragedy would hit the boy first.

Then that fateful night happened. Some thing with a grudge came back to claim what it thought it was due from the family. It sent its minions to wipe out the family that had trapped it so many years ago. The boy was told to hide in a closet. He heard the screams and the yelling from his hiding spot. He stayed in the closet for what felt like days after the screaming stopped. He spent most of the time in that closet crying and thinking. He changed a bit that day. He smiled a bit less often.

What he saw in the house would scar him for the rest of his days. Almost everyone was dead. Only a few of the family servants survived the assault by virtue of being below the monster and not worth its time. They took it upon themselves to raise the boy as a proper member of the family. They helped him summon one of us for the first time. We knew this one would go far at that school. We knew he would the moment that letter appeared at the doorstep. His "family" wanted him to do this, so he left the only home that he had ever known.

We do not know where the song ends but we know it will be interesting. We never did say the boy's name did we? He is Roy Merrick, the last magician of Locust Grove Manor.

[Thanatos]

Zan Ackmard

"Yesterday was not my day, and today’s not yours."

Name: “Zan Ackmard, if I remember correctly.”

Nicknames/Titles: “None to my knowledge.”

Age: “I believe I’m 39.”

Gender: “I am male.”

Race: “I was human at one time. I have no idea what I am now though.”

Sexuality: “Once upon a time, I was into females, but I have lost that feeling.”

Year: N/A

Ranking Class: N/A

"Sometimes I feel like someone’s watchin’ me."

Magic: Zan is cursed and that curse turned him into a something similar to a skeleton. The curse continually drains Zan’s mana pool and mana from around him. Although the curse give him abilities, they come with big costs.

Strengths: Because of the curse Zan has his skeleton is able to put itself back together, in broken pieces. Think of it like each bone is attracted to the one it connects to. Magic near Zan will be weakened, in some cases destroyed.

Weaknesses: Zan is unable to use any kind of magic. He also has an insatiable hunger for the flesh of sentient beings, and is losing his memory because of the curse.

Catalyst: N/A

Inventory: “Let’s see I have a bowie knife, a pack of cigs, a zippo lighter, and the clothes er rags on my back.”

Familiar: N/A

Squad Name: N/A

Personality: “Personality hmmm. I guess it would be that I have basically lost all of my feelings. All I have left are anger and hunger. To my memory, I used to be a wee bit of a pervert, but that's gone too. Since I became what I am now, I’ve became a lot calmer I guess you could say. Though there is sometimes when I have fits of anger. I remember being told I am quite stubborn and that when I set my mind to something I’ll get it done no matter what is in my way. I would say that I quite trouble by my loss of emotions and senses, but I’m not. Right now my main goals is to find out what happened to me and who or what did this to me.”

Backstory: “Well let’s start at the beginning. I was born in international waters on boat, no idea why my parents were on a ship. I can’t remember which countries I am a citizen of. Though I was citizen of at least three. Hell, I can’t even remember my own parents; I think they’re dead, but I don’t know. I was an okay student in school. Never went to college cause I dropped out of high school when I was seventeen. I wasn’t on the good side of the law in my youth. Some … bad thiings were done by me. Not gonna go into details. But onto more recent things, I had been working at a construction company for seven years or was it five, no eight. Ah crap, I can’t remember just that I worked there for years. Until six months ago… when I go hit by a truck. But I didn’t feel any pain that’s when I knew something was wrong. And when I looked down and seen my backside instead of the front. My head was on backwards… I don’t know when I became whatever I am but that’s when I found out that I was no longer human. For a couple weeks, I just stayed locked up in my house, but after a while I started to lose things. Like my emotions, my sense of smell, touch, and taste. I even started to lose some of my memories as you can tell from my story. That’s when I started to look for some answers… That’s how I heard the name Liseranna; no idea who told me, but I remember being told that someone there might be able to help me. And that where I’m heading… Wait a minute, why am I telling you this stuff.

Other:
Zan speaks in accent that nobody is able to tell where it's from and for some reason almost everyone says it sounds familiar.
His hands when they are not attached to his body seem almost like they are a separate entity.

Was approved by GrafRoy Zeppeli over PMs.

[sakurasan]

"My only purpose is to live for someone else"

"My last name? I do not think that is necessary."
Name: Verid

Another photo of him

Nicknames/Titles:--

Age: 17 (He looks older, though. Like he is in his 20's)

Gender: Male.

Race: Demon

"I have yet to experience romance. I look forward to such a feeling."
Sexuality: Pan-sexual. However, he obviously hasn't dated anyone... ever since he was trapped for pretty much all of his life. He does have an interest in romance though. (Well, curiosity)

Year: Unknown-- Not yet?

Ranking Class:

Magic: Neutra: Unite

Strengths: This power has the ability to make this around him do whatever he wants and come to life. He could crush his enemy by using the walls. It is mostly to make things like knives and guns follow his orders at more than one at a time.

Weaknesses: This power has a small chance of going out of control and simply attempting to kill everyone in the room. However, this only happens sometimes if he forgets to add the words “Finem” to the end of his spell.

Medela: A simple healing spell to heal a wound that is as far as a gunshot wound. Healing someone that had their head taken off would take a bit longer and require a potion that he would have to create with his blood.

Alchimia: Simple, he can make any liquid into hard steel knives that he can control with his mind~

Catalyst: A mark on the back of his neck that holds a lot of power.

His Catalyst

Inventory: An extremely powerful gun that has 3 different forms. It is based on technology and is extremely powerful. It can’t be seen until he actually takes it out since he carries it around in the form of a pen. Also, he has a bunch of cash. Don't ask where he got it. He just does.

Pen form

Weapon form

Familiar: He doesn’t have any idea what that is.

Squad Name: -- He just transferred but I suppose he may want to join later maybe.

Personality: He is a man that thinks his only purpose is to protect someone around him. He often worried about others and feels the need to help anyone. If he isn’t helping anyone, he will feel worried about what his purpose is to be there. Extremely kind and treats everyone around him like royalty. He expects to be treated as a servant and doesn’t think he needs to be treated as an equal living being. However, if you manage to get him angry… it won’t be very enjoyable since he can be very sadistic.
Doesn't think much about himself. Not that he doesn't like himself, just that he forgot that he was supposed to worry about himself as well.
His positiveness is quite high. Making others happy is something that will make him extremely happy.
Doesn't understand it when people treat him as an equal
He loves the taste of blood and will sometimes eat metal for lunch if there is nothing else around.
-- Rest in IC

Backstory: He was living inside of Eli’s house for reasons that you do not need to know. He was a child around the same age as Eli, which was about 6 years old. He witnessed her being abused and was honestly terrified. He decided to create himself into the form of a shadow sword which was already inside of Eli. Using this, he practically shaped Elise as someone stronger that Eli. Someone that was ruthless and actually had the skills to kill others.
-- He has been trapped inside of the sword for as long as he can remember and only gets glimpses of the outside world on rare occasions.

Well I mean, you could find out about his past if you became close with him but... I doubt it annnd just a heads up, it's darker than Eli's~

[RinNekoSan]

Rin

"I'm either cute or scary, choose one."

Name: My name is Rin
Nickname: I don't have one, or at least one that I know of.
Age: I am 17
Gender: I'm male
Race: I'm part sage and part cat(a neko)
Sexuality: I'm gay and proud!

*wink*

Year: I'm a 6th year
Ranking class: N/A
Magic: My type of magic? Um, I guess dark magic. I can make shadows into/do whatever I want.
Strengths: The dark makes me more powerful and so does anger and sorrow.
Weaknesses: I grow weaker when restrained and surrounded by light.
Catalyst: Catalyst? umm, Oh! You mean collar! Yea I have one.
Inventory: Why? *sigh* I have a pair of claw bearing gloves, a wallet, and the keys to my home.
Familiar: I don't have one.
Squad name: N/A
Personality: I'm happy most of the time, I do have my moments tho. Like depression and you don't want to make me jealous or mad.
Back story: I grew up in a lab where they were trying to create a animal with the human mind, but when they saw that they had created me they got filled with rage and started to abuse, r-rape, and torture me, t-this went on for three years...then one day something in me sparked. The next day, they were coming to do their d-daily rounds and, like a wave, I could feel power surge through me. I blacked out. I woke up surrounded by darkness, and there was dead bodies in the corner. I was scared at first but the shadows told me that they wanted to help me, protect me. I was so happy to know that I wasn't alone anymore.

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Shino Koizumi

Even moar

"I like candy and... I... -Gets distracted and starts playing with cat toy-"

Nicknames/Titles:
Non yet

Age:
10

Gender:
Female

Height and weight:
1,21cm 3,9ft
32kg 70lbs

Race:
Nekomimi

Sexuality:
"People who pet me are nice"

Year:
5

Magic:
Praestigiae Duplication: Can make up to six illusions of themselves to fight for them. Illusions will break after only one hit and don't have any presence. So the user can still be detected under the illusions. Illusions can fight and do physical damage.

Neutra Hypnotism: The user is able to affect or directly influence other people's minds to their commands. Only simple commands work like sleeping or sit still. The magic only works when the user is in direct eye contact with the user and at least half a meter/2ft in front of them.

Strengths:
Combat capable, trickery, disabling.

Weaknesses:
Only close combat, weak against very intelligent people, glass canon.

Catalyst:
A red lint wrapped around her tail with a small bell attached to it

Inventory:
Name tag, phone number.

Master:
Meruin Hazy

Squad Name:
None yet

Personality:
Shino is with one word explained a kuudere, she doesn't show emotion in anyway. She is cold, blunt, cynical and mostly doesn't seem to care if someone she knows dies. But actually she is really caring and nice on the inside. Shino doesn't mean harm to anyone and would rather peacefully play with her toys or her master rather than fight. She is quickly distracted by things she likes but can still be serious about things once she puts her mind to it.

Backstory:
Leaving this for now till master has arrived

[Ashifili]

"Hm...that wasn’t fun."

Arata

Night Parade of One Thousand

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Age: Not really certain.
Gender: Male
Race: Oni
Sexuality: Straight
Year: No Year Yet
Abilities:
Stronger Than You
The ‘general’ of one thousand oni, Arata possesses nigh-limitless physical strength, enough that his physical form would be incapable of holding all that power without exploding into a bunch of gorey bits. At maximum strength, Arata is capable of casually swinging around a car like how others would wield a sword, and he bench presses fully loaded buses for training. However, even that relatively mediocre amount of physical strength is enough to splatter opponents from time to time. Thus, the Night Parade is also under a self-inflicted curse. Against those that are weaker than them, their strength will be limited to only slightly stronger than their opponents, ensuring that they will never completely overwhelm even the weakest of foes. The amount of physical strength Arata is allowed to wield takes into consideration magical power as well, and, when fighting against a group of enemies, takes the strongest of the group as the ‘limitor’.

Legendary Resistance
With sheer Determination, Arata overcomes all barriers that stand in his way, an avatar of destruction that can only be stopped by destruction. All magical spells, outside of purely destructive ones, can be shrugged off and resisted with his Determination. Attempts to exorcise his army have been laughed at. Attempts to teleport him have been shrugged off. Attempts to deceive him have been ignored. Against his advance, only destruction can dissuade him.

Gigalomania
With immense Willpower, Arata can force reality to make concessions for himself, pulling off physical feats that would be practically impossible without magical aid. While he is generally incapable of meeting the requirements for this ability, when it does happen, he is quite literally causing a miracle to happen just by willing it. This miracle more often than not manifests itself in the form of allowing him to exceed his safety limits without exploding.

Strengths: His power allows him to always have a good fight regardless of how strong or weak his opponent is, while his ability to flat-out no-sell magical effects and warp reality allows him the utility to face down those who are otherwise more versatile than himself.
Weaknesses: His power allows him to always have a good fight regardless of how strong or weak his opponent is, while his ability to flat-out no-sell magical effects and warp reality rely largely on his state of mind. Emotions are much more volatile than a trained ability like magic, after all.

Catalyst: N/A
Inventory: N/A
Master: N/A
Squad Name: N/A

Pesonality:
Arata is, like most oni, someone who loves to fight. The blood that flows in his veins is fiery, and he’s a dramatically opinionated person, someone who finds it hard not to get passionate about everything. If he likes someone, he loves them to pieces, always watching their back and wanting to spar with them. If he dislikes someone, he despises them, always looking to pick a fight and beat their heads in. All things considered, Arata doesn’t have much of a middle ground when it comes to interpersonal relationships. He lives vivaciously and violently, and would love nothing more than to drown in the flames of a proper, honorable war.

Indeed, Arata is not someone who seeks victory in battle. He values fairness and honesty, seeking to win through skill and spirit, not simply because he drastically overpowers his opponents. Within the battlefield, he does not hold grudges, does not care for revenge, and desires only for his fist to crunch against his foe’s face. It is not within combat that he decides that he hates someone. It is only afterwards that he comes to a conclusion of whether or not they are his best buddy or his archnemesis.

Despite having some ridiculously good instincts when it comes to fighting, Arata, due to his heritage and his personality, isn’t really a smart person, academically. He likes simple, clean solutions, and can’t wrap his head around more complex subjects such as physics or psychology.

He also hates video games, because why would you play at fighting, when you can just fight in real life? God damned nerds.

Backstory:
Arata was once a normal oni, rampaging on the landscapes of Japan alongside his bond-brothers, slaying samurai, causing mayhem, and even challenging the Gods themselves. Back then, they were all audacious and violent, a Night Parade of One Thousand that just wanted to have a good time.

Unfortunately, the shrine maidens and the priests didn’t appreciate the festivities.

Under the guise of friendship, humans offered sake to the one thousand, lacing it with a drug powerful enough to down enough the greatest amongst them. Then, while the Night Parade slept, they crafted a seal powerful enough to restrain all the oni into a single body. Riotous as they were, the leaderless oni struggled for control of a single, shared body, and spent the next couple centuries flopping around like a pig with one thousand heads, incapable working together long enough to break the prison they were contained in.

Only after much struggle did Arata subdue his brothers with promises of glory and grandeur, and only when he became the undisputed leader of the Night Parade of One Thousand did he break out of the jar they were sealed in. The world, by then, had changed drastically. No longer were there wars to rampage in. No longer were there skilled heroes to challenge.

In the several centuries that had passed since the Night Parade was sealed, Arata learned that magic, the gift of the gods, had become mainstream. No longer was pure physical power appreciated, nor pure martial skill.

It saddened him.

He strode through familiar landscapes changed by the passing of time. He found graves eroded by countless storms. He sought the things that he missed.

And when the descendants of the exorcists that once sealed them came to restrain him, Arata did not have an appetite for crushing their skulls between his hands. He allowed them to attempt their exorcising spells, allowed them to attempt to re-seal him. And when he tired of their effort, he left.

Eleventh months later, a representative of Liseranna Academy found him on top of Mount Everest, and invited him to come, to find himself new allies to fight alongside and new rivals to fight against.

In a world that was so bereft with meaningless peace, what could an oni do but accept?

[Kimiyosis]

Ruri

"Magic is not always the answer."

"You wish to become acquainted with me?."
Name: Ruri Tokei

"The unusual prestige that comes with titles are something that one should be wary of."
Nicknames/Titles: Clock Master, Doll Maker

"Oh my, how bold of you, to ask a lady for her age."
Age: 17

"The only reason that gender is important is through procreation. Does that mean you wish to have me?"
Gender: Female

"Homo Sapiens, such fragile and delicate creatures we are, yet with determination we can accomplish many."
Race: Human

"Asking me such a question, are you by any chance tempted to take me for yourself?"
Sexuality: Both

"Intriguing, how one's position in an educational institution is not dictated by their age."
Year: 6

"One should never stop improving themselves."
Ranking Class: Alchimist Class Magician

"My studies, my life's work. What you make of it, is up to you."
Magic:
Alchimist; Automation
This is the primary magic that Ruri utilizes, in which she generally changes the structure of gears, springs, and mechanisms, to build her dolls, before setting them in motion.
Pythones; Imbue Spirit
Related to summoning spirits, or an ethereal consciousness, and implanting it into an object for it to control.
Neutra; Pocket Dimension
Probably one of the more simple types of magic, where Ruri can open a portal to her pocket dimension. Generally used for storage, and also where her dolls are resting when not in use.

"I can show you more misery than words can tell, so come, take my hand, let me lead you to hell."
Strengths: Ruri's strength is in creating strategies, mind games, and reading others like a book. Combined with the use of her dolls and her familiar, it makes for a very tough opponent to deal with, whether or not the fight is one of wits or force. This becomes more terrifying of an aspect, as she starts using dolls with crystallized mana inside them.

"I was a fool. Naive, innocent, but a fool nonetheless...this is the result of my foolishness."
Weaknesses: It's quite obvious that Ruri's magic is not meant to be used offensively. Also, due to having committed the taboo of casting contradicting magics, Ruri's internals are always on the brink of rupturing. Physically exerting herself, or even casting a spell from her own mana can cause her to start vomiting blood. She is unable to fight directly due to this, being rather weak and also unable to move quickly. She requires her 'dolls' or the use of an external source of magic to fight.

"This one's a bit...special, compared to the usual.."
Catalyst: Suki Enkou

"Leave the extra baggage behind, and carry only what you require."
Inventory: Pipe, filled with medicinal herbs.

"Pay no heed to this child's antics. She merely has difficulties expressing herself."
Familiar: Suki Enkou

Squad Name: N/A

Are They The Leader Of The Squad?: N/A

"If you have knowledge of one's behavior habits and psychology, you can predict their every move."
Personality: Calm, collected, and efficient, many have questioned whether or not she was a construct herself. However, she is completely human, only one that is rather well versed in making herself unreadable, as well as reading others like an open book. However, she can and will tease those around her, just to incite some sort of reaction from them. This occurs more frequently the more closer a friend they are. One thing that's quite unexpected, is that honest teasing and compliments can bring up a cute reaction.

"You wish to delve into my past, even knowing I committed a taboo?"
Backstory: Ruri was born to a noble family, with specialties in machinery and automation. However, unlike the rest of the family, who were content with gaining an industrial-like monopoly, Ruri had a more exotic goal. Having constructs with their own free will and thoughts, and allowing them to mingle among the general populace, and indistinguishable from a normal person.

However, chasing after her goal with hardly a care for any dangers, this nearly killed her in the process. She had attempted to use a Medela school of magic, despite usually casting Pythones type of spells. The result was that her innards nearly became mincemeat. Even after doctors had tried their best, Ruri would never be able to heal completely, although she seems to have adapted to her problem rather quickly, although not so painless.

However, thanks to the concepts learnt from studying Medela, Ruri managed to successfully create constructs that had free will. Unfortunately, that brought a lot of attention intoned we, especially from rivaling families, and even from her own. Using the Liseranna academy as a method of escape, Ruri quickly left her family behind.

Suki

"You want me to be your familiar? FOOL! Prostrate one your knees and beg to be my slave, and maybe I'll consider it!"

"You better remember it!"
Name: Suki Enkou

"Call me a fuel tank, I dare you!"
Nicknames/Titles: Lacrima, Fuel Tank, Living Artifact

"I am the absolute embodiment of ageless!
Age: Unknown, presumed to be over a century

"What are these on my chest, huh?! What do you think I am?!"
Gender: Female

"I, am the most sought out Catalyst in the worl-What do you mean you haven't heard of me?!"
Race: Human(Supposedly)

"I'm the mistress!"
Sexuality: Both

"Ha...I'm forced to stoop down to Master's level...?"
Year: 6

"Fufufu~ I'm great aren't I?"
Magic:
Neutra; Mana Generation
This is most likely one of the most rarest, and most sought after magic in the world. Suki is capable of filling herself up with the mana of any magic from any school, although contradicting schools of magic can not be kept simultanouesly, requiring her to empty out all the previous mana beforehand. This magic also allows her to crystallize the mana, allowing the crystals to be used akin to a battery of mana.

"Come at me!"
Strengths: Her strength comes from being used properly by someone who is capable of taking advantage of her versatility. However by herself, Suki is actually extremely capable physically. It's rather well known that she will use her own crystallize mana as a weapon, although whetehr it's a blunt or a sharp weapon is up to her. Also, despite being an artifact, she can supply herself with mana to materialize, to her master's chagrin at times.

"J-just because I can't use my magic doesn't mean I can't use my mag-W-What are you trying to make me say!?!?"
Weaknesses: Unfortunately, despite the sheer possibilities and independence one can expect from someone like Suki, she is actually unable to utilize her own magic nor mana crystals for magic. She is also overly arrogant and proud, to the point where she would underestimate all her opponents.

"Ha! Only fools require a catalyst!"
Catalyst: None

"Everything I need to commit brutality!"
Inventory: While not carried constantly, she can sometimes be found carrying crystallized mana. Beware of any larger than a foot in length, as those are more often than not utilized as a physical weapon.

"I-it's not like I care about her or anything!"
Master: Ruri Tokei

"Why would I work with anyone else? I'm already stuck with Master."
Squad Name: N/A

"You may bow down and lick my feet!"
Personality: Extremely arrogant, unable to properly express herself, and filled to the brim with pride, Suki looks down on just about everything in existence, brushing aside any who she doesn't recognize. However, that's not to say she can't try to be affectionate. However, she has only directed that at her master, the first person who was capable of answering Suki's question, as well as finding the hidden part of her. Unfortunately, her 'affection' is rather skewed, hence why she is called a tsundere by her own master.

"Uh....I don't remember much? It's being "
Backstory: Suki's past is rather unknown, although brief bit of information about being used in an ancient magic experiment. She spent most of her years sleeping, as she ignores anyone who's failed to answer her question correctly.

[Zelosse]

"The least of me is enough to overcome all of you"

Name: Victarian 'Viktor' Banehollow

Nicknames/Titles: The last Angel

Age: 29

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Sexuality: Asexual

Year: 6

Ranking Class: Conjurer Class

Magic: Touch of angels - Very powerful magical blessing that has granted Victarian a special transformation. When in combat Viktor will activate his 'true form' (Its really an avatar state) and become a full Archangel with wings and halo to match. In this form he is at his most dangerous but cannot hold the form for extended periods of time.
-"The angels were pure. I will not debase their memory for petty squabble"

Righteous Charge - Viktors shield is infused with immense holy energy, when he charges it creates a maelstrom of stinging power to lend aid to his assault. A wrecking ball of forward momentum.
Holy sweep - Viktor sweeps his shield creating a powerful whirlwind to sweep everything in his path away in a gust of wind.
Heavens Crash - Powerful shield bash that is followed by a devastating explosion raw energy.

Holy Thunder - Dazzling light energy turns to a deafening crackle of thunder and destruction that Victor can either launch from his blade or keep it infusing the weapon for greater striking power
Nova - Victor slams his shield and sword together to create a staggering blast of holy energy. Damage and strength is equal to holy energy used in Sacred will
Devils Bane - Sacred Will takes on a golden shine and an unparalleled edge, capable of cleaving through steel and stone with ease but quickly depletes holy energy.

Strengths: Victarian is highly skilled in ranged and physical combat, capable of toe to toe fights with anything or anyone on equal ground and unleashing powerful debilitating attacks to render foes incapacitated or worse with efficiency. Overwhelming force is his primary focus.

Weaknesses: Victarians power is directly drawn from his accumulated holy energy that is channeled into his Shield and sword and the holy tome. A magical tome he keeps under lock and key chained to his hip by the name of 'Heavens piece' acts like a battery and a source of power for his transformation but drains easily to foreign energy.

Inventory:

Sacred Will

Dying Light

Catalyst: Victarian uses his sacred tome as a catalyst for magical abilities which increases the regeneration of spirit energy and allows a transformation into his angelic form.

Squad Name: Disciplinary Committee

Are They The Leader Of The Squad?: Yes

Pesonality: Victarian is righteous to the extreme, to a point of genocidal tendencies towards anything demonic or chaotic, neutral or not, and has been found on multiple occasions to pursue said violators with charges for expulsion or open combat regularly. As the head of the school Disciplinary committee he has been left largely unhindered in this pursuit given that he follow the rules and proper channels to administer punishment.
Despite that awful idealism he is still fair in a fight, refusing dirty tricks and not condemning others who do, seeing it as the right of all to survive on their own wiles and tactics. Honor and integrity demand no less from him.

Backstory: Victarian Banehollow was born to a family of with hunters in service to an old kings vision from centuries ago, worshipping the angels as the true form of human ascension to those who live their life piously and follow the rules bestowed in the holy scripture that had been passed down their orders line for as long as any could remember. Indecipherable words sprawled along its pristine pages tantalizingly, words none could understand save the simple wording at the front of the book. "Heavens piece"

Scholars of the order obsessed it was a final gift from the extinct angels, a gift to aid humanity when a soul finally proved worthy of such an immense honor. Treated like a kings fortune it was jealously locked away and only revealed the highest ranking members sparringly. Victarian cared nothing for the book, or the order, or anything it stood for. Not a rebel but not a sheep he believed that the Justice and equality be the stepping stones to the future and was shunned for his disbelief.
When he was exiled from his homeland and excommunicated from the order he left with dreams of the future, a man of integrity he roamed the land and learned to channel his spirit into energy of pure light.
Years would pass and Victarian learned of the angels, of a school dedicated to magic, and of a gift he did not know was his. Upon enrolement to Liseranna he was given four items he had never seen from a family that had abandoned him years ago.

A suit of armor, a might sword and shield, and a bound tome.

Though he does not know it, the tome is the very same one in the possession of his order. The tome was reportedly stolen from them by a veiled intruder and never found.
Victarian has opened the book and read the strange words over and over, memorizing them but incapable of pronouncing all but one. It is indecipherable even to him, the word itself speaking itself it seems, that transforms him briefly into what he can only assume is the form of a four winged angel.
Victarian has been successful in learning to activate it but still lacks the magical energy required for continuous use of his angelic avatar state. Despite this failure he is driven to discover the tomes secrets and the extinction of the angels.

@Zelosse

[BlackPanther]

"I enjoy your eyes...because when I look deep enough I can see my own reflection"

Name: Cupido Morningstar

Nicknames/Titles: “Just call me Cupid darling” (His mother had a sense of humor)

Age: looks 25 (real age is 395)

Gender:Male

Race: Fallen angel

Sexuality:Heterosexual

Appearance notes: Often seen with black and white wing tip oxfords, only tattoo is an anatomical heart, wings go from white on top to a deep burgundy red at the bottom feathers, light pink eyes.

Class:
-Weaponry: “How to stab things close to you and how to stab things at a distance darling” Daggers, knives, and archery (non magical)

-Winds: How to summon and control winds “Generally one controls them carefully darlings...very carefully”

Ranking Class:
Neutra: Sage Class
Contritio: Destructive class
Praestigiae: Illusionist class

Magic:
-Neutra: Desire

Basically, he can figure out an individual’s deepest desires by asking them, it becomes a type of truth serum as he continues talking. Can also be used to get what he wants. Can make people keep talking, or allow him into confidential areas.
-Contritio: Wind

controls winds from making a light breeze to creating a strong tornado.
-Praestigiae: Illusion

Can create illusions to foll a mind/minds. Can make individuals see their worst nightmares or their best dreams. Can make a person go insane if used long enough.

Strengths:
-Desire: Makes him an excellent self detective. Allowing for him to find out if someone is lying, or if they are boring. Depends on the situation. This does not require much mana. The rest is more powerful in that he gets away with more. Much like a jedi mind trick.
-Wind: Very useful with arrows, tornados can be extremely destructive and very effective.
-Illusions:can make people see what he wants them to see.

Weaknesses:
-Desire: Requires a lot of focus, if his focus is removed the individual is no longer affected. The more he tries to get away with the more concentration and the more mana required.
-Wind: The more powerful the wind the more difficult to control the more mana required along with more concentration. Generally does not make tornadoes.
-Illusions: The more complex the more mana the more concentration the more draining. Same with amounts of people he is trying to use illusions on at a time. The more people, the more mana, the harder to do.

Catalyst:
None

Inventory: A flip phone, some cash with a money clip, and a three sided knife he likes to call heart breaker....because it does a lot of damage.

Familiar: none...yet? “I would love a bird dearie”

Squad Name: none

Pesonality: Egotistical,where he loves himself more then others. Though if met with a strong personality that can stand their own, he may grow fond of them. His teaching style is more patient unless a student pushes him, then he cracks down on them....or volunteers them for apple duty. No one likes apple duty. (This may be shown in IC. It is quite humerus and the student isn't in any real danger he just makes them think that to straighten them out) He considers himself perfect and can tend to get on others nerves...it takes someone with an equal amount of confidence or wit to be able to handle him.

Backstory:
Cupido was born to a demon and an angel. Unfortunately for the angel, the demon killed him. (He has never wondered or asked about his father) His mother taught him magic, and shaped his personality. Along with magic, he also developed Houdini level escape arts. Leaving him able to escape out of most trappings and be smug about it later. Unlike most, he welcomes his duality and sees it more as an advantage then a burden. His English accent comes from living in England, the velvety sound comes from his mother. When he realized his powers were more then his mother could teach him he went to the school. And stayed...deciding to teach some of what he has learned to others. Surprisingly being a patient teacher with a bit of a strict side when pushed.

Other: He says darling and dearie...a lot

[Kalas]

Aster Javian

*Sigh* "I'm too old for this sh*t..."

Name: Aster Javian

Nicknames/Titles:
- Within Liseranna Academy: Mr. J / The Mirror Magician.
- Within the Demonic Realms: Lord Azhriel, The Devourer.

Age: 437

Gender: Male

Race: Demon Prince

Sexuality: Hetero

Classes:
- Demonology 101: A Study of the World's Most Misunderstood Race
- Mana Manipulation 101: Managing Your Mana
- Mana Manipulation 201: Advanced Study & Combat (Year 5/6 Only)

Ranking Class:
- Sage Class Magician
- Alchimist Class Magician

Magic

Neutra: Moerumiraa ~ Blazing Mirror

An exceptionally rare type of magic. Aster has the ability to manipulate his own Mana in it's purest form which he calls; Pure Mana. Over the course of a few centuries of training, Aster's Pure Mana actually shows itself as a blue flame-like essence due to its sheer density. He uses his Pure Mana to shield and reflect most other forms of Mana which may be directed towards him. For instance, an Explosion-type attack would be shielded initially before being reflected back towards its' origin, though the reflected spell would be considerably weaker than the original. Illusions would have a weakened effect, being unable to simply pass through the density of his Pure Mana. Low level Illusions would be easily reflected back towards their origin, though they would have little effect against the one casting them.

Aster may also choose to focus solely on shielding or reflecting Mana.
- When focusing on shielding, Aster may increase the area that is being shielded in a dome-like manner, essentially being able to protect an area the size of the academy from magical attacks for a limited time.
- When focusing on reflecting, Aster completely foregoes his shield in order to return spells back toward their origin almost instantly.

Alchimia: Nenshou Parusu ~ Burning Pulse

Another rare form of magic, discovered by Aster himself. After learning how to manipulate his own Pure Mana, Aster discovered that you could change the properties of all Mana using Alchimia on the basis that Mana contained different properties that could be altered depending on the state it was in. As such, Aster has theoretically invented a way to change the density of Apparent Mana in his surrounding area, essentially strengthening or weakening spells by injecting his own Pure Mana or withdrawing the Apparent Mana within a spell.

Practically, however, Aster has only been able to inject his own Pure Mana into other spells, strengthening them. He has not yet found a way to withdraw Apparent Mana. An issue which has remained a mystery to him for over a century now.

Strengths

Neutra: Moerumiraa ~ Blazing Mirror

- From a magical aspect, Aster is almost untouchable. For as long as he can remain focused and keep the density levels of his Pure Mana higher than that of any spell cast towards him, he can continue to shield and reflect almost all types of magic.

Alchimia: Nenshou Parusu ~ Burning Pulse

- Aster can utilize this magic to devastating effect in a support role, providing the density levels of the Mana he injects his Pure Mana into is a considerable amount lower than his own.

Weaknesses

Neutra: Moerumiraa ~ Blazing Mirror

- When Shielding, the larger the shielded area becomes, the weaker the shield gets. If his shield is ever broken, the loss of Aster's Pure Mana exhausts him far quicker than the standard Mana usage. It also takes considerably longer for Aster to recover from this enhanced exhaustion.

- When Reflecting, Aster's own Pure Mana takes the brunt of the spell's attack before sending the remaining Mana back towards its' origin. As such, particularly powerful spells are exceedingly more difficult to reflect and cause a larger drain on Aster's Pure Mana pool. Reflected spells are typically 50% weaker than the originally cast spell.

- For both Shielding & Reflecting, more direct magic such as Contrito, Alchimia & Naturalis create more of an initial impact, meaning a harder, more instant draw of Pure Mana resources. Praestigiae, Pythones or Medela, however, have less of an impact but have a longer draw over time.

- Despite being almost impervious to magic, Aster can still take physical damage. Thus, he often has to cast his magic at range in order to prevent himself from being attacked directly.

- Aster is unable to use this against other Neutra-type magic.

- Mana of a higher density than Aster's own Pure Mana can surpass his shield and reflection magic, meaning Aster would have to raise the density of his own for his magic to have an effect on those spells cast towards him or in the area. This applies to all types of magic.

Alchimia: Nenshou Parusu ~ Burning Pulse

- Aster is not yet able to withdraw Mana from outside sources.

- Aster consciously uses this magic to keep the density levels of his Pure Mana at a suitable point during usage. If he is forced to raise those levels beyond his designated 'Optimum Operational Point', the drain of his Pure Mana can begin to increase in speed and volume the longer he continues to use this magic.

- If Aster is ever fully drained of his Pure Mana through the upkeep of this magic, the ramifications will most likely be fatal. The best case scenario during this event would be that Aster is forced into a coma for an extended period of time.

Inventory:

- At least three lollipops at all times (Two Cola, One Apple)
- Bottled Mineral Spring Water
- A Smutty Magazine (Dirty Demonic Damsels Issue #36)

Squad Name: TBA

Pesonality:

Jaded - Aster is remarkably disinterested in the world, having lived for over four-hundred years. He's seen all kinds of magic during his lengthy lifespan, wielded by many various and different magicians. He refuses to acknowledge or entertain the idea of prodigies where magic is concerned. To him, anyone that would believe themselves such a thing is no more than a pretentious tw*t and he holds no regard for those who would bestow the title upon others.

Nonchalant - As a teacher at Liseranna, Aster is rather laid back when it comes to teaching. He refuses to become agitated by those who are not willing to learn or better themselves and only dedicates his efforts to those who try. The prospect of failure never bothers him, as he believes failure is just another hurdle one must overcome. His many years of experience have shown him that nothing is truly worth overworking yourself for.

Perverted - Like the old man that he truly is, Aster is secretly perverted. However, his young looking appearance does a lot to help him out where women are concerned. And although he is not as vivacious in his attempts to woo women or 'catch-the-odd-glimpse' as most other perverts, he most certainly will take up nearly every opportunity to sate his debauchery tastes whenever he can. Above all, four-hundred years has blessed Aster with the uncanny ability to guess the age of nearly every female he comes across and, so long as they are of the legal age, he can quite often correctly guess their various measurements.

Backstory:

One of the seven remaining Demon Princes of the Demonic Realms. He first entered the realm of Earth when he was roughly a century in age. At that time he was known as Lord Azhriel, The Devourer. He came to Earth hoping to learn more about Mana, due to his extremely rare form of magic. He traveled to the only place where he knew he would find the answer: Liseranna Academy.

Upon arriving, he requested to be able to study in solitude, stating that his goal was not to learn about the different schools of magic, but the actual properties of Mana itself. It took Aster nearly fifty years to finish an extensive thesis on his findings entitled, 'Properties of Mana: The Force Behind Magic.' His studies into Mana gained him popular renown throughout the world of magic and eventually rewarded him with a teaching role at the best Magical Academy in the world.

He is currently the world's leading expert on the study of Mana.

Karma Javian

"Lighten up, old man! Let's have some fun!"

Name: Karma Javian

Nicknames/Titles:
- Within the Demonic Realms: Lord Raziel, The Last.

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Race: Demon Prince

Sexuality: Ambiguous

Year: Year 5

Ranking Class:
Enchanter Class - Neutra
Sorcerer Class - Contritio

Magic

Neutra: Jigoku Shiiru ~ Hell Seals

As the last Lord of the Demon Princes, Karma has the ability to create Dimension Seals that he can open and close whenever he touches something. These Seals, when opened, will transfer anything within the Seal to one of the Nine Demonic Realms.

For instance, a Seal placed on the arm of an opponent will transfer the part of the arm that’s within the drawn Seal area to one of the other Realms.

Contritio: Kaika Hikari ~ Blossoming Light

Karma can conjure condensed flame lances that he can choose to launch towards his opponent as a high-speed precision attack or use as a Bo-Staff weapon.

Strengths

Neutra: Jigoku Shiiru ~ Hell Seals

- Karma can place multiple closed Seals at any one time as they are easy to summon and maintain.

- Karma can transfer objects back through another seal, though the cost of doing so is considerably higher.

Contritio: Kaika Hikari ~ Blossoming Light

- Can be used at an extremely long range.

- Once thrown, the lances will generally speed up towards their intended target, making them more difficult to evade than other projectile attacks.

- When used as a Bo Staff, the Lances remain scorchingly hot towards anything susceptible to heat.

Weaknesses

Neutra: Jigoku Shiiru ~ Hell Seals

- Only once the Seals are open and an object is to be transferred does the Mana intensivity of this magic dramatically increase.

- Seals cannot cover the entirety of an object. When placed on an object, the maximum size a Seal will appear will be directly proportional to the total object. I.E. On an average Human body, the maximum size will typically cover an area the size of the forearm.

- On larger objects, where the maximum size can be larger than a Human body, the Mana cost will be significantly higher. The Seal’s size can be reduced, however, to reduce the cost.

Contritio: Kaika Hikari ~ Blossoming Light

- The Lances are heavily Mana-draining, meaning Karma can only summon up to Eight (8) before a period of rest is required.

Inventory:

- A constant supply of Mint-flavored Mini Cigars
- Smutty Magazines (Dirty Demonic Damsels. Issues 15, 24 & 37)
- Karma has an extremely intricate seal tattooed onto his chest. Within it contains the Key to the Demonic Realms. A powerful object that establishes the owner’s rule over all Demons within the Nine Realms. It can only be opened by Karma or another Demon Prince.

Familiar:

I would like for Karma to have a Young Hellkite Familiar named Osebon. (Open to other players if they’d like to fill this role. Otherwise I’ll just make it a summonable NPC)

Squad Name: TBA

Personality:

Rebellious - As the youngest and last of the Seven Demon Princes, Karma is in a state of rebellion. This started before he became the ruler of the Nine Realms, however, but was the main cause for his slaying of the previous ruler; The Eighth Demon Prince, Danziel. Upon killing Danziel, he inherited the Key to the Demonic Realms which made him the new ruler. This only furthered his rebellious nature. As such, he rarely listens to authority unless said authority can prove their strength against him.

Cocksure - Karma is extremely confident in his own abilities, he often takes on tasks which are normally far too large for him to handle. But oftentimes he manages to achieve them unscathed, though usually at the expense of someone else. This adds to his cockiness, which more often than not, ends with Karma taking on some greater, more ludicrous, task.

Manipulative - Karma loves to have his way with both men & women. He enjoys manipulating them into pleasing him or doing things for him, usually both. He is often coy when attempting to woo or sway someone but he can become aggressive if his target refuses to yield. He is quick to notice other manipulative figures and will try his utmost to see them ruined or otherwise attempt to control them himself.

Backstory:

Having recently attained the Key to the Demonic Realms, Karma has traveled to the Earth Realm to seek out his Demonic brother, Azhriel. Though they are not truly blood related, all Demon Princes are considered siblings. His true motives for wanting to find Azhriel remain unknown, but it can be presumed it will be something to do with his recent rise to leadership. Having tracked him to Liseranna Academy, he has enrolled as a student in order to surprise his older brother.

[Nytefall]

Lissandra Everdale

"..............What?.........."

Name: Lissandra Everdale

Nicknames/Titles: Lady Everdale Gravity Sorceress

Age: 18

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Year: 3

Ranking Class: Sorceress

Magic: Naturalis. Lissandra developed and created the ability to manipulate graviton particles (Gravity). Her magic works by either strengthening or weaken the effect gravity has on objects or the world around her. The larger and more complex the object the more she must focus on it to keep the effect up.

- Gravity Manipulation (Increases or decreases the effect gravity has on an object)
"Lets see how strong you really are"

-Gravity Well (Touching an object she creates a localised gravity field that makes objects either orbit, pushed or pulled from the touch object)
"Look at this, a tiny planet. With its own miniature moon. Cute."

- Gravity Beam/Wave (She fires a beam or wave from her hands or catalyst with enough strength to knock small cars aside)
"The application of gravity are interesting. Aren't they?"

- Levitate (Lowers the effect gravity has on her allowing her to levitate a few feet of the ground. She can move around by changing the direction gravity effects her)
"Look upon me lowly sorcerers gave upon the power I wield!"

- Gravitational Force field (Creates an invisible field of gravity that pushes objects away from it)
"You think weak attacks like that can hurt me?!"

Strengths: With gravity being the main force of the universe it has a variety of effects that Lissandra can put to use. These range from increasing or decreasing the effect of gravity on an object or herself allowing her to levitate even fly. By touching an object she can create a localised gravity field allowing things to orbit an object or be pulled/pushed away from it. By focusing gravity in her hands she can send forth beams or waves of gravitational force that can knock people away, it has enough strength to knock cars aside. Finally she can create a gravitational force field that pushes things away from her.

Weaknesses: The larger the object the harder it is to bend the gravity around it to her whim, as a result she cannot manipulate objects larger than the average human. She can also not super compress gravity to create black holes or anything of the like. Most of her magic doesn’t require her to touch someone however in order to create gravitational wells or effect an object that is larger than herself she needs to physically touch the thing she wants to effect. Every object that is affected by Lissandra magic drains her magic significantly. Her gravitational force field while a snap response to attacks drains a lot of mana and is not something she can sustain for a long period of time, her force field can only block solid objects, not liquids or gases.

Catalyst: Lissandra has magic sigils carved into the skin of her hands, a painful process that was performed by her previous teachers to allow her to channel her magic without needing a physical catalyst. She wears gloves to hide these sigils. Lissandra also has a crystal scepter that she can also use to channel her magic through.

Inventory: A knapsack containing paper books and other school paraphernalia. She carries her Crystal scepter around her waist attached to her belt. The scepter can also be used as a weapon by channeling her magic through it she can turn it into a mace by creating a small gravitational field around it that pushes anything it hits away from it. A bag full of marbles.

Familiar: None

Squad Name:

Personality: Lissandra is the epitome of the lone wolf stereotype. She is slow to trust others and has a history of violent outbursts when put into situation she find uncomfortable. Lissandra is not inherently evil or nasty but she has trouble differencing right from wrong. Due to the trauma she suffered at the hands of her foster family Lissandra is rarely a person who goes out of her way to help others and is extremely secluded.

Backstory: Lissandra has lived a life full of sadness and suffering. Orphaned at the young age of four her father an alcoholic left her mother when Lissandra was only two. Her mother died two years later from influenza, leaving Lissandra at the mercy of the orphan system. Lissandra was placed into an orphanage for two years spending most of her time outcasted from the other children due to her unusual abilities and violent tendencies towards any children that bullied her.

During the routine inspection from the Everdale family they discovered the child's latent magical potential and adopted her immediately. However what Lissandra saw as an amazing opportunity to leave the wretched orphanage would actually be the beginning of her descent into hell. The Everdales were well known as a family that found prodigy mages in orphanage and training them to become amazing images. However the methods they used to train this children would be seen as barbaric and inhumane to any person who found out what they did.

Through a series of complex rituals and many sigils carved into her body Lissandra developed her ability of Graviton manipulation. She was immediately enrolled in the academy and was able to speed ahead of her peers. She now sits at year three unable to tell anyone what she suffered. The Everdale family had sigils etched on her throat that stop her from telling anyone the truth. The Everdales family estate was recently attacked by unknown terrorists who killed every Everdale member in a massive explosion. As she was the only surviving Everdale after the explosion their fortune now resides with her.

[Savo]

Lukas Kunze

Lukas stands boldly at a height of 190 cm, with a weight of 86.7 kg. He sports slightly tan skin with piercing crimson eyes and short, unkempt brown hair. Lukas alternates between his clothing, switching it around from the usual attire seen above to similar clothing with alternative colors. From time to time, he will adorn ivory colored gloves. It isn't out of character to see him with a mischievous, leery glint.

When turned into a female, Lukas stands at the same height with the same weight as always due to the fact that he becomes top heavy to accommodate for not only that, but... other personal luggage (equal exchange ya know). His hair becomes a little bit longer and he adopts a more feminine visage. From there on out, everything about him/her is the same, save for genitalia. However, Lukas' fashion sense stays the same; he made sure to prep for a moment like this.

"What's a lovely wall-flower like you doing, sitting here all alone? Maybe you might want some company?~"

Name: Lukas Kunze

Nicknames/Titles: The Casa-NO-va, Mindless Matter, Unfaithful Deviant

Age: 17

Gender: Male (Female in gender bent state)

Race: Human

Sexuality: Heterosexual (Homosexual in gender bent state)

Year: Year 5

Ranking Class: Conjurer

Magic:
Neutra: Telekinesis

Disclaimer: Need permission from the other user(s) to affect their character(s) through Telekinesis to avoid power-gaming.

Lukas has the ability to manipulate matter with ease, controlling whether an object is going to shoot up or accelerate downwards. This can range from decelerating the speed of a physical weapon coming down on him, or completely stopping a bullet before ricocheting it back at the assailant. Lukas can influence multiple objects at one time, including his four weapons of choice - four steel claymores he can hurl at opponents to eviscerate, stab, or anything to cause loss of blood.

Strengths: Offensive, defensive, and mobility are all the things this magician has. Whether it is hurling myriads of objects at an opponent to harm them, or cripple a person by stopping and redirecting an item back to them. He can go in slicing and dicing with his four swords whether it be with the mind or with his own body. The next is his defensive capabilities which allows him to manipulate objects to shield him or allies from assaults. Finally, the mobility allows him to "levitate," however it requires him manipulating his clothes so he floats. He can also jump onto things he is controlling with his mind and ride them.

Depending on the state of matter will affect his ability to manipulate and harness said object to his advantage. Solid states are the easiest to control, liquids are difficult to master, and gases are nigh impossible to maneuver. Along with that, he can change the structure of objects (i.e. bending it and altering its shape), albeit at a much slower and difficult pace than an person versed in Alchimia. Changing it into another element is... not something in the realm of possibility. Physical objects conjured up by others can be manipulated, however it depends on the skill of the user who summoned said item also vs Lukas' own skill.

Weaknesses: Of all the things he cannot affect, one of the things is another living being. Unless said thing is a corpse, they will not be affected by his magic. Along with that, while he can pick up matter that weighs more than him easily, the heavier an item is, the higher the strain he has and the more mana he will have to expend to keep it in place. Along with that, he must take into account the gravity around him as if the items weight more, the more mana he will have to use. Telekinetically hurling an item at someone will require more force than having it move around with his mind.

Speaking of minds, people that are physically stronger can muscle their way past his telekinesis when certain items on their being are moved around. This can make them a bit sluggish, but while doing this doesn't make them completely immobilized. Plus, if a person detaches themselves from the floor, he will need to take into account their weight, basically wasting more precious energy. Lukas cannot manipulate gasses, and it is rather difficult to manipulate liquids. Also, another note on a person conjuring something - they can easily dismiss it too, make his efforts worthless.

Catalyst:

The Lecherous Band: Found on his right ring finger, this meticulously crafted golden ring looks ornate with eloquent designs streaming around. When he uses his magic, the carved in parts of the ring glow with a soft, pale hue. The design makes it look like an Asian and European dragon locked in an everlasting conflict. Sandwiched between them both are the faces of a man an woman looking fearfully at the ongoing battle.

The thing is, the ring chose him for a reason, and makes him expected to perform certain actions... like hitting on a random chick. It isn't all that simple as he has to flirt with around five to twenty women per day that harbor a similar sexuality as him (i.e. straight and bisexual women). While this sounds all fine and dandy, the consequences are rather... tenuous. One of the side effects causes him to reverse genders, which isn't the bad part of the catalyst. The worse part is that he still has to fulfill the requirements or else he is forced to wield one object with the power of his mind until the conditions are fulfilled. Unfortunately, this means his sexuality will be reverse, meaning he cannot flirt with straight girls. However, he can make his advances on lesbians.

The upside is he has that power to tell when something is an illusion, however like everyone else, he is still affected by it. While he can't just make the illusion disperse, he can target the source of the illusion and attempt to take them down. So essentially, he can and will call illusionists out if they are fabricating something. However, this effect is completely nullified also if he doesn't live up to the prerequisites.

Inventory:
Four Broadswords w/ two individual sheathes and one sheath that has them both cross
The Lecherous Band
A Satchel
-A Cellphone
-One or two books
-A Notebook
-A few pencils

Squad Name: --

Are They The Leader Of The Squad?: --

Personality:

Lax and hardworking should never be put in the same sentence, but somehow Lukas managed to pull it off. A perfectionist by hand, he works to make sure certain performances are tight and have little to no error. It irks him whenever a meager mistake is made, and may obsess over it to strenuous degrees mentally or verbally... though, maybe he could tone down his obsession for improvement just a tinge. Ironically, though, he tends to love relaxing a bit too much on the downside. But, it's better than having him verbally (or quietly) get irritated over something so minor.

Additionally, try getting him to nerd out of certain things; nothing more can calm him down than making him hyped over having a likable similarity in terms of games to shows to books. At most, it may cause him to forget and slightly neglect his chance to improve, but he will enjoy every moment of it!... before stressing out when getting in earshot of a previous comment that forced him into his workaholic state.

One of his favorite hobby's is hitting on any hot chick, regardless of how crappy, or cheesy his lines are. To top that off, he could give less damns about a girls sexuality with him appearing in a carefree state. Of course, this could also leak into the facet that he has to live up to the terms that were set in stone due to his catalyst. This makes it difficult to discern whether or not he is flirting with a girl truthfully or whether he is trying to keep himself from turning into a girl.

Backstory:

Lukas' was the eldest son in a family of five people - parents, siblings, you get the spiel. A boy born in America from a couple of magicians workaholic magician caused certain aspects of their life to vanish. Lukas' and his siblings had to usually rely on themselves or the babysitter their parents got whenever they would go off to work. This left them open to them learning and growing with little restrictions and them maturing with their own unique values.

The eyes of each sibling usually told what school of magic they would originally be born under; blue usually meant you were of the Alchimia class, red of Contritio, and so on. Lukas' was one of the rare cases in his family where the pigment of his eyes didn't matter since he was bestowed with the Neutra class. Of course, this did not at all change anything and is just a unique quirk of their family.

Over time, as their magical abilities began to rise, the duo made sure each of their children received proper, physical training so they could not only rely on their magic, but their bodies as a last ditch effort if they ever are abstained of their catalysts.

While he never felt any relative closeness to the busy bodies, he did his best to see reason in why they couldn't spend time with their children. Later in life, he found that they still supported them in education through the use of tutors since they could never stay to watch. This didn't exactly make him a wide-eyed idealist, but it did make him realize that they were sacrificing so much for them. In that rare spec of time he could spend with them, he found them rather tired and often unable to respond, save for a simple smile.

As he continued his studies, he became much more determined to improve himself due to the wisdom behind his parents nature, so that he wouldn't have to tax himself over work. Originally when he attended Liseranna at his younger, more vulnerable age, he was albeit ok. Over time, he has toiled to improve every aspect of his life, ranging from education to his own character.

And then he met... them.

On one shining day when he was in year 3, he noticed a rather cute blonde student. Lukas found her to be a radiant maiden whose beauty could be compared to a glimmering moonlit night with soft, coursing waves of the sea as a background... and promptly began hitting on her with the wackiest, most cheesy lines ever imagined. Of course, this was during her "hanging out" session with a terrified boy adorned with glasses who looked as if he couldn't comprehend the whole impending situation.

Then she offered to dissect Lukas for free, all while hitting on him too. At the time, he did not know whether it was a discreet innuendo or her telling him to bugger off, before he noticed the uncomfortable boy. Lukas then put two and two together and became deluded that both of them were dating and that the fidgeting kid was just nervous. That's when Lukas decided to take him under his wing and help the poor soul out... when he wasn't around blondie; he later learned their names - Meredith and Graham.

Of course, over time he saw Graham as less of a prodigy and more of a friend, regardless of their respective view points. He also learned later that Meredith was more of a creepy stalker who forced herself onto the boy. The creep factor for him increased when he failed to keep up with the terms on his catalyst and was turned into a girl... and then finding the ravenous girl curious as to how this imminent situation happened, before offering to actually dissect him.

So many cuts happened on that day.

Over the course of each year, he began to put up with the eccentricity of each situation that left him inured to some of the most ridiculous travesties and strange events transpiring... then again this was a magic school, so being sarcastic too usually helps.

After hard work, he found himself a spellsword in year five. Armed with melee and magic, he awaits any new challenge, other than Meredith of course.

[Ogo]

The Great Graham Cracker!

DANGER: Here Be Gingers!

Rather short guy, stands at about five foot five if he's really stretching for it. Also pretty skinny. As in a probably not healthy kind of way. Honestly, he's got that whole look to him, really. And it is fitting, since the kid is constantly coming down with some kind of illness or another. His immune system is trash, people. And uh...well, he might be a bit of a hypochondriac. So he's either sick or crazy. Fun fun.

"Buddy...do you know who I am? Do you even remotely know what I do? I’m the son of a bitch that stitches you back together after the Dragon chick shoves her hoof about knee deep up your ass and breaks you in like a brand new goddamn boot at a line-dance with Ol’ Grim and the Cat Boy."

"I’M THE MOTHAFUCKIN’ WHITE MAGE! YOU DON’T FUCK WITH THE WHITE MAGE!"

Name:
Graham Gavin Turner

Nicknames/Titles:
Shrimp. Pipsqueak. Ginger. Red. Fairy. Pansy. The Spaztastic Mr. Turner. Look, we’re talking about a short, scrawny, pale, redheaded, nerdy, gay guy with a hair-trigger temper and glasses. He’s like a playground bully’s wet dream. Chances are good that that clever little quip bouncing around in the ol’ thinker? Yeah, he’s heard it before.

Age:
16

Gender:
Male

Race:
Human

Sexuality:
Homosexual

Year:
Fourth Year

Ranking Class:
Warlock

Magic:

Medela:
-Rapid Regeneration-

Fell and got a nasty scrape? A particularly bad boo boo? Don’t worry, Graham’s got you.

As a Medela mage, healing is the name of the game. Graham’s particular magic is no exception. Rapid Regeneration does...well...what it says. The guy can accelerate the body’s natural healing rate. How much? Enough so to make most intermediate non-fatal wounds disappear in a matter of minutes, with more minor wounds going away in seconds. But it really does hurt like hell. And don’t even ask about major non-fatal wounds. He can take care of them, alright, but it’s going to take a while and being incredibly, excruciatingly painful. So fun times for all!

But though it may be magic, he’s not capable of miracles. Fatal wounds are a bit above his skill level. While not impossible, the dude’s got to be on the ball. As in both he and the target bursting with energy, preferably with a juicy donor nearby, in a nice, quiet, secluded area immediately after the wound occurs. So long as it’s not an instant death and he’s already right there, there’s a very slim chance he may be able to do something. Otherwise, he can try to buy as much time as possible, but if somebody’s already passing through Death’s Door, he’s not going to be able to pull them back. He’s good, but death is better.

Now this can all be done via range or close contact. The ranged healing is something rather new to Graham, but he’s quickly getting the hang of things. He can reliably heal from about twenty yards away. But it’s not going to do much at the range. Rule of thumb: the closer Graham is to the wound, the more effective he can be. So it’s definitely preferable for him to get all handsy, but sometimes a guy’s gotta go with the flow.

Strengths:
Graham’s healing is strong enough to combat most injuries rather easily. And so long as he’s either nice and refreshed, or the target is bursting with energy, he can patch up the person in question rather quickly to boot! Depending on how close Graham can get to the wound, he can be rather precise. And the more precise he is, the less effort is required on both his part and the target’s.

While the ideal situation for a heal is the target remaining still while Graham violates their personal bubble, it’s not required. So long as they’re in range of either his healing hands or the ranged variant, and he’s still focused, he can work his magic. Great for in-combat repairs. Terrible for broken bones.

Luckily for everyone involved, this magic does NOT require intimate knowledge of the body to be effective. So long as the body is remotely capable of repairing itself, Graham can supercharge it. Excellent for healing up non-human individuals. Also great because trust this unseen writer, Reader, you don’t want this guy making medical decisions.

Weaknesses:
So there’s got to be a catch, right? Surely somebody couldn’t be that handsome, talented, awesome, cool, and powerful, right? DING DING DING! RIGHT YOU ARE, DEAR READER! Why, aren’t you the smart little cookie. Speaking of which, have one. Go on. It’ll be our little secret.

The catch would be the energy required for such feats. Little bumps and bruises and the occasional scratch are all fine and dandy. Graham could heal those up all day and be just fine. No, the problem comes with the much larger boo boos. The ones that are sadly much too common in this hellho- err...lovely school. Large wounds, burns, cuts, etc., not only eat up the lad’s mana pool something fierce, they require energy. Whether supplied by the target or Graham himself, it doesn’t really matter. The mana and energy cost associated with the healing depends on the size and complexity of the wound as well as the desired rate of repair. The quicker the fix, the higher the tax.

As mentioned above, the energy supplied in the healing process can be supplied by either Graham, the target, or a donor. That’s...only partially true. Should Graham be healing from a distance, the burden of energy lies with the target. If they don’t have enough energy or nutrients for the repair, the body will rapidly eat fat and muscle to acquire it. This can quickly lead to a person becoming malnourished, so it’s advised to be incredibly careful. Healing a gaping chest wound is great and all, but it the target is just going to essentially starve immediately afterwards, it’s kind of a moot point, no?

If he wants to donate his own (or a third party’s), he’s got to have physical contact (in case of the latter, he’s gotta have physical contact with both the target and the donor). And in either case, he has to remain focused on the repair: getting distracted will disrupt the acceleration. It doesn’t help that he’s not exactly the healthiest guy around either. So more often than not he relies on the target for the energy donation. Heavier people make for the best patients here, so go eat yer damn cheeseburgers, people!

Now let’s address the elephant in the room: how does this boy fight? Quite simply, he doesn’t. Medela: Rapid Regeneration has zero offensive application. Well...he could always try to heal his opponent into submission but uh...if his foe is willing to forfeit after the equivalent of a gentle caress, he probably wasn’t in much trouble anyway.
And don’t worry, Reader, I know what you’re thinking. “But Beautiful Writer Man! Couldn’t Graham just constantly heal himself and cause a stalemate?”

Oh, Dear Reader, you flatter me...that’s another cookie! But to answer your question: sadly no, he cannot.

Graham is unable to use his magic on himself, outside of repairing very minor wounds. Why? Well...when the body heals normally, there’s not much discomfort. Maybe a little irritation, but that’s it. When Graham ramps up the acceleration...Mother of God, it’s painful. REALLY PAINFUL. No, it won’t damage the body, that’d be counter-productive, but the pain is enough to make concentrating insanely difficult. And since Graham needs to focus to use his ability...well, connect the dots. It’s just a no go.

What rotten luck, eh?

“Well, what if he just constantly overcharged his enemy’s regeneration?”

Careful, Reader. You’re cute and all, but don’t be too pushy. The problem with that is simply that the body can only heal up so much. After a certain point, the boy would just be wasting his mana while doing fuck all to the other guy. Just trust us when we say that he’s not exactly the guy you want to bet on winning the Golden Gloves.

Catalyst:
His glasses, oddly enough, act as his catalyst. Runes are inscribed on the inside of the arms, but the motherlode would be the lenses. Written incredibly small, runes are carved on the glass, from top to bottom, left to right. Luckily for Graham, they are made so small and light, that they do not hinder his vision. And while at first it did bug him something fierce, he has managed to basically completely ignore them. Just don’t point it out to him or he’ll obsess over it for hours.

Inventory:
-Janky little prepaid cell phone
-Janky little pen
-Janky little pocket notepad
-Chewing Gum
-Glasses Case
-Lens Cloth

Familiar:
n/a

Squad Name:
n/a

Personality:
Some people are content to bask in silence, pondering the nature of the universe and one’s self. Graham would not be one of those people. A loud foul-mouthed hothead with a silver tongue and a rather low boiling point resides in the frail outer shell. Graham is one to find something to talk about with anyone. He hasn’t met a stranger yet. Not to say that he is beloved by one and all. He’s usually a pretty blunt guy, saying what comes to mind be it cruel, stupid, or otherwise. Not that he means to be rude, his filter is just terrible and he is a TALKER. Understandably, some people don’t like that. Naturally, those same people can kindly go fuck themselves for all he cares.

The boy’s also a coward. Bears, heights, spiders, bears, fires, large bodies of water, bears, darkness, bears, death, the supernatural, large crowds, bears, serial killers, supernatural bears...the list just goes on and on. Basically, don’t give the kid a medal for bravery or courage. You’ll just be insulting the other winners. When right spooked, Graham’s verbal diarrhea increases tenfold, with even less of a filter and the fear shuts out the anger completely. It’s a nervous reaction or something. Feel free to slap him out of his hysteria.

So Graham considers himself a pacifist. As such, the boy won’t fight and quite frankly, it wouldn’t help him much anyway. He’s little more than skin and bones. His arm would likely snap in two if he tried to punch anybody. Besides, he’d rather hit a fool with a few harsh words than a harsh roundhouse kick. Also, Graham is unable to perform roundhouse kicks, so uh...yeah.

The lad, mainly due to his unfortunate combination of genes, has been a target of bullying for...well, most of his school life. That made him a bit weary of people, of course...but it also made him rather desperate for acceptance. As such, he’ll make friends with literally anyone that’ll have him. Even if they are freaky, potentially cannibalistic stalkers. Ugh. Graham, like an idiot, can’t bring himself to refuse somebody’s request. If they’re being cool to him, he wants to keep that. So he’ll bend over backwards, breaking his back if need be, just to keep ‘em happy. Oh, the places he could go if he just learned how to say no...

Backstory:

Liseranna…

Graham’s still not convinced that there wasn’t some sort of mix-up that got him involved with the place. It really felt like a dream. In one moment, there he was, some snot-nosed kid barely getting by in some shithole town in the middle of Kentucky. The next moment, boom! Congrats kid, you’ve won the Magical Lottery Jackpot. Go directly to Liseranna Academy. Do not pass go. Do not collect $200.

Well, perhaps it was a bit more complicated than that. But it really did seem to come out of nowhere. He was the only magic user in a family of six, and despite looking back as far as possible, he couldn’t find another user on either side of the family. Liseranna was...well, honestly it was just a joke application. He didn’t REALLY think he’d get in. After all, he was skating by with a solid C- in school. But apparently he had a little bit of a knack for magic. Go figure. Well, maybe it would be alright. He could go learn how to use an actual gift, rather than wasting his life away in a factory. He could make some friends and maybe even find love!

Worst mistake of his life.

Shortly after starting, he met the evil, evil, evil, cruel, monsterous black shadow that would loom over him for the next two years. It called itself Meredith Hillard. But the boy could recognize Ol’ Scratch when he saw ‘em. Or if she wasn’t the devil himself, she was damn close to it. And this was a place with ACTUAL demons walking around. It didn’t matter. She was more evil.

Still, when that THING approached him asking for help, his will shattered and his pride abandoned him. It’s amazing, really. One can prepare oneself to take any action one wishes, but the moment one stares death in the face, one suddenly becomes much more flexible. Again, this place housed even a couple literal personifications of death, but Meredith was much more intimidating. So he agreed to help her learn his sort of magic. Medela, as it were.

And after that, she didn’t leave. Rather, she clung tighter. She claimed they were close friends, but Graham could see through her. He could see the darkness at her very core...

And he was honestly terrified of her. Disobeying her was out of the question. Especially when she decided that she was done lugging around a catalyst...and she...well...she had him…

We don’t speak of THAT time. Ugh…

Still, it wasn’t all terrible. The lad managed to make a few other friends. And he wasn’t dead yet. That was always a plus. Outside of a back-alley surgery, the guy’s had a relatively average school life. Well...as average as one can have at an academy that catered to magic, mayhem, and things which should not exist.

But he’s a fourth year now. All he had to do was keep his head down and not die. He’s technically in the homestretch now, yeah? And the universe couldn’t possibly hate him enough to take another hearty dump on him...right?

Right?!