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The Project of Blaz Academy

He listened to her speak, though for the most part parts of it were being muted out by the harassing voices that had decided it would be fun to play with what she was saying. Although regardless of their vile intents he was able to keep most of it straight forward. A good way to talk that was to say. “Hmm, I wouldn't say i'm excited. Interested, yes. But not excited. I tend to not enjoy the same pleasures some people get while being around people. You know, all that fun stuff. Feeling like being part of a flock was never something...for me.” He said calmly, it wasn't meant to sound aggressive, no. he was testing , teasing the water to see if this person would be worth his time or not. You would never really know until you started laying out the road.

She's failing, look at her...Another comes, slice her throat. Watch her reaction.

It seemed someone else was coming, he was obviously already slightly aware of her. His peripheral vision had picked up on the on comer. Another one, the girl show stated she enjoyed music. Of course that was because of that kid who seemed to leave in a hurry. He tilted his head back. “I would have to say the more interesting part, is how many games some people will play though. I wonder which teacher will start it, and who will finish.” He said calmly allowed. Watching the area around them play out. The game.

The girl seemed to move to the nearby tree out of his range. The sound of the tress rustling about from her movements did tell him a bit of what she was doing. But he was watching the group of people. Along with pushing back the tantalizing thoughts that drew up rather graphic images of the murders to come and the possible reaction of Naomi to them. Why? Because he enjoyed it, though at the same time he knew it wasn't right. His mind just did it anyways, even if he'd try to not have it happen. It was better to just leave it go for now. No action to be taken, merely a thought list that would make some people turn tail and run.

“I don't mind, though i'd like to ask you name in return. If you are going to be hanging about, it'd be great to know that much.” He said calmly.

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Person, person, A female person. Kill it, make her fall, murder it all. Take them from her, make it all end. See the despair.
She'll betray you! Make her feel it before she does...

A simple “hi” from the teen female triggered his other eyes one could say as she moved to sit beside him. He wasn't really weak and wasn't about to just walk off because of it. He was use to the voices, their calls. Constantly scratching the back of his mind. Asking him to murder and kill almost anything and everyone around him. Though maybe in a way it would feed his need to do so even in his own natural state. Well, as natural as you could be by generating an interior wall in your mind in order to deal with this annoyance.
“Oh?” He responded to her statement, seeing the lab coated man leave from view seeming to have been glad of his conquest or victory. “Sometimes it's better to play the game.” He said finishing his statement. He kept his voice stable, and calm as he always had. She was an interesting person to say the least though. Most people would have probably just picked someone else. The only people who had approached him were merely annoying bugs who were just hoping he had a lot of money, or was some sort of drug addict like them or something on those lines. He merely sighed lightly. “Well since we are here. How are you?” He stated to continue the conversation, “My name is Carn. And you are?” He finished it.

Yes keep going, manipulate, learn all and then use it against her. Kill her mentally, make her despair. The thoughts wouldn't end, nor would it be a problem. He was, as he thought to himself use to it. They were in a way less descriptive then normal. Though that was probably because of the walls he built. Though, even with the walls there was only so long before the demonic beings seeped out a rather dark aura around him. He knew it enough. So many people could approach him, but little would stay with him once they saw his true colors even one time, or partially. He didn't need to voices to tell him that one...not, it was a fact and would remain so for the rest of his life. The other fact of not caring enough to seek help for it was there too, but he believed more in himself then some chemical a doctor would give him to screw up his head more. Plus he liked his liver...it was a nice thing to have. Gah, it started again. Such a mixed up mind. His face didn't change, merely a neutral to a natural smile occasionally as people walked by and waved at them. He noticed the emo boy leaving the other girl in a hurry. How particular, he thought to himself.

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The professor watched with a light smile as the girl he was talking to walked off to talk to the boy. He turned on his heal making his lab coat float about as he did so and thought too himself how well he had done. He knew that the time would be coming soon for them all to come into the school's auditorium for the entrance ceremony. And he was getting pumped up for it. Stepping forward as he opened the oak doors and walked inside the room. Closing the doors behind him.

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The emo teen seemed to be pleased with her response though he was interrupted by what seemed to be a text. “I'm sorry I have to go check up on someone. It was really nice meeting you. My name is Jerry.” He stated as he looked to the text once more in worry as he ran off towards the parking lot of the school.

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“Do you like listening to music?” the voice sounded off to him. Seemingly nervous? Though it seemed to be normal as he took a glance over to the teen who was talking to the girl before him. It was probably him just trying to get into another social circle. Maybe he was looking for something else? No it wasn't to much to say that maybe it was merely out of a drive for friendship. Tsk, the use that could be if you could peel off the flesh to see the truth inside. He turned his gaze back to the people before him for the moment. He didn't really need to talk to these people, merely feeling the urge to build a sort of wire, a vine of people to use to get gossip from. He would be able to get much more information this way...that was so long as he didn't have a weird weak moment to his own mind...people seeing that kinda take a step back from you. They aren't the most uppy and happy once they realize how twisted you are inside, once they see the inside. He waved the people off while pushing back his blond hair for a moment and took a turn. Seeing a professor talking to a girl. The man was rather tall, but still it was interesting to see such a exchange. His eyes drifted back to the other two, they didn't seem to be hating one other. No, it was all playing out so well in their land. Of course that would depend on how much a person could build the world. Reconstruct their own selves in order to save some one else...gah..it still took so much for him to not fall back to his old ways. It was indeed a hard promise to keep in the first place.

He walked across the perfect grass and moved to the marble black bench and took a seat. Leaning his bag on the side while looking up to the tree's near by for a moment. Listening to the others around him. His gaze drifting about nonchalantly as though to see him as just watching people who were passing back and forth.

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The professor laughed lightly, it didn't seem to be so much towards his possible student as it was to her question for the moment. “Well, believe it or not i'm actually a biology teacher, though I fall more into the genetics department. I'm one of the top here. Though for the most part I just help in whatever is asked of me. You know this school is also a place that may hire it's students and help pay for their own projects? It's quite and interesting school to say the least.” He stated calmly and watched her look to the people around her.

He smiled at her when she asked if he said anything of importance. And came closer down towards her. “So you have a social anxiety?” He asked her so that no one else could hear. It wasn't so much what showed as how she reacted to things around her. “ I'm more then able to help you if you want, maybe get people to help you out or whatever it is you need. I'm here to help just as much as I am here to teach. Though i'm a biology teacher, I specialize in Genetics. If that makes you feel better hearing it a second time, though this time actually listening.” he stated as he pulled himself up and saw the blond teen sitting on the bench alone. “Why not go talk to that boy over there?” He suggested kindly. “The school will be open soon enough, for everyone to enter freely. However I think it's best to mingle just a tiny bit. Books aren't everything as they say.” He said with a light smile.

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“Really? Nice.” The emo like teen stated with a smile on his face. “Do you like any sort of music? I myself am more into the bands like My Chemical Romance” he stated and kept his smile on his face. “So do you have a subject you like? Or just jumped on a chance to get into this school?” He was obviously more relaxed now, that she said she enjoyed the music scene. Though he did shift occasionally he generally had to keep his eye contact with her. Though at times it would cause him to blush abit. He waiting anxiously for her response. Though it probably would have seemed odd to some people around them. In the least it was keeping other people from bothering them. As some of them came from his former school, and they weren't to fond of him at all.

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Many of the people seemed to fall into hilarious pawn forms. He did mingle some, meeting contact with a few of the character's that played out before him while moving away to see other people. There were probably a few groups of the more shy people about. He wasn't really going to jump out of the bag in order to get to them. But he was watching them occasionally. Talking to some of the guys about their sports, while some girls would giggle. It was logical that most of these people knew Russian, along with the second language of English. They didn't demand such a thing, but English was greatly asked for as a second language. As teaching the business language of the world was something that was best for most people. He looked around spotting two people in particular that seemed to stand out, more so because of the events that seemed to be occurring around them. Both female it seemed, but they didn't seem to be in the greatest of moods. Nervous possibly? He wasn't ready for these things, he didn't even really care to much about those before him. These little pawns.

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A man touched the shoulder of Naomi, he was a slightly balding man that seemed to be darker in skin tone. Probably from Africa. He wore a white lab coat, though he seemed to fill it out quite well. A rather beefy and well built man his hazel eyes looked down to her with a light smile on his lips. He stood around 1 foot taller then her, standing at 6'5”. He didn't seem to give off any real aggressive stance to her.

“Hello, I don't think you should be moving so far away from some of the groups. Though I can't say I blame you.” He had a rather distinct accent, though it sounded like it came from Germany, “I'm actually going to probably be one of your professors are some point. My name is Professor Eichen.” He stated calmly. He was interested in what this girl was thinking. More so with her little spout about a doomsday device to release the nukes in the Russian Federation.

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A young man walked up to he seemed to sport a rather black hair color that, was curved to hide his left eye. His pale skin was obviously patted down to make it look even paler. Though he had some dark black eyeliner that marked over his eyes, bringing out their green eye color. He was relatively thin, and wore tight pants and a sort of loose shirt, that seemed to have a belt that didn't seem needed hanging on his small waist and going down to his thigh. His t-shirt though loose seemed to match the rest of his dark line up, with his shoes being the only stand off thing. They were a light green color and were something rather odd for his get up.

“Hey,” he began, his voice shook a bit. Making it seem obvious he wasn't use to talking to girls. “ Do you like listening to music?” He asked a rather open question. Though his accent was Russian. Maybe he was trying to get to know her more. He shifted a bit, but kept a arm length distance between the two of them. Though it seemed common as some of the people around the area were wearing the same outfit style as him. He wasn't much taller then her though, maybe by 3 inches.

The Project of Blaz Academy

1. Entrance Ceremony

The plane ride was rather smooth. Coming from his home country he was rather interested in seeing the difference that Russia would give him. Not so much the weather, as they were relatively the same. Nice winters that would chill the bones to relatively mixed summers. He wasn't really going to fall to far off the climate radar. But the rather rich Russian history tended to lean him in an interested state of mind. Hell, even the other voices that would sometimes push and poke were silent, more interested in the seeing of this place up close. Though for now, he needed to sit in the black limo that picked him up. It's exterior was polished, giving off the obvious black gloss paint that made up the coloration. He wondered if this was how all the people were picked up. Making him then think for a split second about how much the food or other things had to cost if this was the case. He could only imagine the cost for just paying for a limo for every single person to be taxied to their location...that or if people would even take it? Some people could be rather odd, choosing to not want to step into these things. Thinking it was a trap, it didn't bother him though.

They had asked him to get into his uniform before even taking the last flight to the school. Which was understandable being that the moment they landed was when he'd head to school. Sure it was more jet lagy then one would probably had wanted to have. But he didn't mind it to much. The interest of everything new was constantly pulling his eyes around. He was anxious of when he would be able to see some locations like the Winter Palace, or the Smolny Convent. There was so much to see, and he could be in the city for the time granted to him. He looked back into the limo for a moment, seeing the leather beige, along with it's smooth texture that seemed to shine lightly when the morning sun would hit it. He looked at the black break that seemed to hold a fridge of sorts and even a small black like table. Though these were made with plastic, they still held an artistic look to them.

After sometime, the limo turned into what seemed to be a half moon parking. Towards the massive stone wall, which had a large black steel gate. He was here, he knew it and so did every part of him. He gripped his bag lightly, the duffel bag was all black, and had nothing really note worthy on it. It was just your normal large duffel bag, though it weighed much more then one would have probably though. Having his trench coat in it for one pretty much guaranteed that one. After the limo stopped the man came forward and opened the door. Allowing him to step out. Adjusting his uniform a bit so not to ply too much he looked to the massive gates before him which swung open no creepy creak or anything as a sort. Though he was still awestruck. If you didn't tell him he would have thought he'd just saw the Versailles right there. It was amazing how the school was designed in this way, so pristine. And yet it made you want to just sit there and stare. Though he knew he needed to make his way in. Taking a few steps forward he turned around to the man and thanked him. Then turning back to the right walked towards the courtyard entrance to the massive school. His dorm and the rest would probably come after the ceremony, so for now it was going to be exploration.

There were already students here, all from different cultures and ways of life he was sure. But who would even be worth his time? Sure he was going to be kind to just about anyone who'd talk to him. But he watched them from the distance. Almost as if he couldn't stand the presence of people. No, it wasn't really that. He just couldn't' stand the concept of fake people. And not many people past even that, could stay in his presence. He wasn't the most normal person on the block. But if he could keep himself in control all will be fine. He smiled when smiled at, nodded and just moved to sit on a near by bench which sat down on the stone path that lead to the main gates of the school itself. The large doors seeming to intimidate people before they even took a foot in. Indeed, this would be fun time for him. To pass it off the sun seemed to beam down in a more subtle fashion? Everything was perfect. Maybe too perfect in some ways, but it was best to take things as they came to him. Don't annoy fate to much..

The Project of Blaz Academy

Original Name: Carl Unber
Japanese Name: Miharu (Beautiful Clear Sky) Chiba (Thousand Blades)
Nick Name:
Age: 17
Original Sex: Male
Sex: Female
Personality Original: Carl has an interesting case of multiple personality complex. However, it isn't to the extent as someone would think. Many see it as a sort of controlled situation, with his most dominant personality keeping all the others at bay. Because of this one personality though, he comes off as very uncaring and cold. In order to keep at bay the demons that purge at the back of his mind. He is rather logical, and will do his best not to get too emotionally active in anything. In fear of releasing his rather twisted demons and desires.

When he was younger he use to let his personalities run wild. Causing him to constantly manipulate and plot out peoples lives. Playing with his already high intellect in general. He would manipulate people into terrible situations. Often bringing them near death or in states they wish they had died from in order to “teach” them a lesson they “needed to learn.”. However, the reasoning to almost all his actions have never made any sense to the variety of psychologists that he's met. In fact, most of them would label him as “normal and sane”. His own understanding of the outside world keeping his dominant personality the one to deal with such matters.

After losing a dear friend to one of his games, he decided that it would be best to stop toying with people. And before entering high school decided to stop his little games with people. Though he was never blamed for the situation at hand (as it seemed much like an accident) it made him decide to stay in control as much as possible. As such he moved to be social but not to the point of caring about anything. He worked to keep an eye on people and watch them carefully before making a move for even minor friendship.

Overall, he comes off as a back loner type person. Not wanting to really talk to anyone, but fine with speaking if need be. He shows no issues in oral presentations, and seems to be very smart. Though something seems slightly off at times. Some days it's easy to approach him, while others everything around him seems to want to stay away, almost as if he is a completely different person.

Personality New: With most of his dominant personality in a massive shock, he now a she is very much as she once was. Having no issues with experimenting on people, things or more to figure out answers or just to mess with people. To torture and get the pure happiness she use to get by watching people struggle threw despair and misery and the ever lasting taste of their ultimate defeat is borderline erotic to her. Even more so, if she is the one giving them hope only to tear it away from them.

She isn't prone to switch threw her personalities as fast as flies die. But is more then willing to keep a single one for a day, making her switch about per day at times. Though others times weeks. Coming off as a completely different person then she was originally. Many people believe her to be purely insane, while when brought to the counseling office with the trained psychologist, she shows nothing but normal actions. She will keep herself normal even sometimes on some days. To add to the throw offs, though they are more normal days then not, as she still holds to her lingering promise...how long with it last before she is consumed by her lust to see all in misery and despair.

Description Original: He was a rather tall man, around 6' feet tall. Born in Canada, he seemed to give off a sort of aristocratic look at times. While others he would look more like a person who never cared about what was happening around him. He has Blue-Grey eyes, a form of central heterochromia. He is pale skinned and has blond hair that seems to go from a pale white blond at the roots to Ash blond when it comes to his over all hair. He has very long hair over all, extending down to his butt, but is brushed, and maintained. Although it's brushed it is wavy, and seems to look like claws when it reaches his butt. He is rather slender, though athletic at the same time. He seems to be slightly anorexic however still perfectly fit. His eyebrows are maintained as well, groomed and seem to curve off to the sides of his head, fading as they seem to be his normal hair color. In the front of his hair he has 2 sections of very light blond hair. At some angles he looks like a very slender woman, and is often called miss, madam or misses. For reasons unbeknownst to him. Sometimes prompting him to answer in a feminine tone for fun.

He wears just about anything, not caring much about what others think of him. Ranging from his standard trench coat and steel toe boots, to sleeveless shirts and jeans. He is known to carry many knives on him at all times. And when one goes to pick up his trench coat it's like picking up a 50 pound weight. Making some people wonder if he is walking around with bullet proof armor or something of the sort. And when picking up his steel toe boots, they too seem to weigh at least 13 pounds each.

Description New:

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She is much shorter then she was as a man. Though still taller then the average women of the region. Standing at 5'6. She weighs now only 97 pounds, and seems to be fit to some extent.
History: Carl had a rather interesting life. Well, one could say it was interesting while others would say it was full of torment to him, and to others. He was born in the city, and brought to the suburbs. Where are a young age he was assaulted by a demonic entity. Though he doesn't know what it is to this day. He generally didn't pay much attention to it. It wouldn't be until later on in his life would he get a particular interest into those sort of things.

At the turning of his 8th birthday his family was torn apart, after what seemed to be a normal day from school he returned to school happy, as he generally was in general. And stumbled upon his parents whom were sitting around his sister. They asked for him to sit down, before both of them sitting down looking to both of the kids. They stated they were no longer going to be together. Which landed up making his sister ball her eyes out. While he remained calm, they had told him of this already. The only thing he needed to do was stay quiet. And just seem sad. However, many believe that day to be the day his smiling stopped.

For 4 years he wouldn't laugh or smile. Mostly he kept to himself, working over the normal school work, while slowly he had to fight back an odd distinct pleasure in the despair and misery of other people around him. He didn't notice it at first but the voices had become louder, and though he didn't let them win any fight, and for the most part was 100% stable. He couldn't help but notice how certain things would trigger him. He didn't quite understand it, and he wouldn't...not until he “died”.

He was playing with some friends when they decided it would be fun for them to train. As they fought one other for fun he was tripped over, sending him downwards towards the a pole. Causing him to break his nose on impact, sending the bones up from his nose towards his brain and the impact causing him to pass out.

Clinically he died for a few minutes. Though he re awoke suddenly. In a pool of his blood. His friends had been trying to look for help. However they were so far into the forest they were playing in that it pretty much was to no avail. That was, what they saw. To him he was abandoned by these so called friends. Although he was no longer the person he once was. His older self having died entirely and now only the voices remained, and his first victims were those who had abandoned him. He would go on, to use their fears, and destroy their lives, all willingly to his own pleasure. The almost erotic like feeling he got from seeing them suffer purged threw his mind. And would fuel his constant drive to torment anyone else.

I was at the end of middle school, in which he and a friend had planned out a rather interesting experiment. He was going to build a trap of sorts for his friends girlfriend. This wasn't because she was a good one either. She was rather cruel, having raped Carl just before, and still kept with her own boyfriend. The goal was to set up a basic fear trap, at least it was basic for Carl. He hadn't for a change paid attention to his friends location. And without thinking to much about it. He set the trap to work. It was going to be a sort of firing trap that would eventually drive the person in fear at a distance. Since his friend was insistent on them not leaving her barely alive. This would land up causing a problem, as his friend was standing before the launcher without him knowing it.

The girlfriend walked in, as it triggered blowing off a massive amount of his friends hair, head and others parts towards her from the explosion. Not killing him immediately his friend would lay dying on the ground while the girl screamed running for her life. He would watch him, and with a light exchanges of words made a deal to keep himself from doing such things ever again. The voices however didn't enjoy this new voice...this new building of the old personality that kept them at bay. And would constantly fight against it. To defeat the dominant in order to be free once more.

Club: Supernatural Investigation Club, or SIC for short.
SIC Data Base: (15 points to spend. You must have at least 1 point in each)
Fitness: 5
Theory: 6
Social: 4
Supernatural Experience: N/A

The Project of Blaz Academy

"The pamphlet your parents got a hold of sits nestled neatly on the kitchen table. It's rather bland coloring seemed to make it almost blend in with the other letters. But you were more then aware of what this was for, Blaz Academy. The school is said to be the best in the world, teaching all subjects one could even possibly want. Along with promise to put you into a perfect College or University of your choice. And if that wasn't enough, the school was 100% free to attend. To the point they would even pay for your flight to Saint-Petersburg. It was obviously, a dorm school, but it would get you out of your parents hair. Along with get you to explore all types of fields. The smile crawls on your face as you think about all the possible things you could do there. Living out a life some only dreamed of.

Of course this school was different. It was supported by it's sponsors, much like a private school, had a uniform for class events, and of course a restaurant section with it as well. To say the least, it was almost like a mini city. The school also only had one range of students. In order to focus more on each students needs. Meaning they didn't have seniors, only those who first come in. As such joining it was hard, with obviously so many wanting to get in. Who wouldn't want to go to a school wear the only thing you had to worry about was just eating?

You get closer to the pamphlet noticing the image of the school on it. It was like something out of an old Victorian movie. The building looked like it could rival Versailles in it's design and artwork. Massive, and from the looks of it it also was fairly modern. The class rooms had televisions in them. You were given a laptop and more it seemed. This school seemed to think of everything.

It wasn't long before you parents helped you pack your things, and gave you your ticket. There was only one way to enter the school, and that was with this ticket. Your cell and more where coming with you as well of course.

Welcome to Blaz Academy."

Welcome to the OOC section of the RP. Of course I would like to start out and say thank you for reading that little introduction of sorts. It's not really much. But I feel it's to give a general feel of the sort of excitement our characters and NPC's feel when it comes to this School.

Now to start, the Schools name isn't worth remembering after the first day. As your characters will no longer be at this school after that point. Will they know this? Of course not, it's all part of the fun. But they will no longer even be in Russia. They will be in Japan. And the added twist? They will be the opposite sex entirely when they wake.

This RP is a play on Sexual Genes, Horror and other means. The goals of it will be to survive in Kurone Academy. A place where on top of having different bodies, they also respond to a different name. They still remember their original identity but have no way to prove it. And they aren't even able to prove it if they wanted to. As such the characters must figure out how they came this way, and of course get a hold of themselves as they experience an entirely different aspect to themselves.

Now if you didn't understand. If you play as a male you will be actually playing as a female after the Entrance Ceremony is done. As you'll see in your profile template, you need 2 names, and 2 descriptions. Of course I could get further and ask for 2 personalities. But that will be optional.

The students will be part of the Supernatural Club. I see this as the best way at the moment to get them to meet again (if they meet before) in the role play. Aside from that, characters are free to be whatever they want. Though there are some rules one must remember when it comes down to it.

ROLEPLAY RULES

1. Like all Roleplays no Godmodding. This basically means you can't control another's actions in order to harm them, or without their permission.
-- Surprise Action Exception, your character is allowed to hug, kiss or other not aggressive things to another character which they can't react to. Such as "Stealing a kiss" or such actions. You can't Rape, or anything like that. So don't try it.
2. No meta-gaming, also known as your character doesn't know what you know. So just cause you know a character's name is "Fred" doesn't mean you character does. And in fact they probably don't unless they got the name by some means with an image.
2. For the sake of the Roleplay, you can't kill other characters (PC's/Students). Yes you can kill NPC's no problem. But Characters can't be killed by other people. This is because even though your character may hate another one, there are much worse things in this School then that one character. And attacking that character may trigger said events.
3. Your character sadly must join the supernatural club. They don't have to have an interest in it, but they must join it. This is because all other clubs will deny them entrance, either they are full or they don't want them. Think of it as an oddity to begin with.
4. Everyone besides PC characters, can kill you, or put you into death flags. The school staff, the city dwellers. Everyone is an enemy. That isn't all, as the entire city and more so the school is haunted. This isn't a place that is friendly. NPC's will die daily when the rp starts kicking up. Your character will have to figure this all out, as we the players try to guide them into survival.
5. Use the given Template to make a character.
6. Points are Awarded after certain Events, and can go unchanged for sometime.
7. Though this RP has a fairly Mature theme, follow the rules of the board.

Character Template and Information:

Original Name:
Japanese Name: (Remember your Japanese name is Last name first, and First name last)
Nick Name: (This is just a general nick name you may want to be known by. It doesn't have to filled out.)
Age: (15-18)
Original Sex: (Male or Female)
Sex: (This is the opposite of what you were before, so if you took male for Original, you are Female. Vise versa)
Personality Original: (This is your original personality. Un-tainted from the change)
Personality New: (Only fill this out if you feel you want a change in your personality to some extent.)
Description Original: (What did your character look like originally? How tall were they? Eye color and all that. You may use a picture here, but remember to put height down at the least :P )
Description New: (This is what your character looks like after the change. They don't have to resemble what they were at all. Or they can resemble their former selves. In the end, it's a change to the opposite sex.)
History: (What was your character like before going to the school. History can cover all the way up to just before the Ceremony.)
Club: Supernatural Investigation Club, or SIC for short.
SIC Data Base: (15 points to spend. You must have at least 1 point in each)
Fitness: (1-10)
Theory: (1-10)
Social: (1-10)
Supernatural Experience: N/A

Original Name:
Japanese Name: (Remember your Japanese name is Last name first, and First name last)
Nick Name: (This is just a general nick name you may want to be known by. It doesn't have to filled out.)
Age: (15-18)
Original Sex: (Male or Female)
Sex: (This is the opposite of what you were before, so if you took male for Original, you are Female. Vise versa)
Personality Original:
Personality New:
Description Original:
Description New:
History:
Club: Supernatural Investigation Club, or SIC for short.
SIC Data Base: (15 points to spend. You must have at least 1 point in each)
Fitness: (1-10)
Theory: (1-10)
Social: (1-10)
Supernatural Experience: N/A

Fun note: Your character can know about the supernatural, but they wouldn't have experienced what they will here. Thus they would know what they think they know, but it may or may not function like that.

The SIC data base pertains to your characters over all stats. In a basic understanding it's basically, how much you know, how fit you are, and how well can you communicate and gather information. The Supernatural Experience, is how many encounters you survived, or just investigated. Note that these apply only AFTER the transformation, and not before.

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Character List:
1. Miharu Chiba
2. Yuuki Sora
3. Nakamura Hideki
4. Unknown
5. Unknown

Current Timeline
Entrance Ceremony

If you have any questions feel free to ask. This RP is open to about 5 People, Currently 3 Are reserved (including myself) so it's open to 2 people. It's original, though it may have characters, or similarity to characters, i assure you they aren't the same. The club president (for supernatural investigation club) will be decided by the characters. I may extend the list if it gets enough interest. Also, approved characters will be moved into the Character list bank. Please post your characters here, or send them to me via pm. In order for us to work on them =D