Apokalipse

Freymont Academy - A place to live, love, and learn how to murder angels (Always Open)

@Apokalipse
Sure, I'll post up the headmaster's CS tomorrow as an example for the weapons, if you still have questions after that, I'll answer them then.

Initiation is where you are basically thrown into a cage with a wild animal I can throw up a list of frequently used animals for this part. The cage is very large, about a 75x75 yard base square. The height depends on the biome. The biome of the cage is programmable, it's usually set up in the natural biome of the wild animal. The bars on the cage are made of reinforced steel and are cylindrical, about an inch and a half in diameter. The spacing between the bars depends on the size of the animal, however, the max spacing is 2.5 inches apart. Not many people can squeeze out, but if they do they are disqualified. The point of this initiation process is to create a school that will train students who have the capability to be great. Even if the student is injured during this process, they still have the opportunity to be let in. The ultimate decision is up to the headmaster with some input from his assistant. Initiation tests the resourcefulness of a student, their mental strength, and physical strength. Also if a student happens to get into the school, the information learned during the process can be used to teach a specific student to their strength, using processes that the student can best understand. (Sorry for the rant)

@Knight of Doom

No, it's fine, it's very enlightening. (:

Salem Witches' Institute (Harry Potter): Recruit

Please just love me....

Aurora (Apokalipse x Engel)

28|5'7"|Officer

Salem Witches' Institute {Harry Potter}

Great! I'll put Ariadne in the character section then?

@Ghost Butt

S'all good. I hope more people join up soon, but it is Christmas, I guess.

Freymont Academy - A place to live, love, and learn how to murder angels (Always Open)

Could we have a bit more information on the initiation and the weapon aspect of the RP? Just so I can get a better idea ^_^

Hero Katsaros

Name:

Hero Katsaros

Gender:

Female

Age:

Eighteen

Year:

First Year – eight months

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"Do not mistake me for a coward like you."

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Likes:

• Rain
• Swimming
• Insects (especially bees and preying mantises)
• Organization
• Tea
• Gambling
• Studying
• Rules
• Colors: Pink and Grey
• Oranges
• Light perfume
• Berries
• Pottery
• Music
• Mushrooms
• Animal impressions

Dislikes:

• Sleeping with doors open
• Food touching other food
• Colors: Green and White
• Fresh juice
• Loud environment
• Overcooked meat
• Onions and peppers
• Hiccups
• Sand and dirt between toes
• Invasion of space

Biggest Fear:

On a physical level:

Fire

On an emotional level:

Dying from illness

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"Is that an oversized bird? Oh, no, my mistake. It's an angel."

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Weapon

Weapon:

Mjolnir is the combination of a war hammer and a three-section staff. While Mjolnir has the head of a war hammer, the staff connected to it has the ability to become disjointed when pulled apart and snapped, separating into three pieces. This allows Mjolnir to have flexibility when Hero needs it to, throwing in martial arts and catching the enemy off guard. Mjolnir is, nonetheless, able to stay rigid when Hero uses it as a war hammer, throwing her might into it and striking her enemies. The length of Mjolnir is four feet and a half, only a foot smaller than Hero herself. The ridged spikes on the hammer head are covered in auren as well as the long, extended spike on the opposite side of the hammer head.

Initiation:

During Initiation, when Hero stepped into swampy water, her heart dropped. However, it wasn’t until the crocodile grabbed onto her leg and dragged her to the depths of the makeshift swamp that she worried. The crocodile’s teeth pierced her leg muscles, tearing her flesh, and the dirty swamp water stung her eyes, making it hard for her to see. The crocodile began to roll, Hero’s head smashed against a rock one time before she managed to tear her leg from the crocodile’s grip, rendering her leg incapacitated. Before the animal could strike back, however, Hero wrestled with the creature, wrapping her arms around his snout and dragging it backwards until she heard the snapping of its spine. The animal hung limp in her arms and Hero swam to the surface, gasping for air, her leg useless until the medics retrieved her.

Skills:

Hero is flexible and strong, able to twist her body accordingly and slam her body weight into the throws of her hammer. However, only her shoulders are strong and her legs are particularly weak. She favors her right leg as the Initiation has left a permanent handicap in which her left leg is not as strong as it should be, and probably will never be. It is her weak spot and if targeted, she will most likely go down. Despite having fast reflexes and fighting know-how, Hero’s movements are completely readable and predictable because of the energy spent throwing her body into her attacks. The blonde tires quickly and she always aims for the kill, but it would be relatively easy for an opponent to outlast her. Hero possesses survival knowledge due to a fascination with nature as well as her studying habit.

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"I am not scared of them. I am a lion, not a lamb."

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Personality:

Hero was a natural born hunter, displaying predatory tendencies since she was a child. Like a lion, she is possessive and prone to outbursts of anger when her boundaries are pushed. However, like a tiger, she displays a cold intelligence that understands that sacrifice must be made. Hero has trouble making emotional connections, though she is not entirely sociopathic, but rather sees emotions as a liability and burden than a redeeming nature. As such, she has no need for lightly treading and empathy – Hero is blunt and caustic, saying what is on her mind and how she feels without a care for who she hurts. Though she acts mainly on logic and reason, always calculating every step or move and how it will affect her surroundings, Hero is not unlikely to act impulsively if her ire is provoked. Therefore, her hot-headed nature is her weakness to enemies and a point to strike if they want her distracted. Despite all her misgivings, the worst of all her traits is her arrogance – though, sometimes, it is not wrongly placed. Hero does not believe she is the best, as she knows that is not true, but she will look down on her enemies and fellow classmates with a cynicism if she believes she is stronger than them. Furthermore, those that wrong her will never get a second chance in her life as Hero is unforgiving and ruthless once she turns her back on someone, rage and betrayal blinding her. But Hero is not without her good points, either. Hero is a studious young woman who dapples in survival knowledge and relies heavily on book learning to support her training. She is intelligent and realistic, able to calibrate her situation carefully and mostly accurately, unless she is distracted by anger. When Hero says she will do something, though, she will do it as there is more stubbornness in her than a herd of bulls. Hero hates the idea of losing, even if it means losing to her, or anyone else’s, expectations, and therefore is determined and stubborn to do her best in everything she does. Conversely to her character, Hero can be very childlike as well. She enjoys sweet things, like children, and has no self control when it comes to instant gratification – she would rather have something now than wait for it later. She often lashes out like a child, wanting to hurt those that hurt her. And, well, she can be rather innocent when it comes to relations and displays a naivety that many her age do not have. Likewise, she tends to answer all opposition with violence rather than diplomacy.

Biography:

Fear causes people to do strange things: Hero understood this at a young age.

Born to a blacksmith and a Protican, Hero was the third child to the young Katsaros couple. Well, if you could call the two before her children – rather, they never were able to experience childhood like Hero was able to. Hero’s mother, Edda Katsaros, was a skilled Protican with an unparalleled hatred for Angels. Edda was a woman much like Hero, a stubborn hot-head who threw everything she had when angered; however, she oft threw too much of what she did not have and it cost her fertility. After taking too many blows to the abdomen, her passion for fighting the angels made it hard for Edda to conceive: the first child, Grimhuld, was a miscarriage; the second child, Ander, was a stillborn. If she had been born in a different time, a different place, Hero might have been called a miracle.

Edda Katsaros had been scarred after losing her second child and a terror grew in her heart. Edda became paranoid and delirious, believing that everyone was an angel coming to take away her daughter. Eventually, Hero’s father couldn’t take it anymore and left his wife, hoping that living away from him would help her heal. However, he was unable to take Hero with him as Edda held onto her with an iron grip. Edda became even more convinced that angels were targeting her, even believing that her ex-husband was an angel himself. Afraid that harm would come to her baby, Edda trained Hero since she was five to fight, and would expose her daughter to horrid tales – some were made up and some were true – in order to instill a fear in her daughter. She hoped that this fear would keep Hero alive. It did the opposite; Hero would freeze up when fighting and so Edda tried a new plan, teaching Hero a mantra for whenever she got scared: “I'm not scared of lambs, only lions.” When Hero was afraid, Edda taught her to repeat it over and over again.

Growing up, because of her mother’s paranoia, Hero often never hung out with other people, but instead spent her time training. She never resented her mother for working her hard, but instead saw it as a welcome leisure and grew to love training and studying. However, being cooped up with limited social interaction stunted Hero’s communal growth and thus has a hard time coping with others, often reacting with violence as that was the only thing she really knew. Every now and then, Edda would allow Hero to see her father, but only under intense supervision, much to his frustration. Edda still saw him as an angel there to take away her baby. When the time came, Edda relished in sending Hero to Freymont Academy, believing that there she would be safe from angels.

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"They're lions, mom...and I'm terrified."

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Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Okay, sweet. I'll hopefully will have a post up tomorrow (:

Freymont Academy - A place to live, love, and learn how to murder angels (Always Open)

Quick warning, when reviewing CS's I show no mercy and am a little blunt, so BlueAjah and I will discuss together and she'll give you the run down of our thoughts. Cause she's WAY nicer.

@Knight of Doom

I assure you I will take nothing personally as everything is a learning experience (:

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

So what has happened so far in the IC that should be noted? I plan to read one or two previous pages, but it'll be hard to get the entire picture.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Cosima Crestbloom

UserName:

Apokalipse

Character Name:

Cosima Crestbloom

Age:

Twenty-four

Mageblood Type:

Clima

Favoured Magic Class:

Aeromancy

Previous Magic Training:

No official training

Race:

Hybird - Naerse and Wood Elf

Appearance:

Cosima, a hybrid, was born with attributes familiar to both Wood Elves and Naerse Humans. Her skin is known for its silken qualities and milky color, pale and sickly-looking to others. Her nose is defined and small, like her elven mother, and her cheekbones high and marbled. However, her lips are shapeless and plump with a tendency to sweat, much like her human father. Her eyes are a deep, sorrowful icy blue with thick eyelashes that curve upwards. Underneath her eyes are sleepless bags, evidence of her many insomnia-ridden nights. Her ears do not have the point that most elves have, but instead are small and round compared to her face. She has the long, curling tendrils of her mother but has the dark brunette color and thickness of her father. In build, she is most like her mother, having a tall, slim build rather than the stocky squatness of her father and stands at 5’8” compared to her father’s 5’6” height. Cosima is typically seen in armor, but when she is relaxing she likes to don simples brown breeches and silken shirts with vests. Cosima hates wearing shoes, liking the feeling of grass on her feet – as such, her feet are calloused and rough.

Short Bio:

Cosima was always told that the love between her mother and father was beautiful. The little hybrid was always told stories about the heart wrenching passion that Fiske felt for Kasula. It was a forbidden romance as Kasula was already promised to an elven warrior and Fiske was married to an herbalist with a child on the way. However, each parent had a very different version to tell.

When fiske would gather Cosima into his lap, near the fire and a dog keeping them company, he would tell her of the pure, whole some love he had for her mother. He would start the tale out simple:

“Once upon a time, I was in Shimmerstone, visiting from the small town I lived in. I was making a delivery for my wife, Gunborg. An elf had heard of my wife’s expertly grown herbs and wanted a delivery of Hyssop. I arrived to the city – as beautiful and breathtaking as it is today – and immediately went to the client’s house. It was small house, with flowers hung from the windows in all colors. I knocked three times – only three times – on the door before a beautiful maiden opened the door. She had gorgeous silken hair made of pure gold and skin crafted from ivory. She smiled at me, sweeping back her arm and inviting me inside. I could not help but accept her invitation and I wandered inside, dressed in nothing but greased breeches and a torn, dirtied shirt. She fixed me tea – now that I look back on that time, the tea tasted quite awful, but when she asked, I could only say it was better than my wife’s. She introduced herself to me as Kasula Brushbrooke, soon to be Kasula Guilain. I still remember the sharp sting of disappointment in my heart. Despite the knowledge that it could never happen – me being married and she engaged – I still felt a flutter in my chest when her soft, unworked fingers grazed my own calloused ones. That afternoon we talked for so long, I had almost forgotten to give her the herbs. She took the package from my hand with such grace and her palm caressed mine. She must have been embarrassed as to having forgotten as well – she began to ramble about how she was having shortness of breath. Before I left that night, I promised I’d be back again with the best of Gunborg’s herbs to cure that nasty ailment of hers. And I did. Several times, matter of fact.

For years I visited her, we only talked those nights – I had meself a wife and a son, I couldn’t just very well throw that away, now could I? Still, it felt wrong to lie to Gunborg like that – and several times I had the mind to leave Shimmerstone and never come back. Kasula didn’t have need for my herbs anymore anyways and I had met her fiancé – Ruvaen, I believe his name was. He was a honorable lad, that one. Took care of Kasula as if she were a queen. But every time their wedding drew near, Kasula would postpone it. She says she wasn’t ready, but I think I knew the truth – she wasn’t willing to let me go.

The night you were conceived, I had come to visit Shimmerstone to deliver some motherwort and to finally end the friendship – if you could call it that – between your mother and me. But I just couldn’t do it. The sight of her took my breath away and I ended up forsaking my family that night. Later, when we discovered she was pregnant with you, I knew I had to leave my family back at the town beyond the mountains. Ingolf cried for me to come back and Gunborg ripped up her garden in anger, throwing the shredded pieces at me. But I wouldn’t change my decision for the world. I love your mother, more than I love life itself, and if I couldn’t be with her, then I’d rather have died in the mountains. You can imagine that Ruvaen wasn’t quite happy with your mother and me, he did quite like her, but he couldn’t very well marry your mother when another man’s baby was in her belly, now could he? Living with your mother, waking up every day to see her glowing face and tasting her awful tea, being the father of you…it’s the most blessed thing that has ever happened to me, love. I wouldn’t leave you two for the world.”

Of course, Cosima’s mother had another story to tell her daughter whilst lying on the floor in black, staring into the depths of nothingness:

“It’s the most wretched thing I have ever done, Cosima. Our love was not magical, it was not blessed – it was a consuming poison that blinded us and tainted our hearts. Love is a dangerous thing, dear. It’s a curse placed on us, a punishment. Yes, we were happy for a time. But was it worth it? Was loving your father worth this anguish in my gut, this hatred in my heart? I should’ve married that damned elven fool while I had the chance. Never love, Cosima. In the end, you will only be dead inside. In the end, you will only be alive and miserable while he’s out there somewhere being reborn as a herbalist’s husband. He never should have left her, or his son. I reckon she’s dead now, too.”

After Cosima’s father died, Kasula never left her abode in Shimmerstone. But instead wept and slept all day and all night. Her ex-fiancé, Ruvaen, eventually moved in to take care of the eight year old Cosima who did not quite understand what was happening. Perhaps out of a sense of duty to him, Kasula married him and lived her life as a shut-in seamstress. Ruvaen often entertained Cosima with tales of her father, Fiske, and his beautiful love for Kasula, but Cosima could sense his own heartache. They were never allowed to talk about him when Kasula was near and they avoided the house all together when they smelled the burning aroma of horribly brewed tea. It meant that Kasula was in an especially bad mood.

Ruvaen, a warrior, taught Cosima the art of fighting. He showed her the ways of the bow and the sword, but Cosima demonstrated a predilection for maces and axes. She enjoyed throwing her whole body into the movement rather than the graceful dance that Ruvaen liked. Ruvaen became much like a father figure to Cosima and he supported Cosima in everything she did, taking care of the family despite how Kasula and Fiske had wronged him. He never had a love or a child of his own, but instead his heart yearned for the bitter and cynical Kasula who he knew was further from his reaches than ever.

When Cosima was twelve, Kasula moved the family to New Sanguine, Djarkel on a whim. Ruvaen told Cosima that he believes it was hard for Kasula to live in Shimmerstone, where everything reminded her of her father. In Shimmerstone, Cosima had friends and was treated only slightly differently because of her hybrid nature. However, once she moved to Djarkel, Cosima experienced a harsher discrimination where people avoided her like she had the plague. People never outright said anything to Cosima, but it was obvious that her presence wasn’t wanted in Djarkel.

Cosima eventually grew up to be a bounty huntress, tracking down criminals in order to get fees to support her mother. Ruvaen continued to watch over her and her mother, working his own odd jobs here and there. He became a collector of sorts for information. When Cosima was tracking down a murderer, she went to Ruvaen for information on her bounty. He helped her track her mark down, but was called away by Kasula who needed Ruvaen to fetch her silk to make clothes from. On her own, Cosima fought against the murderer before he held her head underwater, attempting to drown her after her weapon was knocked away. When Cosima believed she was on the verge of death, she felt energy awaken inside of her and she was able to grab a rock and beat the murderer to death with it. With her mageblood unlocked, Cosima went to Ruvaen for advice who advised her to go to the college.

Good Attributes:

As a half-elf, Cosima possesses a nimble body, able to climb just about anything as well as move swiftly and quickly. Nonetheless, her ability relies in her obstinate way of fighting. When battling, she fights like a berserker, throwing everything she has at once. She batters her enemy until they give up and is proficient with maces and axes. She has a sharp sense of sight and hearing, though it is duller than full elves, and is a master tracker.

Bad Attributes:

Conversely, when fighting, it is easy to predict Cosima’s movements and those stronger than her can quickly overpower her because of her way of fighting. She is clumsier than her brethren and tires quickly when fighting. Her opponents only need to outlast her in order to defeat her or get her away from her weapon. Cosima is horrible at travelling and has no ability on a horse, and is rather scared of them, really. She is also apt to get distracted easily.

Secret Word:

Rebirth

Aurora (Apokalipse x Engel)

The world of Aurora is filled with magnificent technology and artificial intelligence, but is mostly known for the shimmering, streaming lights that fill the sky every night. It is known as the Aura and all life is borrowed from the Aura, but must eventually return to the Aura. :

Humans
Humans can harness the Aura. Each person receives one ability from the Aura and all of their powers fall under certain castes: Military, Workers, Aristocrats, and Nobles. Under each category are subcategories that determine the human’s job.

MILITARY

OFFENSIVE

1. Knight – fights on foot
2. Cavalry – fights on horse
3. Navy – fights on water
4. Flighters – fight in air on top of phoenixes
5. Archers – fight from a distance
6. Politicians, sometimes

DEFENSIVE:

1. Bellator – bodyguards of royals
2. Bulwarks – guards of the Colonies
3. Constables – police

WORKERS:

PEACEFUL

1. Cooks
2. Healers
3. Clergy
4. Teachers
5. Politicians, most of the time
6. Animal trainers
7. Etcetera

Humans were once united under one kingdom, but has since adopted city-state like system called Colonies. Colonies are round, dome buildings that posses all houses, stores, government areas, and such and such. Generally, there is peace amongst the Colonies as they rely on each other for food and other production. There are several Colonies around Aurora, but most of them are in the continent of Atlantis. In Atlantis, a place mostly controlled by humans, there are around twenty-three Colonies:

1. Aether
2. The major military colony, Lux
3. Sphinx, known for its educational system
4. Fae, known for building technology
5. Flutterby, center for international relations
6. Saccharon, known for architecture
7. Eden, agricultural center
8. Aeris, known for manufacturing
9. Argent, known for manufacturing
10. Aurum, known for manufacturing
11. Silva, known for lumber
12. Angelus, known for agriculture
13. Ager, agriculture
14. Rus, agriculture
15. Dolor, the center for drinking, gambling, smoking, prostitution, etc. (The Las Vegas of Aurora)
16. Poltergeist, known for criminal activities and gangs and named for being supposedly haunted
17. Leprechaun, mainly filled with rich people and politicians
18. Charybdis, mainly fishing and trading, is on the edge of the sea
19. Troy, law enforcement center
20. Talos, a place known for science
21. Dain, a mining Colony
22. Galar, the mining center
23. Brokkr, a mining Colony

Each Colony is ruled by an oligarchial system that controls most aspect of people's lives inside the domes.