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Madam Lilith School for Supernatural

As Fafnir stepped into his room he didn't have time to take in the differences of what he was used to, as he would quickly begin to remove his armor, piece by piece, until he was left in a small vest and trousers. Deciding which bed to claim, Fafnir would go back to his chest plate he left on the ground, and turned it over so the back was facing up. Lifting the cape from the piece revealed three small chests, each large enough to hold a small sum of items. He removed the chests from the armor, and would open each one to inspect. in two of these chests were a small heap of gold coins, jewels, and other abundances of precious metals. While the third chest contained a few ancient and rusted artifacts, one of them being a gold and wooden cross, another a pendant with a dull emerald crest. A few other such treasures were piled up in that chest. Grinning at his treasure, He would close the hatch to the third chest and hide it under his bed. Then he would proceed to take the other two chests and dump all of its contents onto the bed, spreading out multiple gold pieces over his sleeping area, making an abundance of metallic coins clashing into each other. Since he had no clue on how to operate a light switch, the room was dark with only his fire-like eye giving light, and that of which reflected grimly off of the now gold covered bed. He'd then leap into the moderate heap of treasure that he had made, and would roll and submerge somewhat into it, showering himself with coins. Once he began to settle, he would sprawl over his heap. His tail slithering to a curve around the end of his bed and acted as a border to prevent more gold to fall onto the floor, while his two hands laid on parallel sides to the gold in front, and his legs mimicking this in the back, while his head laid flatly on one side of the gold covered bed. While most would find this uncomfortable, no other method of sleeping pleased Fafnir greater than this. As he laid there, his eye slowly began to close, facing the door somewhat in vision.

Madam Lilith School for Supernatural

The moment he made contact with the undead's hand Fafnir would shiver from how cold he felt, like a dead corpse. He'd almost burst into flames had his conscience not intervened. Fafnir would try to keep his own composure and nodded to the teacher. "I think I will" He said as he looked to the key, remembering the directions he'd given him. He was slightly curious about avoiding the darkness, but regardless he would head to his room.

walking down the halls in the growing dusk lighting wasn't difficult for Fafnir due to his eye practically acting as a small torch or candle. Moving up the spire, he was curious of all the strangers he would meet, and that of the stranger who was to share his room, which he began to dread. The concept of sharing didn't speak well to him. Finding his room, he placed the large ancient key into the lock, opened the door, and entered his room.

Supernatural City (Always Accepting)

So when in this role play going to start?

Madam Lilith School for Supernatural

@WizardGirl How are rooms going to be ordered? aside from the same sex rule will students be assigned the number to their room or do they sort it out themselves?

Madam Lilith School for Supernatural

@Whimsley
Seeing this odd stranger was rather, mixed. At first it was a relief that there were other oddities here, but at the same time, his presence was unpleasant. He seemed weak yet something about his presence was terrifying, a presence not even myself would normally try to top. While watching him speak I decided to humble myself, and nod."Oh I must be late then, sorry." I'd give a bow to who I assumed must have been some authoritative figure, an old one at that. I could at least respect his elderly status, as his wisdom must be grand. As I hurried inside I'd nearly hit my head on the door way, lowering it just enough so my helmet avoided contact. "May I ask where will my room be?"

Supernatural City (Always Accepting)

Name: Drake

Appearance: 5'10, dark blue hair. Ruby eyes, a pair of blue, bat like wings, and a reptilian tail of the same color with a barb on its tip. Pale skin tone and slender in physique.


(minus outfit, add in a tail and the crimson eyes.)
Age: 5,010. (appears around 18)

Powers: Draconic traits, transformation

Crushes/relationships: None

Bio: Reclusive of his past, optimistic to the present and future

Personality: Patient, friendly.

Other: Once a human dracomancer, at some point the spirit of a dragon tricked him into forming a ritual to make the two of them a drakken, resulting in the new being to have a homogeneous mixture of their two souls. While still a dracomancer, Drake tries to shy away from his draconic instincts as half of his 'soul' wishes for the wrath and destruction common with most dragons.

Strange Family

Name: Jordan.
Age: 12
Gender: Male
Power: Primeval spirits. (Dragon spirits that watch over him.)
Info: Since birth, Jordan was surrounded by paranormal activity, however the forces that watched over him were rarely seen. His power allows him to temporarily materialize the spirits that serve him. These ghosts of long dead dragons come in many forms, serpent like, or saurian like. Their forms are either in the method of a brief attack or defensive aura, such as having several serpentine dragons form off of him as aura and guard him from projectile attacks, or being launched themselves as an energy bolt. Regardless of their form or method, their made up of spiritual energy, which is an otherwordly power. In the case of the dead dragons their energy can mimic the forms of fire and solid matter. The power to summon these spirits can be exhausting and there is a limit to how much he can do with them before he becomes too weak to cast any of them. The dragons are also of free will, they can summon themselves at the expense of his energy without his permission, or disobey his orders should they feel like it. Further more it is difficult to command them, he found that using some sort of stick or baton is the best method to transfer and communicate orders to his summons. The spirits share a telepathic communication with Jordan, many of which taunt him, others encourage him. Some may help him, insult him, or give him bad advice. They even argue with each other from time to time. It is common for Jordan to get a headache.

Appearance: Black hoodie with white to shirt, with black sweatpants that have red stripes, and white sneakers. Deep blue eyes with pale skin and a small scrawny build.

Crushes/relationships: Too busy talking to his 'imaginary friends' to focus on such things.

Other: Tends to be anti social. Outsiders that dont know about his power would think he'd be talking to imaginary friends, since while the dragons can speak to his mind, Jordan has to talk out loud in order to communicate.

Fairy Tail

After being lost in the streets for a hours, Sylus finally found the guild he was searching for. Not too far away from his sight was fairy tail. A genuine smile broke his face from a neutral expression as excitement filled him. Hoping this would be where he belonged, with his staff on his back, he walked over to the guild building. However as he drew closer a thought grew on his mind. It had just occurred to him that he had no idea how to join a wizards guild, being detached from society for so long didnt help either. This grew into anxiety as he sat down and held his forehead, contemplating on what to do.

Fairy Tail

@KatherinWinter I updated it, good now or does it still need some nerfing?

Fairy Tail

@KatherinWinter alright