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Academia Abyssus: Adventures in a Modernized Hell

Marianne was soaring through the air when she was met with a fist. It hit her right in the stomach. She landed on the guy, letting out a rather loud "Fuahhh!" It wasn't any day that someone would punch you when they're asleep. Marianne landed right on the man. It hurt for both parties. Marianne had no idea that wrestling hurt that much.

"So are we supposed to be doing something, or are you just happy to see me?" Marianne heard. She was quite confused by this. She didn't know what they were supposed to be doing. She just thought it was like WWE. The next bit confused her even more. Are you just happy to see me? What was the meaning in that? Does she enjoy the company of the man? Does she want to be with him? Just what is happy? What does happy mean?

These thoughts only an idiot could have were cut short by the next question, "Well, I don't even know you, so nevermind. At least tell the dude you just bodyslammed what's going on." Marianne, again, didn't actually know what was going on. She was just as confused as she was (which is saying a lot because she was awake the entire time). Marianne looked around. There were many people fighting around her. Each one in an arena like their own.

"I think we supposed ta fight." She said. She turned her body so she was also facing up. She laid on his chest sideways, and grabbed his leg. She pulled on it, bringing it over her shoulder.

The Necromancer's Curse

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"From the Stomping Isles ere do I come."

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Name:
Olerus of Fontguard

Race:
Centaur

Age:
57

Appearance:
Olerus stands at the tall height of 7'1". His horseback is at about 3'7", and he is about 5'6" long. He weighs around 620 pounds, which is below average for the Centaurs.

Equipment:
Olerus has his Elderwurm Bow, which is covered in leather strips. He has a quiver made from a thick leather. The quiver is always filled with arrows, which Olerus has to make for himself. The arrows are much heavier than standard arrows. He also carries a bag with him. The bag is filled with various vials, each vial has a coloured powder in it.

Abilities:
Heavy Bow Archery
Olerus' archery is much more terrifying than the standard. Olerus uses a heavy bow with heavy arrows at a close range. Due to his strength, the technique works exceptionally well.

Mana Font Caretaker
Olerus can create and tend to Mana Fonts, a source of magic for the Centaurs. Not that it's useful, or anything. No Centaur is able to use it anymore.

Horse
People can ride Olerus.

Curse Effects:
Centaurs, due to their low level magic, have lost all of their innate magic abilities.

Affiliation:
Enchanter's Guild

Personality:
Olerus is a fierce warrior, willing to fight to the very end. He's not extremely intelligent, but he gets by. He trains and trains. Whenever he doesn't have to do something for the guild, he works on his archery. He mourns the loss of the Centaur's queen and his tribe's Matriarch often. Besides being a rough fighter, out of combat, he is quite wordy and meek. This split is caused by his aggressive Centaur nature, and his responsibilities as a caretaker for the mana fonts.

The Necromancer's Curse

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"From the Stomping Isles ere do I come."

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Name:
Olerus of Fontguard

Race:
Centaur

Appearance:
Olerus stands at the tall height of 7'1". His horseback is at about 3'7", and he is about 5'6" long. He weighs around 620 pounds, which is below average for the Centaurs.

Equipment:
Olerus has his Elderwurm Bow, which is covered in leather strips. He has a quiver made from a thick leather. The quiver is always filled with arrows, which Olerus has to make for himself. The arrows are much heavier than standard arrows. He also carries a bag with him. The bag is filled with various vials, each vial has a coloured powder in it.

Abilities:
Heavy Bow Archery
Olerus' archery is much more terrifying than the standard. Olerus uses a heavy bow with heavy arrows at a close range. Due to his strength, the technique works exceptionally well.

Mana Font Caretaker
Olerus can create and tend to Mana Fonts, a source of magic for the Centaurs. Not that it's useful, or anything. No Centaur is able to use it anymore.

Horse
People can ride Olerus.

Curse Effects:
Centaurs, due to their low level magic, have lost all of their innate magic abilities.

Affiliation:
Enchanter's Guild

Personality:
Olerus is a fierce warrior, willing to fight to the very end. He's not extremely intelligent, but he gets by. He trains and trains. Whenever he doesn't have to do something for the guild, he works on his archery. He mourns the loss of the Centaur's queen and his tribe's Matriarch often. Besides being a rough fighter, out of combat, he is quite wordy and meek. This split is caused by his aggressive Centaur nature, and his responsibilities as a caretaker for the mana fonts.

Academia Abyssus: Adventures in a Modernized Hell

Marianne was suddenly in an arena. She didn't quite remember anything from earlier; it was like her brain was never writing anything down. Not that it wrote things down in the first place. She mustered all of her mental strength and remembered earlier.

Marianne was falling. It wasn't quite pleasant. The landscape was quite hellish. Probably because they were in hell. She fell onto a net, and was turned into a Marianne-sandwich when they all were smooshed into the large net bag.

Then she fell onto a carpet. She didn't move. She was too confused to move. The blackened skies turned into something rather normal. Not too interesting, by Marianne's standards. People were yelling and arguing between themselves. Marianne was kind of just drifting off at this moment.

The arenas came and formed. That's when Marianne decided to stand up. She was put into some sort of square-ring. She saw to the right of her was some sort of mini-rapier. Marianne simply ignored this. She looked forwards and saw a man sleeping in the other corner. She searched what little she knew and remembered something very important. The entire situation reminded her of WWE. Her confused look turned into a grin when she began to run at the sleeping man. Once she was close to him, her mouth opened. "BODY SLAM!" She yelled out, leaping into the air, her body starting to fall directly above the sleeping man.

Academia Abyssus: Adventures in a Modernized Hell

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"I ain't no idiot!"

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Name:
Marianne Lavoie
Gender:
Female
Age:
16
Appearance:
Standing at the modest 5'5", and weighing 122 pounds is Marianne. Her clothing attire is very light. She usually opts for a t-shirt and shorts, even when it is snowing. People have never seen her without her baseball cap.
Personality:
Marianne is an idiot. Plain and simple. She is quite sensitive on this fact. She usually hits people who calls her an idiot with her skateboard that she always keeps with her. She is more driven by a sense of wanderlust; she wants to see the world. She feels that her life is too short to spend it learning (even though she should). She just wants to see the world (though she should really study).
Biography:
Marianne was born in the Quebec city of Quebec City, Quebec. Her life was quite humdrum. She lived quite diligently. She would study, and hang out with friends. This changed when she reached the ripe age of 7, and she stopped studying. She had no ambition in life, really. Studying was too boring, friends were hard to make for her since she seemed so stupid and her parents didn't care for her as much as their other two children. Marianne just wanted her life to go on and end.

This changed when she was given a skateboard by her uncle, Jean Baptiste Lavoie. Uncle Jean was a nice man; he cared for Marianne. More so than his brother, Marianne's father. This was probably a mix of pity for Marianne's unloved self, and Uncle Jean being unable to have children himself. Uncle Jean took Marianne to Montmorency Falls Park for her birthday. It was a nice place, but it sparked something; something that would give Marianne a reason to live. To the 7 year old Marianne, it was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. She wanted to see more things like it. She wanted to travel.

She lived out 9 years in peace. Sure, she didn't study, but she managed to luck through every class with 51%. Every single one. Teachers were confused. She was in a quite rebellious phase at the time. She dyed her hair, chose to mostly wear red (and less) clothes. Her parents weren't worried. They frankly didn't care. She always carried her skateboard with her. It was the only possession that she loved.

She had gotten a call from the hospital on her birthday; it was Uncle Jean. He had cancer, and decided not to tell any of his family. He was about to die, and as his last wish, he wanted to see Marianne. Marianne (after a lot of yelling) got her mother to drive her to the hospital. There she saw Uncle Jean. He was a shell of his former self. He was weak, his muscles atrophied. After a short conversation, Jean whispered into Marianne's ear, and then passed away. So distraught from his death, Marianne didn't stop crying until her death. Which was one hour later.
Death Scenario:
Marianne was being driven home from the hospital. Her wailing filled the car. Her mother, actually caring for once, let her cry. After all, her mother did like Uncle Jean. Perhaps a little too much, but that's beside the point. What they didn't know was that there was a large truck coming up in front of it, the lights off. As soon as it was noticed, it was too late. The truck crashed into the small sedan, crushing it, and instantly killing her mother and making Marianne go unconscious for a short period. The bald driver of the other car was panicked. He needed to do something, so he did the most rational thing; he siphoned the gas of the sedan, poured it inside, and then lit a match. The inside was burning, and the man ran away. Kind of stupid since he was in the middle of a highway, but again, beside the point. Marianne awoke to fire creeping up her body, burning her flesh. She was unable to move since she probably broke many ribs, both arms sideways, probably her entire skeleton twice, and her skateboard was probably lodged in her stomach. The fire consumed the barely awake Marianne, killing her slowly.

The bald driver was caught 200 meters out, dead from exhaustion.

He ate too much poutine.

God bless the Quebecois.
Phobias:
Fire, cars, bald people, being ousted as an idiot by others
Skills:
Quebecois Crashing Cracker: Marianne is extremely skilled at using her skateboard as a weapon. A bad, ineffective one, but it works.

Marianne is also pretty good at climbing buildings. She also knows how to wrestle; not the actual wrestling, mind you. I'm talking about the "WWE SMACKDOWN VS RAW: JOHN CENA vs THE ROCK" wrestling.
Power:
Wondrous Wonder
Theme Song:
Placeholder (still)

Academia Abyssus: Adventures in a Modernized Hell

Rub-a-dub-dubs, I'm here now; scrubs.

Legend of the Leviathan || Steampunk Pirate RP ||

RIP Aivya.

I guess she's AivyaGuardin' that booty of hers.

Legend of the Leviathan || Steampunk Pirate RP ||

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None for me T^T?

@Kimiyosis

You aren't too pretty so [G]imi-yo-sis.

Legend of the Leviathan || Steampunk Pirate RP ||

@Ellion Girl, are you burning toast, 'cause you are smokin'

@Xikari chan You must be kitten to not come home with me.

@c3p-0h Do you like the colour blue? 'cause I can blue you away.

@Bird gurl, are you a lovebird? 'cause I want to fly with you forever.

@dooly I have nothing.

Academia Abyssus Int Chek

So masochistic, huh? That should work well with her power. XD

And go post it in the CS thread.]

@Ostarion Stop creeping and say something.

@ERode

He's playing Dork Souls.

(also I want to join this).