cerozer0

Academy 218: Still looking for new people to join - now is the primetime.

Hey J, just wanna make sure Vi's power is OK with you. Mind checking it out?

do u wanna rp kids with powers in a school????? yes.

Samson

"D-Don't Worry! Everything is under control!"

Name: Samson Cull
Age: 6
Gender: Male
Height|Weight: 3'3" | 34lbs

Physical Appearance:
Short, thin, and frail, Samson's body is more comparable to a little girl's. Though he is as fit as a fiddle and active to boot, Sam is obviously going to be on the short and skinny side for the rest of his life, much to his despair. Long, curly blonde hair frames his round face and large green eyes peer out from beneath pointed bangs. He will at times dawn glasses during class, further strengthening the largeness of his gaze, and they will often slide down to rest just at the tip of his extremely small nose. Small lips stand out against porcelain skin, and round cheeks flush red at even the slightest mistake. Though his body is otherwise bare of blemishes, he has tattooed magic circles onto the palms of his hand out of curiosity. They have yet to go away, and always seem to cause trouble in the end. Normally dresses in rather cute but fancy outfits, his favorite being a white button up and black overall shorts. He likes to dress cutely, and even favors dressing up in his sister's old gowns and skirts on sunnier days.

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Race:
Witch, or just a human with magical properties. This hereditary trait was gained from his mother, though her powers lay dormant and unknown.

Bad Habit(s):
When upset or nervous, small magical anomalies appear close by. Most are harmless, like a sudden toad or two appearing on the windowsill, but he has also been able to make thunder storms brew in seconds. Eve tries her best to keep him calm in an effort to stop these sudden magical influxes from harming anyone or thing. Other than that, Samson is very clumsy, especially when it comes to spell casting, so be wary of haywire wand swishes.

Petals: Two
Repercussions:
Spells cast accidentally will normally backfire onto him and will last for a maximum of two hours. Latest backfire had left him as a rabbit for a good hour. It wasn't very fun.

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Family:
The Cull household is, uh, religious to say the least. Both of the kids' parents are rather obsessed with Christianity, so when they discovered that one of their children was a witch and the other was practically possessed they hightailed them out of the house to live with their Aunt Perry. Aunty Perry is a very eccentric witch with a reputation for putting silly curses on any neighbors who dare tread across her lovely overgrown yard. The siblings adore her.

History:
The Cull household was generally quiet and calm... Until this magic-making child was born. His first days in the ranch-style abode were simply a blur of furniture raising and books vanishing. Mr. and Mrs. Cull thought that their child was possessed by a demon, but the more he grew the less these odd occurrences happened, and besides, Eve seemed to adore him. He was treated normally up until the year he turned four. That's when the... Accident took place. The accident that left Eve in a coma for a good year. Samson, who's development as a witch had come faster than most could expect, tried his best to revive his sister, blaming the whole ordeal on himself, and then one day, on the eve of her eighth birthday, one of his potions succeeded, and Eve was up within moments, trying to scream but failing, eyes bulging at things others could not see.

Well, if that didn't scar a kid then what did? Anyway, in the next year both children were shipped off to Aunt Perry, a chubby woman with a smile that filled her eyes and an array of dead creatures hanging in her kitchen. She trained Samson in the black arts, though eventually she had to send both off to the Academy in an effort to control both his sudden magical outbursts and his sister's poltergeist-ish tendencies.

Other:
Taught himself sign language so he can understand Eve's frantic gestures.

Eve

"So sorry about my brother... He's a bit clumsy"

Name: Eve Cull
Age: 9
Gender: Female
Height|Weight: 4'4" | 52lbs

Physical Appearance:
Eve is definitely Samson's brother, those who gaze upon the two could probably mistake them for twins if not for Eve's height and oddly pale ways. Her flesh is pure white, so pure that her veins appear dark blue and any bruises and burns stand out almost disgustingly well. Her body is thin and frail, obviously weak, and her cheeks which were once sullen from lack of eating have begun to fill out with youth once again. Odd green-blue eyes stare out from beneath blonde eyelashes, seeming to glow from within with an unnatural light, and long, fluffy blonde hair tangles at her lower back easily. Her knees and legs are often covered in band-aids and bruises from constantly chasing after her bother or simply exploring. Despite her adventurous personality, Eve does enjoy dressing up in girly dresses, and especially loves to wear her nightgowns whenever she can. She has a single magical tattoo on her right shoulder, given to her by Aunt Perry in an effort to keep ghosts away while she sleeps.

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Race:
Human, but like a haunted human. She can see ghosts and they always seem to gather around her, appearing as odd, colorful lights which she calls Wisps or Wispys. They react to her emotions which often leads to telekinetic accidents.

Bad Habit(s):
Frustration and embarrassment often leads to a wind-swept room. The ghosts that surround her all react to negative emotions, and when Eve is feeling fussy they react violently, lifting papers and books and, depending on how angry she is, bigger objects like chairs and desks. Though it doesn't happen as often as the telekinetic tantrums, Eve also has a slight tendency to become slightly possessed. A possessed Eve is usually very unresponsive and depressed, yet entirely too driven to escape public eye, so she can often be seen getting up in the middle of class to hide in the nearest closet until she is able to dispel the unwanted entity.

Petals: Four

Repercussions:
Eve's repercussions often lead her to falling asleep very suddenly. She grows extremely drowsy and irritable, and then can ultimately be found napping at her desk or simply laying in the middle of the hall, out like a light. A rarer repercussion is when she is actually a repellent of spirits for a few minutes, and though she pretends to enjoy this side effect it ultimately leaves her feeling helpless and alone. They are eventually drawn back though, and the whole cycle begins again.

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History:
TBA

Other:
The same accident that gave Eve her supernaturally desirable body also seemed to take away her ability to speak. Eve is mute and communicates through writing and sign language.

do u wanna rp kids with powers in a school????? yes.

Guess wh o's interested

Me

Academy 218: Still looking for new people to join - now is the primetime.

So I lied, CS will most likely be finished on Wednesday and cleaned up by Thursday if needed. Will continue to make small edits from my phone until then. (:

Academy 218: Still looking for new people to join - now is the primetime.

X

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Interested!

(lmao totally didnt notice the ooc thing)

The Road To Indigo (Pokemon RP: Chapter 1: Intros and Out We Goes!) (Open for Applications!)

Around the two, people spoke and laughed and creatures rose from the water. Nothing really different from cities in Hoenn, thank God the annoyances of towns and cities were similar, it would make avoiding them easier in the end. Sybil stared at the ground intensely, blocking out any toxic emotions that dared to claim her brain while Lapis trotted quickly beside her, a look of pure joy on his face. He was obviously enjoying the sun and breeze of Pallet Town, and from his wandering eyes Sybil could tell he was rather curious of the others surrounding them. She clicked her tongue to get his attention, and with playful eyes she seemed to say,

I'm sure you'll make many friends later on

And that simple look was enough to give the Aron an extra hop in his already small step. Sybil turned her eyes to the sea, catching only a glimpse at the blue-scaled body of a Gyarados by the dock she had just escaped from. A magnificent Pokemon, both strong and beautiful, and though Sybil was rather unfamiliar with the species she couldn't help but let her curiosity grow from just a simple look. Glancing even further, she saw many unknown Pokemon with their trainers, most as young-looking as Lapis, and with her growing wondering thoughts she seemed to fail to notice the sudden presence behind her. Until it, well, threw her to the earth, that is.

Sybil collapsed as the sudden force drove her downwards, dust spilling into her mouth and coating her front. Lapis cried out with surprise at her sudden fall, though he didn't attempt to help her up, seeing as he was rather small still. Someone landed behind them after the initial fall, cursing out in what Sybil could assume to be pain or annoyance. She rose after a moment of silent and unhelpful composure, and as soon as she glanced upon the slightly taller girl behind her a feeling of rage seized her brain, causing her cold-like expression to crack with unforeseeable anger. She attempted to control her tongue and her reaching empathy, but this doll-faced girl before her just seemed to emit an unnatural amount of rage. Sybil felt her mouth twitch, eyebrows furrowing as she turned around quickly and jabbed a finger at the girl's chest, her head coking to the side as she hissed out an angry,

"Where the hell were you looking?" She took a second to stand and make a show of brushing herself off before glowering down at the white-haired stranger with growing annoyance, "who do you think you are?" Sybil felt a sneer paint her face at the girl's harsh glare, and she took no time to narrow her eyes as well, feeling tension grow within her like untamed ivy.

This is what they call 'picking a fight', huh?

They Dwell Below

unable to finish, sorry

❀✿❀✿Spring in Autumn

Scully "Wildchild" Vagabond

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"Are you kidding me? It's not that cold."

Wildchild tilted his head at the sight of the blushing boy, but thoughts to question his redness vanished as the other spoke of a nearby forest. That'd be interesting to navigate! The soft breeze failed to chill him, instead blowing his bangs softly from his eyes and vanishing behind the skyline like a distant memory. Wildchild nodded at the poetic thought, a sly smirk painting his bruised face, and then he turned to the other Scully, jogging in place lightly as if to visualize his excitement.

"Come on, man, lead the way!" He would have kept up his constant jumping if not for his aching legs and a sudden chirp from behind. He glanced back after a sudden stop and felt his shoulders rise in horror at the sight of a rather fat pigeon wandering towards the curb. He inched away slightly, feeling panic rise in his throat, but after a sideways (and somewhat horrified) glance at Babyface he puffed out his chest, closed his eyes, and stomped in the bird's general direction. Hoping the sudden reaction to the hopefully unseen bird was casual yet assertive, he opened one eye and laughed a heavy, forced laugh. The pigeon was gone, thankfully, and with slight embarrassment he shoved his hands into his sweatshirt pockets and once again yelled,

"Hurry up!"

The Abandoned

Expect an app soon. This looks really interesting.