Diabolic

In a new world, in a new galaxy is an Academy of Magical Talents and Draconic Arts

I have, yes.

Krrstria

I assume sense you said
"Wrote the IC , not much plot development there, but feel free to post after submitting your char profiles~"

I can just go ahead with the RP and change any problems you have later, if any.

Krrstria

Username: Diabolic

Name: Edge Danheir (Mostly a secret)

Nickname: Wolf of Swyn

Age: Unknown - believed to be around 27

Appearance:



The wolf is associated with his wolf-like mask and fur cape, his armor is menacingly sharp,
bolts hold it together as well as an underlying tough leather suit to deflect cuts and scrapes.

Gender: Male

History: The Wolf earned his nickname when betrayed a group rebels he worked with from Swyn, (this is because he is a traitor) he was originally born in Krrstria, He was ambushed by Imperials. Instead of being assassinated they offered him a chance to turn on his colleagues. He was a skilled swordsman, and still is. He gave up his friends for a seat at the Empire. He was given full body armor to hide his true identity. He is feared across Nations, few who choose to fight him make it out alive, and this is because they just barely escaped. Many believe that The Wolf is a myth, and he has been around long enough to inspire stories of betrayal, honor, and loyalty.

Nation: Krrstria (birth)

Weapon/Skills: The Wolf is an exceptional swordsman, revered as one of the best to few who fought with him.
He is quick, though his sword is huge, and his armor tight linked.

Magical Affinity: Strength (Black Magic) - Strength Magic allows The Wolf to utilize pure physical force as a form of offense and defense.
He also is telepathic and telekinetic, however his telepathy does not work while he wears his full body armor, and he also cannot be affected by another person's telepathy because of this as well.
His telekinesis is slight, he can hold objects and pull small people but weight is almost doubled while doing so. He usually only uses the power for pushing and pulling enemies at close to medium range.

Affiliation: Empire

extra: Many people believe that The Wolf is a myth. for ones that know of his existence, bloodshed and plague comes to mind.

In a new world, in a new galaxy is an Academy of Magical Talents and Draconic Arts

Life studied the faces in the circled, as well as a few people falling still.
He mumbled to himself quietly.

"Cats ears, human, human... Human .. Perhaps wolf.. thing?.. A vam-" he was stricken, another vampire could be bad for him. He wasn't really into the whole 'friendship' thing usually. And having someone like him would only make it more effective to aquire one. He thought.

*what will become of me*

Other people chattered on, some introducing themselves still. Some murmuring, whispering to themselves.

In a new world, in a new galaxy is an Academy of Magical Talents and Draconic Arts

looking around, waiting for someone to talk, Life never really volunteered to go first in anything, he didn't particularly speaking in public. But there was no answers just jumping out and he was as confused as he assumed everyone else was. He glared at some of the others. Waited for some ti stop talking.

"So about introductions, I'de prefer an explanation, perhaps to go home"

He was hesitant, not sure what to even say.

"Actually, Where the heck are we, the painting?"

New Haven

YOU WILL FIND MY CHARACTER SHEET NOTHING LESS THAN SUPERB :) This RP will be a blast lol

New Haven

All finished with the app

In a new world, in a new galaxy is an Academy of Magical Talents and Draconic Arts

Not knowing what else to do, Life gathered himself and began following the other people falling out of the sky, he hesitated to greet them, being somewhat of the loner he was. One girl he noticed with pink hair and cat ears was somewhat near him, he held his hand up halfway and waved slightly, looked around for a second and began following some others.

In a new world, in a new galaxy is an Academy of Magical Talents and Draconic Arts

There was a storm warning in the area, Life hated loud noises. It wasn't that thunder or lightning scared him, he just didn't like the loud banging and crashing. As though whatever gods may be were furious.

He actually left school early because of the storm, he wasn't going to get caught out in the rain, yet another thing he hated. But it was more love hate, he enjoyed the peace and quite of the rain, the soothing scent of the forest lifting from the damp leaves. It was rather late when he got home, even though he left early the trip home was longer than he thought today. He opened the door and his 'family' was already off to bed. The storm came, and it stayed. With each thunderous roar came more and more frustration. He finally fell asleep, the storm had relocated, perhaps it would come back? He was almost in a deep sleep when a loud crash came knocking through the house, the painting just above the headboard of his bed was barely balancing on nails holding it. It slipped, tilting an falling over onto Life. The beautiful castle-like oil painting of a school came tumbling over him. Suddenly the storm had vanished, as did his room. And with it, the world that was once around him. He was in another world. He looked around,

was in the painting? It seemed so. He wondered what would become of him. And of his old world.

In a new world, in a new galaxy is an Academy of Magical Talents and Draconic Arts

Actually yes:/ my great great grandfather was legit from a reservation, its pretty funny. I turn red when i tan as well