EchoicChamber

The Clutches of Darkness

I am Echo but I'm also mildly stalkery hello <3

also i'll keep bugging you regardless because im a delinquent

The Ordinary Mythical Academy!

I'll post later today. I'm going to be volunteering soon, so I'll be away from a computer and surrounded by piles of cats in a little bit, haha.

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@Majoras End Sweet! Looking forward to seeing them, then. c:

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@Majoras End It's up to you! c: I'd be glad to have you and help you in figuring stuff out if you do decide to join, though.

Fallen London: Of Whimsy and Eldritch Horrors (Always Open!)

Just as a heads up, since Rig hasn't been online for around five days now, I think it might be a good idea to write around Elias for the time being until he gets back. c:

The Ordinary Mythical Academy!

Gael

Name:
Prince Gael Vanagloria

Gender:
Male

Species:
Demon

Age:
At least somewhere in the thousands. The form Gael prefers to take looks to be about nine or ten years old.

Room Number:
341

Rooming With:
Miarika

Alignment:
Chaotic Evil

Appearance:

Gael’s preferred form to take when roaming the world of mortals is that of an unearthly beautiful young boy. His face is sweet and cherubic, framed by soft gold curls, and his eyes are wide and chocolate brown. He’s waifish in build, and rather short for his “age”, with pale skin. His preferred outfit is incredibly childish, only serving to emphasize the innocent appearance he takes on. A large, pastel pink coat, with sleeves that swallow up his hands. Neatly pressed black trousers. And bows. Everywhere, everywhere, large, yellow bows adorn his body. Pinned to the front of his blouse, tied atop his shoes, sewn into his coat. Gael is rarely, if ever, seen without pockets brimming with candy, and the stem of a lollipop poking out the corner of his mouth.

There are a few clues that indicate his true nature, however. Like the disturbingly hungry look in his eyes. Or the sharpness of his teeth.



Personality:
On the surface, Gael seems to be a polite, if not a bit overly formal and stiff, young boy. He expresses a genuine fascination with the mortal realm and its inhabitants, and enjoys playing games and learning. However, given what he really is, Gael’s nature is quite malevolent. He experiences little to no emotions, and, while he possesses an understanding of it, his own grasp of morality is shaky at best. This leads him to be incredibly manipulative and cruel at times, especially when striving towards his ambitions. The almost childlike curiosity and fascination he regards the world with only worsens this.

Biography:
Gael. Vanagloria. The Chaotic Prince, and the member of the royal family that prefers to dole out punishment to those whose pride got the better of them. It’s hard to say when, exactly, he came into existence, but his relationships he has with his relatives- ranging from a sort of doting affection, to outright plotting against one another- seem to imply that he’s one of the younger members of the family. The Prince spends most of his time alternating between “visiting” the damned, roaming the surface searching for new contractors, or simply wandering both worlds as he pleases, giving him a reputation in Hell of being a wildcard of sorts.

It was during one of his ventures to the mortal realm that Gael first heard of the Academy. Out of a mix of curiosity and boredom, he signed himself up for an application, wondering what a school filled with so many different walks of life could possibly hold.

Plus, it might be a good chance to conduct some...business.

And business is good.

Demonic Abilities:
As a higher-classing demon, Gael holds some of the archetypal powers that one might expect from one of his kind. He can enter Hell and depart as he pleases, is naturally resistant to fire, and, due to his particular lineage, can sense and feed off of the sin of Pride. In addition, one of the most powerful tools in his arsenal is the ability to form contracts. By contracting with Gael, he is able to perform miracles that would have otherwise been impossible to accomplish- at the price of the contractor’s soul, however.

Power One: Ribbon Magics: Gael has the ability to produce ribbons from his body. While this may sound like an incredibly mundane power, these “ribbons”, while appearing to be made out of some sort of silk or cloth, are incredibly durable. It’s possible for him to use them as shields as a result, weapons, extra limbs, or even as a means of suspending himself from the ceiling if he so desired.

Power Two: Doll Physiology: Gael is...unnatural, to say the least. He doesn’t bleed when stabbed, doesn’t experience pain, and, if someone were to open his body, they would make a rather disturbing discovery. His “innards” are little more than black ichor, congealing when exposed to air. If left alone, it’s quite feasibly for him to drag himself back together from little more than bits and pieces.

Family:
The Royal Family of Hell

Friends:
N/A. Gael is eager to make friends. Very eager.

Sentimental Attachment: The people who endear themselves to him. If he takes a liking to someone, Gael will often become eerily possessive over them.

Weapon:
Knives, claws, fangs, ribbons.

Other:
- Has an incredible sweet tooth.
- Holds a fascination with many childish things, including amusement parks, toys, and games.

Sorry for taking so godawfully long! Class was just incredibly busy, and I only got home a little while ago. I'll be sending in the teacher CS in a later bit once I finish him, if that's fine. Again, I'm really sorry!

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@The One I'm working on him right now. c:
Should I include my teacher app as well, or would you rather me just send in my student?

S.Y.C.E.P.: The Adversary {Members Wanted!}

“Special children.” That’s the term the lady, Summers, had used. “Special” because they could each do something that no other child could do. Maybe they could walk through walls. Maybe they could float. Or, hell, maybe they could make a bunch of seeds planted only yesterday be fresh and ripe for picking, making the stems droop with their weight. The whole situation seemed like it was ripped straight out of some 90s sci-fi flick, and yet, it was one Harlyn Enright’s reality.

Harlyn Enright, and her little spawn.

Said spawn was currently lying on the seat- well, couch- opposite to hers, stuffing the face of her toy penguin against the window and gesturing wildly at the scenery. No words. Just some enthusiastic pointing and a few signed words Harley could vaguely make out as “more” and “cow”. Minnie was making good progress with that, she mused. She was no professional linguist yet, but she was picking words up fast. At this rate, Minnie would wind up learning faster than Harley could keep up with. Slipping from her seat, Harley moved over to Minnie’s and gave her a light tap on the shoulder, stifling her chuckle as Minnie’s head practically snapped around to look at her.

“What’s up, kiddo?” Harley asked. Eyes wide, Minnie stuffed the penguin, Bubba, into the crook of her arm and aggressively jabbed against the glass. Cows, she signed. Harley squatted down to better look through the window, and gave a grunt of agreement. “That’s right. Whole field of ‘em, too. And what do cows make, again? Think I forgot.”

A pause. Milk.

“Ah, yeah, that’s right. Milk.” She signed the word back at Minnie, then scooped the girl into her lap. “And you know what you get from milk? Ice cream. I don’t know about you, kid, but I think I could go for a scoop or two when we get to your school. How about it?” Harley gently poked Minnie on the nose, causing her to let out a wheezing gasp- the closest she usually came to giggling. Bananas? Minnie signed.

“With as many bananas as you want.” Harley bounced her a little, taking the opportunity to fix the giant jacket wrapped about her shoulders a bit. “Since you’ve been such a doll.”

The kid definitely deserved it, that was for sure. Before they had left to go join up in the Grand Hero Academy, Minnie had been losing her head about the move. Crying and throwing chubby little fists and making shoots of grass sprout out from the floorboards. The shop had been the only real home she had known, after all. Hell, it was the only true home Harley had known, aside from her family’s apartment back when she was a little one herself. Minnie was calmer, now, but Harley had taken care not to bring up their old town since then.

To be honest, Harley didn’t want to just shove Minnie in the hands of some strange government what-not that had appeared out of thin air. It worried her. Minnie’s power worried her. Minnie herself worried her. But if she were to be honest with herself, it was likely for the best that she got some kind of help with all...well, all this. Harley knew as well as anyone else that she wasn’t exactly “mother material”. She loved the little brat so much it hurt, but she didn’t know how to really take care of a child- especially one with needs such as Minnie. Harley had barely known how to take care of herself before she came into her life.

Breathing out her nose, Harley ran her hand through Minnie’s hair, pulling her close.

God, what she wouldn’t do for a smoke right now.

The Ordinary Mythical Academy!

@The One If that's alright with you, of course! c: I had an idea for a really bored Prince or Duke of Hell that decided to sign up for shits and giggles, haha.