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Name: Dawn Evelyn Memoli
Gender: Female
Species: Witch
Age: 23- Physically, at least. 
Room Number: 231
Rooming With: Irvine Code
Alignment: Lawful Good
Appearance: 

Dawn is of a rather unimposing sort, standing at 4’11 with a slim, almost elfish build. Her skin is pale to a point that borders on unhealthy, and her eyes, which are a soft grey, are ringed with dark circles. Her hair is thick and black, and hangs well below her hips- and, as such, it isn’t uncommon to see it tied up into a neat side plait, so as to better keep it out of the way. 

Her choice of attire is almost formal, largely consisting of cardigans and neatly pressed skirts or dress pants- although it shifts from time to time, depending on weather and situation. She usually tops her whole ensemble off with a large sunhat. Given how she prefers the color black in her wardrobe above anything else, it isn’t uncommon for it to seem as if Dawn is on her way to a funeral. 

Personality: 
By nature, Dawn is a gentle soul, soft-spoken and polite towards friends and strangers alike. She attempts to be respectful towards most by default- until they merit otherwise, that is- and, around friends, will often break out of her usual somber personality and act much more openly lively. In addition, while usually composed and naturally serious, she will often become flustered if taken aback or embarrassed. She tends to have a rather dry sense of humor for the most part, and becomes frigid to the point of holding long-lasting grudges when genuinely angered.

While Dawn has a strong code of ethics, she is also a woman of logic and her own observations. When an unfamiliar situation arises, she will often do her best to wrap her head about it, asking questions or simply watching to gain information.

Bio: 
Dawn was born the second child of the Memoli family- a rather infamous lineage among the magical community, seeped in countless centuries of blood and money. Its roots had begun somewhere in Urbino, Italy, serving as condottieri under one Fedrico da Montrefeltro. It was when Montrefeltro inevitably met his end that the Memolis discarded their old code of honor, taking up a path of quietly greased palms and performing little favors here and there. While the family had claimed to have settled from their rather notorious lifestyle some odd hundred years ago, they’re still regarded with a somewhat suspicious eye. 

The Memoli daughter spent her life at the brunt of overprotection and grooming to live up to her family title- something that only worsened after her older brother cut ties. In a somewhat ironic twist, Dawn found herself doing the same thing after she was old enough, moving far from home and taking up the trade of a private investigator. Her family’s reputation haunted her like a shroud- especially when she first got into the business- but after some time, she managed to find her stride. 

Her interest in the Academy, and the admission that resulted, was based upon two things. There was the desire to brush up on her magics as one might expect, and something...other. Namely, a burning curiosity about the place. It was shrouded in mystery, offering more questions than answers. 

And Dawn very well intends to find these answers. 

Power 1: Psychic Dawn can pick up on the thoughts and feelings of other people, and if she so wishes, project her own onto others as well. This power is almost constantly active unless she deliberately makes an effort to tune it out, giving her a sort of radio of surface thoughts and the like. It’s possible for her to probe deeper into a person’s head- digging for specific memories, or to read deeper than the surface thoughts- but not only is this experience highly unpleasant for the person on the receiving end (unless they happened to have invited Dawn in), but Dawn herself finds it terribly invasive, and prefers not to do it if possible. Another notable facet of her psychic abilities is that Dawn can "persuade" a target into feeling different emotions, seeing what she wishes them to see, perform certain actions, and so on. This isn’t failproof, and the target can resist- especially if they’re aware of what she’s doing, but a battle of willpower is possible.

Power 2: Shadow Magic: To give her preexisting psychic power some padding, Dawn has also picked up a few skills when it comes to harnessing the night- namely to hide herself in shadow, muffle her footsteps, and give her illusions a little extra kick here and there. 

Likes: 
- Cheesy romance novels.
- Smooth jazz.
- Movies- especially superhero ones.

Dislikes:
- Selfishness
- Banana pudding
- Willful ignorance

Family: Her mother, father, and brother, and several other various relatives.

Friends: (OPEN)

Sentimental Attachment: An old glass paperweight, containing an anemone blossom inside. A gift from an old and dear friend, and something she tends to keep on her person.

Weapon: A Bersa Thunder 380, loaded with enchanted bullets.

Other Details: A fair bit older than she looks- a trait shared with her brother, interestingly enough.


Name: Harlyn Rita Enright- at least, that’s what she’s taken to calling herself. Her true name is something far different, and lends too much information about her for her liking. 
Gender: Female
Species: Demon 
Age: Unknown. Epsilon claims to have forgotten.
Room Number: 334
Rooming With: Igni Kairn
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Appearance: 


Epsilon’s favored form is that of a rather comely- if not somewhat worn- woman in her mid twenties or so. She stands at roughly 6’1 feet or so, with a body hardened by both combat and strenuous labor. Her skin is tawny in color, littered in scars and tattoos, and her hair is a deep black, shot through with streaks of silver. Seeing how it’s long enough to reach the center of her back, she tends to keep it braided back, although it’s not uncommon to see it left to hang loose on her lazy days. Her eyes are a warm shade of hazel.

She prefers to dress simply- a pair of jeans and a t-shirt are enough to get her through the day, along with a nice pair of leather work boots. Over this, Epsilon wears a battered bomber jacket. She’s nearly always found with a cigarette hanging from her bottom lip, and with the tattoo on her collarbone, the Greek Epsilon symbol, left in full view. 

Personality: 
Epsilon is a friendly (if not rugged and somewhat eccentric) woman by nature. Calm and lackadaisical, it’s notably difficult to ruffle her feathers, or get another response to any real prodding than a good-natured chuckle and a dry quip. She can be remarkably amiable towards friends and enemies alike, and is fiercely loyal to the former, but there is a somewhat darker aspect of her personality in turn. Epsilon is violent and somewhat hedonistic, relishing in fist-fights and baser pleasures. 

Bio: 
In another lifetime, the creature who would one day come to take the moniker of “Epsilon” lived deep in the bowels of Hell. She was a Commander of her own little slice of the army of the damned, infamous for her ruthless tactics and nigh unpredictable nature. In another lifetime, the creature carved her name in blood and bellies, and relished in it. 

And then, at the height of her legacy, the creature gave up her titles and her glory, to live among men.

Epsilon’s reasons for doing so are something she keeps close to her chest. If asked, she’ll often shrug, offhandedly claim that she had a sort of disagreement with the wrong people. Whatever the reason, she cheerfully threw her old name over her shoulder, and donned the persona she holds today. Her taste for the baser pleasures of life hadn’t waned since her departure, however, and she promptly took up work as a mercenary. She slept around. She explored the depths of human vice firsthand. She drank in life with vigor.

She was floating in between jobs when she heard tale of this mysterious Academy. With nothing better to do, she decided to sign up, if not to experience something new. 

Power 1: Shapeshifting: Epsilon, while unable to turn herself into an animal or any other person than herself, possesses two forms- that of her human persona, and that of her demon. The latter form is something far different, with great wings, claws as long as a man’s forearm, the horns of a ram, and an amalgamation of other odd features. It’s possible for her to carry these traits into her human form, which is something she often exploits in favor of taking her full demonic shape. 

Power 2: Sin Absorption: Being a demon, Epsilon has the power to feed on the sinful actions and thoughts of others. It’s easiest for her to convert this into regenerative energy- something she does on a regular basis- but when storing energy in surplus, she becomes notably more stronger than usual. 

Likes: 
- Tea. Her favorite is mint.
- Smoking.
- Violence.
- Violent people. 

Dislikes:
- Attitude. Epsilon believes in common courtesy.
- Cruelty towards the defenseless. While Epsilon is always up for a good, bloody fight, picking on the weak or pacifistic is something she highly disapproves of.
- Fancy cocktails. 

Family: If she has any, Epsilon never goes out of her way to contact them. 

Friends: OPEN

Sentimental Attachment: Her jacket, maybe.

Weapon: Usually her claws, although it’s not uncommon to see her taking up other weapons when the opportunity presents itself. Axes, mostly.


Name: 
Madison Lewis Lovette

Gender:
Male

Species:
Vampire

Age:
312

Room Number:

Rooming With:

Alignment:
Lawful Good

Appearance:

Standing at a height of 5’6” feet, Madison is a man of fair complexion, with gentle features, dark curls that fall to his chin, and even darker eyes. Even without his...unique choice of wardrobe, he’s notably androgynous, lacking the masculine hardness of features or the telltale stubble that would be clear indications of his gender.
His androgynity, however, tends to be easily overshadowed by his aforementioned outfits. Although Madison is male, and identifies himself as such, it’s difficult to catch him at a time when he isn’t decked out in a skirt and heels. With the use of a bit of makeup, it becomes very difficult to determine that he is a man without being told. 

Personality:
At heart, Madison is an open, good-natured individual. Mellow towards most everyone, regardless of their own feelings towards him, he’s usually willing to have polite chit-chat when his schedule allows him to do so, or even set aside time for the sole purpose of talking with a friend or acquaintance. He takes most things in stride, and it takes quite some time for him to get riled as a result- although, even then, it’s very rare for him to explode. His rage usually manifests itself as silent anger and disapproval, contrasting greatly against his usual sunny disposition. Age has also granted him an incredibly lackadaisical nature when dealing with the world around him, regardless of how bizarre or unusual it happens to be.

Bio:
Born sometime after the Tuscarora War, Madison’s early life was...interesting, to say the least. The son of a less-than-rich-blacksmith, the boy was groomed from a young age to take up his father’s job when the time came, set to tinker with scraps of metal and failed works. Madison seemed quite content with his role, although he occasionally slacked off to read one of the few books his family had around the house. He helped around the shop, even attempting to make his own creations from time to time, but, after his sister’s death things began to change.

Madison developed a fascination with femininity. He began to don his sister’s old clothing, storing them away when his parents attempted to prevent the habit. He would take rouge and cologne from his mother’s room to try it on, wearing them around his room and attempting to replicate the styles he had seen on the streets. As time went on, Madison developed a reputation as a respectable young man (although his habit still remained)- albeit a bit of a gambler whenever he scrounged up enough coin. He had a sweetheart, and was considering going into politics, much to the approval of his parents.

It was after one night of particular debauchery that Madison, who had been stumbling his way home, found himself attacked and drained near to the point of dryness by a rogue vampire. He clung to life by a hair, and, dragging himself into the gutter, went through the painful rebirth from human to a fully fledged creature of the night. It took him a few days after that to get his bearings- a few days of reckless, crazed feeding- and a few more to fully realize what he had become. Fearing that he would pose a threat to his family, he fled his hometown, taking his newfound freedom to explore his hobby to the fullest.

He developed a sort of fascination with the supernatural, and after dabbling in what knowledge there was about vampirism, spread his roots and began to study the world of the nonhuman to its fullest. Madison journeyed across the world, meeting countless species, and writing hundreds upon thousands of papers on his discoveries. With every paper published, Madison and his works became more and more well known. 

It was during one of his periods of mindless wandering that he heard word of the Academy. Madison was immediately taken by the idea, of what sorts of fascinating people he might be able to meet, and immediately signed himself up. 

Power 1: Pyromancy: Madison possesses the ability to control flame, capable of creating flames as small as a lighter’s, to starting outright forest fires. In addition, Madison is a natural healer. Through making a small, magical, painless fire, and directing it against an injury, Madison can amplify a body’s natural healing, causing gruesome cuts and broken bones to be healed with remarkable speed. 
Power 2: Shielding: From his own energy, Madison can create highly durable shields to protect both himself and others. These shields can take different shapes and sizes, although the larger the shield, the shorter its duration, and the weaker they are. Most shieds can withstand a good amount of blows before Madison is unable to hold them.
Likes:
- Sinatra
- Classic Swing
- Cocktails
- Fashion
- Flowers: Forget-Me-Nots and Sunflowers in particular.
- Dress shopping with Illusion.
- Discovering something new or forgotten.

Dislikes:
- Wearing traditionally male clothing.
- Wearing sandals with socks.
- Cruelty.
- Sour cream.
- Over-controlling tendencies over others.
- Straight tequila or vodka.

Family: All dead by now.
Friends: None at the Academy yet, but Madison is more than happy to make a few.
Sentimental Attachment: To knowledge, and the pursuit of the unknown. This often gets him into more trouble than not.
Weapon: His magic, and natural prowess as a vampire.
Other: N/A
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