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Character by ramblingbard



Full Name: Jackson Prescott Holmes

Nickames/Alias/AKA: Jack

Age: 19

Gender: Male

DOB: March 13, 1996

Occupation: Full Time Student

Race: Tempestas Witch

Hair Color: Black

Eye Color: Indigo

Height and Build: 6’0 - athletic muscular

Other Appearance: He has a habit of touching things (subconscious touch dependency) when entering new places or talking to people. He also has a problem with giving direct answers to questions.

History/bio: The Holmes had one simple philosophy when it came to their coven: If you can’t make them respect you, make them fear you. This idealism started when Corbin Holmes and his coven came to what eventually grew to be Montaville; although Corbin might not have actually been a founding member of the town, he and the other families in the coven liked to pass on the sentiment that they were responsible for it.

Flash forward a few generations, and that elitism and philosophy remained. The coven dwindled in number to just the two families from the initial four, not including the Coven Matron. With each new generation, stronger casters have been born with obvious talents for a particular specialization.

Training starts at an early age for them, taught alongside normal human educations though with a significant focus on their inherent arts. Taught to read and write the language of their inherited spells at the same time as learning to do the same for English, there was always a lot of pressure to excel. All from his parents, though; the Lokers offered no less of the same pressure to their children.

Pressure always builds. By thirteen, Jack couldn’t take all the constant pressure from his parents - especially after his best friend, the girl who he was supposed to marry to move their coven into another generation, killed herself just to get away from it all. After talking to Nola, he came to one conclusion - the coven was destined to dissolve.

The oldest of the newest generation in the coven, he did what he could to keep Ria and Ariel from having the pressure focused on them while he worked behind the scenes. After all, putting thoughts into people’s heads isn’t an easy, or quick, business. Especially when you had to do it secretly. But then Ria ran away and he stepped up his game to get their problems taken care of.

With Nola’s help, he finished the preparations - which also included putting a few new spells into his grimoire. One day, while he and his sister were off with Nola to help her gather supplies, one of the enemies his parents and the Lokers had managed to catch them all unaware.

As far as the Montaville public is concerned, the two families left to find the missing girl and asked Nola to take care of the twins. The Tellmore community knew it was retribution. It was no secret the families had at least one enemy in nearly every race in town.

Since then, the pair have been living with Nola - continuing their training with the Naturalis elder. It was her encouragement that the pair attend Gringore as boarded students.

Family/Relationships:
Father - Prescott Holmes - died February 2011
Mother - Daniella Holmes - died February 2011
Sister - Ariel Holmes
Friend - Maria Loker - missing since December 2010
Friend - Naomi Loker - died February 2009
Friends’ Mother/Elder in Coven - Sofia Loker - died February 2011
Friends’ Father/Elder in Coven - Donald Loker - died February 2011
Coven Head - Nola Finn (alive, age 95)

Other/Extra: He is fluent in English, Latin, and Gaelic. Recently started learning Russian.

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Omg you'll are the best. I sincerely apologizes to all of you. My disappearance without warning, was me breaking my own rules. I am ashamed of myself, and hope you can forgive me. Thank you'll for sticking around. This RP is still happening. I was MIA after finding out some bad news about my health, but I am out of the hospital and recovering at home, so I'm in bed with my laptop all the time now, therefor I will be on here from now on!!

@Yahtzee and @SomeoneSomewere if you are interested, I would be grateful if you'd do me the honor of being my co-GM.

IC will be up today - or possibly late in the night tonight!!!! My sleeping schedule is kinda messed up atm, and the meds they prescribed are making me loopy and tired.

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Character by irridence



Full Name: Brianna

Nickname: Bri

Age: 17

Gender: Female

DOB: September 14, 1998

Occupation: Student

Race: Fae- Nymph

Hair Color: Blonde

Eye Color: Blue

Height and Build: 5'0'' and slender

Other Appearance: A generally childish appearance, despite her slightly older age. But typically she is mistaken for being about twelve years old by unknowing humans. A child of nature, looking at her is like looking at a wild animal. Something different and primal lurks about her, despite her wide eyed innocence. Her appearance is usually ill kept, with tangled hair, and scratches in her clothing.

History/bio: When Brianna was born, the entire community sat on edge, in silent vigil, awaiting the child. Not that Brianna was a particularly special child to the community. All children are special, after all, and they come into the world often enough that no one feels the need to be especially excited by it. But when all the women are holed up for a day and a night and the baby isn’t born yet, everyone feels fear for the mother and baby. Her mother fought to bring her into this world, and Lilia was very strong. Or at least that is what Brianna’s father told her as a child. Before her mother died, she had named her, a mother’s right. Brianna was not a common name among the nymphs, but it was an old name. A strong name. Her mother had imparted her strength to her, or at least that’s what she liked to think.

She knew that nymphs were not considered strong of spirit. Maybe it was the gift of life her mother’s death gave her, maybe her name had the impact on her spirit her mother wanted; it didn’t matter. Brianna had a strong heart. A rather vapid mind, it’s true, but her heart was strong. A nymph is attuned to their home. A nymph will never leave the place they are born. At least, not usually by choice. But sometimes life doesn’t offer you choices.

Her life there was wonderful. After time, memories fade, but more than anything, she remembered her home being the lake. There wasn’t a minute of any of her days she didn’t spend wading in the water, jumping after frogs, learning to talk to fish. She had friends, she had her family, she had her home. For years, nothing out of the ordinary happened. The life of nymphs, you see, is not typically a life of great excitement or adventure. At least, not the kind that would appeal to others. Every day was an adventure to Brianna and her friends, even the days they just floated in the water for hours, staring at the sun. Their days were about pleasure. Coaxing lily pads to grow, talking with the fish, when they had anything interesting to say. Life was simple, but it was beautiful.

Unfortunately, men have a habit of destroying things that don’t belong to them. It was probably some contractor, filling in the lake to make room for condos. The forest around the lake was flattened as well. Her father, the last of her family, died from the shock of it. He was older, more frail. Many others didn’t last long either. The lake had been their home for too long for them to survive the loss. A few fled from their home, hopefully finding new places to attune to. But in the panic and death, no one thought of the child that wasn’t theirs to look after.
Nymphs are not always capable of successfully transplanting to a new environment. But children have more flexible minds and souls and sometimes the miraculous happens. Alone, crying, unseen by the humans busily destroying everything in sight, Brianna waited to die with her home. And she probably would have died, but someone came. They told her later, at the school where they knew about such things, that it was a fairy. She was probably only passing by, but she heard a child crying. So she took the child to the only place where such a creature might stand a chance at recovery: Gringore Academy.

They had experience with such things there, or at least as much experience as anyone can have with such an unlikely situation. But they at least knew nymphs, even if ten years old was terribly young to be an actual student. That was alright though, because they had a hard enough time getting her to attend the lessons they felt she needed. But they healed her and they helped her. The forest became her home, her new home. She learned its secrets, became one with its very nature. And as you know, a nymph never leaves her home.

After her recovery, she had mostly left the Academy, preferring to spend her time in the woods. After all, a nymph spends her entire life still learning new things about her home every day. They had told her there would always be a place for her, but she was simply not suited for regular life. Paying attention for long periods of time was not exactly one of her strongest skills. So for many years, the school and its occupants neither saw nor heard from her as she kept to herself in the forest.

What drew her out of her hiding, after so many years, was the loneliness. Nymphs are meant to live in groups, in families. As long lived as they are, and as emotionally simplistic, it took Brianna many years to isolate the feeling. But even once she recognized the longing for others like her, she knew there were no others. At least, not within reach. But the Academy had always been a figure in her landscape, just outside of reach. And even though there might not be nymphs there yet, there might be friends.

Family/Relationships: None currently

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As GM I owe you all an explanation as to why I didn't get the IC going yesterday as I said I would.

Yesterday I had been working on the IC OP, and I must say it was some of my best work. I was more then half way done when I decided to take a brake and watch some netflix. After two episodes of 'bobs burgers' I wanted to get back to finishing up the IC post. As I went up to click the roleplayerguild tab on my browser...I clicked the X. To sum it all up, all my work, everything I spent like 7 hours writing was gone. I literally started banging my head against my desk. Frustration, anger, sadness, defeat, etc. was all I was feeling for the rest of the day, and most of this morning.

Anyway I apologize, and I will start working on the IC now, and I hope to get it up today.
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@ViolentViolet your CS is not...complete... :D jk I'm pretty sure you did that as a saving spot kinda thing?

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I'll have the IC up soon! Ether tonight or Tomorrow! :D

Love everyones characters !! Super excited.

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Character by SomeoneSomewhere



Appearance: *General and head* Triton is 6 foot 3 inches, weighing in at 216 pounds. He has light tan skin. His body is muscular, well fit from the years of exercise. He has dark brown hair, short on the sides and back of his hair, with the top and bangs slightly longer which tends to be spiked in an upward position. After a normal sized forehead, he has slightly darker eyebrows, set above moderately deep set eyes. His eyes have dark eyelashes, his right a bright red, and his left is a bright orange. His nose is of average length and size, cheekbones slightly pronounced. He has thin lips, followed by a cleft, strong chin. His jaw is strong, square in shape.

*chest and arms* Wrapping around his powerful chest and back is a dragon tribal tattoo, its head on his right pectoral near his collar bone and the tail ending at his left hip. His right bicep has a tattoo circling it. On his left wrist is a plain black bracelet, with a word on a metal plate in Spanish, valiente. He is generally clothed in a plain form fitting t-shirt, light in color.

*legs* His legs are blank of tattoos, unlike his upper body. He normally wears dark colored, once again form fitting, jeans. His feet are covered with simple sneakers.

Full Name: Triton Kokes

Nickames/Alias/AKA: N/A

Age: 20

Gender: male

DOB: 1995

Occupation: student

Race: dragon

Hair Color: dark brown

Eye Color: right eye: red, left eye: orange

Height and Build: 6 foot 3 inches, athletic, muscular, but not over the top

Other Appearance: Triton's dragon form is a force to be recognized, his body thick and powerful. His height changes to be approximately 6 foot 6 inches. He also seems to grow slightly in muscular standing. Red colored scales cover the majority of his body, with his skin being an orange coloring, as well as the scales on the underside of his tail. Dark red spikes curve slightly forward from the top of his head, capable of being rammed into another. Shining white canines pass his lower jaw, approximately 2 inches in length. His jaw and mouth change slightly to form more of a maw, but still keeping more of a humanoid appearance. Spikes begin at the base of his tail, making the back side just as deadly as the front. His bat like wings generally remain tightly tucked against his back unless in flight.

He is skilled in parkour, using his speed and agility to the fullest. He is detached from others, and does not trust people easily. He fears hurting those he loves, and so refuses to get close to people, certain in his mind that it would only end in their ultimate demise.

History/bio: Born in a rather simple family, Triton Kokes was raised in the country side, becoming fast friends with his 11 year senior brother, Isaac. They did practically everything together. From very early on in his life he knew what he was. It was hard not to know. He also knew that his parents were rather old, and could possibly die while he was a child. Until then, he spent as much time as he could with his family having fun. Both of his parents were very knowledgeable in educational things, and so they were the ones to teach the two boys.

At the age of 13, his mother died. This caused a shift in the boy's behavior, despite having the knowledge of his parents probably dying. He started acting out more, a temper that had existed beforehand was becoming more prominent. He began to train himself, taking his anger out on other things as to not hurt his family on accident during an anger fit. His dad continued to reach them, but only two short years after that, he died as well. His temper increased, often having violent outbursts towards his beloved brother. For four years, Isaac put up with his antics, handling the temperamental teenager. But it all changed that one dreadful night, September the 14th, 2014.

The teenager and man were outside in the forest, wrestling with each other in there dragon forms. Over and over, the older brother was defeating Triton's anger and frustration building with each defeat. His anger reached his boiling point, and with a roar he violently attacked his brother, beating him back. Fear shone in Isaac's eyes, knowing the state of rage that has been entered. A roar escaped his maw, just has his brother turned to his human form. Isaac intended to calm down his brother, but to no avail. Fire burst from deep within Triton's chest, covering his brother in the flames, and lighting the surrounding forest on fire. Shock burst through the anger, the realization of what he had done hitting him. Sick with himself, and knowing his brother is not possibly alive, he quickly fled the area.

Months later, he emerged from his hiding, self hate and anger still residing within himself. He had learned about the Gringore academy, and signed himself up, with the hopes of learning control, as to not hurt anyone ever again.

Family/Relationships:
Mother: deceased, 7 years ago
Father: deceased, 5 years ago
Older brother: deceased, 31 years of age, fire, less then a year ago

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One more accepted character and I'll start on the IC.

---FYI this RP is always accepting.
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Super excited to see SomeoneSomewhere's, ViolentViolet's, and Rambilingbard's character sheets!!!

@ViolentViolet - You can play up to three characters, so if your feeling ambitious then you could play a vampire, fae, and a reaper. Also Damon Salvatore is my favorite !!! LOVE your avatar.

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Character by JarlSurf


Full Name: Soren Yng Greene

Nickames/Alias/AKA: NA

Age: 18

DOB: December 18 1996

Occupation: Student

Race: Norse Demi-god

Hair Color: Brown

Eye Color: Icy blue

Height and Build: 5’7, 150 lbs, average build, more muscle than fat

Other Appearance: Has a birthmark of the Kenaz rune on his shoulder, has a soft voice, doesn’t sound rough or angry, just neutral and smooth.

kenaz rune

Bio: Soren was born of the Norse God of justice, Forseti, one of the more recent Norse demis, and an American women in Vermont. At first, he lived with his young mother and grandparents. There was tension for the first few years, though he didn’t know why. His mother started going to college when he was three, he remembered that his grandparents took care of him the most at those early stages. They taught him most of the words he knows, taught him all the things he was supposed to do every day…potty trained him, and everything. It took his mother five more years to find a decent enough job to live comfortably on their own, and they went farther away from the Greene’s. That year, George Greene died, and he didn’t get to see him in the hospital or anything because his mother didn’t want to. He didn’t care for it for the most part, not quite understanding death just yet, only that his grandfather was gone. Life was painfully normal in the new town in Vermont. He was going to school, making friends, making good grades, discovering a love for creativity as well as detective work. It just appealed to him quite a bit.

Flashforward two years later after living in as close to harmony as humans can get here, his mother met someone named Damien Hardings. Soren didn’t take an immediate liking to him, but he didn’t really not like him either. To Soren, he was just there. Jennifer seemed much happier with him around, he could tell, and he didn’t meddle. It wasn’t even a year after that Jennifer decided to move in with him in this extremely small town of Montaville, Vermont. Soren was sad to say goodbye to his friends, but he figured he’d make new ones in Montaville. The only person that knows about the supernatural side of him is his mother, though. When it comes to supernatural abilities, they are still developing, but he has a knack for bringing out the truth in people. It isn’t so much as mind reading as it is just looking at someone, it looks like he would be judging them actually, and he can get them to tell the truth…it isn’t forcing, though. For example, if someone he is trying to get the truth from is a pathological liar, then he has a harder time getting them to tell the truth. Having a deep relationship with justice and righteousness, though, he doesn’t ask for the truth from others just for personal gain of knowledge or anything; only if he believes that getting the truth out will help any given situation.

He nor Jennifer had heard of Gringore Academy for a time even though they lived right above it. Soren received a letter from someone he had never heard of before, though, and he was informed about the academy before he was enrolled in regular school here. It was a college school, and he was a senior in high school, but this place was so much more promising for him, so he decided that he wanted to go here instead of the regular school he was going to be going to. There was only one issue with that, which was his soon-to-be stepfather. Jennifer told him that she was sending him to boarding school, and he would be living on campus there. Soren was a little upset that he wouldn’t get to see his sister much anymore, but he promised to visit often, because he wanted to be “the best big brother ever!”

Family/Relationships:
Jennifer Greene – Mother – 34 years
Forseti Baldrsen – Father – Eternal, Norse God of Justice
Alexander Greene – Uncle – 39 years
Annabelle Greene – Grandmother – 74 years
George Greene – Grandfather – died at age 69 of natural sickness
Damien Hardings – Mother’s fiancé – 38 years
Layla Hardings – Half sister – 11 months

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I'm confused by your question/post.

Are you saying you want to play a witch, with mind reading abilities? -- Then the answer is no.

Are you saying you want to play a witch who's specialization is 'Quaestum'. -- Then yes

You can play any age character you want.

Gringore Academy is a College place, but the RP also revolves around the humans and supernaturals of the town not just the school, so any age is fine. teenagers can also take college classes if they want. Gringore is a school for supernaturals only, so the degrees/credits/certification are only usable in the supernatural culture/world.

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Character by Yahtzee



Appreance: Slightly taller than the average height for a male his age but with a very skinny and lanky build giving him a sort of bedraggled look. His hair is black and messy with a medium-short length. His face is clean-shaven and his features are sharp. His eyes are a reddish-brown colour that seems more red than anything else but can't really be called that with a clean conscious. As far as clothing goes he wears blue jeans with a black long-sleeved shirt. There is also a bandage wrapped tightly around his right hand that covers a burn scar.

Full Name: Aedan O' Connor

Nickames/Alias/AKA: N/A

Age: 19

Gender: Male

DOB:29 April 1996

Occupation: Scholar

Race: Human with the pyrokinetic ability to manipulate fire although he can not generate it.

Hair Color: Black

Eye Color: reddish-brown

Height and Build: Slightly taller than average (If he really stretches he makes 6'1 I think but I don't use feet and inches so when google stops being a pain I will be more specific) Also a very scrawny/skinny build

Other Appearance: He has an Irish accent and a bandage tightly wound around the his right hand and goes up to his elbow.

History/bio: Aeden grew up in an orphanage after being abandoned by his biological parents Oliver Twist style at the gates during a stormy evening in Ireland. He was always the runt and was constantly bullied for it. Despite, or maybe because of it, he found himself more cheerful than miserable and only something more serious could make him feel more negative emotions but not impossible. As time drew on he became harder and harder to hurt but that only spurred the bullies on harder and they moved from psychological to physical.

After what seemed like forever a family finally took him with them and it was great. They were rich and sent him to the best schools and gave him a fantastic quality of life for three whole years. Aedan was eighteen and on his way back from his first ever job interview but upon arrival his heart plummeted as he saw the burning wreckage of his home and from inside the screams of his adopted parents and sister. Desperate to do something he ran forward and grabbed the doorhandle. As he did so the flames reach a gas main and the ensuing explosion should have killed him.

As it was he was thrown high into the air but the flames never moved past his extended right arm although they did hungrily lick at it. Aiden couldn't explain partially because he wasn't sure what happened but also because his throat was filled with smoke. As he looked around for answers he saw a figure sauntering off. One he recognized as one of the bullies from the orphanage.

Following the young man without hesitation he followed him into a secluded alleyway where the Aedan realized he had been lured into an ambush. The man dropped a lighter into a puddle of something flammable. It followed a trail to where Aedan was standing but as it was about to reach him he extended his burnt hand once more and the flames stopped, lifted into the air and shot backwards. They engulfed his would be attacker and as he screamed for mercy Aeden simply said "Burn." In a hoarse voice

A year later Aeden found himself ready to enter the gates of an academy that would be able to show him how to use his powers with a broad grin and in his pocket was the silver zippo light that had claimed three lives so far.

Family/Relationships: Nothing worth mentioning. He stays in touch with a few friends but only in a distracted sort of way.

Other/Extra: Ever since finding out about dragons he has an intense fascination with them and is desperate to meet and befriend them.