Emma

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@Narcotic Dollie Brilliant thought hon!! I'll get right to it!

@Yahtzee I know...The real world is a dangerous and terrifying place....And dots.....

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@Daird So sorry Daird, I just assumed it was unfinished. Sent you a PM. :)

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The local news droned on the tv in the background, as Alice lounged on the couch reading 'Anna Karenina' in Russian. Since vampires could not sleep, one had to find new ways to occupy their time. For Alice it was reading, learning new languages, playing violin, composing music no one would ever hear, dabbling at painting, and lately she had taken to swimming laps in the lake. Boredom was a problem, but she liked her routine.

It was 6:00 am, and the news anchor man on the tv looked worn out in HD, as he babbled on about the local Mayoral elections, the closing of the factory in the town over, where to get flu shots, and that the local police caught the suspects who cherry-bombed all the mailboxes on Magnolia Street. The weather girl was looking way to chipper for six in the morning, as she explained today would be mild temperatures, 30% chance of rain, that autumn was in full swing, and she was looking forward to this weeks sun filled days.

It was September 4th, and only a week into the new semester at Gringore. Alice was teaching two classes in the late afternoon, but the rest of her day was basically free. She dogeared the page she was on and closed her book. She smelled like the lake, after swimming laps in it for three hours last night, she really needed a long shower. Getting off the couch she placed her book down on the coffee table, next to the stack of Latin papers she had graded earlier. She gathered the two empty wine glasses and a teacup, and put them in the sink in the kitchen. She sighed looking at the mess of dishes in her sink, and added the cups to the ever growing pile. She rarely ate anything at home but, tea, and wine glasses were in abundance around her home.

Her house was located on a quite street, full of retired people, and couples over 60. She had lived at, 382 Rosewood Ave, for eleven years now. The three bedroom, two bath, old yellow colonial was her haven from the chaos of Tellmore, and the unsuspecting Montaville. Her house was clean, but on the cluttered side, with books piled on tables and the floors, painted canvases leaning on walls, and potted plants galore. For lack of a better description it resembled a Anthropologie store, with extra eclectic clutter.

In the bathroom she turned the shower on. Undressing as she waited for the water to become hot. Looking in the mirror, a tall plain Jane was what Alice saw. She had always liked her dark brown eyes, and the shape for her lips, but she thought her chin was to big, and her nose was to thin. The mirror began to fog from the steam of the shower. Stepping into the shower she planned out her day, and went over her lecture for this afternoons classes.

45 Minutes later she stepped out of the shower, smelling of lavender soap, and shampoo. Wrapped in a soft ivory towel she walked into her closet. Alice's wardrobe consisted of clean florals, pastels, and high-end basics. Hanging in her closet were; knee length skirts, soft blouses, sheer button ups, satin camisoles, tailored slacks, simple dresses, vintage cardigans, lace lingerie, knit sweaters, and one pair of paint stained jeans. She changed into her outfit for the day. Dawning her beige slacks, powder blue blouse, butter yellow flats, and hand embroidered cardigan. She hung her wet towel on the door handle, and walked over to her vanity, putting on her pearl necklace, and spritzing on some vanilla lavender perfume. With a few bobby-pins she quickly pinned her hair up into a messy chignon.

It was almost 8:00 am bye the time she finished her cup of cinnamon tea. Alice packed up her old leather satchel with the graded papers, her cell, ipod, and wallet. It was chilly out this morning, and smelled like the beginnings of autumn, the trees had yet to change color. She grabbed her coat off the rack next to her doorway, and put on a hat. Riding her bike down main street, she made her way to Gringore.

Gringore is covered by a glamour, so humans only see the old abandoned state hospital. Only supernaturals see what is really there, a grand Victorian building, Gringore is the only official school where supernaturals come together to learn. In addition to the glamour to ward off humans, there is also a protection spell cast on Gringore that makes humans who wonder to close feel sick the closer the get the worse they feel.

The interior of Gringore is enormous, with several corridors and hallways adorned with stone arches, and column. Classically decorated, it is reminiscent of the art nouveau period. It does not look anything like a normal school, with its stained glass windows, hand carved mahogany doors, and grand crystal chandeliers. The dorms are located in the west wing, and are more modern in appearance, they are all two to a room. And resemble a studio apartment with a loft.

Alice walked into Gringore, and made her way to her office. It was located on the third floor, and was really small, but is had a balcony overlooking the courtyard. She was given the option of switching to a bigger one in the basement when she got promoted to head of the language department, but she like her tiny place. Taking off her coat, she hung it over the back of her chair, and then placed her hat on the desk. Her first class started at 4:00 pm, and it was only about 8:30 in the morning, so she need to kill time.

Walking down the stairs she made her way to the library. Gringore Library was huge, and had the second biggest incantus book collection in all of america. There was a section for everything, and it was easy to get lost. Alice made her way through the isles of books, stopping in the music history section. She scanned the titles, not really looking for anything in particular.

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Character by ramblingbard



Full Name: Ariel Guinevere Holmes

Nickames/Alias/AKA:

Age: 19

Gender: Female

DOB: March 13th, 1996

Occupation: Full Time Student

Race: Sanabit Witch

Hair Color: Black

Eye Color: Amethyst

Height and Build: 5’8” ; lithe, healthy 135lbs

Other Appearance: She has a soft, melodious voice that can help her captivate someone’s attention - particularly when she sings. She tends to be shy, still react more than engage when spoken to. She likes to wear lots of necklaces and bracelets, charmed with various protections by Nola; one in particular is very dear to her - a silver locket with a picture of her and Maria and one of Jack and Naomi on the various sides, from when their two friends were still around.

History/bio: 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.

The death of their friend Naomi hit her rather hard, and she sank into a deep depression. One that brought a lot of focus to her from Nola when she could. When Ria ran away, she stopped speaking to people all together. She had no clue the work Jack was doing in the shadows, so her parents’ death came as a surprise and a blessing.

It was still another year or so before she would speak again. When Ariel did start talking again, it was very reserved and usually just response rather than engagement. She took the most convincing to agree to attend Gringore Academy, but agreed all the same.

Family/Relationships:
Father - Prescott Holmes - died 2012
Mother - Daniella Holmes - died 2012
Brother - Jack Holmes
Friend - Maria Loker - missing since 2010
Friend - Naomi Loker - died 2009
Friends’ Mother/Elder in Coven - Sofia Loker - died 2012
Friends’ Father/Elder in Coven - Donald Loker - died 2012
Coven Head - Nola Finn (alive, age 95)

Other/Extra: She is fluent in English, Latin, and Gaelic. Recently took up learning ASL.
She plays the violin and loves to draw and sing.

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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