FrozenEcstasy

Of Crosses and Collapses: A Crossover Adventure of Survival on a Patchwork World.

We're a thing again? I'll get a post up this weekend maybe

Arkangrad Academy for Arcane Aspirants [Always Accepting]

Tohru best dragon.

Arkangrad Academy for Arcane Aspirants [Always Accepting]

I'm seeing a lot of people myself included not looking at the room charts.

Arkangrad Academy for Arcane Aspirants [Always Accepting]

Gerald perked up and turned around to see a floating little pixie talking to him. A big smile spread across his face and eyes lit up. His roommate floats around just like he does oh goody! She could probably go wherever he went which meant he had someone to go on floats with! Oh my gods wouldn't that be absolutely fantastic. He started to reply but squinted a little harder at her. She didn't have a soul? No that's not right. He turned around really fast and then looked up and around. He saw the spirit of her real form and waved at it. "Hi there! I can see souls, personal illusions aren't great with me." He said, sounding very apologetic, like he was in the wrong for having such an ability. "I... can't actually see you right now though, just your little spirit light, nice work! Really never seen anything like it." He said through his smile. He probably seemed rather annoyingly positive and was about to elaborate on the fact he was a ghost when someone else walked into the bedroom.

"Hell...o...?" Gerald responded to the girl with slight confusion. She seemed very disinterested... and wasn't this a two person bedroom? Gerald looked at the pixie girl and shrugged before he floated to the wall and phased into the next room, looking around and seeing nobody in it. He phased his head through the wall to where the two girls were at. "I think the fourth person in our dorm is supposed to be a guy. Since you two are over here I think it's fair the girls get this bedroom how about it?" He said with a smile, phasing a and through for a thumbs up. As long as his entire body wasn't engulfed in matter he could stay half phased forever. He just hoped his other roommate didn't walk into the bedroom with his butt just sort of hanging out of the wall.

In his head he began to theorize what sort of person would have the name Sultan... that's what the paper said right? Did that mean he was mid-eastern? Maybe he'd have an adorable accent! Much unlike Gerald who's slight drawl would be a tell of the southern US almost anywhere people were educated of his culture. Not that a slight drawl couldn't be adorable. As long as he didn't start talking with slang it was sort of hard to tell how southern he was, which wasn't much at all. Whether he sounded cute or not he hoped his roommate was at least pleasant to look at and talk to. At least one of his dorm mates seemed friendly but he didn't think a girl would want to room with him.

@Electra @TheHangedMan

Arkangrad Academy for Arcane Aspirants [Always Accepting]

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Sounds like a good time. She's not going to be like that all the time. Ghislaine at least

@Pyromania99

In what world is a gay man comfortable around lesbian porn xD

Arkangrad Academy for Arcane Aspirants [Always Accepting]

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I came here for a good time and honestly I'm feeling like I walked in on lesbian soft porn.

Arkangrad Academy for Arcane Aspirants [Always Accepting]

Gerald had arrived via ferry like many of the more human students that were to attend Arkangrad, not having any flash ways to just appearificate or have himsef limousined right on in. No, he had to float along in the back of a ferry, unnerving some of the students who had to sit near him. Being close to a ghostly apparition didn't exactly make one eager to conversate, so the most he ever really heard from anyone in particular was a "what the hell is he" whispered from a girl in one of the seats a little ahead of him. It brightened his day when they finally landed ashore and he was able to just sort of levitate and phase his way onto the dock and towards the school.

All around him were different shades, shapes, and sizes of spirits still attached to their body, and some not so much. Most souls he'd ever seen in his time as a Revenant were human, small ethereal energies that weren't too different from the bodies they possessed. However, here and there were souls of massive sizes that didn't quite seem to fit in the bodies they were given, some looked nothing like their bodies at all and were just whispering flames or crackles and sparks of energy. He couldn't help but stare at some people, one girl in particular whose spirit looked like a mighty flame that could destroy most everything in its path. She was not someone he'd want to mess with, even if he could tell her form was similarly mana based like his.

He pushed away the thoughts of variety clouding his head and found his way to a courtyard of sorts where benches went on and on, most likely for speeches and whatnot, hence everyone gathering here. He found himself a seat among some humans and just sorta listend as Arthur Wick explained the school. Gerald listened fondly, wondering what other sort of magic he was to find here, and what sort of creatures he'd see showcase their abilities.

At the end of the speech a piece of paper sort of just appeared, floating, right at the tip of his nose. It gave him instructions on his rooming situation and whatnot, with an added little note "It floats! Cause it would've fell through you!" And a little smiley face drawn next to it. One of the staff members here took the time to charm this piece of paper knowing physical things would fall right through him if he wasn't expecting to touch anything. So, someone knew what he was and how to appearificate this paper right on his nose, what sort of person had that ability? Probably a savvy spacial magic user. Maybe he could learn to strengthen his telekinesis then!

With happy thoughts he followed the directions on the slip of paper all the way to a dormitory. Looking for his room number, he found it after getting turned around a few times and decided to phase through the door. There were some beds and bedframes but they weren't really of any use to Gerald. He didn't exactly have any bags either cause he didn't require sustenance or clothing so... Welp. He just sorta took it in and let his mind process the entirety of Arkangrad. He decided it'd be best to greet his roommates in attempt to make friends and then wander off to see if he couldn't meet any professors in his schools of magic.

Arkangrad Academy for Arcane Aspirants [Always Accepting]

How about no.

As our resident ghost I feel it's unfair that you come up with the idea for a character that can easily just remove my character from the roleplay, especially a fucking god.

Arkangrad Academy for Arcane Aspirants [Always Accepting]

Gerald Duponte

Name: Gerald Duponte
Race: Revenant
Gender: Male
Appearance:

credit

Julshii.tumblr.com , signs3d.tumblr.com

Gerald is by no means intimidating to look at, if not pleasant. It's not until you notice he's practically see through does the creepiness of looking at an undead creature start to sink in. Thankfully, he looks (and acts) sweetly enough to curb the churning butterflies in your gut. He's only ever really dressed in the clothes he died in, as they're kind of always there and disappear briefly if he's not wearing them for whatever reason (wink wonk). Under his shirt is a giant scarred area on his chest where he was shot with a shotgun when he died. Otherwise he's got the ghost-powers of being pimple free and without any real blemish.

Magic:
Spirit: 10
Spacial: 8
Mental: 6
Fire: 4

Technique:
-Telekinesis: Unlike popularized folklore, ghosts don't come naturally with this ability, it is instead a magic skill that must be learned. Gerald is at the academy to further his control over spacial magic as his particular race has an affinity for it. He can pick up objects equivalent to his physical strength with his mind.

-Dream-Hopper: Gerald has been studying how to enter and control dreams at the academy, and can currently enter dreams of another person for 15 minutes real-world time. He accomplishes this with his limited mental magic and his naturally incorporeal form .

-Mage Hands: Gerald can conjure ghostly, floating hands to do his bidding, and can currently maintain up to 4. Said hands last up to an hour currently before he loses control over them and they evaporate. As an added bonus, the hands can become invisible for 2 minutes once per use.

-Spirit Fire: Using his spirit magic with fire magic, Gerald can create a spirit-fire that for all intents and purposes functions just like normal fire, but cannot be put out by water or suffocated. He can keep a stream of it from his hands/mage hands for up to 10 second spurts.

Abilities:
Incorporeal Form: As a ghost-creature, Gerald is generally immune to un-charmed physical attacks. Electric, mana, and spirit based attacks are extremely effective on him.

Phasing: Gerald can phase through walls, but can only do so if the wall takes less than 5 seconds to traverse, or else he is shunted back to where he entered it.

Ghost-Sight: Gerald can see other undead-creatures that can't be seen by mortals, can witness souls leaving bodies, and converse with spirits not quite passed but not quite still here.

Mana-Based Lifeform: Gerald's body is completely maintained by mana and his soul's sheer force of will, sufficiently depleting mana sickens him. He cannot enter mana-free areas, and similar to walls, will be shunted through space to the other side if he tried to enter such an area.

Bio:
Gerald grew up in a small town in the southeastern portion of the United States, home to a very stereotypical group of devout conservative churchgoers and small town stores. This, however, is no inclination to who he is in actuality. Gerald never really meshed with those around him, mostly because he was different.

He didn't put much stock in the gods who almost destroyed the world and garnered most of them with loathing, instead leaning more towards Gods nobody speaks of, that many would often shy away from. Gods that let their followers run wild, "do what thou wilt harm none." Such gods were often associated with lower, darker forms of witchcraft and wizardry that most believed would damn you to hell. These gods were the same gods that the town, even his parents, saw as evil incarnations from hell?

Gerald simply didn't care what the town thought. He went his own way and denounced the blind loyalty that most of the townspeople gave to their so called supreme gods that made the rivers of earth run red with their slaughter of sinners. Gerald sought to be who he was and not let anyone tell him who he should be. That, however, is what got him killed.

Gerald was eventually run down on the side of the road on his way home from school and gunned down with a shotgun. Someone yelling something about the doers of evil belonging in one of the nine hells or something like that. Gerald didn't rightly remember. He just knew that when he woke up he wasn't human anymore, and that his heart burned with vengeance.

Gerald, in a sort of afterlife hangover, stumbled down the road after the man who shot him. Charles was his name. The hick heard something like the shuffling of feet and turned around only to have the color drain out of his face. The shotgun went off again as he tried to defend himself but the bullets just went through Gerald's revenant form. Gerald tore into the man spilled his blood. The body was found the next morning but Gerald's body was missing.

Gerald went on to haunt his old tormenters in town, spurred on by some darkness inside of him that couldn't be named. The town eventually hired an excorcist, a man with intense study behind spirit magic. He hunted down Gerald and attempted to exorcise him, and instead ended up purifying the boy's spirit

Gerald had been resurrected as a revenant by the hatred he had felt for his town and his burning disdain for the ignorance he faced. With the lack of gods caring for a spirit's passage Gerald was one of the ones that had become corrupted by his own lingering emotions and fell through the cracks to wreak chaos on the planet.

The excorcist had seen Gerald didn't deserve his death, so when the man purified Gerald's spirit of the dark energies his loathing had caused, the excorcist sent Gerald on his way to the academy. The hope was that the teachers could stabilize the boy's existence and give him a second chance, even in death.

Arkangrad Academy for Arcane Aspirants [Always Accepting]

Finally got this dude done

Gerald Duponte

Name: Gerald Duponte
Race: Revenant
Gender: Male
Appearance:

credit

Julshii.tumblr.com , signs3d.tumblr.com

Gerald is by no means intimidating to look at, if not pleasant. It's not until you notice he's practically see through does the creepiness of looking at an undead creature start to sink in. Thankfully, he looks (and acts) sweetly enough to curb the churning butterflies in your gut. He's only ever really dressed in the clothes he died in, as they're kind of always there and disappear briefly if he's not wearing them for whatever reason (wink wonk). Under his shirt is a giant scarred area on his chest where he was shot with a shotgun when he died. Otherwise he's got the ghost-powers of being pimple free and without any real blemish.

Magic:
Spirit: 10
Spacial: 8
Mental: 6
Fire: 4

Technique:
-Telekinesis: Unlike popularized folklore, ghosts don't come naturally with this ability, it is instead a magic skill that must be learned. Gerald is at the academy to further his control over spacial magic as his particular race has an affinity for it. He can pick up objects equivalent to his physical strength with his mind.

-Dream-Hopper: Gerald has been studying how to enter and control dreams at the academy, and can currently enter dreams of another person for 15 minutes real-world time. He accomplishes this with his limited mental magic and his naturally incorporeal form .

-Mage Hands: Gerald can conjure ghostly, floating hands to do his bidding, and can currently maintain up to 4. Said hands last up to an hour currently before he loses control over them and they evaporate. As an added bonus, the hands can become invisible for 2 minutes once per use.

-Spirit Fire: Using his spirit magic with fire magic, Gerald can create a spirit-fire that for all intents and purposes functions just like normal fire, but cannot be put out by water or suffocated. He can keep a stream of it from his hands/mage hands for up to 10 second spurts.

Abilities:
Incorporeal Form: As a ghost-creature, Gerald is generally immune to un-charmed physical attacks. Electric, mana, and spirit based attacks are extremely effective on him.

Phasing: Gerald can phase through walls, but can only do so if the wall takes less than 5 seconds to traverse, or else he is shunted back to where he entered it.

Ghost-Sight: Gerald can see other undead-creatures that can't be seen by mortals, can witness souls leaving bodies, and converse with spirits not quite passed but not quite still here.

Mana-Based Lifeform: Gerald's body is completely maintained by mana and his soul's sheer force of will, sufficiently depleting mana sickens him. He cannot enter mana-free areas, and similar to walls, will be shunted through space to the other side if he tried to enter such an area.

Bio:
Gerald grew up in a small town in the southeastern portion of the United States, home to a very stereotypical group of devout conservative churchgoers and small town stores. This, however, is no inclination to who he is in actuality. Gerald never really meshed with those around him, mostly because he was different.

He didn't put much stock in the gods who almost destroyed the world and garnered most of them with loathing, instead leaning more towards Gods nobody speaks of, that many would often shy away from. Gods that let their followers run wild, "do what thou wilt harm none." Such gods were often associated with lower, darker forms of witchcraft and wizardry that most believed would damn you to hell. These gods were the same gods that the town, even his parents, saw as evil incarnations from hell?

Gerald simply didn't care what the town thought. He went his own way and denounced the blind loyalty that most of the townspeople gave to their so called supreme gods that made the rivers of earth run red with their slaughter of sinners. Gerald sought to be who he was and not let anyone tell him who he should be. That, however, is what got him killed.

Gerald was eventually run down on the side of the road on his way home from school and gunned down with a shotgun. Someone yelling something about the doers of evil belonging in one of the nine hells or something like that. Gerald didn't rightly remember. He just knew that when he woke up he wasn't human anymore, and that his heart burned with vengeance.

Gerald, in a sort of afterlife hangover, stumbled down the road after the man who shot him. Charles was his name. The hick heard something like the shuffling of feet and turned around only to have the color drain out of his face. The shotgun went off again as he tried to defend himself but the bullets just went through Gerald's revenant form. Gerald tore into the man spilled his blood. The body was found the next morning but Gerald's body was missing.

Gerald went on to haunt his old tormenters in town, spurred on by some darkness inside of him that couldn't be named. The town eventually hired an excorcist, a man with intense study behind spirit magic. He hunted down Gerald and attempted to exorcise him, and instead ended up purifying the boy's spirit

Gerald had been resurrected as a revenant by the hatred he had felt for his town and his burning disdain for the ignorance he faced. With the lack of gods caring for a spirit's passage Gerald was one of the ones that had become corrupted by his own lingering emotions and fell through the cracks to wreak chaos on the planet.

The excorcist had seen Gerald didn't deserve his death, so when the man purified Gerald's spirit of the dark energies his loathing had caused, the excorcist sent Gerald on his way to the academy. The hope was that the teachers could stabilize the boy's existence and give him a second chance, even in death.