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The Demon Hunters' Academy

>,< GAH this'll take forever especially with two characters, I'll be making a female character since I notice a good lack of any, and I'm changing Lexion's appearance. I'll probably be posting a WIP of the sheets tonight.

The Demon Hunters' Academy

"I'm not the blushing, bumbling, ditz you think I am."

The Rosy Thorn

Name:
Lexion Osborne (prefers to be called Lex)

Age:
17

Race:
Half-Demon

Height;Weight
6'5, 205lbs

Primary:
Knight

Secondary:
Medic

Strengths:
- Eidetic memory
- Stays calm during frantic situations
- Tries to stay positive for others
- Impeccable Memory
- Charming
- Strong Willed
- Talkative
- Innocent
- Easygoing
- Kind
- Courteous
- Empathetic
- Respectful
- Strategic

Weaknesses:
- Emotional
- Naive
- Probably too Kind
- Difficulty Breaking Rules
- Easily Exhausted
- Voracious Appetite
- Lacks Confidence

Physical Capabilities:
Lex would say that he 'suffers' from Eidetic memory, meaning that he can remember as many details as he can on whatever he decides to focus on, problem being that he can usually only focus on one thing at time, while other things may easily become a blur for him if he uses this ability too much. His other ability includes that of being a powerhouse of Strength, being able to lift most kinds of heavy objects due to repeated training and focus. His strength, and the control of it is perfect to wield an erratic weapon such as Ridge, he is known to throw down multiple people under his grip, as such it is not very easy to pin him down. His weakness with his strength is that it may easily tire him, especially with heavy equipment. Being trained as he is, doesn't make him very dexterous or anything, and so as easy as it might be to physically hit him, it would take more hits than normal to bring him down due to this built up endurance. Often times he may be the one carrying most of the equipment on the battlefield, which he doesn't seem to mind. When exhausted, he tends to gain a rather voracious appetite, and usually eats a large amount of food to sustain himself, needless to say he hopes he never has to share a load of food with a team in fear that he'll eat it all.

Personality:
Lexion is someone who always has a smile on his face, and tries to be as courteous, and kind as he can be. He always seems to be in the midst of helping others, and has always been extremely generous, to the point where people have used him before he realized too late. The young man has a naivete of sorts, and is easily victim to tricksters and liars because of this. People also seem to think of him as a bubbly ditz, which he tends to hate being generalized into because of his naturally cheerful attitude. Lexion is seen as rather dormant member of the Osborne empire, people speculate that he has none of hte traits commonly seen in his extended family, but they are mistaken. When put into the right situation, Lex can become brave, and unyielding, his indomitable will is also quite prominent, and he will go through any lengths to achieve his goals. Seeing as how situations like this are rare, people do not often see this side. Lex cares more about the safety of others, than even his own. Unfortunately, he lacks the confidence typical in Demon Hunters, and instead relies on a slight bashfulness on his part, yet it doesn't take him very long to become talkative. He is a well mannered young man, who takes the time to become a useful asset to nearly everyone he meets, and he makes enjoyable company. Perhaps the most evident thing about Lex, is his charming, innocent, and young nature he has yet to truly experience the world and so he looks at everything as if it were a new discovery. He is sometimes a bit scared to try new things, and hesitates when he breaks even the simplest rules, adding to his innocent nature. He also can get severely nervous when put on the spot for something, or when having to speak in public (but he figures everyone gets that way sometimes).

He has a reserved nature, and can be unnerved about doing things out of his comfort zone, but given enough morale he feels as if he can accomplish anything. Lexion; being more of the low energy type, has always focused more on his studies, and that is where his confidence lies. He is exceptional in the field of academics, more so than most students should be, and it is common for him to have his hand up for questions asked in class. He doesn't make this confidence too noticeable, yet he loves to teach others things they have difficulty learning, and can be quite punctual when it comes to anything that is academic and competitive. While he feels he should out in the fields winning over some dangerous demon, Lex figures that he isn't particularly cut out for action. Being raised by a strict mother, Lex had no choice but to become a well mannered young man, and to treat all (even those he holds a particular dislike for) with respect. As a result, it's difficult for anyone to think of him as sordid, he has simply always been the kind, reserved boy he grew up as, but as time moves forward, he can't help but wonder if there could be something more to his personality, than just being kind, naive, and slightly shy. Most of all, Lexion wants a break from being too withheld with his true emotions, and so frigid with restrictions, and regulations, he believes that because of the way he was brought up that he isn't living life to the fullest, and that perhaps by doing that; by growing a backbone. he can fully embrace his demonic heritage.

Background Info:
The Osborne Clan is known to come from money filthy, demonic money. Essentially a crime syndicate running back possibly hundreds of years, the Osborne clan is known to supply drugs, guns, money, and even humans for demons to feed on if needed. As such they are usually feared by demon and human kind alike, and rightfully so. Lexion on the other hand seems not to fit the general archetype of an Osborne, the most notable difference is that of his human heritage, he is quite possibly the first half demon of the Osbornes, on account of his mother falling in love and mating with a human man, for this is usually shunned, and there are some family members who refuse to associate with him due to what they believe to be blood impurity, therefore Lexion has little to no connection with his extended family. Regardless, there is speculation that his birth was something of a mystery, the familiar raven hair that members of the Osborne clan is completely absent from the boy, as well as clear, pearl-esque eyes. He looks more like his father, and retains almost no physical aspects from his mother.

Instead he was raised closely with his human father, and his demon mother still in relative wealth, and away from most humans and demons. Lex's mother would describe him as a rose in a bushel of thorns, strangely, the boy grew up with a sweet disposition, far from the menacing nature of his family, and even farther away from their criminal doings. His mother would have never thought of her son as a Demon Hunter of any kind considering the development of his personality, and was actually pleasantly surprised at just how different he was from his relatives, so much so that it may have even softened her over the years, but she recognized that regardless of who or what Lexion developed into, he grew increasingly ignorant of his demonic heritage. There was a part of him that preferred to be considered human, and chose to ignore the urges he frequently had from his halfling status. As such, that part of himself diverged, into what he should have been if he were fully demon. At first, it surfaced as peculiar personality changes, the usual talkative, bubbly boy, becoming manipulative, soft spoken, and even a bit cruel. His mother thought it would be easy to hide such a thing when he started his training at the Academy, but it became quite obvious that he had no control, when push came to shove, and he found himself in a corner, he would revert to this other side, it gave him comfort and security he couldn't give himself, and whenever that happened he typically had no control over said events, often times not remembering what occurred.

He was a rather weak student at first, and therefore an easy target for other, older students but when he gained his Soul Power, he was finally able to meet the other side of himself he had for so long neglected. Adena, was as much a part of him, as he was of it. A side of himself that could easily swallow his soul whole if given the chance, something developed out of the dark desires even someone as seemingly pure as him had. With his soul power, he became able to forge a connection with this side of himself, sometimes talking to him consciously while no one is around, and turning fully into it when he activates his power. For now, he's unsure just what to do about sharing a body with something he never wanted, but can't ignore. It seems he'll have no choice but to deal with it, and hope that Adena gets no ideas about controlling his body like he used to long ago.

Other:
Lexion loves baking
He has a miniature garden in which he grows herbs
Has a love of animals and nature
Hates Thunderstorms
Loves Patisseries and Tea
Is rather unsure about his sexuality
Likes playing badminton
Sleeps with a night light (he'll never tell anyone though)

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Type: Sword
Weapon:

Ridge
A long, serrated sword that contains the ability to be pulled back and activated like a chainsaw, with this sword he gets the distance and the damage, but it is dangerous enough to injure the wielder if they have not learned how to control it's erratic blades, as such swinging it can also be hit or miss, since the blades are constantly turning and therefore the wielders hand is usually too jittery to control it's movements. As such, one has to combine erratic physical movement with the blades to ensure the effectiveness of it. Funny enough, one should wonder how such a weapon came into the hands of such a calm teen, some even witness his personality drastically changing when he activates his favored weapon. This sword is most definitely a close combat sword, and can be swung around, or straightforward. Usually, the weapon is rather bloody, and can produce rather gruesome injuries on opponents when hit. Often times the wielder is covered in blood after long battles, and it is suggested that one should not wear their favorite clothes while using it. It's special abilities include increasing the bloodlust of the wielders, driving them to feed the blade by killing more. One must wonder why someone like Lexion would choose such a blade, as it's effects may inhibit the users emotions, especially those of the demon kind.

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Type:
Usually herbs collected from his garden, and just a tiny bit of holy magic.
Detail:
He typically has ointments/ homemade remedies and just smears it over wounds, if that doesn't work the magic is usually a last resort and can only heal minor to moderate wounds.
Healing Capabilities:
7/100
Tool(s):
Ointments, Bandages, herbs, plants, spices, and dusts, pestle and mortar to mix it all.

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Effect:
During this dramatic change in power, Lex's appearance changes to that of his other side Adena. Adena utilizes the darkness surrounding it to navigate quickly, and to summon lesser demons, shadows, and tendrils under his command to attack foes. He also utilizes Lexion sword, ripping it in two and creating one blade for battle, and the other to farm powerful souls and bind them to the sword thereby empowering it, and its bloodthirst. After those souls are farmed the powers therein and usually enchanted to the sword after battle (i.e Someone who uses fire magic, their captured soul could enchant Ridge with flames so to speak.)

Endurance:
Hardly even 8 minutes, pushing into 9, after that Lex is pretty much knocked out like a baby.

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“The thing women have yet to learn is nobody gives you power. You just take it."

The Kitty Kat

Name:
Niorin Matsune

Age:
16

Race:
Demon

Height; Weight:
5'10, 132lbs

Primary:
Archer

Secondary:
Knight

Strengths:
- High Self Esteem
- Independent
- Fair
- Blunt
- Good Sense of Humor
- Flirtatious?
- Tenacious
- Confident
- Curious
- Focused
- Witty
- Clever

Weaknesses:
- Easily Bored
- Mischievous
- Lazy
- Uncaring
- Cynical
- Apathetic
- Quick to Judge
- Hot Headed

Physical Capabilities:
She may be lazy, but her time is never wasted, Niorin has impeccable agility, she's able to do multiple flips, jumps, and dodges, without a sweat. She runs faster than most people on two feet, and even faster on all fours (though she'll never admit this). She seems more like a dancer on the battlefield when dodging attacks, and can easily register other attacks to respond appropriately. Her sharp pupils makes her vision highly advanced, as well as being able to see in the dark, and blinking is usually unneeded. Among other feline related abilities, she has a threshold for hearing that is much higher than that of humans, and that of smell, making hunting a perfect activity for a being like her. Despite her seemingly super human senses, and agility, she does not have much endurance, and is not made out for endurance related activities, also her laziness greatly hinders her muscular growth.

Personality:
Carefree, and provocative, Niorin has never sensed the need to change herself for others, and has always been seen as the 'I do whatever I want' type of person, as such she is liable to ignore others, especially those who choose to conflict with her wants and desires, she is the type to do whatever she needs to do to get what she wants, and makes no affront about it. She is sociable, charming, and deceiving all in one package, though in retrospect most people see her as laid back and mellow, never really taking things as seriously as some might. She loves to experiment with things, and is not at all ashamed by her more immodest pursuits, many activities such a partying, or even sex seem to be things that she isn't at all shy talking about or mentioning. Probably one of the most distinctive features about her, is her suave persona, and her tendency to flirt with anything that breathes, while it has garnered her a few nicknames, one must know that she does most of these things in jest. She has a good social standing with most people, and may come off as a little unemotional or distant at first. She has a hard time connecting to others, and can be selfish and lazy at times. She tends to look at the world through a gray filter, but she is always looking out for herself. Despite seeming somewhat flimsy when it comes to schooling, Niorin possesses an intense hunger for knowledge, her intelligence (when it shows) tends to disarm a few of those who would think otherwise, but she proves to be capable of handling high caliber intellectual studies.

She can be rather pragmatic and cynical about the world around her and people's true intentions, to the point where she doesn't trust others easily, and tends to hate being told what to do. Often times group assignments can be frustrating with her, and authority usually has less than positive things to say about her despite being a better than average student.

Background Info:
She was born, or maybe just appeared in this world, she's never been sure just how demons end up in a world like this, though for many people it is clear that she carries hatred for both humans and demons equally, for one humans due to their obvious efforts to control demon kind (or at least that's how she sees it), and demons for making the humans into nuisances, especially with Tamers and Exorcists around. As such, she's grown up with a rather depressing view of the world and it's people, not having anyone close to bound to a young demon, she was born in what she would consider a 'litter' a group of feline demons much like herself, her being born as the meekly one of the group also gave her the unfortunate consequence of being the most ignored, through that lens her early life was quite lonely and she was often left to keep herself company in spite of those who would tease her for her sickly state. As such she developed into a very protective person, someone who doesn't take kindly to others in her space, and she may find it hard to get closer to others.

Regardless, she hides this behind a rather suave character, someone who is competitive, and hot-headed. Becoming older for her was all about proving those who thought of her as weak wrong. Once the horrid phase known as puberty passed, Niorin found herself taller than most girls, and with burgeoning powers at her fingertips, it was at this time, her shy, reclusive, (kinda bitchy) self was shed, to a more confident, independent, almost arrogant, (and still kinda bitchy) self was born. These days there aren't really many students who haven't heard of Niorin's antics, therefore to many people she's either a huge bitch, or really enjoyable company, you usually don't get anything in the middle.

Other:
Tends to get weak in the knees when her ears are scratched
Loves Tuna Sandwiches
Will often quote famous movies
Likes Chocolate
May or may not react to cat related accessories (especially balloons)
Can be quite flirtatious with both genders
Cannot handle alcohol well.

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Type: Rogue
Weapon:
AERA Carbon

Weapon Abilities:
This Bow is capable of firing three arrows simultaneously, the arrows that Niorin uses are typically enchanted with a variety of effects, such as poisons, smoke bombs, regular bombs, and what have you. The tenacity of the bow ,and it's drawing power allows it to have lightning fast Precision, and launching.
Accuracy: 73/100
Precision: 96/100

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Type:
Shield
Weapon:
Aegir

Weapon Abilities:
A small shield, attached to a bracer worn on the forearm, if Niorin is forced into close combat she uses the sharp blades on the bracer to hit opponents, but the shield is also used to block attacks to vital body parts. If she stands still, the shield can transform into a larger version of itself to protect the wielder, but at the sacrifice of movement. She'd have to crouch down, and let the shield cover over her body incase there is more firepower than she can protect herself against.
Fighting Type:
She is mainly a long range type of fighter, but if forced into close combat the shield acts in both a defensive (mostly), and offensive manner as described above.

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Effect:
The enchanted arrows that she uses turns into large spears of light that flow around her and protect her, and the small shield turns into a protective armor of sorts, her bow, is able to blast these powerful, seemingly endlessly, blindingly fast spears of light at her enemy, or she can wield around her like a spear to attack her opponent, The shield envelops her in a binding armor that the same time may heal any wounds she has, and looks like light armor when activated.

Endurance:
The armor usually takes some time to wear out in comparison to the spears, and so the longest she's lasted has been a good 15 minutes after using her Soul Weapon due to the regenerative effects.

♛:||KingsRidge School of Witchcraft and Wizardry||:♛

It's late as fuck, and I'm supposed to be asleep, but I'll be damned if I didn't get a post up, even if I pulled it out my ass (I think I did a good enough job though for it to be like 3 in the morning). Anyhow, hopefully we have some posts before I get home tomorrow, don't want this roleplay to lose steam after all. Can ya'll possibly message the people who haven't been around the thread so they can post too hopefully.

So since having Dorms/Roommates done by House would be kinda inhibiting I think (also we want to make Kingsridge different from Hogwarts), I decided to spice it up and make dorms shared by all Houses. So here are the Dorm Pairs before I'm off to sleep, and you guys get to posting.

Males:
Sebastian Jury , Kwes Powers

Thomas Benjamin Grimm, Benjamin Teague

Toby Kipling , Salem Truitt

Jack Mellard Bourne , Jaylin Vance

Females:
Nolan Parver , Emmeline Lovelock

Morrigan Cassandra Brighthill , Cliodhna Burns

Rylan Amalia Keenan , Lamilla May Johnson

Charlotte M. Spirit, TBA?

(if we get one more female student character then I'll close applications, Charlotte's gonna be lonely :(, Imperfectionist are you making a female student by any chance?)

HOAL is fucking ouuuuttttttt. Goddamn am I sleepy~

♛:||KingsRidge School of Witchcraft and Wizardry||:♛

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"Here at Kingsridge, we hope to have a wonderful year with all of the returning students this year, it was a long vacation, and we know that some of you are ready to find new experiences here."

To Reuben, the speech sounded like a familiar chant with all the upperclassmen seated in the auditorium, he hadn't expected all of them to even give half as much attention to the speech as they did when they first came here, maybe not even then, but perhaps it was nice to be reminded that they all had a purpose here, that the chance they were given to attend this school was something that should have been precious considering the circumstances prior. Reuben only had to look out at the crowd to see a few familiar faces and if he was right, every student that wasn't newly enrolled should have been there. His dark brown eyes followed the crowd before walking from the podium, after which the students were dismissed. For him, the auditorium and the stage had a familiar dint to it, the dint of 22 years gone past. Once he graduated, it took him on a journey across the world. Unlike some of the graduates from his year that went straight into the workforce and tried to survive in a world that disenfranchised their kind, he decided to travel. For that took him to the most dingy Burroughs of some countries, to the most beautiful mountains. For him, it was a time of growing, a fortune passed from him to his family. Yet, for all that traveling, he realized that he was essentially running away from his problems, from an early age, Reuben was ashamed to be a wizard, scared even, he would often masquerade as a human, and hope that he wouldn't be found out. Usually he wasn't, but when he came close to the flames of Civil War in a typically peaceful country, Reuben was reminded that he had to take the initiative to change this for both the Wizarding World and Muggle World.

When he returned to his home country, he found that the things were just a smidgen better than when he left ages ago, but even then people would rather spit, and mock magic as it was, people practicing street tricks getting assaulted, children who had yet to control their own powers growing out of the control of their Muggle superiors, abuses at every level to expose those who dared to practice magic in the general public. Here, Magicians were forced to be 'labeled', at the cost of having everything snatched from them. As far as Reuben could tell, this was a time when potential Wizards and Witches were kept from Magical Schools because of fear. Fear pushed the Muggles to their limits, and our kind pushed back. Reuben came together with the alumni he knew best form the Academy and even some of the very teachers who took the time to teach him all he knew, the point for them was to teach Muggles that there was no harm in Magic. That campaign led him to this very stage, to the survival of Magic, and Kingsridge itself, his actions and that of others secured the students safety here, and while it may not have nearly been as dangerous as it was in the past, he couldn't say the movement smoothed itself out incredibly. He took off down the small sets of stairs on the right, and while it was still the first day, students usually spent that reconciling with old friends, finding their roommates, or even preparing themselves for the first classes of the year.

That was simply how Commencement Day usually worked, and then by the evening, a nice little congratulatory supper for all students, a way to link the new and returning together before their studies started. The Headmaster once off the stage walked in the middle of the aisle, excusing himself and greeting the students who acknowledged his presence, he already received word that his his old colleague was seen drinking around campus, not that he was in a hurry to find him, but he hoped that he wasn't intoxicated, that could truly bring out the worst in the man, but even then Rueben knew he took care of himself. So it wasn't exactly a pressing issue or anything, as he made his way out into the Main Halls of the school, he found himself smack dab in a large expanse of students mingling with one another, others excited at having a new roommate and such, among other things teenagers were usually excited about. Watching the excitement made his journey rather slow, along with students wanting him to stop for conversation. Most notably some of the budding new Journalists from the newly formed Student Council.

"Sir! Mr Grayson sir? Do you plan on implementing any new changes to the Quidditch brooms being used this year, also we had reports of there never being enough paper towels in the girl's bathrooms?? Sir?!" A quill wrote at lighting speed as the students notepad was nearly shoved into his face, he said nothing, but he could tell that the utensil was probably writing about the expression on his face.

Ruben smirked at the comments, and stayed to talk with the students, something about the experience made him wondered if this is what it's like being President, making all the promises you can, while hoping to fulfill most of them.

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Balthazar already had Scotch on his tongue, too early for his tastes, but it was always nice to feel a bit more relaxed before things got ahead. Not that he normally drank, not around his students, and definitely not around his superiors, but something had called him to the bottle more than anything else. For a moment he relished in the thought of his younger self, as an Agent, one of the best in the Congress of Magic, or maybe he'd like to think so. Those times having to rally behind people who wanted nothing more than safety from the humans they despised. Honestly, he wouldn't have blamed them, things became so hectic here in comparison to his stay in Europe, at least there before here Wizards had the decency to not care as much as they did. Hell, most Muggles laughed at the thought, and Casper would be right there laughing with them, hoping to ease off of their intoxication as he did his own. His years at the Congress were nothing but hell, nothing like his father used to boast about. Those times were simpler he always had to remind himself, everything he remembered left a taste more bitter than the liquor in his mouth. He raised his slumped arm over the chair he sat in, grimacing at the long scar on his forearm, the way the scar mismatched his skin tone, there were many others like it, but nothing caused more pain then this deep, gnawing injury he sustained from years past..This one gained after being tortured in some kind of muggle prison for Wizards, a place were inane experiments were born so humans could come to 'understand' just what they were.

Reuben would often comfort him by concluding that his past with humans would reasonably lead to unfathomable rage, and sometimes Casper caught himself off guard, hating Muggles and their world from a distance despite how integrated they all were now, but that hate was only kept for those purely human, a lick of Wizarding blood in anybody was for him at the time better than being that. Yet, even then, when the time came for him to support the uprising of Wizards who sought to be off with these weaker individuals, Reuben drug him off from a drunken stupor, literally, and figuratively. The stupor of anger, and the long battle he had with the bottle. After which, he taught him that the anger he harbored would lead to his death, and Casper found many reasons to believe him. Many would say that his colleague Grayson was like the calmest of storms, Casper hadn't a reason not to agree. He was perhaps too sober to be thinking these things, but as soon as he heard the entrance to the Lounge open, he laid his bottle of Scotch on the ground, and the cup slowly, he took maybe a shot before realizing his mistake and how easily he could be lead back if he dwelled on painful things. It was just another staff member, supposedly grasping some books they left before leaving the Lounge area. Casper had to suddenly wonder just where he got the idea to start drinking out of nowhere. Instead of even explaining why he was drinking like he could get away with it, he stood from his chair, dusted his pants and moved for the door, before mumbling a fairly unapologetic sounding,

"Apologies. "

For now, he would find other things to be worried about before the berating he would get at the hands of Rueben for drinking on school grounds, something about 'being a role model' for future students, and how he was "worried about his health' things he normally expected from the overly caring man. Casper just scratched at his scalp and began a bit of walk around school grounds, thankfully that small glass wasn't enough for him to feel any intoxication.

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Rylan twisted her neck in mock display as Mr.Grayson finished his little speech, as if she'd just woken up from a nap and hadn't heard the same speech about three or four times before at the beginning of every school year. Cloud who was in her lap was also yawning with her, surprised this time that it wasn't yipping at every little living thing that moved this year, especially since Famillars became so popular at the school a few years ago. She twisted a lock of her hair as she groggily acknowledged that everyone was standing and leaving elsewhere, for here there was no need to rush into the crowds for anything that is until Cloud became far more motivated that she was to start moving, and then barking at the backs of students, and running straight into the crowds. Rylan thought nothing of it as she leaned back into her chair waiting for the canine to return, she even lazily whistled for it. Then she heard the very noticeable yelp of the dog, and a student struggle to free something from it's grasp, with all the students still filing out, she ran towards the scene, where a good number of students were too scared to pry the hyper active dog off the victimized bag. Cloud's teeth was ensnared on the students belonging, and it was long before Rylan got out of her slog and pulled her dog's small body away from the bag.

'Ah-Rr-Really Sorry! "

She struggled to say as her dog started to wrestle with the bag, and the other student was simply scared that their things would be spread across the floor for them to pick up, further embarrassed by the fact that attention had been brought to them that they didn't want. They recognized Rylan too, and from that it was easy to assume that maybe they were a target for some juvenile bullying. They certainly hoped not, the other students concern seemed genuine though. "J-Just leave it alone." with one final tug the girl, and the dog's teeth pulled apart, Rylan caught Cloud in her arms, as the other girl fell over on the floor, her friends helping her up as she looked at Rylan with a rather confused, and panicked look. Rylan never felt more anxious, but she had more people asking if her and her dog was okay, than the other girl, for that she felt sorry, she wasn't supposed to bring Cloud here anyway, but it wasn't as if most people cared about following the rules, especially not her. Even then, she put it in the back of her mind to apologize to that girl later if she ever saw, but she could see that her posse typically paid no mind to the situation, as the student rushed off as quickly as the situation died down. Cloud on the other hand kept licking her arm, the agitation gone from it.

"Goddamnit Cloud, if you keep doing this they'll force you to stay in the kennels, and I know you don't like it there."

Cloud whined slightly, knowing that what she said was a semblance of a threat, the dog knew better, but sometimes even it's own instincts trumped it, she petted it affectionately before putting it down.

" Rylan, you'll probably need a leash for that before it starts biting other people."

Yeah, no shit." she laughed before gathering her own things. "You think they're still serving breakfast right now?

Someone responded with a yeah, before Rylan had her stuff collected and ready. " Well, then I'll be there stuffing my face." she smiled brightly and walked her way out of the auditorium with the waning crowd, making her way to the Cafeteria with a small group of her old friends, reminiscing about past schools years and all. It felt good to be back.

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A guitar strum, and a snake dancing next to him probably made Salem look like a peddler of some kind. He hoped the snake was dancing, or maybe it was having some type of seizure, he couldn't tell, although the reptile did tell him that it was enjoying the tune, all the while slithering around in the shade of the several autumn trees around campus. He was no snake charmer, but he could probably make good money if he became one. A worthless thought that passed through him as his snake slithered around. Salem wasn't one to listen to the same speech given to all the students, he liked Mr.Grayson enough but didn't think he could endure hearing him say the same thing he did nearly every year. For that, Salem enjoyed the peace he got from the nature around school grounds, the Autumn trees swayed slightly, and gave way to a beautiful swirl of multi-colored leaves, too bad that Salem was a summer type of guy, before he enrolled here he had no concept of just what snow was so, his first year here came with a few more surprises than he was ready for.

He put his guitar down and let his head rest on the tree for a moment, just appreciated the fact that he had some sun in his face, and not his relatives. It was funny how sour things turned once he was found to be a wizard, in that moment he swiftly became a liability, even his parents found to the time to blame must of their misfortunes on his powers, but what was he to expect from such a community of people? Superstitions played a strong role in his childhood and it still did today, and while most people were accepting of Magic in their society, smaller settlements like where he was from became an echo chamber of unadulterated hatred and supremacy. It was up to him to keep his mouth shut, and his hands off his wand during vacation. He wondered if this is what it was like back then for his teachers, if so, he could most definitely sympathize with them and their struggles. All that inactivity, usually made him rusty with his spells, forgetting basic things, even having spells misfire, but he took it in stride either way, and wasn't going to let old world views bring down a peg or anything, that just wasn't the way Salem was at all. Either way, after this year he was looking forward to adulthood, moving away from that wretched small town, and it's citizens to something far better. Here he would spend his last two years making sure that his degree in magical studies was put to good use, and hopeful that he would pass those frustratingly hard tests.

For him it was all a matter of time, and surely it would come, if he could visualize why shouldn't it happen?

♛:||KingsRidge School of Witchcraft and Wizardry||:♛

I actually have two parts of the first post done (Casper and Ruben's part), now I'm finishing my two students, if not up by late tonight, it will be by tomorrow.

♛:||KingsRidge School of Witchcraft and Wizardry||:♛

So I'm gonna come out right and say it, with work and everything I've been a little busy, but I have been rereading the posts that have been posted while I was away, to be honest, I'm a little confused on what everyone wants, and would like an explanation on what most people agree with. Not trying to be lazy here or anything, I read everything it's just that the ideas is all too jumbled in my head to make a concise decision, after that either I or all of us can make a agreement on what seems best for the roleplay, as I would like to make the first post tomorrow or Wednesday with the time I'll have on hand.

@Imperfectionist I was going to make a bit of background of how the world as our character's know it came to be in the first post to this RP, (it was also the reason why I made Biographies optional on Character Sheets), but since you asked I'm happy to answer. I would say that the push for integration happened in the 2020's, I would also say that the movement was similar to that of let's say of a Civil Rights movement (i.e segregation, rioting, violence, protesting, laws passed, even maybe genocide in far less accepting societies), so the scar of that struggle still resonates strongly in Wizards and Witches 30+, and continue on in other places were such a thing might still be occurring. So I have no problem with that idea, in fact it fits rather well.

Nightmares

Name:
Ezekiel 'Zeke' Row
Age:
18
Gender:
Male
Physical Description:
Tousled auburn hair, Freckles that dot the expanse of his nose, and the upper part of his cheeks, eyes that brandish a hazel hue lighter than most chocolates, a majority of people would look at Zeke and think of him as a normal kid, were it not for the piercings and tattoos he was so adamant about getting on his 16th birthday. The large gauges on his ear often catch the attention of others people anything else, and admittedly he's lost a few friends whose parents thought it was unbecoming of a young man to look like he did, and he regrets a few piercings in places that'd he's not totally proud of. One should learn that the piercings never made the man. Zeke Also has an assortment of tattoos on his body, that far exceeds the piercings, he likes these more than them. Beyond this, Zeke stands at an exact 6'0ft, and has a rather fit, lean body for a teenager, yet he has good balance of upper and lower body strength due to his early days in gymnastics. His skin is an olive color, and contrast well with the brown freckles that dot his upper shoulders, face, and back. Typically, Zeke is seen wearing hoodies, or sweaters that are far too large for his own body, even in considerable heat, he is also often seen with a hat of some kind whether it be a beanie or cap.

Pact:
Treva is it's name, and laziness is it's game. This spirit has been relatively sluggish about it's entire experience, this had led to it becoming a weakling due to it's severe inactivity. For once, realizing it's imminent death, it decided to do something other than wallow around, it was perhaps luck that it came across Zeke. For the most part it can seem indifferent to may things, and Treva and Zeke never seem to get along since their persona's are at odds with one another

Treva's pact with Zeke includes him being able to absorb materials of all types into his body, materials like iron, wood, water, marble, paper, and gels. The more materials he absorbs the more he risks becoming statuesque or even liquid-like, so it's important for him not to absorb too many materials. Usually depending on what he absorbs the material can be damaged, and he can lose limbs like this, or if he absorbed something metallic, he'd have to be careful not to let his vital organs come in contact with the power or else he'll more than likely die. In return for this pact, Zeke cannot see the faces of anyone he associates with, so faces usually look a distorted, and garbled mess every time he tries to focus on them.

Personality:
Passionate and full of nervous energy Zeke is only at peace when meditating, his emotional state can be described as fragile, but that is not something he regularly shows, in fact he is quite shy, though most people take him for a moody outcast. That's not to say he proves them wrong with his hearty laugh, and personality upon approach. He tends to wander into conversation often with a slight smile on his lips. What he hates most is anyone who lacks common sense, or bring trouble with them. He tries to avoid trouble as much as he can, but somehow his curiosity seems to lead him back to it. He can be a hot teapot of anger when provoked, and he has been in his fair share of scuffles. He has a fairly odd sense of humor, and is very easily moved by his emotions, you will normally catch him crying at the end of some movies (and trying to hide his anguish at the same time). He's headstrong, and can sometimes jump into things without thinking them through, regardless he will still devote himself to whatever he's doing even if he makes mistakes.

a dumb demon killers school rp

Name:
Lexion Osborne (prefers to be called Lex)
Age:
17
Title:
The Rosy Thorn
(this is a play on the idiom 'every rose has it's thorn' many people recognize Lex as a rather polite person, with impeccable manners, yet when he handles his weapon he changes into a completely different beast altogether, hence the name)
Primary:
Knight
Secondary:
Exorcist

Weapon:

Ridge

A long, serrated sword that contains the ability to be pulled back and activated like a chainsaw, with this sword he gets the distance and the damage, but it is dangerous enough to injure the wielder if they have not learned how to control it's erratic blades, as such swinging it can also be hit or mix, since the blades are constantly turning and therefore and the wielders hand is usually too jittery to control it's movements straightforward. As such, one has to combine erratic physical movement with the blades to ensure the effectiveness of it. Funny enough, one should wonder how such a weapon came into the hands of such a calm teen, some even witness his personality drastically changing when he activates his favored weapon.

Physical Abilities:
Lex would say that he 'suffers' from Eidetic memory, meaning that he could remember as many details as he can on whatever he decides to focus on, problem being that he can usually only focus on what thing at time, while other things may easily become a blur for him if he uses this ability too much. It has become the reason why he's decided that his minor should be that of the Exorcist. His other ability includes that of being a powerhouse of Strength, being able to lift most kinds of heavy objects due to repeated training and focus. His strength, and the control of it is perfect to wield an erratic weapon such as Ridge, he is know to throw grown men under his grip as such it is not very easily to pin him down. His weakness with his strength is that it may easily tire him, especially with heavy equipment.

♛:||KingsRidge School of Witchcraft and Wizardry||:♛

Wow I didn't expect the relationship sheets to be received so well ^^, now you all make me want to start my own despite being busy.

Tatsua Aiisen said
Ah, I was wondering when somebody would mention that.My problem is that the idea of casually using a picture of a real human being for such a thing disgusts me, I would really rather leave the roleplay than do so.@GM, would it be acceptable for me to use a description rather than a picture?

TBH, your character is so interesting that I can let it slide, though I will say that I usually prefer pictures over description since I'm more of a spatial person. To each their own I suppose, though like someone mentioned in thread, descriptions with pictures are best too.

Gisk said
Or we can just only bother with class scenes when relevant to the plot.

Athos said
Yeah... I was wondering about that as well.Like are we all going to be taking the same classes? It wouldn't make too much sense real life wise but it might help with the story since we only have a limited amount of teachers.

Athos said
Yeah... I could never keep a single avatar for that long ^^;Or signature. Or really single anything. Maybe 3 classes for each student? Or we take the same classes but time block style so that you would still see everyone but not at the same time?I don't know, I mean, I could write a CS for a teacher but I'm just worried that my Harry Potter lore isn't exactly up to snuff ^^;I had a pretty hard time just writing the student CS because of that hahaI read the entire series before, it's just been a few years since then.

I like Gisk's idea, though that wouldn't necessarily mean that we wouldn't need a class schedule right? To be honest I am so bad at those, as I always base it off what I'm familiar with from my own schooling, and that definitely doesn't make it easy if I'm having to make multiple schedules and then deciding on who goes where.


As far as the class schedule is concerned I'll have to respond to that a little later, then we'll all decide on what we want. I'm going to be reading the preceding posts, though it should be mentioned that Gisk's idea of plot over classes should be important, as we don't want this roleplay to be all school and no action so to say. Also the two sheets that were posted are also accepted, I'll update the front page accordingly.

a dumb demon killers school rp

Interested ^^ will ask questions later