Hitman

|| The School of Death ||

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@Hitman

Torok Vencor

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Name: Torok Vencor

Nicknames/Alias: “Sleeper” or “Rook”

Age: 16

Gender: Male

Nationality: Russian, with some Norwegian heritage.

Hometown: outskirts of Moscow

Date of Birth: 11th of July

Appearance: Torok tends to wear loose fitting clothing with natural colors, mostly brown, tan, or green colors. He does have a bit of facial hair already even with his age and has green eyes that go surprisingly well with his blonde hair.

Height: 6’5

Weight: 220 Lbs.

Status: Legacy

Family: Truehorn

Weapon of Choice: He does wield a spear as a melee weapon with two large knives for back up, and favors dual heavy caliber pistols for mid-range engagements.

Magic: This one is a strange case, being a legacy; one would expect him to be well versed in magic. Well not this one, he is what you would call a late bloomer. Not only that, but even though he is a Truehorn his magic is not the type normally associated with his family. However, once his magic does manifest he will find the ability to wield and manipulate light. To the eventual degree of being able to bend light around objects and living things making them invisible, being able to form solid objects from light, and possibly being able to purify the corruption of demons. Although, that last one will take a while to get too.

Strengths:
- Composure - Keeping a cool head in engagements and stressful situations.
- Close quarters combat – he has received a lot of combat training due to having no magic manifestations yet.
- Optimistic – always seeing the bright side of things.
- Courageous – you can count on him to step up to any challenge regardless of his handicap.

Weaknesses:
- No magic – so far he hasn’t had a magic manifestation. He has had some rudimentary magic training but that’s it.
- Big – he’s a big guy and doesn’t always fit in the smallest places. He also tends to be a little slower than others are.
- Range – his training doesn’t account for long range combat and unfortunately he’s not very good at dealing with anything from a distance.
- Selfless – he doesn’t tend to consider his own needs or safety when it comes to the needs or safety of others.

Fears:
- Never manifesting his magic.
- Losing someone, he was meant to protect.
- Letting down his family by becoming a lesser reaper because of having no magic.
- A cage.

Personality: Torok is what some would call loud and boisterous. Because of his upbringing, his family revel in good times, laughs, storytelling, and just having a good time at any opportunity. There is so much death and destruction in the world and their jobs mean that they could be killed at any moment. Because of this, he tries to live every moment of it, making people laugh and feel comfortable and safe, getting to know others and making friends, always trying to make others smile through jokes and gifts. Being selfless with his time, energy, and finances.

This does not mean he is innocent or arrogant as to the line of work he has chosen or the world around him. No. he knows how cruel this world is and it could always use a little more light. To some this can come off as annoying or that he is ignorant of the world around them and which they live. Not many others have the attitude and out look to see the world around them as he does. He will always be there to see others succeed and lift them up and out of the gloom, which surrounds them.

Likes:
- Laughing
- Story’s
- Celebrating
- Fighting
- helping
- Good food
- Good friends

Dislikes:
- Seeing others sad
- Demons
- Not being able to work with magic
- Not being able to help
- Others who just want to bring people down

Backstory: Torok was born to a family centered closely to the leadership of the Truehorn. His father, Darrius Vencor, is a reaper and strong leader. He heads specialized strike teams aimed at taking on demons were collateral damage has to be low. His mother, Valerie Vencor, was a reaper in her younger years but now manages most of the communications, requests, and sightings that come with being a reaper and talking with the other houses. She is very good at multi-tasking.

He is the youngest of four brothers and five sisters, all of whom have reached high positions within their house. So far, he has only lost one sister while she was working. Even though his magic still hasn’t manifested even while being a legacy his family don’t look down on him or treat him differently. The worst they have done is tease him with the name ‘sleeper’ because he’s a late bloomer. His upbringing was just a little more combat orientated because of it.

He has spent most of his days doing just that, whenever he wasn’t going through school to learn the basics of this world he was training. He knows his upbringing wasn’t as tough or hard as others but he doesn’t want to flaunt it either. He chose to keep working towards this job to protect and help what kind of person could he except to be if he didn’t at least try even if he didn’t have any magic.

Hobbies/Interests:
He likes to sing when he is bored and can’t meditate. Often one can find him meditating when he has nothing better to do. Finding or making gifts for the people around him, normally jewelry or trinkets.

Other: if he had a theme song it would probably be, “Matter of time” by Tribe.

@ReusableSword

There's one problem with this character- there already is a Truehorn character, and because they're not siblings, I can't quite accept this character. Sorry.

|| The School of Death ||

@Sanity43217 @Enzayne The RP is progressing immensely quickly, but don't worry if you don't fit anything in. This whole intro phase is really just exposition and grounding characters, so if you feel behind, just feel free to gloss over the events that transpire briefly when you do come in.

|| The School of Death ||

"Legacy?! Woaaaah."

Legacies were few and far between at the School (though their families always want to limit that to the best of their ability...with many children), and the idea that the girl standing in front of him was a Legacy student blew his mind (perhaps more than it should have.) His smile persisted as Luke took her hand and shook it, his fingers wrapped around hers like an iron vice grip and squeezing quite hard, though entirely unintentionally. "Come on, don't be like that! You seem pretty cool; I'm sure we'll find some other friends around here. Everybody here seems pretty...chill."

He looked at the few scenes around him, and kept silent. Perhaps not everybody here was in the best mood after the ship ride- however, Luke was positive everybody, or at least, almost everybody, would feel much better after this whole situation was resolved, though it didn't seem like it would any time soon.

As the blonde came over to greet Mei, Luke gave her a slight wave, using his other hand to cover up the tinge of blush on his face. It wasn't really his fault that he had seen what he had seen, right? It was an accident, he convinced himself. But the creeping of red on his face suggested otherwise.

Something curious began to happen around then. The wind started picking up speed, causing Luke's jacket to flap in the wind and his hair to be blown about. This newfound wind did not concern him, but what did was the moaning that it carried. The moaning in the wind sounded ethereal, unattached, but also disturbing and immensely disconcerting. Luke reached for his dagger, but realized his weapons, along with anything that would've helped him fight the Demon, was in his luggage.

The only thing that wasn't was himself, and he would make damn good use of it.

Electricity visibly sparked at his hands, sparks flying as the voltaic energy built up in his balled fists. He turned to Mei. "Watch out. I don't have a good feeling about this." He knew that she was a Legacy student and all the jazz, but he couldn't help but feel a bit protective of her. She was the only person he knew in this godforsaken place, after all.

The moaning only continued to increase. Whatever was making it was getting closer.

"Finally, something interesting." Luke cracked his neck and put his feet into a boxing position. He was itching to go.

Speaks to: Mei Takahashi @Reshy134
Mentions: Alexandria Vesparantus @Hammerman

Also: @Poppirious @Hammerman @Reshy134 @Double Capybara @Enzayne @Arreyis @Sanity43217 @Krytavius @La Savant @Dark Light

|| The School of Death ||

<Snipped quote by Hitman>

Finished my Character Sheet.

@Sanity43217

Pretty cut and dry character overall, but he fits well into the mold here! Feel free to move him over and get an intro up!

|| The School of Death ||

There were quite a few students present on the dock, from all corners of the world, all gathered on the deck in a shivering mess. As Luke scanned through the crowd of people, looking for somebody to approach, he spotted a girl in front of him with blonde hair, a mean-looking pistol, and a skirt that left little to the imagination. With a sudden flush overcoming his face as another girl went to help with the blonde's predicament, Luke took a few steps back. That was certainly not a high point for him.

As he moved about, his eyes flitting through the assembled people while his brain tried to make sense of the situation, a female voice spoke out, and appeared to be direct at him. “Hey, uh...any idea what we’re waiting for here?”

Luke turned to face her. She was a bit shorter than him, but not abnormally so, with black hair and features that made Luke think she was some sort of Oriental. She seemed sweet and looked to be a nice person. The blonde Scion gave a wide grin along with a shrug, thinking about his response. He had no problem with the conversation itself, but more with the English that he was about to speak. Luke had come a long way with the second language, but he was yet to achieve mastery of the English tongue. After a brief pause, he spoke with great happiness in his tone and a smile on his face. "To be honest, I have no clue what's going on," he started, his voice lilting with a slight Scandinavian accent over what was quite concise English overall- recognizably foreign, perhaps, but well-versed enough to be convincing. "I think they're waiting for everybody to get off the boats, and then they're going to give some sort of introduction?" He laughed. "At this rate, I'm going to be bored to death before the classes even start. First the boat trip, and now this."

Comforted by what seemed to be a friendly face, Luke extended his hand out to the girl. "My name's Luke Svenson. Scion from Denmark. Nice to meetcha," he ended with a flashy grin stretched across his face. "What's your name?"

Speaks to: Mei Takahashi @Reshy134
Mentions: Alexandria Vesparantus @Hammerman

|| The School of Death ||

Hider

Name

Enzo Tarantella of the House Arachne

Nicknames/Alias

The Seventh Spider

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Age: 15
Gender: Male
Nationality: Filipino
Hometown: Kuwebang Sinukuan, Mt. Arayat, Pampanga, Philippines
Date of Birth: May 21, 2002

Appearance

Black rings are somewhat visible on his eyes as evidence of his constant fatigue and exhaustion. He does have a sickly pallor to boot.

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Height: 5'6
Weight: 121 lbs
Status: Legacy

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Weapon of Choice: The Juru Pakal - A kris blade that is one of the Arachne family's treasures. It is an ornate, jet-black kris that Enzo hangs from his waist. Sturdy yet lightweight, this allows Enzo to be nimble while fighting, although, his chronic sickness makes it hard for him to maximize the blade's strength. To compensate for his lack of endurance, Enzo makes sure to lace the Juru Pakal in a neurotoxin, designed to incapacitate his opponents as quickly as possible before his own strength fails.

Magic

Trece Martires

Similar to those of the Arachne clan, Enzo shackles three spirits of those who fell in battle against the demons to his side. These spirits inhabit three individual armor sets with different specializations. Normally, Enzo can just summon the three armor-spirits and let them do battle for him. However, when push comes to shove, Enzo can also command the spirit to equip the armor on him or on allies, providing them with the armor's benefits. The armors themselves are ethereal, being treasures of the Arachne clan. Once they are damaged too much, the armor dissipates where it is slowly repaired.

Trece Martires

• Ang Panday (The Blacksmith) - this armor once belonged to a fallen blacksmith who sacrificed himself to free his people from the influence of the demons infesting his realm. His spirit lives on in the armor, and like his enduring and determined nature, the Panday is the strongest and toughest plate armor in Enzo's arsenal. It carries a longsword at its back, and its main task is to stick near to Enzo as an emergency equip. However, it is as slow and sluggish as it is tough, causing faster foes to be able to outmaneuver this spirit with little difficulty.
• Ang Datu (The Ruler) - this armor bore the spirit of a fallen datu who led his people in a bloody crusade against the creatures of the dark, ultimately allowing them to overthrow their demon captors. The Datu armor is the lightest and fastest of all the spirit-armors, possessing strength and speed above that of a normal athlete. Equipped with a pair of ornate eastern daggers, the datu is often the spirit Enzo calls for battle. If Enzo equips this armor, he also becomes faster at the expense of his already sickly energy.
• Ang Babaylan (The Priestess) - this armor held the spirit of a fallen priestess who helped in healing and binding the wounds sustained during the great war against their demon captors. While not possessing any significant defensive or offensive capabilities, this spirit-armor can still fight, similar to a normal combatant. The most notable use for this armor is that it heals whomever it is equipped on. It should be noted that the healing power is derived from Enzo's own energy.

Strengths:

• High Intelligence - Enzo is a skilled tactician, owing to his poor health which forced him to stick to literature and study. While not the smartest in his family, Enzo can definitely hold his own in devising battle tactics, strategies, and emergency protocols.
• Decent Swordsman - While his constitution is impaired, Enzo was still trained in his family's fighting tactics. He can't always hold his own against a normal fighter, but with the use of his armors, his fighting prowess is greatly increased.
• Great Wealth - As a direct member of the House Arachne, Enzo has access to a ridiculous amount of wealth, owing to his family's businesses around the world. They have connections even in the black market, but that's a story for another time.
• Calm and Analytical - It is almost impossible to tick off Enzo as he had been trained to keep a calm demeanor even in the worst of times. He almost never panics, and he can serve as a decent leader in desperate scenarios.

Weaknesses:

• Chronic Illness - Due to a strange infantile illness, Enzo is perpetually plagued with a disease that leaves him coughing and fatigued. This, as a consequence, makes him weaker than other legacies alongside reduced stamina and even energy levels.
• Overzealous and Lawful Neutral - As someone who abides by the laws without the taint of prejudice, Enzo can be quite close-minded when it comes to lawbreakers and unconventional individuals. He has little tolerance for those who do not follow protocols, and this can put him at odds with his peers.
• Weakness for Direct Combat - Enzo prefers to let his spirits do his fighting for him. While he can fight toe-to-toe with his armors equipped, he is still weaker than expected of a legacy (compared to his brothers and sisters). Even greenhorns can defeat him given enough time and tactics. Once the armors are defeated, Enzo may be as weak as a greenhorn-- sometimes, even weaker.

Fears:

• Breaking the Law - Enzo never wants to break the regulations. Any Arachne who violates the sacred tenets are expelled and disowned, something Enzo never wants to happen to him.
• Disgracing the Family Name - He has a lot to live up to. As such, Enzo is scared of other legacies, especially greenhorns, to best him in combat. This may stain his family name, and put more burden on his bloodline than he already had with his illness.
• Demons of Arayat - The idea of the demons destroying his clan is a nightmare to Enzo. He had lost a few brothers and sisters to these clawed wretches, and he would be damned if he let those fiends threaten his clan again.

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Personality: Law and order. These are the things that Enzo believes are the cornerstones of society. Black and white, there's nothing in between. Good and evil. You need to choose a side, and indecision is a side of its own.

Enzo is the personification of efficiency, doing everything in organized protocols and sequences. He dislikes deviation, even in little things such as different brands of pens and even shades of color. Enzo appreciates the company of smart and calm individuals who he can strike a conversation with; however, idiots and happy-go-lucky fools grind his gears. There's nothing more irritating than a ray of sunshine treating this entire midnight pit of a job like a game. Reapers died to keep humanity safe, and anyone who treats it as a joke is immediately put into a bad spot in Enzo's book.

Likes:

• Poetry and Singing
• People who obey the law
• Organized rooms and spaces
• Bringing justice to the oppressed
• Strangely enough, he enjoys videogames
• Planning and strategies
• Fried chicken-- he can also whip up his own batch

Dislikes:

• Lawbreakers
• Those who deviate from protocol
• Spicy foods and beef
• Unnecessary fighting and conflict
• Inefficient fools

Backstory:

'I'll protect you, Enzo.' his sister had said that day.

'Thanks.' he replied.

Ten spiders faced the demons of Arayat on a rainy October, just as the strongest typhoon of the year slammed against the Philippines. As the dark clouds spiraled with raging lightning bolts tearing at the sky above them, the Spiders of Arachne marched into the devil's crack with their familiars shackled to their sides.

Et araneo vitae,

His father had spoken the words of their house.

Et nobis protegam eam,

They answered. And, with a march, they stormed the demons' keep where a ferocious battle took place for days on end.

Enzo equipped the Datu unto him, allowing the lad to fend off two demons with a crescent slash. The darkness of the keep haunted Enzo, and the only thing to serenade him was the pained grunts of his family and the snarls of the demons they were fighting. He crashed against a nearby rocky wall, struggling to catch his breath. His poor health had always haunted him, a chronic illness which plagued him since his birth. While his brothers and sisters were already training with blades, he struggled to pick up a wooden sword. And, while they summoned their familiars with ease, Enzo bled from his nose when he even tried exerting the spell.

He was the inferior Spider, and it was only his broken pride and a need to prove himself that he even volunteered to join his family's expedition. The reality of his disability stung at the lad, causing him to burst at his parents, screaming at them to bring him with them to storm Arayat.

However, in this moment of weakness, a group of C-Class demons surrounded him. Overwhelmed, Enzo fell to the earth, but his sister, Teresa, saved him as she barreled through the horde with her minotaur familiar. Still, as valiant as Teresa's efforts were, she could not stop the relentless waves of demons to rush towards the weakened Spider, and with nothing left to do, she jumped in front of a blade meant for Enzo.

As the weakened Spider watched the life ebb from his sister's eyes, the visages of his brothers darting through the corridor and fending off the demons lulled Enzo into an exhausting nightmare which heavily affected his personality.

Though the Spiders eradicated the demons, they lost Teresa that day. From that moment forward, Enzo changed his outlook in life. He no longer rebelled and placed his family's safety above others. He accepted the fact that laws were there to protect the people, and to break them was inviting death.

He broke the rule that his family placed on him-- the rule that he should train better first before joining, and that cost his sister's life.

Accepted a year earlier at the Academy due to his experience in battling demons, Enzo now trains harder than ever to avenge the memory of his sister and to avenge the deaths of those who were killed by the things darker than them.

Hobbies/Interests:

• Enzo does like to sing, and he absent-mindedly sings different folk songs and tunes he knows.
• Strangely enough, he has grown to like video games-- if only because it allowed him to surpass his bodily limitations. He does report hackers and toxic behaviors, though.

Other:

Trece Martires Armor

The Panday

The Datu

The Babaylan

@Calatrava

awesome! looks good, you're in

This looks fun. If your still accepting i should get a character up today or tomorrow.

@ReusableSword

we are! :)

|| The School of Death ||

Intro's up. Take your time, don't worry.

|| The School of Death ||

October 1st, the first day of school for the attendees of the School of Death, had arrived.

From all around the world, ocean liners had set sail, carrying the many students that were to attend the School of Death to the island where the School was located. These ocean liners had a certain peculiarity to them- each of them was an antique, rustic design, as if the shipbuilder had seen too much of the movie "Titanic" while building the custom-made boats for the School. These ships looked cool, perhaps, but their efficiency felt like that of the 1920s classic vessel. But to Lucas, the most annoying part about the carrier boats was not the ancient look, or speed, but rather, the internal design.

The boat Lucas was on (and, as he correctly believed, the other boats in the fleet), were all designed with bodies, bodies, bodies in mind. As such, the interior of the boat had no big spaces to walk around. It had no cafeteria. No balconies. Rather, the boat only had rows and rows of rooms, and a hallway connecting them, one that Lucas tried to explore and was promptly denied access to by the man patrolling said hallway. He told the young man that his only option was to wait in the room until the journey completed, unless he had to use the ship's bathroom, until the journey was complete in about a day or so.

Needless to say, Lucas made many arbitrary trips to the bathroom that day.

Though perhaps Lucas was quite hyper, his boredom was not his fault. All of his luggage had been stored separately in the boat, and the only thing he had in his room was him, his clothes, and anything he could find in the bedroom- basically, nothing. Eventually, after many excursions to the hallway and another (even more) unpleasant encounter with the hallway guard, Luke resigned himself to laying on the bed, tapping his foot eagerly against the mattress, and soon fell asleep.

It was around 1:00 AM that night when there was a sudden but massive hurdle in the boat, like the ship had hit a really bad wave. Nearly thrown from his bed, Luke got up and looked out the window, and was surprised to see what was once the shorelines of Spain was now what appeared to be a large, oriental building on an island on a hill, surrounded by smaller, oriental-looking buildings in a village. The boat slowly pulled in a dock, before rumbling to a stop. A voice came on over the crinkly loudspeakers, inviting passengers to exit the boat and wait on the pier.

Luke rolled out of the bed, slipping on a pair of sneakers and a jacket, before hustling out of the room. The desolate hallways were now quite busy as students rushed out of the boat to freedom. Luke joined with the herd, walking down the walkway onto the dock of Death Island, what would be his new home for the coming years. Some of the students seemed rather cold, but Luke, who perhaps was used to cold air, felt quite comfortable, though he was only wearing shorts, a t-shirt, and a light jacket.

It seemed they were going to be forced to wait for a while as the administration took care of business before giving the introduction, so Luke's eyes scanned the crowd for people to talk to and meet.

When your introduction is at 1:00 AM in the bitter cold morning air, you know you're in for an interesting ride.

@Poppirious @Hammerman @Reshy134 @Double Capybara @Enzayne @Arreyis @Sanity43217 @Krytavius @La Savant @Dark Light

|| The School of Death ||

:D introducing

Death school

Drakus Vull

Drakus Vull

Nicknames/Alias: Drake
Height: 172cm
Weight: 75kgs
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Nationality: Polish
Hometown: Krakōw
Date of Birth: 21/01/02

Hider

Family: Nightburden
Status: Scion
Weapon of Choice: Kusarigama or Rapier & Parrying dagger

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Magic: Tenebris Sanguine;
This shadow magic is triggered by blood. It solidifies darkness into ‘shadow stuff’, a dangerous malleable substance that can change its properties in an instant. From soft waving and stretching tentacles to high speed razor sharp projectile daggers.
To activate this power blood must be dropped into an area of shade or darkness. This power is stronger (produces stronger shadow stuff) in darker enviroments or with the spilling of more blood.

Strengths: Influenced by demons blood, he is faster, stronger and more durable than the average human, this coupled with his altered genetics and heavy strict disciplined training make him quite the formidable opponent.
Weaknesses: Fissured reality; Drakus is sometimes haunted by visions and nightmares during his waking moments. This can cause all manner of distractions and unable to believe his own eyes, this constantly causes him to question what he see’s.
Desperation and losing control; Unable to ever make anyone proud, he still fears disappointment. He has learned to push beyond his limits to prevent failure however doing so comes at a cost of drawing on the demon blood within him and giving up some self control.
Fears: Ostracisation; to be looked down upon, considered as less, pitied, laughed at.
Madness; the fear of losing control, losing the ability to think rationally, becoming overwhelmed and driven by emotion, losing any sense of self and identity, acting inappropriately or bringing himself shame, these things scare him terribly.

Hider

Personality: Cold, distant, elitist, controlling, condescending, perfectionist. These are all terms that have been used to describe Drakus, and none of them would be wrong. Self centred he cares for little else beside his stature among others. He has known little of camaraderie or friendship but experienced a life time of hierarchy and obedience.
There is no place or time for emotions and weakness in the heart of a warrior. Discipline and riggerous training will triumph in a world where the strong rule the weak and only the fittest survive. Drakus was born a survivor.

Likes:

• Order and routine.
• Lierature
• Sharp things
• Manners and etiquette
• Heirachy

Dislikes:

• Chaos
• Excuses
• Disrespect
• Weakness
• Dirt

Backstory:

Backstory - A sad tale of a cold distorted upbringing.

Drakus is more or less essentially a creation and has always been treated as so. Less a child and more the successful results of many morally questionable experiments in a long line of failures, a living standing testament to a new age of modern science and knowledge, a purpose built commodity of deliberate design and careful specification.
There was no love to be lost in his household. Sure he was looked upon with pride, but it was not pride in his own actions or achievements but instead a self pride from the viewers eyes like that of a craftsman pleased with what he produced.
Drakus could get no credit for anything he had done or achieved, instead owing it to those that overlooked him. However failures and disappointment were always his to wear alone. He was raised by ever changing nurses, constantly monitored by scientists and educated of discipline in strict military fashion. Sure he did not have to go through this alone. He had many siblings, in a sense.

None of the children in this breeding farm knew who their mothers really were but some of the kids displayed similar appearances and or abilities. In fact most did in some way or another but they were so accustomed to it, seeing hardly anyone else, they barely recognised the signs. In the end, getting close to this family wasn’t worth it. One by one they began falling sick and eventually dying or being taken away. Often there were no goodbyes, yet still that was preferential to what else was going on with the others. A madness began to sweep over a minority, pure insanity. Sure some of it was simply unnerving babble and unpredictable erratic behaviour, but as haunting as that could be it was nothing compared to the masochistic violence that some of the children burst out with. Or the sickening displays of sadism that they unawaringly stumbled upon.

But of course such a vile place could not be sustained or remain hidden forever. The powers that be shut it down. In the end, before their separation, Drakus was one of six remaining children. It is still unknown what happened to them, if they even survived at all.

Life changed for Drakus after that point. He was adopted into a wealthy and respectable family. While taught little of demons he was still unexplainably trained in the martial arts to combat them. He had a strict regiment of daily tasks and chores followed by endless hours of repetitious drills and exercise. Still, no matter how hard he was pushed, he remained grateful. For this was far better than what had come before.

One day finally sense was made of everything. All the unasked questions were answered and he learned much of the demons, his powers and the truths of the world. It also became apparent that at least one other child had survived, up until that day anyway. Defeated by a demon. Drakus was to continue his training at the school of death, the last and truest test.

Those early years of Drakus childhood still hang with him. Unable to be forgotten they were filled with the things of other children’s nightmares. Since hell had become his norm, his nightmares had to become made of something worse. Still, as they revisit him again and again, he can’t help but notice they grow stronger and deeper every year. Drakus eternally haunted and unable to ever escape them. Even now, years later he still is plagued by the same dreams as before, now they no longer even wait for him to sleep, preying upon and terrorising him even in the wake of day. A constant torment on an already fragile mind.

Hobbies/Interests: Drakus has learnt to enjoy the familiarity of repetition. Never having had time to persue his own interests he has since found old routines to become an escape from his own mind. Therefore martial practice and training is his first hobby.
When the body is done he will sharpen the mind with books of philosophy or important literature. Always striving to remain educated and of equal stature and knowledge as those of the higher circles. Less he be considered less than them or be made a fool of on conversation.
Other: Possible plot hooks -

@Dark Light

:) Same comments as before, looks good, you can move em over

@Krytavius See above :p You're in!

I'll try to work on an intro post, seeing as everybody, sans one, is complete (@Sanity43217, don't rush, it is not imperative that you speed through to get up an arbitrary intro post).

|| The School of Death ||

@Hitman

I sent a PM with a question about the magic.
Also is my CS good or do I need to fix anything?

@Krytavius

Looks about good. Just need the magic, which I responded to.

Seems we're in the home stretch; I'll start working on an intro, but don't feel rushed.