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Supernatural High School

I've been looking for something like this!

Rhiannon Jones

Name: Rhiannon Jones
Age: 17
Species: Ellyll (Plural: Ellyllon)(Welsh faerie - think of elves/faeries or Sidhe (Common misconception - Sidhe are actually Irish!)) (See: http://www.madog.org/dysgwyr/gramadeg/gramadeg1.html for a guide to the pronunciation - it takes some practice if you're not a first language Welsh speaker).

Appearance:
Red-haired and blue eyes with pale skin, Rhiannon has a delicate beauty about her which entrances and mesmerizes those who look upon her features. She is neither tall nor short, standing at an extremely average five foot six inches tall with a petite physique which merely adds to her porcelain-like attraction. Vain and immensely proud of her appearance, she chooses to dress in clothes which accentuate her pale skin and fiery hair; largely in blacks but she takes care to add the colours of her Ellyll Court via coloured belts, jewelry and hair accessories.

Generally she chooses to wear a black, knee-length skirt, black stockings and a petticoat of the same colour with a plain white shirt to break the monotony. A sky blue belt around her waist, over her shirt so it is clearly visible, provides no function other than as an accessory while a white-gold necklace hung around her neck with a blue amethyst gem set in tear-drop shape continues her small dedication to the Court. Finally, a flower that appears to grow from her head itself, as no stalk is visible behind her ear nor is any clip present, is the single visible sign of her heritage. In line with her colours, the flower is a brilliant azure colour. A delicate scent of a multitude of flowers follows Rhiannon wherever she goes although she wears no perfume.

Powers: Rhiannon has been mistaken for a siren before as she has the ability to influence people through song or poetry, even simple hummed tunes can have an effect. This can range from making someone happier, or angrier, to seizing control of their limbs for the purpose of making the target flee or fight for her; obviously the more overt the control a more powerful song is required and this will drain her stamina quickly.

More useful in a combat situation is her ability to control nature via song, in a similar manner to a dryad. She can sing to plants to rapidly enhance their growth, give them minds of their own or to manipulate as weapons. Singing is not required for this ability but it helps (Ellyllon are advised against using their power to directly control nature without some kind of medium).

Bio: Born in the country of Wales (part of the United Kingdom) and raised in a very rural town where beings such as the Ellyllon walk amongst humans (often without their knowledge), Rhiannon has a strange heritage of Ellyllon and human culture and attitudes. Her mother was a human while her father was an Ellyll. It was clear from a young age that she took mostly after her father's blood with her ability to manipulate water and small plants appearing early on her life. As time passed and she gained an intense love for music she gained the rarer magic of using song to influence emotions, much like a siren.

At this stage Rhiannon was aged 13 and her talent for song had already been noticed; she performed in a school band, was member of the choir both at the local church, for the county and for her school and was often asked to perform at the local public house as her singing 'always seemed to cheer everyone up'. When her father came to realise her ability he made sure she was aware of the consequences it might have, and also the danger of letting those around her know of it. Being young and not understanding the true danger she pushed her father's advice to the back of her mind and carried on indulging her adoration of music.

Shortly after turning 16 someone who was immune to her magic became aware of the influence she had on everyone else she was performing to that day in the school hall; the end of term and a celebration of good results during the exam period. Her unintended spell was broken when he accused her of being a siren mid-way through a piece and suddenly the entire audience turned against her. Barely escaping without serious injury, although with several minor bruises, she fled home where her father organised for her to enroll in a school more fitting for her abilities.

Supernatural CS.

EDIT: Regarding the lack of teacher characters, I could make one or suggest that we NPC them?

Loki's Laugh

That sounds pretty tough. Hopefully it's one of those (infrequent) occasions where you're actually getting something in return for all the hard work? As ever, I will happily wait with maximum patience! Your posts are always a joy to read and you cannae rush genius.

Return of Powers

Does this mean I've been relegated to ranged combat? Sounds good to me

Gaius followed orders and joined Rhiannon who was sitting effortlessly in the yoga lotus position, her eyes not looking at anything in particular but also not missing anything that went on. She nodded as Gaius sat down in a seat nearby and waited for the others not selected by Lauren to also take a seat. They were so young, at least to her.

Does that make me old, I wonder

Suppressing a mirthless smile, Rhiannon gazed at them for a moment, weighing how to start before rolling her shoulders and relaxing a little more.

"Okay, simply put we're going to go over what you know about the world, its politics and the history which are relevant to this mission and our very existence. A lot of what you'll know may be wrong due to propaganda and lost knowledge but I'll correct you and by the end hopefully you'll understand why what we're doing is so important." She turned her head towards Gaius who had leaned forwards, indicating he had something to ask. "Go ahead." She said.

"I understand the purpose of this but how can we be sure that the information you're giving us is not propaganda from this side? I'm already willing to lay my life down for this cause and always have been but I would rather not have my mind filled with falsehoods by my own side. It would be somewhat of a betrayal." There was an odd twinkle in his eye and Rhiannon knew from her long life, and mainly from her experience with Gaius' forebear, that he was fishing for something specific.

"Because this information is coming directly from me and is firsthand." She stopped short of revealing her age but the thoughtful look on the boy's face told her he had already suspected such.

How could he possibly know about that?

"Anyway, before we start I want to hear everything you know. It could be something you've seen or learned from your past and interaction with either our organisation or the established government. This is partly so that you all know a little more about one another as well as educating you on current affairs. Who's going first then?"

Medieval Headbutt

That and if he's been involved in an unfortunate accident you'll feel really guilty.

Meltdown

Name: Matthew Garden
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Appearance:

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Dressed in standard military dress found in the escape pod, Matthew has the build and bearing of a typical soldier.

Biography: Matthew had no idea who his parents are, only rumour which may or may not be about his parents or about one of the many other urchins he grew up with; there would simply be no way of telling for sure. After being taken for experimentation even those rumours were wiped from his memory and he has simply been told that he destined for a great cause, a noble cause. Satisfied with this basic purpose he did not resist the experiments upon him even as he saw his fellows turn mad or at the very least become unstable.

Even now, after he has begun to sense his own instability. Matthew still trusts in the cause he was given to. He suffers temporary lapses of memory in which he has been told his sanity was severely suspect. Largely he has merely suffered memory damage and considers himself lucky compared to how many of his compatriots ended up.

Personality: Usually a kind, honest and caring man Matthew has begun to suffer from a near-Bi-Polar disorder causing him to sometimes drift into a malicious and scheming personality.

The Fall of Jerusalem

On this occasion she's singing. Now that she's aware there is no spirit and that she is in fact a faerie (or a Ellyllon as it is known in Welsh lore) she's a bit more relaxed in the use of the power which is largely brought out when she is singing.

The Fall of Jerusalem

There we go, a bit of faerie Rhiannon for everyone!

The Fall of Jerusalem

Rhiannon caught sight of the elder man from the confrontation earlier and hurried towards him, slipping through the crowd easily thanks to her slight size while always being careful not to be trampled.

"We need to get to safety." She told the man, pointedly ignoring any questions that he might ask about her bloodstained clothes, the splashes on her face and the loss of her cowl; her red hair now flowed freely out and gave her a somewhat wild appearance along with the new found confidence she had gained with the realisation of her existence. She was one the faerie people, the powers she possessed were merely part of her and not due the possession of some evil spirit and God had seen fit to allow her to escape the flames of His supposed followers; He had shown her that He permitted her existence and continued in faith in Him.

Not waiting to see if the man followed her or not, Rhiannon slipped back into the crowd and headed back the way she had come. Marduk, the dragon, and the other member of their strange group were not so far away and she burst free of the crowd in front of them with a strangely excited smile; the chaos all around them was mere background to her new sense of self and she revelled in the boiling over of madness around her while she had gained control of herself for the first time.

"This way, quickly. They're already in the city and a mob with clubs against soldiers are cattle to the slaughter." She glanced behind them as she spoke, seeing the approach of the Crusaders even though they were far away with several obstacles in the way. Why hide from her powers when God had told her to use them? Especially if for the sake of others?

She danced back, almost disappearing back into the crowd before wheeling back again towards the two.

"Come, come. Hurry, hurry, do not tarry. Come, move your feet of lead! Dare not drop what you carry. Hurry, hurry, 'else we'll all be dead!"

As she sang power crept into her words and merged with the lyrical tune of her voice. Those the small poem was aimed at would find their feet urging them forwards, to follow her, independent of their own wishes.

"Do not be afraid, we will be safe soon!" Rhiannon declared, laughing gaily as she danced in front of them towards their intended sanctuary.

The Fall of Jerusalem

Shiny. I was debating whether to go after him like usual or try and keep the ball rolling. I shall do the former in light of this!

Medieval Headbutt

Elaeria Mithran

Name: Elaeria Mithran
Gender: Female
Race: Human (possibly with feline traits but no one really knows - they certainly aren't visible except in her irises)
Attributes: Night Sight, Feline Grace
Age: 23
Appearance: Elaeria is pale, thin and graceful with legs and arms proportionate in length to her torso and it's small bust. Her night-black hair is long and tied back into a single ponytail which, when she is at work keeping herself hidden, can be secured underneath her cloak so as to not get in the way. Standing at five foot and six inches tall she is neither tall nor short for a woman and is rarely held back from her burglary activities by her height.

She walks with a cat-like grace and her green irises are more like a cat's than a human's, these two traits leading many (including herself) to believe that she may have some feline heritage although she herself has no way of finding out for certain. Her clothes are all dark and consist of a rich cotton shirt, riding leggings tucked into tight-fitting black boots (free of noisy buckles and troublesome laces) with a plain and worn black cloak over them all to protect her against the cold, adverse weather and prying eyes.

Faction: Rogue
Occupation: Robin Hood thief (with a little cut for herself, of course).
Weapons: Long-bladed daggers (double-edged), a dozen smaller throwing knives and a healthy supply of lock picks.
Armor: Wearing little in the way of armour to provide maximum maneuverability and flexibility, Elaeria simply wears an expensive cotton shirt (not obtained through legitimate means), a woolen cloak for warmth and weather-resistance, tight riding leggings and boots all of a black or dark colour.

History: Elaeria has no idea who her parents are, her first memory being alone on an empty street around the age of three or four (she has no way of telling). Establishing her birthday as the day she found her way into the underbelly of the city from the streets, she made a small network of informants from her fellow urchins on the streets and began to steal small items from easy targets (largely food or clothes) before escalating to monetary wares when she was able to fence these expensive items.

To this day she has never had much interest in rising in the ranks of her fellow thieves, busying herself with aiding those she sees as her fellow urchins and as such is somewhat of an outsider in the warren of tunnels in which the thieves reside.

If I need to make any amendments just let me know.