Kalleth

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@Aiyanna Nobody said you couldn't follow him and Kanako into the office. Jordan just sort of assumes you young lovers'll sort yerselves out.

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Oh gods.

We're shipping characters now??

I... don't know how I feel about this.

I can tell you, however, how my characters feel.

Jideh: "So, you look at people's appearances and the most vague ideas of their personalities, and then you pair them for life? That seems kind of irresponsible... Shouldn't a relationship be founded on good experiences and a bond of trust?"

Prof. Manilow: "Wait, you're not... I'm not... Kids, behave. Hey– Don't say things like that! ALRIGHT THAT'S IT, GIVE ME TWENTY LAPS YOU LITTLE FIENDS!"

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Jordan was pleasantly surprised at Kanako's acquiescence, and without a word further, he gestured to his office and went inside, indicating that she should follow. Jordan kicked aside some cricket gear, shifted a stack of dusty papers, and chucked a box of "stuff" to the other side of the room. He couldn't help but cough, because the amount of dust that filled his designated work space was otherworldly. Some of it was the result of the pranks of former students, sent on Kano's orders no doubt, and some of it was in fact intentional. Jordan would never say he was paranoid per se.... But it was good to have plenty of his element semi-discreetly on hand.

"Sorry for the mess Kanako, I'm not really an indoors person most of the year, so the clutter really adds up. I'm like a water elementalist in a desert, when I'm in the office, that is." Actually, being in a desert wouldn't be too bad in my case, Jordan reflected, climbing over a half-broken filing cabinet to his desk, the only uncluttered space in the entire room. He sighed and dug around for a folding chair, and plopped it down next to his own in front of the computer. Then, having created a workspace, if you could call it that, he reached up behind them and pulled a cord with all his strength. The blinds slid up and let in a whisper of light, through layers of dust and grime on the window. "Damn it all..."

Jordan took his keys off his belt, found the proper one, and unlocked the window. Immediately, there was a rush of fresh air and true sunlight that poured into the room. He could practically feel the ghosts rushing past him into the outside world, and as he propped the window open with his staff, Jordan felt a bit sunnier. He turned to Kanako, the room now filled with fresh air and sun, and exclaimed dramatically; "NOW KANAKO, LET'S WRITE THIS SPEECH!"

@Hammerman

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When Kanako looks at the computer, she will she that Professor Manilow has a word program open, and that the following has been written in size 12 Times New Roman font;

Dear Staff, Students, and Associated Members of the Academy,

It is my humble honour, and duty to inform you all, that the school year, has begun! Also there are quesadillas to be had at lunch tomorrow! Oh, and there's a certain Headmaster who should be informing you all soon enough of where you'll be sleeping. Which of you are in my class? Raise your hand!

Oh I almost forgot, if any of you even think of investigating what's in my shed, you'll die a horrible death. So yeah, have a great evening, and enjoy a new year of Elementalism, Education, and new Experiences!

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The Seven Vices of Vicaria [Casual RP] [Mature Content]

Introduction to VII V of V

Vicaria, a land of Holy men. The province is known for its Ten Thousand Temples, and there was a time when the Vicarian Empire stretched across the Continent. Now though, the God-King has fallen on hard times, and the land is more tightly gripped by poverty, famine, hardship, and tight pants than ever. So of course, there's never been a better time to go on a kingdom-wide pub crawl! Grab your dice, your tankards, your coins, and your women! The Seven Vices of Vicaria will never be as sprightly as they are now, and there are good times for the taking! Be wary though, as there are many in Vicaria who would just as much like to bring you down to their level of misery, as you would like to rise high beyond it! The underworld may be burgeoning, but your adventures need not be shallow! Just step into Vicaria, grab an ale, and become the Debauchers of a Decade! The Carousers of a Century! The Mischief-makers of a Millenia! The Gods, of Pleasure, Excess, and Lechery!

Mayhaps Vicaria will fall, and another land, of freer people and desires, may rise from the ashes...

@rush99999, @Infamous Empath, and @Hazy have vices that need sating!

The Primary Vices:

Whoring


Binging


Stealing


Sleeping


Scrapping


Gossiping


Boasting

The Secondary Vices

Drinking


Smoking


Gambling


Exhibition

Basically Nudity

Drugs


Trespassing


Vandalism

Character Sheet

Name:
Age:
Ethnicity:
Vices (Pick one Primary Vice, and as many Secondary Vices as you think you can handle.):
Personality:
History:
Equipment:
Appearance:

And lastly, just use your best judgement. I really don't care if you want to try something out that's pretty weird, but keep it in setting, and compatible with visiting local taverns and I will be pleased.

Things I'd Never Do If I Ever Became an Evil Overlord (#121 I will not attempt to use an artifact that I know can only be used by the pure of heart)

Silv, yeah you can add weapons if you want.

im editing the CS to add weapons if it doesnt have that already.

@Infamous Empath

The only weapon Dick needs is his razor sharp tongue. Not literally, metaphorically. Please don't think my grumpy Chechen has a razor for a tongue.

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Jideh smiled broadly, and nodded to Dia. Zeke offered her a spot to sit, and in turn, Jideh figured the least he could do was hand her a granola bar. If he kept meeting people at this rate, he'd need to get a bigger stockpile! Punching Zeke in the shoulder playfully, Jideh chuckled. "I don't care if you don't care, I want to show you!"

Jideh picked a seed out of his seed pouch, inspected it, and rubbed a speck of dirt of the shell. Then he focused on the small nut-like ball in his hand, and let energy flow through his palm with power. Inefficient, but energetic, the seed cracked and burst into a blooming sunflower before wilting almost instantly.

"Ah damn it." Jideh swore, laying the seed down on the ground gently. "I need to focus the power better, or else that hap–" A tremendous growl surged through Jideh's stomach and he involuntarily whimpered. "Ow. That also happens." Jideh sighed, and took out the remaining two granola bars, along with Zeke's rejected bar, unwrapped all three, and began chowing down hungrily.

@Regitnui @Old Amsterdam

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Jordan saw the girl get up without a word, and hand him a paper slip. The gym teacher wondered if he was being shouldered with the role of disciplinarian once again, despite his clear dislike of the job. Jordan unfolded the paper and read–

"Remember to buy roasted almonds."

Jordan had no words. Quite like the girl who had just handed him a reminder to buy the very thing he had a severe allergy to. Seriously, was this some kind of joke? Jordan was opening his mouth to ask her just that when another boy with blue hair and short stature ran down into the hallway cursing at the both of them, and talking about finals of all things. An involuntary groan escaped Jordan's throat, thinking back to all the paperwork he'd had to sift through at the end of last semester. Kano had saddled him with an extra class, the bastard, and to top it off, he'd been slaving away at learning the new grading system all summer long.

Jordan heard the girl compliment the boy, and he put his face in his hands. Young love, at first glance no less? He thought he'd never see the day... Jordan considered his next course of action carefully, and wondered if either of them would care if he snuck back into his office to finish the damn speech.

A third student made her way down the hall, and that was when Jordan resolved to put up a "No Students Allowed" sign when he had a spare moment. However, she was very polite, direct, and up front with him. Her question in fact, he was perfectly prepared to answer.

"I like you," Jordan said, "Welcome to the Academy, I'm Professor Manilow. The answer you're looking for is that later today after supper, we'll be giving you dorm assignments. As to which assignments those are specifically, I couldn't say. Headmaster Hargor personally assigns every student in the school."

Jordan looked at this girl, and then at the other two, and paused a moment longer.

"Young lady, how good are you at speech writing?"

@Hammerman @Aiyanna

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@CriticalHit Alright, there you go. It's horrible as I'm having a writer's block, but it's something. Zafi is now out there somewhere, sitting on the floor in a less crowded hallway.

@Aiyanna

You've interrupted Mr. Manilow's speech writing!

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Jordan frowned, sitting at his desk, tapping away at his computer. He heard students running in the halls. Wasn't the clichéd misbehaviour only supposed to begin in a few days, when the school year proper began? The gym teacher was preparing a speech of greeting for the newcomers, and he was nearly finished. The running noises stopped nearby, and he heard the sound of a body slumping to the floor. Jordan wanted to keep working but...

He sighed, cursing his inability to stay out of things. Making his way across the office, he took hold of his willow staff and cracked the door. He saw a hunched form, a student, sitting in the quiet hallway that housed his and the offices of several other teachers. Jordan stood for a beat, and noticed the shaking of her shoulders, and realized she was crying.

Gently, carefully, and not without a little hesitation, Jordan entered the hallway proper and got down on his knees. He tapped her leg gently, and took a breath.

"What brings you to the Academy?"

@Aiyanna

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The Gym Teacher

Jordan Manilow

Age: 42
Element: EARTH (Sand Specialization)
Appearance:

Appearance

Personality: Jordan Manilow is a go-gettin' arse-kickin' sand-spittin' kind o' guy. He ain't afraid of gettin' grit in his teeth and puttin' his nose to the grindstone to do what needs doin'.

In short, Mr. Manilow can be a hardass. But he's also the loudest, funniest, and most charismatic guy in the room, when he's not making you do laps. To call Mr. Manilow the quintessential coach figure does not do him justice, since he will insist he wrote the book that the quintessential coach reads every morning. So maybe he's full of himself, but he also can get right down to earth with his students when it's called for. The Headmaster himself has been at the business end of Mr. Manilow's pep talks, and let's just say that there's a reason why Mr. Manilow demands ultimate respect from his students whenever Kano makes an appearance. In four words, Mr. Manilow is;

Enthusiastic - Probably too enthusiastic. Ask the kids lying on the ground puking their guts out. Still, he brings out the best
in people.

Crass - There's a no bad language policy in Mr. Manilow's class. The exception being Mr. Manilow himself of course. The female
staff don't always find his sense of humour amusing. Mr. Manilow's reputation precedes him.

Uncompromising - Once Mr. Manilow has his sights set on something, you'll do it, or die trying. Trust me, you'd rather die than
fail to impress him. That said, failing may have been his intention all along. He's fair, but ruthless too.

Attentive - Although he can be an uncompromising ass, Mr. Manilow is always watching for the wellbeing of his students, and he
can tell when they're spent, or won't be able to do as he wishes. Years of observation have brought him a gift, and
he is scarily observant at times.

History: Mr. Manilow used to be a drill sergeant in the military. Before that, he used to be a special operations operative, performing highly classified missions. Needless to say, only Kano knows the full extent of his background. It's heavily implied that some kind of injury led to Mr. Manilow becoming a teacher at the Academy, although he has no visible injuries, which can be a source of gossip at times. However it is quite clear that Mr. Manilow has put his past behind him, and that he loves to teach the kids how to be fit, capable, active youth. He also gets a kick out of thrashing them with elementalism.

Equipment: Mr. Manilow's signature teaching implement, is a

willow rod

, which he often threatens to use, rarely if ever actually employs. In actual fact, he uses it as his primary aid in both "dowsing", as well as for climbing, fighting, etc.
Class Taught: Gym/Fitness/Martial Arts

Note: Jordan is allergic to Almonds.

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The Nurse

Rosalin Tombs

Age: 36

Element: Blood

Appearance:

Personality:

Reserved - It's not really know exactly why Rosalin became a wallflower. There are theories. She tends to create convoluted dioramas in her bedroom laying out conspiracy theories you can almost believe but not quite. She's also been known to stalk people, especially if they have an interesting medical condition, and avoid their detection without any seeming outer limit. It's not that she's stealthy, but rather that she blends in so well with the environment that most people's gazes pass right over her.

Morbid - There's enjoying good clean wholesome fun at a playground, and then there's being taken from kindergarten straight to a graveyard to dig up decomposing bodies because your father wants to teach you how to avoid freaking out around dead bodies. Maybe she was raised that way, or maybe she does it to screw with other people, but Rosalin will always be the first to crack a joke "too soon," or laugh at dead baby jokes. But she's not emo, or goth, or edgy. Rosalin just doesn't understand what's so intolerable about digging around in some entrails for a half-eaten hot dog, just to see how much time passed after they left the hot dog stand before they got run over.

Protective - As a doctor, she views medicine as a giant game. She is super competitive, and hates to lose, but more than that, she believes that the best way to live her life is by serving others. Having fun is important too, but Rosalin hates it when people act useless or worthless.

Optimistic - Despite her morbidity, fixations, and hyperactive imagination, she is unrelentingly positive. This is both a result of her father's teaching, and her personal realization that more good is done by seeking to be good, than is to be found dwelling on past mistakes you can't change. The lesson itself was a hard one to learn, but her temperament is as sunny as her hair.

History: Born and raised at the Academy, Rosalin's abilities manifested relatively late, however the elemental side of her identity emerged later in her life anyway, as she spent her childhood helping her father who functioned as the Academy's undertaker. It wasn't so violent as that, but many alumni did live their entire lives on campus, or at the very least, sought to be buried on the sacred mountain, to be closer to the primal forces they'd wielded for so long.

A childhood filled with happy, if occasionally gruesome experiences ended with her transitioning naturally to the Academy for her secondary education, and eventually elemental training as well. From there she finally left the mountain and got hired as a coroner for a local police station, eventually working her way up to an advisory position with the Federal Bureau of Investigation.

Her career ended early, when she left the Bureau in disgrace after a badly botched case. She completed a medical degree and returned home, ready to help, but also because her father grew very ill. He eventually passed away, leaving Rosalin with next to no sense of where she would go from there. She tells herself she's happy at the Academy, and fools herself most days, but hers has been a life plagued with what-ifs.

Equipment: Stethoscope, Spectacles, and a bow that doubles as a variety of different bandages in emergencies.

I saw Atlantis: Lost Empire for the first time the other day

Shit's legit.

Atlantis yo.