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Academy for the Gifted - A darker school for magical studies

notdeadyet said
Accepted. Though i have no idea how somebody with 3 charges of battery would get a recomendation from a bishop. Lol! Especially considering he is a "silver tounged devil" Dude so in. I like it. Choose the subject you wish to teach. Anything but advanced survival skills because a headmaster is doing that. You can even make a coarse up.

Maybe he assaulted the bishop, and he liked it ;]
but the bishop's wife did not- hence the reports; ahahaha.

Academy for the Gifted - A darker school for magical studies

Pretty sure headmaster 3 is who saved Charlize. She does have a fascination with anatomy after all (:

Academy for the Gifted - A darker school for magical studies

KatherinWinter said
LOL There's no hope for me. I know what I want I just don't know how to say it. My mind goes blank when I try to put my characters on a sheet.

Well the offer still stands (: If you want to give it a go- I don't mind at all.

Orphanage for Supernatural Kids

Hadley found a table promptly and sat down. She wasn't sure how the dining room worked here, and if she were honest, she hadn't ate real food in a very long time. A mouth full of bugs here and there is really what she survived on for most of her childhood. Looking around she waited to see any type of clue on what to do next.

A sigh escaped her lips, she had felt mistaken about when she had spoke up in the auditorium. "Why did I have to ruin the day for everyone?" she questioned herself. her face falling into her hands with her elbows propped up on the table keeping her head up. "It really wasn't your fault though." she counter argued her own thought, trying to cheer herself up. "Right?" she mouthed quietly, rubbing her temples with her fingertips gently.

Academy for the Gifted - A darker school for magical studies

KindledBeast said
Very nice.

Thankyou kindly ^^

KatherinWinter said
I have a lot of things in my head to. Unfortunately I suck at character sheets. I'll submit Katherin later.

If you want- you can pm me and I can help spruce up your character sheet!

Academy for the Gifted - A darker school for magical studies

notdeadyet said Dark, just like this academy. Oh now i gotta try to beat that. I mean i probably wont, but you have set a bar for me.Accepted accepted accepted and accepted!

Thankyou kindly (: She's a fun character cause her past isn't really a part of her memories- only sometimes certain visuals or sounds kind of spazzes her out. That's why her personality is so vastly different than her background.

KatherinWinter said
GEES! my characters always seem so lacking after a CS like this/

Haha, don't beat yourself up- I'm a messed up person, with a lot of thoughts in my head that make up some 'different' types of characters. Sometimes you gotta push yourself far in things that you aren't always comfortable with- that's what I do. I think your character will be great!

Academy for the Gifted - A darker school for magical studies

"Does it truly make a difference how you are alive my child? You are alive now, isn't that enough?"

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➞ Age: 18

➞ Gender: Female

➞ Race: Human/Cyborg

➞ Magic: Charlize has found use in Elemental magic for refueling. With the price of gasoline these days, she really needed to find an alternative to buying it straight from the stations. She is still learning, and often fails in the practice, but her determination is high!

➞ Equipment: Well, she is part robot, so her own body is a piece of personal equipment. Titanium structure for the most part, some used car parts here and there, a melted down children's swing set too!

➞ Personality: Fun Loving. Adventurous. Silly. Independent. Hopeless Romantic. Restless.

➞ History: Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick..Tick...

The sound of the upstairs kitchen clock had drove the man completely insane. He had murdered his daughter in a fit of rage, gave her a warning shot straight into her chest. "Charlize?" the man whimpered, leaning over his only daughter. She wasn't breathing, her tone was disappearing, her skin becoming ice. "Charli, Charli speak to me." The man became angered, blaming her for sneaking into the house, and for sneaking out of the house in the first place. Why would she have done that? She knew it was wrong, she knew it was not the right type of thing to do in the neighborhood they lived in. Why?

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. The clock kept on.

The man ripped the clock off the wall, as it continued to tick in his hands. "I must save her!" he sobbed, putting the clock underneath his arm as he approached his daughter's limp body. He took her by the arm and dragged her. Her blood soaked the wooden floors in a deep crimson line. The man pulled and dragged, sobbing. He let her body hit every basement step as he pulled her down into his workshop, the area where he fixed junk items, and found refuge when his wife had left him 10 years ago. He leaned down and hoisted her body up onto the table with all his might, his tears and harsh words filling the dim room, and the next door neighbor's bedroom.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. The clock kept on.

"Damn you, you son of bitch!" the man yelled at the clock, throwing it across the room into a pile of his hoarded trash. He ran over to his tool shelf, grabbing saws, drills and parts alike. He was insane. He was desperate. He was a genius. An hour went by at the very least as he worked and worked with his daughter, his only child. Her body made up of machine parts, but her face remained the same, her slate grey eyes stared back at him as he worked. "God damn you Charlize!" he screamed, why did she keep staring at him? The neighbors became more curious, and called the police. "I think Charles Cousineau is drinking again." they said, and the dispatcher knew. They had been there many times before. Eventually police swarmed the house. Arresting Charles for the murder of his daughter. The smell of whiskey on his lips. The smell of fear on his heart. "What kind of sick bastard would do this?" the chief asked, in the living room of the Cousineau house. The silence was the answer. No one knew.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. The clock kept on.

Charlize could hear the clock in the corner of the room. Her eyes opened as the pain swept over her body. "Help" her voice rasped out, barely a whisper. "Help me." she called. The sound of the clock overpowering her voice, even though it was just a small sound. Charli stared at the ceiling in the dim basement, "Was this what death felt like?" she had no clue. Her body parts felt heavy, her memories hazy and incomplete. She found enough strength to knock a tool off the table. It was enough to alert the police upstairs, and before she knew it she was being rushed to the hospital. She didn't last long in the hospital before she was taken away by a man under the influence of the academy, one of the unknown headmasters. She belonged there now, away from normal humans, away from the past she knew. In time she began to learn elemental magic, not very well, but she was learning.

In what felt like a debt to the academy for saving her, she pledged she would help any way she could, and takes missions and orders from whoever gives them to her.

Academy for the Gifted - A darker school for magical studies

I might submit a somewhat cyborg character if that would be okay.

Fables: After The Ever Afters

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✿Name:
Miss Barbara Greene.

✿Nickname:
Bambi is just fine with her.

✿Race:
Animal (Deer) in the Homelands.
Human via glamour in and around town.

✿Gender:
Female

✿Job:
During the normal work week Bambi makes a living as a helper at a florist shop in the city. On the weekends she uses her growing skills to maintain, grow, and sell plants of the smoking type to both fables and mundies. She gets more of an adrenalin rush out of her weekend gig, but the stability of a real 9-5 job the other days during the work week comforts her somewhat.

✿Personality:
Skittish. Nimble. Emotionally Withdrawn Unless Feeling Safe. Inconsistent. Curious.

✿Fable:
"Once upon a time, Bambi was a roe deer fawn born in a thicket to a young doe in late spring one year. Over the course of the summer, her mother taught her about the various inhabitants of the forest and the ways deer live. When she felt Bambi was old enough, she took her daughter to the meadow- which she came quickly to learn that it was both a wonderful but dangerous place."

Why?

It leaves the deer exposed and in the open.

Not much really had changed when Bambi came to the big city. Sure, she got a boob job, a roof over her head, and a human nice make over thanks to fable produced glamour; alas no matter if you're in the meadow or city that exposed feeling never goes away. Bambi at first found the city to be absolutely terrifying, she often locked herself into her apartment for days on end, staring out the window with vacant eyes as the lights traveled by. "Oh..fuck me." she would sigh as the bills upon bills piled upon her kitchen table. The office never could help her with her bills either; she was on her own for that. Many times she was threatened to be sent to the farm for non-compliance, but she always managed to slip on by from biting the bullet.

Unlike her mother.

Eventually Bambi traveled out a little more each day, becoming familiar with her settings. Though, when news of someone being shot would play on her television set (either in movies or in the news) Bambi regressed back into her hermit ways, until she could feel she could travel once again. It was a long and painful process. However, as crime became less and less in the city (or so Bambi thought when she lost her cable from not paying the bills), Bambi traveled out into the mundy world as Barbara Greene: florist specialist assistant. As she built her resume up a little bit, she discovered she had quite the talent for growing things, and began slipping into a 'city' way of like, and began selling drugs to both fables and mundies alike.

Because of her quiet nature, she only has a few rare customers during the weekend.

✿Abilities:
Bambi when transformed into her fable state has incredible speed and strength. Ramming of antlers are easy pickings for jabbing out an eye or ripping out an artery. When concealed by glamour in the town, her only advanced ability is a touch of green thumb; giving her an easy time at both her jobs.

Orphanage for Supernatural Kids

The cold cement felt good under foot of the 8 legs that sprawled out from Hadley. She could stay in the crack of the wall forever if she felt like it. Listening to the conversations of people and watching the vivid movements of everyone. Some left for the dining room while others stayed behind and tried on costumes. She didn't feel like much of either, but decided something to eat would be a bit comforting. Slipping out of the crack hopefully unnoticed, she crawled quickly around the wall and over to a back hallway so she could transform back without anyone noticing her. Once back in human form she slipped back on her clothes that she lost, and made her way down to the dining hall where the housekeeper had demanded everyone go to.