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Academy for the Gifted - A darker school for magical studies

soren said
I was wondering if you guys are still accepting characters? I would like to submit a student if that is ok. It won't be till late tonight as I am hosting DND tonight.

Post one dude! Always open. Besides i believe first day is just ending anyways.

Dandanken said
Well knowing our gm policy you probably still can, but he is kinda not here.Also to all teachers: It appears that you can do things now. 48 hour limit is passed.

Sorry for the delay guys. Work kept me buisy, an the SSA and OSHA and omfg.... But im back, hopefully. Im about to head out, but ill be back later tonight.
(Nobody is gunna respnd to the jack dude?)

Mana-script Academy for the gifted (Magical School RP)

A fight?!?! In the forest? Oh what an opportunity! This was mutt's home terf, and he had a few tricks from hunting to show off. And with wide open space, his speed could potentially put him at a seat of major advantage. Mutt's pleasure with the idea was apparent on his face. Even if he himself were excluded from the fight, he would be able to run around some and see the combatants.

His purposes were far from educational. He viewed this as just more playtime. Other people may watch for the sake of preparing themselves for combat, but if mutt had to watch it would be for entertainment. By now, he had completely forgotten he was on a school campus, and reguards for property and possessions were on their way, full sail out the window.

Captured (Katherin&Notdeadyet)

After a glass of what was awkwardly bitter wine, samuel relaxed and sat back as the country side whizzed past. The helicopter was nice and cool, and smelt of pine. The 3 hour ride was rather enjoyable. After a while, you passed by a large city, and landed on a onyx toned 10 story building. There, somebody was waiting. They opened the doors, and gestured for you each to step out. Since Samuel was on the opposite side, he waited on you.

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"Well, thats because you had all the aces." Jack says chuckling. He had noticed your stiff, obviously pained movements, and tried his best to ignore them. He doubt you would want to do anything about it. So, he had done his best to play casually. His wounds werent bothering him too much. Yes a high caliber riffle shot him, but the bullet had passed straight through, as did his several other wounds. Truth be told, Jack was now convinced that you got the worse end of this ordeal.

Captured (Katherin&Notdeadyet)

As you went up the ladder, Samuel followed pursuit from the other side, making sure you didnt fall. He acted as a sorts of safety net, prepared to snatch you from thin air if you slipped. He remained only a run or two lower than you, all the way up until you got to the helicopter. Then he switched to the same side as you, climbed the rest of the way up, and handed you one of two helmets. He was putting on the other.

The helicopter was quite luxurious. From within, you couldnt hear the raging wind, and the intwrior was very fancy. It had leather seats, a fancy chrome finish, and.... A wine bucket? This was Samuel's privately ownt helicopter! Well when you have money things like this just sorta pop up, but... To believe he actually let you onto his personal, non mission related property! He casually poured himself a glass as he got on board, and using the microphone on his headset asked "Hey pete, do you know what wine is in the wine bucket today? It simply says green grass. Is it another bottle of that crap James buys when he is in a hurry?" To which the reply was "HAHA! Yes sir."

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"War huh?" Jack hadnt played that game since god knows when! And when he did it was always with some sort of stake to eac hand. He was really expecting a game like poker, or texas hold em to come up. None the less, non-gamblin games seemed like a good way to pass time until the doctor showed up. "Alright! You shuffle and deal, and il give you a game of war to remember." He proclaims.

Mana-script Academy for the gifted (Magical School RP)

Mutt was glad to answer the question about transformations. It gave him a chance to talk about his parents! So with a big, ear to ear grin, he proclaimed. "Oh! Us silverfangs are excellent transformers. Not only can we control when we transform reguardless of silly conditions like the moon, or emotion, but we have even mastered a rare, yet refined art of the transformation. For 4 generations on my fathers side, we have been able to master a partial transformation, allowin us to change not only when we want, but just the individual body parts that are necissary for our task at hand!"

The partial transformation he spoke of seemed the works of fairy tale. Was there possibly a werewolf with so much control? After all, he had only use his claws on Sol. His attempts at a partial transformation were more the less cut short (thats a pun xD). None the less, Mutt found his speech cut short, when he saw his new found friend Sol walking around the corner with a serious "Im looking for someone" look on jis face.

"Oh look! Heres my new friends now!" Mutt was happy and excited to see Sol. He ran to Sol, at a comfortable casual speed of 20mph, and preseted his hand for a shake. Though he was requesting the handshake, the canine instinct behind the action was aparent. Mutt ran to greet Sol, as a physical mutt or even advanced bred dog may run to greet its master at the end of theday. The difference here was a cleaner, more respectable demener about Mutt. He did not wag his tail, bark, drool, or whine. He simply ran to greet Sol, and was eager to see them again. The control, and surprisingly rapidly connected loyalty were astonishing to say the least.

What was there to be surprised of though? Mutt had just come from a pack, where fights determined who would be Alpha, and the winner demanded EVERYBODIES respect. Could this greeting be residual signa of the wild level instinct and code of social conduct? Would it mean that by simply besting him in combat, or at least giving him a run for his money, that one would earn his respect, and loyalty? That could be a good possibility and a better idea since... Well who dosnt like having a ultra sonic werewolf on their team right?

Mana-script Academy for the gifted (Magical School RP)

Mutt had watched Sol walk away while he caught his breath. He wasn't quite ready to head to whatever room he would stay in. Instead, his eyes found Meruin! As soon as standing was an option again, Mutt stood and walked over. By this point, his arm cut was but a small scratch that would dissapear as he introduced himself again. "Hey its me again! So uhh... Watcha got there?

Captured (Katherin&Notdeadyet)

As you got to the ladder, Samuel motioned for you to go first. "Ill be right behind you in case something goes wrong!" He shouts over the ar currents. He held the ladder in place with his left hand, and held his right hand out to you. Itwas actually the most gentlemanly thing he could think to do. So, whilst dust, and stray leaves whipped about, and the train continued on its path, Samuel waited for you.

He without realizing made quite a tantalizing gesture with his body language. His smile, and open arms would be so easy to fall into. It would be so easy to let him, and his various muscles carry you up the ladder, likely with ease. The possibility of wrapping up in his armour wasoh so realistic.

Academy for the Gifted - A darker school for magical studies

WireJack said
Name: Kryssal RoslynWeapon: magiscytheRace: Genetically perfected Dark ElfLetter of recommendation of Kryssal Roslyn for assistant Headmaster by the teaching bureau: and advanced combat instruction. Kryssal is a gifted leader and wise teacher who is skilled in all forms of advanced weaponry. She has a Hyperthymesiac Memory which allows her to recount her entire life from memory. This ability aids in situational analysis as well as gives her vast world knowledge in near instant recolections.Letter of rec. By combat society. As for combat Miss Roslyn is a deadly beauty and her scythes do talking well. She is at an elevated form of mental combat, using her opponent's mistakes to further herself in battle.Description, Kryssal is 5'10"Red and black hairUses a cloak for general concealmentHer eyes glow a yellowish red during combat and while pasive her eyes are A deep violet Crim record" clean save for one self defence homacide.

No picture? Ill accept this char, and draw you one "for ur id badge"
Are you okay with that?

FINALY a non-alcoholic teacher!