Obscene Symphony

Rosa Claire Academy; Cryptid Haven - High Casual

I have a post written, I hope it's okay =/

@PixelJunkie

I loved your post! Can't wait to be rookies with Alice ^_^

Rosa Claire Academy; Cryptid Haven - High Casual

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Scandinavian, but close. They are Norwegian and Swedish, however different countries have slightly different versions. The Norwegian one has a cow tail and the Swedish one has troll ears I believe. Idk. I just know they are slightly different.

@Apokalipse

Aaah, okay. I was thrown by the 'karl' in 'Huldrakarl' since I thought some variation of karl meant that a thing was male in german. Although, now that I think of it I think the term is actually 'kerl' so there's where I went wrong XD Similar languages, I think.

Rosa Claire Academy; Cryptid Haven - High Casual

@Apokalipse are Huldras German by any chance?

Rosa Claire Academy; Cryptid Haven - High Casual

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He's actually rather pleasant for a high ranking, unmated, male Lycan. Unless you run from him. That doesn't end well.

@Aspen Wren

Story of every omega's life, I presume. XD

Rosa Claire Academy; Cryptid Haven - High Casual

Sierra couldn't tell if she was impressed by this realm, or put off by it. The world of Rosa Claire was similar to earth, but entirely different in the same breath; every colour was somehow more vibrant, familiar scents of flowers and leaves more potent, to the point of perfume. Every perception was bombarded by the slightly exaggerated world, so much more intense to her heightened senses than it may have been to others. Even Jaeger, who normally had no trouble sticking to her side, seemed overwhelmed. The oversized german shepherd dashed between trees, objects and people, trying to take in every scent and sight and sound around him in an excited daze.

Sierra whistled sharply, bringing Jaeger loping back to her side. He still looked excitedly around, but she wasn't too concerned; the only harm he'd do to anybody was scaring them with his size or licking them to death.

Scents bombarded her nose much the same way they bombarded Jaeger's. She'd never seen so many other species of myths in one place, and many of their scents were so peculiar she couldn't find anything to compare them to. Hands in her pockets, she clung to the wall of what looked to be a dorm building, content to stay on the outskirts of the crowd until she got a little more used to the stimuli.

Oh, if only she had chosen another place to stand.

Within a few minutes, a window near her burst open with a bang and from inside came the howling of what Sierra could only assume was a tone-deaf banshee, for its grating effect. She jumped and promptly ducked when a flower pot narrowly missed her head, clattering to pieces on the stone walkway behind her. Jaeger's hackles raised at the window, and he growled.

"Woah, hey!" Sierra shouted up at the window, "Watch the freakin' shot put, will ya?" She had no clear view as to who was inside, but decided to mark that voice on her list of crazies to avoid and promptly got the hell away from the building, grumbling curses under her breath and calling Jaeger to heel.

She gathered with the others in the courtyard for the assembly, staying nearer the back of the crowd. Jaeger sat by her side, and she idly scratched his neck, much to his enjoyment. So, supernatural features were exaggerated here too? No wonder she felt so wound up - it was as if the beast inside her was more desperate to emerge than usual. She found herself eager for the change to slip into her fur and find out just how augmented she was. I wonder what the full moon feels like here...

Her thoughts wandered for a moment after the headmistress dissipated, wondering how they dealt with such a diverse set of species and powers and whether she'd get excused from class on the days around the full moon. By the time her train of thought chugged its way to changing facilities, she noticed that her dog was no longer by her side.

"Hey! Jaeger!" she called, running into the crowd after a dash of brown fur. She whistled, but got no response. The dog must have caught a scent too interesting to ignore.

Jaeger weaved easily through the crowd, and Sierra found his trail by following the line of surprised exclamations and occasional yelps from the unexpected passerby. She found him circling someone, relentlessly sniffing and barking excitedly. The subject of his interest was an unnecessarily tall shirtless guy, with brown hair and a lacework of tattoos. Sierra paid little mind, she set her priorities on grabbing her dog and produced his leash from her backpack - a traffic leash with barely a foot of slack, to keep him close.

"Sorry about him," Sierra said hastily as she buckled the leash. Standing straight when she was done, her head barely came to his chest height. Not faltering, she craned to look up and continued, "He really doesn't normally act this way. Normally he sticks right to me. You must smell like food or something, you don't have any-" A sudden breeze swept through the courtyard, carrying the man's scent and immediately stopping Sierra in her tracks. This guy was a Lycan, no mistaking it. She was surprised she hadn't picked up on it sooner, as you had to be a pretty lousy Lycan not to recognize the scent of your own kind and her nose had never failed her before.

Whatever the reason, this guy carried both the presence and the stature of someone with rank, sending Sierra's instincts running a mile a minute and forcing her eyes awkwardly to the ground. Even Jaeger seemed to sense it. Grinning awkwardly and sparing short glances upward, she muttered, "Anyway, uh, sorry."

Rosa Claire Academy; Cryptid Haven - High Casual

@Obscene Symphony
Nope! He is pretty distracting isn't he? He's also six foot seven.

@Aspen Wren

I know a guy about that height. Hard to miss, but the most pleasant company. I'm sure that's what I'll get with Niall, riiiiiight? XD

Rosa Claire Academy; Cryptid Haven - High Casual

Thanks! Post'll be up in 2 seconds. I'm sure you don't mind if I run into your shirtless wonder.

Rosa Claire Academy; Cryptid Haven - High Casual

I know this is very late but my post will be up shortly! @Aspen Wren, was the dorm list updated? I'd love to know who Sierra will be bunking with XD Sorry it took me so long guys! I should be more regular from now on! Warning though, my first post is always my worst. I promise it gets better, haha.

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Sierra couldn't tell if she was impressed by this realm, or put off by it. The world of Rosa Claire was similar to earth, but entirely different in the same breath; every colour was somehow more vibrant, familiar scents of flowers and leaves more potent, to the point of perfume. Every perception was bombarded by the slightly exaggerated world, so much more intense to her heightened senses than it may have been to others. Even Jaeger, who normally had no trouble sticking to her side, seemed overwhelmed. The oversized german shepherd dashed between trees, objects and people, trying to take in every scent and sight and sound around him in an excited daze.

Sierra whistled sharply, bringing Jaeger loping back to her side. He still looked excitedly around, but she wasn't too concerned; the only harm he'd do to anybody was scaring them with his size or licking them to death.

Scents bombarded her nose much the same way they bombarded Jaeger's. She'd never seen so many other species of myths in one place, and many of their scents were so peculiar she couldn't find anything to compare them to. Hands in her pockets, she clung to the wall of what looked to be a dorm building, content to stay on the outskirts of the crowd until she got a little more used to the stimuli.

Oh, if only she had chosen another place to stand.

Within a few minutes, a window near her burst open with a bang and from inside came the howling of what Sierra could only assume was a tone-deaf banshee, for its grating effect. She jumped and promptly ducked when a flower pot narrowly missed her head, clattering to pieces on the stone walkway behind her. Jaeger's hackles raised at the window, and he growled.

"Woah, hey!" Sierra shouted up at the window, "Watch the freakin' shot put, will ya?" She had no clear view as to who was inside, but decided to mark that voice on her list of crazies to avoid and promptly got the hell away from the building, grumbling curses under her breath and calling Jaeger to heel.

She gathered with the others in the courtyard for the assembly, staying nearer the back of the crowd. Jaeger sat by her side, and she idly scratched his neck, much to his enjoyment. So, supernatural features were exaggerated here too? No wonder she felt so wound up - it was as if the beast inside her was more desperate to emerge than usual. She found herself eager for the change to slip into her fur and find out just how augmented she was. I wonder what the full moon feels like here...

Her thoughts wandered for a moment after the headmistress dissipated, wondering how they dealt with such a diverse set of species and powers and whether she'd get excused from class on the days around the full moon. By the time her train of thought chugged its way to changing facilities, she noticed that her dog was no longer by her side.

"Hey! Jaeger!" she called, running into the crowd after a dash of brown fur. She whistled, but got no response. The dog must have caught a scent too interesting to ignore.

Jaeger weaved easily through the crowd, and Sierra found his trail by following the line of surprised exclamations and occasional yelps from the unexpected passerby. She found him circling someone, relentlessly sniffing and barking excitedly. The subject of his interest was an unnecessarily tall shirtless guy, with brown hair and a lacework of tattoos. Sierra paid little mind, she set her priorities on grabbing her dog and produced his leash from her backpack - a traffic leash with barely a foot of slack, to keep him close.

"Sorry about him," Sierra said hastily as she buckled the leash. Standing straight when she was done, her head barely came to his chest height. Not faltering, she craned to look up and continued, "He really doesn't normally act this way. Normally he sticks right to me. You must smell like food or something, you don't have any-" A sudden breeze swept through the courtyard, carrying the man's scent and immediately stopping Sierra in her tracks. This guy was a Lycan, no mistaking it. She was surprised she hadn't picked up on it sooner, as you had to be a pretty lousy Lycan not to recognize the scent of your own kind and her nose had never failed her before.

Whatever the reason, this guy carried both the presence and the stature of someone with rank, sending Sierra's instincts running a mile a minute and forcing her eyes awkwardly to the ground. Even Jaeger seemed to sense it. Sparing short glances up, she muttered, "Anyway, uh, sorry."

Rosa Claire Academy; Cryptid Haven - High Casual

Name: Sierra Luna Tikaavik
Age: 17
Year: 3
Gender: Female
Species: Lycanthrope
Appearance:

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Lycan Form

In Depth Physical Description: Sierra weighs approximately 130lbs and stands at a staggering 5'4. She's solidly built, with a well-muscled body, result of common and rigorous exercise. Her features seem somewhat mixed in ethnicity, though clear features such as a wide nose, olive skin, brown, almond-shaped eyes and a short, round face depict her mixed Inuit heritage. Her hair is black and cropped messily short (like this). A few front locks bear worn and grown-out neon highlights in green and purple.
Her wolf is comparatively small as well, only standing about three feet at the shoulder and a scant 6’6 nose to tail. Her wolf weighs about 145lbs, with shaggier and somewhat more unkempt fur than pictured. Despite her size, she is fast and strong, moreso than most would expect from an omega.

Piercings

Sierra wears several piercings. These include:
- Small black spacers in her earlobes
- A silver-coloured septum piercing with pointed ends
- An industrial piercing on her left ear in the shape of an arrow
- A horizontal eyebrow piercing on her right eyebrow

Sierra's style generally consists of large hoodies, leggings, heavy shoes and black and neon colours. When exercising, she wears practical clothing.

Personality: An omega of her pack, Sierra is a boisterous individual with a colourful vocabulary and a sarcastic sense of humour. Thick-skinned and (often playfully) acidic when she wants to be, it's a feat in and of itself to get her well and truly annoyed. She tends to wear her emotions on her sleeve, and when laughing off the anger doesn't work, get out of the way. Luckily, her life as an omega has conditioned her to roll with the punches and keep on laughing. Generally, she tries to get as much fun out of life as she can.

Hobbies:
- Freerunning
- Making art and jewellery from game by-products (bones, teeth, leather, etc. She does her best only to use natural supplies such as dyes made from plants or beads made of stone.)
Hunting
Spending time in nature, especially at night
- Making music, mostly digitally (she likes to throw some Lycan flare into her music, such as growling and howling, among other aspects. Her tracks have become somewhat popular in online music communities.)

Familiar: A monster of a German Shepherd named Jaeger. He wears a worn rolled leather collar, which matches a brown rolled leather bracelet on Sierra’s left wrist. He stands about waist height at the shoulder, compared to Sierra.

Extra: Sierra has several scars, including a large one raking along the left side of her neck, narrowly missing the jugular, and a smaller one cutting through her left eyebrow. The scar on her neck resembles a dragging dog bite, while the one on her eyebrow looks more like a slash, and is really only noticeable because it drew a notch in her eyebrow. These scars are visible in her wolf as well, the eyebrow being quite obvious and the throat appearing more like an inconsistency in her ruff.

Her Omega status has gotten a lot of aggression thrown at her, but like most omegas, she handles it well and tries not to hold grudges, as most aggression is purely instinctual and not meant in malice (there are exceptions, of course). She isn't sure if she'll ever have any healing capability (as some omegas do) but there's no denying the lightening effect she can have on the moods of other Lycans around her.