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boarding school of the supernatual: a place for all beings.

"You're going to call the head of school because I am not in the class, you should be teaching, but aren't, because your here? Sir." He said, just wanting to make sure he understood the situation. "What if I called the head of school, on my Crafts and Pottery Teacher who didn't show up to class. Or the Crafts and Pottery Teacher who let god knows how many students just leave the class." Zienaknuen knew this 'teacher' couldn't do shit. He looked barely older than the students, which in itself wasn't much, but the way he spoke, he sounded young. The Vatican had taught him how to guess an entities age, independent from their physical body. "How old are you? 23? 25?" Zienaknuen had no idea how they thought this was going to work. He looked at his watch and smirked. "Well, it been fifteen minutes. You're not teaching the class. I'm legally allowed to leave."

boarding school of the supernatual: a place for all beings.

Jasper just fucking ran. Apparently logic wasn't something he understood. Zienaknuen guessed he didn't like not being in control. Must have liked being the most informed person in the room, and whenever someone went over his head, he lost his mind. To be fair, threatening to turn his femur into dust may have been a bit much, but he desered it, calling in whatever strike teams in on the school.

Zienaknuen heard footsteps and wings approaching behind him, as he watched Jasper sprint away. He turned to see Alexander and Angel. "Morning." He said with a cheery dispostion. "I assume your looking for the lunatic." He said gesturing over his shoulder at Jasper running off into the distance. "Oh, I'm sorry. Lunatic isn't the word I meant to use. So insensitive to Werewolves. Who are actually effected by the lunar cycle." He said, as he remembered that the term lunatic actually had its origins from people who behaved oddly under a full moon, and was likly a result of Werewolve trying to stay hidden in the past. "Would you like me to grab him?" He said gesturing back to Jasper who had tripped over and was getting back up. "Or are you here for me?" He asked, placing a hand over his heart to gesture to himself. "I'm Zienaknuen by the way. I request you call me that, until we get to know each other."

Raindale University For Witches [+18]

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Maxwell wanted to stay out of the business transaction that was going on at the table he was sitting at. So, he pulled a notebook from his bag and started scribbling some rough calculations. You see, Reanimation is a process. The meta-math has to add up. Sometimes it didn't, and that was when you ended up with abominations that should never have existed. If only Necromancy was a simple as a 'cantus cantatio.' The entire mess of turning death, into Undeath was a little confusing to most people. This specific problem was more of a combat application of Necromancy. Well, kind of. It could be used in all sorts of situations. It was more summoning Skeleton Slaves. He just needed something that had enough energy to power the skeleton without it leeching over into himself. "Wanda, can you enlighten me?" He said to his familiar as he waved the wand over the page, hoping his familiar would see something that he didn't. "First of all, that four should be a seven. Common mistake." The number on the page glowed and changed. "Secondly, Dragon Fangs can substitute a full skeleton. It has a few advantages. One that you don't have to carry around a whole skeleton to animate it. Two, The Dragon Fang holds more ambient energy, meaning that you can swap around these numbers." A couple more numbers glowed and changed. Maxwell just smirked. "Wanda, you beautiful Princess." He said before kissing the tip of the wand. "I fucking love you." He said before putting the wand back behind his ear. "I know."

Maxwell looked up at the other people at his table, realising how his outburst may have seemed. "Wanda just cracked the meta-math on a spell I've been working on for about a month." He said with a smile. His smile faded a bit as the realisation hit him. "WHere am I going to get Dragon Fangs?"

boarding school of the supernatual: a place for all beings.

@Dumb1And1Lazy Since you have withdrawn, what do you want to happen with your character(s)?
Since my character has already started interacting with yours, and know is likely going to have to explain where they went.

boarding school of the supernatual: a place for all beings.

The Nephilim didn't go to class. Really, what use did the son of Hasmed have for Crafts and Pottery? Instead he was simply walking around campus, familarising himself with where everything was. At least u til he heard someone rambling about calling in some kind of strike force. Walking around the pillar so he could look at the person who had clearly lost it, on the first day no less. Needless to say, the Nephilim was not impressed. "Rough day?" Zienaknuen asked casually. "Come on, human. Call off whatever strike you ordered. This is bigger than you and your petty racism." The nephilim ordered. Of course it would be a human to start shooting at the sight of this many supernaturals. Not at all thinking about the nueanced politics of Supernatural Culture. Hell, if the Human really wanted this whole experiment to fail, there were much easier ways of doing it, that were much less overt. Turn the wolves against vamps. Play to the Fae's tendancies towards pranks, and make them a nuisance for everyone. Even demons could be pitted against each other with a little manipulation. However, as it always was, the Humans attacking everyone first. Well, maybe one good thing could come from this, it could unite the Supernatural world against the humans. Ending a mellenia old war.

Zee dropped his bag on the floor. "So, how is this gonna go? You calm down, and tell your little friends to stop the attack, and let the Church handel this. Or, I pummel you into the sidewalk until you can't stand. I would very muich prefer the first one, as violence is unbecoming. Have faith in the church to do what is right. Hell, get your superours to call the Vatican. They want this experiment to work. End eons of war. Don't stand in the way of greater good, because you can't see past race."

boarding school of the supernatual: a place for all beings.

Zee

Name: Zienaknuen, goes by Zee.
Age: 19
Species: Nephilim
powers(if any):
Angelic Body - Due to his Angelic heritage, Zienaknuen is strong enough to lift heavy vehicles and punch through steel, fast enough to move at subsonic speeds, agile enough to leap over small buildings and dodge supersonic attacks, durable enough to withstand bullets, grenades and low-to-medium explosives.
Wings of an Angel - Not really wings perse. Due to a pure Angel's mostly spiritual form, the wings do not have a physical form. Instead, manifest in the form of two scars on Zee's back. By channelling his Angelic power, Zienaknuen can manifest his wings as dual blades (pictured below). Wielding one in each hand. While wielding them, Zuenaknuen can manifest energy barriers to use as shields.

Wing Blades

His Father's Halo - While it typically appears as a circular brand over his heart, the Halo is more of a weapon than a power. A gift from his father, Zienaknuen can use the Halo to manifest into the form of a large pistol, allowing him to channel his Angelic powers in more offensive ways.
sexuality: Straight
bio(optional): Zienaknuen is the offspring of the Angel Hasmed and a Nun. He was raised in a convent, trained as part of a secret order within the church to hunt demons. With the opening of the portal, a host of Angels presented themselves to the church, asking them to desist their war on demonkind, and requested the young Nephilim, Zienaknuen, was to attend the school to show that Angel-Kind was finally willing to show the demons that there was a peaceful solution to the ages old conflict. With the Angels wishing to reunite with demons, reuniting heaven and hell into one glorious afterlife for all mortals, as was Gods original intention.
other(optional):

Flames of War [0/12 — Accepting]

What is the general view on magic, within the roleplay?

boarding school of the supernatual: a place for all beings.

Zee

Name: Zienaknuen, goes by Zee.
Age: 19
Species: Nephilim
powers(if any):
Angelic Body - Due to his Angelic heritage, Zienaknuen is strong enough to lift heavy vehicles and punch through steel, fast enough to move at subsonic speeds, agile enough to leap over small buildings and dodge supersonic attacks, durable enough to withstand bullets, grenades and low-to-medium explosives.
Wings of an Angel - Not really wings perse. Due to a pure Angel's mostly spiritual form, the wings do not have a physical form. Instead, manifest in the form of two scars on Zee's back. By channelling his Angelic power, Zienaknuen can manifest his wings as dual blades (pictured below). Wielding one in each hand. While wielding them, Zuenaknuen can manifest energy barriers to use as shields.

Wing Blades

His Father's Halo - While it typically appears as a circular brand over his heart, the Halo is more of a weapon than a power. A gift from his father, Zienaknuen can use the Halo to manifest into the form of a large pistol, allowing him to channel his Angelic powers in more offensive ways.
sexuality: Straight
bio(optional): Zienaknuen is the offspring of the Angel Hasmed and a Nun. He was raised in a convent, trained as part of a secret order within the church to hunt demons. With the opening of the portal, a host of Angels presented themselves to the church, asking them to desist their war on demonkind, and requested the young Nephilim, Zienaknuen, was to attend the school to show that Angel-Kind was finally willing to show the demons that there was a peaceful solution to the ages old conflict. With the Angels wishing to reunite with demons, reuniting heaven and hell into one glorious afterlife for all mortals, as was Gods original intention.
other(optional):

GRAM - The Witch Hunters

Robert Hatch

Age: 27
Branch: Sorceress
Skills: Guitar, making cocktails, hunting witches and supernals
Magical Ability description(If sorceress): "" - Robert Hatch's ability is derived from music. The ability, which he has coined, 'Solo Warping,' is Hatch's ability to invoke magical effects by playing the guitar. He tends to focus on boosting his allies, while weakening his enemies. However, he can summon various offensive effects, such as lightning.
While Solo Warping is Robert's main magical ability, it is not his only one.
Non-standard gear:

Gun-Tar

Robert's weapon of coice is the Gun-Tar. Part gun, part guitar. He got special consideration to wield this instead of a normal rifle, because the abilityt to carry a guitar into combat without having to carry more gear was very usuful since it was the root of his magical ability.

Party Rocker Armour

The Party Rocker Armour (or PRA!) is a custom suit of armour. Reinforced with magic, to protect him from curses and hexes. It is also enchanted to prevent it from being manipulated by magic. Robert has painted it brioght colours to fit with his aesthetic.

Physical description(images or written, I am fine with either):

Biography: Robert Bently Hatch, has gone to a great effort to brand himself as the Rocker. Rob, as he casually goes by, was raised predominatly in small, mobile settlements of humans. HIs parents had raised him to respect human life, and his mother (who was a witch) was the magical protector of the community he was raised in. He deleoped his gift at a young age, when he turned to guitar as a creative outlook to help escap from the disaster of the world. When he started playing, the building started to shake. His mother started to teach him how to control his gift, and soon he was playing shows for the other residents of the community, using magic to ease their worries.

When GRAM came knocking, because they had heard about his mother, they wished to recruit her, but she wanted to stay with the people she protected. To help the people he had grown up with, and let her mother stay, Rob showed off his ability, and offered to join GRAM as a Warlock.
Throughout his training, he started focusing on rock music, and became somewhat of an entertainer to the other troops and the general populace. This didn't stop him going out on missions with troopers though, and often troopers looked forward to going on missions with him, because his ability makes the Troopers stronger.
Other Anything that doesn't fit): Is somewhat of a rockstar within GRAM.

GRAM - The Witch Hunters

So, gotta few questions. Trying to iron out a character concept.

1 - You mention Male Witches being super rare. Are they available as a player character?
2 - You say there are genetic markers for witches. With the help of magic, would it be possible to create a serum that granted a form of magic to normal people? Like an experimental type of super soldier?
3 - Where are we at with MUWs? Can I make a character that uses them? Like a pendant that increases his physical attributes and a pistol that fires magic bullets?