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|| The School of Death ||

(@Sanity43217, don't rush, it is not imperative that you speed through to get up an arbitrary intro post).

@Hitman

Finished my Character Sheet.

GRAM - The Witch Hunters

I’m still here.

[Abandoned] [Tech] [Ship] Jedi Shadow Transport

OOC

What is the Purpose of the Ship?
To provide a specialised ship for Jedi Shadows to use on missions that require them to sneak into Imperial/Sith space.
Canon Links.
starwars.fandom.com/wiki/Shadowskin
starwars.fandom.com/wiki/Sensor_jamme…
starwars.fandom.com/wiki/Thrust_trace…

Product Information

Manufacturer: Jedi Mechanics & Jedi Shadows
Affiliation: Jedi Order
Model: CL-43
Production: Limited
Affiliation: Jedi Shadows
Material: Durasteel

Technical Specifications

Classification: Personal Transport (Corvette)
Length: 34.00m
Width: 33.00m
Height: 15.00m
Armament: Dual Blaster Cannons facing forward, and one facing backwards.
Defences: Deflector shields, sensor jammer
Fighter Hangar: n/a
Support Craft Hangar: n/a
Manoeuvrability Rating: Very good
Speed Rating: Very Fast
Hyperdrive Class: 0.7 (primary) 10 (backup)

Manufacturer Notes

Standard Features:

• Shadowskin. A matte black finish of light and sensor absorbing material that was applied to armour to increase its stealth capabilities.
• Sensor Jammer. A type of device capable of blocking or fooling sensors. This could effectively cause a ship to go unnoticed by any possible observers, and also to prevent an attacker from gaining a weapons lock on the ship.
• 0.7 Class Hyperdrive. To go fast, quick enough to outrun standard imperial ships.
• Reserve power cells. In case something goes wrong.
• Small common space & kitchen. It is uncertain how long someone will be aboard such a ship, so amenities have been supplied.
• Furnished living quarters for 2. In case the Jedi Shadow has a guest or is working with a partner. The living quarters can be locked using a specialised code, effectively turning a living quarter into a cell.
• Refresher. A bathroom, so the Jedi Shadow can remain clean, and relieve themselves.
• comm suite. So the Jedi can remain in contact with the Council. It is encrypted to prevent the Empire from intercepting the transmissions.
• Exo-suits for 2. To allow the Jedi shadow to operate in hazardous environments, such as the vacuum of space.

Advanced Features:

• Thrust Trace Damper. A stealth device used to help conceal the presence of starships by capturing the exhaust gases from a ship, and waiting for them to cool before expelling them into space.
• Force Stealth Augmenter. A device designed by the Jedi Shadows, and produced by Jedi Mechanics to enhance a Jedi’s Force Stealth capabilities, extending them to the whole ship.
• Force Linked Onboard Remote Control. A device that allows a Jedi to pilot the Ship from anywhere within the ship. Allowing for a lack of conventional controls. While the responsiveness and ease of use are best while seated within the ‘cockpit’ the Jedi can leave the cockpit to perform other duties aboard the ship.

Strengths:
One of the best Hyperdrives in the Galaxy - The Hyperdrive equipped to the CL-43 is one of the best in the Galaxy in this era. It has achieved this through excessive use of Mechu-Deru by Jedi Mechanics during production. The drive itself is technically a class one, but modifications have been made by Jedi Mechanics, to allow a force user to utilise their Force Speed to essentially overclock the Hyperdrive, allowing it to reach a Hyperdrive rating of 0.7 for short bursts.
Stealth - The CL-43 is designed around stealth. Utilising several advanced stealth technologies to make it extremely hard to detect. Unless you know its there, it can be very hard to detect. Though, if you know what you're looking for, there are some strategies to detect the ship. Namely, the pilot cannot use Force Stealth to hide the ship during Hyperspace travel, meaning Trained Force Users can detect it as it drops out of Hyperspace. For non-Force Wielding individuals, magnets or gravitational fields are good ways of detecting the ship, if you know how to calibrate your sensors to look for it.

Weaknesses:
Locked Weapons - Unlike most ships of this size, the weapons can not spin. The weapons are locked in place, requiring the piolet to move the whole ship to aim the blasters.
Shielding Technology or lack thereof - The shielding for the ship is rudimentary at best. While it does possess Deflector Shielding, it is really only the bare minimum required to survive in Hyperspace. The design of Cl-43 is focused more around sneaking around an enemy ship, rather than engaging in direct confrontation.
Force Linked Onboard Remote Control -While the technology itself could be seen as an advantage, as it allows a single pilot to in theory perform multiple jobs on the ship at the same time, but for most, such multitasking leads to error. When not in the command chair, the controls are sluggish at best, and downright unresponsive at worst. Trying to pilot the ship requires concentration. It is damn near impossible to do any practical piloting if there is an intruder boarding the ship, that the pilot has to fight. Additionally, the security on the technology is pretty weak. It has no way of knowing which force user is the owner of the ship. Thus, having multiple force users on the ship can lead to dramas, as they both put in conflicting commands.
Experimental Hyperdrive - While the Hyperdrive is very fast, it is still in its early phase of development. Sometimes it doesn't activate when needed, and can easily overheat if used at 0.7 for extended periods. Additionally, to run at 0.7, it requires the Jedi Pilot to focus, through the force. This has the added downside of giving the ship a largely "Force Signature" while in hyperspace. Making the ship easier to detect while in Hyperspace if it is running at its maximum.

Description:

Gallery

|| The School of Death ||

Quentin Truehorn

Name: Quentin Truehorn
Nicknames/Alias: Q
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Nationality: Australian
Hometown: Cairns
Date of Birth: 28/10
Appearance:

Height: 178cm
Weight: 69kg
Status: Legacy
Weapon of Choice:

Dadao

Magic: Body Modification. A specialised form of magic, that has evolved from Truehorn magic. Instead of applying a simple buff to himself, Quentin can modify his body. Allowing him to increase nearly any physical attributes he wants, and eventually alter his physiology on a molecular level.
Strengths: Quentin's main strength lies in melee combat. Specifaclly utilisng acrobatics, with raw physical strength to strike hard from many different angles to keep his enemy off gaurd. He is hard to phase, and will rarely waver from his course.
Weaknesses: Using his ability hurts. It hurts a lot, and requires concentration to change an attribute. Howver, once it is done, its effects last as long as he remains awake and lucid.
Fears: Not being strong enough to save his friends and kill demons.
Personality: Quentin Truehorn would typically be called a good guy. He cares about his classmates, and offers his assitance when people look like they need it. He has quite a pressense, both on and off the battlefield. On the battlefield, he utilises his abilities to give him a larger than life pressence, taking all the attention from the demons, to allow his friends to get out unscathed. He often uses his abilities in private, as to not show that it causes him pain, so as to hide his weaknesses from his friends, so they can count on him.
Likes: Helping people. Killing demons. Guitar.
Dislikes: Pessimism. Demons. People who take life too seriously.
Backstory: Taught the value of the Truehorn name from a young age, Quentin was raised to hunt demons. Trained into the habit of enhancing his physical abilities each morning as he awoke, so he was ready for the day ahead. Then, typically he would train for a couple hours before religiously studying the Demon Book. When he wasn’t doing either of these things, his parents encouraged him to explore other interests. He developed a knack for the guitar.
His life wasn’t particularly hard. His parents cared about him, and tried to raise him right. They did a pretty good job.
Now, enrolled in the Death School, he can finally make his parents proud.
Hobbies/Interests: Playing the guitar, acrobatics and fighting
Other:

[Abandoned] Devaronian Jedi Shadow - Vor Grilnisk

Still working on it. Just taking my time. I’ll get there eventually.

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.

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

Zienaknuen laughed. "Detention?" He found this whole thing hilarious. The Vatican had sent him to some school for higher education, and the only teacher he had met was barely five years older than him and had given him detention. "I would be insulted that you think you can give detention in an institute that teaches people of older than eighteen. If it wasn't so funny." He said laughing. "Detention." He said again as he turned around, trying to stifle his laughter. Sighing as he finally got the last of the laughter out. "I mean, I shouldn't be laughing. Being a legal citizen of the Vatican and Rome means you simply lack the authority to imprison me." He said with a smirk. "Oh, this is rich." He said turning his back on the teacher. He admired Angel, but she needed to learn how to stand up for herself. Turning back to the teacher. "So, you are aware I am an adult. I have to inquire into what exact qualifications make you qualified to be a teacher." He turned to face Angel. "Come on." He said to here, offering his hand. Looking back to the Teacher, "He's all bark and no bite."

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?"