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Academy for the Gifted - A darker school for magical studies

Working slowly, slowly on the CS. Just finalizing the Siren species and giving you all a lot of information about them. Did you know sirens have glowing mouths in the dark? Lures the prey right into their mouths.

I hope you people can speak French! (I'll always add translations in brackets right next to any French phrases for you, worry not.)

Academy for the Gifted - A darker school for magical studies

notdeadyet said
I like it! ^_^ this character could be a key part in a gigantic battle im planning.No spoilers or anything, but right now, all my characters exist for plot development. (Even Synn). When the big battle comes up, a strong siren will definately help. XD

If you want me to do anything, like become friend with certain people or want me to do something specific in classes, just drop me a PM.

Edit typing on a phone with cold fingers, expect typos.

Academy for the Gifted - A darker school for magical studies

Hm, I might go for Siren. I think I have a character of a french girl who used to manipulate her voice for three purposes -
+ Placating an audience (the typical siren song, causing people to draw closer involuntarily)
+ Harming an audience (Some sort of magically amplified scream which causes ear pain, deafness after prolonged exposure, etc etc)
+ Disorentating an audience (It's a tamer version of the power above, but in a different 'type' of sound, and isn't bound to hurt anyone.)

Of course, there are disadvantages such as the fact people have to be able to hear the sound to feel the effects, the idea that if someone muffled the source of the sound it won't be as strong/much easier to resist, sounds can't travel across incredibly long distances, air is usually a requirement, etc etc etc.

EDIT: Found her, she's called Noémie Favreau. I'll work on a bio (and formatting) in a few hours or so, until then is anyone in disagreement with the power?

Academy for the Gifted - A darker school for magical studies

"Aucune sirène ne chantera pour toujours..."
"No siren shall sing forever..."

Name: Noémie Favreau

Age: 17

Ability:
~Siren's Song~
Use: A melodic, haunting song which irresistibly draws those who hear it closer to the siren, making the siren herself seem irresistible.
✔ Works on almost all humanoids in hearing range
✘ Lasts until the song ends (all songs WILL have an ending)
✘ Those who cannot hear it will not be affected
✘ Works on allies as well as enemies

~Siren's Scream~
Use: The Siren emits a piercing, terrifying shriek which causes damage to the brain after prolonged exposure. The symptoms usually go in the order of - ear pain, headache, ear bleeding (deafness, will require healing after this point), nose bleeding, migraines, death.
✔ Works on almost all humanoids in hearing range
✔ Can be fatal to most humanoids
✔ Effective against those with sensitive hearing
✘ Whilst the Siren has some resistance against it, she cannot withstand the shriek for too long herself without ear protection, thus meaning that most screams will, at strongest, only reach the ear bleeding symptom
✘ Uses significantly more energy than the other spells, cannot be maintained for too long without fatigue or unconsciousness
✘ Works on allies as well as enemies

~Siren's Stupefaction~
Use: The siren creates a constant, vibrating sound (similar to dolphin song) which disorientates and confuses the listener, making it difficult to focus and can, after prolonged exposure, cause unconsciousness.
✔ Works on almost all humanoids in hearing range
✔ Causes no damage whatsoever to the listener or the Siren
✘ Only lasts as long as the siren can hold it for, as it uses up a significant amount of energy.
✘ Works on allies as well as enemies

Bio: "Tu es vraiment curieux, non? Trouvez mon histoire tout seul!" ("You're very inquisitive, aren't you? Find out my history on your own!")
Misc:
♫ Noémie is a native French speaker - she speaks with a notable French accent, and sometimes has difficulty translating certain words or phrases, or uses French when she's passionate about something.

♫ Noémie is asexual, and has no interest in romantic relationships.

♫ Noémie is NOT an albino - please check the information below about her species!

Siren

~Siren~

Appearance/Physiology: The most notable traits of a Siren are:
● Female reproductive organs, who require the assistance of a male human to reproduce (ALL Sirens will give birth to female sirens and male humans)
● Thick muscles and cartilage underneath the neck to protect vocal chords
● Very dark eye colours
● Carnivorous teeth (and a carnivorous diet)
● Bio-luminescent mouths, to produce an ethereal blue 'glow' which they use to attract prey in the wild.
● Scales instead of pubic hair

When submerged entirely in water for more than a few seconds, the webbing between their hands and feet grows rapidly to improve swimming. The longer a Siren spends in water, the more sophisticated their underwater adaptations will become until they have the same adaptations as a common mermaid.

HOWEVER, it is important to note that the change from underwater adaptations to land adaptations is considerably painful and involves shedding the webbed skin and sealing shut the gills to allow the mammalian respiratory system to kick in, which causes shortness of breath. Some genetic deficiencies can cause the Siren to suffer from sticky gills, where the gills seal up but the mammalian respiratory system does not re-establish itself. The gills can be opened again, but the Siren will have to spend the rest of her days underwater. The alternative to this is suffocation.

Curiously enough, it takes a few hours for the nose to return to its normal shape on the face after being submerged in water, leaving slit-like nostrils on the face for around half a day.

Other traits in a Siren are purely due to genetics and location.
- Sirens with Arctic/North Sea heritages will tend to be pale-skinned with white hair, and very susceptible to heatstroke and sun-burns.
- Sirens close to the equator tend to look tanned, toned with dark hair and deeper, more powerful voices.
- The elusive Mers are covered in scales, with no hair and sheets of skin under the arms, like the flying squirrel. They are a sub-species of Siren.
- A Siren which mates with a fish is more likely to create a Mer than a Siren.

Sirens age at the same rate as a human, however the physical ageing tends to stop around 20 years old - they do not wrinkle or show any signs of anything beyond young adulthood, but they are more susceptible to illness after the age of 40. Not many Sirens live past 70 years.

Culture and Personality: Siren families can occur in the city, but one would mainly find the Sirens near lakes or coasts with the human husbands. Their culture is mainly a human's culture, but nomadic tribes of Sirens can move from coast to coast, generally mating with the males and giving birth to the children near civilization and leaving them for dead. Primarily, however, a Siren is raised with their human father and Siren mother and taught the practices of a Siren, as well as allowing said Siren to move out and experience life on her own.

The Siren children, however, need to have a close body of water to properly develop their respiratory systems and adaptations, which is why most Siren families are close to lakes or the coast.

Without the influence of humans (which is rare), a Siren is a predatory humanoid beast who tend to hunt in packs of around 5-10 Sirens and eat solely meat. In some cases, savage Sirens have been known to consume only the flesh of their mate and, in some extreme cases, the flesh of their children. These extremist sirens believe that giving birth to a human is damaging to their gene pool, and raising the human with their mate ruins the 'primitive and sacred laws of a Siren which separate us from the humans'. Thankfully, these extremists are in the minority and tend to remain in hiding.

A particular Siren cult has formed around the Mediterranean called "Sanctus enim spiritus disciplinae", or "Pure-Minded Ones", which believe in the city of Atlantis being brought from the depths of the sea via the subordination of the human race into breeding stock. Many extremist sirens will tend to be associated with this cult.

[High Casual] Frontier: The Great Space Rebellion

Rule number one, gentlemen - if you don't like something, don't suffer in silence.

I'll have Nicki stop with the death threats thing because you asked. If anything bothers you about anyone's RP, you're the only one who's affected, not the offender. It's vital that you speak up against it if you don't like it.

Essence

Sorry folks, I'm going to drop out of this RP - it's moving too slowly.

[High Casual] Frontier: The Great Space Rebellion

Posteeeed!

I hope you don't mind - I dirtied up my medbay a little bit, Haggis. However, it's all more-or-less the same as what it said in your description.

[High Casual] Frontier: The Great Space Rebellion

MEDICAL LOG 005 - NICKI F SHARPE
CURRENTLY: Looking for bleach...

Nicki more-or-less ignored the rest of the crew as she meticulously went through every crate, every box, every bag that belonged to her - either personally, or indirectly due to her status as medic - and counted every supply twice until she was certain that everything she had expected to be on board, was on board. In fact, she would've gone right past Serenity if it wasn't for some knee-jerk reaction that caused her to stand up and cast her eyes over the cargo bay.

Over there were the men - and Risty - toying around with the idea of playing cards. By the door, Valerie stood out of place and uncomfortable help her settle in when you've got the time, having the co-captain on your side could be handy and just outside were three people, the captain, Caelum seriously hope you get space-sicknessHOLDONWHOISTHAT- and...a woman with a floating sheet of paper.

"Psyche number three..." murmured Nicki, eyeing Serenity with an almost predatory gaze for half a second. It went by un-noticed by the rest of the crew, as Nicki adjusted her face into a look of politely hostile curiosity into what Caelum I hate you so much was up to. Nicki's eyes settled on the security pad that opened the doors, and stayed there, staring very intensely at it as Caelum punched the numbers in. Remember that. REMEMBER THAT. YOU'RE GOING TO NEED THAT CODE.

Nicki made a mental note of the code to the security door.

Instead of drifting with the crowd towards the rooms, Nicki made a detour. She felt her way around the corridors, peering around curiously. Over there, were the bowels of the ship, Risty's place of work...and up there, the helm, where Nicki could bug Caelum hit your head on the steering wheel and don't get up, the mess hall, the rooms again, and...aha, there it was, the medbay.

A large first aid cross was spray-painted in red across the door, with some hostile white font that imposed the word "MEDICAL STATION" into Nicki's eyeballs. Next to it, an old console which required a password to gain entry, but Nicki had a feeling that she could probably find a similar looking panel on the other side of the door with the option to keep this particular door open just in case someone's managed to accidentally remove their arms from their body and can't type a password with their nose whilst suffering blood loss and panic attacks. With a shrug, Nicki put in the same passcode Caelum Get your arms ripped off please used on the door to the cargo bay, and smirked as the door opened up.

"SWEET MOTHER OF MARS!" shrieked Nicki, stumbling back and hitting the wall behind her with a loud THUD.

Horrifying was an understatement. The medbay looked like a torture chamber, and smelt like one too - the smell of ancient urine and rotting blood was seeping out of the doors like a wall of stench. Every surface - EVERY surface - had these strange, nail-like grooves scraped across them. There was at least an inch of dust covering every bottle, medical tool and book in the room, and the hospital bed...still covered in blood, unclean surgical equipment strewn across the little cart beside it, thick metal restraints for the wrists, ankles and neck...It was no wonder Nicki screamed. She stands there, pressed against the wall opposite the entrance, chest heaving as she tried to figure out what kind of psychopath would perform surgery in this room, and tried to ignore that constant thought that replied to the question, the thought that said probably someone who used too much Psyche, just like me...

Essence

Man, everybody is going out and I'm too I'll to leave home. :(

Essence

The animal

Essence of Healing - Hylia

In one moment, she was nothing.

And in the next, she was everything.

These days, it took Healing a while to manifest...longer than the others, for sure. She was weakening, faster than everyone else. But that was the cycle of healing; one had to become weak in order to get better. The other Essences could feel her now; she took the form of a white dragon spirit, sitting on the carpet floor, eyes glazed and unseeing, mind and body uninhabited and empty. They could feel the Essence settling into the form, starting to regain thought and sight and sound and trying to get used to these strange new feelings once more.

Bravery had already left prior to Healing finally waking up. She noticed her companions, Wisdom, Innocence, and Kindness. She could feel Bravery nearby. Where were the others? They took so long in waking up these days, it wouldn't be surprising if they manifested months after Healing did.

Healing did not say hello. She didn't think or speak to anyone in particular. In fact, in terms of telepathy, she was completely and utterly silent whilst her own mind thought over matters. The Essences have changed so much since...since when it was. They think themselves of humans, not beings. Gave themselves names - Healing could feel these new human names manifesting in her head. She had one too. She ignored it. "I am Healing." came her melodic voice, calm and clear with the simple undertones of authority. What it said was "I am Healing, so you cannot call me anything else. Even if the name Hylia springs to mind." but in its own, simple way.

For the first time, Healing tried to get a grips of the situation. Bravery was mobile, she could move. Healing will soon join her once she's settled in. Innocence and Wisdom were being surprisingly unhelpful; there was talk of a child who was sad, most likely the victim of the Corruption this time. Healing didn't care for the child, she simply wanted to be able to destroy whatever corruption was in this house and return back to her state of un-knowing. Of being a thing in the cosmos instead of being an...an actual object. It was uncomfortable.