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Silver Gate Academy [Accepting New Players]

Aurelius Pendragon

Training

Sweat dripped to the floor like a leaky faucet. Aurelius's face was scrunched in pain as his forehead was covered in enough sweat to drown a village. His body shaking due to sheer exhaustion, hands blistered from holding practice katanas for several hours. Form, a word Akimoto had drilled into the young swordsmen's head, and thoroughly made sure that his body understood it too. Aurelius had never done training of this level before; Camelot training was very rigid and of one mind, Aurelius only ever branching out with his own style. Unfortunately that had even been too rigid for Akimoto's sensibilities, though Aurelius had known praise for his physical ability; specifically his agility and footwork showing that it was possible to fully learn what was being taught. Aurelius never sighed nor showed any annoyance, he was the dutiful student looking to perfect whatever his current sensai taught him.

An hour passed and he stood before Akimoto with both his swords in hand. Sparring was the name of the game for the last part of today's training, Aurelius looking forward to proving that he learned something. Every strike that Akimoto dealt to him was vicious, but lacked any malice behind it. Only for a second he could see his opponent's movements, his body reacting with one sword that gave him a short opening to strike. For once, he felt as though he could take Akimoto down in sparring; a subtle idea that died the moment Akimoto feinted and hit Aurelius right under his chin, lifting the boy off his feet. A large thud rang out through the dojo, Lady staring intently from the sidelines as she had been for the last two hours, stopping her own practice. Aurelius shook his head, shaking the very pain away before getting back to his feet. He was ready to go again.

RWBY: Chasing Shadows

Well well well.

Iquenos: In Nomine Domini

PAGONIA

Time seemed to slow to a crawl as Pagonia held his blade in the treant's maw, his mind wandering off for only a bit. The fights had grown weary on his body, bruises formed on his arm, calluses taking shape on his palm, and mouth getting drier every minute; this feeling was something he hadn't dealt with since sparring matches with Master Garland. Even Master Garland would prove to be tougher then any tree monster. For Pagonia, it wasn't just his body remembering the fatigue of sparring but his mind too. He could feel his mental process slowing down for just a moment; a moment that extended to the end of time itself, a moment that presented itself as a memory of losing his family all over again. Now he had to fight against forces presumably beyond him to protect that one family member he had left, a boy so important that fate deemed it so that they would meet again on a random barge.

"OUT OF THE WAY!" Etoile's voice came screaming through the air.

His mind snapped back to reality as he turned his head to see the air magi wielder flying straight at him. Where could Zes be? For now Pagonia would have to ignore that and get the hell out of Etoile's way. Gripping his sword tightly, instead of just pulling it out, the man pulled it to the side, ripping through the side of the treant's maw. He landed on his feet, air rushing past his head, just barely missing getting his body torn asunder by the hurricane force that was Etoile. He was intrigued at her sword skills and turned his frown into a smile to finally be step ahead in this fight.

"Nice form." Pagonia placed his head on Etoile's shoulder in a comforting way. "Now let's-"

The eldest Calore turned his head to see Zes being assaulted by the witch, who looked to be around his age, if not younger. He wouldn't let his brother be harmed again. His hand gripped Etoile's shoulder just a bit tighter to show his emotions were starting to flare. Well that was until Pythia made herself into Zestasia's defender. Without uttering a word, the smile back on his face thanks to him knowing his brother would be relatively safe, Pagonia began to walk forward.

Taking blade in hand again, Pagonia placed one hand on the blade section. A chill rushed over the area surrounding the sword, the ice shattering several places. He moved the sword back behind him before swinging it forward with all the strength he could muster. The ice broke from the shard, launched through the air like arrows loosed from a bow, all aimed the treant. This technique wasn't to end the fight but it would hurt enough to give Laz a shot.

Silver Gate Academy [Accepting New Players]

Aurelius Pendragon

Aurelius mind raced with the many ideas that could explain how this man could pull off such a feat. This speed could not be natural, the precision of his cut was beyond anything he knew. Swordsmen in Camelot did fight with such speed, men like his father relied on superior technique and brawn to face down those that oppose them. His eyes just stared at the leaf as it slowly floated to the ground, the two halves representing the two halves of his mind seeking two different reasoning; One half sure that this man was using magic, and the other thinking it had to be the sword. That mindset slowly tanked as the man handed a katana to Aurelius, and he reached out to grip it.

"I will practice and meet with you again." Aurelius bowed respectfully, "I look forward to your teachings."

He brought the blade to his side, gripping the handle tightly to feel it's solid wood design. The weight did not match his regular sword, being lighting along the blade, noticing it was heavier in the handle only. A different form of training would be needed to prepare himself with this blade. He felt as though he could wield it to create faster strokes with less force; a novice to using any weapon of its kind. Aurelius turned to face Lady with a genuine smile. "Let's go train."

Naruto: Fire From Ember (open/accepting)

Uchiha Mika/Training Ground 17

Mika sat in awe of the older woman, for she was staring intensely past the boy. He had no idea what she could be thinking and why she had suddenly turned into a statue. Just what could this all mean for Mika in the long run? He didn't know but, he hoped she was just as good as hyped. His goal needed to be rectified, this woman being the current harbinger of his fate, and he couldn't face his father without the teachings of those ranked higher than him. The very idea of needing a teacher infuriated the young genin just a bit. Sometimes you had to be able to get stronger on your own, if that was even possible at this point and time. Within that moment of thought, Eri finally broke the silence with a very confusing monologue; words being spouted such as creep and jumping girls, Mika was only kind of listening.

"HEY! I'M NOT A CREEP!" Mika leaned forward with big eyes before lifting hand to his chest, thumb pointing at himself, "My name's Uchiha Mikazuchi. Just call me Mika."

Leaning back, the boy had a slight grimace form on his face. The name of Mikazuchi gave a sour taste as it was the name of the abusive man he called father; it was only used to make sure she knew who the youngster was. Mika reset his face to a bland, unsatisfied look. He could only wonder if this woman would let him train with the others.

"So you're Eri-sensai, right?"

Iquenos: In Nomine Domini

PAGONIA

Etoile had taken herself out the fight to give Zestasia a moment to recuperate his waning Sol, giving them a better shot at fighting the treeants. Pythia and Laz had created an opening to strike at one of the treeants. Pagonia was happy to have help from his brother, but for now he had to focus on capitalizing the opening. "Zes, its time for a counter attack. Follow my lead." Pagonia spun his sword around before pointing it at the treeant. The second treeant was acting in protection of it's partner but, it was less vines to worry about.

"GET OUTTA MY WAY"

Using every muscle in his legs, the young ice wielding swordsman moved like a beast chasing it's prey. Vines tearing through the air attempting to stop the magi; his blade being the only barrier to stop them. Quick steps, pivots, and feints mixed with his near weightless claymore of ice ripping through vines. His heart raced, beating against his broken ribs and his breath growing heavier by the second. Today Pagonia would show his endurance, dashing past Pythia to reach the treeant; the gaping maw of the monstrous tree being a sheath for Pagonia to thrust his sword into. The next move might not kill it but, it would hurt like hell. "ZES, BURN IT!"

Iquenos: In Nomine Domini

PAGONIA

"Watch out for the vines!"

The word echoed through the air, catching the group off guard including Pagonia's usually keen senses. Malum permeated the area of the forest surrounding the young swordsman, vines reaching out to place him six feet under. This was all happening at the absolute worst time, only a few hours after the korvar fight; Pagonia's left arm still reeling in pain. He had to shake the pain to defend himself. His mind raced at the thought as Zes or anyone here being injured; they weren't exactly friends but, he considered everyone here as a comrade. Suddenly his instincts kicked in, his hand raced to his sword, pulling it from the sheath to sever a vine only moments after it entered his space.

"Aw hell. Just one bad thing after another."

The golden eyes of the eldest Calore brother darted around the area, scanning and taking in the environment. Every action ran through his mind, the world slowing down around him. This was how Pagonia saw combat, his body reacting almost automatically to danger. The blade of Durandel cleaved through another vine as Pagonia dashed forward. The initial plan was to help Zes fight off the vines as he figured that the lack of sunlight would be an issue. The problem was that Pagonia's completely underestimated how dangerous the situation was, Clara and Zes both getting injured. Pagonia stopped dead in his tracks, finally tired off everything today.

"I won't let you take him from me."

A cold wind began to encircle Durandel, ice forming over it like frost on a window. Pagonia's body shook ever so slightly from his own inner anger. He wouldn't lose Zestasia again.

"Glacies Subcinctus.." Pagonia lifted his sword in front of him, placing his hand upon it's blade before sliding it across, "ZWEIHANDER!"

Ice coalesced together upon the blade, taking a solid form, expanding outward in the image of the sword. Sharpening upon completion of the ice sword, this blade was huge in comparison to Durandel but, lacked any of the weight that would accompany a sword of its size. Taking a single step forward, Pagonia dashed forward with a burst of energy. One swing of his sword covered a wide arc, the ice severing the vines like the blade it covered. His movements flowed into one another like a wave in the ocean, flips and tumbles to avoid the vines, a swing of his sword cutting through the opposition. This was the Way of the Sparrow, the style Pagonia had honed for years, now being reduced to fighting plants.

"Zestasia." Pagonia stood in front of his brother, sending away another vine. He took a stance like a knight protecting his king. The only goal for the swordsman was to get the younger Calore to safety and help the others. "Zes, get to Etoile and Clara. We can discuss things later. ETOILE! Watch out for Clara and Zes, I'll take center stage." Pagonia narrowly avoided a vine, the air from the plant blowing his hair back. How long could Pagonia stay in top form? Even he realized he couldn't fight for an extended time, his chest started to throb and his left arm felt weak. No matter how this turned out, he wasn't leaving his brother's side again.

Naruto: Fire From Ember (open/accepting)

Uchiha Mika/Training Ground 17

Pain. That's all Mika felt as his young body flung away the training ground by the esteemed Jounin-Sensai. His mind couldn't even follow the woman's movements and his eyes only saw air. A loud thud echoed from Mika landing on his butt, his breathing heavy; the wind had been knocked from the boy causing him to intake big breathes. "OW! What the---" Mika stopped for a moment as he finally opened his eyes. A beautiful shade of purple caught his attention, causing the young boy to go dumbstruck for a second. A shade so beautiful that he got lost as the saying would go. Beet red was the color that filled the cheeks of the awestruck child. Fortunately that would come to an end as Mika's mind came back to what was important, literally shaking his head to bring his senses back to normal.

"HEY! That hurt." Mika jumped to his feet, one hand pointing at Eri, and the other on his hip, "I was testing my new teammates."

His voice was dead serious in delivery but yet his face had such a goofy grin attached to it. For Mika, this was all a test to see what his new team could do. Now the jounin seemed to be on him about impressing people. A small part of him was looking to impress them but at the same time he just wanted to finally get his mind off things. Suddenly the thought ran through his mind that maybe they had not told the Jounin about him being a temporary member which would make this all the more difficult.

"Didn't the tell you about adding a temporary genin? I guess my dad spoiled that info." Mika crossed his arms and nodded his head to the side as he spoke.

Phoenix Wing: New Dawn

NPC for Hades/Pheonix Wing

Name:
Persephone "Percy"
Age:
7
Birthday:
Haven't found one yet

Magic:
Zantetsu(残鉄, Remnant Iron) - After having trapped the demon soul for Takeover, she gained access to a cursed mark that uses her right arm to formulate a Curse. Her curse grants her access to her power which forms black markings capable of changing her bodily surface's hardness at will, an ability that is able to deflect some of the hardest blows taken from the black colored area. Through this natural armor of her's, it can endure blows from a golem, this left leaving the bones in her knuckles injured in the process. However hardened skin has one flaw, it is not strong enough to endure high-impact moves without draining more energy from the user to spread this defense around her body. When she finally assumed a fully armored appearance, she has black color skin with red marks and tattoos along her body, however she depends on how much magical energy is in her body so that she can hold this form. This Curse has also has offensive powers as well, it is able to turn her body into a living weapon, augmenting her body to be able to smash through solid steel walls while also using demonic sharp claws to impale through targets.

Magic Level:
D unless she's VERY angry.

Silver Gate Academy [Accepting New Players]

Aurelius Pendragon

Aurelius stared sternly as the man began to make fun of him. It hurt his pride a bit to beaten by someone only wielding a stick. Those movements, they were something he had never seen before. Before he could open his mouth to rebuttal, the experienced swordsman began to explain why Aurelius had lost, his ear perked up to take in everything the man said; the words cut through him like the sword he was holding. Suddenly he became further interested as the man spoke about training. This could be his ticket to learning to hone his abilities and finally avenge his mother.

"I accept your offer of training." Aurelius spoke calmly as he stood, dusting himself off.