TheHangedMan

Alma Mater Maximus

In Character Premise

In this world, everyone is unique (of course, that raises the argument that if everyone is unique, then no one is, but that's for another time . . .) and the uniqueness of every person is usually attributed to one thing: talent. No matter how well one argues, it is a fact that everyone possess a innate sense of excellence at a particular field. For some, in could be something relatively normal, like sports or mathematics; for others, it may be more specialized. All that matters is that you and everyone around you is indeed good at something. There comes a point in time where those talents have a chance to be nurtured and enhanced. This could happen at the gym, or somewhere online, where you find the one place your talent truly shines. Sometimes, this place is a highly sophisticated place that takes some searching to find, but sometimes, it could also be a highly normal place, like school for example. At school, there are many chances for talent to develop. Sportsmen join varsities and creativity is nurtured in similarly artistic societies. Here, you could cultivate the talent you possess to extraordinary levels! Why, you may even bend the laws of physics one day! Haha, of course, that's going a bit to far . . . or is it?

There is a certain school that for some reason or another, gifts all the students under its building with abilities far beyond normal logic. The teachers are of course, unaware of this, and the students themselves have made it a point to keep them uninvolved. All major activity is done by night, and powers are not to be used during the day - those are the two most ironclad rules among the countless other unspoken ones. This certain school has been divided into five factions (six, if you count those unaffiliated with any faction) based upon the rulers of the school: five students who through effort or luck have become the most influential and powerful personalities on campus. Everyone has their own agenda, and the school itself is rife with mysteries and unsolved puzzles - most especially the recently discovered underground entrance that no one has yet dared to open.

What happens next is up to you . . .

Out Of Character Summary:
You're a highschooler that came to a certain boarding school, when all of a sudden you've discovered that you've developed powers and abilities! As a character, you have to navigate your way through normal life, school politics, and general chaos. Sounds fun, right? The final destination for this RP is the slow discovery of the schools secrets, all the while struggling with your grades!

Locations:

Saint Dymphna's Campus:

• 4 Cafeterias (two large, two small, located North & South for the small ones and East & West for the larger ones)
• 5 classroom buildings
• 2 abandoned old school buildings (hidden door is located in one of these) To be demolished in a few months.
• 2 swimming areas
• 3 football/track fields
• 2 sports complex (volleyball, table tennis, basketball, gymnastics, bodybuilding, etc.)
• 6 quadrangles
• 6 dormitories (Male, Female, Staff)
• 3 workshops
• 2 gymnasiums
• New Chapel
• 2 Administrative Buildings
• 7 Parks
• 1 Commons Area
• School Market

Extra Locations:

• _{Caverns outside the school}
• _{Abandoned Chapel (Sign Reads: St. Dymphna's -rest of the sign has faded- lum and Chapel.) [Connected to a small graveyard]}
• _{Abandoned Shack (locked)}
• _{Misty Lake}

Important Characters

The Five Rulers:

• Henrietta Fawkes (16) - Talent: Socializing / Ability: "Social Network"
• Jason Grant (16) - Talent: Cross-country running / Ability: "Odyssey"
• Winston Shale (17) - Talent: Leadership / Ability: "Optimus Prime"
• Louise Sophorro (17) - Talent: Degrading People / Ability: "Negative Grace"
• Michael Rezzo (15) - Talent: Hide-and-Seek / Ability: "Night Stalker"

Other Notables:

• Marie Santos (17) - Talent: Puzzles / Ability: "Secret Keeper"
• Alicia Harding (16) Talent: Writing & Reading / Ability: "Wonderland"
• Rico Demetori (17) Talent: Surreal Artist / Ability: "Caricapture"

Rules of the School! (IC)

• No exiting the campus without permission!
• No visitors unless given prior arrangement.
• Schooling hours start: 6 am until 12 pm, with classes resuming after lunch break at: 2 pm until 4:30 pm.
• All canteens serve breakfast at 5 am until 6 am ONLY. Students are recommended to wake-up early in order to avoid missing breakfast.
• All canteens serve dinner from 5 pm to 7 pm ONLY.
• Curfew: No one outside their rooms by 8 pm; STRICTLY NO ONE awake by 10 pm.

Character Sheet

Name:

Picture/Description:

Age (Keep at Highschool age):

Gender:

Personality:

Talent: (what they are good/gifted at; keep this as realistic as possible)

Ability: (what their talent translates into as an 'ability'; if you wish, this can be decided for you)

Bio: (you can keep it short, if you want to save the rest for the IC)

Other: (extra info that you feel the need to add; Optional)

One Month [Zombie Apocalypse RP]

Alice's head titled as the ruckus began. In her head, a list of choices went by: Follow Voice no. 1 and head to the back of the store; follow Voice no. 2 and head to the Home Improvement Isle; ignore both and just step out or; ignore both and jump into the fray. As Alice spent some time considering this, she placed all the clothes and shoes she had looted from the zombies in her rucksack, and looked around. So far, there was nothing nearing her, which meant she had time to plan out her next move.

One moment, and she had decided on what to do. Going to her right, she headed to the Home Improvement Isle. In the end, if she ever wanted to join with the rest, then she could drag whoever was there with her into assumed larger group - if he was reasonable of course.

On her way there, she encountered three undead. Looking around her quickly, Alice checked if there was a sign of more of them coming. Seeing none, she smiled happily and approached the shambling dead. It was her policy - if there was no risk to her, then she would execute every undead that came her way. It was both stress relief and for insurance; if by some chance she needed to cross this way again, the less zombies the better.

Lifting the lid of the garbage can up, she calmly approached the trio of zombies, who had taken notice of her and began pacing towards her. Once the first one was close enough, she shoved her improvised towards its torso, disturbing its balance and sending it stumbling back. In the short amount of time were it lost its balance, Alice shoved her kitchen knife up its jaw and into its brain, immediately stepping backwards after.

"Haah~ These things aren't nearly as much of a challenge without numbers," sighing to herself, Alice wiped her knife clean using her pants.

She repeated the process on the first zombie until they were all blessed with a final death. Humming to herself, Alice took off their clothes and shoes once more, before skipping down the isle. Once she arrived there, she saw her presumed owner of the voice: A rough looking skinhead wielding a well-used baseball bat. With a light hop, Alice waved her hands in greeting.

"Hullo there! Fine morning isn't it? The weather is pretty nice too, if I do say so myself. So what brings you to this fine part of town?" In stark contrast with the chaos going on around them, Alice gave Zed as cheerful and casual a greeting as can be. Unconcerned with his appearance and the commotion around them, she approached him without a care in the world.

Mana-Script Academy For The Gifted Reboot

A restart sounds good. Also, we'll need to monitor the strength of characters more strictly this time around. As fun as it was, being blatantly OP is a part of the reason why a some people left.

Hogwarts: Call Of Darkness [IC Is Up! Still Accepting!]

Karen nodded, not at all minding Mitzy's temporary leave of awareness, and took the seat opposite to her, with Elijah going on ahead and hopping into the corner before curling into a big ball of fluff and staring curiously at the sloth the girl seemed to have for a pet. Even Karen had to admit it was a bit peculiar, but it was nonetheless adorable. Straightening her skirt as she sat, Karen fixed her posture - back straight, head tilted slightly up, hands resting on lap - before answering Mitzy with a soft but clear voice.

"Yes, it's my first time coming to Hogwarts, and I imagine I'm as excited as you are," In contrast with her words was her tone; calm and controlled, but not in the least excited. "I've waited quite a long time for this moment, and I'm barely holding in my happiness from boiling over."

She meant that literally. Her head was rushing with so many possibilities, ideas, and even random thoughts of jumping up and down with glee. She even considered buying out the whole Hogwarts trolley and throwing the contents at the different passengers - not exactly the wisest or most logical idea, but there you have it; Karen was excited.

At that moment, another girl opened the door. She was tall, tall enough for Karen to think she was a higher year than they were. When she asked if she could join them, Karen so no reason to refuse; the compartment was hardly full.

"I don't mind," she said, in the same soft yet clear pitch. "However, I speak only for myself; I daresay you'll need her opinion as well."

Karen turned towards Mitzy, her sapphire eyes locking straight into hers, as though expecting an answer from her for Lavender.

One Month [Zombie Apocalypse RP]

A sway and swagger, brought along with cool winds that mixed with the smell of blood and gasoline, was how she walked in. With a large kitchen knife in her right hand, a garbage can lid on her left, and a small sack slung over her shoulders; dressed in a dark, tight leather bikers outfit with pink high-cut rubber shoes, along with her unevenly cut short hair, and her wild, random movements, made Alice for a strange sight. The woman looked around the pavement as she approached the Walmart, catching sight of multiple corpses, both human and not, on the ground.

Alice walked towards one of those bodies, and gave a forceful dig at it with her foot. Seeing no reaction from it, Alice gave a happy little sigh. Lifting the corpse up by the feet first, she took off it's shoes and socks, and afterwards did the same for it's shirt. Alice repeated this process with all the corpses she could find, eventually ending up with a pile of clothes and a whole cluster of shoes.

"Well this is a nice haul right here! Not all of them are old though, so I wonder who . . . ?" Her head swerving side to side, Alice looked out for any sign of life. As it turned out, she heard them before she saw them.

Turning towards the Walmart once more, the sound of shattering glass and falling objects betrayed the presence of the people inside. A light bulb hung over her head as Alice thought of a plan. It had been awhile since she had been with a group of survivors: The last - and admittedly first and only - one she'd joined ended up being robbed of supplies and all of them were eventually eaten, but in the time she'd spent with them, getting the necessary accessories for living had been the easiest it had ever been! Getting close to whoever was inside was probably a good idea!

"Hm, but if I remember correctly, they didn't really let you in a group if you were useless . . ." she recalled the previous group she had been in and how they had turned aside anyone who couldn't offer them any assistance. At the time, Alice was nearly subject to the same rejection, however, she had spent a whole night persuading their leader into accepting her, which he eventually did.

In any case, how to prove her worth?

"Well, we'll see how that goes after I meet them~!" she said, carefree as you please. In a way, this was her own evaluation of prospective partners. After all, a partnership is mutually beneficial, so evaluation of another was never one sided, right?

Alice swaggered into the Walmart, without a care in the world, kicking away bodies gleefully as she did so. She eventually stopped after making sure there weren't a mass of living dead nearby, "HELLO!?" she shouted as loud as she could, facing upwards and letting the sound echo through the Walmart. "IZZER ANYBODY IN HERE? IF YOU'RE ALIVE, PLEASE RESPOND, IF YOU'RE NOT, FEEL FREE TO COME ANYWAY!"

Hogwarts: Call Of Darkness [IC Is Up! Still Accepting!]

Karen stepped forwards, her pet cat Elijah wrapped in her arms and a butler carried her luggage at the side. She moved gracefully, each of her steps flowing well into the next, as though she were treating walking like a dance. Her face was calm and serene, looking for all the world as if nothing could disturb her; indeed, such an expression made her look more mature than her age otherwise let on. Her outfit consisted of a turquoise blue dress with sapphires lining the shoulder wide neckline, and white, satin gloves and leather boots - all of which were high-quality material.

Her graceful movement and expression, as well as her expensive clothing, caught the eyes of people around her, however they always averted their eyes the next second for some reason. Looking at her, one wouldn't think that today was her first day at Hogwarts.

Her thoughts however? That was a completely different story.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes! Hogwarts! Finally! Hahaha! Today I take my first true step to being a real witch! Wait, no, you're getting excited again Karen! Calm down . . . Alright calm . . . Heh heh, Hogwarts~"

Much as she tried to suppress it though, her excitement would always bubble over sometime again, thus creating a cycle. Nevertheless, on the outside, she was completely composed. As she stepped towards the barrier at platform 9^3/4, she took a steady, deep breath, then walked through it.

She gasp softly at the magnificent sight of the magical side of Kings Cross Station; at the sight of all the different wizards and witches moving about, sending their kids of to Hogwarts. Karen bit her lip, once again suppressing her excitement from overwhelming her, while at the same time ignoring the pang of pain that shot through her suddenly. Seeing all these kids being sent off by their parents did nothing but remind of the absence of her own. Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, Karen walked towards the trains steps, and turned to her butler.

"Thank you, Alexei, for your troubles," she said, stretching out to grab her luggage from him.

The man simply bowed his head in response. "It's no problem, milady. I hope you have a good time at Hogwarts . . ."

Left unsaid was: "I'm sure your parents would have too," but both knew the futility in bringing her parents up, so he kept it in, and Karen did not question his silence.

Setting Elijah down, Karen looked around her, wondering what compartment she should take. Deciding that any would do, she walked three steps and opened the nearest one. Inside, there was already another person, one with a pet . . . sloth? That was new. In any case, Karen did a small curtsy and greeted the other girl.

"A pleasure to meet you. Would it be too much trouble if we could share compartments?" she asked, making eye-contact with the other girl.

One Month [Zombie Apocalypse RP]

Alice Maccabeus McGarvey

Age:
24

Gender:
Female

Sexuality:
Omnisexual

Personality:
Twisted, disturbing and corrupt, yet still retaining the ability to move according to logical thought - or, at the very least, what seems like logic. Alice is a broken woman who was put back together in the a very wrong way. She is cunning, but random, friendly, but manipulative, but above all, dangerous to every thing, including herself. Trying to predict her next move is an exercise in futility; her personality shifts when she sees fit to do so, and moreover, it is near impossible to tell if she is faking them or not - most times, not even Alice herself can tell if the feelings she puts on display are genuine.

Alice has no compunctions or grievances in taking any sort of actions, no matter how dangerous or questionable they are; sometimes, she may even do something simply for the sake of doing it. Despite how random she is, however, there is but a single consistent train of thought that can be found most of her decisions: Her survival above everyone else's.

Appearance: (will draw her sometime soon)
Alice short, stands at an average height of 165cm, with pale white skin and green eyes. Her black hair is cut roughly, as if a knife had been used by unskilled hands. She has a heart shaped face with prominent cheek bones and pale pink lips. Her fingers and legs are noticeably long and slender. Her chest size is also noticeable, especially due to her tendency to where tight clothing.

By all means, she could be considered a very attractive woman, were it not for the madness that frequently makes itself evident as a spark in her eyes.

Skills:

• Moving silently
• Proficient at using a knife and dagger
• Highly agile and;
• Extremely fast runner
• Good situational and physical awareness
• Surprisingly strong
• Flexible

Biography:
<sub>It was her wedding day - that was what she first remembered.

The undead brought catastrophe - that was what she remembered second.

Alice Maccabeus McGarvey, her name - that was what she had remembered third.</sub>

Alice's earliest memories date back to exactly one month ago - anything else, she can't remember clearly. She woke up, covered in debris and furniture, yet miraculously unharmed, as if she had been buried precisely so she would not die. She assumed it was her house, as the first thing she found while searching the empty and messy home was a note crumpled near her hands, a note addressed to her:

Don't try to remember, forget everything you ever where, and don't go looking for clues. Your old life ended the moment I finished writing this letter, Alice. It's better this way; you would never be able to survive in the world now as the old you. But you have to live, you have to live because that's what you promised. So no matter what it takes, live on

~AMW

Compelled to follow the letter, for the reasons that it was the most logical thing to do, and that, no matter what, she felt like whoever had written that letter was undeniably right, Alice has since traveled for a month, doing whatever was necessary to survive. Unfortunately, the horrors and atrocities she so committed by both human and not has twisted her personality from its original blank slate. Only time will tell what will happen to her next.

Motive:
TO S^fiU^ndR^aV^rI^eaV^sonE^to

One Month [Zombie Apocalypse RP]

If this is still open . . .

Alice Maccabeus McGarvey

Age:
24

Gender:
Female

Sexuality:
Omnisexual

Personality:
Twisted, disturbing and corrupt, yet still retaining the ability to move according to logical thought - or, at the very least, what seems like logic. Alice is a broken woman who was put back together in the a very wrong way. She is cunning, but random, friendly, but manipulative, but above all, dangerous to every thing, including herself. Trying to predict her next move is an exercise in futility; her personality shifts when she sees fit to do so, and moreover, it is near impossible to tell if she is faking them or not - most times, not even Alice herself can tell if the feelings she puts on display are genuine.

Alice has no compunctions or grievances in taking any sort of actions, no matter how dangerous or questionable they are; sometimes, she may even do something simply for the sake of doing it. Despite how random she is, however, there is but a single consistent train of thought that can be found most of her decisions: Her survival above everyone else's.

Appearance: (will draw her sometime soon)
Alice short, stands at an average height of 165cm, with pale white skin and green eyes. Her black hair is cut roughly, as if a knife had been used by unskilled hands. She has a heart shaped face with prominent cheek bones and pale pink lips. Her fingers and legs are noticeably long and slender. Her chest size is also noticeable, especially due to her tendency to where tight clothing.

By all means, she could be considered a very attractive woman, were it not for the madness that frequently makes itself evident as a spark in her eyes.

Skills:

• Moving silently
• Proficient at using a knife and dagger
• Highly agile and;
• Extremely fast runner
• Good situational and physical awareness
• Surprisingly strong
• Flexible

Biography:
<sub>It was her wedding day - that was what she first remembered.

The undead brought catastrophe - that was what she remembered second.

Alice Maccabeus McGarvey, her name - that was what she had remembered third.</sub>

Alice's earliest memories date back to exactly one month ago - anything else, she can't remember clearly. She woke up, covered in debris and furniture, yet miraculously unharmed, as if she had been buried precisely so she would not die. She assumed it was her house, as the first thing she found while searching the empty and messy home was a note crumpled near her hands, a note addressed to her:

Don't try to remember, forget everything you ever where, and don't go looking for clues. Your old life ended the moment I finished writing this letter, Alice. It's better this way; you would never be able to survive in the world now as the old you. But you have to live, you have to live because that's what you promised. So no matter what it takes, live on

~AMW

Compelled to follow the letter, for the reasons that it was the most logical thing to do, and that, no matter what, she felt like whoever had written that letter was undeniably right, Alice has since traveled for a month, doing whatever was necessary to survive. Unfortunately, the horrors and atrocities she so committed by both human and not has twisted her personality from its original blank slate. Only time will tell what will happen to her next.

Motive:
T^toO S^fiU^ndR^aV^rI^eaV^sonE^to

The Fallen Girl

A bow, a few handshakes, and he was finished for the day. Kyle walked out of the Firm he was currently working at, satisfied with the days work. Lately he'd been getting good reviews from his boss, and he'd been told that a raise and a promotion may be in store for him soon. Kyle shook his head incredulously. He was planning to turn down the offer, if it came. Though he put a significant amount of effort into his current job, in the end, he was still a Deacon of the church, moreover, one who was responsible for . . . certain tasks; of course, said tasks were put on hold until the Vatican deemed he was ready to return to them, but he knew he was going to return. As such, any merits he would obtain while working as a layman would be for nothing.

Kyle was dedicated to Church, despite the horrors he had been through, but then again, said horrors were ones of his own making. At that point, he had no-one to blame but himself.

Looking around him, Kyle smiled to himself. The people walking about, living their lives, struggling, smiling, suffering, and loving without any thought to their place in the world, gave Kyle a growing sense of pride and gratitude towards the Lord. His trip through Hell had put his life in perspective. Small things became big things, and big thinks shrank in importance. Even if he went back in time, he would gladly step into Hell once more, for all the wisdom it gave him, however small it may be.

Of course, it was that way of thinking that got him into his current forced retirement, but that digresses from the point.

With nothing else to be done, Kyle mounted his motorcycle and revved the engine, preparing to go straight home. That was the plan, at least. It was at this moment that a brilliant light burst forth from the sky, slightly blinding Kyle with it's magnificent glare. Once his eyes recovered from the flash, they narrowed as he observed a figure falling from the sky. He couldn't clearly see it from where he stood, but he was sure that the falling figure was human. Kick-starting his engine into life, he sped off to the direction of where the figure was falling. There was something going on here, and if experience taught him anything, it was that angels were not the only things that fell out of the sky.

The Fallen Girl

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Kyle Julius Celis Santos

Nickname:
"Kay-Jay"

Age:
33

Gender:
Male

Sexuality:
Heterosexual

Species:
Human

Appearance:
Clean and simple is the essence of Kyle's looks. From his short, cropped black hair, to his clean shaven face. Even his outfits are plain, and not once can he be seen wearing jewelry of any kind. On physical features: Kyle has black, large eyes, and sun-tanned skin.. He is tall, standing at 198 cm, and surprisingly muscular. There are multiple scars and burns on his body which he usually keeps hidden, although the burn on the left side of his neck, and the three scars on his ear, mouth, and chin are on full display. Kyle's nose is slightly crooked, as if it were once broken then reshaped wrong. Kyle usually wears gloves to conceal the scars on his hands.

Nationality:
Filipino

Personality:
Calm and collected, borderline eerily so. Kyle moves and talks methodically and at a steady pace, not letting himself get swept up in the emotions of others. He is a deep thinker, knowledgeable and wise, according to others, and fond of taking and dispensing knowledge, so long as those around him are willing. He is a teacher by nature, and enjoys watching others grow as they learn. Kyle does not let himself stick to a single method of interacting, he can be blunt as he needs be, or conversely as confounding as humanly possible. He is a gentle person generally, and when it's not necessary, does what he can not to hurt people with callous words and actions. He is patient and tolerant to a high degree. Kyle is, however, more dangerous than he appears. Though he has taken a vow to never hurt anyone, he is aware that he is more than capable of 'breaking' someone without actually talking to them.

Bio:
Kyle grew up on the streets of the Philippines, hating every second of it. He grew up seeing corruption, poverty, crime, and apathy. When he was young, he viewed human as scum, and their lives as worthless, including his own. An orphan with none to support him, he would often steal to get by in life, believing that if he was to survive, he may as well do it by living off other peoples ill-gotten gains. One evening, however, he made the mistake of pocketing the wallet of a powerful underworld boss.

Chased down and beaten, he was left for dead in the polluted waters of Manila Bay. If he didn't succumb to his wounds, the infections from the city's waste in the water would kill him in days. His life was numbered by the hours, and he was going to die like a rat. No matter how much he wanted to scream at the heavens, he could not - even his voice had given out.

But his death was not to be. Passing out in the water, he was surprised to find himself surrounded by angels and saints - or at least, their dioramas. He had awoken inside a church nearby, somehow nursed back to health. The priest who found him, Father Sin Regalado, dragged him back here after he spotted his body floating nearby his usual jogging area. It had been seven days since then.

Kyle was nothing if but grateful. Even with his hate of the world, he knew the concept of paying debts, and he decided that he would pay back his debts to his savior. He planned to give up crime for a time, until that debt was paid, and worked as a salesperson in the Church's local bakery as well as cleaning up after mass. He sold bread by day, and cleaned up during the evenings. As time flew by however, he found his viewpoints in life being changed. The world was still dark, but there was light now, as well.

Eventually, he ended up finishing school under Father Sin, and became a Deacon. Offered to work in the Vatican itself opened up new possibilities for him, which he eagerly took. There, he was exposed to a whole new world, with brighter lights, and deeper darkness . . .

I has been thirteen years since he worked in the Vatican. He is now living in Japan, a country close to home, as both a missionary and a business man. On secular affairs, he is somewhat retired - or rather, he was forced to retire by the Vatican after he became to obsessed with the work entrusted to him.

A trip to Hell itself, is, after all, not something that should be attempted once, let alone a third time.

Weapon:
None

Equipment:
A steel rosary and a pocket Bible

Skills:

• Pick-pocketing
• Chinese Boxing
• Praying
• Negotiation

Abilities:

• Immune to all supernatural influence on his person

How would you help Althea?:
Life teacher/counselor & General Education

Other:
Is not available every Sunday from 6pm - 7:30pm