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1,600 | 35 | 6 | 2,792 | 348 | Training Day Zero
BRRRzzzzzTTT "Good morning Spartan, Are you ready for your big day? Your assignment this morning is to do your daily exercises and report to the mess hall no later than 8 hundred hours. Good luck today."
"Your morning well-wishes have been acknowledged and reciprocated. Thank you, Ava," Ethan responded to the AI concisely, as usual. Ethan rose from the bed, taking a five-second break that he had actually recorded on his schedule; the same schedule that was planned to account for nearly every second of the day he spent conscious. Ethan briefly glanced at the next task on his schedule, though he already had it memorized.
After Ethan spent a small duration of time dedicated to making his bed, he walked to the next designated location on the schedule in order to do his morning exercises. Ethan's daily exercises composed of a collection of different, yet standard exercises, at least by spartan standards. By the end of the various exercises, Ethan was breathing heavier than before, but his composure did not change from prior to the physical exertion.
As was Ethan's expectations and intentions, today, his position on the leader board had been displayed in the low-thirties. He had calculated that, at his current increase in strength and other various physical values, he would get to the twenty fifth position in exactly one year, seven months, two weeks, and three days. This was satisfactory and met Ethan's standards, thus, he moved on towards the next destination he was instructed to attend: the mess hall.
Ethan proceeded to enter the mess hall. Without even acknowledging that he was aware of the other Spartans' presence, took a look at the order of the chairs in order to find the destination of his own chair. After creating and navigating a path through the crowd of Spartans to get to his own seat, Ethan sat down.
Ethan allowed his thoughts to wander into various possible problems he could end up facing in future missions, and how he could solve them. However, once the loud speakers turned on, Ethan gave his full attention to any and all further announcements. It took a couple of hours of Ethan sitting stationary, but he walked at a decent pace to his position when his name was called, "Spartan #643."
Ethan made it to the stage fairly quickly, and stood near the man who was sorting the teams. When he made it, he was told his position on the team, "You will be filling the role of tactical."
"Yes, sir," Ethan stood at the indicated spot that had been marked for the tactical Spartan. Ethan was satisfied with being the tactical member, and even anticipated his placement as one. | Atticus Szabo
gender: Male
Age: 17
Serial #: 179
Out of armor
Specialty: Captain
Personality: Precision and speed. In everything. Literally everything. Even talking. But especially thinking. Thats why he is leader. His squad is going to learn quick how to listen to him so that they dont miss anything. Nevertheless he is committed to whatever task he puts his mind too, and it always gets done the fastest and cleanest.
Weapon of choice: DMR - Designated Marksman's Rifle |
1,601 | 35 | 7 | 1,335 | 18 | Ethan had followed his new leader to the debrief room, keeping the same pace as his new captain. When the team had entered the room, Ethan simply moved a chair to face Atticus and sat down. Ethan listened to his speech thoroughly, mentally taking notes of everything in case it may be needed in a future situation. After ensuring that he had an absolute understanding of everything spoken, and even memorized, Ethan spoke up, "Your order has been comprehended, acknowledged, and noted for future reference," Ethan spoke out monotonously.
Ethan took a moment to observe the rest of the team, and he was satisfied with the potential plans and strategies that could be carried out should they need them. Ethan had already decided to mentally consider scenarios in which the team may face, and how to counter any threats while he was listening to them. There is no logic, he had already discovered long ago, in remaining mentally idle when there are opportunities to test his mental capabilities.
Ethan also awaited for any further speech from his new teammates, deciding to memorize what they say for further any information that could be utilized. | Name: Ethan Warren
gender: Male
Age: 18
Serial #:643
Appearance: Under the armor, Ethan is a pale guy, with blue eyes and black hair. Ethan's armor, as though it is as pale as he is himself, is a light gray. The armor has a red stripe that starts at the chin of the helmet and moves up until it meets the pale green visor. The visor itself is more reflective than most armor, along with a hexagonal pattern on it. This is intended to allow the user to see through walls and other such abilities a tactical spartan should have. After the Stripe meets the visor, it splits into two lines that follow the visor to each side. Once the stripe reaches the ends of the visor, the go straight up once again, to the back of the helmet. Besides that stripe, the rest of the armor is simply gray with red trimmings.
Specialty: Tactical
Personality: Ethan is a very logical person. He approaches every situation, whether it is social, militaristic, or personal, with the ideal of solving it in a reasonable and intelligent way. He does not often talk to people, but he will have no qualms answering questions or responding to someone. Aside from that, Ethan most often plays chess, reads, or makes plans for battle.
Weapon of choice: Ethan uses a battle rifle as his main weapon, preferring to be in places he know that an enemy will be in soon to shoot them. He knows where the enemies are due to his ability to see through walls, and he keeps an eye on everything and everyone in battle to easily make strategies. |
1,602 | 35 | 8 | 1,295 | 125 | A. Finch
Atari acknowledged the commands from Atticus with a curt nod before continuing to examine the other Spartans who had spoken before her. Even sitting down Spartan 643, Ethan, stood out. His speech was monotonous and his pale skin seemed to almost reflect the light of the debriefing room. He had been assigned the role of Tactician, and it was easy to tell why. Atari had always seen the tactical parts of battle as drab, but 643's methodical response to the Captain indicated to her that he might actually enjoy the meticulous and more carefully calculated parts of life. In essence, Tactician seemed right up his alley.
The Weapons Specialist was Spartan 561, he had seemed incredibly eager to get his position when the squad had been put together. He didn’t look like much; his cropped hair and muscular build was generic for a Spartan. Forgettable, almost. Atari ‘s eyes flitted over him without a second glance.
That brought her critical gaze back to the front of the room. Atticus, Spartan 179, had spoken first. He had been called to the front of the mess before the rest of the squad His skills and rank had earned him the position of Captain, but that meant little to Atari. Her focus was on completing the missions they would be assigned, and while the captain had been clear in his statement about not tolerating lone-wolves, the notion of working with others wasn’t something she would adapt to with much ease. Her skills would allow her to protect her squad from afar, but that also mean that she wouldn’t be required to work with them up close on many occasions.
Atari crossed her arms over her chest and relaxed back against the wall, her eyes stared at the ceiling, an almost rude or disrespectful behavior, but also one of boredom. She was anxious to get out and prove her skills as a sniper, even if she had to work with other people to do it. Her short height made the small Spartan much less intimidating, but also worked to her advantage in that the shock factor was much greater when people realized that she could handle herself. Her petite frame was capable of packing quite a punch, and from the day her instructor had put a sniper rifle in her eager hands she had missed only a handful of shots. Her role as a Sniper had been cemented since that day, and the thought of using her skills was thrilling.
A calming breath escaped her lips as she opened her eyes once more, waiting for further instruction from the squad’s captain. | Name
Atari Elena Finch
Gender
Female
Age
17 years
Serial Number
#907
Appearance
ARMOR
-ODST Armor, Sharpshooter BDU Variant (no right shoulder pauldron for ease of movement when shooting, larger left shoulder pauldron for enhanced protection while shooting)
-Dark gray titanium plating over black Kevlar suit
-Dark gray titanium helmet, faceplate is silver when polarized
-O/i (Ocular integration) optic interface to smart-stream SRS99C scope to faceplate
-HUD equipped with night vision and enhanced thermal scanning technology, allowing for the wearer to see targets at longer range than traditional thermal scans
-Suit’s titanium plating is matte to decrease visibility of the wearer by limiting the reflective surfaces to only the faceplate, and is enhanced with high-tech cloaking technology, allowing near invisibility while remaining stationary
-Armored rucksack holding a grappling hook attached to a long braided rope which is designed to be fired by the sniper rifle
PHYSICAL APPEARANCE
-5’9”
-Dark brown hair, almost black, cut shoulder length but usually tied back
-Thin face with high cheekbones framing a narrow nose and large doe-like gray eyes
-Muscular build, with long arms and legs
Specialty
Stalker
-Specializing in the use of cloaking and thermal technology, accompanied by a sniper rifle, to eliminate enemies at long range
Personality
-Sarcastic -Withdrawn
-Adaptable -Judgmental
-Observant -Competitive
Main Weapon
SRS99C
-Sniper Rifle equipped with a night vision scope which can connect to the HUD via smart-stream technology, and a silencer to eliminate excess noise |
1,603 | 35 | 9 | 565 | 508 | Once the squads had been formed everyone was dismissed. Cynthia followed after her new squadron into a room to listen to the leader of the squad, Atticus. She listened to his speech and took everything to heart, no more freelancing, no more lone-wolf antics, everyone here was part of a team now. "Loud and clear, Captain." Cynthia assured the captain that she understood completely, though it was hard to tell that the others knew, what with a few of them preferring to let actions speak louder. There was one thing that Cynthia wanted to get across. "Pardon any interruptions, but I kinda prefer a better term than "Brute" more my role in this squad. I may fit the role perfectly, but I'm kinda uncomfortable being referred to as a Brute... Only brute I know of is a savage alien gorilla thing." It was unknown whether anyone would comply with her request, but Cynthia honestly found it weird that her role in the team had the same name as that of one of the Covenant species. | Name: Cynthia
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Serial #: 497
Appearance: Outside her armor, Cynthia would've already had been tall and built if she were a normal human, but thanks to augmentation she has a very bulky build and stands at about 7'5". Her short, black hair has a beautiful sheen to it and the purple highlights at the tip of her hair gives her a flashy look. Her eyes were a deep hazel before augmentation and now have become a pale, golden color.
Specialty: Brute
Personality: Despite her daunting and menacing appearance, Cynthia really has a kind and caring personality, a little too caring for some. In training, anybody she took down would immediately hear the word "Sorry" come from her mouth and this would carry on into actually combat, despite being well aware that she is incapacitating or killing someone she would always say sorry. Its not like she doesn't know her own strength, rather she is a little against violence and would much rather see a peaceful solution or, when peace isn't an option, a solution that won't get her squad mates killed.
Weapon of Choice: Gravity Hammer or bare handed if need be |
1,604 | 35 | 10 | 559 | 40 | Once the squads were combined, they were dismissed to their assigned debrief room. Solton followed suit as the squad trailed behind "Captain" Szabo.
Trying to keep his evil glares from the back of his head he looked over the other stalker in the squad. She was small, almost crushable looking, but he knew something more was hidden behind the frail look. He had been studying possible stalkers on the leaderboard for sometime. Her target practice training score was almost flawless.
The squad began to pour into the debriefing room after Captain szabo. Solton grabbed the center chair, turned it around a straddled it in one move. He mad sure he sat square within the "Captain's" line of sight so as not to seem defeated by the display of dominance earlier on the stage. As the "Captain" began his speach, Solton focused intently. Searching for a single slip in his demeanor.
"...any 'lone-wolf' behaviours will not be tolerated. Clear?..." When Solton heard this he knew this had to be a dig at the stalkers. Most likely him specifically, considering he made it obvious his distaste from the start. Solton sucked his teeth, "...We will work as one, one mind, many bodies..." Solton had to admit, there had been no quiver in his speech. It made him nod his head unconsciously. 'Did i just agree with that bastard' Soltons brow furrowed as the Captain requested acknowledgement.
Ethan, the overly analytical tactician spoke first. Solton had no qualms with a strong mind. It's what makes his job easy. He just couldn't understand how he could physically make a difference.
Matthew the special weapons kid was next. Solton had thought to test drive this skill set, but from a different view. If he ever gets a chance, he will have to talk to him for an arsenal of hand crafted weapons. Otherwise he's dead weight to solton because of all the noice he'd make.
Just then Atari acknowledged the speech. She was looking at the two before her and the captain as if analyzing just as he was her. He could see she was ready to move forward. He noticed how she leaned against the wall, anxiety and boredom building behind her folded arms.
With out breaking his study of Atari, Solton spoke " I hear you, just don't lead us to our deaths." He tore his gaze away and looked at Szabo directly. "I follow real leaders, who have sense enough to utilize what tools he has to solve any issue at hand. Are you capable? " Solton's voice lowered to a deep but respectful rumble as his eyebrow lifted. He really wanted Szabo to lose his temper. No Captain could ever accept the title if his emotions were not under control. | Name: S. Solton
gender: Male
Age: 16
Serial #: 333
Appearance:
Check it out ---->
Specialty: Stalker (Death in Silence)
Personality:
A solo operator, he hates when people are slow to act. This doesn't stop him from working well in a group as long as he has his own set of tasks to achieve. He has an inherent need to kill and swiftly. Although this blood lust could cause him issues in the field if not controlled. Serious, but still approachable. Frank and antagonizing.
Weapon of choice: Energy Blade (calibrated into hunters blade) or Static Magnum (silenced) depends on blood lust factor |
1,605 | 35 | 11 | 1,851 | 36 | Looking around the room at the group of people he already mentally nicknamed, he could sense an intense group dynamic. 'Stiff' never seemed to utter anything other then calculated boredom and spoke as if he was a corpse. 'Ordie' said and did very little to warrant a nickname yet so he just used a clue from tag to determine that he was an explosives expert. 'Shorty' was a head shorter than the other Spartans but was barely at Daniels chest, thus easily earning her title. Given her name he also thought of calling her 'little bird', he could always use them interchangeably . He could sense an attitude as intense as her gaze at the wall, and no doubt her shooting skills as well. 'Flex' seemed to be concerned about her designation as a Brute so he did her a favor by nick naming her something less brutish. Although he wouldn't say it out loud just yet, it seemed like she could crush his head by simply flexing.
"I follow real leaders, who have sense enough to utilize what tools he has to solve any issue at hand. Are you capable?"
Up until this point, Daniel was barely paying attention to the Captain. He would do his job just as he was supposed to without the need for some overly exaggerated speech. Mentally yawning at everything until this interesting line caught his attention. 'Ohhh, someone who doesn't deal well with the status quo!' he was thinking to himself. 'Might as well have some fun with this.'
Approaching the sitting Solton from behind he chuckled and placed his hands on both of his shoulders. The perfect nickname dawned on him. "Don't worry little 'Wolfy', if you need me to protect you from the big, scary Covenant, just let me know. I got your back buddy. In fact, with me here, you'll never have to see one of those nasty, brutish Grunts to even bother getting scared." Chuckling even more at the concept of Grunts possessing any semblance of terror for a Spartan, he looked over at Captain Szabo and gave him a thumbs up. "Don't worry 'Cap', I'll guide is the right direction!" A wide grin filled up his face showing little concern for the impending team conflicts. | Name: Daniel "Legs" Legend
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Serial #: 259
Appearance: A typical USNS Spartan, he stands at about eight feet tall, but compared to the rest of the Spartans, he is on the leaner side from all the running he does. When he takes off his helmet he has very short hair, almost the the point you can't tell what color it is, its brown if you wanted to know, He is cauasian with blue eyes and a grin that seems to be ever present.
Specialty: Ranger/Pathfinder(Scout), no one can run faster or longer then Daniel. Hence the reason he was nicknamed "Legs" by some of the other Spartans. He is highly skilled at scouting and information gathering. He is actually a skilled pathfinder, but it tends to get overshadowed by his skill as a Ranger.
Personality: Being the essential scout of the team, he is often in dangerous situations alone and has to be able to think and move of his own accord. He is forced to rely on himself in a majority of situations and as such, he prefers to keep out of fire fights where he is alone. He is very talkative and like to crack the occasional joke over comms to lighten the tension of a situation. He is the front man of the team and as in a sense responsible for their safety as much as he has to rely on them for is own making him a reliable teammate underneath all the wisecracks.
Weapon of choice:
Silenced SMG
Silenced DMR
Combat Knife
Flashbangs |
1,606 | 35 | 12 | 2,792 | 348 | Szabo read everyone's faces as he was talking, He gave a curt nod to the first few who answered respectfully then turned his attention to legs and Solton. He knew he was going to have problems with legs, He cared too little about the Hierarchy that needed to be followed for everything to move smoothly. Then there was Solton, Most definitely fired up about being outranked on the leaderboards.
Atticus turned to the two of them, "Legs, Can it. Ive seen your scores, Dont be so cocky. As for you 333, I cant seem to understand why you are questioning if Im the best at what I do? I mean I see your name under mine on the leaderboards, Isnt that so?" He replied with unmeasurable bitterness to counteract his extreme defiance and skepticism. "Now that we have gotten these issues out of the way I have uploaded all your tags to your HUDs. As for you Cyn, dont worry about the 'brute' title, None of us will be calling you that, Where did you get so sensitive anyway? Thought they woulda worked it out of you by now. Guess I have work to do~" He said as he sighed and turned away from the group looking at his data pad on his forearm. Movement caught his eye as the door opened and someone walked in.
"Officer on Deck!" He said as he slid his legs together, locked his back up straight, and formed a crisp Salute. | Atticus Szabo
gender: Male
Age: 17
Serial #: 179
Out of armor
Specialty: Captain
Personality: Precision and speed. In everything. Literally everything. Even talking. But especially thinking. Thats why he is leader. His squad is going to learn quick how to listen to him so that they dont miss anything. Nevertheless he is committed to whatever task he puts his mind too, and it always gets done the fastest and cleanest.
Weapon of choice: DMR - Designated Marksman's Rifle |
1,607 | 35 | 13 | 559 | 40 | During any arguments, Ethan mentally kept track of everything said in order to identify the main issues that needed to be solved. Ethan was rapidly creating scenarios where these may get in the way. When Ethan had finished the majority of probably results and occurrences, he concluded that the probability of failure due to conflicts were too high; the percentage value was 28%. Ethan mentally thought, "Further observations of my teammates' conscious decisions and personalities will be necessary if the team as a whole is to become effective."
Atticus' announcement of team tags was noted. He would have to look into that later, in order to be able to respond efficiently when the tags are in use.
When the captain alerted them about the officer, Ethan barely had to do anything. He was already standing in the posture that Atticus was using, so all Ethan had to do was bring his arm up for a salute. | Name: S. Solton
gender: Male
Age: 16
Serial #: 333
Appearance:
Check it out ---->
Specialty: Stalker (Death in Silence)
Personality:
A solo operator, he hates when people are slow to act. This doesn't stop him from working well in a group as long as he has his own set of tasks to achieve. He has an inherent need to kill and swiftly. Although this blood lust could cause him issues in the field if not controlled. Serious, but still approachable. Frank and antagonizing.
Weapon of choice: Energy Blade (calibrated into hunters blade) or Static Magnum (silenced) depends on blood lust factor |
1,608 | 35 | 14 | 1,295 | 125 | A. Finch
The scene which played out between Legs, Solton, and Szabo was almost laughable, but Atari held her tongue, knowing that any peep she made would likely be held against her. Still, she smirked as the captain ripped into both boys, which shut them up entirely. Solton had stayed quiet both when Leg took a dig at him, and when Szabo reprimanded him, and she wasn't sure she could keep her composure if similar words came her way.
She drew her eyes across the room while Szabo went from taking care of the outburst to addressing the brute; studying everyone while she tapped her fingertips against her arm. It was already apparent that this team was going to have serious issues if they couldn't get their act together. Sure in the field they would likely be able to take care of business without too much problem, but back on base would be another story. Between Solton's salty attitude, Cynthia's overly emotional wussiness, Leg's cocky outbursts, and her overwhelming desire to stay as far away as possible from the rest of the squad, there wasn't a doubt in her mind this was a disaster just waiting to happen.
When Solton got up from his chair in the center of the room and moved to the wall she smirked. His eyes were blazing and she guessed that behind his mask silence he was absolutely furious. It was impressive to her that he could maintain his composure, as the same could rarely be said about herself, which was one of the reasons she hated working with other people. She tried to catch his gaze from across the room but was interrupted when she heard Szabo call out, "Officer on deck!"
Though she was nearly small enough to be ignored entirely when the officer walked into the room, she turned and stood at attention. Her gray eyes were locked on the door, and she stood in tall -or rather as tall as someone her height could- awaiting instructions from the superior entity entering the debriefing room. | Name
Atari Elena Finch
Gender
Female
Age
17 years
Serial Number
#907
Appearance
ARMOR
-ODST Armor, Sharpshooter BDU Variant (no right shoulder pauldron for ease of movement when shooting, larger left shoulder pauldron for enhanced protection while shooting)
-Dark gray titanium plating over black Kevlar suit
-Dark gray titanium helmet, faceplate is silver when polarized
-O/i (Ocular integration) optic interface to smart-stream SRS99C scope to faceplate
-HUD equipped with night vision and enhanced thermal scanning technology, allowing for the wearer to see targets at longer range than traditional thermal scans
-Suit’s titanium plating is matte to decrease visibility of the wearer by limiting the reflective surfaces to only the faceplate, and is enhanced with high-tech cloaking technology, allowing near invisibility while remaining stationary
-Armored rucksack holding a grappling hook attached to a long braided rope which is designed to be fired by the sniper rifle
PHYSICAL APPEARANCE
-5’9”
-Dark brown hair, almost black, cut shoulder length but usually tied back
-Thin face with high cheekbones framing a narrow nose and large doe-like gray eyes
-Muscular build, with long arms and legs
Specialty
Stalker
-Specializing in the use of cloaking and thermal technology, accompanied by a sniper rifle, to eliminate enemies at long range
Personality
-Sarcastic -Withdrawn
-Adaptable -Judgmental
-Observant -Competitive
Main Weapon
SRS99C
-Sniper Rifle equipped with a night vision scope which can connect to the HUD via smart-stream technology, and a silencer to eliminate excess noise |
1,609 | 35 | 15 | 1,501 | 301 | Staring into his own eyes had always helped him calm himself after awaking from the nightmares. Yet another day, yet another batch of men and women that would be thrown into the meat grinder. As he peered down at the insignia on his jacket he wondered why he had earned it while so many had died along the way. After another moment of quiet reflection, he donned his dress jacket and washed the sleep from his face. Before leaving his quarters, he strapped on his belt and drop-leg holster in which he slid his M6A pistol. He stood facing the mirror to straighten up his uniform one last time before walking out into the corridor.
"Officer on deck!"
As he stepped across the threshold and entered the briefing room he gave short glances at each one of the men and women in front of him. They were children, not a surprise considering their status as Spartans. They had yet to know the fear and desperation of fighting the Covenant and he could only do his best to give them the best chance of survival he could. As he reached the front of the room, he tapped the screen on the podium and brought a map up on screen.
"At ease. Take your seats and we will begin the briefing." without pausing he continued, "I am Rear Admiral Marshall of the United Nations Space Command Navy. Although I am in command of this division I will leave on the ground and deployment decisions to your Captain. Disobeying a direct order from him is the same as disobeying a direct order from me. Now, lets get on with the briefing. The enemy force for this exercise with be a squad of Marines backed up by an unknown number of Marine recruits. They will be protecting a flag on this island and your job, is to recover it. This is a test of your skills as a team, if you hold delusions that you will be able to handle this on your own, you are mistaken."
As he spoke, he peered around the room and made eye contact as much as possible. He paced a few times but came to a stop behind the podium at the end of his speech and paused before asking "Any questions?" | Admiral Nickolas MarshallGender / AgeMale / 28Appearance:Wearing the uniform shown at the top, Marshall has a clean cut appearance like most UNSC officers with the exception of his low cut beard he wears.Specialty:Master TacticianPersonality:As with many Naval Officers who have fought the Covenant, Marshall exudes a kind of infallible determination and simultaneously mixed with loss.Weapon of choice:M7S Submachine GunHistory:Rear Admiral Marshall was once in command of a stealth battlegroup fighting an information war in Covenant controlled space. After the eventual dissolution of the battlegroup, he was given command of the most advanced ship in the battlegroup and given new orders. The rest is classified. |
1,610 | 35 | 16 | 565 | 508 | Cynthia really didn't have a comment to the captain's claim of her being sensitive, was it wrong that she was a little softer than others? Maybe... Definitely... Who was she kidding, there was a reason why everyone called her a gentle giant. She zoned out a bit with the others chatting, she tried thinking of ways to change everyone's opinion of her. Maybe act tougher? Nah... Cynthia was a pansy, she wasn't afraid to admit it. But that wasn't going to stop her at being a good soldier.
The moment the officer came in, Cynthia got into a bit of a panic and scrambled out of her seat and saluted the officer.
"At ease. Take your seats and we will begin the briefing." without pausing he continued, "I am Rear Admiral Marshall of the United Nations Space Command Navy. Although I am in command of this division I will leave on the ground and deployment decisions to your Captain. Disobeying a direct order from him is the same as disobeying a direct order from me. Now, lets get on with the briefing. The enemy force for this exercise with be a squad of Marines backed up by an unknown number of Marine recruits. They will be protecting a flag on this island and your job, is to recover it. This is a test of your skills as a team, if you hold delusions that you will be able to handle this on your own, you are mistaken."
Cynthia listened carefully to the admiral, no need to tell her twice, she knew very well that there is strength in numbers and to stick with your squad. No questions from her. | Name: Cynthia
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Serial #: 497
Appearance: Outside her armor, Cynthia would've already had been tall and built if she were a normal human, but thanks to augmentation she has a very bulky build and stands at about 7'5". Her short, black hair has a beautiful sheen to it and the purple highlights at the tip of her hair gives her a flashy look. Her eyes were a deep hazel before augmentation and now have become a pale, golden color.
Specialty: Brute
Personality: Despite her daunting and menacing appearance, Cynthia really has a kind and caring personality, a little too caring for some. In training, anybody she took down would immediately hear the word "Sorry" come from her mouth and this would carry on into actually combat, despite being well aware that she is incapacitating or killing someone she would always say sorry. Its not like she doesn't know her own strength, rather she is a little against violence and would much rather see a peaceful solution or, when peace isn't an option, a solution that won't get her squad mates killed.
Weapon of Choice: Gravity Hammer or bare handed if need be |
1,611 | 35 | 17 | 2,792 | 348 | As soon as the admiral dismissed them to ease he grabbed a seat and faced forward to listen to the debrief. To his delight he reinforced Atticus' command of the team, Which also put a lot of pressure on him to get the job done. It was a relief and a disappointment that they were going to be going against marines, unlike the usual combat robots and their programing. Szabo also liked the add on the end, 'If you hold delusions that you will be able to handle this on your own, you are mistaken.' He nodded when the Admiral said that.
"Any questions?" he asked. Szabo thought for only a fraction of a microsecond then had multiple questions. "What ammunition and ordinance will we have? Where are we going? Do we know the location of the flag, and whats the evac plan?" He listed quickly and concisely. "Also, Will we be using our Mjolnir armor? Admiral, one last thing, Do we get a team A.I.? If so who will be its carrier?" Szabo knew that most squads got an A.I. and was excited to know if they would be receiving one. Szabo looked at the others to see if his questions had covered it all. Then returned to the Admiral for the responses | Atticus Szabo
gender: Male
Age: 17
Serial #: 179
Out of armor
Specialty: Captain
Personality: Precision and speed. In everything. Literally everything. Even talking. But especially thinking. Thats why he is leader. His squad is going to learn quick how to listen to him so that they dont miss anything. Nevertheless he is committed to whatever task he puts his mind too, and it always gets done the fastest and cleanest.
Weapon of choice: DMR - Designated Marksman's Rifle |
1,612 | 35 | 18 | 1,501 | 301 | After Marshall had finished his speech and asked for questions, he listened to the fresh, new captain ask some decent questions. A small smirk came across his face as he listened. Maybe these recruits would actually live long enough to kill a few of the Covenant. He answered the questions in rapid succession, with a patient tone.
"You'll be issued full combat complement, so whatever your chosen weapons are and Mjolnir power armor. You will be issued stun rounds as will the Marines, theirs are just a tad bit more powerful. As for where you're going, its just as this map shows, an island. Thats all you need to know for a training operation, and as for evac, thats up to you. The flag is wherever the Marines choose to put it and thats probably the worst place for you to reach. As for the AI, her name is Oriana."
Marshall places the small chip on the table in front of the Captain and nods to him. | Admiral Nickolas MarshallGender / AgeMale / 28Appearance:Wearing the uniform shown at the top, Marshall has a clean cut appearance like most UNSC officers with the exception of his low cut beard he wears.Specialty:Master TacticianPersonality:As with many Naval Officers who have fought the Covenant, Marshall exudes a kind of infallible determination and simultaneously mixed with loss.Weapon of choice:M7S Submachine GunHistory:Rear Admiral Marshall was once in command of a stealth battlegroup fighting an information war in Covenant controlled space. After the eventual dissolution of the battlegroup, he was given command of the most advanced ship in the battlegroup and given new orders. The rest is classified. |
1,613 | 35 | 19 | 1,851 | 36 | Daniel wasn't offended in the least by Captain Szabo's comment. Especially since moments later an Officer walked into the room, putting everyone at attention.
Daniel listened to the Rear Admiral intently. He was all fun and games when the time allowed for it, but now it was time for work. As the Ranger and the Pathfinder for this team he paid special attention to the map. It never hurt to memorize the site of a mission and for Daniel, Land Nav was his bread and butter.
As he was about to inquire about the specifics of the mission location, 'Cap' jumped in and asked several of his own. "What ammunition and ordinance will we have? Where are we going? Do we know the location of the flag, and whats the evac plan? Also, Will we be using our Mjolnir armor? Admiral, one last thing, Do we get a team A.I.? If so who will be its carrier?"
Rear Admiral Marshall answered just as Daniel had presumed he would. He certainly didn't expect any real intel from a training mission, but it was nice to atleast get a full weapons compliment and an A.I. to boot.
'An A.I? I didn't think we would be getting one but that will help out a lot.' Intel was life and death on the battlefield and an A.I. could provide a huge edge in that department. 'As for who carries it, it would certainly have to be the captain right?' It was the only position that made any logical sense to Daniel to be holding on to the A.I. As cool as it would be to lug Oriana around in his head, it certainly wasn't in his job description. The room seemed to have gone quiet for a second, until Daniel decided to break the silence with a question of his own.
"So... When do we leave?" | Name: Daniel "Legs" Legend
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Serial #: 259
Appearance: A typical USNS Spartan, he stands at about eight feet tall, but compared to the rest of the Spartans, he is on the leaner side from all the running he does. When he takes off his helmet he has very short hair, almost the the point you can't tell what color it is, its brown if you wanted to know, He is cauasian with blue eyes and a grin that seems to be ever present.
Specialty: Ranger/Pathfinder(Scout), no one can run faster or longer then Daniel. Hence the reason he was nicknamed "Legs" by some of the other Spartans. He is highly skilled at scouting and information gathering. He is actually a skilled pathfinder, but it tends to get overshadowed by his skill as a Ranger.
Personality: Being the essential scout of the team, he is often in dangerous situations alone and has to be able to think and move of his own accord. He is forced to rely on himself in a majority of situations and as such, he prefers to keep out of fire fights where he is alone. He is very talkative and like to crack the occasional joke over comms to lighten the tension of a situation. He is the front man of the team and as in a sense responsible for their safety as much as he has to rely on them for is own making him a reliable teammate underneath all the wisecracks.
Weapon of choice:
Silenced SMG
Silenced DMR
Combat Knife
Flashbangs |
1,614 | 35 | 20 | 1,295 | 125 | Ethan listened carefully listened to what Rear Admiral Marshall had to say, and making sure he had a thorough understanding of everything. When Atticus had asked his questions, Ethan grew a bit more respect for the captain's attempts to better understand the mission. When everything had been said, he began strategizing once more. How could they take every advantage that they can?
For example, where could they start? choosing the ideal location to begin looking for the enemy would allow them to fight on their own terms, which could be the difference between success and failure. Ethan looked at the map, calculating the risks and advantages of every possible location. When he finally found a good spot for them to begin, he made a mental note to tell Atticus before they leave.
The amount of ammunition they had could be a possible issue, but Ethan decided that there should be enough ammunition between all of them. The A.I. was a pleasant surprise, and even Ethan paused at that announcement.
"So... When do we leave?"
This is a question that actually made Ethan think a bit more highly of Daniel, seeing as time could also play a vital role in the outcome of the mission. The ideal time for battle could vary between the roles in the team; for example, as tactician, Ethan's visor allowed him to see the location of the enemies no matter where they were or how dark it was, as long as they were in the nearby area. However, some of the members were not trained to operate the technology Ethan uses in order to do what he does. | Name
Atari Elena Finch
Gender
Female
Age
17 years
Serial Number
#907
Appearance
ARMOR
-ODST Armor, Sharpshooter BDU Variant (no right shoulder pauldron for ease of movement when shooting, larger left shoulder pauldron for enhanced protection while shooting)
-Dark gray titanium plating over black Kevlar suit
-Dark gray titanium helmet, faceplate is silver when polarized
-O/i (Ocular integration) optic interface to smart-stream SRS99C scope to faceplate
-HUD equipped with night vision and enhanced thermal scanning technology, allowing for the wearer to see targets at longer range than traditional thermal scans
-Suit’s titanium plating is matte to decrease visibility of the wearer by limiting the reflective surfaces to only the faceplate, and is enhanced with high-tech cloaking technology, allowing near invisibility while remaining stationary
-Armored rucksack holding a grappling hook attached to a long braided rope which is designed to be fired by the sniper rifle
PHYSICAL APPEARANCE
-5’9”
-Dark brown hair, almost black, cut shoulder length but usually tied back
-Thin face with high cheekbones framing a narrow nose and large doe-like gray eyes
-Muscular build, with long arms and legs
Specialty
Stalker
-Specializing in the use of cloaking and thermal technology, accompanied by a sniper rifle, to eliminate enemies at long range
Personality
-Sarcastic -Withdrawn
-Adaptable -Judgmental
-Observant -Competitive
Main Weapon
SRS99C
-Sniper Rifle equipped with a night vision scope which can connect to the HUD via smart-stream technology, and a silencer to eliminate excess noise |
1,615 | 35 | 21 | 2,792 | 348 | The admiral gave legs a Stern look letting him know he had stepped out of line. Regardless of his recklessness the admiral let it slide and nodded dismissing the squad.
Szabo took the A.I. and put it around his neck (the chip was on a neckless) and made a gesture (his index finger extended and twirling in a circle) for the team to form up on him and pointing his finger he led them out the door at the back of the briefing room.
As Atticus thought on the way to the mjolnir suitup stations he couldn't help but maul over the fact that they only had one vehicle specialist. He knew the A.I. could do a lot of flying but he didn't want to have to rely on it.cnot for the human instinct he knew the vehicle specialized Spartans had. He shrugs the thought away and continued on down the hall. Taking a brief second to hold up his hand in a fist to halt the group. Szabo turned on his heels and looked back over the group, taking role almost. He made sure everyone was behind him then he nodded to the team, getting a few nods back, he rounded the corner and stopped at the nearest station stepping up onto the platform typing in his Spartan I.D. then waiting for the machines to do their job and hook on all his armor. He was lifted and twisted and turned all around until the machine was done and he returned to how he started. He checked the rest of the team down the corridor they were all in and was satisfied that no one had any major issues. Atticus rose his voice and gave a quick 'round up' shout to get them all up and ready with their new gear. It was heavy... Really heavy... But this is what he trained for... It was all stuck and didn't shift when he moved... It actually made his movements a little quicker and made it a hell of a lot easier to lift things.
Once everyone was done checking themselves and the team out they strode into the hallway and down towards the armory with hightened confidence from the gear. Making their way through the stockpiles of weapons they all headed straight to their favorite weapons and were handed the stun rounds. Surprisingly enough it was just lockdown paint... Atticus took a second and almost laughed thinking about what a marine would feel like after getting hit with one of these bad part was, no silent bullets or fadeing explosions the purple was going to be everywhere. His brow furrowed but no one could see through his tinted EVA helmet. Szabo had his trusty DMR and a magnum for closet combat as well as one of the regenerating lockdown paint knives. He also grabbed 2 grenades and advised his team to do the same no matter what position they were assigned. When he was all loaded up he clicked his magnum into place on his right thigh and slung his DMR over his back onto the magnetic pad on his armor.
Satisfied with his team's busy and clean work he took a quick look at them one last time and made a motion with his hand to start heading out to the hanger where they would be getting their ride to their mission. | Atticus Szabo
gender: Male
Age: 17
Serial #: 179
Out of armor
Specialty: Captain
Personality: Precision and speed. In everything. Literally everything. Even talking. But especially thinking. Thats why he is leader. His squad is going to learn quick how to listen to him so that they dont miss anything. Nevertheless he is committed to whatever task he puts his mind too, and it always gets done the fastest and cleanest.
Weapon of choice: DMR - Designated Marksman's Rifle |
1,616 | 35 | 22 | 559 | 40 | Solton quickly made his way to his once given the order. Admiral Marshall was clean cut a demanding in his tone. He brought up a map on the screen in front of them and began to speak. The Admiral spoke highly of Szabo, giving him a status on par with himself during the mission at hand. A "capture the flag" type of mission in more or less words was being explained. Warning of its danger and the fact that everyone would need to work together to reach victory was also spoke. Of.
Solton tensed a bit as the Admiral spoke. This is just another version of lockdown paint. He had to work with these people and try his best to keep everyone live. 'What if I fail' Solton thought to himself as he tended the Wounds in his mouth with his sore tongue.
The Admiral kept making eye contact with Solton as he paced back and forth. Did he see how nervous he was. Ailton dodged the glances as often as he could without seeming weak.
"Any Questions?" The Admiral ended.
Solton started to stand, but this wasn't the time. He adjusted his weight in the seat and interlocked his fingers as he leaned forward resting his forearms on his thighs. 'Now isn't the time to be seen' Solton thought taking quiet deep breaths. | Name: S. Solton
gender: Male
Age: 16
Serial #: 333
Appearance:
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Specialty: Stalker (Death in Silence)
Personality:
A solo operator, he hates when people are slow to act. This doesn't stop him from working well in a group as long as he has his own set of tasks to achieve. He has an inherent need to kill and swiftly. Although this blood lust could cause him issues in the field if not controlled. Serious, but still approachable. Frank and antagonizing.
Weapon of choice: Energy Blade (calibrated into hunters blade) or Static Magnum (silenced) depends on blood lust factor |
1,617 | 36 | 0 | 198 | 332 | This is the IC forum. You post your character's POV (point of view) here. No OOC chatter, please. | Name:Tijd Mágos
Age:11
Gender:Female
Year:1
Element:Water
Parents:Lord Usyit Mágos and Lady Jana Mágos
Backstory: Tijd's parents are not magical. They do not control the Elements. Though her last name means 'magician' , Tijd is ts the first in many generations of her family to actually be a magician. Her parents mostly support her, although they do not appreaciate the fact that Tijd is practically socailly impaired, due to the fact that she spens constantly has her nose in a book, and would rather be reading or studying than parying or hanging out with people.Tijd's parents never spend time with her, so they can't really complain. Her biggest pet peeve is people. Just people.
Appearence: Tijd has wavy blonde hair, and blue eyes that often turn grey when she is mad. She has a slim build, and is a fast runner.Tjid is about 4' 9".
Typical dress:Tjid always wears black. She always wears dresses. Although she controls water, she swims as fast as she runs, and doesn't really care what she is doing, as long as she does it the best.
Favorite weapon(e.g. staff, wand, sword, wits...): Staff, but she also loves telling people how wrong they are. If she does not have a staff at hand, her words work just as well.
Hometown: Dover, England
Non-Elemental talent (e.g. healing, lie detecting...): Healing. Some say that she is a better healer than Water mage. |
1,618 | 36 | 1 | 198 | 332 | Tijd glanced at her secdule. It looked fairly boring, although the school itself was far from that. She looked up. Two turrets towered above her, wile a moat glistened below. She watched people shimmer into the area. Tijd watched their reactions. Some glanced cooly up, while others glanced arournd nervously. Still others looked panicked. This was going to be a long day. | Name:Tijd Mágos
Age:11
Gender:Female
Year:1
Element:Water
Parents:Lord Usyit Mágos and Lady Jana Mágos
Backstory: Tijd's parents are not magical. They do not control the Elements. Though her last name means 'magician' , Tijd is ts the first in many generations of her family to actually be a magician. Her parents mostly support her, although they do not appreaciate the fact that Tijd is practically socailly impaired, due to the fact that she spens constantly has her nose in a book, and would rather be reading or studying than parying or hanging out with people.Tijd's parents never spend time with her, so they can't really complain. Her biggest pet peeve is people. Just people.
Appearence: Tijd has wavy blonde hair, and blue eyes that often turn grey when she is mad. She has a slim build, and is a fast runner.Tjid is about 4' 9".
Typical dress:Tjid always wears black. She always wears dresses. Although she controls water, she swims as fast as she runs, and doesn't really care what she is doing, as long as she does it the best.
Favorite weapon(e.g. staff, wand, sword, wits...): Staff, but she also loves telling people how wrong they are. If she does not have a staff at hand, her words work just as well.
Hometown: Dover, England
Non-Elemental talent (e.g. healing, lie detecting...): Healing. Some say that she is a better healer than Water mage. |
1,619 | 36 | 2 | 1,237 | 509 | Rosalie Von Kruger
(Open for interaction)
The air was filled with nervous newcomers and tired upperclassman. Rosalie was both. Every year it seemed as if the mountains grew taller almost as if they were going to swallow up the academy. Still, it didn't stop her from walking inside already ready to begin the day. First class was 6th year magical defense. Not her favorite class, even after 5 years of it, she always manages to barely pass. At the moment her favorite period was study hall, a time to keep to herself without worrying too much over grades. Still it wouldn't be until 6th period which seems like forever away. | Name: Rosalie Von Kruger
(Her real last name is Seltzer)
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Year: 6th
Element: Water
Parents: Viktor Von Kruger and Adelina Seltzer
Typical dress: Rosa loves light, pastel colors. She typically wears outfits deemed business casual, such as skirts and blouses.
Favorite weapon: Long sword inherited from the Von Kruger family
Hometown: Frankfurt, Germany
Non-Elemental talent (e.g. healing, lie detecting...): The ability to negotiate and interrogate, being able to see weaknesses in other’s arguments/know what they want.
Background: Born from an affair between a prestigious governor and his mistress, from day one she and her mother was hidden from the world, an embarrassment to the family. However, instead of having herself being defined by a scandal she set out to prove her worth in the world. It was at the age of 8 which Rosa started displaying talents in the water element and academics. She was then forced to adopt the name Von Kruger as they used her to improve their family reputation. For the next 3 years until the invitation from the Academy came in, she was showcased as the gem of Von Kruger living a lie in which only a few know of her true identity.
Since coming to the academy Rosa worked hard to separate her from the Seltzer name, believing that it is her duty to uphold the Von Kruger name. She refined herself as a respectable student and peer, even sometimes acting as a guardian to younger students (when the need arises). She can be condescending, however, to students of other elements believing water to be the most prominent element. This, however, does not stop Rosa from having respect to other strong elemental users even befriending some of them. |
1,620 | 36 | 3 | 66 | 1,312 | There didn't seem to be much going on yet, classes had yet to start. The area was full of new students and old and while usually Pierre loved to meet up with people... today it might be a little awkward. Before getting up this morning, Pierre had tried to use his powers, which was certainly a very bad idea considering sometimes he could create a whirlwind in his small room, but nothing had come out. The boy didn't seem to have any kind of elemental power today... and that was just a little embarrassing. | Name: Pierre Roux
Gender: Male
Age: 13
Year: 2
Element: Air
Parents: Louis and Amanda Roux
Appearance: Louis has voluminous straberry blonde hair that reaches the nape of his neck. The boy himself never styles it, just lets the hair do its thing. He sports blue eyes that almost seem turquoise. Pierre is always on his feet and working in the family business gives him a little more strength than the average boy his age.
Typical dress: Pierre loves to wear white or red. He usually wears either a v-neck t-shirt and khakis or some kind of hoodie. He doesn't feel like his extremely casual outfits fit in with the rest... but it's the most comfortable.
Favorite weapon(e.g. staff, wand, sword,wits...): A short staff.
Hometown: Paris, France
Non-Elemental talent: Hearing, he can hear over great distances, even through thick walls. Able to hear things like this, he can pick out footsteps and is usually able to discern who is coming if he has already met them once.
History: While his father's home country had always been France, his mother Amanda came from America as a foreigner and they fell in love. His grandfather owned some kind of big corporation and was to make his father Louis his heir, but refused to acknowledge Amanda as his wife. Louis left and eloped with Amanda, saving up enough to open a small bakery on the outskirts of downtown.
Pierre grew up in a place full of love and care. He was always interested in helping out with the bakery... as long as he got an extra sample too. It was only later that everyone found out Amanda was an air elemental, the woman that was gentle... yet was always looking off in the distance. Pierre's mother stepped aside and told him about how she was the only air user of her family and she had grown up all the way in Oregon of the United States. But... for some reason Pierre himself had all the qualifications of being an air elemental, but couldn't summon it.
The boy was invited up to the academy and started as a first year. There he was made to do summoning classing everyday. He wasn't exactly a protege when it came to using his powers. Somedays he just couldn't summon air at all and others he couldn't stop it from causing destruction everywhere. After a year's worth of practicing. He was able to contain it to a small dosage, but this left him behind the class in power.
Unlike the other people of his elemental, Pierre loves people and never seems to mind his own business. He can get really homesick sometimes, but the boy is always trying to fill up his time with fun. |
1,621 | 36 | 4 | 565 | 508 | Another day, another nerve wracking year at the academy. This was marked as Lunaria's 4th year here at the academy, despite her abilities as a time elementalist, she never really had an easy time here. Though that may be due to her not exactly being a very social person. "This year... This year... I have to branch out... At least a little bit..." Of course she's said that for the past three years, but this time it'll be different for sure. Classes had yet to start, so Lunaria took the time to relax a bit, maybe memorize a few spells from her grimoire. | Name: Lunaria "Luna" Carr
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Year: 4th
Element: Time
Parents: Mason and Jennifer Carr
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 117 lbs
Lunaria was born on the night of a lovely crescent moon in late November, hence her unique name. She was rather reserved in her early years, preferring to talk only with her family members and no one else. She is also rather slow moving despite her athletic physique, which lead to her being late to a number of things, such as school, family meetings, etc. However, when she was eight years old, she discovered her ability to manipulate time, a trait that her father passed down to her.
After the discovery of her powers, it almost seemed like she was in two places at once, moving from one spot to another in a matter of mere seconds. Lunaria could be as lazy and slow as she wanted, as time was literally on her side. Anytime she wanted some peace to nap or doodle in her notebook, she would pause time to do it. It wasn't long until the Academy noticed her manipulation of time and invited her to stay and learn there.
Lunaria is in her 4th year now, a combination of good rest and talent allowed her to come this far and she isn't stopping anytime soon. She's never late for class and is always the first one or at least one of the first to arrive in class. Everything is going well for her so far, the only thing that would make it better would be a boyfriend, or some manner of friend, someone Lunaria could actually have a chat with.
Typical Dress: Lunaria has a habit of wearing shirts that have sleeves that cover the entirety of her arms and hands, particularly her lavender sweater, which has a stiched together right sleeve that at least goes past her hand by a few inches. She mostly wears shorts along with her shirts and also carries around a small, brown satchel that's filled with odds and ends.
Favorite Weapon: Lunaria carries around a black grimoire, a gift from her father, wherever she goes. This grimoire is filled with an assortment of illusory spells that Lunaria can use to confuse and disorient those she casts them on. The book has a store of magic in it that recharges over time, so Lunaria can't simply spam spells whenever she wants.
Hometown: North Dakota, US
Non-Elemental Talent: Lunaria has a knack for seeing the unseen, meaning that she is able to tell the difference between a real wall/door and an illusory one. |
1,622 | 36 | 5 | 103 | 205 | Orithius Pethris Wyrmwood
Orithius stepped over the threshold leading out of his room, and was suddenly in the middle of a throng of students, flooding around him like a parting river through the gates that were flung wide open. The school wards did not allow him to enter it directly through teleportation - which he supposed was reasonable. Twisting his neck until he heard a satisfying crack, he rolled his shoulders, raised his chin - and walked forwards confidently. Noting the younger students meandering about in front of the buildings, he rose one brow and the left corner of his mouth turned down in frown. He took a deep breath, before making his way into the building.
Peering around he saw a few familiar faces, people he had noted from the back of the class which he had haunted for the last few years. He noted a blond - Rosylin or something - who had been in some of his classes. He recalled his social skills training, and the advice of his tutors. "glance, gauge, grin, engage..." He whispered to himself, his lips barely moving as he walked towards her with a practised comfort, his cane clicking against the marble floor, raising a brow in enquiry when he finally reached her. He offered a small, polite grin.
"Rosylin? or something with an 'R' - Right? Six years and we've yet to actually be acquainted formally. Orithius Pethris Wyrmwood - Charmed." He looked over to where the other students were still resembling a boiling pot of confusion, anticipation and angst. "I swear - there seems to be more of them every year..." He tipped his chin in the direction of the children, before looking back at her and offering the same practised grin. | Name: Orithius Pethris Wyrmwood
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Year: 6th
Element: Earth
Parents: Lord Corpherius Wyrmwood and Lady Pehtra Wyrmwood
Appearance: Orithius is the epitome of the lanky teenager - thin and tall - standing at just over six feet even at this young age. He carries himself with grace and poise however - behaviors that have been drilled into him from a young age. His skin is pale - a product of his rather academic and sedentary life - leading to him rarely leaving the house. His eyes are a rare golden color - associated with his family. He has mid-back length pitch black straight hair that is kept well brushed and maintained to a nearly insane level of perfection. He also has a few tattoos on the underside of his forearms - which he keeps out of sight of other people.
Typical dress: He tends to wear pitch black, custom three piece suits - with a black shirt, and black silk tie. He also wears his custom black oxfords - that are always polished to a reflective shine. The only things that he wears which go against traditional wear, are a pair of earrings - hanging on two black links are two symbols carved out of polished obsidian which look like exaggerated commas, with a hole through the middle. (think less creepy young Orochimaru…) - He also walks around with a cane with a Rapier hidden in the piano-black finished wooden exterior.
Favorite weapon: The cane that he walks around with has a long thin sword hidden inside - the black blade has many sigils carved in, which he can use for many different things such as summoning the sword to him, making it extend or shorten, etc. Because of his earth style, he can manipulate the metal of the sword to move and bend - making it even more dangerous in battle - as in, blocking a staff with the blade, then having it coil around the staff and allowing him to try and rip it from the hands of the other.
Hometown: Originally from Britain, Orithius was moved to the family’s Swiss residence - hidden within the great mountains of the Northern Alps. The monolithic structure is wedged in a ravine that requires magic to reach - and is made of glass, marble and metal. He travelled to Zurich every morning for his Formal Pre-Schooling and came back in the late afternoons via Teleportation.
Non-Elemental talent: Seals that he can place on things, either bringing the item to him or transport himself to it. His family is also known for their manipulation of metal and other unusual forms of earth - like onyx and other forms of marble.
History: Orithius Pethris Wyrmwood was born two days before Valentines - much to the dismay of his mother who had wanted a Valentines baby. His father - Lord Corpherius Wyrmwood seemed to be happy with the resulting child nonetheless - and affirmed his affections and support for the young Orithius through the Large and ever closed metal doors of his office. His mother too, after a few months of doting care - became rather bored with the prospect of raising a child - and sent him off to the Swiss residence.
Here he was cared for by his myriad of servants and tutors. His parents made sure that he would not become too bound to his caretakers by constantly supplementing and replacing the staff. He never knew any person for more than three months - for the first six years of his life.
This caused him to become very quiet and slightly resentful of the people who he read about in his books. When he started his formal training - he met his first real long term mentor. The man and his wife constantly bickered, even while in his presence - and the resulting irritation led Orithius to decide that people were mostly only useful insofar they can provide you with expertise or guidance - and that beyond that they were merely irritants to be ignored.
By the time he was 11 he had read and understood most of what he would need for school - but when presented with the children and the noise, became flustered and overwhelmed. His parents - who seemed completely unsure about how to go about dealing with the situation. They strong armed the school into letting him attend the classes, and teleport back home after class. Over the next few years he barely spoke to any of the students beyond giving them the notes they needed for group work. His work was always perfectly done and on time.
Over the last year his father had been insisting that he become more involved in the family business - and thus he would need to develop some social skills. While he already thought his father a moron - Orithius has agreed to go to social classes and try and be more social at school. This year would be the first year that he actually tried to interact and would not be allowed to come and go as he pleases. |
1,623 | 36 | 6 | 1,237 | 509 | Rosalie Von Kruger
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As Rosalie stands to wait for classes to open up, she is approached by a young man whom she recognizes is in the same year as her.
She held back a smile as he messed up her name and introduced himself. Though she already knew who he was, the girls at the academy tend to always talk about the boys in our grade, Orithius was no exception. Though she hardly participated in such talks, there were always a few that stood out from the rest.
Orithius notes the mass amounts of nervous packs of children and Rosalie can't help but giggle.
"It's Rosalie by the way, and I know of you. Despite your kept distance and overall quietness, the girls still talk."
She gives him a small smile before continuing on.
"I remember when we were all like that though, small and afraid of the unknown which lay past those doors."
She reminisces in the memories of her first year here.
Bells rung and the doors open to let students into the building.
They both stand at a still while students rush past them eager to start the day.
"What's your first period? Perhaps we can walk there together."
She inquires towards Orithius. | Name: Rosalie Von Kruger
(Her real last name is Seltzer)
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Year: 6th
Element: Water
Parents: Viktor Von Kruger and Adelina Seltzer
Typical dress: Rosa loves light, pastel colors. She typically wears outfits deemed business casual, such as skirts and blouses.
Favorite weapon: Long sword inherited from the Von Kruger family
Hometown: Frankfurt, Germany
Non-Elemental talent (e.g. healing, lie detecting...): The ability to negotiate and interrogate, being able to see weaknesses in other’s arguments/know what they want.
Background: Born from an affair between a prestigious governor and his mistress, from day one she and her mother was hidden from the world, an embarrassment to the family. However, instead of having herself being defined by a scandal she set out to prove her worth in the world. It was at the age of 8 which Rosa started displaying talents in the water element and academics. She was then forced to adopt the name Von Kruger as they used her to improve their family reputation. For the next 3 years until the invitation from the Academy came in, she was showcased as the gem of Von Kruger living a lie in which only a few know of her true identity.
Since coming to the academy Rosa worked hard to separate her from the Seltzer name, believing that it is her duty to uphold the Von Kruger name. She refined herself as a respectable student and peer, even sometimes acting as a guardian to younger students (when the need arises). She can be condescending, however, to students of other elements believing water to be the most prominent element. This, however, does not stop Rosa from having respect to other strong elemental users even befriending some of them. |
1,624 | 36 | 7 | 198 | 332 | Tijd Mágos
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Tjid shook her head. A boy who seemed about her age was jangling with nerves. She could tell, because that came with the territory of being a Healer. "Don't fall down any stairs today," she whispered in a voice she was pretty sure he could hear. She kept on walking. Tijd herself was nervous, and she normally loved school. 'Remember,' said a little voice in her head, 'You'll know some from conventions-maybe.' The little voice was not helping her nerves. Because her parents were fairly rich, she never interacted with other children. She had a private tutor instead of a schoolteacher. One of her lessons was public interactions. 'Look down on all. See nothing, but notice all. Hear nothing, but listen to everything. Smile and nod politely. If you must introduce yourself, keep calm. People do not enjoy when you talk too much. Notice, calculate, smile politely, talk. I am the best pupil of my age and status in practically all of England. I will do fine.' This ran through Tijd's head as she noted all the people. | Name:Tijd Mágos
Age:11
Gender:Female
Year:1
Element:Water
Parents:Lord Usyit Mágos and Lady Jana Mágos
Backstory: Tijd's parents are not magical. They do not control the Elements. Though her last name means 'magician' , Tijd is ts the first in many generations of her family to actually be a magician. Her parents mostly support her, although they do not appreaciate the fact that Tijd is practically socailly impaired, due to the fact that she spens constantly has her nose in a book, and would rather be reading or studying than parying or hanging out with people.Tijd's parents never spend time with her, so they can't really complain. Her biggest pet peeve is people. Just people.
Appearence: Tijd has wavy blonde hair, and blue eyes that often turn grey when she is mad. She has a slim build, and is a fast runner.Tjid is about 4' 9".
Typical dress:Tjid always wears black. She always wears dresses. Although she controls water, she swims as fast as she runs, and doesn't really care what she is doing, as long as she does it the best.
Favorite weapon(e.g. staff, wand, sword, wits...): Staff, but she also loves telling people how wrong they are. If she does not have a staff at hand, her words work just as well.
Hometown: Dover, England
Non-Elemental talent (e.g. healing, lie detecting...): Healing. Some say that she is a better healer than Water mage. |
1,625 | 36 | 8 | 1,727 | 876 | Xiao Lin
Lin stiffly and briskly walked through the gates, carrying with him a demeanor that was devoid and difficult to interpret. He didn't look nervous, neither did he appear confident. More... resigned was probably the best word, as if he were a prisoner who'd only recently come to terms with his sentence.
The tiny, frail looking eleven year old glanced around. This school was as white as an albino polar bear. Quite literally every kid in sight was Caucasian, and most of them dressed in a way that indicated that they were at least middle class. Himself being a financially struggling Chinese immigrant, he was already picturing that it would be difficult to fit in here.
Lin leaned against the wall and crossed his arms over his chest, as if trying to blend into the woodwork and disappear. He wasn't exactly sure what to do now. Classes hadn't begun yet, and most students were just socializing. Socializing was never Lin's forte, to say the least. Which isn't to say that Lin was shy, but he rarely had anything in common with his new European peer group. That might have something to do with his unwillingness to accept them, but usually they were just as hesitant and distant with him. | Name: Xiao Lin (His name is Chinese, so his given name is Lin and his surname is Xiao)
Age: 11
Year: 1st
Element: Air
Parents: Xiao Tai (Father) Xiao Yun (Mother, deceased)
Appearance:
Typical dress: Casual. Jeans and t-shirts, occasionally a jacket. Notably, he hates wearing shoes and will often go without them.
Favorite weapon: Prefers not to use violence, but he carries a switchblade.
Hometown: Shanghai, China
Non-Elemental talent: Lin is good with languages. He can speak English, French and Italian on top of his native Mandarin, and knows sign language as well |
1,626 | 36 | 9 | 1,159 | 3,531 | Amelia Averyonna
(however wishes to)
Amelia let out a big yawn as she finally woke up. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she looked around her room... HER room. It was still hard to believe she had a small space in the big world to call her own. Even after a month of having it, she still found it hard to believe she really lived here. The entire thing felt like some sort of dream to her.
Getting out of bed, she grabbed a quick shower before selecting her outfit for the day from the several that had been supplied to her. She went with a light blue t-shirt and a pair of jean short that reached a bit past her knees before going with a simple pair of sandals for her footwear. She quickly took care of her hair, brushing it so it was nice and straight, before gathering up her things and heading out.
It wasn't long before she arrived where the other students were gathering. She carefully examined the mob before finding a place she could be at least a bit isolated from the rest. After finding her little island, she uncapped the bottle of water she at her side and began practicing using her powers on it's contents. She had only learned of her powers recently and was getting in as much practice as she could whenever she could get it. Practice included taking as much water as she could control and forming it into letters and/or words as she saw fit. | Name:
Amelia Alison Averyonna
Age:
11
Gender:
Female
Year:
1st
Element:
Water
Parents:
Unknown
Appearence:
Typical dress:
Amelia will typically wear whatever cloths to academy has provided her without complaint, though she has a preference for t-shirts and jeans, as she hates how exposed skirts make her feel. She often has a bottle of water at her side, to use as a means of communication and wears little to nothing as in the form of accessories. She also doesn't wear make-up, letting her natural beauty shine.
Favorite weapon(e.g. staff, wand, sword,wits...):
Not a fan of combat, Amelia will rely on her wits and her powers if forced in a combat scenario.
Hometown:
Allentown, PA
Non-Elemental talent (e.g. healing, lie detecting...):
Amelia has an abnormally high amount of luck, surviving on the streets for most of her life without having to resort to drastic measures and despite having poor health.
Amelia also has a keen sense of hearing, picking up on sounds most others might miss.
Background
Amelia was born with the worst hand life could throw at her. She was a born mute, had a weak immune system, and was put into foster care before she could even have any memories of her parents. She was moved from home to home through much of her infancy, the foster parents unable to support her constant health needs, as it seemed as soon as she got over one illness, she would get struck with another.
Eventually, while still only five years old, the girl ran away from her latest foster home and into the streets. She was tired of feeling unwanted and tired of changing homes several times a year. So, she decided to just get away from it all and if she was to die alone, so be it. She would've died alone and unwanted anyway.
While on the streets, the young girl managed to survive through luck and wits, getting out of tough situations. She learned to accept local charity, taking cloths and food when they were provided, and resorting to scavenging when they weren't. Her health never got better and would cripple her from time to time, but she became skilled at holing herself up and staying out of everyone way until she got better.
Her life finally took a turn for the better only recently. Sleeping in one of her usually allies and hidden behind a pile of random garbage, she was awaken by the sudden appearance of a bright light. Curious, she cautiously peaked over the items surrounding her and was shocked by what she saw before her. A portal of pure energy, with a woman standing in front of it, looking around the ally, as if searching for something. Amelia slowly hide behind her protection, sure she was imagining things, when she heard the woman approach her. Looking up, she saw the woman looking down at her, a kind, almost pitying smile on her face.
The woman explained her purpose was to find and take Amelia to a school for special children, with the power to manipulate some of the elements that made up the world. Amelia, ever the cautious one by this point, was unwilling to go until she has some proof. It took an entire two hours of miscommunication, talking, and pondering, along with a small demonstration of the woman's ability to manipulate earth, to convince Amelia to come along.
Now, perhaps she could finally find a home and a place to stay, if at least for a little while. |
1,627 | 36 | 10 | 103 | 205 | Orithius Pethris Wyrmwood
Orithius's eyes rose to the ceiling for a moment, as he tried to recall his schedule - before he looked down at her again, his smile not fading. "A Rosalie - Rose, either way - I hear sweetest smells tend to cloy nonetheless - like a frightened child at it's mother..." wait - that was not the quote? Right? Dammit. How did other people manage to be so charming without any effort. He had read Shakespeare too long ago, and with the stress of all of these people around him he could not even recall the most famous lines. He felt a frown grow on his face, and struggled to suppress it. "Um... I think I share the first class with you. Defense right? The one you barely pass?" Shit. Don't point out flaws in other people! "I meant - you have been struggling with it, perhaps I can help?" That is better. He closed his eyes - he could feel a small blush of frustration start to work its way up his neck. He looked away from her and scanned the crowd. This was going to be harder than he thought. "If you want - mind you." He spoke again, not looking at her, and feeling the shame of not being able to even do such a basic thing as speak to a peer effectively - reaching his ears and cheeks, turning them slightly pink as well. | Name: Orithius Pethris Wyrmwood
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Year: 6th
Element: Earth
Parents: Lord Corpherius Wyrmwood and Lady Pehtra Wyrmwood
Appearance: Orithius is the epitome of the lanky teenager - thin and tall - standing at just over six feet even at this young age. He carries himself with grace and poise however - behaviors that have been drilled into him from a young age. His skin is pale - a product of his rather academic and sedentary life - leading to him rarely leaving the house. His eyes are a rare golden color - associated with his family. He has mid-back length pitch black straight hair that is kept well brushed and maintained to a nearly insane level of perfection. He also has a few tattoos on the underside of his forearms - which he keeps out of sight of other people.
Typical dress: He tends to wear pitch black, custom three piece suits - with a black shirt, and black silk tie. He also wears his custom black oxfords - that are always polished to a reflective shine. The only things that he wears which go against traditional wear, are a pair of earrings - hanging on two black links are two symbols carved out of polished obsidian which look like exaggerated commas, with a hole through the middle. (think less creepy young Orochimaru…) - He also walks around with a cane with a Rapier hidden in the piano-black finished wooden exterior.
Favorite weapon: The cane that he walks around with has a long thin sword hidden inside - the black blade has many sigils carved in, which he can use for many different things such as summoning the sword to him, making it extend or shorten, etc. Because of his earth style, he can manipulate the metal of the sword to move and bend - making it even more dangerous in battle - as in, blocking a staff with the blade, then having it coil around the staff and allowing him to try and rip it from the hands of the other.
Hometown: Originally from Britain, Orithius was moved to the family’s Swiss residence - hidden within the great mountains of the Northern Alps. The monolithic structure is wedged in a ravine that requires magic to reach - and is made of glass, marble and metal. He travelled to Zurich every morning for his Formal Pre-Schooling and came back in the late afternoons via Teleportation.
Non-Elemental talent: Seals that he can place on things, either bringing the item to him or transport himself to it. His family is also known for their manipulation of metal and other unusual forms of earth - like onyx and other forms of marble.
History: Orithius Pethris Wyrmwood was born two days before Valentines - much to the dismay of his mother who had wanted a Valentines baby. His father - Lord Corpherius Wyrmwood seemed to be happy with the resulting child nonetheless - and affirmed his affections and support for the young Orithius through the Large and ever closed metal doors of his office. His mother too, after a few months of doting care - became rather bored with the prospect of raising a child - and sent him off to the Swiss residence.
Here he was cared for by his myriad of servants and tutors. His parents made sure that he would not become too bound to his caretakers by constantly supplementing and replacing the staff. He never knew any person for more than three months - for the first six years of his life.
This caused him to become very quiet and slightly resentful of the people who he read about in his books. When he started his formal training - he met his first real long term mentor. The man and his wife constantly bickered, even while in his presence - and the resulting irritation led Orithius to decide that people were mostly only useful insofar they can provide you with expertise or guidance - and that beyond that they were merely irritants to be ignored.
By the time he was 11 he had read and understood most of what he would need for school - but when presented with the children and the noise, became flustered and overwhelmed. His parents - who seemed completely unsure about how to go about dealing with the situation. They strong armed the school into letting him attend the classes, and teleport back home after class. Over the next few years he barely spoke to any of the students beyond giving them the notes they needed for group work. His work was always perfectly done and on time.
Over the last year his father had been insisting that he become more involved in the family business - and thus he would need to develop some social skills. While he already thought his father a moron - Orithius has agreed to go to social classes and try and be more social at school. This year would be the first year that he actually tried to interact and would not be allowed to come and go as he pleases. |
1,628 | 36 | 11 | 1,727 | 876 | Xiao Lin
Continuing to silently observe his new classmates, Lin twisted a strand of his black hair, letting a look of boredom cross his face. Just watching everyone else get to know each other made him feel excessively isolated. Sick of hanging out in the woodwork like a moody teenager (which he was most certainly not, being only eleven years old), he walked up to the only other person he saw sitting alone: a girl about his age, blonde hair and blue eyes (like everyone here, it seemed), dressed casually although it was clear that her clothes were newer than Lin's.
He wasn't really sure what language he should speak to introduce himself. He knew several, and seeing as this was a European school and she was a blonde White girl, it was likely she was from somewhere in the area. He hoped she spoke French or Italian. English, though he understood some, wasn't really his area of expertise. Though, considering Lin's general bad luck, she probably spoke Finnish or Russian or something else he didn't know.
Not wanting to make assumptions, he sat down and waved silently, hoping she'd take the initiative and speak first. That would likely tell him all he needed to know to start a conversation. | Name: Xiao Lin (His name is Chinese, so his given name is Lin and his surname is Xiao)
Age: 11
Year: 1st
Element: Air
Parents: Xiao Tai (Father) Xiao Yun (Mother, deceased)
Appearance:
Typical dress: Casual. Jeans and t-shirts, occasionally a jacket. Notably, he hates wearing shoes and will often go without them.
Favorite weapon: Prefers not to use violence, but he carries a switchblade.
Hometown: Shanghai, China
Non-Elemental talent: Lin is good with languages. He can speak English, French and Italian on top of his native Mandarin, and knows sign language as well |
1,629 | 36 | 12 | 1,237 | 509 | Rosalie Von Kruger
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Rosalie notices that Orithius is stumbling over his words and realizes that this is indeed his first year that he is actually interacting with another student socially. Instead of getting offended she gives him a smile "I know what you mean, you don't have to be embarrassed talking to me." When he offers her to help her in Magical Defense, she couldn't say no, after all, he seemed flustered just talking to her.
"This is your first time talking to another student other than group work right? How about I help you socially interact with people here and you help me pass this class deal?" Rosalie's face beams up, holding out her hand for him to shake. The friends that she made here are the friendly and interactive kind. They would be perfect in giving the environment Orithius would need to improve on his social skills.
The crowd outside begin empty out as students go on to fill up the classrooms.
"We should get going, won't want to be late no?" | Name: Rosalie Von Kruger
(Her real last name is Seltzer)
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Year: 6th
Element: Water
Parents: Viktor Von Kruger and Adelina Seltzer
Typical dress: Rosa loves light, pastel colors. She typically wears outfits deemed business casual, such as skirts and blouses.
Favorite weapon: Long sword inherited from the Von Kruger family
Hometown: Frankfurt, Germany
Non-Elemental talent (e.g. healing, lie detecting...): The ability to negotiate and interrogate, being able to see weaknesses in other’s arguments/know what they want.
Background: Born from an affair between a prestigious governor and his mistress, from day one she and her mother was hidden from the world, an embarrassment to the family. However, instead of having herself being defined by a scandal she set out to prove her worth in the world. It was at the age of 8 which Rosa started displaying talents in the water element and academics. She was then forced to adopt the name Von Kruger as they used her to improve their family reputation. For the next 3 years until the invitation from the Academy came in, she was showcased as the gem of Von Kruger living a lie in which only a few know of her true identity.
Since coming to the academy Rosa worked hard to separate her from the Seltzer name, believing that it is her duty to uphold the Von Kruger name. She refined herself as a respectable student and peer, even sometimes acting as a guardian to younger students (when the need arises). She can be condescending, however, to students of other elements believing water to be the most prominent element. This, however, does not stop Rosa from having respect to other strong elemental users even befriending some of them. |
1,630 | 36 | 13 | 66 | 1,312 | Pierre Roux
Someone had passed the air user and spoken so quietly only he could hear it. Falling down the stair...? That was a bit rude now, wasn't it? Had Pierre been mistaken as a first year already? Although the boy was still a bit short for his age where voices were supposed to change and facial hair was supposed to grow in, he didn't want to be seen as someone who was helpless! Don't worry about not having powers today, just say that one of the professors said told him not to use his powers unless it was an emergency, that was it!
Pierre almost ran after her, his quick steps nimble because he was always aware how loud they could be with his special ability. Plus, running loudly basically hurt his ears... a lot. He finally caught up with the blonde haired first year and put a hand on her shoulder. Even if his feet could do the job, his breathing didn't have as much endurance, "Isn't... that rather... rude to say to your upperclassman?" In truth, it was rather rude for Pierre to just guess that the girl was a new student. Sure, he hadn't seen her before but... If he was wrong, this would make the whole conversation even more embarrassing.
Afraid he was actually going to scare the girl, after taking a few deep breaths he stood up straight and patted the shoulder he was touching, "Sorry for the scolding... Hi! I'm Pierre Roux, a second-year air elemental! You're new to the school, right? If you have any question, just let your dear old upperclassman know!" | Name: Pierre Roux
Gender: Male
Age: 13
Year: 2
Element: Air
Parents: Louis and Amanda Roux
Appearance: Louis has voluminous straberry blonde hair that reaches the nape of his neck. The boy himself never styles it, just lets the hair do its thing. He sports blue eyes that almost seem turquoise. Pierre is always on his feet and working in the family business gives him a little more strength than the average boy his age.
Typical dress: Pierre loves to wear white or red. He usually wears either a v-neck t-shirt and khakis or some kind of hoodie. He doesn't feel like his extremely casual outfits fit in with the rest... but it's the most comfortable.
Favorite weapon(e.g. staff, wand, sword,wits...): A short staff.
Hometown: Paris, France
Non-Elemental talent: Hearing, he can hear over great distances, even through thick walls. Able to hear things like this, he can pick out footsteps and is usually able to discern who is coming if he has already met them once.
History: While his father's home country had always been France, his mother Amanda came from America as a foreigner and they fell in love. His grandfather owned some kind of big corporation and was to make his father Louis his heir, but refused to acknowledge Amanda as his wife. Louis left and eloped with Amanda, saving up enough to open a small bakery on the outskirts of downtown.
Pierre grew up in a place full of love and care. He was always interested in helping out with the bakery... as long as he got an extra sample too. It was only later that everyone found out Amanda was an air elemental, the woman that was gentle... yet was always looking off in the distance. Pierre's mother stepped aside and told him about how she was the only air user of her family and she had grown up all the way in Oregon of the United States. But... for some reason Pierre himself had all the qualifications of being an air elemental, but couldn't summon it.
The boy was invited up to the academy and started as a first year. There he was made to do summoning classing everyday. He wasn't exactly a protege when it came to using his powers. Somedays he just couldn't summon air at all and others he couldn't stop it from causing destruction everywhere. After a year's worth of practicing. He was able to contain it to a small dosage, but this left him behind the class in power.
Unlike the other people of his elemental, Pierre loves people and never seems to mind his own business. He can get really homesick sometimes, but the boy is always trying to fill up his time with fun. |
1,631 | 36 | 14 | 198 | 332 | Tijd Mágos(open to interation)
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"I need no help," Tijd scoffed at the second-year behind her. "And besides, even if I did need it, why should I ask you?" She stalked off. "That was rather rude," she thought. Tijd had butterflies in her stomach. Her heart was beating super fast. Taking deep breaths, Tijd slowly rose to her full hight. She had been slouching a bit. Summoning a little water, she fixed her hair, which had gotten a little frizzy. She ran inside and found her room as fast as she could. She lay on her bed, and in a few moments, had passed out from dehydration and nerves. | Name:Tijd Mágos
Age:11
Gender:Female
Year:1
Element:Water
Parents:Lord Usyit Mágos and Lady Jana Mágos
Backstory: Tijd's parents are not magical. They do not control the Elements. Though her last name means 'magician' , Tijd is ts the first in many generations of her family to actually be a magician. Her parents mostly support her, although they do not appreaciate the fact that Tijd is practically socailly impaired, due to the fact that she spens constantly has her nose in a book, and would rather be reading or studying than parying or hanging out with people.Tijd's parents never spend time with her, so they can't really complain. Her biggest pet peeve is people. Just people.
Appearence: Tijd has wavy blonde hair, and blue eyes that often turn grey when she is mad. She has a slim build, and is a fast runner.Tjid is about 4' 9".
Typical dress:Tjid always wears black. She always wears dresses. Although she controls water, she swims as fast as she runs, and doesn't really care what she is doing, as long as she does it the best.
Favorite weapon(e.g. staff, wand, sword, wits...): Staff, but she also loves telling people how wrong they are. If she does not have a staff at hand, her words work just as well.
Hometown: Dover, England
Non-Elemental talent (e.g. healing, lie detecting...): Healing. Some say that she is a better healer than Water mage. |
1,632 | 36 | 15 | 103 | 205 | Orithius Pethris Wyrmwood
Orithius turned back to her. She seemed far to aware of his mental state. He could however feel the blush recede as his mind calmed as well. He shook her hand. While normally uncanny perceptiveness would be a dangerous aspect to have within a resource, her connections would come in handy when actually establishing the social framework he had intended to start this year. She could be a valuable asset then. "Perfect. I will have my lawyers pull up a standard service exchange contract." He smiled at her, before he started walking towards the direction he knew their class would be, walking slowly to allow her to keep up. "Naturally there will be a nondisclosure clause for the more delicate subtitles you will have to be made aware of, but I am sure we can facilitate a friendship. Normally I spend between four to six hours at my tutors in the week, but I am sure we can arrange for a bi-weekly get together to develop this friendship - on the top of my head, I think Saturday afternoons should do. Have your assistant send your schedule to mine, and we can work from there." He seemed to be in his own world, speaking candidly as he made plans for their impending friendship - looking over at her only now and then to make sure she was still following, while they made their way deeper into the building. | Name: Orithius Pethris Wyrmwood
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Year: 6th
Element: Earth
Parents: Lord Corpherius Wyrmwood and Lady Pehtra Wyrmwood
Appearance: Orithius is the epitome of the lanky teenager - thin and tall - standing at just over six feet even at this young age. He carries himself with grace and poise however - behaviors that have been drilled into him from a young age. His skin is pale - a product of his rather academic and sedentary life - leading to him rarely leaving the house. His eyes are a rare golden color - associated with his family. He has mid-back length pitch black straight hair that is kept well brushed and maintained to a nearly insane level of perfection. He also has a few tattoos on the underside of his forearms - which he keeps out of sight of other people.
Typical dress: He tends to wear pitch black, custom three piece suits - with a black shirt, and black silk tie. He also wears his custom black oxfords - that are always polished to a reflective shine. The only things that he wears which go against traditional wear, are a pair of earrings - hanging on two black links are two symbols carved out of polished obsidian which look like exaggerated commas, with a hole through the middle. (think less creepy young Orochimaru…) - He also walks around with a cane with a Rapier hidden in the piano-black finished wooden exterior.
Favorite weapon: The cane that he walks around with has a long thin sword hidden inside - the black blade has many sigils carved in, which he can use for many different things such as summoning the sword to him, making it extend or shorten, etc. Because of his earth style, he can manipulate the metal of the sword to move and bend - making it even more dangerous in battle - as in, blocking a staff with the blade, then having it coil around the staff and allowing him to try and rip it from the hands of the other.
Hometown: Originally from Britain, Orithius was moved to the family’s Swiss residence - hidden within the great mountains of the Northern Alps. The monolithic structure is wedged in a ravine that requires magic to reach - and is made of glass, marble and metal. He travelled to Zurich every morning for his Formal Pre-Schooling and came back in the late afternoons via Teleportation.
Non-Elemental talent: Seals that he can place on things, either bringing the item to him or transport himself to it. His family is also known for their manipulation of metal and other unusual forms of earth - like onyx and other forms of marble.
History: Orithius Pethris Wyrmwood was born two days before Valentines - much to the dismay of his mother who had wanted a Valentines baby. His father - Lord Corpherius Wyrmwood seemed to be happy with the resulting child nonetheless - and affirmed his affections and support for the young Orithius through the Large and ever closed metal doors of his office. His mother too, after a few months of doting care - became rather bored with the prospect of raising a child - and sent him off to the Swiss residence.
Here he was cared for by his myriad of servants and tutors. His parents made sure that he would not become too bound to his caretakers by constantly supplementing and replacing the staff. He never knew any person for more than three months - for the first six years of his life.
This caused him to become very quiet and slightly resentful of the people who he read about in his books. When he started his formal training - he met his first real long term mentor. The man and his wife constantly bickered, even while in his presence - and the resulting irritation led Orithius to decide that people were mostly only useful insofar they can provide you with expertise or guidance - and that beyond that they were merely irritants to be ignored.
By the time he was 11 he had read and understood most of what he would need for school - but when presented with the children and the noise, became flustered and overwhelmed. His parents - who seemed completely unsure about how to go about dealing with the situation. They strong armed the school into letting him attend the classes, and teleport back home after class. Over the next few years he barely spoke to any of the students beyond giving them the notes they needed for group work. His work was always perfectly done and on time.
Over the last year his father had been insisting that he become more involved in the family business - and thus he would need to develop some social skills. While he already thought his father a moron - Orithius has agreed to go to social classes and try and be more social at school. This year would be the first year that he actually tried to interact and would not be allowed to come and go as he pleases. |
1,633 | 36 | 16 | 565 | 508 | After a bit of reading up on her spells, Lunaria realized just how many students were gathering together. Some looked a little familiar as she has seen them here and there over the past few years, but she never really knew any of them. She put her grimoire under her arm and stood up from her seat. "Well... I said I would... Here goes nothing..." Lunaria approached a blonde girl who seemed to be controlling some water from a water bottle. "uhhhh.... H-hello... Its uh... Kinda crowded isn't it? M-my name is... Lunaria... B-but you can just call me Luna..." She put up a bit of a nervous smile as she spoke. | Name: Lunaria "Luna" Carr
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Year: 4th
Element: Time
Parents: Mason and Jennifer Carr
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 117 lbs
Lunaria was born on the night of a lovely crescent moon in late November, hence her unique name. She was rather reserved in her early years, preferring to talk only with her family members and no one else. She is also rather slow moving despite her athletic physique, which lead to her being late to a number of things, such as school, family meetings, etc. However, when she was eight years old, she discovered her ability to manipulate time, a trait that her father passed down to her.
After the discovery of her powers, it almost seemed like she was in two places at once, moving from one spot to another in a matter of mere seconds. Lunaria could be as lazy and slow as she wanted, as time was literally on her side. Anytime she wanted some peace to nap or doodle in her notebook, she would pause time to do it. It wasn't long until the Academy noticed her manipulation of time and invited her to stay and learn there.
Lunaria is in her 4th year now, a combination of good rest and talent allowed her to come this far and she isn't stopping anytime soon. She's never late for class and is always the first one or at least one of the first to arrive in class. Everything is going well for her so far, the only thing that would make it better would be a boyfriend, or some manner of friend, someone Lunaria could actually have a chat with.
Typical Dress: Lunaria has a habit of wearing shirts that have sleeves that cover the entirety of her arms and hands, particularly her lavender sweater, which has a stiched together right sleeve that at least goes past her hand by a few inches. She mostly wears shorts along with her shirts and also carries around a small, brown satchel that's filled with odds and ends.
Favorite Weapon: Lunaria carries around a black grimoire, a gift from her father, wherever she goes. This grimoire is filled with an assortment of illusory spells that Lunaria can use to confuse and disorient those she casts them on. The book has a store of magic in it that recharges over time, so Lunaria can't simply spam spells whenever she wants.
Hometown: North Dakota, US
Non-Elemental Talent: Lunaria has a knack for seeing the unseen, meaning that she is able to tell the difference between a real wall/door and an illusory one. |
1,634 | 36 | 17 | 1,727 | 876 | Xiao Lin
Another girl approached the table, and for some reason only addressed the girl who'd been sitting there first, completely ignoring Lin. In China, it was customary to greet everyone at the table if you joined a group instead of acting like one person didn't exist. Was this an Italian thing? Lin's mouth dropped open for a second, then he mouthed "无礼", slumping back into his seat. He didn't call out the dark haired girl on her rudeness, but it certainly bothered him quite a bit.
Translation: 无礼 - "rude" | Name: Xiao Lin (His name is Chinese, so his given name is Lin and his surname is Xiao)
Age: 11
Year: 1st
Element: Air
Parents: Xiao Tai (Father) Xiao Yun (Mother, deceased)
Appearance:
Typical dress: Casual. Jeans and t-shirts, occasionally a jacket. Notably, he hates wearing shoes and will often go without them.
Favorite weapon: Prefers not to use violence, but he carries a switchblade.
Hometown: Shanghai, China
Non-Elemental talent: Lin is good with languages. He can speak English, French and Italian on top of his native Mandarin, and knows sign language as well |
1,635 | 36 | 18 | 1,237 | 509 | Rosalie Von Kruger
Rosalie stares blankly at Orithius trying to process all the information he was giving her. When he looks back at her after finishing his statement she clears her throat.
"There's no need for formality or paperwork when it comes to friends you know?"
She starts tapping her chin with her finger thinking about how to explain friendship to the boy who seemed to have hardly any at the school.
"Okay let's start out with our first lesson to social interaction."
This was the perfect moment to burst into a musical number but this isn't that kind of setting there were far too many people around them for her to spit out rhymes.
"Okay here's an easy way to put it: Friendship and social interaction are like the elements. Talking and hanging out with friends should be carefree and without restrictions like air. Water can be unpredictable like conversations and actions, but you just have to go with the flow. Friendship involves warmth and the welcoming feeling that comes with it like fire. Like earth you must also keep a steady ground, knowing what you want out of the relationship or conversation is key. And finally time, finding the best person to be friends with is rare, but you just have to put in the time and effort to find that person."
Rosalie places her hand to her heart and smiles at Orithius
"What I'm trying to say is, don't be bound by what your books and tutors tell you. Let go and experience it for yourself."
They finally reach the room, class has not started yet but most of the class was already there. Rosalie gives Orithius a thumbs up before heading inside and finding some open desks near her friends. | Name: Rosalie Von Kruger
(Her real last name is Seltzer)
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Year: 6th
Element: Water
Parents: Viktor Von Kruger and Adelina Seltzer
Typical dress: Rosa loves light, pastel colors. She typically wears outfits deemed business casual, such as skirts and blouses.
Favorite weapon: Long sword inherited from the Von Kruger family
Hometown: Frankfurt, Germany
Non-Elemental talent (e.g. healing, lie detecting...): The ability to negotiate and interrogate, being able to see weaknesses in other’s arguments/know what they want.
Background: Born from an affair between a prestigious governor and his mistress, from day one she and her mother was hidden from the world, an embarrassment to the family. However, instead of having herself being defined by a scandal she set out to prove her worth in the world. It was at the age of 8 which Rosa started displaying talents in the water element and academics. She was then forced to adopt the name Von Kruger as they used her to improve their family reputation. For the next 3 years until the invitation from the Academy came in, she was showcased as the gem of Von Kruger living a lie in which only a few know of her true identity.
Since coming to the academy Rosa worked hard to separate her from the Seltzer name, believing that it is her duty to uphold the Von Kruger name. She refined herself as a respectable student and peer, even sometimes acting as a guardian to younger students (when the need arises). She can be condescending, however, to students of other elements believing water to be the most prominent element. This, however, does not stop Rosa from having respect to other strong elemental users even befriending some of them. |
1,636 | 36 | 19 | 1,159 | 3,531 | Amelia Averyonna
Amelia wasn't alone for very long, as soon she had not one, but two other people sitting at the same table as her. The first one to show up was a foreign looking boy (or, was she the foreign looking one? She didn't know.) who might've been around her age. He sat down near her but said nothing, so she wasn't sure what to do with him other then to let him be and continue practicing while keeping an eye on him.
The second one to show up was a girl who was definitely older then her, again with black hair but this time looking more like she lived in the same country as Amelia. This one actually decided to speak with her, though she didn't address the boy, which Amelia noted seemed to annoy him a bit. Deciding she would address each of them, she drew out the rest of the water from her bottle, which then floated over so it was between her two new companions. She focused on the water, manipulating it until it spelled out the message she wanted it to say, which she then as rotate slowly so that both of them could read it.
Hello. My name is Amelia. Nice to meet you. it said. She gave it a few seconds before shifting it to an arrow, which she had point to the boy before shifting into words again. What's your name? | Name:
Amelia Alison Averyonna
Age:
11
Gender:
Female
Year:
1st
Element:
Water
Parents:
Unknown
Appearence:
Typical dress:
Amelia will typically wear whatever cloths to academy has provided her without complaint, though she has a preference for t-shirts and jeans, as she hates how exposed skirts make her feel. She often has a bottle of water at her side, to use as a means of communication and wears little to nothing as in the form of accessories. She also doesn't wear make-up, letting her natural beauty shine.
Favorite weapon(e.g. staff, wand, sword,wits...):
Not a fan of combat, Amelia will rely on her wits and her powers if forced in a combat scenario.
Hometown:
Allentown, PA
Non-Elemental talent (e.g. healing, lie detecting...):
Amelia has an abnormally high amount of luck, surviving on the streets for most of her life without having to resort to drastic measures and despite having poor health.
Amelia also has a keen sense of hearing, picking up on sounds most others might miss.
Background
Amelia was born with the worst hand life could throw at her. She was a born mute, had a weak immune system, and was put into foster care before she could even have any memories of her parents. She was moved from home to home through much of her infancy, the foster parents unable to support her constant health needs, as it seemed as soon as she got over one illness, she would get struck with another.
Eventually, while still only five years old, the girl ran away from her latest foster home and into the streets. She was tired of feeling unwanted and tired of changing homes several times a year. So, she decided to just get away from it all and if she was to die alone, so be it. She would've died alone and unwanted anyway.
While on the streets, the young girl managed to survive through luck and wits, getting out of tough situations. She learned to accept local charity, taking cloths and food when they were provided, and resorting to scavenging when they weren't. Her health never got better and would cripple her from time to time, but she became skilled at holing herself up and staying out of everyone way until she got better.
Her life finally took a turn for the better only recently. Sleeping in one of her usually allies and hidden behind a pile of random garbage, she was awaken by the sudden appearance of a bright light. Curious, she cautiously peaked over the items surrounding her and was shocked by what she saw before her. A portal of pure energy, with a woman standing in front of it, looking around the ally, as if searching for something. Amelia slowly hide behind her protection, sure she was imagining things, when she heard the woman approach her. Looking up, she saw the woman looking down at her, a kind, almost pitying smile on her face.
The woman explained her purpose was to find and take Amelia to a school for special children, with the power to manipulate some of the elements that made up the world. Amelia, ever the cautious one by this point, was unwilling to go until she has some proof. It took an entire two hours of miscommunication, talking, and pondering, along with a small demonstration of the woman's ability to manipulate earth, to convince Amelia to come along.
Now, perhaps she could finally find a home and a place to stay, if at least for a little while. |
1,637 | 36 | 20 | 1,727 | 876 | Xiao Lin
"...Lin Xiao." Said Lin. He was more used to saying his surname before his given name, but for because he was surrounded by people of European descent, he switched it around for ease of understanding. "I hope Lin isn't too much of a mouthful." He said in accented English, with a hint of sarcasm, glaring sharply at the older girl who'd addressed herself as 'Lunaria'. He was still kind of ticked off about the girl's lack of manners. He was used to being overlooked, unacknowledged and pushed to the side, but never before had he been flat out ignored in favor of another stranger. Really, Lunaria had no excuse for speaking only to the blonde, and assuming that she spoke English. | Name: Xiao Lin (His name is Chinese, so his given name is Lin and his surname is Xiao)
Age: 11
Year: 1st
Element: Air
Parents: Xiao Tai (Father) Xiao Yun (Mother, deceased)
Appearance:
Typical dress: Casual. Jeans and t-shirts, occasionally a jacket. Notably, he hates wearing shoes and will often go without them.
Favorite weapon: Prefers not to use violence, but he carries a switchblade.
Hometown: Shanghai, China
Non-Elemental talent: Lin is good with languages. He can speak English, French and Italian on top of his native Mandarin, and knows sign language as well |
1,638 | 36 | 21 | 66 | 1,312 | Pierre Roux
So that was it then, no great new start to a senior and junior relationship that Pierre had dreamed about. The blonde boy slouched his shoulders, feeling a bit dismayed. This year would have a very disappointing start if he didn't do something else. Sure, the boy couldn't go around using his air, but he was still a second-year! And that came with some form of knowledge that the first years wouldn't have. Pierre peered around at the crowd, searching for a group to situate himself into.
There in a corner seemed to be a group of three first years. Mustering up some more courage, the boy moved towards them. One of them was using water to make letters, some kind of vocal handicap perhaps? The boy of the group was speaking in heavily accented English. Seeing as he may not have come from Europe meant Pierre could ask what it was like overseas! The boy loved asking about different cultures. The other girl looked a bit shy as well, but actually, she didn't look like a first year at all, maybe even a bit older than Pierre was!
Pierre hoped he could still snag the position of a helpful upperclassman, "Hello everyone! My name is Pierre Roux, and I'm a second year. If any of you need any help around these parts, I'll help out in any way I can!" He looked over at the boy, "Hi there Lin! Is this your first time in Italy?" He gave a quick smile to the two girls before turning to face Lin. | Name: Pierre Roux
Gender: Male
Age: 13
Year: 2
Element: Air
Parents: Louis and Amanda Roux
Appearance: Louis has voluminous straberry blonde hair that reaches the nape of his neck. The boy himself never styles it, just lets the hair do its thing. He sports blue eyes that almost seem turquoise. Pierre is always on his feet and working in the family business gives him a little more strength than the average boy his age.
Typical dress: Pierre loves to wear white or red. He usually wears either a v-neck t-shirt and khakis or some kind of hoodie. He doesn't feel like his extremely casual outfits fit in with the rest... but it's the most comfortable.
Favorite weapon(e.g. staff, wand, sword,wits...): A short staff.
Hometown: Paris, France
Non-Elemental talent: Hearing, he can hear over great distances, even through thick walls. Able to hear things like this, he can pick out footsteps and is usually able to discern who is coming if he has already met them once.
History: While his father's home country had always been France, his mother Amanda came from America as a foreigner and they fell in love. His grandfather owned some kind of big corporation and was to make his father Louis his heir, but refused to acknowledge Amanda as his wife. Louis left and eloped with Amanda, saving up enough to open a small bakery on the outskirts of downtown.
Pierre grew up in a place full of love and care. He was always interested in helping out with the bakery... as long as he got an extra sample too. It was only later that everyone found out Amanda was an air elemental, the woman that was gentle... yet was always looking off in the distance. Pierre's mother stepped aside and told him about how she was the only air user of her family and she had grown up all the way in Oregon of the United States. But... for some reason Pierre himself had all the qualifications of being an air elemental, but couldn't summon it.
The boy was invited up to the academy and started as a first year. There he was made to do summoning classing everyday. He wasn't exactly a protege when it came to using his powers. Somedays he just couldn't summon air at all and others he couldn't stop it from causing destruction everywhere. After a year's worth of practicing. He was able to contain it to a small dosage, but this left him behind the class in power.
Unlike the other people of his elemental, Pierre loves people and never seems to mind his own business. He can get really homesick sometimes, but the boy is always trying to fill up his time with fun. |
1,639 | 36 | 22 | 1,727 | 876 | Xiao Lin
A boy a bit older than Lin joined the group, and Lin was thankful that he took the time to address everyone unlike Lunaria. Lin nodded when he was asked if this was his first time in Italy. "I never had any reason to leave Shanghai before now." he explained, with a slight shrug. "I'm... how you say... still adjusting." The eleven year old bit his tongue to keep from saying that he was not terribly impressed with Europe so far and would go back to China in a heartbeat. He'd been kind of put in a sour mood after Lunaria's apparent lack of basic manners, but Lin wasn't about to take out his frustration on everyone else. He forced a smile which quickly faded, glancing down at the floor. | Name: Xiao Lin (His name is Chinese, so his given name is Lin and his surname is Xiao)
Age: 11
Year: 1st
Element: Air
Parents: Xiao Tai (Father) Xiao Yun (Mother, deceased)
Appearance:
Typical dress: Casual. Jeans and t-shirts, occasionally a jacket. Notably, he hates wearing shoes and will often go without them.
Favorite weapon: Prefers not to use violence, but he carries a switchblade.
Hometown: Shanghai, China
Non-Elemental talent: Lin is good with languages. He can speak English, French and Italian on top of his native Mandarin, and knows sign language as well |
1,640 | 36 | 23 | 565 | 508 | This turning into a nice little group introduction what with Amelia, who seemed to be communicating with water, Lin, who was more than likely not from here judging by his accent, and Pierre, a rather kind second year student, all introducing themselves. Lin explained that he came all the way from Shanghai, he must be having a difficult time adjusting, it also seemed like Lunaria had ticked him off in some way because he seemed to be glaring at her, what did she do? Was she rude in some way to him? Though, they were all sitting at the same table, and Lunaria just decided to acknowledge the first person she saw. Great, first day back and she's already made a bad impression.
"W-well... As I said.. You can just call me Luna... Sorry if I... Came off on the wrong way... I'm just... Ooohh..." Now she was just making things more awkward, she didn't know what to do, all except... "U-uhhh... Please excuse me..." Walk away. She proceeded to get up and leave the table, guess this year wasn't it. | Name: Lunaria "Luna" Carr
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Year: 4th
Element: Time
Parents: Mason and Jennifer Carr
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 117 lbs
Lunaria was born on the night of a lovely crescent moon in late November, hence her unique name. She was rather reserved in her early years, preferring to talk only with her family members and no one else. She is also rather slow moving despite her athletic physique, which lead to her being late to a number of things, such as school, family meetings, etc. However, when she was eight years old, she discovered her ability to manipulate time, a trait that her father passed down to her.
After the discovery of her powers, it almost seemed like she was in two places at once, moving from one spot to another in a matter of mere seconds. Lunaria could be as lazy and slow as she wanted, as time was literally on her side. Anytime she wanted some peace to nap or doodle in her notebook, she would pause time to do it. It wasn't long until the Academy noticed her manipulation of time and invited her to stay and learn there.
Lunaria is in her 4th year now, a combination of good rest and talent allowed her to come this far and she isn't stopping anytime soon. She's never late for class and is always the first one or at least one of the first to arrive in class. Everything is going well for her so far, the only thing that would make it better would be a boyfriend, or some manner of friend, someone Lunaria could actually have a chat with.
Typical Dress: Lunaria has a habit of wearing shirts that have sleeves that cover the entirety of her arms and hands, particularly her lavender sweater, which has a stiched together right sleeve that at least goes past her hand by a few inches. She mostly wears shorts along with her shirts and also carries around a small, brown satchel that's filled with odds and ends.
Favorite Weapon: Lunaria carries around a black grimoire, a gift from her father, wherever she goes. This grimoire is filled with an assortment of illusory spells that Lunaria can use to confuse and disorient those she casts them on. The book has a store of magic in it that recharges over time, so Lunaria can't simply spam spells whenever she wants.
Hometown: North Dakota, US
Non-Elemental Talent: Lunaria has a knack for seeing the unseen, meaning that she is able to tell the difference between a real wall/door and an illusory one. |
1,641 | 36 | 24 | 1,727 | 876 | Xiao Lin
Lunaria seemed to be leaving. Lin, who had already built a highly negative impression of the older girl, could hardly care less. Perhaps he was a bit touchy on the subject of being ignored, since after all his only living parent barely had time for him. Or perhaps he was just being needlessly judgmental based on the girl's seeming lack of basic etiquette. Lin remained silent, chewing on his lower lip as he stared down at the floor dejectedly. His feeble attempt to fit in with these kids didn't seem to be going too well. | Name: Xiao Lin (His name is Chinese, so his given name is Lin and his surname is Xiao)
Age: 11
Year: 1st
Element: Air
Parents: Xiao Tai (Father) Xiao Yun (Mother, deceased)
Appearance:
Typical dress: Casual. Jeans and t-shirts, occasionally a jacket. Notably, he hates wearing shoes and will often go without them.
Favorite weapon: Prefers not to use violence, but he carries a switchblade.
Hometown: Shanghai, China
Non-Elemental talent: Lin is good with languages. He can speak English, French and Italian on top of his native Mandarin, and knows sign language as well |
1,642 | 36 | 25 | 103 | 205 | Orithius Pethris Wyrmwood
Orithius peered at the others in the room. They seemed to be talking among themselves in a candid and forward manner that made him both uneasy and curious. The conversations seemed to lack direction, coming fast and dispersing just as fast. They would ask pointless questions that made little to no sense, or questions that seemed to have answers so obvious that they barely seemed worth the effort. He tried hard no to frown at them, nodding politely when she introduced him to the others. He took one of the seats she offered him, but made sure to take the one furthest from where the group had been bounding together. Listening absentmindedly, he tapped his fingers on the table- absentmindedly repeating the main movement of the Arabesque over and over, before he realized what he was doing. He placed his hand flat on the table and closed his eyes for a moment. He envisioned his favorite coffee mug at home, currently filled and being kept warm by the coffee machine. The next moment, a small sigil on the cup glowed, before it vanished and reappeared next to his flat palm on the desk. He picked up the steaming cup and peered at the others, keeping quiet as they prattled on. He closed his eyes and smiled slightly as he took a comforting sip. | Name: Orithius Pethris Wyrmwood
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Year: 6th
Element: Earth
Parents: Lord Corpherius Wyrmwood and Lady Pehtra Wyrmwood
Appearance: Orithius is the epitome of the lanky teenager - thin and tall - standing at just over six feet even at this young age. He carries himself with grace and poise however - behaviors that have been drilled into him from a young age. His skin is pale - a product of his rather academic and sedentary life - leading to him rarely leaving the house. His eyes are a rare golden color - associated with his family. He has mid-back length pitch black straight hair that is kept well brushed and maintained to a nearly insane level of perfection. He also has a few tattoos on the underside of his forearms - which he keeps out of sight of other people.
Typical dress: He tends to wear pitch black, custom three piece suits - with a black shirt, and black silk tie. He also wears his custom black oxfords - that are always polished to a reflective shine. The only things that he wears which go against traditional wear, are a pair of earrings - hanging on two black links are two symbols carved out of polished obsidian which look like exaggerated commas, with a hole through the middle. (think less creepy young Orochimaru…) - He also walks around with a cane with a Rapier hidden in the piano-black finished wooden exterior.
Favorite weapon: The cane that he walks around with has a long thin sword hidden inside - the black blade has many sigils carved in, which he can use for many different things such as summoning the sword to him, making it extend or shorten, etc. Because of his earth style, he can manipulate the metal of the sword to move and bend - making it even more dangerous in battle - as in, blocking a staff with the blade, then having it coil around the staff and allowing him to try and rip it from the hands of the other.
Hometown: Originally from Britain, Orithius was moved to the family’s Swiss residence - hidden within the great mountains of the Northern Alps. The monolithic structure is wedged in a ravine that requires magic to reach - and is made of glass, marble and metal. He travelled to Zurich every morning for his Formal Pre-Schooling and came back in the late afternoons via Teleportation.
Non-Elemental talent: Seals that he can place on things, either bringing the item to him or transport himself to it. His family is also known for their manipulation of metal and other unusual forms of earth - like onyx and other forms of marble.
History: Orithius Pethris Wyrmwood was born two days before Valentines - much to the dismay of his mother who had wanted a Valentines baby. His father - Lord Corpherius Wyrmwood seemed to be happy with the resulting child nonetheless - and affirmed his affections and support for the young Orithius through the Large and ever closed metal doors of his office. His mother too, after a few months of doting care - became rather bored with the prospect of raising a child - and sent him off to the Swiss residence.
Here he was cared for by his myriad of servants and tutors. His parents made sure that he would not become too bound to his caretakers by constantly supplementing and replacing the staff. He never knew any person for more than three months - for the first six years of his life.
This caused him to become very quiet and slightly resentful of the people who he read about in his books. When he started his formal training - he met his first real long term mentor. The man and his wife constantly bickered, even while in his presence - and the resulting irritation led Orithius to decide that people were mostly only useful insofar they can provide you with expertise or guidance - and that beyond that they were merely irritants to be ignored.
By the time he was 11 he had read and understood most of what he would need for school - but when presented with the children and the noise, became flustered and overwhelmed. His parents - who seemed completely unsure about how to go about dealing with the situation. They strong armed the school into letting him attend the classes, and teleport back home after class. Over the next few years he barely spoke to any of the students beyond giving them the notes they needed for group work. His work was always perfectly done and on time.
Over the last year his father had been insisting that he become more involved in the family business - and thus he would need to develop some social skills. While he already thought his father a moron - Orithius has agreed to go to social classes and try and be more social at school. This year would be the first year that he actually tried to interact and would not be allowed to come and go as he pleases. |
1,643 | 36 | 26 | 1,237 | 509 | Rosalie Von Kruger
Catching up with friends were pretty nice. Everyone was talking about what they had done over summer vacation. It wasn't long until Rosalie gets sucked into the conversation until she notices that Orithius was distant from the group, he had even conjured up a cup of coffee. Before she could say anything the professor began class and so she had no choice but to turn around and pay attention.
"Welcome to Advance Magical Defense blah blah blah I have high expectations from you older students blah blah..." The class was so boring she couldn't focus long enough to get 5 words in.
Next class was supposed to be "controlling your element" but since she got ahead of the class, she and a few others received permission to use the period as a volunteering opportunity to earn extra credit in any other class. (Of course, that extra credit is going towards MD). She chose to be a teacher assistant in the 1-2 year classes, helping out new students with their elements. She looks to Orithius who was focused on the professor and thought "Maybe it will be easier for him to interact with the freshman." She pondered if she would use this opportunity to make some freshman friends for once since most of her friends were in the same grade or older. | Name: Rosalie Von Kruger
(Her real last name is Seltzer)
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Year: 6th
Element: Water
Parents: Viktor Von Kruger and Adelina Seltzer
Typical dress: Rosa loves light, pastel colors. She typically wears outfits deemed business casual, such as skirts and blouses.
Favorite weapon: Long sword inherited from the Von Kruger family
Hometown: Frankfurt, Germany
Non-Elemental talent (e.g. healing, lie detecting...): The ability to negotiate and interrogate, being able to see weaknesses in other’s arguments/know what they want.
Background: Born from an affair between a prestigious governor and his mistress, from day one she and her mother was hidden from the world, an embarrassment to the family. However, instead of having herself being defined by a scandal she set out to prove her worth in the world. It was at the age of 8 which Rosa started displaying talents in the water element and academics. She was then forced to adopt the name Von Kruger as they used her to improve their family reputation. For the next 3 years until the invitation from the Academy came in, she was showcased as the gem of Von Kruger living a lie in which only a few know of her true identity.
Since coming to the academy Rosa worked hard to separate her from the Seltzer name, believing that it is her duty to uphold the Von Kruger name. She refined herself as a respectable student and peer, even sometimes acting as a guardian to younger students (when the need arises). She can be condescending, however, to students of other elements believing water to be the most prominent element. This, however, does not stop Rosa from having respect to other strong elemental users even befriending some of them. |
1,644 | 36 | 27 | 1,159 | 3,531 | Amelia Averyonnna
Amelia frowned as events played out before her. The boy who introduced himself as Lin was giving off a rather angry aura and this made Amelia rather nervous to interact with him. She had seen what people were capable of when angry and she had no interest in seeing anything like that again. When the boy spoke though, she realized something was different about him, as he didn't sound like anyone she had heard before.
Before she could dwell on this, another boy approached and began talking to them, introducing himself before addressing Lin. This one also sounded weird and it confused her. Maybe it was a guy thing? She honestly didn't know. Turning back to Lin as he responded to the question asked at him, she again couldn't help but feel as though the boy was rather angry at something.
This hostile attitude seemed to have an effect on Lunaria, who quickly got up and began to leave. Wondering why this was, Amelia quickly had her water get in front of Lunaria before shaping it again.
Why are you leaving? Didn't you come to talk? it read. After giving Lunaria a second to read it, Amelia had the water return to her before having it form an arrow that arrow that pointed at the two boys that then turned into an innocent question, though she was careful with her wording so as to avoid upsetting anyone. Why do you two sound different? | Name:
Amelia Alison Averyonna
Age:
11
Gender:
Female
Year:
1st
Element:
Water
Parents:
Unknown
Appearence:
Typical dress:
Amelia will typically wear whatever cloths to academy has provided her without complaint, though she has a preference for t-shirts and jeans, as she hates how exposed skirts make her feel. She often has a bottle of water at her side, to use as a means of communication and wears little to nothing as in the form of accessories. She also doesn't wear make-up, letting her natural beauty shine.
Favorite weapon(e.g. staff, wand, sword,wits...):
Not a fan of combat, Amelia will rely on her wits and her powers if forced in a combat scenario.
Hometown:
Allentown, PA
Non-Elemental talent (e.g. healing, lie detecting...):
Amelia has an abnormally high amount of luck, surviving on the streets for most of her life without having to resort to drastic measures and despite having poor health.
Amelia also has a keen sense of hearing, picking up on sounds most others might miss.
Background
Amelia was born with the worst hand life could throw at her. She was a born mute, had a weak immune system, and was put into foster care before she could even have any memories of her parents. She was moved from home to home through much of her infancy, the foster parents unable to support her constant health needs, as it seemed as soon as she got over one illness, she would get struck with another.
Eventually, while still only five years old, the girl ran away from her latest foster home and into the streets. She was tired of feeling unwanted and tired of changing homes several times a year. So, she decided to just get away from it all and if she was to die alone, so be it. She would've died alone and unwanted anyway.
While on the streets, the young girl managed to survive through luck and wits, getting out of tough situations. She learned to accept local charity, taking cloths and food when they were provided, and resorting to scavenging when they weren't. Her health never got better and would cripple her from time to time, but she became skilled at holing herself up and staying out of everyone way until she got better.
Her life finally took a turn for the better only recently. Sleeping in one of her usually allies and hidden behind a pile of random garbage, she was awaken by the sudden appearance of a bright light. Curious, she cautiously peaked over the items surrounding her and was shocked by what she saw before her. A portal of pure energy, with a woman standing in front of it, looking around the ally, as if searching for something. Amelia slowly hide behind her protection, sure she was imagining things, when she heard the woman approach her. Looking up, she saw the woman looking down at her, a kind, almost pitying smile on her face.
The woman explained her purpose was to find and take Amelia to a school for special children, with the power to manipulate some of the elements that made up the world. Amelia, ever the cautious one by this point, was unwilling to go until she has some proof. It took an entire two hours of miscommunication, talking, and pondering, along with a small demonstration of the woman's ability to manipulate earth, to convince Amelia to come along.
Now, perhaps she could finally find a home and a place to stay, if at least for a little while. |
1,645 | 36 | 28 | 66 | 1,312 | Pierre Roux
So it was his first time in Europe! Luckie~ Pierre was genuinely curious what the first year's home country was like and wanted to ask more about it one-on-one, but right now wasn't exactly the best time for it. "Trouble adjusting, eh? Well! If you need any help with the culture differences, I'm here to help!" He gave the smaller boy a pat on the back before addressing the other two girl students.
Luna, the older girl seemed to be out of her element and started to move away, only to have a hand come down on her shoulder by Pierre, "Oh, don't worry Luna! Everyone is just getting introduced, why don't you stay?" He gently turned the girl back around to face the others before letting her go. Just because he was used to being hands on didn't mean he was that comfortable touching a girl for longer than a second. Plus, she was an upperclassman!
After doing this, Pierre peered at the question in the water, "Hmm, it may be because of puberty! Our voices are in fact growing lower thanks to reaching maturity... Or maybe you are talking about our accents?" Pierre pointed between him and Lin. "We all seem to come from many different places and with that we have different language and customs!" The boy gave a happy smile as he explained. | Name: Pierre Roux
Gender: Male
Age: 13
Year: 2
Element: Air
Parents: Louis and Amanda Roux
Appearance: Louis has voluminous straberry blonde hair that reaches the nape of his neck. The boy himself never styles it, just lets the hair do its thing. He sports blue eyes that almost seem turquoise. Pierre is always on his feet and working in the family business gives him a little more strength than the average boy his age.
Typical dress: Pierre loves to wear white or red. He usually wears either a v-neck t-shirt and khakis or some kind of hoodie. He doesn't feel like his extremely casual outfits fit in with the rest... but it's the most comfortable.
Favorite weapon(e.g. staff, wand, sword,wits...): A short staff.
Hometown: Paris, France
Non-Elemental talent: Hearing, he can hear over great distances, even through thick walls. Able to hear things like this, he can pick out footsteps and is usually able to discern who is coming if he has already met them once.
History: While his father's home country had always been France, his mother Amanda came from America as a foreigner and they fell in love. His grandfather owned some kind of big corporation and was to make his father Louis his heir, but refused to acknowledge Amanda as his wife. Louis left and eloped with Amanda, saving up enough to open a small bakery on the outskirts of downtown.
Pierre grew up in a place full of love and care. He was always interested in helping out with the bakery... as long as he got an extra sample too. It was only later that everyone found out Amanda was an air elemental, the woman that was gentle... yet was always looking off in the distance. Pierre's mother stepped aside and told him about how she was the only air user of her family and she had grown up all the way in Oregon of the United States. But... for some reason Pierre himself had all the qualifications of being an air elemental, but couldn't summon it.
The boy was invited up to the academy and started as a first year. There he was made to do summoning classing everyday. He wasn't exactly a protege when it came to using his powers. Somedays he just couldn't summon air at all and others he couldn't stop it from causing destruction everywhere. After a year's worth of practicing. He was able to contain it to a small dosage, but this left him behind the class in power.
Unlike the other people of his elemental, Pierre loves people and never seems to mind his own business. He can get really homesick sometimes, but the boy is always trying to fill up his time with fun. |
1,646 | 36 | 29 | 103 | 205 | Orithius Pethris Wyrmwood
Orithius listened to the lecturer with an almost palpable level of boredom. Clearly they were being lenient with the people who are of a lower level, because it seemed to be just a rehash of previous years of work, and a few tentative explorations as to how these defensive measures might be incorporated in new and innovative manners, so as to coincide and remain relevant in an ever changing modern context. Most of the ideas they provided were impossible, or would result in highly ineffective forms - either the teacher was a moron, or he was testing whether or not someone would call him out on his shittalking. Orithius hoped it was the latter, because if it were not then he was going to have to log a formal complaint.
He sighed and sat back in his chair, looking at the girl - Rosalie - again. She seemed to be not paying much attention. Considering her scores however, he assumed it was less out of informed boredom, and mostly because of disinterest. She wanted to be friends. Informal friends. It still made no sense to him, but he tried to keep an open mind. Perhaps he should invite her over to the house. Would she mind? There was a slim chance that she might be overwhelmed, like other people seemed to be. Kissing his father and mother's asses when they eventually come over. Then again, he is just intending to use her to facilitate his own social needs... if she were to use him to further her own financial or political goals - could he judge her? Probably not.
"Mr Wyrmwood, the answer please." Orithius looked at the lecturer and then at the board, and noted a few notes on Last-Resort theories to cripple your enemies when your defensive stagnates have failed. Crippling your enemy's to give you a chance to restructure your defense... "Scorched earth policy? If your defenses have been crippled, use force to interrupt the source of the enemy's attack - i.e. cut off their connection to their element, cripple their capacity to use it, etc. While this might seem like a purely offensive stratagem - since we are talking about last-resorts, the resulting time you will get as your opponent tries to rebuild their offensive measures, will aid you in reestablishing a coherent defense or consider retreat. Is that sufficient?" Orithius looked on with a raised eyebrow, taking another sip of his coffee. The lecturer wrote down a few points before continuing. Orithius sighed and continued to listen a little bit more attentively. | Name: Orithius Pethris Wyrmwood
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Year: 6th
Element: Earth
Parents: Lord Corpherius Wyrmwood and Lady Pehtra Wyrmwood
Appearance: Orithius is the epitome of the lanky teenager - thin and tall - standing at just over six feet even at this young age. He carries himself with grace and poise however - behaviors that have been drilled into him from a young age. His skin is pale - a product of his rather academic and sedentary life - leading to him rarely leaving the house. His eyes are a rare golden color - associated with his family. He has mid-back length pitch black straight hair that is kept well brushed and maintained to a nearly insane level of perfection. He also has a few tattoos on the underside of his forearms - which he keeps out of sight of other people.
Typical dress: He tends to wear pitch black, custom three piece suits - with a black shirt, and black silk tie. He also wears his custom black oxfords - that are always polished to a reflective shine. The only things that he wears which go against traditional wear, are a pair of earrings - hanging on two black links are two symbols carved out of polished obsidian which look like exaggerated commas, with a hole through the middle. (think less creepy young Orochimaru…) - He also walks around with a cane with a Rapier hidden in the piano-black finished wooden exterior.
Favorite weapon: The cane that he walks around with has a long thin sword hidden inside - the black blade has many sigils carved in, which he can use for many different things such as summoning the sword to him, making it extend or shorten, etc. Because of his earth style, he can manipulate the metal of the sword to move and bend - making it even more dangerous in battle - as in, blocking a staff with the blade, then having it coil around the staff and allowing him to try and rip it from the hands of the other.
Hometown: Originally from Britain, Orithius was moved to the family’s Swiss residence - hidden within the great mountains of the Northern Alps. The monolithic structure is wedged in a ravine that requires magic to reach - and is made of glass, marble and metal. He travelled to Zurich every morning for his Formal Pre-Schooling and came back in the late afternoons via Teleportation.
Non-Elemental talent: Seals that he can place on things, either bringing the item to him or transport himself to it. His family is also known for their manipulation of metal and other unusual forms of earth - like onyx and other forms of marble.
History: Orithius Pethris Wyrmwood was born two days before Valentines - much to the dismay of his mother who had wanted a Valentines baby. His father - Lord Corpherius Wyrmwood seemed to be happy with the resulting child nonetheless - and affirmed his affections and support for the young Orithius through the Large and ever closed metal doors of his office. His mother too, after a few months of doting care - became rather bored with the prospect of raising a child - and sent him off to the Swiss residence.
Here he was cared for by his myriad of servants and tutors. His parents made sure that he would not become too bound to his caretakers by constantly supplementing and replacing the staff. He never knew any person for more than three months - for the first six years of his life.
This caused him to become very quiet and slightly resentful of the people who he read about in his books. When he started his formal training - he met his first real long term mentor. The man and his wife constantly bickered, even while in his presence - and the resulting irritation led Orithius to decide that people were mostly only useful insofar they can provide you with expertise or guidance - and that beyond that they were merely irritants to be ignored.
By the time he was 11 he had read and understood most of what he would need for school - but when presented with the children and the noise, became flustered and overwhelmed. His parents - who seemed completely unsure about how to go about dealing with the situation. They strong armed the school into letting him attend the classes, and teleport back home after class. Over the next few years he barely spoke to any of the students beyond giving them the notes they needed for group work. His work was always perfectly done and on time.
Over the last year his father had been insisting that he become more involved in the family business - and thus he would need to develop some social skills. While he already thought his father a moron - Orithius has agreed to go to social classes and try and be more social at school. This year would be the first year that he actually tried to interact and would not be allowed to come and go as he pleases. |
1,647 | 36 | 30 | 565 | 508 | Lunaria was just about to leave to sit somewhere else when a combination Pierre and Amelia's words told her to come back. This just made her even more nervous, though if they actually were interested in what she had to say then it shouldn't be that bad. Turning back around everyone seemed to have said a bit on where they originally came from, so in turn Lunaria decided to give her story. "Well... I came overseas... All the way from the United States... Its my 4th year here but... I don't know I just feel... Awkward... When I talk to others..." She didn't want to give too much on herself, that would just make things harder for herself, the least she could do is help the matter with Lin.
"L-listen... Lin was it? I don't know if I... Offended you in some way... But If I did... I'm sorry for it..." she bowed her head at the end, she really didn't want her first interactions with people to go bad for her. She had to at least make some acquaintances this year. | Name: Lunaria "Luna" Carr
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Year: 4th
Element: Time
Parents: Mason and Jennifer Carr
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 117 lbs
Lunaria was born on the night of a lovely crescent moon in late November, hence her unique name. She was rather reserved in her early years, preferring to talk only with her family members and no one else. She is also rather slow moving despite her athletic physique, which lead to her being late to a number of things, such as school, family meetings, etc. However, when she was eight years old, she discovered her ability to manipulate time, a trait that her father passed down to her.
After the discovery of her powers, it almost seemed like she was in two places at once, moving from one spot to another in a matter of mere seconds. Lunaria could be as lazy and slow as she wanted, as time was literally on her side. Anytime she wanted some peace to nap or doodle in her notebook, she would pause time to do it. It wasn't long until the Academy noticed her manipulation of time and invited her to stay and learn there.
Lunaria is in her 4th year now, a combination of good rest and talent allowed her to come this far and she isn't stopping anytime soon. She's never late for class and is always the first one or at least one of the first to arrive in class. Everything is going well for her so far, the only thing that would make it better would be a boyfriend, or some manner of friend, someone Lunaria could actually have a chat with.
Typical Dress: Lunaria has a habit of wearing shirts that have sleeves that cover the entirety of her arms and hands, particularly her lavender sweater, which has a stiched together right sleeve that at least goes past her hand by a few inches. She mostly wears shorts along with her shirts and also carries around a small, brown satchel that's filled with odds and ends.
Favorite Weapon: Lunaria carries around a black grimoire, a gift from her father, wherever she goes. This grimoire is filled with an assortment of illusory spells that Lunaria can use to confuse and disorient those she casts them on. The book has a store of magic in it that recharges over time, so Lunaria can't simply spam spells whenever she wants.
Hometown: North Dakota, US
Non-Elemental Talent: Lunaria has a knack for seeing the unseen, meaning that she is able to tell the difference between a real wall/door and an illusory one. |
1,648 | 36 | 31 | 2,757 | 224 | Simon Algard
While most of the students were spending their time mingling, flirting, or just getting acclimated, Simon avoided the chaos and headed to the place he felt most at home: the library. The thing he hated most about being away from the academy was that he was cut off from the vast stores of knowledge that were at his disposal. In his time away from school, he had already created a reading schedule for himself and already knew the books he wanted for his first week of school. In addition to his assigned readings, of course. Upon exiting the library, he felt like a packhorse. His bags still held all the books he would need for his classes, plus his newly checked-out collection that he didn't have time to drop off at his room. Simon loved his books, but he just wished paper wasn't so damn heavy. "If I were an air elemental, it'd solve so many problems..." he mumbled to himself as he passed a group of students of various ages that were hanging out at a table. | Name: Simon Algard
Age: 16
Year: 6th
Element: Fire
Parents and backstory: Simon never knew much about his biological parents. From what he understood, his mother was very young, and his father was a deadbeat that left her unable to care for a child. He was brought up in an orphanage, and the closest he had to actual parents was the orphanage staff. He was a reserved child and kept to himself, but he formed a bond with a woman there named Teresa, who taught him to read and always brought him new books to nurture his apparent intelligence. Teresa was a teacher as well as a mother for Simon, and he is one of the few people he actually cares about. He was, unfortunately, never adopted, and so spent all of his childhood in the orphanage until he was summoned by the academy to hone his talents.
Appearence:
Typical dress: Inexpensive clothing. A single-colored T-shirt and some slacks or jeans. Simon doesn’t have the money for fashionable outfits.
Favorite weapon: Words. Simon would rather talk his way out of a situation than resort to physical violence. However, he is not beyond verbal lashings. If you do something stupid, he will call you on it. He may call out the futility of your efforts, he may simply insult you. Or, he may decide to use sophisticated rhetoric to convince you to do his bidding. Either way, Simon is more of a speaker than a fighter.
Hometown: London, England
Non-Elemental talent: Studying. Simon has a ton of book smarts. Give him a piece of information, and he is great at memorizing, comprehending, and analyzing it. He knows how to research information as well, and always seems to find what he is looking for. |
1,649 | 36 | 32 | 198 | 332 | Tijd Mágos
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After racing through the halls and yawning through her first class (Non-Magical defense), Tijd went to Controlling your Element, which at least sounded interesting enough to survive without falling asleep. Standing at the front of the room were two 6th years. One of them, the girl, seemed more at home than the boy who was standing next to her. The boy she recognised- Orithius Pethris Wyrmwood. Tijd let out a sigh of relief as the girl began to talk. | Name:Tijd Mágos
Age:11
Gender:Female
Year:1
Element:Water
Parents:Lord Usyit Mágos and Lady Jana Mágos
Backstory: Tijd's parents are not magical. They do not control the Elements. Though her last name means 'magician' , Tijd is ts the first in many generations of her family to actually be a magician. Her parents mostly support her, although they do not appreaciate the fact that Tijd is practically socailly impaired, due to the fact that she spens constantly has her nose in a book, and would rather be reading or studying than parying or hanging out with people.Tijd's parents never spend time with her, so they can't really complain. Her biggest pet peeve is people. Just people.
Appearence: Tijd has wavy blonde hair, and blue eyes that often turn grey when she is mad. She has a slim build, and is a fast runner.Tjid is about 4' 9".
Typical dress:Tjid always wears black. She always wears dresses. Although she controls water, she swims as fast as she runs, and doesn't really care what she is doing, as long as she does it the best.
Favorite weapon(e.g. staff, wand, sword, wits...): Staff, but she also loves telling people how wrong they are. If she does not have a staff at hand, her words work just as well.
Hometown: Dover, England
Non-Elemental talent (e.g. healing, lie detecting...): Healing. Some say that she is a better healer than Water mage. |
1,650 | 36 | 33 | 1,237 | 509 | Rosalie Von Kruger
First period dragged on forever, Rosalie decided it was best for her to pay attention. In the end, it wouldn't help her grade if wasn't listening to what the teacher had to say. Orithius answered the question asked with such grace Rosalie was a bit jealous. She was an all-rounded student for the most part. A lot of times she'd get her work done ahead of others and aced her classes. She didn't know why it was Magical Defense that kept her down. After what seemed like a century, first-period ends and they begin to transition to second period. Rosalie didn't know what class Orithius had next, but she didn't want to be late on her first day of being an assistant teacher. There was suppose to be one other person joining her as well so she did not want them to have a bad impression of her. She waves to Orithius and makes her way to the next classroom.
Upon reaching the class, the number of 1st years was a little overwhelming. When she turned to see Orithius walk through the door, she was both surprised and relieved. It felt a bit comforting that she was not alone and had someone to rely on.
The bells rung for second period to start and so she turns to the class waiting for them to give her the silence to talk.
"Hello first-years, welcome to "Controlling your Element". My name is Rosalie Von Kruger and I will be one of your mentors for this class. So if you ever have any trouble even outside of class don't be afraid to reach out for me." She flashes them a smile before turning it over to Orithius. | Name: Rosalie Von Kruger
(Her real last name is Seltzer)
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Year: 6th
Element: Water
Parents: Viktor Von Kruger and Adelina Seltzer
Typical dress: Rosa loves light, pastel colors. She typically wears outfits deemed business casual, such as skirts and blouses.
Favorite weapon: Long sword inherited from the Von Kruger family
Hometown: Frankfurt, Germany
Non-Elemental talent (e.g. healing, lie detecting...): The ability to negotiate and interrogate, being able to see weaknesses in other’s arguments/know what they want.
Background: Born from an affair between a prestigious governor and his mistress, from day one she and her mother was hidden from the world, an embarrassment to the family. However, instead of having herself being defined by a scandal she set out to prove her worth in the world. It was at the age of 8 which Rosa started displaying talents in the water element and academics. She was then forced to adopt the name Von Kruger as they used her to improve their family reputation. For the next 3 years until the invitation from the Academy came in, she was showcased as the gem of Von Kruger living a lie in which only a few know of her true identity.
Since coming to the academy Rosa worked hard to separate her from the Seltzer name, believing that it is her duty to uphold the Von Kruger name. She refined herself as a respectable student and peer, even sometimes acting as a guardian to younger students (when the need arises). She can be condescending, however, to students of other elements believing water to be the most prominent element. This, however, does not stop Rosa from having respect to other strong elemental users even befriending some of them. |
1,651 | 36 | 34 | 103 | 205 | Orithius Pethris Wyrmwood
Orithius stood quietly, listening to the children sneaking a whisper every now and then, while Rose tried to convey kindness and openness and general support towards the youths. It made him feel slightly uncomfortable. Then she stopped speaking and turned to him. He did not expect this. Damn his father for signing him up for this...
"I am Orithius Pethris Wyrmwood - I will be aiding my colleague in this endeavour. While you might only have a limited understanding of the work, I would appreciate it were you to identify where exactly your comprehension ceased, often either with a concept or phrase - so that we can aid you in as quick and efficient a manner possible. While there might not be anything like a stupid question - there does exist an unnecessary one. Consider your questions beforehand please." His tone did not hold any of niceness Rose's had, but it was firm and confident. His face remained impassive as he memorised their faces and seating - if only to avoid unnecessary introductions later on. | Name: Orithius Pethris Wyrmwood
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Year: 6th
Element: Earth
Parents: Lord Corpherius Wyrmwood and Lady Pehtra Wyrmwood
Appearance: Orithius is the epitome of the lanky teenager - thin and tall - standing at just over six feet even at this young age. He carries himself with grace and poise however - behaviors that have been drilled into him from a young age. His skin is pale - a product of his rather academic and sedentary life - leading to him rarely leaving the house. His eyes are a rare golden color - associated with his family. He has mid-back length pitch black straight hair that is kept well brushed and maintained to a nearly insane level of perfection. He also has a few tattoos on the underside of his forearms - which he keeps out of sight of other people.
Typical dress: He tends to wear pitch black, custom three piece suits - with a black shirt, and black silk tie. He also wears his custom black oxfords - that are always polished to a reflective shine. The only things that he wears which go against traditional wear, are a pair of earrings - hanging on two black links are two symbols carved out of polished obsidian which look like exaggerated commas, with a hole through the middle. (think less creepy young Orochimaru…) - He also walks around with a cane with a Rapier hidden in the piano-black finished wooden exterior.
Favorite weapon: The cane that he walks around with has a long thin sword hidden inside - the black blade has many sigils carved in, which he can use for many different things such as summoning the sword to him, making it extend or shorten, etc. Because of his earth style, he can manipulate the metal of the sword to move and bend - making it even more dangerous in battle - as in, blocking a staff with the blade, then having it coil around the staff and allowing him to try and rip it from the hands of the other.
Hometown: Originally from Britain, Orithius was moved to the family’s Swiss residence - hidden within the great mountains of the Northern Alps. The monolithic structure is wedged in a ravine that requires magic to reach - and is made of glass, marble and metal. He travelled to Zurich every morning for his Formal Pre-Schooling and came back in the late afternoons via Teleportation.
Non-Elemental talent: Seals that he can place on things, either bringing the item to him or transport himself to it. His family is also known for their manipulation of metal and other unusual forms of earth - like onyx and other forms of marble.
History: Orithius Pethris Wyrmwood was born two days before Valentines - much to the dismay of his mother who had wanted a Valentines baby. His father - Lord Corpherius Wyrmwood seemed to be happy with the resulting child nonetheless - and affirmed his affections and support for the young Orithius through the Large and ever closed metal doors of his office. His mother too, after a few months of doting care - became rather bored with the prospect of raising a child - and sent him off to the Swiss residence.
Here he was cared for by his myriad of servants and tutors. His parents made sure that he would not become too bound to his caretakers by constantly supplementing and replacing the staff. He never knew any person for more than three months - for the first six years of his life.
This caused him to become very quiet and slightly resentful of the people who he read about in his books. When he started his formal training - he met his first real long term mentor. The man and his wife constantly bickered, even while in his presence - and the resulting irritation led Orithius to decide that people were mostly only useful insofar they can provide you with expertise or guidance - and that beyond that they were merely irritants to be ignored.
By the time he was 11 he had read and understood most of what he would need for school - but when presented with the children and the noise, became flustered and overwhelmed. His parents - who seemed completely unsure about how to go about dealing with the situation. They strong armed the school into letting him attend the classes, and teleport back home after class. Over the next few years he barely spoke to any of the students beyond giving them the notes they needed for group work. His work was always perfectly done and on time.
Over the last year his father had been insisting that he become more involved in the family business - and thus he would need to develop some social skills. While he already thought his father a moron - Orithius has agreed to go to social classes and try and be more social at school. This year would be the first year that he actually tried to interact and would not be allowed to come and go as he pleases. |
1,652 | 36 | 35 | 1,159 | 3,531 | Amelia Averyonna
Amelia listened to Lunaria and Pierre as they spoke. What Pierre said interested her most of all, though most, if not all of his answer to her question, flew over her head. Maybe she should look that stuff later, when she had the time. Glancing over at a nearby clock, she saw the time and stood up very quickly with a look of alarm on her face. Her water quickly formed the reason for this alarm before flying back into it's bottle and she quickly screwed the cap back on before taking off.
Class. Gotta hurry. Talk to you all later?
She rushed through the halls, finding her way to the classroom just seconds before it finally began and took the seat as far back from the front of the room as she could. When it finally began, two teachers introduced themselves. The first one was an older girl with the same eye and hair color as Amelia, who seemed friendly and gave up what Amelia could only assume was a motherly vibe. The second was a boy who she guessed was the same age with black hair and gold eyes, which she found both frightening and interesting at the same time. They both asked if anyone had any questions and what they knew about controlling to element, to which Amelia felt completely stumped. She knew how to move her water and shape it, which were the basics, but she wasn't sure what else there was to know. She had only known about her powers for a month at this point. | Name:
Amelia Alison Averyonna
Age:
11
Gender:
Female
Year:
1st
Element:
Water
Parents:
Unknown
Appearence:
Typical dress:
Amelia will typically wear whatever cloths to academy has provided her without complaint, though she has a preference for t-shirts and jeans, as she hates how exposed skirts make her feel. She often has a bottle of water at her side, to use as a means of communication and wears little to nothing as in the form of accessories. She also doesn't wear make-up, letting her natural beauty shine.
Favorite weapon(e.g. staff, wand, sword,wits...):
Not a fan of combat, Amelia will rely on her wits and her powers if forced in a combat scenario.
Hometown:
Allentown, PA
Non-Elemental talent (e.g. healing, lie detecting...):
Amelia has an abnormally high amount of luck, surviving on the streets for most of her life without having to resort to drastic measures and despite having poor health.
Amelia also has a keen sense of hearing, picking up on sounds most others might miss.
Background
Amelia was born with the worst hand life could throw at her. She was a born mute, had a weak immune system, and was put into foster care before she could even have any memories of her parents. She was moved from home to home through much of her infancy, the foster parents unable to support her constant health needs, as it seemed as soon as she got over one illness, she would get struck with another.
Eventually, while still only five years old, the girl ran away from her latest foster home and into the streets. She was tired of feeling unwanted and tired of changing homes several times a year. So, she decided to just get away from it all and if she was to die alone, so be it. She would've died alone and unwanted anyway.
While on the streets, the young girl managed to survive through luck and wits, getting out of tough situations. She learned to accept local charity, taking cloths and food when they were provided, and resorting to scavenging when they weren't. Her health never got better and would cripple her from time to time, but she became skilled at holing herself up and staying out of everyone way until she got better.
Her life finally took a turn for the better only recently. Sleeping in one of her usually allies and hidden behind a pile of random garbage, she was awaken by the sudden appearance of a bright light. Curious, she cautiously peaked over the items surrounding her and was shocked by what she saw before her. A portal of pure energy, with a woman standing in front of it, looking around the ally, as if searching for something. Amelia slowly hide behind her protection, sure she was imagining things, when she heard the woman approach her. Looking up, she saw the woman looking down at her, a kind, almost pitying smile on her face.
The woman explained her purpose was to find and take Amelia to a school for special children, with the power to manipulate some of the elements that made up the world. Amelia, ever the cautious one by this point, was unwilling to go until she has some proof. It took an entire two hours of miscommunication, talking, and pondering, along with a small demonstration of the woman's ability to manipulate earth, to convince Amelia to come along.
Now, perhaps she could finally find a home and a place to stay, if at least for a little while. |
1,653 | 36 | 36 | 198 | 332 | Tijd Mágos
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Tijd nearly laughed aloud. Orithius had been stiff, formal, and highly reminiscent of her tutors, while Rose had been calming and soothing and kind. She almost shouted out, 'Hi!' to Orithius, but decided against it in the end, seeming too unformal for both of their tastes. Tijd tried to pay attention, but as it turned out, she knew a lot of it from her elemental tutors. Despite her efforts, however, Tijd fell asleep. | Name:Tijd Mágos
Age:11
Gender:Female
Year:1
Element:Water
Parents:Lord Usyit Mágos and Lady Jana Mágos
Backstory: Tijd's parents are not magical. They do not control the Elements. Though her last name means 'magician' , Tijd is ts the first in many generations of her family to actually be a magician. Her parents mostly support her, although they do not appreaciate the fact that Tijd is practically socailly impaired, due to the fact that she spens constantly has her nose in a book, and would rather be reading or studying than parying or hanging out with people.Tijd's parents never spend time with her, so they can't really complain. Her biggest pet peeve is people. Just people.
Appearence: Tijd has wavy blonde hair, and blue eyes that often turn grey when she is mad. She has a slim build, and is a fast runner.Tjid is about 4' 9".
Typical dress:Tjid always wears black. She always wears dresses. Although she controls water, she swims as fast as she runs, and doesn't really care what she is doing, as long as she does it the best.
Favorite weapon(e.g. staff, wand, sword, wits...): Staff, but she also loves telling people how wrong they are. If she does not have a staff at hand, her words work just as well.
Hometown: Dover, England
Non-Elemental talent (e.g. healing, lie detecting...): Healing. Some say that she is a better healer than Water mage. |
1,654 | 36 | 37 | 1,237 | 509 | Rosalie Von Kruger
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Rosalie wasn't surprised at Orithius' introduction to the class, it was reasonable to have someone on the other end of the spectrum. While it was nice for the students to have someone they can relate to and be comfortable around, there should also be boundaries. This is a school after all.
Nonetheless she was happy to be helping out the younger students. It was only the first day of class so they were going over the basics but Rosalie couldn't help but notice some students dozing off. One of them, a female, was asleep.
While Orithius was in the middle of explaining a subject, Rosalie went over to her bag and got out a water bottle. No one minded her as most would have thought she went to hydrate herself. But she had different plans. Walking over to the girl with her head down everyone stopped to see what Rosalie was doing. Unscrewing the cap she held the bottle with one hand and with the other began to take the water out of it and levitated a small amount over the girl's head. Some students were giggling but Rosalie had a less joyful look on her face. She let the water fall, splashing the girl's head. There were students that bursted into laughter but Rosalie shot them a glare before returning to the front of the room.
"I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong impression that you can be so comfortable around me as to doze off or fall asleep. I want to be nice but I'll put your learning above all else. Before I'm your friend I'm your mentor got it? Even if you know the basic stuff it's disrespectful to ignore what Orithius and I have to teach you." Rosalie felt a little bad talking to them this way, and using the girl as an example but during her 6 years here she learned that people need to learn the hard way. | Name: Rosalie Von Kruger
(Her real last name is Seltzer)
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Year: 6th
Element: Water
Parents: Viktor Von Kruger and Adelina Seltzer
Typical dress: Rosa loves light, pastel colors. She typically wears outfits deemed business casual, such as skirts and blouses.
Favorite weapon: Long sword inherited from the Von Kruger family
Hometown: Frankfurt, Germany
Non-Elemental talent (e.g. healing, lie detecting...): The ability to negotiate and interrogate, being able to see weaknesses in other’s arguments/know what they want.
Background: Born from an affair between a prestigious governor and his mistress, from day one she and her mother was hidden from the world, an embarrassment to the family. However, instead of having herself being defined by a scandal she set out to prove her worth in the world. It was at the age of 8 which Rosa started displaying talents in the water element and academics. She was then forced to adopt the name Von Kruger as they used her to improve their family reputation. For the next 3 years until the invitation from the Academy came in, she was showcased as the gem of Von Kruger living a lie in which only a few know of her true identity.
Since coming to the academy Rosa worked hard to separate her from the Seltzer name, believing that it is her duty to uphold the Von Kruger name. She refined herself as a respectable student and peer, even sometimes acting as a guardian to younger students (when the need arises). She can be condescending, however, to students of other elements believing water to be the most prominent element. This, however, does not stop Rosa from having respect to other strong elemental users even befriending some of them. |
1,655 | 36 | 38 | 198 | 332 | Tijd Mágos
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Tijd sat up as the frezzing water was poured over her head. "Sorry," she said, and then proceeded to repeat, word for word, what Orithius had just said. She levitated the water off of her head and into a ball and dropped it on the floor. "I didn't mean to, Miss Von Kruger, and I know that there is no excuse for falling asleep in class. If you would like, I could arrange for my assisstant to send papers to your assistant..."Tijd traild off. | Name:Tijd Mágos
Age:11
Gender:Female
Year:1
Element:Water
Parents:Lord Usyit Mágos and Lady Jana Mágos
Backstory: Tijd's parents are not magical. They do not control the Elements. Though her last name means 'magician' , Tijd is ts the first in many generations of her family to actually be a magician. Her parents mostly support her, although they do not appreaciate the fact that Tijd is practically socailly impaired, due to the fact that she spens constantly has her nose in a book, and would rather be reading or studying than parying or hanging out with people.Tijd's parents never spend time with her, so they can't really complain. Her biggest pet peeve is people. Just people.
Appearence: Tijd has wavy blonde hair, and blue eyes that often turn grey when she is mad. She has a slim build, and is a fast runner.Tjid is about 4' 9".
Typical dress:Tjid always wears black. She always wears dresses. Although she controls water, she swims as fast as she runs, and doesn't really care what she is doing, as long as she does it the best.
Favorite weapon(e.g. staff, wand, sword, wits...): Staff, but she also loves telling people how wrong they are. If she does not have a staff at hand, her words work just as well.
Hometown: Dover, England
Non-Elemental talent (e.g. healing, lie detecting...): Healing. Some say that she is a better healer than Water mage. |
1,656 | 36 | 39 | 103 | 205 | Orithius Pethris Wyrmwood
Orithius rose his eyebrow at the display... It was not something he expected Rosalie to do. The snide reaction the child had, while it reminded him of himself, also pissed him off a bit - a foreign sense of protectiveness of his supposed new friend he supposed. He walked over to the two - "Miss Mágos - while your skills are... adequate for your level - it is unbecoming of a student to offer false contrition. Furthermore - snideness only works when you really are the smartest one in the room. ( he leaned forwards slightly, and rose an eyebrow at her, before he turned to Rosalie) Nevertheless, I am sure that a slight tap on the shoulder would have sufficed. While I am new to this, public humiliation rarely serves within institutions such as these. (He rose again to his full height, and looked at the other students in the room) Let's continue, we have a few more minutes left. Any questions?" He walked back to where he had been sitting near the front. | Name: Orithius Pethris Wyrmwood
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Year: 6th
Element: Earth
Parents: Lord Corpherius Wyrmwood and Lady Pehtra Wyrmwood
Appearance: Orithius is the epitome of the lanky teenager - thin and tall - standing at just over six feet even at this young age. He carries himself with grace and poise however - behaviors that have been drilled into him from a young age. His skin is pale - a product of his rather academic and sedentary life - leading to him rarely leaving the house. His eyes are a rare golden color - associated with his family. He has mid-back length pitch black straight hair that is kept well brushed and maintained to a nearly insane level of perfection. He also has a few tattoos on the underside of his forearms - which he keeps out of sight of other people.
Typical dress: He tends to wear pitch black, custom three piece suits - with a black shirt, and black silk tie. He also wears his custom black oxfords - that are always polished to a reflective shine. The only things that he wears which go against traditional wear, are a pair of earrings - hanging on two black links are two symbols carved out of polished obsidian which look like exaggerated commas, with a hole through the middle. (think less creepy young Orochimaru…) - He also walks around with a cane with a Rapier hidden in the piano-black finished wooden exterior.
Favorite weapon: The cane that he walks around with has a long thin sword hidden inside - the black blade has many sigils carved in, which he can use for many different things such as summoning the sword to him, making it extend or shorten, etc. Because of his earth style, he can manipulate the metal of the sword to move and bend - making it even more dangerous in battle - as in, blocking a staff with the blade, then having it coil around the staff and allowing him to try and rip it from the hands of the other.
Hometown: Originally from Britain, Orithius was moved to the family’s Swiss residence - hidden within the great mountains of the Northern Alps. The monolithic structure is wedged in a ravine that requires magic to reach - and is made of glass, marble and metal. He travelled to Zurich every morning for his Formal Pre-Schooling and came back in the late afternoons via Teleportation.
Non-Elemental talent: Seals that he can place on things, either bringing the item to him or transport himself to it. His family is also known for their manipulation of metal and other unusual forms of earth - like onyx and other forms of marble.
History: Orithius Pethris Wyrmwood was born two days before Valentines - much to the dismay of his mother who had wanted a Valentines baby. His father - Lord Corpherius Wyrmwood seemed to be happy with the resulting child nonetheless - and affirmed his affections and support for the young Orithius through the Large and ever closed metal doors of his office. His mother too, after a few months of doting care - became rather bored with the prospect of raising a child - and sent him off to the Swiss residence.
Here he was cared for by his myriad of servants and tutors. His parents made sure that he would not become too bound to his caretakers by constantly supplementing and replacing the staff. He never knew any person for more than three months - for the first six years of his life.
This caused him to become very quiet and slightly resentful of the people who he read about in his books. When he started his formal training - he met his first real long term mentor. The man and his wife constantly bickered, even while in his presence - and the resulting irritation led Orithius to decide that people were mostly only useful insofar they can provide you with expertise or guidance - and that beyond that they were merely irritants to be ignored.
By the time he was 11 he had read and understood most of what he would need for school - but when presented with the children and the noise, became flustered and overwhelmed. His parents - who seemed completely unsure about how to go about dealing with the situation. They strong armed the school into letting him attend the classes, and teleport back home after class. Over the next few years he barely spoke to any of the students beyond giving them the notes they needed for group work. His work was always perfectly done and on time.
Over the last year his father had been insisting that he become more involved in the family business - and thus he would need to develop some social skills. While he already thought his father a moron - Orithius has agreed to go to social classes and try and be more social at school. This year would be the first year that he actually tried to interact and would not be allowed to come and go as he pleases. |
1,657 | 36 | 40 | 66 | 1,312 | Pierre Roux
He smile at Luna approvingly, which was a bit strange since he was quite a bit younger than the girl. "There! Now I think that we should all put past negative feelings away and become friends," Lin still seemed to look a little peeved, but there wasn't much Pierre could do to interfere more, this would have to be resolved only between the two students. He took a step back, wanting to chat a little more with Amelia, though it may be a little awkward talking with water, when he saw another student.
The boy had way too many books to carry at once! Pierre, being the super social person he was, was about to go and help the poor guy out, he must have been an upperclassman by the look of him, when Pierre suddenly stopped himself. Pierre couldn't do anything to help the poor teenager because he couldn't even create a wisp of air today! Discouraged, he left the other boy alone, feeling a little ashamed of himself, at least Pierre hadn't gone as far as to actually offer his help.
Suddenly Amelia stood up quickly and startled Pierre along with the rest of the group. Hurriedly, she wrote off a message with her water about class... Oh god. What time was it? With his own look of alarm, Pierre searched for the clock the water user had looked at and find he was not so surprisingly late for his class. It would be his second time taking it since he came to this school... "I've got to hurry off too! Bye!" With a quick farewell to Lin and Luna, Pierre barreled out of the Library and to the classroom for Controlling Your Element.
Even though Pierre had started running only a time bit of time after Amelia, he was still many times later than the water user. Not having seen the conversation between Rosalie and the 1st year Tijd, he raced up the hallway and took a step into the room, his face an embarrassed, heaving mess as he looked sorry enough without telling his tale. "E-Excuse me! I am so sorry for being late! I was helping a few newcomers and- ...Well, that's no excuse. I'm Pierre Roux, 2nd year air elemental!" He said this all in seemingly one sentence and hurried for a seat in the second row. | Name: Pierre Roux
Gender: Male
Age: 13
Year: 2
Element: Air
Parents: Louis and Amanda Roux
Appearance: Louis has voluminous straberry blonde hair that reaches the nape of his neck. The boy himself never styles it, just lets the hair do its thing. He sports blue eyes that almost seem turquoise. Pierre is always on his feet and working in the family business gives him a little more strength than the average boy his age.
Typical dress: Pierre loves to wear white or red. He usually wears either a v-neck t-shirt and khakis or some kind of hoodie. He doesn't feel like his extremely casual outfits fit in with the rest... but it's the most comfortable.
Favorite weapon(e.g. staff, wand, sword,wits...): A short staff.
Hometown: Paris, France
Non-Elemental talent: Hearing, he can hear over great distances, even through thick walls. Able to hear things like this, he can pick out footsteps and is usually able to discern who is coming if he has already met them once.
History: While his father's home country had always been France, his mother Amanda came from America as a foreigner and they fell in love. His grandfather owned some kind of big corporation and was to make his father Louis his heir, but refused to acknowledge Amanda as his wife. Louis left and eloped with Amanda, saving up enough to open a small bakery on the outskirts of downtown.
Pierre grew up in a place full of love and care. He was always interested in helping out with the bakery... as long as he got an extra sample too. It was only later that everyone found out Amanda was an air elemental, the woman that was gentle... yet was always looking off in the distance. Pierre's mother stepped aside and told him about how she was the only air user of her family and she had grown up all the way in Oregon of the United States. But... for some reason Pierre himself had all the qualifications of being an air elemental, but couldn't summon it.
The boy was invited up to the academy and started as a first year. There he was made to do summoning classing everyday. He wasn't exactly a protege when it came to using his powers. Somedays he just couldn't summon air at all and others he couldn't stop it from causing destruction everywhere. After a year's worth of practicing. He was able to contain it to a small dosage, but this left him behind the class in power.
Unlike the other people of his elemental, Pierre loves people and never seems to mind his own business. He can get really homesick sometimes, but the boy is always trying to fill up his time with fun. |
1,658 | 36 | 41 | 198 | 332 | ,, and I think that's it.......
My apologies to Tijd for getting you into this mess, lol.
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Tijd Mágos
"Snideness," Tijd asked. "What do you mean? That was a sincere apology, and I am very sorry if it came across as anything else. I appear to be disruping the class, so I will leave and come back later to inquire after the proper punishment, as getting water poured on your head seems like a wake-up call, rather than a punishment." With those words, Tijd snuck out of the classroom after the over excited 2nd year walked in. Taking a few deep breaths, she waited outside the classroom. In a few moments, the bell rang. She used a little water to propel a meeting time under the door to the TAs. For the rest of the day, she kept her hood up.
By 7th period, she had nearly forgotten about the events of earlier that day. Sure, she had sat alone at lunch, but that wasn't too unusual. But it all came rushing back in Class for Water Elementalists. The class was 1st to 8th years, and there were seperate sections. Unfortunately for Tijd, she was sitting next to Rosalie. | Name:Tijd Mágos
Age:11
Gender:Female
Year:1
Element:Water
Parents:Lord Usyit Mágos and Lady Jana Mágos
Backstory: Tijd's parents are not magical. They do not control the Elements. Though her last name means 'magician' , Tijd is ts the first in many generations of her family to actually be a magician. Her parents mostly support her, although they do not appreaciate the fact that Tijd is practically socailly impaired, due to the fact that she spens constantly has her nose in a book, and would rather be reading or studying than parying or hanging out with people.Tijd's parents never spend time with her, so they can't really complain. Her biggest pet peeve is people. Just people.
Appearence: Tijd has wavy blonde hair, and blue eyes that often turn grey when she is mad. She has a slim build, and is a fast runner.Tjid is about 4' 9".
Typical dress:Tjid always wears black. She always wears dresses. Although she controls water, she swims as fast as she runs, and doesn't really care what she is doing, as long as she does it the best.
Favorite weapon(e.g. staff, wand, sword, wits...): Staff, but she also loves telling people how wrong they are. If she does not have a staff at hand, her words work just as well.
Hometown: Dover, England
Non-Elemental talent (e.g. healing, lie detecting...): Healing. Some say that she is a better healer than Water mage. |
1,659 | 36 | 42 | 1,237 | 509 | Rosalie Von Kruger
The rest of the day after 2nd period flew by as Rosalie pretended to ignore the debacle that had happened. Lunch was too eccentric even for her as everyone she knew was catching up about what they had done over break. She tried to find Orthius to join them but he was nowhere in sight. Study hall was probably the most peace she'd ever get throughout the day but then came 7th period. See 7th period was a mix of all the grades into one class depending on your element. She would have to see the sleeping water girl from 2nd period most likely again. She sat down and waved to some of her friends who were sitting in other sections. She was too busy talking to them from across the room that she didn't even notice Tijd taking a seat next to her. | Name: Rosalie Von Kruger
(Her real last name is Seltzer)
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Year: 6th
Element: Water
Parents: Viktor Von Kruger and Adelina Seltzer
Typical dress: Rosa loves light, pastel colors. She typically wears outfits deemed business casual, such as skirts and blouses.
Favorite weapon: Long sword inherited from the Von Kruger family
Hometown: Frankfurt, Germany
Non-Elemental talent (e.g. healing, lie detecting...): The ability to negotiate and interrogate, being able to see weaknesses in other’s arguments/know what they want.
Background: Born from an affair between a prestigious governor and his mistress, from day one she and her mother was hidden from the world, an embarrassment to the family. However, instead of having herself being defined by a scandal she set out to prove her worth in the world. It was at the age of 8 which Rosa started displaying talents in the water element and academics. She was then forced to adopt the name Von Kruger as they used her to improve their family reputation. For the next 3 years until the invitation from the Academy came in, she was showcased as the gem of Von Kruger living a lie in which only a few know of her true identity.
Since coming to the academy Rosa worked hard to separate her from the Seltzer name, believing that it is her duty to uphold the Von Kruger name. She refined herself as a respectable student and peer, even sometimes acting as a guardian to younger students (when the need arises). She can be condescending, however, to students of other elements believing water to be the most prominent element. This, however, does not stop Rosa from having respect to other strong elemental users even befriending some of them. |
1,660 | 37 | 0 | 2,008 | 533 | Max
You awake atop a bed of moss. The moss directly around you is singed. Your head is foggy and you realize you're surrounded by trees. Rays of light shoot through the high leaves of the trees, surrounding you in ribbons. A girl enters your vision a second after your eyes catch the light reflected off your trusty sword. She looks to be about eighteen or so and is dressed in a tattered nightgown. She smiles weakly and sways a little. "Hello. Have you seen the store? I got lost on my way to the store. I needed to buy flour for my best friend's birthday cake." | Name:Louis Bordel
Gender:Male
Age:26
Background:A soldier turned mercenary.
Weapon type: shield and sword, daggers.
Location: Desert
Stats (You get 5 points, show what traits your character excels at)-
Strength:2
Dexterity:0
Toughness:1
Agility:1
Intelligence:1 |
1,661 | 37 | 1 | 2,008 | 533 | Louis
You awake with a headache under a brown-leafed tree. It seems to shade you from the harsh light as you gaze across flat, sandy ground as far as the eyes can see. Mostly. As you look around, you can see two clusters of Shadows along the horizon: a rounded one to the east, based on the rising sun, and a few "blocks" to the south. You notice a small sword buried in the tree that shades you and a wooden shield about the size of your torso. A tree a few yards off has a shadow that seems to be growing- no, approaching- you. Fast. It looks like a kid. About ten or so. You can't tell the gender from this distance, but can see that it's clothes are very torn and tattered. You then hear it: water.
Next to your tree, on the other side, is a tiny spring of water bubbling from the ground. Looking back at the shadow child, you see that it's direction seems more logically aimed at the spring than you, but its eyes are locked on you, as if to challenge you to stop it. The face looks male, but it looks like he's wearing a large cloth tunic or poncho. | Name:Louis Bordel
Gender:Male
Age:26
Background:A soldier turned mercenary.
Weapon type: shield and sword, daggers.
Location: Desert
Stats (You get 5 points, show what traits your character excels at)-
Strength:2
Dexterity:0
Toughness:1
Agility:1
Intelligence:1 |
1,662 | 37 | 2 | 2,008 | 533 | Louis, woke up and he was not very happy. "Bloody blooming, headache...." He muttered in disgust. He then took a gather of what lay around him, and he noticed a sword in a tree. He smiled as the familiar weapon, was within grabbing distance. He rose to his feet and put both hands on the sword's hilt and yanked at it, to free it.
Louis still yanking away at the sword, takes a look around him and catches a sight of a spring right next to him, and he smiles even more broadly then at the sword. I could stay here for days, with that much water. He then noticed, an approaching child? It was hard to tell at the distance and it seemed like he was after the water. Louis growled. "Stay back kid, the water is mine," he warned, all the while still trying to free the stupid sword. | Name:Louis Bordel
Gender:Male
Age:26
Background:A soldier turned mercenary.
Weapon type: shield and sword, daggers.
Location: Desert
Stats (You get 5 points, show what traits your character excels at)-
Strength:2
Dexterity:0
Toughness:1
Agility:1
Intelligence:1 |
1,663 | 37 | 3 | 1,705 | 499 | Max quickly lept to his feet in his disoriented state. "Where, where am I?" He thought to himself. The greenery seemed nice enough, but he didn't remember coming to this part of the forest. "My sword." Max says happily. He goes to retrieve it just as a girl comes into his field of vision. A little unnerved, Max freezes in place. "I, have not seen the store. What are you doing here?" Max replies to her question as he tries to inch his way to his sword. | Name: Dax
Gender: M
Age: 26
Background: A very prominent kendo instructor.
Weapon type: Sword & Bow (If only one type allowed, sword)
Location: Forest
Stats (You get 5 points, show what traits your character excels at)-
Strength:
Dexterity: 2
Toughness: 1
Agility: 1
Intelligence: 1 |
1,664 | 37 | 4 | 2,008 | 533 | Max
You reach your sword as the girl sleepily shrugs and walks away, disappearing behind a tree. As you reach the sword, you notice that it doesn't have the same burn markings around it that you had when you first awoke. A few seconds later, another girl appears from behind another tree and repeats the same exact words the last did like a broken record with a different face. You know that this is either a vase of deja vu or something is very wrong. | Name:Louis Bordel
Gender:Male
Age:26
Background:A soldier turned mercenary.
Weapon type: shield and sword, daggers.
Location: Desert
Stats (You get 5 points, show what traits your character excels at)-
Strength:2
Dexterity:0
Toughness:1
Agility:1
Intelligence:1 |
1,665 | 37 | 5 | 1,705 | 499 | Max looks at swords and shrugs as he sheathes it. He looks at the girl and a small pit of fear starts to form. "No." He relies as he slowly walks the opposite way of the girl. | Name: Dax
Gender: M
Age: 26
Background: A very prominent kendo instructor.
Weapon type: Sword & Bow (If only one type allowed, sword)
Location: Forest
Stats (You get 5 points, show what traits your character excels at)-
Strength:
Dexterity: 2
Toughness: 1
Agility: 1
Intelligence: 1 |
1,666 | 38 | 0 | 2,789 | 249 | Wrestling sure wasn't what it used to be.
Max Power found himself trapped in the middle of the ring, his bear-like opponent wrenching down with a headlock. It was textbook storytelling really. The heel wears out the babyface with a hold, the babyface mounts a dramatic comeback. Max had done it literally thousands of times. Maybe that was the problem.
Max reached out with his right hand, attempting to feed off the energy from the crowd. The fans began to chant, quietly at first, but as he flexed his arm and rose slowly to his feet, the chants grew louder and louder.
"I-VAN! I-VAN! I-VAN!"
"I-VAN" was actually Ivan Ivanovic Invanowsky, Max Power's opponent. The mountainous Ivanowsky had all the traits of a classic wrestling villain. He was gigantic, he was evil, and he was Russian. In 1986, the Giant Evil Russian vs. the All American Hero would've sold itself, but in 1996 the fans weren't buying it. Not for one second.
Max began to mount his comeback, rebounding off the ropes and hitting a stiff clothesline, stunning Ivanowsky momentarily. He came off the ropes again with another hard shot, staggering his opponent even more still. Finally, with a third titanic clothesline, Max Power took the big man off his feet. A chorus of boos erupted around the arena. Max called for his finishing move, the Powerbomb, internally wondering if he would even be able to pull it off against a man this size. Taking a heavy breath, Max lifted the 350-pound Ivanowsky up into the air, and slammed him down to the mat with all his might. Exhausted, he collapsed on top of Ivanowsky for the cover.
"Here is your winner and STILL the Global Pro Wrestling Heavyweight Champion of the World...MAAAAXXXXX POOOOWWWWEERRRRRR!!!"
Slowly walking back up the ramp, Max slung the GPW World Heavyweight Title over his shoulder. It's placement was appropriate, as Max Power had been carrying the weight of Global Pro Wrestling on his shoulders for years. Despite all that he had accomplished, boos continued to rain down, seemingly from all directions. Reaching the top of the ramp, Max laid eyes upon an ecstatic young fan in the front row, no more than 7 years old, wearing a t-shirt that read "TAKE IT TO THE MAX!" He stopped for a moment, removed one of his armbands, and handed it over to the fan. His eyes lit up.
The child's eyes lit up as well. | By the way , since you and uni are RPing a little match between Drayden and Rabid Rob I figured I'd just have Jack book that match for next week. Do you guys have a finish for the match? Because we want to keep both guys looking strong going into Seattle. Maybe Sexton Love does a run-in to end the match as a DQ.
Originally I had plans for Rabid Rob and Mike Blaze as well, but we can cross that bridge once we get there. A crazy wildman and a hardcore wrestler seems like a perfect matchup. They would tear the entire arena apart. |
1,667 | 38 | 1 | 2,789 | 249 | As soon as he walked through the curtain, Max Power broke character.
"This is fucking bullshit."
Agents and producers quickly darted out of his path, as it was clear that Max had a chip on his shoulder. The personnel backstage kept their eyes firmly fixed on the ground, not even daring to look up at the reigning World Champion as he passed. After all of his success and all he had accomplished for Global Pro Wrestling, Max Power carried a certain level of respect. And more importantly a certain level of pull.
Max stepped into the office of Jack Flanagan, the owner of GPW and a long-time personal friend. Flanagan sat with his back to the doorway, gazing out a window.
"This is fucking bullshit."
Max waited for Jack's reply but when it did not come he continued, irritated that Flanagan would not even turn around to face him.
"These people have no fucking respect. After everything I've done in this business they want to treat me like this? It's fucking bullshit. I'm in there with a 7 foot tall Russian, and half the crowd still fucking boos me."
Another long pause.
"LOOK AT ME, JACK!"
Flanagan got up from his chair and turned around, a magazine clutched in his hands. He threw it down on the desk, before turning away again to look out the window. On the magazine cover there were two pictures of Max, waving the American flag and holding up the GPW World Title. The first was from 1986, the second was from 1996. The headline read, "OLD GLORY."
Max refused to even touch the magazine an looked down at it with utter contempt. He loathed the dirt sheets, and treated them as though they were as filthy as their moniker.
"You're right Max," came Jack's reply, "this is fucking bullshit."
This time Max was at a loss for words.
"The sheets are trying to say that you and I are out of touch, that this company is irrelevant, that the business has passed us by. It's fucking bullshit. We're going to prove them wrong, Max."
"What do you mean?"
"We're going back to the Garden," said Jack, turning to face Max once again.
"New York?"
"You're goddamn right," answered Jack, "Global Pro Wrestling presents Clash of the Titans, live from Madison Square Garden in New York City. Headlined By the GPW World Heavyweight Champion, the greatest World Champion in the history of this business, Max Power. I saw you out there tonight Max, and I know you still have the passion, you still have the heart. I know you have more to offer this business. You just need the right opponent. With the right opponent, with the proper heel, we can recapture the glory days."
"Who did you have in mind?" said Max.
"We have a roster full of young guys who want to step up and take that spot across from you. It's time for somebody to step up and grab the brass ring. At the end of the month, we've got the Battle in Seattle, and the winner of the Battle Royal will get a World Title shot against you at the Garden. That's the angle we're running. So we have until then to decide on who your opponent will ultimately be."
Again Max was at a loss for words. After all that had happened over the last year, with attendance down, with the fans turning on him, with the dirt sheets tearing him apart, Jack Flanagan still believed in him as Champion. He believed he could sell out Madison Square Garden, one last time.
"We're gonna show them Max. We're gonna show the world. We're gonna show everybody that this company is still worth a damn." | By the way , since you and uni are RPing a little match between Drayden and Rabid Rob I figured I'd just have Jack book that match for next week. Do you guys have a finish for the match? Because we want to keep both guys looking strong going into Seattle. Maybe Sexton Love does a run-in to end the match as a DQ.
Originally I had plans for Rabid Rob and Mike Blaze as well, but we can cross that bridge once we get there. A crazy wildman and a hardcore wrestler seems like a perfect matchup. They would tear the entire arena apart. |
1,668 | 38 | 2 | 2,080 | 138 | Watch the clotheslines.
Connor spoke the words carefully into his opponents ear as he clutched him close, then watched him stepped back as he was Irish Whipped towards the ring ropes. It was a routine he'd practised a million times: Irish Whip into ropes, clothesline, opponent pops back up, second clothesline, opponent goes for the reverse, counter into the DDT. Crowd boos as 'Rabid' Rob Reynolds goes for the pin. Kick out at two.
"Time to go home." Connor smiled down at the much younger wrestler, a local they'd brought in as a jobber for TV. Connor had made sure to run through his finishing move with the kid before the match, here's hoping he'd remembered their conversation. 'Rabid' Rob Reynolds leered over his battered opponent, then raised his head the the sky and let out a high pitched howl. His signature wolf howl. Even though he'd only been with PWG a short time, the crowd knew what it meant. This poor young man was about to get suplexed. Hard.
Connor leaned down and scooped the much smaller wrestler into a suplex hold. Just as they'd talked about, he raised him up and the kid did his best to post himself, hanging in the Vertical Suplex for what seemed like an eternity. The longer he held it, the more impressive it would look to the crowd. Finally, when it looked like he was beginning to wane (and his face started turning an unhealthy shade of purple), Connor ended it, bringing dropping him down and planting him with the slam. Just on the periphery of his hearing, he could make out the unmistakable sound of the commentary team screaming the name of his finisher down their microphones, really selling the move to the audience. The boos drowned out everything else as he crawled into the cover, lazily lifting his defeated opponent's leg up to signify the pin. One... two... three... ding ding ding.
"Your winner by pinfall... Rrrrrrabid Rob Reynolds!" The ring announcer called into his microphone as the sound tech did his job and began piping Ozzy Osbourne into the stadium. The referee stepped forward to raise Connor's hand. This was the part where he could really sell how much of an asshole Rob Reynolds really was. He shook off the hand, threatening him with a balled fist, before leaning over the defeated jobber and beginning to strike him repeatedly in the head. The referee immediately tried to pull Connor off of him, but was pushed back so that the beating could continue. The boos increased, if that were even possible, as more 'match officials' appeared and tried to pull him away from his fallen opponent, eventually requiring four referees to pull him off the man. Even then, 'Rabid' Rob Reynolds continued thrashing about like a wild animal, throwing elbows and headbutts towards anyone stupid enough to get within range. Finally, he was escorted back up the ramp and through the curtain, the crowd continuing to loudly boo him the entire way.
***
"Christ, did you see that crowd tonight? I got some pretty decent heat, but they fucking crucified Max during the title match. In all my years up in Fort George, I never saw a foreign heel cheered for." Connor turned towards Matt Edwards, another relative newcomer on the scene. He hadn't learned his real name yet, but had made sure to watch the match he'd had that night and was fairly impressed.
"Si, that was fucked up, man." A shorter man in a lucha mask joined in. "Don't know what is with these crowds.. back home, you cheer the good guys and boo the bad guys. These fans just want to boo everyone!"
"Right? Anyway.. did you hear the big news about the Battle in Seattle, Jimmy D reckons he overheard Flanagan saying he'll be putting a lot of the younger guys in the Battle Royal. Something about 'grabbing brass rings'. You reckon any of us are in for a chance?" | Name: Connor O'Malley a.k.a 'Rabid' Rob Reynolds
Hometown: Mackenzie, British Columbia, Canada
Height: 6' 2"
Weight: 257lbs
Entrance Music: Bark at the Moon - Ozzy Osbourne
Alignment: Tweener - Typically heel, but often plays the face role in feuds against other heels.
Gimmick: 'Rabid' Rob Reynolds might have been a normal member of society once. Nobody knows, since nobody knows anything of his past before he wandered out of the wilderness into the small town of Mackenzie, British Columbia. A social outcast with minimal vocabulary and a vicious temper, 'Rabid' Rob found work doing the only thing he knew how to do: Fight. Those crazy Canadian bastards shoved him in a wrestling ring each week and watched him tear his opponents to shreds. And now he's here in GPW, looking to do one thing and one thing only: Dominate!
Personality: Contrary to his wrestling persona, Connor is a pretty laid back character who prides himself on his cool head and good sense of humour. Fond of practical jokes and self-depricating humour, he isn't happy unless the whole backstage crew are chuckling at one of his many japes. Despite his outwardly happy appearance, Connor has suffered from alcoholism in the past, and has especially had trouble keeping his drinking under control since his divorce last year.
Biography: Born to a low-income family, his father was a mechanic and his mother had previously been an air stewardess, who lapsed into a severe depressive cycle when she lost her job after she had Connor and his younger brother, Thomas. The alcoholic spiral into which she threw herself ended up taking her from Connor's life before his eighth birthday, as she passed away of acute kidney and liver failure. Connor's father threw himself into his work, leaving Connor and Thomas to look after themselves for twelve hours a day. They passed the time in the usual ways: School, riding bikes and playing ball games. But the one time a week when they got to spend time with their father was when the three O'Malley boys would sit down on a Friday night and watch wrestling on the local TV station, broadcast from a small regional wresting company a few miles down the road called 'FGCW' or 'Fort George Championship Wrestling'.
When they were old enough, both Connor and Thomas went to tryouts for the FGCW and ended up training alongside their childhood heroes, the wrestlers whose national recognition was practically zero, but to Connor they were like gods. He listened to every piece of advice, followed every training regime and did everything the promoter and the veteran wrestlers told him to do and it wasn't long before he was getting involved, first by ring announcing, then by refereeing and occasionally playing the 'plucky newcomer' when they needed someone for a monster heel to squash. Finally, on his 19th birthday, he was rewarded with his first proper match and went on to become a mainstay of the FGCW undercard.
After a few years of not really going anywhere, Connor decided it was time to re-invent himself. He stopped performing under his own name and instead came up with the persona of 'Rabid' Rob Reynolds, the Wildman of British Columbia. He grew his beard out, stopped cutting or combing his hair and started painting himself with mud before every match. He changed his fighting style from that of a high-flying technical wrestler to more of a brawling powerhouse and went from playing the babyface to playing the badass monster heel. Although some of his fellow performers were skeptical at first, the rebranding turned out to be a massive hit with the audience and it wasn't long before 'Rabid' Rob Reynolds was headlining events and challenging for the top titles.
Unfortunately, it was around this time that he caught his wife in bed with another member of the FGCW roster, who he proceeded to beat the crap out of and had to be dragged off the man by four local policemen. Although the charges were eventually dropped, the company severely reprimanded both of the wrestlers and Connor fell out of favour with the promoter and the other higher-ups. His pending divorce and his increasing alcoholism finally caught up with him when he was booked to challenge for the FGCW Tag Team Championship at a television taping, but showed up so drunk that he passed out on the ring apron before his partner could even tag him in. The match ended quickly and as soon as he sobered up he was dragged into a room with the FGCW chairman, who fired him on the spot.
Now, having heard of the troubles happening at GPW, Connor has decided that a change of scenery is just what he needs to clear his head. He placed a call to Jack Flanagan, sent a couple of his old TV tapes over to GPW headquarters for them to look at, and was eventually called to come in for a trial. The rest, as they say, is history.
Wrestling Style: Brawling powerhouse.
Finishing Move/s:
'Howl at the Moon' (main finisher) - Vertical Suplex Slam, usually transitioned directly into a pin
'Wolfbite' (submission) - Crossface Half-Nelson Chokehold
Common Moves:
Double Underhook DDT
Multiple clothesline variants
Powerbomb
Powerslam
Multiple suplex variants |
1,669 | 38 | 3 | 2,301 | 766 | I-van, I-van, I-van! Mikhail Azarov muttered to himself after the match as he changed into his plain clothes. While he could get used to the praise, he imagined they were mostly cheering him on just to spite Max. He grinned to himself. How ridiculous. Word spread quickly around the place about that big match with Max Power. They were bringing in a new roster of wrestlers, some of which have already made names for themselves. Like Ivan. Now he was at the center of controversy, so to speak. Again, not much as to his charming good looks, but because Max got booed. A lot.
Poor Max.
Mikhail took off his ridiculous USSR sweat band and into his little locker. His costume wasn't much, to say the least. The sweatband, wrestling trunks, and his chest hair. He laughed again. Oh boy, he cracked himself up! What kind of person laughs at his own jokes? Putting on an XXL t-shirt, a green vest, some jeans, and a pair of relatively well polished shoes, he exited the quiet locker room. Some of his co-workers chatted around the place, most he did not recognized, but with the big show coming up, he assumed he would get to know them soon enough. But right now, he did not feel like socializing. He felt like going back to his hotel and watching TV. Or plotting his take-down of the capitalist regime.
He opened the door into the cool night, and thought back to the match again. How had they cheered him on? Ivan was not the good guy! Who cheers for a guy named Ivan? Some people could be so resentful. His stomach rumbled. He was hungry. Maybe he would stop by his local chicken place for some wings.
Truly, Mikhail was living the American dream. | Name: Mikhail 'Ivan' Azarov
Hometown: Fairbanks, Alaska "Moscow, Russia"
Height: 6'10
Weight: 354 Lbs
(edited for more dramatic effect)
Gimmick: Outstandingly Russian. Making fun of the now collapsed Soviet Union, "Ivan Ivanovich Ivanowsky" is on a quest for power, determined to destroy all capitalist pigs. Almost never has any allies, unless there is another wrestler who shares his deep appreciation for the glorious motherland and communism.
Personality: Believe it or not, Mikhail isn't actually a soviet extremist! While his parents did hail from Russia, they weren't particularly patriotic and didn't imbue any ideals onto him as a child. He laughs at almost everything, which can end up being quite inappropriate if someone is genuinely upset about something. He often ends up in a position of intimidation when conversing, he always stands too close to the person he's talking too. He usually doesn't step in if other people are at odds with each other, instead choosing to watch them sort it out among themselves.
Biography: Born in Fairbanks, Alaska many years before the collapse of the Soviet Union, his mother and father were never patriotic of their homeland, and never imbued any strong ideals onto him. He grew up fast, growing taller and heavier than his parents quite quickly in his youth. His low voice and up close demeanor often had people backing away from him and tending to stay away. As such, he never had too many friends, and never any close ones, but on the other hand, he never had any enemies either. Some made fun of his heritage and accent, but he simply laughed with them, and the would-be bullies just shrugged and walked away. What where they gonna do, attack him? Not at his height.
He worked manual labor jobs for a long while, construction, agriculture, even mining. He considered joining the army for a military career, but soon found a calling in professional wrestling. Employers picked him up and assigned him to the apparently obvious gimmick he has today. He figures it suits him well enough, and he enjoys being a goofy bad guy.
He began his professional career in a series of losses, often being a ploy, an easily defeated bad guy for up and coming babyfaces. He quite enjoyed being knocked over and dramatically falling over the top rope, tumbling downwards with his massive size. His first highlight was being crushed and humiliated by Max Powers back in the day.
The managers decided to do a little more with his character and had him defeat a minor hero in a shocking turn of events. His first rivalry, although ending him with him being defeated in a down to the wire battle, he stilled gained a little reputation as a proper villain, instead of an easily defeated goon.
Wrestling Style: Tall, weighty. Heavy punches, body slams, throws.
Finishing Moves: Soviet Solution: A large, dramatic choke-slam onto the map, followed by a running elbow drop.
Over the shoulder slam
Common Moves:
Head Punch
Atomic Drop
DDT
Irish Whip Rebound Slam/Punch
Sometimes he just runs at an opponent and bulldozes into them. Of course, it usually ends up being dodged.
Bulldog
Big Slap |
1,670 | 38 | 4 | 92 | 2,185 | Alex had been placed into the second match of the evening. Ever since he joined GPW they had been putting him in tag matches to see who he clicked with. No one was matching the style and persona that Alex had. Tonight it was some jobber who had been around for a long time. It was obvious they were running out of potential partners for him. Anyway they were up against a well established tag team who had been together and clicked. Alex and his 'partner' were set to lose by the jobber walking out on Alex and leaving him to fend for himself. It was coming up to the moment where Alex would get stabbed in the back like many times before. Alex's 'partner' was doing the cliche thing of getting the crap beat out of him, start a comeback, and knock the other legal competitor out the ring. The guy stumbled towards Alex and tagged him in. Alex quickly got over the ropes to 'help' his partner to stay standing. From the crowd chants of "RAZORBLADE" were going crazy. Alex whispered into the jobbers ear, "Get it over with." The jobber hit Alex in the gut and proceeded to hit him with a hard ddt. Boos echoed throughout as the jobber walked away. The legal competitor was climbing into the ring and rushed over to pin Alex. As every other time he kicked out just before three.
Alex started to mount a fairly decent comeback starting off with a side kick to the groggy opponent. He ran and bounced off the ropes delivering a bicycle kick. Climbing to the top turn buckle he was stopped by the other opponent. Having been knocked off the top rope the legal competitor quickly tagged his partner and followed with their usual tag team finishing move. With that Alex was pinned 1, 2, 3. He got a few cheers as he walked to the backstage. His night wasn't over though. After every failed partnership Alex had to give a backstage interview. It always went the same, "To every underdog out there. Just know this. Fear is conquerable. These guys who think they can keep me down via fear don't know me well enough. I will always stand back up until I prove to all the top dogs out there that we, the Underdogs, are the ones they should fear." Its true that he believes it, he just wants to be able to show the proof of what he says to all the fans out there.
Later that night he's sitting in the locker room. He listened to the other newcomers talk about the exciting news of the Battle In Seattle stipulation and told himself, "I hope this will finally be my time to shine." | Name: Alex "Razorblade" Hill
Hometown: Rockingham, North Carolina
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 231
Entrance Music: Wanted Dead or Alive - Bon Jovi
Alignment: Face
Gimmick: He is an underdog and opportunist. He prefers to be in multi-man matches or team ups which is where he thrives. He will help anyone who asks him. He tells the fans that he was just like them. A fan who wanted to be more. He will often say that if they try hard enough they can to. He stands up for the weak and aims for the top dogs. He has a chant that he often uses, "There's no need to fear. The Underdog is here."
Personality: Despite being super warm and nice to the fans backstage Alex is very closed off to others. He is somewhat anti-social but loves putting on his persona. He wishes he was more 'friendly' but doesn't know how to be. He truly does care for the fans and his co-workers even if it doesn't seem like it.
Biography:Alex didn't grow up in harsh conditions. He was a normal average fan like he says and wanted to be more. He grew up in an area with a lot of other kids who loved wrestling. They all would often gather together and have their own 'promotions' before gathering near a TV to watch the pros. Alex was one of the better kids in the area.
As all the kids grew older they all realized only a few of them were good enough to potentially live out all of their dreams. Eight kids in number gave up their individual dreams to help support the three best of their group, Alex being one of them. For the next two years they helped the three train and then one day they set up a dark match with a distant promotion. A 3-on-3 tag team match. They new blood lost horribly, but surprisingly the manager of the company signed two of the kids to join the CWA, Carolina Wrestling Association. For the next few months the two new guys were a dominant tag team and the more veteran teams didn't like them. They kept hassling the two inside the ring and out. It all culminated in a match between Alex and his partner against three members from various teams. Alex and his partner were doing well in the unscripted match until Alex's 'friend' hit him in the back of the head with a chair. Apparently the guy couldn't take the harassment and abandoned Alex and left the show for good.
After the horrible loss Alex started his Underdog Gimmick. Fans started eating it up. One guy betrayed vs the world. CWA's records were going through the roof. Then the company fell flat due to constant lawsuits from past competitors because of constant injuries. Alex started roaming from place to place in various indy scenes. The little reputation he had built in CWA was dwindling until an old veteran of GPW saw Alex perform and took the young guy under his wing and showed him the ropes of the big leagues. Alex trained harder than he ever had and when the vet thought he was ready he called Jack Flanagan to set up a trial match. Alex did better than ever before and signed a contract a few days later. And the rest is yet to come.
Wrestling Style: Fast paced brawler/opportunist (Imagine the resiliency of Dolph Ziggler combined with the opportunistic ability of Edge)
Finishing Move: Butterfly Suplex, Razor's Edge(Imagine Kaitlyn's Lotus Lock but putting the feet on the shoulder blades)
Common Moves: Spear
Diving dropkick
Bicycle Kick
Hurricanrana(I can't spell for crap)
Side Kick
Lionsault over the ropes
Shining Wizard
Spider Suplex |
1,671 | 38 | 5 | 889 | 383 | Mike Blaze tipped his chair back, leaning against the wall of the locker room and closing his eyes in thought. He'd been in contemplation for the better part of the night, since all he'd had to do during the show was shoot a couple of video promos for next week's show, and he got the feeling he would need some way to get the crowd on his side.
He'd been working for GPW for almost half a year now, and it was already feeling stale to him. The company had picked him up to compete with the hardcore federations, but the "hardcore" matches he'd been in at GPW were so tame they left everyone wanting something more. If he couldn't be extreme, he knew he was destined for jobber hell.
When he heard the words "Battle in Seattle" leave someone's mouth, though, he perked up and looked over at the gathered group.
"I figure most of us'll be in the B.R., but what is that even a shot at? Getting buried again in a match with Power? No fuckin' thanks, man."
He pulled a beer from the duffel bag beside him and cracked it open as he stood and walked over to the others.
"Flanagan's just going to figure out who'll put on the best match before taking the dive. Get Power cheered again, and screw the dude who made it happen. Story of the business." | Mike Blaze
Real name: Michael Richardson
Hometown: Chicago, IL
Age: 24
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 152 lb.
Entrance Music: Rage against the Machine - Know Your Enemy
Alignment: Face
Gimmick: An anti-authority hellraiser that competes for beer money, thrills, and the cheers of his fans. Mike does surprisingly little singles competition, often preferring to team up with other faces who are outnumbered or outmatched. He has no problem bringing foreign objects into a match, but only against opponents who "deserve it."
Personality: Mike is the kind of guy whose gimmick came from his real life. When not wrestling, he can usually be found at local punk clubs, or anywhere else he can have a great time and get into trouble. He's easy enough to get along with, but hates when people try to rein him in or keep him from doing what he wants, when he wants. His behavior could spell trouble for him in the near future, since it's a matter of time before he takes something too far.
Biography: Mike got his start in a backyard hardcore promotion called Garbage Pit Wrestling, and started jumping between other hardcore feds when it was shut down by a lawsuit from GPW. He managed to gather a small following among other punks, and recently got picked up by GPW itself when they decided to bring in some "extreme" talent to get the hardcore fans watching their shows.
Wrestling Style: Extreme high-flier, occasional hardcore brawler.
Finishing Move: "Blaze of Glory" - shooting star press, preferably through a table
Common Moves:
-Flying elbow/leg drop
-Missile dropkick
-Running bulldog
-Atomic drop
-Suicide dive
-Facebuster |
1,672 | 38 | 6 | 2,080 | 138 | Mike Blaze's reply caught Connor by surprise. Not least because from the way the guy had been leaned back in his chair with his eyes closed, he'd assumed he was asleep. Even so, the guy made sense. He'd seen it happen time and again. Promoters usually had one or two guys they wanted to hold the top belts, and everybody else had to make do with either doing the job for them or languishing in the midcard.
"Well yeah, but if that crowd is any indication the fans don't want Max Power any more. Even the great Jack Flanagan can only ignore that for so long. Perhaps we could be witnessing the dawn of a new age..." At this point, Connor stood dramatically, held a pretend microphone to his lips and put on his best impersonation of Flanagan's signature deep, raspy voice. "The Fall of Max Power!"
A laugh erupted from some of the wrestlers. Others just shifted uncomfortably. Those that had been here long enough knew that Mike was, in all likelihood, right on the money. There was a saying in the halls of GPW; "Only three things in life are certain: Death, taxes and Max Power going over!". | Name: Connor O'Malley a.k.a 'Rabid' Rob Reynolds
Hometown: Mackenzie, British Columbia, Canada
Height: 6' 2"
Weight: 257lbs
Entrance Music: Bark at the Moon - Ozzy Osbourne
Alignment: Tweener - Typically heel, but often plays the face role in feuds against other heels.
Gimmick: 'Rabid' Rob Reynolds might have been a normal member of society once. Nobody knows, since nobody knows anything of his past before he wandered out of the wilderness into the small town of Mackenzie, British Columbia. A social outcast with minimal vocabulary and a vicious temper, 'Rabid' Rob found work doing the only thing he knew how to do: Fight. Those crazy Canadian bastards shoved him in a wrestling ring each week and watched him tear his opponents to shreds. And now he's here in GPW, looking to do one thing and one thing only: Dominate!
Personality: Contrary to his wrestling persona, Connor is a pretty laid back character who prides himself on his cool head and good sense of humour. Fond of practical jokes and self-depricating humour, he isn't happy unless the whole backstage crew are chuckling at one of his many japes. Despite his outwardly happy appearance, Connor has suffered from alcoholism in the past, and has especially had trouble keeping his drinking under control since his divorce last year.
Biography: Born to a low-income family, his father was a mechanic and his mother had previously been an air stewardess, who lapsed into a severe depressive cycle when she lost her job after she had Connor and his younger brother, Thomas. The alcoholic spiral into which she threw herself ended up taking her from Connor's life before his eighth birthday, as she passed away of acute kidney and liver failure. Connor's father threw himself into his work, leaving Connor and Thomas to look after themselves for twelve hours a day. They passed the time in the usual ways: School, riding bikes and playing ball games. But the one time a week when they got to spend time with their father was when the three O'Malley boys would sit down on a Friday night and watch wrestling on the local TV station, broadcast from a small regional wresting company a few miles down the road called 'FGCW' or 'Fort George Championship Wrestling'.
When they were old enough, both Connor and Thomas went to tryouts for the FGCW and ended up training alongside their childhood heroes, the wrestlers whose national recognition was practically zero, but to Connor they were like gods. He listened to every piece of advice, followed every training regime and did everything the promoter and the veteran wrestlers told him to do and it wasn't long before he was getting involved, first by ring announcing, then by refereeing and occasionally playing the 'plucky newcomer' when they needed someone for a monster heel to squash. Finally, on his 19th birthday, he was rewarded with his first proper match and went on to become a mainstay of the FGCW undercard.
After a few years of not really going anywhere, Connor decided it was time to re-invent himself. He stopped performing under his own name and instead came up with the persona of 'Rabid' Rob Reynolds, the Wildman of British Columbia. He grew his beard out, stopped cutting or combing his hair and started painting himself with mud before every match. He changed his fighting style from that of a high-flying technical wrestler to more of a brawling powerhouse and went from playing the babyface to playing the badass monster heel. Although some of his fellow performers were skeptical at first, the rebranding turned out to be a massive hit with the audience and it wasn't long before 'Rabid' Rob Reynolds was headlining events and challenging for the top titles.
Unfortunately, it was around this time that he caught his wife in bed with another member of the FGCW roster, who he proceeded to beat the crap out of and had to be dragged off the man by four local policemen. Although the charges were eventually dropped, the company severely reprimanded both of the wrestlers and Connor fell out of favour with the promoter and the other higher-ups. His pending divorce and his increasing alcoholism finally caught up with him when he was booked to challenge for the FGCW Tag Team Championship at a television taping, but showed up so drunk that he passed out on the ring apron before his partner could even tag him in. The match ended quickly and as soon as he sobered up he was dragged into a room with the FGCW chairman, who fired him on the spot.
Now, having heard of the troubles happening at GPW, Connor has decided that a change of scenery is just what he needs to clear his head. He placed a call to Jack Flanagan, sent a couple of his old TV tapes over to GPW headquarters for them to look at, and was eventually called to come in for a trial. The rest, as they say, is history.
Wrestling Style: Brawling powerhouse.
Finishing Move/s:
'Howl at the Moon' (main finisher) - Vertical Suplex Slam, usually transitioned directly into a pin
'Wolfbite' (submission) - Crossface Half-Nelson Chokehold
Common Moves:
Double Underhook DDT
Multiple clothesline variants
Powerbomb
Powerslam
Multiple suplex variants |
1,673 | 38 | 7 | 2,573 | 1,662 | Drayden hadn’t been booked for a match that night, and was in civilian clothes backstage. He didn’t mind having a day off, though if anyone asked him personally he’d attribute the lack of himself on the card to the crucifixion of Max Power. But nobody asked him, and Drayden was too respectful to bring it up. He waited until Max Power left the boss’s office before he let himself in. He barely waited for the door to swing closed before he walked inside, looking at Jack at the desk. He already knew the plan for the Battle Royale, but he had a different idea. “Jack, let’s talk.” He said, giving the boss a respectful smile as he let the door shut before him. He walked in front of the desk before he began his spiel.
“I’m not gonna be in that Battle Royale. I’ve got another plan. You’re gonna put the I.N. strap on me at the Battle in Seattle, alright? Just give it to me and I’ll run with it. Let me defend against Sexton at a regular taping. Then, at the Clash of the Titans, at the Garden… Give me and that lucha kid 15, maybe 20 minutes. I’ll win, we’ll shake hands and I’ll raise his hand in front of the crowd. There you go, a new star, built in front of a sold out a Garden. I know he’s already huge in Mexico, but he ain’t shit in the states. And I can help make him.” Drayden paused for a moment to gauge Jack’s reaction, but he wasn’t quite done laying out his plan yet.
“From there, I’ll launch into an open challenge every pay-per-view, maybe a couple of tapings. Let me and that Blaze kid work out a real hardcore match. Give me 15 minutes every pay-per-view, and I’ll turn all of these people you got into stars. You can’t stay on Max forever, man. You know that, deep down you know that. Let me change things, I’m begging you, man. I can do it. Maybe, after a few months of me putting on clinics at the pay-per-views, you book me and Max in a title-for-title match. Put the belt on me and then hold a tournament for the International Title. After all my work, people will pay just to see it.” Drayden ran a hand through his short hair before finishing up.
“You’ve got a roster of amazing workers just waiting to step up. What do you think, Jack?” | Name: Bill Stevenson AKA Drayden
Hometown: Austin, Texas
Height: 6’5”
Weight: 285
Entrance Music: Dink
Alignment: Face
Gimmick: He almost has two gimmicks. In matches, he’s often intense and methodically destroys his opponents with careful technical wrestling. In backstage segments and promos, he’s a little more loose and silly. Think Kurt Angle in the 90s/early 2000s. Stuff like this. He can be a little rough on the crowd in certain promos, but for the most part he gets pretty decent pops because most people love to see someone get torn apart, and when Drayden’s coming down, they know that’ll likely be the case. He has an odd air of charisma around him that attracts people to him.
Personality: He’s the best worker backstage, and has been with the company for a long time. Newer wrestlers look to him for tips and encouragement, and the ones that have been around as long as he has know he takes no bullshit. He’ll stiff someone in the ring if they’re trying to politic him backstage. He’s very blatant with the boss, very simply declining to job to anyone he thinks is beneath him, or he thinks he could have a money match with if it’s promoted properly. His finishers are heavily protected; he’ll refuse to use them if they won’t get the pin. Drayden is respected by most everyone backstage, and is usually happy with whatever storylines he’s in, most always in the upper midcard nowadays. He avoids the main event because he feels like he’ll end jobbing to Max Power, someone he does not respect in the slightest, believing that Max is ‘holding the business back.’
He’s been here for a couple of years now, and is trusted by the bookers and agents to put on good, safe matches with everyone, to the point that newcomers are often booked in matches with him(if you can’t have a good match with Drayden, you’re in the wrong business). Sometimes this strategy fails, because Drayden is capable of carrying matches with sloppier workers.
He’s the judge of ‘wrestler’s court’ backstage, and much prefers to be called ‘Drayden’ as opposed to ‘Bill,’ even by his fellow workers backstage.
Biography: An absolute freak athlete, Bill Stevenson was able to make his body do things that other people didn’t think were possible from a young age. In college and highschool, he was a wrestler and an unbelievably skilled one. He was an Olympic medalist before joining the GPW, where his highly advanced technical wrestling skills allowed him to easily slip into the business. He started as a heel, considering himself better than other people in the company due to his background, but was quickly humbled by a couple of the old hands in the ring. Since then, his character has been a face, and he excites crowds with his wonderful wrestling. He had a few world title shots early on, but came short everytime. After that, he found a spot in the upper midcard, where he puts on five star matches almost every week. As he’s moved on, his wrestling style has evolved from one composed of takedowns and suplexes, to a varied one, with plenty of striking and more traditional moves: i.e., powerbombs, spinebusters, etc, and the occasional top rope maneuver.
He’s comfortable and happy in his spot, and enjoys giving promos, which he’s found himself to end up being very good at. He rarely loses matches unless they’re on pay-per-view and against up-and-coming heels, or faces that he respects backstage. Backstage, he’s currently gunning for the GPW International Championship, which he hopes to capture and bring to the light as the ‘workhorse’ title, having no interest in being fed to the unbeatable Max Power.
He’s been consistently bringing this up with Jack, saying that, as Drayden, he can bring prestige to the IN title and make it one worth watching the show for.
Wrestling Style: Technical brawler
Finishing Move: Pop-up powerbomb, Olympic Slam
Common Moves: Moonsault(his ultimate move, only used in dire situations. He’s well aware of how dangerous it is, but often does it anyway, calling it in the ring)
German suplex
Tiger suplex
Belly-to-belly suplex
Crossface chickenwing
Lou Thesz Press
Big boot
DDT
Triple non-release powerbombs
Spinebuster |
1,674 | 38 | 8 | 92 | 2,185 | Alex walked over to the group talking and said, "Yeah, its obvious whoever wins is gonna get buried. So just hope they don't ask you to win. Show the fans your skills and get them chanting for you. The story writers will notice who the fans like. Then you just gotta hope they don't set you up high just to make you fall. Best thing to do is hope you come second. Everyone is gonna forget the guy Max beats. They might not forget the guy who came close."
Alex knew that these guys already knew what he was saying. He was saying this more for himself. He was also trying to gauge the other newcomers. Wanted to know who he would potentially be wrestling against in the years to come. "I honestly just hope that Max's fall comes sooner rather than later. I'm tired of low level matches. I want some real competition. Not working with jobbers who don't want to get higher than they already are." | Name: Alex "Razorblade" Hill
Hometown: Rockingham, North Carolina
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 231
Entrance Music: Wanted Dead or Alive - Bon Jovi
Alignment: Face
Gimmick: He is an underdog and opportunist. He prefers to be in multi-man matches or team ups which is where he thrives. He will help anyone who asks him. He tells the fans that he was just like them. A fan who wanted to be more. He will often say that if they try hard enough they can to. He stands up for the weak and aims for the top dogs. He has a chant that he often uses, "There's no need to fear. The Underdog is here."
Personality: Despite being super warm and nice to the fans backstage Alex is very closed off to others. He is somewhat anti-social but loves putting on his persona. He wishes he was more 'friendly' but doesn't know how to be. He truly does care for the fans and his co-workers even if it doesn't seem like it.
Biography:Alex didn't grow up in harsh conditions. He was a normal average fan like he says and wanted to be more. He grew up in an area with a lot of other kids who loved wrestling. They all would often gather together and have their own 'promotions' before gathering near a TV to watch the pros. Alex was one of the better kids in the area.
As all the kids grew older they all realized only a few of them were good enough to potentially live out all of their dreams. Eight kids in number gave up their individual dreams to help support the three best of their group, Alex being one of them. For the next two years they helped the three train and then one day they set up a dark match with a distant promotion. A 3-on-3 tag team match. They new blood lost horribly, but surprisingly the manager of the company signed two of the kids to join the CWA, Carolina Wrestling Association. For the next few months the two new guys were a dominant tag team and the more veteran teams didn't like them. They kept hassling the two inside the ring and out. It all culminated in a match between Alex and his partner against three members from various teams. Alex and his partner were doing well in the unscripted match until Alex's 'friend' hit him in the back of the head with a chair. Apparently the guy couldn't take the harassment and abandoned Alex and left the show for good.
After the horrible loss Alex started his Underdog Gimmick. Fans started eating it up. One guy betrayed vs the world. CWA's records were going through the roof. Then the company fell flat due to constant lawsuits from past competitors because of constant injuries. Alex started roaming from place to place in various indy scenes. The little reputation he had built in CWA was dwindling until an old veteran of GPW saw Alex perform and took the young guy under his wing and showed him the ropes of the big leagues. Alex trained harder than he ever had and when the vet thought he was ready he called Jack Flanagan to set up a trial match. Alex did better than ever before and signed a contract a few days later. And the rest is yet to come.
Wrestling Style: Fast paced brawler/opportunist (Imagine the resiliency of Dolph Ziggler combined with the opportunistic ability of Edge)
Finishing Move: Butterfly Suplex, Razor's Edge(Imagine Kaitlyn's Lotus Lock but putting the feet on the shoulder blades)
Common Moves: Spear
Diving dropkick
Bicycle Kick
Hurricanrana(I can't spell for crap)
Side Kick
Lionsault over the ropes
Shining Wizard
Spider Suplex |
1,675 | 38 | 9 | 889 | 383 | Max raised his beer at Alex's words.
"Fuckin' A. I always want to get higher than I already am."
He chuckled a bit, then nodded.
"But seriously. I think we all want that. It's just a matter of whether or not we get the chance to climb up. Flanagan talks about grabbing the brass ring, but it keeps getting pulled out of reach. If we want to get over, we have to figure out our own way." | Mike Blaze
Real name: Michael Richardson
Hometown: Chicago, IL
Age: 24
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 152 lb.
Entrance Music: Rage against the Machine - Know Your Enemy
Alignment: Face
Gimmick: An anti-authority hellraiser that competes for beer money, thrills, and the cheers of his fans. Mike does surprisingly little singles competition, often preferring to team up with other faces who are outnumbered or outmatched. He has no problem bringing foreign objects into a match, but only against opponents who "deserve it."
Personality: Mike is the kind of guy whose gimmick came from his real life. When not wrestling, he can usually be found at local punk clubs, or anywhere else he can have a great time and get into trouble. He's easy enough to get along with, but hates when people try to rein him in or keep him from doing what he wants, when he wants. His behavior could spell trouble for him in the near future, since it's a matter of time before he takes something too far.
Biography: Mike got his start in a backyard hardcore promotion called Garbage Pit Wrestling, and started jumping between other hardcore feds when it was shut down by a lawsuit from GPW. He managed to gather a small following among other punks, and recently got picked up by GPW itself when they decided to bring in some "extreme" talent to get the hardcore fans watching their shows.
Wrestling Style: Extreme high-flier, occasional hardcore brawler.
Finishing Move: "Blaze of Glory" - shooting star press, preferably through a table
Common Moves:
-Flying elbow/leg drop
-Missile dropkick
-Running bulldog
-Atomic drop
-Suicide dive
-Facebuster |
1,676 | 38 | 10 | 2,080 | 138 | Maybe. But I for one plan to keep showing the old man I'm willing to try. He might not be interested in pushing any of us right now, but that doesn't mean he can't bury us. Connor mused, knowing full well what would happen if he tried to get over on his own. Besides, as a heel he was getting pretty decent heat at the moment. Not quite 'Ivan Ivanowsky in his heyday' heat, but decent. Who knows, if he kept going at this rate he might even get a legitimate shot at the Champion at some point? A guy could dream.
"Speaking of which, I'm gonna pay Flanagan a visit before I head off for the night. The sooner I know what he's got planned for me at the Battle, the more time I have to prepare something good! See you guys at the next show!" He added, picking up his kitbag. He left the room to a murmur of "See ya"s and "Catch you later"s and headed in the direction of Jack Flanagan's office. | Name: Connor O'Malley a.k.a 'Rabid' Rob Reynolds
Hometown: Mackenzie, British Columbia, Canada
Height: 6' 2"
Weight: 257lbs
Entrance Music: Bark at the Moon - Ozzy Osbourne
Alignment: Tweener - Typically heel, but often plays the face role in feuds against other heels.
Gimmick: 'Rabid' Rob Reynolds might have been a normal member of society once. Nobody knows, since nobody knows anything of his past before he wandered out of the wilderness into the small town of Mackenzie, British Columbia. A social outcast with minimal vocabulary and a vicious temper, 'Rabid' Rob found work doing the only thing he knew how to do: Fight. Those crazy Canadian bastards shoved him in a wrestling ring each week and watched him tear his opponents to shreds. And now he's here in GPW, looking to do one thing and one thing only: Dominate!
Personality: Contrary to his wrestling persona, Connor is a pretty laid back character who prides himself on his cool head and good sense of humour. Fond of practical jokes and self-depricating humour, he isn't happy unless the whole backstage crew are chuckling at one of his many japes. Despite his outwardly happy appearance, Connor has suffered from alcoholism in the past, and has especially had trouble keeping his drinking under control since his divorce last year.
Biography: Born to a low-income family, his father was a mechanic and his mother had previously been an air stewardess, who lapsed into a severe depressive cycle when she lost her job after she had Connor and his younger brother, Thomas. The alcoholic spiral into which she threw herself ended up taking her from Connor's life before his eighth birthday, as she passed away of acute kidney and liver failure. Connor's father threw himself into his work, leaving Connor and Thomas to look after themselves for twelve hours a day. They passed the time in the usual ways: School, riding bikes and playing ball games. But the one time a week when they got to spend time with their father was when the three O'Malley boys would sit down on a Friday night and watch wrestling on the local TV station, broadcast from a small regional wresting company a few miles down the road called 'FGCW' or 'Fort George Championship Wrestling'.
When they were old enough, both Connor and Thomas went to tryouts for the FGCW and ended up training alongside their childhood heroes, the wrestlers whose national recognition was practically zero, but to Connor they were like gods. He listened to every piece of advice, followed every training regime and did everything the promoter and the veteran wrestlers told him to do and it wasn't long before he was getting involved, first by ring announcing, then by refereeing and occasionally playing the 'plucky newcomer' when they needed someone for a monster heel to squash. Finally, on his 19th birthday, he was rewarded with his first proper match and went on to become a mainstay of the FGCW undercard.
After a few years of not really going anywhere, Connor decided it was time to re-invent himself. He stopped performing under his own name and instead came up with the persona of 'Rabid' Rob Reynolds, the Wildman of British Columbia. He grew his beard out, stopped cutting or combing his hair and started painting himself with mud before every match. He changed his fighting style from that of a high-flying technical wrestler to more of a brawling powerhouse and went from playing the babyface to playing the badass monster heel. Although some of his fellow performers were skeptical at first, the rebranding turned out to be a massive hit with the audience and it wasn't long before 'Rabid' Rob Reynolds was headlining events and challenging for the top titles.
Unfortunately, it was around this time that he caught his wife in bed with another member of the FGCW roster, who he proceeded to beat the crap out of and had to be dragged off the man by four local policemen. Although the charges were eventually dropped, the company severely reprimanded both of the wrestlers and Connor fell out of favour with the promoter and the other higher-ups. His pending divorce and his increasing alcoholism finally caught up with him when he was booked to challenge for the FGCW Tag Team Championship at a television taping, but showed up so drunk that he passed out on the ring apron before his partner could even tag him in. The match ended quickly and as soon as he sobered up he was dragged into a room with the FGCW chairman, who fired him on the spot.
Now, having heard of the troubles happening at GPW, Connor has decided that a change of scenery is just what he needs to clear his head. He placed a call to Jack Flanagan, sent a couple of his old TV tapes over to GPW headquarters for them to look at, and was eventually called to come in for a trial. The rest, as they say, is history.
Wrestling Style: Brawling powerhouse.
Finishing Move/s:
'Howl at the Moon' (main finisher) - Vertical Suplex Slam, usually transitioned directly into a pin
'Wolfbite' (submission) - Crossface Half-Nelson Chokehold
Common Moves:
Double Underhook DDT
Multiple clothesline variants
Powerbomb
Powerslam
Multiple suplex variants |
1,677 | 38 | 11 | 2,789 | 249 | Jack leaned back in his chair, listening to the plan that Drayden laid out. If anything, he had to credit Drayden for his nerve. Not many performers would have the audacity to storm into the office of the most powerful man in professional wrestling and start making demands. Then again, not many performers were Olympic level wrestlers built like a brick shithouse. Fear simply did not register with the Man They Called Drayden.
Drayden proposed, or more accurately demanded, that he be given a run with the GPW International Championship, the company's secondary title. A title that actually predated the GPW World Heavyweight Championship in the pages of wrestling history. The International Title was often used to help elevate new stars, and Drayden guaranteed Jack that as Champion he would do exactly that. Jack couldn't help but admire his arrogance, and he agreed that Drayden would be a perfect match-up for the current Champion, Sexton Love.
"Ha, ha, ha!" began Jack, using his signature booming fake laugh, "I have to tell you Drayden, I like to see a guy that's willing to grab life by the balls, and I like the idea of the International Title around your waist. But let's not just jump into this thing right away. Let's build to it."
Jack leaned forward, ensuring he had Drayden's full attention before continuing with his pitch.
"We need a big match on the undercard for the Battle in Seattle," said Jack, "and I agree that Drayden vs. Sexton Love for the International Title should be that match. But I also think that this Battle Royal needs as much star power as it can get. So here's what I'm proposing. We book a dirty finish that let's Sexton Love retain the Title in Seattle. Get some nice heat on him. Then later in the night you come out for the Battle Royal with a huge chip on your shoudler. You're suplexing guys left, right, and center. Then finally you get your hands on Sexton Love, and you toss his ass right over the top rope! This sets-up a rematch in the Garden, where you go over to become the new International Champion! The damndest International Champion we've ever seen!"
Jack took a deep a breath, having gotten someone lost in his own vision.
"So what do you think?" | By the way , since you and uni are RPing a little match between Drayden and Rabid Rob I figured I'd just have Jack book that match for next week. Do you guys have a finish for the match? Because we want to keep both guys looking strong going into Seattle. Maybe Sexton Love does a run-in to end the match as a DQ.
Originally I had plans for Rabid Rob and Mike Blaze as well, but we can cross that bridge once we get there. A crazy wildman and a hardcore wrestler seems like a perfect matchup. They would tear the entire arena apart. |
1,678 | 38 | 12 | 2,573 | 1,662 | Drayden listened to Jack’s proposal before he gave a content nod. “Alright, I can do that.” He said after a few seconds of consideration. Sure, it wasn’t exactly what he’d asked for, but he could only expect to influence Jack, not change him completely. “But don’t be surprised when people start coming to see me defend that belt rather than to see Max Power squash whatever up and coming heel you’ve got headed his way. Once I get that belt, I’m gonna run with it. Take it to the moon and beyond, nothing’s gonna stop me. You think my record book looks good now? Wait until I start putting on clinics with that belt around my waist. You made a good choice boss, thanks for hearing me out,” Drayden smiled and gave the boss a nod before he slipped out of the office.
As he opened the door, he met eyes with Connor and smiled. “Hey, man. Good to see ya. Just had a talk with the boss, he’s in a pretty good mood… This is your shot, lay whatever you got out on the table.” Drayden put a hand on Connor’s shoulder and nodded before he headed off out of the building, on his way to his hotel room for the night, to list the days until the belt was his, and things could maybe finally start to look up around here. | Name: Bill Stevenson AKA Drayden
Hometown: Austin, Texas
Height: 6’5”
Weight: 285
Entrance Music: Dink
Alignment: Face
Gimmick: He almost has two gimmicks. In matches, he’s often intense and methodically destroys his opponents with careful technical wrestling. In backstage segments and promos, he’s a little more loose and silly. Think Kurt Angle in the 90s/early 2000s. Stuff like this. He can be a little rough on the crowd in certain promos, but for the most part he gets pretty decent pops because most people love to see someone get torn apart, and when Drayden’s coming down, they know that’ll likely be the case. He has an odd air of charisma around him that attracts people to him.
Personality: He’s the best worker backstage, and has been with the company for a long time. Newer wrestlers look to him for tips and encouragement, and the ones that have been around as long as he has know he takes no bullshit. He’ll stiff someone in the ring if they’re trying to politic him backstage. He’s very blatant with the boss, very simply declining to job to anyone he thinks is beneath him, or he thinks he could have a money match with if it’s promoted properly. His finishers are heavily protected; he’ll refuse to use them if they won’t get the pin. Drayden is respected by most everyone backstage, and is usually happy with whatever storylines he’s in, most always in the upper midcard nowadays. He avoids the main event because he feels like he’ll end jobbing to Max Power, someone he does not respect in the slightest, believing that Max is ‘holding the business back.’
He’s been here for a couple of years now, and is trusted by the bookers and agents to put on good, safe matches with everyone, to the point that newcomers are often booked in matches with him(if you can’t have a good match with Drayden, you’re in the wrong business). Sometimes this strategy fails, because Drayden is capable of carrying matches with sloppier workers.
He’s the judge of ‘wrestler’s court’ backstage, and much prefers to be called ‘Drayden’ as opposed to ‘Bill,’ even by his fellow workers backstage.
Biography: An absolute freak athlete, Bill Stevenson was able to make his body do things that other people didn’t think were possible from a young age. In college and highschool, he was a wrestler and an unbelievably skilled one. He was an Olympic medalist before joining the GPW, where his highly advanced technical wrestling skills allowed him to easily slip into the business. He started as a heel, considering himself better than other people in the company due to his background, but was quickly humbled by a couple of the old hands in the ring. Since then, his character has been a face, and he excites crowds with his wonderful wrestling. He had a few world title shots early on, but came short everytime. After that, he found a spot in the upper midcard, where he puts on five star matches almost every week. As he’s moved on, his wrestling style has evolved from one composed of takedowns and suplexes, to a varied one, with plenty of striking and more traditional moves: i.e., powerbombs, spinebusters, etc, and the occasional top rope maneuver.
He’s comfortable and happy in his spot, and enjoys giving promos, which he’s found himself to end up being very good at. He rarely loses matches unless they’re on pay-per-view and against up-and-coming heels, or faces that he respects backstage. Backstage, he’s currently gunning for the GPW International Championship, which he hopes to capture and bring to the light as the ‘workhorse’ title, having no interest in being fed to the unbeatable Max Power.
He’s been consistently bringing this up with Jack, saying that, as Drayden, he can bring prestige to the IN title and make it one worth watching the show for.
Wrestling Style: Technical brawler
Finishing Move: Pop-up powerbomb, Olympic Slam
Common Moves: Moonsault(his ultimate move, only used in dire situations. He’s well aware of how dangerous it is, but often does it anyway, calling it in the ring)
German suplex
Tiger suplex
Belly-to-belly suplex
Crossface chickenwing
Lou Thesz Press
Big boot
DDT
Triple non-release powerbombs
Spinebuster |
1,679 | 38 | 13 | 2,080 | 138 | Thanks, Drayden. See you at the next show! Connor called after the veteran as he watched him disappear down the hallway. Having watched several of Drayden's matches over the last few weeks, it occurred to Connor that this was probably the guy he most wanted to step into a ring with at the moment. Even if he lost, putting on a good match with Drayden was just one of those things that always made the fans sit up and pay attention.
Connor knocked at the half-open door before leaning in and poking his head around it. The office was a little darker than he was expecting, but even in the low light he managed to make out the stark figure of Jack Flanagan reclining in a high-backed chair.
"Hey boss. You got a sec? Was hoping to talk a bit about your plans for the Battle in Seattle." | Name: Connor O'Malley a.k.a 'Rabid' Rob Reynolds
Hometown: Mackenzie, British Columbia, Canada
Height: 6' 2"
Weight: 257lbs
Entrance Music: Bark at the Moon - Ozzy Osbourne
Alignment: Tweener - Typically heel, but often plays the face role in feuds against other heels.
Gimmick: 'Rabid' Rob Reynolds might have been a normal member of society once. Nobody knows, since nobody knows anything of his past before he wandered out of the wilderness into the small town of Mackenzie, British Columbia. A social outcast with minimal vocabulary and a vicious temper, 'Rabid' Rob found work doing the only thing he knew how to do: Fight. Those crazy Canadian bastards shoved him in a wrestling ring each week and watched him tear his opponents to shreds. And now he's here in GPW, looking to do one thing and one thing only: Dominate!
Personality: Contrary to his wrestling persona, Connor is a pretty laid back character who prides himself on his cool head and good sense of humour. Fond of practical jokes and self-depricating humour, he isn't happy unless the whole backstage crew are chuckling at one of his many japes. Despite his outwardly happy appearance, Connor has suffered from alcoholism in the past, and has especially had trouble keeping his drinking under control since his divorce last year.
Biography: Born to a low-income family, his father was a mechanic and his mother had previously been an air stewardess, who lapsed into a severe depressive cycle when she lost her job after she had Connor and his younger brother, Thomas. The alcoholic spiral into which she threw herself ended up taking her from Connor's life before his eighth birthday, as she passed away of acute kidney and liver failure. Connor's father threw himself into his work, leaving Connor and Thomas to look after themselves for twelve hours a day. They passed the time in the usual ways: School, riding bikes and playing ball games. But the one time a week when they got to spend time with their father was when the three O'Malley boys would sit down on a Friday night and watch wrestling on the local TV station, broadcast from a small regional wresting company a few miles down the road called 'FGCW' or 'Fort George Championship Wrestling'.
When they were old enough, both Connor and Thomas went to tryouts for the FGCW and ended up training alongside their childhood heroes, the wrestlers whose national recognition was practically zero, but to Connor they were like gods. He listened to every piece of advice, followed every training regime and did everything the promoter and the veteran wrestlers told him to do and it wasn't long before he was getting involved, first by ring announcing, then by refereeing and occasionally playing the 'plucky newcomer' when they needed someone for a monster heel to squash. Finally, on his 19th birthday, he was rewarded with his first proper match and went on to become a mainstay of the FGCW undercard.
After a few years of not really going anywhere, Connor decided it was time to re-invent himself. He stopped performing under his own name and instead came up with the persona of 'Rabid' Rob Reynolds, the Wildman of British Columbia. He grew his beard out, stopped cutting or combing his hair and started painting himself with mud before every match. He changed his fighting style from that of a high-flying technical wrestler to more of a brawling powerhouse and went from playing the babyface to playing the badass monster heel. Although some of his fellow performers were skeptical at first, the rebranding turned out to be a massive hit with the audience and it wasn't long before 'Rabid' Rob Reynolds was headlining events and challenging for the top titles.
Unfortunately, it was around this time that he caught his wife in bed with another member of the FGCW roster, who he proceeded to beat the crap out of and had to be dragged off the man by four local policemen. Although the charges were eventually dropped, the company severely reprimanded both of the wrestlers and Connor fell out of favour with the promoter and the other higher-ups. His pending divorce and his increasing alcoholism finally caught up with him when he was booked to challenge for the FGCW Tag Team Championship at a television taping, but showed up so drunk that he passed out on the ring apron before his partner could even tag him in. The match ended quickly and as soon as he sobered up he was dragged into a room with the FGCW chairman, who fired him on the spot.
Now, having heard of the troubles happening at GPW, Connor has decided that a change of scenery is just what he needs to clear his head. He placed a call to Jack Flanagan, sent a couple of his old TV tapes over to GPW headquarters for them to look at, and was eventually called to come in for a trial. The rest, as they say, is history.
Wrestling Style: Brawling powerhouse.
Finishing Move/s:
'Howl at the Moon' (main finisher) - Vertical Suplex Slam, usually transitioned directly into a pin
'Wolfbite' (submission) - Crossface Half-Nelson Chokehold
Common Moves:
Double Underhook DDT
Multiple clothesline variants
Powerbomb
Powerslam
Multiple suplex variants |
1,680 | 38 | 14 | 2,789 | 249 | Ha, ha ha! And they keep on coming! said Flanagan as Connor stepped into his office.
Of the many promosisng young stars in Global Pro Wrestling, without question Connor O'Malley was one of the best. As "Rabib" Rob Reynolds, the Wildman of Britich Columbia, Connor had quickly developed into one of the top heels in the company. "Rabid" Rob was a character with a dangerous edge, and he could be booked as a convincing threat to just about anybody on the roster, including the World Heavyweight Champion Max Power. He was definitely an early favorite to win the Battle Royal, and Jack suspected that he knew it. After all, a certain level of ego was basically a requirement in order to be successful in the wrestling business. Flanagan himself was living proof of that.
"I would love to talk about the Battle in Seattle," said Jack, offering Connor the chair across from him, "but I also want to talk to you about next week..." | By the way , since you and uni are RPing a little match between Drayden and Rabid Rob I figured I'd just have Jack book that match for next week. Do you guys have a finish for the match? Because we want to keep both guys looking strong going into Seattle. Maybe Sexton Love does a run-in to end the match as a DQ.
Originally I had plans for Rabid Rob and Mike Blaze as well, but we can cross that bridge once we get there. A crazy wildman and a hardcore wrestler seems like a perfect matchup. They would tear the entire arena apart. |
1,681 | 38 | 15 | 2,080 | 138 | Connor was caught a little off-guard by the redirect, but it was something he really should have come to expect around the wiley old businessman. It was often difficult to get a straight answer out of Jack Flanagan, and that's on the rare occasions that he gave you an answer at all. Unfortunately, as the owner and booker of the company, there was very little Connor could do but roll with it.
"Uh... yeah, absolutely. What did you have in mind?" Connor answered, carefully placing himself down in the seat he had been offered. | Name: Connor O'Malley a.k.a 'Rabid' Rob Reynolds
Hometown: Mackenzie, British Columbia, Canada
Height: 6' 2"
Weight: 257lbs
Entrance Music: Bark at the Moon - Ozzy Osbourne
Alignment: Tweener - Typically heel, but often plays the face role in feuds against other heels.
Gimmick: 'Rabid' Rob Reynolds might have been a normal member of society once. Nobody knows, since nobody knows anything of his past before he wandered out of the wilderness into the small town of Mackenzie, British Columbia. A social outcast with minimal vocabulary and a vicious temper, 'Rabid' Rob found work doing the only thing he knew how to do: Fight. Those crazy Canadian bastards shoved him in a wrestling ring each week and watched him tear his opponents to shreds. And now he's here in GPW, looking to do one thing and one thing only: Dominate!
Personality: Contrary to his wrestling persona, Connor is a pretty laid back character who prides himself on his cool head and good sense of humour. Fond of practical jokes and self-depricating humour, he isn't happy unless the whole backstage crew are chuckling at one of his many japes. Despite his outwardly happy appearance, Connor has suffered from alcoholism in the past, and has especially had trouble keeping his drinking under control since his divorce last year.
Biography: Born to a low-income family, his father was a mechanic and his mother had previously been an air stewardess, who lapsed into a severe depressive cycle when she lost her job after she had Connor and his younger brother, Thomas. The alcoholic spiral into which she threw herself ended up taking her from Connor's life before his eighth birthday, as she passed away of acute kidney and liver failure. Connor's father threw himself into his work, leaving Connor and Thomas to look after themselves for twelve hours a day. They passed the time in the usual ways: School, riding bikes and playing ball games. But the one time a week when they got to spend time with their father was when the three O'Malley boys would sit down on a Friday night and watch wrestling on the local TV station, broadcast from a small regional wresting company a few miles down the road called 'FGCW' or 'Fort George Championship Wrestling'.
When they were old enough, both Connor and Thomas went to tryouts for the FGCW and ended up training alongside their childhood heroes, the wrestlers whose national recognition was practically zero, but to Connor they were like gods. He listened to every piece of advice, followed every training regime and did everything the promoter and the veteran wrestlers told him to do and it wasn't long before he was getting involved, first by ring announcing, then by refereeing and occasionally playing the 'plucky newcomer' when they needed someone for a monster heel to squash. Finally, on his 19th birthday, he was rewarded with his first proper match and went on to become a mainstay of the FGCW undercard.
After a few years of not really going anywhere, Connor decided it was time to re-invent himself. He stopped performing under his own name and instead came up with the persona of 'Rabid' Rob Reynolds, the Wildman of British Columbia. He grew his beard out, stopped cutting or combing his hair and started painting himself with mud before every match. He changed his fighting style from that of a high-flying technical wrestler to more of a brawling powerhouse and went from playing the babyface to playing the badass monster heel. Although some of his fellow performers were skeptical at first, the rebranding turned out to be a massive hit with the audience and it wasn't long before 'Rabid' Rob Reynolds was headlining events and challenging for the top titles.
Unfortunately, it was around this time that he caught his wife in bed with another member of the FGCW roster, who he proceeded to beat the crap out of and had to be dragged off the man by four local policemen. Although the charges were eventually dropped, the company severely reprimanded both of the wrestlers and Connor fell out of favour with the promoter and the other higher-ups. His pending divorce and his increasing alcoholism finally caught up with him when he was booked to challenge for the FGCW Tag Team Championship at a television taping, but showed up so drunk that he passed out on the ring apron before his partner could even tag him in. The match ended quickly and as soon as he sobered up he was dragged into a room with the FGCW chairman, who fired him on the spot.
Now, having heard of the troubles happening at GPW, Connor has decided that a change of scenery is just what he needs to clear his head. He placed a call to Jack Flanagan, sent a couple of his old TV tapes over to GPW headquarters for them to look at, and was eventually called to come in for a trial. The rest, as they say, is history.
Wrestling Style: Brawling powerhouse.
Finishing Move/s:
'Howl at the Moon' (main finisher) - Vertical Suplex Slam, usually transitioned directly into a pin
'Wolfbite' (submission) - Crossface Half-Nelson Chokehold
Common Moves:
Double Underhook DDT
Multiple clothesline variants
Powerbomb
Powerslam
Multiple suplex variants |
1,682 | 38 | 16 | 2,789 | 249 | You were a loose cannon out there tonight Connor, an uncaged animal...and I've gotta tell you, I'm a fan. Ruthless aggression. I love it.
Over the last few months, ruthless aggression seemed to be the name of the game for "Rabid" Rob Reynolds. Connor's character had built considerable momentum, and management had taken notice. Flanagan himself beleived that "Rabid" Rob was ready for the next level.
"Connor you said you wanted to talk about the Battle in Seattle and so do I, because quite frankly I think that Rob Reynolds is going to be one of the major players in the Battle Royal. Another major player in that Battle Royal is going to be Drayden, and that's why I also wanted to talk to you about next week. It's time for you to step into the ring with one of the big boys, and god dammit they don't get much bigger than the Man They Call Drayden. I've heard that you've wanted to mix it up with Drayden for awhile now, so next week you'll get your chance."
The match was intended as a proving ground of sorts, and he knew Connor would see it the same way.
"Here's the plan," Jack continued. "We book you in another squash match, and you just destroy your opponent. We'll find a nice job guy, someone who can really sell it. The bell rings to end the match, but you don't stop. Drayden comes out to make the save, and he gets in your face. He challenges you to a match right then and there! You guys go back and forth for a good ten to fifteen before Drayden gets the win. After the match, you blow a fucking gasket and tear the entire by god arena apart!"
Jack found himself becoming lost in his own imagination again, he knew it would make for great television. Still, he felt he owed Connor a bit of an explanation.
"Drayden needs the win to build some momentum heading into his International Title match," Jack explained, "but you'll be protected since you'll have already had a match that night before you go up against Drayden. Plus this won't be the end of the story. You and Drayden will definitely cross paths again in that Battle Royal, and who knows? If you look good next week, you could end up getting that big win in Seattle..." | By the way , since you and uni are RPing a little match between Drayden and Rabid Rob I figured I'd just have Jack book that match for next week. Do you guys have a finish for the match? Because we want to keep both guys looking strong going into Seattle. Maybe Sexton Love does a run-in to end the match as a DQ.
Originally I had plans for Rabid Rob and Mike Blaze as well, but we can cross that bridge once we get there. A crazy wildman and a hardcore wrestler seems like a perfect matchup. They would tear the entire arena apart. |
1,683 | 38 | 17 | 92 | 2,185 | "Speaking of which, I'm gonna pay Flanagan a visit before I head off for the night. The sooner I know what he's got planned for me at the Battle, the more time I have to prepare something good! See you guys at the next show!"
"Good luck Connor." Alex knew the odds of one of them getting a push, and that the possible order of their little group chat was Connor then Mike then Marco and Alex was on the end of that pile. He was too young in his own eyes. He felt like he was pushing the limit as it was. Thought that the only reason that he was there was because of his coach. He knew he needed to get momentum and sway before he could get stuff going for him behind the scenes, and according to "Hollywood" Alex needed a long run with a partner first.
Alex turned to Mike and Marco and asked, "So either of you have any idea what kind of matches they might put you guys in until Battle in Seattle?" | Name: Alex "Razorblade" Hill
Hometown: Rockingham, North Carolina
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 231
Entrance Music: Wanted Dead or Alive - Bon Jovi
Alignment: Face
Gimmick: He is an underdog and opportunist. He prefers to be in multi-man matches or team ups which is where he thrives. He will help anyone who asks him. He tells the fans that he was just like them. A fan who wanted to be more. He will often say that if they try hard enough they can to. He stands up for the weak and aims for the top dogs. He has a chant that he often uses, "There's no need to fear. The Underdog is here."
Personality: Despite being super warm and nice to the fans backstage Alex is very closed off to others. He is somewhat anti-social but loves putting on his persona. He wishes he was more 'friendly' but doesn't know how to be. He truly does care for the fans and his co-workers even if it doesn't seem like it.
Biography:Alex didn't grow up in harsh conditions. He was a normal average fan like he says and wanted to be more. He grew up in an area with a lot of other kids who loved wrestling. They all would often gather together and have their own 'promotions' before gathering near a TV to watch the pros. Alex was one of the better kids in the area.
As all the kids grew older they all realized only a few of them were good enough to potentially live out all of their dreams. Eight kids in number gave up their individual dreams to help support the three best of their group, Alex being one of them. For the next two years they helped the three train and then one day they set up a dark match with a distant promotion. A 3-on-3 tag team match. They new blood lost horribly, but surprisingly the manager of the company signed two of the kids to join the CWA, Carolina Wrestling Association. For the next few months the two new guys were a dominant tag team and the more veteran teams didn't like them. They kept hassling the two inside the ring and out. It all culminated in a match between Alex and his partner against three members from various teams. Alex and his partner were doing well in the unscripted match until Alex's 'friend' hit him in the back of the head with a chair. Apparently the guy couldn't take the harassment and abandoned Alex and left the show for good.
After the horrible loss Alex started his Underdog Gimmick. Fans started eating it up. One guy betrayed vs the world. CWA's records were going through the roof. Then the company fell flat due to constant lawsuits from past competitors because of constant injuries. Alex started roaming from place to place in various indy scenes. The little reputation he had built in CWA was dwindling until an old veteran of GPW saw Alex perform and took the young guy under his wing and showed him the ropes of the big leagues. Alex trained harder than he ever had and when the vet thought he was ready he called Jack Flanagan to set up a trial match. Alex did better than ever before and signed a contract a few days later. And the rest is yet to come.
Wrestling Style: Fast paced brawler/opportunist (Imagine the resiliency of Dolph Ziggler combined with the opportunistic ability of Edge)
Finishing Move: Butterfly Suplex, Razor's Edge(Imagine Kaitlyn's Lotus Lock but putting the feet on the shoulder blades)
Common Moves: Spear
Diving dropkick
Bicycle Kick
Hurricanrana(I can't spell for crap)
Side Kick
Lionsault over the ropes
Shining Wizard
Spider Suplex |
1,684 | 38 | 18 | 2,080 | 138 | Wow... that sounds amazing, boss! I've been trying to put on the best matches I can with the opponents you've given me, but Drayden... he's like a whole other level. I've wanted to work with him since I got here. I'm definitely going to make sure it's a special one! Connor stood to leave, a giant grin plastered on his face like an excited schoolchild who'd just been told they were going to Disneyland.
"As for the Battle... I'm gonna do everything in my power to show you I can take that top spot. Max is a legend in this industry and just to be able to step in the same ring as him and have the chance to prove that I belong there..." He trailed off towards the end of his sentence, stared blankly into the middle distance for a moment, then smiled.
"Anything else you need, boss, or can I head off? I wanna get started on some ideas for my match with Drayden." Connor looked back towards Jack, his eyes still beaming with excitement. | Name: Connor O'Malley a.k.a 'Rabid' Rob Reynolds
Hometown: Mackenzie, British Columbia, Canada
Height: 6' 2"
Weight: 257lbs
Entrance Music: Bark at the Moon - Ozzy Osbourne
Alignment: Tweener - Typically heel, but often plays the face role in feuds against other heels.
Gimmick: 'Rabid' Rob Reynolds might have been a normal member of society once. Nobody knows, since nobody knows anything of his past before he wandered out of the wilderness into the small town of Mackenzie, British Columbia. A social outcast with minimal vocabulary and a vicious temper, 'Rabid' Rob found work doing the only thing he knew how to do: Fight. Those crazy Canadian bastards shoved him in a wrestling ring each week and watched him tear his opponents to shreds. And now he's here in GPW, looking to do one thing and one thing only: Dominate!
Personality: Contrary to his wrestling persona, Connor is a pretty laid back character who prides himself on his cool head and good sense of humour. Fond of practical jokes and self-depricating humour, he isn't happy unless the whole backstage crew are chuckling at one of his many japes. Despite his outwardly happy appearance, Connor has suffered from alcoholism in the past, and has especially had trouble keeping his drinking under control since his divorce last year.
Biography: Born to a low-income family, his father was a mechanic and his mother had previously been an air stewardess, who lapsed into a severe depressive cycle when she lost her job after she had Connor and his younger brother, Thomas. The alcoholic spiral into which she threw herself ended up taking her from Connor's life before his eighth birthday, as she passed away of acute kidney and liver failure. Connor's father threw himself into his work, leaving Connor and Thomas to look after themselves for twelve hours a day. They passed the time in the usual ways: School, riding bikes and playing ball games. But the one time a week when they got to spend time with their father was when the three O'Malley boys would sit down on a Friday night and watch wrestling on the local TV station, broadcast from a small regional wresting company a few miles down the road called 'FGCW' or 'Fort George Championship Wrestling'.
When they were old enough, both Connor and Thomas went to tryouts for the FGCW and ended up training alongside their childhood heroes, the wrestlers whose national recognition was practically zero, but to Connor they were like gods. He listened to every piece of advice, followed every training regime and did everything the promoter and the veteran wrestlers told him to do and it wasn't long before he was getting involved, first by ring announcing, then by refereeing and occasionally playing the 'plucky newcomer' when they needed someone for a monster heel to squash. Finally, on his 19th birthday, he was rewarded with his first proper match and went on to become a mainstay of the FGCW undercard.
After a few years of not really going anywhere, Connor decided it was time to re-invent himself. He stopped performing under his own name and instead came up with the persona of 'Rabid' Rob Reynolds, the Wildman of British Columbia. He grew his beard out, stopped cutting or combing his hair and started painting himself with mud before every match. He changed his fighting style from that of a high-flying technical wrestler to more of a brawling powerhouse and went from playing the babyface to playing the badass monster heel. Although some of his fellow performers were skeptical at first, the rebranding turned out to be a massive hit with the audience and it wasn't long before 'Rabid' Rob Reynolds was headlining events and challenging for the top titles.
Unfortunately, it was around this time that he caught his wife in bed with another member of the FGCW roster, who he proceeded to beat the crap out of and had to be dragged off the man by four local policemen. Although the charges were eventually dropped, the company severely reprimanded both of the wrestlers and Connor fell out of favour with the promoter and the other higher-ups. His pending divorce and his increasing alcoholism finally caught up with him when he was booked to challenge for the FGCW Tag Team Championship at a television taping, but showed up so drunk that he passed out on the ring apron before his partner could even tag him in. The match ended quickly and as soon as he sobered up he was dragged into a room with the FGCW chairman, who fired him on the spot.
Now, having heard of the troubles happening at GPW, Connor has decided that a change of scenery is just what he needs to clear his head. He placed a call to Jack Flanagan, sent a couple of his old TV tapes over to GPW headquarters for them to look at, and was eventually called to come in for a trial. The rest, as they say, is history.
Wrestling Style: Brawling powerhouse.
Finishing Move/s:
'Howl at the Moon' (main finisher) - Vertical Suplex Slam, usually transitioned directly into a pin
'Wolfbite' (submission) - Crossface Half-Nelson Chokehold
Common Moves:
Double Underhook DDT
Multiple clothesline variants
Powerbomb
Powerslam
Multiple suplex variants |
1,685 | 39 | 0 | 2,384 | 1,567 | #Introduction
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###September 2nd, 8:07am, Introduction Day.
####School starts for kids not in 9th grade at 10:00am and ends at 2:00pm. School starts for 9th graders at 2:00pm.
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Most of Kadic is lined up outside the principal's office, though some are late. Each student is called into his office one at a time, and given their papers with information about what classes they will be taken, and what rooms they are assigned if they are new. Everyone seems to be moving pretty fast, and may end soon if those late arrive on time. Those finished are allowed to go to their rooms and do as they like until school starts.
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Josive stands nearby the office door, waiting for his name to be called. He noticed new kids were being called up first, so he was sure he would be called up soon. His theory was correct when his name was called, and he stepped into the office behind the kid who had just left.
The door closed behind me, and I gulped as I watched it close. I turned around to face principal. "Please, come over Jeremi-" the man started to say, then stopped himself suddenly. "Oh, I'm so sorry... it's just... you remind me of one of my favorite students." he said, kind of moving around in his chair awkwardly after his mix up. "Please, come over Josive." he said after looking over his notes.
I sat down in the chair, and put my hands on my lap. _I knew I should have put on my glasses... this stress is making things blurry._ I thought to myself. "Here are your papers, and your assigned room. You don't mind bunking with another student, do you?" he spoke as he handed the papers over to me. I grabbed them slowly, and looked up at him. "Um... no. No problem." I managed to get out. "Good! Have a good day. Class should start in..." he started to say, looking over at his clock as he read it, "Wow, two hours!" he exclaimed, "This is going by quicker than I thought. Maybe we should have started class at nine today." he then muttered to himself. He waved me off, and started shifting through his papers for the next student's papers.
I walked out the door, and bumped into some lady holding a drink in her hand. It spilled out onto herself, and dripped down onto her shoes. "Oh! Regardez ce que vous venez de faire!" she yelled at me angrily. "You're making a fine first day _Josive._" she said to me. _How did she know my name?_ "Don't look so shocked. I'm the principal's daughter, Sissy. I know everyone's name. Now out of my way!" she explained to me, then shoved me out of the way. Another student was being called into the office, but she walked through the doors as the student opened the door, then closed it behind her. I was all shaken up, I wasn't sure what to do at that point but stand there... | NPC's List
For a complete list of official characters, follow this link.
Missing Lyoko Warriors:
Jeremie Belpois
Aelita Schaeffer
Aelita Schaeffer is one of the missing Lyoko Warriors. She has been discovered on Lyoko, in the Forest Sector. She has no memory of how she got there, or of Lyoko, other than the symbol commonly seen throughout Lyoko. She does remember Kadic.
Odd Della Robbia
Ulrich Stern
Yumi Ishiyama
William Dunbar
Teachers and Staff of Kadic
Gilles Fumet - Social Studies Teacher
Gustave Chardin - Art Teacher
Hans Klotz - School Psychologist
Jean Pierre Delmas - Principal
Jean-Pierre Delmas, known by the students at Kadic as Mr. Delmas, to Sissi as Daddy or Dad, and is the headmaster/principal of Kadic. He is very straightforward and weak-minded, as his daughter Sissi can often boss him around, sometimes to the advantage or disadvantage of Team Lyoko. He is very ignorant and gullible as seen in his dealings with his daughter and members of Team Lyoko. She has convinced him many times to organize school dances and other activities for her (or rather, has _demanded_ for him to do so).
Jim Morales - Physical Education Teacher/Dorm Manager
Jim Morales, also known as Jimbo, is the Physical Education teacher at Kadic, and the campus supervisor and the health teacher. He has a love handle on his stomach and is shown to eat fairly unhealthy, but while he is overweight he is shown to be very strong in many episodes. He always has a bandage on his left cheek and tucks his trousers into his socks and wears a headband. He always wears a white t-shirt and red sweatpants and a red sweatshirt.
Mrs. Meyer - Math Teacher
Mrs. Meyer is the math teacher at Kadic.
Nicole Weber - Office Secretary
Nicoletta "Nicole" Weber is the office secretary in Kadic Academy. Her room is beside the Principal Delmas' room.
Rosa Petitjean - Lunch Lady
Suzanne Hertz - Science Teacher
Suzanne Hertz, known by the students as Mrs. Hertz or Ms. Hertz and by Jim as Suzanne, is the science and a homeroom teacher at Kadic. She replaced Franz Hopper as a science teacher. She usually does a lot of experiments with her students, some of which help them against X.A.N.A.'s attack. She is shown to have a sense of humor. Jim Morales, the PE teacher and campus supervisor, is shown to have a crush on her in the second season. She deeply loves nature.
Yolande Perraudin - School Nurse
Students of Kadic
Elisabeth "Sissi" Delmas - Popular and punkish 8th Grader
Elisabeth "Sissi" Delmas is an often mean, spoiled and popular student at Kadic. She often pesters Team Lyoko, most of the time to win Ulrich's affections. However, she admits in Holiday in the Fog that she is gaining their attention through her mean actions towards them. By so doing she is almost making enemies out of her would-be friends, instead of gaining any of their respect, much to her chagrin. At the end of the series, in Echoes, she achieves this at last and becomes an official friend of the group. She is also the daughter of Mr. Delmas, the principal of Kadic, the boarding school she attends and lives in. She is a major recurring character.
Herb Pichon - Friend of Sissi, 8th Grader
Herb Pichon (also spelled Hervé Pichon) is a ninth grader at Kadic and a classmate to the Lyoko Warriors. He is the second-in-command of Sissi's Gang, and sometimes even the boss in times of emergency when Sissi proves to be incompetent, as he is obviously the most intelligent in their group. Herb is also in love with Sissi, although he can't tell her because she has crushes on various people including Ulrich and Theo Gauthier.
Nicholas Poliakoff - Friend of Sissi, 8th Grader
Nicolas Poliakoff is a ninth grader at Kadic. He is a member of Sissi's gang, and mostly just stands there staring into space unless Sissi orders him to follow her. He is the stereotypical dumb, muscle kind of bully. It is still unknown why exactly Nicholas joined Sissi's "gang", but it is probably due to the fact Herb did. Nicholas also has a crush on Aelita, but has never acted on it.
He can play the drums, and is in the Pop Rock Progressives, a band started by Odd. As a result, he is certainly more tolerant of and kinder toward Team Lyoko than Herb and Sissi are. In some episodes, it is shown he has at least some degree of intelligence, as he wrote the play in Laughing Fit. Nicholas is also easy to scare, as is Herb.
Emmanuel "Mike" Maillard - Average 8th Grader, drummer
Mike isn't a very popular kid. Nor is he unknown either. He's pretty generic in a lot of ways, though he is pretty friendly and is willing to help others in need. Though, a XANA attack would surely scare him into submission. He wears a long-sleeve red shirt, with a black t-shirt over top, and usually shorts. He wears a necklace around his neck. He has long black hair, kept some in a ponytail.
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Josive Ferrara
Username: Teknonick | Character Name: Josive Ferrara | Character Age: 13 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: 8th
Appearance: Josive's hair color is a jet black, and kept at average length. He wears a long-sleeve blue shirt, and simple jeans. His shoes are good for running in, but not any big-name brands. He weighs about a hundred pounds, and stands four feet and eleven inches tall.
Personality: Josive's personality is usually shy to those he doesn't know, but completely open to anyone he has met before, even for a few seconds. Josive tends to be very serious at times, and tries to think things logically before acting.
Biography: Josive Ferrana was a very smart baby, no, a genius. Within his first months he learned to walk and talk, and soon after learned to solve puzzles. As he grew older, so did his intelligence. He learned coding and robotics, always spending his money on more parts rather than magazines or games.
Josive's parent's relationship was always debatable, which pushed him even farther away from them, and henceforth pushing his parents away more. Josive preferred being alone, which also lead to his curious behavior. Josive was the kid that would enter an abandoned house, just to see what was inside, or climb up a tree to see a little farther.
As he grew older, his parents got farther and farther away, almost to the point of divorce. Often, he would be sent away to his grandfather's house, and play with him, or learn more about programming. His grandfather was very into computers and hunting (A strange mix) which led to Josive learning to hunt. Though, Josive barely retains any knowledge of the skill of hunting, he still thinks back to the days with his grandparent.
On Josive's twelfth birthday, he got the worst gift a child could get. His parents were almost at the point of violence, but they wanted better for their child. They decided to send him off to a school where he could be by himself, and not see them fight. He was sent to Kadic junior high school, about a whole state away, so he got a room inside the junior high school. As a gift, his grandfather gave Josive a locket of himself, so he could remember him. The better gift he liked.
Exactly a month ago is when Jeremy and his friends had gone missing, and there was absolutely no sign of them coming back. Josive is about to be assigned Jeremie's room. Little does he know he will be taking on a bigger challenge than junior high school.
Other: I think I should take a look at the rules again. Especially rule 9. That one's my favorite.Bella
Username: Gambit | Character Name: Bella | Character Age: 14 | Character Gender: Female | Character Grade: 8th
Appearance: Blueish-black shoulder length hair with long bangs, bright blue eyes, and freckles across her nose. Bella is of average height and weight. She wears a tan colored crochet beret, a button down shirt, jeans, and sneakers. She always wears a silver dragon necklace, and is also fond of scarves.
Personality: Bella is very outgoing and enjoys being around her friends. She is an artist and writer, so she is very creative, but she thinks very logically. She does not like talking about anything personal unless with someone very close. When she is stressed or upset she comes across as angry instead. When she is actually angry she gets very cold and quiet.
Biography: Bella lived in New Hampshire with her parents and older brother. She attended a private school there and studied art whenever possible, and had a lot of friends. She was very close to her older brother. Whenever she was having trouble Bella would go to him for advise. Everything seemed to be going well until her brother vanished in the middle of the night. The police said that he had likely run away from home. Bella was heartbroken when her brother didn't come home. She started having trouble in school and lashed out at anyone who tried to help her. Bella's parents eventually decided to send her to Kadic Junior High school in hopes that Bella could have a new start.Flippy Takeshi
Username: gamer5910 | Character Name: Flippy Takeshi | Character Age: 14 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: 8th
Appearance: Flippy is 5'3" with blue hair and blue eyes he is skinny-ish but can fight well and can run really well. He wears a light black hoodie with cat ears on it, a light blue shirt beneath, black sweat pants with white shoes with black laces, and also can't forget about his headphones they are a darker blue than his hair with a magenta color for the cord.
Personality: Flippy isn't that social but when he is he comes off really friendly, but to get him to be social is like to see a double rainbow during a lunar eclipse. Due to his past he doesn't like being asked about his mother or father but he does answer about how many grandparents, siblings, or cousins, he has which most people tend to ask him. He is also known to be very Popular which in that case it is prouder to be picked on for that reason, but he just puts on his headphones and ignores the people picking on him.
Bio: When Flippy was born in Japan he had no brother or sister, and his father worked for the army so he didn't get to see him often. His mom on the other hand he saw every day with a smile. Ever since Flippy was five two things happened to him that he will never for get one was his spent the one day a year he could coming to his sons birthday, and his gift to Flippy was wooden katana hand carved by his own father. He also found out he loved two things drawing and computers. Since he loved those two things he wanted to find a carrier that could involve one or the other which meant he didn't have much time for social time he spent his time up to the age of 12 drawing learning about computers. His mother told him they had to move but since Flippy had no friends he didn't really care. So for the next two years Flippy was getting better and better at his hobbies, but one day his school burnt down and he had to switch to Kacid Academy which made him have to leave his mom and live in one of the rooms at the school. The day before Flippy left his mother gave him a necklace which had a yin-yang symbol on it his mother told him it has been past down from her mothers mother to him, so he treasured it just like his wooden katana from his dad.
It took him a month to get packed and ready to move into the school it was a easy transaction, but when he arrived he heard that a group of students went missing. He was curios at first but just kept to his work and didn't care after a while, so from then on out its been a normal life to him, or so it seems.
Other: I can't think of anything good to say about rule 9, but it is a good rule to follow.Garsin Folkvar
Username: Jollan | Character Name: Garsin Folkvar | Character Age: 16 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: 9th
Appearance: Garsin has a large, strong, stocky build and stands at about 5'8". He has tanned skin and short, sandy hair cut high and tight. He has a masculine face with a strong square jaw and a set brow. His eyes are hazel with green in the center that fades to brown on the edge or the iris. He wears button up shirts with the top four buttons undone, the sleeves rolled to just below his elbow, and a white tank top underneath. He normally wears cargo khaki pants with a wallet chain and dark brown work boots. On his right wrist he has a stainless steel bracelet that matches the one around his neck, and a ring on his right ring finger and thumb. As for his left arm he wears a black durable watch that can tell him the time through beeps when he presses a button on it. He normally walks with a foldable cane with yellow and red tape around it so that people can see it as he walks around. There is a pouch on his belt to put the cane while he isn't using it.
Personality: Though he can look intimidating, he normally keeps to himself. He is somewhat shy but polite, though he is very self conscious about his cane accidentally hitting or tripping people to the point where he tries to walk without using it so much,... and then running into people. His large size and stature don't really do much to help him either, but that is halfway his own fault for working out so much. He has a silent anger that will build and flare up on occasion, but has the maturity not to act recklessly most of the time.
Biography: Garsin was born blind which made it difficult for him in school. when he was little, he was even held back from starting kindergarten because his parents were unsure if he was ready. After a while he was able to read braille, and with the help of tutors, get through his first couple of years at school. The jewelry he wears are hand-me-downs from his grandfather before he passed away. His family never had a lot of money to send Garsin to a private school or to pay tutors at later grades as he grew up. Though when Garsin had started getting into fights at school from people picking at his condition and poverty, his parents decided to home-school him. After a while, and due to a greater amount of focus outside of the public schools, Garsin was doing well in his studies. A friend of the family suggested Kadic Junior High to them and while the parents were unsure due to costs, Garsin was able to get in due to his grades and passing a test to see if he qualified outside of home-schooling. He was able to get a hold of some nice looking clothes at a thrift store so that he could at least look like he didn't come from a lower income household. However, old wounds didn't seem to heal to well, and he mostly tries to stay out of people's way.
Other: Garsin usually likes to spend his time in the gym, doing weight training and excising. His most prize possession is a cello which he likes to play and he keeps it in his dorm room.
This "number 9" foul up everyone is talking about.... I feel it is a malicious attack on the well being of my character's life and I shall deal with it accordingly.Jared Chang
Username: Alternax | Character Name: Jared Chang | Character Age: 12 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: 7th
Appearance: Jared has a lightly tanned skin, though most people notice his eyes slight slant, and higher cheekbones. He has short black hair brushed to his left side. He has a moderate build showing that he is stronger than he looks, standing at an 5'2. He usually wears t-shirts of various designs, but he is partial to a dark green shirt with a traditional chinese dragon coiled up in the center blowing fire, and blue jeans.He often wears a jansport backpack to school, along with a barely noticeable jade ring attached to a necklace around his neck.
Personality: Joyful, generally happy, growing up in outside Asia with foreign parents wasn't easy but he's managed to keep a good attitude about it. Although he is generally happy he is slow to warm up to strangers, due to most people teasing him or pushing his patience repetitively. When he does warm up to someone it's as if he becomes someone completely different, always cracking jokes, and even using sarcasm.
Biography: Growing up in china Jared's parents sought a better life for their family. Finding the perfect job in France, and after discussing this with American tourists Jared's father jumped into this chance and planned their trip. After a few weeks of settling in and deciding on a house Jared's family set down, wasting no time in planning Jared's education they found that he was to take intense language classes at Kadic Junior High. Spending the his first year trying to master the local language he managed to learn a good understanding, though his accent still shows up in most sentences. Now in his 7th grade year Jared finds himself pressured even harder by his parents, no longer able to hide under the excuse of a language barrier Jared spends alot of his time reading or studying for his own amusement or his classes.
Other: I don't understand how that two 9 thing works but i'll take your word for it.Sam Spark
Username: NightmareInd | Character Name: Sam Spark | Character Age: 15 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: 9th
Appearance: Dark blond hair, green eyes. He has average weight and height. He wears a white hoodie and grey jeans. He also has a bracelet with the logo from his favourite video game.
Biography: He was an orphan, and got bullied a lot. He turned to gaming as it was his way to take out his frustration. He recently moved to another orphanage, which made him come to the new school. He now wants to finally get some friends. (Sorry it is so short, I don't got much inspiration right now)
Other: I'm confused, there two nines but there aren't?
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Arndt Schulz
Account Name: RawrgnatheBloodfridge | Character Name: Arndt Schulz | Character Age: 13 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: 8th
Appearance: Arndt constantly sports some sort of Beanie on top of his head, even holding a prized collection of them. His hair is long enough to be seen poking out the back and front of his beanie and has a distinctly coffee brown look to it. His eyes are an emerald shade of green, and his eyebrows fairly thin. He normally wears some sort of T-shirt with an un-done button-up shirt over it. Generally preferring jeans, though he'll wear shorts whenever it gets hot and runs on Adidas shoes. He stands at 5'2", weighing in at 124 pounds.
Personality: Arndt has a hard-working attitude, with a dry sense of humor. Though he does act stubborn and hard-headed initially, he warms up to others very quickly, becoming very loyal and even protective to an extent. Arndt is normally a rational thinker, never really going outside of the box or thinking abstractly, but just trying to get through life with the rules he's given.
Biography: Arndt grew up in Western Germany living in the city of Bielefeld. His parents were strict, always pushing the virtue of hard-work onto his shoulders. As Arndt grew up, he was constantly worked to the bone, hardly allowed time for anything but helping his father with carpentry and schoolwork. When Arndt turned ten years old, he was enrolled into a private school where he was taught the importance of History and Science, despite being told earlier in his life that he only needed hard work and persistence. The only thing that gave him much enjoyment was collecting beanies he would buy whenever his family went on trips. At the age of twelve his family received a letter asking him to come to a school in France called Kadic. His parents at first were reluctant, but at being told he would move in, they immediately agreed. Now being forced to adjust to French society, Arndt enters Kadic Junior-high as an 8th grader.
Other: Even though the number 9 wasn't on there twice, I guess I'll make a comment about it.Sezaru Kumoi
Username: AncientHalo | Character Name: Sezaru Kumoi | Character Age: 14 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: Freshman Year (9th)
Appearance: Almost abnormally tall for his age, Sezaru stands at about five feet and six inches tall. He does not wear a hat at all, his hair is strangely a sleek silver with traces of black highlights which normally would give an ominous appearance. The skin complexion is fairly white yet almost seemingly pale when outside in the sun, though he does not care to eventually get slightly tanned during the day. Athletically built, having played tennis since the age of four, Sezaru naturally has a muscle-toned body from his years playing tennis with equally broad arms due to being ambidextrous. His normal everyday clothing consists that of a white-collared button down shirt with a black light jacket on top despite any weather condition along with some jeans for the most part. Sometimes he will wear regular semi-loose jeans and other times he will wear ripped jeans. His legs are slightly broad as well due to having to condition his body daily in order to keep his athleticism at its peak.
Personality: While projecting an ominous air around himself that screams "Come and Make Fun of Me!", Sezaru is actually a person who takes things seriously and will not hesitate to put people in their place with strong and potentially hurtful words. Sezaru is also almost never is one to enjoy humor. Yes, Sezaru will smile to show that the current conversation or joke is fine with him but rarely ever he will laugh as the most you will hear from him is a chuckle in the background. Despite being athletic and on the Tennis Team in Kadic Academy, Sezaru rarely ever likes to make friends and thus usually his only friends consist of those who actually take the time to understand him and those who are the Tennis Team as well. However, despite rarely wanting to make friends Sezaru is a kind and friendly person who is willing to help out with anything he is capable of.
Biography: Albeit being a gifted child since the age of four in the sport of Tennis, he doesn't care much for his background. Just that Sezaru loved to play Tennis day in and day out, his passion and his life. The childhood life of Sezaru somehow felt somewhat empty because despite having a talent for Tennis, he missed a lot of quality time with his parents and thus missed out on a lot of love and care. Born in Spain where Tennis was potentially and arguably the second most loved sport in the country, Sezaru's first language was obviously Spanish and learned other languages due to the revenue he was making by winning local and sectional tournaments. Sadly during the year he had turned 13 and was turning 14, his parents got into an argument which resulted in separation and sending Sezaru to French Boarding School known as Kadic Academy.
During his time in the eighth grade at Kadic Academy, Sezaru began to drift away from people and change his appearance to a new style which somehow begat an ominous around his persona and for the most part avoided him. The only things Sezaru brought with him were photos of his family, Tennis gear/clothing, regular clothing and some snacks he brought over from Spain. So, being gifted in school and scoring constant credit rolls and learning of the Tennis Team... Sezaru decided to join the team in order to ease his tensions from everyday life back at home. Of course, that was only an excuse to make himself known in France for Tennis just as he was known back in Spain.
Other:
Original Theme Song: Be Somebody - Thousand Foot Krutch
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Battle Theme Song: Take it out on Me - Thousand Foot Krutch |
1,686 | 39 | 1 | 1,675 | 1,004 | **Sam**
I was whaiting with the other kids in the hall outside the principal's office. Some kids were already talking to eachother about stuff like what they were going to do that year. I knew what I was going to do: Eat, do school, eat some more, do some more school, make homework, game, eat again, game again, sleep and repeat the process. There was no one that I knew or wanted to know, so why even bother trying? I heard my name, so I came into the office. The principal seemed to be distracted by something, so he was looking the other way. Without making a sound, I walked towards his desk. After he seemed to still not have noticed me by than, I faked a cough to hopefully get his attention. | #Sam
Username: NightmareInd | Character Name: Sam Spark | Character Age: 15 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: 9th
Appearance: Dark blond hair, green eyes. He has average weight and height. He wears a white hoodie and grey jeans. He also has a bracelet with the logo from his favourite video game.
Personality: To be RP'd
Biography: He was an orphan, and got bullied a lot. He turned to gaming as it was his way to take out his frustration. He recently moved to another orphanage, which made him come to the new school. He now wants to finally get some friends. (Sorry it is so short, I don't got much inspiration right now)
Other: I'm confused, there two nines but there aren't? |
1,687 | 39 | 2 | 2,384 | 1,567 | <Sam>:
The Principal seemed to almost jump at your cough before turning around. "Oh, I didn't hear your name being called." he mumbled almost too himself. He shifted a few papers around until he found a few labeled with your name on it. "Ahh, Sam Spark. Here are your papers. They will tell you what classes you will attend this year, and what room you are assigned. We are running out of rooms now, and have to bunk a few of you together in the same room.... Uh..." he shifted through some of his papers, counting too himself while moving his lips in sync with what he was reading. "Would you mind having a roommate in your room? Almost no one's agreed to this yet, so I need a few more people..." he asked you, almost wanting to command you to take it, but not wanting to be forceful. | NPC's List
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Missing Lyoko Warriors:
Jeremie Belpois
Aelita Schaeffer
Aelita Schaeffer is one of the missing Lyoko Warriors. She has been discovered on Lyoko, in the Forest Sector. She has no memory of how she got there, or of Lyoko, other than the symbol commonly seen throughout Lyoko. She does remember Kadic.
Odd Della Robbia
Ulrich Stern
Yumi Ishiyama
William Dunbar
Teachers and Staff of Kadic
Gilles Fumet - Social Studies Teacher
Gustave Chardin - Art Teacher
Hans Klotz - School Psychologist
Jean Pierre Delmas - Principal
Jean-Pierre Delmas, known by the students at Kadic as Mr. Delmas, to Sissi as Daddy or Dad, and is the headmaster/principal of Kadic. He is very straightforward and weak-minded, as his daughter Sissi can often boss him around, sometimes to the advantage or disadvantage of Team Lyoko. He is very ignorant and gullible as seen in his dealings with his daughter and members of Team Lyoko. She has convinced him many times to organize school dances and other activities for her (or rather, has _demanded_ for him to do so).
Jim Morales - Physical Education Teacher/Dorm Manager
Jim Morales, also known as Jimbo, is the Physical Education teacher at Kadic, and the campus supervisor and the health teacher. He has a love handle on his stomach and is shown to eat fairly unhealthy, but while he is overweight he is shown to be very strong in many episodes. He always has a bandage on his left cheek and tucks his trousers into his socks and wears a headband. He always wears a white t-shirt and red sweatpants and a red sweatshirt.
Mrs. Meyer - Math Teacher
Mrs. Meyer is the math teacher at Kadic.
Nicole Weber - Office Secretary
Nicoletta "Nicole" Weber is the office secretary in Kadic Academy. Her room is beside the Principal Delmas' room.
Rosa Petitjean - Lunch Lady
Suzanne Hertz - Science Teacher
Suzanne Hertz, known by the students as Mrs. Hertz or Ms. Hertz and by Jim as Suzanne, is the science and a homeroom teacher at Kadic. She replaced Franz Hopper as a science teacher. She usually does a lot of experiments with her students, some of which help them against X.A.N.A.'s attack. She is shown to have a sense of humor. Jim Morales, the PE teacher and campus supervisor, is shown to have a crush on her in the second season. She deeply loves nature.
Yolande Perraudin - School Nurse
Students of Kadic
Elisabeth "Sissi" Delmas - Popular and punkish 8th Grader
Elisabeth "Sissi" Delmas is an often mean, spoiled and popular student at Kadic. She often pesters Team Lyoko, most of the time to win Ulrich's affections. However, she admits in Holiday in the Fog that she is gaining their attention through her mean actions towards them. By so doing she is almost making enemies out of her would-be friends, instead of gaining any of their respect, much to her chagrin. At the end of the series, in Echoes, she achieves this at last and becomes an official friend of the group. She is also the daughter of Mr. Delmas, the principal of Kadic, the boarding school she attends and lives in. She is a major recurring character.
Herb Pichon - Friend of Sissi, 8th Grader
Herb Pichon (also spelled Hervé Pichon) is a ninth grader at Kadic and a classmate to the Lyoko Warriors. He is the second-in-command of Sissi's Gang, and sometimes even the boss in times of emergency when Sissi proves to be incompetent, as he is obviously the most intelligent in their group. Herb is also in love with Sissi, although he can't tell her because she has crushes on various people including Ulrich and Theo Gauthier.
Nicholas Poliakoff - Friend of Sissi, 8th Grader
Nicolas Poliakoff is a ninth grader at Kadic. He is a member of Sissi's gang, and mostly just stands there staring into space unless Sissi orders him to follow her. He is the stereotypical dumb, muscle kind of bully. It is still unknown why exactly Nicholas joined Sissi's "gang", but it is probably due to the fact Herb did. Nicholas also has a crush on Aelita, but has never acted on it.
He can play the drums, and is in the Pop Rock Progressives, a band started by Odd. As a result, he is certainly more tolerant of and kinder toward Team Lyoko than Herb and Sissi are. In some episodes, it is shown he has at least some degree of intelligence, as he wrote the play in Laughing Fit. Nicholas is also easy to scare, as is Herb.
Emmanuel "Mike" Maillard - Average 8th Grader, drummer
Mike isn't a very popular kid. Nor is he unknown either. He's pretty generic in a lot of ways, though he is pretty friendly and is willing to help others in need. Though, a XANA attack would surely scare him into submission. He wears a long-sleeve red shirt, with a black t-shirt over top, and usually shorts. He wears a necklace around his neck. He has long black hair, kept some in a ponytail.
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Josive Ferrara
Username: Teknonick | Character Name: Josive Ferrara | Character Age: 13 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: 8th
Appearance: Josive's hair color is a jet black, and kept at average length. He wears a long-sleeve blue shirt, and simple jeans. His shoes are good for running in, but not any big-name brands. He weighs about a hundred pounds, and stands four feet and eleven inches tall.
Personality: Josive's personality is usually shy to those he doesn't know, but completely open to anyone he has met before, even for a few seconds. Josive tends to be very serious at times, and tries to think things logically before acting.
Biography: Josive Ferrana was a very smart baby, no, a genius. Within his first months he learned to walk and talk, and soon after learned to solve puzzles. As he grew older, so did his intelligence. He learned coding and robotics, always spending his money on more parts rather than magazines or games.
Josive's parent's relationship was always debatable, which pushed him even farther away from them, and henceforth pushing his parents away more. Josive preferred being alone, which also lead to his curious behavior. Josive was the kid that would enter an abandoned house, just to see what was inside, or climb up a tree to see a little farther.
As he grew older, his parents got farther and farther away, almost to the point of divorce. Often, he would be sent away to his grandfather's house, and play with him, or learn more about programming. His grandfather was very into computers and hunting (A strange mix) which led to Josive learning to hunt. Though, Josive barely retains any knowledge of the skill of hunting, he still thinks back to the days with his grandparent.
On Josive's twelfth birthday, he got the worst gift a child could get. His parents were almost at the point of violence, but they wanted better for their child. They decided to send him off to a school where he could be by himself, and not see them fight. He was sent to Kadic junior high school, about a whole state away, so he got a room inside the junior high school. As a gift, his grandfather gave Josive a locket of himself, so he could remember him. The better gift he liked.
Exactly a month ago is when Jeremy and his friends had gone missing, and there was absolutely no sign of them coming back. Josive is about to be assigned Jeremie's room. Little does he know he will be taking on a bigger challenge than junior high school.
Other: I think I should take a look at the rules again. Especially rule 9. That one's my favorite.Bella
Username: Gambit | Character Name: Bella | Character Age: 14 | Character Gender: Female | Character Grade: 8th
Appearance: Blueish-black shoulder length hair with long bangs, bright blue eyes, and freckles across her nose. Bella is of average height and weight. She wears a tan colored crochet beret, a button down shirt, jeans, and sneakers. She always wears a silver dragon necklace, and is also fond of scarves.
Personality: Bella is very outgoing and enjoys being around her friends. She is an artist and writer, so she is very creative, but she thinks very logically. She does not like talking about anything personal unless with someone very close. When she is stressed or upset she comes across as angry instead. When she is actually angry she gets very cold and quiet.
Biography: Bella lived in New Hampshire with her parents and older brother. She attended a private school there and studied art whenever possible, and had a lot of friends. She was very close to her older brother. Whenever she was having trouble Bella would go to him for advise. Everything seemed to be going well until her brother vanished in the middle of the night. The police said that he had likely run away from home. Bella was heartbroken when her brother didn't come home. She started having trouble in school and lashed out at anyone who tried to help her. Bella's parents eventually decided to send her to Kadic Junior High school in hopes that Bella could have a new start.Flippy Takeshi
Username: gamer5910 | Character Name: Flippy Takeshi | Character Age: 14 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: 8th
Appearance: Flippy is 5'3" with blue hair and blue eyes he is skinny-ish but can fight well and can run really well. He wears a light black hoodie with cat ears on it, a light blue shirt beneath, black sweat pants with white shoes with black laces, and also can't forget about his headphones they are a darker blue than his hair with a magenta color for the cord.
Personality: Flippy isn't that social but when he is he comes off really friendly, but to get him to be social is like to see a double rainbow during a lunar eclipse. Due to his past he doesn't like being asked about his mother or father but he does answer about how many grandparents, siblings, or cousins, he has which most people tend to ask him. He is also known to be very Popular which in that case it is prouder to be picked on for that reason, but he just puts on his headphones and ignores the people picking on him.
Bio: When Flippy was born in Japan he had no brother or sister, and his father worked for the army so he didn't get to see him often. His mom on the other hand he saw every day with a smile. Ever since Flippy was five two things happened to him that he will never for get one was his spent the one day a year he could coming to his sons birthday, and his gift to Flippy was wooden katana hand carved by his own father. He also found out he loved two things drawing and computers. Since he loved those two things he wanted to find a carrier that could involve one or the other which meant he didn't have much time for social time he spent his time up to the age of 12 drawing learning about computers. His mother told him they had to move but since Flippy had no friends he didn't really care. So for the next two years Flippy was getting better and better at his hobbies, but one day his school burnt down and he had to switch to Kacid Academy which made him have to leave his mom and live in one of the rooms at the school. The day before Flippy left his mother gave him a necklace which had a yin-yang symbol on it his mother told him it has been past down from her mothers mother to him, so he treasured it just like his wooden katana from his dad.
It took him a month to get packed and ready to move into the school it was a easy transaction, but when he arrived he heard that a group of students went missing. He was curios at first but just kept to his work and didn't care after a while, so from then on out its been a normal life to him, or so it seems.
Other: I can't think of anything good to say about rule 9, but it is a good rule to follow.Garsin Folkvar
Username: Jollan | Character Name: Garsin Folkvar | Character Age: 16 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: 9th
Appearance: Garsin has a large, strong, stocky build and stands at about 5'8". He has tanned skin and short, sandy hair cut high and tight. He has a masculine face with a strong square jaw and a set brow. His eyes are hazel with green in the center that fades to brown on the edge or the iris. He wears button up shirts with the top four buttons undone, the sleeves rolled to just below his elbow, and a white tank top underneath. He normally wears cargo khaki pants with a wallet chain and dark brown work boots. On his right wrist he has a stainless steel bracelet that matches the one around his neck, and a ring on his right ring finger and thumb. As for his left arm he wears a black durable watch that can tell him the time through beeps when he presses a button on it. He normally walks with a foldable cane with yellow and red tape around it so that people can see it as he walks around. There is a pouch on his belt to put the cane while he isn't using it.
Personality: Though he can look intimidating, he normally keeps to himself. He is somewhat shy but polite, though he is very self conscious about his cane accidentally hitting or tripping people to the point where he tries to walk without using it so much,... and then running into people. His large size and stature don't really do much to help him either, but that is halfway his own fault for working out so much. He has a silent anger that will build and flare up on occasion, but has the maturity not to act recklessly most of the time.
Biography: Garsin was born blind which made it difficult for him in school. when he was little, he was even held back from starting kindergarten because his parents were unsure if he was ready. After a while he was able to read braille, and with the help of tutors, get through his first couple of years at school. The jewelry he wears are hand-me-downs from his grandfather before he passed away. His family never had a lot of money to send Garsin to a private school or to pay tutors at later grades as he grew up. Though when Garsin had started getting into fights at school from people picking at his condition and poverty, his parents decided to home-school him. After a while, and due to a greater amount of focus outside of the public schools, Garsin was doing well in his studies. A friend of the family suggested Kadic Junior High to them and while the parents were unsure due to costs, Garsin was able to get in due to his grades and passing a test to see if he qualified outside of home-schooling. He was able to get a hold of some nice looking clothes at a thrift store so that he could at least look like he didn't come from a lower income household. However, old wounds didn't seem to heal to well, and he mostly tries to stay out of people's way.
Other: Garsin usually likes to spend his time in the gym, doing weight training and excising. His most prize possession is a cello which he likes to play and he keeps it in his dorm room.
This "number 9" foul up everyone is talking about.... I feel it is a malicious attack on the well being of my character's life and I shall deal with it accordingly.Jared Chang
Username: Alternax | Character Name: Jared Chang | Character Age: 12 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: 7th
Appearance: Jared has a lightly tanned skin, though most people notice his eyes slight slant, and higher cheekbones. He has short black hair brushed to his left side. He has a moderate build showing that he is stronger than he looks, standing at an 5'2. He usually wears t-shirts of various designs, but he is partial to a dark green shirt with a traditional chinese dragon coiled up in the center blowing fire, and blue jeans.He often wears a jansport backpack to school, along with a barely noticeable jade ring attached to a necklace around his neck.
Personality: Joyful, generally happy, growing up in outside Asia with foreign parents wasn't easy but he's managed to keep a good attitude about it. Although he is generally happy he is slow to warm up to strangers, due to most people teasing him or pushing his patience repetitively. When he does warm up to someone it's as if he becomes someone completely different, always cracking jokes, and even using sarcasm.
Biography: Growing up in china Jared's parents sought a better life for their family. Finding the perfect job in France, and after discussing this with American tourists Jared's father jumped into this chance and planned their trip. After a few weeks of settling in and deciding on a house Jared's family set down, wasting no time in planning Jared's education they found that he was to take intense language classes at Kadic Junior High. Spending the his first year trying to master the local language he managed to learn a good understanding, though his accent still shows up in most sentences. Now in his 7th grade year Jared finds himself pressured even harder by his parents, no longer able to hide under the excuse of a language barrier Jared spends alot of his time reading or studying for his own amusement or his classes.
Other: I don't understand how that two 9 thing works but i'll take your word for it.Sam Spark
Username: NightmareInd | Character Name: Sam Spark | Character Age: 15 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: 9th
Appearance: Dark blond hair, green eyes. He has average weight and height. He wears a white hoodie and grey jeans. He also has a bracelet with the logo from his favourite video game.
Biography: He was an orphan, and got bullied a lot. He turned to gaming as it was his way to take out his frustration. He recently moved to another orphanage, which made him come to the new school. He now wants to finally get some friends. (Sorry it is so short, I don't got much inspiration right now)
Other: I'm confused, there two nines but there aren't?
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Arndt Schulz
Account Name: RawrgnatheBloodfridge | Character Name: Arndt Schulz | Character Age: 13 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: 8th
Appearance: Arndt constantly sports some sort of Beanie on top of his head, even holding a prized collection of them. His hair is long enough to be seen poking out the back and front of his beanie and has a distinctly coffee brown look to it. His eyes are an emerald shade of green, and his eyebrows fairly thin. He normally wears some sort of T-shirt with an un-done button-up shirt over it. Generally preferring jeans, though he'll wear shorts whenever it gets hot and runs on Adidas shoes. He stands at 5'2", weighing in at 124 pounds.
Personality: Arndt has a hard-working attitude, with a dry sense of humor. Though he does act stubborn and hard-headed initially, he warms up to others very quickly, becoming very loyal and even protective to an extent. Arndt is normally a rational thinker, never really going outside of the box or thinking abstractly, but just trying to get through life with the rules he's given.
Biography: Arndt grew up in Western Germany living in the city of Bielefeld. His parents were strict, always pushing the virtue of hard-work onto his shoulders. As Arndt grew up, he was constantly worked to the bone, hardly allowed time for anything but helping his father with carpentry and schoolwork. When Arndt turned ten years old, he was enrolled into a private school where he was taught the importance of History and Science, despite being told earlier in his life that he only needed hard work and persistence. The only thing that gave him much enjoyment was collecting beanies he would buy whenever his family went on trips. At the age of twelve his family received a letter asking him to come to a school in France called Kadic. His parents at first were reluctant, but at being told he would move in, they immediately agreed. Now being forced to adjust to French society, Arndt enters Kadic Junior-high as an 8th grader.
Other: Even though the number 9 wasn't on there twice, I guess I'll make a comment about it.Sezaru Kumoi
Username: AncientHalo | Character Name: Sezaru Kumoi | Character Age: 14 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: Freshman Year (9th)
Appearance: Almost abnormally tall for his age, Sezaru stands at about five feet and six inches tall. He does not wear a hat at all, his hair is strangely a sleek silver with traces of black highlights which normally would give an ominous appearance. The skin complexion is fairly white yet almost seemingly pale when outside in the sun, though he does not care to eventually get slightly tanned during the day. Athletically built, having played tennis since the age of four, Sezaru naturally has a muscle-toned body from his years playing tennis with equally broad arms due to being ambidextrous. His normal everyday clothing consists that of a white-collared button down shirt with a black light jacket on top despite any weather condition along with some jeans for the most part. Sometimes he will wear regular semi-loose jeans and other times he will wear ripped jeans. His legs are slightly broad as well due to having to condition his body daily in order to keep his athleticism at its peak.
Personality: While projecting an ominous air around himself that screams "Come and Make Fun of Me!", Sezaru is actually a person who takes things seriously and will not hesitate to put people in their place with strong and potentially hurtful words. Sezaru is also almost never is one to enjoy humor. Yes, Sezaru will smile to show that the current conversation or joke is fine with him but rarely ever he will laugh as the most you will hear from him is a chuckle in the background. Despite being athletic and on the Tennis Team in Kadic Academy, Sezaru rarely ever likes to make friends and thus usually his only friends consist of those who actually take the time to understand him and those who are the Tennis Team as well. However, despite rarely wanting to make friends Sezaru is a kind and friendly person who is willing to help out with anything he is capable of.
Biography: Albeit being a gifted child since the age of four in the sport of Tennis, he doesn't care much for his background. Just that Sezaru loved to play Tennis day in and day out, his passion and his life. The childhood life of Sezaru somehow felt somewhat empty because despite having a talent for Tennis, he missed a lot of quality time with his parents and thus missed out on a lot of love and care. Born in Spain where Tennis was potentially and arguably the second most loved sport in the country, Sezaru's first language was obviously Spanish and learned other languages due to the revenue he was making by winning local and sectional tournaments. Sadly during the year he had turned 13 and was turning 14, his parents got into an argument which resulted in separation and sending Sezaru to French Boarding School known as Kadic Academy.
During his time in the eighth grade at Kadic Academy, Sezaru began to drift away from people and change his appearance to a new style which somehow begat an ominous around his persona and for the most part avoided him. The only things Sezaru brought with him were photos of his family, Tennis gear/clothing, regular clothing and some snacks he brought over from Spain. So, being gifted in school and scoring constant credit rolls and learning of the Tennis Team... Sezaru decided to join the team in order to ease his tensions from everyday life back at home. Of course, that was only an excuse to make himself known in France for Tennis just as he was known back in Spain.
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Original Theme Song: Be Somebody - Thousand Foot Krutch
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Battle Theme Song: Take it out on Me - Thousand Foot Krutch |
1,688 | 39 | 3 | 1,675 | 1,004 | **Sam**
I was listening to what the principal was saying. I then thought about it for a moment, and answered: "I'm fine with it, as long as I don't have any problem with the other person, but I will let you know by then if there is any, sir." I especially made sure the 'sir' sounded trustworthy, so I could impress the principal a little. If I learned one thing from all the orphanages and foster homes, it was that there was no bad word against an adult, especially if he had allot of control, so you could better have them as your friend. | #Sam
Username: NightmareInd | Character Name: Sam Spark | Character Age: 15 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: 9th
Appearance: Dark blond hair, green eyes. He has average weight and height. He wears a white hoodie and grey jeans. He also has a bracelet with the logo from his favourite video game.
Personality: To be RP'd
Biography: He was an orphan, and got bullied a lot. He turned to gaming as it was his way to take out his frustration. He recently moved to another orphanage, which made him come to the new school. He now wants to finally get some friends. (Sorry it is so short, I don't got much inspiration right now)
Other: I'm confused, there two nines but there aren't? |
1,689 | 39 | 4 | 1,544 | 335 | **Lonnie Hélène**
I was simply enthralled by all the hustle and bustle in the hallway, as I stood, fingers clasped together as I brought them up near my chin and grinned. I could honestly feel the exciting reverberation that was around me. It was so contagious. But of course, not everyone was talking, most if not all of us were new, so it made sense that most people didn't want to talk to someone they didn't know. Not yet anyways. Honestly though, I hoped no one would question me on my gender. As if I hadn't already been down that road numerous times already though. _You look just like your mother_, they say. I sighed and brought my hands down and grasped them together behind my back, watching intently as students were being called into the office and leaving relatively quickly.
One in particular came out and accidentally collided with another girl, prissy looking. I rolled my eyes and chuckled softly to myself, watching as the girl scorned him. Another kid was called into the office, but I didn't pay attention, my focus was stationed on the boy who had caused the girl to spill some kind of drink on herself. Poor thing, he looked so flustered as he watched the girl who called herself Sissy storm off. I teetered myself over to the boy in a jolly fashion, and followed his gaze to where the girl just left, taking a moment to run my hand along my long ponytail. I looked at him from the corner of my eyes and giggled. **"Cheer up laddie, I'm sure she knows you didn't mean to do it. Though, she looks like the type who can hold a mighty grudge"**, I said in a playful tone, taking a brief moment to pat his back before resuming my original position with my hands clasped behind my back.
I swiveled and faced the boy. **"My apologies, the names Lonnie"**, I said, my bright feminine face glowing with the opportunity to form a new friendship. There was nothing like meeting new people. | ### |
1,690 | 39 | 5 | 2,384 | 1,567 | Chàrlie's pursed lips released a huffy sigh. Summer vacation was over, time for the new school year. She leaned casually against the wall in the hallway, one of her curls twisting around her finger continuously. Her brown eyes coolly regarded those before her, the newer students. Chàrlie wondered if any of them were potential friends.
She was actually nervous for this new semester; all her friends had been older than her and now she would no longer have classes with them, since they were now in high school. And her best friend, Ana, had moved away over the summer to attend a school in Spain. Chàrlie felt lonely.
Her attention was grabbed by the showy display of annoyance Sissy had with one of the newer boys. Brown eyes rolled as Sissy let out a mean remark to the poor boy. The drink that had spilled on her, Chàrlie thought internally, must've been an act of godly justice. At her little quip, she giggled quietly. Sissy would never change in attitude, it seemed.
This would be Chàrlie's third year at Kadic, and possibly her last. Chàrlie supposed, looking around her, that she should at least try to make it an exciting one. She just didn't know where to start.
Chàrlie nonchalantly stepped up in line, still a trail of newer and younger kids in front of her. It would be her turn soon enough to receive her schedule and new papers. Thankfully, she didn't have to worry about dorming, her grandmother lived fairly close to the school and was within walking distance. She wouldn't have to be anxious about possibly getting an obnoxious roommate. | NPC's List
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Missing Lyoko Warriors:
Jeremie Belpois
Aelita Schaeffer
Aelita Schaeffer is one of the missing Lyoko Warriors. She has been discovered on Lyoko, in the Forest Sector. She has no memory of how she got there, or of Lyoko, other than the symbol commonly seen throughout Lyoko. She does remember Kadic.
Odd Della Robbia
Ulrich Stern
Yumi Ishiyama
William Dunbar
Teachers and Staff of Kadic
Gilles Fumet - Social Studies Teacher
Gustave Chardin - Art Teacher
Hans Klotz - School Psychologist
Jean Pierre Delmas - Principal
Jean-Pierre Delmas, known by the students at Kadic as Mr. Delmas, to Sissi as Daddy or Dad, and is the headmaster/principal of Kadic. He is very straightforward and weak-minded, as his daughter Sissi can often boss him around, sometimes to the advantage or disadvantage of Team Lyoko. He is very ignorant and gullible as seen in his dealings with his daughter and members of Team Lyoko. She has convinced him many times to organize school dances and other activities for her (or rather, has _demanded_ for him to do so).
Jim Morales - Physical Education Teacher/Dorm Manager
Jim Morales, also known as Jimbo, is the Physical Education teacher at Kadic, and the campus supervisor and the health teacher. He has a love handle on his stomach and is shown to eat fairly unhealthy, but while he is overweight he is shown to be very strong in many episodes. He always has a bandage on his left cheek and tucks his trousers into his socks and wears a headband. He always wears a white t-shirt and red sweatpants and a red sweatshirt.
Mrs. Meyer - Math Teacher
Mrs. Meyer is the math teacher at Kadic.
Nicole Weber - Office Secretary
Nicoletta "Nicole" Weber is the office secretary in Kadic Academy. Her room is beside the Principal Delmas' room.
Rosa Petitjean - Lunch Lady
Suzanne Hertz - Science Teacher
Suzanne Hertz, known by the students as Mrs. Hertz or Ms. Hertz and by Jim as Suzanne, is the science and a homeroom teacher at Kadic. She replaced Franz Hopper as a science teacher. She usually does a lot of experiments with her students, some of which help them against X.A.N.A.'s attack. She is shown to have a sense of humor. Jim Morales, the PE teacher and campus supervisor, is shown to have a crush on her in the second season. She deeply loves nature.
Yolande Perraudin - School Nurse
Students of Kadic
Elisabeth "Sissi" Delmas - Popular and punkish 8th Grader
Elisabeth "Sissi" Delmas is an often mean, spoiled and popular student at Kadic. She often pesters Team Lyoko, most of the time to win Ulrich's affections. However, she admits in Holiday in the Fog that she is gaining their attention through her mean actions towards them. By so doing she is almost making enemies out of her would-be friends, instead of gaining any of their respect, much to her chagrin. At the end of the series, in Echoes, she achieves this at last and becomes an official friend of the group. She is also the daughter of Mr. Delmas, the principal of Kadic, the boarding school she attends and lives in. She is a major recurring character.
Herb Pichon - Friend of Sissi, 8th Grader
Herb Pichon (also spelled Hervé Pichon) is a ninth grader at Kadic and a classmate to the Lyoko Warriors. He is the second-in-command of Sissi's Gang, and sometimes even the boss in times of emergency when Sissi proves to be incompetent, as he is obviously the most intelligent in their group. Herb is also in love with Sissi, although he can't tell her because she has crushes on various people including Ulrich and Theo Gauthier.
Nicholas Poliakoff - Friend of Sissi, 8th Grader
Nicolas Poliakoff is a ninth grader at Kadic. He is a member of Sissi's gang, and mostly just stands there staring into space unless Sissi orders him to follow her. He is the stereotypical dumb, muscle kind of bully. It is still unknown why exactly Nicholas joined Sissi's "gang", but it is probably due to the fact Herb did. Nicholas also has a crush on Aelita, but has never acted on it.
He can play the drums, and is in the Pop Rock Progressives, a band started by Odd. As a result, he is certainly more tolerant of and kinder toward Team Lyoko than Herb and Sissi are. In some episodes, it is shown he has at least some degree of intelligence, as he wrote the play in Laughing Fit. Nicholas is also easy to scare, as is Herb.
Emmanuel "Mike" Maillard - Average 8th Grader, drummer
Mike isn't a very popular kid. Nor is he unknown either. He's pretty generic in a lot of ways, though he is pretty friendly and is willing to help others in need. Though, a XANA attack would surely scare him into submission. He wears a long-sleeve red shirt, with a black t-shirt over top, and usually shorts. He wears a necklace around his neck. He has long black hair, kept some in a ponytail.
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Josive Ferrara
Username: Teknonick | Character Name: Josive Ferrara | Character Age: 13 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: 8th
Appearance: Josive's hair color is a jet black, and kept at average length. He wears a long-sleeve blue shirt, and simple jeans. His shoes are good for running in, but not any big-name brands. He weighs about a hundred pounds, and stands four feet and eleven inches tall.
Personality: Josive's personality is usually shy to those he doesn't know, but completely open to anyone he has met before, even for a few seconds. Josive tends to be very serious at times, and tries to think things logically before acting.
Biography: Josive Ferrana was a very smart baby, no, a genius. Within his first months he learned to walk and talk, and soon after learned to solve puzzles. As he grew older, so did his intelligence. He learned coding and robotics, always spending his money on more parts rather than magazines or games.
Josive's parent's relationship was always debatable, which pushed him even farther away from them, and henceforth pushing his parents away more. Josive preferred being alone, which also lead to his curious behavior. Josive was the kid that would enter an abandoned house, just to see what was inside, or climb up a tree to see a little farther.
As he grew older, his parents got farther and farther away, almost to the point of divorce. Often, he would be sent away to his grandfather's house, and play with him, or learn more about programming. His grandfather was very into computers and hunting (A strange mix) which led to Josive learning to hunt. Though, Josive barely retains any knowledge of the skill of hunting, he still thinks back to the days with his grandparent.
On Josive's twelfth birthday, he got the worst gift a child could get. His parents were almost at the point of violence, but they wanted better for their child. They decided to send him off to a school where he could be by himself, and not see them fight. He was sent to Kadic junior high school, about a whole state away, so he got a room inside the junior high school. As a gift, his grandfather gave Josive a locket of himself, so he could remember him. The better gift he liked.
Exactly a month ago is when Jeremy and his friends had gone missing, and there was absolutely no sign of them coming back. Josive is about to be assigned Jeremie's room. Little does he know he will be taking on a bigger challenge than junior high school.
Other: I think I should take a look at the rules again. Especially rule 9. That one's my favorite.Bella
Username: Gambit | Character Name: Bella | Character Age: 14 | Character Gender: Female | Character Grade: 8th
Appearance: Blueish-black shoulder length hair with long bangs, bright blue eyes, and freckles across her nose. Bella is of average height and weight. She wears a tan colored crochet beret, a button down shirt, jeans, and sneakers. She always wears a silver dragon necklace, and is also fond of scarves.
Personality: Bella is very outgoing and enjoys being around her friends. She is an artist and writer, so she is very creative, but she thinks very logically. She does not like talking about anything personal unless with someone very close. When she is stressed or upset she comes across as angry instead. When she is actually angry she gets very cold and quiet.
Biography: Bella lived in New Hampshire with her parents and older brother. She attended a private school there and studied art whenever possible, and had a lot of friends. She was very close to her older brother. Whenever she was having trouble Bella would go to him for advise. Everything seemed to be going well until her brother vanished in the middle of the night. The police said that he had likely run away from home. Bella was heartbroken when her brother didn't come home. She started having trouble in school and lashed out at anyone who tried to help her. Bella's parents eventually decided to send her to Kadic Junior High school in hopes that Bella could have a new start.Flippy Takeshi
Username: gamer5910 | Character Name: Flippy Takeshi | Character Age: 14 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: 8th
Appearance: Flippy is 5'3" with blue hair and blue eyes he is skinny-ish but can fight well and can run really well. He wears a light black hoodie with cat ears on it, a light blue shirt beneath, black sweat pants with white shoes with black laces, and also can't forget about his headphones they are a darker blue than his hair with a magenta color for the cord.
Personality: Flippy isn't that social but when he is he comes off really friendly, but to get him to be social is like to see a double rainbow during a lunar eclipse. Due to his past he doesn't like being asked about his mother or father but he does answer about how many grandparents, siblings, or cousins, he has which most people tend to ask him. He is also known to be very Popular which in that case it is prouder to be picked on for that reason, but he just puts on his headphones and ignores the people picking on him.
Bio: When Flippy was born in Japan he had no brother or sister, and his father worked for the army so he didn't get to see him often. His mom on the other hand he saw every day with a smile. Ever since Flippy was five two things happened to him that he will never for get one was his spent the one day a year he could coming to his sons birthday, and his gift to Flippy was wooden katana hand carved by his own father. He also found out he loved two things drawing and computers. Since he loved those two things he wanted to find a carrier that could involve one or the other which meant he didn't have much time for social time he spent his time up to the age of 12 drawing learning about computers. His mother told him they had to move but since Flippy had no friends he didn't really care. So for the next two years Flippy was getting better and better at his hobbies, but one day his school burnt down and he had to switch to Kacid Academy which made him have to leave his mom and live in one of the rooms at the school. The day before Flippy left his mother gave him a necklace which had a yin-yang symbol on it his mother told him it has been past down from her mothers mother to him, so he treasured it just like his wooden katana from his dad.
It took him a month to get packed and ready to move into the school it was a easy transaction, but when he arrived he heard that a group of students went missing. He was curios at first but just kept to his work and didn't care after a while, so from then on out its been a normal life to him, or so it seems.
Other: I can't think of anything good to say about rule 9, but it is a good rule to follow.Garsin Folkvar
Username: Jollan | Character Name: Garsin Folkvar | Character Age: 16 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: 9th
Appearance: Garsin has a large, strong, stocky build and stands at about 5'8". He has tanned skin and short, sandy hair cut high and tight. He has a masculine face with a strong square jaw and a set brow. His eyes are hazel with green in the center that fades to brown on the edge or the iris. He wears button up shirts with the top four buttons undone, the sleeves rolled to just below his elbow, and a white tank top underneath. He normally wears cargo khaki pants with a wallet chain and dark brown work boots. On his right wrist he has a stainless steel bracelet that matches the one around his neck, and a ring on his right ring finger and thumb. As for his left arm he wears a black durable watch that can tell him the time through beeps when he presses a button on it. He normally walks with a foldable cane with yellow and red tape around it so that people can see it as he walks around. There is a pouch on his belt to put the cane while he isn't using it.
Personality: Though he can look intimidating, he normally keeps to himself. He is somewhat shy but polite, though he is very self conscious about his cane accidentally hitting or tripping people to the point where he tries to walk without using it so much,... and then running into people. His large size and stature don't really do much to help him either, but that is halfway his own fault for working out so much. He has a silent anger that will build and flare up on occasion, but has the maturity not to act recklessly most of the time.
Biography: Garsin was born blind which made it difficult for him in school. when he was little, he was even held back from starting kindergarten because his parents were unsure if he was ready. After a while he was able to read braille, and with the help of tutors, get through his first couple of years at school. The jewelry he wears are hand-me-downs from his grandfather before he passed away. His family never had a lot of money to send Garsin to a private school or to pay tutors at later grades as he grew up. Though when Garsin had started getting into fights at school from people picking at his condition and poverty, his parents decided to home-school him. After a while, and due to a greater amount of focus outside of the public schools, Garsin was doing well in his studies. A friend of the family suggested Kadic Junior High to them and while the parents were unsure due to costs, Garsin was able to get in due to his grades and passing a test to see if he qualified outside of home-schooling. He was able to get a hold of some nice looking clothes at a thrift store so that he could at least look like he didn't come from a lower income household. However, old wounds didn't seem to heal to well, and he mostly tries to stay out of people's way.
Other: Garsin usually likes to spend his time in the gym, doing weight training and excising. His most prize possession is a cello which he likes to play and he keeps it in his dorm room.
This "number 9" foul up everyone is talking about.... I feel it is a malicious attack on the well being of my character's life and I shall deal with it accordingly.Jared Chang
Username: Alternax | Character Name: Jared Chang | Character Age: 12 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: 7th
Appearance: Jared has a lightly tanned skin, though most people notice his eyes slight slant, and higher cheekbones. He has short black hair brushed to his left side. He has a moderate build showing that he is stronger than he looks, standing at an 5'2. He usually wears t-shirts of various designs, but he is partial to a dark green shirt with a traditional chinese dragon coiled up in the center blowing fire, and blue jeans.He often wears a jansport backpack to school, along with a barely noticeable jade ring attached to a necklace around his neck.
Personality: Joyful, generally happy, growing up in outside Asia with foreign parents wasn't easy but he's managed to keep a good attitude about it. Although he is generally happy he is slow to warm up to strangers, due to most people teasing him or pushing his patience repetitively. When he does warm up to someone it's as if he becomes someone completely different, always cracking jokes, and even using sarcasm.
Biography: Growing up in china Jared's parents sought a better life for their family. Finding the perfect job in France, and after discussing this with American tourists Jared's father jumped into this chance and planned their trip. After a few weeks of settling in and deciding on a house Jared's family set down, wasting no time in planning Jared's education they found that he was to take intense language classes at Kadic Junior High. Spending the his first year trying to master the local language he managed to learn a good understanding, though his accent still shows up in most sentences. Now in his 7th grade year Jared finds himself pressured even harder by his parents, no longer able to hide under the excuse of a language barrier Jared spends alot of his time reading or studying for his own amusement or his classes.
Other: I don't understand how that two 9 thing works but i'll take your word for it.Sam Spark
Username: NightmareInd | Character Name: Sam Spark | Character Age: 15 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: 9th
Appearance: Dark blond hair, green eyes. He has average weight and height. He wears a white hoodie and grey jeans. He also has a bracelet with the logo from his favourite video game.
Biography: He was an orphan, and got bullied a lot. He turned to gaming as it was his way to take out his frustration. He recently moved to another orphanage, which made him come to the new school. He now wants to finally get some friends. (Sorry it is so short, I don't got much inspiration right now)
Other: I'm confused, there two nines but there aren't?
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Arndt Schulz
Account Name: RawrgnatheBloodfridge | Character Name: Arndt Schulz | Character Age: 13 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: 8th
Appearance: Arndt constantly sports some sort of Beanie on top of his head, even holding a prized collection of them. His hair is long enough to be seen poking out the back and front of his beanie and has a distinctly coffee brown look to it. His eyes are an emerald shade of green, and his eyebrows fairly thin. He normally wears some sort of T-shirt with an un-done button-up shirt over it. Generally preferring jeans, though he'll wear shorts whenever it gets hot and runs on Adidas shoes. He stands at 5'2", weighing in at 124 pounds.
Personality: Arndt has a hard-working attitude, with a dry sense of humor. Though he does act stubborn and hard-headed initially, he warms up to others very quickly, becoming very loyal and even protective to an extent. Arndt is normally a rational thinker, never really going outside of the box or thinking abstractly, but just trying to get through life with the rules he's given.
Biography: Arndt grew up in Western Germany living in the city of Bielefeld. His parents were strict, always pushing the virtue of hard-work onto his shoulders. As Arndt grew up, he was constantly worked to the bone, hardly allowed time for anything but helping his father with carpentry and schoolwork. When Arndt turned ten years old, he was enrolled into a private school where he was taught the importance of History and Science, despite being told earlier in his life that he only needed hard work and persistence. The only thing that gave him much enjoyment was collecting beanies he would buy whenever his family went on trips. At the age of twelve his family received a letter asking him to come to a school in France called Kadic. His parents at first were reluctant, but at being told he would move in, they immediately agreed. Now being forced to adjust to French society, Arndt enters Kadic Junior-high as an 8th grader.
Other: Even though the number 9 wasn't on there twice, I guess I'll make a comment about it.Sezaru Kumoi
Username: AncientHalo | Character Name: Sezaru Kumoi | Character Age: 14 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: Freshman Year (9th)
Appearance: Almost abnormally tall for his age, Sezaru stands at about five feet and six inches tall. He does not wear a hat at all, his hair is strangely a sleek silver with traces of black highlights which normally would give an ominous appearance. The skin complexion is fairly white yet almost seemingly pale when outside in the sun, though he does not care to eventually get slightly tanned during the day. Athletically built, having played tennis since the age of four, Sezaru naturally has a muscle-toned body from his years playing tennis with equally broad arms due to being ambidextrous. His normal everyday clothing consists that of a white-collared button down shirt with a black light jacket on top despite any weather condition along with some jeans for the most part. Sometimes he will wear regular semi-loose jeans and other times he will wear ripped jeans. His legs are slightly broad as well due to having to condition his body daily in order to keep his athleticism at its peak.
Personality: While projecting an ominous air around himself that screams "Come and Make Fun of Me!", Sezaru is actually a person who takes things seriously and will not hesitate to put people in their place with strong and potentially hurtful words. Sezaru is also almost never is one to enjoy humor. Yes, Sezaru will smile to show that the current conversation or joke is fine with him but rarely ever he will laugh as the most you will hear from him is a chuckle in the background. Despite being athletic and on the Tennis Team in Kadic Academy, Sezaru rarely ever likes to make friends and thus usually his only friends consist of those who actually take the time to understand him and those who are the Tennis Team as well. However, despite rarely wanting to make friends Sezaru is a kind and friendly person who is willing to help out with anything he is capable of.
Biography: Albeit being a gifted child since the age of four in the sport of Tennis, he doesn't care much for his background. Just that Sezaru loved to play Tennis day in and day out, his passion and his life. The childhood life of Sezaru somehow felt somewhat empty because despite having a talent for Tennis, he missed a lot of quality time with his parents and thus missed out on a lot of love and care. Born in Spain where Tennis was potentially and arguably the second most loved sport in the country, Sezaru's first language was obviously Spanish and learned other languages due to the revenue he was making by winning local and sectional tournaments. Sadly during the year he had turned 13 and was turning 14, his parents got into an argument which resulted in separation and sending Sezaru to French Boarding School known as Kadic Academy.
During his time in the eighth grade at Kadic Academy, Sezaru began to drift away from people and change his appearance to a new style which somehow begat an ominous around his persona and for the most part avoided him. The only things Sezaru brought with him were photos of his family, Tennis gear/clothing, regular clothing and some snacks he brought over from Spain. So, being gifted in school and scoring constant credit rolls and learning of the Tennis Team... Sezaru decided to join the team in order to ease his tensions from everyday life back at home. Of course, that was only an excuse to make himself known in France for Tennis just as he was known back in Spain.
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Original Theme Song: Be Somebody - Thousand Foot Krutch
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Battle Theme Song: Take it out on Me - Thousand Foot Krutch |
1,691 | 39 | 6 | 1,943 | 369 | **Arndt Schulz**
Arndt dusted off his clothes after being driven to what would be his new school. It didn't exactly look very big, but it was a boarding school after all. Arndt readjusted his beanie, so as to give off a better first impression, and straightened out his shirt. He took his first few steps into campus, spotting what was likely the Principle's office, the line-up of students giving it away. He casually walked towards the line, attempting not to stand out or look weak. He was only a little wait, at the fault of his driver stopping to get breakfast along way. But, he still had a chance of checking in.
As Arndt reached the back of the line, he could see a bit of a mishap up front. _Sucks for that kid. On the first day, too,_ he thought to himself. Arndt examined people in the line, listening to conversations that popped up. He knew next to nothing about the school, not even where the dormitories were, and listened desperately for clues. Arndt stood hunched over with his hands in his pockets, waiting and thinking.
After a moment of impatience, he attempted to strike up a conversation with the person in front of him. "hey, uh, it would be great if I could get directions to the dorms. Oh, and, maybe some tips on what to expect. I have no experience with boarding schools, so that'd be great." He gave a bit of a grin, and thought to himself, _Amazing, you've messed it up already. May as well should call it quits now._ Arndt stood, waiting for an answer. | ### Arndt Schulz
Account Name: RawrgnatheBloodfridge
Character Name: Arndt Schulz
Character Age: 13
Character Gender: Male
Character Grade: 8th
Appearance:
Arndt constantly sports some sort of Beanie on top of his head, even holding a prized collection of them. His hair is long enough to be seen poking out the back and front of his beanie and has a distinctly coffee brown look to it. His eyes are an emerald shade of green, and his eyebrows fairly thin. He normally wears some sort of T-shirt with an un-done button-up shirt over it. Generally preferring jeans, though he'll wear shorts whenever it gets hot and runs on Adidas shoes. He stands at 5'2", weighing in at 124 pounds.
Personality:
Arndt has a hard-working attitude, with a dry sense of humor. Though he does act stubborn and hard-headed initially, he warms up to others very quickly, becoming very loyal and even protective to an extent. Arndt is normally a rational thinker, never really going outside of the box or thinking abstractly, but just trying to get through life with the rules he's given.
Biography:
Arndt grew up in Western Germany living in the city of Bielefeld. His parents were strict, always pushing the virtue of hard-work onto his shoulders. As Arndt grew up, he was constantly worked to the bone, hardly allowed time for anything but helping his father with carpentry and schoolwork. When Arndt turned ten years old, he was enrolled into a private school where he was taught the importance of History and Science, despite being told earlier in his life that he only needed hard work and persistence. The only thing that gave him much enjoyment was collecting beanies he would buy whenever his family went on trips. At the age of twelve his family received a letter asking him to come to a school in France called Kadic. His parents at first were reluctant, but at being told he would move in, they immediately agreed. Now being forced to adjust to French society, Arndt enters Kadic Junior-high as an 8th grader.
Other:
Even though the number 9 wasn't on there twice, I guess I'll make a comment about it. |
1,692 | 39 | 7 | 1,675 | 1,004 | **Sam**
I left the office. I knew I still needed to set up my laptop, so I told myself to go to my dorm. I read the papers I just got, trying to find out where it was when I accidentily bumped into a girl, wich made me drop all my papers. "Excuse me," I said, than started picking them up again. _Darn, why does the first day have to go so bad already. I just want to game a little before I need to go to class._ | #Sam
Username: NightmareInd | Character Name: Sam Spark | Character Age: 15 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: 9th
Appearance: Dark blond hair, green eyes. He has average weight and height. He wears a white hoodie and grey jeans. He also has a bracelet with the logo from his favourite video game.
Personality: To be RP'd
Biography: He was an orphan, and got bullied a lot. He turned to gaming as it was his way to take out his frustration. He recently moved to another orphanage, which made him come to the new school. He now wants to finally get some friends. (Sorry it is so short, I don't got much inspiration right now)
Other: I'm confused, there two nines but there aren't? |
1,693 | 39 | 8 | 2,384 | 1,567 | <Arndt>:
"Hmm?" the kid you asked responded to your question as he turned around to face you. "Oh, hey. Well, we're all waiting in line to be given our papers telling us what classes we are to do, and assigned our rooms." the kid answered your question. "Directions? Sure! I can help you out afterwards. I'm a student here already, but I still need to be assigned my classes." he said with his hands in his pockets like yours. He pulled out one hand and offered it too you, "My name's Mike!" he said, waiting for you to accept his offer of a handshake. | NPC's List
For a complete list of official characters, follow this link.
Missing Lyoko Warriors:
Jeremie Belpois
Aelita Schaeffer
Aelita Schaeffer is one of the missing Lyoko Warriors. She has been discovered on Lyoko, in the Forest Sector. She has no memory of how she got there, or of Lyoko, other than the symbol commonly seen throughout Lyoko. She does remember Kadic.
Odd Della Robbia
Ulrich Stern
Yumi Ishiyama
William Dunbar
Teachers and Staff of Kadic
Gilles Fumet - Social Studies Teacher
Gustave Chardin - Art Teacher
Hans Klotz - School Psychologist
Jean Pierre Delmas - Principal
Jean-Pierre Delmas, known by the students at Kadic as Mr. Delmas, to Sissi as Daddy or Dad, and is the headmaster/principal of Kadic. He is very straightforward and weak-minded, as his daughter Sissi can often boss him around, sometimes to the advantage or disadvantage of Team Lyoko. He is very ignorant and gullible as seen in his dealings with his daughter and members of Team Lyoko. She has convinced him many times to organize school dances and other activities for her (or rather, has _demanded_ for him to do so).
Jim Morales - Physical Education Teacher/Dorm Manager
Jim Morales, also known as Jimbo, is the Physical Education teacher at Kadic, and the campus supervisor and the health teacher. He has a love handle on his stomach and is shown to eat fairly unhealthy, but while he is overweight he is shown to be very strong in many episodes. He always has a bandage on his left cheek and tucks his trousers into his socks and wears a headband. He always wears a white t-shirt and red sweatpants and a red sweatshirt.
Mrs. Meyer - Math Teacher
Mrs. Meyer is the math teacher at Kadic.
Nicole Weber - Office Secretary
Nicoletta "Nicole" Weber is the office secretary in Kadic Academy. Her room is beside the Principal Delmas' room.
Rosa Petitjean - Lunch Lady
Suzanne Hertz - Science Teacher
Suzanne Hertz, known by the students as Mrs. Hertz or Ms. Hertz and by Jim as Suzanne, is the science and a homeroom teacher at Kadic. She replaced Franz Hopper as a science teacher. She usually does a lot of experiments with her students, some of which help them against X.A.N.A.'s attack. She is shown to have a sense of humor. Jim Morales, the PE teacher and campus supervisor, is shown to have a crush on her in the second season. She deeply loves nature.
Yolande Perraudin - School Nurse
Students of Kadic
Elisabeth "Sissi" Delmas - Popular and punkish 8th Grader
Elisabeth "Sissi" Delmas is an often mean, spoiled and popular student at Kadic. She often pesters Team Lyoko, most of the time to win Ulrich's affections. However, she admits in Holiday in the Fog that she is gaining their attention through her mean actions towards them. By so doing she is almost making enemies out of her would-be friends, instead of gaining any of their respect, much to her chagrin. At the end of the series, in Echoes, she achieves this at last and becomes an official friend of the group. She is also the daughter of Mr. Delmas, the principal of Kadic, the boarding school she attends and lives in. She is a major recurring character.
Herb Pichon - Friend of Sissi, 8th Grader
Herb Pichon (also spelled Hervé Pichon) is a ninth grader at Kadic and a classmate to the Lyoko Warriors. He is the second-in-command of Sissi's Gang, and sometimes even the boss in times of emergency when Sissi proves to be incompetent, as he is obviously the most intelligent in their group. Herb is also in love with Sissi, although he can't tell her because she has crushes on various people including Ulrich and Theo Gauthier.
Nicholas Poliakoff - Friend of Sissi, 8th Grader
Nicolas Poliakoff is a ninth grader at Kadic. He is a member of Sissi's gang, and mostly just stands there staring into space unless Sissi orders him to follow her. He is the stereotypical dumb, muscle kind of bully. It is still unknown why exactly Nicholas joined Sissi's "gang", but it is probably due to the fact Herb did. Nicholas also has a crush on Aelita, but has never acted on it.
He can play the drums, and is in the Pop Rock Progressives, a band started by Odd. As a result, he is certainly more tolerant of and kinder toward Team Lyoko than Herb and Sissi are. In some episodes, it is shown he has at least some degree of intelligence, as he wrote the play in Laughing Fit. Nicholas is also easy to scare, as is Herb.
Emmanuel "Mike" Maillard - Average 8th Grader, drummer
Mike isn't a very popular kid. Nor is he unknown either. He's pretty generic in a lot of ways, though he is pretty friendly and is willing to help others in need. Though, a XANA attack would surely scare him into submission. He wears a long-sleeve red shirt, with a black t-shirt over top, and usually shorts. He wears a necklace around his neck. He has long black hair, kept some in a ponytail.
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Josive Ferrara
Username: Teknonick | Character Name: Josive Ferrara | Character Age: 13 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: 8th
Appearance: Josive's hair color is a jet black, and kept at average length. He wears a long-sleeve blue shirt, and simple jeans. His shoes are good for running in, but not any big-name brands. He weighs about a hundred pounds, and stands four feet and eleven inches tall.
Personality: Josive's personality is usually shy to those he doesn't know, but completely open to anyone he has met before, even for a few seconds. Josive tends to be very serious at times, and tries to think things logically before acting.
Biography: Josive Ferrana was a very smart baby, no, a genius. Within his first months he learned to walk and talk, and soon after learned to solve puzzles. As he grew older, so did his intelligence. He learned coding and robotics, always spending his money on more parts rather than magazines or games.
Josive's parent's relationship was always debatable, which pushed him even farther away from them, and henceforth pushing his parents away more. Josive preferred being alone, which also lead to his curious behavior. Josive was the kid that would enter an abandoned house, just to see what was inside, or climb up a tree to see a little farther.
As he grew older, his parents got farther and farther away, almost to the point of divorce. Often, he would be sent away to his grandfather's house, and play with him, or learn more about programming. His grandfather was very into computers and hunting (A strange mix) which led to Josive learning to hunt. Though, Josive barely retains any knowledge of the skill of hunting, he still thinks back to the days with his grandparent.
On Josive's twelfth birthday, he got the worst gift a child could get. His parents were almost at the point of violence, but they wanted better for their child. They decided to send him off to a school where he could be by himself, and not see them fight. He was sent to Kadic junior high school, about a whole state away, so he got a room inside the junior high school. As a gift, his grandfather gave Josive a locket of himself, so he could remember him. The better gift he liked.
Exactly a month ago is when Jeremy and his friends had gone missing, and there was absolutely no sign of them coming back. Josive is about to be assigned Jeremie's room. Little does he know he will be taking on a bigger challenge than junior high school.
Other: I think I should take a look at the rules again. Especially rule 9. That one's my favorite.Bella
Username: Gambit | Character Name: Bella | Character Age: 14 | Character Gender: Female | Character Grade: 8th
Appearance: Blueish-black shoulder length hair with long bangs, bright blue eyes, and freckles across her nose. Bella is of average height and weight. She wears a tan colored crochet beret, a button down shirt, jeans, and sneakers. She always wears a silver dragon necklace, and is also fond of scarves.
Personality: Bella is very outgoing and enjoys being around her friends. She is an artist and writer, so she is very creative, but she thinks very logically. She does not like talking about anything personal unless with someone very close. When she is stressed or upset she comes across as angry instead. When she is actually angry she gets very cold and quiet.
Biography: Bella lived in New Hampshire with her parents and older brother. She attended a private school there and studied art whenever possible, and had a lot of friends. She was very close to her older brother. Whenever she was having trouble Bella would go to him for advise. Everything seemed to be going well until her brother vanished in the middle of the night. The police said that he had likely run away from home. Bella was heartbroken when her brother didn't come home. She started having trouble in school and lashed out at anyone who tried to help her. Bella's parents eventually decided to send her to Kadic Junior High school in hopes that Bella could have a new start.Flippy Takeshi
Username: gamer5910 | Character Name: Flippy Takeshi | Character Age: 14 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: 8th
Appearance: Flippy is 5'3" with blue hair and blue eyes he is skinny-ish but can fight well and can run really well. He wears a light black hoodie with cat ears on it, a light blue shirt beneath, black sweat pants with white shoes with black laces, and also can't forget about his headphones they are a darker blue than his hair with a magenta color for the cord.
Personality: Flippy isn't that social but when he is he comes off really friendly, but to get him to be social is like to see a double rainbow during a lunar eclipse. Due to his past he doesn't like being asked about his mother or father but he does answer about how many grandparents, siblings, or cousins, he has which most people tend to ask him. He is also known to be very Popular which in that case it is prouder to be picked on for that reason, but he just puts on his headphones and ignores the people picking on him.
Bio: When Flippy was born in Japan he had no brother or sister, and his father worked for the army so he didn't get to see him often. His mom on the other hand he saw every day with a smile. Ever since Flippy was five two things happened to him that he will never for get one was his spent the one day a year he could coming to his sons birthday, and his gift to Flippy was wooden katana hand carved by his own father. He also found out he loved two things drawing and computers. Since he loved those two things he wanted to find a carrier that could involve one or the other which meant he didn't have much time for social time he spent his time up to the age of 12 drawing learning about computers. His mother told him they had to move but since Flippy had no friends he didn't really care. So for the next two years Flippy was getting better and better at his hobbies, but one day his school burnt down and he had to switch to Kacid Academy which made him have to leave his mom and live in one of the rooms at the school. The day before Flippy left his mother gave him a necklace which had a yin-yang symbol on it his mother told him it has been past down from her mothers mother to him, so he treasured it just like his wooden katana from his dad.
It took him a month to get packed and ready to move into the school it was a easy transaction, but when he arrived he heard that a group of students went missing. He was curios at first but just kept to his work and didn't care after a while, so from then on out its been a normal life to him, or so it seems.
Other: I can't think of anything good to say about rule 9, but it is a good rule to follow.Garsin Folkvar
Username: Jollan | Character Name: Garsin Folkvar | Character Age: 16 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: 9th
Appearance: Garsin has a large, strong, stocky build and stands at about 5'8". He has tanned skin and short, sandy hair cut high and tight. He has a masculine face with a strong square jaw and a set brow. His eyes are hazel with green in the center that fades to brown on the edge or the iris. He wears button up shirts with the top four buttons undone, the sleeves rolled to just below his elbow, and a white tank top underneath. He normally wears cargo khaki pants with a wallet chain and dark brown work boots. On his right wrist he has a stainless steel bracelet that matches the one around his neck, and a ring on his right ring finger and thumb. As for his left arm he wears a black durable watch that can tell him the time through beeps when he presses a button on it. He normally walks with a foldable cane with yellow and red tape around it so that people can see it as he walks around. There is a pouch on his belt to put the cane while he isn't using it.
Personality: Though he can look intimidating, he normally keeps to himself. He is somewhat shy but polite, though he is very self conscious about his cane accidentally hitting or tripping people to the point where he tries to walk without using it so much,... and then running into people. His large size and stature don't really do much to help him either, but that is halfway his own fault for working out so much. He has a silent anger that will build and flare up on occasion, but has the maturity not to act recklessly most of the time.
Biography: Garsin was born blind which made it difficult for him in school. when he was little, he was even held back from starting kindergarten because his parents were unsure if he was ready. After a while he was able to read braille, and with the help of tutors, get through his first couple of years at school. The jewelry he wears are hand-me-downs from his grandfather before he passed away. His family never had a lot of money to send Garsin to a private school or to pay tutors at later grades as he grew up. Though when Garsin had started getting into fights at school from people picking at his condition and poverty, his parents decided to home-school him. After a while, and due to a greater amount of focus outside of the public schools, Garsin was doing well in his studies. A friend of the family suggested Kadic Junior High to them and while the parents were unsure due to costs, Garsin was able to get in due to his grades and passing a test to see if he qualified outside of home-schooling. He was able to get a hold of some nice looking clothes at a thrift store so that he could at least look like he didn't come from a lower income household. However, old wounds didn't seem to heal to well, and he mostly tries to stay out of people's way.
Other: Garsin usually likes to spend his time in the gym, doing weight training and excising. His most prize possession is a cello which he likes to play and he keeps it in his dorm room.
This "number 9" foul up everyone is talking about.... I feel it is a malicious attack on the well being of my character's life and I shall deal with it accordingly.Jared Chang
Username: Alternax | Character Name: Jared Chang | Character Age: 12 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: 7th
Appearance: Jared has a lightly tanned skin, though most people notice his eyes slight slant, and higher cheekbones. He has short black hair brushed to his left side. He has a moderate build showing that he is stronger than he looks, standing at an 5'2. He usually wears t-shirts of various designs, but he is partial to a dark green shirt with a traditional chinese dragon coiled up in the center blowing fire, and blue jeans.He often wears a jansport backpack to school, along with a barely noticeable jade ring attached to a necklace around his neck.
Personality: Joyful, generally happy, growing up in outside Asia with foreign parents wasn't easy but he's managed to keep a good attitude about it. Although he is generally happy he is slow to warm up to strangers, due to most people teasing him or pushing his patience repetitively. When he does warm up to someone it's as if he becomes someone completely different, always cracking jokes, and even using sarcasm.
Biography: Growing up in china Jared's parents sought a better life for their family. Finding the perfect job in France, and after discussing this with American tourists Jared's father jumped into this chance and planned their trip. After a few weeks of settling in and deciding on a house Jared's family set down, wasting no time in planning Jared's education they found that he was to take intense language classes at Kadic Junior High. Spending the his first year trying to master the local language he managed to learn a good understanding, though his accent still shows up in most sentences. Now in his 7th grade year Jared finds himself pressured even harder by his parents, no longer able to hide under the excuse of a language barrier Jared spends alot of his time reading or studying for his own amusement or his classes.
Other: I don't understand how that two 9 thing works but i'll take your word for it.Sam Spark
Username: NightmareInd | Character Name: Sam Spark | Character Age: 15 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: 9th
Appearance: Dark blond hair, green eyes. He has average weight and height. He wears a white hoodie and grey jeans. He also has a bracelet with the logo from his favourite video game.
Biography: He was an orphan, and got bullied a lot. He turned to gaming as it was his way to take out his frustration. He recently moved to another orphanage, which made him come to the new school. He now wants to finally get some friends. (Sorry it is so short, I don't got much inspiration right now)
Other: I'm confused, there two nines but there aren't?
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Arndt Schulz
Account Name: RawrgnatheBloodfridge | Character Name: Arndt Schulz | Character Age: 13 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: 8th
Appearance: Arndt constantly sports some sort of Beanie on top of his head, even holding a prized collection of them. His hair is long enough to be seen poking out the back and front of his beanie and has a distinctly coffee brown look to it. His eyes are an emerald shade of green, and his eyebrows fairly thin. He normally wears some sort of T-shirt with an un-done button-up shirt over it. Generally preferring jeans, though he'll wear shorts whenever it gets hot and runs on Adidas shoes. He stands at 5'2", weighing in at 124 pounds.
Personality: Arndt has a hard-working attitude, with a dry sense of humor. Though he does act stubborn and hard-headed initially, he warms up to others very quickly, becoming very loyal and even protective to an extent. Arndt is normally a rational thinker, never really going outside of the box or thinking abstractly, but just trying to get through life with the rules he's given.
Biography: Arndt grew up in Western Germany living in the city of Bielefeld. His parents were strict, always pushing the virtue of hard-work onto his shoulders. As Arndt grew up, he was constantly worked to the bone, hardly allowed time for anything but helping his father with carpentry and schoolwork. When Arndt turned ten years old, he was enrolled into a private school where he was taught the importance of History and Science, despite being told earlier in his life that he only needed hard work and persistence. The only thing that gave him much enjoyment was collecting beanies he would buy whenever his family went on trips. At the age of twelve his family received a letter asking him to come to a school in France called Kadic. His parents at first were reluctant, but at being told he would move in, they immediately agreed. Now being forced to adjust to French society, Arndt enters Kadic Junior-high as an 8th grader.
Other: Even though the number 9 wasn't on there twice, I guess I'll make a comment about it.Sezaru Kumoi
Username: AncientHalo | Character Name: Sezaru Kumoi | Character Age: 14 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: Freshman Year (9th)
Appearance: Almost abnormally tall for his age, Sezaru stands at about five feet and six inches tall. He does not wear a hat at all, his hair is strangely a sleek silver with traces of black highlights which normally would give an ominous appearance. The skin complexion is fairly white yet almost seemingly pale when outside in the sun, though he does not care to eventually get slightly tanned during the day. Athletically built, having played tennis since the age of four, Sezaru naturally has a muscle-toned body from his years playing tennis with equally broad arms due to being ambidextrous. His normal everyday clothing consists that of a white-collared button down shirt with a black light jacket on top despite any weather condition along with some jeans for the most part. Sometimes he will wear regular semi-loose jeans and other times he will wear ripped jeans. His legs are slightly broad as well due to having to condition his body daily in order to keep his athleticism at its peak.
Personality: While projecting an ominous air around himself that screams "Come and Make Fun of Me!", Sezaru is actually a person who takes things seriously and will not hesitate to put people in their place with strong and potentially hurtful words. Sezaru is also almost never is one to enjoy humor. Yes, Sezaru will smile to show that the current conversation or joke is fine with him but rarely ever he will laugh as the most you will hear from him is a chuckle in the background. Despite being athletic and on the Tennis Team in Kadic Academy, Sezaru rarely ever likes to make friends and thus usually his only friends consist of those who actually take the time to understand him and those who are the Tennis Team as well. However, despite rarely wanting to make friends Sezaru is a kind and friendly person who is willing to help out with anything he is capable of.
Biography: Albeit being a gifted child since the age of four in the sport of Tennis, he doesn't care much for his background. Just that Sezaru loved to play Tennis day in and day out, his passion and his life. The childhood life of Sezaru somehow felt somewhat empty because despite having a talent for Tennis, he missed a lot of quality time with his parents and thus missed out on a lot of love and care. Born in Spain where Tennis was potentially and arguably the second most loved sport in the country, Sezaru's first language was obviously Spanish and learned other languages due to the revenue he was making by winning local and sectional tournaments. Sadly during the year he had turned 13 and was turning 14, his parents got into an argument which resulted in separation and sending Sezaru to French Boarding School known as Kadic Academy.
During his time in the eighth grade at Kadic Academy, Sezaru began to drift away from people and change his appearance to a new style which somehow begat an ominous around his persona and for the most part avoided him. The only things Sezaru brought with him were photos of his family, Tennis gear/clothing, regular clothing and some snacks he brought over from Spain. So, being gifted in school and scoring constant credit rolls and learning of the Tennis Team... Sezaru decided to join the team in order to ease his tensions from everyday life back at home. Of course, that was only an excuse to make himself known in France for Tennis just as he was known back in Spain.
Other:
Original Theme Song: Be Somebody - Thousand Foot Krutch
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Battle Theme Song: Take it out on Me - Thousand Foot Krutch |
1,694 | 39 | 9 | 1,943 | 369 | **Arndt Schulz**
"Thanks Mike," Arndt responded, grabbing Mike's hand and shaking it with a relieved sigh. "Rooms? So we live on campus? I don't know what to think about that. Oh, sorry. My name's Arndt, I'm a new student here, this is my first day in France to. It's a nicer place than I thought." Arndt rubbed the back of his head and smiled, not knowing if that was offensive or not. _Well, at least I can talk to someone now,_ he thought to himself. | ### Arndt Schulz
Account Name: RawrgnatheBloodfridge
Character Name: Arndt Schulz
Character Age: 13
Character Gender: Male
Character Grade: 8th
Appearance:
Arndt constantly sports some sort of Beanie on top of his head, even holding a prized collection of them. His hair is long enough to be seen poking out the back and front of his beanie and has a distinctly coffee brown look to it. His eyes are an emerald shade of green, and his eyebrows fairly thin. He normally wears some sort of T-shirt with an un-done button-up shirt over it. Generally preferring jeans, though he'll wear shorts whenever it gets hot and runs on Adidas shoes. He stands at 5'2", weighing in at 124 pounds.
Personality:
Arndt has a hard-working attitude, with a dry sense of humor. Though he does act stubborn and hard-headed initially, he warms up to others very quickly, becoming very loyal and even protective to an extent. Arndt is normally a rational thinker, never really going outside of the box or thinking abstractly, but just trying to get through life with the rules he's given.
Biography:
Arndt grew up in Western Germany living in the city of Bielefeld. His parents were strict, always pushing the virtue of hard-work onto his shoulders. As Arndt grew up, he was constantly worked to the bone, hardly allowed time for anything but helping his father with carpentry and schoolwork. When Arndt turned ten years old, he was enrolled into a private school where he was taught the importance of History and Science, despite being told earlier in his life that he only needed hard work and persistence. The only thing that gave him much enjoyment was collecting beanies he would buy whenever his family went on trips. At the age of twelve his family received a letter asking him to come to a school in France called Kadic. His parents at first were reluctant, but at being told he would move in, they immediately agreed. Now being forced to adjust to French society, Arndt enters Kadic Junior-high as an 8th grader.
Other:
Even though the number 9 wasn't on there twice, I guess I'll make a comment about it. |
1,695 | 39 | 10 | 2,384 | 1,567 | <Arndt>:
"No problem!" he replied to you. "Yeah, everyone except for the ninth graders stay on campus. You don't have to, if you live somewhere else, but most people do. Your parents should have told the principal whether or not you're going to stay at home anyway." he gave you extra information. He took note of you scratching the back of you head, though not with any expressions. "Ahh, a nervous one? No problem! I was pretty nervous too when I first came to Kadic. Your'll get used to it! Oh, and welcome to France by the way. Well, Bonjour, as we say here in France! Oh, by the way, it's customary to greet people with Bonjour, just as a future heads up." | NPC's List
For a complete list of official characters, follow this link.
Missing Lyoko Warriors:
Jeremie Belpois
Aelita Schaeffer
Aelita Schaeffer is one of the missing Lyoko Warriors. She has been discovered on Lyoko, in the Forest Sector. She has no memory of how she got there, or of Lyoko, other than the symbol commonly seen throughout Lyoko. She does remember Kadic.
Odd Della Robbia
Ulrich Stern
Yumi Ishiyama
William Dunbar
Teachers and Staff of Kadic
Gilles Fumet - Social Studies Teacher
Gustave Chardin - Art Teacher
Hans Klotz - School Psychologist
Jean Pierre Delmas - Principal
Jean-Pierre Delmas, known by the students at Kadic as Mr. Delmas, to Sissi as Daddy or Dad, and is the headmaster/principal of Kadic. He is very straightforward and weak-minded, as his daughter Sissi can often boss him around, sometimes to the advantage or disadvantage of Team Lyoko. He is very ignorant and gullible as seen in his dealings with his daughter and members of Team Lyoko. She has convinced him many times to organize school dances and other activities for her (or rather, has _demanded_ for him to do so).
Jim Morales - Physical Education Teacher/Dorm Manager
Jim Morales, also known as Jimbo, is the Physical Education teacher at Kadic, and the campus supervisor and the health teacher. He has a love handle on his stomach and is shown to eat fairly unhealthy, but while he is overweight he is shown to be very strong in many episodes. He always has a bandage on his left cheek and tucks his trousers into his socks and wears a headband. He always wears a white t-shirt and red sweatpants and a red sweatshirt.
Mrs. Meyer - Math Teacher
Mrs. Meyer is the math teacher at Kadic.
Nicole Weber - Office Secretary
Nicoletta "Nicole" Weber is the office secretary in Kadic Academy. Her room is beside the Principal Delmas' room.
Rosa Petitjean - Lunch Lady
Suzanne Hertz - Science Teacher
Suzanne Hertz, known by the students as Mrs. Hertz or Ms. Hertz and by Jim as Suzanne, is the science and a homeroom teacher at Kadic. She replaced Franz Hopper as a science teacher. She usually does a lot of experiments with her students, some of which help them against X.A.N.A.'s attack. She is shown to have a sense of humor. Jim Morales, the PE teacher and campus supervisor, is shown to have a crush on her in the second season. She deeply loves nature.
Yolande Perraudin - School Nurse
Students of Kadic
Elisabeth "Sissi" Delmas - Popular and punkish 8th Grader
Elisabeth "Sissi" Delmas is an often mean, spoiled and popular student at Kadic. She often pesters Team Lyoko, most of the time to win Ulrich's affections. However, she admits in Holiday in the Fog that she is gaining their attention through her mean actions towards them. By so doing she is almost making enemies out of her would-be friends, instead of gaining any of their respect, much to her chagrin. At the end of the series, in Echoes, she achieves this at last and becomes an official friend of the group. She is also the daughter of Mr. Delmas, the principal of Kadic, the boarding school she attends and lives in. She is a major recurring character.
Herb Pichon - Friend of Sissi, 8th Grader
Herb Pichon (also spelled Hervé Pichon) is a ninth grader at Kadic and a classmate to the Lyoko Warriors. He is the second-in-command of Sissi's Gang, and sometimes even the boss in times of emergency when Sissi proves to be incompetent, as he is obviously the most intelligent in their group. Herb is also in love with Sissi, although he can't tell her because she has crushes on various people including Ulrich and Theo Gauthier.
Nicholas Poliakoff - Friend of Sissi, 8th Grader
Nicolas Poliakoff is a ninth grader at Kadic. He is a member of Sissi's gang, and mostly just stands there staring into space unless Sissi orders him to follow her. He is the stereotypical dumb, muscle kind of bully. It is still unknown why exactly Nicholas joined Sissi's "gang", but it is probably due to the fact Herb did. Nicholas also has a crush on Aelita, but has never acted on it.
He can play the drums, and is in the Pop Rock Progressives, a band started by Odd. As a result, he is certainly more tolerant of and kinder toward Team Lyoko than Herb and Sissi are. In some episodes, it is shown he has at least some degree of intelligence, as he wrote the play in Laughing Fit. Nicholas is also easy to scare, as is Herb.
Emmanuel "Mike" Maillard - Average 8th Grader, drummer
Mike isn't a very popular kid. Nor is he unknown either. He's pretty generic in a lot of ways, though he is pretty friendly and is willing to help others in need. Though, a XANA attack would surely scare him into submission. He wears a long-sleeve red shirt, with a black t-shirt over top, and usually shorts. He wears a necklace around his neck. He has long black hair, kept some in a ponytail.
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Josive Ferrara
Username: Teknonick | Character Name: Josive Ferrara | Character Age: 13 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: 8th
Appearance: Josive's hair color is a jet black, and kept at average length. He wears a long-sleeve blue shirt, and simple jeans. His shoes are good for running in, but not any big-name brands. He weighs about a hundred pounds, and stands four feet and eleven inches tall.
Personality: Josive's personality is usually shy to those he doesn't know, but completely open to anyone he has met before, even for a few seconds. Josive tends to be very serious at times, and tries to think things logically before acting.
Biography: Josive Ferrana was a very smart baby, no, a genius. Within his first months he learned to walk and talk, and soon after learned to solve puzzles. As he grew older, so did his intelligence. He learned coding and robotics, always spending his money on more parts rather than magazines or games.
Josive's parent's relationship was always debatable, which pushed him even farther away from them, and henceforth pushing his parents away more. Josive preferred being alone, which also lead to his curious behavior. Josive was the kid that would enter an abandoned house, just to see what was inside, or climb up a tree to see a little farther.
As he grew older, his parents got farther and farther away, almost to the point of divorce. Often, he would be sent away to his grandfather's house, and play with him, or learn more about programming. His grandfather was very into computers and hunting (A strange mix) which led to Josive learning to hunt. Though, Josive barely retains any knowledge of the skill of hunting, he still thinks back to the days with his grandparent.
On Josive's twelfth birthday, he got the worst gift a child could get. His parents were almost at the point of violence, but they wanted better for their child. They decided to send him off to a school where he could be by himself, and not see them fight. He was sent to Kadic junior high school, about a whole state away, so he got a room inside the junior high school. As a gift, his grandfather gave Josive a locket of himself, so he could remember him. The better gift he liked.
Exactly a month ago is when Jeremy and his friends had gone missing, and there was absolutely no sign of them coming back. Josive is about to be assigned Jeremie's room. Little does he know he will be taking on a bigger challenge than junior high school.
Other: I think I should take a look at the rules again. Especially rule 9. That one's my favorite.Bella
Username: Gambit | Character Name: Bella | Character Age: 14 | Character Gender: Female | Character Grade: 8th
Appearance: Blueish-black shoulder length hair with long bangs, bright blue eyes, and freckles across her nose. Bella is of average height and weight. She wears a tan colored crochet beret, a button down shirt, jeans, and sneakers. She always wears a silver dragon necklace, and is also fond of scarves.
Personality: Bella is very outgoing and enjoys being around her friends. She is an artist and writer, so she is very creative, but she thinks very logically. She does not like talking about anything personal unless with someone very close. When she is stressed or upset she comes across as angry instead. When she is actually angry she gets very cold and quiet.
Biography: Bella lived in New Hampshire with her parents and older brother. She attended a private school there and studied art whenever possible, and had a lot of friends. She was very close to her older brother. Whenever she was having trouble Bella would go to him for advise. Everything seemed to be going well until her brother vanished in the middle of the night. The police said that he had likely run away from home. Bella was heartbroken when her brother didn't come home. She started having trouble in school and lashed out at anyone who tried to help her. Bella's parents eventually decided to send her to Kadic Junior High school in hopes that Bella could have a new start.Flippy Takeshi
Username: gamer5910 | Character Name: Flippy Takeshi | Character Age: 14 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: 8th
Appearance: Flippy is 5'3" with blue hair and blue eyes he is skinny-ish but can fight well and can run really well. He wears a light black hoodie with cat ears on it, a light blue shirt beneath, black sweat pants with white shoes with black laces, and also can't forget about his headphones they are a darker blue than his hair with a magenta color for the cord.
Personality: Flippy isn't that social but when he is he comes off really friendly, but to get him to be social is like to see a double rainbow during a lunar eclipse. Due to his past he doesn't like being asked about his mother or father but he does answer about how many grandparents, siblings, or cousins, he has which most people tend to ask him. He is also known to be very Popular which in that case it is prouder to be picked on for that reason, but he just puts on his headphones and ignores the people picking on him.
Bio: When Flippy was born in Japan he had no brother or sister, and his father worked for the army so he didn't get to see him often. His mom on the other hand he saw every day with a smile. Ever since Flippy was five two things happened to him that he will never for get one was his spent the one day a year he could coming to his sons birthday, and his gift to Flippy was wooden katana hand carved by his own father. He also found out he loved two things drawing and computers. Since he loved those two things he wanted to find a carrier that could involve one or the other which meant he didn't have much time for social time he spent his time up to the age of 12 drawing learning about computers. His mother told him they had to move but since Flippy had no friends he didn't really care. So for the next two years Flippy was getting better and better at his hobbies, but one day his school burnt down and he had to switch to Kacid Academy which made him have to leave his mom and live in one of the rooms at the school. The day before Flippy left his mother gave him a necklace which had a yin-yang symbol on it his mother told him it has been past down from her mothers mother to him, so he treasured it just like his wooden katana from his dad.
It took him a month to get packed and ready to move into the school it was a easy transaction, but when he arrived he heard that a group of students went missing. He was curios at first but just kept to his work and didn't care after a while, so from then on out its been a normal life to him, or so it seems.
Other: I can't think of anything good to say about rule 9, but it is a good rule to follow.Garsin Folkvar
Username: Jollan | Character Name: Garsin Folkvar | Character Age: 16 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: 9th
Appearance: Garsin has a large, strong, stocky build and stands at about 5'8". He has tanned skin and short, sandy hair cut high and tight. He has a masculine face with a strong square jaw and a set brow. His eyes are hazel with green in the center that fades to brown on the edge or the iris. He wears button up shirts with the top four buttons undone, the sleeves rolled to just below his elbow, and a white tank top underneath. He normally wears cargo khaki pants with a wallet chain and dark brown work boots. On his right wrist he has a stainless steel bracelet that matches the one around his neck, and a ring on his right ring finger and thumb. As for his left arm he wears a black durable watch that can tell him the time through beeps when he presses a button on it. He normally walks with a foldable cane with yellow and red tape around it so that people can see it as he walks around. There is a pouch on his belt to put the cane while he isn't using it.
Personality: Though he can look intimidating, he normally keeps to himself. He is somewhat shy but polite, though he is very self conscious about his cane accidentally hitting or tripping people to the point where he tries to walk without using it so much,... and then running into people. His large size and stature don't really do much to help him either, but that is halfway his own fault for working out so much. He has a silent anger that will build and flare up on occasion, but has the maturity not to act recklessly most of the time.
Biography: Garsin was born blind which made it difficult for him in school. when he was little, he was even held back from starting kindergarten because his parents were unsure if he was ready. After a while he was able to read braille, and with the help of tutors, get through his first couple of years at school. The jewelry he wears are hand-me-downs from his grandfather before he passed away. His family never had a lot of money to send Garsin to a private school or to pay tutors at later grades as he grew up. Though when Garsin had started getting into fights at school from people picking at his condition and poverty, his parents decided to home-school him. After a while, and due to a greater amount of focus outside of the public schools, Garsin was doing well in his studies. A friend of the family suggested Kadic Junior High to them and while the parents were unsure due to costs, Garsin was able to get in due to his grades and passing a test to see if he qualified outside of home-schooling. He was able to get a hold of some nice looking clothes at a thrift store so that he could at least look like he didn't come from a lower income household. However, old wounds didn't seem to heal to well, and he mostly tries to stay out of people's way.
Other: Garsin usually likes to spend his time in the gym, doing weight training and excising. His most prize possession is a cello which he likes to play and he keeps it in his dorm room.
This "number 9" foul up everyone is talking about.... I feel it is a malicious attack on the well being of my character's life and I shall deal with it accordingly.Jared Chang
Username: Alternax | Character Name: Jared Chang | Character Age: 12 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: 7th
Appearance: Jared has a lightly tanned skin, though most people notice his eyes slight slant, and higher cheekbones. He has short black hair brushed to his left side. He has a moderate build showing that he is stronger than he looks, standing at an 5'2. He usually wears t-shirts of various designs, but he is partial to a dark green shirt with a traditional chinese dragon coiled up in the center blowing fire, and blue jeans.He often wears a jansport backpack to school, along with a barely noticeable jade ring attached to a necklace around his neck.
Personality: Joyful, generally happy, growing up in outside Asia with foreign parents wasn't easy but he's managed to keep a good attitude about it. Although he is generally happy he is slow to warm up to strangers, due to most people teasing him or pushing his patience repetitively. When he does warm up to someone it's as if he becomes someone completely different, always cracking jokes, and even using sarcasm.
Biography: Growing up in china Jared's parents sought a better life for their family. Finding the perfect job in France, and after discussing this with American tourists Jared's father jumped into this chance and planned their trip. After a few weeks of settling in and deciding on a house Jared's family set down, wasting no time in planning Jared's education they found that he was to take intense language classes at Kadic Junior High. Spending the his first year trying to master the local language he managed to learn a good understanding, though his accent still shows up in most sentences. Now in his 7th grade year Jared finds himself pressured even harder by his parents, no longer able to hide under the excuse of a language barrier Jared spends alot of his time reading or studying for his own amusement or his classes.
Other: I don't understand how that two 9 thing works but i'll take your word for it.Sam Spark
Username: NightmareInd | Character Name: Sam Spark | Character Age: 15 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: 9th
Appearance: Dark blond hair, green eyes. He has average weight and height. He wears a white hoodie and grey jeans. He also has a bracelet with the logo from his favourite video game.
Biography: He was an orphan, and got bullied a lot. He turned to gaming as it was his way to take out his frustration. He recently moved to another orphanage, which made him come to the new school. He now wants to finally get some friends. (Sorry it is so short, I don't got much inspiration right now)
Other: I'm confused, there two nines but there aren't?
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Arndt Schulz
Account Name: RawrgnatheBloodfridge | Character Name: Arndt Schulz | Character Age: 13 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: 8th
Appearance: Arndt constantly sports some sort of Beanie on top of his head, even holding a prized collection of them. His hair is long enough to be seen poking out the back and front of his beanie and has a distinctly coffee brown look to it. His eyes are an emerald shade of green, and his eyebrows fairly thin. He normally wears some sort of T-shirt with an un-done button-up shirt over it. Generally preferring jeans, though he'll wear shorts whenever it gets hot and runs on Adidas shoes. He stands at 5'2", weighing in at 124 pounds.
Personality: Arndt has a hard-working attitude, with a dry sense of humor. Though he does act stubborn and hard-headed initially, he warms up to others very quickly, becoming very loyal and even protective to an extent. Arndt is normally a rational thinker, never really going outside of the box or thinking abstractly, but just trying to get through life with the rules he's given.
Biography: Arndt grew up in Western Germany living in the city of Bielefeld. His parents were strict, always pushing the virtue of hard-work onto his shoulders. As Arndt grew up, he was constantly worked to the bone, hardly allowed time for anything but helping his father with carpentry and schoolwork. When Arndt turned ten years old, he was enrolled into a private school where he was taught the importance of History and Science, despite being told earlier in his life that he only needed hard work and persistence. The only thing that gave him much enjoyment was collecting beanies he would buy whenever his family went on trips. At the age of twelve his family received a letter asking him to come to a school in France called Kadic. His parents at first were reluctant, but at being told he would move in, they immediately agreed. Now being forced to adjust to French society, Arndt enters Kadic Junior-high as an 8th grader.
Other: Even though the number 9 wasn't on there twice, I guess I'll make a comment about it.Sezaru Kumoi
Username: AncientHalo | Character Name: Sezaru Kumoi | Character Age: 14 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: Freshman Year (9th)
Appearance: Almost abnormally tall for his age, Sezaru stands at about five feet and six inches tall. He does not wear a hat at all, his hair is strangely a sleek silver with traces of black highlights which normally would give an ominous appearance. The skin complexion is fairly white yet almost seemingly pale when outside in the sun, though he does not care to eventually get slightly tanned during the day. Athletically built, having played tennis since the age of four, Sezaru naturally has a muscle-toned body from his years playing tennis with equally broad arms due to being ambidextrous. His normal everyday clothing consists that of a white-collared button down shirt with a black light jacket on top despite any weather condition along with some jeans for the most part. Sometimes he will wear regular semi-loose jeans and other times he will wear ripped jeans. His legs are slightly broad as well due to having to condition his body daily in order to keep his athleticism at its peak.
Personality: While projecting an ominous air around himself that screams "Come and Make Fun of Me!", Sezaru is actually a person who takes things seriously and will not hesitate to put people in their place with strong and potentially hurtful words. Sezaru is also almost never is one to enjoy humor. Yes, Sezaru will smile to show that the current conversation or joke is fine with him but rarely ever he will laugh as the most you will hear from him is a chuckle in the background. Despite being athletic and on the Tennis Team in Kadic Academy, Sezaru rarely ever likes to make friends and thus usually his only friends consist of those who actually take the time to understand him and those who are the Tennis Team as well. However, despite rarely wanting to make friends Sezaru is a kind and friendly person who is willing to help out with anything he is capable of.
Biography: Albeit being a gifted child since the age of four in the sport of Tennis, he doesn't care much for his background. Just that Sezaru loved to play Tennis day in and day out, his passion and his life. The childhood life of Sezaru somehow felt somewhat empty because despite having a talent for Tennis, he missed a lot of quality time with his parents and thus missed out on a lot of love and care. Born in Spain where Tennis was potentially and arguably the second most loved sport in the country, Sezaru's first language was obviously Spanish and learned other languages due to the revenue he was making by winning local and sectional tournaments. Sadly during the year he had turned 13 and was turning 14, his parents got into an argument which resulted in separation and sending Sezaru to French Boarding School known as Kadic Academy.
During his time in the eighth grade at Kadic Academy, Sezaru began to drift away from people and change his appearance to a new style which somehow begat an ominous around his persona and for the most part avoided him. The only things Sezaru brought with him were photos of his family, Tennis gear/clothing, regular clothing and some snacks he brought over from Spain. So, being gifted in school and scoring constant credit rolls and learning of the Tennis Team... Sezaru decided to join the team in order to ease his tensions from everyday life back at home. Of course, that was only an excuse to make himself known in France for Tennis just as he was known back in Spain.
Other:
Original Theme Song: Be Somebody - Thousand Foot Krutch
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Battle Theme Song: Take it out on Me - Thousand Foot Krutch |
1,696 | 39 | 11 | 619 | 2,638 | Sayuri watched what was going on around her with a general feeling of distaste that she made no effort to hide, *'Really why did they have to send me off how many miles from the only two friends I have just to keep me from fighting? It's not like I've actually started more then one fight. That was only because they were about to attack Mina... Stuck up pricks,'* then she heard her name called. Standing up and stretching she walk into the headmasters office and holds out her hand, "Pleasure to meet you Headmaster." | Username: Demous | Character Name: Sayuri | Character Age: 14 | Character Gender: Female | Character Grade: 8th
Appearance: She has waist-length sleek black hair which she keeps in a thin ponytail and sharp blue eyes. She is slightly tall at 5'6" and with an athletic build. She wears black shoes, black pants, and a white t-shirt.
Personality: She is laid back and carefree taking very few things seriously. One of the few things she is serious about is threats towards her friends. She is also cautious when making friends due to the dislike aimed at her where she used to live. She enjoys reading, drawing, and fighting. She hates above anything those who use others to their advantage.
Biography: She was raised in a fairly wealthy household getting many things but rarely anything she wanted. Her parents wanted her to act one way she wanted to live how she chose. Her parents were well disliked in the area they lived for various reasons, which in turn made her equally disliked. As a result she had one friend other then her twin sister. There weren't really any major problems until 6th grade when several of her classmates started targeting her. It started with small things but eventually escalated into full fights near the end of that year and continued through most of the way through 7th until a suspenstion of all parties near the end of the year. Her parents finally got fed up with the fights and sent her off to Kardic figuring that if she didn't have anyone she knew she wouldn't get into anymore trouble.
Other: The second rule 9 is my favorite. |
1,697 | 39 | 12 | 2,384 | 1,567 | <Sayuri>:
"Ahh, please, sit down." the principal said after shortly standing and shaking your hands with both of his. Once he sat back down, he waved with one hand as if to dismiss what you had said, "Please, call me Mr. Delmas." he offered a short smile. "Here are your papers. They will tell you what classes you are to take for the year, and what room you will be staying in. Is it okay if you have a roommate? We need more volunteers since we are running out of rooms. It's alright if you don't want too..." he said, sitting back in his chair and awaiting your answer. It was clear once you answer, you were clear to leave. | NPC's List
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Missing Lyoko Warriors:
Jeremie Belpois
Aelita Schaeffer
Aelita Schaeffer is one of the missing Lyoko Warriors. She has been discovered on Lyoko, in the Forest Sector. She has no memory of how she got there, or of Lyoko, other than the symbol commonly seen throughout Lyoko. She does remember Kadic.
Odd Della Robbia
Ulrich Stern
Yumi Ishiyama
William Dunbar
Teachers and Staff of Kadic
Gilles Fumet - Social Studies Teacher
Gustave Chardin - Art Teacher
Hans Klotz - School Psychologist
Jean Pierre Delmas - Principal
Jean-Pierre Delmas, known by the students at Kadic as Mr. Delmas, to Sissi as Daddy or Dad, and is the headmaster/principal of Kadic. He is very straightforward and weak-minded, as his daughter Sissi can often boss him around, sometimes to the advantage or disadvantage of Team Lyoko. He is very ignorant and gullible as seen in his dealings with his daughter and members of Team Lyoko. She has convinced him many times to organize school dances and other activities for her (or rather, has _demanded_ for him to do so).
Jim Morales - Physical Education Teacher/Dorm Manager
Jim Morales, also known as Jimbo, is the Physical Education teacher at Kadic, and the campus supervisor and the health teacher. He has a love handle on his stomach and is shown to eat fairly unhealthy, but while he is overweight he is shown to be very strong in many episodes. He always has a bandage on his left cheek and tucks his trousers into his socks and wears a headband. He always wears a white t-shirt and red sweatpants and a red sweatshirt.
Mrs. Meyer - Math Teacher
Mrs. Meyer is the math teacher at Kadic.
Nicole Weber - Office Secretary
Nicoletta "Nicole" Weber is the office secretary in Kadic Academy. Her room is beside the Principal Delmas' room.
Rosa Petitjean - Lunch Lady
Suzanne Hertz - Science Teacher
Suzanne Hertz, known by the students as Mrs. Hertz or Ms. Hertz and by Jim as Suzanne, is the science and a homeroom teacher at Kadic. She replaced Franz Hopper as a science teacher. She usually does a lot of experiments with her students, some of which help them against X.A.N.A.'s attack. She is shown to have a sense of humor. Jim Morales, the PE teacher and campus supervisor, is shown to have a crush on her in the second season. She deeply loves nature.
Yolande Perraudin - School Nurse
Students of Kadic
Elisabeth "Sissi" Delmas - Popular and punkish 8th Grader
Elisabeth "Sissi" Delmas is an often mean, spoiled and popular student at Kadic. She often pesters Team Lyoko, most of the time to win Ulrich's affections. However, she admits in Holiday in the Fog that she is gaining their attention through her mean actions towards them. By so doing she is almost making enemies out of her would-be friends, instead of gaining any of their respect, much to her chagrin. At the end of the series, in Echoes, she achieves this at last and becomes an official friend of the group. She is also the daughter of Mr. Delmas, the principal of Kadic, the boarding school she attends and lives in. She is a major recurring character.
Herb Pichon - Friend of Sissi, 8th Grader
Herb Pichon (also spelled Hervé Pichon) is a ninth grader at Kadic and a classmate to the Lyoko Warriors. He is the second-in-command of Sissi's Gang, and sometimes even the boss in times of emergency when Sissi proves to be incompetent, as he is obviously the most intelligent in their group. Herb is also in love with Sissi, although he can't tell her because she has crushes on various people including Ulrich and Theo Gauthier.
Nicholas Poliakoff - Friend of Sissi, 8th Grader
Nicolas Poliakoff is a ninth grader at Kadic. He is a member of Sissi's gang, and mostly just stands there staring into space unless Sissi orders him to follow her. He is the stereotypical dumb, muscle kind of bully. It is still unknown why exactly Nicholas joined Sissi's "gang", but it is probably due to the fact Herb did. Nicholas also has a crush on Aelita, but has never acted on it.
He can play the drums, and is in the Pop Rock Progressives, a band started by Odd. As a result, he is certainly more tolerant of and kinder toward Team Lyoko than Herb and Sissi are. In some episodes, it is shown he has at least some degree of intelligence, as he wrote the play in Laughing Fit. Nicholas is also easy to scare, as is Herb.
Emmanuel "Mike" Maillard - Average 8th Grader, drummer
Mike isn't a very popular kid. Nor is he unknown either. He's pretty generic in a lot of ways, though he is pretty friendly and is willing to help others in need. Though, a XANA attack would surely scare him into submission. He wears a long-sleeve red shirt, with a black t-shirt over top, and usually shorts. He wears a necklace around his neck. He has long black hair, kept some in a ponytail.
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Josive Ferrara
Username: Teknonick | Character Name: Josive Ferrara | Character Age: 13 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: 8th
Appearance: Josive's hair color is a jet black, and kept at average length. He wears a long-sleeve blue shirt, and simple jeans. His shoes are good for running in, but not any big-name brands. He weighs about a hundred pounds, and stands four feet and eleven inches tall.
Personality: Josive's personality is usually shy to those he doesn't know, but completely open to anyone he has met before, even for a few seconds. Josive tends to be very serious at times, and tries to think things logically before acting.
Biography: Josive Ferrana was a very smart baby, no, a genius. Within his first months he learned to walk and talk, and soon after learned to solve puzzles. As he grew older, so did his intelligence. He learned coding and robotics, always spending his money on more parts rather than magazines or games.
Josive's parent's relationship was always debatable, which pushed him even farther away from them, and henceforth pushing his parents away more. Josive preferred being alone, which also lead to his curious behavior. Josive was the kid that would enter an abandoned house, just to see what was inside, or climb up a tree to see a little farther.
As he grew older, his parents got farther and farther away, almost to the point of divorce. Often, he would be sent away to his grandfather's house, and play with him, or learn more about programming. His grandfather was very into computers and hunting (A strange mix) which led to Josive learning to hunt. Though, Josive barely retains any knowledge of the skill of hunting, he still thinks back to the days with his grandparent.
On Josive's twelfth birthday, he got the worst gift a child could get. His parents were almost at the point of violence, but they wanted better for their child. They decided to send him off to a school where he could be by himself, and not see them fight. He was sent to Kadic junior high school, about a whole state away, so he got a room inside the junior high school. As a gift, his grandfather gave Josive a locket of himself, so he could remember him. The better gift he liked.
Exactly a month ago is when Jeremy and his friends had gone missing, and there was absolutely no sign of them coming back. Josive is about to be assigned Jeremie's room. Little does he know he will be taking on a bigger challenge than junior high school.
Other: I think I should take a look at the rules again. Especially rule 9. That one's my favorite.Bella
Username: Gambit | Character Name: Bella | Character Age: 14 | Character Gender: Female | Character Grade: 8th
Appearance: Blueish-black shoulder length hair with long bangs, bright blue eyes, and freckles across her nose. Bella is of average height and weight. She wears a tan colored crochet beret, a button down shirt, jeans, and sneakers. She always wears a silver dragon necklace, and is also fond of scarves.
Personality: Bella is very outgoing and enjoys being around her friends. She is an artist and writer, so she is very creative, but she thinks very logically. She does not like talking about anything personal unless with someone very close. When she is stressed or upset she comes across as angry instead. When she is actually angry she gets very cold and quiet.
Biography: Bella lived in New Hampshire with her parents and older brother. She attended a private school there and studied art whenever possible, and had a lot of friends. She was very close to her older brother. Whenever she was having trouble Bella would go to him for advise. Everything seemed to be going well until her brother vanished in the middle of the night. The police said that he had likely run away from home. Bella was heartbroken when her brother didn't come home. She started having trouble in school and lashed out at anyone who tried to help her. Bella's parents eventually decided to send her to Kadic Junior High school in hopes that Bella could have a new start.Flippy Takeshi
Username: gamer5910 | Character Name: Flippy Takeshi | Character Age: 14 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: 8th
Appearance: Flippy is 5'3" with blue hair and blue eyes he is skinny-ish but can fight well and can run really well. He wears a light black hoodie with cat ears on it, a light blue shirt beneath, black sweat pants with white shoes with black laces, and also can't forget about his headphones they are a darker blue than his hair with a magenta color for the cord.
Personality: Flippy isn't that social but when he is he comes off really friendly, but to get him to be social is like to see a double rainbow during a lunar eclipse. Due to his past he doesn't like being asked about his mother or father but he does answer about how many grandparents, siblings, or cousins, he has which most people tend to ask him. He is also known to be very Popular which in that case it is prouder to be picked on for that reason, but he just puts on his headphones and ignores the people picking on him.
Bio: When Flippy was born in Japan he had no brother or sister, and his father worked for the army so he didn't get to see him often. His mom on the other hand he saw every day with a smile. Ever since Flippy was five two things happened to him that he will never for get one was his spent the one day a year he could coming to his sons birthday, and his gift to Flippy was wooden katana hand carved by his own father. He also found out he loved two things drawing and computers. Since he loved those two things he wanted to find a carrier that could involve one or the other which meant he didn't have much time for social time he spent his time up to the age of 12 drawing learning about computers. His mother told him they had to move but since Flippy had no friends he didn't really care. So for the next two years Flippy was getting better and better at his hobbies, but one day his school burnt down and he had to switch to Kacid Academy which made him have to leave his mom and live in one of the rooms at the school. The day before Flippy left his mother gave him a necklace which had a yin-yang symbol on it his mother told him it has been past down from her mothers mother to him, so he treasured it just like his wooden katana from his dad.
It took him a month to get packed and ready to move into the school it was a easy transaction, but when he arrived he heard that a group of students went missing. He was curios at first but just kept to his work and didn't care after a while, so from then on out its been a normal life to him, or so it seems.
Other: I can't think of anything good to say about rule 9, but it is a good rule to follow.Garsin Folkvar
Username: Jollan | Character Name: Garsin Folkvar | Character Age: 16 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: 9th
Appearance: Garsin has a large, strong, stocky build and stands at about 5'8". He has tanned skin and short, sandy hair cut high and tight. He has a masculine face with a strong square jaw and a set brow. His eyes are hazel with green in the center that fades to brown on the edge or the iris. He wears button up shirts with the top four buttons undone, the sleeves rolled to just below his elbow, and a white tank top underneath. He normally wears cargo khaki pants with a wallet chain and dark brown work boots. On his right wrist he has a stainless steel bracelet that matches the one around his neck, and a ring on his right ring finger and thumb. As for his left arm he wears a black durable watch that can tell him the time through beeps when he presses a button on it. He normally walks with a foldable cane with yellow and red tape around it so that people can see it as he walks around. There is a pouch on his belt to put the cane while he isn't using it.
Personality: Though he can look intimidating, he normally keeps to himself. He is somewhat shy but polite, though he is very self conscious about his cane accidentally hitting or tripping people to the point where he tries to walk without using it so much,... and then running into people. His large size and stature don't really do much to help him either, but that is halfway his own fault for working out so much. He has a silent anger that will build and flare up on occasion, but has the maturity not to act recklessly most of the time.
Biography: Garsin was born blind which made it difficult for him in school. when he was little, he was even held back from starting kindergarten because his parents were unsure if he was ready. After a while he was able to read braille, and with the help of tutors, get through his first couple of years at school. The jewelry he wears are hand-me-downs from his grandfather before he passed away. His family never had a lot of money to send Garsin to a private school or to pay tutors at later grades as he grew up. Though when Garsin had started getting into fights at school from people picking at his condition and poverty, his parents decided to home-school him. After a while, and due to a greater amount of focus outside of the public schools, Garsin was doing well in his studies. A friend of the family suggested Kadic Junior High to them and while the parents were unsure due to costs, Garsin was able to get in due to his grades and passing a test to see if he qualified outside of home-schooling. He was able to get a hold of some nice looking clothes at a thrift store so that he could at least look like he didn't come from a lower income household. However, old wounds didn't seem to heal to well, and he mostly tries to stay out of people's way.
Other: Garsin usually likes to spend his time in the gym, doing weight training and excising. His most prize possession is a cello which he likes to play and he keeps it in his dorm room.
This "number 9" foul up everyone is talking about.... I feel it is a malicious attack on the well being of my character's life and I shall deal with it accordingly.Jared Chang
Username: Alternax | Character Name: Jared Chang | Character Age: 12 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: 7th
Appearance: Jared has a lightly tanned skin, though most people notice his eyes slight slant, and higher cheekbones. He has short black hair brushed to his left side. He has a moderate build showing that he is stronger than he looks, standing at an 5'2. He usually wears t-shirts of various designs, but he is partial to a dark green shirt with a traditional chinese dragon coiled up in the center blowing fire, and blue jeans.He often wears a jansport backpack to school, along with a barely noticeable jade ring attached to a necklace around his neck.
Personality: Joyful, generally happy, growing up in outside Asia with foreign parents wasn't easy but he's managed to keep a good attitude about it. Although he is generally happy he is slow to warm up to strangers, due to most people teasing him or pushing his patience repetitively. When he does warm up to someone it's as if he becomes someone completely different, always cracking jokes, and even using sarcasm.
Biography: Growing up in china Jared's parents sought a better life for their family. Finding the perfect job in France, and after discussing this with American tourists Jared's father jumped into this chance and planned their trip. After a few weeks of settling in and deciding on a house Jared's family set down, wasting no time in planning Jared's education they found that he was to take intense language classes at Kadic Junior High. Spending the his first year trying to master the local language he managed to learn a good understanding, though his accent still shows up in most sentences. Now in his 7th grade year Jared finds himself pressured even harder by his parents, no longer able to hide under the excuse of a language barrier Jared spends alot of his time reading or studying for his own amusement or his classes.
Other: I don't understand how that two 9 thing works but i'll take your word for it.Sam Spark
Username: NightmareInd | Character Name: Sam Spark | Character Age: 15 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: 9th
Appearance: Dark blond hair, green eyes. He has average weight and height. He wears a white hoodie and grey jeans. He also has a bracelet with the logo from his favourite video game.
Biography: He was an orphan, and got bullied a lot. He turned to gaming as it was his way to take out his frustration. He recently moved to another orphanage, which made him come to the new school. He now wants to finally get some friends. (Sorry it is so short, I don't got much inspiration right now)
Other: I'm confused, there two nines but there aren't?
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Arndt Schulz
Account Name: RawrgnatheBloodfridge | Character Name: Arndt Schulz | Character Age: 13 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: 8th
Appearance: Arndt constantly sports some sort of Beanie on top of his head, even holding a prized collection of them. His hair is long enough to be seen poking out the back and front of his beanie and has a distinctly coffee brown look to it. His eyes are an emerald shade of green, and his eyebrows fairly thin. He normally wears some sort of T-shirt with an un-done button-up shirt over it. Generally preferring jeans, though he'll wear shorts whenever it gets hot and runs on Adidas shoes. He stands at 5'2", weighing in at 124 pounds.
Personality: Arndt has a hard-working attitude, with a dry sense of humor. Though he does act stubborn and hard-headed initially, he warms up to others very quickly, becoming very loyal and even protective to an extent. Arndt is normally a rational thinker, never really going outside of the box or thinking abstractly, but just trying to get through life with the rules he's given.
Biography: Arndt grew up in Western Germany living in the city of Bielefeld. His parents were strict, always pushing the virtue of hard-work onto his shoulders. As Arndt grew up, he was constantly worked to the bone, hardly allowed time for anything but helping his father with carpentry and schoolwork. When Arndt turned ten years old, he was enrolled into a private school where he was taught the importance of History and Science, despite being told earlier in his life that he only needed hard work and persistence. The only thing that gave him much enjoyment was collecting beanies he would buy whenever his family went on trips. At the age of twelve his family received a letter asking him to come to a school in France called Kadic. His parents at first were reluctant, but at being told he would move in, they immediately agreed. Now being forced to adjust to French society, Arndt enters Kadic Junior-high as an 8th grader.
Other: Even though the number 9 wasn't on there twice, I guess I'll make a comment about it.Sezaru Kumoi
Username: AncientHalo | Character Name: Sezaru Kumoi | Character Age: 14 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: Freshman Year (9th)
Appearance: Almost abnormally tall for his age, Sezaru stands at about five feet and six inches tall. He does not wear a hat at all, his hair is strangely a sleek silver with traces of black highlights which normally would give an ominous appearance. The skin complexion is fairly white yet almost seemingly pale when outside in the sun, though he does not care to eventually get slightly tanned during the day. Athletically built, having played tennis since the age of four, Sezaru naturally has a muscle-toned body from his years playing tennis with equally broad arms due to being ambidextrous. His normal everyday clothing consists that of a white-collared button down shirt with a black light jacket on top despite any weather condition along with some jeans for the most part. Sometimes he will wear regular semi-loose jeans and other times he will wear ripped jeans. His legs are slightly broad as well due to having to condition his body daily in order to keep his athleticism at its peak.
Personality: While projecting an ominous air around himself that screams "Come and Make Fun of Me!", Sezaru is actually a person who takes things seriously and will not hesitate to put people in their place with strong and potentially hurtful words. Sezaru is also almost never is one to enjoy humor. Yes, Sezaru will smile to show that the current conversation or joke is fine with him but rarely ever he will laugh as the most you will hear from him is a chuckle in the background. Despite being athletic and on the Tennis Team in Kadic Academy, Sezaru rarely ever likes to make friends and thus usually his only friends consist of those who actually take the time to understand him and those who are the Tennis Team as well. However, despite rarely wanting to make friends Sezaru is a kind and friendly person who is willing to help out with anything he is capable of.
Biography: Albeit being a gifted child since the age of four in the sport of Tennis, he doesn't care much for his background. Just that Sezaru loved to play Tennis day in and day out, his passion and his life. The childhood life of Sezaru somehow felt somewhat empty because despite having a talent for Tennis, he missed a lot of quality time with his parents and thus missed out on a lot of love and care. Born in Spain where Tennis was potentially and arguably the second most loved sport in the country, Sezaru's first language was obviously Spanish and learned other languages due to the revenue he was making by winning local and sectional tournaments. Sadly during the year he had turned 13 and was turning 14, his parents got into an argument which resulted in separation and sending Sezaru to French Boarding School known as Kadic Academy.
During his time in the eighth grade at Kadic Academy, Sezaru began to drift away from people and change his appearance to a new style which somehow begat an ominous around his persona and for the most part avoided him. The only things Sezaru brought with him were photos of his family, Tennis gear/clothing, regular clothing and some snacks he brought over from Spain. So, being gifted in school and scoring constant credit rolls and learning of the Tennis Team... Sezaru decided to join the team in order to ease his tensions from everyday life back at home. Of course, that was only an excuse to make himself known in France for Tennis just as he was known back in Spain.
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Original Theme Song: Be Somebody - Thousand Foot Krutch
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Battle Theme Song: Take it out on Me - Thousand Foot Krutch |
1,698 | 39 | 13 | 157 | 3,052 | Jacob groaned as he walked up to the school his younger sister, Madeline, skipping along behind him, another year here in France, while yes he was able to speak the language and several others he missed home, he missed London. The rain, the fog, and the dirty old Thames river France was nice but it just wasn't home. As he walked towards the academy he sighed, he really didn't want to wait in line but his sister insisted he come with her. So as he stood waiting he wondered who he would get as a roommate this year. He hoped for a decent person as well as a clean one, he hated a messy room, he pulled out his phone checking the time and sighing as he waited patiently for him and has sister to be let in. | ### Jacob
Username: ApollosArcher | Character Name: Jacob Blackwood | Character Age: 14 | Character Gender: Male | Character Grade: 9th
Appearance: Tall and slender, with piercing Gray eyes and sharp jaw line. His hair sticks out like a sore thumb and some freckles dot his face. He's actually pretty light for some one his size standing about 5' 11" and weighing in around 175. What little weight he does have is muscle as he is avid athlete.
Personality: While he does project an air of nobility and power, he doesn't do it intentionally as he's friendly if a bit distant, due to past problems he tends to talk a lot without really saying anything as a defense mechanism. Generally Jacob is willing kind and considerate but prone to anger and lash out if stressed, thus he does his best to stay distant from people. While popular he secludes himself keeping post people at arms length only letting a certain few get close.
Biography: A gifted young man, from a young age he showed talent in fencing and most academic pursuits. He comes from a long line of English nobility, however his childhood was filled with sadness as his father constantly berated him for not being good enough. He wanted a son of legend, anything less than perfect qualified as failure, with that came no dinner, a beating or worse. An all star fencer and child genius he did well in most subjects, however only hundreds and flawless victory's satisfied his father, however he also took the beatings for his sisters failings in school. Talented and singing and can play a few different instruments.
Two years ago his mother could no longer stand by and watch this, so while Jacob and his sister were at school she killed her husband, this got her place in jail, both kids were then sent off to France where they were enrolled in Kadic Academy to keep them out of the light of paparazzi.
Other: I swear, some fool wrote nine twice! Ugh, I'll have to edit it all now. |
1,699 | 39 | 14 | 619 | 2,638 | Sayuri takes the papers and nods, "I have no present issues with having a roommate. Thank you I'll be leaving now... I hope my parents didn't make any requests when they enrolled me," She gets up and walks back into the crowd of students outside the office. Looking around as she walks she notices a girl who looked rather nervous, *'Might as well at least try to make a friend,'* walking over she smiles though she still looks perticlarly annoyed, "My name's Sayuri I'm new to the school. I'm hoping you could help show me around." | Username: Demous | Character Name: Sayuri | Character Age: 14 | Character Gender: Female | Character Grade: 8th
Appearance: She has waist-length sleek black hair which she keeps in a thin ponytail and sharp blue eyes. She is slightly tall at 5'6" and with an athletic build. She wears black shoes, black pants, and a white t-shirt.
Personality: She is laid back and carefree taking very few things seriously. One of the few things she is serious about is threats towards her friends. She is also cautious when making friends due to the dislike aimed at her where she used to live. She enjoys reading, drawing, and fighting. She hates above anything those who use others to their advantage.
Biography: She was raised in a fairly wealthy household getting many things but rarely anything she wanted. Her parents wanted her to act one way she wanted to live how she chose. Her parents were well disliked in the area they lived for various reasons, which in turn made her equally disliked. As a result she had one friend other then her twin sister. There weren't really any major problems until 6th grade when several of her classmates started targeting her. It started with small things but eventually escalated into full fights near the end of that year and continued through most of the way through 7th until a suspenstion of all parties near the end of the year. Her parents finally got fed up with the fights and sent her off to Kardic figuring that if she didn't have anyone she knew she wouldn't get into anymore trouble.
Other: The second rule 9 is my favorite. |
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