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46,702 | 1,264 | 41 | 1,368 | 222 | Leval Lamrue
Leval yawned and stretched his arms out. His injured shoulder began to throb and a look of annoyance flashed over his face. He looked around, the nocturne was still sleeping on his stolen bed and the succubi was still resting. He found the bathroom and walked inside.
He emerged, plus one surprising toothbrush related eye injury wearing a white collared, button down shirt, a pair of black pants, and a pair of black running shoes that fit him rather nicely. "I did not enjoy that." Despite what he said, his shoulder felt better and he enjoyed the feeling of being clean after yesterday's challenges.
His eye fell again on the rifle the Nocturne had dropped last night. It was quite unlike anything he had seen before. His fingers twitched, but he restrained the call of his inquisitive mind. He settled with looking over it without touching in order to respect the Nocturne's space. 'After all one of should.' The craftsmanship was amazingly intricate with detailed carvings and clockwork mechanisms blending with modern age tech. However, the much more interesting aspect were the bullets. One of them was projecting a tightly bound Weave of an essentia.'I have to ask him about this later.'
A growling sound emanated from his stomach. He sighed, stood, and went downstairs. He entered the line, the other students glancing at his hulking illusory form in clear nervousness. Internally he smiled, glad he had taken the time to repair the Weave. When it was his turn, he swiped his pendant and was pleasantly surprised when he found Cinnamon Toast, a fresh red apple, and a steaming cup of hot cocoa.
Looking around the room, he saw demon woman who lived in his dorm room sitting with a green pixie, a large figure in white clothing, a nocturne, and two humans. One of the humans seemed to be making designs out of flame. Leval felt his feet dragging him forward, his curiousity striking while his guard was lowered. He placed his meal on the table with a small sound. He greeted the table, "Hi all, I'm Leval." His focus snapped back to the design, running through several equations and projections.
"Oh that's clever! Very clever." He looked up eyes sparkingly. "Have you considered the increased wear on tear on the physical parts?" He activated the lights on his gloves on a low setting and copied the illusory design with some minor additions. "This might help reduce the amount of maintence and replacement parts you'll need in the future." He bit into his apple, enjoying the sweet taste. | Name: Leval Lamrue
Class: Illusionist
Race: Human
Appearance (Picture or Description or Both): In reality, Leval is 5’3” at 132 pounds. He keeps his brown hair cropped short to his head except for a small tuft in the front of his hair, which he takes a lot of pride in. His face is lightly freckled on his tan skin and his eyes are hazel. He has a slight overbite and a rather large nose. However, when Leval has his illusion up he most often appears as a rather idealized, intimidating version of himself.
Power Ranking: C
Electives:
-Magical History
-Potion Making
Character's Characteristics: Leval is a born liar and rather cowardly at times, though he pretends otherwise. However, when the cards are on the table Leval will stand up for those who treat him with respect. He is more curious about the world around him and loves learning about magic and history.
Main Power(s) based on Class: Appearance Illusions. Leval’s illusion magic is based in changing his appearance and the way other people perceive him. This power can change from appearing as someone else to illusory shapeshifting where it appears as though he is giant in form or wielding any type of weapon he can imagine. However, he has not mastered controlling the sense of touch so these illusions are easily seen through if someone tries to physically touch one. Knowing that Leval tries to make himself look as intimidating as possible to scare off his opponents.
Backstory (If Any): Leval was born in a small village where he was frequently targeted for his small size. When his magic manifested, his parents took him to a larger village where he could learn to control his power. They were always supportive and Leval takes care to write them as often as he can. Leval devoured all the books he could about magic and history and went off to Rosewood to satisfy his rampant curiousity
Any Other Info, if any: Leval has a pair of gloves with a small lightning opal attached to the top that produce light in a beam in front of him acting as a powerful flashlight. They were a gift from his parents. |
46,703 | 1,264 | 42 | 1,543 | 198 | Zephyr
Not long after he'd sat down opposite the other demon, Reas approached and sat down silently. Zephyr appreciated that he didn't interrupt. Daichi arrived minutes later, and Zephyr acknowledged his presence with a nod in his direction, deciding that the girl could answer if and when she felt like it. He decided to focus on the beautiful stack of meat in front of him, savouring the bacon especially which was just the way he liked it, slightly crisp. He eyed the steak on Daichi's plate for a while before quickly tearing a piece off a popping it in his mouth with a satisfied grin.
Catching sight of Zensei, Zephyr barely withheld a groan. The pixie was loud and obnoxious, and the fact they shared a room was already a pain. He even managed to keep quiet when Zensei opened his mouth and said "Zephyr and that hot demon girl would make a cute couple, right?" Instead, he fixed the tiny creature with a freezing gaze that had made soldiers quiver in their boots. The look quickly turned to revulsion as the pixie attacked his food with the eagerness of a starving dog, as well as the style of one. He looked on in abject disgust, horribly fascinated to the extent that he didn't notice when Nodah sat down. The appearance of a big, hulking figure did catch his attention though. Something about him was unsettling, though, and instantly Zephyr decided he didn't trust him, despite the friendly rapport he was striking up with Reas. | Name: Lance Delmero
Class: Essentia
Race: Elf
Appearance:
Power Ranking: A
Electives: Art, Potion making
Character's Characteristics: Lance is an adventurous guy. Charismatic, good at making conversation, and easy going. He cracks jokes, likes to laugh, and makes everything seem effortless. He's also wildly competitive, and very possessive. Overall, he's pretty good natured. His anger isn't the furious kind, but the quiet, cold kind and he can hold grudges. Most of the time, though, he's fun to be around.
Main Powers: Particularly good with frost, ice, snow and water in general.
Backstory: Elves are a generally aloof race. Lance, who loves to explore everywhere
and meet everyone in the funniest way possible doesn't really fit into the mould, and was sent to Rosewood by his parents in an attempt to steer him towards something useful after he returned from a particularly disastrous adventure involving two incubi and a lot of snow.
Other: Lance likes animals a lot. Especially cats. |
46,704 | 1,264 | 43 | 411 | 87 | Nuna Mori
Nuna was awakened by the warmth emitted from the sun, which replaced what she last remembered to be the moon. "It's morning already...MMM..." she muttered with her face in a pillow. Her legs and arms extended, popping her joints and returned to cuddling the pillow. The feel of the bedding had quickly become comforting to her and the urge to get up was difficult. She finally developed the incentive to prepare herself when she heard Yayo Fiji's message from the alarm clock. “Good morning students of Rosewood, this is Yayo Fiji. I hope you had a great first day and will continue to enjoy your time here. After you have prepared for the day, please make your way to the dining hall located on the first floor. This will be a chance to become acquainted with your classmates, so remember be polite!” "Sure will do..." she expressed wearily as she rose from the bed. When the search for the bathroom begun, she noticed that her roommates had already departed, except for the last arrival close to midnight. The Nocturne was still sprawled in bed, asleep. Inspecting him along with the headboard that was ingrained Leval Lamrue, Mori remembered the weird noise he made, "mreeeeeeeeeeeeeehh" Shivers ran down her spine as the remembrance of the sound left her in consternation. She eventually found the bathroom and entered.
Upon entrance of the bathroom, the elegance took her by surprise. The glass sink, the tiles, and lighting created a scenery unforgettable in the bathroom. Taking a few steps forward, a toothbrush materialized into her hands, startling her. Now that she knew of the technology she would no long be frightened, but engrossed to find out the next experience. After finishing brushing her teeth and fondling with the mirror's intricacy, she began removing her clothes. She stepped into the shower and was surprised once again. The mist and water that began to encase and caress her body rejuvenated her back to a state of normalcy. She looked down at the form of her body making poses in the shower as it may have casted a silhouette for an onlooker. Moments had passed, when she finally withdrew herself from the shower. As the drying and clothing process occurred, she viewed her outfit. It composed of: a white form-fitting crop top, dark suspenders holding up the sleek black mini skirt that hugged her hips tightly, and a pair of shiny black thigh-high boots with golden laces weaved to the top to match the gold bands clasped around her biceps. She had spent enough time preparing and hurriedly left for the first floor.
The elevator trip was the same as before and she tried to resist the effects it had on her, almost tolerating its torrent. On the first floor, she entered the hall, with other students, to attain breakfast. The lines were slowly growing, but she found a relatively short line and swiped her identification necklace to get her food. She quickly took her food as it did not matter what was on her plate, but who she would sit next to. Nuna caught sight of Desdemona and Leval, but her interest both piqued and depressed; as the Nocturne from the teleportal was at the table, along with the green pixie fruit. "How would I engage the situation?" She wanted to be away from the crowd, but not alone. The thought hit her like a tree being cut to the ground. She approached the table standing behind the Nocturne. She greeted everyone first stating her name and then talking to everyone else she knew directly. "Hello, my name is Nuna Mori for those of you who don't know." She noticed the boy named, Nodah and acknowledged his company with great honor. "Good to see you again, my dear sire." She waved at Leval and Desdemona. She took notice of a human with rollerskates. "Rollerskates..." The other demon was at the table and she examined his elegant attire. But last person she even wanted to see was the green light. Looking at him, Mori was almost attempted to jump over the table and smash him like a fly. Yayo's words rang through her head as her face clearly displayed her anger. She noticed the Nocturne's beanie and decided to take it off. She let her fingers slip under the hat, dwindle in his hair, and remove the beanie. Under his hat were his piquant hair and fuzzy cat ears. She reached for one ear massaging it, as it twitched and relaxed at the presence of her hand. This was no ordinary touch, but one that allowed the Nocturne to remanin calm; Succubus touch. It was only common for people within her race. With the beanie, she began walking away to a new table, bumping into the male demon with her hip on purpose. All of this was done nonchalantly, as her food maintained on her tray.
She hoped that the two would react in some fashion to her actions. She settled at the table, knowing at least the Nocturne would come, waiting. | Name: Ｋｕｒｏｄａ Ｄａｉｃｈｉ
Class: Ｅｓｓｅｎｔｉａ
Race: Ｎｏｃｔｕｒｎｅ
Appearance:
›Very тαll αɴd ѕleɴder αɴd ѕтαтυre, Dαιcнι мeαѕυreѕ αт αroυɴd 6'3" αɴd υѕυαlly weαrѕ α вlαcĸ вeαɴιe тo cover нιѕ proтrυdιɴɢ ғelιɴe eαrѕ.‹
Power Ranking: Ａ
Electives: Mαgιcαℓ Hιѕтσяу & Ƥσтιση Mαкιηg ✔
Character's Characteristics: Uɴlιĸe нιѕ ιɴтιмιdαтιɴɢ αppeαrαɴce, Dαιcнι ιѕ α very plαyғυl αɴd αpproαcнαвle perѕoɴ wнo loveѕ тo crαcĸ joĸeѕ. Doɴ'т ɢeт oɴ нιѕ вαd ѕιde тнoυɢн; нe вιтeѕ.
Main Powers based on Class: Mαηιƒєѕтαтιση σƒ ǀcє αη∂ Mιѕт- ѕσмєтιмєѕ νєησмσυѕ
Backstory: Born and raised in the well-renowned region of Matara, Daichi was constantly prowling the many heavily crowded swamps in search of something new- something interesting. With that mindset, the adventurous Nocturne decided to embark on a trip away from his large family to The Barren Lands, where he hoped to bring some change to his monotonous life. Of course, such a journey would not be easy; The Barren Lands are not divisions that can be taken lightly. Daichi prefers not to speak much about his experiences in the hazardous areas, but he is certain that this experience helped him to discover the true capacity of his powers, thus leading him to enroll in Rosewood; the school for the gifted.
Other Info: His family consists of 4 sisters and 3 brothers, meaning he comes from a family of 10. He may not look it, but he is also a very family oriented guy who treasures those he cares for and holds dear. The necklace adorned around his neck is always there- it was a gift especially from his deceased grandfather who entrusted it to him as a token of protection. |
46,705 | 1,264 | 44 | 1,706 | 30 | Nuna Mori
Seeing that her plans had come to fruition, she heard the distant shout of the Nocturne. "My hat!" She sensed the boy approaching her and prepared herself mentally. "Hey there... Nuna, was it?" he leaned forward to complete his sentence. "Yes, that's me." "If you wanted my attention, taking my hat was a pretty good method. So, what can I do for you?" Nuna stared into his eyes for a moment, before she brushed her lips against his. The heat from the Nocturne filled her soul to the brim and the little resistance met from the surprise died out. She released him from her seducing grasp and noticed the audience seemed to take interest as the two kissed. She sat down as the Nocturne appeared to be frozen in mid-air. She then adjusted the hat onto his head caressing his face. "Hmm... Let me think. Nothing much now." she said trying to act as if nothing had occurred. "What's your name?" | Name: Dᴇsᴅᴇᴍᴏɴᴀ Cᴏʀᴄᴇʟʟᴀ
Class: Nᴇᴄʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇʀ
Race: Dᴇᴍᴏɴ
Appearance:
5'4" tall/Curvy Build
Power Ranking: A
Electives:
-Magical History
-Potion Making
Character's Characteristics:
Ruthless and arrogant. She loves a good challenge and is definitely someone you shouldn't get on the bad side of. Has a soft spot for cats.
Main powers: Uses harvested magic of the dead as a way to amplify her own strength. Can resurrect dead creatures for various amounts of time depending on how strong the creature is.
Backstory: Desdemona Corcella has been through rigorous magical training her whole life. She has fought the dangerous creatures in the Barren Lands and Wilds, and has been accustomed to death from a young age. As the sole heir of a world-renowned family of demons, she has to maintain the tradition of dominating any competition with the use of powerful necromancy. Desdemona's family holds her to a very high standard, and doesn't accept any failures. Any level of disappointment will result in extreme punishments and because of this Desdemona has devoted most of her efforts into becoming the best at everything she does. Desdemona is currently at Rosewood and sees it as another test to prove her superiority to her family.
Other info: Dislikes Pixies, she sees them as being annoying bugs and wishes she could squash them all. |
46,706 | 1,264 | 45 | 411 | 87 | Ｋｕｒｏｄａ Ｄａｉｃｈｉ
Kuroda tensed up instantaneously after his lips came in contact with the succubus'. His eyes widened once more, clearly from the shock of the unforeseen event. In any normal situation, Daichi would have retaliated with brute force. However, he instead felt weakened by the rapid reduction of energy he had stored from the previous night. At a loss for words, the nocturne remained motionless in the same position Nuna had left him. His face showed some loss in its original vibrancy, and his throat was left with a dry sensation that hindered his ability to speak. Even his hearing appeared to be affected negatively by the sudden violation, and the scenery around him began to darken. I... I feel weak... He was unable to think clearly, as his mind had become clouded with the image of the creature who absorbed his life force.
Daichi leaned forward unsteadily, covering his mouth when he felt a nauseating feeling rise up from his stomach. The room was spinning, and the frail nocturne was slowly losing grip of his consciousness; he staggered towards the first creature in his path, groping any sort of support to keep him from passing out. "Give... it back..." His voice sounded strained as he slumped over who he assumed was the succubus, pleading with her to return his power. In turn, the female wrapped loosely in his arms was not Nuna, but the demon girl who appeared shortly after the ordeal. "You damn succubus... I'll kill--" Before he could finish mumbling his threat, the cat finally fainted, putting all of his weight on the body beneath him. | Name: Ｋｕｒｏｄａ Ｄａｉｃｈｉ
Class: Ｅｓｓｅｎｔｉａ
Race: Ｎｏｃｔｕｒｎｅ
Appearance:
›Very тαll αɴd ѕleɴder αɴd ѕтαтυre, Dαιcнι мeαѕυreѕ αт αroυɴd 6'3" αɴd υѕυαlly weαrѕ α вlαcĸ вeαɴιe тo cover нιѕ proтrυdιɴɢ ғelιɴe eαrѕ.‹
Power Ranking: Ａ
Electives: Mαgιcαℓ Hιѕтσяу & Ƥσтιση Mαкιηg ✔
Character's Characteristics: Uɴlιĸe нιѕ ιɴтιмιdαтιɴɢ αppeαrαɴce, Dαιcнι ιѕ α very plαyғυl αɴd αpproαcнαвle perѕoɴ wнo loveѕ тo crαcĸ joĸeѕ. Doɴ'т ɢeт oɴ нιѕ вαd ѕιde тнoυɢн; нe вιтeѕ.
Main Powers based on Class: Mαηιƒєѕтαтιση σƒ ǀcє αη∂ Mιѕт- ѕσмєтιмєѕ νєησмσυѕ
Backstory: Born and raised in the well-renowned region of Matara, Daichi was constantly prowling the many heavily crowded swamps in search of something new- something interesting. With that mindset, the adventurous Nocturne decided to embark on a trip away from his large family to The Barren Lands, where he hoped to bring some change to his monotonous life. Of course, such a journey would not be easy; The Barren Lands are not divisions that can be taken lightly. Daichi prefers not to speak much about his experiences in the hazardous areas, but he is certain that this experience helped him to discover the true capacity of his powers, thus leading him to enroll in Rosewood; the school for the gifted.
Other Info: His family consists of 4 sisters and 3 brothers, meaning he comes from a family of 10. He may not look it, but he is also a very family oriented guy who treasures those he cares for and holds dear. The necklace adorned around his neck is always there- it was a gift especially from his deceased grandfather who entrusted it to him as a token of protection. |
46,707 | 1,264 | 46 | 1,576 | 358 | Nodah Listig
"Good to see you again, my dear sire." Nodah turned his head at that, gazing at the succubus Nuna. The corners of his lips twitched. Yes, salvaged ties certainly gave favourable returns. "The pleasure is mine entirely," he replied, inclining his head to her. To call me sire, though, he thought. Peculiar, but I shan't publicly object now.
He watched with mild amusement as Nuna made a fresh target of Kuroda Daichi, sporting his beanie, though not for very long. He did not seem to require assistance, taking on the role of a good-humoured gentleman even as Nuna danced away with his head accessory. It was not until the succubus kissed him, that all seemed to go awry.
Nodah's ears flicked at a hiss, as though a python had uncoiled from the depths of a demon girl, and reared its furious head. "That succu-bitch!" It took a blink, before food went flying all over Nuna, and the demon rose from her seat to intervene. Temper, temper, he thought, hiding a wry grin at the dramatics before him. Daichi was proving quite popular. Oh, Rosewood wouldn't be at all dull, would it? But as Daichi fell and grasped for the demon, uttering for his beanie to be returned - followed forebodingly by a death threat - Nodah came to stand.
He rose, striding around to Daichi's side. "A very good day to you," he said to the demon, offering her a smile. "If you would be so kind, do lower him please." NOdah lent her a hand in laying Daichi on the ground, taking care to roll him onto his side. It would be unpleasant should the Nocturne choke. He gripped Daichi's wrist in his hand, and paused. "He has his pulse," he said shortly. "Perhaps he'd like to awake in a less...congested environment. The medical wing, for example. I imagine Yayo Fiji would be overjoyed to be of assistance."
Nodah sprang back to his feet, and made a beckoning motion with his hand. Daichi rose limply into the air, the gravity beneath him manipulated to keep him lying in the same position. "You need only say the word," he addressed the table at large, seeking their thoughts on the matter. Nodah was prepared to set off if the need arose. Were they? | Name: Nodah Listig
Class: Gravitin
Race: Human
Appearance: Lanky and tall. Light hazel hair is always tousled and messy. 175 centimeters tall, and 54 kilogrammes heavy. Light on his feet, with dexterous fingers. Looks delicate, but is more than capable of holding his own. Default eye colour is blue. (Any Other Info)
Power Ranking: A
Elective Classes: Magical History; Potion Making
Character's Characteristics: Nodah is a diplomat at heart. His policy is one of caution: never burn bridges before you have walked them. He follows whatever means necessary to attain what he desires. To him, life is to be played as a game. His humour is sly, and his deeds always coldly-calculated. Nodah is wont to keep his distance, while exuding undisputed and amiable confidence. He grins easily. He is skilled and well-versed with his powers, but would rather appear as one of the best rather than the best.
Main Power(s): Manipulating the movement of objects, and summoning them. He enjoys making merchandise fly off shelves in shops, out of mischief, boredom, or a partnership of both.
Backstory: He came from parents who were so enthralled in the throes of their dissolving marriage, that their son ceased to hold significant importance in their eyes. Nodah despised being invisible to them as they erupted and then tiptoed, brawled and then retreated, drunk and strung high on the destructive nature of their clashes. While they were occupied with their perpetual tango, he focused on discovering his powers. For a boy who’d known only camouflage and dismissal, the magic he wielded was his one crutch, and saving grace. He has come to highly-value his powers, for they gave him first belief in his worth.
Any Other Info: Nodah is in reality deeply insecure, and is subject to nightmares and anxiety often. Not that he would let anyone know, however. Also, with his volatile emotions, his eye colour is subject to changes according to his mood. It is a quirk he is unable to properly explain. |
46,708 | 1,264 | 47 | 2,788 | 1,595 | Mischa woke up with a yawn. He sat up, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and looking around to see that he was the only one still in the room. he did notice that there were four other beds meaning he had at most four roommates, he didn't know who or what they were as he curled up and fell asleep not long after entering the room. He rose from the bed and located the door to the bathroom a went through it, emerging a few minutes later with a fresh set of clothes consisting of a long-sleeve black shirt with a red vest and a pair of black pants and boots, though he still had his collar around his neck and the small attached bell that made no sound as he moved. He walked back over to the bed he slept on and picked up his rifle and slung it on his back.
He exited the dorm and headed to the portal that acted as an elevator taking down to the cafeteria in accordance with that elf's message. it seemed most everyone else was already there and eating so he headed toward the area it seemed everyone was getting their food, along the way however he spotted the back off a fairly large demon. He stopped in his tracks at the sight and his face lit up with a smile seconds before he pounced up onto the demon's shoulders and threw his arms around him "Aeyz, it's been years i never thou-..." he opened his eyes again to looked at the demon "Hey wait you're not Aeyz" He said before falling off of the demon and tumbling onto the floor. | Mischa Ezkalion
Death's grasp could not contain him
yet life's hands could not catch him |
46,709 | 1,264 | 48 | 231 | 133 | Nuna Mori
The beginning of a conversation came to an end when suddenly food was knocked over onto her clothing. The demon from the table nearby had exclaimed in a demeaning tone, “That succu-bitch!” This is what Mori presumed to be her statement, but it wasn't clearly audible at the moment; she would retain this premise for now. Nuna was engaged in kissing the Nocturne, but later to be realized kissing was not the only event taking a course. Desdemona's earlier comment was not to be thought of until she came rushing over after the incident that occurred, ruining her attire. Nuna was not an idiot and could sum up the happenings of the events with her high perspicacity.
She was very observant to watch people's characteristics and hold on even to the minute details. She immediately deducted that Desdemona was the culprit. Other than Nodah tending to the Nocturne who collapsed, the demon approached her. "Could it have been Nodah? Doesn't seem like him." All she needed now was her own evidence. By this time, she had returned to her dorm, recollecting as she entered the shower to restart her day. "In the span of time from when I kissing the Nocturne to sitting down, there was no one near me..." she stated as her body once again reacted with pacifying effects of the shower. "Could she have been a gravitin. Maybe she used such a sly method to attack me. A gravitin..." Nuna crouched, hugged her knees, pressing her breasts upon thighs trying to find the information. How could she be a gravitin though, as to the fact she would have felt more power surrounding the area. What else happened?
She had to think of any events that happened towards her departure; "Desdemona's statement...food...the Nocturne?" She then in the same position, slid her hands down to her ankle. She felt slight pain, but no marks were left behind due to the boots that extended to her knees. She then realized that Desdemona may not have been a gravitin, but a necromancer! "Ah. It's starting to add up now." She could only assume that she was a necromancer until she remembered that event that raided her mind when touching the burned tree. Going by this data, Desdemona was a necromancer, who had the ability to resurrect carcasses. "When did she find time to revive the dead? She must have a lot of spare time on her hands." The incantation she drew on the floor on the first day, simmered in her head. "She couldn't possibly have time to draw something like that. Unless they also have the ability to chant rituals." She hit the nail on the head.
The secret to deducing was placing herself in the shoes of the criminal. Her current position with her knees to her chest and the biting of her thumb increasing her deducting skills by twenty percent. She also derived that Desdemona was not very social, based on the lack of conversation she had with the group at the table and the way she acted on the first day, basically imitating Leval's first statement. Desdemona was a character that seemed like a leader, but in reality was biting off of people. "Literally, she is biting people. How pathetic." Nuna rethought the whole scenario incorporating her understanding. "Desdemona was a necromancer, who must have gotten jealous after I kissed the boy. So with that she called me a "succu-bitch" and planned her retaliation. She summoned a creature to come knock over my food and bite my ankles forcing me away. She suddenly assumed a nurturing role of a roommate to numb me, but all I needed to thwart you was proof to back up your words. Even if I were to be incorrect, for what reason would she have for calling me such a derogatory name? Maybe the Nocturne was her boyfriend? If so, she would have been more direct with her approach, instead of being a coward."
The shower had turned off by now, but she had lost consciousness on the present, thinking of the situation. She stood up, her knees cracking as she rose and exited the shower again. Mori had exited the shower once happy, but now with a serious demeanor; a glare devoid of any elation. "That demon better learn quickly that I'm not messing around. She has a death sentence and I will be ever so closer to getting revenge on her ass," she vehemently said in front of the mirror. She watched the process of drying and clothing take place. Again. Viewing her new attire, she was impressed as it correlated with her mood: a grey sleeveless high-low dress that flared out behind her, suited with a pair of matching grey platform ankle boots. She finished her thought process and exited the bathroom once more. "I swear to the corroded earth, that if I have to repeat my day again, I will personally see that the demon will rot in hell." She went to her bed and sat down to think of one last thing; the Nocturne.
The cat had passed out after their smooch. "I had not intended to take that much energy, but I couldn't help myself." Before Nuna went to the room, she responded to Nodah. "Perhaps he'd like to awake in a less...congested environment. The medical wing, for example. I imagine Yayo Fiji would be overjoyed to be of assistance." "I agree with your logic, but as for me I have to go clean up and will be there as soon as possible. And Desdemona as for you, don't worry your little heart about me, there are more imperative issues. After all, I did cause this." This was expressed before Nuna Mori had departed from the dining hall to the dorm. "The kiss drew energy out of people, but its not as if I intended it. As for the Nocturne, I shall not think of him too much. If my attributes really did affect him, he should really reconsider how close he gets to a succubus."
Now prepared, she headed back out, but for the medical facility this time. | Name: Zensei Zaza
Class: Gravitin
Race: Pixie
Appearance (Picture or Description or Both): (Ignore the flower xD)
Power Ranking (Look at "School Info" in the Doc): B
Pick 2 Classes of your Choice (Combat Training, Survival, and Spell Casting are required for all students.):
1. Potion Making
2. Art
Character's Characteristics: Very flirtatious, likes to spy on people in the shower, very hyper when eats sugar. Also attempts to be a bad bitch like Nicki Minaj or Azealia Banks
Main Power(s) based on Class: Making things rise then slamming them on the ground, opening locks from the outside.
Backstory (If Any): Zensei had a very creepy childhood. His mom was a black widow and his dad was a magical butterfly. Every day he had to eat bugs his mom caught for him. But one day his mom ate his dad, he cried for days on days. Afraid of what his mom would do next, he fled, almost getting jumped by her. Through all the fog he saw the gates to what looked like a college for magical creatures, and at that moment decided to attend. Also a lot of hot people will probably attend so that's another reason.
Any Other Info, if any: Has green sparkles/green glow. Favorite color is green. Loves to paint with sparkles. |
46,710 | 1,264 | 49 | 1,706 | 30 | Dᴇsᴅᴇᴍᴏɴᴀ Cᴏʀᴄᴇʟʟᴀ
In an instant, Desdemona had made contact with the nocturne, holding on to his unconscious body. She slightly stumbled back realizing he was heavier than she thought. While stabilizing her balance, a pleasant aroma passed her nose, “Wow, this guy smells really good.”
Soon after, another presence approached the table. “A very good day to you” a well-mannered human greeted Desdemona, “Where’d he come from?” she thought. He requested for the nocturne to be lowered and assisted in placing him on the ground. After checking, the human concluded that the nocturne had a pulse, but that was obvious to Desdemona. Being a necromancer she could tell when someone was dying or dead.
"Perhaps he'd like to awake in a less...congested environment. The medical wing, for example. I imagine Yayo Fiji would be overjoyed to be of assistance." the human suggested, altering the gravity around the nocturne lifting him up. “I agree with your logic, but as for me I have to go clean up and will be there as soon as possible. And Desdemona as for you, don't worry your little heart about me, there are more imperative issues. After all, I did cause this.” Nuna replies to the proposal.
Desdemona gave her a smile, the same smile she gives an enemy she’s about to kill. Watching the succubus leave the room, a squeak ringed in Desdemona's ears, "Yeah, let's get the demon in trouble if that's what you want to do. Almost everyone in the cafeteria noticed the commotion, and you think Yayo would be happy to fix something a student caused? We'd be lucky if we could even get away with this, snitch. At least Zephyr is here, so even if these students listening to me right now don't tell Yayo about this, we can heal Daichi, and everyone can forget about this. But don't think the succubus will, demon girl. You just initiated a life of hell with one of your roommates.". Turning in the direction of the pixie, she tried to keep herself from not slicing him up with her boot knife. Zensei proceeded to slightly lower the nocturne, mostly failing at overpowering the human's gravitational control. | Name: Dᴇsᴅᴇᴍᴏɴᴀ Cᴏʀᴄᴇʟʟᴀ
Class: Nᴇᴄʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇʀ
Race: Dᴇᴍᴏɴ
Appearance:
5'4" tall/Curvy Build
Power Ranking: A
Electives:
-Magical History
-Potion Making
Character's Characteristics:
Ruthless and arrogant. She loves a good challenge and is definitely someone you shouldn't get on the bad side of. Has a soft spot for cats.
Main powers: Uses harvested magic of the dead as a way to amplify her own strength. Can resurrect dead creatures for various amounts of time depending on how strong the creature is.
Backstory: Desdemona Corcella has been through rigorous magical training her whole life. She has fought the dangerous creatures in the Barren Lands and Wilds, and has been accustomed to death from a young age. As the sole heir of a world-renowned family of demons, she has to maintain the tradition of dominating any competition with the use of powerful necromancy. Desdemona's family holds her to a very high standard, and doesn't accept any failures. Any level of disappointment will result in extreme punishments and because of this Desdemona has devoted most of her efforts into becoming the best at everything she does. Desdemona is currently at Rosewood and sees it as another test to prove her superiority to her family.
Other info: Dislikes Pixies, she sees them as being annoying bugs and wishes she could squash them all. |
46,711 | 1,264 | 50 | 1,368 | 222 | Leval Lamrue
Leval couldn't believe his eyes, the succubi girl had drained the life energy of a fellow student right there in the middle of the cafeteria. The Nocturne was unconscious. The majority of the rest of the table had stood up and over to the Nocturne and he seemed to be alive, but injured. Leval stood up and cast a minor Weave over his voice to amplify it around the room. He stood up, making his illusory form tower above all the seated students of Rosewood. His voice boomed across the cafeteria, "Druids in the room, please raise your hands! Several students jerked taken aback at the imposing figure and his booming voice, but several hands were raised. Leval nodded approvingly, in reality standing on the table to see who was raising their hands.
"We have a hurt student here, Succubus drained him. I need you, you, and you to go and heal him." He pointed at the the three closest druids in the room. They stood up and walked over to the unconscious Nocturne and began to perform their healing spells. Leval remained standing overseeing their efforts. He made a note in his head to take back the apology he had given to the succubus the night before. | Name: Leval Lamrue
Class: Illusionist
Race: Human
Appearance (Picture or Description or Both): In reality, Leval is 5’3” at 132 pounds. He keeps his brown hair cropped short to his head except for a small tuft in the front of his hair, which he takes a lot of pride in. His face is lightly freckled on his tan skin and his eyes are hazel. He has a slight overbite and a rather large nose. However, when Leval has his illusion up he most often appears as a rather idealized, intimidating version of himself.
Power Ranking: C
Electives:
-Magical History
-Potion Making
Character's Characteristics: Leval is a born liar and rather cowardly at times, though he pretends otherwise. However, when the cards are on the table Leval will stand up for those who treat him with respect. He is more curious about the world around him and loves learning about magic and history.
Main Power(s) based on Class: Appearance Illusions. Leval’s illusion magic is based in changing his appearance and the way other people perceive him. This power can change from appearing as someone else to illusory shapeshifting where it appears as though he is giant in form or wielding any type of weapon he can imagine. However, he has not mastered controlling the sense of touch so these illusions are easily seen through if someone tries to physically touch one. Knowing that Leval tries to make himself look as intimidating as possible to scare off his opponents.
Backstory (If Any): Leval was born in a small village where he was frequently targeted for his small size. When his magic manifested, his parents took him to a larger village where he could learn to control his power. They were always supportive and Leval takes care to write them as often as he can. Leval devoured all the books he could about magic and history and went off to Rosewood to satisfy his rampant curiousity
Any Other Info, if any: Leval has a pair of gloves with a small lightning opal attached to the top that produce light in a beam in front of him acting as a powerful flashlight. They were a gift from his parents. |
46,712 | 1,264 | 51 | 1,543 | 198 | Zephyr
Zephyr looked on in disbelief at the events happening. Both Nuna and Desdemona had turned out to be petty girls, not worth the attention Zephyr had initially given them. Although he understood Nuna's behaviour, her being a Succubus, he couldn't believe Desdemona would act so... human. He looked at Daichi's unconscious form, and stepped over it on his way to Desdemona. Could he have healed him? Yes, but Zephyr preferred not to be helpful if he didn't have to be. Reaching her, he grabbed her wrist and dragged her out of the dining hall and into the quiet corridor. She protested, but Zephyr was mostly brute strength and she might as well not have resisted at all. Once outside, he whirled on her, irritated.
"You. What's wrong with you?" He growled. "That was, without a doubt the most idiotic display I have ever seen in my life. You're a demon, for crying out loud! Not that I'm an expert, you being the first one I've met other than myself, but do you always act like such a brat? Doing that over a guy you barely know? What's your issue?" He demanded. Normally, he didn't care when people made fools of themselves, but it irritated him that the first member of his kind he'd met had turned out to be so disappointing. He liked making enemies as much as the next person, but Desdemona seemed to be doing it because of a stypid crush, which pissed him off no end. | Name: Lance Delmero
Class: Essentia
Race: Elf
Appearance:
Power Ranking: A
Electives: Art, Potion making
Character's Characteristics: Lance is an adventurous guy. Charismatic, good at making conversation, and easy going. He cracks jokes, likes to laugh, and makes everything seem effortless. He's also wildly competitive, and very possessive. Overall, he's pretty good natured. His anger isn't the furious kind, but the quiet, cold kind and he can hold grudges. Most of the time, though, he's fun to be around.
Main Powers: Particularly good with frost, ice, snow and water in general.
Backstory: Elves are a generally aloof race. Lance, who loves to explore everywhere
and meet everyone in the funniest way possible doesn't really fit into the mould, and was sent to Rosewood by his parents in an attempt to steer him towards something useful after he returned from a particularly disastrous adventure involving two incubi and a lot of snow.
Other: Lance likes animals a lot. Especially cats. |
46,713 | 1,264 | 52 | 1,576 | 358 | Nodah Listig
Nodah watched the succubus make her way out of the hall with a few words to the demon Desdemona. And then the pixie spoke. The high frequency and nature of his words grated on Nodah's ears, but he concealed his annoyance with a face of puzzlement. "Get the demon in trouble?" What did the pixie mean by that? But as he chattered on, understanding dawned upon Nodah. "Heavens, no." His expression morphed into one of mild hurt. "It is not as though we would have to divulge every detail of the morning to Yayo Fiji." His eyes flickered to Desdemona. "Though her involvement in anything to be frowned upon has not yet been confirmed. Innocent until proven guilty, yes?" The burden of doubt weighed heavily against the demon however. Few could have overlooked the bad blood that seemed to run between her and Nuna - or, for that matter, between her and the pixie, given the murderous look she was casting upon Zensei.
Nodah startled as he felt a push against his own magic. Zensei was trying - with half-admirable determination - to bring Daichi back to earth. "Let him go." Nodah heard the pixie demand amidst small gasps of exertion. How quickly these students grow their strings of attachment, he thought wearily. "Come now, Zensei," he reasoned, with slight reproach, injecting a bite of humour to keep his tone light though he was close to snarling at the little figure that was in turns loud and rude. "Whether we proceed to the medical wing or not, it would be more comfortable for Daichi to lie suspended, rather than on the ground. Surely a sensible creature such as yourself would agree with me there?" He did not know if the pixie was at all sensible; all evidence seemed to be pointing to the contrary - though to be fair Nodah was getting irritated and bias made for significant error in judgement. But he did hope it would put an end to the argument.
The matter was decided shortly however by the hulking figure that called for druids who sprang forth and swarmed around Daichi to tend to him. Nodah did not set his body down, instead choosing to raise him to a comfortable level for the students to work at. "Quite efficient," he murmured, taking note of Zephyr making off with Desdemona, as he turned towards the towering creature. "Though are you sure this is wise? We are only students, after all, still learning to master the power we wield." He looked appraisingly at the form before him. "I am Nodah Listig. We haven't met, if I'm not mistaken. I don't believe I would forget crossing such an...impressive figure." | Name: Nodah Listig
Class: Gravitin
Race: Human
Appearance: Lanky and tall. Light hazel hair is always tousled and messy. 175 centimeters tall, and 54 kilogrammes heavy. Light on his feet, with dexterous fingers. Looks delicate, but is more than capable of holding his own. Default eye colour is blue. (Any Other Info)
Power Ranking: A
Elective Classes: Magical History; Potion Making
Character's Characteristics: Nodah is a diplomat at heart. His policy is one of caution: never burn bridges before you have walked them. He follows whatever means necessary to attain what he desires. To him, life is to be played as a game. His humour is sly, and his deeds always coldly-calculated. Nodah is wont to keep his distance, while exuding undisputed and amiable confidence. He grins easily. He is skilled and well-versed with his powers, but would rather appear as one of the best rather than the best.
Main Power(s): Manipulating the movement of objects, and summoning them. He enjoys making merchandise fly off shelves in shops, out of mischief, boredom, or a partnership of both.
Backstory: He came from parents who were so enthralled in the throes of their dissolving marriage, that their son ceased to hold significant importance in their eyes. Nodah despised being invisible to them as they erupted and then tiptoed, brawled and then retreated, drunk and strung high on the destructive nature of their clashes. While they were occupied with their perpetual tango, he focused on discovering his powers. For a boy who’d known only camouflage and dismissal, the magic he wielded was his one crutch, and saving grace. He has come to highly-value his powers, for they gave him first belief in his worth.
Any Other Info: Nodah is in reality deeply insecure, and is subject to nightmares and anxiety often. Not that he would let anyone know, however. Also, with his volatile emotions, his eye colour is subject to changes according to his mood. It is a quirk he is unable to properly explain. |
46,714 | 1,264 | 53 | 411 | 87 | Ｋｕｒｏｄａ Ｄａｉｃｈｉ
Kuroda's body, still levitating a reasonable distance from the ground, had been surrounded by the druid students called over by Leval. As the healers worked, a transparent glow radiated from their hands, tending somewhat to his loss of heat. Through his unconsciousness, the Nocturne's mind raced in a loop about the events that led up to this outcome. The Succubus had planned it out, possibly using Daichi as a guinea pig to test the extent of her powers. Kuroda's eyebrow twitched at the thought.
Why me? Out of the many creatures present in a school of such prestige, Nuna chose Daichi and consumed his energy in a place for everyone to see. He clenched his hands weakly by his sides before they fell limp once more. Embarrass me in front of the whole school, huh? Just you wait, succubus... While this brooding occurred, the Nocturne mumbled something incomprehensible under his breath. By that time, he had enough energy returned to him, making it possible for him to open his eyes. Slowly, his eyelids remained shuttered as his irises became partially visible. They had not retained their original luster, his amber eyes dull with grogginess. Daichi carefully brought a hand to rest on his forehead, letting out a groan of vexation once he had gathered his bearings. Although his senses were impaired, he managed to snap out of his trance-like state.
"Ugh... too bright..." He spoke with a raspy voice, moving to shield his sensitive eyes with the backs of his hands. Once it was evident that he had come back to life, the two students tending to him stepped back and allowed him some room to regain his center of balance. Noticing that he wasn't quite on the ground, he figured a fellow gravitist had aided in his recuperation as well. "-hey, I think I can stand now." He called out in general, unsure of who was supporting him. Eventually, his feet were planted firmly on the ground and all of his weight returned to him in an instant, nearly knocking him back onto the cold surface of the floor. The Nocturne nodded his head at the students who had assisted him and gave them his thanks. Still feeling a bit unsteady, Kuroda made his way over to one of the nearby tables, sinking into a seat with little to no enthusiasm. He exhaled heavily and turned the chair to face the others, straddling the seat and folding his arms over the back to rest his head. "Man, I'm beat and the day hasn't even started..."
Kuroda eyes became half-lidded once he had settled into his position, fighting back the urge to sleep that was looming over him. The moon won't be out for a while, so I'm screwed until then. The Nocturne gritted his teeth as images of the Succubus played in his head. Because of that woman, I'm left in such a weak and helpless state. What the hell is wrong with me? I should have known better- succubi are even more cunning than most other races out there. He furrowed his brows as he raked his mind for any solutions. How am I supposed to deal with her? My rep is probably torn to pieces 'cause I seem like a wuss. I gotta redeem myself. As he pondered in silence, he struggled to keep his eyes from closing once again, and he drifted off into a light sleep. | Name: Ｋｕｒｏｄａ Ｄａｉｃｈｉ
Class: Ｅｓｓｅｎｔｉａ
Race: Ｎｏｃｔｕｒｎｅ
Appearance:
›Very тαll αɴd ѕleɴder αɴd ѕтαтυre, Dαιcнι мeαѕυreѕ αт αroυɴd 6'3" αɴd υѕυαlly weαrѕ α вlαcĸ вeαɴιe тo cover нιѕ proтrυdιɴɢ ғelιɴe eαrѕ.‹
Power Ranking: Ａ
Electives: Mαgιcαℓ Hιѕтσяу & Ƥσтιση Mαкιηg ✔
Character's Characteristics: Uɴlιĸe нιѕ ιɴтιмιdαтιɴɢ αppeαrαɴce, Dαιcнι ιѕ α very plαyғυl αɴd αpproαcнαвle perѕoɴ wнo loveѕ тo crαcĸ joĸeѕ. Doɴ'т ɢeт oɴ нιѕ вαd ѕιde тнoυɢн; нe вιтeѕ.
Main Powers based on Class: Mαηιƒєѕтαтιση σƒ ǀcє αη∂ Mιѕт- ѕσмєтιмєѕ νєησмσυѕ
Backstory: Born and raised in the well-renowned region of Matara, Daichi was constantly prowling the many heavily crowded swamps in search of something new- something interesting. With that mindset, the adventurous Nocturne decided to embark on a trip away from his large family to The Barren Lands, where he hoped to bring some change to his monotonous life. Of course, such a journey would not be easy; The Barren Lands are not divisions that can be taken lightly. Daichi prefers not to speak much about his experiences in the hazardous areas, but he is certain that this experience helped him to discover the true capacity of his powers, thus leading him to enroll in Rosewood; the school for the gifted.
Other Info: His family consists of 4 sisters and 3 brothers, meaning he comes from a family of 10. He may not look it, but he is also a very family oriented guy who treasures those he cares for and holds dear. The necklace adorned around his neck is always there- it was a gift especially from his deceased grandfather who entrusted it to him as a token of protection. |
46,715 | 1,264 | 54 | 2,422 | 1,600 | Read Grimorea
Reas had completely zoned out while staring at the diagram, causing him to not hear any of the others approach the table but absent mindedly his head when one of them said something. When Leval appeared and took interest in his work Reas finally looked up from the diagrm and smiled glad that someone there was familiar enough with this kind of tech to recognize it. "This might help reduce the amount of maintence and replacement parts you'll need in the future." Leval said as he made a copy of Reas' design and displayed it with more modifications done to it. "Oh that's a very good idea but doing that would also create large amounts of feedback over prolonged period of use, which of course is dangerous unless in a one way system." Reas said then stopped and held out his hand after wiping it with a napkin "I'm Reas nice to meet you Leval."
After the attempted hand shake Reas created another illusion, this time creating an actual copy of the engine but also with the off-road wheels of his skates broken down into all its components. "This is the first thing im going to put this engine into, it should increase the power output but I cant stop it from being a energy guzzler though your design looks more efficient than the one I currently have. Reas said just before the Succubus came and began making a scene. Reas took another bite of fruit as he watched the events unfold with the Nocturn and the Succubus, amazed at how quickly things escalated since this was only breakfast. 'This school is gonna be fun, I can tell' Reas thought to himself as he looked back at Leval finally getting a good look at him and repeatedly thinking "You can't judge a book by its cover".
Reas started having his Illusion put itself together, adding both engines into a separate wheel and started them up. Both ran almost silently but the engine Leval designed began leaking energy at an increased rate than the other and began to electrocute the wheel frying the circuits then the other did the Same but ended with a hole in the engine compartment. "I guess they're both unstable" Reas said with a small laugh and started another simulation with the engines before looking over at the comotion concerning the nocturn "maybe they SHOULD go to the health office" he said loud enough for them to hear. | Name:
Reas Grimorea
Class:
Illusionist
Race:
Human
Appearance:
5'6" tall / 127 lb not much muscle tone but looks solid. instaed of the red sweat shirt it is black
Power Ranking:
A
Pick 2 Classes of your Choice:
1. Art
2. Cooking
Character's Characteristics:
Very studious, Never without his Rollerblades, Likes sour foods but doesn't eat much, likes to practice regular boxing and a modified style of Kick-boxing which revolves around using his Rollerblades as a means of accelerating his legs to insane speeds. He has a bad habit of being stobborn when faced with a challenge, though is often nice to others who share interests with him.
Main Power(s) based on Class:
Adept at making enviromental illusions such as producing realistic fire and refracting light to blend in with his surroundings.
Backstory:
The son of a Skilled Mechanic and average magician who was badly injured when he refused to pay the local crooks "Chimera". Reas was given his Rollerblades a few weeks before he came to Rosewood where he is usually the quiet one in class.
Reas is always riding his rollerblades, so much in fact that most dont see him wearing any other shoes but there is a good reason for this as they help channel his powers. He was born with the medical condition "Muscle Hypertrophy" which caused his muscles to over develop as a kid and has increased his strength by 10 times which earned him the name cyclop's hammer from his strength.
Any Other Info:
Constantly has a ribbon of illusionary fire wrapped around his leg as a reminder of his quest to get revenge on the thugs that hurt his father. Will ride his Rollerblades in any enviroment as they are powered by his magic allowing him to push his speed to the limit and beyond as well as boost his general leg power (jumping, running, ETC), Reas was known to get into fights and had earned the nickname cyclop's hammer for his strong punches that were like being hit with his namesake weapon |
46,716 | 1,264 | 55 | 1,706 | 30 | Dᴇsᴅᴇᴍᴏɴᴀ Cᴏʀᴄᴇʟʟᴀ
Caught off guard by an extremely forceful pull, Desdemona soon found herself outside of the dining hall. Looking directly at a very annoyed Zephyr, she was unsure how to react. “You. What's wrong with you?” Zephyr asked letting out his anger, “Me? What the hell’s wrong with you?!” Desdemona thought. She definitely didn’t appreciate being manhandled by anybody. “That was, without a doubt the most idiotic display I have ever seen in my life. You're a demon, for crying out loud! Not that I'm an expert, you being the first one I've met other than myself, but do you always act like such a brat? Doing that over a guy you barely know? What's your issue?” he continues.
At first Desdemona was offended by being called a brat, but then realized she probably deserved it. She never acted like this before, getting worked up over a guy. If only she could overcome her fascination for anything cat-like and this wouldn’t have happen. Desdemona knew Zephyr was right, what she did was foolish, but she couldn’t let him know that, “My issue right now is you thinking you can just grab me like that.” she replies.
She wanted to look as intimidating as him, so she began to increase the presence of her magical power, creating a visible dark aura around her body. “Ever do that again and you’ll definitely regret it.” she threatens walking away, gradually lowering her magical presence.
Leaving the corridor and not wanting to return to the dining hall, Desdemona decides to explore the rest of the school until class starts. | Name: Dᴇsᴅᴇᴍᴏɴᴀ Cᴏʀᴄᴇʟʟᴀ
Class: Nᴇᴄʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇʀ
Race: Dᴇᴍᴏɴ
Appearance:
5'4" tall/Curvy Build
Power Ranking: A
Electives:
-Magical History
-Potion Making
Character's Characteristics:
Ruthless and arrogant. She loves a good challenge and is definitely someone you shouldn't get on the bad side of. Has a soft spot for cats.
Main powers: Uses harvested magic of the dead as a way to amplify her own strength. Can resurrect dead creatures for various amounts of time depending on how strong the creature is.
Backstory: Desdemona Corcella has been through rigorous magical training her whole life. She has fought the dangerous creatures in the Barren Lands and Wilds, and has been accustomed to death from a young age. As the sole heir of a world-renowned family of demons, she has to maintain the tradition of dominating any competition with the use of powerful necromancy. Desdemona's family holds her to a very high standard, and doesn't accept any failures. Any level of disappointment will result in extreme punishments and because of this Desdemona has devoted most of her efforts into becoming the best at everything she does. Desdemona is currently at Rosewood and sees it as another test to prove her superiority to her family.
Other info: Dislikes Pixies, she sees them as being annoying bugs and wishes she could squash them all. |
46,717 | 1,264 | 56 | 231 | 133 | Zensei Zaza
"Whether we proceed to the medical wing or not, it would be more comfortable for Daichi to lie suspended, rather than on the ground. Surely a sensible creature such as yourself would agree with me there?" Nodah said, freezing Zensei's body and widening his eyes. "You are so right!" He exclaimed, releasing his gravitational pull and flying closer to Daichi. "Move out of the way good-for-healing tree hugging dru-freaks! Daichi are you okay?!" He yelled as he squeezed through the crowd.
Right when he finished weaving through everyone, Daichi was already at a different table drifting off to sleep. Zensei prepared to go in for the kill. He squinted his eyes under the table at Daichi's black pants decorated with several zippers. "It's time." he whispered to himself before shooting himself with gravity, pushing his body to fly faster. As the air slapped his face and blew his hair back, he stretched out his arms and legs in front of him. On the impact that felt like a small pillow hitting Daichi's leg, Zensei quickly wrapped his arms and legs around the Nocturne's leg, below the knee. "Are you okay my sweet pussy?!" | Name: Zensei Zaza
Class: Gravitin
Race: Pixie
Appearance (Picture or Description or Both): (Ignore the flower xD)
Power Ranking (Look at "School Info" in the Doc): B
Pick 2 Classes of your Choice (Combat Training, Survival, and Spell Casting are required for all students.):
1. Potion Making
2. Art
Character's Characteristics: Very flirtatious, likes to spy on people in the shower, very hyper when eats sugar. Also attempts to be a bad bitch like Nicki Minaj or Azealia Banks
Main Power(s) based on Class: Making things rise then slamming them on the ground, opening locks from the outside.
Backstory (If Any): Zensei had a very creepy childhood. His mom was a black widow and his dad was a magical butterfly. Every day he had to eat bugs his mom caught for him. But one day his mom ate his dad, he cried for days on days. Afraid of what his mom would do next, he fled, almost getting jumped by her. Through all the fog he saw the gates to what looked like a college for magical creatures, and at that moment decided to attend. Also a lot of hot people will probably attend so that's another reason.
Any Other Info, if any: Has green sparkles/green glow. Favorite color is green. Loves to paint with sparkles. |
46,718 | 1,264 | 57 | 411 | 87 | Ｋｕｒｏｄａ Ｄａｉｃｈｉ
The Nocturne continued nodding off at the vacant table cast off to the side of the group, drowsing in the slight solitude he had found. He wasn't aware of Zensei as he advanced towards him through the small gathering of students. The words his shrill voice formed were inaudible to the sleepy Kuroda, who's hearing had been vitiated following the loss of energy. Sleep had already put the cat in a defenseless state, so he was oblivious to all that was occurring around him- the nonexistent collision the tiny pixie had made with his calf had no effect on Daichi at all. He simply nestled his head further into the nook of his elbow, slipping into a deeper sleep. Just when he was about to zone out completely, a sound most irritating echoed from beneath the cat, provoking his ears to jolt beneath his hat.
"Are you okay my sweet pussy?!" Zensei squeaked unpleasantly; Daichi's eyes opened slowly, a look of indignation festering in the crisp yellow irises. Without uttering a word, the Nocturne reached down to his shin and clasped his thumb and index finger around the back of Zensei's collar. He pinched the miniature tuxedo and yanked the creature from his leg, holding Zensei limply in front of his face. "Don't call me that. Ever." He snarled, bearing his teeth as his ill-tempered mannerisms surfacing. "I'm not in the mood." The usual goofy expression Daichi wore had been replaced with one set with as much intimidation as he could manage at the moment. | Name: Ｋｕｒｏｄａ Ｄａｉｃｈｉ
Class: Ｅｓｓｅｎｔｉａ
Race: Ｎｏｃｔｕｒｎｅ
Appearance:
›Very тαll αɴd ѕleɴder αɴd ѕтαтυre, Dαιcнι мeαѕυreѕ αт αroυɴd 6'3" αɴd υѕυαlly weαrѕ α вlαcĸ вeαɴιe тo cover нιѕ proтrυdιɴɢ ғelιɴe eαrѕ.‹
Power Ranking: Ａ
Electives: Mαgιcαℓ Hιѕтσяу & Ƥσтιση Mαкιηg ✔
Character's Characteristics: Uɴlιĸe нιѕ ιɴтιмιdαтιɴɢ αppeαrαɴce, Dαιcнι ιѕ α very plαyғυl αɴd αpproαcнαвle perѕoɴ wнo loveѕ тo crαcĸ joĸeѕ. Doɴ'т ɢeт oɴ нιѕ вαd ѕιde тнoυɢн; нe вιтeѕ.
Main Powers based on Class: Mαηιƒєѕтαтιση σƒ ǀcє αη∂ Mιѕт- ѕσмєтιмєѕ νєησмσυѕ
Backstory: Born and raised in the well-renowned region of Matara, Daichi was constantly prowling the many heavily crowded swamps in search of something new- something interesting. With that mindset, the adventurous Nocturne decided to embark on a trip away from his large family to The Barren Lands, where he hoped to bring some change to his monotonous life. Of course, such a journey would not be easy; The Barren Lands are not divisions that can be taken lightly. Daichi prefers not to speak much about his experiences in the hazardous areas, but he is certain that this experience helped him to discover the true capacity of his powers, thus leading him to enroll in Rosewood; the school for the gifted.
Other Info: His family consists of 4 sisters and 3 brothers, meaning he comes from a family of 10. He may not look it, but he is also a very family oriented guy who treasures those he cares for and holds dear. The necklace adorned around his neck is always there- it was a gift especially from his deceased grandfather who entrusted it to him as a token of protection. |
46,719 | 1,264 | 58 | 2,788 | 1,595 | Mischa looked up from where he was on the ground to see that the demon he had jumped up on had gotten up and dragged another demon girl out of the cafeteria, completely ignoring what Mischa did, not that he was complaining. He stood back up, brushed himself off, and sat down at the table the demon was at before. he was watching the commotion where it seemed one of the students was hurt or something while he absent-mindedly began eating the rest of the large demon's food, tail swaying happily as he did. | Mischa Ezkalion
Death's grasp could not contain him
yet life's hands could not catch him |
46,720 | 1,264 | 59 | 231 | 133 | Zensei Zaza
Zensei, now face to face with Daichi, became stunned by the nocturne's attractive looks and those, searing, burning eyes. He admired the smoothness of Daichi's face as he felt his own face. His arms slowly extended out to touch the cat's face, but his arms were too short. He didn't care for the hand that held is collar, he only cared to stare at the perfection in front of him. His lower lip then flipped out like he was about to cry and he began to wiggle his tiny fingers. His trance was interrupted by Yayo's voice booming through the cafeteria.
"Breakfast is now over. You have 15 Minutes to prepare for combat training. When you are ready, please warp to the training hall through the portal. Then please walk to your appropriate rank's section where you will meet your classmates. After you've met your classmates, my holograms will begin your session and act as your instructor."
"Wanna go to class together?!" Zensei excitedly asked, stretching his arms and legs out like he was doing a jumping jack. | Name: Zensei Zaza
Class: Gravitin
Race: Pixie
Appearance (Picture or Description or Both): (Ignore the flower xD)
Power Ranking (Look at "School Info" in the Doc): B
Pick 2 Classes of your Choice (Combat Training, Survival, and Spell Casting are required for all students.):
1. Potion Making
2. Art
Character's Characteristics: Very flirtatious, likes to spy on people in the shower, very hyper when eats sugar. Also attempts to be a bad bitch like Nicki Minaj or Azealia Banks
Main Power(s) based on Class: Making things rise then slamming them on the ground, opening locks from the outside.
Backstory (If Any): Zensei had a very creepy childhood. His mom was a black widow and his dad was a magical butterfly. Every day he had to eat bugs his mom caught for him. But one day his mom ate his dad, he cried for days on days. Afraid of what his mom would do next, he fled, almost getting jumped by her. Through all the fog he saw the gates to what looked like a college for magical creatures, and at that moment decided to attend. Also a lot of hot people will probably attend so that's another reason.
Any Other Info, if any: Has green sparkles/green glow. Favorite color is green. Loves to paint with sparkles. |
46,721 | 1,264 | 60 | 1,368 | 222 | Leval Lamrue
Leval avoided shaking Reas's hand, "I'm sorry I have an issue with touching, but it is very nice to meet you." Luckily the Succubus situation distracted both of them to get off the topic. After the Nocturne began to start talking and moving of his own accord, Leval nodded his head in approval at the Druids that had gone to help him. "Thank you for your helpfulness." With that task done, he stepped down from the top of the table and took another bite of his fruit. His oatmeal was no longer steaming He glared at the traitorous bowl willing it to heat itself. Leval glanced upwards at the sound of approaching steps. The human gravitin who had help to support the Nocturne walked closer to him.
"Quite efficient,though are you sure this is wise? We are only students, after all, still learning to master the power we wield. I am Nodah Listig. We haven't met, if I'm not mistaken. I don't believe I would forget crossing such an...impressive figure." Leval was always sensitive to the powers of others around him, Nodah's Weave looked thick and heavy, with a sense of cold calculation to the pattern. Hidden amongst the threads was...something, Leval couldn't quite make it out. As he spoke Leval noted his eyes, blue at the start, slowly shifting their color.
"I'm Leval, and this is Reas." He gestured over to the Nocturne arguing with the green pixie, who seemed to be rather attached to the Nocturne, much to the Nocturne's annoyance. "He seems to be alright for now, but he should be find once the night comes, Nocturne's generally heal much faster then." He turned slightly distracted as Reas began to talk about the designs and pointed out a rather large design flaw in his modification. Leval groaned, "Guess I still have a lot to learn on that front. Still practice makes perfect."
Reas laughed as both of their proposed modifications collapsed, but glance over at the injured man as loudly said, "Maybe they SHOULD go to the health office."
"You're probably right, but think of the impression it would make on the other students. It would make him seem weak on the first day, at least this way he gets to attend his classes and prove to the others that a Succubus is not enough to keep him down. The students here are still determining the pecking order. Better he not be thought of as a target. Besides, nightfall will make him feel right as rain. As Leval spoke to the two other students, he heard rather obnoxiously loud chewing and munching. Turning, he saw the very same Nocturne that had stolen his bed the previous night, eating another student's meal! He remembered the unique rifle he examined this morning and was about to ask about it when he felt a rather dark and sinister aura emanating from just outside the cafeteria. He looked over at it worried, but then Yayo's voice boomed through the room announcing 15 minutes before the start of classes.
He sighed glancing rather forlornly at the oatmeal, the top of which was begin to form a thin dry layer. He took another large bite of his apple and stood up, picking up his plate and depositing it in the trash. "Nodal, Reas, it was nice to meet you both. Hopefully the next time we meet the circumstances won't be so... exciting. With that, Leval exited left the cafeteria searching for the C Rank Combat Class. | Name: Leval Lamrue
Class: Illusionist
Race: Human
Appearance (Picture or Description or Both): In reality, Leval is 5’3” at 132 pounds. He keeps his brown hair cropped short to his head except for a small tuft in the front of his hair, which he takes a lot of pride in. His face is lightly freckled on his tan skin and his eyes are hazel. He has a slight overbite and a rather large nose. However, when Leval has his illusion up he most often appears as a rather idealized, intimidating version of himself.
Power Ranking: C
Electives:
-Magical History
-Potion Making
Character's Characteristics: Leval is a born liar and rather cowardly at times, though he pretends otherwise. However, when the cards are on the table Leval will stand up for those who treat him with respect. He is more curious about the world around him and loves learning about magic and history.
Main Power(s) based on Class: Appearance Illusions. Leval’s illusion magic is based in changing his appearance and the way other people perceive him. This power can change from appearing as someone else to illusory shapeshifting where it appears as though he is giant in form or wielding any type of weapon he can imagine. However, he has not mastered controlling the sense of touch so these illusions are easily seen through if someone tries to physically touch one. Knowing that Leval tries to make himself look as intimidating as possible to scare off his opponents.
Backstory (If Any): Leval was born in a small village where he was frequently targeted for his small size. When his magic manifested, his parents took him to a larger village where he could learn to control his power. They were always supportive and Leval takes care to write them as often as he can. Leval devoured all the books he could about magic and history and went off to Rosewood to satisfy his rampant curiousity
Any Other Info, if any: Leval has a pair of gloves with a small lightning opal attached to the top that produce light in a beam in front of him acting as a powerful flashlight. They were a gift from his parents. |
46,722 | 1,264 | 61 | 1,543 | 198 | Zephyr
Zephyr saw the resentment in Desdemona's eyes as he ranted at her, followed by a quick flash of recognition in her eyes as she realized he was right. The sight filled him with a comfortable smugness, and he held his ground even as she expanded her aura in anger. "My issue right now is you thinking you can just grab me like that," She snapped at him, yellow eyes flashing. Her dark aura visible around her, the intimidating sight almost filled Zephyr with enough respect for her to forget her ridiculous antics in the dining hall. Now, that was how a demon should behave. He stared her down as she made her threat and walked away, Yayo Fiji's voice booming in the background.
Satisfied, he started heading to the portal. He was one of the first ones there, and although the portal trip was still unpleasant, it was measurably less so without a crowd of students in it. The training hall was empty when he arrived, so he walked to a bench at the side and waited for the others. Like everywhere else, the hall screamed luxury, with polished wooden floors and ornate glass windows which were probably magically reinforced. | Name: Lance Delmero
Class: Essentia
Race: Elf
Appearance:
Power Ranking: A
Electives: Art, Potion making
Character's Characteristics: Lance is an adventurous guy. Charismatic, good at making conversation, and easy going. He cracks jokes, likes to laugh, and makes everything seem effortless. He's also wildly competitive, and very possessive. Overall, he's pretty good natured. His anger isn't the furious kind, but the quiet, cold kind and he can hold grudges. Most of the time, though, he's fun to be around.
Main Powers: Particularly good with frost, ice, snow and water in general.
Backstory: Elves are a generally aloof race. Lance, who loves to explore everywhere
and meet everyone in the funniest way possible doesn't really fit into the mould, and was sent to Rosewood by his parents in an attempt to steer him towards something useful after he returned from a particularly disastrous adventure involving two incubi and a lot of snow.
Other: Lance likes animals a lot. Especially cats. |
46,723 | 1,264 | 62 | 1,706 | 30 | Nuna Mori
Returning to the cafeteria, was the uttermost thought Nuna wanted to come to mind. She would be known as a malicious person if the Nocturne was not in appropriate health. The kiss was something she could not resist, it was quintessential to her nature. "In the past, people I've kissed died right in front of me. It's a good thing I don't have that hovering over my head. But I still have no restrictions to its extent. I'm lucky he survived." She strode down the hall to the teleportal to find the medical facility.
Within the transporter, the idea of its cacophonies was mitigated by her desire to find the infirmary. What benefit would she be to him now? She was just as useless, similar to the way he probably felt. His energy was drawn out of him and she could not resist the temptation to meet those lips. She had to let the past go and focus on the present. The least she could do was heal. Her motives ran higher to locate the infirmary. How would she do so without any knowledge of the building? "First official day and I already got myself into deep shit."
Arriving on the first floor, she decided to ask around. She approached a group of students conversing and asked, "Would any of you happen to know the location of the infirmary?" The varying expressions she received confused her; people looked at her in bewilderment, others entranced by her beauty, and those with fear in their eyes. Her thoughts ran wild trying to find the answer to these glares. How could she forget the incident that occurred in the dining hall? She was stupefied by how quickly she obliterated the matter as if born anew. She turned around and walked away from the group. "Tough crowd, eh.." she whispered to herself. "Wait, maybe I could find out from Yayo Fiji? He knows the place inside-- Nevermind, bad idea." She was on her own, searching for the destination.
Wandering around, she encountered Desdemona who seemed to be taking a casual stroll. Mori, from behind shouted, "Desdemona!" "This bitch..." The demon turned around to face the Succubus. "What a turn of events? Would you happen to know where the Nocturne is," inquired Nuna waiting for her response. | Name: Dᴇsᴅᴇᴍᴏɴᴀ Cᴏʀᴄᴇʟʟᴀ
Class: Nᴇᴄʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇʀ
Race: Dᴇᴍᴏɴ
Appearance:
5'4" tall/Curvy Build
Power Ranking: A
Electives:
-Magical History
-Potion Making
Character's Characteristics:
Ruthless and arrogant. She loves a good challenge and is definitely someone you shouldn't get on the bad side of. Has a soft spot for cats.
Main powers: Uses harvested magic of the dead as a way to amplify her own strength. Can resurrect dead creatures for various amounts of time depending on how strong the creature is.
Backstory: Desdemona Corcella has been through rigorous magical training her whole life. She has fought the dangerous creatures in the Barren Lands and Wilds, and has been accustomed to death from a young age. As the sole heir of a world-renowned family of demons, she has to maintain the tradition of dominating any competition with the use of powerful necromancy. Desdemona's family holds her to a very high standard, and doesn't accept any failures. Any level of disappointment will result in extreme punishments and because of this Desdemona has devoted most of her efforts into becoming the best at everything she does. Desdemona is currently at Rosewood and sees it as another test to prove her superiority to her family.
Other info: Dislikes Pixies, she sees them as being annoying bugs and wishes she could squash them all. |
46,724 | 1,264 | 63 | 411 | 87 | Ｋｕｒｏｄａ Ｄａｉｃｈｉ
Daichi's face contorted in annoyance, immediately deploring the choice he made. The pixie whimpered as if he were about to cry, and the Nocturne was in no condition to be comforting him. "The hell's wrong with you?" Kuroda murmured, grimacing at Zensei impatiently. He curled his wrist slightly, preparing to fling the green creature as far from him as possible. With convenient timing, the cat's hand came to a halt when Yayo Fiji made another announcement over the loud speaker.
Daichi titled his head upward a bit, averting his attention from Zensei to watch the movements of his other classmates. Only a few heeded the instructions initially, but his focus was drawn back to the erratic flailing occurring just below his eye level. "Wanna go to class together?!" The pixie chirped avidly before Kuroda, waving his arms around energetically. He paused for a moment and glanced back over at the remainder of the students who hadn't departed from the cafeteria yet. Searching for a way out, he let out a heavy sigh and decided he may as well go along with the pixie, no matter how unpleasant the trip may be. "Fine." The Nocturne stood up, still gripping the pixie's collar in one hand. He eyed the other party curiously while he made his way over to the high archway of the dining hall. "Want me to let go?" He couldn't help but grin at his own statement, suddenly amused by Zensei's sporadic movements.
Before Zensei could divulge a response, Daichi gently placed the sprite on his shoulder. "-don't make me regret this." He teased, showing an apparent (and most likely temporary) change in his attitude towards the other. | Name: Ｋｕｒｏｄａ Ｄａｉｃｈｉ
Class: Ｅｓｓｅｎｔｉａ
Race: Ｎｏｃｔｕｒｎｅ
Appearance:
›Very тαll αɴd ѕleɴder αɴd ѕтαтυre, Dαιcнι мeαѕυreѕ αт αroυɴd 6'3" αɴd υѕυαlly weαrѕ α вlαcĸ вeαɴιe тo cover нιѕ proтrυdιɴɢ ғelιɴe eαrѕ.‹
Power Ranking: Ａ
Electives: Mαgιcαℓ Hιѕтσяу & Ƥσтιση Mαкιηg ✔
Character's Characteristics: Uɴlιĸe нιѕ ιɴтιмιdαтιɴɢ αppeαrαɴce, Dαιcнι ιѕ α very plαyғυl αɴd αpproαcнαвle perѕoɴ wнo loveѕ тo crαcĸ joĸeѕ. Doɴ'т ɢeт oɴ нιѕ вαd ѕιde тнoυɢн; нe вιтeѕ.
Main Powers based on Class: Mαηιƒєѕтαтιση σƒ ǀcє αη∂ Mιѕт- ѕσмєтιмєѕ νєησмσυѕ
Backstory: Born and raised in the well-renowned region of Matara, Daichi was constantly prowling the many heavily crowded swamps in search of something new- something interesting. With that mindset, the adventurous Nocturne decided to embark on a trip away from his large family to The Barren Lands, where he hoped to bring some change to his monotonous life. Of course, such a journey would not be easy; The Barren Lands are not divisions that can be taken lightly. Daichi prefers not to speak much about his experiences in the hazardous areas, but he is certain that this experience helped him to discover the true capacity of his powers, thus leading him to enroll in Rosewood; the school for the gifted.
Other Info: His family consists of 4 sisters and 3 brothers, meaning he comes from a family of 10. He may not look it, but he is also a very family oriented guy who treasures those he cares for and holds dear. The necklace adorned around his neck is always there- it was a gift especially from his deceased grandfather who entrusted it to him as a token of protection. |
46,725 | 1,264 | 64 | 1,576 | 358 | Nodah Listig
Nodah nodded at Leval’s goodbye, and inclined his head to Reas indicating his own will to depart. Taking the portal – still a lurching experience but each turn invited him to dry-heave less – he found himself in the training hall. It was just like the rest of Rosewood: lavish and over-the-top, with a high ceiling that loomed over them and windows lining the walls serving their decorative purpose. He spotted the two demons with their pale hair and he loped towards Zephyr, slipping soundlessly onto the bench next to him.
“The morn began most chaotically,” he began conversationally, turning to the seven-foot demon and staring at his dark eyes. Nodah could feel his own eyes begin to take on the colour he saw before him. Ink swirled in blue, turning hazel before reflecting the tone of a raven’s feather. “May it not be a harbinger of the rest of the day to come.”
Nodah averted his eyes for a few seconds to look up at the ceiling, before they flitted back to Zephyr. “You disappeared as the rest of us broke fast. Where did you go? Along with Desdemona? Were you aggravated? You drew her from the hall in a manner that would suggest.” At that, Nodah shook his head, and smiled at his knees. “Forgive me. A human gets curious. It’s one of the lifelong quirks of our species. We ask too many questions, but do not form enough answers, so we seek too many of those too.” He glanced at Zephyr, offering a smile that was sheepish and wry in equal parts. | Name: Nodah Listig
Class: Gravitin
Race: Human
Appearance: Lanky and tall. Light hazel hair is always tousled and messy. 175 centimeters tall, and 54 kilogrammes heavy. Light on his feet, with dexterous fingers. Looks delicate, but is more than capable of holding his own. Default eye colour is blue. (Any Other Info)
Power Ranking: A
Elective Classes: Magical History; Potion Making
Character's Characteristics: Nodah is a diplomat at heart. His policy is one of caution: never burn bridges before you have walked them. He follows whatever means necessary to attain what he desires. To him, life is to be played as a game. His humour is sly, and his deeds always coldly-calculated. Nodah is wont to keep his distance, while exuding undisputed and amiable confidence. He grins easily. He is skilled and well-versed with his powers, but would rather appear as one of the best rather than the best.
Main Power(s): Manipulating the movement of objects, and summoning them. He enjoys making merchandise fly off shelves in shops, out of mischief, boredom, or a partnership of both.
Backstory: He came from parents who were so enthralled in the throes of their dissolving marriage, that their son ceased to hold significant importance in their eyes. Nodah despised being invisible to them as they erupted and then tiptoed, brawled and then retreated, drunk and strung high on the destructive nature of their clashes. While they were occupied with their perpetual tango, he focused on discovering his powers. For a boy who’d known only camouflage and dismissal, the magic he wielded was his one crutch, and saving grace. He has come to highly-value his powers, for they gave him first belief in his worth.
Any Other Info: Nodah is in reality deeply insecure, and is subject to nightmares and anxiety often. Not that he would let anyone know, however. Also, with his volatile emotions, his eye colour is subject to changes according to his mood. It is a quirk he is unable to properly explain. |
46,726 | 1,264 | 65 | 231 | 133 | Zensei Zaza
"Weeeeee!" The pixie hollered as he rode on Daichi. "I hope the class is fun!" he exclaimed, turning his upper body to hug and rest his cheek the nocturne's head. Zensei felt a lump under his cheek, remembering that Daichi has cat ears. "Oh I have an idea." he said while lifting his head up. "I can be your cat toy!" He shouted while squishing his own cheeks inwards to make fish lips. He was more hyper than usual due to the grape soda pop he drank for breakfast.
Spotting a group of female pixies fluttering to class, Zensei attempted to intimidate the competition. "I bet you're all jealous that I don't have to use my wings!" Following his shout, the pink, blue, and purple pixie turned around with a look of disgust on their faces as Zensei spat his tongue at them. | Name: Zensei Zaza
Class: Gravitin
Race: Pixie
Appearance (Picture or Description or Both): (Ignore the flower xD)
Power Ranking (Look at "School Info" in the Doc): B
Pick 2 Classes of your Choice (Combat Training, Survival, and Spell Casting are required for all students.):
1. Potion Making
2. Art
Character's Characteristics: Very flirtatious, likes to spy on people in the shower, very hyper when eats sugar. Also attempts to be a bad bitch like Nicki Minaj or Azealia Banks
Main Power(s) based on Class: Making things rise then slamming them on the ground, opening locks from the outside.
Backstory (If Any): Zensei had a very creepy childhood. His mom was a black widow and his dad was a magical butterfly. Every day he had to eat bugs his mom caught for him. But one day his mom ate his dad, he cried for days on days. Afraid of what his mom would do next, he fled, almost getting jumped by her. Through all the fog he saw the gates to what looked like a college for magical creatures, and at that moment decided to attend. Also a lot of hot people will probably attend so that's another reason.
Any Other Info, if any: Has green sparkles/green glow. Favorite color is green. Loves to paint with sparkles. |
46,727 | 1,264 | 66 | 411 | 87 | Nuna Mori
The demon was useless. “Nuna, Nuna, Nuna. Isn’t obvious I’m the worst person to ask? I definitely won’t give you an answer. You should’ve known that, you can’t be that dumb.” Nuna continued looking at her viciously waiting for her chance to ravage this woman. Smirking she continued with, “No I take that back, draining a student’s energy in front of everyone in the dining hall is pretty dumb.” "Aren't you funny. Listen, you should watch who the hell you are talking to before I shove your foot up your ass." She began walking away as if she had not heard Nuna. She seemed to be caught up in Yayo's message about classes. Not to worry, we live in the same dorm, don't we? She will get her portion of my wrath. People say everything happens for a reason. So when I punch you in the face, remember I have a reason.
15 minutes was more than enough time to get ready. She could no longer search for the infirmary. Her new task was to prepare for class. Though, she had no personal means of defense, she was prepared to utilize her succubus abilities as a last resort. Walking to the front desk, she encountered the same ecstatic elf on the first day of arrival. "Good morning, Mr. Fiji- water." "Morning to you, Nuna. Classes will commence soon, how may I be of help today?" Oh, you don't say "Well I need items for battle, so would be alright if I stepped outside momentarily to acquire those things." The elf, with his technology, and adroit fingers allowed the gates to be opened. "Okay. Make sure to be back before 10 minutes are up, or else you'll be stuck outside." "Okay." Stuck outside my ass, I will definitely be back.
She journeyed outside to where she first entered from. The vegetation was beautiful and tended to with care. The flowers in the garden grasped her attention; she needed an accessory that was greenery and easy to manipulate. She sought a flower that had the resemblance of a cone. She picked this flower and inhaled its aroma deeply, before fixating it into her hair. Walking further out into the forest, staring deep into the vegetation, her face brushed upon a vine. She decided that she could also wrap the vine into her ponytail for use. "That's everything," she expressed with a sigh. Stepping forward in an attempt to return, a small rounded figure jumped out at her. Startled and ready to attack, she began to realize it was not an assailant, but an animal she had saved and named; Izukei. "Izukei!" The rodent-like creature was healed, saved, and nurtured by Mori in her hometown. She had fought many victorious battles with her partner in crime. Departing she had set it free, but it seems that it followed her all the way here. "Well, I guess you can't go back now. Come on." Izukei crawled up her body rapidly and hid in her clothing. The unrealistic part was that he hid undetectably.
Briskly walking back to the school, she passed Yayo's desk saying, "See, back in one piece." She entered the teleportal, towards the training hall. Now at the ease of mind, she knew she stood a chance against the challenges. She wondered what precautions the other Druids may have taken. She made sure she took her time arriving into the training hall, to avoid the multiple glares she would indubitably receive. | Name: Ｋｕｒｏｄａ Ｄａｉｃｈｉ
Class: Ｅｓｓｅｎｔｉａ
Race: Ｎｏｃｔｕｒｎｅ
Appearance:
›Very тαll αɴd ѕleɴder αɴd ѕтαтυre, Dαιcнι мeαѕυreѕ αт αroυɴd 6'3" αɴd υѕυαlly weαrѕ α вlαcĸ вeαɴιe тo cover нιѕ proтrυdιɴɢ ғelιɴe eαrѕ.‹
Power Ranking: Ａ
Electives: Mαgιcαℓ Hιѕтσяу & Ƥσтιση Mαкιηg ✔
Character's Characteristics: Uɴlιĸe нιѕ ιɴтιмιdαтιɴɢ αppeαrαɴce, Dαιcнι ιѕ α very plαyғυl αɴd αpproαcнαвle perѕoɴ wнo loveѕ тo crαcĸ joĸeѕ. Doɴ'т ɢeт oɴ нιѕ вαd ѕιde тнoυɢн; нe вιтeѕ.
Main Powers based on Class: Mαηιƒєѕтαтιση σƒ ǀcє αη∂ Mιѕт- ѕσмєтιмєѕ νєησмσυѕ
Backstory: Born and raised in the well-renowned region of Matara, Daichi was constantly prowling the many heavily crowded swamps in search of something new- something interesting. With that mindset, the adventurous Nocturne decided to embark on a trip away from his large family to The Barren Lands, where he hoped to bring some change to his monotonous life. Of course, such a journey would not be easy; The Barren Lands are not divisions that can be taken lightly. Daichi prefers not to speak much about his experiences in the hazardous areas, but he is certain that this experience helped him to discover the true capacity of his powers, thus leading him to enroll in Rosewood; the school for the gifted.
Other Info: His family consists of 4 sisters and 3 brothers, meaning he comes from a family of 10. He may not look it, but he is also a very family oriented guy who treasures those he cares for and holds dear. The necklace adorned around his neck is always there- it was a gift especially from his deceased grandfather who entrusted it to him as a token of protection. |
46,728 | 1,264 | 67 | 1,706 | 30 | Dᴇsᴅᴇᴍᴏɴᴀ Cᴏʀᴄᴇʟʟᴀ
Interrupting her exercise routine, something brushed against Desdemona's shoulder. It was the nocturne from the dining hall reaching for a medicine ball, “Wanna play catch?” he asks. Still fascinated by his appearance, Desdemona had to remember to focus, “Sure-” she replies clearing her throat. “Your name’s Daichi, right? I’m Desdemona.” she introduces herself recalling what Zensei had said earlier, hoping she got the nocturne’s name right. | Name: Dᴇsᴅᴇᴍᴏɴᴀ Cᴏʀᴄᴇʟʟᴀ
Class: Nᴇᴄʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇʀ
Race: Dᴇᴍᴏɴ
Appearance:
5'4" tall/Curvy Build
Power Ranking: A
Electives:
-Magical History
-Potion Making
Character's Characteristics:
Ruthless and arrogant. She loves a good challenge and is definitely someone you shouldn't get on the bad side of. Has a soft spot for cats.
Main powers: Uses harvested magic of the dead as a way to amplify her own strength. Can resurrect dead creatures for various amounts of time depending on how strong the creature is.
Backstory: Desdemona Corcella has been through rigorous magical training her whole life. She has fought the dangerous creatures in the Barren Lands and Wilds, and has been accustomed to death from a young age. As the sole heir of a world-renowned family of demons, she has to maintain the tradition of dominating any competition with the use of powerful necromancy. Desdemona's family holds her to a very high standard, and doesn't accept any failures. Any level of disappointment will result in extreme punishments and because of this Desdemona has devoted most of her efforts into becoming the best at everything she does. Desdemona is currently at Rosewood and sees it as another test to prove her superiority to her family.
Other info: Dislikes Pixies, she sees them as being annoying bugs and wishes she could squash them all. |
46,729 | 1,264 | 68 | 411 | 87 | Ｋｕｒｏｄａ Ｄａｉｃｈｉ
“Your name’s Daichi, right? I’m Desdemona.”
The Nocturne cocked an eyebrow at the demon. "Yeah- how'd you know? Psychic?" He chuckled teasingly, taking a few steps behind him. When a decent space was left between them, Daichi did a few practice swings with the ball in his hand to gauge how much force he needed to use. "Desdemona, huh... how's Desde sound?" He looked down at the sphere then back up at Desdemona before finally releasing his grip, allowing to ball to travel in the direction of the other. | Name: Ｋｕｒｏｄａ Ｄａｉｃｈｉ
Class: Ｅｓｓｅｎｔｉａ
Race: Ｎｏｃｔｕｒｎｅ
Appearance:
›Very тαll αɴd ѕleɴder αɴd ѕтαтυre, Dαιcнι мeαѕυreѕ αт αroυɴd 6'3" αɴd υѕυαlly weαrѕ α вlαcĸ вeαɴιe тo cover нιѕ proтrυdιɴɢ ғelιɴe eαrѕ.‹
Power Ranking: Ａ
Electives: Mαgιcαℓ Hιѕтσяу & Ƥσтιση Mαкιηg ✔
Character's Characteristics: Uɴlιĸe нιѕ ιɴтιмιdαтιɴɢ αppeαrαɴce, Dαιcнι ιѕ α very plαyғυl αɴd αpproαcнαвle perѕoɴ wнo loveѕ тo crαcĸ joĸeѕ. Doɴ'т ɢeт oɴ нιѕ вαd ѕιde тнoυɢн; нe вιтeѕ.
Main Powers based on Class: Mαηιƒєѕтαтιση σƒ ǀcє αη∂ Mιѕт- ѕσмєтιмєѕ νєησмσυѕ
Backstory: Born and raised in the well-renowned region of Matara, Daichi was constantly prowling the many heavily crowded swamps in search of something new- something interesting. With that mindset, the adventurous Nocturne decided to embark on a trip away from his large family to The Barren Lands, where he hoped to bring some change to his monotonous life. Of course, such a journey would not be easy; The Barren Lands are not divisions that can be taken lightly. Daichi prefers not to speak much about his experiences in the hazardous areas, but he is certain that this experience helped him to discover the true capacity of his powers, thus leading him to enroll in Rosewood; the school for the gifted.
Other Info: His family consists of 4 sisters and 3 brothers, meaning he comes from a family of 10. He may not look it, but he is also a very family oriented guy who treasures those he cares for and holds dear. The necklace adorned around his neck is always there- it was a gift especially from his deceased grandfather who entrusted it to him as a token of protection. |
46,730 | 1,264 | 69 | 1,706 | 30 | Dᴇsᴅᴇᴍᴏɴᴀ Cᴏʀᴄᴇʟʟᴀ
Desdemona caught the ball almost dropping it, distracted by Daichi's request. “Desde? No one’s ever called me that before.” not even her family had given her nicknames. A weird feeling went through her body, a smile very briefly appeared on her face before she reverted back to her normal expression, “I shouldn’t be giddy over a damn nickname!”. “Call me what you want.” she responds trying to hide her emotions, throwing the ball back with more force than anticipated. | Name: Dᴇsᴅᴇᴍᴏɴᴀ Cᴏʀᴄᴇʟʟᴀ
Class: Nᴇᴄʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇʀ
Race: Dᴇᴍᴏɴ
Appearance:
5'4" tall/Curvy Build
Power Ranking: A
Electives:
-Magical History
-Potion Making
Character's Characteristics:
Ruthless and arrogant. She loves a good challenge and is definitely someone you shouldn't get on the bad side of. Has a soft spot for cats.
Main powers: Uses harvested magic of the dead as a way to amplify her own strength. Can resurrect dead creatures for various amounts of time depending on how strong the creature is.
Backstory: Desdemona Corcella has been through rigorous magical training her whole life. She has fought the dangerous creatures in the Barren Lands and Wilds, and has been accustomed to death from a young age. As the sole heir of a world-renowned family of demons, she has to maintain the tradition of dominating any competition with the use of powerful necromancy. Desdemona's family holds her to a very high standard, and doesn't accept any failures. Any level of disappointment will result in extreme punishments and because of this Desdemona has devoted most of her efforts into becoming the best at everything she does. Desdemona is currently at Rosewood and sees it as another test to prove her superiority to her family.
Other info: Dislikes Pixies, she sees them as being annoying bugs and wishes she could squash them all. |
46,731 | 1,264 | 70 | 1,543 | 198 | Zephyr
Zephyr grinned at Nodah as he apologized. Already, he was used to the human's archaic means of expression, and it didn't occur to him to comment again. "No worries, I know all about your kind," He chuckled. "I spent the latter part of my life among you guys. It was a small town, but I met enough of you to figure you out." Seeing the hall fill up, he stood up and cracked his knuckles. Stretching, he turned to Nodah. "I suppose we'd better start warming up. What's your rank?"
He spotted a set of weights in the corner, exactly his type of work out, and started heading towards it. He assumed Nodah was of rank A, so guess he probably wouldn't follow. On the way to the weights, he caught sight of Desdemona playing catch with Daichi and rolled his eyes, but kept walking. | Name: Lance Delmero
Class: Essentia
Race: Elf
Appearance:
Power Ranking: A
Electives: Art, Potion making
Character's Characteristics: Lance is an adventurous guy. Charismatic, good at making conversation, and easy going. He cracks jokes, likes to laugh, and makes everything seem effortless. He's also wildly competitive, and very possessive. Overall, he's pretty good natured. His anger isn't the furious kind, but the quiet, cold kind and he can hold grudges. Most of the time, though, he's fun to be around.
Main Powers: Particularly good with frost, ice, snow and water in general.
Backstory: Elves are a generally aloof race. Lance, who loves to explore everywhere
and meet everyone in the funniest way possible doesn't really fit into the mould, and was sent to Rosewood by his parents in an attempt to steer him towards something useful after he returned from a particularly disastrous adventure involving two incubi and a lot of snow.
Other: Lance likes animals a lot. Especially cats. |
46,732 | 1,264 | 71 | 2,788 | 1,595 | Mischa rose from his seat in the cafeteria shortly after Yayo's announcement and started for the combat class, purring lightly as he walked, he arrived after some of the other students who seemed to be grouped together doing something or other. Mischa glanced around the room and spotted an overlooking balcony area, which he strode over to and looked up at it. he crouched lightly and lept up to the balcony and perched himself on the railing with his feet hanging over the edge, overlooking the whole training hall. | Mischa Ezkalion
Death's grasp could not contain him
yet life's hands could not catch him |
46,733 | 1,264 | 72 | 411 | 87 | Ｋｕｒｏｄａ Ｄａｉｃｈｉ
Upon catching the ball, he was taken aback by the amount of force put into the throw. He had almost missed that flicker of a smile that appeared for a mere second. "So you can show emotion!" Daichi snickered, squinting his eyes while grinning widely at Desdemona. Standing idly with the weight, his fingers prodded at the crevices of the sphere before he opened his mouth to speak again. "Hey, what class are you?"
The Nocturne started tossing the ball back and forth between his gloved hands, occasionally spinning the weight on the tip of his index finger. When he assumed the demon was distracted enough, he tossed the ball up, turned swiftly on the balls of his feet, and connected the sole of his foot with the sphere in the form of a low hook kick. With that, the ball was projected toward the other party with great speed, making a soft whistling sound as it flew threw the air. | Name: Ｋｕｒｏｄａ Ｄａｉｃｈｉ
Class: Ｅｓｓｅｎｔｉａ
Race: Ｎｏｃｔｕｒｎｅ
Appearance:
›Very тαll αɴd ѕleɴder αɴd ѕтαтυre, Dαιcнι мeαѕυreѕ αт αroυɴd 6'3" αɴd υѕυαlly weαrѕ α вlαcĸ вeαɴιe тo cover нιѕ proтrυdιɴɢ ғelιɴe eαrѕ.‹
Power Ranking: Ａ
Electives: Mαgιcαℓ Hιѕтσяу & Ƥσтιση Mαкιηg ✔
Character's Characteristics: Uɴlιĸe нιѕ ιɴтιмιdαтιɴɢ αppeαrαɴce, Dαιcнι ιѕ α very plαyғυl αɴd αpproαcнαвle perѕoɴ wнo loveѕ тo crαcĸ joĸeѕ. Doɴ'т ɢeт oɴ нιѕ вαd ѕιde тнoυɢн; нe вιтeѕ.
Main Powers based on Class: Mαηιƒєѕтαтιση σƒ ǀcє αη∂ Mιѕт- ѕσмєтιмєѕ νєησмσυѕ
Backstory: Born and raised in the well-renowned region of Matara, Daichi was constantly prowling the many heavily crowded swamps in search of something new- something interesting. With that mindset, the adventurous Nocturne decided to embark on a trip away from his large family to The Barren Lands, where he hoped to bring some change to his monotonous life. Of course, such a journey would not be easy; The Barren Lands are not divisions that can be taken lightly. Daichi prefers not to speak much about his experiences in the hazardous areas, but he is certain that this experience helped him to discover the true capacity of his powers, thus leading him to enroll in Rosewood; the school for the gifted.
Other Info: His family consists of 4 sisters and 3 brothers, meaning he comes from a family of 10. He may not look it, but he is also a very family oriented guy who treasures those he cares for and holds dear. The necklace adorned around his neck is always there- it was a gift especially from his deceased grandfather who entrusted it to him as a token of protection. |
46,734 | 1,264 | 73 | 1,742 | 33 | Rowan Delacroix
The hooded figure made its way through the thick forest. "Am I going the right way?" The vampire pondered to herself. The scenery appeared to be the same as when she first entered, never showing any change in her surroundings. Beams of light streamed through the trees and Rowan hunched forward, tugging the black fabric further down over her head. Rowan decided to make haste before the sunlight became too unbearable for a creature as sensitive as herself. She brushed her cloak out behind her and proceeded to venture towards to building. She took no time to stop and admire the beautiful nature- the exposure in broad daylight made the long journey far too tiring to slow down.
Rowan approached a clearing and the tall school building came into view. Relief filled her to the brim. "Finally." When she stepped into the opening, she placed a hand above her face to look up at the clear blue sky. She squinted at the roaring sun and quickly looked away.
When the school entrance came into view, she caught a glimpse of what appeared to be another female student slipping into the open gates. Rowan prepared to call out to her, but her voice was cut off by a violent crash followed by strong gusts of wind that whipped all around her, blowing her clothing and hair in a frenzy. Her hood was pushed down, and her face was now fully exposed. She reached to tuck her hair behind her ear and held her dress firmly until the current of wind died down. Rowan opened her eye to see what caused the sudden commotion and she was taken aback by the appearance of a wraith.
Her grey eyes widened at the sight. "What in Maker's name..." Before she could collect her thoughts, a web of dark energy burst from the still shade and a low hum flowed from its direction. The aura spread, and Rowan was left in shock- she wasn't prepared to fight. She picked up on what was expected of her and she turned on her heels and started running in the opposite direction of the enemy. A crack was heard and Rowan found herself suspended in the air by a dark limb. She hung upside-down as it gripped her leg painfully. Flustered, she racked her brain for any form of escape: she was too weak from the excess exposure of light to summon anything without a drawn diagram. The appendage hoisting her up pulsed and rammed the vampire into the ground with enough force to leave a crater in the dirt.
She remained motionless and seemingly lifeless. Convinced the job was done right, the shade released its grip and approached to girl for the finishing blow. One of its limbs formed a pointed tip and wisps of dark energy flowed around it. It coiled the lethal weapon back and prepared to thrust it straight through her chest when an invisible force deflected the attack. The enemy staggered backwards. Rowan's eyes snapped open and she rose to the heels of her feet without moving a muscle. Her hair rose behind her and a thin streak of white appeared across the thin black strands. Her lips moved quickly but no sound came out as she chanted an incantation.
As simple as it was, transparent hands sprouted from the ground and latched around the ankles of the shadow. It was frozen with fear and the vampire approached the specimen with slow strides. Once face to face with the enemy, her hand mercilessly tore through its center. "You're lucky you have no heart." It dissolved into ash before her.
Rowan swayed for a moment. She clutched her head to steady herself. "Congratulations Rowan Delacroix. You have successfully completed the final step for your acceptance into Rosewood. Performance Rank: C." The vampire pulled her hood back over her head and silently made her way into the building.
The interior was astonishing. Her focus was immediately shifted to the elf perched at the front desk, waiting for her arrival. "Hello, Rowan! Welcome to Rosewood- my name is Yayo Fiji and I will be your adviser during your stay here. May I have your rank, class, and electives chosen?" He spoke cheerfully. Rowan hesitated for a moment. Was it proper etiquette to remove your hood when you enter a building? She blushed at the thought and shook her head and clutched the sides of her hood tightly. "What's the matter?" Yayo looked at her with concern.
Rowan nodded and reached into her cloak. She pulled out a slip of paper and quietly slid it across the glass desk to the elf. "Ah, you wrote it out beforehand! Alright, I'll enter this information and give you your identification necklace." Yayo did just that and soon enough a rose gold necklace materialized and floated slowly into her hands. The pendant contained a thick golden cross with a ruby center that refracted the light in the room. Rowan stared in awe at its beauty and pulled down her hood to put it over her head. She brushed her hair out of the way and placed her fingers on the gleaming red center. "You will find your room info on the back. Be sure to keep that with you at all times- now you should get to class, you made it just in time!" He pointed over at the portal and saw her off with a smile. Rowan nodded and nervously stepped into the portal headed towards the Combat Training hall. | Name: Rowan Delacroix
Class: Necromancer
Race: Vampire
Appearance:
Rather small frame, measures around 5'2" with flowing black hair that compliments her gray irises
Power Ranking: C
Electives:
-Potion Making
-Art
Character's Characteristics: Extremely shy and reserved. Keeps to herself, rarely expresses emotions- stoic.
Main Power based on Class: Summons spirits to communicate/gain insight of the very near future
Backstory: Born into a rich bloodline of royalty, Rowan has a pure heritage spanning out before her. She is heir to the Delacroix family as a result of a tragic incident regarding her eldest brother, Lucius. Her repressed methods of dealing with strangers may be a direct result of the traumatizing experience that many still do not know the full details of to this day.
Any Other Info: Her hair gains a streak of white when under pressure/during use of magic, and can transform into a bat if the situation calls for it. |
46,735 | 1,264 | 74 | 1,368 | 222 | Leval Lamrue
Leval followed the warm up exercises for the C class students over in the front row. The misty shower from this morning seemed to have helped heal his injured shoulder from yesterday's excitement. He was nervous to see hear he woould be fighting real students to start with. It was going to be extremely difficult to practice combative techniques and keep up his illusion at the same time. He glanced around the room, many of the students that he had seen during breakfast were in the room already, mostly socializing but he saw the Nocturne that had been drained earlier playing catch with Desdemona showing a great amount of agility by kicking the ball in mid air. His jaw dropped somewhat. Leval wasn't totally without athletic skill, he was actual one of the fastest runners back home, but he was nowhere near as flexible or as strong as the majority of the people here. In addition, he had never been trained in any fighting technique or style. Simply put, in Combat training he was at a disadvantage when it came to straight combat. Leval smiled, 'Luckily, I don't ever intend to have a straight fight and I run fast.' Leval reviewed in his head the number of deceptions he had prepared for actual combat, many of them involved being support behind actual fighters... away from actual combat of course.
Leval's smile faded as he continued with the pre-combat exercises. The continued repetition of the exercises were beginning to take their toll, he could feel the burn of the lactic acid working their way through all of his muscles. Straining, he continued with two more sets and then took to stretching in order to make sure he had enough energy for what was to come next. As his muscles began to relax again, he noted a girl wearing a hooded cloak, currently down, enter the C class section of the room. Leval couldn't recall seeing her at breakfast and she looked like she was already quite tired. He approached her, his illusory form letting him walk easily through the students who readily moved out of his way. "Are you alright there?" He noted an ID necklace of a golden cross with a ruby inset in its center. | Name: Leval Lamrue
Class: Illusionist
Race: Human
Appearance (Picture or Description or Both): In reality, Leval is 5’3” at 132 pounds. He keeps his brown hair cropped short to his head except for a small tuft in the front of his hair, which he takes a lot of pride in. His face is lightly freckled on his tan skin and his eyes are hazel. He has a slight overbite and a rather large nose. However, when Leval has his illusion up he most often appears as a rather idealized, intimidating version of himself.
Power Ranking: C
Electives:
-Magical History
-Potion Making
Character's Characteristics: Leval is a born liar and rather cowardly at times, though he pretends otherwise. However, when the cards are on the table Leval will stand up for those who treat him with respect. He is more curious about the world around him and loves learning about magic and history.
Main Power(s) based on Class: Appearance Illusions. Leval’s illusion magic is based in changing his appearance and the way other people perceive him. This power can change from appearing as someone else to illusory shapeshifting where it appears as though he is giant in form or wielding any type of weapon he can imagine. However, he has not mastered controlling the sense of touch so these illusions are easily seen through if someone tries to physically touch one. Knowing that Leval tries to make himself look as intimidating as possible to scare off his opponents.
Backstory (If Any): Leval was born in a small village where he was frequently targeted for his small size. When his magic manifested, his parents took him to a larger village where he could learn to control his power. They were always supportive and Leval takes care to write them as often as he can. Leval devoured all the books he could about magic and history and went off to Rosewood to satisfy his rampant curiousity
Any Other Info, if any: Leval has a pair of gloves with a small lightning opal attached to the top that produce light in a beam in front of him acting as a powerful flashlight. They were a gift from his parents. |
46,736 | 1,264 | 75 | 1,706 | 30 | Dᴇsᴅᴇᴍᴏɴᴀ Cᴏʀᴄᴇʟʟᴀ
“So you can show emotion!” Daichi Jokes, “Haha.” Desdemona rolls her eyes. Maneuvering the weight between his hands, “Hey, what class are you?” the nocturne asks. “I’m a necromancer-” interrupted by the swiftly approaching ball that Daichi kicked. There was a loud sound made upon impact with Desdemona’s hands, “Not bad. Not bad.” she judges Daichi’s strength. Increasing her magical power, Desdemona’s right hand begins to glow dark colors. Throwing the ball slightly up, she strikes using the palm of her hand. A shockwave appeared on the area where the ball was hit.
The sphere travels rapidly at her target, "What’s yours?” Desdemona asks in return. | Name: Dᴇsᴅᴇᴍᴏɴᴀ Cᴏʀᴄᴇʟʟᴀ
Class: Nᴇᴄʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇʀ
Race: Dᴇᴍᴏɴ
Appearance:
5'4" tall/Curvy Build
Power Ranking: A
Electives:
-Magical History
-Potion Making
Character's Characteristics:
Ruthless and arrogant. She loves a good challenge and is definitely someone you shouldn't get on the bad side of. Has a soft spot for cats.
Main powers: Uses harvested magic of the dead as a way to amplify her own strength. Can resurrect dead creatures for various amounts of time depending on how strong the creature is.
Backstory: Desdemona Corcella has been through rigorous magical training her whole life. She has fought the dangerous creatures in the Barren Lands and Wilds, and has been accustomed to death from a young age. As the sole heir of a world-renowned family of demons, she has to maintain the tradition of dominating any competition with the use of powerful necromancy. Desdemona's family holds her to a very high standard, and doesn't accept any failures. Any level of disappointment will result in extreme punishments and because of this Desdemona has devoted most of her efforts into becoming the best at everything she does. Desdemona is currently at Rosewood and sees it as another test to prove her superiority to her family.
Other info: Dislikes Pixies, she sees them as being annoying bugs and wishes she could squash them all. |
46,737 | 1,264 | 76 | 411 | 87 | Ｋｕｒｏｄａ Ｄａｉｃｈｉ
The Nocturne's ears perked up beneath his hat when he noticed to ominous glow forming around the demon's hand. His lips formed a smirk, exposing a fang in doing so. He shook out his wrists and rolled up the sleeves of his jacket once again. "Necromancer- nice." Kuroda hopped on his toes as if to warm up his body, ridiculing Desdemona in the process. The weight showed some changes in color as small threads of the dark energy waved along the surface of the ball, covering it in a thin layer of her power. Daichi kept his eyes trained closely on the sphere, determined to catch whatever was being thrown at him.
The ball was thrown up, and immediately was struck downwards at an angle with admirable force. Desdemona's palm collided with the energy-encased orb, bending the atmosphere around the source of impact for a split second before a ripple effect was left in its path. "What’s yours?” With that, the medicine ball made a beeline straight for Daichi's face. His mind was set on one-upping his new partner; the cat brought both of hands up in front of him and narrowed his angular eyes, their amber hue flashing with a bright cyan. A film of mist appeared between his palms as he turned them to face each other, reacting quickly enough to slow down the projectile. Daichi then pounced back from the patch of vapor he manifested, allowing the sphere to pass through and come to a screeching halt; he had snapped his fingers just in time to transform the screen of fog into a levitating sheet of ice.
Kuroda brushed off his coat and took his time walking back over to the floating ball. "Essentia." He exhaled hot breath onto his chilled gloves before brushing his fingers along the patch of ice to shatter it. The ball was frosted over, but his was just to his liking. He blinked and his eyes had reverted back to normal. "-But I'm sure you were able to figure that out by now." The cat purred under his breath, tossing the ball high up into the air. By doing so, he gave himself enough time to somersault into the air, rebound off the ground with his hands, and swing one of his legs to swat the ball with more velocity. | Name: Ｋｕｒｏｄａ Ｄａｉｃｈｉ
Class: Ｅｓｓｅｎｔｉａ
Race: Ｎｏｃｔｕｒｎｅ
Appearance:
›Very тαll αɴd ѕleɴder αɴd ѕтαтυre, Dαιcнι мeαѕυreѕ αт αroυɴd 6'3" αɴd υѕυαlly weαrѕ α вlαcĸ вeαɴιe тo cover нιѕ proтrυdιɴɢ ғelιɴe eαrѕ.‹
Power Ranking: Ａ
Electives: Mαgιcαℓ Hιѕтσяу & Ƥσтιση Mαкιηg ✔
Character's Characteristics: Uɴlιĸe нιѕ ιɴтιмιdαтιɴɢ αppeαrαɴce, Dαιcнι ιѕ α very plαyғυl αɴd αpproαcнαвle perѕoɴ wнo loveѕ тo crαcĸ joĸeѕ. Doɴ'т ɢeт oɴ нιѕ вαd ѕιde тнoυɢн; нe вιтeѕ.
Main Powers based on Class: Mαηιƒєѕтαтιση σƒ ǀcє αη∂ Mιѕт- ѕσмєтιмєѕ νєησмσυѕ
Backstory: Born and raised in the well-renowned region of Matara, Daichi was constantly prowling the many heavily crowded swamps in search of something new- something interesting. With that mindset, the adventurous Nocturne decided to embark on a trip away from his large family to The Barren Lands, where he hoped to bring some change to his monotonous life. Of course, such a journey would not be easy; The Barren Lands are not divisions that can be taken lightly. Daichi prefers not to speak much about his experiences in the hazardous areas, but he is certain that this experience helped him to discover the true capacity of his powers, thus leading him to enroll in Rosewood; the school for the gifted.
Other Info: His family consists of 4 sisters and 3 brothers, meaning he comes from a family of 10. He may not look it, but he is also a very family oriented guy who treasures those he cares for and holds dear. The necklace adorned around his neck is always there- it was a gift especially from his deceased grandfather who entrusted it to him as a token of protection. |
46,738 | 1,264 | 77 | 1,742 | 33 | Nuna Mori
Arriving in the spacious room of the training hall, she saw the familiar faces of the people she greeted in the cafeteria. Everyone was in their appropriate sections preparing for class. She scanned the room, noticing the abundance of people who were ranked A. She leered at those people as if they were acting elitist. I would have been ranked A myself if I hadn't been caught off guard by that enemy. As the heel of her ankle boot hit the ground, her eyes had met the scene of the Nocturne and Demon playing with a ball. She was disappointed to see Desdemona, but the long search for the boy could be terminated. When did he depart from the infirmary, wondering as her hand covered her chin in a ponderous thought? She hollered, "Hey, Cat-Man." At the same time, he began to kick the ball back to Desdemona but turned to face the beckoning. It seemed he had more exerted force into the ball than expected, sending it zooming in her direction. Enticed by the situation, she hoped the ball hit the demon square in the face, as she had redirected the attention of the Nocturne back to herself.
Starting into a slight jog, she stopped before the Nocturne at a respectable distance. "Hi... Nuna. The chick that knocked you out... Forgive me for what happened earlier, I'm still having trouble controlling these powers. I couldn't resist the urge to drain your energy. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me, so we don't start a friendship off sketchy. But before you accept anything I would like to offer you back your energy. Please." | Name: Rowan Delacroix
Class: Necromancer
Race: Vampire
Appearance:
Rather small frame, measures around 5'2" with flowing black hair that compliments her gray irises
Power Ranking: C
Electives:
-Potion Making
-Art
Character's Characteristics: Extremely shy and reserved. Keeps to herself, rarely expresses emotions- stoic.
Main Power based on Class: Summons spirits to communicate/gain insight of the very near future
Backstory: Born into a rich bloodline of royalty, Rowan has a pure heritage spanning out before her. She is heir to the Delacroix family as a result of a tragic incident regarding her eldest brother, Lucius. Her repressed methods of dealing with strangers may be a direct result of the traumatizing experience that many still do not know the full details of to this day.
Any Other Info: Her hair gains a streak of white when under pressure/during use of magic, and can transform into a bat if the situation calls for it. |
46,739 | 1,264 | 78 | 1,368 | 222 | Leval Lamrue
The girl he had approached looked up, and even further up at his illusion. Though she was actually near eye level to himself, she had little way of telling that. As she looked at him, her brow wrinkled and she took a step back, obviously frightened. "Me?" She whispered so softly that Leval couldn't hear any sounds and had to depend on her lips to understand what she had said.
"Yes, you seem exhausted." Leval touched the tuft of hair at his forehead worriedly. She gave a brief nod, pulled her hood up and moved away, not exactly running, but not exactly walking either. Leval raised his hand as if to say something, but lowered his arm instead and let her go without further comment. Guiltily, he thought 'Maybe I am too intimidating for being out of combat.' His roommates and event this morning had put him on edge, but several of the students seemed nice enough. Leval resumed stretching, considering the girl's reaction. | Name: Leval Lamrue
Class: Illusionist
Race: Human
Appearance (Picture or Description or Both): In reality, Leval is 5’3” at 132 pounds. He keeps his brown hair cropped short to his head except for a small tuft in the front of his hair, which he takes a lot of pride in. His face is lightly freckled on his tan skin and his eyes are hazel. He has a slight overbite and a rather large nose. However, when Leval has his illusion up he most often appears as a rather idealized, intimidating version of himself.
Power Ranking: C
Electives:
-Magical History
-Potion Making
Character's Characteristics: Leval is a born liar and rather cowardly at times, though he pretends otherwise. However, when the cards are on the table Leval will stand up for those who treat him with respect. He is more curious about the world around him and loves learning about magic and history.
Main Power(s) based on Class: Appearance Illusions. Leval’s illusion magic is based in changing his appearance and the way other people perceive him. This power can change from appearing as someone else to illusory shapeshifting where it appears as though he is giant in form or wielding any type of weapon he can imagine. However, he has not mastered controlling the sense of touch so these illusions are easily seen through if someone tries to physically touch one. Knowing that Leval tries to make himself look as intimidating as possible to scare off his opponents.
Backstory (If Any): Leval was born in a small village where he was frequently targeted for his small size. When his magic manifested, his parents took him to a larger village where he could learn to control his power. They were always supportive and Leval takes care to write them as often as he can. Leval devoured all the books he could about magic and history and went off to Rosewood to satisfy his rampant curiousity
Any Other Info, if any: Leval has a pair of gloves with a small lightning opal attached to the top that produce light in a beam in front of him acting as a powerful flashlight. They were a gift from his parents. |
46,740 | 1,264 | 79 | 1,742 | 33 | Rowan Delacroix
Rowan's pace slowed down from a speed walk to a light stop. She stood by one of the windows and stared down at the ground. "Should I have said something?" The vampire clenched her teeth and bunched the sides of her dress tightly in her fists. Her shoulders started shaking as she beat herself up over her anti-social behavior. "What have I done? What should I have done?" She over-analyzed the circumstances. Rowan eventually took a deep breath to calm herself down. Having been born into a family of royalty, it was deemed necessary that she treat every single creature she came across with much respect. No matter how brief her greetings may be, anything is better than the way she dismissed the tall being. She inhaled through her nose and held it there for a few seconds. "I must mend the situation. I shall go apologize..." Once the one-sided conversation came to an end she let the breath go. Confidence quite apparent, Rowan kept her head low and made her way back over to the daunting creature.
She hovered a small distance from the other. She watched him perform the stretches for a short while but unsure of how to initiate any form of communication. Finally she took action and cleared her throat almost inaudibly. Whether or not it actually worked, the vampire continued on with a faint, shaky voice. "...pardon my behavior. I am grateful for your concern, mister." When she was sure she had grabbed his attention, Rowan lowered herself into a curtsy. "I am Rowan Delacroix." The girl could already feel her shyness catching up to her, as this is the most she has spoken to another in ages. She kept her head bowed and was braced for the worst, ready to run away if need be. | Name: Rowan Delacroix
Class: Necromancer
Race: Vampire
Appearance:
Rather small frame, measures around 5'2" with flowing black hair that compliments her gray irises
Power Ranking: C
Electives:
-Potion Making
-Art
Character's Characteristics: Extremely shy and reserved. Keeps to herself, rarely expresses emotions- stoic.
Main Power based on Class: Summons spirits to communicate/gain insight of the very near future
Backstory: Born into a rich bloodline of royalty, Rowan has a pure heritage spanning out before her. She is heir to the Delacroix family as a result of a tragic incident regarding her eldest brother, Lucius. Her repressed methods of dealing with strangers may be a direct result of the traumatizing experience that many still do not know the full details of to this day.
Any Other Info: Her hair gains a streak of white when under pressure/during use of magic, and can transform into a bat if the situation calls for it. |
46,741 | 1,264 | 80 | 1,706 | 30 | Dᴇsᴅᴇᴍᴏɴᴀ Cᴏʀᴄᴇʟʟᴀ
Watching the display of his elemental powers, Desdemona could tell Daichi was an essentia before he even said it. Using his acrobatic abilities, he hit the ball back to Desdemona with one of his legs, “Trying to show off huh?” Desdemona smirks ready to show a higher extent of her strength.
Heels are heard nearby, shifting Desdemona’s attention from the ball to the one making the noise. It was Nuna, “I’m getting really tired of her…”Desdemona tried her best to stay calm. Realizing the ball was heading her way, she caught it with her eyes still fixated on Nuna. “Hi... Nuna. The chick that knocked you out... Forgive me for what happened earlier, I'm still having trouble controlling these powers. I couldn't resist the urge to drain your energy. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me, so we don't start a friendship off sketchy. But before you accept anything I would like to offer you back your energy. Please.” Nuna apologizes to Daichi for the dining hall incident. “I wonder what would happen if I threw this at her face with full force?” Desdemona couldn’t help but smile thinking of the violent outcomes. | Name: Dᴇsᴅᴇᴍᴏɴᴀ Cᴏʀᴄᴇʟʟᴀ
Class: Nᴇᴄʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇʀ
Race: Dᴇᴍᴏɴ
Appearance:
5'4" tall/Curvy Build
Power Ranking: A
Electives:
-Magical History
-Potion Making
Character's Characteristics:
Ruthless and arrogant. She loves a good challenge and is definitely someone you shouldn't get on the bad side of. Has a soft spot for cats.
Main powers: Uses harvested magic of the dead as a way to amplify her own strength. Can resurrect dead creatures for various amounts of time depending on how strong the creature is.
Backstory: Desdemona Corcella has been through rigorous magical training her whole life. She has fought the dangerous creatures in the Barren Lands and Wilds, and has been accustomed to death from a young age. As the sole heir of a world-renowned family of demons, she has to maintain the tradition of dominating any competition with the use of powerful necromancy. Desdemona's family holds her to a very high standard, and doesn't accept any failures. Any level of disappointment will result in extreme punishments and because of this Desdemona has devoted most of her efforts into becoming the best at everything she does. Desdemona is currently at Rosewood and sees it as another test to prove her superiority to her family.
Other info: Dislikes Pixies, she sees them as being annoying bugs and wishes she could squash them all. |
46,742 | 1,264 | 81 | 411 | 87 | Ｋｕｒｏｄａ Ｄａｉｃｈｉ
"Hey, Cat Man."
As Daichi stood up from his flashy performance, the clicking of high-heeled boots echoed over the steady chatter that filled the hall. The Nocturne turned his head towards the noise only to make eye contact with a creature he wasn't particularly fond of. His expression chilled immediately, his ears standing on end in preparation for whatever Nuna had in store. The expression he wore resembled one of a predator stalking its prey; fierce and ready to strike. "Keep your distance." Kuroda's eyes flashed white in an intstant before they returned to their original tone.
The succubus maintained their respective distance and resumed her soliloquy with sincerity; at least, that's what it sounded like to the over-trusting cat. However, he was not fully convinced that she was making such an offer to "mend their friendship-" she could have been aiming to lower his defenses again. "...But before you accept anything I would like to offer you back your energy. Please." What she said sounded genuine, of course. But to undo something as tedious as energy absorption seemed unfeasible to him. Besides, he had not the slightest idea about what methods this succubus would use for such a task. Familiarizing himself with one of these creatures was a big mistake on his part, and he had no intention on messing up twice on the first day. "-'s not possible. How could you give back something like that?" Daichi crossed his arms over his chest, observing the feminine creature closely for any hints of deception. "I'm not falling for your tricks again, Nuna." He stated his position firmly, drumming his fingers along his upper arm impatiently. | Name: Ｋｕｒｏｄａ Ｄａｉｃｈｉ
Class: Ｅｓｓｅｎｔｉａ
Race: Ｎｏｃｔｕｒｎｅ
Appearance:
›Very тαll αɴd ѕleɴder αɴd ѕтαтυre, Dαιcнι мeαѕυreѕ αт αroυɴd 6'3" αɴd υѕυαlly weαrѕ α вlαcĸ вeαɴιe тo cover нιѕ proтrυdιɴɢ ғelιɴe eαrѕ.‹
Power Ranking: Ａ
Electives: Mαgιcαℓ Hιѕтσяу & Ƥσтιση Mαкιηg ✔
Character's Characteristics: Uɴlιĸe нιѕ ιɴтιмιdαтιɴɢ αppeαrαɴce, Dαιcнι ιѕ α very plαyғυl αɴd αpproαcнαвle perѕoɴ wнo loveѕ тo crαcĸ joĸeѕ. Doɴ'т ɢeт oɴ нιѕ вαd ѕιde тнoυɢн; нe вιтeѕ.
Main Powers based on Class: Mαηιƒєѕтαтιση σƒ ǀcє αη∂ Mιѕт- ѕσмєтιмєѕ νєησмσυѕ
Backstory: Born and raised in the well-renowned region of Matara, Daichi was constantly prowling the many heavily crowded swamps in search of something new- something interesting. With that mindset, the adventurous Nocturne decided to embark on a trip away from his large family to The Barren Lands, where he hoped to bring some change to his monotonous life. Of course, such a journey would not be easy; The Barren Lands are not divisions that can be taken lightly. Daichi prefers not to speak much about his experiences in the hazardous areas, but he is certain that this experience helped him to discover the true capacity of his powers, thus leading him to enroll in Rosewood; the school for the gifted.
Other Info: His family consists of 4 sisters and 3 brothers, meaning he comes from a family of 10. He may not look it, but he is also a very family oriented guy who treasures those he cares for and holds dear. The necklace adorned around his neck is always there- it was a gift especially from his deceased grandfather who entrusted it to him as a token of protection. |
46,743 | 1,264 | 82 | 1,576 | 358 | Nodah Listig
"Did you really? Well, then I shall consider you privy to the complexities of human nature, hence forth," Nodah said, learning of Zephyr's past contact with humans. "Rank A." He gave a nod of departure as Zephyr headed for the weights - not quite his idea of a good time - and strode towards the back. He glimpsed a balcony where another creature was sitting, but preferred to be on the ground. Nodah looked around, seeing students milling around. Daichi and Desdemona were exchanging words over a ball, and Nuna had come. He caught the strained threads of a conversation, and an apology. That is the wisest she has done yet, Nodah thought, striding on. Perhaps there is hope for her. Nodah lightly traced the handles of his knives hanging at belt-line under his shirt. But Daichi seemed hostile, wary. Dramatically and unnecessarily so, mayhaps, but who was Nodah to say? There was a girl who'd slipped in that he did not remember from breaking fast, and she was speaking with Level.
Nodah slid to a stop right below the edge of the balcony, and glanced up at the dangling feet. He leaned forward to get a better sight of the boy sitting on the balcony, and took in the pointed ears and flicking tail. Another feline Nocturne then. Would the girls flock to him as they did Daichi? Or was that sort of attraction beyond race? Nodah never knew. "You look in need of company," he said easily, folding his arms and looking around so as not to overtly crane his neck. "Nodah Listig. Who might you be?" | Name: Nodah Listig
Class: Gravitin
Race: Human
Appearance: Lanky and tall. Light hazel hair is always tousled and messy. 175 centimeters tall, and 54 kilogrammes heavy. Light on his feet, with dexterous fingers. Looks delicate, but is more than capable of holding his own. Default eye colour is blue. (Any Other Info)
Power Ranking: A
Elective Classes: Magical History; Potion Making
Character's Characteristics: Nodah is a diplomat at heart. His policy is one of caution: never burn bridges before you have walked them. He follows whatever means necessary to attain what he desires. To him, life is to be played as a game. His humour is sly, and his deeds always coldly-calculated. Nodah is wont to keep his distance, while exuding undisputed and amiable confidence. He grins easily. He is skilled and well-versed with his powers, but would rather appear as one of the best rather than the best.
Main Power(s): Manipulating the movement of objects, and summoning them. He enjoys making merchandise fly off shelves in shops, out of mischief, boredom, or a partnership of both.
Backstory: He came from parents who were so enthralled in the throes of their dissolving marriage, that their son ceased to hold significant importance in their eyes. Nodah despised being invisible to them as they erupted and then tiptoed, brawled and then retreated, drunk and strung high on the destructive nature of their clashes. While they were occupied with their perpetual tango, he focused on discovering his powers. For a boy who’d known only camouflage and dismissal, the magic he wielded was his one crutch, and saving grace. He has come to highly-value his powers, for they gave him first belief in his worth.
Any Other Info: Nodah is in reality deeply insecure, and is subject to nightmares and anxiety often. Not that he would let anyone know, however. Also, with his volatile emotions, his eye colour is subject to changes according to his mood. It is a quirk he is unable to properly explain. |
46,744 | 1,264 | 83 | 1,368 | 222 | Leval Lamrue
A tiny sound interrupted Leval's thoughts. He glanced up at the ornate windows frowning. 'Did a bird get inside?' However, the windows seemed strong and almost certainly had some type of magical reinforcement that the places almost seemed to exude. The amount of wealth and power that had gone into the place was madness in his eyes. Having come from a small village, the sheer opulence of it made him extremely uncomfortable. The noise happened again and this time he turned around and saw the hooded girl he had spoken too just a short while ago. Her knuckles were white as she gripped her dress and she held her head low.
"...pardon my behavior. I am grateful for your concern, mister." She glanced up at him as if checking to see whether or not he was paying attention. Leval saw a flash of her grey eyes and flowing black hair. She loosened her fingers ever so slighty and gave him a rather royal looking curtsy. "I am Rowan Delacroix." As soon as the words were out of her mouth, her body tensed up as thought she were about sprint today at the slightest hint of a threat.
Leval raised his hands upward slowly trying to make sure nothing he did came off as a threat. "Give me just one moment." Leval mentally reached for his Weave and pulled the ends together. Slowly, the illusory figure began to shrink down, spikes retracting into his body. The illusion faded in such a way that rather than dispelling an illusion, it looked more like he had shrunken down. Much less intimidating in his true appearance, he delivered his best imitation of a royal bow. He stumbled slightly on the unfamiliar motion, but caught himself "I'm Leval Lamrue, and I am sorry if I frightened you. You just looked a lot like I did after I got past the entrance exam." He gave Rowan an uneasy smile. | Name: Leval Lamrue
Class: Illusionist
Race: Human
Appearance (Picture or Description or Both): In reality, Leval is 5’3” at 132 pounds. He keeps his brown hair cropped short to his head except for a small tuft in the front of his hair, which he takes a lot of pride in. His face is lightly freckled on his tan skin and his eyes are hazel. He has a slight overbite and a rather large nose. However, when Leval has his illusion up he most often appears as a rather idealized, intimidating version of himself.
Power Ranking: C
Electives:
-Magical History
-Potion Making
Character's Characteristics: Leval is a born liar and rather cowardly at times, though he pretends otherwise. However, when the cards are on the table Leval will stand up for those who treat him with respect. He is more curious about the world around him and loves learning about magic and history.
Main Power(s) based on Class: Appearance Illusions. Leval’s illusion magic is based in changing his appearance and the way other people perceive him. This power can change from appearing as someone else to illusory shapeshifting where it appears as though he is giant in form or wielding any type of weapon he can imagine. However, he has not mastered controlling the sense of touch so these illusions are easily seen through if someone tries to physically touch one. Knowing that Leval tries to make himself look as intimidating as possible to scare off his opponents.
Backstory (If Any): Leval was born in a small village where he was frequently targeted for his small size. When his magic manifested, his parents took him to a larger village where he could learn to control his power. They were always supportive and Leval takes care to write them as often as he can. Leval devoured all the books he could about magic and history and went off to Rosewood to satisfy his rampant curiousity
Any Other Info, if any: Leval has a pair of gloves with a small lightning opal attached to the top that produce light in a beam in front of him acting as a powerful flashlight. They were a gift from his parents. |
46,745 | 1,264 | 84 | 1,543 | 198 | Zephyr
Shrugging off his hoodie as he approached the weights, Zephyr wondered exactly what kind of clothing would be appropriate for combat training. The most preferred would be reinforced material, impervious to the lighter effects of magic, as he had seen a few merchants sell in his town. Judging by what he'd seen of the school so far, the clothes supplied for them probably fit the requirements for combat. He hung the hoodie on a nearby bar, fitting the dumbbell with the heaviest weights. He flexed his scaled arm which was stiff as it got sometimes before proceeding to lift. The repetitive act lulled Zephyr into a comfortable frame of mind, making him feel at peace as all he did was count.
After the first set of reps he sat up to see a small, hooded figure walk into the training hall, then approached by Leval. Zephyr frowned. The intimidating figure Leval cut threw him off. It didn't seem natural or convincing, and anyone with the need for that much deception was bad news. His appearance was completely at odds with that of his personality, which appeared to be that of the eagerly friendly geek. His appearance shifted as he watched, and Zephyr figured it out. It was an illusion. Well, of course He mentally face palmed, annoyed at how obvious the answer was. Putting the matter away, he went back down to begin the next set of reps. He was only halfway through when Yayo Fiji's voice was heard booming through the hall.
"I trust you have all warmed up sufficiently. If you haven't, do that next time. Assemble into your power rankings immediately. Rank C at the front, Rank B in the middle, and Rank A at the back or in the balconies. Once you have done so, the next instructions will be given. You have half a minute to get ready."
Yayo Fiji didn't make a threat, but Zephyr got the sense that he didn't need to. Stopping immediately, he grabbed his jacket, wrapped it around his waist, and headed to where those in Rank B were assembling. He hadn't even broken a sweat yet. | Name: Lance Delmero
Class: Essentia
Race: Elf
Appearance:
Power Ranking: A
Electives: Art, Potion making
Character's Characteristics: Lance is an adventurous guy. Charismatic, good at making conversation, and easy going. He cracks jokes, likes to laugh, and makes everything seem effortless. He's also wildly competitive, and very possessive. Overall, he's pretty good natured. His anger isn't the furious kind, but the quiet, cold kind and he can hold grudges. Most of the time, though, he's fun to be around.
Main Powers: Particularly good with frost, ice, snow and water in general.
Backstory: Elves are a generally aloof race. Lance, who loves to explore everywhere
and meet everyone in the funniest way possible doesn't really fit into the mould, and was sent to Rosewood by his parents in an attempt to steer him towards something useful after he returned from a particularly disastrous adventure involving two incubi and a lot of snow.
Other: Lance likes animals a lot. Especially cats. |
46,746 | 1,264 | 85 | 2,788 | 1,595 | Mischa's ears perked when he heard a voice nearby "You look in need of company," He looked around behind him on the balcony to see no one before looking down off the balcony to see a Human just below "Nodah Listig. Who might you be?". "My name's Mischa" he said slipping off the railing to land with a soft thud on his feet next to Nodah. "So-" He was cut off by Yayo's announcement "I trust you have all warmed up sufficiently. If you haven't, do that next time. Assemble into your power rankings immediately. Rank C at the front, Rank B in the middle, and Rank A at the back or in the balconies. Once you have done so, the next instructions will be given. You have half a minute to get ready." "hmm...you one of the A rank students" Mischa asked, looking Nodah over as his tail slowly swayed behind him and one of his ears pivoted around toward the rows as other students began heading toward their seats. | Mischa Ezkalion
Death's grasp could not contain him
yet life's hands could not catch him |
46,747 | 1,264 | 86 | 1,742 | 33 | Rowan Delacroix
Rowan looked up at the creature through her lashes. "I didn't realize he was a human..." She watched curiously as the lumbering figure shrunk in size, withdrawing the protruding spikes into his body seamlessly. She gradually lifted her head up. Her anxiety had dwindled after recognizing how approachable Leval really was. She felt a bit more secure around him, so she locked her gray irises with his. Rowan felt a chuckle rise from the back of her throat when she watched Leval imitate a bow, which took her by surprise; she brought a fist to her mouth and coughed lightly instead. "-I am sorry if I frightened you. You just looked a lot like I did after I got past the entrance exam." The vampire tilted her head to the side. Her facial expression changed only slightly, as she was surprised at how accurate he was.
"You too?" she mumbled quickly. Rowan folded her hands over her chest and tightly clutched the golden adornment. "Everyone else went through the same ordeal?" She let out a sigh of relief and the corners of her lips formed a smile that could go unnoticed. Her thoughts were interrupted by the announcement that echoed through the massive hall. "The same elf from the front desk?" She looked from the ceiling back to the face of the human before her. Rowan aimed a more polite nod in his direction this time, closing her eyes when she dipped her head. She pushed her cloak out behind her and it fluttered in a circle as she spun on her heels. Following the instructions, she made her way over to the row of seats that emerged from the floor and found a comfortable spot near the front. | Name: Rowan Delacroix
Class: Necromancer
Race: Vampire
Appearance:
Rather small frame, measures around 5'2" with flowing black hair that compliments her gray irises
Power Ranking: C
Electives:
-Potion Making
-Art
Character's Characteristics: Extremely shy and reserved. Keeps to herself, rarely expresses emotions- stoic.
Main Power based on Class: Summons spirits to communicate/gain insight of the very near future
Backstory: Born into a rich bloodline of royalty, Rowan has a pure heritage spanning out before her. She is heir to the Delacroix family as a result of a tragic incident regarding her eldest brother, Lucius. Her repressed methods of dealing with strangers may be a direct result of the traumatizing experience that many still do not know the full details of to this day.
Any Other Info: Her hair gains a streak of white when under pressure/during use of magic, and can transform into a bat if the situation calls for it. |
46,748 | 1,264 | 87 | 2,422 | 1,600 | Reas Grimorea
Reas rolled into the combat room and yawned, having stayed behind to help clean up a fight that had occurred outside in the hall he was a little tired and more than a little agitated because of the rowdy elfin students who initiated the fight with him. "I'm not short you're just too fucking tall" he mumbled under his breath as he heard the announcement from Mr. Yayo. Reas cursed under his breath at the fact that he was almost late to the class and sped over to the A rank area worried about not being able to warm up but then he remembered the students that were sent to the nurse and smiled thinking of them as his warm up. He had to jump up he stairs to reach the balconies but each jump carried him farther and higher thanks to his skates as well as landing him lightly and he leaned against the railing once he got there, almost itching to continue fighting.
Reas was glad to see that everyone from the cafeteria was in the same class though that could be bad also judging by what had happened. "I don't think we have to worry about that happening again though" Reas said to himself before pushing down on he railing and feeling the magic of the school pulse across the surface, most likely to proceed it from harm. Reas loved the innovation that had gone it this school and was practically falling in love with all the tech here. Reas started slipping away into one of his trances but snapped out of it quickly and stood back from the ledge occupying himself with a small bout of boxing for the rest of the time allowed. Each of his punches carried a heavy weight behind it as he threw it and he picked up speed trying to get in as many as he could. | Name:
Reas Grimorea
Class:
Illusionist
Race:
Human
Appearance:
5'6" tall / 127 lb not much muscle tone but looks solid. instaed of the red sweat shirt it is black
Power Ranking:
A
Pick 2 Classes of your Choice:
1. Art
2. Cooking
Character's Characteristics:
Very studious, Never without his Rollerblades, Likes sour foods but doesn't eat much, likes to practice regular boxing and a modified style of Kick-boxing which revolves around using his Rollerblades as a means of accelerating his legs to insane speeds. He has a bad habit of being stobborn when faced with a challenge, though is often nice to others who share interests with him.
Main Power(s) based on Class:
Adept at making enviromental illusions such as producing realistic fire and refracting light to blend in with his surroundings.
Backstory:
The son of a Skilled Mechanic and average magician who was badly injured when he refused to pay the local crooks "Chimera". Reas was given his Rollerblades a few weeks before he came to Rosewood where he is usually the quiet one in class.
Reas is always riding his rollerblades, so much in fact that most dont see him wearing any other shoes but there is a good reason for this as they help channel his powers. He was born with the medical condition "Muscle Hypertrophy" which caused his muscles to over develop as a kid and has increased his strength by 10 times which earned him the name cyclop's hammer from his strength.
Any Other Info:
Constantly has a ribbon of illusionary fire wrapped around his leg as a reminder of his quest to get revenge on the thugs that hurt his father. Will ride his Rollerblades in any enviroment as they are powered by his magic allowing him to push his speed to the limit and beyond as well as boost his general leg power (jumping, running, ETC), Reas was known to get into fights and had earned the nickname cyclop's hammer for his strong punches that were like being hit with his namesake weapon |
46,749 | 1,264 | 88 | 411 | 87 | Ｋｕｒｏｄａ Ｄａｉｃｈｉ
Nuna's initial sentence was soon cut off by Yayo Fiji's announcement that reverberated against the walls of the training room. Daichi decided against taking his eyes off the succubus who had yet to elucidate herself. Once the elf's voice faded off into silence, the underlying murmur in the room resumed between the students as they maneuvered to their designated spots. Kuroda's primary focus easily shifted to the sea of students, spotting some familiar faces in the balcony overhead. "Just come here you fool. Enough explaining." The succubus snapped, and the heels of her boots sounded dangerously close to him. The cat whirled his head around only to feel a pair of warm hands grab his face with force. The unexpected turn of events threw Kuroda off completely, as this was the second time today this same creature advanced on him.
A flurry of emotions rose from within the Nocturne; anger, shock, chagrin, and anything along those lines made Daichi's head throb. He brought his hands to the girl's shoulders, gripping them tightly in an endeavor to wrench himself away from her assault. However, he gradually loosened his hold on the delicate frame, noticing that he was not losing more energy, but actually gaining it back. The muscles in his face relaxed as he leaned into the kiss, becoming almost mesmerized by the powerful sensation- gathering life force by such means was something he was quite unfamiliar with, and he felt himself rejuvenate with ease. A hand slid down the length of her arm as he closed his eyes, clearly making the whole scene look a bit more sensual that it was truly meant to be.
Suddenly, he jerked himself out of his daze and pulled himself away just before she followed suit. He brought the back of his hand to his lips, panting as his heart rate jumped in an instant. He was fully healed, as if he had just been standing under the strong rays of the night sky when the moon was full. Daichi wiped his mouth aggressively, his brows furrowed in slight vexation. Damn it, damn it, damn it! He let out a groan while he swore in his mind, gritting his teeth behind his gloved fist. "Umm, how do you feel?" Nuna chimed after a short pause. Kuroda lifted his gaze from the floor to meet the eyes of the succubus, who was glancing up at him in anticipation. The cat opened his mouth to speak, but he stopped himself before he blurted out something unnecessarily.
"How do I feel? You just--" The cat came to a halt, closing his eyes to take a deep breath. Calm down, Daichi... she's just trying to help, nothing more. He calmed himself down enough to respond properly. "...I feel much better. Thanks for that." He forced a smile, lacking some form of integrity. Unable to come up with any other words to say that wouldn't come off as impulsive, the cat spun on his heels and tucked his hands into his pockets. While he walked over to the passage leading to the balcony, he felt a certain spring in his step that only returned once he was fully rested, or energized. I probably should have thanked her properly. He shrugged off the thought and finally found himself a seat at the top. Satisfied with the spot he selected, he kicked his feet up onto the railing and crossed them accordingly, folding his arms behind his head. | Name: Ｋｕｒｏｄａ Ｄａｉｃｈｉ
Class: Ｅｓｓｅｎｔｉａ
Race: Ｎｏｃｔｕｒｎｅ
Appearance:
›Very тαll αɴd ѕleɴder αɴd ѕтαтυre, Dαιcнι мeαѕυreѕ αт αroυɴd 6'3" αɴd υѕυαlly weαrѕ α вlαcĸ вeαɴιe тo cover нιѕ proтrυdιɴɢ ғelιɴe eαrѕ.‹
Power Ranking: Ａ
Electives: Mαgιcαℓ Hιѕтσяу & Ƥσтιση Mαкιηg ✔
Character's Characteristics: Uɴlιĸe нιѕ ιɴтιмιdαтιɴɢ αppeαrαɴce, Dαιcнι ιѕ α very plαyғυl αɴd αpproαcнαвle perѕoɴ wнo loveѕ тo crαcĸ joĸeѕ. Doɴ'т ɢeт oɴ нιѕ вαd ѕιde тнoυɢн; нe вιтeѕ.
Main Powers based on Class: Mαηιƒєѕтαтιση σƒ ǀcє αη∂ Mιѕт- ѕσмєтιмєѕ νєησмσυѕ
Backstory: Born and raised in the well-renowned region of Matara, Daichi was constantly prowling the many heavily crowded swamps in search of something new- something interesting. With that mindset, the adventurous Nocturne decided to embark on a trip away from his large family to The Barren Lands, where he hoped to bring some change to his monotonous life. Of course, such a journey would not be easy; The Barren Lands are not divisions that can be taken lightly. Daichi prefers not to speak much about his experiences in the hazardous areas, but he is certain that this experience helped him to discover the true capacity of his powers, thus leading him to enroll in Rosewood; the school for the gifted.
Other Info: His family consists of 4 sisters and 3 brothers, meaning he comes from a family of 10. He may not look it, but he is also a very family oriented guy who treasures those he cares for and holds dear. The necklace adorned around his neck is always there- it was a gift especially from his deceased grandfather who entrusted it to him as a token of protection. |
46,750 | 1,264 | 89 | 231 | 133 | Zensei Zaza
After being ditched by Daichi, the feeling of sadness expanded within Zensei. He let out a breath of boredom after Yayo's message echoed throughout the room. He fluttered to the front row of Section B and spotted the median seat, his favorite. Instead of sitting on the luxuriously cushioned part of the seat, he sat on top of the transparent golden backboard to see over the ocean of C rank students.
Zensei began clapping his tiny hands together when a large translucent screen fizzed into view, in front of all three sections. In the A rank's section, the screen featured a female mermaid in some water that looked like a glowing bright blue grid. Her red hair spread across the surface of the grid along with the top of her breasts that bulged out. Strangely enough, anything below the grid was not visible. In the B section, an Incubus was on the screen in a candlelit Gothic bedroom. What he wore was only the sheets of his bed that he laid in, creating a visible outline of his muscular body. His hair was short and black, messy from the red pillow that it nested in. In the C area, a turquoise glowing pixie was on the screen. She wore a white long dress that draped over the shell of a turtle. Both she and the turtle were resting on a cloud, the pixie laying with her back on the top of the turtle.
The holograms began to all speak at once, making a tone that brought chills to Zensei's body. "Welcome to combat training, students. Our activities today will help you in survival training, where you will either move up a rank, stay in your rank, or move down a rank. You will fight one other student from your rank, then get an analysis of your performance. After that, you will be put into a group with two other students from each other rank different from yours and fight other groups of three. Each member from the winning group will be able to choose from a pool of weapons to keep, and be later recognized for their amazing teamwork and skill. All of your classes and activities you attend here at Rosewood have a purpose; to defend Mystia from the Night Monarch. Don't forget what you are here for."
The screens then began to list who would fight who. Zensei was eager to see who he would fight, hoping it would be another pixie. "I need to show these bitches who the top pixie is around here." He whispered to himself, eyeing one of the purple pixies he saw on his way to class. "Zensei Zaza will fight," He began licking the roof of his mouth, anxious to smash the purple apple. "Zephyr." His jaw dropped in fear, remembering his towering appearance and giant hand that could break every bone in his tiny body with the flick of a finger. He screamed at the top of his lungs as he flew over to some weights, picking up the heaviest dumbbell with the help of gravity. "I must win!" He growled with his teeth shut. | Name: Zensei Zaza
Class: Gravitin
Race: Pixie
Appearance (Picture or Description or Both): (Ignore the flower xD)
Power Ranking (Look at "School Info" in the Doc): B
Pick 2 Classes of your Choice (Combat Training, Survival, and Spell Casting are required for all students.):
1. Potion Making
2. Art
Character's Characteristics: Very flirtatious, likes to spy on people in the shower, very hyper when eats sugar. Also attempts to be a bad bitch like Nicki Minaj or Azealia Banks
Main Power(s) based on Class: Making things rise then slamming them on the ground, opening locks from the outside.
Backstory (If Any): Zensei had a very creepy childhood. His mom was a black widow and his dad was a magical butterfly. Every day he had to eat bugs his mom caught for him. But one day his mom ate his dad, he cried for days on days. Afraid of what his mom would do next, he fled, almost getting jumped by her. Through all the fog he saw the gates to what looked like a college for magical creatures, and at that moment decided to attend. Also a lot of hot people will probably attend so that's another reason.
Any Other Info, if any: Has green sparkles/green glow. Favorite color is green. Loves to paint with sparkles. |
46,751 | 1,264 | 90 | 1,576 | 358 | Nodah Listig
The Nocturne slipped seamlessly beside Nodah, landing on his feet. How very feline of him, Nodah thought, lips quirking. "Yes, I am," he said. "You do not seem lacking, a worthy foe. Rank A, might I assume?" Somewhere, in the distance, Nuna was kissing Daichi again. Reas had entered as well, and was occupying himself with some light boxing while he waited. He looked at Mischa, eyes continually drawn to the ears that sat atop his head. Curious, curious company. "Oh, we shall begin soon," he said, eyes flashing an excited green as holograms flickered into being before their respective sections.
A mermaid addressed those ranked A. Scanning the screen for who he would be facing, he caught Desdemona's name beside his own. He turned to Mischa. "I wish you the best of luck with Reas," he said. "Have you met him? The human on skates?" He did not truly know Desdemona. Granted, she had been involved in the morn's fuss over Daichi, a scuffle between two females for one Nocturne. It was perhaps not the most foreboding light to cast one's opponent in, but Nodah was not about to woefully underestimate the female demon. He could only beseech the mercy of the gods if he did. He wondered what impression he had put forth of himself to the students of Rosewood, if at all. Little, and less, Nodah thought, with a wry smile to himself. | Name: Nodah Listig
Class: Gravitin
Race: Human
Appearance: Lanky and tall. Light hazel hair is always tousled and messy. 175 centimeters tall, and 54 kilogrammes heavy. Light on his feet, with dexterous fingers. Looks delicate, but is more than capable of holding his own. Default eye colour is blue. (Any Other Info)
Power Ranking: A
Elective Classes: Magical History; Potion Making
Character's Characteristics: Nodah is a diplomat at heart. His policy is one of caution: never burn bridges before you have walked them. He follows whatever means necessary to attain what he desires. To him, life is to be played as a game. His humour is sly, and his deeds always coldly-calculated. Nodah is wont to keep his distance, while exuding undisputed and amiable confidence. He grins easily. He is skilled and well-versed with his powers, but would rather appear as one of the best rather than the best.
Main Power(s): Manipulating the movement of objects, and summoning them. He enjoys making merchandise fly off shelves in shops, out of mischief, boredom, or a partnership of both.
Backstory: He came from parents who were so enthralled in the throes of their dissolving marriage, that their son ceased to hold significant importance in their eyes. Nodah despised being invisible to them as they erupted and then tiptoed, brawled and then retreated, drunk and strung high on the destructive nature of their clashes. While they were occupied with their perpetual tango, he focused on discovering his powers. For a boy who’d known only camouflage and dismissal, the magic he wielded was his one crutch, and saving grace. He has come to highly-value his powers, for they gave him first belief in his worth.
Any Other Info: Nodah is in reality deeply insecure, and is subject to nightmares and anxiety often. Not that he would let anyone know, however. Also, with his volatile emotions, his eye colour is subject to changes according to his mood. It is a quirk he is unable to properly explain. |
46,752 | 1,264 | 91 | 1,368 | 222 | Leval Lamrue
Leval looked up at Rowan. In response to his makeshift bow, she seemed to be attempting to cover a small laugh with a polite cough. She seemed to visibly relax, her eyes locked in to his and stayed this time, a breath of air passed through her lips, and Leval could make out the faintest hint of a smile. Leval grinned, pleased that he had made a much better second impression. Rowan let go of her dress and held onto her golden ID necklace, murmuring "You too?" Before Leval could give her a reply, Yayo's announcement cut through the crowd. Rowan looked up at the ceiling and then gave him a polite nod of her head. Leval returned the nod, gave her smile, and allowed his illusion to grow back to it's original form, appearing to grow naturally.
Leval moved to a seat in the front section, taking a corner seat so he would not block the sight of the other students. He set his connector to record audio in order to not miss any detail of the start. A large screen with the image of a turquoise pixie and a turtle on a cloud. 'Whimsical?' Leval raised his eyebrow at it in contemplation. The hologram began to speak, it had a strange quality to it, as though one voice with different flavors was saying the same thing in perfect time with itself. He looked backwards and assumed that the other class's screens were saying the same things. The mention of the Night Monarch caught his attention, the being hadn't been too far on his list of reasons for coming here simply because he didn't know too much about it. He made a note to find out more information later.
The screen shifted revealing the fighting partners for the 1x1 battles. Leval licked his lips nervously, looking for his name on the list. 'Leval Lamrue will be fighting Rowan Delacroix.' His heart plummeted in his chest. 'Great, I just got her to speak to me and now I have to fight her.' He slapped his hands onto his cheeks and let his elbows rest upon the table staring at the board. | Name: Leval Lamrue
Class: Illusionist
Race: Human
Appearance (Picture or Description or Both): In reality, Leval is 5’3” at 132 pounds. He keeps his brown hair cropped short to his head except for a small tuft in the front of his hair, which he takes a lot of pride in. His face is lightly freckled on his tan skin and his eyes are hazel. He has a slight overbite and a rather large nose. However, when Leval has his illusion up he most often appears as a rather idealized, intimidating version of himself.
Power Ranking: C
Electives:
-Magical History
-Potion Making
Character's Characteristics: Leval is a born liar and rather cowardly at times, though he pretends otherwise. However, when the cards are on the table Leval will stand up for those who treat him with respect. He is more curious about the world around him and loves learning about magic and history.
Main Power(s) based on Class: Appearance Illusions. Leval’s illusion magic is based in changing his appearance and the way other people perceive him. This power can change from appearing as someone else to illusory shapeshifting where it appears as though he is giant in form or wielding any type of weapon he can imagine. However, he has not mastered controlling the sense of touch so these illusions are easily seen through if someone tries to physically touch one. Knowing that Leval tries to make himself look as intimidating as possible to scare off his opponents.
Backstory (If Any): Leval was born in a small village where he was frequently targeted for his small size. When his magic manifested, his parents took him to a larger village where he could learn to control his power. They were always supportive and Leval takes care to write them as often as he can. Leval devoured all the books he could about magic and history and went off to Rosewood to satisfy his rampant curiousity
Any Other Info, if any: Leval has a pair of gloves with a small lightning opal attached to the top that produce light in a beam in front of him acting as a powerful flashlight. They were a gift from his parents. |
46,753 | 1,264 | 92 | 2,788 | 1,595 | human on the skates? Mischa wondered, looking around "can't say i have" he looked back at Nodah "you and the elf are the only one that i've really met, and yes i was given the rank of A" he looked up at the screen seeing his name next to one Reas Grimorea 'hmm...' he thought, looking over the rest of the list on the screen he found Nodah's next to someone named Desdemona "so have you met your opponent?" he asked turning back again to Nodah. | Mischa Ezkalion
Death's grasp could not contain him
yet life's hands could not catch him |
46,754 | 1,264 | 93 | 1,543 | 198 | Zephyr
Zephyr grinned a slow, sadistic grin. A legitimate reason to crush the annoying pixie? He was so in. He walked over to Zensei, who was lifting the heaviest weight using his powers, amusingly determined to win. Zephyr didn't doubt that he was capable, or else he wouldn't be here, but even so, Zephyr refused to give him even the semblance of a victory. He bared his sharp teeth at Zensei in amusement. "Ready to go?" He asked, laughing. He sized him up as he spoke, taking note of anything that might be important. Zensei was fast, and unpredictable, given how weird he was. If Zephyr caught a grip on him, that would be the end. Presumably Zensei knew that, so it was highly unlikely Zephyr would ever physically touch him. The fact that the floor was wooden was an advantage. You could tease any sort of wood into growing again, and there would be none of the loudness that came from springing plants up through the soil. Zensei was a Gravitin. This meant that Zephyr had to anchor himself to the ground if he didn't want to be floating around helplessly. Another question was whether he'd be allowed to use his usual destructive fighting style. Collateral damage wasn't of much interest to him. He turned to the hologram of the Incubus, and spoke in a lazy, confident drawl: "Am I allowed to wreck the hall?" | Name: Lance Delmero
Class: Essentia
Race: Elf
Appearance:
Power Ranking: A
Electives: Art, Potion making
Character's Characteristics: Lance is an adventurous guy. Charismatic, good at making conversation, and easy going. He cracks jokes, likes to laugh, and makes everything seem effortless. He's also wildly competitive, and very possessive. Overall, he's pretty good natured. His anger isn't the furious kind, but the quiet, cold kind and he can hold grudges. Most of the time, though, he's fun to be around.
Main Powers: Particularly good with frost, ice, snow and water in general.
Backstory: Elves are a generally aloof race. Lance, who loves to explore everywhere
and meet everyone in the funniest way possible doesn't really fit into the mould, and was sent to Rosewood by his parents in an attempt to steer him towards something useful after he returned from a particularly disastrous adventure involving two incubi and a lot of snow.
Other: Lance likes animals a lot. Especially cats. |
46,755 | 1,264 | 94 | 1,706 | 30 | Dᴇsᴅᴇᴍᴏɴᴀ Cᴏʀᴄᴇʟʟᴀ
"Welcome to combat training, students. Our activities today will help you in survival training, where you will either move up a rank, stay in your rank, or move down a rank. You will fight one other student from your rank, then get an analysis of your performance. After that, you will be put into a group with two other students from each other rank different from yours and fight other groups of three. Each member from the winning group will be able to choose from a pool of weapons to keep, and be later recognized for their amazing teamwork and skill. All of your classes and activities you attend here at Rosewood have a purpose; to defend Mystia from the Night Monarch. Don't forget what you are here for."
Distracted by the announcement, Desdemona focused more on seeing who her opponent was rather than Nuna and Daichi’s confrontation. Reading the name next to hers on the screen, “Nodah Listig”, Desdemona began to conserve her magical energy for the match. She didn’t feel like she would lose, but underestimating an enemy wouldn’t be wise, especially if they’re also rank A. “I have to win.” Desdemona thought as she contemplated what would happen if she lost the battle. She knew worrying about an uncertain result wouldn’t benefit her chances of winning.
Taking precautions, Desdemona pulls the notebook from her nightstand out of her jacket pocket. Opening to a blank page, she begins to draw a conjuring sigil which is a difficult task when given little room. Ripping the page out once finished, the emblem emitted spores of energy, “Seal.” Desdemona whispers causing the spores to be absorbed into the paper. Folding the sheet, placing both it and the notebook into an inner pocket, Desdemona waits for the duel to start. | Name: Dᴇsᴅᴇᴍᴏɴᴀ Cᴏʀᴄᴇʟʟᴀ
Class: Nᴇᴄʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇʀ
Race: Dᴇᴍᴏɴ
Appearance:
5'4" tall/Curvy Build
Power Ranking: A
Electives:
-Magical History
-Potion Making
Character's Characteristics:
Ruthless and arrogant. She loves a good challenge and is definitely someone you shouldn't get on the bad side of. Has a soft spot for cats.
Main powers: Uses harvested magic of the dead as a way to amplify her own strength. Can resurrect dead creatures for various amounts of time depending on how strong the creature is.
Backstory: Desdemona Corcella has been through rigorous magical training her whole life. She has fought the dangerous creatures in the Barren Lands and Wilds, and has been accustomed to death from a young age. As the sole heir of a world-renowned family of demons, she has to maintain the tradition of dominating any competition with the use of powerful necromancy. Desdemona's family holds her to a very high standard, and doesn't accept any failures. Any level of disappointment will result in extreme punishments and because of this Desdemona has devoted most of her efforts into becoming the best at everything she does. Desdemona is currently at Rosewood and sees it as another test to prove her superiority to her family.
Other info: Dislikes Pixies, she sees them as being annoying bugs and wishes she could squash them all. |
46,756 | 1,264 | 95 | 1,742 | 33 | Rowan Delacroix
Rowan's eyes flickered towards the holographic screen that appeared before her. The blue pixie that claimed to position of her instructor proceeded to explain what was required of the students for this class. A wave of reassurance swept over the vampire when the pixie stated that each rank would be fighting against their own level, but she still felt uneasy about fighting shortly after her entrance into Rosewood. Her vision went blurry as a searing pain stabbed at her temples and her ears rang for a brief moment. Rowan clutched the sides of her head as she attempted to steady herself. The rest of the hologram's speech was inaudible to her while she went through this phase. "No... no! Why now of all times?!" She pressed her palms harder against her ears and shut her eyes tightly, trying to fight off the daunting feeling- her exhaustion from the fight earlier had awakened her thirst for blood.
"I mustn't let this blood lust take control- I need to overcome it..." Rowan took deep breaths. Her mouth went dry, but her determination kept her concentration set on taming her urges. With a little self-training, the vampire was able to develop a remedy for these sudden attacks. It was very much unlike the practices of her family, who satisfied their hunger whenever they pleased. Her stomach upset at the thought. "I am above them. I needn't dwell on them for long. Just breathe..." After a few instants passed, Rowan had composed herself well enough to sit up straight. She glanced around from beneath her hood to gauge whether or not someone had witnessed her scene. Soon, however, the names of the students flashed on the screen. Her focus returned to the list, a sense of foreboding loomed over her as she scanned for her name. There it was: "Rowan Delacroix will be fighting Leval Lamrue."
Her eyes widened at the sight. "Of all the students..." She clenched her teeth and tightened her hands into fists, digging her nails into her cold skin. Today just wasn't her lucky day. Rather than brooding over her situation, Rowan stood up from her seat and carefully made her way over to the middle floor. She made sure to tug the cloak further over her face to deter any attention from her appearance. She then crouched down to the wooden panels and placed the tips of her fingers on the smooth surface. "Is there even the slightest chance that I may prevail?" Her thoughts trailed off once again. She obtained a piece of chalk from within her drape and pressed the tip lightly against the floor. She hesitated before she began to draw a cross on the ground, very similar to the Gothic one adorned around her neck. Rowan made sure to leave out certain details of the image, that way nothing spawned before the battle itself. "This will be my last resort." She stood up once again, brushing herself off and stepping back to admire her work. | Name: Rowan Delacroix
Class: Necromancer
Race: Vampire
Appearance:
Rather small frame, measures around 5'2" with flowing black hair that compliments her gray irises
Power Ranking: C
Electives:
-Potion Making
-Art
Character's Characteristics: Extremely shy and reserved. Keeps to herself, rarely expresses emotions- stoic.
Main Power based on Class: Summons spirits to communicate/gain insight of the very near future
Backstory: Born into a rich bloodline of royalty, Rowan has a pure heritage spanning out before her. She is heir to the Delacroix family as a result of a tragic incident regarding her eldest brother, Lucius. Her repressed methods of dealing with strangers may be a direct result of the traumatizing experience that many still do not know the full details of to this day.
Any Other Info: Her hair gains a streak of white when under pressure/during use of magic, and can transform into a bat if the situation calls for it. |
46,757 | 1,264 | 96 | 1,576 | 358 | Nodah Listig
"Oh, yes, we've met," he said, in response to Mischa's question, "Well, perhaps to say we have met would be loose usage of the term. I exchanged a few words with Desdemona over the fainted object of her affection as we broke fast, and she said nothing to me." With the chirpy manner of a sparrow, he stretched forward on his tiptoes, hands buried in his pockets, and beamed at Mischa.
He heard Zephyr ask if assured destruction of the hall was permitted. Nodah was more concerned about the knives he had tucked in his belt. But surely. This was an institution specifically for the magical. Its forefathers must have had the foresight to predict a clash of sorts involving adolescents with too much power and not enough discipline. He would not be surprised if this duel in a controlled and safe environment - or as safe as could be - did leave a mark on the combat training hall, but he would be shocked if that counted against anyone. "Mayhaps you would like to introduce yourself to Reas," Nodah said, beginning to melt into the crowd. "Beg pardon, for I would like a few words with Desdemona before the duel." He let loose a parting grin. "May they compel her to lust for my death as little as is possible."
Silently, he walked up to Desdemona, sneakered feet making little noise against the wooden floor of the hall. Just as she was tucking away a notebook, he slipped into place beside her from behind, eyes flashing between burgundy and green at the movement. Nodah clasped his hands behind his back, and stood as though he had always been there, had any right to be. "It appears we must face off today," he said pleasantly. He inclined his head towards her, reading her eyes carefully. Here be demons who loathe to lose. With the jealous events of the morning, Nodah would wager a guess it was in Desdemona's blood to be competitive. "I wonder, what becomes of those of us for whom triumph elude?" | Name: Nodah Listig
Class: Gravitin
Race: Human
Appearance: Lanky and tall. Light hazel hair is always tousled and messy. 175 centimeters tall, and 54 kilogrammes heavy. Light on his feet, with dexterous fingers. Looks delicate, but is more than capable of holding his own. Default eye colour is blue. (Any Other Info)
Power Ranking: A
Elective Classes: Magical History; Potion Making
Character's Characteristics: Nodah is a diplomat at heart. His policy is one of caution: never burn bridges before you have walked them. He follows whatever means necessary to attain what he desires. To him, life is to be played as a game. His humour is sly, and his deeds always coldly-calculated. Nodah is wont to keep his distance, while exuding undisputed and amiable confidence. He grins easily. He is skilled and well-versed with his powers, but would rather appear as one of the best rather than the best.
Main Power(s): Manipulating the movement of objects, and summoning them. He enjoys making merchandise fly off shelves in shops, out of mischief, boredom, or a partnership of both.
Backstory: He came from parents who were so enthralled in the throes of their dissolving marriage, that their son ceased to hold significant importance in their eyes. Nodah despised being invisible to them as they erupted and then tiptoed, brawled and then retreated, drunk and strung high on the destructive nature of their clashes. While they were occupied with their perpetual tango, he focused on discovering his powers. For a boy who’d known only camouflage and dismissal, the magic he wielded was his one crutch, and saving grace. He has come to highly-value his powers, for they gave him first belief in his worth.
Any Other Info: Nodah is in reality deeply insecure, and is subject to nightmares and anxiety often. Not that he would let anyone know, however. Also, with his volatile emotions, his eye colour is subject to changes according to his mood. It is a quirk he is unable to properly explain. |
46,758 | 1,264 | 97 | 1,706 | 30 | Dᴇsᴅᴇᴍᴏɴᴀ Cᴏʀᴄᴇʟʟᴀ
The human gravitin from the dining hall approached her. "It appears we must face off today," Nodah speaks, “A gravitin-” Desdemona wondered what the true extent of his power was. He could probably do more than just lift a body off the floor, he is rank A after all, “This could be difficult…” the realization that this might be a challenging victory, Desdemona couldn’t help but smirk. “Bring it on.” eagerness fills her body.
"I wonder, what becomes of those of us for whom triumph elude?" He asks, “I was wondering the same thing, but I don’t plan on being the one to find out.” Desdemona replies with a hint of arrogance, “May the best creature win.” | Name: Dᴇsᴅᴇᴍᴏɴᴀ Cᴏʀᴄᴇʟʟᴀ
Class: Nᴇᴄʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇʀ
Race: Dᴇᴍᴏɴ
Appearance:
5'4" tall/Curvy Build
Power Ranking: A
Electives:
-Magical History
-Potion Making
Character's Characteristics:
Ruthless and arrogant. She loves a good challenge and is definitely someone you shouldn't get on the bad side of. Has a soft spot for cats.
Main powers: Uses harvested magic of the dead as a way to amplify her own strength. Can resurrect dead creatures for various amounts of time depending on how strong the creature is.
Backstory: Desdemona Corcella has been through rigorous magical training her whole life. She has fought the dangerous creatures in the Barren Lands and Wilds, and has been accustomed to death from a young age. As the sole heir of a world-renowned family of demons, she has to maintain the tradition of dominating any competition with the use of powerful necromancy. Desdemona's family holds her to a very high standard, and doesn't accept any failures. Any level of disappointment will result in extreme punishments and because of this Desdemona has devoted most of her efforts into becoming the best at everything she does. Desdemona is currently at Rosewood and sees it as another test to prove her superiority to her family.
Other info: Dislikes Pixies, she sees them as being annoying bugs and wishes she could squash them all. |
46,759 | 1,264 | 98 | 1,368 | 222 | Nuna Mori
"...I feel much better. Thanks for that." "No problem." The boy turned around and walked away from her after giving his gratitude. She would have loved to stay and chat with him, but she had to run over to her appropriate section before classes begun. A hologram had appeared in front of the B section, with an Incubus lying in bed. "Nice introduction..." Looking around the room, she noticed multiple holograms with different creatures on them, simultaneously giving their address. "Welcome to combat training, students. Our activities today will help you in survival training, where you will either move up a rank, stay in your rank, or move down a rank. You will fight one other student from your rank, then get an analysis of your performance. After that, you will be put into a group with two other students from each other rank different from yours and fight other groups of three. Each member from the winning group will be able to choose from a pool of weapons to keep, and be later recognized for their amazing teamwork and skill. All of your classes and activities you attend here at Rosewood have a purpose; to defend Mystia from the Night Monarch. Don't forget what you are here for."
None of this really intrigued her because she wanted to get to class. Feeling some sort of hype from looking at the Incubus, she was ready for class. A list of the competitors were revealed on the projection and traversing her eyes down the list, grunting at the sight of Desdemona's name, she stopped at her name. Who the hell is Kuroda Daichi? She began spanning her eyes across the room to see the people she didn't know. "Roller skate boy. Cat man. Rifle cat. And the late girl with the hood. Out of those people, I wonder who is my opponent." She was enthusiastic about who this person might be and desired for these matchups to begin. | Name: Leval Lamrue
Class: Illusionist
Race: Human
Appearance (Picture or Description or Both): In reality, Leval is 5’3” at 132 pounds. He keeps his brown hair cropped short to his head except for a small tuft in the front of his hair, which he takes a lot of pride in. His face is lightly freckled on his tan skin and his eyes are hazel. He has a slight overbite and a rather large nose. However, when Leval has his illusion up he most often appears as a rather idealized, intimidating version of himself.
Power Ranking: C
Electives:
-Magical History
-Potion Making
Character's Characteristics: Leval is a born liar and rather cowardly at times, though he pretends otherwise. However, when the cards are on the table Leval will stand up for those who treat him with respect. He is more curious about the world around him and loves learning about magic and history.
Main Power(s) based on Class: Appearance Illusions. Leval’s illusion magic is based in changing his appearance and the way other people perceive him. This power can change from appearing as someone else to illusory shapeshifting where it appears as though he is giant in form or wielding any type of weapon he can imagine. However, he has not mastered controlling the sense of touch so these illusions are easily seen through if someone tries to physically touch one. Knowing that Leval tries to make himself look as intimidating as possible to scare off his opponents.
Backstory (If Any): Leval was born in a small village where he was frequently targeted for his small size. When his magic manifested, his parents took him to a larger village where he could learn to control his power. They were always supportive and Leval takes care to write them as often as he can. Leval devoured all the books he could about magic and history and went off to Rosewood to satisfy his rampant curiousity
Any Other Info, if any: Leval has a pair of gloves with a small lightning opal attached to the top that produce light in a beam in front of him acting as a powerful flashlight. They were a gift from his parents. |
46,760 | 1,264 | 99 | 411 | 87 | Ｋｕｒｏｄａ Ｄａｉｃｈｉ
The Nocturne closed his eyes and sunk even further into the seat, getting comfortable in his position before a holographic screen flashed ahead of him. His eyelids fluttered open when the mermaid on screen chimed in over the dying murmur of the students. Daichi's ears wriggled beneath his hat once he heard what the conditions were for Combat Training. Hell yes. He rocked back in his chair then swung forward, using his momentum to bring himself to his feet. A 1-on-1 battle with another A-Rank, huh? Let's see the unlucky bastard I'm facing. Kuroda entwined his fingers and stretched his arms forward, cracking his knuckles in the process. As he neared the projection, his brushed his fingers along the screen to scroll through the list.
He narrowed his eyes as he scanned for his name. D... why are there so many goddamn D's in the A-rank? Daichi rolled his eyes impatiently and resumed the tedious search. When he finally found his own label, he cocked a brow at the text. "Seems like there's no getting away from her." His lips curled into a slight smirk as he thought aloud, swiveling his head around to locate the succubus. To his surprise, she wasn't seated with the other A-Ranks- Nuna was found in the rows just below the elevated terrace. His face snapped from a goofy grin to a grimace, and he tapped aggressively on the transparent screen. "How come I'm not facing against another A?" Kuroda spoke at the hologram, which gave no satisfactory response. Frustrated, he strode towards the staircase that lead him back to the main floor. No point in getting all riled up... maybe it was a mistake in the system. He attempted to find any tangible explanation for the situation, all while he made his way down the steps. "After you have confirmed the opponent whom you will be facing, please make your way over to the designated training rooms. Be sure to have your identification necklaces ready- they will need to be scanned in order for you to proceed."
Following that announcement, Daichi joined the newly formed line of students as they waited for the the three doors in the back to open; above each door hovered the the letters A, B, and C. He was still hung over the fact that he had been set up with a lower rank- wouldn't that put him at an unfair advantage? While he pondered, the few students ahead of him finally stepped through the door. His vision was obscured from where he was standing, so he was unable to determine how anyone would get to their assigned rooms. Once he reached the front of the line, he peered through the entrance only to be greeted by a long hallway that seemed to stretch for miles. "What the-?" "Please swipe your identification card over the scanner." His mumbling was overlapped by the monotonous voice stemming from a kiosk that had materialized right before him in the middle of the doorway. Kuroda slid his necklace across the blank screen accordingly, and a student id picture (he didn't recall ever taking) appeared on the monitor, along with his basic credentials. "You may proceed, Kuroda Daichi." As this was stated, the register faded and the hallway transformed into a secluded room with thickly padded walls.
Daichi shrugged and eventually stepped into the room. When he glided past the doorway, a grid was projected across the passage. He walked through nonchalantly, seemingly unaware of the illustration. The door behind him disappeared as well, leaving him alone in the all-white training area. Another voice echoed from an unknown source, breaking the silence that lasted only a few seconds. "As you wait for your opponent, please note that an individual protective barrier has been activated upon entering the room. This shield will assure your safety during the match." | Name: Ｋｕｒｏｄａ Ｄａｉｃｈｉ
Class: Ｅｓｓｅｎｔｉａ
Race: Ｎｏｃｔｕｒｎｅ
Appearance:
›Very тαll αɴd ѕleɴder αɴd ѕтαтυre, Dαιcнι мeαѕυreѕ αт αroυɴd 6'3" αɴd υѕυαlly weαrѕ α вlαcĸ вeαɴιe тo cover нιѕ proтrυdιɴɢ ғelιɴe eαrѕ.‹
Power Ranking: Ａ
Electives: Mαgιcαℓ Hιѕтσяу & Ƥσтιση Mαкιηg ✔
Character's Characteristics: Uɴlιĸe нιѕ ιɴтιмιdαтιɴɢ αppeαrαɴce, Dαιcнι ιѕ α very plαyғυl αɴd αpproαcнαвle perѕoɴ wнo loveѕ тo crαcĸ joĸeѕ. Doɴ'т ɢeт oɴ нιѕ вαd ѕιde тнoυɢн; нe вιтeѕ.
Main Powers based on Class: Mαηιƒєѕтαтιση σƒ ǀcє αη∂ Mιѕт- ѕσмєтιмєѕ νєησмσυѕ
Backstory: Born and raised in the well-renowned region of Matara, Daichi was constantly prowling the many heavily crowded swamps in search of something new- something interesting. With that mindset, the adventurous Nocturne decided to embark on a trip away from his large family to The Barren Lands, where he hoped to bring some change to his monotonous life. Of course, such a journey would not be easy; The Barren Lands are not divisions that can be taken lightly. Daichi prefers not to speak much about his experiences in the hazardous areas, but he is certain that this experience helped him to discover the true capacity of his powers, thus leading him to enroll in Rosewood; the school for the gifted.
Other Info: His family consists of 4 sisters and 3 brothers, meaning he comes from a family of 10. He may not look it, but he is also a very family oriented guy who treasures those he cares for and holds dear. The necklace adorned around his neck is always there- it was a gift especially from his deceased grandfather who entrusted it to him as a token of protection. |
46,761 | 1,264 | 100 | 144 | 28 | Traveling through the thickness of the wood's wildlife was one of the biggest traveling struggles that Maman Akujo had faced so far. As she continued her rough journey through the forest and towards her destination, beams of sun shone upon her freckled skin, making clear the bruises and cuts that had occurred from hours of tiredly tripping over rocks and roots; attempting to navigate through the heavy fog around her did not aid her either.
She released a sigh filled with exhaustion and looked forward at the reason why she had endured so much with no complaint: the Rosewood, School for the Gifted. It was here that she was to learn how to control and use her powers properly, and at the thought of this, a smile spread across her lips. With renewed energy, the young human stood a bit straighter and marched onwards at a faster pace.
It was not long before she stepped out from the trees and in front of the large building with exhilaration running through her veins and out through her tired breath. Akujo moved forth a single step before suddenly, an unknown figure slashed at her body, causing for her to fall to her knees into the dirt. With some difficulty, she lifted herself from the ground to find herself confronting a dark shade. Seeing at how it was unusual that such a creature decided to attack her at this moment, it was assumed that this was a sort of examination that needed to be passed in order to enter the school. This thought sobered her a bit, but did nothing to ease the throbbing ache of her body.
The shadow figure sprang forth, choosing to advance in a straightforward fashion, and so she adjusted her body into a defensive position. Whilst doing so, she tried to gather her magic and, once the enemy came into her range, increased the force of gravity upon her opponent. Though this didn't have as great an effect as she thought, the speed at which the being charged at her greatly decreased, allowing for her to draw her fist back and punch it as hard as she was capable of.
Her foremost thought was merely to try and harm the creature as best as she could physically, but soon realized that she didn't know anything of its physical composition. Luckily for her, it fell backwards and disintegrated into the atmosphere, and following this was a strange voice whose words boomed throughout the area. The owner of it said, "Congratulations, Maman Akujo. You have successfully completed the final step for your acceptance into Rosewood. Performance rank: C."
The registration of her low ranking did not occur in her brain, for she was simply ecstatic to be accepted into the school of her dreams. The smile that had pervaded her lips crept upon them once more as she walked through the gates and into the complex. The uniquely-eyed female passed by many of her soon-to-be classmates, who, for some reason, had various shades of bruising and scratches that ran about the length of their bodies and whose eyes seemed as tired as hers, if even more so.
Soon enough, she arrived in front of someone who seemed to be the receptionist who greeted her with a cheerful grin upon his facials.
"Why, hello there! Welcome to Rosewood! May I ask for your name, race, class, rank, and electives chosen?"
At first, Akujo stood and stared upwards at the great man, whose height easily dwarfed her own. However, with her brain gently nagging her for staring for a bit too long, she snapped herself from her thoughts and said with as much enthusiasm as she could muster, “Hey! I’m Maman Akujo! I’m a human, with a Gravitin class, I believe. The voice said that my rank is a C, and I decided to choose art and potion-making as my electives.” (continued) | Name: Maman Akujo (Eastern Naming Order)
Class: Gravitin
Race: Human
Her locks of long, dip-dyed hair flutter annoyingly about her face at a consistent rate due to the unrestrained stream of magic that flows about her. Her large yet strangely colored pink optics hold hearts as pupils instead of the usual spheres. Atop of her head sits the large, lavender witch's hat; tied upon it being pink ribbons with green tinting. Her outfit is that of a dancer; a tight leotard stretched across her slightly chubby figure with fluff on the trimming of the limbs. Naturally golden freckles are dotted about her body, accompanied by a tan skin tone. Lastly, to travel to wherever she wishes, she carries a broomstick that is typical of witches that is wrapped in the same sort of ribbons as the hat.
Power Ranking: A
Classes Chosen to Take: Art and Potion Making
Character's Characteristics: With a passion and enthusiasm that rivals that of so many others, Akujo strives to do the best that she can, especially in subjects that she is particularly intrigued by. Though holding the quality of being a hard worker, she can also become very lazy and complacent, somehow managing to convince herself that she needs no improvement. While this trait frustrates her to no end, she does not have the motivation that is required to fix it. Furthermore, she can be easily excited to learn more about whatever crosses her path, but can just as quickly lose interest as well. She loves being able to spend her available time with others, especially with those that allow her to feel free and like herself, and she hates being alone for extended periods of time. However, after becoming seemingly close with people she can consider to be friends, she tends to distance herself a bit due to the fear of attachment.
Backstory: Akujo had been living alongside her mother and father as an only child until the ripe age of thirteen. Once she became that age, her life had seemed to plummet downwards. Her parents fought more often than ever, to the point that they could not stand to be in each other's presence and split; each one living in a separate home. She had been stuck between the two, constantly moving from one house to another in order to spend an equal period of time with the two people that she cared about the most. However, this soon seemed to change in the upcoming year. At the age of fourteen, a demon had come into her father's home, demolished it, and killed her father. the ashes and flames forever burning themselves into her memory. That very demon had also cursed her with the powers of magic, which she could not control and that caused her friends and remaining family to abandon her to her own devices.It is for this reason that she desired beyond all hope to attend school at Rosewood, for learning how to use and control her magic properly, at the moment, was nothing more than a dream.
Main Powers: Though inexperienced in the movement of objects around her, Akujo is able to change the gravity around her from a crushing weight upon one's self to a lightness around a person that allows them more agility and heightened physical capabilities as well. This range of power that she has can extend to about 120 feet due to years of practicing with animals and inanimate objects in the Wilds. |
46,762 | 1,264 | 101 | 144 | 28 | With a lighthearted chuckle, he recorded the necessary information into his program, and then suddenly, an intriguing necklace came into view, levitating upwards a bit before swaying down and into her awaiting fingers. The elf said, “That’s your identification necklace. All of your room info is on the back, so make sure to always keep it on your person, okay? The one-on-one fights ended already, and you look tired, so I suggest that you head to your room right away so that you can get some rest.”
At those words, the human nodded and quickly headed off to search for her new room. It took a bit of time, but soon she found herself standing before the door of the quarters she was to be occupying during her stay here. She sucked in a nervous breath, the thought of her roommates already being in the room causing for her heart to race, and she simply opened the door and stepped inside.
To her great luck, they weren’t here yet, possibly still returning from the one on one fights that the other being had mentioned beforehand. Brain choosing not to absorb the fresh feel of her new room, Akujo lethargically ambulated to the nearest bed and jumped upon its soft covers, sighing into the pillow before quickly falling asleep. | Name: Maman Akujo (Eastern Naming Order)
Class: Gravitin
Race: Human
Her locks of long, dip-dyed hair flutter annoyingly about her face at a consistent rate due to the unrestrained stream of magic that flows about her. Her large yet strangely colored pink optics hold hearts as pupils instead of the usual spheres. Atop of her head sits the large, lavender witch's hat; tied upon it being pink ribbons with green tinting. Her outfit is that of a dancer; a tight leotard stretched across her slightly chubby figure with fluff on the trimming of the limbs. Naturally golden freckles are dotted about her body, accompanied by a tan skin tone. Lastly, to travel to wherever she wishes, she carries a broomstick that is typical of witches that is wrapped in the same sort of ribbons as the hat.
Power Ranking: A
Classes Chosen to Take: Art and Potion Making
Character's Characteristics: With a passion and enthusiasm that rivals that of so many others, Akujo strives to do the best that she can, especially in subjects that she is particularly intrigued by. Though holding the quality of being a hard worker, she can also become very lazy and complacent, somehow managing to convince herself that she needs no improvement. While this trait frustrates her to no end, she does not have the motivation that is required to fix it. Furthermore, she can be easily excited to learn more about whatever crosses her path, but can just as quickly lose interest as well. She loves being able to spend her available time with others, especially with those that allow her to feel free and like herself, and she hates being alone for extended periods of time. However, after becoming seemingly close with people she can consider to be friends, she tends to distance herself a bit due to the fear of attachment.
Backstory: Akujo had been living alongside her mother and father as an only child until the ripe age of thirteen. Once she became that age, her life had seemed to plummet downwards. Her parents fought more often than ever, to the point that they could not stand to be in each other's presence and split; each one living in a separate home. She had been stuck between the two, constantly moving from one house to another in order to spend an equal period of time with the two people that she cared about the most. However, this soon seemed to change in the upcoming year. At the age of fourteen, a demon had come into her father's home, demolished it, and killed her father. the ashes and flames forever burning themselves into her memory. That very demon had also cursed her with the powers of magic, which she could not control and that caused her friends and remaining family to abandon her to her own devices.It is for this reason that she desired beyond all hope to attend school at Rosewood, for learning how to use and control her magic properly, at the moment, was nothing more than a dream.
Main Powers: Though inexperienced in the movement of objects around her, Akujo is able to change the gravity around her from a crushing weight upon one's self to a lightness around a person that allows them more agility and heightened physical capabilities as well. This range of power that she has can extend to about 120 feet due to years of practicing with animals and inanimate objects in the Wilds. |
46,763 | 1,264 | 102 | 1,576 | 358 | Nodah's eyes narrowed into a squint at Desdemona's words, recognising a prideful tone. If she imagines me easily vanquished in battle, mightn't it serve my interests better to play the image? he thought, removing the squint in exchange for a wane grin, and bowing his head. "May he, or she," he agreed.
"After you have confirmed the opponent whom you will be facing, please make your way over to the designated training rooms. Be sure to have your identification necklaces ready - they will need to be scanned in order for you to proceed." Nodah waved a hand forward. "After you," he said, and waited for Desdemona to begin moving first before he fell into loping step beside her to the training rooms.
They came to the quickly-growing line for the doors. Nodah stared at Desdemona, molten hazel eyes peering down at her, assessing. When they were at the front of the line, Nodah gestured for the demon to step through first, before he promptly followed, only to find himself alone in a hallway that seemed to lead on for eons. If I were to walk this path, he thought vacantly, where might I find my journey's end? He scanned his student identification, the miniature eagle pendant winking dully in the dim light. "You may proceed, Nodah Listig." The walls of the far-stretching hallway dissolved to give way to a room that seemed suitable for combat, and Nodah stepped in, looking around to find Desdemona already in the room.
He closed the door behind him, and it slammed with finality, dissipating as well. "It appears nothing lingers long here," Nodah said to no one in particular, walking the edges of the room, fingers forming depressions in the foamy walls that bloomed full with passage of time. Would the same hold true of the feuds and bitter defeats they stood to conceive here? He turned on his heel abruptly, to face Desdemona. "You seem intent on winning," he said, indicating Desdemona's competitive streak. It is as shallow as the oceans, was his wry thought. "I take it you came to Rosewood with ambition in your heart." A Why? dangled precariously from the tip of his tongue, but he clamped his mouth shut before it could fall between him and Desdemona. Prod a vessel too relentlessly, and you risked it imploding. Nonetheless, the unsaid question invited her to answer. | Name: Nodah Listig
Class: Gravitin
Race: Human
Appearance: Lanky and tall. Light hazel hair is always tousled and messy. 175 centimeters tall, and 54 kilogrammes heavy. Light on his feet, with dexterous fingers. Looks delicate, but is more than capable of holding his own. Default eye colour is blue. (Any Other Info)
Power Ranking: A
Elective Classes: Magical History; Potion Making
Character's Characteristics: Nodah is a diplomat at heart. His policy is one of caution: never burn bridges before you have walked them. He follows whatever means necessary to attain what he desires. To him, life is to be played as a game. His humour is sly, and his deeds always coldly-calculated. Nodah is wont to keep his distance, while exuding undisputed and amiable confidence. He grins easily. He is skilled and well-versed with his powers, but would rather appear as one of the best rather than the best.
Main Power(s): Manipulating the movement of objects, and summoning them. He enjoys making merchandise fly off shelves in shops, out of mischief, boredom, or a partnership of both.
Backstory: He came from parents who were so enthralled in the throes of their dissolving marriage, that their son ceased to hold significant importance in their eyes. Nodah despised being invisible to them as they erupted and then tiptoed, brawled and then retreated, drunk and strung high on the destructive nature of their clashes. While they were occupied with their perpetual tango, he focused on discovering his powers. For a boy who’d known only camouflage and dismissal, the magic he wielded was his one crutch, and saving grace. He has come to highly-value his powers, for they gave him first belief in his worth.
Any Other Info: Nodah is in reality deeply insecure, and is subject to nightmares and anxiety often. Not that he would let anyone know, however. Also, with his volatile emotions, his eye colour is subject to changes according to his mood. It is a quirk he is unable to properly explain. |
46,764 | 1,264 | 103 | 2,788 | 1,595 | After you have confirmed the opponent whom you will be facing, please make your way over to the designated training rooms. Be sure to have your identification necklaces ready - they will need to be scanned in order for you to proceed. Mischa noticed the growing line for the training room doors and chose to head for it. he looked around to see if he could see the skates human before heading into the training room but unfortunately didn't before he reached the front and faced the hallway. he swiped the necklace across the scanner and waited until he was told to proceed before entering the combat room, he didn't find his opponent within so he sat with his legs crossed on the floor and waited for the arrival of his this human on skates. | Mischa Ezkalion
Death's grasp could not contain him
yet life's hands could not catch him |
46,765 | 1,264 | 104 | 1,742 | 33 | Rowan Delacroix
Rowan was shaken out of her trance by the familiar voice that echoed from behind her. Her shoulders tensed up from the abruptness and she kept her head lowered. With her face out of view, she was able to avoid the stare of the other concerned party. "Are you sure you want to fight now? You are exhausted. I can conjure false weapons to practice drills. That way you can have energy for the 3x3 battle. There isn't a penalty for not fighting now. If we are to fight, I would prefer that you had the energy for it. But I will accept your decision whatever it is." Leval chimed in apprehensively, clearing expressing his unease. She opened her mouth to respond, but she hesitated as thoughts started to fill her mind with different scenarios. "He is certainly a creature with great solicitude. Maybe I should hold his words in high esteem?" Rowan lifted her chin to meet the gaze of the tall human. "His visage is one of sincerity- but what if it is simply a facade?" She stood motionless as examined Leval.
"It could just be an attempt to automatically win the battle- although the odds may already be in his favor. I must be wary." With that thought in mind, Rowan moved to close the distance between them only by a few steps. She looked up to face her opponent properly, being sure to show him her full expression. Her stoic face had a hint of determination, and her gray eyes flickered up at Leval. She stared at him unblinkingly. After another pause, she finally spoke with a quiet, steady voice. "I am undeserving of your worry, Leval Lamrue. However, I will not back down from this class." She slowly stepped back from Leval, lowering her eyes once again. "I will put my all into this battle, and I hope you will as well." Without looking up, the vampire pulled her cloak along with her as she turned to walk towards the forming line of C students. She kept to herself while she waited on the line. Once she arrived at the door, she looked into the dark abyss that was the hallway.
Rowan flinched when the scanner appeared and requested for her to scan her ID. "This school will require much tolerance for the unexpected..." She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. When the all-white training room replaced the hallway, she stepped into the area only to feel a light tingling sensation envelope her body. "As you wait for your opponent, please note that an individual protective barrier has been activated upon entering the room. This shield will assure your safety during the match." Rowan held out her arms out before her and checked her palms as well as the back of her hands. "Proper precautions were taken to avoid injury, but how much of a buffer is this shield?" As she pondered, she paced over to one of the cushioned walls and pressed her hand against it, which left a visible imprint. | Name: Rowan Delacroix
Class: Necromancer
Race: Vampire
Appearance:
Rather small frame, measures around 5'2" with flowing black hair that compliments her gray irises
Power Ranking: C
Electives:
-Potion Making
-Art
Character's Characteristics: Extremely shy and reserved. Keeps to herself, rarely expresses emotions- stoic.
Main Power based on Class: Summons spirits to communicate/gain insight of the very near future
Backstory: Born into a rich bloodline of royalty, Rowan has a pure heritage spanning out before her. She is heir to the Delacroix family as a result of a tragic incident regarding her eldest brother, Lucius. Her repressed methods of dealing with strangers may be a direct result of the traumatizing experience that many still do not know the full details of to this day.
Any Other Info: Her hair gains a streak of white when under pressure/during use of magic, and can transform into a bat if the situation calls for it. |
46,766 | 1,264 | 105 | 231 | 133 | Zensei Zaza
As Zensei repeatedly lifted the dumbbell, a familiar voice assaulted him from behind. "Ready to go?" It said while laughing, causing Zensei to drop the weight and quickly spin around. "Zephyr." he whispered to himself, starting towards his designated line. "Ready to go ape shit on yo' ass!" He yelled and accelerated.
After what seemed like forever, a kiosk appeared in front of him. "Please swipe your identification card over the scanner." Zensei thought that the voice was cute, so he smiled when he swiped his glistening green wing shaped card under a blue light. "You may proceed, Zensei Zaza." He blew a kiss and winked at the machine as he flew down the long hallway. "I hope to see you again cutie." Following his flirtatious attitude, the walls of the never ending hallway transformed into a thickly padded white room. "As you wait for your opponent, please note that an individual protective barrier has been activated upon entering the room. This shield will assure your safety during the match, only allowing minor injuries during combat. You lose when your shield's health depletes and it's glow dissipates." This excited Zensei very much. He began punching the padded walls and spinning around in the air while he waited for his opponent. | Name: Zensei Zaza
Class: Gravitin
Race: Pixie
Appearance (Picture or Description or Both): (Ignore the flower xD)
Power Ranking (Look at "School Info" in the Doc): B
Pick 2 Classes of your Choice (Combat Training, Survival, and Spell Casting are required for all students.):
1. Potion Making
2. Art
Character's Characteristics: Very flirtatious, likes to spy on people in the shower, very hyper when eats sugar. Also attempts to be a bad bitch like Nicki Minaj or Azealia Banks
Main Power(s) based on Class: Making things rise then slamming them on the ground, opening locks from the outside.
Backstory (If Any): Zensei had a very creepy childhood. His mom was a black widow and his dad was a magical butterfly. Every day he had to eat bugs his mom caught for him. But one day his mom ate his dad, he cried for days on days. Afraid of what his mom would do next, he fled, almost getting jumped by her. Through all the fog he saw the gates to what looked like a college for magical creatures, and at that moment decided to attend. Also a lot of hot people will probably attend so that's another reason.
Any Other Info, if any: Has green sparkles/green glow. Favorite color is green. Loves to paint with sparkles. |
46,767 | 1,264 | 106 | 1,368 | 222 | Leval Lamrue
Leval watched Rowan stride forward and look him full in the face, with courage and determination clear in her expression. "I am undeserving of your worry, Leval Lamrue. However, I will not back down from this class. I will put my all into this battle, and I hope you will as well." She pulled down her hood. and joined the line of C students. He let out a huge breath slightly relaxing the nervous tension that had begun forming in the pit of this stomach. 'I told her I would respect her choice, so all out it is.' He clenched his fists together and gulped. He walked over to the C line, his illusory form growing even larger and more muscular, the spikes extended further from his body and more began to sprout along the back of his arms, two particularly wicked point jettisoning out from his elbows. His teeth elongated into canine fangs in his mouth. He moved quickly through the line swiping his ID, and entered the room.
"Form one: Venom." Glistening green droplets began rapidly pouring down from his head, falling from his illusionary body giving a sizzling sound as they hit the white floor of the training. His illusory clothes appeared pierced and burned by the excessive changes. He reached into one of his pockets turned one of his light gloves to a moderate setting, and performed a quick Weave on the light. When he withdrew his hand, his illusion was wielding an exact duplicate of the rifle the Nocturne that had stolen his bed had left on the floor. 'Step one, exhaust her further.' His illusion began to fire rapidly, missing her by a hair's breadth everytime. The illusory bullets sound rang loud and true as they impacted the room. Inside the illusion, Leval tracked her movements focusing on keeping her on the defensive. | Name: Leval Lamrue
Class: Illusionist
Race: Human
Appearance (Picture or Description or Both): In reality, Leval is 5’3” at 132 pounds. He keeps his brown hair cropped short to his head except for a small tuft in the front of his hair, which he takes a lot of pride in. His face is lightly freckled on his tan skin and his eyes are hazel. He has a slight overbite and a rather large nose. However, when Leval has his illusion up he most often appears as a rather idealized, intimidating version of himself.
Power Ranking: C
Electives:
-Magical History
-Potion Making
Character's Characteristics: Leval is a born liar and rather cowardly at times, though he pretends otherwise. However, when the cards are on the table Leval will stand up for those who treat him with respect. He is more curious about the world around him and loves learning about magic and history.
Main Power(s) based on Class: Appearance Illusions. Leval’s illusion magic is based in changing his appearance and the way other people perceive him. This power can change from appearing as someone else to illusory shapeshifting where it appears as though he is giant in form or wielding any type of weapon he can imagine. However, he has not mastered controlling the sense of touch so these illusions are easily seen through if someone tries to physically touch one. Knowing that Leval tries to make himself look as intimidating as possible to scare off his opponents.
Backstory (If Any): Leval was born in a small village where he was frequently targeted for his small size. When his magic manifested, his parents took him to a larger village where he could learn to control his power. They were always supportive and Leval takes care to write them as often as he can. Leval devoured all the books he could about magic and history and went off to Rosewood to satisfy his rampant curiousity
Any Other Info, if any: Leval has a pair of gloves with a small lightning opal attached to the top that produce light in a beam in front of him acting as a powerful flashlight. They were a gift from his parents. |
46,768 | 1,264 | 107 | 1,543 | 198 | Zephyr
Zephyr smirked and followed Zensei, swiping his card and entering the training room. He cocked his head to the side, listening to the voice that informed the about the shield. He looked at Zensei curiously, watching him punch the walls, and smirked. Well if Zensei wanted to get close enough to take a punch at him, he was very welcome to try. He looked down at the floor. Thankfully, it wasn't padded like the walls, but was probably reinforced as well. Zephyr leaned against the wall and observed the pixie for a while, establishing a relationship with the wood as he did so. Plants would be easier to call up that way. Slowly and silently, plants grew round his ankles, anchoring him so that he wouldn't be affected too much by whatever changes in gravity his opponent exerted. If Zensei noticed, it still wouldn't be too much of a disadvantage.
"Ready when you are," he said casually. | Name: Lance Delmero
Class: Essentia
Race: Elf
Appearance:
Power Ranking: A
Electives: Art, Potion making
Character's Characteristics: Lance is an adventurous guy. Charismatic, good at making conversation, and easy going. He cracks jokes, likes to laugh, and makes everything seem effortless. He's also wildly competitive, and very possessive. Overall, he's pretty good natured. His anger isn't the furious kind, but the quiet, cold kind and he can hold grudges. Most of the time, though, he's fun to be around.
Main Powers: Particularly good with frost, ice, snow and water in general.
Backstory: Elves are a generally aloof race. Lance, who loves to explore everywhere
and meet everyone in the funniest way possible doesn't really fit into the mould, and was sent to Rosewood by his parents in an attempt to steer him towards something useful after he returned from a particularly disastrous adventure involving two incubi and a lot of snow.
Other: Lance likes animals a lot. Especially cats. |
46,769 | 1,264 | 108 | 2,422 | 1,600 | Reas Grimorea
Reas entered the combat room after scanning his pendant at the entrance and looked around stomping on the wooden floor noting that it was solid. He look at who he suspected was Mischa sitting on the floor and nodded to him before sitting down himself and pulling out his magic adapters to put back into his skates, "I want to fight a full speed, you don't mind do you?". As he did this he took in the details of the nocturn in front of him trying to think of a plan to counter the ranged aspect of the gun that he was toting. "At least we can go an bust up this room if we need to during our fight, right" Reas said as he finished plugging the adapters in and felt a rush of power as he visibly got more energize.
After Reas was satisfied with the function of this wheels he sped over to a wall and pulled his fist back and let go a thundering punch that sent a Shockwave up the walls of the room but didn't break them. "Good, good." he said in an almost whisper like tone before he started stretching waiting for his opponent to do whatever he was doing. The stretching Reas was doing focused mainly on his arms legs and back, loosening the muscles and joints in the areas. The human probably didn't look much to the nocturn but he was about to get a lot more than he could handle. | Name:
Reas Grimorea
Class:
Illusionist
Race:
Human
Appearance:
5'6" tall / 127 lb not much muscle tone but looks solid. instaed of the red sweat shirt it is black
Power Ranking:
A
Pick 2 Classes of your Choice:
1. Art
2. Cooking
Character's Characteristics:
Very studious, Never without his Rollerblades, Likes sour foods but doesn't eat much, likes to practice regular boxing and a modified style of Kick-boxing which revolves around using his Rollerblades as a means of accelerating his legs to insane speeds. He has a bad habit of being stobborn when faced with a challenge, though is often nice to others who share interests with him.
Main Power(s) based on Class:
Adept at making enviromental illusions such as producing realistic fire and refracting light to blend in with his surroundings.
Backstory:
The son of a Skilled Mechanic and average magician who was badly injured when he refused to pay the local crooks "Chimera". Reas was given his Rollerblades a few weeks before he came to Rosewood where he is usually the quiet one in class.
Reas is always riding his rollerblades, so much in fact that most dont see him wearing any other shoes but there is a good reason for this as they help channel his powers. He was born with the medical condition "Muscle Hypertrophy" which caused his muscles to over develop as a kid and has increased his strength by 10 times which earned him the name cyclop's hammer from his strength.
Any Other Info:
Constantly has a ribbon of illusionary fire wrapped around his leg as a reminder of his quest to get revenge on the thugs that hurt his father. Will ride his Rollerblades in any enviroment as they are powered by his magic allowing him to push his speed to the limit and beyond as well as boost his general leg power (jumping, running, ETC), Reas was known to get into fights and had earned the nickname cyclop's hammer for his strong punches that were like being hit with his namesake weapon |
46,770 | 1,264 | 109 | 1,742 | 33 | Rowan Delacroix
Rowan turned to face her opponent after hearing his deep voice cut through the silence, followed by the consistent sound of something burning. She furrowed her brows at how grotesque Leval had become. Her eyes trailed down to the rifle equipped in one hand. Stopping to admire its intricate designs was not going to benefit her during the battle, and she had no time to hesitate either. As bullets were propelled towards her, she proceeded to evade the line of fire to the best of her ability. "I must get to the cross...-" She side stepped with languid movements while scanning the wooden panels for the image she had drawn earlier. However, she came to the realization that she hadn't redrawn the conjuring circle when she had entered the designated training room. "Curses! How could I have forgotten?" Rowan came to a sudden halt and pulled the whole of her robe forward to obscure Leval's vision.
While she created a small window of time, she transformed into a bat, darting aimlessly around the room to disorient her opponent as she gathered her bearings. Tiny squeals emanated from the small winged creature as it dove towards Leval with great speed- Rowan appeared to be shooting for his head when in all reality, she was headed straight for his ankle. Her aim was to latch onto the limb with her newly formed claws. | Name: Rowan Delacroix
Class: Necromancer
Race: Vampire
Appearance:
Rather small frame, measures around 5'2" with flowing black hair that compliments her gray irises
Power Ranking: C
Electives:
-Potion Making
-Art
Character's Characteristics: Extremely shy and reserved. Keeps to herself, rarely expresses emotions- stoic.
Main Power based on Class: Summons spirits to communicate/gain insight of the very near future
Backstory: Born into a rich bloodline of royalty, Rowan has a pure heritage spanning out before her. She is heir to the Delacroix family as a result of a tragic incident regarding her eldest brother, Lucius. Her repressed methods of dealing with strangers may be a direct result of the traumatizing experience that many still do not know the full details of to this day.
Any Other Info: Her hair gains a streak of white when under pressure/during use of magic, and can transform into a bat if the situation calls for it. |
46,771 | 1,264 | 110 | 1,368 | 222 | Leval Lamrue
Rowan was moving fast, which Leval had expected, when she stopped suddenly and whipped her robe around her. Leval stopped the illusion from accidently hitting her and giving away the trick. He blinked, and where Rowan had stood a bat flew. It started flying rapidly all over the room in confusing patterns. "Vampire!" he realized with a flash. She flew up over head and began a dive towards his head, moving rapidly. 'No time for a Weave!' He raised his left hand above his head aiming right at the bat's eyes. "Sunlight Lance!". He called out using the same strong intonation he used when he announced that he was in some type of venom form. He activated his light to its highest setting in a narrow beam. Leval wasn't sure if normal light was that effective against vampires, but at the very least he hoped the sudden blinding light and his lie of it being sunlight would disrupt her attack. The beam of light burst through his illusions fanged mouth at Rowan. | Name: Leval Lamrue
Class: Illusionist
Race: Human
Appearance (Picture or Description or Both): In reality, Leval is 5’3” at 132 pounds. He keeps his brown hair cropped short to his head except for a small tuft in the front of his hair, which he takes a lot of pride in. His face is lightly freckled on his tan skin and his eyes are hazel. He has a slight overbite and a rather large nose. However, when Leval has his illusion up he most often appears as a rather idealized, intimidating version of himself.
Power Ranking: C
Electives:
-Magical History
-Potion Making
Character's Characteristics: Leval is a born liar and rather cowardly at times, though he pretends otherwise. However, when the cards are on the table Leval will stand up for those who treat him with respect. He is more curious about the world around him and loves learning about magic and history.
Main Power(s) based on Class: Appearance Illusions. Leval’s illusion magic is based in changing his appearance and the way other people perceive him. This power can change from appearing as someone else to illusory shapeshifting where it appears as though he is giant in form or wielding any type of weapon he can imagine. However, he has not mastered controlling the sense of touch so these illusions are easily seen through if someone tries to physically touch one. Knowing that Leval tries to make himself look as intimidating as possible to scare off his opponents.
Backstory (If Any): Leval was born in a small village where he was frequently targeted for his small size. When his magic manifested, his parents took him to a larger village where he could learn to control his power. They were always supportive and Leval takes care to write them as often as he can. Leval devoured all the books he could about magic and history and went off to Rosewood to satisfy his rampant curiousity
Any Other Info, if any: Leval has a pair of gloves with a small lightning opal attached to the top that produce light in a beam in front of him acting as a powerful flashlight. They were a gift from his parents. |
46,772 | 1,264 | 111 | 1,742 | 33 | Rowan Delacroix
The bat lunged at Leval at high velocity, drawing her wings closer to her body in order to maintain the speed. Convinced she would reach her destination successfully, Rowan opened her fanged mouth and prepared for impact. However, a stern shout followed by a blinding light threw her completely off guard. She attempted to stop herself before she collided with the ground. Instead, she managed to steer herself into the padded wall. The cushions prevented any further injury, and she descended carefully to the floor. "It's no use. I won't be able to get close to him at this rate." Rowan used the few seconds she had to gather her thoughts. Her vision was still blurred, but she was certain the effect the light had on her wasn't similar to sunlight.
Rowan reverted back to her bodily form. She remained crouching for a moment, a dark fog surrounding her as a result of her conversion. Now's my chance...! Using the thick smoke that obscured her for a few brief moments, Rowan sank her fangs into her wrist, procuring the small amount of blood she had in her corpse-like body. With the crimson substance, she used her dominant hand and coated her index finger with it. Shakily, she traced a very crude image of a crescent moon on the wooden panels. The blood emitted a faint red glow, soon replaced with a black aura that rose like steam. Suddenly, a hand rose from the ground and Rowan entwined her fingers with the spirit's. The hand disappeared on contact, but it's voice echoed in the back of her mind. "Be wary- that creature you are facing is very cunning. However, do not be afraid to face him head on."
Rowan closed her eyes and rose from the ground as the fog cleared completely. There she stood, a new air of confidence around her as she smoothed out her hair, now laced with a thick white streak passing along her right side. Regardless, she still felt exceptionally weak, especially after summoning a spirit for assistance. She raised her arms out by her sides and opened her eyes, revealing her gray irises that had gone pale, along with her pupils that had vanish. Rowan stood still, awaiting Leval's next move. "Come." Her voice carried throughout the room, prone to send a shiver down any weak creatures spine. | Name: Rowan Delacroix
Class: Necromancer
Race: Vampire
Appearance:
Rather small frame, measures around 5'2" with flowing black hair that compliments her gray irises
Power Ranking: C
Electives:
-Potion Making
-Art
Character's Characteristics: Extremely shy and reserved. Keeps to herself, rarely expresses emotions- stoic.
Main Power based on Class: Summons spirits to communicate/gain insight of the very near future
Backstory: Born into a rich bloodline of royalty, Rowan has a pure heritage spanning out before her. She is heir to the Delacroix family as a result of a tragic incident regarding her eldest brother, Lucius. Her repressed methods of dealing with strangers may be a direct result of the traumatizing experience that many still do not know the full details of to this day.
Any Other Info: Her hair gains a streak of white when under pressure/during use of magic, and can transform into a bat if the situation calls for it. |
46,773 | 1,264 | 112 | 1,706 | 30 | Dᴇsᴅᴇᴍᴏɴᴀ Cᴏʀᴄᴇʟʟᴀ
"May he, or she," Nodah grins. “After you have confirmed the opponent whom you will be facing, please make your way over to the designated training rooms. Be sure to have your identification necklaces ready - they will need to be scanned in order for you to proceed.” after the announcement, Nodah gestures for Desdemona to move first, “After you.” he says. She makes her way to the A rank line eventually reaching a kiosk, "Please swipe your identification card over the scanner." Following the instruction she moves her necklace past the scanner, “You may proceed, Desdemona Corcella."
The endless hallway morphed into the training room, Desdemona entered analyzing the design. "As you wait for your opponent, please note that an individual protective barrier has been activated upon entering the room. This shield will assure your safety during the match." a voice states, “Good to know I won’t die in here.” Desdemona feels somewhat relieved. Nodah reached the chamber soon after, “You seem intent on winning,” he observed her competitiveness, "I take it you came to Rosewood with ambition in your heart." Nodah continues.
There was no denying that Desdemona was very ambitious. Ever since she was young, her family taught her to aspire for greatness, achieving anything less was unacceptable. Not wanting to disappoint, Desdemona made being the best her goal in life.
“I definitely have a lot of ambition. I came to Rosewood with one goal; to be the top student.” unaccustomed to failure, she had no intention to let this spar end in defeat. | Name: Dᴇsᴅᴇᴍᴏɴᴀ Cᴏʀᴄᴇʟʟᴀ
Class: Nᴇᴄʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇʀ
Race: Dᴇᴍᴏɴ
Appearance:
5'4" tall/Curvy Build
Power Ranking: A
Electives:
-Magical History
-Potion Making
Character's Characteristics:
Ruthless and arrogant. She loves a good challenge and is definitely someone you shouldn't get on the bad side of. Has a soft spot for cats.
Main powers: Uses harvested magic of the dead as a way to amplify her own strength. Can resurrect dead creatures for various amounts of time depending on how strong the creature is.
Backstory: Desdemona Corcella has been through rigorous magical training her whole life. She has fought the dangerous creatures in the Barren Lands and Wilds, and has been accustomed to death from a young age. As the sole heir of a world-renowned family of demons, she has to maintain the tradition of dominating any competition with the use of powerful necromancy. Desdemona's family holds her to a very high standard, and doesn't accept any failures. Any level of disappointment will result in extreme punishments and because of this Desdemona has devoted most of her efforts into becoming the best at everything she does. Desdemona is currently at Rosewood and sees it as another test to prove her superiority to her family.
Other info: Dislikes Pixies, she sees them as being annoying bugs and wishes she could squash them all. |
46,774 | 1,264 | 113 | 1,368 | 222 | Leval Lamrue
The bat careened off course, slamming into the wall rather than the floor like he had hoped. Her shield probably would've kept her from too much harm anyway. Leval hung back as a dark fog surrounded her, he had a few seconds to breathe and prepare for his next step. 'Step two: Attack' With a fast Weave, his illusory arms began to swell to the size of tree trunks, spikes bristling all over his arms. The green droplets of acid coating his body ran down the spikes, drippling illusory death on the floor. Leval turned his flashlight off as he prepared for his hopefully final attack. 'I'm sure glad that I limbered up for this. The dark fog began to fade and Leval saw Rowan's figure rise.
Leval was immediately on the defensive. Something had shifted about her, her Weave had tightened reinforced by strands of a dark, blood red string woven throughout slowly shifting its color to a pure snow white that connected to the streak of white in her hair. Her eyes had gone entirely pale with no irises, Leval looked slightly to one side of them. He did not want to gaze into those eyes for too long. "Come." The voice sent shiver's down his spine, dread draining the heat from his limbs. At that moment, Leval knew that his tricks for keeping her away from him would not work. The power of the confidence resounding in that one word, spoke clearly that she would fight through whatever trickery he presented to her. 'Can I actually win this? Maybe I should surrender now...' However, Rowan had asked him to fight with all his strength. He looked her dead in the eyes and said, "Let's finish it then."
He charged the waiting Rowan, lifting up both of his now massive illusory arms high above his head. He let out a bellow of exaggerated strength and power. Inside the illusion, Leval sprinted forward as fast as his quick legs could take him. When he was within range he had his illusion swing down its arms appearing to use all of its massive strength. Below, Leval dropped to his back, raised both legs to his chest and kicked upward at Rowan's stomach with all the strength he could muster from both of his legs. | Name: Leval Lamrue
Class: Illusionist
Race: Human
Appearance (Picture or Description or Both): In reality, Leval is 5’3” at 132 pounds. He keeps his brown hair cropped short to his head except for a small tuft in the front of his hair, which he takes a lot of pride in. His face is lightly freckled on his tan skin and his eyes are hazel. He has a slight overbite and a rather large nose. However, when Leval has his illusion up he most often appears as a rather idealized, intimidating version of himself.
Power Ranking: C
Electives:
-Magical History
-Potion Making
Character's Characteristics: Leval is a born liar and rather cowardly at times, though he pretends otherwise. However, when the cards are on the table Leval will stand up for those who treat him with respect. He is more curious about the world around him and loves learning about magic and history.
Main Power(s) based on Class: Appearance Illusions. Leval’s illusion magic is based in changing his appearance and the way other people perceive him. This power can change from appearing as someone else to illusory shapeshifting where it appears as though he is giant in form or wielding any type of weapon he can imagine. However, he has not mastered controlling the sense of touch so these illusions are easily seen through if someone tries to physically touch one. Knowing that Leval tries to make himself look as intimidating as possible to scare off his opponents.
Backstory (If Any): Leval was born in a small village where he was frequently targeted for his small size. When his magic manifested, his parents took him to a larger village where he could learn to control his power. They were always supportive and Leval takes care to write them as often as he can. Leval devoured all the books he could about magic and history and went off to Rosewood to satisfy his rampant curiousity
Any Other Info, if any: Leval has a pair of gloves with a small lightning opal attached to the top that produce light in a beam in front of him acting as a powerful flashlight. They were a gift from his parents. |
46,775 | 1,264 | 114 | 1,742 | 33 | Rowan Delacroix
Rowan remained resolute as her opponent's body charged straight at her, his monstrous arms swinging down at her with what appeared to be a lethal blow. Not one second was wasted while she stood motionless, observing the limbering figure that came barreling in her direction. Her focus was trained on the blow that was coming from above her, swiftly bringing a hand upward to deflect the hit. However, a sudden strike connected with her stomach, causing her to wince from the unexpected impact. Rowan had not expected this, and she skidded backwards until she stopped herself with her hands digging into the ground. In a crouching position, she clutched her torso in an attempt to figure out what could have hit her without any detection.
A kick? The vampire rebounded from her stance and dashed at full speed towards Leval, her arms tucked neatly by her sides in preparation for an attack. He does not appear to be fazed in the slightest- the time has come to change that. She became a blur as she gained momentum quickly. Darting from side to side as a distraction, Rowan finally slid on the ground to perform a low sweeping kick at her foe's legs. | Name: Rowan Delacroix
Class: Necromancer
Race: Vampire
Appearance:
Rather small frame, measures around 5'2" with flowing black hair that compliments her gray irises
Power Ranking: C
Electives:
-Potion Making
-Art
Character's Characteristics: Extremely shy and reserved. Keeps to herself, rarely expresses emotions- stoic.
Main Power based on Class: Summons spirits to communicate/gain insight of the very near future
Backstory: Born into a rich bloodline of royalty, Rowan has a pure heritage spanning out before her. She is heir to the Delacroix family as a result of a tragic incident regarding her eldest brother, Lucius. Her repressed methods of dealing with strangers may be a direct result of the traumatizing experience that many still do not know the full details of to this day.
Any Other Info: Her hair gains a streak of white when under pressure/during use of magic, and can transform into a bat if the situation calls for it. |
46,776 | 1,264 | 115 | 1,576 | 358 | Nodah Listig
“I definitely have a lot of ambition. I came to Rosewood with one goal; to be the top student.” Nodah listened to Desdemona's words, and nodded. "A valiant goal, to be sure. One you undoubtedly share with at least one other student in this school." Would he be forgiven if this duel did not end with Desdemona's victory? It would be a petty affair, certainly, but Nodah had spent his life handling spite, and it seemed everyone would be happier for it if they tread cautiously around each other. His eyes raked over Desdemona. Would she be a good ally? He knew not, however...bridges and burning, he supposed.
Decided, Nodah walked until he stood across the room facing Desdemona. One foot slid behind the other, widening his stance. He recalled the message about protective barriers. Mayhaps restraint is not part and parcel of the curriculum, he thought, thinking about the knives hidden beneath the edge of his shirt. He put a hand on his hip, felt the handles of his daggers, and was soothed.
Casting an aimless gaze around the room, he asked, "Are we meant to begin unprompted? Or is there an examiner whose arrival we should await?" His eyes settled on Desdemona, and they flashed yellow. A smile tugged at the corners of his lips. "Does this seem barbaric to you? Placing two students in a room and pitting them against each other. Or is it merely necessary?" Learning discipline might not have been an intended lesson, but Nodah might as well preach it for all it was worth. | Name: Nodah Listig
Class: Gravitin
Race: Human
Appearance: Lanky and tall. Light hazel hair is always tousled and messy. 175 centimeters tall, and 54 kilogrammes heavy. Light on his feet, with dexterous fingers. Looks delicate, but is more than capable of holding his own. Default eye colour is blue. (Any Other Info)
Power Ranking: A
Elective Classes: Magical History; Potion Making
Character's Characteristics: Nodah is a diplomat at heart. His policy is one of caution: never burn bridges before you have walked them. He follows whatever means necessary to attain what he desires. To him, life is to be played as a game. His humour is sly, and his deeds always coldly-calculated. Nodah is wont to keep his distance, while exuding undisputed and amiable confidence. He grins easily. He is skilled and well-versed with his powers, but would rather appear as one of the best rather than the best.
Main Power(s): Manipulating the movement of objects, and summoning them. He enjoys making merchandise fly off shelves in shops, out of mischief, boredom, or a partnership of both.
Backstory: He came from parents who were so enthralled in the throes of their dissolving marriage, that their son ceased to hold significant importance in their eyes. Nodah despised being invisible to them as they erupted and then tiptoed, brawled and then retreated, drunk and strung high on the destructive nature of their clashes. While they were occupied with their perpetual tango, he focused on discovering his powers. For a boy who’d known only camouflage and dismissal, the magic he wielded was his one crutch, and saving grace. He has come to highly-value his powers, for they gave him first belief in his worth.
Any Other Info: Nodah is in reality deeply insecure, and is subject to nightmares and anxiety often. Not that he would let anyone know, however. Also, with his volatile emotions, his eye colour is subject to changes according to his mood. It is a quirk he is unable to properly explain. |
46,777 | 1,264 | 116 | 231 | 133 | Zensei Zaza
"Ready when you are," Zephyr casually said, making Zensei spin around and hiss. He darted towards the far left side of the demon, coming to a quick stop when he was parallel with his scaly arm. Using gravity on himself, he blasted across Zephyrs pale face while keeping about a foot of distance from hitting it. While passing by, he strengthened his glow and threw some sparkles out at Zephyr's pitch black irises in attempt to blind him. Zensei had never done anything like that before, so he looked back to see if it even had any effect on the giant. | Name: Zensei Zaza
Class: Gravitin
Race: Pixie
Appearance (Picture or Description or Both): (Ignore the flower xD)
Power Ranking (Look at "School Info" in the Doc): B
Pick 2 Classes of your Choice (Combat Training, Survival, and Spell Casting are required for all students.):
1. Potion Making
2. Art
Character's Characteristics: Very flirtatious, likes to spy on people in the shower, very hyper when eats sugar. Also attempts to be a bad bitch like Nicki Minaj or Azealia Banks
Main Power(s) based on Class: Making things rise then slamming them on the ground, opening locks from the outside.
Backstory (If Any): Zensei had a very creepy childhood. His mom was a black widow and his dad was a magical butterfly. Every day he had to eat bugs his mom caught for him. But one day his mom ate his dad, he cried for days on days. Afraid of what his mom would do next, he fled, almost getting jumped by her. Through all the fog he saw the gates to what looked like a college for magical creatures, and at that moment decided to attend. Also a lot of hot people will probably attend so that's another reason.
Any Other Info, if any: Has green sparkles/green glow. Favorite color is green. Loves to paint with sparkles. |
46,778 | 1,264 | 117 | 1,368 | 222 | Leval Lamrue
Leval looked forward at Rowan, the attack to her stomach did not seem to be as effective as he might have hoped. He grimaced, breathing heavily after the heavy magical and physical exertion of the fight. Rowan tucked her arms in and moved forward quickly. Her body actually began to blur, she slid forward and delivered a sweeping kick to the illusory legs, otherwise known as Leval's skull. However, for all her speed she had to move a fair distance, Leval only had to roll 10 inches to one side to avoid the blow. Still, as he moved her foot managed to clip his shoulder, the same shoulder he had injured the day before. The pain that had subsided from the morning came back with a vengeance. He rolled away, his illusion leaping back ward to avoid the blow using the image of a spike to mask the blow that had connected.
He sat up, clutching his damaged shoulder. "So, left arm is out then. Lovely. Step three then." His illusory form opened its mouth wide, dislocating its jaw, mist pouring out in a sudden cascade filling the room in a blink of an eye. With that, Leval disconnected himself from the image of the huge figure and tied himself to that of the mist. The illusory figure stood, still clearly visible in the mist. Leval waited till Rowan approached the figure, then had it explode in a dazzling display of light and sound. Like a fireworks, the lights exploded into different patterns casting strange light through the room, each tiny spark popping into its own cascade of light. In the sudden confusion, he rose behind her and aimed his right fist to the back of her skull. | Name: Leval Lamrue
Class: Illusionist
Race: Human
Appearance (Picture or Description or Both): In reality, Leval is 5’3” at 132 pounds. He keeps his brown hair cropped short to his head except for a small tuft in the front of his hair, which he takes a lot of pride in. His face is lightly freckled on his tan skin and his eyes are hazel. He has a slight overbite and a rather large nose. However, when Leval has his illusion up he most often appears as a rather idealized, intimidating version of himself.
Power Ranking: C
Electives:
-Magical History
-Potion Making
Character's Characteristics: Leval is a born liar and rather cowardly at times, though he pretends otherwise. However, when the cards are on the table Leval will stand up for those who treat him with respect. He is more curious about the world around him and loves learning about magic and history.
Main Power(s) based on Class: Appearance Illusions. Leval’s illusion magic is based in changing his appearance and the way other people perceive him. This power can change from appearing as someone else to illusory shapeshifting where it appears as though he is giant in form or wielding any type of weapon he can imagine. However, he has not mastered controlling the sense of touch so these illusions are easily seen through if someone tries to physically touch one. Knowing that Leval tries to make himself look as intimidating as possible to scare off his opponents.
Backstory (If Any): Leval was born in a small village where he was frequently targeted for his small size. When his magic manifested, his parents took him to a larger village where he could learn to control his power. They were always supportive and Leval takes care to write them as often as he can. Leval devoured all the books he could about magic and history and went off to Rosewood to satisfy his rampant curiousity
Any Other Info, if any: Leval has a pair of gloves with a small lightning opal attached to the top that produce light in a beam in front of him acting as a powerful flashlight. They were a gift from his parents. |
46,779 | 1,264 | 118 | 1,543 | 198 | Zephyr
Zephyr couldn't help but be amused by the pixie's sudden ferocity, but stopped laughing as he was blinded. Dammit, dammit, dammit, this is why you're rank B in the first place. Don't be cocky. Thankfully, the blindness passed in a few moments. He saw Zensei to the right of him, wisely keeping a distance as he decided what to do next. Zephyr concentrated on covering the walls with climbing plants then, as quickly as possible since there was no need for stealth- Zensei would notice anyway. As he did so, he shifted his stance and the plants round his ankles with it so that he was facing the pixie. The idea popped into his mind to turn the room into a forest- lots of trees quickly springing up, one would doubtless hit Zensei had at least stun him. However, that was an insane amount of effort and energy needed, and Zephyr had never tried anything like that before. He'd probably end up tired and at a disadvantage, with tiny little saplings waving their leaves at him. The walls covered in seconds, Zephyr shot a branch out towards Zensei, hoping to trap him. | Name: Lance Delmero
Class: Essentia
Race: Elf
Appearance:
Power Ranking: A
Electives: Art, Potion making
Character's Characteristics: Lance is an adventurous guy. Charismatic, good at making conversation, and easy going. He cracks jokes, likes to laugh, and makes everything seem effortless. He's also wildly competitive, and very possessive. Overall, he's pretty good natured. His anger isn't the furious kind, but the quiet, cold kind and he can hold grudges. Most of the time, though, he's fun to be around.
Main Powers: Particularly good with frost, ice, snow and water in general.
Backstory: Elves are a generally aloof race. Lance, who loves to explore everywhere
and meet everyone in the funniest way possible doesn't really fit into the mould, and was sent to Rosewood by his parents in an attempt to steer him towards something useful after he returned from a particularly disastrous adventure involving two incubi and a lot of snow.
Other: Lance likes animals a lot. Especially cats. |
46,780 | 1,264 | 119 | 2,788 | 1,595 | Mischa looked up when he heard someone else enter the room. He saw a human sit down an attach something to his rollerskates 'so this must be Reas' he thought "I want to fight a full speed, you don't mind do you?" Reas said 'so he's going to move around a lot' Mischa thought as he stood up seeing Reas do the same and roll over to a wall sending a punch into it that sent a shockwave up the wall 'avoid being hit' he thought as he continued analyzing his opponent. if he's got speed and strength he's likely to be very melee oriented.
he pulled his rifle off of his back, lightning arced over the weapon as he charged a few rounds to start and he thought over his opponent 'so he's going to move quickly, he's likely got a strong or augmented melee, since we're enclosed in this room it'll be hard to keep away from him' he readied himself and his rifle and slipped into a stance that feigned balance in one direction. he looked at Reas and said "Ready" | Mischa Ezkalion
Death's grasp could not contain him
yet life's hands could not catch him |
46,781 | 1,264 | 120 | 1,742 | 33 | Rowan Delacroix
"My attack was not very effective. Will I even be able to make a dent in this tank?" Rowan rose from the ground only to feel a dull throbbing sensation in her head. She caught herself unsteadily and brought a hand to the side of her face. "Just bear with it for a little longer..." The vampire shook her head to rid herself of the pain. Her attention was then drawn to the malformed human that appeared to be initiating another skill. A shudder went down her spine as she watched Leval's jaw shift abnormally out of place, and her eyes darted around the area when the thick haze filled the capacity of the room.
Rowan's vision was obscured by the fog, but she managed to keep her focus set on the massive silhouette in the distance. "Why is he simply standing there? Is he planning on making use of this smoke?" Rather than dwelling on what the enemy could be doing, Rowan made use of the new state and slithered silently through the mist. Just as she reared up behind her foe, the figure erupted into a chain of lights and disorienting clamor. "D-Decoy?!" She lost her mental composure as her senses were augmented from the sudden explosion. Rowan covered her eyes with both her arms and stumbled backwards, nearly falling flat onto her back. "I cannot see... my hearing is impeded..." She struggled to remain upright and an unknown force crept up behind her while she was distraught. A direct hit to the back of her head sent her body straight to the ground, already listless from overexertion. A groan of pain escaped her lips, and she lay motionless as she succumbed to the numbness that stemmed from the source of impact. For a brief moment, the vampire found her voice, which was very light and hoarse from the lack of energy. "I... lost..." The prominent streak of white faded to black and her eyes began to close, sleep threatening to take over her. | Name: Rowan Delacroix
Class: Necromancer
Race: Vampire
Appearance:
Rather small frame, measures around 5'2" with flowing black hair that compliments her gray irises
Power Ranking: C
Electives:
-Potion Making
-Art
Character's Characteristics: Extremely shy and reserved. Keeps to herself, rarely expresses emotions- stoic.
Main Power based on Class: Summons spirits to communicate/gain insight of the very near future
Backstory: Born into a rich bloodline of royalty, Rowan has a pure heritage spanning out before her. She is heir to the Delacroix family as a result of a tragic incident regarding her eldest brother, Lucius. Her repressed methods of dealing with strangers may be a direct result of the traumatizing experience that many still do not know the full details of to this day.
Any Other Info: Her hair gains a streak of white when under pressure/during use of magic, and can transform into a bat if the situation calls for it. |
46,782 | 1,264 | 121 | 411 | 87 | Nuna Mori
Nuna was excited by the battle to come, but why had she been paired up with an A rank? The joy of being grouped and considered the highest rank was overwhelmed by trivial thoughts. When given her rank, after the test, the announcer stated 'seriously' toward the end. Was this insight to the greater power she withheld, or her actions making amusement for the audience. Am I ready for this? I've been deemed to be a lower rank than what I am about to be presented with... Worried of whom and what strengths her opponent had, she nearly lost composure. She deferred from such a state with her confidence. If anything were to go wrong what's the worst that could happen. Whether it's a mistake or not, I know I'm capable of the test. If not, I've got charm. She was shamed once by obtaining such a degradable rank, which her family would frown upon, and would prevent any further chagrin starting this moment.
"After you have confirmed the opponent whom you will be facing, please make your way over to the designated training rooms. Be sure to have your identification necklaces ready- they will need to be scanned in order for you to proceed." That's my queue. Leaving the previous area with the projection of holograms, she walked briskly to the line to enter the doors. Moments after waiting for people to process, she was dumbfounded by the hallway that almost stretched further at first glance. Stepping forward, as the sound of her heels, hitting the ground, echoed throughout the hallway, it was immediately followed by another that led to her complete stop. She watched as a kiosk materialized in front of her, requiring the scan of her identification necklace. Doing so it retorted, "You may proceed, Nuna Mori."
The hallway walls revealed the room in which combat would take place. Sighting the cat boy, she immediately made the connection that he was Kuroda Daichi. "Please note that an individual protective barrier has been activated upon entering the room. This shield will assure your safety during the match, only allowing minor injuries during combat. You lose when your shield's health depletes and it's glow dissipates." "Kuroda!" She began dashing in his direction as she loosened the vine bound to her hair. It reinforced into a thicker state, as she swung it outward in her advance. She used the 'whip', intending to strike the boy in front of her, as her face showed vicious determination. | Name: Ｋｕｒｏｄａ Ｄａｉｃｈｉ
Class: Ｅｓｓｅｎｔｉａ
Race: Ｎｏｃｔｕｒｎｅ
Appearance:
›Very тαll αɴd ѕleɴder αɴd ѕтαтυre, Dαιcнι мeαѕυreѕ αт αroυɴd 6'3" αɴd υѕυαlly weαrѕ α вlαcĸ вeαɴιe тo cover нιѕ proтrυdιɴɢ ғelιɴe eαrѕ.‹
Power Ranking: Ａ
Electives: Mαgιcαℓ Hιѕтσяу & Ƥσтιση Mαкιηg ✔
Character's Characteristics: Uɴlιĸe нιѕ ιɴтιмιdαтιɴɢ αppeαrαɴce, Dαιcнι ιѕ α very plαyғυl αɴd αpproαcнαвle perѕoɴ wнo loveѕ тo crαcĸ joĸeѕ. Doɴ'т ɢeт oɴ нιѕ вαd ѕιde тнoυɢн; нe вιтeѕ.
Main Powers based on Class: Mαηιƒєѕтαтιση σƒ ǀcє αη∂ Mιѕт- ѕσмєтιмєѕ νєησмσυѕ
Backstory: Born and raised in the well-renowned region of Matara, Daichi was constantly prowling the many heavily crowded swamps in search of something new- something interesting. With that mindset, the adventurous Nocturne decided to embark on a trip away from his large family to The Barren Lands, where he hoped to bring some change to his monotonous life. Of course, such a journey would not be easy; The Barren Lands are not divisions that can be taken lightly. Daichi prefers not to speak much about his experiences in the hazardous areas, but he is certain that this experience helped him to discover the true capacity of his powers, thus leading him to enroll in Rosewood; the school for the gifted.
Other Info: His family consists of 4 sisters and 3 brothers, meaning he comes from a family of 10. He may not look it, but he is also a very family oriented guy who treasures those he cares for and holds dear. The necklace adorned around his neck is always there- it was a gift especially from his deceased grandfather who entrusted it to him as a token of protection. |
46,783 | 1,264 | 122 | 1,368 | 222 | Leval Lamrue
Rowan collapsed to the ground, letting loose a low moan of pain. Leval stood, panting and drenched in sweat, his good arm still outstretched, and the other hanging limply by his side. In a faint voice, Rowan spoke "I... lost...". With that declaration, the white streak of color in hair began to fade back to black. Her eyes closed as well, and her breath made it seem like she was about to fall asleep.
Leval looked down at her, a door exiting the room had appeared at the far wall. He tugged the strings of the Weave, all of the illusions in the room withdrew back into his body. His actual form exposed, he raised his good arm to his mouth and bit the soft flesh of the outside of his thumb. His eyes still stayed up the weakened Rowan before him. He felt a sharp pain that was minor in comparison to his left arm, and blood welled up from the puncture marks. He crouched down and raised his hand about a foot up from Rowan's mouth, letting droplets of blood fall into her slightly open mouth. | Name: Leval Lamrue
Class: Illusionist
Race: Human
Appearance (Picture or Description or Both): In reality, Leval is 5’3” at 132 pounds. He keeps his brown hair cropped short to his head except for a small tuft in the front of his hair, which he takes a lot of pride in. His face is lightly freckled on his tan skin and his eyes are hazel. He has a slight overbite and a rather large nose. However, when Leval has his illusion up he most often appears as a rather idealized, intimidating version of himself.
Power Ranking: C
Electives:
-Magical History
-Potion Making
Character's Characteristics: Leval is a born liar and rather cowardly at times, though he pretends otherwise. However, when the cards are on the table Leval will stand up for those who treat him with respect. He is more curious about the world around him and loves learning about magic and history.
Main Power(s) based on Class: Appearance Illusions. Leval’s illusion magic is based in changing his appearance and the way other people perceive him. This power can change from appearing as someone else to illusory shapeshifting where it appears as though he is giant in form or wielding any type of weapon he can imagine. However, he has not mastered controlling the sense of touch so these illusions are easily seen through if someone tries to physically touch one. Knowing that Leval tries to make himself look as intimidating as possible to scare off his opponents.
Backstory (If Any): Leval was born in a small village where he was frequently targeted for his small size. When his magic manifested, his parents took him to a larger village where he could learn to control his power. They were always supportive and Leval takes care to write them as often as he can. Leval devoured all the books he could about magic and history and went off to Rosewood to satisfy his rampant curiousity
Any Other Info, if any: Leval has a pair of gloves with a small lightning opal attached to the top that produce light in a beam in front of him acting as a powerful flashlight. They were a gift from his parents. |
46,784 | 1,264 | 123 | 1,706 | 30 | Dᴇsᴅᴇᴍᴏɴᴀ Cᴏʀᴄᴇʟʟᴀ
Desdemona watched Nodah walk back increasing the distance between them. He stood in a combat ready stance, “Are we meant to begin unprompted? Or is there an examiner whose arrival we should await?” a smile appears on his face, “Does this seem barbaric to you? Placing two students in a room and pitting them against each other. Or is it merely necessary?” Nodah inquires.
Closing her eyes, Desdemona begins to recite an incantation. She felt an immense amount of energy flow within her body, and the whispers of the undead in her ears. A dark aura of strengthening magic surrounded her. She opens her eyes looking in Nodah’s direction, “Necessary or not, a brutal fight is always fun.” smirking, Desdemona puts one foot forward quickly lunging towards Nodah. As she gets closer, she moves her fist aiming to strike his face. | Name: Dᴇsᴅᴇᴍᴏɴᴀ Cᴏʀᴄᴇʟʟᴀ
Class: Nᴇᴄʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇʀ
Race: Dᴇᴍᴏɴ
Appearance:
5'4" tall/Curvy Build
Power Ranking: A
Electives:
-Magical History
-Potion Making
Character's Characteristics:
Ruthless and arrogant. She loves a good challenge and is definitely someone you shouldn't get on the bad side of. Has a soft spot for cats.
Main powers: Uses harvested magic of the dead as a way to amplify her own strength. Can resurrect dead creatures for various amounts of time depending on how strong the creature is.
Backstory: Desdemona Corcella has been through rigorous magical training her whole life. She has fought the dangerous creatures in the Barren Lands and Wilds, and has been accustomed to death from a young age. As the sole heir of a world-renowned family of demons, she has to maintain the tradition of dominating any competition with the use of powerful necromancy. Desdemona's family holds her to a very high standard, and doesn't accept any failures. Any level of disappointment will result in extreme punishments and because of this Desdemona has devoted most of her efforts into becoming the best at everything she does. Desdemona is currently at Rosewood and sees it as another test to prove her superiority to her family.
Other info: Dislikes Pixies, she sees them as being annoying bugs and wishes she could squash them all. |
46,785 | 1,264 | 124 | 1,742 | 33 | Rowan Delacroix
The vampire knew she was losing grip of her consciousness. With half-lidded eyes, Rowan felt as if the the room around her had dropped severely in temperature. The original color of her irises returned along with her pupils. However, their tone was dull and lacking in their usual sheen. Her eyelids drooped even further as the coldness loomed over her, causing her to shiver ever-so-slightly. She was so drained of energy, she hadn't noticed the footsteps that had approached her just a few moments after she collapsed; the strides were significantly lighter than the previous creature's.
The creaking of the wood beneath the other's feet managed to keep Rowan from slipping into a deep sleep. The movement coming from beside her came to a gradual stop, and the room was filled with silence once again. After what seemed like a lifetime, a bead of something warm dripped right between her parted lips and into the small space. A very palatable taste filled her mouth, something savory that she had not experienced for the longest- human blood. From just a sparse amount, Rowan felt warmth sweep over her entire body. A few more droplets filtered into her mouth, which she lapped up eagerly. The heaviness that weighed her down was lifted in an instant when such an exquisite sweetness spread throughout her.
The small sample of blood triggered her thirst once again, except she was far too unstable to be able to control her senses. "More." Rowan whispered frantically as she blindly reached for the source of the liquid. Her hand latched onto the Leval's wrist and she hoisted herself upward in one swift motion. Without so much as asking his consent, the vampire tightened her grip on the human's arm and pulled the wounded hand to her lips. She licked her lips hungrily before running her tongue along the teeth marks he had made. All of her attention was focused on the alluring meal before her, her mind clouded with the desire for Leval and his blood. Rowan proceeded to sink her fangs into the clammy palm after prepping the smooth surface with her saliva, easily breaking the skin to create two streams of the crimson substance she usually abstained from drinking; she consumed the blood without hesitation due to her lack of self control. | Name: Rowan Delacroix
Class: Necromancer
Race: Vampire
Appearance:
Rather small frame, measures around 5'2" with flowing black hair that compliments her gray irises
Power Ranking: C
Electives:
-Potion Making
-Art
Character's Characteristics: Extremely shy and reserved. Keeps to herself, rarely expresses emotions- stoic.
Main Power based on Class: Summons spirits to communicate/gain insight of the very near future
Backstory: Born into a rich bloodline of royalty, Rowan has a pure heritage spanning out before her. She is heir to the Delacroix family as a result of a tragic incident regarding her eldest brother, Lucius. Her repressed methods of dealing with strangers may be a direct result of the traumatizing experience that many still do not know the full details of to this day.
Any Other Info: Her hair gains a streak of white when under pressure/during use of magic, and can transform into a bat if the situation calls for it. |
46,786 | 1,264 | 125 | 1,368 | 222 | Leval Lamrue
"More." Rowan reached out with frantic speed and gripped his wrist, pulling herself up with more strength than he could believe she held in her small frame. She went over the marks he had made, and bit into his palm searching for more of his blood. Leval winced, but remained motionless, waiting. Rowan continued to drink, and he began to feel a little lightheaded, the room beginning to gently spin around him. She seemed to be recovering her strength rapidly as she drank. Idly, Leval wondered, 'What must it be like to live like that?'
There was a sound of tech charging up and a green barrier pushed out from Leval's skin, gently pushing the hungry Vampire away from her meal. The annoucement had said it would prevent major injury and death, of course it would help against blood loss as well. The stream of crimson running down his hand trickled down to a thin line before eventually stopping all together. He ripped off a section of his shirt wrapping it around his injured hand. "Not the first time. I've been bit. Feel better?" He waited for the Rowan to calm down, standing in front of the door. | Name: Leval Lamrue
Class: Illusionist
Race: Human
Appearance (Picture or Description or Both): In reality, Leval is 5’3” at 132 pounds. He keeps his brown hair cropped short to his head except for a small tuft in the front of his hair, which he takes a lot of pride in. His face is lightly freckled on his tan skin and his eyes are hazel. He has a slight overbite and a rather large nose. However, when Leval has his illusion up he most often appears as a rather idealized, intimidating version of himself.
Power Ranking: C
Electives:
-Magical History
-Potion Making
Character's Characteristics: Leval is a born liar and rather cowardly at times, though he pretends otherwise. However, when the cards are on the table Leval will stand up for those who treat him with respect. He is more curious about the world around him and loves learning about magic and history.
Main Power(s) based on Class: Appearance Illusions. Leval’s illusion magic is based in changing his appearance and the way other people perceive him. This power can change from appearing as someone else to illusory shapeshifting where it appears as though he is giant in form or wielding any type of weapon he can imagine. However, he has not mastered controlling the sense of touch so these illusions are easily seen through if someone tries to physically touch one. Knowing that Leval tries to make himself look as intimidating as possible to scare off his opponents.
Backstory (If Any): Leval was born in a small village where he was frequently targeted for his small size. When his magic manifested, his parents took him to a larger village where he could learn to control his power. They were always supportive and Leval takes care to write them as often as he can. Leval devoured all the books he could about magic and history and went off to Rosewood to satisfy his rampant curiousity
Any Other Info, if any: Leval has a pair of gloves with a small lightning opal attached to the top that produce light in a beam in front of him acting as a powerful flashlight. They were a gift from his parents. |
46,787 | 1,264 | 126 | 231 | 133 | Zensei Zaza
Zensei's blinding attack did work, but not for long. Zephyr quickly began transforming the white room into a simulated forest. Tree roots were growing all over the walls and saplings arose from the ground. Then from what seemed to come from nowhere, a branch pinned him against one of the root covered walls. Attempting to hinder everyone's vision in the room, he made all of the nature arise by negatively altering the gravity. Leaves, dirt, and other loose artifacts floated up, making it hard to see anything as Zephyr disappeared from his vision. He just wanted to buy time to squeeze out of the root that was wrapped around his rib cage. It wasn't long before he had already made progress, the root was now surrounding his waist. "If only my butt wasn't so big." He struggled to say, pushing down on the wood. | Name: Zensei Zaza
Class: Gravitin
Race: Pixie
Appearance (Picture or Description or Both): (Ignore the flower xD)
Power Ranking (Look at "School Info" in the Doc): B
Pick 2 Classes of your Choice (Combat Training, Survival, and Spell Casting are required for all students.):
1. Potion Making
2. Art
Character's Characteristics: Very flirtatious, likes to spy on people in the shower, very hyper when eats sugar. Also attempts to be a bad bitch like Nicki Minaj or Azealia Banks
Main Power(s) based on Class: Making things rise then slamming them on the ground, opening locks from the outside.
Backstory (If Any): Zensei had a very creepy childhood. His mom was a black widow and his dad was a magical butterfly. Every day he had to eat bugs his mom caught for him. But one day his mom ate his dad, he cried for days on days. Afraid of what his mom would do next, he fled, almost getting jumped by her. Through all the fog he saw the gates to what looked like a college for magical creatures, and at that moment decided to attend. Also a lot of hot people will probably attend so that's another reason.
Any Other Info, if any: Has green sparkles/green glow. Favorite color is green. Loves to paint with sparkles. |
46,788 | 1,264 | 127 | 1,576 | 358 | Nodah Listig
Nodah watched, as incantations spilled from Desdemona's mouth, the act both captivating and eerie. A chill ran up his spine; icy hands shuddered his shoulders. Was it no more a trick of the light, that coloured Desdemona's outline with shadows? “Necessary or not, a brutal fight is always fun,” she said. And before Nodah could reply, she leapt forward with her fist drawn back.
The demon was swift, but blinding, she was not. His hand rose in little more than a blink as though to intercept her fist. But with a quick spasm of his fingers, he increased the gravity around Desdemona's clenched palm, inches between their hands. He quirked his brow at Desdemona. For a demon necromancer, throwing punches seemed the least effective course of action to take. "Have you ever played paper to stone?" he asked conversationally, and curled his fingers to illustrate the analogy, wrapping a pushing force around Desdemona's fist, crushing down briefly on her hand.
As if he had been burned, Nodah suddenly released Desdemona from the grip of his gravity. The bone density of her fingers needed no addling with. He reached for his waist, fingers darting beneath the hem of his shirt to pluck a dagger from its sheathe. Its blade winked in the light. Precautions. Her chants had been warning enough; Nodah was prepared for Desdemona to soon summon ressurected corpses and the like upon him. He wrinkled his nose. He wondered if they would be decomposing, and slick with humus.
Nodah's eyes flashed ice-blue, as he whipped out his free hand, sending a pulse that whisked towards Desdemona's abdomen. He had performed similar tricks before, and with his most intense had sent muscled men flying backwards. With the protective barrier absorbing impact upon contact, he supposed no one would be sent careening across the room, but he could be fairly sure of leaving a dull ache or perhaps even a bruise if the blow of gravity found its mark. | Name: Nodah Listig
Class: Gravitin
Race: Human
Appearance: Lanky and tall. Light hazel hair is always tousled and messy. 175 centimeters tall, and 54 kilogrammes heavy. Light on his feet, with dexterous fingers. Looks delicate, but is more than capable of holding his own. Default eye colour is blue. (Any Other Info)
Power Ranking: A
Elective Classes: Magical History; Potion Making
Character's Characteristics: Nodah is a diplomat at heart. His policy is one of caution: never burn bridges before you have walked them. He follows whatever means necessary to attain what he desires. To him, life is to be played as a game. His humour is sly, and his deeds always coldly-calculated. Nodah is wont to keep his distance, while exuding undisputed and amiable confidence. He grins easily. He is skilled and well-versed with his powers, but would rather appear as one of the best rather than the best.
Main Power(s): Manipulating the movement of objects, and summoning them. He enjoys making merchandise fly off shelves in shops, out of mischief, boredom, or a partnership of both.
Backstory: He came from parents who were so enthralled in the throes of their dissolving marriage, that their son ceased to hold significant importance in their eyes. Nodah despised being invisible to them as they erupted and then tiptoed, brawled and then retreated, drunk and strung high on the destructive nature of their clashes. While they were occupied with their perpetual tango, he focused on discovering his powers. For a boy who’d known only camouflage and dismissal, the magic he wielded was his one crutch, and saving grace. He has come to highly-value his powers, for they gave him first belief in his worth.
Any Other Info: Nodah is in reality deeply insecure, and is subject to nightmares and anxiety often. Not that he would let anyone know, however. Also, with his volatile emotions, his eye colour is subject to changes according to his mood. It is a quirk he is unable to properly explain. |
46,789 | 1,264 | 128 | 1,742 | 33 | Rowan Delacroix
Rowan shut her eyes while she drained her victim of his blood. She was enthralled by the richness of Leval's vital fluid, and she continued to silently consume it until she was restored to full health. However, she was separated smoothly from the human when a pulse was emitted from Leval's skin, exerting a mild force that nudged her away from him. Rowan did not put up much of a fight as she had started to regain her senses once she was disconnected from the other being. The remnants of his blood dribbled down the corner of her mouth and she hurriedly wiped her lips with the back of her hand. After realizing what she had just committed a wave of embarrassment passed over her, heating up her cheeks correspondingly. "A-Ah... what have I done?" Her voice shook as she looked down at her hand, furrowing her brows at the red stains that contrasted against her pale skin. "Not the first time I've been bit. Feel better?" Rowan lifted her head slowly to stare at Leval abjectly. She clenched her fists in her lap as she knelt on the floor. The vampire awkwardly cast her eyes away from the human.
"...I am terribly sorry for my brash actions. P-Please forgive me, I let my weakness get the better of me." Rowan mumbled nervously, rising from her position as she did so. She felt significantly better after consuming another's blood, but this instance was the first time she had tasted blood so distinctive in her lifetime. She quickly shook her head of such thoughts and nimbly made her way over to her cloak which was tossed over to the side of the room. Tugging it over her shoulders once again, she draped herself in the black cloth and pulled the hood over her head before gliding over to the door behind Leval. Her attention was caught by the makeshift bandage wrapped around the hand she had bit. Rowan quivered with guilt for a moment and reached both of her hands out to grab his loosely. She wrinkled her brows and met the gaze of the human, a look of remorse in her eyes. Pursing her lips, she reluctantly let go and approached the door. When she pushed it open, she squinted once she met the glaring rays of the sun passing through the tall windows of the training hall once again. She stepped to the side and held the door open. Rowan waited courteously for Leval to exit before closing it carefully behind him, and she watched as it disappeared back into the wall whence it came. | Name: Rowan Delacroix
Class: Necromancer
Race: Vampire
Appearance:
Rather small frame, measures around 5'2" with flowing black hair that compliments her gray irises
Power Ranking: C
Electives:
-Potion Making
-Art
Character's Characteristics: Extremely shy and reserved. Keeps to herself, rarely expresses emotions- stoic.
Main Power based on Class: Summons spirits to communicate/gain insight of the very near future
Backstory: Born into a rich bloodline of royalty, Rowan has a pure heritage spanning out before her. She is heir to the Delacroix family as a result of a tragic incident regarding her eldest brother, Lucius. Her repressed methods of dealing with strangers may be a direct result of the traumatizing experience that many still do not know the full details of to this day.
Any Other Info: Her hair gains a streak of white when under pressure/during use of magic, and can transform into a bat if the situation calls for it. |
46,790 | 1,264 | 129 | 1,543 | 198 | Zephyr
The forest plan had worked rather well. Unfortunately it had also obscured his vision, and although he could hear Zensei struggling, Zephyr couldn't see him. It had likely been pinned to the wall, so he brought down all the trees in the centre, shooting up vines against the walls to further restrain the pixie. They went up extremely quickly, and Zephyr hoped he'd managed to keep Zensei trapped. Catching sight of the tiny creature against a wall, he strode up to him to see if the vines had held. | Name: Lance Delmero
Class: Essentia
Race: Elf
Appearance:
Power Ranking: A
Electives: Art, Potion making
Character's Characteristics: Lance is an adventurous guy. Charismatic, good at making conversation, and easy going. He cracks jokes, likes to laugh, and makes everything seem effortless. He's also wildly competitive, and very possessive. Overall, he's pretty good natured. His anger isn't the furious kind, but the quiet, cold kind and he can hold grudges. Most of the time, though, he's fun to be around.
Main Powers: Particularly good with frost, ice, snow and water in general.
Backstory: Elves are a generally aloof race. Lance, who loves to explore everywhere
and meet everyone in the funniest way possible doesn't really fit into the mould, and was sent to Rosewood by his parents in an attempt to steer him towards something useful after he returned from a particularly disastrous adventure involving two incubi and a lot of snow.
Other: Lance likes animals a lot. Especially cats. |
46,791 | 1,264 | 130 | 1,706 | 30 | Dᴇsᴅᴇᴍᴏɴᴀ Cᴏʀᴄᴇʟʟᴀ
Sliding back, Desdemona winced in pain, putting a hand on her abdomen. She had a strong feeling that a punch wouldn’t work as an offensive maneuver, its focus was more to gather information on Nodah’s skills rather than injuring him.
During the counterattack, Desdemona managed to see a particular action Nodah does while he channels magic, the movement of his fingers. Whether it was for greater control or he couldn’t use magic without his hands, Desdemona figured regardless of its purpose she should aim to restrict any motions. “The shield will probably stop bones from breaking, but that doesn’t mean I can’t cause pain.” moving into a position to leap again, she mumbled a summoning chant. A swarm of bug like creatures formed behind Nodah. They’re weak in strength, but if bunched together they can be a good distraction.
“Surround him.” she telepathically sent a command to the bugs and they proceeded to fly closer to Nodah. Charging forward, Desdemona looks for an opening to grab his wrists also noticing the dagger in one hand. | Name: Dᴇsᴅᴇᴍᴏɴᴀ Cᴏʀᴄᴇʟʟᴀ
Class: Nᴇᴄʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇʀ
Race: Dᴇᴍᴏɴ
Appearance:
5'4" tall/Curvy Build
Power Ranking: A
Electives:
-Magical History
-Potion Making
Character's Characteristics:
Ruthless and arrogant. She loves a good challenge and is definitely someone you shouldn't get on the bad side of. Has a soft spot for cats.
Main powers: Uses harvested magic of the dead as a way to amplify her own strength. Can resurrect dead creatures for various amounts of time depending on how strong the creature is.
Backstory: Desdemona Corcella has been through rigorous magical training her whole life. She has fought the dangerous creatures in the Barren Lands and Wilds, and has been accustomed to death from a young age. As the sole heir of a world-renowned family of demons, she has to maintain the tradition of dominating any competition with the use of powerful necromancy. Desdemona's family holds her to a very high standard, and doesn't accept any failures. Any level of disappointment will result in extreme punishments and because of this Desdemona has devoted most of her efforts into becoming the best at everything she does. Desdemona is currently at Rosewood and sees it as another test to prove her superiority to her family.
Other info: Dislikes Pixies, she sees them as being annoying bugs and wishes she could squash them all. |
46,792 | 1,264 | 131 | 2,422 | 1,600 | Nuna Mori
The whip had wrapped around Daichi's forearm, being his intention. In a light ridiculing manner, he orated, "Took you long enough. Did'ya get lost on your way here?" "Sorry, I got lost trying to find milk for you." The smug look the Nocturne had on his countenance portrayed his forecasted victory. "Let's make a little deal- you go all out during this fight and I'll refrain from using any magic. How does that sound?" "Sounds to me like you're afraid of what I can do." "-Not that I have a problem fighting you with full force." Halfway through his sentence, his eyes began shifting colors, corresponding with the ice that began to encase the vine he gripped. What was she to do now? This was her only attack that would chain into her onslaught. She thought of herself as a useless Druid, due to the circumstances she was under. Maybe I should submit. He is ranked A for a reason... These demeaning statements conquered her resolve to win. He reiterated with, "So? It's up to you, Nuna."
Time was running out, as the frost was virtually enveloping her arm. Maybe I lo- No. I refuse to accept that. Now the only issue confronting her was: ice and time. She had to think. Immediately. The ice had barely reached her fingertips as she thought, He should really consider how close he gets to a succubus.. With this rekindled spirit she replied, "I plan to fight you with my full power as well." She jerked her arm back, shattering the ice, but projecting herself forward, as well as the boy to her. Within his grasp, she made sure to make contact with his skin calming him, attempting to soothe any angst. Her hunger had grown from earlier, making it difficult to withdraw from her feed. It was time to subside her craving. | Name:
Reas Grimorea
Class:
Illusionist
Race:
Human
Appearance:
5'6" tall / 127 lb not much muscle tone but looks solid. instaed of the red sweat shirt it is black
Power Ranking:
A
Pick 2 Classes of your Choice:
1. Art
2. Cooking
Character's Characteristics:
Very studious, Never without his Rollerblades, Likes sour foods but doesn't eat much, likes to practice regular boxing and a modified style of Kick-boxing which revolves around using his Rollerblades as a means of accelerating his legs to insane speeds. He has a bad habit of being stobborn when faced with a challenge, though is often nice to others who share interests with him.
Main Power(s) based on Class:
Adept at making enviromental illusions such as producing realistic fire and refracting light to blend in with his surroundings.
Backstory:
The son of a Skilled Mechanic and average magician who was badly injured when he refused to pay the local crooks "Chimera". Reas was given his Rollerblades a few weeks before he came to Rosewood where he is usually the quiet one in class.
Reas is always riding his rollerblades, so much in fact that most dont see him wearing any other shoes but there is a good reason for this as they help channel his powers. He was born with the medical condition "Muscle Hypertrophy" which caused his muscles to over develop as a kid and has increased his strength by 10 times which earned him the name cyclop's hammer from his strength.
Any Other Info:
Constantly has a ribbon of illusionary fire wrapped around his leg as a reminder of his quest to get revenge on the thugs that hurt his father. Will ride his Rollerblades in any enviroment as they are powered by his magic allowing him to push his speed to the limit and beyond as well as boost his general leg power (jumping, running, ETC), Reas was known to get into fights and had earned the nickname cyclop's hammer for his strong punches that were like being hit with his namesake weapon |
46,793 | 1,264 | 132 | 411 | 87 | Ｋｕｒｏｄａ Ｄａｉｃｈｉ
Daichi observed the succubus closely, keeping close watch over her slight changes in expression. By doing so, he gauged how much of an effect his intimidation was having on her. His crooked smile continued to spread to either side of his face, an almost crazed look forming in his eyes. The ice swept along the thick vine towards his foe at a painfully slow rate, increasing the tension in the room as he awaited her response. Just when the frost was about to glaze over her fingers, something snapped within Nuna that sent a jolt of excitement through the Nocturne; her sudden change of heart became prominent as her resolve to fight increased drastically. It triggered a reaction in Kuroda, and he knew she wasn't going to give up without putting up a fight. "I plan to fight you with my full power as well." As she said this, Nuna thrust her arm back in a swift motion. She used this impetus to demolish the shards and propel herself forward, dragging the cat to the middle of the room along with her.
Looks like I underestimated her. Kuroda narrowed his angular eyes at his opponent, wiping the smug look off his face to transition to a more serious expression. Within seconds, the succubus had him within her reach. However, he was not planning to let her have her way so easily. He planted his feet firmly on the ground and allowed her to place her hands on his neck, assuming that was the easiest source of skin contact for her. "You're craving for your power back, aren't you?" A blue spark emitted from his eyes once again, and the warm patch of skin she attempted to corrupt turned to ice as soon as she touched him. Daichi's pupils contracted into slits as they usually do when he is on high alert. Using the small window of time he created from his distraction, he lunged forward and twisted his wrist downward, aiming to drive the bone of his palm straight into Nuna's stomach with great speed. | Name: Ｋｕｒｏｄａ Ｄａｉｃｈｉ
Class: Ｅｓｓｅｎｔｉａ
Race: Ｎｏｃｔｕｒｎｅ
Appearance:
›Very тαll αɴd ѕleɴder αɴd ѕтαтυre, Dαιcнι мeαѕυreѕ αт αroυɴd 6'3" αɴd υѕυαlly weαrѕ α вlαcĸ вeαɴιe тo cover нιѕ proтrυdιɴɢ ғelιɴe eαrѕ.‹
Power Ranking: Ａ
Electives: Mαgιcαℓ Hιѕтσяу & Ƥσтιση Mαкιηg ✔
Character's Characteristics: Uɴlιĸe нιѕ ιɴтιмιdαтιɴɢ αppeαrαɴce, Dαιcнι ιѕ α very plαyғυl αɴd αpproαcнαвle perѕoɴ wнo loveѕ тo crαcĸ joĸeѕ. Doɴ'т ɢeт oɴ нιѕ вαd ѕιde тнoυɢн; нe вιтeѕ.
Main Powers based on Class: Mαηιƒєѕтαтιση σƒ ǀcє αη∂ Mιѕт- ѕσмєтιмєѕ νєησмσυѕ
Backstory: Born and raised in the well-renowned region of Matara, Daichi was constantly prowling the many heavily crowded swamps in search of something new- something interesting. With that mindset, the adventurous Nocturne decided to embark on a trip away from his large family to The Barren Lands, where he hoped to bring some change to his monotonous life. Of course, such a journey would not be easy; The Barren Lands are not divisions that can be taken lightly. Daichi prefers not to speak much about his experiences in the hazardous areas, but he is certain that this experience helped him to discover the true capacity of his powers, thus leading him to enroll in Rosewood; the school for the gifted.
Other Info: His family consists of 4 sisters and 3 brothers, meaning he comes from a family of 10. He may not look it, but he is also a very family oriented guy who treasures those he cares for and holds dear. The necklace adorned around his neck is always there- it was a gift especially from his deceased grandfather who entrusted it to him as a token of protection. |
46,794 | 1,264 | 133 | 1,576 | 358 | Nuna Mori
What looked to be skin at her last glance, now was a frosted surface. "You're craving for your power back, aren't you?" With her hand still lingering around his neck, Daichi sought it as an opportunity to strike. With remarkable speed, as expected from the cat, his palm went by aiming for her stomach. The last thought she had before its impact was, Oh shi- She braced herself for the attack, allowing his palm to sink into her abdomen. She just had to sacrifice something for her bringer goal. As Kuroda's hand was impaling her, pushing her back, she caught grasped of it. With the time that interceded from his strike, she was grappled onto his arm, sure to feel his skin and administering her tranquilizing touch. She was sent flying quite the distance but made sure to bring him along. In a winded stance with her hand still clutching his forearm, she wearily stated, "What can I say? It's in my nature." She got closer to his face, preparing to suck the energy out of him with the suction of her kiss. | Name: Nodah Listig
Class: Gravitin
Race: Human
Appearance: Lanky and tall. Light hazel hair is always tousled and messy. 175 centimeters tall, and 54 kilogrammes heavy. Light on his feet, with dexterous fingers. Looks delicate, but is more than capable of holding his own. Default eye colour is blue. (Any Other Info)
Power Ranking: A
Elective Classes: Magical History; Potion Making
Character's Characteristics: Nodah is a diplomat at heart. His policy is one of caution: never burn bridges before you have walked them. He follows whatever means necessary to attain what he desires. To him, life is to be played as a game. His humour is sly, and his deeds always coldly-calculated. Nodah is wont to keep his distance, while exuding undisputed and amiable confidence. He grins easily. He is skilled and well-versed with his powers, but would rather appear as one of the best rather than the best.
Main Power(s): Manipulating the movement of objects, and summoning them. He enjoys making merchandise fly off shelves in shops, out of mischief, boredom, or a partnership of both.
Backstory: He came from parents who were so enthralled in the throes of their dissolving marriage, that their son ceased to hold significant importance in their eyes. Nodah despised being invisible to them as they erupted and then tiptoed, brawled and then retreated, drunk and strung high on the destructive nature of their clashes. While they were occupied with their perpetual tango, he focused on discovering his powers. For a boy who’d known only camouflage and dismissal, the magic he wielded was his one crutch, and saving grace. He has come to highly-value his powers, for they gave him first belief in his worth.
Any Other Info: Nodah is in reality deeply insecure, and is subject to nightmares and anxiety often. Not that he would let anyone know, however. Also, with his volatile emotions, his eye colour is subject to changes according to his mood. It is a quirk he is unable to properly explain. |
46,795 | 1,264 | 134 | 1,706 | 30 | Dᴇsᴅᴇᴍᴏɴᴀ Cᴏʀᴄᴇʟʟᴀ
The foe acted in an expected manner, sending the swarm crashing into a wall. "You make a man sheepish with so direct an approach, Desdemona," Nodah’s eyes not losing sight of her and his movements becoming more erratic. Desdemona lets her feet touch the ground allowing her body to move in a zigzag motion towards Nodah. With each step she directs the strengthening magic to her legs until they are completely shrouded in darkness.
Desdemona summons another horde this time surrounding her. Now within arm’s reach of Nodah, she moves with unreal speed to his side. “Go!” the bugs launch themselves from Desdemona’s body aiming for his hands and eyes. Simultaneously, Desdemona lifts her leg with great force towards the back of Nodah’s knee, hoping that he’ll be knocked down with a successful hit. | Name: Dᴇsᴅᴇᴍᴏɴᴀ Cᴏʀᴄᴇʟʟᴀ
Class: Nᴇᴄʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇʀ
Race: Dᴇᴍᴏɴ
Appearance:
5'4" tall/Curvy Build
Power Ranking: A
Electives:
-Magical History
-Potion Making
Character's Characteristics:
Ruthless and arrogant. She loves a good challenge and is definitely someone you shouldn't get on the bad side of. Has a soft spot for cats.
Main powers: Uses harvested magic of the dead as a way to amplify her own strength. Can resurrect dead creatures for various amounts of time depending on how strong the creature is.
Backstory: Desdemona Corcella has been through rigorous magical training her whole life. She has fought the dangerous creatures in the Barren Lands and Wilds, and has been accustomed to death from a young age. As the sole heir of a world-renowned family of demons, she has to maintain the tradition of dominating any competition with the use of powerful necromancy. Desdemona's family holds her to a very high standard, and doesn't accept any failures. Any level of disappointment will result in extreme punishments and because of this Desdemona has devoted most of her efforts into becoming the best at everything she does. Desdemona is currently at Rosewood and sees it as another test to prove her superiority to her family.
Other info: Dislikes Pixies, she sees them as being annoying bugs and wishes she could squash them all. |
46,796 | 1,264 | 135 | 1,368 | 222 | Leval Lamrue
Rowan seemed not to resist as the barrier pushed her away. She wiped away the blood from her mouth and then seem to realize what she was doing. She knelt down, cheeks coloring. "A-Ah... what have I done?" She shifted her gaze from the streaks of red on her hands over to his face, the quickly averted her eyes away from him. "...I am terribly sorry for my brash actions. P-Please forgive me, I let my weakness get the better of me." She mumbled slightly and he had to strain to hear the faint sounds of her voice. Leval raised an eyebrow, "You needed the energy, no need to be sorry. It was my choice to lend you some blood." She rose up and quickly put her cloak on again. Then, she did something rather strange from Leval's perspective. She came over to him, stared at his hand briefly, then grasped it loosely in both of her hands. As she held it, her brow furrowed and she looked him in the eye. Leval couldn't tell what she was feeling exactly it seemed to be a mixture of guilt, hunger, concern, and a whole host of conflicting emotions in that one look. 'I may have done more harm than good.'
She released his hand delicately and went past him to the door. She held it open for him waiting to one side. Leval paused for a moment, standing straight with his left arm still dangling uselessly to one side. 'I'll have to go to the medbay for that. Seems the barrier doesn't do much for injuries sustained outside of its area of protection.' However, Leval's attention was on his right hand. His own bite mark still stung, but the mark of Rowan's teeth in his palm seemed almost numb. He moved his fingers experimentally, they all seemed to work so he let his concerns abate somewhat. He went outside, nodding at Rowan in thanks, and looked around the room. It was entirely empty, not a soul was present besides the holograms on the screens above. "I think we are the first ones finished." He turned just in time to see the door disappear into the wall. He glanced at Rowan, the sunlight coming down from the tall windows in the room seem to be bothering her. He gave an absentminded gesture, and floating umbrella without a handle above her head, bending the light slightly away so she could walk unimpeded.
His fatigue grew and he gestured over a shady part of the wall and slid down putting his knees up and resting his right arm on top of them, while his left still hung at his side. The drain of continued magical use was starting to get to him, he had only a small reserve left and still had the 3x3 battle to go. He yawned expansively and flicked the brown tuft of hair at the top of his head. "Well that was an interesting fight, I can't believe how fast you are. Does your hair always change like that?" He rolled his head against the wall turning slightly to look at her. "Listen about the blood, really not a big deal. Had a choice this time... knew the barrier would..." Leval's head fell forward onto his good arm and sleep took him right then and there. | Name: Leval Lamrue
Class: Illusionist
Race: Human
Appearance (Picture or Description or Both): In reality, Leval is 5’3” at 132 pounds. He keeps his brown hair cropped short to his head except for a small tuft in the front of his hair, which he takes a lot of pride in. His face is lightly freckled on his tan skin and his eyes are hazel. He has a slight overbite and a rather large nose. However, when Leval has his illusion up he most often appears as a rather idealized, intimidating version of himself.
Power Ranking: C
Electives:
-Magical History
-Potion Making
Character's Characteristics: Leval is a born liar and rather cowardly at times, though he pretends otherwise. However, when the cards are on the table Leval will stand up for those who treat him with respect. He is more curious about the world around him and loves learning about magic and history.
Main Power(s) based on Class: Appearance Illusions. Leval’s illusion magic is based in changing his appearance and the way other people perceive him. This power can change from appearing as someone else to illusory shapeshifting where it appears as though he is giant in form or wielding any type of weapon he can imagine. However, he has not mastered controlling the sense of touch so these illusions are easily seen through if someone tries to physically touch one. Knowing that Leval tries to make himself look as intimidating as possible to scare off his opponents.
Backstory (If Any): Leval was born in a small village where he was frequently targeted for his small size. When his magic manifested, his parents took him to a larger village where he could learn to control his power. They were always supportive and Leval takes care to write them as often as he can. Leval devoured all the books he could about magic and history and went off to Rosewood to satisfy his rampant curiousity
Any Other Info, if any: Leval has a pair of gloves with a small lightning opal attached to the top that produce light in a beam in front of him acting as a powerful flashlight. They were a gift from his parents. |
46,797 | 1,264 | 136 | 2,788 | 1,595 | Mischa stood ready as Reas charged, though he lost Reas in the cloud of smoke only for a moment before Reas reappeared still charging right at him though something seemed off about him, Mischa still darted sideways to avoid him and unwittingly dodged the attack from behind as well, he whirled around to face where he was and noticed that there was two Reas-ees now, one behind where he was and one in front, Mischa made a split-second decision to fire a lightning round at the one that had appeared behind him. thinking 'so this guy uses illusions too? or can he actually duplicate himself? better watch my back here' | Mischa Ezkalion
Death's grasp could not contain him
yet life's hands could not catch him |
46,798 | 1,264 | 137 | 1,576 | 358 | Nodah Listig
Desdemona moved, far more quickly than she had insofar. Yet another army of exoskeletal sellswords, Nodah thought with an internalised groan as they attacked his face and hands, a swarming veil threatening to rob his vision. Tedious. He raised his hands, feeling the first grotesque tickles of beating wings and miniscule limbs, and had just enough time to send another pulse at them when he felt his legs buckle beneath him, a sharp pain throbbing in the back of his thigh. His kneecaps cracked audibly against the floor, and Nodah grimaced his pain into the ground. Wasting no time, he flipped himself onto his back to stare at Desdemona, her legs a dark mass. He had felt that blow keenly through the protective barrier.
Nodah could repay the favour, but bringing Desdemona to the ground would not further the fight. Hovering his palms on either side of him inches above the floor, he sparked a gentle pulse that returned him nimbly to his feet, facing Desdemona. Stepping lightly away from her, he reached out for the gravity to weigh heavily down on Desdemona's feet, pinning her to the spot. He shrugged one shoulder apologetically at her, and tucked his hand away into his trouser pocket. "You will forgive me," he said. "I enjoy my duels without hand-to-hand combat, and twice already have you lunged for me." | Name: Nodah Listig
Class: Gravitin
Race: Human
Appearance: Lanky and tall. Light hazel hair is always tousled and messy. 175 centimeters tall, and 54 kilogrammes heavy. Light on his feet, with dexterous fingers. Looks delicate, but is more than capable of holding his own. Default eye colour is blue. (Any Other Info)
Power Ranking: A
Elective Classes: Magical History; Potion Making
Character's Characteristics: Nodah is a diplomat at heart. His policy is one of caution: never burn bridges before you have walked them. He follows whatever means necessary to attain what he desires. To him, life is to be played as a game. His humour is sly, and his deeds always coldly-calculated. Nodah is wont to keep his distance, while exuding undisputed and amiable confidence. He grins easily. He is skilled and well-versed with his powers, but would rather appear as one of the best rather than the best.
Main Power(s): Manipulating the movement of objects, and summoning them. He enjoys making merchandise fly off shelves in shops, out of mischief, boredom, or a partnership of both.
Backstory: He came from parents who were so enthralled in the throes of their dissolving marriage, that their son ceased to hold significant importance in their eyes. Nodah despised being invisible to them as they erupted and then tiptoed, brawled and then retreated, drunk and strung high on the destructive nature of their clashes. While they were occupied with their perpetual tango, he focused on discovering his powers. For a boy who’d known only camouflage and dismissal, the magic he wielded was his one crutch, and saving grace. He has come to highly-value his powers, for they gave him first belief in his worth.
Any Other Info: Nodah is in reality deeply insecure, and is subject to nightmares and anxiety often. Not that he would let anyone know, however. Also, with his volatile emotions, his eye colour is subject to changes according to his mood. It is a quirk he is unable to properly explain. |
46,799 | 1,264 | 138 | 411 | 87 | Ｋｕｒｏｄａ Ｄａｉｃｈｉ
Satisfaction loomed over Daichi when it appeared that his attack connected well with Nuna's torso. Once his hand made contact with her body, he ground his palm into her before shoving his arm forward with the intention to send her soaring across the room. However, his supposed triumph was impeded as he felt her hands latch onto his exposed forearm. A radiant wave of energy surged through him which induced a calming sensation that brought any form of hostility to a halt. Kuroda's eyes drooped as his pupils dilated once again, and his body fell limp as both creatures were propelled by the force of his strike. The sudden tug from the succubus carried enough momentum to swing the cat over her head and into the cushioned wall on the opposite side of the room, leaving him to take the brunt of the hit.
Dazed, he slid down onto the wooden panels of the floor after he involuntarily softened Nuna's collision with his chest. "What can I say? It's in my nature." Her shaky voice echoed throughout the white room, and she slowly advanced on the Nocturne; the succubus' fingers were still wrapped tightly around his wrist while she brought her face closer to his own. Nuna's lips were parted as she closed in on him, and he could already feel the energy seeping out of him. "-can't let a succubus get too close." he chimed in just before she closed the gap between their mouths. Daichi winked at her and granted her enough time to absorb a small sum of his life force before he clasped his free hand over the entirety of her face. "Keep an Essentia even further." He spoke lowly, an impish grin taking over his semblance. He loosened his grip on Nuna's head, and his irises formed a ring of white around the edges as a strong gust of wind pushed her backwards. The current expanded from his gloved hand in the form of a thick mist, and it proceeded to fill the room and hinder the vision of those dwelling within it. The temperature of the room dropped in conjunction with the vapor that Daichi had laced with rime. | Name: Ｋｕｒｏｄａ Ｄａｉｃｈｉ
Class: Ｅｓｓｅｎｔｉａ
Race: Ｎｏｃｔｕｒｎｅ
Appearance:
›Very тαll αɴd ѕleɴder αɴd ѕтαтυre, Dαιcнι мeαѕυreѕ αт αroυɴd 6'3" αɴd υѕυαlly weαrѕ α вlαcĸ вeαɴιe тo cover нιѕ proтrυdιɴɢ ғelιɴe eαrѕ.‹
Power Ranking: Ａ
Electives: Mαgιcαℓ Hιѕтσяу & Ƥσтιση Mαкιηg ✔
Character's Characteristics: Uɴlιĸe нιѕ ιɴтιмιdαтιɴɢ αppeαrαɴce, Dαιcнι ιѕ α very plαyғυl αɴd αpproαcнαвle perѕoɴ wнo loveѕ тo crαcĸ joĸeѕ. Doɴ'т ɢeт oɴ нιѕ вαd ѕιde тнoυɢн; нe вιтeѕ.
Main Powers based on Class: Mαηιƒєѕтαтιση σƒ ǀcє αη∂ Mιѕт- ѕσмєтιмєѕ νєησмσυѕ
Backstory: Born and raised in the well-renowned region of Matara, Daichi was constantly prowling the many heavily crowded swamps in search of something new- something interesting. With that mindset, the adventurous Nocturne decided to embark on a trip away from his large family to The Barren Lands, where he hoped to bring some change to his monotonous life. Of course, such a journey would not be easy; The Barren Lands are not divisions that can be taken lightly. Daichi prefers not to speak much about his experiences in the hazardous areas, but he is certain that this experience helped him to discover the true capacity of his powers, thus leading him to enroll in Rosewood; the school for the gifted.
Other Info: His family consists of 4 sisters and 3 brothers, meaning he comes from a family of 10. He may not look it, but he is also a very family oriented guy who treasures those he cares for and holds dear. The necklace adorned around his neck is always there- it was a gift especially from his deceased grandfather who entrusted it to him as a token of protection. |
46,800 | 1,264 | 139 | 1,706 | 30 | Dᴇsᴅᴇᴍᴏɴᴀ Cᴏʀᴄᴇʟʟᴀ
Desdemona’s kick had brought Nodah to the ground, but he reacted too fast for her to do anything else. Standing up, he pinned Desdemona’s feet to the floor. She figured she had enough strength to move against the gravitational pull, but her speed would decrease dramatically. “You will forgive me, I enjoy my duels without hand-to-hand combat, and twice already have you lunged for me.” Nodah says.
Stuck in that spot, Desdemona wondered was there really no way to beat him in close combat. If possible, it would require a lot of energy to counter the gravity. “It would’ve been nice to punch you in the face at least once.” she sighs dispelling the strengthening magic, her legs reverted to normal. Reaching into her jacket pocket, Desdemona takes out the folded piece of paper from earlier and throws it in the air. “Release!” the word caused a blast of energy to escape the paper, burning it in the process. A replica of the drawn summoning circle appeared underneath her, it was much bigger size.
Dark embers mixed with electric sparks seeped from the center, coiling around Desdemona. Purple skin began to form and a snakelike appearance was revealed. The being had gashes that flickered electricity covering its body. Facing Nodah, the snake hissed loudly.
Desdemona made a gun sign with her hand, moving it a shooting motion. The summon opened its mouth and fired a beam of lightning at Nodah. | Name: Dᴇsᴅᴇᴍᴏɴᴀ Cᴏʀᴄᴇʟʟᴀ
Class: Nᴇᴄʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇʀ
Race: Dᴇᴍᴏɴ
Appearance:
5'4" tall/Curvy Build
Power Ranking: A
Electives:
-Magical History
-Potion Making
Character's Characteristics:
Ruthless and arrogant. She loves a good challenge and is definitely someone you shouldn't get on the bad side of. Has a soft spot for cats.
Main powers: Uses harvested magic of the dead as a way to amplify her own strength. Can resurrect dead creatures for various amounts of time depending on how strong the creature is.
Backstory: Desdemona Corcella has been through rigorous magical training her whole life. She has fought the dangerous creatures in the Barren Lands and Wilds, and has been accustomed to death from a young age. As the sole heir of a world-renowned family of demons, she has to maintain the tradition of dominating any competition with the use of powerful necromancy. Desdemona's family holds her to a very high standard, and doesn't accept any failures. Any level of disappointment will result in extreme punishments and because of this Desdemona has devoted most of her efforts into becoming the best at everything she does. Desdemona is currently at Rosewood and sees it as another test to prove her superiority to her family.
Other info: Dislikes Pixies, she sees them as being annoying bugs and wishes she could squash them all. |
46,801 | 1,264 | 140 | 1,742 | 33 | Rowan Delacroix
Rowan held her hand up in front her forehead in an attempt to block out the strong rays of the sun streaming through the windows. "His shoulder was injured before the fight?" She made to tug her hood down over her face, but her discomfort was alleviated when an umbrella suddenly appeared and levitated a fair distance above her. She lowered her wrist from her eyes and looked over to Leval, who was already making his way carefully over to a shaded area of the deserted training hall. "Perhaps it would be better if you went to the medical wing now, rather than after the fight." The vampire removed her hood and glanced up at the parasol shielding her from the blazing light and back over at the injured human. With a sigh, she strode towards the wall he was perched under and timidly sat down beside him, leaving more than a few inches between them. "It appears that humans do not have the capability to regenerate as quickly as vampires." Rowan sat up with her back resting against the wall and her legs stretched out before her. She folded her hands neatly in her lap and pulled the large sleeve of her cloak over her wrist that still carried the red stain.
"Well that was an interesting fight, I can't believe how fast you are. Does your hair always change like that?" Leval spoke up once again, a hint of weariness in his voice. Rather than responding, Rowan nodded kept her gaze trained at the wall across the room. He chimed in once again, but his voice started to falter towards the end of his sentence. "Listen about the blood, really not a big deal. Had a choice this time... knew the barrier would..." From the corner of her eye, Rowan noticed his head droop onto his arm. "Did he faint?" She turned to face him completely with a look of concern on her face. Her angst subsided when she realized he had just gone to sleep. "Should I take him to the infirmary or leave him to rest?" She scooted a little closer to the human and knelt by his right side. "I shouldn't disturb him. It would be best to leave him to rest for now and seek out Mr. Fiji myself." Rowan stood up from her spot and brushed herself off. She stared making her way over to the portal, glancing over her shoulder at Leval every so often. "Is it really alright to leave him alone like this?"
She tapped the floating keys in the elevator to enter the main level of the school into the holographic device. "-It would be better for me to get Leval Lamrue some assistance; I'm afraid of how much blood he lost as a result of my foolish actions." The portal shook beneath her feet, but she clung to the railings to steady herself. Rowan soon found herself in the lobby, and her head was spinning as a result of the tremulous ride. She clutched the side of her face and staggered down the stairs towards the front desk where the receptive elf resided. "Mr. Fiji, there is an injured student in the Combat Training room who is in need of your aid. A human- Leval Lamrue, rank C..." Her voice shook, but she was determined to get Leval the help he needed. "Is that so? Alright, I'll send for some help to transport him to the infirmary. I assume it was a result of a rough battle, hmm?" The tall elf joked as he swiped his fingers across a holographic keyboard. Rowan remained silent as she lowered her eyes away from Yayo. "-Er, sorry... I was just poking fun. You can meet him in there in a little bit. It's on the 2nd floor, West Wing." The vampire bowed politely before making her way back to the portal. This time, she entered the keys "2-W" and was headed for the clinic. | Name: Rowan Delacroix
Class: Necromancer
Race: Vampire
Appearance:
Rather small frame, measures around 5'2" with flowing black hair that compliments her gray irises
Power Ranking: C
Electives:
-Potion Making
-Art
Character's Characteristics: Extremely shy and reserved. Keeps to herself, rarely expresses emotions- stoic.
Main Power based on Class: Summons spirits to communicate/gain insight of the very near future
Backstory: Born into a rich bloodline of royalty, Rowan has a pure heritage spanning out before her. She is heir to the Delacroix family as a result of a tragic incident regarding her eldest brother, Lucius. Her repressed methods of dealing with strangers may be a direct result of the traumatizing experience that many still do not know the full details of to this day.
Any Other Info: Her hair gains a streak of white when under pressure/during use of magic, and can transform into a bat if the situation calls for it. |
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