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47,702 | 1,295 | 0 | 2,167 | 1,574 | Sam Rivers didn’t like the school he attended.
But unfortunately there wasn’t a thing he could do about it. It was his last year at Northwood Academy and he had spent so much time studying and doing hours worth of homework. Northwood was Sam’s only shot at getting into a good college. But the homework, the classes, the teachers, the expenses-none of that was why Sam considered leaving the school the summer before his final year. It was because of Helen.
He had never actually interacted with her but everyone knew Helen Schwartz. She was pretty, she was funny, and she was very popular. Helen’s father was a politician that often donated money to Northwood, and in turn Helen’s status was almost saintly. Despite her money and popularity, she was never unkind. She never gave anyone a reason to hate her and as a matter of fact, pretty much everyone had loved her. And that’s why it was so hard to guess why anyone had wanted to kill her.
Sam found her entangled in branches that had fallen close to the lake. Her legs were still submerged in the water and the baby blue dress she had been wearing was all torn and dirtied. She was lying on her back and her arms were twisted at strange angles. Sam had often seen Helen around school and remembered how pretty and full of life her blue eyes always were. They were wide open and glassy when Sam found her body, but that wasn’t what had disturbed him the most. Etched all over her pale skin were symbols that Sam didn’t even know the meaning of.
No one knew how her body ended up where it did. When they extracted her body from the scene her body was still a little damp from being in the lake. But she hadn’t died from drowning. Her windpipes had been crushed by what they thought to be rope.
It didn’t make sense to anyone. Helen had disappeared in the middle of the school year, so it shouldn’t have been that much of a surprise when she was found dead. But nothing added up. No one was arrested because the few suspects the police found had solid alibis, including Sam. The leads they had stopped at dead ends. Helen’s murder couldn’t be solved.
Sam was supposed to attend counseling to cope with what he found but he stopped going. It wasn’t Helen’s death that scared him, it was who killed her. Or rather, the mystery of who did it.
Who killed Helen? | > Name: Ash Mareinos
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> Appearance first (image):
> Ash has an irregular oblong red tinted birthmark just above her left knee. She has a scar on the inside of left arm where she cut it on accident while playing on some farm equipment, and another on her right knee from falling off her bike while learning how to ride. Her ears are pierced.
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> Age: 15
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> Year: 2nd year
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> Normal or Supernatural (as in, what are you?): Supernatural. Ash is the far descendant of water nymphs. She is the first in a very long time to show any promise. Her gifts would be control of water, ability to breath under water, she is far enough removed from the original Nymph in her line that she will not have the control over sexual desires that is common with Nymphs. She is also an excellent singer, and her parents had her classically trained.
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> Personality: Ash is brilliant, but she doesn't apply herself. At Northwood she does the bare minimum to not get in trouble. She avoids the smaller school work as much as possible, but aces her tests with ease. She has a streak of anger that comes out when questioned about her choices. She's modest and prefers long skirts, since she can't wear pants at school. Though she always has a pair packed in case of need to climb a tree. Ash is tom-boyish and outgoing.
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> Bio: Ash is descendant from the nymph Pareia and Minos' son Nephalion. She was raised on a ranch in Upstate New York. The ranch had a lake that she spent most of her summers in. As such her skin is tanned deeply (Don't let the photo fool you). Ash doesn't know who her ancestors are. What she knows is she's a really good swimmer and never seems to have to come for air. Her parents take a vacation to the ocean for two weeks every year, there she swims in the ocean and seems unbothered by the tides.
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> It was during one of these trips to the ocean that one of her older brother was pulled out to sea in a riptide. Ash freaked out and swam to him, she was miraculously able to rescue her brother. He swears that the ocean obeyed her pleas for his safety, and has become very devout about her safety. They exchange letters frequently.
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> Ash has several other brothers varying in older and younger (there are a total of 6 boys), she's a middle child. Because of all of her brother's she has grown up rather tom-boyish, she's the type to walk a fence or take a dare.
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> Ash is nervous about the lake after last year's incident, but the draw to swim it much too strong for her to ignore it for long.
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> How you came to the school (did you transfer or are you a Year 1 student?): She started here her first year.
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> Preferred Dorm: Wells Hall
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> Name: Amy Snow
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> Appearance first (image):
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> Age: 15
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> Year: 2nd
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> Normal or Supernatural (as in, what are you?): Normal
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> Personality: Not outgoing, unless it's going to the Library. She holds no resentment over being an orphan, in fact she believes that she's got it made. She has no family history to hold her back. Amy has a drive to prove herself in the classroom. She is easily found in the library. Amy is an extrovert surprisingly, so even though she revels in books Amy needs friendship. She's not daring enough to be part of Ash's group of friends, and it's clear Ash doesn't have much time for someone so stuck in her books.
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> Bio: Amy is an orphan. She was raised in a Home, capital H and all. All she knows of her family is her name. Other than that she has never cared. She may have been raised in the Home, but she grew up in the library. She lived close enough to DC to take two buses every weekend into the city to go to the Library of Congress, and the Smithsonian. She was, by the time she was ten, considered a permanent fixture in the library.
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> When she turned 14 one of the librarians put a stack of school applications in front of her. She filled them all out and was accepted to most (only the ones who needed more socialization in her record turned her down). Amy was told by the librarians that she was to apply all of herself to her school work and they'd pay and find scholarships for her. They want her to succeed, and she wants to show them how much she really can do. Her strength is in languages, but she isn't short in sciences or maths.
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> Amy didn't know the girl last year, but it struck her deep. She won't have anything to do with the lake now.
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> How you came to the school (did you transfer or are you a Year 1 student?): Came as a 1st year.
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> Preferred Dorm: Elliot Hall
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Accepted! |
47,703 | 1,295 | 1 | 1,250 | 1,504 | ~~~ Ash Mareinos - Roof of one of the dorm Buildings ~~~
A book lay open next to Ash as she let the heat from the September sun warm her well tanned face. James sat near her on the roof, but Ash was not conscientious of what ever it was that he was doing. Instead she was thinking of the lake. She had, up to this point, resisted the urge of its call. That was a minor miracle, if she were to be honest with herself. The prior weekend had involved Ash having to get into the school's pool no less than four times just to stave off the urge. Normally on weekends, especially the warmer ones, Ash would be in a body of water. She couldn't get enough of it, but part way through the previous school year a tragedy had struck and tainted the sweet waters of the lake.
Sure there had been rumors, ones even old enough for her Father to remember from his school days, that the lake was dangerous. But Ash was a Mareinos and she feared no water. She sighed heavily thinking of the lake. She could hear it call her. James glanced her way, but Ash ignored it. The pair of them had been great friends since the year prior. That was a friendship that probably wasn't appreciated by some of the staff. They were both dangerously close to be considered full on truants. Ash did the exact amount of studying it required for her to pass her classes. She had a 3.1 the year prior and even though her Father had ranted about "No Mareinos having ever been kicked out of Northwood and Ash being the first to have not one, but two letters written home" Ash had not gotten sent off to an even stricter school.
Being a legacy had it's virtues. That and the school had an amazing swim team, and of course her mother's instance that Ash continue there because of the singing education she could get. If only Ash would apply herself more to her studies. Ash had no intention of studying harder than she needed to. What could be the point?
"Do you think we could get to the lake and back without anyone noticing?" Ash asked James, in a sort of, but not entirely rhetorical way. James was well aware of Ash's minor obsession with water. He had even timed her the year prior in a how-long-can-you-hold-your-breath race with one of the other members of the swim team. Ash had beat him by a whole minute and at that point Ash came up for air because she was board.
~~~ Amy Snow - The library ~~~
Amy, named that by the system and not by a parent, was hunched over a book. Her glasses, small things that were a year or so out of date, were hanging around her neck, on a simple chain, rather than sitting on her nose. She was far sighted, so this meant Amy was squinting rather intensely at her book. Amy found that squinting at the words was much easier than trying to use the glasses.
Her eyes burned a bit, so Amy put the book down and looked off for a few seconds. She wondered what the librarians back home were doing. The memory of how close she had come to telling them she wanted to go to a different school caused her cheeks to turn pink a little. Amy couldn't even explain to the librarians why, so her words had fallen short as she helped file some books with Nancy, her favorite of the librarians. That was her chance. Amy sighed and in her mind's eye saw the lake. She hadn't known Helen, not personally, but everyone at Northwood knew of her. She shivered and pulled on her blazer, which she had tossed onto the table when she had sat down, even though she wasn't actually cold. It was a good cover for the shiver.
Of course Amy didn't believe in ghost stories. Even the one about the dorms here. There were always tales, but never any facts. Helen's death was different. It had just been last year. Amy had known Helen. The girl shook her head and tucked her hair behind her ear and started reading again. An older girl Amy remembered from the year prior, but had never actually spoken to walked past her table and toward the circulation desk. Amy knew she was part of the Wells hall kids and at that thought wondered if Ash was breaking a school rule already. | > !( "enter image title here")
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> A rather pretty girl, Hazel is mostly known for her strange, mystical, and maybe even witchy eyes. She stands at about 5'10 and is thin and lanky, mostly due to her constant forgetfulness to eat and stay healthy. Her face is small and pale, and normally heavily made up, especially during school days. Hazel's lips are somewhat large and always curled into a pout, while her nose is small and rounded. Her eyes seem to be blue-green, and almost have a silvery appearance to them. Messy pale brown hair frames Hazel's round face, giving her a much more childish appearance. She is rarely seen in anything too fancy, oft preferring sweats and sweaters over dresses and heels, and her hair is normally held up in a large, messy bun, or loose and down to her mid-back.
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> **Name:**
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> Hazel Barwicke
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> **Age:**
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> 16
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> **Year:**
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> Third Year
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> **Normal or Supernatural:**
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> Clairvoyant (Unaware) - Sees the future through reflective surfaces, more so TVs and computer screens, and hears whispers through phones and during her dreams. Most of her precognition are hard to decipher and rarely wrong, but she has learned to somewhat use them to her advantage, even if she just thinks of them as mere lucky streaks. Also spiritually sensitive, and can see ghosts and other supernatural phenomena.
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> **Personality:**
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> Hazel is a clever and quick-witted young woman, with a sharp tongue and a direct way of approaching things. She is not afraid to speak her mind and will more times then not fight for what she believes is right before truly thinking into it. Very curious towards things that seem strange and loves to go out and adventure whenever she gets a chance. Typically cynical of most people, she is overly polite and quiet around strangers, and at times even friends, unless they are doing something outright wrong or immoral in her eyes. If that is the case, then she will not hold back on insults or reprimands until she feels it is right to stop. Over all introverted, she is easy to talk to but looses energy easily if around too many people, and after parties or large excursions she normally allows herself a day or two alone to relax and recharge. Plagued by visions and voices when both asleep and awake, Ash rarely sleeps well, and is rather forgetful. There are many times when she has forgotten to eat or speak during her daily life, which leaves her family a bit worried for her well-being.
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> Absolutely loves poems, and has a rather clever mind. She could write music and lyrics for hours without stopping, and many times she has done exactly that. Easily stressed out, Hazel has trouble keeping calm at times, and if she gets too far into her panic she may suffer for anxiety attacks and other mildly worrying forms of panic. While she does her best to stay afloat in school, she can very quickly get discouraged if she is unable to do something as easily as she would like. Most of her stress is bore from her lack of sleep and her parents wish for her to keep doing well in school, and while some would say for her to simply take a break and nap it just isn't that easy. Excels in English and music classes, while she is relatively okay at math and science.
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> Around TVs, phones, and other tech-related devices she is rather nervous. Her powers usually seem to filter through the slender, hole-ridden telephones or smooth, black screens of televisions, more clearly then anywhere else, so when she is close to any sort of electric based item she may hear whispers, or see images of the past or future. Her powers also filter in through still water, windows, mirrors, and dreams, and are overall very dull and hard to see and understand. She is unaware that this is even a power, instead thinking of it as her remembering something odd, like deja vu. She also seems to be sensitive to supernatural forces, and can at times see white outlines of people, or ghosts, as others would call them.
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> **Bio:**
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> Hazel was born into a normal, Thai-Irish family. She was the first (and only) child, heavily spoiled, and loved unconditionally by her doctor mother and lawyer father. Of course, due to her parents being busy with their work, she was often alone in her childhood, and though she acted like she didn't mind it kind of got to her eventually, leaving her to be a very withdrawn child. As she grew, Hazel began to notice all the people who lived in her house with them, like the man with the rope around his neck, and the children who often jumped from the railings to the foyer below while giggling hysterically. Hazel often told her parents of these people, but they brushed her off gently, calling them her "imaginary friends". And she soon began to believe they imaginary as well eventually.
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> The first time she heard whispers of the future was when she was ten, and she was home alone playing with her dad's old guitar. The phone rang suddenly from the kitchen, the old white land line phone that had been broken for the passed three weeks, and Hazel answered with slight hesitance. On the other end, whispers, excited and certain, filtered through and filled her mind with images. She saw a cat, a bad test grade, and an unfamiliar, sobbing child. So surprised by these images, Hazel dropped the phone and fell back, yelling out in fear as the images took over her mind and caused a massive headache. She was bedridden for two days, and when she finally was able to walk and talk without getting a migraine and a nosebleed she returned to school. On her way, though, she was caught up by the most adorable, yet familiar looking cat. She spent a few minutes trying to coax it forward before continuing on her way. In her second period science class, there was a sudden quiz, which she didn't do too well on, receiving a low seventy as a grade, and during recess, the new kid was being harshly bullied. Hazel witnessed all of this, feeling such a heavy sense of deja vu that she almost felt sick.
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> These odd phenomena continued happening, well into her middle school and then high school life, though she merely brushed them off as sleep-deprived hallucinations/lucky guesses. She was eventually enrolled into the Northwood Academy, and she transferred in during her sophomore year of high school.
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> **How You Came to the School:**
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> Transfer
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> **Preferred Dorm:**
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> Dorsey Hall
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Accepted! |
47,704 | 1,295 | 2 | 1,523 | 3,443 | **Jamie Drummond – Roof of one of the dorm buildings**
James ruffled a hand through auburn hair, displacing gel and hairspray and spiking it up in a look that was truly untidy. He didn't want to go to the lake, no siree, because not only was there probably numerous unseen, unnoticed bodies in it other than the Schwartz girl's (and wasn't that a scary thought, because the Drummonds were well-known acquaintances of the family?) but also due to the fact that the lake was absolutely ages away. Ash seemed to have been immune to the sheer effort it had taken to pull himself out of bed whenever he had a free period and climb up to the roof. His near catatonic state, 'sleepy' if he was less dramatic, made the concept of heading down there with the hot sun beating down on his back all the more unappealing.
“It's a pure trek, though,” was all he said, more of a whine as he pulled himself to his feet with the help of the railing. Still, what Ash wanted, Ash got – and he was sure his father would say something silly or dismissive about that, something like, '*Think you're a ladies' man, Jamie? More like whipped if you keep lettin' the gals boss you around.*'
Sweat already clung to the back of his neck and the collar of his untucked shirt from the heat, and it was only going to get worse. At least he was more likely to get there first if he ran, James supposed, and it was good practice – more fun than running around a track as he did for the school's team. There was no danger, no element of chance to something as mundane as that, and he could never enjoy it as much as a competitive race. He was even looking forward to a change of scenery from the roof, no matter how much he protested. That was how he lived life, he knew; complain about it, then do it. Almost like a family motto.
“And you know full well that the 'and back' part's a lie, Mareinos,” James continued, looking around for his blazer only to realise that, no, he hadn't brought it with him. Duh. He so wasn't taking the library book he had brought with him – not that he had followed through with his good intentions of reading it – and the librarian would probably just have to... wonder why the text was missing. It wasn't exactly school related, either. Just a non-fiction text entitled, '*Mysteries Dragged Ashore*' about beached bodies and crime scene investigations. If he wanted to become a policeman, or rather, a detective (since Ivy League really wasn't for him) then he'd have to deal with deaths like Helen Schwartz on a daily basis.
“Let's go, then.” And he didn't think of the dead girl long enough to let it chill him to the bone.
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**Luca Seacliffe – Near the Lake**
Luca peered into the small pond on the edge of the grounds, close enough to the lake so that the water rolled down hill when it rained but far enough to be a separate body entirely. When she inspected the reeds, pulling them apart and staining her hands with muck, she could see the undeniable glistening of frogspawn. Gross.
She poked it, then wiped her hand on the front of her skirt, which was twisted awkwardly as such pieces of clothing were meant to be worn 'delicately' and 'carefully' rather than allowed to ride halfway up her thighs so she could climb a tree. The bottom of her tie had dipped into the mucky water at some point, but Luca was sure she had a spare in her room if she looked – it wasn't a big deal. She didn't *mean* to give the cleaners and service people more work, not at all. Perhaps she should write an apology note?
The thought was quickly forgotten.
The older students in her dorms had been telling ghost stories, most notably to do with the girl named Helen Schwartz, and the murky water made her wonder how many other children had been killed and their corpses dumped. Morbid, she knew, but necessary to think about, because Luca *really* didn't want to die like the girl supposedly had. Runes carved into her skin...
Just thinking about it made her nose wrinkle. | Posted For Approval
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**NAME:** James “Jamie” Drummond
**AGE:** 16
**YEAR:** 2nd
**NORMAL OR SUPERNATURAL?**
Supernatural – “Luck” or otherwise the art of making it through something by the skin of his teeth. (Perhaps it has to do with probabilities and an instinctual knowledge of them. Either way, Jamie has learned from past mistakes the dangers of relying on it too much.)
**PERSONALITY:**
Jamie is the type to hate normality – he finds that a life without change and excitement is too mundane, too stagnant for him. He chases after thrills like a dog with a stick (minus the tongue-wagging). No danger is too huge, no task impossible for the courageous Jamie Drummond!
They say that Jamie is not quite right, that he doesn't look before he leaps and charges in like a bull. He's easy-going, certainly, but that doesn't mean he is mindful of his surroundings and those in it. His closest friends are the ones who can keep up with him, and those who *can't*... well, they're not worth his interest. His utter lack of care towards his academic work (and obsession over the practical) is by no means a reflection of his intellect; however, his common sense has vanished – if it even existed in the first place.
A true extrovert, he doesn't like to be alone nor does he like to see it in others. He's also oh-so-very loud.
**BIO:**
Born into an extremely wealthy Scottish family with a good reputation for business and a notorious one for scandals, Jamie had big shoes to fill. Tutored at home in addition to his normal Primary School work throughout all of his childhood years, it wasn't an excessively happy time and he lacked the freedom most children were given; however, his parents felt it necessary – not as naturally clever as many of his brothers and sisters, a head for business had to be drilled into him.
Even so, he always noticed something was different about himself, and so did others. His parents called him a “leprechaun” for his abnormally good luck, untamed and uncontrolled when he was younger. If he desperately wanted something (like to *win*), he would – barely. His grades were consistently just above the pass mark every time, no matter where it was set at, and even waking up at the latest possible moment to go to school he would always somehow make it. It all came to a head in one particular incident at age eleven: a car accident with him as the pedestrian where he survived miraculously unscathed.
It was only when he started stretching the limits of his strange luck that it began to fail him (and as a result, he began to fail his tests). Quickly he shut it off – clearly it only 'guided' him so he still had to study, or wake up early enough to get to class – and after he grew up into a teenager, he honestly forgot all about it. It was just an overactive imagination trying to think of himself as something special, or at least, that's what he told himself.
Once enrolled in Northwood Academy on the suggestion of his aunt, he continued to pull a 'barely passing' GPA at 3.1, teeter around two tardies out of three each term, barely make curfew and survive all in all through sheer luck alone. The only thing he seems truly talented in is sports – most if not all kinds. His ability almost certainly contributes to that, without his knowledge.
**HOW YOU CAME TO THE SCHOOL:**
Enrolled from Year 1 onwards – accepted due to rich parents.
**PREFERRED DORM:**
Wells Hall
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**NAME:** Luca Seacliffe
**AGE:** 14
**YEAR:** 1st Year
**NORMAL OR SUPERNATURAL?**
A supernatural with particularly mundane talents. She is similar to the legends of the trickster, having an abnormal talent for misdirection and confusing others.
**PERSONALITY:**
Luca is, without a doubt, a girl with too few marbles and an insatiable curiosity for places considered off limits. She appears immature for her age, still caught up in the carefree imagination of childhood where pranks and magic tricks are more than enjoyable. She has not grown out of that phase, still a precocious kid with too many questions rather than a young woman supposedly on the cusp of adulthood. While intelligent, she doesn't quite understand social norms and is an unrepentant tomboy.
**BIO:**
Luca Seacliffe is the illegitimate daughter of an extremely wealthy businessman and a 'woman of loose morals' (or at least, that's what her mother calls herself) – her household was of average income at best but as an only child she did not have any competition for affection or toys. Even so, her mother was often busy; Luca amused herself from a young age with television and magic sets that were old Christmas present. By ten, she was already designing her own to emulate those she saw in the media.
She had a brief taste of fame in a local newspaper back home in Carlisle, for her winning act in a talent show and since then she had wanted more. Her mother moved to America, however, taking the young star in the making with her and allowing her brief reputation to fall into obscurity. Luca was enrolled into the Northwood Academy of Excellence for her prodigious grades; however, it came with a warning that her social skills left much to be desired.
**HOW YOU CAME TO THE SCHOOL:**
First year student this year – scholarship student.
**PREFERRED DORM:**
Dorsey Hall – she likes the mystery. |
47,705 | 1,295 | 3 | 1,390 | 1,432 | Lydia:
“I was _really_ looking forward to the bonfire on Friday, but _guess_ where I get to go instead?” Lydia’s dorm mate, Charlotte, asked her with an extra emphasis on the word “guess.”
Lydia shrugged because she didn’t really want to play the “where in the world does Charlotte get to go this time?” game.
Her dorm mate frowned just enough to force the tiniest crease into the flawless skin on her forehead. Although she disliked how nasty it was of her, Lydia seemed to delight in any imperfections that appeared on Charlotte’s face. She would never admit it out loud though.
“Paris!” Charlotte squealed. “For a fashion show. Daddy called the office to excuse me from class Friday. We’re leaving tomorrow afternoon and coming back Sunday morning. Can you believe that? Just one day in France!”
Lydia smiled politely. She didn’t really care that much, but Charlotte was one of her only friends at Northwood. If she could even call her that since the only times she seemed to see Charlotte were in the morning and before bed. It was a rare occurrence for her to be studying in the library with Lydia. Charlotte took a huge bite out of an apple, and Lydia thought to herself, No food in the library…
But then again, she had a snack of her own. A small can of almonds she had saved from the cafeteria the day before. They were her favorite and she concealed them between her book bag and a large textbook on the table in front of her.
“Oh, look at that girl over there…” Charlotte stared right behind Lydia. She turned in her seat and saw a strange looking girl with black hair standing up from the spot she was in. Lydia turned back to Charlotte who had a scowl on her face.
“What’s her name again? Starts with a Z I think. She’s creepy. Looks like Dracula.” Charlotte whispered. Lydia shrugged half-heartedly, not wanting to say anything. She didn’t like it when she talked about “creepy” and “weird” people. Lydia hardly ever said anything about it, only putting her foot down the year before when Charlotte accused a boy she didn’t even know of kidnapping Helen. She had told Charlotte how cruel she was for accusing the boy, some freshman, of hurting some poor girl just for the thrill of starting a rumor. She was ignored for at least three days after that.
Before Charlotte could say anything else, a girl Lydia knew from her dorm, Wells Hall, passed by. Lydia was too shy to say hello, and Charlotte was too snotty to acknowledge her existence and so she passed by while Lydia put her head down.
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Max:
Max was in his English class when the Madame Geroux made the daily announcements. They were late, but he didn’t care. The teacher had stopped talking and kept shushing students who were chatting while the headmaster spoke over the intercom.
Max himself tuned in and out for the things that actually applied to him. He wasn’t looking forward to the track practice tomorrow morning. His legs were already killing him from yesterday morning’s practice. For some reason it was taking him longer than usual to get back into the groove of long distance running. Maybe it was the lack of sleep from all the nightmares he was having. Max saw Helen everywhere.
Not as ghost, not like the badly burnt girl sitting in the desk next to him who had been staring at him intently every day since the semester began. More like a hallucination. He never really knew her, but he had had a crush on her when she was alive. It was something he would never admit but she was so pretty that Max couldn’t ignore her. And it affected him in a way he didn’t think it would when the news that she had been found dead by the lake spread around the school like wildfire. Despite not knowing her, he kept having nightmares about her death. A masked man slicing her open before carving words into her skin...it horrified him.
Max heard the news about the bonfire, but he wasn’t looking forward to it. He didn’t like being around so many people. He would have to see if Lydia, a family friend, was going to go with her friends. Otherwise, he was probably going to find somewhere else to be. | ---
Character Sheet:
**Appearance**
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**Name:** Cerise Sonata
**Age:** Undisclosed
**Normal or Supernatural:** Dhampyr. There are many fictions that detail the characteristics of this half vampire breed. However, Cerise has only a few select known. Her sleek knee length ebony hair is a traditional feature but her canines are not as expected. Most fictions describe the canines as being extremely elongated whereas Cerises are only slightly longer than those of normals. She can sustain herself off of both blood as well as normal food, though her hunger is sated for longer from feeding on blood. Her skin is very pale and if she goes too long without feeding can begin to appear translucent. Her body is also slightly jelly-like, implying that she lacks real bones. She is surprisingly not ice to the touch though nine would quite refer to her as warm either. Lastly, Cerise can be exposed to sunlight for up to 2 hours maximum within a 24-hour period, though she lacks a shadow. Any longer than that and she begins to visibly smoke and experience a burning-like pain.
**Personality:** Cerise is a strange being, aside from her being a half-breed. At first glance, most would expect her to be cold and, for lack of a better term, evil. Cerise had the capacity to portray those traits, the same as anyone but what you'll find behind her somewhat menacingly appearance might surprise you. Cerise is extremely passionate about the arts, specifically music. She has an incredible sense of humor, though she rarely cracks jokes herself. It is not uncommon to find her smiling when she is found in the theater. The only exception to her "normal" behavior are the humans. Being a half vampire, she struggles with viewing them as little more than a food source. This causes her interactions with her human students to be a little more strained and to seem ruder than intended.
**Bio:** Cerise shares very little about her past with others. She tends to focus on her time in France, her birth place. She describes a small coven predominantly of women housed in the ruins of a forgotten theater. Every time she tells the story, her eyes lighten to a shimmering emerald shade. It was there she practiced her art; singing and piano.
The women raised her as if she were a full blooded vampire, never talking about where her mother/father or even who they were.
Only particular Vampiress, Margot, indulged with her an indication that her father ran off when finding that her mother was with child. And her mother? Well, Cerise still isn't sure but she doesn't think that she's half human.
Perhaps, there's a reason she's so musically inclined. Besides, she's been told to have the voice of a siren on more than one occasion.
**Class Taught:** Music |
47,706 | 1,295 | 4 | 2,167 | 1,574 | **Martha Jacobs**
_Helen Schwartz, Helen Schwartz, Helen, Helen _Goddamn _Schwartz._
It was all Martha had heard since she started at Northwood Academy. At first she had been so shocked by what had happened the year before: a girl murdered with crazy, undecipherable things etched into her skin, tossed in a lake. It was terrible and very, _very_ scary. She hadn’t even heard about it on the news and her father certainly hadn’t bothered to do a background check on the school before sending her to study here for the next two years.
You could say she was bitter.
And grumpy, and annoyed. It wasn’t that she didn’t care about what had happened to the girl named Helen it was just that she hadn’t known her at all. So it was hard for her to be too emotional about it and her feelings were more on the scared end than they were sad. She was sick of hearing about Helen Goddamn Schwartz. But that wasn’t the only thing bothering her.
Besides how much she hated the fact that she had to attend a new school just because her father didn’t want her messing with his perfect, new family…something was very _off_. Ever since the day she arrived at Northwood Martha had been feeling a gnawing sense of dread. Normally she would have attributed it to the fact that a girl had been found dead close by but it just wasn’t the same feeling she normally had about death. It felt as though she had been cursed with a permanent, thrumming headache and waves of nausea washed over her at random times throughout the day. More mysteriously was the very soft, buzzing sound she heard in her ear every night before she went to sleep. She hadn’t felt this way since her mother’s death, and this time it was worse. If that was even possible. She got an awful vibe from Northwood, especially her dorm. And Martha was _very_ careful not to touch anything, not yet. She was scared of what she might see.
The school day was close to being over when the announcements came on. Listening intently, she wondered if it was too late to join the soccer team. She was already on the track team and she didn’t know if the schedules would conflict each other or not. Her intent was to participate in school activities as much as possible in order to distract herself from all the bad feelings. Maybe the bonfire tomorrow would be a nice way of meeting people. She had distanced herself from her friends back home so much that none of them had bothered to write her. It hurt, and Martha missed the company.
She wasn’t too sure about her roommate, Hazel, yet. It wasn’t that she was mean or anything, she was just quiet. Of course, if Martha talked to her she wasn’t rude enough to ignore her or end the conversation quickly. But the girl hardly spoke to her first, only responded. Martha supposed she was just shy or something. Hopefully that would change as they got to know each other.
She sighed. Hopefully Martha would have the chance to get to know a lot of people. | > Name: Ash Mareinos
>
> Appearance first (image):
> Ash has an irregular oblong red tinted birthmark just above her left knee. She has a scar on the inside of left arm where she cut it on accident while playing on some farm equipment, and another on her right knee from falling off her bike while learning how to ride. Her ears are pierced.
> (
>
> Age: 15
>
> Year: 2nd year
>
> Normal or Supernatural (as in, what are you?): Supernatural. Ash is the far descendant of water nymphs. She is the first in a very long time to show any promise. Her gifts would be control of water, ability to breath under water, she is far enough removed from the original Nymph in her line that she will not have the control over sexual desires that is common with Nymphs. She is also an excellent singer, and her parents had her classically trained.
>
> Personality: Ash is brilliant, but she doesn't apply herself. At Northwood she does the bare minimum to not get in trouble. She avoids the smaller school work as much as possible, but aces her tests with ease. She has a streak of anger that comes out when questioned about her choices. She's modest and prefers long skirts, since she can't wear pants at school. Though she always has a pair packed in case of need to climb a tree. Ash is tom-boyish and outgoing.
>
> Bio: Ash is descendant from the nymph Pareia and Minos' son Nephalion. She was raised on a ranch in Upstate New York. The ranch had a lake that she spent most of her summers in. As such her skin is tanned deeply (Don't let the photo fool you). Ash doesn't know who her ancestors are. What she knows is she's a really good swimmer and never seems to have to come for air. Her parents take a vacation to the ocean for two weeks every year, there she swims in the ocean and seems unbothered by the tides.
>
> It was during one of these trips to the ocean that one of her older brother was pulled out to sea in a riptide. Ash freaked out and swam to him, she was miraculously able to rescue her brother. He swears that the ocean obeyed her pleas for his safety, and has become very devout about her safety. They exchange letters frequently.
>
> Ash has several other brothers varying in older and younger (there are a total of 6 boys), she's a middle child. Because of all of her brother's she has grown up rather tom-boyish, she's the type to walk a fence or take a dare.
>
> Ash is nervous about the lake after last year's incident, but the draw to swim it much too strong for her to ignore it for long.
>
> How you came to the school (did you transfer or are you a Year 1 student?): She started here her first year.
>
> Preferred Dorm: Wells Hall
>
> _______________________________________
> Name: Amy Snow
>
> Appearance first (image):
> (
>
> Age: 15
>
> Year: 2nd
>
> Normal or Supernatural (as in, what are you?): Normal
>
> Personality: Not outgoing, unless it's going to the Library. She holds no resentment over being an orphan, in fact she believes that she's got it made. She has no family history to hold her back. Amy has a drive to prove herself in the classroom. She is easily found in the library. Amy is an extrovert surprisingly, so even though she revels in books Amy needs friendship. She's not daring enough to be part of Ash's group of friends, and it's clear Ash doesn't have much time for someone so stuck in her books.
>
> Bio: Amy is an orphan. She was raised in a Home, capital H and all. All she knows of her family is her name. Other than that she has never cared. She may have been raised in the Home, but she grew up in the library. She lived close enough to DC to take two buses every weekend into the city to go to the Library of Congress, and the Smithsonian. She was, by the time she was ten, considered a permanent fixture in the library.
>
> When she turned 14 one of the librarians put a stack of school applications in front of her. She filled them all out and was accepted to most (only the ones who needed more socialization in her record turned her down). Amy was told by the librarians that she was to apply all of herself to her school work and they'd pay and find scholarships for her. They want her to succeed, and she wants to show them how much she really can do. Her strength is in languages, but she isn't short in sciences or maths.
>
> Amy didn't know the girl last year, but it struck her deep. She won't have anything to do with the lake now.
>
> How you came to the school (did you transfer or are you a Year 1 student?): Came as a 1st year.
>
> Preferred Dorm: Elliot Hall
>
>
>
Accepted! |
47,707 | 1,295 | 5 | 1,250 | 1,504 | (
Her fingers lingered over the ebony and ivory and she could feel her pulse quicken. Elena slowly allowed her fingers to rest on the keys of the piano, thankful that the class this early in the day had few students. For a moment she allowed herself to look up at the people around her, a total of 6 pairs of eyes staring right back at her. Elena immediately regretted having looked up.
"Elena.." A voice caressed her name, belonging to the darkest pair of eyes in the room; Miss Sonata. "Play what you have composed." Her words were soft and yet lacked tenderness, the statement worded as a command and not a request.
Glancing down once more, readjusting the placement of her hands, Elena fixed her gaze of the handwritten composition in front of her. "This is a piece I've been working on. It's kind of sad and because of such - I think it is appropriate to dedicate this song to Helen." Her voice was barely above a whisper but she knew that she had the classes attention and they would have all heard her words.
---
There was no hesitation once she stopped speaking and her fingers began to melodiously tickle the keys, a somber sound that filled the room. It felt heavier now that the class was thinking of Helen as the music filled their ears. Cerise could not help but smirk to herself with pride over Elena, wondering silently to herself if she had purposefully tweaked the higher keys to be slightly out of key. It gave the melody a severely eerie sentiment and Cerise could almost visibly see the shudders her students were trying to hide.
Though, whether or not it was Elena's music or the dark stare Cerise was giving them that made them shiver was up for debate. Cerise knew this. And most days she ignored it. But summer had not been kind to her and her students had received the brunt of her sourness. Especially her normals.
The hiss of the PA system seemed to break the room from its trance as Elena stopped her piece, packing her music into her bag and returning to her seat. As the announcements came to a close, Cerise dismissed the class early-asking that only Elena remain. | > !( "enter image title here")
>
>
> A rather pretty girl, Hazel is mostly known for her strange, mystical, and maybe even witchy eyes. She stands at about 5'10 and is thin and lanky, mostly due to her constant forgetfulness to eat and stay healthy. Her face is small and pale, and normally heavily made up, especially during school days. Hazel's lips are somewhat large and always curled into a pout, while her nose is small and rounded. Her eyes seem to be blue-green, and almost have a silvery appearance to them. Messy pale brown hair frames Hazel's round face, giving her a much more childish appearance. She is rarely seen in anything too fancy, oft preferring sweats and sweaters over dresses and heels, and her hair is normally held up in a large, messy bun, or loose and down to her mid-back.
>
>
> **Name:**
>
> Hazel Barwicke
>
> **Age:**
>
> 16
>
> **Year:**
>
> Third Year
>
> **Normal or Supernatural:**
>
> Clairvoyant (Unaware) - Sees the future through reflective surfaces, more so TVs and computer screens, and hears whispers through phones and during her dreams. Most of her precognition are hard to decipher and rarely wrong, but she has learned to somewhat use them to her advantage, even if she just thinks of them as mere lucky streaks. Also spiritually sensitive, and can see ghosts and other supernatural phenomena.
>
>
>
> **Personality:**
>
> Hazel is a clever and quick-witted young woman, with a sharp tongue and a direct way of approaching things. She is not afraid to speak her mind and will more times then not fight for what she believes is right before truly thinking into it. Very curious towards things that seem strange and loves to go out and adventure whenever she gets a chance. Typically cynical of most people, she is overly polite and quiet around strangers, and at times even friends, unless they are doing something outright wrong or immoral in her eyes. If that is the case, then she will not hold back on insults or reprimands until she feels it is right to stop. Over all introverted, she is easy to talk to but looses energy easily if around too many people, and after parties or large excursions she normally allows herself a day or two alone to relax and recharge. Plagued by visions and voices when both asleep and awake, Ash rarely sleeps well, and is rather forgetful. There are many times when she has forgotten to eat or speak during her daily life, which leaves her family a bit worried for her well-being.
>
> Absolutely loves poems, and has a rather clever mind. She could write music and lyrics for hours without stopping, and many times she has done exactly that. Easily stressed out, Hazel has trouble keeping calm at times, and if she gets too far into her panic she may suffer for anxiety attacks and other mildly worrying forms of panic. While she does her best to stay afloat in school, she can very quickly get discouraged if she is unable to do something as easily as she would like. Most of her stress is bore from her lack of sleep and her parents wish for her to keep doing well in school, and while some would say for her to simply take a break and nap it just isn't that easy. Excels in English and music classes, while she is relatively okay at math and science.
>
> Around TVs, phones, and other tech-related devices she is rather nervous. Her powers usually seem to filter through the slender, hole-ridden telephones or smooth, black screens of televisions, more clearly then anywhere else, so when she is close to any sort of electric based item she may hear whispers, or see images of the past or future. Her powers also filter in through still water, windows, mirrors, and dreams, and are overall very dull and hard to see and understand. She is unaware that this is even a power, instead thinking of it as her remembering something odd, like deja vu. She also seems to be sensitive to supernatural forces, and can at times see white outlines of people, or ghosts, as others would call them.
>
>
> **Bio:**
>
> Hazel was born into a normal, Thai-Irish family. She was the first (and only) child, heavily spoiled, and loved unconditionally by her doctor mother and lawyer father. Of course, due to her parents being busy with their work, she was often alone in her childhood, and though she acted like she didn't mind it kind of got to her eventually, leaving her to be a very withdrawn child. As she grew, Hazel began to notice all the people who lived in her house with them, like the man with the rope around his neck, and the children who often jumped from the railings to the foyer below while giggling hysterically. Hazel often told her parents of these people, but they brushed her off gently, calling them her "imaginary friends". And she soon began to believe they imaginary as well eventually.
>
> The first time she heard whispers of the future was when she was ten, and she was home alone playing with her dad's old guitar. The phone rang suddenly from the kitchen, the old white land line phone that had been broken for the passed three weeks, and Hazel answered with slight hesitance. On the other end, whispers, excited and certain, filtered through and filled her mind with images. She saw a cat, a bad test grade, and an unfamiliar, sobbing child. So surprised by these images, Hazel dropped the phone and fell back, yelling out in fear as the images took over her mind and caused a massive headache. She was bedridden for two days, and when she finally was able to walk and talk without getting a migraine and a nosebleed she returned to school. On her way, though, she was caught up by the most adorable, yet familiar looking cat. She spent a few minutes trying to coax it forward before continuing on her way. In her second period science class, there was a sudden quiz, which she didn't do too well on, receiving a low seventy as a grade, and during recess, the new kid was being harshly bullied. Hazel witnessed all of this, feeling such a heavy sense of deja vu that she almost felt sick.
>
> These odd phenomena continued happening, well into her middle school and then high school life, though she merely brushed them off as sleep-deprived hallucinations/lucky guesses. She was eventually enrolled into the Northwood Academy, and she transferred in during her sophomore year of high school.
>
> **How You Came to the School:**
>
> Transfer
>
> **Preferred Dorm:**
>
> Dorsey Hall
>
Accepted! |
47,708 | 1,295 | 6 | 1,390 | 1,432 | **Hazel Barwicke - Dorsey Hall - Front Lawn**
Her nap was short lived but enjoyable, a dreamless journey through a colorless sleep. Instead of the dreams that plagued her, thoughts filled her mind, making her feel heavy and drowsy, but at the same time oddly aware of her scheduel for the day. Once she awoke it would be straight to Ms. Sonata's (hopefully empty) classroom to discuss some club ideas hat she had been brewing, then directly after that Calculus. What came next became a blur as a sudden pain in her right arm sent her eyes flashing open, and the new, added weight on her chest almost sent her sprawling into a panic attack. The pain and heaviness was gone in an instant though, and as she sat up quickly a surprised voice beside her cried,
_“Crap! I’m so sorry Are you okay?"_
Hazel glanced to her left, eyes smokey with grogginess and confusion at the sight of a dark looking girl. Hazel ignored the slight feeling of lack of naturalism she normally felt when in the halls with the rest of the students and instead tilted her head to the side, forcing a smile as she rose her hand to assure that she was fine. This was definitely a new face, though Hazel didn't exactly know many people to begin with, so it wouldn't help to yell or be rude towards her. Not if she wanted to be known as friendly to the rest of the school. With the normal forced politeness that she usually had, Hazel nodded towards the girl, smile widening only slightly,
"I-I'm fine, really, there's no need to apologize." She shoved a clump of hair behind her ear, ignoring the fact that grass still clung to her back and hair. Hazel nodded once more, the final assurance that everything was perfectly fine, and as her gaze shifted slightly to the watch at her wrist, though she was much to focused on her politeness to actually read the time,
"I'm, uh, the name's Hazel. Hazel Barwicke. Sorry, I don't think I've seen you around before?" Her fake smile widened just a tiny bit more, her anxiousness from before fading slowly as she continued speaking, but panic boiled up once she realized what time it actually was. Her (unplanned) meeting with Ms. Sonata! Ah, aaaah, it would be rude to leave this girl hanging, but she had to ask the music teacher about her club idea. Stress became evident on her face despite her smile, and her fingers jittered impatiently as she awaited the odd-feeling girl's reply. | ---
Character Sheet:
**Appearance**
!( "Cerise Sonata")
**Name:** Cerise Sonata
**Age:** Undisclosed
**Normal or Supernatural:** Dhampyr. There are many fictions that detail the characteristics of this half vampire breed. However, Cerise has only a few select known. Her sleek knee length ebony hair is a traditional feature but her canines are not as expected. Most fictions describe the canines as being extremely elongated whereas Cerises are only slightly longer than those of normals. She can sustain herself off of both blood as well as normal food, though her hunger is sated for longer from feeding on blood. Her skin is very pale and if she goes too long without feeding can begin to appear translucent. Her body is also slightly jelly-like, implying that she lacks real bones. She is surprisingly not ice to the touch though nine would quite refer to her as warm either. Lastly, Cerise can be exposed to sunlight for up to 2 hours maximum within a 24-hour period, though she lacks a shadow. Any longer than that and she begins to visibly smoke and experience a burning-like pain.
**Personality:** Cerise is a strange being, aside from her being a half-breed. At first glance, most would expect her to be cold and, for lack of a better term, evil. Cerise had the capacity to portray those traits, the same as anyone but what you'll find behind her somewhat menacingly appearance might surprise you. Cerise is extremely passionate about the arts, specifically music. She has an incredible sense of humor, though she rarely cracks jokes herself. It is not uncommon to find her smiling when she is found in the theater. The only exception to her "normal" behavior are the humans. Being a half vampire, she struggles with viewing them as little more than a food source. This causes her interactions with her human students to be a little more strained and to seem ruder than intended.
**Bio:** Cerise shares very little about her past with others. She tends to focus on her time in France, her birth place. She describes a small coven predominantly of women housed in the ruins of a forgotten theater. Every time she tells the story, her eyes lighten to a shimmering emerald shade. It was there she practiced her art; singing and piano.
The women raised her as if she were a full blooded vampire, never talking about where her mother/father or even who they were.
Only particular Vampiress, Margot, indulged with her an indication that her father ran off when finding that her mother was with child. And her mother? Well, Cerise still isn't sure but she doesn't think that she's half human.
Perhaps, there's a reason she's so musically inclined. Besides, she's been told to have the voice of a siren on more than one occasion.
**Class Taught:** Music |
47,709 | 1,295 | 7 | 2,167 | 1,574 | James walked into the school library, tired, and slow. He had had a late night last night, too reading magazines, and writing some letters to his friends back home. Somehow, he had managed to make it through the school day without falling asleep. He had his rucksack, and went over to a table with a single girl on it. James couldn't quite remember her name, but he knew that every time that he came into the library, she was here, reading a book. And he also never saw her out of class either. He needed to finish an essay about Of Mice and Men, and he couldn't think of anything. Quietly, he sat down on the chair opposite, and asked her, "Hey, would you mind helping me with an essay?" | > Name: Ash Mareinos
>
> Appearance first (image):
> Ash has an irregular oblong red tinted birthmark just above her left knee. She has a scar on the inside of left arm where she cut it on accident while playing on some farm equipment, and another on her right knee from falling off her bike while learning how to ride. Her ears are pierced.
> (
>
> Age: 15
>
> Year: 2nd year
>
> Normal or Supernatural (as in, what are you?): Supernatural. Ash is the far descendant of water nymphs. She is the first in a very long time to show any promise. Her gifts would be control of water, ability to breath under water, she is far enough removed from the original Nymph in her line that she will not have the control over sexual desires that is common with Nymphs. She is also an excellent singer, and her parents had her classically trained.
>
> Personality: Ash is brilliant, but she doesn't apply herself. At Northwood she does the bare minimum to not get in trouble. She avoids the smaller school work as much as possible, but aces her tests with ease. She has a streak of anger that comes out when questioned about her choices. She's modest and prefers long skirts, since she can't wear pants at school. Though she always has a pair packed in case of need to climb a tree. Ash is tom-boyish and outgoing.
>
> Bio: Ash is descendant from the nymph Pareia and Minos' son Nephalion. She was raised on a ranch in Upstate New York. The ranch had a lake that she spent most of her summers in. As such her skin is tanned deeply (Don't let the photo fool you). Ash doesn't know who her ancestors are. What she knows is she's a really good swimmer and never seems to have to come for air. Her parents take a vacation to the ocean for two weeks every year, there she swims in the ocean and seems unbothered by the tides.
>
> It was during one of these trips to the ocean that one of her older brother was pulled out to sea in a riptide. Ash freaked out and swam to him, she was miraculously able to rescue her brother. He swears that the ocean obeyed her pleas for his safety, and has become very devout about her safety. They exchange letters frequently.
>
> Ash has several other brothers varying in older and younger (there are a total of 6 boys), she's a middle child. Because of all of her brother's she has grown up rather tom-boyish, she's the type to walk a fence or take a dare.
>
> Ash is nervous about the lake after last year's incident, but the draw to swim it much too strong for her to ignore it for long.
>
> How you came to the school (did you transfer or are you a Year 1 student?): She started here her first year.
>
> Preferred Dorm: Wells Hall
>
> _______________________________________
> Name: Amy Snow
>
> Appearance first (image):
> (
>
> Age: 15
>
> Year: 2nd
>
> Normal or Supernatural (as in, what are you?): Normal
>
> Personality: Not outgoing, unless it's going to the Library. She holds no resentment over being an orphan, in fact she believes that she's got it made. She has no family history to hold her back. Amy has a drive to prove herself in the classroom. She is easily found in the library. Amy is an extrovert surprisingly, so even though she revels in books Amy needs friendship. She's not daring enough to be part of Ash's group of friends, and it's clear Ash doesn't have much time for someone so stuck in her books.
>
> Bio: Amy is an orphan. She was raised in a Home, capital H and all. All she knows of her family is her name. Other than that she has never cared. She may have been raised in the Home, but she grew up in the library. She lived close enough to DC to take two buses every weekend into the city to go to the Library of Congress, and the Smithsonian. She was, by the time she was ten, considered a permanent fixture in the library.
>
> When she turned 14 one of the librarians put a stack of school applications in front of her. She filled them all out and was accepted to most (only the ones who needed more socialization in her record turned her down). Amy was told by the librarians that she was to apply all of herself to her school work and they'd pay and find scholarships for her. They want her to succeed, and she wants to show them how much she really can do. Her strength is in languages, but she isn't short in sciences or maths.
>
> Amy didn't know the girl last year, but it struck her deep. She won't have anything to do with the lake now.
>
> How you came to the school (did you transfer or are you a Year 1 student?): Came as a 1st year.
>
> Preferred Dorm: Elliot Hall
>
>
>
Accepted! |
47,710 | 1,295 | 8 | 1,250 | 1,504 | **Amy Snow - The library**
Amy looked up surprised at someone sitting across from her and speaking to her. She was normally an extrovert type of person, but had a hard time initiating conversation.
"Uh, yeah, I can help you." Amy smiled, faltering over her words a bit as she spoke. "Which essay?" She closed the book she had been reading, a break down of Latin roots. Amy tried to place the guy's face. She knew he was the same year as her, but didn't know which dorm he was in. | > !( "enter image title here")
>
>
> A rather pretty girl, Hazel is mostly known for her strange, mystical, and maybe even witchy eyes. She stands at about 5'10 and is thin and lanky, mostly due to her constant forgetfulness to eat and stay healthy. Her face is small and pale, and normally heavily made up, especially during school days. Hazel's lips are somewhat large and always curled into a pout, while her nose is small and rounded. Her eyes seem to be blue-green, and almost have a silvery appearance to them. Messy pale brown hair frames Hazel's round face, giving her a much more childish appearance. She is rarely seen in anything too fancy, oft preferring sweats and sweaters over dresses and heels, and her hair is normally held up in a large, messy bun, or loose and down to her mid-back.
>
>
> **Name:**
>
> Hazel Barwicke
>
> **Age:**
>
> 16
>
> **Year:**
>
> Third Year
>
> **Normal or Supernatural:**
>
> Clairvoyant (Unaware) - Sees the future through reflective surfaces, more so TVs and computer screens, and hears whispers through phones and during her dreams. Most of her precognition are hard to decipher and rarely wrong, but she has learned to somewhat use them to her advantage, even if she just thinks of them as mere lucky streaks. Also spiritually sensitive, and can see ghosts and other supernatural phenomena.
>
>
>
> **Personality:**
>
> Hazel is a clever and quick-witted young woman, with a sharp tongue and a direct way of approaching things. She is not afraid to speak her mind and will more times then not fight for what she believes is right before truly thinking into it. Very curious towards things that seem strange and loves to go out and adventure whenever she gets a chance. Typically cynical of most people, she is overly polite and quiet around strangers, and at times even friends, unless they are doing something outright wrong or immoral in her eyes. If that is the case, then she will not hold back on insults or reprimands until she feels it is right to stop. Over all introverted, she is easy to talk to but looses energy easily if around too many people, and after parties or large excursions she normally allows herself a day or two alone to relax and recharge. Plagued by visions and voices when both asleep and awake, Ash rarely sleeps well, and is rather forgetful. There are many times when she has forgotten to eat or speak during her daily life, which leaves her family a bit worried for her well-being.
>
> Absolutely loves poems, and has a rather clever mind. She could write music and lyrics for hours without stopping, and many times she has done exactly that. Easily stressed out, Hazel has trouble keeping calm at times, and if she gets too far into her panic she may suffer for anxiety attacks and other mildly worrying forms of panic. While she does her best to stay afloat in school, she can very quickly get discouraged if she is unable to do something as easily as she would like. Most of her stress is bore from her lack of sleep and her parents wish for her to keep doing well in school, and while some would say for her to simply take a break and nap it just isn't that easy. Excels in English and music classes, while she is relatively okay at math and science.
>
> Around TVs, phones, and other tech-related devices she is rather nervous. Her powers usually seem to filter through the slender, hole-ridden telephones or smooth, black screens of televisions, more clearly then anywhere else, so when she is close to any sort of electric based item she may hear whispers, or see images of the past or future. Her powers also filter in through still water, windows, mirrors, and dreams, and are overall very dull and hard to see and understand. She is unaware that this is even a power, instead thinking of it as her remembering something odd, like deja vu. She also seems to be sensitive to supernatural forces, and can at times see white outlines of people, or ghosts, as others would call them.
>
>
> **Bio:**
>
> Hazel was born into a normal, Thai-Irish family. She was the first (and only) child, heavily spoiled, and loved unconditionally by her doctor mother and lawyer father. Of course, due to her parents being busy with their work, she was often alone in her childhood, and though she acted like she didn't mind it kind of got to her eventually, leaving her to be a very withdrawn child. As she grew, Hazel began to notice all the people who lived in her house with them, like the man with the rope around his neck, and the children who often jumped from the railings to the foyer below while giggling hysterically. Hazel often told her parents of these people, but they brushed her off gently, calling them her "imaginary friends". And she soon began to believe they imaginary as well eventually.
>
> The first time she heard whispers of the future was when she was ten, and she was home alone playing with her dad's old guitar. The phone rang suddenly from the kitchen, the old white land line phone that had been broken for the passed three weeks, and Hazel answered with slight hesitance. On the other end, whispers, excited and certain, filtered through and filled her mind with images. She saw a cat, a bad test grade, and an unfamiliar, sobbing child. So surprised by these images, Hazel dropped the phone and fell back, yelling out in fear as the images took over her mind and caused a massive headache. She was bedridden for two days, and when she finally was able to walk and talk without getting a migraine and a nosebleed she returned to school. On her way, though, she was caught up by the most adorable, yet familiar looking cat. She spent a few minutes trying to coax it forward before continuing on her way. In her second period science class, there was a sudden quiz, which she didn't do too well on, receiving a low seventy as a grade, and during recess, the new kid was being harshly bullied. Hazel witnessed all of this, feeling such a heavy sense of deja vu that she almost felt sick.
>
> These odd phenomena continued happening, well into her middle school and then high school life, though she merely brushed them off as sleep-deprived hallucinations/lucky guesses. She was eventually enrolled into the Northwood Academy, and she transferred in during her sophomore year of high school.
>
> **How You Came to the School:**
>
> Transfer
>
> **Preferred Dorm:**
>
> Dorsey Hall
>
Accepted! |
47,711 | 1,295 | 9 | 1,523 | 3,443 | **James Mason**
James was relived to hear that she was going to help her. He may have been smart, but English was his weak point. "Thanks," he told the girl, "Miss Reese is going to kill me if I don't have this done on time." James got out his English book and copy of 'Of Mice and Men' and began flicking through his book in order to find his homework. "It's, uhh... Explore the Significance of Outsiders," he told her, "Would you be able to help me with that?" | Posted For Approval
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**NAME:** James “Jamie” Drummond
**AGE:** 16
**YEAR:** 2nd
**NORMAL OR SUPERNATURAL?**
Supernatural – “Luck” or otherwise the art of making it through something by the skin of his teeth. (Perhaps it has to do with probabilities and an instinctual knowledge of them. Either way, Jamie has learned from past mistakes the dangers of relying on it too much.)
**PERSONALITY:**
Jamie is the type to hate normality – he finds that a life without change and excitement is too mundane, too stagnant for him. He chases after thrills like a dog with a stick (minus the tongue-wagging). No danger is too huge, no task impossible for the courageous Jamie Drummond!
They say that Jamie is not quite right, that he doesn't look before he leaps and charges in like a bull. He's easy-going, certainly, but that doesn't mean he is mindful of his surroundings and those in it. His closest friends are the ones who can keep up with him, and those who *can't*... well, they're not worth his interest. His utter lack of care towards his academic work (and obsession over the practical) is by no means a reflection of his intellect; however, his common sense has vanished – if it even existed in the first place.
A true extrovert, he doesn't like to be alone nor does he like to see it in others. He's also oh-so-very loud.
**BIO:**
Born into an extremely wealthy Scottish family with a good reputation for business and a notorious one for scandals, Jamie had big shoes to fill. Tutored at home in addition to his normal Primary School work throughout all of his childhood years, it wasn't an excessively happy time and he lacked the freedom most children were given; however, his parents felt it necessary – not as naturally clever as many of his brothers and sisters, a head for business had to be drilled into him.
Even so, he always noticed something was different about himself, and so did others. His parents called him a “leprechaun” for his abnormally good luck, untamed and uncontrolled when he was younger. If he desperately wanted something (like to *win*), he would – barely. His grades were consistently just above the pass mark every time, no matter where it was set at, and even waking up at the latest possible moment to go to school he would always somehow make it. It all came to a head in one particular incident at age eleven: a car accident with him as the pedestrian where he survived miraculously unscathed.
It was only when he started stretching the limits of his strange luck that it began to fail him (and as a result, he began to fail his tests). Quickly he shut it off – clearly it only 'guided' him so he still had to study, or wake up early enough to get to class – and after he grew up into a teenager, he honestly forgot all about it. It was just an overactive imagination trying to think of himself as something special, or at least, that's what he told himself.
Once enrolled in Northwood Academy on the suggestion of his aunt, he continued to pull a 'barely passing' GPA at 3.1, teeter around two tardies out of three each term, barely make curfew and survive all in all through sheer luck alone. The only thing he seems truly talented in is sports – most if not all kinds. His ability almost certainly contributes to that, without his knowledge.
**HOW YOU CAME TO THE SCHOOL:**
Enrolled from Year 1 onwards – accepted due to rich parents.
**PREFERRED DORM:**
Wells Hall
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**NAME:** Luca Seacliffe
**AGE:** 14
**YEAR:** 1st Year
**NORMAL OR SUPERNATURAL?**
A supernatural with particularly mundane talents. She is similar to the legends of the trickster, having an abnormal talent for misdirection and confusing others.
**PERSONALITY:**
Luca is, without a doubt, a girl with too few marbles and an insatiable curiosity for places considered off limits. She appears immature for her age, still caught up in the carefree imagination of childhood where pranks and magic tricks are more than enjoyable. She has not grown out of that phase, still a precocious kid with too many questions rather than a young woman supposedly on the cusp of adulthood. While intelligent, she doesn't quite understand social norms and is an unrepentant tomboy.
**BIO:**
Luca Seacliffe is the illegitimate daughter of an extremely wealthy businessman and a 'woman of loose morals' (or at least, that's what her mother calls herself) – her household was of average income at best but as an only child she did not have any competition for affection or toys. Even so, her mother was often busy; Luca amused herself from a young age with television and magic sets that were old Christmas present. By ten, she was already designing her own to emulate those she saw in the media.
She had a brief taste of fame in a local newspaper back home in Carlisle, for her winning act in a talent show and since then she had wanted more. Her mother moved to America, however, taking the young star in the making with her and allowing her brief reputation to fall into obscurity. Luca was enrolled into the Northwood Academy of Excellence for her prodigious grades; however, it came with a warning that her social skills left much to be desired.
**HOW YOU CAME TO THE SCHOOL:**
First year student this year – scholarship student.
**PREFERRED DORM:**
Dorsey Hall – she likes the mystery. |
47,712 | 1,295 | 10 | 1,250 | 1,504 | **Ash - The Girls Locker Room**
Ash made it into the locker room with five minutes to spare. Having already received a tardy from Miss Reese set Ash a little on edge. Ash was the most careful when it came to class with Miss Reese, as she had the most power over her ability to swim.
Ash set to chatting with one of the other girls and was soon by the pool, her hair pulled under the cap. Just looking at the water, even the over chlorinated stuff in the pool, made Ash shiver with joy.
"Are you excited about the bonfire?" Mary, a girl on the team asked Ash. Ash nodded, too distracted by the water to care to get into the details. "Me too." Mary started gushing about the previous year and how much fun it had been and how she had been waiting since then to do it all over again. She was cut off when Miss Reese came into the pool area. Without so much as a word Miss Reese her whistle and the team was doing laps.
**Amy Snow - The library**
"Oh yeah, that's not that hard. I'm Amy." Amy reached out to shake the strange boy's hand.
"Mainly what you need to focus on is the historical context. I was in Miss Reese's Advanced lit class last year. She loves the tie ins." Amy explained. Amy then went on to explain further of how during that era people felt like they were being pushed out of their homes and normal lives. "I can show you a few good reference books if you want." Now that the conversation had started Amy was comfortable, especially since it was about things she understood. | > !( "enter image title here")
>
>
> A rather pretty girl, Hazel is mostly known for her strange, mystical, and maybe even witchy eyes. She stands at about 5'10 and is thin and lanky, mostly due to her constant forgetfulness to eat and stay healthy. Her face is small and pale, and normally heavily made up, especially during school days. Hazel's lips are somewhat large and always curled into a pout, while her nose is small and rounded. Her eyes seem to be blue-green, and almost have a silvery appearance to them. Messy pale brown hair frames Hazel's round face, giving her a much more childish appearance. She is rarely seen in anything too fancy, oft preferring sweats and sweaters over dresses and heels, and her hair is normally held up in a large, messy bun, or loose and down to her mid-back.
>
>
> **Name:**
>
> Hazel Barwicke
>
> **Age:**
>
> 16
>
> **Year:**
>
> Third Year
>
> **Normal or Supernatural:**
>
> Clairvoyant (Unaware) - Sees the future through reflective surfaces, more so TVs and computer screens, and hears whispers through phones and during her dreams. Most of her precognition are hard to decipher and rarely wrong, but she has learned to somewhat use them to her advantage, even if she just thinks of them as mere lucky streaks. Also spiritually sensitive, and can see ghosts and other supernatural phenomena.
>
>
>
> **Personality:**
>
> Hazel is a clever and quick-witted young woman, with a sharp tongue and a direct way of approaching things. She is not afraid to speak her mind and will more times then not fight for what she believes is right before truly thinking into it. Very curious towards things that seem strange and loves to go out and adventure whenever she gets a chance. Typically cynical of most people, she is overly polite and quiet around strangers, and at times even friends, unless they are doing something outright wrong or immoral in her eyes. If that is the case, then she will not hold back on insults or reprimands until she feels it is right to stop. Over all introverted, she is easy to talk to but looses energy easily if around too many people, and after parties or large excursions she normally allows herself a day or two alone to relax and recharge. Plagued by visions and voices when both asleep and awake, Ash rarely sleeps well, and is rather forgetful. There are many times when she has forgotten to eat or speak during her daily life, which leaves her family a bit worried for her well-being.
>
> Absolutely loves poems, and has a rather clever mind. She could write music and lyrics for hours without stopping, and many times she has done exactly that. Easily stressed out, Hazel has trouble keeping calm at times, and if she gets too far into her panic she may suffer for anxiety attacks and other mildly worrying forms of panic. While she does her best to stay afloat in school, she can very quickly get discouraged if she is unable to do something as easily as she would like. Most of her stress is bore from her lack of sleep and her parents wish for her to keep doing well in school, and while some would say for her to simply take a break and nap it just isn't that easy. Excels in English and music classes, while she is relatively okay at math and science.
>
> Around TVs, phones, and other tech-related devices she is rather nervous. Her powers usually seem to filter through the slender, hole-ridden telephones or smooth, black screens of televisions, more clearly then anywhere else, so when she is close to any sort of electric based item she may hear whispers, or see images of the past or future. Her powers also filter in through still water, windows, mirrors, and dreams, and are overall very dull and hard to see and understand. She is unaware that this is even a power, instead thinking of it as her remembering something odd, like deja vu. She also seems to be sensitive to supernatural forces, and can at times see white outlines of people, or ghosts, as others would call them.
>
>
> **Bio:**
>
> Hazel was born into a normal, Thai-Irish family. She was the first (and only) child, heavily spoiled, and loved unconditionally by her doctor mother and lawyer father. Of course, due to her parents being busy with their work, she was often alone in her childhood, and though she acted like she didn't mind it kind of got to her eventually, leaving her to be a very withdrawn child. As she grew, Hazel began to notice all the people who lived in her house with them, like the man with the rope around his neck, and the children who often jumped from the railings to the foyer below while giggling hysterically. Hazel often told her parents of these people, but they brushed her off gently, calling them her "imaginary friends". And she soon began to believe they imaginary as well eventually.
>
> The first time she heard whispers of the future was when she was ten, and she was home alone playing with her dad's old guitar. The phone rang suddenly from the kitchen, the old white land line phone that had been broken for the passed three weeks, and Hazel answered with slight hesitance. On the other end, whispers, excited and certain, filtered through and filled her mind with images. She saw a cat, a bad test grade, and an unfamiliar, sobbing child. So surprised by these images, Hazel dropped the phone and fell back, yelling out in fear as the images took over her mind and caused a massive headache. She was bedridden for two days, and when she finally was able to walk and talk without getting a migraine and a nosebleed she returned to school. On her way, though, she was caught up by the most adorable, yet familiar looking cat. She spent a few minutes trying to coax it forward before continuing on her way. In her second period science class, there was a sudden quiz, which she didn't do too well on, receiving a low seventy as a grade, and during recess, the new kid was being harshly bullied. Hazel witnessed all of this, feeling such a heavy sense of deja vu that she almost felt sick.
>
> These odd phenomena continued happening, well into her middle school and then high school life, though she merely brushed them off as sleep-deprived hallucinations/lucky guesses. She was eventually enrolled into the Northwood Academy, and she transferred in during her sophomore year of high school.
>
> **How You Came to the School:**
>
> Transfer
>
> **Preferred Dorm:**
>
> Dorsey Hall
>
Accepted! |
47,713 | 1,295 | 11 | 1,523 | 3,443 | **Jamie Drummond**
Three. Two. One. That was how many seconds it took for Jamie to analyse the situation, freak out (mildly) and consider his options. He could deny it, with the cigarette in his hand; bribe the teacher – Physics was a chill subject, right? – like any true Drummond would do; or he could bluff his way out, professionally, and plead ignorance.
As it was, his nerves were so frazzled that he “decided” on a mixture of them all, stifling the remains of his cigarette on the nearby window frame and tossing it out before turning to the teacher with a grin. “Wassup, sir?” His fingers itched and he stuffed them in his pockets before continuing, “Nope, if I recall correctly, there's not any rules on it. D'you want one?”
Jamie surreptitiously took a step back towards the staircase, as nonchalantly as he possibly could. He would have to run if things went south – not from the teacher (he lied to himself), but so he could make football practice in time. His ever-present grin didn't fade from his face the entire time, but it did sour slightly, a lie plastered across his face. | Posted For Approval
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**NAME:** James “Jamie” Drummond
**AGE:** 16
**YEAR:** 2nd
**NORMAL OR SUPERNATURAL?**
Supernatural – “Luck” or otherwise the art of making it through something by the skin of his teeth. (Perhaps it has to do with probabilities and an instinctual knowledge of them. Either way, Jamie has learned from past mistakes the dangers of relying on it too much.)
**PERSONALITY:**
Jamie is the type to hate normality – he finds that a life without change and excitement is too mundane, too stagnant for him. He chases after thrills like a dog with a stick (minus the tongue-wagging). No danger is too huge, no task impossible for the courageous Jamie Drummond!
They say that Jamie is not quite right, that he doesn't look before he leaps and charges in like a bull. He's easy-going, certainly, but that doesn't mean he is mindful of his surroundings and those in it. His closest friends are the ones who can keep up with him, and those who *can't*... well, they're not worth his interest. His utter lack of care towards his academic work (and obsession over the practical) is by no means a reflection of his intellect; however, his common sense has vanished – if it even existed in the first place.
A true extrovert, he doesn't like to be alone nor does he like to see it in others. He's also oh-so-very loud.
**BIO:**
Born into an extremely wealthy Scottish family with a good reputation for business and a notorious one for scandals, Jamie had big shoes to fill. Tutored at home in addition to his normal Primary School work throughout all of his childhood years, it wasn't an excessively happy time and he lacked the freedom most children were given; however, his parents felt it necessary – not as naturally clever as many of his brothers and sisters, a head for business had to be drilled into him.
Even so, he always noticed something was different about himself, and so did others. His parents called him a “leprechaun” for his abnormally good luck, untamed and uncontrolled when he was younger. If he desperately wanted something (like to *win*), he would – barely. His grades were consistently just above the pass mark every time, no matter where it was set at, and even waking up at the latest possible moment to go to school he would always somehow make it. It all came to a head in one particular incident at age eleven: a car accident with him as the pedestrian where he survived miraculously unscathed.
It was only when he started stretching the limits of his strange luck that it began to fail him (and as a result, he began to fail his tests). Quickly he shut it off – clearly it only 'guided' him so he still had to study, or wake up early enough to get to class – and after he grew up into a teenager, he honestly forgot all about it. It was just an overactive imagination trying to think of himself as something special, or at least, that's what he told himself.
Once enrolled in Northwood Academy on the suggestion of his aunt, he continued to pull a 'barely passing' GPA at 3.1, teeter around two tardies out of three each term, barely make curfew and survive all in all through sheer luck alone. The only thing he seems truly talented in is sports – most if not all kinds. His ability almost certainly contributes to that, without his knowledge.
**HOW YOU CAME TO THE SCHOOL:**
Enrolled from Year 1 onwards – accepted due to rich parents.
**PREFERRED DORM:**
Wells Hall
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**NAME:** Luca Seacliffe
**AGE:** 14
**YEAR:** 1st Year
**NORMAL OR SUPERNATURAL?**
A supernatural with particularly mundane talents. She is similar to the legends of the trickster, having an abnormal talent for misdirection and confusing others.
**PERSONALITY:**
Luca is, without a doubt, a girl with too few marbles and an insatiable curiosity for places considered off limits. She appears immature for her age, still caught up in the carefree imagination of childhood where pranks and magic tricks are more than enjoyable. She has not grown out of that phase, still a precocious kid with too many questions rather than a young woman supposedly on the cusp of adulthood. While intelligent, she doesn't quite understand social norms and is an unrepentant tomboy.
**BIO:**
Luca Seacliffe is the illegitimate daughter of an extremely wealthy businessman and a 'woman of loose morals' (or at least, that's what her mother calls herself) – her household was of average income at best but as an only child she did not have any competition for affection or toys. Even so, her mother was often busy; Luca amused herself from a young age with television and magic sets that were old Christmas present. By ten, she was already designing her own to emulate those she saw in the media.
She had a brief taste of fame in a local newspaper back home in Carlisle, for her winning act in a talent show and since then she had wanted more. Her mother moved to America, however, taking the young star in the making with her and allowing her brief reputation to fall into obscurity. Luca was enrolled into the Northwood Academy of Excellence for her prodigious grades; however, it came with a warning that her social skills left much to be desired.
**HOW YOU CAME TO THE SCHOOL:**
First year student this year – scholarship student.
**PREFERRED DORM:**
Dorsey Hall – she likes the mystery. |
47,714 | 1,295 | 12 | 1,250 | 1,504 | **Amy Snow**
"I don't mind. Though the library is closed Sunday's so I can meet you in the cafeteria." She felt like she was saying something so obvious about the library. "I'll make sure the to have the right books that will help you." She added. Amy wasn't part of any clubs or teams or anything. That of course was the main reason she had trouble when applying for schools. Amy just wasn't outgoing enough. | > !( "enter image title here")
>
>
> A rather pretty girl, Hazel is mostly known for her strange, mystical, and maybe even witchy eyes. She stands at about 5'10 and is thin and lanky, mostly due to her constant forgetfulness to eat and stay healthy. Her face is small and pale, and normally heavily made up, especially during school days. Hazel's lips are somewhat large and always curled into a pout, while her nose is small and rounded. Her eyes seem to be blue-green, and almost have a silvery appearance to them. Messy pale brown hair frames Hazel's round face, giving her a much more childish appearance. She is rarely seen in anything too fancy, oft preferring sweats and sweaters over dresses and heels, and her hair is normally held up in a large, messy bun, or loose and down to her mid-back.
>
>
> **Name:**
>
> Hazel Barwicke
>
> **Age:**
>
> 16
>
> **Year:**
>
> Third Year
>
> **Normal or Supernatural:**
>
> Clairvoyant (Unaware) - Sees the future through reflective surfaces, more so TVs and computer screens, and hears whispers through phones and during her dreams. Most of her precognition are hard to decipher and rarely wrong, but she has learned to somewhat use them to her advantage, even if she just thinks of them as mere lucky streaks. Also spiritually sensitive, and can see ghosts and other supernatural phenomena.
>
>
>
> **Personality:**
>
> Hazel is a clever and quick-witted young woman, with a sharp tongue and a direct way of approaching things. She is not afraid to speak her mind and will more times then not fight for what she believes is right before truly thinking into it. Very curious towards things that seem strange and loves to go out and adventure whenever she gets a chance. Typically cynical of most people, she is overly polite and quiet around strangers, and at times even friends, unless they are doing something outright wrong or immoral in her eyes. If that is the case, then she will not hold back on insults or reprimands until she feels it is right to stop. Over all introverted, she is easy to talk to but looses energy easily if around too many people, and after parties or large excursions she normally allows herself a day or two alone to relax and recharge. Plagued by visions and voices when both asleep and awake, Ash rarely sleeps well, and is rather forgetful. There are many times when she has forgotten to eat or speak during her daily life, which leaves her family a bit worried for her well-being.
>
> Absolutely loves poems, and has a rather clever mind. She could write music and lyrics for hours without stopping, and many times she has done exactly that. Easily stressed out, Hazel has trouble keeping calm at times, and if she gets too far into her panic she may suffer for anxiety attacks and other mildly worrying forms of panic. While she does her best to stay afloat in school, she can very quickly get discouraged if she is unable to do something as easily as she would like. Most of her stress is bore from her lack of sleep and her parents wish for her to keep doing well in school, and while some would say for her to simply take a break and nap it just isn't that easy. Excels in English and music classes, while she is relatively okay at math and science.
>
> Around TVs, phones, and other tech-related devices she is rather nervous. Her powers usually seem to filter through the slender, hole-ridden telephones or smooth, black screens of televisions, more clearly then anywhere else, so when she is close to any sort of electric based item she may hear whispers, or see images of the past or future. Her powers also filter in through still water, windows, mirrors, and dreams, and are overall very dull and hard to see and understand. She is unaware that this is even a power, instead thinking of it as her remembering something odd, like deja vu. She also seems to be sensitive to supernatural forces, and can at times see white outlines of people, or ghosts, as others would call them.
>
>
> **Bio:**
>
> Hazel was born into a normal, Thai-Irish family. She was the first (and only) child, heavily spoiled, and loved unconditionally by her doctor mother and lawyer father. Of course, due to her parents being busy with their work, she was often alone in her childhood, and though she acted like she didn't mind it kind of got to her eventually, leaving her to be a very withdrawn child. As she grew, Hazel began to notice all the people who lived in her house with them, like the man with the rope around his neck, and the children who often jumped from the railings to the foyer below while giggling hysterically. Hazel often told her parents of these people, but they brushed her off gently, calling them her "imaginary friends". And she soon began to believe they imaginary as well eventually.
>
> The first time she heard whispers of the future was when she was ten, and she was home alone playing with her dad's old guitar. The phone rang suddenly from the kitchen, the old white land line phone that had been broken for the passed three weeks, and Hazel answered with slight hesitance. On the other end, whispers, excited and certain, filtered through and filled her mind with images. She saw a cat, a bad test grade, and an unfamiliar, sobbing child. So surprised by these images, Hazel dropped the phone and fell back, yelling out in fear as the images took over her mind and caused a massive headache. She was bedridden for two days, and when she finally was able to walk and talk without getting a migraine and a nosebleed she returned to school. On her way, though, she was caught up by the most adorable, yet familiar looking cat. She spent a few minutes trying to coax it forward before continuing on her way. In her second period science class, there was a sudden quiz, which she didn't do too well on, receiving a low seventy as a grade, and during recess, the new kid was being harshly bullied. Hazel witnessed all of this, feeling such a heavy sense of deja vu that she almost felt sick.
>
> These odd phenomena continued happening, well into her middle school and then high school life, though she merely brushed them off as sleep-deprived hallucinations/lucky guesses. She was eventually enrolled into the Northwood Academy, and she transferred in during her sophomore year of high school.
>
> **How You Came to the School:**
>
> Transfer
>
> **Preferred Dorm:**
>
> Dorsey Hall
>
Accepted! |
47,715 | 1,295 | 13 | 1,250 | 1,504 | **Stephen O'Connell**
Stephen was shocked that this student had tried to bribe him, "Are you trying to *bribe* me," he asked the student, "I should take you to the headmistress's office right away!" However, he was particularly stressed today, having missed Ireland, and worrying a bit about transforming during the next full moon without his father - something which he had never done. Surely, he could make a single exception?
"Today's your lucky day," he told the boy. As he lit up a cigarette, he told him, "But if I catch you again, you're in big trouble," before walking out of the building to finish the cigarette.
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**James Mason**
*How could you be so stupid!?* James asked himself, *Of course the library's closed on Sundays!* James told her, "Sure, that's fine," before looking at his watch. It was twenty to five. "Oh my gosh, i'm so sorry, I've got to go to football practice!" he said, before packing his bag and rushing out of the library, "One pm?" he asked from across the room, "I'll see you there!" | > !( "enter image title here")
>
>
> A rather pretty girl, Hazel is mostly known for her strange, mystical, and maybe even witchy eyes. She stands at about 5'10 and is thin and lanky, mostly due to her constant forgetfulness to eat and stay healthy. Her face is small and pale, and normally heavily made up, especially during school days. Hazel's lips are somewhat large and always curled into a pout, while her nose is small and rounded. Her eyes seem to be blue-green, and almost have a silvery appearance to them. Messy pale brown hair frames Hazel's round face, giving her a much more childish appearance. She is rarely seen in anything too fancy, oft preferring sweats and sweaters over dresses and heels, and her hair is normally held up in a large, messy bun, or loose and down to her mid-back.
>
>
> **Name:**
>
> Hazel Barwicke
>
> **Age:**
>
> 16
>
> **Year:**
>
> Third Year
>
> **Normal or Supernatural:**
>
> Clairvoyant (Unaware) - Sees the future through reflective surfaces, more so TVs and computer screens, and hears whispers through phones and during her dreams. Most of her precognition are hard to decipher and rarely wrong, but she has learned to somewhat use them to her advantage, even if she just thinks of them as mere lucky streaks. Also spiritually sensitive, and can see ghosts and other supernatural phenomena.
>
>
>
> **Personality:**
>
> Hazel is a clever and quick-witted young woman, with a sharp tongue and a direct way of approaching things. She is not afraid to speak her mind and will more times then not fight for what she believes is right before truly thinking into it. Very curious towards things that seem strange and loves to go out and adventure whenever she gets a chance. Typically cynical of most people, she is overly polite and quiet around strangers, and at times even friends, unless they are doing something outright wrong or immoral in her eyes. If that is the case, then she will not hold back on insults or reprimands until she feels it is right to stop. Over all introverted, she is easy to talk to but looses energy easily if around too many people, and after parties or large excursions she normally allows herself a day or two alone to relax and recharge. Plagued by visions and voices when both asleep and awake, Ash rarely sleeps well, and is rather forgetful. There are many times when she has forgotten to eat or speak during her daily life, which leaves her family a bit worried for her well-being.
>
> Absolutely loves poems, and has a rather clever mind. She could write music and lyrics for hours without stopping, and many times she has done exactly that. Easily stressed out, Hazel has trouble keeping calm at times, and if she gets too far into her panic she may suffer for anxiety attacks and other mildly worrying forms of panic. While she does her best to stay afloat in school, she can very quickly get discouraged if she is unable to do something as easily as she would like. Most of her stress is bore from her lack of sleep and her parents wish for her to keep doing well in school, and while some would say for her to simply take a break and nap it just isn't that easy. Excels in English and music classes, while she is relatively okay at math and science.
>
> Around TVs, phones, and other tech-related devices she is rather nervous. Her powers usually seem to filter through the slender, hole-ridden telephones or smooth, black screens of televisions, more clearly then anywhere else, so when she is close to any sort of electric based item she may hear whispers, or see images of the past or future. Her powers also filter in through still water, windows, mirrors, and dreams, and are overall very dull and hard to see and understand. She is unaware that this is even a power, instead thinking of it as her remembering something odd, like deja vu. She also seems to be sensitive to supernatural forces, and can at times see white outlines of people, or ghosts, as others would call them.
>
>
> **Bio:**
>
> Hazel was born into a normal, Thai-Irish family. She was the first (and only) child, heavily spoiled, and loved unconditionally by her doctor mother and lawyer father. Of course, due to her parents being busy with their work, she was often alone in her childhood, and though she acted like she didn't mind it kind of got to her eventually, leaving her to be a very withdrawn child. As she grew, Hazel began to notice all the people who lived in her house with them, like the man with the rope around his neck, and the children who often jumped from the railings to the foyer below while giggling hysterically. Hazel often told her parents of these people, but they brushed her off gently, calling them her "imaginary friends". And she soon began to believe they imaginary as well eventually.
>
> The first time she heard whispers of the future was when she was ten, and she was home alone playing with her dad's old guitar. The phone rang suddenly from the kitchen, the old white land line phone that had been broken for the passed three weeks, and Hazel answered with slight hesitance. On the other end, whispers, excited and certain, filtered through and filled her mind with images. She saw a cat, a bad test grade, and an unfamiliar, sobbing child. So surprised by these images, Hazel dropped the phone and fell back, yelling out in fear as the images took over her mind and caused a massive headache. She was bedridden for two days, and when she finally was able to walk and talk without getting a migraine and a nosebleed she returned to school. On her way, though, she was caught up by the most adorable, yet familiar looking cat. She spent a few minutes trying to coax it forward before continuing on her way. In her second period science class, there was a sudden quiz, which she didn't do too well on, receiving a low seventy as a grade, and during recess, the new kid was being harshly bullied. Hazel witnessed all of this, feeling such a heavy sense of deja vu that she almost felt sick.
>
> These odd phenomena continued happening, well into her middle school and then high school life, though she merely brushed them off as sleep-deprived hallucinations/lucky guesses. She was eventually enrolled into the Northwood Academy, and she transferred in during her sophomore year of high school.
>
> **How You Came to the School:**
>
> Transfer
>
> **Preferred Dorm:**
>
> Dorsey Hall
>
Accepted! |
47,716 | 1,295 | 14 | 1,523 | 3,443 | Jamie Drummond
“That's the spirit,” Jamie said as the teacher left, running a hand through his hair to mess it up and checking his reflection in the glass window pane before sprinting down the other set of stairs three at a time. He never would have expected it to work but luck apparently was on his side. Again.
It really was weird how that happened so often.
Since he was fast, a former member of the track team as well as the football team (as the two were now held at the same time, mutually exclusive), Jamie made it to his locker room with time to spare. He often missed running as his primary sport – he was better at it it some ways than football, since his fellow competitors used to trip over their own two feet on the path – but in his quest to become “that guy”, a team sport was required.
Plus, if he helped win games, then the teachers were more lenient with their punishments.
Quickly, Jamie set about getting ready for practice and went out onto the field. | Posted For Approval
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**NAME:** James “Jamie” Drummond
**AGE:** 16
**YEAR:** 2nd
**NORMAL OR SUPERNATURAL?**
Supernatural – “Luck” or otherwise the art of making it through something by the skin of his teeth. (Perhaps it has to do with probabilities and an instinctual knowledge of them. Either way, Jamie has learned from past mistakes the dangers of relying on it too much.)
**PERSONALITY:**
Jamie is the type to hate normality – he finds that a life without change and excitement is too mundane, too stagnant for him. He chases after thrills like a dog with a stick (minus the tongue-wagging). No danger is too huge, no task impossible for the courageous Jamie Drummond!
They say that Jamie is not quite right, that he doesn't look before he leaps and charges in like a bull. He's easy-going, certainly, but that doesn't mean he is mindful of his surroundings and those in it. His closest friends are the ones who can keep up with him, and those who *can't*... well, they're not worth his interest. His utter lack of care towards his academic work (and obsession over the practical) is by no means a reflection of his intellect; however, his common sense has vanished – if it even existed in the first place.
A true extrovert, he doesn't like to be alone nor does he like to see it in others. He's also oh-so-very loud.
**BIO:**
Born into an extremely wealthy Scottish family with a good reputation for business and a notorious one for scandals, Jamie had big shoes to fill. Tutored at home in addition to his normal Primary School work throughout all of his childhood years, it wasn't an excessively happy time and he lacked the freedom most children were given; however, his parents felt it necessary – not as naturally clever as many of his brothers and sisters, a head for business had to be drilled into him.
Even so, he always noticed something was different about himself, and so did others. His parents called him a “leprechaun” for his abnormally good luck, untamed and uncontrolled when he was younger. If he desperately wanted something (like to *win*), he would – barely. His grades were consistently just above the pass mark every time, no matter where it was set at, and even waking up at the latest possible moment to go to school he would always somehow make it. It all came to a head in one particular incident at age eleven: a car accident with him as the pedestrian where he survived miraculously unscathed.
It was only when he started stretching the limits of his strange luck that it began to fail him (and as a result, he began to fail his tests). Quickly he shut it off – clearly it only 'guided' him so he still had to study, or wake up early enough to get to class – and after he grew up into a teenager, he honestly forgot all about it. It was just an overactive imagination trying to think of himself as something special, or at least, that's what he told himself.
Once enrolled in Northwood Academy on the suggestion of his aunt, he continued to pull a 'barely passing' GPA at 3.1, teeter around two tardies out of three each term, barely make curfew and survive all in all through sheer luck alone. The only thing he seems truly talented in is sports – most if not all kinds. His ability almost certainly contributes to that, without his knowledge.
**HOW YOU CAME TO THE SCHOOL:**
Enrolled from Year 1 onwards – accepted due to rich parents.
**PREFERRED DORM:**
Wells Hall
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**NAME:** Luca Seacliffe
**AGE:** 14
**YEAR:** 1st Year
**NORMAL OR SUPERNATURAL?**
A supernatural with particularly mundane talents. She is similar to the legends of the trickster, having an abnormal talent for misdirection and confusing others.
**PERSONALITY:**
Luca is, without a doubt, a girl with too few marbles and an insatiable curiosity for places considered off limits. She appears immature for her age, still caught up in the carefree imagination of childhood where pranks and magic tricks are more than enjoyable. She has not grown out of that phase, still a precocious kid with too many questions rather than a young woman supposedly on the cusp of adulthood. While intelligent, she doesn't quite understand social norms and is an unrepentant tomboy.
**BIO:**
Luca Seacliffe is the illegitimate daughter of an extremely wealthy businessman and a 'woman of loose morals' (or at least, that's what her mother calls herself) – her household was of average income at best but as an only child she did not have any competition for affection or toys. Even so, her mother was often busy; Luca amused herself from a young age with television and magic sets that were old Christmas present. By ten, she was already designing her own to emulate those she saw in the media.
She had a brief taste of fame in a local newspaper back home in Carlisle, for her winning act in a talent show and since then she had wanted more. Her mother moved to America, however, taking the young star in the making with her and allowing her brief reputation to fall into obscurity. Luca was enrolled into the Northwood Academy of Excellence for her prodigious grades; however, it came with a warning that her social skills left much to be desired.
**HOW YOU CAME TO THE SCHOOL:**
First year student this year – scholarship student.
**PREFERRED DORM:**
Dorsey Hall – she likes the mystery. |
47,717 | 1,295 | 15 | 1,523 | 3,443 | A Collaborative post between Zordon and Liriia
Hazel took the outstretched hand carefully, nodding once as she repeated the name over and over within her mind to be sure to remember. Zaylin, what a nice name, Hazel smirked a bit at the thought then stood swiftly, bowing at the waist out of habit while she still awkwardly clung to the other girl's hand. After a moment's pause she straighten, releasing the hand and blushing furiously as she stammered out a quick,
"Sorry, gotta run!" Before jogging off towards the main school building. The bun that had barely withstood even the slightest late-summer breeze fell apart as she ran, allowing her long hair to fall and tangle against her shoulders and back. She puffed a stray clump away from her nose as she pushed through one of the many side doors and glanced around cautiously. It seemed as though the next period had just started, proven by the few stragglers who were glancing through closed doors with upturned eyebrows or gathering books hurriedly from their lockers, and as Hazel slowed down to a peppy walk she kept her gaze forward and face straight. Didn't want to attract any unneeded attention, she was in too much of a rush to talk to others. The halls soon became empty the further she wandered, and with slight worry she neatened her hair and glanced about, eyes finally landing upon the music room door.
'Looks like she's still in, thank goodness...' She thought as her eyes quickly saw the dark silhouette of Ms. Sonata within the colorful room. Hazel took one last moment to adjust herself, smoothing down her shirt and hair multiple times before finally rasping her fist against the wood, silvery eyes peering through with slight anxiety as she uttered a firm,
"You'll be fine." To herself.
Cerise stood in the vivid music room, a visible black hole in comparison to her surroundings, finishing her conversation with Elena. The young girl showed promise musically and though many would not believe her to be capable of such a thing, Cerise cared deeply for the child. After all, Elena didn't cower like the other children. In fact, Elena has done quite the opposite since they had first met. Memories of their first meeting brought a soft smile to her lips as Elena gathered her things.
"Do not forget our conversation here, child. Enjoy your lunch period." she murmured, just as a light knock met her ears. "It appears mine will have to wait a few minutes more."
Elena said nothing, simply nodding and leaving the room with her books clung tightly to her chest. Cerise watched as the young girl left, leaving an anxious one standing in her door frame.
"You may enter." She spoke with authority, taking a seat nearest the piano. "You must have come to visit me for a reason, child. You look troubled. Tell me - what troubles you?"
Hazel nodded briefly as a girl whom she didn't know opened the door and then brushed passed her, saying nothing in exchange. She sighed once, head hanging low, but perked up as the familiar voice of Ms. Sonata drew her inside. Hazel smiled slightly, hands folded gently on her lap as she bowed slightly upon meeting the teacher's gaze, eyebrows upturning slightly,
"Oh, ah, I'm not troubled at all, I just..." She toyed with her cuticles, lips pursing as she sought for the words, "It's just, don't you think it would be a good idea to make a Music Club? Like, I think lots of the students would have fun with it, we could all hang out and practice music. Maybe even... Preform, if we can. Like a rock band! I thought that since you're the music teacher you might like to be the adviser or something, or maybe you can help us practice, or, or..." She trailed off, blushing as she realized she had just kind of went off on a tangent suddenly. Poor Ms. Sonata might be a bit overwhelmed.
"Sorry, I'm just kind of excited about this. I love music after all. It might be the only reason why I was allowed to go here..." She dug her heel into the paneled floor, ignoring the squeaky sound produced as she stared down at the dark-haired woman expectantly,
"You don't have to do it if you don't want to, though. I can always find another teacher..."
It was not often that Cerise caught herself smirking and yet here she was, twice in a matter of minutes. She shook her head from side to side, her ebony tresses swaying slightly. "Please, sit." She spoke, gracefully lifting a hand and motioning to a nearby chair. She watched intently in the silence as the girl nervously followed orders.
"Do not be a fool, child. What teacher would best suit a music club if not for the music teacher? But, you knew that already." Cerise spoke barely above a whisper as a devious smile threatened to cross her face. She stood slowly, now looming over the poor girl.
"Surely you are aware that the school already has various clubs for the arts. Tell me. How will this music club of yours differ from all the others?"
'Holy crap, I didn't realize how creepy Ms. Sonata can be. If looks could kill, I guess.'
Hazel's thoughts on the dark teacher's appearance were interrupted as she was instructed to take a seat. Polite as always, she nodded briefly and stepped over to the nearest seat as quietly as possible. Sitting awkwardly on the chair, Hazel nodded as the teacher spoke, and once the dark-feeling woman was looming over her like some sort of predator she let out a short, nervous laugh. She slowly sat back, allowing her own eyes to meet the dark Cerise's and with a small shrug she began to rattle off again,
"Well, it wouldn't be much different from the music classes. I'm imagining it to be a get together for those who love music, where they can all talk, practice, and maybe even p-preform if they want too," she curled a strand of hair around her finger tightly, ignoring the sting of restriction as she continued on,
"Like, perhaps the students could perform and provide constructive criticism aimed at improving performance and compositional skills. We could maybe even form some kind of vocal-and-instrumental band that can preform at dances or other gigs. That way, it's both educational and fun. A win-win, right?" As she spoke, her uncomfortable anxiety grew to be a passing threat, and she even managed to smile a tiny bit as she described the club's properties and possibly activities.
Ms. Sonata crossed her arms across her chest, eyeing the girl carefully. "What is your name, girl?"
"Ah, right, Hazel, Hazel Barwicke." She smiled gently, blushing slightly after forgetting the most needed part of introductions.
"Well, well Miss Hazel.." Cerise stroked lightly at her chin as if deep in thought, her eyes never breaking contact with the girl. "I will discuss the possibility of this club with the headmistress. You will need to come up with a schedule for the club meetings, a agenda to get us started and a list of say, 5 other students interested in the concept. Only then can I approach the headmistress." She bent at the waist, her nose nearly brushing against Hazel's. "Do you think you can manage that, child?"
Cerise silently wondered to herself the answer to her own question. Was this young girl, twirling her hair in what seemed to be a nervous habit, be capable of organizing the club? Granted, Cerise knew that if the girl was incapable-she may very well go to the headmistress herself for approval anyway. The concept of a music club had planted a seed and Cerise saw this as a way to expand her private collection of musicians. After all, most of the students avoided her for her appearance, and might still if Hazel mentioned her as the sponsor of this club. Music has always been a sweet spot for Miss Sonata. She silently wished the girl luck, while awaiting her response.
Hazel listened to Ms. Sonata's demands with a concentrated expression, repeating each need within her head many times in an effort to remember it. Perhaps she should start investing in colorful strings to tie around her fingers, that could help with her memory issue... No time to think about that now, though! Focus!
"I believe I can manage it, Ms. Sonata. Thank you so much for this, it means a lot to me..." Her smile widened, feeling complete joy as her dream of joining a music club was now within her reach. With a little bounce in her step she rose, brushing back a few clumps of hair as she slightly bowed once more to the music teacher,
"I'll have everything ready before the end of the week, hell, maybe even the end of the weekend!" She put hand to her mouth as she uttered the curse word, but brushed it off just as quick as she glanced towards the door. With one last smile towards the teacher she turned, slipped through the doorway, and was soon gone, running down the hall with the excitement of a child.
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Elena strode down the hall, the sound of her steps slightly echoing in the empty corridor. She clung her books to her chest, thinking about what Ms. Sonata had said about her composition. She had also spoke to her briefly about the passing of Helen - asking if it bothered her. To be honest, Elena hadn't thought about it much. She didn't know the girl and though she'd heard the stories - she did her best not to linger on the horrifying imagery people described.
She raised a hand, shielding her eyes from the sun as she exited the building and into the bright sunlight. She smiled as the rays warmed her skin, a welcome feeling after being in Ms. Sonatas presence. The woman cared for Elena but she had never been able to get used to the cold aura that surrounded her.
Within a few moments, Elena found herself nearest the football field, gazing as the team began to practice. She had never been good at land sports and her...unusual circumstances prevented her from joining the one team she most wanted to; the swim team. Breaking out of her trance of admiring the athleticism below, she turned back the cover of the book she carried and dug through her bag for a pencil, clicking the eraser a few times and pressing the lead to paper. Her piece was incomplete and now was as good a time of any to work on it. | Posted For Approval
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**NAME:** James “Jamie” Drummond
**AGE:** 16
**YEAR:** 2nd
**NORMAL OR SUPERNATURAL?**
Supernatural – “Luck” or otherwise the art of making it through something by the skin of his teeth. (Perhaps it has to do with probabilities and an instinctual knowledge of them. Either way, Jamie has learned from past mistakes the dangers of relying on it too much.)
**PERSONALITY:**
Jamie is the type to hate normality – he finds that a life without change and excitement is too mundane, too stagnant for him. He chases after thrills like a dog with a stick (minus the tongue-wagging). No danger is too huge, no task impossible for the courageous Jamie Drummond!
They say that Jamie is not quite right, that he doesn't look before he leaps and charges in like a bull. He's easy-going, certainly, but that doesn't mean he is mindful of his surroundings and those in it. His closest friends are the ones who can keep up with him, and those who *can't*... well, they're not worth his interest. His utter lack of care towards his academic work (and obsession over the practical) is by no means a reflection of his intellect; however, his common sense has vanished – if it even existed in the first place.
A true extrovert, he doesn't like to be alone nor does he like to see it in others. He's also oh-so-very loud.
**BIO:**
Born into an extremely wealthy Scottish family with a good reputation for business and a notorious one for scandals, Jamie had big shoes to fill. Tutored at home in addition to his normal Primary School work throughout all of his childhood years, it wasn't an excessively happy time and he lacked the freedom most children were given; however, his parents felt it necessary – not as naturally clever as many of his brothers and sisters, a head for business had to be drilled into him.
Even so, he always noticed something was different about himself, and so did others. His parents called him a “leprechaun” for his abnormally good luck, untamed and uncontrolled when he was younger. If he desperately wanted something (like to *win*), he would – barely. His grades were consistently just above the pass mark every time, no matter where it was set at, and even waking up at the latest possible moment to go to school he would always somehow make it. It all came to a head in one particular incident at age eleven: a car accident with him as the pedestrian where he survived miraculously unscathed.
It was only when he started stretching the limits of his strange luck that it began to fail him (and as a result, he began to fail his tests). Quickly he shut it off – clearly it only 'guided' him so he still had to study, or wake up early enough to get to class – and after he grew up into a teenager, he honestly forgot all about it. It was just an overactive imagination trying to think of himself as something special, or at least, that's what he told himself.
Once enrolled in Northwood Academy on the suggestion of his aunt, he continued to pull a 'barely passing' GPA at 3.1, teeter around two tardies out of three each term, barely make curfew and survive all in all through sheer luck alone. The only thing he seems truly talented in is sports – most if not all kinds. His ability almost certainly contributes to that, without his knowledge.
**HOW YOU CAME TO THE SCHOOL:**
Enrolled from Year 1 onwards – accepted due to rich parents.
**PREFERRED DORM:**
Wells Hall
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**NAME:** Luca Seacliffe
**AGE:** 14
**YEAR:** 1st Year
**NORMAL OR SUPERNATURAL?**
A supernatural with particularly mundane talents. She is similar to the legends of the trickster, having an abnormal talent for misdirection and confusing others.
**PERSONALITY:**
Luca is, without a doubt, a girl with too few marbles and an insatiable curiosity for places considered off limits. She appears immature for her age, still caught up in the carefree imagination of childhood where pranks and magic tricks are more than enjoyable. She has not grown out of that phase, still a precocious kid with too many questions rather than a young woman supposedly on the cusp of adulthood. While intelligent, she doesn't quite understand social norms and is an unrepentant tomboy.
**BIO:**
Luca Seacliffe is the illegitimate daughter of an extremely wealthy businessman and a 'woman of loose morals' (or at least, that's what her mother calls herself) – her household was of average income at best but as an only child she did not have any competition for affection or toys. Even so, her mother was often busy; Luca amused herself from a young age with television and magic sets that were old Christmas present. By ten, she was already designing her own to emulate those she saw in the media.
She had a brief taste of fame in a local newspaper back home in Carlisle, for her winning act in a talent show and since then she had wanted more. Her mother moved to America, however, taking the young star in the making with her and allowing her brief reputation to fall into obscurity. Luca was enrolled into the Northwood Academy of Excellence for her prodigious grades; however, it came with a warning that her social skills left much to be desired.
**HOW YOU CAME TO THE SCHOOL:**
First year student this year – scholarship student.
**PREFERRED DORM:**
Dorsey Hall – she likes the mystery. |
47,718 | 1,295 | 16 | 1,250 | 1,504 | Aery sat in the bleachers at the swimming pool, watching the other students show up. She had gotten there a couple minutes early, as she always did. Not that it mattered, really. She didn't exactly have any friends on the team, she just did it for the sake of having something to compete in. And anyway, most of the other students resented her at least a little bit, for getting in as a second-year at only fourteen; for being the only girl who ever actually swam distance; for getting good grades without even trying. It was always something. But what she wouldn't admit to herself was that she desired their friendship. | > !( "enter image title here")
>
>
> A rather pretty girl, Hazel is mostly known for her strange, mystical, and maybe even witchy eyes. She stands at about 5'10 and is thin and lanky, mostly due to her constant forgetfulness to eat and stay healthy. Her face is small and pale, and normally heavily made up, especially during school days. Hazel's lips are somewhat large and always curled into a pout, while her nose is small and rounded. Her eyes seem to be blue-green, and almost have a silvery appearance to them. Messy pale brown hair frames Hazel's round face, giving her a much more childish appearance. She is rarely seen in anything too fancy, oft preferring sweats and sweaters over dresses and heels, and her hair is normally held up in a large, messy bun, or loose and down to her mid-back.
>
>
> **Name:**
>
> Hazel Barwicke
>
> **Age:**
>
> 16
>
> **Year:**
>
> Third Year
>
> **Normal or Supernatural:**
>
> Clairvoyant (Unaware) - Sees the future through reflective surfaces, more so TVs and computer screens, and hears whispers through phones and during her dreams. Most of her precognition are hard to decipher and rarely wrong, but she has learned to somewhat use them to her advantage, even if she just thinks of them as mere lucky streaks. Also spiritually sensitive, and can see ghosts and other supernatural phenomena.
>
>
>
> **Personality:**
>
> Hazel is a clever and quick-witted young woman, with a sharp tongue and a direct way of approaching things. She is not afraid to speak her mind and will more times then not fight for what she believes is right before truly thinking into it. Very curious towards things that seem strange and loves to go out and adventure whenever she gets a chance. Typically cynical of most people, she is overly polite and quiet around strangers, and at times even friends, unless they are doing something outright wrong or immoral in her eyes. If that is the case, then she will not hold back on insults or reprimands until she feels it is right to stop. Over all introverted, she is easy to talk to but looses energy easily if around too many people, and after parties or large excursions she normally allows herself a day or two alone to relax and recharge. Plagued by visions and voices when both asleep and awake, Ash rarely sleeps well, and is rather forgetful. There are many times when she has forgotten to eat or speak during her daily life, which leaves her family a bit worried for her well-being.
>
> Absolutely loves poems, and has a rather clever mind. She could write music and lyrics for hours without stopping, and many times she has done exactly that. Easily stressed out, Hazel has trouble keeping calm at times, and if she gets too far into her panic she may suffer for anxiety attacks and other mildly worrying forms of panic. While she does her best to stay afloat in school, she can very quickly get discouraged if she is unable to do something as easily as she would like. Most of her stress is bore from her lack of sleep and her parents wish for her to keep doing well in school, and while some would say for her to simply take a break and nap it just isn't that easy. Excels in English and music classes, while she is relatively okay at math and science.
>
> Around TVs, phones, and other tech-related devices she is rather nervous. Her powers usually seem to filter through the slender, hole-ridden telephones or smooth, black screens of televisions, more clearly then anywhere else, so when she is close to any sort of electric based item she may hear whispers, or see images of the past or future. Her powers also filter in through still water, windows, mirrors, and dreams, and are overall very dull and hard to see and understand. She is unaware that this is even a power, instead thinking of it as her remembering something odd, like deja vu. She also seems to be sensitive to supernatural forces, and can at times see white outlines of people, or ghosts, as others would call them.
>
>
> **Bio:**
>
> Hazel was born into a normal, Thai-Irish family. She was the first (and only) child, heavily spoiled, and loved unconditionally by her doctor mother and lawyer father. Of course, due to her parents being busy with their work, she was often alone in her childhood, and though she acted like she didn't mind it kind of got to her eventually, leaving her to be a very withdrawn child. As she grew, Hazel began to notice all the people who lived in her house with them, like the man with the rope around his neck, and the children who often jumped from the railings to the foyer below while giggling hysterically. Hazel often told her parents of these people, but they brushed her off gently, calling them her "imaginary friends". And she soon began to believe they imaginary as well eventually.
>
> The first time she heard whispers of the future was when she was ten, and she was home alone playing with her dad's old guitar. The phone rang suddenly from the kitchen, the old white land line phone that had been broken for the passed three weeks, and Hazel answered with slight hesitance. On the other end, whispers, excited and certain, filtered through and filled her mind with images. She saw a cat, a bad test grade, and an unfamiliar, sobbing child. So surprised by these images, Hazel dropped the phone and fell back, yelling out in fear as the images took over her mind and caused a massive headache. She was bedridden for two days, and when she finally was able to walk and talk without getting a migraine and a nosebleed she returned to school. On her way, though, she was caught up by the most adorable, yet familiar looking cat. She spent a few minutes trying to coax it forward before continuing on her way. In her second period science class, there was a sudden quiz, which she didn't do too well on, receiving a low seventy as a grade, and during recess, the new kid was being harshly bullied. Hazel witnessed all of this, feeling such a heavy sense of deja vu that she almost felt sick.
>
> These odd phenomena continued happening, well into her middle school and then high school life, though she merely brushed them off as sleep-deprived hallucinations/lucky guesses. She was eventually enrolled into the Northwood Academy, and she transferred in during her sophomore year of high school.
>
> **How You Came to the School:**
>
> Transfer
>
> **Preferred Dorm:**
>
> Dorsey Hall
>
Accepted! |
47,719 | 1,295 | 17 | 1,250 | 1,504 | Aery looked at Ash. "It's nice to meet you, I'm Aeriana." She wasn't going to turn down conversation, she just didn't much enjoy initiating it.
The coach was setting out groups, starting with the sprinters (as always!) So Aery was content to wait on the bleachers until the coach assigned the last lane, the long-distance freestylers. "That's me. I'm a five-hundred-er and up. What about you?" She asked Ash, while attempting to stuff her long hair into her swim cap. | > !( "enter image title here")
>
>
> A rather pretty girl, Hazel is mostly known for her strange, mystical, and maybe even witchy eyes. She stands at about 5'10 and is thin and lanky, mostly due to her constant forgetfulness to eat and stay healthy. Her face is small and pale, and normally heavily made up, especially during school days. Hazel's lips are somewhat large and always curled into a pout, while her nose is small and rounded. Her eyes seem to be blue-green, and almost have a silvery appearance to them. Messy pale brown hair frames Hazel's round face, giving her a much more childish appearance. She is rarely seen in anything too fancy, oft preferring sweats and sweaters over dresses and heels, and her hair is normally held up in a large, messy bun, or loose and down to her mid-back.
>
>
> **Name:**
>
> Hazel Barwicke
>
> **Age:**
>
> 16
>
> **Year:**
>
> Third Year
>
> **Normal or Supernatural:**
>
> Clairvoyant (Unaware) - Sees the future through reflective surfaces, more so TVs and computer screens, and hears whispers through phones and during her dreams. Most of her precognition are hard to decipher and rarely wrong, but she has learned to somewhat use them to her advantage, even if she just thinks of them as mere lucky streaks. Also spiritually sensitive, and can see ghosts and other supernatural phenomena.
>
>
>
> **Personality:**
>
> Hazel is a clever and quick-witted young woman, with a sharp tongue and a direct way of approaching things. She is not afraid to speak her mind and will more times then not fight for what she believes is right before truly thinking into it. Very curious towards things that seem strange and loves to go out and adventure whenever she gets a chance. Typically cynical of most people, she is overly polite and quiet around strangers, and at times even friends, unless they are doing something outright wrong or immoral in her eyes. If that is the case, then she will not hold back on insults or reprimands until she feels it is right to stop. Over all introverted, she is easy to talk to but looses energy easily if around too many people, and after parties or large excursions she normally allows herself a day or two alone to relax and recharge. Plagued by visions and voices when both asleep and awake, Ash rarely sleeps well, and is rather forgetful. There are many times when she has forgotten to eat or speak during her daily life, which leaves her family a bit worried for her well-being.
>
> Absolutely loves poems, and has a rather clever mind. She could write music and lyrics for hours without stopping, and many times she has done exactly that. Easily stressed out, Hazel has trouble keeping calm at times, and if she gets too far into her panic she may suffer for anxiety attacks and other mildly worrying forms of panic. While she does her best to stay afloat in school, she can very quickly get discouraged if she is unable to do something as easily as she would like. Most of her stress is bore from her lack of sleep and her parents wish for her to keep doing well in school, and while some would say for her to simply take a break and nap it just isn't that easy. Excels in English and music classes, while she is relatively okay at math and science.
>
> Around TVs, phones, and other tech-related devices she is rather nervous. Her powers usually seem to filter through the slender, hole-ridden telephones or smooth, black screens of televisions, more clearly then anywhere else, so when she is close to any sort of electric based item she may hear whispers, or see images of the past or future. Her powers also filter in through still water, windows, mirrors, and dreams, and are overall very dull and hard to see and understand. She is unaware that this is even a power, instead thinking of it as her remembering something odd, like deja vu. She also seems to be sensitive to supernatural forces, and can at times see white outlines of people, or ghosts, as others would call them.
>
>
> **Bio:**
>
> Hazel was born into a normal, Thai-Irish family. She was the first (and only) child, heavily spoiled, and loved unconditionally by her doctor mother and lawyer father. Of course, due to her parents being busy with their work, she was often alone in her childhood, and though she acted like she didn't mind it kind of got to her eventually, leaving her to be a very withdrawn child. As she grew, Hazel began to notice all the people who lived in her house with them, like the man with the rope around his neck, and the children who often jumped from the railings to the foyer below while giggling hysterically. Hazel often told her parents of these people, but they brushed her off gently, calling them her "imaginary friends". And she soon began to believe they imaginary as well eventually.
>
> The first time she heard whispers of the future was when she was ten, and she was home alone playing with her dad's old guitar. The phone rang suddenly from the kitchen, the old white land line phone that had been broken for the passed three weeks, and Hazel answered with slight hesitance. On the other end, whispers, excited and certain, filtered through and filled her mind with images. She saw a cat, a bad test grade, and an unfamiliar, sobbing child. So surprised by these images, Hazel dropped the phone and fell back, yelling out in fear as the images took over her mind and caused a massive headache. She was bedridden for two days, and when she finally was able to walk and talk without getting a migraine and a nosebleed she returned to school. On her way, though, she was caught up by the most adorable, yet familiar looking cat. She spent a few minutes trying to coax it forward before continuing on her way. In her second period science class, there was a sudden quiz, which she didn't do too well on, receiving a low seventy as a grade, and during recess, the new kid was being harshly bullied. Hazel witnessed all of this, feeling such a heavy sense of deja vu that she almost felt sick.
>
> These odd phenomena continued happening, well into her middle school and then high school life, though she merely brushed them off as sleep-deprived hallucinations/lucky guesses. She was eventually enrolled into the Northwood Academy, and she transferred in during her sophomore year of high school.
>
> **How You Came to the School:**
>
> Transfer
>
> **Preferred Dorm:**
>
> Dorsey Hall
>
Accepted! |
47,720 | 1,295 | 18 | 1,250 | 1,504 | Sorry, sorry, Ms. Reese! I'm just having hair problems. Aery grinned. "Could you please help me, Ash? I can never get it on my own." She really appreciated those girls who could, but then those girls never had thick hair and never hair longer than their shoulders.
It felt so good to get into the water that she actually did two extra laps on her 500 warm-up. She missed the cold water. And this pool was nice, cool enough that she wasn't getting nauseated with high-speed flip turns but warm enough that she wasn't freezing. And the water was clear. | > !( "enter image title here")
>
>
> A rather pretty girl, Hazel is mostly known for her strange, mystical, and maybe even witchy eyes. She stands at about 5'10 and is thin and lanky, mostly due to her constant forgetfulness to eat and stay healthy. Her face is small and pale, and normally heavily made up, especially during school days. Hazel's lips are somewhat large and always curled into a pout, while her nose is small and rounded. Her eyes seem to be blue-green, and almost have a silvery appearance to them. Messy pale brown hair frames Hazel's round face, giving her a much more childish appearance. She is rarely seen in anything too fancy, oft preferring sweats and sweaters over dresses and heels, and her hair is normally held up in a large, messy bun, or loose and down to her mid-back.
>
>
> **Name:**
>
> Hazel Barwicke
>
> **Age:**
>
> 16
>
> **Year:**
>
> Third Year
>
> **Normal or Supernatural:**
>
> Clairvoyant (Unaware) - Sees the future through reflective surfaces, more so TVs and computer screens, and hears whispers through phones and during her dreams. Most of her precognition are hard to decipher and rarely wrong, but she has learned to somewhat use them to her advantage, even if she just thinks of them as mere lucky streaks. Also spiritually sensitive, and can see ghosts and other supernatural phenomena.
>
>
>
> **Personality:**
>
> Hazel is a clever and quick-witted young woman, with a sharp tongue and a direct way of approaching things. She is not afraid to speak her mind and will more times then not fight for what she believes is right before truly thinking into it. Very curious towards things that seem strange and loves to go out and adventure whenever she gets a chance. Typically cynical of most people, she is overly polite and quiet around strangers, and at times even friends, unless they are doing something outright wrong or immoral in her eyes. If that is the case, then she will not hold back on insults or reprimands until she feels it is right to stop. Over all introverted, she is easy to talk to but looses energy easily if around too many people, and after parties or large excursions she normally allows herself a day or two alone to relax and recharge. Plagued by visions and voices when both asleep and awake, Ash rarely sleeps well, and is rather forgetful. There are many times when she has forgotten to eat or speak during her daily life, which leaves her family a bit worried for her well-being.
>
> Absolutely loves poems, and has a rather clever mind. She could write music and lyrics for hours without stopping, and many times she has done exactly that. Easily stressed out, Hazel has trouble keeping calm at times, and if she gets too far into her panic she may suffer for anxiety attacks and other mildly worrying forms of panic. While she does her best to stay afloat in school, she can very quickly get discouraged if she is unable to do something as easily as she would like. Most of her stress is bore from her lack of sleep and her parents wish for her to keep doing well in school, and while some would say for her to simply take a break and nap it just isn't that easy. Excels in English and music classes, while she is relatively okay at math and science.
>
> Around TVs, phones, and other tech-related devices she is rather nervous. Her powers usually seem to filter through the slender, hole-ridden telephones or smooth, black screens of televisions, more clearly then anywhere else, so when she is close to any sort of electric based item she may hear whispers, or see images of the past or future. Her powers also filter in through still water, windows, mirrors, and dreams, and are overall very dull and hard to see and understand. She is unaware that this is even a power, instead thinking of it as her remembering something odd, like deja vu. She also seems to be sensitive to supernatural forces, and can at times see white outlines of people, or ghosts, as others would call them.
>
>
> **Bio:**
>
> Hazel was born into a normal, Thai-Irish family. She was the first (and only) child, heavily spoiled, and loved unconditionally by her doctor mother and lawyer father. Of course, due to her parents being busy with their work, she was often alone in her childhood, and though she acted like she didn't mind it kind of got to her eventually, leaving her to be a very withdrawn child. As she grew, Hazel began to notice all the people who lived in her house with them, like the man with the rope around his neck, and the children who often jumped from the railings to the foyer below while giggling hysterically. Hazel often told her parents of these people, but they brushed her off gently, calling them her "imaginary friends". And she soon began to believe they imaginary as well eventually.
>
> The first time she heard whispers of the future was when she was ten, and she was home alone playing with her dad's old guitar. The phone rang suddenly from the kitchen, the old white land line phone that had been broken for the passed three weeks, and Hazel answered with slight hesitance. On the other end, whispers, excited and certain, filtered through and filled her mind with images. She saw a cat, a bad test grade, and an unfamiliar, sobbing child. So surprised by these images, Hazel dropped the phone and fell back, yelling out in fear as the images took over her mind and caused a massive headache. She was bedridden for two days, and when she finally was able to walk and talk without getting a migraine and a nosebleed she returned to school. On her way, though, she was caught up by the most adorable, yet familiar looking cat. She spent a few minutes trying to coax it forward before continuing on her way. In her second period science class, there was a sudden quiz, which she didn't do too well on, receiving a low seventy as a grade, and during recess, the new kid was being harshly bullied. Hazel witnessed all of this, feeling such a heavy sense of deja vu that she almost felt sick.
>
> These odd phenomena continued happening, well into her middle school and then high school life, though she merely brushed them off as sleep-deprived hallucinations/lucky guesses. She was eventually enrolled into the Northwood Academy, and she transferred in during her sophomore year of high school.
>
> **How You Came to the School:**
>
> Transfer
>
> **Preferred Dorm:**
>
> Dorsey Hall
>
Accepted! |
47,721 | 1,295 | 19 | 2,167 | 1,574 | Grinning as Hazel did her show of bowing, Zaylin watched with amusement in her eyes as the girl confirmed her thought that she had, indeed, been infected with a bout of impatience by running back to the school building.
“Best of luck with your endeavor!” she called out, unsure if the girl had heard her or not. Brushing off a few clumps of grass that had clung to her skirt and blouse, Zaylin found the nearest bench, its wooden slats and ornate iron arms darkened by the shadow of a tree, and sat. Placing her messenger bag on the ground near her feet, she pulled out her library book. Shrugging out of her jacket, she placed it on the bench and laid back, using the garment as a pillow as she picked up where she had left off near the middle of the book, glad her last class of the day had been canceled. Personal reasons, the teacher had said.
Despite her interest in the history housed within the book, she soon grew restless. Checking the time once more on her gem-encrusted watch, she looked around.
There aren’t many people out for school being… Oh, right. The thought of the late announcements flashed through her mind. Practices should be starting soon. She quickly replaced her book in her bag, a good portion more of the pages devoured, stood, and stretched. Grabbing and draping her jacket over an arm, she slung her bag over her chest and headed toward the path that would taker her to Wells Hall. Maybe I’ll get some practicing of my own in.
She broke into an effortless jog as she hurried across the lawn and around the buildings toward Wells Hall. Reaching the entrance to the dorms, she maintained her jog as she headed toward her room. | > Name: Ash Mareinos
>
> Appearance first (image):
> Ash has an irregular oblong red tinted birthmark just above her left knee. She has a scar on the inside of left arm where she cut it on accident while playing on some farm equipment, and another on her right knee from falling off her bike while learning how to ride. Her ears are pierced.
> (
>
> Age: 15
>
> Year: 2nd year
>
> Normal or Supernatural (as in, what are you?): Supernatural. Ash is the far descendant of water nymphs. She is the first in a very long time to show any promise. Her gifts would be control of water, ability to breath under water, she is far enough removed from the original Nymph in her line that she will not have the control over sexual desires that is common with Nymphs. She is also an excellent singer, and her parents had her classically trained.
>
> Personality: Ash is brilliant, but she doesn't apply herself. At Northwood she does the bare minimum to not get in trouble. She avoids the smaller school work as much as possible, but aces her tests with ease. She has a streak of anger that comes out when questioned about her choices. She's modest and prefers long skirts, since she can't wear pants at school. Though she always has a pair packed in case of need to climb a tree. Ash is tom-boyish and outgoing.
>
> Bio: Ash is descendant from the nymph Pareia and Minos' son Nephalion. She was raised on a ranch in Upstate New York. The ranch had a lake that she spent most of her summers in. As such her skin is tanned deeply (Don't let the photo fool you). Ash doesn't know who her ancestors are. What she knows is she's a really good swimmer and never seems to have to come for air. Her parents take a vacation to the ocean for two weeks every year, there she swims in the ocean and seems unbothered by the tides.
>
> It was during one of these trips to the ocean that one of her older brother was pulled out to sea in a riptide. Ash freaked out and swam to him, she was miraculously able to rescue her brother. He swears that the ocean obeyed her pleas for his safety, and has become very devout about her safety. They exchange letters frequently.
>
> Ash has several other brothers varying in older and younger (there are a total of 6 boys), she's a middle child. Because of all of her brother's she has grown up rather tom-boyish, she's the type to walk a fence or take a dare.
>
> Ash is nervous about the lake after last year's incident, but the draw to swim it much too strong for her to ignore it for long.
>
> How you came to the school (did you transfer or are you a Year 1 student?): She started here her first year.
>
> Preferred Dorm: Wells Hall
>
> _______________________________________
> Name: Amy Snow
>
> Appearance first (image):
> (
>
> Age: 15
>
> Year: 2nd
>
> Normal or Supernatural (as in, what are you?): Normal
>
> Personality: Not outgoing, unless it's going to the Library. She holds no resentment over being an orphan, in fact she believes that she's got it made. She has no family history to hold her back. Amy has a drive to prove herself in the classroom. She is easily found in the library. Amy is an extrovert surprisingly, so even though she revels in books Amy needs friendship. She's not daring enough to be part of Ash's group of friends, and it's clear Ash doesn't have much time for someone so stuck in her books.
>
> Bio: Amy is an orphan. She was raised in a Home, capital H and all. All she knows of her family is her name. Other than that she has never cared. She may have been raised in the Home, but she grew up in the library. She lived close enough to DC to take two buses every weekend into the city to go to the Library of Congress, and the Smithsonian. She was, by the time she was ten, considered a permanent fixture in the library.
>
> When she turned 14 one of the librarians put a stack of school applications in front of her. She filled them all out and was accepted to most (only the ones who needed more socialization in her record turned her down). Amy was told by the librarians that she was to apply all of herself to her school work and they'd pay and find scholarships for her. They want her to succeed, and she wants to show them how much she really can do. Her strength is in languages, but she isn't short in sciences or maths.
>
> Amy didn't know the girl last year, but it struck her deep. She won't have anything to do with the lake now.
>
> How you came to the school (did you transfer or are you a Year 1 student?): Came as a 1st year.
>
> Preferred Dorm: Elliot Hall
>
>
>
Accepted! |
47,722 | 1,295 | 20 | 1,250 | 1,504 | Elena could not explain what possessed her to look up at that very moment. Whether the frustration bubbling up inside of her from composers block, or the fact that she needed to severely remove her school jacket in this heat.
Deciding ultimately that both were true, she let her papers fall to the bleachers with a loud thunk, letting her pencil land in the bars of music looking back at her and began to unbutton the blazer that was causing her to sweat.
She stole a glance upward, knowing full well why she couldn't write any meaningful music. He hadn't shown up yet. As she shrugged off the blazer, laying it neatly next to her, she thrust up her sleeves and watched in a slight trance as he jogged onto the field. The name "Rivers" worn and dirty in the practice jersey he wore.
Yes, Samson Rivers of the football team had caught Elena's eye the year before at the bonfire. But, she'd lacked the backbone to ever approach him, feeling like all of her bones turned to jello when he was near.
A strong breeze broke her from her trance, her pencil rolling to the ground and causing the papers of her work in progress to fly with it down the bleachers. "Oh no..." she mouthed the words, as if watching it happen to someone else, in third person like an out-of-body experience.
Before she realized it, she was chasing down the bleachers after her papers - trying to snatch them out of the air at every opportunity and failing. It was not until she started picking the sheets of music off of the grass that she realized she was on the field and had a portion of the football team staring awkwardly at her; knees in the ground, skirt hiked up at around mid thigh and her shirt disheveled around her torso. She looked up, blushing scarlet from embarrassment and trying desperately to hide behind the strands of hair escaping from her once tidy ponytail. "S-sorry" | > !( "enter image title here")
>
>
> A rather pretty girl, Hazel is mostly known for her strange, mystical, and maybe even witchy eyes. She stands at about 5'10 and is thin and lanky, mostly due to her constant forgetfulness to eat and stay healthy. Her face is small and pale, and normally heavily made up, especially during school days. Hazel's lips are somewhat large and always curled into a pout, while her nose is small and rounded. Her eyes seem to be blue-green, and almost have a silvery appearance to them. Messy pale brown hair frames Hazel's round face, giving her a much more childish appearance. She is rarely seen in anything too fancy, oft preferring sweats and sweaters over dresses and heels, and her hair is normally held up in a large, messy bun, or loose and down to her mid-back.
>
>
> **Name:**
>
> Hazel Barwicke
>
> **Age:**
>
> 16
>
> **Year:**
>
> Third Year
>
> **Normal or Supernatural:**
>
> Clairvoyant (Unaware) - Sees the future through reflective surfaces, more so TVs and computer screens, and hears whispers through phones and during her dreams. Most of her precognition are hard to decipher and rarely wrong, but she has learned to somewhat use them to her advantage, even if she just thinks of them as mere lucky streaks. Also spiritually sensitive, and can see ghosts and other supernatural phenomena.
>
>
>
> **Personality:**
>
> Hazel is a clever and quick-witted young woman, with a sharp tongue and a direct way of approaching things. She is not afraid to speak her mind and will more times then not fight for what she believes is right before truly thinking into it. Very curious towards things that seem strange and loves to go out and adventure whenever she gets a chance. Typically cynical of most people, she is overly polite and quiet around strangers, and at times even friends, unless they are doing something outright wrong or immoral in her eyes. If that is the case, then she will not hold back on insults or reprimands until she feels it is right to stop. Over all introverted, she is easy to talk to but looses energy easily if around too many people, and after parties or large excursions she normally allows herself a day or two alone to relax and recharge. Plagued by visions and voices when both asleep and awake, Ash rarely sleeps well, and is rather forgetful. There are many times when she has forgotten to eat or speak during her daily life, which leaves her family a bit worried for her well-being.
>
> Absolutely loves poems, and has a rather clever mind. She could write music and lyrics for hours without stopping, and many times she has done exactly that. Easily stressed out, Hazel has trouble keeping calm at times, and if she gets too far into her panic she may suffer for anxiety attacks and other mildly worrying forms of panic. While she does her best to stay afloat in school, she can very quickly get discouraged if she is unable to do something as easily as she would like. Most of her stress is bore from her lack of sleep and her parents wish for her to keep doing well in school, and while some would say for her to simply take a break and nap it just isn't that easy. Excels in English and music classes, while she is relatively okay at math and science.
>
> Around TVs, phones, and other tech-related devices she is rather nervous. Her powers usually seem to filter through the slender, hole-ridden telephones or smooth, black screens of televisions, more clearly then anywhere else, so when she is close to any sort of electric based item she may hear whispers, or see images of the past or future. Her powers also filter in through still water, windows, mirrors, and dreams, and are overall very dull and hard to see and understand. She is unaware that this is even a power, instead thinking of it as her remembering something odd, like deja vu. She also seems to be sensitive to supernatural forces, and can at times see white outlines of people, or ghosts, as others would call them.
>
>
> **Bio:**
>
> Hazel was born into a normal, Thai-Irish family. She was the first (and only) child, heavily spoiled, and loved unconditionally by her doctor mother and lawyer father. Of course, due to her parents being busy with their work, she was often alone in her childhood, and though she acted like she didn't mind it kind of got to her eventually, leaving her to be a very withdrawn child. As she grew, Hazel began to notice all the people who lived in her house with them, like the man with the rope around his neck, and the children who often jumped from the railings to the foyer below while giggling hysterically. Hazel often told her parents of these people, but they brushed her off gently, calling them her "imaginary friends". And she soon began to believe they imaginary as well eventually.
>
> The first time she heard whispers of the future was when she was ten, and she was home alone playing with her dad's old guitar. The phone rang suddenly from the kitchen, the old white land line phone that had been broken for the passed three weeks, and Hazel answered with slight hesitance. On the other end, whispers, excited and certain, filtered through and filled her mind with images. She saw a cat, a bad test grade, and an unfamiliar, sobbing child. So surprised by these images, Hazel dropped the phone and fell back, yelling out in fear as the images took over her mind and caused a massive headache. She was bedridden for two days, and when she finally was able to walk and talk without getting a migraine and a nosebleed she returned to school. On her way, though, she was caught up by the most adorable, yet familiar looking cat. She spent a few minutes trying to coax it forward before continuing on her way. In her second period science class, there was a sudden quiz, which she didn't do too well on, receiving a low seventy as a grade, and during recess, the new kid was being harshly bullied. Hazel witnessed all of this, feeling such a heavy sense of deja vu that she almost felt sick.
>
> These odd phenomena continued happening, well into her middle school and then high school life, though she merely brushed them off as sleep-deprived hallucinations/lucky guesses. She was eventually enrolled into the Northwood Academy, and she transferred in during her sophomore year of high school.
>
> **How You Came to the School:**
>
> Transfer
>
> **Preferred Dorm:**
>
> Dorsey Hall
>
Accepted! |
47,723 | 1,295 | 21 | 1,250 | 1,504 | Nero got up and picked up the key, lightly handing it to her. His hand lingered on hers as he stared into her eyes. "I'm not entirely sure, I just tend to get what I want. All it takes is a smile and I can reserve this room, pretty much ignore the dress code, and I can check out any of the books I want." He smiled slightly then gave her a peck on the cheek before moving back to his chair. "And it tends to convince girls it's cute for me to do things like that. Take the key, I have a feeling the group of people who will become this room's occupants will be a ton of fun. Apple juice?" He asked, pouring her a glass and getting up to bring it over to her. | > !( "enter image title here")
>
>
> A rather pretty girl, Hazel is mostly known for her strange, mystical, and maybe even witchy eyes. She stands at about 5'10 and is thin and lanky, mostly due to her constant forgetfulness to eat and stay healthy. Her face is small and pale, and normally heavily made up, especially during school days. Hazel's lips are somewhat large and always curled into a pout, while her nose is small and rounded. Her eyes seem to be blue-green, and almost have a silvery appearance to them. Messy pale brown hair frames Hazel's round face, giving her a much more childish appearance. She is rarely seen in anything too fancy, oft preferring sweats and sweaters over dresses and heels, and her hair is normally held up in a large, messy bun, or loose and down to her mid-back.
>
>
> **Name:**
>
> Hazel Barwicke
>
> **Age:**
>
> 16
>
> **Year:**
>
> Third Year
>
> **Normal or Supernatural:**
>
> Clairvoyant (Unaware) - Sees the future through reflective surfaces, more so TVs and computer screens, and hears whispers through phones and during her dreams. Most of her precognition are hard to decipher and rarely wrong, but she has learned to somewhat use them to her advantage, even if she just thinks of them as mere lucky streaks. Also spiritually sensitive, and can see ghosts and other supernatural phenomena.
>
>
>
> **Personality:**
>
> Hazel is a clever and quick-witted young woman, with a sharp tongue and a direct way of approaching things. She is not afraid to speak her mind and will more times then not fight for what she believes is right before truly thinking into it. Very curious towards things that seem strange and loves to go out and adventure whenever she gets a chance. Typically cynical of most people, she is overly polite and quiet around strangers, and at times even friends, unless they are doing something outright wrong or immoral in her eyes. If that is the case, then she will not hold back on insults or reprimands until she feels it is right to stop. Over all introverted, she is easy to talk to but looses energy easily if around too many people, and after parties or large excursions she normally allows herself a day or two alone to relax and recharge. Plagued by visions and voices when both asleep and awake, Ash rarely sleeps well, and is rather forgetful. There are many times when she has forgotten to eat or speak during her daily life, which leaves her family a bit worried for her well-being.
>
> Absolutely loves poems, and has a rather clever mind. She could write music and lyrics for hours without stopping, and many times she has done exactly that. Easily stressed out, Hazel has trouble keeping calm at times, and if she gets too far into her panic she may suffer for anxiety attacks and other mildly worrying forms of panic. While she does her best to stay afloat in school, she can very quickly get discouraged if she is unable to do something as easily as she would like. Most of her stress is bore from her lack of sleep and her parents wish for her to keep doing well in school, and while some would say for her to simply take a break and nap it just isn't that easy. Excels in English and music classes, while she is relatively okay at math and science.
>
> Around TVs, phones, and other tech-related devices she is rather nervous. Her powers usually seem to filter through the slender, hole-ridden telephones or smooth, black screens of televisions, more clearly then anywhere else, so when she is close to any sort of electric based item she may hear whispers, or see images of the past or future. Her powers also filter in through still water, windows, mirrors, and dreams, and are overall very dull and hard to see and understand. She is unaware that this is even a power, instead thinking of it as her remembering something odd, like deja vu. She also seems to be sensitive to supernatural forces, and can at times see white outlines of people, or ghosts, as others would call them.
>
>
> **Bio:**
>
> Hazel was born into a normal, Thai-Irish family. She was the first (and only) child, heavily spoiled, and loved unconditionally by her doctor mother and lawyer father. Of course, due to her parents being busy with their work, she was often alone in her childhood, and though she acted like she didn't mind it kind of got to her eventually, leaving her to be a very withdrawn child. As she grew, Hazel began to notice all the people who lived in her house with them, like the man with the rope around his neck, and the children who often jumped from the railings to the foyer below while giggling hysterically. Hazel often told her parents of these people, but they brushed her off gently, calling them her "imaginary friends". And she soon began to believe they imaginary as well eventually.
>
> The first time she heard whispers of the future was when she was ten, and she was home alone playing with her dad's old guitar. The phone rang suddenly from the kitchen, the old white land line phone that had been broken for the passed three weeks, and Hazel answered with slight hesitance. On the other end, whispers, excited and certain, filtered through and filled her mind with images. She saw a cat, a bad test grade, and an unfamiliar, sobbing child. So surprised by these images, Hazel dropped the phone and fell back, yelling out in fear as the images took over her mind and caused a massive headache. She was bedridden for two days, and when she finally was able to walk and talk without getting a migraine and a nosebleed she returned to school. On her way, though, she was caught up by the most adorable, yet familiar looking cat. She spent a few minutes trying to coax it forward before continuing on her way. In her second period science class, there was a sudden quiz, which she didn't do too well on, receiving a low seventy as a grade, and during recess, the new kid was being harshly bullied. Hazel witnessed all of this, feeling such a heavy sense of deja vu that she almost felt sick.
>
> These odd phenomena continued happening, well into her middle school and then high school life, though she merely brushed them off as sleep-deprived hallucinations/lucky guesses. She was eventually enrolled into the Northwood Academy, and she transferred in during her sophomore year of high school.
>
> **How You Came to the School:**
>
> Transfer
>
> **Preferred Dorm:**
>
> Dorsey Hall
>
Accepted! |
47,724 | 1,295 | 22 | 1,250 | 1,504 | Yeah, Nero said, nodding. "I got it to replace brandy, that's not something even I can get in here. It's an Apple cider I import from Germany, technically doesn't count as alcoholic in the states. But you dint care, do you? Behind you is a shelf of some vary interesting books, you can check them out whenever. But they have to stay here, expecialy when I move some of my father's books in here. But before you check them out, could you come here for a second? I'd like something from you, a kiss." He said, sweetly with his melodious voice. He grinned again, using his charm, but for now he kept his glasses on, that way he didn't use the real magic of his father. He didn't want her to serve herself up for him, not just yet anyway. | > !( "enter image title here")
>
>
> A rather pretty girl, Hazel is mostly known for her strange, mystical, and maybe even witchy eyes. She stands at about 5'10 and is thin and lanky, mostly due to her constant forgetfulness to eat and stay healthy. Her face is small and pale, and normally heavily made up, especially during school days. Hazel's lips are somewhat large and always curled into a pout, while her nose is small and rounded. Her eyes seem to be blue-green, and almost have a silvery appearance to them. Messy pale brown hair frames Hazel's round face, giving her a much more childish appearance. She is rarely seen in anything too fancy, oft preferring sweats and sweaters over dresses and heels, and her hair is normally held up in a large, messy bun, or loose and down to her mid-back.
>
>
> **Name:**
>
> Hazel Barwicke
>
> **Age:**
>
> 16
>
> **Year:**
>
> Third Year
>
> **Normal or Supernatural:**
>
> Clairvoyant (Unaware) - Sees the future through reflective surfaces, more so TVs and computer screens, and hears whispers through phones and during her dreams. Most of her precognition are hard to decipher and rarely wrong, but she has learned to somewhat use them to her advantage, even if she just thinks of them as mere lucky streaks. Also spiritually sensitive, and can see ghosts and other supernatural phenomena.
>
>
>
> **Personality:**
>
> Hazel is a clever and quick-witted young woman, with a sharp tongue and a direct way of approaching things. She is not afraid to speak her mind and will more times then not fight for what she believes is right before truly thinking into it. Very curious towards things that seem strange and loves to go out and adventure whenever she gets a chance. Typically cynical of most people, she is overly polite and quiet around strangers, and at times even friends, unless they are doing something outright wrong or immoral in her eyes. If that is the case, then she will not hold back on insults or reprimands until she feels it is right to stop. Over all introverted, she is easy to talk to but looses energy easily if around too many people, and after parties or large excursions she normally allows herself a day or two alone to relax and recharge. Plagued by visions and voices when both asleep and awake, Ash rarely sleeps well, and is rather forgetful. There are many times when she has forgotten to eat or speak during her daily life, which leaves her family a bit worried for her well-being.
>
> Absolutely loves poems, and has a rather clever mind. She could write music and lyrics for hours without stopping, and many times she has done exactly that. Easily stressed out, Hazel has trouble keeping calm at times, and if she gets too far into her panic she may suffer for anxiety attacks and other mildly worrying forms of panic. While she does her best to stay afloat in school, she can very quickly get discouraged if she is unable to do something as easily as she would like. Most of her stress is bore from her lack of sleep and her parents wish for her to keep doing well in school, and while some would say for her to simply take a break and nap it just isn't that easy. Excels in English and music classes, while she is relatively okay at math and science.
>
> Around TVs, phones, and other tech-related devices she is rather nervous. Her powers usually seem to filter through the slender, hole-ridden telephones or smooth, black screens of televisions, more clearly then anywhere else, so when she is close to any sort of electric based item she may hear whispers, or see images of the past or future. Her powers also filter in through still water, windows, mirrors, and dreams, and are overall very dull and hard to see and understand. She is unaware that this is even a power, instead thinking of it as her remembering something odd, like deja vu. She also seems to be sensitive to supernatural forces, and can at times see white outlines of people, or ghosts, as others would call them.
>
>
> **Bio:**
>
> Hazel was born into a normal, Thai-Irish family. She was the first (and only) child, heavily spoiled, and loved unconditionally by her doctor mother and lawyer father. Of course, due to her parents being busy with their work, she was often alone in her childhood, and though she acted like she didn't mind it kind of got to her eventually, leaving her to be a very withdrawn child. As she grew, Hazel began to notice all the people who lived in her house with them, like the man with the rope around his neck, and the children who often jumped from the railings to the foyer below while giggling hysterically. Hazel often told her parents of these people, but they brushed her off gently, calling them her "imaginary friends". And she soon began to believe they imaginary as well eventually.
>
> The first time she heard whispers of the future was when she was ten, and she was home alone playing with her dad's old guitar. The phone rang suddenly from the kitchen, the old white land line phone that had been broken for the passed three weeks, and Hazel answered with slight hesitance. On the other end, whispers, excited and certain, filtered through and filled her mind with images. She saw a cat, a bad test grade, and an unfamiliar, sobbing child. So surprised by these images, Hazel dropped the phone and fell back, yelling out in fear as the images took over her mind and caused a massive headache. She was bedridden for two days, and when she finally was able to walk and talk without getting a migraine and a nosebleed she returned to school. On her way, though, she was caught up by the most adorable, yet familiar looking cat. She spent a few minutes trying to coax it forward before continuing on her way. In her second period science class, there was a sudden quiz, which she didn't do too well on, receiving a low seventy as a grade, and during recess, the new kid was being harshly bullied. Hazel witnessed all of this, feeling such a heavy sense of deja vu that she almost felt sick.
>
> These odd phenomena continued happening, well into her middle school and then high school life, though she merely brushed them off as sleep-deprived hallucinations/lucky guesses. She was eventually enrolled into the Northwood Academy, and she transferred in during her sophomore year of high school.
>
> **How You Came to the School:**
>
> Transfer
>
> **Preferred Dorm:**
>
> Dorsey Hall
>
Accepted! |
47,725 | 1,295 | 23 | 1,250 | 1,504 | Nero guided her into a real kiss, and felt him gain a bit of her life force as she melted in his arms. She wasn't too hot and bothered so he didn't get too much and she was still her own person, mostly. She was cute, and their was something about her that made here seem so full of life force. He broke the kiss after a good long minute, he wanted to make sure she would keep her free will... Its the most fun that wan. She seemed to be melting, so he helped her up into his lap so she wasn't half on the floor. He took a sip of his cider and nonchalantly began to read the old book he had in front of him until she snapped out of the giddy stouper his kiss had put her in.
When she finally snapped back to the real world, some time later, he smiled at her. "He, I guess you're not used to kisses. You so..." He began to say, but he paused blushing. Their was something about her that drew him to her, though he had no doubt she was human. After a brief pause he tried to change the subject, though he continued to blush at how he was attracted to her... That wasn't something that happened often. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... Uh, would you like a sip of cider?" He finally asked, holding a glass shortly before her face. She was still on his lap, so he didn't actually have to pass it to her. | > !( "enter image title here")
>
>
> A rather pretty girl, Hazel is mostly known for her strange, mystical, and maybe even witchy eyes. She stands at about 5'10 and is thin and lanky, mostly due to her constant forgetfulness to eat and stay healthy. Her face is small and pale, and normally heavily made up, especially during school days. Hazel's lips are somewhat large and always curled into a pout, while her nose is small and rounded. Her eyes seem to be blue-green, and almost have a silvery appearance to them. Messy pale brown hair frames Hazel's round face, giving her a much more childish appearance. She is rarely seen in anything too fancy, oft preferring sweats and sweaters over dresses and heels, and her hair is normally held up in a large, messy bun, or loose and down to her mid-back.
>
>
> **Name:**
>
> Hazel Barwicke
>
> **Age:**
>
> 16
>
> **Year:**
>
> Third Year
>
> **Normal or Supernatural:**
>
> Clairvoyant (Unaware) - Sees the future through reflective surfaces, more so TVs and computer screens, and hears whispers through phones and during her dreams. Most of her precognition are hard to decipher and rarely wrong, but she has learned to somewhat use them to her advantage, even if she just thinks of them as mere lucky streaks. Also spiritually sensitive, and can see ghosts and other supernatural phenomena.
>
>
>
> **Personality:**
>
> Hazel is a clever and quick-witted young woman, with a sharp tongue and a direct way of approaching things. She is not afraid to speak her mind and will more times then not fight for what she believes is right before truly thinking into it. Very curious towards things that seem strange and loves to go out and adventure whenever she gets a chance. Typically cynical of most people, she is overly polite and quiet around strangers, and at times even friends, unless they are doing something outright wrong or immoral in her eyes. If that is the case, then she will not hold back on insults or reprimands until she feels it is right to stop. Over all introverted, she is easy to talk to but looses energy easily if around too many people, and after parties or large excursions she normally allows herself a day or two alone to relax and recharge. Plagued by visions and voices when both asleep and awake, Ash rarely sleeps well, and is rather forgetful. There are many times when she has forgotten to eat or speak during her daily life, which leaves her family a bit worried for her well-being.
>
> Absolutely loves poems, and has a rather clever mind. She could write music and lyrics for hours without stopping, and many times she has done exactly that. Easily stressed out, Hazel has trouble keeping calm at times, and if she gets too far into her panic she may suffer for anxiety attacks and other mildly worrying forms of panic. While she does her best to stay afloat in school, she can very quickly get discouraged if she is unable to do something as easily as she would like. Most of her stress is bore from her lack of sleep and her parents wish for her to keep doing well in school, and while some would say for her to simply take a break and nap it just isn't that easy. Excels in English and music classes, while she is relatively okay at math and science.
>
> Around TVs, phones, and other tech-related devices she is rather nervous. Her powers usually seem to filter through the slender, hole-ridden telephones or smooth, black screens of televisions, more clearly then anywhere else, so when she is close to any sort of electric based item she may hear whispers, or see images of the past or future. Her powers also filter in through still water, windows, mirrors, and dreams, and are overall very dull and hard to see and understand. She is unaware that this is even a power, instead thinking of it as her remembering something odd, like deja vu. She also seems to be sensitive to supernatural forces, and can at times see white outlines of people, or ghosts, as others would call them.
>
>
> **Bio:**
>
> Hazel was born into a normal, Thai-Irish family. She was the first (and only) child, heavily spoiled, and loved unconditionally by her doctor mother and lawyer father. Of course, due to her parents being busy with their work, she was often alone in her childhood, and though she acted like she didn't mind it kind of got to her eventually, leaving her to be a very withdrawn child. As she grew, Hazel began to notice all the people who lived in her house with them, like the man with the rope around his neck, and the children who often jumped from the railings to the foyer below while giggling hysterically. Hazel often told her parents of these people, but they brushed her off gently, calling them her "imaginary friends". And she soon began to believe they imaginary as well eventually.
>
> The first time she heard whispers of the future was when she was ten, and she was home alone playing with her dad's old guitar. The phone rang suddenly from the kitchen, the old white land line phone that had been broken for the passed three weeks, and Hazel answered with slight hesitance. On the other end, whispers, excited and certain, filtered through and filled her mind with images. She saw a cat, a bad test grade, and an unfamiliar, sobbing child. So surprised by these images, Hazel dropped the phone and fell back, yelling out in fear as the images took over her mind and caused a massive headache. She was bedridden for two days, and when she finally was able to walk and talk without getting a migraine and a nosebleed she returned to school. On her way, though, she was caught up by the most adorable, yet familiar looking cat. She spent a few minutes trying to coax it forward before continuing on her way. In her second period science class, there was a sudden quiz, which she didn't do too well on, receiving a low seventy as a grade, and during recess, the new kid was being harshly bullied. Hazel witnessed all of this, feeling such a heavy sense of deja vu that she almost felt sick.
>
> These odd phenomena continued happening, well into her middle school and then high school life, though she merely brushed them off as sleep-deprived hallucinations/lucky guesses. She was eventually enrolled into the Northwood Academy, and she transferred in during her sophomore year of high school.
>
> **How You Came to the School:**
>
> Transfer
>
> **Preferred Dorm:**
>
> Dorsey Hall
>
Accepted! |
47,726 | 1,295 | 24 | 1,250 | 1,504 | Oh, you didn't have to go... He said, looking at her and still trying to figure out what drew him to this girl specifically. Then he heard the question and replied without thinking. Yeah, that's either volume one or two of the original two volume publication from 1890. If you want they have the 20s twelve volume set out their in the main library." He got up and moved beside her, getting close to her. 'Yeah. That's volume one. Would you like me to go get the third edition prints? I know where to find all twelve volumes. And your so beautiful..." He whispered the last part, not even realizing that he had said it. He hadn't ment she was beautiful in the traditional sense, but he had take the life force of his fair share of those types. And this girl, her life force vitalised him so much from just a kiss... | > !( "enter image title here")
>
>
> A rather pretty girl, Hazel is mostly known for her strange, mystical, and maybe even witchy eyes. She stands at about 5'10 and is thin and lanky, mostly due to her constant forgetfulness to eat and stay healthy. Her face is small and pale, and normally heavily made up, especially during school days. Hazel's lips are somewhat large and always curled into a pout, while her nose is small and rounded. Her eyes seem to be blue-green, and almost have a silvery appearance to them. Messy pale brown hair frames Hazel's round face, giving her a much more childish appearance. She is rarely seen in anything too fancy, oft preferring sweats and sweaters over dresses and heels, and her hair is normally held up in a large, messy bun, or loose and down to her mid-back.
>
>
> **Name:**
>
> Hazel Barwicke
>
> **Age:**
>
> 16
>
> **Year:**
>
> Third Year
>
> **Normal or Supernatural:**
>
> Clairvoyant (Unaware) - Sees the future through reflective surfaces, more so TVs and computer screens, and hears whispers through phones and during her dreams. Most of her precognition are hard to decipher and rarely wrong, but she has learned to somewhat use them to her advantage, even if she just thinks of them as mere lucky streaks. Also spiritually sensitive, and can see ghosts and other supernatural phenomena.
>
>
>
> **Personality:**
>
> Hazel is a clever and quick-witted young woman, with a sharp tongue and a direct way of approaching things. She is not afraid to speak her mind and will more times then not fight for what she believes is right before truly thinking into it. Very curious towards things that seem strange and loves to go out and adventure whenever she gets a chance. Typically cynical of most people, she is overly polite and quiet around strangers, and at times even friends, unless they are doing something outright wrong or immoral in her eyes. If that is the case, then she will not hold back on insults or reprimands until she feels it is right to stop. Over all introverted, she is easy to talk to but looses energy easily if around too many people, and after parties or large excursions she normally allows herself a day or two alone to relax and recharge. Plagued by visions and voices when both asleep and awake, Ash rarely sleeps well, and is rather forgetful. There are many times when she has forgotten to eat or speak during her daily life, which leaves her family a bit worried for her well-being.
>
> Absolutely loves poems, and has a rather clever mind. She could write music and lyrics for hours without stopping, and many times she has done exactly that. Easily stressed out, Hazel has trouble keeping calm at times, and if she gets too far into her panic she may suffer for anxiety attacks and other mildly worrying forms of panic. While she does her best to stay afloat in school, she can very quickly get discouraged if she is unable to do something as easily as she would like. Most of her stress is bore from her lack of sleep and her parents wish for her to keep doing well in school, and while some would say for her to simply take a break and nap it just isn't that easy. Excels in English and music classes, while she is relatively okay at math and science.
>
> Around TVs, phones, and other tech-related devices she is rather nervous. Her powers usually seem to filter through the slender, hole-ridden telephones or smooth, black screens of televisions, more clearly then anywhere else, so when she is close to any sort of electric based item she may hear whispers, or see images of the past or future. Her powers also filter in through still water, windows, mirrors, and dreams, and are overall very dull and hard to see and understand. She is unaware that this is even a power, instead thinking of it as her remembering something odd, like deja vu. She also seems to be sensitive to supernatural forces, and can at times see white outlines of people, or ghosts, as others would call them.
>
>
> **Bio:**
>
> Hazel was born into a normal, Thai-Irish family. She was the first (and only) child, heavily spoiled, and loved unconditionally by her doctor mother and lawyer father. Of course, due to her parents being busy with their work, she was often alone in her childhood, and though she acted like she didn't mind it kind of got to her eventually, leaving her to be a very withdrawn child. As she grew, Hazel began to notice all the people who lived in her house with them, like the man with the rope around his neck, and the children who often jumped from the railings to the foyer below while giggling hysterically. Hazel often told her parents of these people, but they brushed her off gently, calling them her "imaginary friends". And she soon began to believe they imaginary as well eventually.
>
> The first time she heard whispers of the future was when she was ten, and she was home alone playing with her dad's old guitar. The phone rang suddenly from the kitchen, the old white land line phone that had been broken for the passed three weeks, and Hazel answered with slight hesitance. On the other end, whispers, excited and certain, filtered through and filled her mind with images. She saw a cat, a bad test grade, and an unfamiliar, sobbing child. So surprised by these images, Hazel dropped the phone and fell back, yelling out in fear as the images took over her mind and caused a massive headache. She was bedridden for two days, and when she finally was able to walk and talk without getting a migraine and a nosebleed she returned to school. On her way, though, she was caught up by the most adorable, yet familiar looking cat. She spent a few minutes trying to coax it forward before continuing on her way. In her second period science class, there was a sudden quiz, which she didn't do too well on, receiving a low seventy as a grade, and during recess, the new kid was being harshly bullied. Hazel witnessed all of this, feeling such a heavy sense of deja vu that she almost felt sick.
>
> These odd phenomena continued happening, well into her middle school and then high school life, though she merely brushed them off as sleep-deprived hallucinations/lucky guesses. She was eventually enrolled into the Northwood Academy, and she transferred in during her sophomore year of high school.
>
> **How You Came to the School:**
>
> Transfer
>
> **Preferred Dorm:**
>
> Dorsey Hall
>
Accepted! |
47,727 | 1,295 | 25 | 1,523 | 3,443 | Jamie Drummond
Jamie ran a hand through his hair, scowling. “Four. Just enough to sate the pre-game jitters, if I ration them,” he said. “Which you I won't. Dad's sending me more if we win, 'cos he's rad like that.” He avoided saying that even if they lost, he'd probably still get a package in the mail with some – it wasn't his fault he was spoiled, it was the fault of generations and generations of shrewd businessmen and their children.
All of a sudden, he noticed the absence of movement in his teammates and almost scowled – didn't they know they had a game coming up? – until he turned to see himself what they were staring at. A girl, the year above him (since he never saw her in any of her classes), kneeling on the field for some strange reason. “Who even does work on the bleachers?” he asked nobody in particular as he noticed the scattered pages. “Guys, stop gawping and help the girl out.”
He just had to win the game, because not only would it make his family proud, but he could also ask his brother for a particular gift for his post-game present – something to make later bonfires a lot more fun. Naturally, his team had to actually win first. Jamie caught a sheet of paper rolling in his direction. A stave was drawn on it, and Jamie hummed thoughtfully under his breath as he moved to hand it to her.
A musician, huh? | Posted For Approval
---
!( "enter image title here")
**NAME:** James “Jamie” Drummond
**AGE:** 16
**YEAR:** 2nd
**NORMAL OR SUPERNATURAL?**
Supernatural – “Luck” or otherwise the art of making it through something by the skin of his teeth. (Perhaps it has to do with probabilities and an instinctual knowledge of them. Either way, Jamie has learned from past mistakes the dangers of relying on it too much.)
**PERSONALITY:**
Jamie is the type to hate normality – he finds that a life without change and excitement is too mundane, too stagnant for him. He chases after thrills like a dog with a stick (minus the tongue-wagging). No danger is too huge, no task impossible for the courageous Jamie Drummond!
They say that Jamie is not quite right, that he doesn't look before he leaps and charges in like a bull. He's easy-going, certainly, but that doesn't mean he is mindful of his surroundings and those in it. His closest friends are the ones who can keep up with him, and those who *can't*... well, they're not worth his interest. His utter lack of care towards his academic work (and obsession over the practical) is by no means a reflection of his intellect; however, his common sense has vanished – if it even existed in the first place.
A true extrovert, he doesn't like to be alone nor does he like to see it in others. He's also oh-so-very loud.
**BIO:**
Born into an extremely wealthy Scottish family with a good reputation for business and a notorious one for scandals, Jamie had big shoes to fill. Tutored at home in addition to his normal Primary School work throughout all of his childhood years, it wasn't an excessively happy time and he lacked the freedom most children were given; however, his parents felt it necessary – not as naturally clever as many of his brothers and sisters, a head for business had to be drilled into him.
Even so, he always noticed something was different about himself, and so did others. His parents called him a “leprechaun” for his abnormally good luck, untamed and uncontrolled when he was younger. If he desperately wanted something (like to *win*), he would – barely. His grades were consistently just above the pass mark every time, no matter where it was set at, and even waking up at the latest possible moment to go to school he would always somehow make it. It all came to a head in one particular incident at age eleven: a car accident with him as the pedestrian where he survived miraculously unscathed.
It was only when he started stretching the limits of his strange luck that it began to fail him (and as a result, he began to fail his tests). Quickly he shut it off – clearly it only 'guided' him so he still had to study, or wake up early enough to get to class – and after he grew up into a teenager, he honestly forgot all about it. It was just an overactive imagination trying to think of himself as something special, or at least, that's what he told himself.
Once enrolled in Northwood Academy on the suggestion of his aunt, he continued to pull a 'barely passing' GPA at 3.1, teeter around two tardies out of three each term, barely make curfew and survive all in all through sheer luck alone. The only thing he seems truly talented in is sports – most if not all kinds. His ability almost certainly contributes to that, without his knowledge.
**HOW YOU CAME TO THE SCHOOL:**
Enrolled from Year 1 onwards – accepted due to rich parents.
**PREFERRED DORM:**
Wells Hall
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!( "enter image title here")
**NAME:** Luca Seacliffe
**AGE:** 14
**YEAR:** 1st Year
**NORMAL OR SUPERNATURAL?**
A supernatural with particularly mundane talents. She is similar to the legends of the trickster, having an abnormal talent for misdirection and confusing others.
**PERSONALITY:**
Luca is, without a doubt, a girl with too few marbles and an insatiable curiosity for places considered off limits. She appears immature for her age, still caught up in the carefree imagination of childhood where pranks and magic tricks are more than enjoyable. She has not grown out of that phase, still a precocious kid with too many questions rather than a young woman supposedly on the cusp of adulthood. While intelligent, she doesn't quite understand social norms and is an unrepentant tomboy.
**BIO:**
Luca Seacliffe is the illegitimate daughter of an extremely wealthy businessman and a 'woman of loose morals' (or at least, that's what her mother calls herself) – her household was of average income at best but as an only child she did not have any competition for affection or toys. Even so, her mother was often busy; Luca amused herself from a young age with television and magic sets that were old Christmas present. By ten, she was already designing her own to emulate those she saw in the media.
She had a brief taste of fame in a local newspaper back home in Carlisle, for her winning act in a talent show and since then she had wanted more. Her mother moved to America, however, taking the young star in the making with her and allowing her brief reputation to fall into obscurity. Luca was enrolled into the Northwood Academy of Excellence for her prodigious grades; however, it came with a warning that her social skills left much to be desired.
**HOW YOU CAME TO THE SCHOOL:**
First year student this year – scholarship student.
**PREFERRED DORM:**
Dorsey Hall – she likes the mystery. |
47,728 | 1,295 | 26 | 1,390 | 1,432 | Hazel Barwicke - School Building - Halls
Excited and flustered, Hazel slowed to pace as she aimlessly wandered the school halls, mind pulsating with ideas on how to attract members to the club, but instantly her thoughts vanished as an image suddenly entered and then exited her mind. An unfamiliar image. Taken off-guard, Hazel teetered, shoulder slamming into one of the walls as she attempted to control the horrible headache that followed. Whatever had flashed behind her eyes was gone now, leaving nothing but a horrible pain in its wake, and not wanting to make a scene she staggered to a stand, keeping one hand over her eye in an effort to control the pain.
'Shit, better get back to the dorm...'
Hazel straightened slightly, taking slow steps forward as she focused on walking and ignoring the pain at the same time. These sorts of things were common, dizzy spells, migraines, drowsiness, insomnia. Most of the headaches passed after a bit of silence and darkness, though others could last for a good day if ignored. Hazel, however, had no reason to leave it be, and even if she did the pain would soon become to unbearable. Her only option was the peace and quiet of her dorm room. Hopefully her roommate was out, or at least wouldn't mind sitting in the dark for a bit. Hazel staggered through the halls, hoping to appear casual and collected, and as she made her way to the closest exit she froze. The light that poured in through the small windows was already awful, going outside might mean certain death for her brain.
Annoyed and not prepared enough to head out into the sun she let her back hit the nearest wall, sliding down into a sitting position and shoving her forehead onto her knees. With her eyes tightly shut and the added pressure on her sockets she felt some relief, and as she breathed out a sigh she drifted off into thoughtlessness, praying that the migraine would pass soon. She wanted to start gathering members, and she wouldn't be able to with a head full of drums. | ---
Character Sheet:
**Appearance**
!( "Cerise Sonata")
**Name:** Cerise Sonata
**Age:** Undisclosed
**Normal or Supernatural:** Dhampyr. There are many fictions that detail the characteristics of this half vampire breed. However, Cerise has only a few select known. Her sleek knee length ebony hair is a traditional feature but her canines are not as expected. Most fictions describe the canines as being extremely elongated whereas Cerises are only slightly longer than those of normals. She can sustain herself off of both blood as well as normal food, though her hunger is sated for longer from feeding on blood. Her skin is very pale and if she goes too long without feeding can begin to appear translucent. Her body is also slightly jelly-like, implying that she lacks real bones. She is surprisingly not ice to the touch though nine would quite refer to her as warm either. Lastly, Cerise can be exposed to sunlight for up to 2 hours maximum within a 24-hour period, though she lacks a shadow. Any longer than that and she begins to visibly smoke and experience a burning-like pain.
**Personality:** Cerise is a strange being, aside from her being a half-breed. At first glance, most would expect her to be cold and, for lack of a better term, evil. Cerise had the capacity to portray those traits, the same as anyone but what you'll find behind her somewhat menacingly appearance might surprise you. Cerise is extremely passionate about the arts, specifically music. She has an incredible sense of humor, though she rarely cracks jokes herself. It is not uncommon to find her smiling when she is found in the theater. The only exception to her "normal" behavior are the humans. Being a half vampire, she struggles with viewing them as little more than a food source. This causes her interactions with her human students to be a little more strained and to seem ruder than intended.
**Bio:** Cerise shares very little about her past with others. She tends to focus on her time in France, her birth place. She describes a small coven predominantly of women housed in the ruins of a forgotten theater. Every time she tells the story, her eyes lighten to a shimmering emerald shade. It was there she practiced her art; singing and piano.
The women raised her as if she were a full blooded vampire, never talking about where her mother/father or even who they were.
Only particular Vampiress, Margot, indulged with her an indication that her father ran off when finding that her mother was with child. And her mother? Well, Cerise still isn't sure but she doesn't think that she's half human.
Perhaps, there's a reason she's so musically inclined. Besides, she's been told to have the voice of a siren on more than one occasion.
**Class Taught:** Music |
47,729 | 1,295 | 27 | 1,523 | 3,443 | Ash
Ash slid through the water as if she were made of it herself. There wasn't the slightest resistance.
After her own laps she sat near the edge of the pool and grinned at Aery. "You're good."
Aery grinned right back. "Thanks! You're really good too. Where'd you learn that style of recovery and breathing? It looks like something that one of my coaches tried to get me to do when I went to swim camp one year, only I was never able to keep my core tight enough to do it without practically rolling onto my back." | Posted For Approval
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**NAME:** James “Jamie” Drummond
**AGE:** 16
**YEAR:** 2nd
**NORMAL OR SUPERNATURAL?**
Supernatural – “Luck” or otherwise the art of making it through something by the skin of his teeth. (Perhaps it has to do with probabilities and an instinctual knowledge of them. Either way, Jamie has learned from past mistakes the dangers of relying on it too much.)
**PERSONALITY:**
Jamie is the type to hate normality – he finds that a life without change and excitement is too mundane, too stagnant for him. He chases after thrills like a dog with a stick (minus the tongue-wagging). No danger is too huge, no task impossible for the courageous Jamie Drummond!
They say that Jamie is not quite right, that he doesn't look before he leaps and charges in like a bull. He's easy-going, certainly, but that doesn't mean he is mindful of his surroundings and those in it. His closest friends are the ones who can keep up with him, and those who *can't*... well, they're not worth his interest. His utter lack of care towards his academic work (and obsession over the practical) is by no means a reflection of his intellect; however, his common sense has vanished – if it even existed in the first place.
A true extrovert, he doesn't like to be alone nor does he like to see it in others. He's also oh-so-very loud.
**BIO:**
Born into an extremely wealthy Scottish family with a good reputation for business and a notorious one for scandals, Jamie had big shoes to fill. Tutored at home in addition to his normal Primary School work throughout all of his childhood years, it wasn't an excessively happy time and he lacked the freedom most children were given; however, his parents felt it necessary – not as naturally clever as many of his brothers and sisters, a head for business had to be drilled into him.
Even so, he always noticed something was different about himself, and so did others. His parents called him a “leprechaun” for his abnormally good luck, untamed and uncontrolled when he was younger. If he desperately wanted something (like to *win*), he would – barely. His grades were consistently just above the pass mark every time, no matter where it was set at, and even waking up at the latest possible moment to go to school he would always somehow make it. It all came to a head in one particular incident at age eleven: a car accident with him as the pedestrian where he survived miraculously unscathed.
It was only when he started stretching the limits of his strange luck that it began to fail him (and as a result, he began to fail his tests). Quickly he shut it off – clearly it only 'guided' him so he still had to study, or wake up early enough to get to class – and after he grew up into a teenager, he honestly forgot all about it. It was just an overactive imagination trying to think of himself as something special, or at least, that's what he told himself.
Once enrolled in Northwood Academy on the suggestion of his aunt, he continued to pull a 'barely passing' GPA at 3.1, teeter around two tardies out of three each term, barely make curfew and survive all in all through sheer luck alone. The only thing he seems truly talented in is sports – most if not all kinds. His ability almost certainly contributes to that, without his knowledge.
**HOW YOU CAME TO THE SCHOOL:**
Enrolled from Year 1 onwards – accepted due to rich parents.
**PREFERRED DORM:**
Wells Hall
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**NAME:** Luca Seacliffe
**AGE:** 14
**YEAR:** 1st Year
**NORMAL OR SUPERNATURAL?**
A supernatural with particularly mundane talents. She is similar to the legends of the trickster, having an abnormal talent for misdirection and confusing others.
**PERSONALITY:**
Luca is, without a doubt, a girl with too few marbles and an insatiable curiosity for places considered off limits. She appears immature for her age, still caught up in the carefree imagination of childhood where pranks and magic tricks are more than enjoyable. She has not grown out of that phase, still a precocious kid with too many questions rather than a young woman supposedly on the cusp of adulthood. While intelligent, she doesn't quite understand social norms and is an unrepentant tomboy.
**BIO:**
Luca Seacliffe is the illegitimate daughter of an extremely wealthy businessman and a 'woman of loose morals' (or at least, that's what her mother calls herself) – her household was of average income at best but as an only child she did not have any competition for affection or toys. Even so, her mother was often busy; Luca amused herself from a young age with television and magic sets that were old Christmas present. By ten, she was already designing her own to emulate those she saw in the media.
She had a brief taste of fame in a local newspaper back home in Carlisle, for her winning act in a talent show and since then she had wanted more. Her mother moved to America, however, taking the young star in the making with her and allowing her brief reputation to fall into obscurity. Luca was enrolled into the Northwood Academy of Excellence for her prodigious grades; however, it came with a warning that her social skills left much to be desired.
**HOW YOU CAME TO THE SCHOOL:**
First year student this year – scholarship student.
**PREFERRED DORM:**
Dorsey Hall – she likes the mystery. |
47,730 | 1,295 | 28 | 1,250 | 1,504 | Ash
"Thanks. I can try to teach you. I'm not quite sure how I do it though to be honest." The truth was most of the time Ash didn't even bother to come for air, she never seemed to need to and didn't quite understand why people got weirded out by that. So she had, at a young age, started coming for air when it seemed like the right amount of time. After a while no one asked questions. She was pretty certain that's why she was so fast in the water, no need to come up for air, so she didn't waste time. | > !( "enter image title here")
>
>
> A rather pretty girl, Hazel is mostly known for her strange, mystical, and maybe even witchy eyes. She stands at about 5'10 and is thin and lanky, mostly due to her constant forgetfulness to eat and stay healthy. Her face is small and pale, and normally heavily made up, especially during school days. Hazel's lips are somewhat large and always curled into a pout, while her nose is small and rounded. Her eyes seem to be blue-green, and almost have a silvery appearance to them. Messy pale brown hair frames Hazel's round face, giving her a much more childish appearance. She is rarely seen in anything too fancy, oft preferring sweats and sweaters over dresses and heels, and her hair is normally held up in a large, messy bun, or loose and down to her mid-back.
>
>
> **Name:**
>
> Hazel Barwicke
>
> **Age:**
>
> 16
>
> **Year:**
>
> Third Year
>
> **Normal or Supernatural:**
>
> Clairvoyant (Unaware) - Sees the future through reflective surfaces, more so TVs and computer screens, and hears whispers through phones and during her dreams. Most of her precognition are hard to decipher and rarely wrong, but she has learned to somewhat use them to her advantage, even if she just thinks of them as mere lucky streaks. Also spiritually sensitive, and can see ghosts and other supernatural phenomena.
>
>
>
> **Personality:**
>
> Hazel is a clever and quick-witted young woman, with a sharp tongue and a direct way of approaching things. She is not afraid to speak her mind and will more times then not fight for what she believes is right before truly thinking into it. Very curious towards things that seem strange and loves to go out and adventure whenever she gets a chance. Typically cynical of most people, she is overly polite and quiet around strangers, and at times even friends, unless they are doing something outright wrong or immoral in her eyes. If that is the case, then she will not hold back on insults or reprimands until she feels it is right to stop. Over all introverted, she is easy to talk to but looses energy easily if around too many people, and after parties or large excursions she normally allows herself a day or two alone to relax and recharge. Plagued by visions and voices when both asleep and awake, Ash rarely sleeps well, and is rather forgetful. There are many times when she has forgotten to eat or speak during her daily life, which leaves her family a bit worried for her well-being.
>
> Absolutely loves poems, and has a rather clever mind. She could write music and lyrics for hours without stopping, and many times she has done exactly that. Easily stressed out, Hazel has trouble keeping calm at times, and if she gets too far into her panic she may suffer for anxiety attacks and other mildly worrying forms of panic. While she does her best to stay afloat in school, she can very quickly get discouraged if she is unable to do something as easily as she would like. Most of her stress is bore from her lack of sleep and her parents wish for her to keep doing well in school, and while some would say for her to simply take a break and nap it just isn't that easy. Excels in English and music classes, while she is relatively okay at math and science.
>
> Around TVs, phones, and other tech-related devices she is rather nervous. Her powers usually seem to filter through the slender, hole-ridden telephones or smooth, black screens of televisions, more clearly then anywhere else, so when she is close to any sort of electric based item she may hear whispers, or see images of the past or future. Her powers also filter in through still water, windows, mirrors, and dreams, and are overall very dull and hard to see and understand. She is unaware that this is even a power, instead thinking of it as her remembering something odd, like deja vu. She also seems to be sensitive to supernatural forces, and can at times see white outlines of people, or ghosts, as others would call them.
>
>
> **Bio:**
>
> Hazel was born into a normal, Thai-Irish family. She was the first (and only) child, heavily spoiled, and loved unconditionally by her doctor mother and lawyer father. Of course, due to her parents being busy with their work, she was often alone in her childhood, and though she acted like she didn't mind it kind of got to her eventually, leaving her to be a very withdrawn child. As she grew, Hazel began to notice all the people who lived in her house with them, like the man with the rope around his neck, and the children who often jumped from the railings to the foyer below while giggling hysterically. Hazel often told her parents of these people, but they brushed her off gently, calling them her "imaginary friends". And she soon began to believe they imaginary as well eventually.
>
> The first time she heard whispers of the future was when she was ten, and she was home alone playing with her dad's old guitar. The phone rang suddenly from the kitchen, the old white land line phone that had been broken for the passed three weeks, and Hazel answered with slight hesitance. On the other end, whispers, excited and certain, filtered through and filled her mind with images. She saw a cat, a bad test grade, and an unfamiliar, sobbing child. So surprised by these images, Hazel dropped the phone and fell back, yelling out in fear as the images took over her mind and caused a massive headache. She was bedridden for two days, and when she finally was able to walk and talk without getting a migraine and a nosebleed she returned to school. On her way, though, she was caught up by the most adorable, yet familiar looking cat. She spent a few minutes trying to coax it forward before continuing on her way. In her second period science class, there was a sudden quiz, which she didn't do too well on, receiving a low seventy as a grade, and during recess, the new kid was being harshly bullied. Hazel witnessed all of this, feeling such a heavy sense of deja vu that she almost felt sick.
>
> These odd phenomena continued happening, well into her middle school and then high school life, though she merely brushed them off as sleep-deprived hallucinations/lucky guesses. She was eventually enrolled into the Northwood Academy, and she transferred in during her sophomore year of high school.
>
> **How You Came to the School:**
>
> Transfer
>
> **Preferred Dorm:**
>
> Dorsey Hall
>
Accepted! |
47,731 | 1,295 | 29 | 1,250 | 1,504 | Guys stop gaping and help the girl out. One of the boys spoke as Elena knelt embarrassed and in some sort of a stupor. A few of the players began handing her sheets of music, and she happily took them, looking over any folded edges or grass smears. Slowly, she rose brushing the dirt from her knees and venturing further into the field to help collect her mess. Elena shot appreciative smiles to those that helped and avoided eye contact with those who did not.
And then there he was. Right in front of her. And all the breath left her lungs. Elena could feel her heart in her throat and her eyes wide as saucers. C'mon.. Don't just stand there say something! For god sake, he smiled! I have to say something! "T-thanks.." she half shouted at him, feeling the blush crawl all the way behind her ears.
Slightly behind him was another boy, who seemed to be a bit agitated by his friend.“Just 'cos I pick up stuff like a gentleman doesn't mean I like a girl.. Besides, I don't go for older women, or – ones who like this music shit or whatever the hell's on this sheet.”
Elena hadn't truly processed the entirety of the statement and the part she chose to focus on was the part about her sheet music. "Excuse me.." She whispered to no one in particular, closing the distance between herself and the friendly pair. Boldly, she tapped on his shoulder and watched him spin to face her. He was cute. Surprisingly so. And he looked a bit younger than she.
But this was not the time. Elena shook her head from side to side and stuck out her hand. "Yes, I'll be taking my music shit from you now." Her voice had more bite than she'd originally intended but hearing the words aloud made her feel a little better. After all, what did a measly football player know about music? | > !( "enter image title here")
>
>
> A rather pretty girl, Hazel is mostly known for her strange, mystical, and maybe even witchy eyes. She stands at about 5'10 and is thin and lanky, mostly due to her constant forgetfulness to eat and stay healthy. Her face is small and pale, and normally heavily made up, especially during school days. Hazel's lips are somewhat large and always curled into a pout, while her nose is small and rounded. Her eyes seem to be blue-green, and almost have a silvery appearance to them. Messy pale brown hair frames Hazel's round face, giving her a much more childish appearance. She is rarely seen in anything too fancy, oft preferring sweats and sweaters over dresses and heels, and her hair is normally held up in a large, messy bun, or loose and down to her mid-back.
>
>
> **Name:**
>
> Hazel Barwicke
>
> **Age:**
>
> 16
>
> **Year:**
>
> Third Year
>
> **Normal or Supernatural:**
>
> Clairvoyant (Unaware) - Sees the future through reflective surfaces, more so TVs and computer screens, and hears whispers through phones and during her dreams. Most of her precognition are hard to decipher and rarely wrong, but she has learned to somewhat use them to her advantage, even if she just thinks of them as mere lucky streaks. Also spiritually sensitive, and can see ghosts and other supernatural phenomena.
>
>
>
> **Personality:**
>
> Hazel is a clever and quick-witted young woman, with a sharp tongue and a direct way of approaching things. She is not afraid to speak her mind and will more times then not fight for what she believes is right before truly thinking into it. Very curious towards things that seem strange and loves to go out and adventure whenever she gets a chance. Typically cynical of most people, she is overly polite and quiet around strangers, and at times even friends, unless they are doing something outright wrong or immoral in her eyes. If that is the case, then she will not hold back on insults or reprimands until she feels it is right to stop. Over all introverted, she is easy to talk to but looses energy easily if around too many people, and after parties or large excursions she normally allows herself a day or two alone to relax and recharge. Plagued by visions and voices when both asleep and awake, Ash rarely sleeps well, and is rather forgetful. There are many times when she has forgotten to eat or speak during her daily life, which leaves her family a bit worried for her well-being.
>
> Absolutely loves poems, and has a rather clever mind. She could write music and lyrics for hours without stopping, and many times she has done exactly that. Easily stressed out, Hazel has trouble keeping calm at times, and if she gets too far into her panic she may suffer for anxiety attacks and other mildly worrying forms of panic. While she does her best to stay afloat in school, she can very quickly get discouraged if she is unable to do something as easily as she would like. Most of her stress is bore from her lack of sleep and her parents wish for her to keep doing well in school, and while some would say for her to simply take a break and nap it just isn't that easy. Excels in English and music classes, while she is relatively okay at math and science.
>
> Around TVs, phones, and other tech-related devices she is rather nervous. Her powers usually seem to filter through the slender, hole-ridden telephones or smooth, black screens of televisions, more clearly then anywhere else, so when she is close to any sort of electric based item she may hear whispers, or see images of the past or future. Her powers also filter in through still water, windows, mirrors, and dreams, and are overall very dull and hard to see and understand. She is unaware that this is even a power, instead thinking of it as her remembering something odd, like deja vu. She also seems to be sensitive to supernatural forces, and can at times see white outlines of people, or ghosts, as others would call them.
>
>
> **Bio:**
>
> Hazel was born into a normal, Thai-Irish family. She was the first (and only) child, heavily spoiled, and loved unconditionally by her doctor mother and lawyer father. Of course, due to her parents being busy with their work, she was often alone in her childhood, and though she acted like she didn't mind it kind of got to her eventually, leaving her to be a very withdrawn child. As she grew, Hazel began to notice all the people who lived in her house with them, like the man with the rope around his neck, and the children who often jumped from the railings to the foyer below while giggling hysterically. Hazel often told her parents of these people, but they brushed her off gently, calling them her "imaginary friends". And she soon began to believe they imaginary as well eventually.
>
> The first time she heard whispers of the future was when she was ten, and she was home alone playing with her dad's old guitar. The phone rang suddenly from the kitchen, the old white land line phone that had been broken for the passed three weeks, and Hazel answered with slight hesitance. On the other end, whispers, excited and certain, filtered through and filled her mind with images. She saw a cat, a bad test grade, and an unfamiliar, sobbing child. So surprised by these images, Hazel dropped the phone and fell back, yelling out in fear as the images took over her mind and caused a massive headache. She was bedridden for two days, and when she finally was able to walk and talk without getting a migraine and a nosebleed she returned to school. On her way, though, she was caught up by the most adorable, yet familiar looking cat. She spent a few minutes trying to coax it forward before continuing on her way. In her second period science class, there was a sudden quiz, which she didn't do too well on, receiving a low seventy as a grade, and during recess, the new kid was being harshly bullied. Hazel witnessed all of this, feeling such a heavy sense of deja vu that she almost felt sick.
>
> These odd phenomena continued happening, well into her middle school and then high school life, though she merely brushed them off as sleep-deprived hallucinations/lucky guesses. She was eventually enrolled into the Northwood Academy, and she transferred in during her sophomore year of high school.
>
> **How You Came to the School:**
>
> Transfer
>
> **Preferred Dorm:**
>
> Dorsey Hall
>
Accepted! |
47,732 | 1,295 | 30 | 2,167 | 1,574 | Sam
Sam almost scowled at the two boys. Part of him was glad that he hardly talked to anyone on the team. He didn't find the immaturity of some of them all that appealing. But, he remained quiet and turned his back to the bleachers. He just really wanted to get this practice over with.
""Yes, I'll be taking my music shit from you now." He heard someone say from behind him. Sam turned back slightly, craning his neck to look behind him. The same girl was giving his teammate a vaguely murderous look. Her hand was stretched out in front of her with the palm out. Sam laughed quietly, to himself. The girl had some fire in her. | > Name: Ash Mareinos
>
> Appearance first (image):
> Ash has an irregular oblong red tinted birthmark just above her left knee. She has a scar on the inside of left arm where she cut it on accident while playing on some farm equipment, and another on her right knee from falling off her bike while learning how to ride. Her ears are pierced.
> (
>
> Age: 15
>
> Year: 2nd year
>
> Normal or Supernatural (as in, what are you?): Supernatural. Ash is the far descendant of water nymphs. She is the first in a very long time to show any promise. Her gifts would be control of water, ability to breath under water, she is far enough removed from the original Nymph in her line that she will not have the control over sexual desires that is common with Nymphs. She is also an excellent singer, and her parents had her classically trained.
>
> Personality: Ash is brilliant, but she doesn't apply herself. At Northwood she does the bare minimum to not get in trouble. She avoids the smaller school work as much as possible, but aces her tests with ease. She has a streak of anger that comes out when questioned about her choices. She's modest and prefers long skirts, since she can't wear pants at school. Though she always has a pair packed in case of need to climb a tree. Ash is tom-boyish and outgoing.
>
> Bio: Ash is descendant from the nymph Pareia and Minos' son Nephalion. She was raised on a ranch in Upstate New York. The ranch had a lake that she spent most of her summers in. As such her skin is tanned deeply (Don't let the photo fool you). Ash doesn't know who her ancestors are. What she knows is she's a really good swimmer and never seems to have to come for air. Her parents take a vacation to the ocean for two weeks every year, there she swims in the ocean and seems unbothered by the tides.
>
> It was during one of these trips to the ocean that one of her older brother was pulled out to sea in a riptide. Ash freaked out and swam to him, she was miraculously able to rescue her brother. He swears that the ocean obeyed her pleas for his safety, and has become very devout about her safety. They exchange letters frequently.
>
> Ash has several other brothers varying in older and younger (there are a total of 6 boys), she's a middle child. Because of all of her brother's she has grown up rather tom-boyish, she's the type to walk a fence or take a dare.
>
> Ash is nervous about the lake after last year's incident, but the draw to swim it much too strong for her to ignore it for long.
>
> How you came to the school (did you transfer or are you a Year 1 student?): She started here her first year.
>
> Preferred Dorm: Wells Hall
>
> _______________________________________
> Name: Amy Snow
>
> Appearance first (image):
> (
>
> Age: 15
>
> Year: 2nd
>
> Normal or Supernatural (as in, what are you?): Normal
>
> Personality: Not outgoing, unless it's going to the Library. She holds no resentment over being an orphan, in fact she believes that she's got it made. She has no family history to hold her back. Amy has a drive to prove herself in the classroom. She is easily found in the library. Amy is an extrovert surprisingly, so even though she revels in books Amy needs friendship. She's not daring enough to be part of Ash's group of friends, and it's clear Ash doesn't have much time for someone so stuck in her books.
>
> Bio: Amy is an orphan. She was raised in a Home, capital H and all. All she knows of her family is her name. Other than that she has never cared. She may have been raised in the Home, but she grew up in the library. She lived close enough to DC to take two buses every weekend into the city to go to the Library of Congress, and the Smithsonian. She was, by the time she was ten, considered a permanent fixture in the library.
>
> When she turned 14 one of the librarians put a stack of school applications in front of her. She filled them all out and was accepted to most (only the ones who needed more socialization in her record turned her down). Amy was told by the librarians that she was to apply all of herself to her school work and they'd pay and find scholarships for her. They want her to succeed, and she wants to show them how much she really can do. Her strength is in languages, but she isn't short in sciences or maths.
>
> Amy didn't know the girl last year, but it struck her deep. She won't have anything to do with the lake now.
>
> How you came to the school (did you transfer or are you a Year 1 student?): Came as a 1st year.
>
> Preferred Dorm: Elliot Hall
>
>
>
Accepted! |
47,733 | 1,295 | 31 | 1,523 | 3,443 | Jamie Drummond
Jamie studiously ignored his friend, rolling his eyes as he turned around, handing the paper over with a more cheerful grin than before, if painful to keep up.
"Sure, here's your music shit. Sorry if there's football shit all over it. Tends to happen with all this… grass," he said. Roll with it, and carry on, he told himself. It was the first rule of insulting someone or something openly, at least according to his scumbag of a sister. No regrets. "And just ignore anything and everything Mason there ever says, got it? He doesn't know what he's talking about." He jerked a thumb in the direction of James then crossed his arms a tad more defensively, as he looked back at the other player. Clearly he didn't know the first thing about romance or crushes, nor that there was no such thing as seeing someone and instantly wanting to tap that. That sort of feeling came after months and years of hanging out on rooftops.
God, he was such a sap. "We gonna start working anytime soon? I for one don't want to lose." | Posted For Approval
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**NAME:** James “Jamie” Drummond
**AGE:** 16
**YEAR:** 2nd
**NORMAL OR SUPERNATURAL?**
Supernatural – “Luck” or otherwise the art of making it through something by the skin of his teeth. (Perhaps it has to do with probabilities and an instinctual knowledge of them. Either way, Jamie has learned from past mistakes the dangers of relying on it too much.)
**PERSONALITY:**
Jamie is the type to hate normality – he finds that a life without change and excitement is too mundane, too stagnant for him. He chases after thrills like a dog with a stick (minus the tongue-wagging). No danger is too huge, no task impossible for the courageous Jamie Drummond!
They say that Jamie is not quite right, that he doesn't look before he leaps and charges in like a bull. He's easy-going, certainly, but that doesn't mean he is mindful of his surroundings and those in it. His closest friends are the ones who can keep up with him, and those who *can't*... well, they're not worth his interest. His utter lack of care towards his academic work (and obsession over the practical) is by no means a reflection of his intellect; however, his common sense has vanished – if it even existed in the first place.
A true extrovert, he doesn't like to be alone nor does he like to see it in others. He's also oh-so-very loud.
**BIO:**
Born into an extremely wealthy Scottish family with a good reputation for business and a notorious one for scandals, Jamie had big shoes to fill. Tutored at home in addition to his normal Primary School work throughout all of his childhood years, it wasn't an excessively happy time and he lacked the freedom most children were given; however, his parents felt it necessary – not as naturally clever as many of his brothers and sisters, a head for business had to be drilled into him.
Even so, he always noticed something was different about himself, and so did others. His parents called him a “leprechaun” for his abnormally good luck, untamed and uncontrolled when he was younger. If he desperately wanted something (like to *win*), he would – barely. His grades were consistently just above the pass mark every time, no matter where it was set at, and even waking up at the latest possible moment to go to school he would always somehow make it. It all came to a head in one particular incident at age eleven: a car accident with him as the pedestrian where he survived miraculously unscathed.
It was only when he started stretching the limits of his strange luck that it began to fail him (and as a result, he began to fail his tests). Quickly he shut it off – clearly it only 'guided' him so he still had to study, or wake up early enough to get to class – and after he grew up into a teenager, he honestly forgot all about it. It was just an overactive imagination trying to think of himself as something special, or at least, that's what he told himself.
Once enrolled in Northwood Academy on the suggestion of his aunt, he continued to pull a 'barely passing' GPA at 3.1, teeter around two tardies out of three each term, barely make curfew and survive all in all through sheer luck alone. The only thing he seems truly talented in is sports – most if not all kinds. His ability almost certainly contributes to that, without his knowledge.
**HOW YOU CAME TO THE SCHOOL:**
Enrolled from Year 1 onwards – accepted due to rich parents.
**PREFERRED DORM:**
Wells Hall
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**NAME:** Luca Seacliffe
**AGE:** 14
**YEAR:** 1st Year
**NORMAL OR SUPERNATURAL?**
A supernatural with particularly mundane talents. She is similar to the legends of the trickster, having an abnormal talent for misdirection and confusing others.
**PERSONALITY:**
Luca is, without a doubt, a girl with too few marbles and an insatiable curiosity for places considered off limits. She appears immature for her age, still caught up in the carefree imagination of childhood where pranks and magic tricks are more than enjoyable. She has not grown out of that phase, still a precocious kid with too many questions rather than a young woman supposedly on the cusp of adulthood. While intelligent, she doesn't quite understand social norms and is an unrepentant tomboy.
**BIO:**
Luca Seacliffe is the illegitimate daughter of an extremely wealthy businessman and a 'woman of loose morals' (or at least, that's what her mother calls herself) – her household was of average income at best but as an only child she did not have any competition for affection or toys. Even so, her mother was often busy; Luca amused herself from a young age with television and magic sets that were old Christmas present. By ten, she was already designing her own to emulate those she saw in the media.
She had a brief taste of fame in a local newspaper back home in Carlisle, for her winning act in a talent show and since then she had wanted more. Her mother moved to America, however, taking the young star in the making with her and allowing her brief reputation to fall into obscurity. Luca was enrolled into the Northwood Academy of Excellence for her prodigious grades; however, it came with a warning that her social skills left much to be desired.
**HOW YOU CAME TO THE SCHOOL:**
First year student this year – scholarship student.
**PREFERRED DORM:**
Dorsey Hall – she likes the mystery. |
47,734 | 1,295 | 32 | 2,167 | 1,574 | (Sorry. Accidental post.) | > Name: Ash Mareinos
>
> Appearance first (image):
> Ash has an irregular oblong red tinted birthmark just above her left knee. She has a scar on the inside of left arm where she cut it on accident while playing on some farm equipment, and another on her right knee from falling off her bike while learning how to ride. Her ears are pierced.
> (
>
> Age: 15
>
> Year: 2nd year
>
> Normal or Supernatural (as in, what are you?): Supernatural. Ash is the far descendant of water nymphs. She is the first in a very long time to show any promise. Her gifts would be control of water, ability to breath under water, she is far enough removed from the original Nymph in her line that she will not have the control over sexual desires that is common with Nymphs. She is also an excellent singer, and her parents had her classically trained.
>
> Personality: Ash is brilliant, but she doesn't apply herself. At Northwood she does the bare minimum to not get in trouble. She avoids the smaller school work as much as possible, but aces her tests with ease. She has a streak of anger that comes out when questioned about her choices. She's modest and prefers long skirts, since she can't wear pants at school. Though she always has a pair packed in case of need to climb a tree. Ash is tom-boyish and outgoing.
>
> Bio: Ash is descendant from the nymph Pareia and Minos' son Nephalion. She was raised on a ranch in Upstate New York. The ranch had a lake that she spent most of her summers in. As such her skin is tanned deeply (Don't let the photo fool you). Ash doesn't know who her ancestors are. What she knows is she's a really good swimmer and never seems to have to come for air. Her parents take a vacation to the ocean for two weeks every year, there she swims in the ocean and seems unbothered by the tides.
>
> It was during one of these trips to the ocean that one of her older brother was pulled out to sea in a riptide. Ash freaked out and swam to him, she was miraculously able to rescue her brother. He swears that the ocean obeyed her pleas for his safety, and has become very devout about her safety. They exchange letters frequently.
>
> Ash has several other brothers varying in older and younger (there are a total of 6 boys), she's a middle child. Because of all of her brother's she has grown up rather tom-boyish, she's the type to walk a fence or take a dare.
>
> Ash is nervous about the lake after last year's incident, but the draw to swim it much too strong for her to ignore it for long.
>
> How you came to the school (did you transfer or are you a Year 1 student?): She started here her first year.
>
> Preferred Dorm: Wells Hall
>
> _______________________________________
> Name: Amy Snow
>
> Appearance first (image):
> (
>
> Age: 15
>
> Year: 2nd
>
> Normal or Supernatural (as in, what are you?): Normal
>
> Personality: Not outgoing, unless it's going to the Library. She holds no resentment over being an orphan, in fact she believes that she's got it made. She has no family history to hold her back. Amy has a drive to prove herself in the classroom. She is easily found in the library. Amy is an extrovert surprisingly, so even though she revels in books Amy needs friendship. She's not daring enough to be part of Ash's group of friends, and it's clear Ash doesn't have much time for someone so stuck in her books.
>
> Bio: Amy is an orphan. She was raised in a Home, capital H and all. All she knows of her family is her name. Other than that she has never cared. She may have been raised in the Home, but she grew up in the library. She lived close enough to DC to take two buses every weekend into the city to go to the Library of Congress, and the Smithsonian. She was, by the time she was ten, considered a permanent fixture in the library.
>
> When she turned 14 one of the librarians put a stack of school applications in front of her. She filled them all out and was accepted to most (only the ones who needed more socialization in her record turned her down). Amy was told by the librarians that she was to apply all of herself to her school work and they'd pay and find scholarships for her. They want her to succeed, and she wants to show them how much she really can do. Her strength is in languages, but she isn't short in sciences or maths.
>
> Amy didn't know the girl last year, but it struck her deep. She won't have anything to do with the lake now.
>
> How you came to the school (did you transfer or are you a Year 1 student?): Came as a 1st year.
>
> Preferred Dorm: Elliot Hall
>
>
>
Accepted! |
47,735 | 1,295 | 33 | 1,250 | 1,504 | Elena took the papers from his hand, a brief brush on contact causing a shock between them. Football shit? Maybe he didn't mean it that badly? Maybe he just swears a lot.. she thought to herself, raising a speculative eyebrow, switching her gaze over to the friend 'Mason'.
"No. You certainly don't want to lose to Westfield Prep.." she half yelled the last part, hearing a few grunts of displeasure from behind her. Men and their pride. She flashed the boy a smile. "Enjoy practice, boys." Elena concluded turning to the bleachers to resume her position. As she passed by Sam, she boldly gave him a slight wave and began climbing up the bleachers as if it had been nothing.
Boys... What am I going to do about them? she silently mused, tucking her dirty sheet music securely into a spare folder. | > !( "enter image title here")
>
>
> A rather pretty girl, Hazel is mostly known for her strange, mystical, and maybe even witchy eyes. She stands at about 5'10 and is thin and lanky, mostly due to her constant forgetfulness to eat and stay healthy. Her face is small and pale, and normally heavily made up, especially during school days. Hazel's lips are somewhat large and always curled into a pout, while her nose is small and rounded. Her eyes seem to be blue-green, and almost have a silvery appearance to them. Messy pale brown hair frames Hazel's round face, giving her a much more childish appearance. She is rarely seen in anything too fancy, oft preferring sweats and sweaters over dresses and heels, and her hair is normally held up in a large, messy bun, or loose and down to her mid-back.
>
>
> **Name:**
>
> Hazel Barwicke
>
> **Age:**
>
> 16
>
> **Year:**
>
> Third Year
>
> **Normal or Supernatural:**
>
> Clairvoyant (Unaware) - Sees the future through reflective surfaces, more so TVs and computer screens, and hears whispers through phones and during her dreams. Most of her precognition are hard to decipher and rarely wrong, but she has learned to somewhat use them to her advantage, even if she just thinks of them as mere lucky streaks. Also spiritually sensitive, and can see ghosts and other supernatural phenomena.
>
>
>
> **Personality:**
>
> Hazel is a clever and quick-witted young woman, with a sharp tongue and a direct way of approaching things. She is not afraid to speak her mind and will more times then not fight for what she believes is right before truly thinking into it. Very curious towards things that seem strange and loves to go out and adventure whenever she gets a chance. Typically cynical of most people, she is overly polite and quiet around strangers, and at times even friends, unless they are doing something outright wrong or immoral in her eyes. If that is the case, then she will not hold back on insults or reprimands until she feels it is right to stop. Over all introverted, she is easy to talk to but looses energy easily if around too many people, and after parties or large excursions she normally allows herself a day or two alone to relax and recharge. Plagued by visions and voices when both asleep and awake, Ash rarely sleeps well, and is rather forgetful. There are many times when she has forgotten to eat or speak during her daily life, which leaves her family a bit worried for her well-being.
>
> Absolutely loves poems, and has a rather clever mind. She could write music and lyrics for hours without stopping, and many times she has done exactly that. Easily stressed out, Hazel has trouble keeping calm at times, and if she gets too far into her panic she may suffer for anxiety attacks and other mildly worrying forms of panic. While she does her best to stay afloat in school, she can very quickly get discouraged if she is unable to do something as easily as she would like. Most of her stress is bore from her lack of sleep and her parents wish for her to keep doing well in school, and while some would say for her to simply take a break and nap it just isn't that easy. Excels in English and music classes, while she is relatively okay at math and science.
>
> Around TVs, phones, and other tech-related devices she is rather nervous. Her powers usually seem to filter through the slender, hole-ridden telephones or smooth, black screens of televisions, more clearly then anywhere else, so when she is close to any sort of electric based item she may hear whispers, or see images of the past or future. Her powers also filter in through still water, windows, mirrors, and dreams, and are overall very dull and hard to see and understand. She is unaware that this is even a power, instead thinking of it as her remembering something odd, like deja vu. She also seems to be sensitive to supernatural forces, and can at times see white outlines of people, or ghosts, as others would call them.
>
>
> **Bio:**
>
> Hazel was born into a normal, Thai-Irish family. She was the first (and only) child, heavily spoiled, and loved unconditionally by her doctor mother and lawyer father. Of course, due to her parents being busy with their work, she was often alone in her childhood, and though she acted like she didn't mind it kind of got to her eventually, leaving her to be a very withdrawn child. As she grew, Hazel began to notice all the people who lived in her house with them, like the man with the rope around his neck, and the children who often jumped from the railings to the foyer below while giggling hysterically. Hazel often told her parents of these people, but they brushed her off gently, calling them her "imaginary friends". And she soon began to believe they imaginary as well eventually.
>
> The first time she heard whispers of the future was when she was ten, and she was home alone playing with her dad's old guitar. The phone rang suddenly from the kitchen, the old white land line phone that had been broken for the passed three weeks, and Hazel answered with slight hesitance. On the other end, whispers, excited and certain, filtered through and filled her mind with images. She saw a cat, a bad test grade, and an unfamiliar, sobbing child. So surprised by these images, Hazel dropped the phone and fell back, yelling out in fear as the images took over her mind and caused a massive headache. She was bedridden for two days, and when she finally was able to walk and talk without getting a migraine and a nosebleed she returned to school. On her way, though, she was caught up by the most adorable, yet familiar looking cat. She spent a few minutes trying to coax it forward before continuing on her way. In her second period science class, there was a sudden quiz, which she didn't do too well on, receiving a low seventy as a grade, and during recess, the new kid was being harshly bullied. Hazel witnessed all of this, feeling such a heavy sense of deja vu that she almost felt sick.
>
> These odd phenomena continued happening, well into her middle school and then high school life, though she merely brushed them off as sleep-deprived hallucinations/lucky guesses. She was eventually enrolled into the Northwood Academy, and she transferred in during her sophomore year of high school.
>
> **How You Came to the School:**
>
> Transfer
>
> **Preferred Dorm:**
>
> Dorsey Hall
>
Accepted! |
47,736 | 1,295 | 34 | 2,623 | 109 | Jess
Upon arriving to the seemingly prestigious academy, there was one thing Jess was certain of. She despised the likes of others. Which was odd, considering she’d never been around anyone else other than her mom and occasionally the mail man, but she hated them. She hated how loud they were, how they bustled from place to place, how they looked at her—by god, did they look at her. She’d never realized how short she truly was. Practically everyone towered over her. Granted, it was probably her age, but she supposed she’d never been very tall to begin with.
Her impression on people had been strictly limited to magazines and television. She’d always envisioned going to high school with others her age, and experiencing the heart-wrenching break ups, having a best friend who spent the night every weekend, going to the mall to stare at cute boys and of the likes. Jess wondered what these kids did in their free time. For while she was soaring through the afternoon skies, they were elsewhere. Probably on the ground, too.
Although Jess had always come to appreciate her ability to fly, and her feathered wings, she never thought she’d see them to be irritating. They were bulky, and difficult to hide underneath layers of clothes. Not to mention, they often tensed and caused her back to ache. It was uncomfortable. Hell, even wearing a bra was difficult. And rather than being able to whip them out in such a dilemma like she could at home, Jess was forced to keep them tight against her frame.
Due to this, Jess had requested a room to herself. At the time, she hadn’t known just how much she’d dread the presence of others, so in a way, it catered to both problems relating to her wings and people. Still, there were occasions where Jess needed to get away. Especially when the announcements bellowed through the school. In an instant such as this one, Jess took advantage of her open periods and wandered elsewhere. To the lake, she had decided.
She'd never really been much of a person to walk to her destination as flying was both faster and easier for her to do. She pondered the thought of taking a few hours to fly, but quickly remembered the discussion she'd had not too long ago. She'd spent hours imploring her mother to attend this school, ensuring her that Jess wouldn't expose her wings unless she was within her own room, the curtains firmly shut. Even though her mother would have no way of knowing if she were to fly, Jess had made a promise. Which was, in itself, a very rare thing for her to do.
As she began to near the lake, Jess promptly wrenched her mane into a high pony tail, too frustrated to tend to the tangled mess. “Stupid hair…” she muttered, her eyes suddenly narrowed.
Approaching the lake, Jess ceased mere yards away from where another girl was bent over the water. Straining to see who it was, Jess inched closer, easing herself through the grass, recognizing the short hair almost instantaneously. It was a girl from her dorm—the one that resided down the hall. Jess's disinterest in others had stretched a great distance, but had never met the likes of this girl. Not necessarily because she was different from any other, but because she hadn’t given Jess a reason to hate her. Well, yet.
Pursing her lips, Jess began walking without the intent on being quiet. She stood parallel to the girl still on her knees, and surveyed the area before them.
“I’m pretty sure we aren’t supposed to be here,” Jess stated. “I guess I’m not the only one who doesn’t really give a damn.” | Both Nero and Sidine are accepted.
Is Terra?
Oh yeah of course! Haha, I thought I had already said that but I guess not. |
47,737 | 1,295 | 35 | 1,523 | 3,443 | Shrugging, Nero walked away back to the library. He kept his hat down so no one noticed his glasses, which would seem more and more odd now that it was starting to get towards dark. As he moved He began to wonder what it was that had drawn him to the girl, he still couldn't figure it out. As he moved he flipped out his pocket watch to check the time. He wasn't looking where he was going and he slammed into a boy right outside the library, he seemed to be going in. (Max if responds within the next day, then I'll switch to a random npc to move on.) | Posted For Approval
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**NAME:** James “Jamie” Drummond
**AGE:** 16
**YEAR:** 2nd
**NORMAL OR SUPERNATURAL?**
Supernatural – “Luck” or otherwise the art of making it through something by the skin of his teeth. (Perhaps it has to do with probabilities and an instinctual knowledge of them. Either way, Jamie has learned from past mistakes the dangers of relying on it too much.)
**PERSONALITY:**
Jamie is the type to hate normality – he finds that a life without change and excitement is too mundane, too stagnant for him. He chases after thrills like a dog with a stick (minus the tongue-wagging). No danger is too huge, no task impossible for the courageous Jamie Drummond!
They say that Jamie is not quite right, that he doesn't look before he leaps and charges in like a bull. He's easy-going, certainly, but that doesn't mean he is mindful of his surroundings and those in it. His closest friends are the ones who can keep up with him, and those who *can't*... well, they're not worth his interest. His utter lack of care towards his academic work (and obsession over the practical) is by no means a reflection of his intellect; however, his common sense has vanished – if it even existed in the first place.
A true extrovert, he doesn't like to be alone nor does he like to see it in others. He's also oh-so-very loud.
**BIO:**
Born into an extremely wealthy Scottish family with a good reputation for business and a notorious one for scandals, Jamie had big shoes to fill. Tutored at home in addition to his normal Primary School work throughout all of his childhood years, it wasn't an excessively happy time and he lacked the freedom most children were given; however, his parents felt it necessary – not as naturally clever as many of his brothers and sisters, a head for business had to be drilled into him.
Even so, he always noticed something was different about himself, and so did others. His parents called him a “leprechaun” for his abnormally good luck, untamed and uncontrolled when he was younger. If he desperately wanted something (like to *win*), he would – barely. His grades were consistently just above the pass mark every time, no matter where it was set at, and even waking up at the latest possible moment to go to school he would always somehow make it. It all came to a head in one particular incident at age eleven: a car accident with him as the pedestrian where he survived miraculously unscathed.
It was only when he started stretching the limits of his strange luck that it began to fail him (and as a result, he began to fail his tests). Quickly he shut it off – clearly it only 'guided' him so he still had to study, or wake up early enough to get to class – and after he grew up into a teenager, he honestly forgot all about it. It was just an overactive imagination trying to think of himself as something special, or at least, that's what he told himself.
Once enrolled in Northwood Academy on the suggestion of his aunt, he continued to pull a 'barely passing' GPA at 3.1, teeter around two tardies out of three each term, barely make curfew and survive all in all through sheer luck alone. The only thing he seems truly talented in is sports – most if not all kinds. His ability almost certainly contributes to that, without his knowledge.
**HOW YOU CAME TO THE SCHOOL:**
Enrolled from Year 1 onwards – accepted due to rich parents.
**PREFERRED DORM:**
Wells Hall
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**NAME:** Luca Seacliffe
**AGE:** 14
**YEAR:** 1st Year
**NORMAL OR SUPERNATURAL?**
A supernatural with particularly mundane talents. She is similar to the legends of the trickster, having an abnormal talent for misdirection and confusing others.
**PERSONALITY:**
Luca is, without a doubt, a girl with too few marbles and an insatiable curiosity for places considered off limits. She appears immature for her age, still caught up in the carefree imagination of childhood where pranks and magic tricks are more than enjoyable. She has not grown out of that phase, still a precocious kid with too many questions rather than a young woman supposedly on the cusp of adulthood. While intelligent, she doesn't quite understand social norms and is an unrepentant tomboy.
**BIO:**
Luca Seacliffe is the illegitimate daughter of an extremely wealthy businessman and a 'woman of loose morals' (or at least, that's what her mother calls herself) – her household was of average income at best but as an only child she did not have any competition for affection or toys. Even so, her mother was often busy; Luca amused herself from a young age with television and magic sets that were old Christmas present. By ten, she was already designing her own to emulate those she saw in the media.
She had a brief taste of fame in a local newspaper back home in Carlisle, for her winning act in a talent show and since then she had wanted more. Her mother moved to America, however, taking the young star in the making with her and allowing her brief reputation to fall into obscurity. Luca was enrolled into the Northwood Academy of Excellence for her prodigious grades; however, it came with a warning that her social skills left much to be desired.
**HOW YOU CAME TO THE SCHOOL:**
First year student this year – scholarship student.
**PREFERRED DORM:**
Dorsey Hall – she likes the mystery. |
47,738 | 1,295 | 36 | 2,623 | 109 | Jess
Lacing her arms over her chest, Jess shrugged. It wasn’t the peace and quiet she’d been searching for, but rather, the isolation. She peered over at the other girl, torn between her own controversial battles of liking or disliking the girl. Jess wasn’t too familiar with her, after all, as the only contact they’d had was passing each other in the halls, and being in a class or two. She had a difficult time recollecting just what classes the other girl may have been in, as it was very rare that Jess would lend the teacher her attention anyhow, let alone her classmates.
“No,” she finally said, pulling at a loose strand of hair. She veered towards the direction at which she’d came from, glancing back every so often at the short-haired enigma. “I don’t really like people.”
Which was, in fact, the honest truth. She didn’t enjoy the company of others in the slightest. Jess had only just experienced the likes of befriending someone last week, when a boy named Gus was assigned to be her partner in English class. He’d been utterly terrified of her, though, and when he spoke, his teeth chattered, but he’d been a friend of a sort nonetheless.
Well, he didn’t talk to her any longer. He hadn’t since the project had been turned in. She supposed she liked him because he did as he was told, and enjoyed the same music she did. But liking Kiss and Sex Pistols only took a friendship so far, as he’d found another group to associate himself with, leaving Jess to glare at the group for having taken her only friend.
“I guess you’re just special,” she mused, a smirk forming on her lips. “I’m Jessie, by the way. But I go by Jess. Don’t actually call me Jessie unless you really want me to kill you.” | Both Nero and Sidine are accepted.
Is Terra?
Oh yeah of course! Haha, I thought I had already said that but I guess not. |
47,739 | 1,295 | 37 | 2,167 | 1,574 | A couple hours after her departure from the Hall, Zaylin rested at the base of a tree, half of the amethyst-studded staff laying on the ground to her right, and the other to her left. She took a deep breath of the fresh air, relishing the earthy scent lingering around her. As the invigorating sensation of the approaching night tingled across her skin, she checked the time then wiped a thin layer of sweat that had yet to dry from her forehead. Grabbing the halves of the staff, she used them to help her to her feet. Gripping them close to where they had connected, she placed the apparently severed ends together, and they molded back perfectly into one piece, one side twisting slightly to line up the gems.
Picking up the other—still in its full seven-foot glory—from the center of the small clearing, she again lifted them so they would not drag on the ground and rested the shafts on the crook of her shoulders. Deciding to take the long way back to the Hall, she made her way toward a trail that would take her near the lake.
With enough space around her on the trail, she transferred both staves to one hand. Gripping them further down the shaft with other, she placed them behind her neck and continued forward, her hands keeping the staves in place. As she neared the water, ever vigilant for any sign of a teacher on patrol, the sound of two female voices made her stop. She tilted her head toward the lake, listening for a moment as she tried to determine whether the voices belonged to students or faculty. Deciding on the former by the bits of conversation, she glanced back the way she had come, debating on if she wanted to disturb them.
It’s probably longer that way, now, she thought. With a slight shrug, she closed the remaining distance between her and the lake and emerged from the thin path near the small body of water. Taking a moment to locate the bodies belonging to the voices, she found two girls she did not recognize a short distance away in the direction of the continuation of the path.
Though the ground felt a bit softer beneath her shoes, it still held mostly firm as she stepped cautiously toward them. “Hey,” she said as she neared, offering a friendly closed-mouth smile. “Didn't expect anyone else to be out this way this late.” | > Name: Ash Mareinos
>
> Appearance first (image):
> Ash has an irregular oblong red tinted birthmark just above her left knee. She has a scar on the inside of left arm where she cut it on accident while playing on some farm equipment, and another on her right knee from falling off her bike while learning how to ride. Her ears are pierced.
> (
>
> Age: 15
>
> Year: 2nd year
>
> Normal or Supernatural (as in, what are you?): Supernatural. Ash is the far descendant of water nymphs. She is the first in a very long time to show any promise. Her gifts would be control of water, ability to breath under water, she is far enough removed from the original Nymph in her line that she will not have the control over sexual desires that is common with Nymphs. She is also an excellent singer, and her parents had her classically trained.
>
> Personality: Ash is brilliant, but she doesn't apply herself. At Northwood she does the bare minimum to not get in trouble. She avoids the smaller school work as much as possible, but aces her tests with ease. She has a streak of anger that comes out when questioned about her choices. She's modest and prefers long skirts, since she can't wear pants at school. Though she always has a pair packed in case of need to climb a tree. Ash is tom-boyish and outgoing.
>
> Bio: Ash is descendant from the nymph Pareia and Minos' son Nephalion. She was raised on a ranch in Upstate New York. The ranch had a lake that she spent most of her summers in. As such her skin is tanned deeply (Don't let the photo fool you). Ash doesn't know who her ancestors are. What she knows is she's a really good swimmer and never seems to have to come for air. Her parents take a vacation to the ocean for two weeks every year, there she swims in the ocean and seems unbothered by the tides.
>
> It was during one of these trips to the ocean that one of her older brother was pulled out to sea in a riptide. Ash freaked out and swam to him, she was miraculously able to rescue her brother. He swears that the ocean obeyed her pleas for his safety, and has become very devout about her safety. They exchange letters frequently.
>
> Ash has several other brothers varying in older and younger (there are a total of 6 boys), she's a middle child. Because of all of her brother's she has grown up rather tom-boyish, she's the type to walk a fence or take a dare.
>
> Ash is nervous about the lake after last year's incident, but the draw to swim it much too strong for her to ignore it for long.
>
> How you came to the school (did you transfer or are you a Year 1 student?): She started here her first year.
>
> Preferred Dorm: Wells Hall
>
> _______________________________________
> Name: Amy Snow
>
> Appearance first (image):
> (
>
> Age: 15
>
> Year: 2nd
>
> Normal or Supernatural (as in, what are you?): Normal
>
> Personality: Not outgoing, unless it's going to the Library. She holds no resentment over being an orphan, in fact she believes that she's got it made. She has no family history to hold her back. Amy has a drive to prove herself in the classroom. She is easily found in the library. Amy is an extrovert surprisingly, so even though she revels in books Amy needs friendship. She's not daring enough to be part of Ash's group of friends, and it's clear Ash doesn't have much time for someone so stuck in her books.
>
> Bio: Amy is an orphan. She was raised in a Home, capital H and all. All she knows of her family is her name. Other than that she has never cared. She may have been raised in the Home, but she grew up in the library. She lived close enough to DC to take two buses every weekend into the city to go to the Library of Congress, and the Smithsonian. She was, by the time she was ten, considered a permanent fixture in the library.
>
> When she turned 14 one of the librarians put a stack of school applications in front of her. She filled them all out and was accepted to most (only the ones who needed more socialization in her record turned her down). Amy was told by the librarians that she was to apply all of herself to her school work and they'd pay and find scholarships for her. They want her to succeed, and she wants to show them how much she really can do. Her strength is in languages, but she isn't short in sciences or maths.
>
> Amy didn't know the girl last year, but it struck her deep. She won't have anything to do with the lake now.
>
> How you came to the school (did you transfer or are you a Year 1 student?): Came as a 1st year.
>
> Preferred Dorm: Elliot Hall
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>
>
Accepted! |
47,740 | 1,295 | 38 | 1,250 | 1,504 | Amy Snow
Amy, after meeting with the Latin teacher, decided that it was quite time she headed back to her dorm. She was tired. More tired than she was used to being. She walked back to Elliot hall a bit slower than she would have normally.
At her door she flicked her ID and unlocked it with practiced ease and then collapsed onto her bed almost as the door shut behind her. She lay there for a bit not bothering to even take off her shoes trying to figure out what had actually happened that day. Sunday she was meeting up with a guy, James from the football team, to help him with an essay. Amy had no idea how that had come about. Then after James had left the new kid Nero had decided to talk to her and claimed that she was beautiful, that was just silly. Everyone had always called her plain. She had been passed up dozens of times for adoption, because she was so plain. That's what they said. How had two attractive guys decide to talk to her in one day?
Ash
The rest of practice went by quickly. Ash asked Aery if she would like to hang out sometime, and once she got her response Ash waved goodbye.
Instead of going back to her room Ash made her way to the top of the dorm hall again. She expected Jamie would show up smelling of grass and cigarets. He'd have some interesting joke or story and then before lights out they'd sneak back to their own rooms. Last year, before everything changed, they used to sneak to the lake on Friday nights. They hadn't for ages though, and Ash missed the murky waters of the lake. At least at home she had had her own family's lake to distract her, but here the chlorinated pool just wasn't enough. | > !( "enter image title here")
>
>
> A rather pretty girl, Hazel is mostly known for her strange, mystical, and maybe even witchy eyes. She stands at about 5'10 and is thin and lanky, mostly due to her constant forgetfulness to eat and stay healthy. Her face is small and pale, and normally heavily made up, especially during school days. Hazel's lips are somewhat large and always curled into a pout, while her nose is small and rounded. Her eyes seem to be blue-green, and almost have a silvery appearance to them. Messy pale brown hair frames Hazel's round face, giving her a much more childish appearance. She is rarely seen in anything too fancy, oft preferring sweats and sweaters over dresses and heels, and her hair is normally held up in a large, messy bun, or loose and down to her mid-back.
>
>
> **Name:**
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> Hazel Barwicke
>
> **Age:**
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> 16
>
> **Year:**
>
> Third Year
>
> **Normal or Supernatural:**
>
> Clairvoyant (Unaware) - Sees the future through reflective surfaces, more so TVs and computer screens, and hears whispers through phones and during her dreams. Most of her precognition are hard to decipher and rarely wrong, but she has learned to somewhat use them to her advantage, even if she just thinks of them as mere lucky streaks. Also spiritually sensitive, and can see ghosts and other supernatural phenomena.
>
>
>
> **Personality:**
>
> Hazel is a clever and quick-witted young woman, with a sharp tongue and a direct way of approaching things. She is not afraid to speak her mind and will more times then not fight for what she believes is right before truly thinking into it. Very curious towards things that seem strange and loves to go out and adventure whenever she gets a chance. Typically cynical of most people, she is overly polite and quiet around strangers, and at times even friends, unless they are doing something outright wrong or immoral in her eyes. If that is the case, then she will not hold back on insults or reprimands until she feels it is right to stop. Over all introverted, she is easy to talk to but looses energy easily if around too many people, and after parties or large excursions she normally allows herself a day or two alone to relax and recharge. Plagued by visions and voices when both asleep and awake, Ash rarely sleeps well, and is rather forgetful. There are many times when she has forgotten to eat or speak during her daily life, which leaves her family a bit worried for her well-being.
>
> Absolutely loves poems, and has a rather clever mind. She could write music and lyrics for hours without stopping, and many times she has done exactly that. Easily stressed out, Hazel has trouble keeping calm at times, and if she gets too far into her panic she may suffer for anxiety attacks and other mildly worrying forms of panic. While she does her best to stay afloat in school, she can very quickly get discouraged if she is unable to do something as easily as she would like. Most of her stress is bore from her lack of sleep and her parents wish for her to keep doing well in school, and while some would say for her to simply take a break and nap it just isn't that easy. Excels in English and music classes, while she is relatively okay at math and science.
>
> Around TVs, phones, and other tech-related devices she is rather nervous. Her powers usually seem to filter through the slender, hole-ridden telephones or smooth, black screens of televisions, more clearly then anywhere else, so when she is close to any sort of electric based item she may hear whispers, or see images of the past or future. Her powers also filter in through still water, windows, mirrors, and dreams, and are overall very dull and hard to see and understand. She is unaware that this is even a power, instead thinking of it as her remembering something odd, like deja vu. She also seems to be sensitive to supernatural forces, and can at times see white outlines of people, or ghosts, as others would call them.
>
>
> **Bio:**
>
> Hazel was born into a normal, Thai-Irish family. She was the first (and only) child, heavily spoiled, and loved unconditionally by her doctor mother and lawyer father. Of course, due to her parents being busy with their work, she was often alone in her childhood, and though she acted like she didn't mind it kind of got to her eventually, leaving her to be a very withdrawn child. As she grew, Hazel began to notice all the people who lived in her house with them, like the man with the rope around his neck, and the children who often jumped from the railings to the foyer below while giggling hysterically. Hazel often told her parents of these people, but they brushed her off gently, calling them her "imaginary friends". And she soon began to believe they imaginary as well eventually.
>
> The first time she heard whispers of the future was when she was ten, and she was home alone playing with her dad's old guitar. The phone rang suddenly from the kitchen, the old white land line phone that had been broken for the passed three weeks, and Hazel answered with slight hesitance. On the other end, whispers, excited and certain, filtered through and filled her mind with images. She saw a cat, a bad test grade, and an unfamiliar, sobbing child. So surprised by these images, Hazel dropped the phone and fell back, yelling out in fear as the images took over her mind and caused a massive headache. She was bedridden for two days, and when she finally was able to walk and talk without getting a migraine and a nosebleed she returned to school. On her way, though, she was caught up by the most adorable, yet familiar looking cat. She spent a few minutes trying to coax it forward before continuing on her way. In her second period science class, there was a sudden quiz, which she didn't do too well on, receiving a low seventy as a grade, and during recess, the new kid was being harshly bullied. Hazel witnessed all of this, feeling such a heavy sense of deja vu that she almost felt sick.
>
> These odd phenomena continued happening, well into her middle school and then high school life, though she merely brushed them off as sleep-deprived hallucinations/lucky guesses. She was eventually enrolled into the Northwood Academy, and she transferred in during her sophomore year of high school.
>
> **How You Came to the School:**
>
> Transfer
>
> **Preferred Dorm:**
>
> Dorsey Hall
>
Accepted! |
47,741 | 1,295 | 39 | 1,523 | 3,443 | Luca
“I don't want to die quite yet, so Jess it is,” Luca replied with a nod, but no more expression her face than the curious quirk of an eyebrow. “I'm Luca. Some people call me Luc – my Ma, mostly. I don't know enough people to have gotten a nickname yet.”
The sun was falling, and in the hazy glow of oranges and yellows, Luca could barely make out the small, lazy midgies beginning to rouse from their sleep, ready to bite and scratch as night fell. The stagnant pools at the edge of the lake served as a perfect breeding ground for them, she assumed, and she had noticed that there were far more of them here than back home in the city.
She preferred concrete and cars, if she were honest.
Another girl's approach caught her eye, and Luca waved. She had no idea who that was, only that she seemed like the type of person her mother had warned her about in the past. Weirdos. Luca was very much aware that she was one herself. “I'm not usually. I just felt like a bit of rest and relaxation.”
–-
Jamie
Much to his embarrassment, Jamie's cheeks and the tips of his ears retained a peculiar red tinge for the whole of practice once it began, though he tried to play the blush off as exertion. His mind was elsewhere, wandering around, cringing to itself, and he very much doubted that he played to the best of his ability.
He did not like Mysterious Music Girl. That was fact, as solid as stone. It wouldn't change any time soon (or ever). If James Mason mentioned it again, Jamie would turn to the good old Drummond Family habits of blackmail and betrayal. They did share a dorm room, after all, and there was plenty of sleuthing to do and dirt to dig up if he required it.
(So strong was his momentary irritation that he even considered framing him with cigarettes, but that would only get both of them in trouble. Plus, his father would never send him any again.)
Jamie just hoped that it wouldn't get back to Ash. She would almost certainly laugh at him, maybe even tell him to go for it, and that was the last thing he wanted. His mood was lightened, if only temporarily, by the thought that they would be continuing their nightly routine of sneaking up to the roof and doing... friend stuff. Once practice was over, he changed back into his normal clothes quickly and quietly, near racing out of the locker room so nobody had the chance to follow them.
Before the exhilaration of exercise wore off and the aches and burns replaced them, Jamie used what little remained of his adrenaline to sprint all the way back to Wells Hall, then to climb up the stairs two-by-two to the roof he had only recently vacated. Ash was already there, as always.
“'Sup, Mareinos,” he greeted, dropping himself ungracefully to the floor. If he was blushing again, he could blame it once more on having ran all the way there – the perks of being an athlete, and always working out. A question sounded out in his mind, in his brother's snide voice when he'd went home during the summer after his first year at Northwood, 'Well, if you're hanging out nearly every day and she hasn't got sick of the sight of you yet, why haven't you asked her out?'
He waved that idea away decisively with a small smile and an almost imperceptible shake of his head. “You'll never guess what happened, just after you left.” | Posted For Approval
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**NAME:** James “Jamie” Drummond
**AGE:** 16
**YEAR:** 2nd
**NORMAL OR SUPERNATURAL?**
Supernatural – “Luck” or otherwise the art of making it through something by the skin of his teeth. (Perhaps it has to do with probabilities and an instinctual knowledge of them. Either way, Jamie has learned from past mistakes the dangers of relying on it too much.)
**PERSONALITY:**
Jamie is the type to hate normality – he finds that a life without change and excitement is too mundane, too stagnant for him. He chases after thrills like a dog with a stick (minus the tongue-wagging). No danger is too huge, no task impossible for the courageous Jamie Drummond!
They say that Jamie is not quite right, that he doesn't look before he leaps and charges in like a bull. He's easy-going, certainly, but that doesn't mean he is mindful of his surroundings and those in it. His closest friends are the ones who can keep up with him, and those who *can't*... well, they're not worth his interest. His utter lack of care towards his academic work (and obsession over the practical) is by no means a reflection of his intellect; however, his common sense has vanished – if it even existed in the first place.
A true extrovert, he doesn't like to be alone nor does he like to see it in others. He's also oh-so-very loud.
**BIO:**
Born into an extremely wealthy Scottish family with a good reputation for business and a notorious one for scandals, Jamie had big shoes to fill. Tutored at home in addition to his normal Primary School work throughout all of his childhood years, it wasn't an excessively happy time and he lacked the freedom most children were given; however, his parents felt it necessary – not as naturally clever as many of his brothers and sisters, a head for business had to be drilled into him.
Even so, he always noticed something was different about himself, and so did others. His parents called him a “leprechaun” for his abnormally good luck, untamed and uncontrolled when he was younger. If he desperately wanted something (like to *win*), he would – barely. His grades were consistently just above the pass mark every time, no matter where it was set at, and even waking up at the latest possible moment to go to school he would always somehow make it. It all came to a head in one particular incident at age eleven: a car accident with him as the pedestrian where he survived miraculously unscathed.
It was only when he started stretching the limits of his strange luck that it began to fail him (and as a result, he began to fail his tests). Quickly he shut it off – clearly it only 'guided' him so he still had to study, or wake up early enough to get to class – and after he grew up into a teenager, he honestly forgot all about it. It was just an overactive imagination trying to think of himself as something special, or at least, that's what he told himself.
Once enrolled in Northwood Academy on the suggestion of his aunt, he continued to pull a 'barely passing' GPA at 3.1, teeter around two tardies out of three each term, barely make curfew and survive all in all through sheer luck alone. The only thing he seems truly talented in is sports – most if not all kinds. His ability almost certainly contributes to that, without his knowledge.
**HOW YOU CAME TO THE SCHOOL:**
Enrolled from Year 1 onwards – accepted due to rich parents.
**PREFERRED DORM:**
Wells Hall
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**NAME:** Luca Seacliffe
**AGE:** 14
**YEAR:** 1st Year
**NORMAL OR SUPERNATURAL?**
A supernatural with particularly mundane talents. She is similar to the legends of the trickster, having an abnormal talent for misdirection and confusing others.
**PERSONALITY:**
Luca is, without a doubt, a girl with too few marbles and an insatiable curiosity for places considered off limits. She appears immature for her age, still caught up in the carefree imagination of childhood where pranks and magic tricks are more than enjoyable. She has not grown out of that phase, still a precocious kid with too many questions rather than a young woman supposedly on the cusp of adulthood. While intelligent, she doesn't quite understand social norms and is an unrepentant tomboy.
**BIO:**
Luca Seacliffe is the illegitimate daughter of an extremely wealthy businessman and a 'woman of loose morals' (or at least, that's what her mother calls herself) – her household was of average income at best but as an only child she did not have any competition for affection or toys. Even so, her mother was often busy; Luca amused herself from a young age with television and magic sets that were old Christmas present. By ten, she was already designing her own to emulate those she saw in the media.
She had a brief taste of fame in a local newspaper back home in Carlisle, for her winning act in a talent show and since then she had wanted more. Her mother moved to America, however, taking the young star in the making with her and allowing her brief reputation to fall into obscurity. Luca was enrolled into the Northwood Academy of Excellence for her prodigious grades; however, it came with a warning that her social skills left much to be desired.
**HOW YOU CAME TO THE SCHOOL:**
First year student this year – scholarship student.
**PREFERRED DORM:**
Dorsey Hall – she likes the mystery. |
47,742 | 1,295 | 40 | 2,623 | 109 | Jess
Luc. Her tongue rolled with the name—short and simple. She rather liked the name, as well as the person who held it. Perhaps one day she’d come to know Luc well enough to think of a nickname of her own. She figured it could very well have been right now, had it not been for another voice ringing through her ears.
Jess swiveled, turning to the other girl in one swift movement. She didn’t recognize her at all. In fact, if Jess had known any better, she wouldn’t have thought the girl to even be in this school. Frowning slightly, Jess sauntered over to perch herself atop a branch, inching every which way as it cracked underneath her. She tuned in on their bland conversation, establishing their ventures that led in this particular direction, thus bringing them to all band together.
“Sorry about that,” Jess giggled, resting her palm on the base of the tree. Her eyes loomed over the strange girl for several moments as she picked at her piece by piece, from outfit to facial expression to the way she stood so tensely.
Gripping the branch beneath her, Jess eased her way to the ground, brushing off the nonexistent residue from the old, decrepit tree. “Well,” she announced, “this has been fun, but the sun’s setting, and it's probably not the best idea to get caught near the lake at night. I mean, if you favor living and all.” | Both Nero and Sidine are accepted.
Is Terra?
Oh yeah of course! Haha, I thought I had already said that but I guess not. |
47,743 | 1,295 | 41 | 1,250 | 1,504 | Ash Mareinos - The roof of one of the dorms
"I'm gonna take a stab at the dark and say you nearly got in trouble, but somehow talked your way out of it. I'm going to guess you got caught smoking." Ash grinned. It wasn't hard to guess that. She knew enough about Jamie to know he smoked, and that when he got stressed he tended to take bigger risks. With the game tomorrow he was stressed. She was glad swimming didn't get her stressed, it did the opposite.
Ash hopped up so she was sitting on one of the protruding parts of the building, she let her feet dangle over the edge of it and waited for Jamie to tell his story. She liked listening to his stories, they were always funny and he somehow always avoided getting busted. After he finished his story she told him what happened during her practice, well about the new girl, practice itself was boring to talk about. | > !( "enter image title here")
>
>
> A rather pretty girl, Hazel is mostly known for her strange, mystical, and maybe even witchy eyes. She stands at about 5'10 and is thin and lanky, mostly due to her constant forgetfulness to eat and stay healthy. Her face is small and pale, and normally heavily made up, especially during school days. Hazel's lips are somewhat large and always curled into a pout, while her nose is small and rounded. Her eyes seem to be blue-green, and almost have a silvery appearance to them. Messy pale brown hair frames Hazel's round face, giving her a much more childish appearance. She is rarely seen in anything too fancy, oft preferring sweats and sweaters over dresses and heels, and her hair is normally held up in a large, messy bun, or loose and down to her mid-back.
>
>
> **Name:**
>
> Hazel Barwicke
>
> **Age:**
>
> 16
>
> **Year:**
>
> Third Year
>
> **Normal or Supernatural:**
>
> Clairvoyant (Unaware) - Sees the future through reflective surfaces, more so TVs and computer screens, and hears whispers through phones and during her dreams. Most of her precognition are hard to decipher and rarely wrong, but she has learned to somewhat use them to her advantage, even if she just thinks of them as mere lucky streaks. Also spiritually sensitive, and can see ghosts and other supernatural phenomena.
>
>
>
> **Personality:**
>
> Hazel is a clever and quick-witted young woman, with a sharp tongue and a direct way of approaching things. She is not afraid to speak her mind and will more times then not fight for what she believes is right before truly thinking into it. Very curious towards things that seem strange and loves to go out and adventure whenever she gets a chance. Typically cynical of most people, she is overly polite and quiet around strangers, and at times even friends, unless they are doing something outright wrong or immoral in her eyes. If that is the case, then she will not hold back on insults or reprimands until she feels it is right to stop. Over all introverted, she is easy to talk to but looses energy easily if around too many people, and after parties or large excursions she normally allows herself a day or two alone to relax and recharge. Plagued by visions and voices when both asleep and awake, Ash rarely sleeps well, and is rather forgetful. There are many times when she has forgotten to eat or speak during her daily life, which leaves her family a bit worried for her well-being.
>
> Absolutely loves poems, and has a rather clever mind. She could write music and lyrics for hours without stopping, and many times she has done exactly that. Easily stressed out, Hazel has trouble keeping calm at times, and if she gets too far into her panic she may suffer for anxiety attacks and other mildly worrying forms of panic. While she does her best to stay afloat in school, she can very quickly get discouraged if she is unable to do something as easily as she would like. Most of her stress is bore from her lack of sleep and her parents wish for her to keep doing well in school, and while some would say for her to simply take a break and nap it just isn't that easy. Excels in English and music classes, while she is relatively okay at math and science.
>
> Around TVs, phones, and other tech-related devices she is rather nervous. Her powers usually seem to filter through the slender, hole-ridden telephones or smooth, black screens of televisions, more clearly then anywhere else, so when she is close to any sort of electric based item she may hear whispers, or see images of the past or future. Her powers also filter in through still water, windows, mirrors, and dreams, and are overall very dull and hard to see and understand. She is unaware that this is even a power, instead thinking of it as her remembering something odd, like deja vu. She also seems to be sensitive to supernatural forces, and can at times see white outlines of people, or ghosts, as others would call them.
>
>
> **Bio:**
>
> Hazel was born into a normal, Thai-Irish family. She was the first (and only) child, heavily spoiled, and loved unconditionally by her doctor mother and lawyer father. Of course, due to her parents being busy with their work, she was often alone in her childhood, and though she acted like she didn't mind it kind of got to her eventually, leaving her to be a very withdrawn child. As she grew, Hazel began to notice all the people who lived in her house with them, like the man with the rope around his neck, and the children who often jumped from the railings to the foyer below while giggling hysterically. Hazel often told her parents of these people, but they brushed her off gently, calling them her "imaginary friends". And she soon began to believe they imaginary as well eventually.
>
> The first time she heard whispers of the future was when she was ten, and she was home alone playing with her dad's old guitar. The phone rang suddenly from the kitchen, the old white land line phone that had been broken for the passed three weeks, and Hazel answered with slight hesitance. On the other end, whispers, excited and certain, filtered through and filled her mind with images. She saw a cat, a bad test grade, and an unfamiliar, sobbing child. So surprised by these images, Hazel dropped the phone and fell back, yelling out in fear as the images took over her mind and caused a massive headache. She was bedridden for two days, and when she finally was able to walk and talk without getting a migraine and a nosebleed she returned to school. On her way, though, she was caught up by the most adorable, yet familiar looking cat. She spent a few minutes trying to coax it forward before continuing on her way. In her second period science class, there was a sudden quiz, which she didn't do too well on, receiving a low seventy as a grade, and during recess, the new kid was being harshly bullied. Hazel witnessed all of this, feeling such a heavy sense of deja vu that she almost felt sick.
>
> These odd phenomena continued happening, well into her middle school and then high school life, though she merely brushed them off as sleep-deprived hallucinations/lucky guesses. She was eventually enrolled into the Northwood Academy, and she transferred in during her sophomore year of high school.
>
> **How You Came to the School:**
>
> Transfer
>
> **Preferred Dorm:**
>
> Dorsey Hall
>
Accepted! |
47,744 | 1,295 | 42 | 2,167 | 1,574 | Zaylin took a partial step back as the long-haired girl suddenly turned around.
“Sorry!” Zaylin gave her an apologetic look. “Didn’t mean to startle you.” She watched curiously as the long-haired girl climbed to a branch. When the other girl spoke, Zaylin’s attention turned back to her.
“I’ve heard bodies of water are pretty good at providing that.” Zaylin looked to the lake thoughtfully, letting her hands dangle loosely over the staves, her wrists continuing to keep them in place. “Sorry for intruding. I was just heading back to Wells Hall. Curfew isn’t too far off.”
She looked over questioningly to the girl in the tree as she apologized. Zaylin shifted uncomfortably beneath the girl’s scrutinizing gaze.
“Sorry for what?” she asked as the girl came back to the ground. “Climbing a tree? No worries. We all have to hug a tree every now and again. I totally get it,” she said sincerely, grinning.
“Well, this has been fun, but the sun’s setting, and it's probably not the best idea to get caught near the lake at night. I mean, if you favor living and all.”
“That sounds only vaguely ominous,” Zaylin chuckled. “Unless you know of a different way, shall we, then?” She nodded to where the trail created a gap in the trees further along the lake, then glanced between the two girls, awaiting their replies. | > Name: Ash Mareinos
>
> Appearance first (image):
> Ash has an irregular oblong red tinted birthmark just above her left knee. She has a scar on the inside of left arm where she cut it on accident while playing on some farm equipment, and another on her right knee from falling off her bike while learning how to ride. Her ears are pierced.
> (
>
> Age: 15
>
> Year: 2nd year
>
> Normal or Supernatural (as in, what are you?): Supernatural. Ash is the far descendant of water nymphs. She is the first in a very long time to show any promise. Her gifts would be control of water, ability to breath under water, she is far enough removed from the original Nymph in her line that she will not have the control over sexual desires that is common with Nymphs. She is also an excellent singer, and her parents had her classically trained.
>
> Personality: Ash is brilliant, but she doesn't apply herself. At Northwood she does the bare minimum to not get in trouble. She avoids the smaller school work as much as possible, but aces her tests with ease. She has a streak of anger that comes out when questioned about her choices. She's modest and prefers long skirts, since she can't wear pants at school. Though she always has a pair packed in case of need to climb a tree. Ash is tom-boyish and outgoing.
>
> Bio: Ash is descendant from the nymph Pareia and Minos' son Nephalion. She was raised on a ranch in Upstate New York. The ranch had a lake that she spent most of her summers in. As such her skin is tanned deeply (Don't let the photo fool you). Ash doesn't know who her ancestors are. What she knows is she's a really good swimmer and never seems to have to come for air. Her parents take a vacation to the ocean for two weeks every year, there she swims in the ocean and seems unbothered by the tides.
>
> It was during one of these trips to the ocean that one of her older brother was pulled out to sea in a riptide. Ash freaked out and swam to him, she was miraculously able to rescue her brother. He swears that the ocean obeyed her pleas for his safety, and has become very devout about her safety. They exchange letters frequently.
>
> Ash has several other brothers varying in older and younger (there are a total of 6 boys), she's a middle child. Because of all of her brother's she has grown up rather tom-boyish, she's the type to walk a fence or take a dare.
>
> Ash is nervous about the lake after last year's incident, but the draw to swim it much too strong for her to ignore it for long.
>
> How you came to the school (did you transfer or are you a Year 1 student?): She started here her first year.
>
> Preferred Dorm: Wells Hall
>
> _______________________________________
> Name: Amy Snow
>
> Appearance first (image):
> (
>
> Age: 15
>
> Year: 2nd
>
> Normal or Supernatural (as in, what are you?): Normal
>
> Personality: Not outgoing, unless it's going to the Library. She holds no resentment over being an orphan, in fact she believes that she's got it made. She has no family history to hold her back. Amy has a drive to prove herself in the classroom. She is easily found in the library. Amy is an extrovert surprisingly, so even though she revels in books Amy needs friendship. She's not daring enough to be part of Ash's group of friends, and it's clear Ash doesn't have much time for someone so stuck in her books.
>
> Bio: Amy is an orphan. She was raised in a Home, capital H and all. All she knows of her family is her name. Other than that she has never cared. She may have been raised in the Home, but she grew up in the library. She lived close enough to DC to take two buses every weekend into the city to go to the Library of Congress, and the Smithsonian. She was, by the time she was ten, considered a permanent fixture in the library.
>
> When she turned 14 one of the librarians put a stack of school applications in front of her. She filled them all out and was accepted to most (only the ones who needed more socialization in her record turned her down). Amy was told by the librarians that she was to apply all of herself to her school work and they'd pay and find scholarships for her. They want her to succeed, and she wants to show them how much she really can do. Her strength is in languages, but she isn't short in sciences or maths.
>
> Amy didn't know the girl last year, but it struck her deep. She won't have anything to do with the lake now.
>
> How you came to the school (did you transfer or are you a Year 1 student?): Came as a 1st year.
>
> Preferred Dorm: Elliot Hall
>
>
>
Accepted! |
47,745 | 1,295 | 43 | 1,523 | 3,443 | Nero
"I-I'm so sorry." He stammered, getting up off the boy and hurrying inside. It was getting dark and he knew that the boy would question his glasses. He passed the librarian and she just smiled at him as he tipped his hat and grinned, walking over to his study. He took out his little silver key and unlocked the door, locking it behind him once he got in. Tipping off his glasses off his eyes he snapped to light the fire, his eyes glowing for a fraction of a second. He moved over and found that a stack of leather books were on the table, sitting in front of his chair. Around them was a faint scorchmark and a smell of sulfur.
Nero grinned as he sat in his chair, his delivery had gotten here. The old man didn't have to much experience, but he could do a simple delivery like this. It had taken some convincing, but a quick look into his eyes had gotten Nero's caretaker to send over these super expensive books, along with an imp. "Leave me little one, I have no need for you." He said to the air, and a small shimmer appeared beside the books as the imp left to work with his 'father'. He cracked open a book, and with a sip of apple cider he began to read these tomes to hone his magic skills, all the way til dawn. | Posted For Approval
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**NAME:** James “Jamie” Drummond
**AGE:** 16
**YEAR:** 2nd
**NORMAL OR SUPERNATURAL?**
Supernatural – “Luck” or otherwise the art of making it through something by the skin of his teeth. (Perhaps it has to do with probabilities and an instinctual knowledge of them. Either way, Jamie has learned from past mistakes the dangers of relying on it too much.)
**PERSONALITY:**
Jamie is the type to hate normality – he finds that a life without change and excitement is too mundane, too stagnant for him. He chases after thrills like a dog with a stick (minus the tongue-wagging). No danger is too huge, no task impossible for the courageous Jamie Drummond!
They say that Jamie is not quite right, that he doesn't look before he leaps and charges in like a bull. He's easy-going, certainly, but that doesn't mean he is mindful of his surroundings and those in it. His closest friends are the ones who can keep up with him, and those who *can't*... well, they're not worth his interest. His utter lack of care towards his academic work (and obsession over the practical) is by no means a reflection of his intellect; however, his common sense has vanished – if it even existed in the first place.
A true extrovert, he doesn't like to be alone nor does he like to see it in others. He's also oh-so-very loud.
**BIO:**
Born into an extremely wealthy Scottish family with a good reputation for business and a notorious one for scandals, Jamie had big shoes to fill. Tutored at home in addition to his normal Primary School work throughout all of his childhood years, it wasn't an excessively happy time and he lacked the freedom most children were given; however, his parents felt it necessary – not as naturally clever as many of his brothers and sisters, a head for business had to be drilled into him.
Even so, he always noticed something was different about himself, and so did others. His parents called him a “leprechaun” for his abnormally good luck, untamed and uncontrolled when he was younger. If he desperately wanted something (like to *win*), he would – barely. His grades were consistently just above the pass mark every time, no matter where it was set at, and even waking up at the latest possible moment to go to school he would always somehow make it. It all came to a head in one particular incident at age eleven: a car accident with him as the pedestrian where he survived miraculously unscathed.
It was only when he started stretching the limits of his strange luck that it began to fail him (and as a result, he began to fail his tests). Quickly he shut it off – clearly it only 'guided' him so he still had to study, or wake up early enough to get to class – and after he grew up into a teenager, he honestly forgot all about it. It was just an overactive imagination trying to think of himself as something special, or at least, that's what he told himself.
Once enrolled in Northwood Academy on the suggestion of his aunt, he continued to pull a 'barely passing' GPA at 3.1, teeter around two tardies out of three each term, barely make curfew and survive all in all through sheer luck alone. The only thing he seems truly talented in is sports – most if not all kinds. His ability almost certainly contributes to that, without his knowledge.
**HOW YOU CAME TO THE SCHOOL:**
Enrolled from Year 1 onwards – accepted due to rich parents.
**PREFERRED DORM:**
Wells Hall
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**NAME:** Luca Seacliffe
**AGE:** 14
**YEAR:** 1st Year
**NORMAL OR SUPERNATURAL?**
A supernatural with particularly mundane talents. She is similar to the legends of the trickster, having an abnormal talent for misdirection and confusing others.
**PERSONALITY:**
Luca is, without a doubt, a girl with too few marbles and an insatiable curiosity for places considered off limits. She appears immature for her age, still caught up in the carefree imagination of childhood where pranks and magic tricks are more than enjoyable. She has not grown out of that phase, still a precocious kid with too many questions rather than a young woman supposedly on the cusp of adulthood. While intelligent, she doesn't quite understand social norms and is an unrepentant tomboy.
**BIO:**
Luca Seacliffe is the illegitimate daughter of an extremely wealthy businessman and a 'woman of loose morals' (or at least, that's what her mother calls herself) – her household was of average income at best but as an only child she did not have any competition for affection or toys. Even so, her mother was often busy; Luca amused herself from a young age with television and magic sets that were old Christmas present. By ten, she was already designing her own to emulate those she saw in the media.
She had a brief taste of fame in a local newspaper back home in Carlisle, for her winning act in a talent show and since then she had wanted more. Her mother moved to America, however, taking the young star in the making with her and allowing her brief reputation to fall into obscurity. Luca was enrolled into the Northwood Academy of Excellence for her prodigious grades; however, it came with a warning that her social skills left much to be desired.
**HOW YOU CAME TO THE SCHOOL:**
First year student this year – scholarship student.
**PREFERRED DORM:**
Dorsey Hall – she likes the mystery. |
47,746 | 1,295 | 44 | 1,250 | 1,504 | Ash -Roof of a dorm
Ash did indeed give Jamie his desired grin, and added a laugh. "I can't believe you actually bribed a teacher."
At Jamie's mention of the lake Ash gave a slight wistful look. "It's painful I assure you." She sighed. "Maybe we can get out there this weekend. I might be able to convince Mrs. Reese to take us if I say it's for endurance training. Maybe invite the new girl on the team and teach her the breathing technique, if I can." A part of Ash wanted to leave right then for the lake. A night swim would be amazing. She gave Jamie her devious plotting something grin. "Or, we can, after the main ceremonies at the bonfire slip out over there and go for a nice night swim." They both knew they'd be missed during the main part of the bonfire, but if they got out there after the first bit maybe, with a bit of luck, no one would notice their absence. | > !( "enter image title here")
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>
> A rather pretty girl, Hazel is mostly known for her strange, mystical, and maybe even witchy eyes. She stands at about 5'10 and is thin and lanky, mostly due to her constant forgetfulness to eat and stay healthy. Her face is small and pale, and normally heavily made up, especially during school days. Hazel's lips are somewhat large and always curled into a pout, while her nose is small and rounded. Her eyes seem to be blue-green, and almost have a silvery appearance to them. Messy pale brown hair frames Hazel's round face, giving her a much more childish appearance. She is rarely seen in anything too fancy, oft preferring sweats and sweaters over dresses and heels, and her hair is normally held up in a large, messy bun, or loose and down to her mid-back.
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>
> **Name:**
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> Hazel Barwicke
>
> **Age:**
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> 16
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> **Year:**
>
> Third Year
>
> **Normal or Supernatural:**
>
> Clairvoyant (Unaware) - Sees the future through reflective surfaces, more so TVs and computer screens, and hears whispers through phones and during her dreams. Most of her precognition are hard to decipher and rarely wrong, but she has learned to somewhat use them to her advantage, even if she just thinks of them as mere lucky streaks. Also spiritually sensitive, and can see ghosts and other supernatural phenomena.
>
>
>
> **Personality:**
>
> Hazel is a clever and quick-witted young woman, with a sharp tongue and a direct way of approaching things. She is not afraid to speak her mind and will more times then not fight for what she believes is right before truly thinking into it. Very curious towards things that seem strange and loves to go out and adventure whenever she gets a chance. Typically cynical of most people, she is overly polite and quiet around strangers, and at times even friends, unless they are doing something outright wrong or immoral in her eyes. If that is the case, then she will not hold back on insults or reprimands until she feels it is right to stop. Over all introverted, she is easy to talk to but looses energy easily if around too many people, and after parties or large excursions she normally allows herself a day or two alone to relax and recharge. Plagued by visions and voices when both asleep and awake, Ash rarely sleeps well, and is rather forgetful. There are many times when she has forgotten to eat or speak during her daily life, which leaves her family a bit worried for her well-being.
>
> Absolutely loves poems, and has a rather clever mind. She could write music and lyrics for hours without stopping, and many times she has done exactly that. Easily stressed out, Hazel has trouble keeping calm at times, and if she gets too far into her panic she may suffer for anxiety attacks and other mildly worrying forms of panic. While she does her best to stay afloat in school, she can very quickly get discouraged if she is unable to do something as easily as she would like. Most of her stress is bore from her lack of sleep and her parents wish for her to keep doing well in school, and while some would say for her to simply take a break and nap it just isn't that easy. Excels in English and music classes, while she is relatively okay at math and science.
>
> Around TVs, phones, and other tech-related devices she is rather nervous. Her powers usually seem to filter through the slender, hole-ridden telephones or smooth, black screens of televisions, more clearly then anywhere else, so when she is close to any sort of electric based item she may hear whispers, or see images of the past or future. Her powers also filter in through still water, windows, mirrors, and dreams, and are overall very dull and hard to see and understand. She is unaware that this is even a power, instead thinking of it as her remembering something odd, like deja vu. She also seems to be sensitive to supernatural forces, and can at times see white outlines of people, or ghosts, as others would call them.
>
>
> **Bio:**
>
> Hazel was born into a normal, Thai-Irish family. She was the first (and only) child, heavily spoiled, and loved unconditionally by her doctor mother and lawyer father. Of course, due to her parents being busy with their work, she was often alone in her childhood, and though she acted like she didn't mind it kind of got to her eventually, leaving her to be a very withdrawn child. As she grew, Hazel began to notice all the people who lived in her house with them, like the man with the rope around his neck, and the children who often jumped from the railings to the foyer below while giggling hysterically. Hazel often told her parents of these people, but they brushed her off gently, calling them her "imaginary friends". And she soon began to believe they imaginary as well eventually.
>
> The first time she heard whispers of the future was when she was ten, and she was home alone playing with her dad's old guitar. The phone rang suddenly from the kitchen, the old white land line phone that had been broken for the passed three weeks, and Hazel answered with slight hesitance. On the other end, whispers, excited and certain, filtered through and filled her mind with images. She saw a cat, a bad test grade, and an unfamiliar, sobbing child. So surprised by these images, Hazel dropped the phone and fell back, yelling out in fear as the images took over her mind and caused a massive headache. She was bedridden for two days, and when she finally was able to walk and talk without getting a migraine and a nosebleed she returned to school. On her way, though, she was caught up by the most adorable, yet familiar looking cat. She spent a few minutes trying to coax it forward before continuing on her way. In her second period science class, there was a sudden quiz, which she didn't do too well on, receiving a low seventy as a grade, and during recess, the new kid was being harshly bullied. Hazel witnessed all of this, feeling such a heavy sense of deja vu that she almost felt sick.
>
> These odd phenomena continued happening, well into her middle school and then high school life, though she merely brushed them off as sleep-deprived hallucinations/lucky guesses. She was eventually enrolled into the Northwood Academy, and she transferred in during her sophomore year of high school.
>
> **How You Came to the School:**
>
> Transfer
>
> **Preferred Dorm:**
>
> Dorsey Hall
>
Accepted! |
47,747 | 1,295 | 45 | 2,167 | 1,574 | Zaylin grinned at the short-haired girl’s salute, carefully returning it around the poles in her arms. She blinked, confused, as the girl seemed to simply disappear into the woods around her.
“Well,” Zaylin looked to the remaining girl. “Maybe I’ll see you around campus.” She offered a smile in farewell. “Have a good night!”
Gripping her staves tightly, she headed toward the path at a leisurely jog. Once out of sight of the lake, she picked up speed, her pace well beyond the capabilities of a human as she channeled the extra energy the night gave her into her run. The itch to transform crept across her skin at the air rushing past her, arousing the desire to take to the sky, to feel the freshness of the wind higher up.
Not right now, she told herself, her speed slowing to a normal pace as she neared the end of the path. Emerging into the yard not far from Wells Hall were students hurried back to their dorms before night fell, she turned around and started walking backwards. She cast her gaze over the sky above the trees as the fingers of the night stretched across the heavens, tendrils of oranges, reds, and blues creating a glorious scene above.
A beautiful way to bring in the night, she thought. With her gaze lingering on the sky, she turned back around and headed to the hall.
Reaching her dorm, she quickly put the staffs in the closet, hiding them as well as she could near the back, and made sure she had everything she would need for the following day safely tucked away in her messenger bag. Tossing it onto the other, unclaimed bed, she changed into her black pajamas, grabbed the book her grandmother had sent her, and plopped down on her bed, intending to read until they called lights out. | > Name: Ash Mareinos
>
> Appearance first (image):
> Ash has an irregular oblong red tinted birthmark just above her left knee. She has a scar on the inside of left arm where she cut it on accident while playing on some farm equipment, and another on her right knee from falling off her bike while learning how to ride. Her ears are pierced.
> (
>
> Age: 15
>
> Year: 2nd year
>
> Normal or Supernatural (as in, what are you?): Supernatural. Ash is the far descendant of water nymphs. She is the first in a very long time to show any promise. Her gifts would be control of water, ability to breath under water, she is far enough removed from the original Nymph in her line that she will not have the control over sexual desires that is common with Nymphs. She is also an excellent singer, and her parents had her classically trained.
>
> Personality: Ash is brilliant, but she doesn't apply herself. At Northwood she does the bare minimum to not get in trouble. She avoids the smaller school work as much as possible, but aces her tests with ease. She has a streak of anger that comes out when questioned about her choices. She's modest and prefers long skirts, since she can't wear pants at school. Though she always has a pair packed in case of need to climb a tree. Ash is tom-boyish and outgoing.
>
> Bio: Ash is descendant from the nymph Pareia and Minos' son Nephalion. She was raised on a ranch in Upstate New York. The ranch had a lake that she spent most of her summers in. As such her skin is tanned deeply (Don't let the photo fool you). Ash doesn't know who her ancestors are. What she knows is she's a really good swimmer and never seems to have to come for air. Her parents take a vacation to the ocean for two weeks every year, there she swims in the ocean and seems unbothered by the tides.
>
> It was during one of these trips to the ocean that one of her older brother was pulled out to sea in a riptide. Ash freaked out and swam to him, she was miraculously able to rescue her brother. He swears that the ocean obeyed her pleas for his safety, and has become very devout about her safety. They exchange letters frequently.
>
> Ash has several other brothers varying in older and younger (there are a total of 6 boys), she's a middle child. Because of all of her brother's she has grown up rather tom-boyish, she's the type to walk a fence or take a dare.
>
> Ash is nervous about the lake after last year's incident, but the draw to swim it much too strong for her to ignore it for long.
>
> How you came to the school (did you transfer or are you a Year 1 student?): She started here her first year.
>
> Preferred Dorm: Wells Hall
>
> _______________________________________
> Name: Amy Snow
>
> Appearance first (image):
> (
>
> Age: 15
>
> Year: 2nd
>
> Normal or Supernatural (as in, what are you?): Normal
>
> Personality: Not outgoing, unless it's going to the Library. She holds no resentment over being an orphan, in fact she believes that she's got it made. She has no family history to hold her back. Amy has a drive to prove herself in the classroom. She is easily found in the library. Amy is an extrovert surprisingly, so even though she revels in books Amy needs friendship. She's not daring enough to be part of Ash's group of friends, and it's clear Ash doesn't have much time for someone so stuck in her books.
>
> Bio: Amy is an orphan. She was raised in a Home, capital H and all. All she knows of her family is her name. Other than that she has never cared. She may have been raised in the Home, but she grew up in the library. She lived close enough to DC to take two buses every weekend into the city to go to the Library of Congress, and the Smithsonian. She was, by the time she was ten, considered a permanent fixture in the library.
>
> When she turned 14 one of the librarians put a stack of school applications in front of her. She filled them all out and was accepted to most (only the ones who needed more socialization in her record turned her down). Amy was told by the librarians that she was to apply all of herself to her school work and they'd pay and find scholarships for her. They want her to succeed, and she wants to show them how much she really can do. Her strength is in languages, but she isn't short in sciences or maths.
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> Amy didn't know the girl last year, but it struck her deep. She won't have anything to do with the lake now.
>
> How you came to the school (did you transfer or are you a Year 1 student?): Came as a 1st year.
>
> Preferred Dorm: Elliot Hall
>
>
>
Accepted! |
47,748 | 1,295 | 46 | 1,523 | 3,443 | Jamie Drummond
“If only the football – soccer team did so much endurance training,” Jamie said, raking a hand through his hair to spike it up ever so slightly, made more difficult by the slight curls.
He leaned his head back against the railing for a brief moment, face still a dark, bashful red. “A night swim? Y-yeah, that would be... amazing, that is. Plus, who needs the bonfire? They're usually as boring as hell.” Tugging at his collar, he tried to continue, “I'd much rather be swimming – with – yeah, I'd much rather be swimming.” A lame finish.
Staring up at the darkening skies to avoid his obvious cringe-attack, he noticed for the first time that night was rapidly falling and he still hadn't changed out of his scruffy uniform. “I'm gonna drop down to my room now – maybe tell Mason to get some good tunes on.” Climbing over the railing on the side of the building where his room's window was, he lowered himself down slightly. “I'll see you later, Mareinos!”
Idiot. Absolute idiot. | Posted For Approval
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**NAME:** James “Jamie” Drummond
**AGE:** 16
**YEAR:** 2nd
**NORMAL OR SUPERNATURAL?**
Supernatural – “Luck” or otherwise the art of making it through something by the skin of his teeth. (Perhaps it has to do with probabilities and an instinctual knowledge of them. Either way, Jamie has learned from past mistakes the dangers of relying on it too much.)
**PERSONALITY:**
Jamie is the type to hate normality – he finds that a life without change and excitement is too mundane, too stagnant for him. He chases after thrills like a dog with a stick (minus the tongue-wagging). No danger is too huge, no task impossible for the courageous Jamie Drummond!
They say that Jamie is not quite right, that he doesn't look before he leaps and charges in like a bull. He's easy-going, certainly, but that doesn't mean he is mindful of his surroundings and those in it. His closest friends are the ones who can keep up with him, and those who *can't*... well, they're not worth his interest. His utter lack of care towards his academic work (and obsession over the practical) is by no means a reflection of his intellect; however, his common sense has vanished – if it even existed in the first place.
A true extrovert, he doesn't like to be alone nor does he like to see it in others. He's also oh-so-very loud.
**BIO:**
Born into an extremely wealthy Scottish family with a good reputation for business and a notorious one for scandals, Jamie had big shoes to fill. Tutored at home in addition to his normal Primary School work throughout all of his childhood years, it wasn't an excessively happy time and he lacked the freedom most children were given; however, his parents felt it necessary – not as naturally clever as many of his brothers and sisters, a head for business had to be drilled into him.
Even so, he always noticed something was different about himself, and so did others. His parents called him a “leprechaun” for his abnormally good luck, untamed and uncontrolled when he was younger. If he desperately wanted something (like to *win*), he would – barely. His grades were consistently just above the pass mark every time, no matter where it was set at, and even waking up at the latest possible moment to go to school he would always somehow make it. It all came to a head in one particular incident at age eleven: a car accident with him as the pedestrian where he survived miraculously unscathed.
It was only when he started stretching the limits of his strange luck that it began to fail him (and as a result, he began to fail his tests). Quickly he shut it off – clearly it only 'guided' him so he still had to study, or wake up early enough to get to class – and after he grew up into a teenager, he honestly forgot all about it. It was just an overactive imagination trying to think of himself as something special, or at least, that's what he told himself.
Once enrolled in Northwood Academy on the suggestion of his aunt, he continued to pull a 'barely passing' GPA at 3.1, teeter around two tardies out of three each term, barely make curfew and survive all in all through sheer luck alone. The only thing he seems truly talented in is sports – most if not all kinds. His ability almost certainly contributes to that, without his knowledge.
**HOW YOU CAME TO THE SCHOOL:**
Enrolled from Year 1 onwards – accepted due to rich parents.
**PREFERRED DORM:**
Wells Hall
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**NAME:** Luca Seacliffe
**AGE:** 14
**YEAR:** 1st Year
**NORMAL OR SUPERNATURAL?**
A supernatural with particularly mundane talents. She is similar to the legends of the trickster, having an abnormal talent for misdirection and confusing others.
**PERSONALITY:**
Luca is, without a doubt, a girl with too few marbles and an insatiable curiosity for places considered off limits. She appears immature for her age, still caught up in the carefree imagination of childhood where pranks and magic tricks are more than enjoyable. She has not grown out of that phase, still a precocious kid with too many questions rather than a young woman supposedly on the cusp of adulthood. While intelligent, she doesn't quite understand social norms and is an unrepentant tomboy.
**BIO:**
Luca Seacliffe is the illegitimate daughter of an extremely wealthy businessman and a 'woman of loose morals' (or at least, that's what her mother calls herself) – her household was of average income at best but as an only child she did not have any competition for affection or toys. Even so, her mother was often busy; Luca amused herself from a young age with television and magic sets that were old Christmas present. By ten, she was already designing her own to emulate those she saw in the media.
She had a brief taste of fame in a local newspaper back home in Carlisle, for her winning act in a talent show and since then she had wanted more. Her mother moved to America, however, taking the young star in the making with her and allowing her brief reputation to fall into obscurity. Luca was enrolled into the Northwood Academy of Excellence for her prodigious grades; however, it came with a warning that her social skills left much to be desired.
**HOW YOU CAME TO THE SCHOOL:**
First year student this year – scholarship student.
**PREFERRED DORM:**
Dorsey Hall – she likes the mystery. |
47,749 | 1,295 | 47 | 1,250 | 1,504 | Ash Mareinos
Ash didn't spend much more time on the roof. She went back to her own dorm where her dorm mate was reading.
"Have a good day?" She asked without looking up.
"Didn't get into trouble." Ash responded. She fell asleep staring at the ceiling thinking of the lake and swimming. | > !( "enter image title here")
>
>
> A rather pretty girl, Hazel is mostly known for her strange, mystical, and maybe even witchy eyes. She stands at about 5'10 and is thin and lanky, mostly due to her constant forgetfulness to eat and stay healthy. Her face is small and pale, and normally heavily made up, especially during school days. Hazel's lips are somewhat large and always curled into a pout, while her nose is small and rounded. Her eyes seem to be blue-green, and almost have a silvery appearance to them. Messy pale brown hair frames Hazel's round face, giving her a much more childish appearance. She is rarely seen in anything too fancy, oft preferring sweats and sweaters over dresses and heels, and her hair is normally held up in a large, messy bun, or loose and down to her mid-back.
>
>
> **Name:**
>
> Hazel Barwicke
>
> **Age:**
>
> 16
>
> **Year:**
>
> Third Year
>
> **Normal or Supernatural:**
>
> Clairvoyant (Unaware) - Sees the future through reflective surfaces, more so TVs and computer screens, and hears whispers through phones and during her dreams. Most of her precognition are hard to decipher and rarely wrong, but she has learned to somewhat use them to her advantage, even if she just thinks of them as mere lucky streaks. Also spiritually sensitive, and can see ghosts and other supernatural phenomena.
>
>
>
> **Personality:**
>
> Hazel is a clever and quick-witted young woman, with a sharp tongue and a direct way of approaching things. She is not afraid to speak her mind and will more times then not fight for what she believes is right before truly thinking into it. Very curious towards things that seem strange and loves to go out and adventure whenever she gets a chance. Typically cynical of most people, she is overly polite and quiet around strangers, and at times even friends, unless they are doing something outright wrong or immoral in her eyes. If that is the case, then she will not hold back on insults or reprimands until she feels it is right to stop. Over all introverted, she is easy to talk to but looses energy easily if around too many people, and after parties or large excursions she normally allows herself a day or two alone to relax and recharge. Plagued by visions and voices when both asleep and awake, Ash rarely sleeps well, and is rather forgetful. There are many times when she has forgotten to eat or speak during her daily life, which leaves her family a bit worried for her well-being.
>
> Absolutely loves poems, and has a rather clever mind. She could write music and lyrics for hours without stopping, and many times she has done exactly that. Easily stressed out, Hazel has trouble keeping calm at times, and if she gets too far into her panic she may suffer for anxiety attacks and other mildly worrying forms of panic. While she does her best to stay afloat in school, she can very quickly get discouraged if she is unable to do something as easily as she would like. Most of her stress is bore from her lack of sleep and her parents wish for her to keep doing well in school, and while some would say for her to simply take a break and nap it just isn't that easy. Excels in English and music classes, while she is relatively okay at math and science.
>
> Around TVs, phones, and other tech-related devices she is rather nervous. Her powers usually seem to filter through the slender, hole-ridden telephones or smooth, black screens of televisions, more clearly then anywhere else, so when she is close to any sort of electric based item she may hear whispers, or see images of the past or future. Her powers also filter in through still water, windows, mirrors, and dreams, and are overall very dull and hard to see and understand. She is unaware that this is even a power, instead thinking of it as her remembering something odd, like deja vu. She also seems to be sensitive to supernatural forces, and can at times see white outlines of people, or ghosts, as others would call them.
>
>
> **Bio:**
>
> Hazel was born into a normal, Thai-Irish family. She was the first (and only) child, heavily spoiled, and loved unconditionally by her doctor mother and lawyer father. Of course, due to her parents being busy with their work, she was often alone in her childhood, and though she acted like she didn't mind it kind of got to her eventually, leaving her to be a very withdrawn child. As she grew, Hazel began to notice all the people who lived in her house with them, like the man with the rope around his neck, and the children who often jumped from the railings to the foyer below while giggling hysterically. Hazel often told her parents of these people, but they brushed her off gently, calling them her "imaginary friends". And she soon began to believe they imaginary as well eventually.
>
> The first time she heard whispers of the future was when she was ten, and she was home alone playing with her dad's old guitar. The phone rang suddenly from the kitchen, the old white land line phone that had been broken for the passed three weeks, and Hazel answered with slight hesitance. On the other end, whispers, excited and certain, filtered through and filled her mind with images. She saw a cat, a bad test grade, and an unfamiliar, sobbing child. So surprised by these images, Hazel dropped the phone and fell back, yelling out in fear as the images took over her mind and caused a massive headache. She was bedridden for two days, and when she finally was able to walk and talk without getting a migraine and a nosebleed she returned to school. On her way, though, she was caught up by the most adorable, yet familiar looking cat. She spent a few minutes trying to coax it forward before continuing on her way. In her second period science class, there was a sudden quiz, which she didn't do too well on, receiving a low seventy as a grade, and during recess, the new kid was being harshly bullied. Hazel witnessed all of this, feeling such a heavy sense of deja vu that she almost felt sick.
>
> These odd phenomena continued happening, well into her middle school and then high school life, though she merely brushed them off as sleep-deprived hallucinations/lucky guesses. She was eventually enrolled into the Northwood Academy, and she transferred in during her sophomore year of high school.
>
> **How You Came to the School:**
>
> Transfer
>
> **Preferred Dorm:**
>
> Dorsey Hall
>
Accepted! |
47,750 | 1,295 | 48 | 1,523 | 3,443 | James Mason
James heard Jamie climbing down, and took a single, long puff of his cigarette. "Shit," he muttered under his breath, putting the cigarette out on the windowsill so that Jamie didn't know he was stealing his cigarettes.
As Jamie came in, James tried to act as casual as possibly, with his legs up on the end of his bed, "Hey," he said, "How've you been?" | Posted For Approval
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**NAME:** James “Jamie” Drummond
**AGE:** 16
**YEAR:** 2nd
**NORMAL OR SUPERNATURAL?**
Supernatural – “Luck” or otherwise the art of making it through something by the skin of his teeth. (Perhaps it has to do with probabilities and an instinctual knowledge of them. Either way, Jamie has learned from past mistakes the dangers of relying on it too much.)
**PERSONALITY:**
Jamie is the type to hate normality – he finds that a life without change and excitement is too mundane, too stagnant for him. He chases after thrills like a dog with a stick (minus the tongue-wagging). No danger is too huge, no task impossible for the courageous Jamie Drummond!
They say that Jamie is not quite right, that he doesn't look before he leaps and charges in like a bull. He's easy-going, certainly, but that doesn't mean he is mindful of his surroundings and those in it. His closest friends are the ones who can keep up with him, and those who *can't*... well, they're not worth his interest. His utter lack of care towards his academic work (and obsession over the practical) is by no means a reflection of his intellect; however, his common sense has vanished – if it even existed in the first place.
A true extrovert, he doesn't like to be alone nor does he like to see it in others. He's also oh-so-very loud.
**BIO:**
Born into an extremely wealthy Scottish family with a good reputation for business and a notorious one for scandals, Jamie had big shoes to fill. Tutored at home in addition to his normal Primary School work throughout all of his childhood years, it wasn't an excessively happy time and he lacked the freedom most children were given; however, his parents felt it necessary – not as naturally clever as many of his brothers and sisters, a head for business had to be drilled into him.
Even so, he always noticed something was different about himself, and so did others. His parents called him a “leprechaun” for his abnormally good luck, untamed and uncontrolled when he was younger. If he desperately wanted something (like to *win*), he would – barely. His grades were consistently just above the pass mark every time, no matter where it was set at, and even waking up at the latest possible moment to go to school he would always somehow make it. It all came to a head in one particular incident at age eleven: a car accident with him as the pedestrian where he survived miraculously unscathed.
It was only when he started stretching the limits of his strange luck that it began to fail him (and as a result, he began to fail his tests). Quickly he shut it off – clearly it only 'guided' him so he still had to study, or wake up early enough to get to class – and after he grew up into a teenager, he honestly forgot all about it. It was just an overactive imagination trying to think of himself as something special, or at least, that's what he told himself.
Once enrolled in Northwood Academy on the suggestion of his aunt, he continued to pull a 'barely passing' GPA at 3.1, teeter around two tardies out of three each term, barely make curfew and survive all in all through sheer luck alone. The only thing he seems truly talented in is sports – most if not all kinds. His ability almost certainly contributes to that, without his knowledge.
**HOW YOU CAME TO THE SCHOOL:**
Enrolled from Year 1 onwards – accepted due to rich parents.
**PREFERRED DORM:**
Wells Hall
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**NAME:** Luca Seacliffe
**AGE:** 14
**YEAR:** 1st Year
**NORMAL OR SUPERNATURAL?**
A supernatural with particularly mundane talents. She is similar to the legends of the trickster, having an abnormal talent for misdirection and confusing others.
**PERSONALITY:**
Luca is, without a doubt, a girl with too few marbles and an insatiable curiosity for places considered off limits. She appears immature for her age, still caught up in the carefree imagination of childhood where pranks and magic tricks are more than enjoyable. She has not grown out of that phase, still a precocious kid with too many questions rather than a young woman supposedly on the cusp of adulthood. While intelligent, she doesn't quite understand social norms and is an unrepentant tomboy.
**BIO:**
Luca Seacliffe is the illegitimate daughter of an extremely wealthy businessman and a 'woman of loose morals' (or at least, that's what her mother calls herself) – her household was of average income at best but as an only child she did not have any competition for affection or toys. Even so, her mother was often busy; Luca amused herself from a young age with television and magic sets that were old Christmas present. By ten, she was already designing her own to emulate those she saw in the media.
She had a brief taste of fame in a local newspaper back home in Carlisle, for her winning act in a talent show and since then she had wanted more. Her mother moved to America, however, taking the young star in the making with her and allowing her brief reputation to fall into obscurity. Luca was enrolled into the Northwood Academy of Excellence for her prodigious grades; however, it came with a warning that her social skills left much to be desired.
**HOW YOU CAME TO THE SCHOOL:**
First year student this year – scholarship student.
**PREFERRED DORM:**
Dorsey Hall – she likes the mystery. |
47,751 | 1,295 | 49 | 1,523 | 3,443 | James Mason
James nodded as Jamie told him about what had happened with Ash. "Dude, why don't you just get the guts to ask her out?" he asked. James considered giving Jamie some alcohol to ease his nerves, but figured that he'd never agree to that. James noticed that Jamie seemed a bit suspicious, and that his nose had twitched, Shit, he thought, he can smell the cigarette!
"You alright?" he asked, "You seem a bit off..." | Posted For Approval
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**NAME:** James “Jamie” Drummond
**AGE:** 16
**YEAR:** 2nd
**NORMAL OR SUPERNATURAL?**
Supernatural – “Luck” or otherwise the art of making it through something by the skin of his teeth. (Perhaps it has to do with probabilities and an instinctual knowledge of them. Either way, Jamie has learned from past mistakes the dangers of relying on it too much.)
**PERSONALITY:**
Jamie is the type to hate normality – he finds that a life without change and excitement is too mundane, too stagnant for him. He chases after thrills like a dog with a stick (minus the tongue-wagging). No danger is too huge, no task impossible for the courageous Jamie Drummond!
They say that Jamie is not quite right, that he doesn't look before he leaps and charges in like a bull. He's easy-going, certainly, but that doesn't mean he is mindful of his surroundings and those in it. His closest friends are the ones who can keep up with him, and those who *can't*... well, they're not worth his interest. His utter lack of care towards his academic work (and obsession over the practical) is by no means a reflection of his intellect; however, his common sense has vanished – if it even existed in the first place.
A true extrovert, he doesn't like to be alone nor does he like to see it in others. He's also oh-so-very loud.
**BIO:**
Born into an extremely wealthy Scottish family with a good reputation for business and a notorious one for scandals, Jamie had big shoes to fill. Tutored at home in addition to his normal Primary School work throughout all of his childhood years, it wasn't an excessively happy time and he lacked the freedom most children were given; however, his parents felt it necessary – not as naturally clever as many of his brothers and sisters, a head for business had to be drilled into him.
Even so, he always noticed something was different about himself, and so did others. His parents called him a “leprechaun” for his abnormally good luck, untamed and uncontrolled when he was younger. If he desperately wanted something (like to *win*), he would – barely. His grades were consistently just above the pass mark every time, no matter where it was set at, and even waking up at the latest possible moment to go to school he would always somehow make it. It all came to a head in one particular incident at age eleven: a car accident with him as the pedestrian where he survived miraculously unscathed.
It was only when he started stretching the limits of his strange luck that it began to fail him (and as a result, he began to fail his tests). Quickly he shut it off – clearly it only 'guided' him so he still had to study, or wake up early enough to get to class – and after he grew up into a teenager, he honestly forgot all about it. It was just an overactive imagination trying to think of himself as something special, or at least, that's what he told himself.
Once enrolled in Northwood Academy on the suggestion of his aunt, he continued to pull a 'barely passing' GPA at 3.1, teeter around two tardies out of three each term, barely make curfew and survive all in all through sheer luck alone. The only thing he seems truly talented in is sports – most if not all kinds. His ability almost certainly contributes to that, without his knowledge.
**HOW YOU CAME TO THE SCHOOL:**
Enrolled from Year 1 onwards – accepted due to rich parents.
**PREFERRED DORM:**
Wells Hall
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**NAME:** Luca Seacliffe
**AGE:** 14
**YEAR:** 1st Year
**NORMAL OR SUPERNATURAL?**
A supernatural with particularly mundane talents. She is similar to the legends of the trickster, having an abnormal talent for misdirection and confusing others.
**PERSONALITY:**
Luca is, without a doubt, a girl with too few marbles and an insatiable curiosity for places considered off limits. She appears immature for her age, still caught up in the carefree imagination of childhood where pranks and magic tricks are more than enjoyable. She has not grown out of that phase, still a precocious kid with too many questions rather than a young woman supposedly on the cusp of adulthood. While intelligent, she doesn't quite understand social norms and is an unrepentant tomboy.
**BIO:**
Luca Seacliffe is the illegitimate daughter of an extremely wealthy businessman and a 'woman of loose morals' (or at least, that's what her mother calls herself) – her household was of average income at best but as an only child she did not have any competition for affection or toys. Even so, her mother was often busy; Luca amused herself from a young age with television and magic sets that were old Christmas present. By ten, she was already designing her own to emulate those she saw in the media.
She had a brief taste of fame in a local newspaper back home in Carlisle, for her winning act in a talent show and since then she had wanted more. Her mother moved to America, however, taking the young star in the making with her and allowing her brief reputation to fall into obscurity. Luca was enrolled into the Northwood Academy of Excellence for her prodigious grades; however, it came with a warning that her social skills left much to be desired.
**HOW YOU CAME TO THE SCHOOL:**
First year student this year – scholarship student.
**PREFERRED DORM:**
Dorsey Hall – she likes the mystery. |
47,752 | 1,295 | 50 | 1,250 | 1,504 | James Mason
James squirmed in his bed as Jamie listed what he'd do if he found that his cigarettes had been stolen. He'd never do that, James thought to himself, I'm his mate.
When he had stopped worrying, James noticed that Jamie had pulled out a magazine from under his bed, was that... it was! It was a copy of Cosmopolitan! This will be some good blackmail! James thought. When Jamie fell asleep, he took out his Polaroid and stealthily took a picture of Jamie with the magazine.
Shortly after, James fell asleep himself. | > !( "enter image title here")
>
>
> A rather pretty girl, Hazel is mostly known for her strange, mystical, and maybe even witchy eyes. She stands at about 5'10 and is thin and lanky, mostly due to her constant forgetfulness to eat and stay healthy. Her face is small and pale, and normally heavily made up, especially during school days. Hazel's lips are somewhat large and always curled into a pout, while her nose is small and rounded. Her eyes seem to be blue-green, and almost have a silvery appearance to them. Messy pale brown hair frames Hazel's round face, giving her a much more childish appearance. She is rarely seen in anything too fancy, oft preferring sweats and sweaters over dresses and heels, and her hair is normally held up in a large, messy bun, or loose and down to her mid-back.
>
>
> **Name:**
>
> Hazel Barwicke
>
> **Age:**
>
> 16
>
> **Year:**
>
> Third Year
>
> **Normal or Supernatural:**
>
> Clairvoyant (Unaware) - Sees the future through reflective surfaces, more so TVs and computer screens, and hears whispers through phones and during her dreams. Most of her precognition are hard to decipher and rarely wrong, but she has learned to somewhat use them to her advantage, even if she just thinks of them as mere lucky streaks. Also spiritually sensitive, and can see ghosts and other supernatural phenomena.
>
>
>
> **Personality:**
>
> Hazel is a clever and quick-witted young woman, with a sharp tongue and a direct way of approaching things. She is not afraid to speak her mind and will more times then not fight for what she believes is right before truly thinking into it. Very curious towards things that seem strange and loves to go out and adventure whenever she gets a chance. Typically cynical of most people, she is overly polite and quiet around strangers, and at times even friends, unless they are doing something outright wrong or immoral in her eyes. If that is the case, then she will not hold back on insults or reprimands until she feels it is right to stop. Over all introverted, she is easy to talk to but looses energy easily if around too many people, and after parties or large excursions she normally allows herself a day or two alone to relax and recharge. Plagued by visions and voices when both asleep and awake, Ash rarely sleeps well, and is rather forgetful. There are many times when she has forgotten to eat or speak during her daily life, which leaves her family a bit worried for her well-being.
>
> Absolutely loves poems, and has a rather clever mind. She could write music and lyrics for hours without stopping, and many times she has done exactly that. Easily stressed out, Hazel has trouble keeping calm at times, and if she gets too far into her panic she may suffer for anxiety attacks and other mildly worrying forms of panic. While she does her best to stay afloat in school, she can very quickly get discouraged if she is unable to do something as easily as she would like. Most of her stress is bore from her lack of sleep and her parents wish for her to keep doing well in school, and while some would say for her to simply take a break and nap it just isn't that easy. Excels in English and music classes, while she is relatively okay at math and science.
>
> Around TVs, phones, and other tech-related devices she is rather nervous. Her powers usually seem to filter through the slender, hole-ridden telephones or smooth, black screens of televisions, more clearly then anywhere else, so when she is close to any sort of electric based item she may hear whispers, or see images of the past or future. Her powers also filter in through still water, windows, mirrors, and dreams, and are overall very dull and hard to see and understand. She is unaware that this is even a power, instead thinking of it as her remembering something odd, like deja vu. She also seems to be sensitive to supernatural forces, and can at times see white outlines of people, or ghosts, as others would call them.
>
>
> **Bio:**
>
> Hazel was born into a normal, Thai-Irish family. She was the first (and only) child, heavily spoiled, and loved unconditionally by her doctor mother and lawyer father. Of course, due to her parents being busy with their work, she was often alone in her childhood, and though she acted like she didn't mind it kind of got to her eventually, leaving her to be a very withdrawn child. As she grew, Hazel began to notice all the people who lived in her house with them, like the man with the rope around his neck, and the children who often jumped from the railings to the foyer below while giggling hysterically. Hazel often told her parents of these people, but they brushed her off gently, calling them her "imaginary friends". And she soon began to believe they imaginary as well eventually.
>
> The first time she heard whispers of the future was when she was ten, and she was home alone playing with her dad's old guitar. The phone rang suddenly from the kitchen, the old white land line phone that had been broken for the passed three weeks, and Hazel answered with slight hesitance. On the other end, whispers, excited and certain, filtered through and filled her mind with images. She saw a cat, a bad test grade, and an unfamiliar, sobbing child. So surprised by these images, Hazel dropped the phone and fell back, yelling out in fear as the images took over her mind and caused a massive headache. She was bedridden for two days, and when she finally was able to walk and talk without getting a migraine and a nosebleed she returned to school. On her way, though, she was caught up by the most adorable, yet familiar looking cat. She spent a few minutes trying to coax it forward before continuing on her way. In her second period science class, there was a sudden quiz, which she didn't do too well on, receiving a low seventy as a grade, and during recess, the new kid was being harshly bullied. Hazel witnessed all of this, feeling such a heavy sense of deja vu that she almost felt sick.
>
> These odd phenomena continued happening, well into her middle school and then high school life, though she merely brushed them off as sleep-deprived hallucinations/lucky guesses. She was eventually enrolled into the Northwood Academy, and she transferred in during her sophomore year of high school.
>
> **How You Came to the School:**
>
> Transfer
>
> **Preferred Dorm:**
>
> Dorsey Hall
>
Accepted! |
47,753 | 1,295 | 51 | 1,523 | 3,443 | Jamie Drummond
Jamie's first thought as he woke up was, 'Oh God, why?' Having slept restlessly through the night, waking up first at nine to snack on the chips under his bed then later at one, seeing every hour... a 5:30AM start with Proper Football first was just about a death sentence. As it was, he threw himself out of bed: unlike with the football team, where he wasn't old enough or skilled enough to play 'centre stage' as the quarterback yet, there was no age limit on being a striker in soccer... Only luck.
After going through a cut-down morning routine (as always, he was late) he threw on his school uniform quickly and roughly, leaving his tie undone around his neck and his shirt half-buttoned. Jamie left the dorms sluggishly – not bothering to see if his roommate was awake or not yet. His shoulder still ached from last night and he was gasping for a puff, which would only serve as a distraction during conditioning.
Ugh. | Posted For Approval
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**NAME:** James “Jamie” Drummond
**AGE:** 16
**YEAR:** 2nd
**NORMAL OR SUPERNATURAL?**
Supernatural – “Luck” or otherwise the art of making it through something by the skin of his teeth. (Perhaps it has to do with probabilities and an instinctual knowledge of them. Either way, Jamie has learned from past mistakes the dangers of relying on it too much.)
**PERSONALITY:**
Jamie is the type to hate normality – he finds that a life without change and excitement is too mundane, too stagnant for him. He chases after thrills like a dog with a stick (minus the tongue-wagging). No danger is too huge, no task impossible for the courageous Jamie Drummond!
They say that Jamie is not quite right, that he doesn't look before he leaps and charges in like a bull. He's easy-going, certainly, but that doesn't mean he is mindful of his surroundings and those in it. His closest friends are the ones who can keep up with him, and those who *can't*... well, they're not worth his interest. His utter lack of care towards his academic work (and obsession over the practical) is by no means a reflection of his intellect; however, his common sense has vanished – if it even existed in the first place.
A true extrovert, he doesn't like to be alone nor does he like to see it in others. He's also oh-so-very loud.
**BIO:**
Born into an extremely wealthy Scottish family with a good reputation for business and a notorious one for scandals, Jamie had big shoes to fill. Tutored at home in addition to his normal Primary School work throughout all of his childhood years, it wasn't an excessively happy time and he lacked the freedom most children were given; however, his parents felt it necessary – not as naturally clever as many of his brothers and sisters, a head for business had to be drilled into him.
Even so, he always noticed something was different about himself, and so did others. His parents called him a “leprechaun” for his abnormally good luck, untamed and uncontrolled when he was younger. If he desperately wanted something (like to *win*), he would – barely. His grades were consistently just above the pass mark every time, no matter where it was set at, and even waking up at the latest possible moment to go to school he would always somehow make it. It all came to a head in one particular incident at age eleven: a car accident with him as the pedestrian where he survived miraculously unscathed.
It was only when he started stretching the limits of his strange luck that it began to fail him (and as a result, he began to fail his tests). Quickly he shut it off – clearly it only 'guided' him so he still had to study, or wake up early enough to get to class – and after he grew up into a teenager, he honestly forgot all about it. It was just an overactive imagination trying to think of himself as something special, or at least, that's what he told himself.
Once enrolled in Northwood Academy on the suggestion of his aunt, he continued to pull a 'barely passing' GPA at 3.1, teeter around two tardies out of three each term, barely make curfew and survive all in all through sheer luck alone. The only thing he seems truly talented in is sports – most if not all kinds. His ability almost certainly contributes to that, without his knowledge.
**HOW YOU CAME TO THE SCHOOL:**
Enrolled from Year 1 onwards – accepted due to rich parents.
**PREFERRED DORM:**
Wells Hall
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**NAME:** Luca Seacliffe
**AGE:** 14
**YEAR:** 1st Year
**NORMAL OR SUPERNATURAL?**
A supernatural with particularly mundane talents. She is similar to the legends of the trickster, having an abnormal talent for misdirection and confusing others.
**PERSONALITY:**
Luca is, without a doubt, a girl with too few marbles and an insatiable curiosity for places considered off limits. She appears immature for her age, still caught up in the carefree imagination of childhood where pranks and magic tricks are more than enjoyable. She has not grown out of that phase, still a precocious kid with too many questions rather than a young woman supposedly on the cusp of adulthood. While intelligent, she doesn't quite understand social norms and is an unrepentant tomboy.
**BIO:**
Luca Seacliffe is the illegitimate daughter of an extremely wealthy businessman and a 'woman of loose morals' (or at least, that's what her mother calls herself) – her household was of average income at best but as an only child she did not have any competition for affection or toys. Even so, her mother was often busy; Luca amused herself from a young age with television and magic sets that were old Christmas present. By ten, she was already designing her own to emulate those she saw in the media.
She had a brief taste of fame in a local newspaper back home in Carlisle, for her winning act in a talent show and since then she had wanted more. Her mother moved to America, however, taking the young star in the making with her and allowing her brief reputation to fall into obscurity. Luca was enrolled into the Northwood Academy of Excellence for her prodigious grades; however, it came with a warning that her social skills left much to be desired.
**HOW YOU CAME TO THE SCHOOL:**
First year student this year – scholarship student.
**PREFERRED DORM:**
Dorsey Hall – she likes the mystery. |
47,754 | 1,295 | 52 | 1,250 | 1,504 | Ash
Ash was up with just enough time to dash to morning swim practice. She disliked getting up that early. If she had her wish she'd be outside only when the sun was out. Of course there was no option for that here, at home however she was up with the sun and out at her family's lake swimming until dinner.
Miss Reese was setting up the lanes and asked for Ash's help. As they were doing this the rest of the team started joining them.
Amy
In her single dorm woke up for breakfast, which starting being served an hour before classes. She liked to be there early because the best food was still available then. Upon entering the cafeteria she glanced around to see if anyone she knew was inside yet. She hoped for Luca. A first year she had met the first day of school in Latin. | > !( "enter image title here")
>
>
> A rather pretty girl, Hazel is mostly known for her strange, mystical, and maybe even witchy eyes. She stands at about 5'10 and is thin and lanky, mostly due to her constant forgetfulness to eat and stay healthy. Her face is small and pale, and normally heavily made up, especially during school days. Hazel's lips are somewhat large and always curled into a pout, while her nose is small and rounded. Her eyes seem to be blue-green, and almost have a silvery appearance to them. Messy pale brown hair frames Hazel's round face, giving her a much more childish appearance. She is rarely seen in anything too fancy, oft preferring sweats and sweaters over dresses and heels, and her hair is normally held up in a large, messy bun, or loose and down to her mid-back.
>
>
> **Name:**
>
> Hazel Barwicke
>
> **Age:**
>
> 16
>
> **Year:**
>
> Third Year
>
> **Normal or Supernatural:**
>
> Clairvoyant (Unaware) - Sees the future through reflective surfaces, more so TVs and computer screens, and hears whispers through phones and during her dreams. Most of her precognition are hard to decipher and rarely wrong, but she has learned to somewhat use them to her advantage, even if she just thinks of them as mere lucky streaks. Also spiritually sensitive, and can see ghosts and other supernatural phenomena.
>
>
>
> **Personality:**
>
> Hazel is a clever and quick-witted young woman, with a sharp tongue and a direct way of approaching things. She is not afraid to speak her mind and will more times then not fight for what she believes is right before truly thinking into it. Very curious towards things that seem strange and loves to go out and adventure whenever she gets a chance. Typically cynical of most people, she is overly polite and quiet around strangers, and at times even friends, unless they are doing something outright wrong or immoral in her eyes. If that is the case, then she will not hold back on insults or reprimands until she feels it is right to stop. Over all introverted, she is easy to talk to but looses energy easily if around too many people, and after parties or large excursions she normally allows herself a day or two alone to relax and recharge. Plagued by visions and voices when both asleep and awake, Ash rarely sleeps well, and is rather forgetful. There are many times when she has forgotten to eat or speak during her daily life, which leaves her family a bit worried for her well-being.
>
> Absolutely loves poems, and has a rather clever mind. She could write music and lyrics for hours without stopping, and many times she has done exactly that. Easily stressed out, Hazel has trouble keeping calm at times, and if she gets too far into her panic she may suffer for anxiety attacks and other mildly worrying forms of panic. While she does her best to stay afloat in school, she can very quickly get discouraged if she is unable to do something as easily as she would like. Most of her stress is bore from her lack of sleep and her parents wish for her to keep doing well in school, and while some would say for her to simply take a break and nap it just isn't that easy. Excels in English and music classes, while she is relatively okay at math and science.
>
> Around TVs, phones, and other tech-related devices she is rather nervous. Her powers usually seem to filter through the slender, hole-ridden telephones or smooth, black screens of televisions, more clearly then anywhere else, so when she is close to any sort of electric based item she may hear whispers, or see images of the past or future. Her powers also filter in through still water, windows, mirrors, and dreams, and are overall very dull and hard to see and understand. She is unaware that this is even a power, instead thinking of it as her remembering something odd, like deja vu. She also seems to be sensitive to supernatural forces, and can at times see white outlines of people, or ghosts, as others would call them.
>
>
> **Bio:**
>
> Hazel was born into a normal, Thai-Irish family. She was the first (and only) child, heavily spoiled, and loved unconditionally by her doctor mother and lawyer father. Of course, due to her parents being busy with their work, she was often alone in her childhood, and though she acted like she didn't mind it kind of got to her eventually, leaving her to be a very withdrawn child. As she grew, Hazel began to notice all the people who lived in her house with them, like the man with the rope around his neck, and the children who often jumped from the railings to the foyer below while giggling hysterically. Hazel often told her parents of these people, but they brushed her off gently, calling them her "imaginary friends". And she soon began to believe they imaginary as well eventually.
>
> The first time she heard whispers of the future was when she was ten, and she was home alone playing with her dad's old guitar. The phone rang suddenly from the kitchen, the old white land line phone that had been broken for the passed three weeks, and Hazel answered with slight hesitance. On the other end, whispers, excited and certain, filtered through and filled her mind with images. She saw a cat, a bad test grade, and an unfamiliar, sobbing child. So surprised by these images, Hazel dropped the phone and fell back, yelling out in fear as the images took over her mind and caused a massive headache. She was bedridden for two days, and when she finally was able to walk and talk without getting a migraine and a nosebleed she returned to school. On her way, though, she was caught up by the most adorable, yet familiar looking cat. She spent a few minutes trying to coax it forward before continuing on her way. In her second period science class, there was a sudden quiz, which she didn't do too well on, receiving a low seventy as a grade, and during recess, the new kid was being harshly bullied. Hazel witnessed all of this, feeling such a heavy sense of deja vu that she almost felt sick.
>
> These odd phenomena continued happening, well into her middle school and then high school life, though she merely brushed them off as sleep-deprived hallucinations/lucky guesses. She was eventually enrolled into the Northwood Academy, and she transferred in during her sophomore year of high school.
>
> **How You Came to the School:**
>
> Transfer
>
> **Preferred Dorm:**
>
> Dorsey Hall
>
Accepted! |
47,755 | 1,295 | 53 | 2,469 | 329 | James Mason
James woke up just as he saw Jamie leaving the dorm room. He would have said something, but thought that it would be best if it was left until later, seeing as what had happened the night before. It was 5:10, Shit, he thought, Why can't Jamie let me sleep in?
James got up, knowing that he wouldn't be able to get back to sleep, and shuffled around in the boxes underneath his bed. He began looking for some magazines, but all he could find was some film for his Polaroid camera. Eh, he thought, I'll just take some pictures.
James loaded up the film into his camera, got dressed, and began to take some pictures of his dorm room, before heading out into the corridor to take some pictures. | Name: Jessie (Jess) Philips.
Age: Fourteen.
Year: First.
Normal or Supernatural: Supernatural. Jess is, to put it simply, a phoenix hybrid. A human fused with the likes of mythology, Jess was born with a set of deep red feathered wings, spanning about fifteen feet. As she grew older, she acquired abilities related to that of a phoenix—immunity to fire, heightened instincts, and a signature tattoo of a crest (which had begun to form at the age of eleven) just below her left collarbone.
Personality: A girl that has otherwise embraced her inner-fire, Jess is a hot-headed, loudly spoken individual. She carries herself with confidence, and is often said to be intimidating by those around her. She is stubborn and a bit on the rough side, lacking an understanding of empathy, which ultimately leaves her with very limited company.
Bio: She has very little memory of her father, a man who had allegedly died during her earlier years, her mother claiming it had been a car crash that ended his life. However, even at an early age, Jess knew this was utterly impossible, as there was simply no way that a man with Phoenix blood coursing through his veins would have died in such a mundane incident. Jess came to the conclusion that the man had vanished—or rather, had gone to reside elsewhere with his own kind than with the likes of humans.
It was no secret, though, that Jess held abilities similar to her father. While he could wield fire and control it at his will, Jess soon realized she was immune to it. Her mother thought lowly of her abilities, longing for a child that fit in a world of normalcy. Although her mother attempted to interest her daughter in things like cooking, knitting, and playing with dolls, Jess was far too fascinated by her Phoenix heritage.
Living in Montana, where the population generally remained constant, Jess was able to fly to her heart’s content, and roam around the scattered forests surrounding her small cottage of a house. In the day time, her schedule consisted of home school, followed by piano lessons, and ‘play time’. Being that Jess was… well, different, her mother confined her lone daughter, refusing to allow her to interact with others.
Her night time schedule did not hold much adventure for young Jess. Her mother worked as a nurse on the night shift, and Jess was to return home promptly at seven o’clock each night. Jess grew exceedingly tiresome of the same routine, her years spent day in and day out abiding to her mother’s strict rules. Jess was, under no condition, a little girl any longer. She couldn’t be held hostage forever.
Days later, Jess received an ominous letter to attend a prestigious school, for she’d finally come of age. Despite her mother’s efforts to keep her home, Jess had decided to go, stating that this would be a great opportunity to be with others her age. She would be careful, as she’d spent her whole life hiding. Surely it wouldn’t be that difficult. After a long discussion, her mother finally gave in, and reluctantly permitted her daughter to go to Northwood.
How You Came To The School: Invitation. Her mother could not afford the costs, so a full scholarship was given to her.
Dorm: Dorsey Hall.
Sorry! Didn't see this until now. You are accepted. |
47,756 | 1,295 | 54 | 2,167 | 1,574 | Zaylin grumbled in her sleep as consciousness returned to her slowly. With a moan, she rolled over, only to shout as she fell from her bed, her head narrowly missing the nightstand and the blankets pulling off with her
Sitting up, Zaylin blinked at her room as she tried to regain her bearings. A moment later, the annoying beeping of her alarm clock sounded. She groaned and tried to lay back down on the floor.
“Ow!” she muttered as her head hit the nightstand, a couple books falling to her chest at the vibration. Grumbling under her breath, she reached up and groped around in search of the alarm clock, another book falling in the process.
Groggily untangling herself from the blanket, she tossed it back on the bed and reluctantly got dressed in the school uniform. After securing her watch to her wrist, she grabbed her messenger bag and left, wishing she had a cup of coffee in hand as she sluggishly started the walk to the cafeteria for breakfast. | > Name: Ash Mareinos
>
> Appearance first (image):
> Ash has an irregular oblong red tinted birthmark just above her left knee. She has a scar on the inside of left arm where she cut it on accident while playing on some farm equipment, and another on her right knee from falling off her bike while learning how to ride. Her ears are pierced.
> (
>
> Age: 15
>
> Year: 2nd year
>
> Normal or Supernatural (as in, what are you?): Supernatural. Ash is the far descendant of water nymphs. She is the first in a very long time to show any promise. Her gifts would be control of water, ability to breath under water, she is far enough removed from the original Nymph in her line that she will not have the control over sexual desires that is common with Nymphs. She is also an excellent singer, and her parents had her classically trained.
>
> Personality: Ash is brilliant, but she doesn't apply herself. At Northwood she does the bare minimum to not get in trouble. She avoids the smaller school work as much as possible, but aces her tests with ease. She has a streak of anger that comes out when questioned about her choices. She's modest and prefers long skirts, since she can't wear pants at school. Though she always has a pair packed in case of need to climb a tree. Ash is tom-boyish and outgoing.
>
> Bio: Ash is descendant from the nymph Pareia and Minos' son Nephalion. She was raised on a ranch in Upstate New York. The ranch had a lake that she spent most of her summers in. As such her skin is tanned deeply (Don't let the photo fool you). Ash doesn't know who her ancestors are. What she knows is she's a really good swimmer and never seems to have to come for air. Her parents take a vacation to the ocean for two weeks every year, there she swims in the ocean and seems unbothered by the tides.
>
> It was during one of these trips to the ocean that one of her older brother was pulled out to sea in a riptide. Ash freaked out and swam to him, she was miraculously able to rescue her brother. He swears that the ocean obeyed her pleas for his safety, and has become very devout about her safety. They exchange letters frequently.
>
> Ash has several other brothers varying in older and younger (there are a total of 6 boys), she's a middle child. Because of all of her brother's she has grown up rather tom-boyish, she's the type to walk a fence or take a dare.
>
> Ash is nervous about the lake after last year's incident, but the draw to swim it much too strong for her to ignore it for long.
>
> How you came to the school (did you transfer or are you a Year 1 student?): She started here her first year.
>
> Preferred Dorm: Wells Hall
>
> _______________________________________
> Name: Amy Snow
>
> Appearance first (image):
> (
>
> Age: 15
>
> Year: 2nd
>
> Normal or Supernatural (as in, what are you?): Normal
>
> Personality: Not outgoing, unless it's going to the Library. She holds no resentment over being an orphan, in fact she believes that she's got it made. She has no family history to hold her back. Amy has a drive to prove herself in the classroom. She is easily found in the library. Amy is an extrovert surprisingly, so even though she revels in books Amy needs friendship. She's not daring enough to be part of Ash's group of friends, and it's clear Ash doesn't have much time for someone so stuck in her books.
>
> Bio: Amy is an orphan. She was raised in a Home, capital H and all. All she knows of her family is her name. Other than that she has never cared. She may have been raised in the Home, but she grew up in the library. She lived close enough to DC to take two buses every weekend into the city to go to the Library of Congress, and the Smithsonian. She was, by the time she was ten, considered a permanent fixture in the library.
>
> When she turned 14 one of the librarians put a stack of school applications in front of her. She filled them all out and was accepted to most (only the ones who needed more socialization in her record turned her down). Amy was told by the librarians that she was to apply all of herself to her school work and they'd pay and find scholarships for her. They want her to succeed, and she wants to show them how much she really can do. Her strength is in languages, but she isn't short in sciences or maths.
>
> Amy didn't know the girl last year, but it struck her deep. She won't have anything to do with the lake now.
>
> How you came to the school (did you transfer or are you a Year 1 student?): Came as a 1st year.
>
> Preferred Dorm: Elliot Hall
>
>
>
Accepted! |
47,757 | 1,295 | 55 | 1,523 | 3,443 | Jamie Drummond
Jamie wandered out onto the Proper Football field almost aimlessly, scratching at his jaw and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. “I hate my life,” he grumbled under his breath to nobody in particular – by no means a morning person.
He approached one of his team-members lazily, forcing a bit of cheer into his world view somewhat unsuccessfully. “So,” he said to Kyle. “It's a beautiful day, am I right?” Too bad it was going to be a long one. His stomach grumbled, but it would be another hour before he could have breakfast.
Why on earth is football practice at five thirty?
~~~
Luca Seacliffe
Luca woke up. She ruffled a hand through her hair, displacing a stray twig and leaf that had somehow wound its way up tangled behind her ear, and decided that – yes, she really did need a shower. There were no tin baths like back home in Carlisle, no sharing water with her mother to save time, but more importantly no melodramatic soaking in bubbles for a good hour.
It was a shame. She liked soaking.
Once her morning routine was over and done with, though it was certainly short, she winked at her reflection in the mirror and – after a moment's reflection – stuffed a handkerchief down her bra. Sometimes things were just necessary for fate to run smoothly, and she felt like a vanishing trick would do the job. Maybe she'd find a way to sneak it into her day?
Not particularly caring what time it was, she wandered down to the cafeteria, wide eyes darting around at the large number of people already gathering. From there, she could see two possible options: the Friend from yesterday, or the Friend from Latin class. (It helped that Luca was a Catholic school girl; she learned it quite well in Primary). She decided to visit the latter, intercepting her on her way to find a table.
“Snow,” she greeted with barely a facial expression, falling into step with her. | Posted For Approval
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**NAME:** James “Jamie” Drummond
**AGE:** 16
**YEAR:** 2nd
**NORMAL OR SUPERNATURAL?**
Supernatural – “Luck” or otherwise the art of making it through something by the skin of his teeth. (Perhaps it has to do with probabilities and an instinctual knowledge of them. Either way, Jamie has learned from past mistakes the dangers of relying on it too much.)
**PERSONALITY:**
Jamie is the type to hate normality – he finds that a life without change and excitement is too mundane, too stagnant for him. He chases after thrills like a dog with a stick (minus the tongue-wagging). No danger is too huge, no task impossible for the courageous Jamie Drummond!
They say that Jamie is not quite right, that he doesn't look before he leaps and charges in like a bull. He's easy-going, certainly, but that doesn't mean he is mindful of his surroundings and those in it. His closest friends are the ones who can keep up with him, and those who *can't*... well, they're not worth his interest. His utter lack of care towards his academic work (and obsession over the practical) is by no means a reflection of his intellect; however, his common sense has vanished – if it even existed in the first place.
A true extrovert, he doesn't like to be alone nor does he like to see it in others. He's also oh-so-very loud.
**BIO:**
Born into an extremely wealthy Scottish family with a good reputation for business and a notorious one for scandals, Jamie had big shoes to fill. Tutored at home in addition to his normal Primary School work throughout all of his childhood years, it wasn't an excessively happy time and he lacked the freedom most children were given; however, his parents felt it necessary – not as naturally clever as many of his brothers and sisters, a head for business had to be drilled into him.
Even so, he always noticed something was different about himself, and so did others. His parents called him a “leprechaun” for his abnormally good luck, untamed and uncontrolled when he was younger. If he desperately wanted something (like to *win*), he would – barely. His grades were consistently just above the pass mark every time, no matter where it was set at, and even waking up at the latest possible moment to go to school he would always somehow make it. It all came to a head in one particular incident at age eleven: a car accident with him as the pedestrian where he survived miraculously unscathed.
It was only when he started stretching the limits of his strange luck that it began to fail him (and as a result, he began to fail his tests). Quickly he shut it off – clearly it only 'guided' him so he still had to study, or wake up early enough to get to class – and after he grew up into a teenager, he honestly forgot all about it. It was just an overactive imagination trying to think of himself as something special, or at least, that's what he told himself.
Once enrolled in Northwood Academy on the suggestion of his aunt, he continued to pull a 'barely passing' GPA at 3.1, teeter around two tardies out of three each term, barely make curfew and survive all in all through sheer luck alone. The only thing he seems truly talented in is sports – most if not all kinds. His ability almost certainly contributes to that, without his knowledge.
**HOW YOU CAME TO THE SCHOOL:**
Enrolled from Year 1 onwards – accepted due to rich parents.
**PREFERRED DORM:**
Wells Hall
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**NAME:** Luca Seacliffe
**AGE:** 14
**YEAR:** 1st Year
**NORMAL OR SUPERNATURAL?**
A supernatural with particularly mundane talents. She is similar to the legends of the trickster, having an abnormal talent for misdirection and confusing others.
**PERSONALITY:**
Luca is, without a doubt, a girl with too few marbles and an insatiable curiosity for places considered off limits. She appears immature for her age, still caught up in the carefree imagination of childhood where pranks and magic tricks are more than enjoyable. She has not grown out of that phase, still a precocious kid with too many questions rather than a young woman supposedly on the cusp of adulthood. While intelligent, she doesn't quite understand social norms and is an unrepentant tomboy.
**BIO:**
Luca Seacliffe is the illegitimate daughter of an extremely wealthy businessman and a 'woman of loose morals' (or at least, that's what her mother calls herself) – her household was of average income at best but as an only child she did not have any competition for affection or toys. Even so, her mother was often busy; Luca amused herself from a young age with television and magic sets that were old Christmas present. By ten, she was already designing her own to emulate those she saw in the media.
She had a brief taste of fame in a local newspaper back home in Carlisle, for her winning act in a talent show and since then she had wanted more. Her mother moved to America, however, taking the young star in the making with her and allowing her brief reputation to fall into obscurity. Luca was enrolled into the Northwood Academy of Excellence for her prodigious grades; however, it came with a warning that her social skills left much to be desired.
**HOW YOU CAME TO THE SCHOOL:**
First year student this year – scholarship student.
**PREFERRED DORM:**
Dorsey Hall – she likes the mystery. |
47,758 | 1,295 | 56 | 2,469 | 329 | Kyle Messor
Kyle looked up, having been focused intently on tying his cleats. "Heh, yeah. I guess it is," he said, looking up at the sky. He stood up and began stretching.
After a while, he looked over at Jamie. With a grin he said, "By the way, there's not a chance in hell that you score on me today," challenging him to a friendly competition.
Finished stretching, Kyle took a warmup jog around the field, before Jamie had the time to respond. | Name: Jessie (Jess) Philips.
Age: Fourteen.
Year: First.
Normal or Supernatural: Supernatural. Jess is, to put it simply, a phoenix hybrid. A human fused with the likes of mythology, Jess was born with a set of deep red feathered wings, spanning about fifteen feet. As she grew older, she acquired abilities related to that of a phoenix—immunity to fire, heightened instincts, and a signature tattoo of a crest (which had begun to form at the age of eleven) just below her left collarbone.
Personality: A girl that has otherwise embraced her inner-fire, Jess is a hot-headed, loudly spoken individual. She carries herself with confidence, and is often said to be intimidating by those around her. She is stubborn and a bit on the rough side, lacking an understanding of empathy, which ultimately leaves her with very limited company.
Bio: She has very little memory of her father, a man who had allegedly died during her earlier years, her mother claiming it had been a car crash that ended his life. However, even at an early age, Jess knew this was utterly impossible, as there was simply no way that a man with Phoenix blood coursing through his veins would have died in such a mundane incident. Jess came to the conclusion that the man had vanished—or rather, had gone to reside elsewhere with his own kind than with the likes of humans.
It was no secret, though, that Jess held abilities similar to her father. While he could wield fire and control it at his will, Jess soon realized she was immune to it. Her mother thought lowly of her abilities, longing for a child that fit in a world of normalcy. Although her mother attempted to interest her daughter in things like cooking, knitting, and playing with dolls, Jess was far too fascinated by her Phoenix heritage.
Living in Montana, where the population generally remained constant, Jess was able to fly to her heart’s content, and roam around the scattered forests surrounding her small cottage of a house. In the day time, her schedule consisted of home school, followed by piano lessons, and ‘play time’. Being that Jess was… well, different, her mother confined her lone daughter, refusing to allow her to interact with others.
Her night time schedule did not hold much adventure for young Jess. Her mother worked as a nurse on the night shift, and Jess was to return home promptly at seven o’clock each night. Jess grew exceedingly tiresome of the same routine, her years spent day in and day out abiding to her mother’s strict rules. Jess was, under no condition, a little girl any longer. She couldn’t be held hostage forever.
Days later, Jess received an ominous letter to attend a prestigious school, for she’d finally come of age. Despite her mother’s efforts to keep her home, Jess had decided to go, stating that this would be a great opportunity to be with others her age. She would be careful, as she’d spent her whole life hiding. Surely it wouldn’t be that difficult. After a long discussion, her mother finally gave in, and reluctantly permitted her daughter to go to Northwood.
How You Came To The School: Invitation. Her mother could not afford the costs, so a full scholarship was given to her.
Dorm: Dorsey Hall.
Sorry! Didn't see this until now. You are accepted. |
47,759 | 1,295 | 57 | 1,250 | 1,504 | Amy Snow - The cafeteria
"There you are Seacliffe." Amy smiled, "I asked the professor last night about that issue we were having with conjugations. I get it now if you want me to explain it." Just as Amy turned into the line for the food she bumped into Zaylin.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't see you there." Amy helped her pick up her bag. "I remember seeing you around last year. Right?" Amy asked, not completely sure if her memory with faces was as good as her memory with words. | > !( "enter image title here")
>
>
> A rather pretty girl, Hazel is mostly known for her strange, mystical, and maybe even witchy eyes. She stands at about 5'10 and is thin and lanky, mostly due to her constant forgetfulness to eat and stay healthy. Her face is small and pale, and normally heavily made up, especially during school days. Hazel's lips are somewhat large and always curled into a pout, while her nose is small and rounded. Her eyes seem to be blue-green, and almost have a silvery appearance to them. Messy pale brown hair frames Hazel's round face, giving her a much more childish appearance. She is rarely seen in anything too fancy, oft preferring sweats and sweaters over dresses and heels, and her hair is normally held up in a large, messy bun, or loose and down to her mid-back.
>
>
> **Name:**
>
> Hazel Barwicke
>
> **Age:**
>
> 16
>
> **Year:**
>
> Third Year
>
> **Normal or Supernatural:**
>
> Clairvoyant (Unaware) - Sees the future through reflective surfaces, more so TVs and computer screens, and hears whispers through phones and during her dreams. Most of her precognition are hard to decipher and rarely wrong, but she has learned to somewhat use them to her advantage, even if she just thinks of them as mere lucky streaks. Also spiritually sensitive, and can see ghosts and other supernatural phenomena.
>
>
>
> **Personality:**
>
> Hazel is a clever and quick-witted young woman, with a sharp tongue and a direct way of approaching things. She is not afraid to speak her mind and will more times then not fight for what she believes is right before truly thinking into it. Very curious towards things that seem strange and loves to go out and adventure whenever she gets a chance. Typically cynical of most people, she is overly polite and quiet around strangers, and at times even friends, unless they are doing something outright wrong or immoral in her eyes. If that is the case, then she will not hold back on insults or reprimands until she feels it is right to stop. Over all introverted, she is easy to talk to but looses energy easily if around too many people, and after parties or large excursions she normally allows herself a day or two alone to relax and recharge. Plagued by visions and voices when both asleep and awake, Ash rarely sleeps well, and is rather forgetful. There are many times when she has forgotten to eat or speak during her daily life, which leaves her family a bit worried for her well-being.
>
> Absolutely loves poems, and has a rather clever mind. She could write music and lyrics for hours without stopping, and many times she has done exactly that. Easily stressed out, Hazel has trouble keeping calm at times, and if she gets too far into her panic she may suffer for anxiety attacks and other mildly worrying forms of panic. While she does her best to stay afloat in school, she can very quickly get discouraged if she is unable to do something as easily as she would like. Most of her stress is bore from her lack of sleep and her parents wish for her to keep doing well in school, and while some would say for her to simply take a break and nap it just isn't that easy. Excels in English and music classes, while she is relatively okay at math and science.
>
> Around TVs, phones, and other tech-related devices she is rather nervous. Her powers usually seem to filter through the slender, hole-ridden telephones or smooth, black screens of televisions, more clearly then anywhere else, so when she is close to any sort of electric based item she may hear whispers, or see images of the past or future. Her powers also filter in through still water, windows, mirrors, and dreams, and are overall very dull and hard to see and understand. She is unaware that this is even a power, instead thinking of it as her remembering something odd, like deja vu. She also seems to be sensitive to supernatural forces, and can at times see white outlines of people, or ghosts, as others would call them.
>
>
> **Bio:**
>
> Hazel was born into a normal, Thai-Irish family. She was the first (and only) child, heavily spoiled, and loved unconditionally by her doctor mother and lawyer father. Of course, due to her parents being busy with their work, she was often alone in her childhood, and though she acted like she didn't mind it kind of got to her eventually, leaving her to be a very withdrawn child. As she grew, Hazel began to notice all the people who lived in her house with them, like the man with the rope around his neck, and the children who often jumped from the railings to the foyer below while giggling hysterically. Hazel often told her parents of these people, but they brushed her off gently, calling them her "imaginary friends". And she soon began to believe they imaginary as well eventually.
>
> The first time she heard whispers of the future was when she was ten, and she was home alone playing with her dad's old guitar. The phone rang suddenly from the kitchen, the old white land line phone that had been broken for the passed three weeks, and Hazel answered with slight hesitance. On the other end, whispers, excited and certain, filtered through and filled her mind with images. She saw a cat, a bad test grade, and an unfamiliar, sobbing child. So surprised by these images, Hazel dropped the phone and fell back, yelling out in fear as the images took over her mind and caused a massive headache. She was bedridden for two days, and when she finally was able to walk and talk without getting a migraine and a nosebleed she returned to school. On her way, though, she was caught up by the most adorable, yet familiar looking cat. She spent a few minutes trying to coax it forward before continuing on her way. In her second period science class, there was a sudden quiz, which she didn't do too well on, receiving a low seventy as a grade, and during recess, the new kid was being harshly bullied. Hazel witnessed all of this, feeling such a heavy sense of deja vu that she almost felt sick.
>
> These odd phenomena continued happening, well into her middle school and then high school life, though she merely brushed them off as sleep-deprived hallucinations/lucky guesses. She was eventually enrolled into the Northwood Academy, and she transferred in during her sophomore year of high school.
>
> **How You Came to the School:**
>
> Transfer
>
> **Preferred Dorm:**
>
> Dorsey Hall
>
Accepted! |
47,760 | 1,295 | 58 | 2,167 | 1,574 | Still groggy, Zaylin strode toward the line to wait her turn to get breakfast. As she took her place, another girl bumped into her, making her lose her grip on the bag slung over her shoulder, one of the folders inside sliding out from the top. She blinked at the girl she recognized from the library as she apologized and picked her bag up for her.
“Oh, thanks.” Zaylin offered a small smile as she picked up the folder. “Don’t worry about it.”
She took her bag from Amy and shoved the folder back inside as the other girl continued speaking.
Zaylin shook her head. “You’re probably thinking of someone else. I just transferred this year. I’ve seen you in the library a few times, though.” | > Name: Ash Mareinos
>
> Appearance first (image):
> Ash has an irregular oblong red tinted birthmark just above her left knee. She has a scar on the inside of left arm where she cut it on accident while playing on some farm equipment, and another on her right knee from falling off her bike while learning how to ride. Her ears are pierced.
> (
>
> Age: 15
>
> Year: 2nd year
>
> Normal or Supernatural (as in, what are you?): Supernatural. Ash is the far descendant of water nymphs. She is the first in a very long time to show any promise. Her gifts would be control of water, ability to breath under water, she is far enough removed from the original Nymph in her line that she will not have the control over sexual desires that is common with Nymphs. She is also an excellent singer, and her parents had her classically trained.
>
> Personality: Ash is brilliant, but she doesn't apply herself. At Northwood she does the bare minimum to not get in trouble. She avoids the smaller school work as much as possible, but aces her tests with ease. She has a streak of anger that comes out when questioned about her choices. She's modest and prefers long skirts, since she can't wear pants at school. Though she always has a pair packed in case of need to climb a tree. Ash is tom-boyish and outgoing.
>
> Bio: Ash is descendant from the nymph Pareia and Minos' son Nephalion. She was raised on a ranch in Upstate New York. The ranch had a lake that she spent most of her summers in. As such her skin is tanned deeply (Don't let the photo fool you). Ash doesn't know who her ancestors are. What she knows is she's a really good swimmer and never seems to have to come for air. Her parents take a vacation to the ocean for two weeks every year, there she swims in the ocean and seems unbothered by the tides.
>
> It was during one of these trips to the ocean that one of her older brother was pulled out to sea in a riptide. Ash freaked out and swam to him, she was miraculously able to rescue her brother. He swears that the ocean obeyed her pleas for his safety, and has become very devout about her safety. They exchange letters frequently.
>
> Ash has several other brothers varying in older and younger (there are a total of 6 boys), she's a middle child. Because of all of her brother's she has grown up rather tom-boyish, she's the type to walk a fence or take a dare.
>
> Ash is nervous about the lake after last year's incident, but the draw to swim it much too strong for her to ignore it for long.
>
> How you came to the school (did you transfer or are you a Year 1 student?): She started here her first year.
>
> Preferred Dorm: Wells Hall
>
> _______________________________________
> Name: Amy Snow
>
> Appearance first (image):
> (
>
> Age: 15
>
> Year: 2nd
>
> Normal or Supernatural (as in, what are you?): Normal
>
> Personality: Not outgoing, unless it's going to the Library. She holds no resentment over being an orphan, in fact she believes that she's got it made. She has no family history to hold her back. Amy has a drive to prove herself in the classroom. She is easily found in the library. Amy is an extrovert surprisingly, so even though she revels in books Amy needs friendship. She's not daring enough to be part of Ash's group of friends, and it's clear Ash doesn't have much time for someone so stuck in her books.
>
> Bio: Amy is an orphan. She was raised in a Home, capital H and all. All she knows of her family is her name. Other than that she has never cared. She may have been raised in the Home, but she grew up in the library. She lived close enough to DC to take two buses every weekend into the city to go to the Library of Congress, and the Smithsonian. She was, by the time she was ten, considered a permanent fixture in the library.
>
> When she turned 14 one of the librarians put a stack of school applications in front of her. She filled them all out and was accepted to most (only the ones who needed more socialization in her record turned her down). Amy was told by the librarians that she was to apply all of herself to her school work and they'd pay and find scholarships for her. They want her to succeed, and she wants to show them how much she really can do. Her strength is in languages, but she isn't short in sciences or maths.
>
> Amy didn't know the girl last year, but it struck her deep. She won't have anything to do with the lake now.
>
> How you came to the school (did you transfer or are you a Year 1 student?): Came as a 1st year.
>
> Preferred Dorm: Elliot Hall
>
>
>
Accepted! |
47,761 | 1,295 | 59 | 1,250 | 1,504 | James Mason
James, after having taken a few photos, put his camera in his bag and walked down to the cafeteria. Whilst he was walking over to the cafeteria, he walked past the soccer field, and decided to take a few snaps. It was hard with a Polaroid, but he managed to get a couple of good shots anyway.
As James walked into the cafeteria, he saw Amy, the girl who had helped him with his English. He went into the queue for breakfast, and thought about what he would say when he talked to her. | > !( "enter image title here")
>
>
> A rather pretty girl, Hazel is mostly known for her strange, mystical, and maybe even witchy eyes. She stands at about 5'10 and is thin and lanky, mostly due to her constant forgetfulness to eat and stay healthy. Her face is small and pale, and normally heavily made up, especially during school days. Hazel's lips are somewhat large and always curled into a pout, while her nose is small and rounded. Her eyes seem to be blue-green, and almost have a silvery appearance to them. Messy pale brown hair frames Hazel's round face, giving her a much more childish appearance. She is rarely seen in anything too fancy, oft preferring sweats and sweaters over dresses and heels, and her hair is normally held up in a large, messy bun, or loose and down to her mid-back.
>
>
> **Name:**
>
> Hazel Barwicke
>
> **Age:**
>
> 16
>
> **Year:**
>
> Third Year
>
> **Normal or Supernatural:**
>
> Clairvoyant (Unaware) - Sees the future through reflective surfaces, more so TVs and computer screens, and hears whispers through phones and during her dreams. Most of her precognition are hard to decipher and rarely wrong, but she has learned to somewhat use them to her advantage, even if she just thinks of them as mere lucky streaks. Also spiritually sensitive, and can see ghosts and other supernatural phenomena.
>
>
>
> **Personality:**
>
> Hazel is a clever and quick-witted young woman, with a sharp tongue and a direct way of approaching things. She is not afraid to speak her mind and will more times then not fight for what she believes is right before truly thinking into it. Very curious towards things that seem strange and loves to go out and adventure whenever she gets a chance. Typically cynical of most people, she is overly polite and quiet around strangers, and at times even friends, unless they are doing something outright wrong or immoral in her eyes. If that is the case, then she will not hold back on insults or reprimands until she feels it is right to stop. Over all introverted, she is easy to talk to but looses energy easily if around too many people, and after parties or large excursions she normally allows herself a day or two alone to relax and recharge. Plagued by visions and voices when both asleep and awake, Ash rarely sleeps well, and is rather forgetful. There are many times when she has forgotten to eat or speak during her daily life, which leaves her family a bit worried for her well-being.
>
> Absolutely loves poems, and has a rather clever mind. She could write music and lyrics for hours without stopping, and many times she has done exactly that. Easily stressed out, Hazel has trouble keeping calm at times, and if she gets too far into her panic she may suffer for anxiety attacks and other mildly worrying forms of panic. While she does her best to stay afloat in school, she can very quickly get discouraged if she is unable to do something as easily as she would like. Most of her stress is bore from her lack of sleep and her parents wish for her to keep doing well in school, and while some would say for her to simply take a break and nap it just isn't that easy. Excels in English and music classes, while she is relatively okay at math and science.
>
> Around TVs, phones, and other tech-related devices she is rather nervous. Her powers usually seem to filter through the slender, hole-ridden telephones or smooth, black screens of televisions, more clearly then anywhere else, so when she is close to any sort of electric based item she may hear whispers, or see images of the past or future. Her powers also filter in through still water, windows, mirrors, and dreams, and are overall very dull and hard to see and understand. She is unaware that this is even a power, instead thinking of it as her remembering something odd, like deja vu. She also seems to be sensitive to supernatural forces, and can at times see white outlines of people, or ghosts, as others would call them.
>
>
> **Bio:**
>
> Hazel was born into a normal, Thai-Irish family. She was the first (and only) child, heavily spoiled, and loved unconditionally by her doctor mother and lawyer father. Of course, due to her parents being busy with their work, she was often alone in her childhood, and though she acted like she didn't mind it kind of got to her eventually, leaving her to be a very withdrawn child. As she grew, Hazel began to notice all the people who lived in her house with them, like the man with the rope around his neck, and the children who often jumped from the railings to the foyer below while giggling hysterically. Hazel often told her parents of these people, but they brushed her off gently, calling them her "imaginary friends". And she soon began to believe they imaginary as well eventually.
>
> The first time she heard whispers of the future was when she was ten, and she was home alone playing with her dad's old guitar. The phone rang suddenly from the kitchen, the old white land line phone that had been broken for the passed three weeks, and Hazel answered with slight hesitance. On the other end, whispers, excited and certain, filtered through and filled her mind with images. She saw a cat, a bad test grade, and an unfamiliar, sobbing child. So surprised by these images, Hazel dropped the phone and fell back, yelling out in fear as the images took over her mind and caused a massive headache. She was bedridden for two days, and when she finally was able to walk and talk without getting a migraine and a nosebleed she returned to school. On her way, though, she was caught up by the most adorable, yet familiar looking cat. She spent a few minutes trying to coax it forward before continuing on her way. In her second period science class, there was a sudden quiz, which she didn't do too well on, receiving a low seventy as a grade, and during recess, the new kid was being harshly bullied. Hazel witnessed all of this, feeling such a heavy sense of deja vu that she almost felt sick.
>
> These odd phenomena continued happening, well into her middle school and then high school life, though she merely brushed them off as sleep-deprived hallucinations/lucky guesses. She was eventually enrolled into the Northwood Academy, and she transferred in during her sophomore year of high school.
>
> **How You Came to the School:**
>
> Transfer
>
> **Preferred Dorm:**
>
> Dorsey Hall
>
Accepted! |
47,762 | 1,295 | 60 | 1,523 | 3,443 | Jamie Drummond
"Yeah, whatever. I'm feeling lucky today," Jamie said to Kyle as he stalked off, following shortly to begin jogging around the field in the opposite direction of the goal-keeper. Friendly rivalry at its best.
Something tingled beneath his skin – probably just an itch for a smoke. At least, that was what Jamie wrote it off as. He stretched out his aching shoulder and rubbed at his eyes. Unbeknownst to him, they flashed green as he looked towards the clouds in the sky.
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Luca Seacliffe
"I'm good with conjugations for now." Luca wasn't, that was a lie. Amy Snow was good at Latin, though – they might not be Friends if she thought the magician didn't meet up to her standards.
Following Amy was Luca's first good decision of the day as they soon crossed paths with the other girl. Smiling slightly to herself, Luca grabbed a handful of apples from a tray as they passed it – three, in fact. Magic was tricky business, and it often created a huge appetite. | Posted For Approval
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**NAME:** James “Jamie” Drummond
**AGE:** 16
**YEAR:** 2nd
**NORMAL OR SUPERNATURAL?**
Supernatural – “Luck” or otherwise the art of making it through something by the skin of his teeth. (Perhaps it has to do with probabilities and an instinctual knowledge of them. Either way, Jamie has learned from past mistakes the dangers of relying on it too much.)
**PERSONALITY:**
Jamie is the type to hate normality – he finds that a life without change and excitement is too mundane, too stagnant for him. He chases after thrills like a dog with a stick (minus the tongue-wagging). No danger is too huge, no task impossible for the courageous Jamie Drummond!
They say that Jamie is not quite right, that he doesn't look before he leaps and charges in like a bull. He's easy-going, certainly, but that doesn't mean he is mindful of his surroundings and those in it. His closest friends are the ones who can keep up with him, and those who *can't*... well, they're not worth his interest. His utter lack of care towards his academic work (and obsession over the practical) is by no means a reflection of his intellect; however, his common sense has vanished – if it even existed in the first place.
A true extrovert, he doesn't like to be alone nor does he like to see it in others. He's also oh-so-very loud.
**BIO:**
Born into an extremely wealthy Scottish family with a good reputation for business and a notorious one for scandals, Jamie had big shoes to fill. Tutored at home in addition to his normal Primary School work throughout all of his childhood years, it wasn't an excessively happy time and he lacked the freedom most children were given; however, his parents felt it necessary – not as naturally clever as many of his brothers and sisters, a head for business had to be drilled into him.
Even so, he always noticed something was different about himself, and so did others. His parents called him a “leprechaun” for his abnormally good luck, untamed and uncontrolled when he was younger. If he desperately wanted something (like to *win*), he would – barely. His grades were consistently just above the pass mark every time, no matter where it was set at, and even waking up at the latest possible moment to go to school he would always somehow make it. It all came to a head in one particular incident at age eleven: a car accident with him as the pedestrian where he survived miraculously unscathed.
It was only when he started stretching the limits of his strange luck that it began to fail him (and as a result, he began to fail his tests). Quickly he shut it off – clearly it only 'guided' him so he still had to study, or wake up early enough to get to class – and after he grew up into a teenager, he honestly forgot all about it. It was just an overactive imagination trying to think of himself as something special, or at least, that's what he told himself.
Once enrolled in Northwood Academy on the suggestion of his aunt, he continued to pull a 'barely passing' GPA at 3.1, teeter around two tardies out of three each term, barely make curfew and survive all in all through sheer luck alone. The only thing he seems truly talented in is sports – most if not all kinds. His ability almost certainly contributes to that, without his knowledge.
**HOW YOU CAME TO THE SCHOOL:**
Enrolled from Year 1 onwards – accepted due to rich parents.
**PREFERRED DORM:**
Wells Hall
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**NAME:** Luca Seacliffe
**AGE:** 14
**YEAR:** 1st Year
**NORMAL OR SUPERNATURAL?**
A supernatural with particularly mundane talents. She is similar to the legends of the trickster, having an abnormal talent for misdirection and confusing others.
**PERSONALITY:**
Luca is, without a doubt, a girl with too few marbles and an insatiable curiosity for places considered off limits. She appears immature for her age, still caught up in the carefree imagination of childhood where pranks and magic tricks are more than enjoyable. She has not grown out of that phase, still a precocious kid with too many questions rather than a young woman supposedly on the cusp of adulthood. While intelligent, she doesn't quite understand social norms and is an unrepentant tomboy.
**BIO:**
Luca Seacliffe is the illegitimate daughter of an extremely wealthy businessman and a 'woman of loose morals' (or at least, that's what her mother calls herself) – her household was of average income at best but as an only child she did not have any competition for affection or toys. Even so, her mother was often busy; Luca amused herself from a young age with television and magic sets that were old Christmas present. By ten, she was already designing her own to emulate those she saw in the media.
She had a brief taste of fame in a local newspaper back home in Carlisle, for her winning act in a talent show and since then she had wanted more. Her mother moved to America, however, taking the young star in the making with her and allowing her brief reputation to fall into obscurity. Luca was enrolled into the Northwood Academy of Excellence for her prodigious grades; however, it came with a warning that her social skills left much to be desired.
**HOW YOU CAME TO THE SCHOOL:**
First year student this year – scholarship student.
**PREFERRED DORM:**
Dorsey Hall – she likes the mystery. |
47,763 | 1,295 | 61 | 2,167 | 1,574 | “Zaylin. Devonshire,” Zaylin responded as Amy paused. She scowled as Amy mentioned the girl who had made fun of her in the library the other day. She wiped the look away as Amy blushed, the trio slowly making their way forward in the line.
“Nah, don’t worry about it. I’m used to it.” She adjusted the strap on her shoulder. She glanced over as she noticed the girl she had met the night before, and gave a two-fingered wave. “Glad to see you made it back to campus safely.” | > Name: Ash Mareinos
>
> Appearance first (image):
> Ash has an irregular oblong red tinted birthmark just above her left knee. She has a scar on the inside of left arm where she cut it on accident while playing on some farm equipment, and another on her right knee from falling off her bike while learning how to ride. Her ears are pierced.
> (
>
> Age: 15
>
> Year: 2nd year
>
> Normal or Supernatural (as in, what are you?): Supernatural. Ash is the far descendant of water nymphs. She is the first in a very long time to show any promise. Her gifts would be control of water, ability to breath under water, she is far enough removed from the original Nymph in her line that she will not have the control over sexual desires that is common with Nymphs. She is also an excellent singer, and her parents had her classically trained.
>
> Personality: Ash is brilliant, but she doesn't apply herself. At Northwood she does the bare minimum to not get in trouble. She avoids the smaller school work as much as possible, but aces her tests with ease. She has a streak of anger that comes out when questioned about her choices. She's modest and prefers long skirts, since she can't wear pants at school. Though she always has a pair packed in case of need to climb a tree. Ash is tom-boyish and outgoing.
>
> Bio: Ash is descendant from the nymph Pareia and Minos' son Nephalion. She was raised on a ranch in Upstate New York. The ranch had a lake that she spent most of her summers in. As such her skin is tanned deeply (Don't let the photo fool you). Ash doesn't know who her ancestors are. What she knows is she's a really good swimmer and never seems to have to come for air. Her parents take a vacation to the ocean for two weeks every year, there she swims in the ocean and seems unbothered by the tides.
>
> It was during one of these trips to the ocean that one of her older brother was pulled out to sea in a riptide. Ash freaked out and swam to him, she was miraculously able to rescue her brother. He swears that the ocean obeyed her pleas for his safety, and has become very devout about her safety. They exchange letters frequently.
>
> Ash has several other brothers varying in older and younger (there are a total of 6 boys), she's a middle child. Because of all of her brother's she has grown up rather tom-boyish, she's the type to walk a fence or take a dare.
>
> Ash is nervous about the lake after last year's incident, but the draw to swim it much too strong for her to ignore it for long.
>
> How you came to the school (did you transfer or are you a Year 1 student?): She started here her first year.
>
> Preferred Dorm: Wells Hall
>
> _______________________________________
> Name: Amy Snow
>
> Appearance first (image):
> (
>
> Age: 15
>
> Year: 2nd
>
> Normal or Supernatural (as in, what are you?): Normal
>
> Personality: Not outgoing, unless it's going to the Library. She holds no resentment over being an orphan, in fact she believes that she's got it made. She has no family history to hold her back. Amy has a drive to prove herself in the classroom. She is easily found in the library. Amy is an extrovert surprisingly, so even though she revels in books Amy needs friendship. She's not daring enough to be part of Ash's group of friends, and it's clear Ash doesn't have much time for someone so stuck in her books.
>
> Bio: Amy is an orphan. She was raised in a Home, capital H and all. All she knows of her family is her name. Other than that she has never cared. She may have been raised in the Home, but she grew up in the library. She lived close enough to DC to take two buses every weekend into the city to go to the Library of Congress, and the Smithsonian. She was, by the time she was ten, considered a permanent fixture in the library.
>
> When she turned 14 one of the librarians put a stack of school applications in front of her. She filled them all out and was accepted to most (only the ones who needed more socialization in her record turned her down). Amy was told by the librarians that she was to apply all of herself to her school work and they'd pay and find scholarships for her. They want her to succeed, and she wants to show them how much she really can do. Her strength is in languages, but she isn't short in sciences or maths.
>
> Amy didn't know the girl last year, but it struck her deep. She won't have anything to do with the lake now.
>
> How you came to the school (did you transfer or are you a Year 1 student?): Came as a 1st year.
>
> Preferred Dorm: Elliot Hall
>
>
>
Accepted! |
47,764 | 1,295 | 62 | 1,250 | 1,504 | Amy Snow - The Cafeteria
Amy got her own food and waited for the other two girls. "Would you like to sit with us?" She asked a little unsure. Amy was still getting used to the idea of even having Seacliffe sit by her. "You'll have to forgive me though if you do. I spend entirely too much time talking about homework."
Back at in the Home Amy had grown up she had been told innumerable times that she was obsessed with learning and to leave the rest of the 'normal' kids alone. She had thought a school like this one she would have more of a chance of meeting people like her, but the prior year hadn't made that easy. Mostly because of rooming with Ash. Ash and her had butted heads way too much. Amy was all too happy that they barely crossed paths this year. | > !( "enter image title here")
>
>
> A rather pretty girl, Hazel is mostly known for her strange, mystical, and maybe even witchy eyes. She stands at about 5'10 and is thin and lanky, mostly due to her constant forgetfulness to eat and stay healthy. Her face is small and pale, and normally heavily made up, especially during school days. Hazel's lips are somewhat large and always curled into a pout, while her nose is small and rounded. Her eyes seem to be blue-green, and almost have a silvery appearance to them. Messy pale brown hair frames Hazel's round face, giving her a much more childish appearance. She is rarely seen in anything too fancy, oft preferring sweats and sweaters over dresses and heels, and her hair is normally held up in a large, messy bun, or loose and down to her mid-back.
>
>
> **Name:**
>
> Hazel Barwicke
>
> **Age:**
>
> 16
>
> **Year:**
>
> Third Year
>
> **Normal or Supernatural:**
>
> Clairvoyant (Unaware) - Sees the future through reflective surfaces, more so TVs and computer screens, and hears whispers through phones and during her dreams. Most of her precognition are hard to decipher and rarely wrong, but she has learned to somewhat use them to her advantage, even if she just thinks of them as mere lucky streaks. Also spiritually sensitive, and can see ghosts and other supernatural phenomena.
>
>
>
> **Personality:**
>
> Hazel is a clever and quick-witted young woman, with a sharp tongue and a direct way of approaching things. She is not afraid to speak her mind and will more times then not fight for what she believes is right before truly thinking into it. Very curious towards things that seem strange and loves to go out and adventure whenever she gets a chance. Typically cynical of most people, she is overly polite and quiet around strangers, and at times even friends, unless they are doing something outright wrong or immoral in her eyes. If that is the case, then she will not hold back on insults or reprimands until she feels it is right to stop. Over all introverted, she is easy to talk to but looses energy easily if around too many people, and after parties or large excursions she normally allows herself a day or two alone to relax and recharge. Plagued by visions and voices when both asleep and awake, Ash rarely sleeps well, and is rather forgetful. There are many times when she has forgotten to eat or speak during her daily life, which leaves her family a bit worried for her well-being.
>
> Absolutely loves poems, and has a rather clever mind. She could write music and lyrics for hours without stopping, and many times she has done exactly that. Easily stressed out, Hazel has trouble keeping calm at times, and if she gets too far into her panic she may suffer for anxiety attacks and other mildly worrying forms of panic. While she does her best to stay afloat in school, she can very quickly get discouraged if she is unable to do something as easily as she would like. Most of her stress is bore from her lack of sleep and her parents wish for her to keep doing well in school, and while some would say for her to simply take a break and nap it just isn't that easy. Excels in English and music classes, while she is relatively okay at math and science.
>
> Around TVs, phones, and other tech-related devices she is rather nervous. Her powers usually seem to filter through the slender, hole-ridden telephones or smooth, black screens of televisions, more clearly then anywhere else, so when she is close to any sort of electric based item she may hear whispers, or see images of the past or future. Her powers also filter in through still water, windows, mirrors, and dreams, and are overall very dull and hard to see and understand. She is unaware that this is even a power, instead thinking of it as her remembering something odd, like deja vu. She also seems to be sensitive to supernatural forces, and can at times see white outlines of people, or ghosts, as others would call them.
>
>
> **Bio:**
>
> Hazel was born into a normal, Thai-Irish family. She was the first (and only) child, heavily spoiled, and loved unconditionally by her doctor mother and lawyer father. Of course, due to her parents being busy with their work, she was often alone in her childhood, and though she acted like she didn't mind it kind of got to her eventually, leaving her to be a very withdrawn child. As she grew, Hazel began to notice all the people who lived in her house with them, like the man with the rope around his neck, and the children who often jumped from the railings to the foyer below while giggling hysterically. Hazel often told her parents of these people, but they brushed her off gently, calling them her "imaginary friends". And she soon began to believe they imaginary as well eventually.
>
> The first time she heard whispers of the future was when she was ten, and she was home alone playing with her dad's old guitar. The phone rang suddenly from the kitchen, the old white land line phone that had been broken for the passed three weeks, and Hazel answered with slight hesitance. On the other end, whispers, excited and certain, filtered through and filled her mind with images. She saw a cat, a bad test grade, and an unfamiliar, sobbing child. So surprised by these images, Hazel dropped the phone and fell back, yelling out in fear as the images took over her mind and caused a massive headache. She was bedridden for two days, and when she finally was able to walk and talk without getting a migraine and a nosebleed she returned to school. On her way, though, she was caught up by the most adorable, yet familiar looking cat. She spent a few minutes trying to coax it forward before continuing on her way. In her second period science class, there was a sudden quiz, which she didn't do too well on, receiving a low seventy as a grade, and during recess, the new kid was being harshly bullied. Hazel witnessed all of this, feeling such a heavy sense of deja vu that she almost felt sick.
>
> These odd phenomena continued happening, well into her middle school and then high school life, though she merely brushed them off as sleep-deprived hallucinations/lucky guesses. She was eventually enrolled into the Northwood Academy, and she transferred in during her sophomore year of high school.
>
> **How You Came to the School:**
>
> Transfer
>
> **Preferred Dorm:**
>
> Dorsey Hall
>
Accepted! |
47,765 | 1,295 | 63 | 2,167 | 1,574 | Zaylin followed Amy’s lead as she grabbed her own food, the voices in the cafeteria growing louder as more students filtered in. Zaylin scowled as the echoes irritated her fairly sensitive hearing. Taking a deep breath, she did her best to shake the remaining cobwebs of sleep from her mind and tune the noise out, as she had long since taught herself to do.
Zaylin stopped beside Amy, a little surprised at the girl’s offer to sit with them. “Yeah, sure.”
“I spend entirely too much time talking about homework.”
Zaylin chuckled. “I think I can deal with that. It’ll be a nice change.” She glanced around the cafeteria. “Does there work for you?” She nodded to an empty table near an outside window. | > Name: Ash Mareinos
>
> Appearance first (image):
> Ash has an irregular oblong red tinted birthmark just above her left knee. She has a scar on the inside of left arm where she cut it on accident while playing on some farm equipment, and another on her right knee from falling off her bike while learning how to ride. Her ears are pierced.
> (
>
> Age: 15
>
> Year: 2nd year
>
> Normal or Supernatural (as in, what are you?): Supernatural. Ash is the far descendant of water nymphs. She is the first in a very long time to show any promise. Her gifts would be control of water, ability to breath under water, she is far enough removed from the original Nymph in her line that she will not have the control over sexual desires that is common with Nymphs. She is also an excellent singer, and her parents had her classically trained.
>
> Personality: Ash is brilliant, but she doesn't apply herself. At Northwood she does the bare minimum to not get in trouble. She avoids the smaller school work as much as possible, but aces her tests with ease. She has a streak of anger that comes out when questioned about her choices. She's modest and prefers long skirts, since she can't wear pants at school. Though she always has a pair packed in case of need to climb a tree. Ash is tom-boyish and outgoing.
>
> Bio: Ash is descendant from the nymph Pareia and Minos' son Nephalion. She was raised on a ranch in Upstate New York. The ranch had a lake that she spent most of her summers in. As such her skin is tanned deeply (Don't let the photo fool you). Ash doesn't know who her ancestors are. What she knows is she's a really good swimmer and never seems to have to come for air. Her parents take a vacation to the ocean for two weeks every year, there she swims in the ocean and seems unbothered by the tides.
>
> It was during one of these trips to the ocean that one of her older brother was pulled out to sea in a riptide. Ash freaked out and swam to him, she was miraculously able to rescue her brother. He swears that the ocean obeyed her pleas for his safety, and has become very devout about her safety. They exchange letters frequently.
>
> Ash has several other brothers varying in older and younger (there are a total of 6 boys), she's a middle child. Because of all of her brother's she has grown up rather tom-boyish, she's the type to walk a fence or take a dare.
>
> Ash is nervous about the lake after last year's incident, but the draw to swim it much too strong for her to ignore it for long.
>
> How you came to the school (did you transfer or are you a Year 1 student?): She started here her first year.
>
> Preferred Dorm: Wells Hall
>
> _______________________________________
> Name: Amy Snow
>
> Appearance first (image):
> (
>
> Age: 15
>
> Year: 2nd
>
> Normal or Supernatural (as in, what are you?): Normal
>
> Personality: Not outgoing, unless it's going to the Library. She holds no resentment over being an orphan, in fact she believes that she's got it made. She has no family history to hold her back. Amy has a drive to prove herself in the classroom. She is easily found in the library. Amy is an extrovert surprisingly, so even though she revels in books Amy needs friendship. She's not daring enough to be part of Ash's group of friends, and it's clear Ash doesn't have much time for someone so stuck in her books.
>
> Bio: Amy is an orphan. She was raised in a Home, capital H and all. All she knows of her family is her name. Other than that she has never cared. She may have been raised in the Home, but she grew up in the library. She lived close enough to DC to take two buses every weekend into the city to go to the Library of Congress, and the Smithsonian. She was, by the time she was ten, considered a permanent fixture in the library.
>
> When she turned 14 one of the librarians put a stack of school applications in front of her. She filled them all out and was accepted to most (only the ones who needed more socialization in her record turned her down). Amy was told by the librarians that she was to apply all of herself to her school work and they'd pay and find scholarships for her. They want her to succeed, and she wants to show them how much she really can do. Her strength is in languages, but she isn't short in sciences or maths.
>
> Amy didn't know the girl last year, but it struck her deep. She won't have anything to do with the lake now.
>
> How you came to the school (did you transfer or are you a Year 1 student?): Came as a 1st year.
>
> Preferred Dorm: Elliot Hall
>
>
>
Accepted! |
47,766 | 1,295 | 64 | 1,250 | 1,504 | Amy Snow
"Works for me." Amy took a seat near the window. She adjusted her skirt so she could sit with one leg dangled and the other tucked under it. "So what year are you in? You said you transferred here, and we don't have any classes together. I don't think." Amy furrowed her brow. She really should pay more attention to faces.
Amy shot Luca a grin, "She said she was glad to see you made it back okay. Where did you go?"
Distracted with her conversation with Luca and Zaylin, Amy didn't notice that James had entered the cafeteria. | > !( "enter image title here")
>
>
> A rather pretty girl, Hazel is mostly known for her strange, mystical, and maybe even witchy eyes. She stands at about 5'10 and is thin and lanky, mostly due to her constant forgetfulness to eat and stay healthy. Her face is small and pale, and normally heavily made up, especially during school days. Hazel's lips are somewhat large and always curled into a pout, while her nose is small and rounded. Her eyes seem to be blue-green, and almost have a silvery appearance to them. Messy pale brown hair frames Hazel's round face, giving her a much more childish appearance. She is rarely seen in anything too fancy, oft preferring sweats and sweaters over dresses and heels, and her hair is normally held up in a large, messy bun, or loose and down to her mid-back.
>
>
> **Name:**
>
> Hazel Barwicke
>
> **Age:**
>
> 16
>
> **Year:**
>
> Third Year
>
> **Normal or Supernatural:**
>
> Clairvoyant (Unaware) - Sees the future through reflective surfaces, more so TVs and computer screens, and hears whispers through phones and during her dreams. Most of her precognition are hard to decipher and rarely wrong, but she has learned to somewhat use them to her advantage, even if she just thinks of them as mere lucky streaks. Also spiritually sensitive, and can see ghosts and other supernatural phenomena.
>
>
>
> **Personality:**
>
> Hazel is a clever and quick-witted young woman, with a sharp tongue and a direct way of approaching things. She is not afraid to speak her mind and will more times then not fight for what she believes is right before truly thinking into it. Very curious towards things that seem strange and loves to go out and adventure whenever she gets a chance. Typically cynical of most people, she is overly polite and quiet around strangers, and at times even friends, unless they are doing something outright wrong or immoral in her eyes. If that is the case, then she will not hold back on insults or reprimands until she feels it is right to stop. Over all introverted, she is easy to talk to but looses energy easily if around too many people, and after parties or large excursions she normally allows herself a day or two alone to relax and recharge. Plagued by visions and voices when both asleep and awake, Ash rarely sleeps well, and is rather forgetful. There are many times when she has forgotten to eat or speak during her daily life, which leaves her family a bit worried for her well-being.
>
> Absolutely loves poems, and has a rather clever mind. She could write music and lyrics for hours without stopping, and many times she has done exactly that. Easily stressed out, Hazel has trouble keeping calm at times, and if she gets too far into her panic she may suffer for anxiety attacks and other mildly worrying forms of panic. While she does her best to stay afloat in school, she can very quickly get discouraged if she is unable to do something as easily as she would like. Most of her stress is bore from her lack of sleep and her parents wish for her to keep doing well in school, and while some would say for her to simply take a break and nap it just isn't that easy. Excels in English and music classes, while she is relatively okay at math and science.
>
> Around TVs, phones, and other tech-related devices she is rather nervous. Her powers usually seem to filter through the slender, hole-ridden telephones or smooth, black screens of televisions, more clearly then anywhere else, so when she is close to any sort of electric based item she may hear whispers, or see images of the past or future. Her powers also filter in through still water, windows, mirrors, and dreams, and are overall very dull and hard to see and understand. She is unaware that this is even a power, instead thinking of it as her remembering something odd, like deja vu. She also seems to be sensitive to supernatural forces, and can at times see white outlines of people, or ghosts, as others would call them.
>
>
> **Bio:**
>
> Hazel was born into a normal, Thai-Irish family. She was the first (and only) child, heavily spoiled, and loved unconditionally by her doctor mother and lawyer father. Of course, due to her parents being busy with their work, she was often alone in her childhood, and though she acted like she didn't mind it kind of got to her eventually, leaving her to be a very withdrawn child. As she grew, Hazel began to notice all the people who lived in her house with them, like the man with the rope around his neck, and the children who often jumped from the railings to the foyer below while giggling hysterically. Hazel often told her parents of these people, but they brushed her off gently, calling them her "imaginary friends". And she soon began to believe they imaginary as well eventually.
>
> The first time she heard whispers of the future was when she was ten, and she was home alone playing with her dad's old guitar. The phone rang suddenly from the kitchen, the old white land line phone that had been broken for the passed three weeks, and Hazel answered with slight hesitance. On the other end, whispers, excited and certain, filtered through and filled her mind with images. She saw a cat, a bad test grade, and an unfamiliar, sobbing child. So surprised by these images, Hazel dropped the phone and fell back, yelling out in fear as the images took over her mind and caused a massive headache. She was bedridden for two days, and when she finally was able to walk and talk without getting a migraine and a nosebleed she returned to school. On her way, though, she was caught up by the most adorable, yet familiar looking cat. She spent a few minutes trying to coax it forward before continuing on her way. In her second period science class, there was a sudden quiz, which she didn't do too well on, receiving a low seventy as a grade, and during recess, the new kid was being harshly bullied. Hazel witnessed all of this, feeling such a heavy sense of deja vu that she almost felt sick.
>
> These odd phenomena continued happening, well into her middle school and then high school life, though she merely brushed them off as sleep-deprived hallucinations/lucky guesses. She was eventually enrolled into the Northwood Academy, and she transferred in during her sophomore year of high school.
>
> **How You Came to the School:**
>
> Transfer
>
> **Preferred Dorm:**
>
> Dorsey Hall
>
Accepted! |
47,767 | 1,295 | 65 | 2,167 | 1,574 | Zaylin walked in front of Amy to the table and sat down across from Amy. She let her bag slip from her shoulder to the floor as she sat her plate on the table. “No, I don’t recognize you from any of my classes, either. I’m a third year. You?”
Jabbing a sausage with a fork as Amy addressed Luca, Zaylin paused, realizing she probably should not have mentioned anything regarding their lake-side meeting. She looked apologetically to Luca, before turning her attention to the breakfast plate before her. | > Name: Ash Mareinos
>
> Appearance first (image):
> Ash has an irregular oblong red tinted birthmark just above her left knee. She has a scar on the inside of left arm where she cut it on accident while playing on some farm equipment, and another on her right knee from falling off her bike while learning how to ride. Her ears are pierced.
> (
>
> Age: 15
>
> Year: 2nd year
>
> Normal or Supernatural (as in, what are you?): Supernatural. Ash is the far descendant of water nymphs. She is the first in a very long time to show any promise. Her gifts would be control of water, ability to breath under water, she is far enough removed from the original Nymph in her line that she will not have the control over sexual desires that is common with Nymphs. She is also an excellent singer, and her parents had her classically trained.
>
> Personality: Ash is brilliant, but she doesn't apply herself. At Northwood she does the bare minimum to not get in trouble. She avoids the smaller school work as much as possible, but aces her tests with ease. She has a streak of anger that comes out when questioned about her choices. She's modest and prefers long skirts, since she can't wear pants at school. Though she always has a pair packed in case of need to climb a tree. Ash is tom-boyish and outgoing.
>
> Bio: Ash is descendant from the nymph Pareia and Minos' son Nephalion. She was raised on a ranch in Upstate New York. The ranch had a lake that she spent most of her summers in. As such her skin is tanned deeply (Don't let the photo fool you). Ash doesn't know who her ancestors are. What she knows is she's a really good swimmer and never seems to have to come for air. Her parents take a vacation to the ocean for two weeks every year, there she swims in the ocean and seems unbothered by the tides.
>
> It was during one of these trips to the ocean that one of her older brother was pulled out to sea in a riptide. Ash freaked out and swam to him, she was miraculously able to rescue her brother. He swears that the ocean obeyed her pleas for his safety, and has become very devout about her safety. They exchange letters frequently.
>
> Ash has several other brothers varying in older and younger (there are a total of 6 boys), she's a middle child. Because of all of her brother's she has grown up rather tom-boyish, she's the type to walk a fence or take a dare.
>
> Ash is nervous about the lake after last year's incident, but the draw to swim it much too strong for her to ignore it for long.
>
> How you came to the school (did you transfer or are you a Year 1 student?): She started here her first year.
>
> Preferred Dorm: Wells Hall
>
> _______________________________________
> Name: Amy Snow
>
> Appearance first (image):
> (
>
> Age: 15
>
> Year: 2nd
>
> Normal or Supernatural (as in, what are you?): Normal
>
> Personality: Not outgoing, unless it's going to the Library. She holds no resentment over being an orphan, in fact she believes that she's got it made. She has no family history to hold her back. Amy has a drive to prove herself in the classroom. She is easily found in the library. Amy is an extrovert surprisingly, so even though she revels in books Amy needs friendship. She's not daring enough to be part of Ash's group of friends, and it's clear Ash doesn't have much time for someone so stuck in her books.
>
> Bio: Amy is an orphan. She was raised in a Home, capital H and all. All she knows of her family is her name. Other than that she has never cared. She may have been raised in the Home, but she grew up in the library. She lived close enough to DC to take two buses every weekend into the city to go to the Library of Congress, and the Smithsonian. She was, by the time she was ten, considered a permanent fixture in the library.
>
> When she turned 14 one of the librarians put a stack of school applications in front of her. She filled them all out and was accepted to most (only the ones who needed more socialization in her record turned her down). Amy was told by the librarians that she was to apply all of herself to her school work and they'd pay and find scholarships for her. They want her to succeed, and she wants to show them how much she really can do. Her strength is in languages, but she isn't short in sciences or maths.
>
> Amy didn't know the girl last year, but it struck her deep. She won't have anything to do with the lake now.
>
> How you came to the school (did you transfer or are you a Year 1 student?): Came as a 1st year.
>
> Preferred Dorm: Elliot Hall
>
>
>
Accepted! |
47,768 | 1,295 | 66 | 2,469 | 329 | James Mason
James collected his food, and looked to see if Jamie had come back from soccer practice yet. Nope, he thought, Still not here. Jamie sighed, he still didn't know too many people, asides from people on the football team, and even then he didn't enjoy hanging out with them much. Jamie was really the only one who he would make an effort to talk to. James looked around and saw Amy, the girl from the library. He wanted to sit with her, but she was with her friends, and he didn't want to intrude. However, James did see an empty table next to her, and sat down on it, and started eating. | Name: Jessie (Jess) Philips.
Age: Fourteen.
Year: First.
Normal or Supernatural: Supernatural. Jess is, to put it simply, a phoenix hybrid. A human fused with the likes of mythology, Jess was born with a set of deep red feathered wings, spanning about fifteen feet. As she grew older, she acquired abilities related to that of a phoenix—immunity to fire, heightened instincts, and a signature tattoo of a crest (which had begun to form at the age of eleven) just below her left collarbone.
Personality: A girl that has otherwise embraced her inner-fire, Jess is a hot-headed, loudly spoken individual. She carries herself with confidence, and is often said to be intimidating by those around her. She is stubborn and a bit on the rough side, lacking an understanding of empathy, which ultimately leaves her with very limited company.
Bio: She has very little memory of her father, a man who had allegedly died during her earlier years, her mother claiming it had been a car crash that ended his life. However, even at an early age, Jess knew this was utterly impossible, as there was simply no way that a man with Phoenix blood coursing through his veins would have died in such a mundane incident. Jess came to the conclusion that the man had vanished—or rather, had gone to reside elsewhere with his own kind than with the likes of humans.
It was no secret, though, that Jess held abilities similar to her father. While he could wield fire and control it at his will, Jess soon realized she was immune to it. Her mother thought lowly of her abilities, longing for a child that fit in a world of normalcy. Although her mother attempted to interest her daughter in things like cooking, knitting, and playing with dolls, Jess was far too fascinated by her Phoenix heritage.
Living in Montana, where the population generally remained constant, Jess was able to fly to her heart’s content, and roam around the scattered forests surrounding her small cottage of a house. In the day time, her schedule consisted of home school, followed by piano lessons, and ‘play time’. Being that Jess was… well, different, her mother confined her lone daughter, refusing to allow her to interact with others.
Her night time schedule did not hold much adventure for young Jess. Her mother worked as a nurse on the night shift, and Jess was to return home promptly at seven o’clock each night. Jess grew exceedingly tiresome of the same routine, her years spent day in and day out abiding to her mother’s strict rules. Jess was, under no condition, a little girl any longer. She couldn’t be held hostage forever.
Days later, Jess received an ominous letter to attend a prestigious school, for she’d finally come of age. Despite her mother’s efforts to keep her home, Jess had decided to go, stating that this would be a great opportunity to be with others her age. She would be careful, as she’d spent her whole life hiding. Surely it wouldn’t be that difficult. After a long discussion, her mother finally gave in, and reluctantly permitted her daughter to go to Northwood.
How You Came To The School: Invitation. Her mother could not afford the costs, so a full scholarship was given to her.
Dorm: Dorsey Hall.
Sorry! Didn't see this until now. You are accepted. |
47,769 | 1,295 | 67 | 1,523 | 3,443 | Jamie Drummond & Luca Seacliffe
Jamie's beaming smile was insufferable – he himself knew it, as he headed into the cafeteria with the stride of a champion. Not only had he gotten a goal in against Kyle, his part-time friendly-ish rival who was, reluctant as he was to admit it, a good goalie, but it was an embarrassing one too. Even his blood was singing.
Hair still dripping wet and with what he could feel as steam still seeping into the back of his shirt from his lightning-quick shower, he tugged on the back of James Mason's chair. “Why're you sitting all alone like a nigel?” He shot a grin at Kyle who was sitting at another table – probably in agonising shame – and sat on the Mason's table, facing the gaggle of ever-so-slightly weird girls.
“Mornin', ladies,” he said. One of them was Seacliffe, who he often saw on his morning runs whenever he didn't have practice. Jamie once thought that he woke up the earliest of all the students, but apparently that wasn't the case – sometimes, he could see that girl wandering around at sun-up, before curfew broke. “Throw me an apple?”
Seacliffe did, scowling. He bit into it – it was an apple of Victory.
He could see the girl bodily turn to another girl, A-something-Snow, who once roomed with Ash, as if continuing a conversation. “I took a stroll,” Luca answered. “I was... investigating the murder site. And relaxing.” | Posted For Approval
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**NAME:** James “Jamie” Drummond
**AGE:** 16
**YEAR:** 2nd
**NORMAL OR SUPERNATURAL?**
Supernatural – “Luck” or otherwise the art of making it through something by the skin of his teeth. (Perhaps it has to do with probabilities and an instinctual knowledge of them. Either way, Jamie has learned from past mistakes the dangers of relying on it too much.)
**PERSONALITY:**
Jamie is the type to hate normality – he finds that a life without change and excitement is too mundane, too stagnant for him. He chases after thrills like a dog with a stick (minus the tongue-wagging). No danger is too huge, no task impossible for the courageous Jamie Drummond!
They say that Jamie is not quite right, that he doesn't look before he leaps and charges in like a bull. He's easy-going, certainly, but that doesn't mean he is mindful of his surroundings and those in it. His closest friends are the ones who can keep up with him, and those who *can't*... well, they're not worth his interest. His utter lack of care towards his academic work (and obsession over the practical) is by no means a reflection of his intellect; however, his common sense has vanished – if it even existed in the first place.
A true extrovert, he doesn't like to be alone nor does he like to see it in others. He's also oh-so-very loud.
**BIO:**
Born into an extremely wealthy Scottish family with a good reputation for business and a notorious one for scandals, Jamie had big shoes to fill. Tutored at home in addition to his normal Primary School work throughout all of his childhood years, it wasn't an excessively happy time and he lacked the freedom most children were given; however, his parents felt it necessary – not as naturally clever as many of his brothers and sisters, a head for business had to be drilled into him.
Even so, he always noticed something was different about himself, and so did others. His parents called him a “leprechaun” for his abnormally good luck, untamed and uncontrolled when he was younger. If he desperately wanted something (like to *win*), he would – barely. His grades were consistently just above the pass mark every time, no matter where it was set at, and even waking up at the latest possible moment to go to school he would always somehow make it. It all came to a head in one particular incident at age eleven: a car accident with him as the pedestrian where he survived miraculously unscathed.
It was only when he started stretching the limits of his strange luck that it began to fail him (and as a result, he began to fail his tests). Quickly he shut it off – clearly it only 'guided' him so he still had to study, or wake up early enough to get to class – and after he grew up into a teenager, he honestly forgot all about it. It was just an overactive imagination trying to think of himself as something special, or at least, that's what he told himself.
Once enrolled in Northwood Academy on the suggestion of his aunt, he continued to pull a 'barely passing' GPA at 3.1, teeter around two tardies out of three each term, barely make curfew and survive all in all through sheer luck alone. The only thing he seems truly talented in is sports – most if not all kinds. His ability almost certainly contributes to that, without his knowledge.
**HOW YOU CAME TO THE SCHOOL:**
Enrolled from Year 1 onwards – accepted due to rich parents.
**PREFERRED DORM:**
Wells Hall
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**NAME:** Luca Seacliffe
**AGE:** 14
**YEAR:** 1st Year
**NORMAL OR SUPERNATURAL?**
A supernatural with particularly mundane talents. She is similar to the legends of the trickster, having an abnormal talent for misdirection and confusing others.
**PERSONALITY:**
Luca is, without a doubt, a girl with too few marbles and an insatiable curiosity for places considered off limits. She appears immature for her age, still caught up in the carefree imagination of childhood where pranks and magic tricks are more than enjoyable. She has not grown out of that phase, still a precocious kid with too many questions rather than a young woman supposedly on the cusp of adulthood. While intelligent, she doesn't quite understand social norms and is an unrepentant tomboy.
**BIO:**
Luca Seacliffe is the illegitimate daughter of an extremely wealthy businessman and a 'woman of loose morals' (or at least, that's what her mother calls herself) – her household was of average income at best but as an only child she did not have any competition for affection or toys. Even so, her mother was often busy; Luca amused herself from a young age with television and magic sets that were old Christmas present. By ten, she was already designing her own to emulate those she saw in the media.
She had a brief taste of fame in a local newspaper back home in Carlisle, for her winning act in a talent show and since then she had wanted more. Her mother moved to America, however, taking the young star in the making with her and allowing her brief reputation to fall into obscurity. Luca was enrolled into the Northwood Academy of Excellence for her prodigious grades; however, it came with a warning that her social skills left much to be desired.
**HOW YOU CAME TO THE SCHOOL:**
First year student this year – scholarship student.
**PREFERRED DORM:**
Dorsey Hall – she likes the mystery. |
47,770 | 1,295 | 68 | 1,250 | 1,504 | James Mason
James noticed that Jamie had arrived, and when he asked why he was sitting alone, he simply replied, "Waiting for you, not much else to do."
James wondered if he should make more friends, but he had Jamie, and that was good enough for him. Anyway, he thought to himself, I'm trying to get with that girl, Amy.
James looked into his food, moving it about with his fork, occasionally taking one or two bites. He didn't feel too well, but wanted to make sure that he had enough energy for the day. | > !( "enter image title here")
>
>
> A rather pretty girl, Hazel is mostly known for her strange, mystical, and maybe even witchy eyes. She stands at about 5'10 and is thin and lanky, mostly due to her constant forgetfulness to eat and stay healthy. Her face is small and pale, and normally heavily made up, especially during school days. Hazel's lips are somewhat large and always curled into a pout, while her nose is small and rounded. Her eyes seem to be blue-green, and almost have a silvery appearance to them. Messy pale brown hair frames Hazel's round face, giving her a much more childish appearance. She is rarely seen in anything too fancy, oft preferring sweats and sweaters over dresses and heels, and her hair is normally held up in a large, messy bun, or loose and down to her mid-back.
>
>
> **Name:**
>
> Hazel Barwicke
>
> **Age:**
>
> 16
>
> **Year:**
>
> Third Year
>
> **Normal or Supernatural:**
>
> Clairvoyant (Unaware) - Sees the future through reflective surfaces, more so TVs and computer screens, and hears whispers through phones and during her dreams. Most of her precognition are hard to decipher and rarely wrong, but she has learned to somewhat use them to her advantage, even if she just thinks of them as mere lucky streaks. Also spiritually sensitive, and can see ghosts and other supernatural phenomena.
>
>
>
> **Personality:**
>
> Hazel is a clever and quick-witted young woman, with a sharp tongue and a direct way of approaching things. She is not afraid to speak her mind and will more times then not fight for what she believes is right before truly thinking into it. Very curious towards things that seem strange and loves to go out and adventure whenever she gets a chance. Typically cynical of most people, she is overly polite and quiet around strangers, and at times even friends, unless they are doing something outright wrong or immoral in her eyes. If that is the case, then she will not hold back on insults or reprimands until she feels it is right to stop. Over all introverted, she is easy to talk to but looses energy easily if around too many people, and after parties or large excursions she normally allows herself a day or two alone to relax and recharge. Plagued by visions and voices when both asleep and awake, Ash rarely sleeps well, and is rather forgetful. There are many times when she has forgotten to eat or speak during her daily life, which leaves her family a bit worried for her well-being.
>
> Absolutely loves poems, and has a rather clever mind. She could write music and lyrics for hours without stopping, and many times she has done exactly that. Easily stressed out, Hazel has trouble keeping calm at times, and if she gets too far into her panic she may suffer for anxiety attacks and other mildly worrying forms of panic. While she does her best to stay afloat in school, she can very quickly get discouraged if she is unable to do something as easily as she would like. Most of her stress is bore from her lack of sleep and her parents wish for her to keep doing well in school, and while some would say for her to simply take a break and nap it just isn't that easy. Excels in English and music classes, while she is relatively okay at math and science.
>
> Around TVs, phones, and other tech-related devices she is rather nervous. Her powers usually seem to filter through the slender, hole-ridden telephones or smooth, black screens of televisions, more clearly then anywhere else, so when she is close to any sort of electric based item she may hear whispers, or see images of the past or future. Her powers also filter in through still water, windows, mirrors, and dreams, and are overall very dull and hard to see and understand. She is unaware that this is even a power, instead thinking of it as her remembering something odd, like deja vu. She also seems to be sensitive to supernatural forces, and can at times see white outlines of people, or ghosts, as others would call them.
>
>
> **Bio:**
>
> Hazel was born into a normal, Thai-Irish family. She was the first (and only) child, heavily spoiled, and loved unconditionally by her doctor mother and lawyer father. Of course, due to her parents being busy with their work, she was often alone in her childhood, and though she acted like she didn't mind it kind of got to her eventually, leaving her to be a very withdrawn child. As she grew, Hazel began to notice all the people who lived in her house with them, like the man with the rope around his neck, and the children who often jumped from the railings to the foyer below while giggling hysterically. Hazel often told her parents of these people, but they brushed her off gently, calling them her "imaginary friends". And she soon began to believe they imaginary as well eventually.
>
> The first time she heard whispers of the future was when she was ten, and she was home alone playing with her dad's old guitar. The phone rang suddenly from the kitchen, the old white land line phone that had been broken for the passed three weeks, and Hazel answered with slight hesitance. On the other end, whispers, excited and certain, filtered through and filled her mind with images. She saw a cat, a bad test grade, and an unfamiliar, sobbing child. So surprised by these images, Hazel dropped the phone and fell back, yelling out in fear as the images took over her mind and caused a massive headache. She was bedridden for two days, and when she finally was able to walk and talk without getting a migraine and a nosebleed she returned to school. On her way, though, she was caught up by the most adorable, yet familiar looking cat. She spent a few minutes trying to coax it forward before continuing on her way. In her second period science class, there was a sudden quiz, which she didn't do too well on, receiving a low seventy as a grade, and during recess, the new kid was being harshly bullied. Hazel witnessed all of this, feeling such a heavy sense of deja vu that she almost felt sick.
>
> These odd phenomena continued happening, well into her middle school and then high school life, though she merely brushed them off as sleep-deprived hallucinations/lucky guesses. She was eventually enrolled into the Northwood Academy, and she transferred in during her sophomore year of high school.
>
> **How You Came to the School:**
>
> Transfer
>
> **Preferred Dorm:**
>
> Dorsey Hall
>
Accepted! |
47,771 | 1,295 | 69 | 2,167 | 1,574 | Movement from a table nearby caught Zaylin’s attention just before a boy she did not recognize requested an apple, which Luca tossed to him.
She looked at Amy curiously as she noticed the girl turn her back toward another who sat at the table near them, taking a moment to glance at the girl who had caused Amy's reaction.
Zaylin swallowed her mouthful of food and looked slowly from Amy to Luca. “I’ve heard about that murder... Not that the entire school doesn’t know about it, or anything." She paused. "You know,” -- she pointed the prongs of her fork toward Luca -- “I never did get your name.” | > Name: Ash Mareinos
>
> Appearance first (image):
> Ash has an irregular oblong red tinted birthmark just above her left knee. She has a scar on the inside of left arm where she cut it on accident while playing on some farm equipment, and another on her right knee from falling off her bike while learning how to ride. Her ears are pierced.
> (
>
> Age: 15
>
> Year: 2nd year
>
> Normal or Supernatural (as in, what are you?): Supernatural. Ash is the far descendant of water nymphs. She is the first in a very long time to show any promise. Her gifts would be control of water, ability to breath under water, she is far enough removed from the original Nymph in her line that she will not have the control over sexual desires that is common with Nymphs. She is also an excellent singer, and her parents had her classically trained.
>
> Personality: Ash is brilliant, but she doesn't apply herself. At Northwood she does the bare minimum to not get in trouble. She avoids the smaller school work as much as possible, but aces her tests with ease. She has a streak of anger that comes out when questioned about her choices. She's modest and prefers long skirts, since she can't wear pants at school. Though she always has a pair packed in case of need to climb a tree. Ash is tom-boyish and outgoing.
>
> Bio: Ash is descendant from the nymph Pareia and Minos' son Nephalion. She was raised on a ranch in Upstate New York. The ranch had a lake that she spent most of her summers in. As such her skin is tanned deeply (Don't let the photo fool you). Ash doesn't know who her ancestors are. What she knows is she's a really good swimmer and never seems to have to come for air. Her parents take a vacation to the ocean for two weeks every year, there she swims in the ocean and seems unbothered by the tides.
>
> It was during one of these trips to the ocean that one of her older brother was pulled out to sea in a riptide. Ash freaked out and swam to him, she was miraculously able to rescue her brother. He swears that the ocean obeyed her pleas for his safety, and has become very devout about her safety. They exchange letters frequently.
>
> Ash has several other brothers varying in older and younger (there are a total of 6 boys), she's a middle child. Because of all of her brother's she has grown up rather tom-boyish, she's the type to walk a fence or take a dare.
>
> Ash is nervous about the lake after last year's incident, but the draw to swim it much too strong for her to ignore it for long.
>
> How you came to the school (did you transfer or are you a Year 1 student?): She started here her first year.
>
> Preferred Dorm: Wells Hall
>
> _______________________________________
> Name: Amy Snow
>
> Appearance first (image):
> (
>
> Age: 15
>
> Year: 2nd
>
> Normal or Supernatural (as in, what are you?): Normal
>
> Personality: Not outgoing, unless it's going to the Library. She holds no resentment over being an orphan, in fact she believes that she's got it made. She has no family history to hold her back. Amy has a drive to prove herself in the classroom. She is easily found in the library. Amy is an extrovert surprisingly, so even though she revels in books Amy needs friendship. She's not daring enough to be part of Ash's group of friends, and it's clear Ash doesn't have much time for someone so stuck in her books.
>
> Bio: Amy is an orphan. She was raised in a Home, capital H and all. All she knows of her family is her name. Other than that she has never cared. She may have been raised in the Home, but she grew up in the library. She lived close enough to DC to take two buses every weekend into the city to go to the Library of Congress, and the Smithsonian. She was, by the time she was ten, considered a permanent fixture in the library.
>
> When she turned 14 one of the librarians put a stack of school applications in front of her. She filled them all out and was accepted to most (only the ones who needed more socialization in her record turned her down). Amy was told by the librarians that she was to apply all of herself to her school work and they'd pay and find scholarships for her. They want her to succeed, and she wants to show them how much she really can do. Her strength is in languages, but she isn't short in sciences or maths.
>
> Amy didn't know the girl last year, but it struck her deep. She won't have anything to do with the lake now.
>
> How you came to the school (did you transfer or are you a Year 1 student?): Came as a 1st year.
>
> Preferred Dorm: Elliot Hall
>
>
>
Accepted! |
47,772 | 1,295 | 70 | 1,250 | 1,504 | Be glad you weren't here last year. Amy told Zaylin. "Everyone was talking about it non-stop. It made the whole atmosphere of the school impossible to deal with. A lot of students left and never came back." Amy didn't add that she was almost one of those students. She had been so close to asking the Librarians back home to let her switch schools.
"And they most annoyingly made it nearly impossible to be at the lake." Ash lamented, neither of the girls looked at each other. Amy rolled her eyes, but didn't say anything to Ash. | > !( "enter image title here")
>
>
> A rather pretty girl, Hazel is mostly known for her strange, mystical, and maybe even witchy eyes. She stands at about 5'10 and is thin and lanky, mostly due to her constant forgetfulness to eat and stay healthy. Her face is small and pale, and normally heavily made up, especially during school days. Hazel's lips are somewhat large and always curled into a pout, while her nose is small and rounded. Her eyes seem to be blue-green, and almost have a silvery appearance to them. Messy pale brown hair frames Hazel's round face, giving her a much more childish appearance. She is rarely seen in anything too fancy, oft preferring sweats and sweaters over dresses and heels, and her hair is normally held up in a large, messy bun, or loose and down to her mid-back.
>
>
> **Name:**
>
> Hazel Barwicke
>
> **Age:**
>
> 16
>
> **Year:**
>
> Third Year
>
> **Normal or Supernatural:**
>
> Clairvoyant (Unaware) - Sees the future through reflective surfaces, more so TVs and computer screens, and hears whispers through phones and during her dreams. Most of her precognition are hard to decipher and rarely wrong, but she has learned to somewhat use them to her advantage, even if she just thinks of them as mere lucky streaks. Also spiritually sensitive, and can see ghosts and other supernatural phenomena.
>
>
>
> **Personality:**
>
> Hazel is a clever and quick-witted young woman, with a sharp tongue and a direct way of approaching things. She is not afraid to speak her mind and will more times then not fight for what she believes is right before truly thinking into it. Very curious towards things that seem strange and loves to go out and adventure whenever she gets a chance. Typically cynical of most people, she is overly polite and quiet around strangers, and at times even friends, unless they are doing something outright wrong or immoral in her eyes. If that is the case, then she will not hold back on insults or reprimands until she feels it is right to stop. Over all introverted, she is easy to talk to but looses energy easily if around too many people, and after parties or large excursions she normally allows herself a day or two alone to relax and recharge. Plagued by visions and voices when both asleep and awake, Ash rarely sleeps well, and is rather forgetful. There are many times when she has forgotten to eat or speak during her daily life, which leaves her family a bit worried for her well-being.
>
> Absolutely loves poems, and has a rather clever mind. She could write music and lyrics for hours without stopping, and many times she has done exactly that. Easily stressed out, Hazel has trouble keeping calm at times, and if she gets too far into her panic she may suffer for anxiety attacks and other mildly worrying forms of panic. While she does her best to stay afloat in school, she can very quickly get discouraged if she is unable to do something as easily as she would like. Most of her stress is bore from her lack of sleep and her parents wish for her to keep doing well in school, and while some would say for her to simply take a break and nap it just isn't that easy. Excels in English and music classes, while she is relatively okay at math and science.
>
> Around TVs, phones, and other tech-related devices she is rather nervous. Her powers usually seem to filter through the slender, hole-ridden telephones or smooth, black screens of televisions, more clearly then anywhere else, so when she is close to any sort of electric based item she may hear whispers, or see images of the past or future. Her powers also filter in through still water, windows, mirrors, and dreams, and are overall very dull and hard to see and understand. She is unaware that this is even a power, instead thinking of it as her remembering something odd, like deja vu. She also seems to be sensitive to supernatural forces, and can at times see white outlines of people, or ghosts, as others would call them.
>
>
> **Bio:**
>
> Hazel was born into a normal, Thai-Irish family. She was the first (and only) child, heavily spoiled, and loved unconditionally by her doctor mother and lawyer father. Of course, due to her parents being busy with their work, she was often alone in her childhood, and though she acted like she didn't mind it kind of got to her eventually, leaving her to be a very withdrawn child. As she grew, Hazel began to notice all the people who lived in her house with them, like the man with the rope around his neck, and the children who often jumped from the railings to the foyer below while giggling hysterically. Hazel often told her parents of these people, but they brushed her off gently, calling them her "imaginary friends". And she soon began to believe they imaginary as well eventually.
>
> The first time she heard whispers of the future was when she was ten, and she was home alone playing with her dad's old guitar. The phone rang suddenly from the kitchen, the old white land line phone that had been broken for the passed three weeks, and Hazel answered with slight hesitance. On the other end, whispers, excited and certain, filtered through and filled her mind with images. She saw a cat, a bad test grade, and an unfamiliar, sobbing child. So surprised by these images, Hazel dropped the phone and fell back, yelling out in fear as the images took over her mind and caused a massive headache. She was bedridden for two days, and when she finally was able to walk and talk without getting a migraine and a nosebleed she returned to school. On her way, though, she was caught up by the most adorable, yet familiar looking cat. She spent a few minutes trying to coax it forward before continuing on her way. In her second period science class, there was a sudden quiz, which she didn't do too well on, receiving a low seventy as a grade, and during recess, the new kid was being harshly bullied. Hazel witnessed all of this, feeling such a heavy sense of deja vu that she almost felt sick.
>
> These odd phenomena continued happening, well into her middle school and then high school life, though she merely brushed them off as sleep-deprived hallucinations/lucky guesses. She was eventually enrolled into the Northwood Academy, and she transferred in during her sophomore year of high school.
>
> **How You Came to the School:**
>
> Transfer
>
> **Preferred Dorm:**
>
> Dorsey Hall
>
Accepted! |
47,773 | 1,295 | 71 | 2,167 | 1,574 | Keeping an eye on Amy as she spoke, Zaylin shoved another forkful of food into her mouth, the topic of the conversation turning to one of greater interest than she anticipated.
“Yeah, that’s not surprising,” she said after swallowing her food. “I imagine most parents shy away from sending their kids to schools where students get murdered.” She looked over as the other girl interjected her own comment, noting as Amy rolled her eyes and the lack of concern the other girl apparently had for the dead.
“So, you’d always go to the lake, then?” Zaylin paused, debating on whether she should ask the question that begged for freedom. “Sorry if I shouldn’t ask this, so stop me if it’s inappropriate,” she began slowly, cautiously. “But did either of you… well… see her? The rumors are just insane, and I didn’t get a chance to look for any news clippings about it before I left home, so can’t sort truth from fiction.” | > Name: Ash Mareinos
>
> Appearance first (image):
> Ash has an irregular oblong red tinted birthmark just above her left knee. She has a scar on the inside of left arm where she cut it on accident while playing on some farm equipment, and another on her right knee from falling off her bike while learning how to ride. Her ears are pierced.
> (
>
> Age: 15
>
> Year: 2nd year
>
> Normal or Supernatural (as in, what are you?): Supernatural. Ash is the far descendant of water nymphs. She is the first in a very long time to show any promise. Her gifts would be control of water, ability to breath under water, she is far enough removed from the original Nymph in her line that she will not have the control over sexual desires that is common with Nymphs. She is also an excellent singer, and her parents had her classically trained.
>
> Personality: Ash is brilliant, but she doesn't apply herself. At Northwood she does the bare minimum to not get in trouble. She avoids the smaller school work as much as possible, but aces her tests with ease. She has a streak of anger that comes out when questioned about her choices. She's modest and prefers long skirts, since she can't wear pants at school. Though she always has a pair packed in case of need to climb a tree. Ash is tom-boyish and outgoing.
>
> Bio: Ash is descendant from the nymph Pareia and Minos' son Nephalion. She was raised on a ranch in Upstate New York. The ranch had a lake that she spent most of her summers in. As such her skin is tanned deeply (Don't let the photo fool you). Ash doesn't know who her ancestors are. What she knows is she's a really good swimmer and never seems to have to come for air. Her parents take a vacation to the ocean for two weeks every year, there she swims in the ocean and seems unbothered by the tides.
>
> It was during one of these trips to the ocean that one of her older brother was pulled out to sea in a riptide. Ash freaked out and swam to him, she was miraculously able to rescue her brother. He swears that the ocean obeyed her pleas for his safety, and has become very devout about her safety. They exchange letters frequently.
>
> Ash has several other brothers varying in older and younger (there are a total of 6 boys), she's a middle child. Because of all of her brother's she has grown up rather tom-boyish, she's the type to walk a fence or take a dare.
>
> Ash is nervous about the lake after last year's incident, but the draw to swim it much too strong for her to ignore it for long.
>
> How you came to the school (did you transfer or are you a Year 1 student?): She started here her first year.
>
> Preferred Dorm: Wells Hall
>
> _______________________________________
> Name: Amy Snow
>
> Appearance first (image):
> (
>
> Age: 15
>
> Year: 2nd
>
> Normal or Supernatural (as in, what are you?): Normal
>
> Personality: Not outgoing, unless it's going to the Library. She holds no resentment over being an orphan, in fact she believes that she's got it made. She has no family history to hold her back. Amy has a drive to prove herself in the classroom. She is easily found in the library. Amy is an extrovert surprisingly, so even though she revels in books Amy needs friendship. She's not daring enough to be part of Ash's group of friends, and it's clear Ash doesn't have much time for someone so stuck in her books.
>
> Bio: Amy is an orphan. She was raised in a Home, capital H and all. All she knows of her family is her name. Other than that she has never cared. She may have been raised in the Home, but she grew up in the library. She lived close enough to DC to take two buses every weekend into the city to go to the Library of Congress, and the Smithsonian. She was, by the time she was ten, considered a permanent fixture in the library.
>
> When she turned 14 one of the librarians put a stack of school applications in front of her. She filled them all out and was accepted to most (only the ones who needed more socialization in her record turned her down). Amy was told by the librarians that she was to apply all of herself to her school work and they'd pay and find scholarships for her. They want her to succeed, and she wants to show them how much she really can do. Her strength is in languages, but she isn't short in sciences or maths.
>
> Amy didn't know the girl last year, but it struck her deep. She won't have anything to do with the lake now.
>
> How you came to the school (did you transfer or are you a Year 1 student?): Came as a 1st year.
>
> Preferred Dorm: Elliot Hall
>
>
>
Accepted! |
47,774 | 1,295 | 72 | 1,250 | 1,504 | Ash turned around facing Zaylin. "No I didn't only one kid here at Northwood saw her. The one who found her. Sam Rivers." She nodded over to where the boy sat by himself. Ash then took an even more dramatic tone, which Amy would have thought impossible. "He was even held for questioning by the cops." She then shrugged and turned back around "Not that anything stuck"
Amy at this point looked mortified. "Helen was a sweetheart unlike some people at this school." She said her voice biting at the tension. "You'll have to excuse me. I'm going to get a book I forgot." | > !( "enter image title here")
>
>
> A rather pretty girl, Hazel is mostly known for her strange, mystical, and maybe even witchy eyes. She stands at about 5'10 and is thin and lanky, mostly due to her constant forgetfulness to eat and stay healthy. Her face is small and pale, and normally heavily made up, especially during school days. Hazel's lips are somewhat large and always curled into a pout, while her nose is small and rounded. Her eyes seem to be blue-green, and almost have a silvery appearance to them. Messy pale brown hair frames Hazel's round face, giving her a much more childish appearance. She is rarely seen in anything too fancy, oft preferring sweats and sweaters over dresses and heels, and her hair is normally held up in a large, messy bun, or loose and down to her mid-back.
>
>
> **Name:**
>
> Hazel Barwicke
>
> **Age:**
>
> 16
>
> **Year:**
>
> Third Year
>
> **Normal or Supernatural:**
>
> Clairvoyant (Unaware) - Sees the future through reflective surfaces, more so TVs and computer screens, and hears whispers through phones and during her dreams. Most of her precognition are hard to decipher and rarely wrong, but she has learned to somewhat use them to her advantage, even if she just thinks of them as mere lucky streaks. Also spiritually sensitive, and can see ghosts and other supernatural phenomena.
>
>
>
> **Personality:**
>
> Hazel is a clever and quick-witted young woman, with a sharp tongue and a direct way of approaching things. She is not afraid to speak her mind and will more times then not fight for what she believes is right before truly thinking into it. Very curious towards things that seem strange and loves to go out and adventure whenever she gets a chance. Typically cynical of most people, she is overly polite and quiet around strangers, and at times even friends, unless they are doing something outright wrong or immoral in her eyes. If that is the case, then she will not hold back on insults or reprimands until she feels it is right to stop. Over all introverted, she is easy to talk to but looses energy easily if around too many people, and after parties or large excursions she normally allows herself a day or two alone to relax and recharge. Plagued by visions and voices when both asleep and awake, Ash rarely sleeps well, and is rather forgetful. There are many times when she has forgotten to eat or speak during her daily life, which leaves her family a bit worried for her well-being.
>
> Absolutely loves poems, and has a rather clever mind. She could write music and lyrics for hours without stopping, and many times she has done exactly that. Easily stressed out, Hazel has trouble keeping calm at times, and if she gets too far into her panic she may suffer for anxiety attacks and other mildly worrying forms of panic. While she does her best to stay afloat in school, she can very quickly get discouraged if she is unable to do something as easily as she would like. Most of her stress is bore from her lack of sleep and her parents wish for her to keep doing well in school, and while some would say for her to simply take a break and nap it just isn't that easy. Excels in English and music classes, while she is relatively okay at math and science.
>
> Around TVs, phones, and other tech-related devices she is rather nervous. Her powers usually seem to filter through the slender, hole-ridden telephones or smooth, black screens of televisions, more clearly then anywhere else, so when she is close to any sort of electric based item she may hear whispers, or see images of the past or future. Her powers also filter in through still water, windows, mirrors, and dreams, and are overall very dull and hard to see and understand. She is unaware that this is even a power, instead thinking of it as her remembering something odd, like deja vu. She also seems to be sensitive to supernatural forces, and can at times see white outlines of people, or ghosts, as others would call them.
>
>
> **Bio:**
>
> Hazel was born into a normal, Thai-Irish family. She was the first (and only) child, heavily spoiled, and loved unconditionally by her doctor mother and lawyer father. Of course, due to her parents being busy with their work, she was often alone in her childhood, and though she acted like she didn't mind it kind of got to her eventually, leaving her to be a very withdrawn child. As she grew, Hazel began to notice all the people who lived in her house with them, like the man with the rope around his neck, and the children who often jumped from the railings to the foyer below while giggling hysterically. Hazel often told her parents of these people, but they brushed her off gently, calling them her "imaginary friends". And she soon began to believe they imaginary as well eventually.
>
> The first time she heard whispers of the future was when she was ten, and she was home alone playing with her dad's old guitar. The phone rang suddenly from the kitchen, the old white land line phone that had been broken for the passed three weeks, and Hazel answered with slight hesitance. On the other end, whispers, excited and certain, filtered through and filled her mind with images. She saw a cat, a bad test grade, and an unfamiliar, sobbing child. So surprised by these images, Hazel dropped the phone and fell back, yelling out in fear as the images took over her mind and caused a massive headache. She was bedridden for two days, and when she finally was able to walk and talk without getting a migraine and a nosebleed she returned to school. On her way, though, she was caught up by the most adorable, yet familiar looking cat. She spent a few minutes trying to coax it forward before continuing on her way. In her second period science class, there was a sudden quiz, which she didn't do too well on, receiving a low seventy as a grade, and during recess, the new kid was being harshly bullied. Hazel witnessed all of this, feeling such a heavy sense of deja vu that she almost felt sick.
>
> These odd phenomena continued happening, well into her middle school and then high school life, though she merely brushed them off as sleep-deprived hallucinations/lucky guesses. She was eventually enrolled into the Northwood Academy, and she transferred in during her sophomore year of high school.
>
> **How You Came to the School:**
>
> Transfer
>
> **Preferred Dorm:**
>
> Dorsey Hall
>
Accepted! |
47,775 | 1,295 | 73 | 1,523 | 3,443 | “Oh, nothing. Just a... sweet, sweet victory. You'd have to have been there to love it.” Jamie said to Ash, amazing himself more than anyone else. Girls liked confidence, not a braggart! At least, that was what all the articles had said. He then shifted awkwardly at the overload of tension between the girls.
Catfight? Catfight.
Luca Seacliffe introduced herself to what Jamie recognised as a strange transfer student just as Amy Snow stormed off, then tilted her head quizzically to the said. “Bye, then,” she said morosely to Snow's retreating back. “I wasn't at the school last year, so I don't know anything about what happened...”
Jamie saw an opportunity to pick up where she left off. “But I was. It was sick – not that I saw it, I just heard about it, is all. Like something out of a movie.” As if realising he had nothing else to say on the matter, he turned to Ash, "Who put the sand in her– y'know?" | Posted For Approval
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**NAME:** James “Jamie” Drummond
**AGE:** 16
**YEAR:** 2nd
**NORMAL OR SUPERNATURAL?**
Supernatural – “Luck” or otherwise the art of making it through something by the skin of his teeth. (Perhaps it has to do with probabilities and an instinctual knowledge of them. Either way, Jamie has learned from past mistakes the dangers of relying on it too much.)
**PERSONALITY:**
Jamie is the type to hate normality – he finds that a life without change and excitement is too mundane, too stagnant for him. He chases after thrills like a dog with a stick (minus the tongue-wagging). No danger is too huge, no task impossible for the courageous Jamie Drummond!
They say that Jamie is not quite right, that he doesn't look before he leaps and charges in like a bull. He's easy-going, certainly, but that doesn't mean he is mindful of his surroundings and those in it. His closest friends are the ones who can keep up with him, and those who *can't*... well, they're not worth his interest. His utter lack of care towards his academic work (and obsession over the practical) is by no means a reflection of his intellect; however, his common sense has vanished – if it even existed in the first place.
A true extrovert, he doesn't like to be alone nor does he like to see it in others. He's also oh-so-very loud.
**BIO:**
Born into an extremely wealthy Scottish family with a good reputation for business and a notorious one for scandals, Jamie had big shoes to fill. Tutored at home in addition to his normal Primary School work throughout all of his childhood years, it wasn't an excessively happy time and he lacked the freedom most children were given; however, his parents felt it necessary – not as naturally clever as many of his brothers and sisters, a head for business had to be drilled into him.
Even so, he always noticed something was different about himself, and so did others. His parents called him a “leprechaun” for his abnormally good luck, untamed and uncontrolled when he was younger. If he desperately wanted something (like to *win*), he would – barely. His grades were consistently just above the pass mark every time, no matter where it was set at, and even waking up at the latest possible moment to go to school he would always somehow make it. It all came to a head in one particular incident at age eleven: a car accident with him as the pedestrian where he survived miraculously unscathed.
It was only when he started stretching the limits of his strange luck that it began to fail him (and as a result, he began to fail his tests). Quickly he shut it off – clearly it only 'guided' him so he still had to study, or wake up early enough to get to class – and after he grew up into a teenager, he honestly forgot all about it. It was just an overactive imagination trying to think of himself as something special, or at least, that's what he told himself.
Once enrolled in Northwood Academy on the suggestion of his aunt, he continued to pull a 'barely passing' GPA at 3.1, teeter around two tardies out of three each term, barely make curfew and survive all in all through sheer luck alone. The only thing he seems truly talented in is sports – most if not all kinds. His ability almost certainly contributes to that, without his knowledge.
**HOW YOU CAME TO THE SCHOOL:**
Enrolled from Year 1 onwards – accepted due to rich parents.
**PREFERRED DORM:**
Wells Hall
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**NAME:** Luca Seacliffe
**AGE:** 14
**YEAR:** 1st Year
**NORMAL OR SUPERNATURAL?**
A supernatural with particularly mundane talents. She is similar to the legends of the trickster, having an abnormal talent for misdirection and confusing others.
**PERSONALITY:**
Luca is, without a doubt, a girl with too few marbles and an insatiable curiosity for places considered off limits. She appears immature for her age, still caught up in the carefree imagination of childhood where pranks and magic tricks are more than enjoyable. She has not grown out of that phase, still a precocious kid with too many questions rather than a young woman supposedly on the cusp of adulthood. While intelligent, she doesn't quite understand social norms and is an unrepentant tomboy.
**BIO:**
Luca Seacliffe is the illegitimate daughter of an extremely wealthy businessman and a 'woman of loose morals' (or at least, that's what her mother calls herself) – her household was of average income at best but as an only child she did not have any competition for affection or toys. Even so, her mother was often busy; Luca amused herself from a young age with television and magic sets that were old Christmas present. By ten, she was already designing her own to emulate those she saw in the media.
She had a brief taste of fame in a local newspaper back home in Carlisle, for her winning act in a talent show and since then she had wanted more. Her mother moved to America, however, taking the young star in the making with her and allowing her brief reputation to fall into obscurity. Luca was enrolled into the Northwood Academy of Excellence for her prodigious grades; however, it came with a warning that her social skills left much to be desired.
**HOW YOU CAME TO THE SCHOOL:**
First year student this year – scholarship student.
**PREFERRED DORM:**
Dorsey Hall – she likes the mystery. |
47,776 | 1,295 | 74 | 1,250 | 1,504 | Oh she's probably freaked out about some exam and a teacher giving her an A minus on a paper. Ash rolled her own eyes and finished her breakfast in a couple bites. Then turned to Zaylin, "If you want facts about Schwartz, ask Rivers. Everything else is rumor and hearsay. The lake won't tell it's secrets. The cops have no clues." Ash stood up picking her bag off the ground.
"We still good for tonight?" Ash asked Jamie. A hint of glee in her voice at the mere idea of sneaking off to the lake during the bonfire. The grin on Jamie's face basically answered the question for her.
"Aye." Jamie added and Ash favored him with a bright grin.
"Awesome. See you at the bonfire then. Toodles everyone." Ash gave them all a wave and walked off to her first class, even though there was still a good fifteen minutes before classes started. | > !( "enter image title here")
>
>
> A rather pretty girl, Hazel is mostly known for her strange, mystical, and maybe even witchy eyes. She stands at about 5'10 and is thin and lanky, mostly due to her constant forgetfulness to eat and stay healthy. Her face is small and pale, and normally heavily made up, especially during school days. Hazel's lips are somewhat large and always curled into a pout, while her nose is small and rounded. Her eyes seem to be blue-green, and almost have a silvery appearance to them. Messy pale brown hair frames Hazel's round face, giving her a much more childish appearance. She is rarely seen in anything too fancy, oft preferring sweats and sweaters over dresses and heels, and her hair is normally held up in a large, messy bun, or loose and down to her mid-back.
>
>
> **Name:**
>
> Hazel Barwicke
>
> **Age:**
>
> 16
>
> **Year:**
>
> Third Year
>
> **Normal or Supernatural:**
>
> Clairvoyant (Unaware) - Sees the future through reflective surfaces, more so TVs and computer screens, and hears whispers through phones and during her dreams. Most of her precognition are hard to decipher and rarely wrong, but she has learned to somewhat use them to her advantage, even if she just thinks of them as mere lucky streaks. Also spiritually sensitive, and can see ghosts and other supernatural phenomena.
>
>
>
> **Personality:**
>
> Hazel is a clever and quick-witted young woman, with a sharp tongue and a direct way of approaching things. She is not afraid to speak her mind and will more times then not fight for what she believes is right before truly thinking into it. Very curious towards things that seem strange and loves to go out and adventure whenever she gets a chance. Typically cynical of most people, she is overly polite and quiet around strangers, and at times even friends, unless they are doing something outright wrong or immoral in her eyes. If that is the case, then she will not hold back on insults or reprimands until she feels it is right to stop. Over all introverted, she is easy to talk to but looses energy easily if around too many people, and after parties or large excursions she normally allows herself a day or two alone to relax and recharge. Plagued by visions and voices when both asleep and awake, Ash rarely sleeps well, and is rather forgetful. There are many times when she has forgotten to eat or speak during her daily life, which leaves her family a bit worried for her well-being.
>
> Absolutely loves poems, and has a rather clever mind. She could write music and lyrics for hours without stopping, and many times she has done exactly that. Easily stressed out, Hazel has trouble keeping calm at times, and if she gets too far into her panic she may suffer for anxiety attacks and other mildly worrying forms of panic. While she does her best to stay afloat in school, she can very quickly get discouraged if she is unable to do something as easily as she would like. Most of her stress is bore from her lack of sleep and her parents wish for her to keep doing well in school, and while some would say for her to simply take a break and nap it just isn't that easy. Excels in English and music classes, while she is relatively okay at math and science.
>
> Around TVs, phones, and other tech-related devices she is rather nervous. Her powers usually seem to filter through the slender, hole-ridden telephones or smooth, black screens of televisions, more clearly then anywhere else, so when she is close to any sort of electric based item she may hear whispers, or see images of the past or future. Her powers also filter in through still water, windows, mirrors, and dreams, and are overall very dull and hard to see and understand. She is unaware that this is even a power, instead thinking of it as her remembering something odd, like deja vu. She also seems to be sensitive to supernatural forces, and can at times see white outlines of people, or ghosts, as others would call them.
>
>
> **Bio:**
>
> Hazel was born into a normal, Thai-Irish family. She was the first (and only) child, heavily spoiled, and loved unconditionally by her doctor mother and lawyer father. Of course, due to her parents being busy with their work, she was often alone in her childhood, and though she acted like she didn't mind it kind of got to her eventually, leaving her to be a very withdrawn child. As she grew, Hazel began to notice all the people who lived in her house with them, like the man with the rope around his neck, and the children who often jumped from the railings to the foyer below while giggling hysterically. Hazel often told her parents of these people, but they brushed her off gently, calling them her "imaginary friends". And she soon began to believe they imaginary as well eventually.
>
> The first time she heard whispers of the future was when she was ten, and she was home alone playing with her dad's old guitar. The phone rang suddenly from the kitchen, the old white land line phone that had been broken for the passed three weeks, and Hazel answered with slight hesitance. On the other end, whispers, excited and certain, filtered through and filled her mind with images. She saw a cat, a bad test grade, and an unfamiliar, sobbing child. So surprised by these images, Hazel dropped the phone and fell back, yelling out in fear as the images took over her mind and caused a massive headache. She was bedridden for two days, and when she finally was able to walk and talk without getting a migraine and a nosebleed she returned to school. On her way, though, she was caught up by the most adorable, yet familiar looking cat. She spent a few minutes trying to coax it forward before continuing on her way. In her second period science class, there was a sudden quiz, which she didn't do too well on, receiving a low seventy as a grade, and during recess, the new kid was being harshly bullied. Hazel witnessed all of this, feeling such a heavy sense of deja vu that she almost felt sick.
>
> These odd phenomena continued happening, well into her middle school and then high school life, though she merely brushed them off as sleep-deprived hallucinations/lucky guesses. She was eventually enrolled into the Northwood Academy, and she transferred in during her sophomore year of high school.
>
> **How You Came to the School:**
>
> Transfer
>
> **Preferred Dorm:**
>
> Dorsey Hall
>
Accepted! |
47,777 | 1,295 | 75 | 2,469 | 329 | Kyle Messor
Kyle listened to the conversation with noticeable, uncomfortable interest. Kyle was there when the girl died, of course. It happened weeks before she appeared by the lake. Nobody knew her fate until it was far, far too late. But they didn't even know the half of it.
Kyle, unfortunately, was in the business of knowing every excruciating detail. He is cursed in particular by his knowledge of Helen Schwartz. I've never seen something so... evil, he thought, gravely. Reluctantly, he began to reflect on what he knew of that fateful day.
The day was December 21st; early in the morning (or late at night, depending on how you see it). Schwartz had been missing for nearly a week, and everyone on campus was feeling uneasy. When Kyle woke up in the middle of a deep slumber, his first thought was that he couldn't believe he had just woken up. He was in the middle of a... dream, and he was about to – well, nevermind that, actually. Then he recognized the familiar, tugging feeling in his gut; he knew someone was about to die, and he had to be there when they did. Hurry up you dolt, the voice that Kyle hated so, so much growled in his mind. This is no time for erotic dreams.
Kyle blushed involuntarily at Death's brash statement, although it was decidedly dark in his room, and more importantly empty of anyone but him. Without another moment's delay, he strode over to the window, pushed it open, and climbed onto the ledge. Closing his eyes, the skin dissolved from his face; shadowy wings sprouted from his shoulder blades, and the shadows in his room gathered to form a matching cloak. At this point, Death mostly took over at this point, as it always does. He leaned forward, falling out the window and with a flap of his most bizarre wings, he began to fly.
"Where are we headed?" Kyle asked the voice. To a basement. Not far, it replied simply. They soared the rest of the way in silence, and when they landed Kyle could tell something was amiss. Silently, Kyle – piloted by Death – opened the basement entrance and climbed down the stairs, closing it behind him. The scene that lay before him... you'd think it was a real life horror story. And you'd then be surprised by just how correct that description turns out to be.
Lit candles on the floor formed a circle, and in the center was... oh god. It was the missing girl from school. Helen Schwartz. She was chained by the wrists and ankles to the floor, in the spread eagle position, with runes etched into her skin. Her face bore a twisted expression; it was clear she had been crying, but lost the energy to cry long ago.
And it was for good reason that she cried, for she had been subjected to the worst suffering imaginable. A human couldn't begin to understand what exactly she went through. To Kyle, though, it was clear, too clear. She had undergone severe spiritual torture. Examining her more closely, it became apparent that although her body was spread-eagle, her soul – what was left of it – was in the fetal position, begging for it all to be over.
But nobody was there to hear the begging. No, when poor little Helen died, she was very much shattered; very much alone. Kyle kneeled down and picked up her soul, and was deeply disturbed by it. She was definitely... supernatural, but... I don't know. Her soul was so fucked up when she died, I have no idea what she could possibly have been. There were runes covering what was left of her soul, the same ones etched onto her physical body. It was by far the most disturbing pickup I've ever done, Kyle thought in hindsight, sighing.
Bringing himself back to the present, Kyle attacked his breakfast, inwardly demanding that it distract him from his dark thoughts. Of course, his pancakes failed to respond, instead oozing it's maple syrup onto the plate lazily. Kyle sighed again, this time at the pathetic display of his pancakes. He turned to his bacon, hoping they would put up a more valiant effort.
His bacon didn't dissapoint. Of course, bacon could never dissapoint anyone, besides perhaps a vegetarian. Or a pig, Kyle thought dryly. Realizing he was talking to his breakfast as if it was his opponent in a duel, he shook his head, pushing the absurdity past him.
Looking up again, he found himself gazing at Jamie, and immediately he remembered his current predicament, which his predicament of the previous year had distracted him from. He offered to Jamie a cold, warning glare. Don't, he mentally warned. Of course, even as he did so Kyle knew that it would only serve to challenge him. And look where that took me last time, Kyle grumbled to himself as he began to pick at his food once more. | Name: Jessie (Jess) Philips.
Age: Fourteen.
Year: First.
Normal or Supernatural: Supernatural. Jess is, to put it simply, a phoenix hybrid. A human fused with the likes of mythology, Jess was born with a set of deep red feathered wings, spanning about fifteen feet. As she grew older, she acquired abilities related to that of a phoenix—immunity to fire, heightened instincts, and a signature tattoo of a crest (which had begun to form at the age of eleven) just below her left collarbone.
Personality: A girl that has otherwise embraced her inner-fire, Jess is a hot-headed, loudly spoken individual. She carries herself with confidence, and is often said to be intimidating by those around her. She is stubborn and a bit on the rough side, lacking an understanding of empathy, which ultimately leaves her with very limited company.
Bio: She has very little memory of her father, a man who had allegedly died during her earlier years, her mother claiming it had been a car crash that ended his life. However, even at an early age, Jess knew this was utterly impossible, as there was simply no way that a man with Phoenix blood coursing through his veins would have died in such a mundane incident. Jess came to the conclusion that the man had vanished—or rather, had gone to reside elsewhere with his own kind than with the likes of humans.
It was no secret, though, that Jess held abilities similar to her father. While he could wield fire and control it at his will, Jess soon realized she was immune to it. Her mother thought lowly of her abilities, longing for a child that fit in a world of normalcy. Although her mother attempted to interest her daughter in things like cooking, knitting, and playing with dolls, Jess was far too fascinated by her Phoenix heritage.
Living in Montana, where the population generally remained constant, Jess was able to fly to her heart’s content, and roam around the scattered forests surrounding her small cottage of a house. In the day time, her schedule consisted of home school, followed by piano lessons, and ‘play time’. Being that Jess was… well, different, her mother confined her lone daughter, refusing to allow her to interact with others.
Her night time schedule did not hold much adventure for young Jess. Her mother worked as a nurse on the night shift, and Jess was to return home promptly at seven o’clock each night. Jess grew exceedingly tiresome of the same routine, her years spent day in and day out abiding to her mother’s strict rules. Jess was, under no condition, a little girl any longer. She couldn’t be held hostage forever.
Days later, Jess received an ominous letter to attend a prestigious school, for she’d finally come of age. Despite her mother’s efforts to keep her home, Jess had decided to go, stating that this would be a great opportunity to be with others her age. She would be careful, as she’d spent her whole life hiding. Surely it wouldn’t be that difficult. After a long discussion, her mother finally gave in, and reluctantly permitted her daughter to go to Northwood.
How You Came To The School: Invitation. Her mother could not afford the costs, so a full scholarship was given to her.
Dorm: Dorsey Hall.
Sorry! Didn't see this until now. You are accepted. |
47,778 | 1,295 | 76 | 2,167 | 1,574 | Zaylin glanced to the boy that Ash mentioned as he sat eating breakfast by himself. As Ash continued speaking, Zaylin glared at her overly dramatic tone. She startled at Amy’s outburst, her attention turning to the girl as Amy stood and walked away in a huff.
She snorted at Ash’s blind thought on Amy storming off. “Or it could have something to do with your disrespect for the dead,” she said with a glower.
“Well,” she began darkly with a glance at her watch, “thanks for the info, at least.” She glanced to Luca, her expression lightening a bit. “Glad we could be officially introduced. Maybe I’ll see you at the bonfire tonight.” Picking up her own bag as Ash stood, she slung it over her shoulder. Grabbing her plate, she quickly disposed of the remaining bits of food. She paused a moment, looking between the boy, Sam Rivers, and where Amy had disappeared.
I’ll probably see him tomorrow morning, she thought, then hurried after Amy.
Catching sight of her in the halls, Zaylin followed. “Hey,” she said as she caught up. “Sorry if I initiated something back there. I didn’t mean any harm.” | > Name: Ash Mareinos
>
> Appearance first (image):
> Ash has an irregular oblong red tinted birthmark just above her left knee. She has a scar on the inside of left arm where she cut it on accident while playing on some farm equipment, and another on her right knee from falling off her bike while learning how to ride. Her ears are pierced.
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> Age: 15
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> Year: 2nd year
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> Normal or Supernatural (as in, what are you?): Supernatural. Ash is the far descendant of water nymphs. She is the first in a very long time to show any promise. Her gifts would be control of water, ability to breath under water, she is far enough removed from the original Nymph in her line that she will not have the control over sexual desires that is common with Nymphs. She is also an excellent singer, and her parents had her classically trained.
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> Personality: Ash is brilliant, but she doesn't apply herself. At Northwood she does the bare minimum to not get in trouble. She avoids the smaller school work as much as possible, but aces her tests with ease. She has a streak of anger that comes out when questioned about her choices. She's modest and prefers long skirts, since she can't wear pants at school. Though she always has a pair packed in case of need to climb a tree. Ash is tom-boyish and outgoing.
>
> Bio: Ash is descendant from the nymph Pareia and Minos' son Nephalion. She was raised on a ranch in Upstate New York. The ranch had a lake that she spent most of her summers in. As such her skin is tanned deeply (Don't let the photo fool you). Ash doesn't know who her ancestors are. What she knows is she's a really good swimmer and never seems to have to come for air. Her parents take a vacation to the ocean for two weeks every year, there she swims in the ocean and seems unbothered by the tides.
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> It was during one of these trips to the ocean that one of her older brother was pulled out to sea in a riptide. Ash freaked out and swam to him, she was miraculously able to rescue her brother. He swears that the ocean obeyed her pleas for his safety, and has become very devout about her safety. They exchange letters frequently.
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> Ash has several other brothers varying in older and younger (there are a total of 6 boys), she's a middle child. Because of all of her brother's she has grown up rather tom-boyish, she's the type to walk a fence or take a dare.
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> Ash is nervous about the lake after last year's incident, but the draw to swim it much too strong for her to ignore it for long.
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> How you came to the school (did you transfer or are you a Year 1 student?): She started here her first year.
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> Preferred Dorm: Wells Hall
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> Name: Amy Snow
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> Appearance first (image):
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> Age: 15
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> Year: 2nd
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> Normal or Supernatural (as in, what are you?): Normal
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> Personality: Not outgoing, unless it's going to the Library. She holds no resentment over being an orphan, in fact she believes that she's got it made. She has no family history to hold her back. Amy has a drive to prove herself in the classroom. She is easily found in the library. Amy is an extrovert surprisingly, so even though she revels in books Amy needs friendship. She's not daring enough to be part of Ash's group of friends, and it's clear Ash doesn't have much time for someone so stuck in her books.
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> Bio: Amy is an orphan. She was raised in a Home, capital H and all. All she knows of her family is her name. Other than that she has never cared. She may have been raised in the Home, but she grew up in the library. She lived close enough to DC to take two buses every weekend into the city to go to the Library of Congress, and the Smithsonian. She was, by the time she was ten, considered a permanent fixture in the library.
>
> When she turned 14 one of the librarians put a stack of school applications in front of her. She filled them all out and was accepted to most (only the ones who needed more socialization in her record turned her down). Amy was told by the librarians that she was to apply all of herself to her school work and they'd pay and find scholarships for her. They want her to succeed, and she wants to show them how much she really can do. Her strength is in languages, but she isn't short in sciences or maths.
>
> Amy didn't know the girl last year, but it struck her deep. She won't have anything to do with the lake now.
>
> How you came to the school (did you transfer or are you a Year 1 student?): Came as a 1st year.
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> Preferred Dorm: Elliot Hall
>
>
>
Accepted! |
47,779 | 1,295 | 77 | 1,250 | 1,504 | Oh it's not your fault. Ash and I don't get along, we used to. For the first couple of weeks of school last year, but we had a falling out. Amy explained. "She's hard to understand." She shrugged. "I'm sorry for leaving like that. It wasn't anything against you." | > !( "enter image title here")
>
>
> A rather pretty girl, Hazel is mostly known for her strange, mystical, and maybe even witchy eyes. She stands at about 5'10 and is thin and lanky, mostly due to her constant forgetfulness to eat and stay healthy. Her face is small and pale, and normally heavily made up, especially during school days. Hazel's lips are somewhat large and always curled into a pout, while her nose is small and rounded. Her eyes seem to be blue-green, and almost have a silvery appearance to them. Messy pale brown hair frames Hazel's round face, giving her a much more childish appearance. She is rarely seen in anything too fancy, oft preferring sweats and sweaters over dresses and heels, and her hair is normally held up in a large, messy bun, or loose and down to her mid-back.
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>
> **Name:**
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> Hazel Barwicke
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> **Age:**
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> 16
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> **Year:**
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> Third Year
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> **Normal or Supernatural:**
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> Clairvoyant (Unaware) - Sees the future through reflective surfaces, more so TVs and computer screens, and hears whispers through phones and during her dreams. Most of her precognition are hard to decipher and rarely wrong, but she has learned to somewhat use them to her advantage, even if she just thinks of them as mere lucky streaks. Also spiritually sensitive, and can see ghosts and other supernatural phenomena.
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>
>
> **Personality:**
>
> Hazel is a clever and quick-witted young woman, with a sharp tongue and a direct way of approaching things. She is not afraid to speak her mind and will more times then not fight for what she believes is right before truly thinking into it. Very curious towards things that seem strange and loves to go out and adventure whenever she gets a chance. Typically cynical of most people, she is overly polite and quiet around strangers, and at times even friends, unless they are doing something outright wrong or immoral in her eyes. If that is the case, then she will not hold back on insults or reprimands until she feels it is right to stop. Over all introverted, she is easy to talk to but looses energy easily if around too many people, and after parties or large excursions she normally allows herself a day or two alone to relax and recharge. Plagued by visions and voices when both asleep and awake, Ash rarely sleeps well, and is rather forgetful. There are many times when she has forgotten to eat or speak during her daily life, which leaves her family a bit worried for her well-being.
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> Absolutely loves poems, and has a rather clever mind. She could write music and lyrics for hours without stopping, and many times she has done exactly that. Easily stressed out, Hazel has trouble keeping calm at times, and if she gets too far into her panic she may suffer for anxiety attacks and other mildly worrying forms of panic. While she does her best to stay afloat in school, she can very quickly get discouraged if she is unable to do something as easily as she would like. Most of her stress is bore from her lack of sleep and her parents wish for her to keep doing well in school, and while some would say for her to simply take a break and nap it just isn't that easy. Excels in English and music classes, while she is relatively okay at math and science.
>
> Around TVs, phones, and other tech-related devices she is rather nervous. Her powers usually seem to filter through the slender, hole-ridden telephones or smooth, black screens of televisions, more clearly then anywhere else, so when she is close to any sort of electric based item she may hear whispers, or see images of the past or future. Her powers also filter in through still water, windows, mirrors, and dreams, and are overall very dull and hard to see and understand. She is unaware that this is even a power, instead thinking of it as her remembering something odd, like deja vu. She also seems to be sensitive to supernatural forces, and can at times see white outlines of people, or ghosts, as others would call them.
>
>
> **Bio:**
>
> Hazel was born into a normal, Thai-Irish family. She was the first (and only) child, heavily spoiled, and loved unconditionally by her doctor mother and lawyer father. Of course, due to her parents being busy with their work, she was often alone in her childhood, and though she acted like she didn't mind it kind of got to her eventually, leaving her to be a very withdrawn child. As she grew, Hazel began to notice all the people who lived in her house with them, like the man with the rope around his neck, and the children who often jumped from the railings to the foyer below while giggling hysterically. Hazel often told her parents of these people, but they brushed her off gently, calling them her "imaginary friends". And she soon began to believe they imaginary as well eventually.
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> The first time she heard whispers of the future was when she was ten, and she was home alone playing with her dad's old guitar. The phone rang suddenly from the kitchen, the old white land line phone that had been broken for the passed three weeks, and Hazel answered with slight hesitance. On the other end, whispers, excited and certain, filtered through and filled her mind with images. She saw a cat, a bad test grade, and an unfamiliar, sobbing child. So surprised by these images, Hazel dropped the phone and fell back, yelling out in fear as the images took over her mind and caused a massive headache. She was bedridden for two days, and when she finally was able to walk and talk without getting a migraine and a nosebleed she returned to school. On her way, though, she was caught up by the most adorable, yet familiar looking cat. She spent a few minutes trying to coax it forward before continuing on her way. In her second period science class, there was a sudden quiz, which she didn't do too well on, receiving a low seventy as a grade, and during recess, the new kid was being harshly bullied. Hazel witnessed all of this, feeling such a heavy sense of deja vu that she almost felt sick.
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> These odd phenomena continued happening, well into her middle school and then high school life, though she merely brushed them off as sleep-deprived hallucinations/lucky guesses. She was eventually enrolled into the Northwood Academy, and she transferred in during her sophomore year of high school.
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> **How You Came to the School:**
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> Transfer
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> **Preferred Dorm:**
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> Dorsey Hall
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Accepted! |
47,780 | 1,295 | 78 | 1,523 | 3,443 | Jamie
He shot a cheeky smile at Kyle followed by a knowing raise of an eyebrow – he'd retell that story for the rest of his life (or, at least until they won the football game) – and stood up from the table. “See ya, Mason. Messor.” He scratched at his jaw. “Got Philosophy. To be or not to be... a great striker.”
Jamie sauntered off to the other school building where The Arts classes were held, a stupid grin on his face. Bonfire. It'd be great.
Luca
Somewhat awkwardly, Luca left the room after the transfer student – not particularly willing to talk about football and soccer or whatever it was they did. She, unfortunately, was not going to be walking the same way that Amy did – her classes were elsewhere.
Having art first thing in the morning meant only one thing: getting covered in paint. | Posted For Approval
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**NAME:** James “Jamie” Drummond
**AGE:** 16
**YEAR:** 2nd
**NORMAL OR SUPERNATURAL?**
Supernatural – “Luck” or otherwise the art of making it through something by the skin of his teeth. (Perhaps it has to do with probabilities and an instinctual knowledge of them. Either way, Jamie has learned from past mistakes the dangers of relying on it too much.)
**PERSONALITY:**
Jamie is the type to hate normality – he finds that a life without change and excitement is too mundane, too stagnant for him. He chases after thrills like a dog with a stick (minus the tongue-wagging). No danger is too huge, no task impossible for the courageous Jamie Drummond!
They say that Jamie is not quite right, that he doesn't look before he leaps and charges in like a bull. He's easy-going, certainly, but that doesn't mean he is mindful of his surroundings and those in it. His closest friends are the ones who can keep up with him, and those who *can't*... well, they're not worth his interest. His utter lack of care towards his academic work (and obsession over the practical) is by no means a reflection of his intellect; however, his common sense has vanished – if it even existed in the first place.
A true extrovert, he doesn't like to be alone nor does he like to see it in others. He's also oh-so-very loud.
**BIO:**
Born into an extremely wealthy Scottish family with a good reputation for business and a notorious one for scandals, Jamie had big shoes to fill. Tutored at home in addition to his normal Primary School work throughout all of his childhood years, it wasn't an excessively happy time and he lacked the freedom most children were given; however, his parents felt it necessary – not as naturally clever as many of his brothers and sisters, a head for business had to be drilled into him.
Even so, he always noticed something was different about himself, and so did others. His parents called him a “leprechaun” for his abnormally good luck, untamed and uncontrolled when he was younger. If he desperately wanted something (like to *win*), he would – barely. His grades were consistently just above the pass mark every time, no matter where it was set at, and even waking up at the latest possible moment to go to school he would always somehow make it. It all came to a head in one particular incident at age eleven: a car accident with him as the pedestrian where he survived miraculously unscathed.
It was only when he started stretching the limits of his strange luck that it began to fail him (and as a result, he began to fail his tests). Quickly he shut it off – clearly it only 'guided' him so he still had to study, or wake up early enough to get to class – and after he grew up into a teenager, he honestly forgot all about it. It was just an overactive imagination trying to think of himself as something special, or at least, that's what he told himself.
Once enrolled in Northwood Academy on the suggestion of his aunt, he continued to pull a 'barely passing' GPA at 3.1, teeter around two tardies out of three each term, barely make curfew and survive all in all through sheer luck alone. The only thing he seems truly talented in is sports – most if not all kinds. His ability almost certainly contributes to that, without his knowledge.
**HOW YOU CAME TO THE SCHOOL:**
Enrolled from Year 1 onwards – accepted due to rich parents.
**PREFERRED DORM:**
Wells Hall
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**NAME:** Luca Seacliffe
**AGE:** 14
**YEAR:** 1st Year
**NORMAL OR SUPERNATURAL?**
A supernatural with particularly mundane talents. She is similar to the legends of the trickster, having an abnormal talent for misdirection and confusing others.
**PERSONALITY:**
Luca is, without a doubt, a girl with too few marbles and an insatiable curiosity for places considered off limits. She appears immature for her age, still caught up in the carefree imagination of childhood where pranks and magic tricks are more than enjoyable. She has not grown out of that phase, still a precocious kid with too many questions rather than a young woman supposedly on the cusp of adulthood. While intelligent, she doesn't quite understand social norms and is an unrepentant tomboy.
**BIO:**
Luca Seacliffe is the illegitimate daughter of an extremely wealthy businessman and a 'woman of loose morals' (or at least, that's what her mother calls herself) – her household was of average income at best but as an only child she did not have any competition for affection or toys. Even so, her mother was often busy; Luca amused herself from a young age with television and magic sets that were old Christmas present. By ten, she was already designing her own to emulate those she saw in the media.
She had a brief taste of fame in a local newspaper back home in Carlisle, for her winning act in a talent show and since then she had wanted more. Her mother moved to America, however, taking the young star in the making with her and allowing her brief reputation to fall into obscurity. Luca was enrolled into the Northwood Academy of Excellence for her prodigious grades; however, it came with a warning that her social skills left much to be desired.
**HOW YOU CAME TO THE SCHOOL:**
First year student this year – scholarship student.
**PREFERRED DORM:**
Dorsey Hall – she likes the mystery. |
47,781 | 1,295 | 79 | 2,469 | 329 | Kyle Messor
"Definitely not to be!" Kyle called to Jamie as he left, genuinely surprised that that was all Jamie had to say... for now.
Finished with his breakfast, Kyle stood up and left, heading for his first class. As he walked out, he quietly withdrew back into his shell – only with his few friends did he act, well, normal. Otherwise, he was the kid who sat in the back of the room, only speaking when spoken to and socializing as little as possible. He knew it isn't how he should be, how he was before... everything changed. But what can he do? When you see some of the things that he sees, you wouldn't want to have friends either, and risk them vanishing from his life, never to be seen again. To collect the soul of someone you care about... that's something Kyle doesn't ever want to do again. | Name: Jessie (Jess) Philips.
Age: Fourteen.
Year: First.
Normal or Supernatural: Supernatural. Jess is, to put it simply, a phoenix hybrid. A human fused with the likes of mythology, Jess was born with a set of deep red feathered wings, spanning about fifteen feet. As she grew older, she acquired abilities related to that of a phoenix—immunity to fire, heightened instincts, and a signature tattoo of a crest (which had begun to form at the age of eleven) just below her left collarbone.
Personality: A girl that has otherwise embraced her inner-fire, Jess is a hot-headed, loudly spoken individual. She carries herself with confidence, and is often said to be intimidating by those around her. She is stubborn and a bit on the rough side, lacking an understanding of empathy, which ultimately leaves her with very limited company.
Bio: She has very little memory of her father, a man who had allegedly died during her earlier years, her mother claiming it had been a car crash that ended his life. However, even at an early age, Jess knew this was utterly impossible, as there was simply no way that a man with Phoenix blood coursing through his veins would have died in such a mundane incident. Jess came to the conclusion that the man had vanished—or rather, had gone to reside elsewhere with his own kind than with the likes of humans.
It was no secret, though, that Jess held abilities similar to her father. While he could wield fire and control it at his will, Jess soon realized she was immune to it. Her mother thought lowly of her abilities, longing for a child that fit in a world of normalcy. Although her mother attempted to interest her daughter in things like cooking, knitting, and playing with dolls, Jess was far too fascinated by her Phoenix heritage.
Living in Montana, where the population generally remained constant, Jess was able to fly to her heart’s content, and roam around the scattered forests surrounding her small cottage of a house. In the day time, her schedule consisted of home school, followed by piano lessons, and ‘play time’. Being that Jess was… well, different, her mother confined her lone daughter, refusing to allow her to interact with others.
Her night time schedule did not hold much adventure for young Jess. Her mother worked as a nurse on the night shift, and Jess was to return home promptly at seven o’clock each night. Jess grew exceedingly tiresome of the same routine, her years spent day in and day out abiding to her mother’s strict rules. Jess was, under no condition, a little girl any longer. She couldn’t be held hostage forever.
Days later, Jess received an ominous letter to attend a prestigious school, for she’d finally come of age. Despite her mother’s efforts to keep her home, Jess had decided to go, stating that this would be a great opportunity to be with others her age. She would be careful, as she’d spent her whole life hiding. Surely it wouldn’t be that difficult. After a long discussion, her mother finally gave in, and reluctantly permitted her daughter to go to Northwood.
How You Came To The School: Invitation. Her mother could not afford the costs, so a full scholarship was given to her.
Dorm: Dorsey Hall.
Sorry! Didn't see this until now. You are accepted. |
47,782 | 1,295 | 80 | 1,250 | 1,504 | The rest of the school day was rather uneventful. Classes went by, hall chatter was made. Finally practices were over and the students started to gather around the bonfire.
The bonfire was built behind the school in a space that had been specially cleared out years prior. Three bonfires were held each school year. The first for Homecoming. The second to herald the start of Winter break, and the third to close out the school year. As the sun neared the horizon, hidden behind the trees that heavily surrounded Northwood academy the Captain of the football team leaned over with a well lit fire torch and the bonfire took to flame.
Applause rang out over the crowd. Technically the bonfire had an attendance required rule, but many students tended to wander off after the fire was lit.
Despite saying she wouldn't be there Lenora Géroux was in fact watching the bonfire. Several teachers walked amongst the students with a cooler of drinks (water, juice and milk). Lenora watched, her eyes bright with excitement. No one would see her as she stood there absorbing the auras of her students. As the fire brightened, so did the student's auras. She knew who was special, many had been hand picked to come to the school, but it was a matter of finding the right one. Sometimes, on a rare occasion, Lenora would pick two students. No one outside the school ever knew. The teachers didn't even know, but that was because of Lenora. She had more than a few tricks up her sleeves.
Lenora Géroux was a witch. She feed off of potential, usually students with the most potential were those like Zaylin or Martha Jacobs. Last year it had been Helen. That had gone wrong though. Yes Lenora had gotten her feeding from the girl, but her body should have never been found. That was an oversight Lenora had no intention of repeating. That had weakened her though. It had taken so much of her energy to ensure that the police investigation didn't uncover Northwood's disturbing history. She absolutely hated it when the didn't disappear like they were supposed to. She had had to clean up a few messes like Helen Schwartz in the past. And they were always a pain in the ass for her to deal with. Thankfully, Lenora was the kind of woman who always had a backup plan.
This year was worrisome for Lenora. The Helen issue had caused enough of a ripple through the students that their curiosity was getting the better of them. She could say she hated when they knew something was up, but it was almost like a game of cat and mouse. Not only was it fun, but it was very easy to end the game if she needed to. She had done so in the past. Lenora Géroux had done a lot of things in the past. | > !( "enter image title here")
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> A rather pretty girl, Hazel is mostly known for her strange, mystical, and maybe even witchy eyes. She stands at about 5'10 and is thin and lanky, mostly due to her constant forgetfulness to eat and stay healthy. Her face is small and pale, and normally heavily made up, especially during school days. Hazel's lips are somewhat large and always curled into a pout, while her nose is small and rounded. Her eyes seem to be blue-green, and almost have a silvery appearance to them. Messy pale brown hair frames Hazel's round face, giving her a much more childish appearance. She is rarely seen in anything too fancy, oft preferring sweats and sweaters over dresses and heels, and her hair is normally held up in a large, messy bun, or loose and down to her mid-back.
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> **Name:**
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> Hazel Barwicke
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> **Age:**
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> 16
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> **Year:**
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> Third Year
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> **Normal or Supernatural:**
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> Clairvoyant (Unaware) - Sees the future through reflective surfaces, more so TVs and computer screens, and hears whispers through phones and during her dreams. Most of her precognition are hard to decipher and rarely wrong, but she has learned to somewhat use them to her advantage, even if she just thinks of them as mere lucky streaks. Also spiritually sensitive, and can see ghosts and other supernatural phenomena.
>
>
>
> **Personality:**
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> Hazel is a clever and quick-witted young woman, with a sharp tongue and a direct way of approaching things. She is not afraid to speak her mind and will more times then not fight for what she believes is right before truly thinking into it. Very curious towards things that seem strange and loves to go out and adventure whenever she gets a chance. Typically cynical of most people, she is overly polite and quiet around strangers, and at times even friends, unless they are doing something outright wrong or immoral in her eyes. If that is the case, then she will not hold back on insults or reprimands until she feels it is right to stop. Over all introverted, she is easy to talk to but looses energy easily if around too many people, and after parties or large excursions she normally allows herself a day or two alone to relax and recharge. Plagued by visions and voices when both asleep and awake, Ash rarely sleeps well, and is rather forgetful. There are many times when she has forgotten to eat or speak during her daily life, which leaves her family a bit worried for her well-being.
>
> Absolutely loves poems, and has a rather clever mind. She could write music and lyrics for hours without stopping, and many times she has done exactly that. Easily stressed out, Hazel has trouble keeping calm at times, and if she gets too far into her panic she may suffer for anxiety attacks and other mildly worrying forms of panic. While she does her best to stay afloat in school, she can very quickly get discouraged if she is unable to do something as easily as she would like. Most of her stress is bore from her lack of sleep and her parents wish for her to keep doing well in school, and while some would say for her to simply take a break and nap it just isn't that easy. Excels in English and music classes, while she is relatively okay at math and science.
>
> Around TVs, phones, and other tech-related devices she is rather nervous. Her powers usually seem to filter through the slender, hole-ridden telephones or smooth, black screens of televisions, more clearly then anywhere else, so when she is close to any sort of electric based item she may hear whispers, or see images of the past or future. Her powers also filter in through still water, windows, mirrors, and dreams, and are overall very dull and hard to see and understand. She is unaware that this is even a power, instead thinking of it as her remembering something odd, like deja vu. She also seems to be sensitive to supernatural forces, and can at times see white outlines of people, or ghosts, as others would call them.
>
>
> **Bio:**
>
> Hazel was born into a normal, Thai-Irish family. She was the first (and only) child, heavily spoiled, and loved unconditionally by her doctor mother and lawyer father. Of course, due to her parents being busy with their work, she was often alone in her childhood, and though she acted like she didn't mind it kind of got to her eventually, leaving her to be a very withdrawn child. As she grew, Hazel began to notice all the people who lived in her house with them, like the man with the rope around his neck, and the children who often jumped from the railings to the foyer below while giggling hysterically. Hazel often told her parents of these people, but they brushed her off gently, calling them her "imaginary friends". And she soon began to believe they imaginary as well eventually.
>
> The first time she heard whispers of the future was when she was ten, and she was home alone playing with her dad's old guitar. The phone rang suddenly from the kitchen, the old white land line phone that had been broken for the passed three weeks, and Hazel answered with slight hesitance. On the other end, whispers, excited and certain, filtered through and filled her mind with images. She saw a cat, a bad test grade, and an unfamiliar, sobbing child. So surprised by these images, Hazel dropped the phone and fell back, yelling out in fear as the images took over her mind and caused a massive headache. She was bedridden for two days, and when she finally was able to walk and talk without getting a migraine and a nosebleed she returned to school. On her way, though, she was caught up by the most adorable, yet familiar looking cat. She spent a few minutes trying to coax it forward before continuing on her way. In her second period science class, there was a sudden quiz, which she didn't do too well on, receiving a low seventy as a grade, and during recess, the new kid was being harshly bullied. Hazel witnessed all of this, feeling such a heavy sense of deja vu that she almost felt sick.
>
> These odd phenomena continued happening, well into her middle school and then high school life, though she merely brushed them off as sleep-deprived hallucinations/lucky guesses. She was eventually enrolled into the Northwood Academy, and she transferred in during her sophomore year of high school.
>
> **How You Came to the School:**
>
> Transfer
>
> **Preferred Dorm:**
>
> Dorsey Hall
>
Accepted! |
47,783 | 1,295 | 81 | 1,250 | 1,504 | Stephen O'Connell
Stephen looked into the fire, and felt the warmth of it on his skin. The fire was almost entrancing, it was so beautiful. It reminded him of his childhood, when he would go into the woods with his brothers and light a fire, almost every winter night. However, this was, different. Perhaps it was the students talking all around him. But Stephen could sense something else, like someone was there, watching his every move, but wasn't seen. Stephen shrugged it off as a memory.
Suddenly, Stephen became aware of the time, and realised that he had to hand out some snacks. He threw groups of students some packets of marshmallows, and small bags of sticks for the students to eat them on, and possibly roast them.
James Mason
James went to the bonfire, like all students, and sat down with the rest, or most of, the football team. He began looking around to see where Jamie was, but just attributed that to him liking Ash, and probably being with her. Maybe he'd sneak off to see them, it's not like he wanted the be at the bonfire anyway, it was too hot. As he was looking around, he managed to get hit in the face with a packet of marshmallows thrown by a teacher. | > !( "enter image title here")
>
>
> A rather pretty girl, Hazel is mostly known for her strange, mystical, and maybe even witchy eyes. She stands at about 5'10 and is thin and lanky, mostly due to her constant forgetfulness to eat and stay healthy. Her face is small and pale, and normally heavily made up, especially during school days. Hazel's lips are somewhat large and always curled into a pout, while her nose is small and rounded. Her eyes seem to be blue-green, and almost have a silvery appearance to them. Messy pale brown hair frames Hazel's round face, giving her a much more childish appearance. She is rarely seen in anything too fancy, oft preferring sweats and sweaters over dresses and heels, and her hair is normally held up in a large, messy bun, or loose and down to her mid-back.
>
>
> **Name:**
>
> Hazel Barwicke
>
> **Age:**
>
> 16
>
> **Year:**
>
> Third Year
>
> **Normal or Supernatural:**
>
> Clairvoyant (Unaware) - Sees the future through reflective surfaces, more so TVs and computer screens, and hears whispers through phones and during her dreams. Most of her precognition are hard to decipher and rarely wrong, but she has learned to somewhat use them to her advantage, even if she just thinks of them as mere lucky streaks. Also spiritually sensitive, and can see ghosts and other supernatural phenomena.
>
>
>
> **Personality:**
>
> Hazel is a clever and quick-witted young woman, with a sharp tongue and a direct way of approaching things. She is not afraid to speak her mind and will more times then not fight for what she believes is right before truly thinking into it. Very curious towards things that seem strange and loves to go out and adventure whenever she gets a chance. Typically cynical of most people, she is overly polite and quiet around strangers, and at times even friends, unless they are doing something outright wrong or immoral in her eyes. If that is the case, then she will not hold back on insults or reprimands until she feels it is right to stop. Over all introverted, she is easy to talk to but looses energy easily if around too many people, and after parties or large excursions she normally allows herself a day or two alone to relax and recharge. Plagued by visions and voices when both asleep and awake, Ash rarely sleeps well, and is rather forgetful. There are many times when she has forgotten to eat or speak during her daily life, which leaves her family a bit worried for her well-being.
>
> Absolutely loves poems, and has a rather clever mind. She could write music and lyrics for hours without stopping, and many times she has done exactly that. Easily stressed out, Hazel has trouble keeping calm at times, and if she gets too far into her panic she may suffer for anxiety attacks and other mildly worrying forms of panic. While she does her best to stay afloat in school, she can very quickly get discouraged if she is unable to do something as easily as she would like. Most of her stress is bore from her lack of sleep and her parents wish for her to keep doing well in school, and while some would say for her to simply take a break and nap it just isn't that easy. Excels in English and music classes, while she is relatively okay at math and science.
>
> Around TVs, phones, and other tech-related devices she is rather nervous. Her powers usually seem to filter through the slender, hole-ridden telephones or smooth, black screens of televisions, more clearly then anywhere else, so when she is close to any sort of electric based item she may hear whispers, or see images of the past or future. Her powers also filter in through still water, windows, mirrors, and dreams, and are overall very dull and hard to see and understand. She is unaware that this is even a power, instead thinking of it as her remembering something odd, like deja vu. She also seems to be sensitive to supernatural forces, and can at times see white outlines of people, or ghosts, as others would call them.
>
>
> **Bio:**
>
> Hazel was born into a normal, Thai-Irish family. She was the first (and only) child, heavily spoiled, and loved unconditionally by her doctor mother and lawyer father. Of course, due to her parents being busy with their work, she was often alone in her childhood, and though she acted like she didn't mind it kind of got to her eventually, leaving her to be a very withdrawn child. As she grew, Hazel began to notice all the people who lived in her house with them, like the man with the rope around his neck, and the children who often jumped from the railings to the foyer below while giggling hysterically. Hazel often told her parents of these people, but they brushed her off gently, calling them her "imaginary friends". And she soon began to believe they imaginary as well eventually.
>
> The first time she heard whispers of the future was when she was ten, and she was home alone playing with her dad's old guitar. The phone rang suddenly from the kitchen, the old white land line phone that had been broken for the passed three weeks, and Hazel answered with slight hesitance. On the other end, whispers, excited and certain, filtered through and filled her mind with images. She saw a cat, a bad test grade, and an unfamiliar, sobbing child. So surprised by these images, Hazel dropped the phone and fell back, yelling out in fear as the images took over her mind and caused a massive headache. She was bedridden for two days, and when she finally was able to walk and talk without getting a migraine and a nosebleed she returned to school. On her way, though, she was caught up by the most adorable, yet familiar looking cat. She spent a few minutes trying to coax it forward before continuing on her way. In her second period science class, there was a sudden quiz, which she didn't do too well on, receiving a low seventy as a grade, and during recess, the new kid was being harshly bullied. Hazel witnessed all of this, feeling such a heavy sense of deja vu that she almost felt sick.
>
> These odd phenomena continued happening, well into her middle school and then high school life, though she merely brushed them off as sleep-deprived hallucinations/lucky guesses. She was eventually enrolled into the Northwood Academy, and she transferred in during her sophomore year of high school.
>
> **How You Came to the School:**
>
> Transfer
>
> **Preferred Dorm:**
>
> Dorsey Hall
>
Accepted! |
47,784 | 1,295 | 82 | 2,167 | 1,574 | “I figured it wasn’t entirely my fault,” Zaylin began, glancing to her watch. “Well, I should get to class. Good meeting you! Maybe I’ll see you tonight.” With that, she hurried to her first class of the day.
That day seemed to drone on, the atmosphere lighter than normal as conversations buzzed about the bonfire. As the school day came to a close and the time of the fire neared, she deposited her school stuff in her room. Stopping to put on the necklace her parents had given her as a parting gift, the chain adorned with rubies and onyx, and an elegant, silver medallion with her family’s crest hanging at its center, she then headed out, glad for an excuse to be outside when night finally fell.
When Amy found her, Zaylin gladly joined the other two girls around the fire, a bottle of water in hand, which she occasionally tossed up, catching it by the opposite end. Her eyes often strayed to the flames, their glowing tendrils dancing and flickering. She had always had a respect for fire, for its ability to both destroy and sustain life.
As she declined the offer of a s’more, a strange, uneasy feeling made the hairs on her neck stand on end. Her brows furrowing, she looked around at the multitude of other students and paroling teachers, but saw nothing out of the ordinary. Turning slowly back around, she took a swig from her water bottle.
“You know,” Zaylin replaced the bottle’s cap, “all this is missing is a band with a tambourine and bunch of dancing gypsies.” She grinned at the thought. | > Name: Ash Mareinos
>
> Appearance first (image):
> Ash has an irregular oblong red tinted birthmark just above her left knee. She has a scar on the inside of left arm where she cut it on accident while playing on some farm equipment, and another on her right knee from falling off her bike while learning how to ride. Her ears are pierced.
> (
>
> Age: 15
>
> Year: 2nd year
>
> Normal or Supernatural (as in, what are you?): Supernatural. Ash is the far descendant of water nymphs. She is the first in a very long time to show any promise. Her gifts would be control of water, ability to breath under water, she is far enough removed from the original Nymph in her line that she will not have the control over sexual desires that is common with Nymphs. She is also an excellent singer, and her parents had her classically trained.
>
> Personality: Ash is brilliant, but she doesn't apply herself. At Northwood she does the bare minimum to not get in trouble. She avoids the smaller school work as much as possible, but aces her tests with ease. She has a streak of anger that comes out when questioned about her choices. She's modest and prefers long skirts, since she can't wear pants at school. Though she always has a pair packed in case of need to climb a tree. Ash is tom-boyish and outgoing.
>
> Bio: Ash is descendant from the nymph Pareia and Minos' son Nephalion. She was raised on a ranch in Upstate New York. The ranch had a lake that she spent most of her summers in. As such her skin is tanned deeply (Don't let the photo fool you). Ash doesn't know who her ancestors are. What she knows is she's a really good swimmer and never seems to have to come for air. Her parents take a vacation to the ocean for two weeks every year, there she swims in the ocean and seems unbothered by the tides.
>
> It was during one of these trips to the ocean that one of her older brother was pulled out to sea in a riptide. Ash freaked out and swam to him, she was miraculously able to rescue her brother. He swears that the ocean obeyed her pleas for his safety, and has become very devout about her safety. They exchange letters frequently.
>
> Ash has several other brothers varying in older and younger (there are a total of 6 boys), she's a middle child. Because of all of her brother's she has grown up rather tom-boyish, she's the type to walk a fence or take a dare.
>
> Ash is nervous about the lake after last year's incident, but the draw to swim it much too strong for her to ignore it for long.
>
> How you came to the school (did you transfer or are you a Year 1 student?): She started here her first year.
>
> Preferred Dorm: Wells Hall
>
> _______________________________________
> Name: Amy Snow
>
> Appearance first (image):
> (
>
> Age: 15
>
> Year: 2nd
>
> Normal or Supernatural (as in, what are you?): Normal
>
> Personality: Not outgoing, unless it's going to the Library. She holds no resentment over being an orphan, in fact she believes that she's got it made. She has no family history to hold her back. Amy has a drive to prove herself in the classroom. She is easily found in the library. Amy is an extrovert surprisingly, so even though she revels in books Amy needs friendship. She's not daring enough to be part of Ash's group of friends, and it's clear Ash doesn't have much time for someone so stuck in her books.
>
> Bio: Amy is an orphan. She was raised in a Home, capital H and all. All she knows of her family is her name. Other than that she has never cared. She may have been raised in the Home, but she grew up in the library. She lived close enough to DC to take two buses every weekend into the city to go to the Library of Congress, and the Smithsonian. She was, by the time she was ten, considered a permanent fixture in the library.
>
> When she turned 14 one of the librarians put a stack of school applications in front of her. She filled them all out and was accepted to most (only the ones who needed more socialization in her record turned her down). Amy was told by the librarians that she was to apply all of herself to her school work and they'd pay and find scholarships for her. They want her to succeed, and she wants to show them how much she really can do. Her strength is in languages, but she isn't short in sciences or maths.
>
> Amy didn't know the girl last year, but it struck her deep. She won't have anything to do with the lake now.
>
> How you came to the school (did you transfer or are you a Year 1 student?): Came as a 1st year.
>
> Preferred Dorm: Elliot Hall
>
>
>
Accepted! |
47,785 | 1,295 | 83 | 1,523 | 3,443 | Luca
Luca sat quite awkwardly near the bonfire, gazing into the flickering flames as if there were nothing more interesting in the world. She could juggle torches, right? That seemed possible! Still, she wasn't sure if she wanted a trip to the hospital room before the year was out – better to leave that to the safety of her own home.
She also wondered whether she could con her friends into a game of cards (perhaps poker, or switch) and then win everything from them with a few discreet shuffling tricks.
“I don't think they have those here in the US,” she said to Zaylin's comment.
Jamie
Jamie, bored out of his mind while waiting for Ash, spent his time comparing it to Bonfire Night back home, when even as a kid he'd been given a tablespoon of beer to – in the words of his numerous aunts and uncles and brothers and sisters – “have a little fun with”. Juice and milk and water. This place was tame.
When Ash tapped him on the shoulder, he whirled around. “Naturally. Let's dump this place,” he said, and discreetly stepped backwards away from the crowd of students and into a small copse of trees. | Posted For Approval
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**NAME:** James “Jamie” Drummond
**AGE:** 16
**YEAR:** 2nd
**NORMAL OR SUPERNATURAL?**
Supernatural – “Luck” or otherwise the art of making it through something by the skin of his teeth. (Perhaps it has to do with probabilities and an instinctual knowledge of them. Either way, Jamie has learned from past mistakes the dangers of relying on it too much.)
**PERSONALITY:**
Jamie is the type to hate normality – he finds that a life without change and excitement is too mundane, too stagnant for him. He chases after thrills like a dog with a stick (minus the tongue-wagging). No danger is too huge, no task impossible for the courageous Jamie Drummond!
They say that Jamie is not quite right, that he doesn't look before he leaps and charges in like a bull. He's easy-going, certainly, but that doesn't mean he is mindful of his surroundings and those in it. His closest friends are the ones who can keep up with him, and those who *can't*... well, they're not worth his interest. His utter lack of care towards his academic work (and obsession over the practical) is by no means a reflection of his intellect; however, his common sense has vanished – if it even existed in the first place.
A true extrovert, he doesn't like to be alone nor does he like to see it in others. He's also oh-so-very loud.
**BIO:**
Born into an extremely wealthy Scottish family with a good reputation for business and a notorious one for scandals, Jamie had big shoes to fill. Tutored at home in addition to his normal Primary School work throughout all of his childhood years, it wasn't an excessively happy time and he lacked the freedom most children were given; however, his parents felt it necessary – not as naturally clever as many of his brothers and sisters, a head for business had to be drilled into him.
Even so, he always noticed something was different about himself, and so did others. His parents called him a “leprechaun” for his abnormally good luck, untamed and uncontrolled when he was younger. If he desperately wanted something (like to *win*), he would – barely. His grades were consistently just above the pass mark every time, no matter where it was set at, and even waking up at the latest possible moment to go to school he would always somehow make it. It all came to a head in one particular incident at age eleven: a car accident with him as the pedestrian where he survived miraculously unscathed.
It was only when he started stretching the limits of his strange luck that it began to fail him (and as a result, he began to fail his tests). Quickly he shut it off – clearly it only 'guided' him so he still had to study, or wake up early enough to get to class – and after he grew up into a teenager, he honestly forgot all about it. It was just an overactive imagination trying to think of himself as something special, or at least, that's what he told himself.
Once enrolled in Northwood Academy on the suggestion of his aunt, he continued to pull a 'barely passing' GPA at 3.1, teeter around two tardies out of three each term, barely make curfew and survive all in all through sheer luck alone. The only thing he seems truly talented in is sports – most if not all kinds. His ability almost certainly contributes to that, without his knowledge.
**HOW YOU CAME TO THE SCHOOL:**
Enrolled from Year 1 onwards – accepted due to rich parents.
**PREFERRED DORM:**
Wells Hall
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**NAME:** Luca Seacliffe
**AGE:** 14
**YEAR:** 1st Year
**NORMAL OR SUPERNATURAL?**
A supernatural with particularly mundane talents. She is similar to the legends of the trickster, having an abnormal talent for misdirection and confusing others.
**PERSONALITY:**
Luca is, without a doubt, a girl with too few marbles and an insatiable curiosity for places considered off limits. She appears immature for her age, still caught up in the carefree imagination of childhood where pranks and magic tricks are more than enjoyable. She has not grown out of that phase, still a precocious kid with too many questions rather than a young woman supposedly on the cusp of adulthood. While intelligent, she doesn't quite understand social norms and is an unrepentant tomboy.
**BIO:**
Luca Seacliffe is the illegitimate daughter of an extremely wealthy businessman and a 'woman of loose morals' (or at least, that's what her mother calls herself) – her household was of average income at best but as an only child she did not have any competition for affection or toys. Even so, her mother was often busy; Luca amused herself from a young age with television and magic sets that were old Christmas present. By ten, she was already designing her own to emulate those she saw in the media.
She had a brief taste of fame in a local newspaper back home in Carlisle, for her winning act in a talent show and since then she had wanted more. Her mother moved to America, however, taking the young star in the making with her and allowing her brief reputation to fall into obscurity. Luca was enrolled into the Northwood Academy of Excellence for her prodigious grades; however, it came with a warning that her social skills left much to be desired.
**HOW YOU CAME TO THE SCHOOL:**
First year student this year – scholarship student.
**PREFERRED DORM:**
Dorsey Hall – she likes the mystery. |
47,786 | 1,295 | 84 | 1,250 | 1,504 | Amy Snow
"I wonder if my mother was a Gypsy." Amy said mostly under her breath. It was an often thought of hers of what life she could have had. What 'orphan' doesn't have those thoughts. Admittedly even still Amy believed that not having a past gave her great opportunities to become whoever she wanted to become. "But yeah, I don't think those exist here." She recovered, this time speaking louder as if hoping she'd drown out her own previous comment.
Amy drank from her water. "If I knew how to play an instrument I'd totally pull it out right now and play it though. I think that'd be wonderful."
Ash Mareinos
Ash grinned and led the way to where she had stashed her bag. Away from the fire the night was cool and her skin goose pimpled. Once Ash had her bag the two hurried, with only the light of the sky to light their way. Ash's feet knew the way though. She could probably have found the lake if blindfolded.
Both of the students were in good shape, but it was still a long walk to the lake. Once there Ash took a deep breath and hid behind a tree to change into her swim suit. | > !( "enter image title here")
>
>
> A rather pretty girl, Hazel is mostly known for her strange, mystical, and maybe even witchy eyes. She stands at about 5'10 and is thin and lanky, mostly due to her constant forgetfulness to eat and stay healthy. Her face is small and pale, and normally heavily made up, especially during school days. Hazel's lips are somewhat large and always curled into a pout, while her nose is small and rounded. Her eyes seem to be blue-green, and almost have a silvery appearance to them. Messy pale brown hair frames Hazel's round face, giving her a much more childish appearance. She is rarely seen in anything too fancy, oft preferring sweats and sweaters over dresses and heels, and her hair is normally held up in a large, messy bun, or loose and down to her mid-back.
>
>
> **Name:**
>
> Hazel Barwicke
>
> **Age:**
>
> 16
>
> **Year:**
>
> Third Year
>
> **Normal or Supernatural:**
>
> Clairvoyant (Unaware) - Sees the future through reflective surfaces, more so TVs and computer screens, and hears whispers through phones and during her dreams. Most of her precognition are hard to decipher and rarely wrong, but she has learned to somewhat use them to her advantage, even if she just thinks of them as mere lucky streaks. Also spiritually sensitive, and can see ghosts and other supernatural phenomena.
>
>
>
> **Personality:**
>
> Hazel is a clever and quick-witted young woman, with a sharp tongue and a direct way of approaching things. She is not afraid to speak her mind and will more times then not fight for what she believes is right before truly thinking into it. Very curious towards things that seem strange and loves to go out and adventure whenever she gets a chance. Typically cynical of most people, she is overly polite and quiet around strangers, and at times even friends, unless they are doing something outright wrong or immoral in her eyes. If that is the case, then she will not hold back on insults or reprimands until she feels it is right to stop. Over all introverted, she is easy to talk to but looses energy easily if around too many people, and after parties or large excursions she normally allows herself a day or two alone to relax and recharge. Plagued by visions and voices when both asleep and awake, Ash rarely sleeps well, and is rather forgetful. There are many times when she has forgotten to eat or speak during her daily life, which leaves her family a bit worried for her well-being.
>
> Absolutely loves poems, and has a rather clever mind. She could write music and lyrics for hours without stopping, and many times she has done exactly that. Easily stressed out, Hazel has trouble keeping calm at times, and if she gets too far into her panic she may suffer for anxiety attacks and other mildly worrying forms of panic. While she does her best to stay afloat in school, she can very quickly get discouraged if she is unable to do something as easily as she would like. Most of her stress is bore from her lack of sleep and her parents wish for her to keep doing well in school, and while some would say for her to simply take a break and nap it just isn't that easy. Excels in English and music classes, while she is relatively okay at math and science.
>
> Around TVs, phones, and other tech-related devices she is rather nervous. Her powers usually seem to filter through the slender, hole-ridden telephones or smooth, black screens of televisions, more clearly then anywhere else, so when she is close to any sort of electric based item she may hear whispers, or see images of the past or future. Her powers also filter in through still water, windows, mirrors, and dreams, and are overall very dull and hard to see and understand. She is unaware that this is even a power, instead thinking of it as her remembering something odd, like deja vu. She also seems to be sensitive to supernatural forces, and can at times see white outlines of people, or ghosts, as others would call them.
>
>
> **Bio:**
>
> Hazel was born into a normal, Thai-Irish family. She was the first (and only) child, heavily spoiled, and loved unconditionally by her doctor mother and lawyer father. Of course, due to her parents being busy with their work, she was often alone in her childhood, and though she acted like she didn't mind it kind of got to her eventually, leaving her to be a very withdrawn child. As she grew, Hazel began to notice all the people who lived in her house with them, like the man with the rope around his neck, and the children who often jumped from the railings to the foyer below while giggling hysterically. Hazel often told her parents of these people, but they brushed her off gently, calling them her "imaginary friends". And she soon began to believe they imaginary as well eventually.
>
> The first time she heard whispers of the future was when she was ten, and she was home alone playing with her dad's old guitar. The phone rang suddenly from the kitchen, the old white land line phone that had been broken for the passed three weeks, and Hazel answered with slight hesitance. On the other end, whispers, excited and certain, filtered through and filled her mind with images. She saw a cat, a bad test grade, and an unfamiliar, sobbing child. So surprised by these images, Hazel dropped the phone and fell back, yelling out in fear as the images took over her mind and caused a massive headache. She was bedridden for two days, and when she finally was able to walk and talk without getting a migraine and a nosebleed she returned to school. On her way, though, she was caught up by the most adorable, yet familiar looking cat. She spent a few minutes trying to coax it forward before continuing on her way. In her second period science class, there was a sudden quiz, which she didn't do too well on, receiving a low seventy as a grade, and during recess, the new kid was being harshly bullied. Hazel witnessed all of this, feeling such a heavy sense of deja vu that she almost felt sick.
>
> These odd phenomena continued happening, well into her middle school and then high school life, though she merely brushed them off as sleep-deprived hallucinations/lucky guesses. She was eventually enrolled into the Northwood Academy, and she transferred in during her sophomore year of high school.
>
> **How You Came to the School:**
>
> Transfer
>
> **Preferred Dorm:**
>
> Dorsey Hall
>
Accepted! |
47,787 | 1,295 | 85 | 2,167 | 1,574 | Zaylin gave an animated sad sigh at Luca’s comment. “Sad, isn’t it?” She tilted her head toward Amy ad laughed as she caught Amy’s soft words. “Sometimes I swear my grandma’s one of those old, crazy gypsies. But don’t tell her I said that.”
Zaylin stretched her back as the gentle, comforting tingle of the arriving night rose through her. She glanced up at the darkening sky, relishing the extra sense of strength, power, and confidence that bubbled up from her dragon blood.
“Well, we could always randomly break out in song and see if anyone joins.” She paused, thinking about that a minute. “Or not. That might be a bit too weird. So, is socializing, staring at a fire, and eating s’mores the extent of tonight’s activities?” | > Name: Ash Mareinos
>
> Appearance first (image):
> Ash has an irregular oblong red tinted birthmark just above her left knee. She has a scar on the inside of left arm where she cut it on accident while playing on some farm equipment, and another on her right knee from falling off her bike while learning how to ride. Her ears are pierced.
> (
>
> Age: 15
>
> Year: 2nd year
>
> Normal or Supernatural (as in, what are you?): Supernatural. Ash is the far descendant of water nymphs. She is the first in a very long time to show any promise. Her gifts would be control of water, ability to breath under water, she is far enough removed from the original Nymph in her line that she will not have the control over sexual desires that is common with Nymphs. She is also an excellent singer, and her parents had her classically trained.
>
> Personality: Ash is brilliant, but she doesn't apply herself. At Northwood she does the bare minimum to not get in trouble. She avoids the smaller school work as much as possible, but aces her tests with ease. She has a streak of anger that comes out when questioned about her choices. She's modest and prefers long skirts, since she can't wear pants at school. Though she always has a pair packed in case of need to climb a tree. Ash is tom-boyish and outgoing.
>
> Bio: Ash is descendant from the nymph Pareia and Minos' son Nephalion. She was raised on a ranch in Upstate New York. The ranch had a lake that she spent most of her summers in. As such her skin is tanned deeply (Don't let the photo fool you). Ash doesn't know who her ancestors are. What she knows is she's a really good swimmer and never seems to have to come for air. Her parents take a vacation to the ocean for two weeks every year, there she swims in the ocean and seems unbothered by the tides.
>
> It was during one of these trips to the ocean that one of her older brother was pulled out to sea in a riptide. Ash freaked out and swam to him, she was miraculously able to rescue her brother. He swears that the ocean obeyed her pleas for his safety, and has become very devout about her safety. They exchange letters frequently.
>
> Ash has several other brothers varying in older and younger (there are a total of 6 boys), she's a middle child. Because of all of her brother's she has grown up rather tom-boyish, she's the type to walk a fence or take a dare.
>
> Ash is nervous about the lake after last year's incident, but the draw to swim it much too strong for her to ignore it for long.
>
> How you came to the school (did you transfer or are you a Year 1 student?): She started here her first year.
>
> Preferred Dorm: Wells Hall
>
> _______________________________________
> Name: Amy Snow
>
> Appearance first (image):
> (
>
> Age: 15
>
> Year: 2nd
>
> Normal or Supernatural (as in, what are you?): Normal
>
> Personality: Not outgoing, unless it's going to the Library. She holds no resentment over being an orphan, in fact she believes that she's got it made. She has no family history to hold her back. Amy has a drive to prove herself in the classroom. She is easily found in the library. Amy is an extrovert surprisingly, so even though she revels in books Amy needs friendship. She's not daring enough to be part of Ash's group of friends, and it's clear Ash doesn't have much time for someone so stuck in her books.
>
> Bio: Amy is an orphan. She was raised in a Home, capital H and all. All she knows of her family is her name. Other than that she has never cared. She may have been raised in the Home, but she grew up in the library. She lived close enough to DC to take two buses every weekend into the city to go to the Library of Congress, and the Smithsonian. She was, by the time she was ten, considered a permanent fixture in the library.
>
> When she turned 14 one of the librarians put a stack of school applications in front of her. She filled them all out and was accepted to most (only the ones who needed more socialization in her record turned her down). Amy was told by the librarians that she was to apply all of herself to her school work and they'd pay and find scholarships for her. They want her to succeed, and she wants to show them how much she really can do. Her strength is in languages, but she isn't short in sciences or maths.
>
> Amy didn't know the girl last year, but it struck her deep. She won't have anything to do with the lake now.
>
> How you came to the school (did you transfer or are you a Year 1 student?): Came as a 1st year.
>
> Preferred Dorm: Elliot Hall
>
>
>
Accepted! |
47,788 | 1,295 | 86 | 1,250 | 1,504 | As if to answer Zaylin's question, and desire, the marching band came out with their instruments. They started playing pep songs.
Amy looked over to Zaylin, "Well there you go. Not quite the same sadly. The rest of it is pretty much just that though." Amy explained, realizing she was the only one out of the small group that had been to a Bonfire at Northwood before. | > !( "enter image title here")
>
>
> A rather pretty girl, Hazel is mostly known for her strange, mystical, and maybe even witchy eyes. She stands at about 5'10 and is thin and lanky, mostly due to her constant forgetfulness to eat and stay healthy. Her face is small and pale, and normally heavily made up, especially during school days. Hazel's lips are somewhat large and always curled into a pout, while her nose is small and rounded. Her eyes seem to be blue-green, and almost have a silvery appearance to them. Messy pale brown hair frames Hazel's round face, giving her a much more childish appearance. She is rarely seen in anything too fancy, oft preferring sweats and sweaters over dresses and heels, and her hair is normally held up in a large, messy bun, or loose and down to her mid-back.
>
>
> **Name:**
>
> Hazel Barwicke
>
> **Age:**
>
> 16
>
> **Year:**
>
> Third Year
>
> **Normal or Supernatural:**
>
> Clairvoyant (Unaware) - Sees the future through reflective surfaces, more so TVs and computer screens, and hears whispers through phones and during her dreams. Most of her precognition are hard to decipher and rarely wrong, but she has learned to somewhat use them to her advantage, even if she just thinks of them as mere lucky streaks. Also spiritually sensitive, and can see ghosts and other supernatural phenomena.
>
>
>
> **Personality:**
>
> Hazel is a clever and quick-witted young woman, with a sharp tongue and a direct way of approaching things. She is not afraid to speak her mind and will more times then not fight for what she believes is right before truly thinking into it. Very curious towards things that seem strange and loves to go out and adventure whenever she gets a chance. Typically cynical of most people, she is overly polite and quiet around strangers, and at times even friends, unless they are doing something outright wrong or immoral in her eyes. If that is the case, then she will not hold back on insults or reprimands until she feels it is right to stop. Over all introverted, she is easy to talk to but looses energy easily if around too many people, and after parties or large excursions she normally allows herself a day or two alone to relax and recharge. Plagued by visions and voices when both asleep and awake, Ash rarely sleeps well, and is rather forgetful. There are many times when she has forgotten to eat or speak during her daily life, which leaves her family a bit worried for her well-being.
>
> Absolutely loves poems, and has a rather clever mind. She could write music and lyrics for hours without stopping, and many times she has done exactly that. Easily stressed out, Hazel has trouble keeping calm at times, and if she gets too far into her panic she may suffer for anxiety attacks and other mildly worrying forms of panic. While she does her best to stay afloat in school, she can very quickly get discouraged if she is unable to do something as easily as she would like. Most of her stress is bore from her lack of sleep and her parents wish for her to keep doing well in school, and while some would say for her to simply take a break and nap it just isn't that easy. Excels in English and music classes, while she is relatively okay at math and science.
>
> Around TVs, phones, and other tech-related devices she is rather nervous. Her powers usually seem to filter through the slender, hole-ridden telephones or smooth, black screens of televisions, more clearly then anywhere else, so when she is close to any sort of electric based item she may hear whispers, or see images of the past or future. Her powers also filter in through still water, windows, mirrors, and dreams, and are overall very dull and hard to see and understand. She is unaware that this is even a power, instead thinking of it as her remembering something odd, like deja vu. She also seems to be sensitive to supernatural forces, and can at times see white outlines of people, or ghosts, as others would call them.
>
>
> **Bio:**
>
> Hazel was born into a normal, Thai-Irish family. She was the first (and only) child, heavily spoiled, and loved unconditionally by her doctor mother and lawyer father. Of course, due to her parents being busy with their work, she was often alone in her childhood, and though she acted like she didn't mind it kind of got to her eventually, leaving her to be a very withdrawn child. As she grew, Hazel began to notice all the people who lived in her house with them, like the man with the rope around his neck, and the children who often jumped from the railings to the foyer below while giggling hysterically. Hazel often told her parents of these people, but they brushed her off gently, calling them her "imaginary friends". And she soon began to believe they imaginary as well eventually.
>
> The first time she heard whispers of the future was when she was ten, and she was home alone playing with her dad's old guitar. The phone rang suddenly from the kitchen, the old white land line phone that had been broken for the passed three weeks, and Hazel answered with slight hesitance. On the other end, whispers, excited and certain, filtered through and filled her mind with images. She saw a cat, a bad test grade, and an unfamiliar, sobbing child. So surprised by these images, Hazel dropped the phone and fell back, yelling out in fear as the images took over her mind and caused a massive headache. She was bedridden for two days, and when she finally was able to walk and talk without getting a migraine and a nosebleed she returned to school. On her way, though, she was caught up by the most adorable, yet familiar looking cat. She spent a few minutes trying to coax it forward before continuing on her way. In her second period science class, there was a sudden quiz, which she didn't do too well on, receiving a low seventy as a grade, and during recess, the new kid was being harshly bullied. Hazel witnessed all of this, feeling such a heavy sense of deja vu that she almost felt sick.
>
> These odd phenomena continued happening, well into her middle school and then high school life, though she merely brushed them off as sleep-deprived hallucinations/lucky guesses. She was eventually enrolled into the Northwood Academy, and she transferred in during her sophomore year of high school.
>
> **How You Came to the School:**
>
> Transfer
>
> **Preferred Dorm:**
>
> Dorsey Hall
>
Accepted! |
47,789 | 1,295 | 87 | 2,167 | 1,574 | Zaylin couldn’t help but laugh as the marching band emerged, their instruments blaring.
“Talk about perfect timing.” She glanced to the fire as it crackled and spit. It flared up momentarily as one of the teachers fed the hungry flames, then returned to a normal blaze.
As the darkness finally settled over them, she began to tap her foot restlessly to the beat of the music. “I think one of the trumpet players is slightly off key,” she observed, standing and stretching. “I’m going to go walk around. You’re welcome to join if you want,” she glanced at Amy and Luca before taking a couple steps away. | > Name: Ash Mareinos
>
> Appearance first (image):
> Ash has an irregular oblong red tinted birthmark just above her left knee. She has a scar on the inside of left arm where she cut it on accident while playing on some farm equipment, and another on her right knee from falling off her bike while learning how to ride. Her ears are pierced.
> (
>
> Age: 15
>
> Year: 2nd year
>
> Normal or Supernatural (as in, what are you?): Supernatural. Ash is the far descendant of water nymphs. She is the first in a very long time to show any promise. Her gifts would be control of water, ability to breath under water, she is far enough removed from the original Nymph in her line that she will not have the control over sexual desires that is common with Nymphs. She is also an excellent singer, and her parents had her classically trained.
>
> Personality: Ash is brilliant, but she doesn't apply herself. At Northwood she does the bare minimum to not get in trouble. She avoids the smaller school work as much as possible, but aces her tests with ease. She has a streak of anger that comes out when questioned about her choices. She's modest and prefers long skirts, since she can't wear pants at school. Though she always has a pair packed in case of need to climb a tree. Ash is tom-boyish and outgoing.
>
> Bio: Ash is descendant from the nymph Pareia and Minos' son Nephalion. She was raised on a ranch in Upstate New York. The ranch had a lake that she spent most of her summers in. As such her skin is tanned deeply (Don't let the photo fool you). Ash doesn't know who her ancestors are. What she knows is she's a really good swimmer and never seems to have to come for air. Her parents take a vacation to the ocean for two weeks every year, there she swims in the ocean and seems unbothered by the tides.
>
> It was during one of these trips to the ocean that one of her older brother was pulled out to sea in a riptide. Ash freaked out and swam to him, she was miraculously able to rescue her brother. He swears that the ocean obeyed her pleas for his safety, and has become very devout about her safety. They exchange letters frequently.
>
> Ash has several other brothers varying in older and younger (there are a total of 6 boys), she's a middle child. Because of all of her brother's she has grown up rather tom-boyish, she's the type to walk a fence or take a dare.
>
> Ash is nervous about the lake after last year's incident, but the draw to swim it much too strong for her to ignore it for long.
>
> How you came to the school (did you transfer or are you a Year 1 student?): She started here her first year.
>
> Preferred Dorm: Wells Hall
>
> _______________________________________
> Name: Amy Snow
>
> Appearance first (image):
> (
>
> Age: 15
>
> Year: 2nd
>
> Normal or Supernatural (as in, what are you?): Normal
>
> Personality: Not outgoing, unless it's going to the Library. She holds no resentment over being an orphan, in fact she believes that she's got it made. She has no family history to hold her back. Amy has a drive to prove herself in the classroom. She is easily found in the library. Amy is an extrovert surprisingly, so even though she revels in books Amy needs friendship. She's not daring enough to be part of Ash's group of friends, and it's clear Ash doesn't have much time for someone so stuck in her books.
>
> Bio: Amy is an orphan. She was raised in a Home, capital H and all. All she knows of her family is her name. Other than that she has never cared. She may have been raised in the Home, but she grew up in the library. She lived close enough to DC to take two buses every weekend into the city to go to the Library of Congress, and the Smithsonian. She was, by the time she was ten, considered a permanent fixture in the library.
>
> When she turned 14 one of the librarians put a stack of school applications in front of her. She filled them all out and was accepted to most (only the ones who needed more socialization in her record turned her down). Amy was told by the librarians that she was to apply all of herself to her school work and they'd pay and find scholarships for her. They want her to succeed, and she wants to show them how much she really can do. Her strength is in languages, but she isn't short in sciences or maths.
>
> Amy didn't know the girl last year, but it struck her deep. She won't have anything to do with the lake now.
>
> How you came to the school (did you transfer or are you a Year 1 student?): Came as a 1st year.
>
> Preferred Dorm: Elliot Hall
>
>
>
Accepted! |
47,790 | 1,295 | 88 | 2,469 | 329 | Kyle Messor
Featuring: Amy Snow
As Kyle stared into the fire, sitting alone on a makeshift log bench, he was utterly puzzled. Death rarely spoke when there wasn't, well, death nearby, and when it did it was always calm, albeit possibly irritated at Kyle for one reason or another. But Death was speaking – screaming, rather – to him now, and as he looked around, it was clear to Kyle that nobody was dying any time soon. Even worse, Kyle had no idea what Death was throwing a fit about – it was all in Latin.
He could make out a few words though: cheat, a number – it could be 40, 400, or 4000; he doesn't know Latin well enough to tell – and so close. Alone, these details make absolutely no sense, and thinking about it is only making his headache worse. Kyle groaned, rubbing his temples.
A few moments later, he heard someone stop, behind him. They whispered something to the other girls they were walking with, and approached Kyle cautiously.
"Kyle?" Amy asked, concerned. "Are you okay? You look pale, and in pain." She sat down on the log next to him.
Kyle looked up at her. That girl from the library... Amy, I think? "No, I'm–I'm fine," he answered, gritting his teeth in obvious pain. Can you please shut up already? he inwardly chided Death angrily. LOREM IPSUM DOLOR SIT AMET, CON SECTETUR ADIPISCING ELIT! Death responded. Kyle groaned.
Amy was not convinced. “Are you sure? It looks to me like more than just a headache,” she challenged quietly.
Kyle looked at her annoyed, knowing he was fighting a losing battle. “I am fine, Amy.” He sighed, looking at the fire. “I expect your friends will be getting tired of waiting,” he added.
Amy looked over her shoulder at Zaylin and Luca. After a moment, she learned towards Kyle and whispered in his ear, “I know what you are.”
If it was possible, Kyle became even more pale. “You… you do?” he said, worried.
Amy looked at Kyle like a puzzle that desperately needed solving, before laughing. “Yes, you’re sick of course! C’mon, let me take you to the nurse. Maybe she has some aspirin?” she insisted. Sighing again, Kyle reluctantly stood up and followed her, winding through the crowd in search of the nurse. | Name: Jessie (Jess) Philips.
Age: Fourteen.
Year: First.
Normal or Supernatural: Supernatural. Jess is, to put it simply, a phoenix hybrid. A human fused with the likes of mythology, Jess was born with a set of deep red feathered wings, spanning about fifteen feet. As she grew older, she acquired abilities related to that of a phoenix—immunity to fire, heightened instincts, and a signature tattoo of a crest (which had begun to form at the age of eleven) just below her left collarbone.
Personality: A girl that has otherwise embraced her inner-fire, Jess is a hot-headed, loudly spoken individual. She carries herself with confidence, and is often said to be intimidating by those around her. She is stubborn and a bit on the rough side, lacking an understanding of empathy, which ultimately leaves her with very limited company.
Bio: She has very little memory of her father, a man who had allegedly died during her earlier years, her mother claiming it had been a car crash that ended his life. However, even at an early age, Jess knew this was utterly impossible, as there was simply no way that a man with Phoenix blood coursing through his veins would have died in such a mundane incident. Jess came to the conclusion that the man had vanished—or rather, had gone to reside elsewhere with his own kind than with the likes of humans.
It was no secret, though, that Jess held abilities similar to her father. While he could wield fire and control it at his will, Jess soon realized she was immune to it. Her mother thought lowly of her abilities, longing for a child that fit in a world of normalcy. Although her mother attempted to interest her daughter in things like cooking, knitting, and playing with dolls, Jess was far too fascinated by her Phoenix heritage.
Living in Montana, where the population generally remained constant, Jess was able to fly to her heart’s content, and roam around the scattered forests surrounding her small cottage of a house. In the day time, her schedule consisted of home school, followed by piano lessons, and ‘play time’. Being that Jess was… well, different, her mother confined her lone daughter, refusing to allow her to interact with others.
Her night time schedule did not hold much adventure for young Jess. Her mother worked as a nurse on the night shift, and Jess was to return home promptly at seven o’clock each night. Jess grew exceedingly tiresome of the same routine, her years spent day in and day out abiding to her mother’s strict rules. Jess was, under no condition, a little girl any longer. She couldn’t be held hostage forever.
Days later, Jess received an ominous letter to attend a prestigious school, for she’d finally come of age. Despite her mother’s efforts to keep her home, Jess had decided to go, stating that this would be a great opportunity to be with others her age. She would be careful, as she’d spent her whole life hiding. Surely it wouldn’t be that difficult. After a long discussion, her mother finally gave in, and reluctantly permitted her daughter to go to Northwood.
How You Came To The School: Invitation. Her mother could not afford the costs, so a full scholarship was given to her.
Dorm: Dorsey Hall.
Sorry! Didn't see this until now. You are accepted. |
47,791 | 1,295 | 89 | 1,250 | 1,504 | Amy had indeed followed Zaylin, but seeing the boy from the library look so miserable she had to do something. A quick word to Zaylin and Luca she had told them that she would make sure he got to a nurse okay.
She was thankful he had been willing, well maybe not willing, to go with her. He did look quite miserable. The pair of them had never talked before. Just nods here and there. He seemed nice, and she remembered him from last year.
Amy walked him over to the nurse who was sitting with Miss Reese. "Nurse Joy," Amy started. She didn't get any further into her explanation because the nurse took one look at the miserable looking Kyle and stood up.
"Goodness, Mr. Messor you look just downright terrible. Come on let's get you to my office." Nurse Joy turned to Miss Reese, "Make sure if anyone gets hurt they know where I am." Miss Reese nodded, stood and started making rounds around the fire. "Miss Snow you and your friends can stay here. I'll take care of Mr. Messor." | > !( "enter image title here")
>
>
> A rather pretty girl, Hazel is mostly known for her strange, mystical, and maybe even witchy eyes. She stands at about 5'10 and is thin and lanky, mostly due to her constant forgetfulness to eat and stay healthy. Her face is small and pale, and normally heavily made up, especially during school days. Hazel's lips are somewhat large and always curled into a pout, while her nose is small and rounded. Her eyes seem to be blue-green, and almost have a silvery appearance to them. Messy pale brown hair frames Hazel's round face, giving her a much more childish appearance. She is rarely seen in anything too fancy, oft preferring sweats and sweaters over dresses and heels, and her hair is normally held up in a large, messy bun, or loose and down to her mid-back.
>
>
> **Name:**
>
> Hazel Barwicke
>
> **Age:**
>
> 16
>
> **Year:**
>
> Third Year
>
> **Normal or Supernatural:**
>
> Clairvoyant (Unaware) - Sees the future through reflective surfaces, more so TVs and computer screens, and hears whispers through phones and during her dreams. Most of her precognition are hard to decipher and rarely wrong, but she has learned to somewhat use them to her advantage, even if she just thinks of them as mere lucky streaks. Also spiritually sensitive, and can see ghosts and other supernatural phenomena.
>
>
>
> **Personality:**
>
> Hazel is a clever and quick-witted young woman, with a sharp tongue and a direct way of approaching things. She is not afraid to speak her mind and will more times then not fight for what she believes is right before truly thinking into it. Very curious towards things that seem strange and loves to go out and adventure whenever she gets a chance. Typically cynical of most people, she is overly polite and quiet around strangers, and at times even friends, unless they are doing something outright wrong or immoral in her eyes. If that is the case, then she will not hold back on insults or reprimands until she feels it is right to stop. Over all introverted, she is easy to talk to but looses energy easily if around too many people, and after parties or large excursions she normally allows herself a day or two alone to relax and recharge. Plagued by visions and voices when both asleep and awake, Ash rarely sleeps well, and is rather forgetful. There are many times when she has forgotten to eat or speak during her daily life, which leaves her family a bit worried for her well-being.
>
> Absolutely loves poems, and has a rather clever mind. She could write music and lyrics for hours without stopping, and many times she has done exactly that. Easily stressed out, Hazel has trouble keeping calm at times, and if she gets too far into her panic she may suffer for anxiety attacks and other mildly worrying forms of panic. While she does her best to stay afloat in school, she can very quickly get discouraged if she is unable to do something as easily as she would like. Most of her stress is bore from her lack of sleep and her parents wish for her to keep doing well in school, and while some would say for her to simply take a break and nap it just isn't that easy. Excels in English and music classes, while she is relatively okay at math and science.
>
> Around TVs, phones, and other tech-related devices she is rather nervous. Her powers usually seem to filter through the slender, hole-ridden telephones or smooth, black screens of televisions, more clearly then anywhere else, so when she is close to any sort of electric based item she may hear whispers, or see images of the past or future. Her powers also filter in through still water, windows, mirrors, and dreams, and are overall very dull and hard to see and understand. She is unaware that this is even a power, instead thinking of it as her remembering something odd, like deja vu. She also seems to be sensitive to supernatural forces, and can at times see white outlines of people, or ghosts, as others would call them.
>
>
> **Bio:**
>
> Hazel was born into a normal, Thai-Irish family. She was the first (and only) child, heavily spoiled, and loved unconditionally by her doctor mother and lawyer father. Of course, due to her parents being busy with their work, she was often alone in her childhood, and though she acted like she didn't mind it kind of got to her eventually, leaving her to be a very withdrawn child. As she grew, Hazel began to notice all the people who lived in her house with them, like the man with the rope around his neck, and the children who often jumped from the railings to the foyer below while giggling hysterically. Hazel often told her parents of these people, but they brushed her off gently, calling them her "imaginary friends". And she soon began to believe they imaginary as well eventually.
>
> The first time she heard whispers of the future was when she was ten, and she was home alone playing with her dad's old guitar. The phone rang suddenly from the kitchen, the old white land line phone that had been broken for the passed three weeks, and Hazel answered with slight hesitance. On the other end, whispers, excited and certain, filtered through and filled her mind with images. She saw a cat, a bad test grade, and an unfamiliar, sobbing child. So surprised by these images, Hazel dropped the phone and fell back, yelling out in fear as the images took over her mind and caused a massive headache. She was bedridden for two days, and when she finally was able to walk and talk without getting a migraine and a nosebleed she returned to school. On her way, though, she was caught up by the most adorable, yet familiar looking cat. She spent a few minutes trying to coax it forward before continuing on her way. In her second period science class, there was a sudden quiz, which she didn't do too well on, receiving a low seventy as a grade, and during recess, the new kid was being harshly bullied. Hazel witnessed all of this, feeling such a heavy sense of deja vu that she almost felt sick.
>
> These odd phenomena continued happening, well into her middle school and then high school life, though she merely brushed them off as sleep-deprived hallucinations/lucky guesses. She was eventually enrolled into the Northwood Academy, and she transferred in during her sophomore year of high school.
>
> **How You Came to the School:**
>
> Transfer
>
> **Preferred Dorm:**
>
> Dorsey Hall
>
Accepted! |
47,792 | 1,295 | 90 | 1,250 | 1,504 | Stephen O'Connell
Stephen saw that Miss Reese got up and started walking around on her own. He liked Miss Reese, Teresa, he thought her name was. So what if there was an age gap? What's an age gap between two people who loved each other? Well, he loved her, he knew that much. If she loved him... he didn't know. She reminded him of his sister, in a way. Long, ginger hair, fair skin.
Stephen walked over to Miss Reese. The two of them would have lovely Irish children, he thought. He got over to her, and opened his mouth, but no sounds came out. Shit, he thought, What if she thinks I'm a member of the IRA?
Stephen closed his mouth, thankfully she hadn't noticed him. He attempted to speak to her again, "Hey," he said, hoping she would be able to understand him through his thick Irish accent, "How'd you like the fire?" | > !( "enter image title here")
>
>
> A rather pretty girl, Hazel is mostly known for her strange, mystical, and maybe even witchy eyes. She stands at about 5'10 and is thin and lanky, mostly due to her constant forgetfulness to eat and stay healthy. Her face is small and pale, and normally heavily made up, especially during school days. Hazel's lips are somewhat large and always curled into a pout, while her nose is small and rounded. Her eyes seem to be blue-green, and almost have a silvery appearance to them. Messy pale brown hair frames Hazel's round face, giving her a much more childish appearance. She is rarely seen in anything too fancy, oft preferring sweats and sweaters over dresses and heels, and her hair is normally held up in a large, messy bun, or loose and down to her mid-back.
>
>
> **Name:**
>
> Hazel Barwicke
>
> **Age:**
>
> 16
>
> **Year:**
>
> Third Year
>
> **Normal or Supernatural:**
>
> Clairvoyant (Unaware) - Sees the future through reflective surfaces, more so TVs and computer screens, and hears whispers through phones and during her dreams. Most of her precognition are hard to decipher and rarely wrong, but she has learned to somewhat use them to her advantage, even if she just thinks of them as mere lucky streaks. Also spiritually sensitive, and can see ghosts and other supernatural phenomena.
>
>
>
> **Personality:**
>
> Hazel is a clever and quick-witted young woman, with a sharp tongue and a direct way of approaching things. She is not afraid to speak her mind and will more times then not fight for what she believes is right before truly thinking into it. Very curious towards things that seem strange and loves to go out and adventure whenever she gets a chance. Typically cynical of most people, she is overly polite and quiet around strangers, and at times even friends, unless they are doing something outright wrong or immoral in her eyes. If that is the case, then she will not hold back on insults or reprimands until she feels it is right to stop. Over all introverted, she is easy to talk to but looses energy easily if around too many people, and after parties or large excursions she normally allows herself a day or two alone to relax and recharge. Plagued by visions and voices when both asleep and awake, Ash rarely sleeps well, and is rather forgetful. There are many times when she has forgotten to eat or speak during her daily life, which leaves her family a bit worried for her well-being.
>
> Absolutely loves poems, and has a rather clever mind. She could write music and lyrics for hours without stopping, and many times she has done exactly that. Easily stressed out, Hazel has trouble keeping calm at times, and if she gets too far into her panic she may suffer for anxiety attacks and other mildly worrying forms of panic. While she does her best to stay afloat in school, she can very quickly get discouraged if she is unable to do something as easily as she would like. Most of her stress is bore from her lack of sleep and her parents wish for her to keep doing well in school, and while some would say for her to simply take a break and nap it just isn't that easy. Excels in English and music classes, while she is relatively okay at math and science.
>
> Around TVs, phones, and other tech-related devices she is rather nervous. Her powers usually seem to filter through the slender, hole-ridden telephones or smooth, black screens of televisions, more clearly then anywhere else, so when she is close to any sort of electric based item she may hear whispers, or see images of the past or future. Her powers also filter in through still water, windows, mirrors, and dreams, and are overall very dull and hard to see and understand. She is unaware that this is even a power, instead thinking of it as her remembering something odd, like deja vu. She also seems to be sensitive to supernatural forces, and can at times see white outlines of people, or ghosts, as others would call them.
>
>
> **Bio:**
>
> Hazel was born into a normal, Thai-Irish family. She was the first (and only) child, heavily spoiled, and loved unconditionally by her doctor mother and lawyer father. Of course, due to her parents being busy with their work, she was often alone in her childhood, and though she acted like she didn't mind it kind of got to her eventually, leaving her to be a very withdrawn child. As she grew, Hazel began to notice all the people who lived in her house with them, like the man with the rope around his neck, and the children who often jumped from the railings to the foyer below while giggling hysterically. Hazel often told her parents of these people, but they brushed her off gently, calling them her "imaginary friends". And she soon began to believe they imaginary as well eventually.
>
> The first time she heard whispers of the future was when she was ten, and she was home alone playing with her dad's old guitar. The phone rang suddenly from the kitchen, the old white land line phone that had been broken for the passed three weeks, and Hazel answered with slight hesitance. On the other end, whispers, excited and certain, filtered through and filled her mind with images. She saw a cat, a bad test grade, and an unfamiliar, sobbing child. So surprised by these images, Hazel dropped the phone and fell back, yelling out in fear as the images took over her mind and caused a massive headache. She was bedridden for two days, and when she finally was able to walk and talk without getting a migraine and a nosebleed she returned to school. On her way, though, she was caught up by the most adorable, yet familiar looking cat. She spent a few minutes trying to coax it forward before continuing on her way. In her second period science class, there was a sudden quiz, which she didn't do too well on, receiving a low seventy as a grade, and during recess, the new kid was being harshly bullied. Hazel witnessed all of this, feeling such a heavy sense of deja vu that she almost felt sick.
>
> These odd phenomena continued happening, well into her middle school and then high school life, though she merely brushed them off as sleep-deprived hallucinations/lucky guesses. She was eventually enrolled into the Northwood Academy, and she transferred in during her sophomore year of high school.
>
> **How You Came to the School:**
>
> Transfer
>
> **Preferred Dorm:**
>
> Dorsey Hall
>
Accepted! |
47,793 | 1,295 | 91 | 1,250 | 1,504 | So... he said, nervously, "Are your from around here?" he wondered if he semeed creepy. He wanted to make the best first impression that he could, otherwise she might never accept an offer to go out with him. "I'm from Ireland," he said. | > !( "enter image title here")
>
>
> A rather pretty girl, Hazel is mostly known for her strange, mystical, and maybe even witchy eyes. She stands at about 5'10 and is thin and lanky, mostly due to her constant forgetfulness to eat and stay healthy. Her face is small and pale, and normally heavily made up, especially during school days. Hazel's lips are somewhat large and always curled into a pout, while her nose is small and rounded. Her eyes seem to be blue-green, and almost have a silvery appearance to them. Messy pale brown hair frames Hazel's round face, giving her a much more childish appearance. She is rarely seen in anything too fancy, oft preferring sweats and sweaters over dresses and heels, and her hair is normally held up in a large, messy bun, or loose and down to her mid-back.
>
>
> **Name:**
>
> Hazel Barwicke
>
> **Age:**
>
> 16
>
> **Year:**
>
> Third Year
>
> **Normal or Supernatural:**
>
> Clairvoyant (Unaware) - Sees the future through reflective surfaces, more so TVs and computer screens, and hears whispers through phones and during her dreams. Most of her precognition are hard to decipher and rarely wrong, but she has learned to somewhat use them to her advantage, even if she just thinks of them as mere lucky streaks. Also spiritually sensitive, and can see ghosts and other supernatural phenomena.
>
>
>
> **Personality:**
>
> Hazel is a clever and quick-witted young woman, with a sharp tongue and a direct way of approaching things. She is not afraid to speak her mind and will more times then not fight for what she believes is right before truly thinking into it. Very curious towards things that seem strange and loves to go out and adventure whenever she gets a chance. Typically cynical of most people, she is overly polite and quiet around strangers, and at times even friends, unless they are doing something outright wrong or immoral in her eyes. If that is the case, then she will not hold back on insults or reprimands until she feels it is right to stop. Over all introverted, she is easy to talk to but looses energy easily if around too many people, and after parties or large excursions she normally allows herself a day or two alone to relax and recharge. Plagued by visions and voices when both asleep and awake, Ash rarely sleeps well, and is rather forgetful. There are many times when she has forgotten to eat or speak during her daily life, which leaves her family a bit worried for her well-being.
>
> Absolutely loves poems, and has a rather clever mind. She could write music and lyrics for hours without stopping, and many times she has done exactly that. Easily stressed out, Hazel has trouble keeping calm at times, and if she gets too far into her panic she may suffer for anxiety attacks and other mildly worrying forms of panic. While she does her best to stay afloat in school, she can very quickly get discouraged if she is unable to do something as easily as she would like. Most of her stress is bore from her lack of sleep and her parents wish for her to keep doing well in school, and while some would say for her to simply take a break and nap it just isn't that easy. Excels in English and music classes, while she is relatively okay at math and science.
>
> Around TVs, phones, and other tech-related devices she is rather nervous. Her powers usually seem to filter through the slender, hole-ridden telephones or smooth, black screens of televisions, more clearly then anywhere else, so when she is close to any sort of electric based item she may hear whispers, or see images of the past or future. Her powers also filter in through still water, windows, mirrors, and dreams, and are overall very dull and hard to see and understand. She is unaware that this is even a power, instead thinking of it as her remembering something odd, like deja vu. She also seems to be sensitive to supernatural forces, and can at times see white outlines of people, or ghosts, as others would call them.
>
>
> **Bio:**
>
> Hazel was born into a normal, Thai-Irish family. She was the first (and only) child, heavily spoiled, and loved unconditionally by her doctor mother and lawyer father. Of course, due to her parents being busy with their work, she was often alone in her childhood, and though she acted like she didn't mind it kind of got to her eventually, leaving her to be a very withdrawn child. As she grew, Hazel began to notice all the people who lived in her house with them, like the man with the rope around his neck, and the children who often jumped from the railings to the foyer below while giggling hysterically. Hazel often told her parents of these people, but they brushed her off gently, calling them her "imaginary friends". And she soon began to believe they imaginary as well eventually.
>
> The first time she heard whispers of the future was when she was ten, and she was home alone playing with her dad's old guitar. The phone rang suddenly from the kitchen, the old white land line phone that had been broken for the passed three weeks, and Hazel answered with slight hesitance. On the other end, whispers, excited and certain, filtered through and filled her mind with images. She saw a cat, a bad test grade, and an unfamiliar, sobbing child. So surprised by these images, Hazel dropped the phone and fell back, yelling out in fear as the images took over her mind and caused a massive headache. She was bedridden for two days, and when she finally was able to walk and talk without getting a migraine and a nosebleed she returned to school. On her way, though, she was caught up by the most adorable, yet familiar looking cat. She spent a few minutes trying to coax it forward before continuing on her way. In her second period science class, there was a sudden quiz, which she didn't do too well on, receiving a low seventy as a grade, and during recess, the new kid was being harshly bullied. Hazel witnessed all of this, feeling such a heavy sense of deja vu that she almost felt sick.
>
> These odd phenomena continued happening, well into her middle school and then high school life, though she merely brushed them off as sleep-deprived hallucinations/lucky guesses. She was eventually enrolled into the Northwood Academy, and she transferred in during her sophomore year of high school.
>
> **How You Came to the School:**
>
> Transfer
>
> **Preferred Dorm:**
>
> Dorsey Hall
>
Accepted! |
47,794 | 1,295 | 92 | 2,167 | 1,574 | Rightfully so, he told Miss Reese, "It's beautiful, all of the fields, the fresh air, I can't wait to go back for Christmas." Stephen sighed, "See all of my family, my five brothers, two sisters," he chuckled, "I've got countless cousins."
Stephen looked into the fire for a few seconds, "Maybe I could take you to look around Ireland, one day." | > Name: Ash Mareinos
>
> Appearance first (image):
> Ash has an irregular oblong red tinted birthmark just above her left knee. She has a scar on the inside of left arm where she cut it on accident while playing on some farm equipment, and another on her right knee from falling off her bike while learning how to ride. Her ears are pierced.
> (
>
> Age: 15
>
> Year: 2nd year
>
> Normal or Supernatural (as in, what are you?): Supernatural. Ash is the far descendant of water nymphs. She is the first in a very long time to show any promise. Her gifts would be control of water, ability to breath under water, she is far enough removed from the original Nymph in her line that she will not have the control over sexual desires that is common with Nymphs. She is also an excellent singer, and her parents had her classically trained.
>
> Personality: Ash is brilliant, but she doesn't apply herself. At Northwood she does the bare minimum to not get in trouble. She avoids the smaller school work as much as possible, but aces her tests with ease. She has a streak of anger that comes out when questioned about her choices. She's modest and prefers long skirts, since she can't wear pants at school. Though she always has a pair packed in case of need to climb a tree. Ash is tom-boyish and outgoing.
>
> Bio: Ash is descendant from the nymph Pareia and Minos' son Nephalion. She was raised on a ranch in Upstate New York. The ranch had a lake that she spent most of her summers in. As such her skin is tanned deeply (Don't let the photo fool you). Ash doesn't know who her ancestors are. What she knows is she's a really good swimmer and never seems to have to come for air. Her parents take a vacation to the ocean for two weeks every year, there she swims in the ocean and seems unbothered by the tides.
>
> It was during one of these trips to the ocean that one of her older brother was pulled out to sea in a riptide. Ash freaked out and swam to him, she was miraculously able to rescue her brother. He swears that the ocean obeyed her pleas for his safety, and has become very devout about her safety. They exchange letters frequently.
>
> Ash has several other brothers varying in older and younger (there are a total of 6 boys), she's a middle child. Because of all of her brother's she has grown up rather tom-boyish, she's the type to walk a fence or take a dare.
>
> Ash is nervous about the lake after last year's incident, but the draw to swim it much too strong for her to ignore it for long.
>
> How you came to the school (did you transfer or are you a Year 1 student?): She started here her first year.
>
> Preferred Dorm: Wells Hall
>
> _______________________________________
> Name: Amy Snow
>
> Appearance first (image):
> (
>
> Age: 15
>
> Year: 2nd
>
> Normal or Supernatural (as in, what are you?): Normal
>
> Personality: Not outgoing, unless it's going to the Library. She holds no resentment over being an orphan, in fact she believes that she's got it made. She has no family history to hold her back. Amy has a drive to prove herself in the classroom. She is easily found in the library. Amy is an extrovert surprisingly, so even though she revels in books Amy needs friendship. She's not daring enough to be part of Ash's group of friends, and it's clear Ash doesn't have much time for someone so stuck in her books.
>
> Bio: Amy is an orphan. She was raised in a Home, capital H and all. All she knows of her family is her name. Other than that she has never cared. She may have been raised in the Home, but she grew up in the library. She lived close enough to DC to take two buses every weekend into the city to go to the Library of Congress, and the Smithsonian. She was, by the time she was ten, considered a permanent fixture in the library.
>
> When she turned 14 one of the librarians put a stack of school applications in front of her. She filled them all out and was accepted to most (only the ones who needed more socialization in her record turned her down). Amy was told by the librarians that she was to apply all of herself to her school work and they'd pay and find scholarships for her. They want her to succeed, and she wants to show them how much she really can do. Her strength is in languages, but she isn't short in sciences or maths.
>
> Amy didn't know the girl last year, but it struck her deep. She won't have anything to do with the lake now.
>
> How you came to the school (did you transfer or are you a Year 1 student?): Came as a 1st year.
>
> Preferred Dorm: Elliot Hall
>
>
>
Accepted! |
47,795 | 1,295 | 93 | 1,250 | 1,504 | Place holder | > !( "enter image title here")
>
>
> A rather pretty girl, Hazel is mostly known for her strange, mystical, and maybe even witchy eyes. She stands at about 5'10 and is thin and lanky, mostly due to her constant forgetfulness to eat and stay healthy. Her face is small and pale, and normally heavily made up, especially during school days. Hazel's lips are somewhat large and always curled into a pout, while her nose is small and rounded. Her eyes seem to be blue-green, and almost have a silvery appearance to them. Messy pale brown hair frames Hazel's round face, giving her a much more childish appearance. She is rarely seen in anything too fancy, oft preferring sweats and sweaters over dresses and heels, and her hair is normally held up in a large, messy bun, or loose and down to her mid-back.
>
>
> **Name:**
>
> Hazel Barwicke
>
> **Age:**
>
> 16
>
> **Year:**
>
> Third Year
>
> **Normal or Supernatural:**
>
> Clairvoyant (Unaware) - Sees the future through reflective surfaces, more so TVs and computer screens, and hears whispers through phones and during her dreams. Most of her precognition are hard to decipher and rarely wrong, but she has learned to somewhat use them to her advantage, even if she just thinks of them as mere lucky streaks. Also spiritually sensitive, and can see ghosts and other supernatural phenomena.
>
>
>
> **Personality:**
>
> Hazel is a clever and quick-witted young woman, with a sharp tongue and a direct way of approaching things. She is not afraid to speak her mind and will more times then not fight for what she believes is right before truly thinking into it. Very curious towards things that seem strange and loves to go out and adventure whenever she gets a chance. Typically cynical of most people, she is overly polite and quiet around strangers, and at times even friends, unless they are doing something outright wrong or immoral in her eyes. If that is the case, then she will not hold back on insults or reprimands until she feels it is right to stop. Over all introverted, she is easy to talk to but looses energy easily if around too many people, and after parties or large excursions she normally allows herself a day or two alone to relax and recharge. Plagued by visions and voices when both asleep and awake, Ash rarely sleeps well, and is rather forgetful. There are many times when she has forgotten to eat or speak during her daily life, which leaves her family a bit worried for her well-being.
>
> Absolutely loves poems, and has a rather clever mind. She could write music and lyrics for hours without stopping, and many times she has done exactly that. Easily stressed out, Hazel has trouble keeping calm at times, and if she gets too far into her panic she may suffer for anxiety attacks and other mildly worrying forms of panic. While she does her best to stay afloat in school, she can very quickly get discouraged if she is unable to do something as easily as she would like. Most of her stress is bore from her lack of sleep and her parents wish for her to keep doing well in school, and while some would say for her to simply take a break and nap it just isn't that easy. Excels in English and music classes, while she is relatively okay at math and science.
>
> Around TVs, phones, and other tech-related devices she is rather nervous. Her powers usually seem to filter through the slender, hole-ridden telephones or smooth, black screens of televisions, more clearly then anywhere else, so when she is close to any sort of electric based item she may hear whispers, or see images of the past or future. Her powers also filter in through still water, windows, mirrors, and dreams, and are overall very dull and hard to see and understand. She is unaware that this is even a power, instead thinking of it as her remembering something odd, like deja vu. She also seems to be sensitive to supernatural forces, and can at times see white outlines of people, or ghosts, as others would call them.
>
>
> **Bio:**
>
> Hazel was born into a normal, Thai-Irish family. She was the first (and only) child, heavily spoiled, and loved unconditionally by her doctor mother and lawyer father. Of course, due to her parents being busy with their work, she was often alone in her childhood, and though she acted like she didn't mind it kind of got to her eventually, leaving her to be a very withdrawn child. As she grew, Hazel began to notice all the people who lived in her house with them, like the man with the rope around his neck, and the children who often jumped from the railings to the foyer below while giggling hysterically. Hazel often told her parents of these people, but they brushed her off gently, calling them her "imaginary friends". And she soon began to believe they imaginary as well eventually.
>
> The first time she heard whispers of the future was when she was ten, and she was home alone playing with her dad's old guitar. The phone rang suddenly from the kitchen, the old white land line phone that had been broken for the passed three weeks, and Hazel answered with slight hesitance. On the other end, whispers, excited and certain, filtered through and filled her mind with images. She saw a cat, a bad test grade, and an unfamiliar, sobbing child. So surprised by these images, Hazel dropped the phone and fell back, yelling out in fear as the images took over her mind and caused a massive headache. She was bedridden for two days, and when she finally was able to walk and talk without getting a migraine and a nosebleed she returned to school. On her way, though, she was caught up by the most adorable, yet familiar looking cat. She spent a few minutes trying to coax it forward before continuing on her way. In her second period science class, there was a sudden quiz, which she didn't do too well on, receiving a low seventy as a grade, and during recess, the new kid was being harshly bullied. Hazel witnessed all of this, feeling such a heavy sense of deja vu that she almost felt sick.
>
> These odd phenomena continued happening, well into her middle school and then high school life, though she merely brushed them off as sleep-deprived hallucinations/lucky guesses. She was eventually enrolled into the Northwood Academy, and she transferred in during her sophomore year of high school.
>
> **How You Came to the School:**
>
> Transfer
>
> **Preferred Dorm:**
>
> Dorsey Hall
>
Accepted! |
47,796 | 1,295 | 94 | 1,250 | 1,504 | Time skip to Monday morning. Unless you really want to do the football game
(I'll get a morning announcement up with class schedule)
-Morning swim practice from 5:30 AM to 6:45 AM
-Morning girls and boys soccer conditioning from 5:30 AM to 6:30 AM
-Morning track practice from 5:45 AM to 6:55 AM
-Afternoon football practice from 3:45-5:00 | > !( "enter image title here")
>
>
> A rather pretty girl, Hazel is mostly known for her strange, mystical, and maybe even witchy eyes. She stands at about 5'10 and is thin and lanky, mostly due to her constant forgetfulness to eat and stay healthy. Her face is small and pale, and normally heavily made up, especially during school days. Hazel's lips are somewhat large and always curled into a pout, while her nose is small and rounded. Her eyes seem to be blue-green, and almost have a silvery appearance to them. Messy pale brown hair frames Hazel's round face, giving her a much more childish appearance. She is rarely seen in anything too fancy, oft preferring sweats and sweaters over dresses and heels, and her hair is normally held up in a large, messy bun, or loose and down to her mid-back.
>
>
> **Name:**
>
> Hazel Barwicke
>
> **Age:**
>
> 16
>
> **Year:**
>
> Third Year
>
> **Normal or Supernatural:**
>
> Clairvoyant (Unaware) - Sees the future through reflective surfaces, more so TVs and computer screens, and hears whispers through phones and during her dreams. Most of her precognition are hard to decipher and rarely wrong, but she has learned to somewhat use them to her advantage, even if she just thinks of them as mere lucky streaks. Also spiritually sensitive, and can see ghosts and other supernatural phenomena.
>
>
>
> **Personality:**
>
> Hazel is a clever and quick-witted young woman, with a sharp tongue and a direct way of approaching things. She is not afraid to speak her mind and will more times then not fight for what she believes is right before truly thinking into it. Very curious towards things that seem strange and loves to go out and adventure whenever she gets a chance. Typically cynical of most people, she is overly polite and quiet around strangers, and at times even friends, unless they are doing something outright wrong or immoral in her eyes. If that is the case, then she will not hold back on insults or reprimands until she feels it is right to stop. Over all introverted, she is easy to talk to but looses energy easily if around too many people, and after parties or large excursions she normally allows herself a day or two alone to relax and recharge. Plagued by visions and voices when both asleep and awake, Ash rarely sleeps well, and is rather forgetful. There are many times when she has forgotten to eat or speak during her daily life, which leaves her family a bit worried for her well-being.
>
> Absolutely loves poems, and has a rather clever mind. She could write music and lyrics for hours without stopping, and many times she has done exactly that. Easily stressed out, Hazel has trouble keeping calm at times, and if she gets too far into her panic she may suffer for anxiety attacks and other mildly worrying forms of panic. While she does her best to stay afloat in school, she can very quickly get discouraged if she is unable to do something as easily as she would like. Most of her stress is bore from her lack of sleep and her parents wish for her to keep doing well in school, and while some would say for her to simply take a break and nap it just isn't that easy. Excels in English and music classes, while she is relatively okay at math and science.
>
> Around TVs, phones, and other tech-related devices she is rather nervous. Her powers usually seem to filter through the slender, hole-ridden telephones or smooth, black screens of televisions, more clearly then anywhere else, so when she is close to any sort of electric based item she may hear whispers, or see images of the past or future. Her powers also filter in through still water, windows, mirrors, and dreams, and are overall very dull and hard to see and understand. She is unaware that this is even a power, instead thinking of it as her remembering something odd, like deja vu. She also seems to be sensitive to supernatural forces, and can at times see white outlines of people, or ghosts, as others would call them.
>
>
> **Bio:**
>
> Hazel was born into a normal, Thai-Irish family. She was the first (and only) child, heavily spoiled, and loved unconditionally by her doctor mother and lawyer father. Of course, due to her parents being busy with their work, she was often alone in her childhood, and though she acted like she didn't mind it kind of got to her eventually, leaving her to be a very withdrawn child. As she grew, Hazel began to notice all the people who lived in her house with them, like the man with the rope around his neck, and the children who often jumped from the railings to the foyer below while giggling hysterically. Hazel often told her parents of these people, but they brushed her off gently, calling them her "imaginary friends". And she soon began to believe they imaginary as well eventually.
>
> The first time she heard whispers of the future was when she was ten, and she was home alone playing with her dad's old guitar. The phone rang suddenly from the kitchen, the old white land line phone that had been broken for the passed three weeks, and Hazel answered with slight hesitance. On the other end, whispers, excited and certain, filtered through and filled her mind with images. She saw a cat, a bad test grade, and an unfamiliar, sobbing child. So surprised by these images, Hazel dropped the phone and fell back, yelling out in fear as the images took over her mind and caused a massive headache. She was bedridden for two days, and when she finally was able to walk and talk without getting a migraine and a nosebleed she returned to school. On her way, though, she was caught up by the most adorable, yet familiar looking cat. She spent a few minutes trying to coax it forward before continuing on her way. In her second period science class, there was a sudden quiz, which she didn't do too well on, receiving a low seventy as a grade, and during recess, the new kid was being harshly bullied. Hazel witnessed all of this, feeling such a heavy sense of deja vu that she almost felt sick.
>
> These odd phenomena continued happening, well into her middle school and then high school life, though she merely brushed them off as sleep-deprived hallucinations/lucky guesses. She was eventually enrolled into the Northwood Academy, and she transferred in during her sophomore year of high school.
>
> **How You Came to the School:**
>
> Transfer
>
> **Preferred Dorm:**
>
> Dorsey Hall
>
Accepted! |
47,797 | 1,296 | 0 | 2,465 | 3,266 | "Humans are such interesting creatures, aren't they?"
Miko Rodriguez, aged thirty-one, an army officer, trained to hold his ground and stand courageously against all that threaten the sovereignty of his country, threats that include terrorists, rivaling countries, and sometimes even, his own country men, resisted the urge to shudder. Fear was not an unknown concept to him -- he had felt it, and held steadfast in spite of it.
He liked to think that it was courage, and not insanity that held him, but the man before him made him feel afraid.
It was a primal, dark fear that held tightly to his neck, choking the air out of him, making it hard to breathe. It was the fear felt only when a living being was faced with inevitability of its death, knowing that it was coming, but unable to stop it, only able to look on as the scythe of the Reaper slowly bled its soul out. With every passing second, Death drew closer, it course unaltered, its pace undeterred, and the man facing him was without any doubts that fact personified.
Somehow, he found it in him to answer.
"H-how so?"
With a smile, the man looked away from him, and suddenly Miko could breathe again. The man directed his gaze towards the crowd of reporters and government officials waiting for him behind the curtain.
"Humanity is constantly on the move to create more destructive, brilliant weapons of war," he then chuckles, a hollow, echoing sound that Miko is sure will make an appearance in his nightmares tonight, "and then, they suddenly create all manner of excuses to keep them from ever being used again. Restriction upon restriction, putting up walls around these most precious weapons, acting as though others would never dream of using those weapons against them. Up until that final moment, when the life dies out of their eyes."
Miko swallowed.
"I, uh, I don't understand, sir. Are you perhaps referencing the Beijing Crisis?"
The Beijing Crisis, an incident that happened only a ten months ago. China had armed and detonated a nuclear missile near the coast of South Korea. It was only by chance that the winds were blowing away from the country, and consequently avoided the effects of a nuclear fallout. The reactions to this incident very, very nearly started World War 3, avoiding that outcome only by a hairsbreadth.
In response, the man simply smiled.
"Am I? Heh."
And then his name was called. The monster in a man's skin stood and met with his audience, who were unaware with just what was coming to speak to them this day. Miko stood and watched with relief as he was no longer the sole object of his attention.
"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen," he began, "I would first like to say that it is an honor, to have been selected as Trinidad's next Director. I promise you that, without a doubt, you shall be witness to monumental changes in my term of office."
Jose E. Bathla, 5th Director of Trinidad Noble Arms Academy, has come to power.
It was too early. The bomb went off too early. This was not according to plan!
Amidst the smoke and flames, she ran away. She noticed that none of her compatriots were near her. Either they got caught by the blast radius and were dead, or got caught by the police and were as good as dead. In either case, she had to make her escape top priority.
Exhaling, she took a picture out from her pants pockets, and a long Kris appeared in her hands. The blade cut through the shadow of the building she was under, and she grit her teeth. Her head was spinning and her chest hurt. She could only get a few meters from this jump. She had to make it count.
As you could expect from students returning from summer break, going to school early in the morning was a miserable and lethargic ordeal. It was almost impossible to muster the energy to plod through the gates, and most of the people who had that energy where either the ones that genuinely enjoyed going back to school - much to the bafflement of their peers - or had something jolt them awake.
Or, of course, you could be getting into a fight inside the classroom.
"FUCKYOUANDYOURMOMYOUPIECEOFSHI-"
"FATASSRETARDFUCKINGDIEYOUSONOFA-"
Two students, one male, one female, shouting over each other in the confines of the classroom, had more than enough energy for their entire class, who looked like they could care less about their argument. In fact, some of them had already nodded off to sleep.
There was nothing new about fights breaking out in Trinidad. There was nothing new about having injuries come out of it as well. Noble Arm Academy or not, the school was infamous for a reason. Seeing a scuffle or two break out was nothing special.
That was the mindset that most of the students in the class acted upon. A fight or two was nothing to be concerned about. Let them deal with it among themselves.
Well, that was their mindset, up until clear, crisp "click" of a gun rang through.
And suddenly both students were armed. The girl with a pair of flintlocks, the boy with a single Luger. As if moving with one mind, the class suddenly moved far away from the both of them. Fights were one thing, but if Noble Arms were involved . . . well, this was one of the few times the students of Trinidad thought that the best thing to do first was call a teacher. | Age: 17
Noble Arm:
The Champion - a Roman gladius with a golden pommel. It's first ability, titled "Arena" is a strong mental suggestion that forces his opponents to fight him in a straight forward duel - that is to say, they will find themselves unable to fight him using anything but their fists and physical prowess. Should Joshua manage to win while they are under the influence of this ability, his second ability activates automatically; "Spoils of War" takes away a piece of the defeated one's skill or ability. This can be anything to mental capacity or physical prowess, and does, in fact, affect Noble Arms abilities. Joshua contests that he does not "steal" from his opponents, but simply makes a permanent copy of their abilities, however, those that have lost to him have found themselves unable to access the skills he now possesses, earning him his reputation as the Bogeyman of Arms Masters.
Bio:
Age: 16
Noble Arm:
The Green Dragon - a guan dao, that some like to say was bestowed on her by the spirit of Guan Yu himself.
Bio:
Age: 17
Noble Arm:
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Leo John Cojuangco
Age: 17
Noble Arm: My Glory - a German Kriegsmesser sword.
Noble Arm Abilities:
"Center of the World" - While he has not scratched even the bare surface of his abilities true potential, which is suspected to be the manipulation of each of the known fundamental interactions of nature. So far, all he's been able to do is alter the gravity of everything of an area within an 18 meter radius of him.
"The Greatest and the Least" - Leo is able to manipulate the mass of an object he's come into contact with. The 'mass' itself is imaginary, as the objects who's mass increases do not actually gain any additional matter.
Bio:
Age: 17
Noble Arm: My Plea - a Roman Pilum.
Noble Arm Abilities:
Bio:
Age: 16
Noble Arm: Diavolo - The Demon Bow, C+ Ranked Noble Arm. A sleek black longbow with the carving of a demons head on each end.
Noble Arm Abilities: "From Hell" - The black bow is capable of turning its wielder and projectiles invisible. Moreover, shots fired from the bow can have have their momentum "paused" and held suspended in mid air until they are released, at which point they continue on their course, losing none of their power. The arrows can be moved and turned while they are suspended, thus changing the direction of their flight.
Bio: From a relatively rich family with Spanish descent, Tristan distinguished himself by being the youngest to attain the rank of #3 in Trinidad, which, while seemingly no great feat due to the schools standards, was actually more difficult than apparent at first glance, due in part to his competition. Among the top 3, he is the one who has least participated in duels.
Age: 17
Noble Arm:
Bio:
Age: 15
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Age: 16
Noble Arm:
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Bio:
Age: 14
Noble Arm: Conquistador - a B+ -rank NA, shaped silver rapier 114 centimeters long.
Noble Arm Abilities:
"The Conqueror" - A passive effect of conquistador. The more opponents arrayed against her, the stronger and more durable she becomes, moreover, the strength gained is relative to the strength of her individual opponents. The effect decreases with allies on her side. When tested, this ability allowed to decimate a trained group of military Noble Arms users with brute strength alone.
"God, Gold & Glory" - Allows her to fight at full strength no matter her condition. Even should she be near death, she will still be capable of fighting as though still fresh. She will only stop once her body is no longer able to handle the burden placed on it, at which point she will simply collapse.
"Indomitable" - Her ultimate trump card. It is a defensive ability that empowers her with the speed to counter all attacks thrown at her, while simultaneously eradicating it from existence. It's limits have not been tested to its fullest, however, Sevhanna was able to effectively react to five tank shells shot at the same time, destroying all simultaneously and without effort. It is suspected that if her upper limits are tested, she may be promoted to A-rank.
Bio: The youngest in history to ever hold a spot in the top 10 of Trinidad, with the extremely distinct honor of also being the eighth person to hold a B-rank Noble Arm within its walls, and 1 of 50 people in the Philippines to hold that rank, while being the only one with the potential to become A-rank. She comes from a mountain tribe in the foggy regions of Baguio. Being the first in her family to manifest a Noble Arm of such power, she was immediately scouted and her education practically given to her on a silver platter.
Age: 18
Noble Arm:
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Age: 15
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Age: 16
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47,798 | 1,296 | 1 | 106 | 238 | King San Dao did not react to the impending murder at all, seemingly fully concentrating on upholding that incredibly delicate state of mind which was absolutely required for his current task at hand, which was drawing doodles with a big black felt pen. One by one the notebook's pristine pages were defaced by images of farts, guitars, smiling faces and incredibly perverted caricatures on the teachers and classmates - though, none of the pictures were created with ill intent or any amount of spite in mind, it's just that King's hands were forever restless and itching for an object to busy themselves with, be it a guitar, a pen or a knife, and his sense of humor, owing to a very interesting childhood, was incredibly crude - hence, the ass-faces and writings like "Broseph E.Bola" instead of the study notes.
"Oi, Takumi," He suddenly asked the pupil that he hoped he could call a friend sitting in front of him with a quiet whisper, still not ceasing his diligent painting effort, "Wanna break them up? Or competition should thin itself out, huh?" | Name: Takumi Isamaru
Place of origin: Tokyo, Japan
Age: 17
Height: 180cm
Eye and hair color: Grey
Noble Arm: "Vox Vulgaris," a C-Rank Sword Interference/Communication-type Arm.
Noble Arm Name & Appearance: Vox Vulgaris takes the form of a long sword of vaguely Japanese design, with an almost-straight blade akin to the weapons of the pre-katana era, but with katana-styled tip sharpening. Takumi refers to his sword as a longsword, katana, or tsurugi, seemingly at random and freely switches the appelations if the theme of weapons or Noble Arms comes up. Given his background (and fighting style) this error is rather obviously deliberate to those who know him well.
Abilities:
The abilities of Vox Vulgaris are multi-faceted, trading raw unrestrained power for a panoply of useful effects.
Takumi made a habit of adding three-word somewhat poetic summaries to rote uses of his power, making it easier mentally to call upon on specific manifestations of it:
● Communication Control suite allows Takumi to control lines of communication.
● Involvement Adjustment allows Takumi to increase or decrease the amount of enthusiasm or apathy in an individual.
● Perception Intrusion abilities allow Takumi to manipulate basilisks, understand (and with time and practice, create and deploy) memetic weaponry, and manipulate perception of the world in a targeted individual.
● Entropy Manipulation abilities are those of chaos, violence and disharmony. Their concepts are destruction, removal and excisement. That isn’t to say, though, that destruction doesn’t have a certain art to it, particularly if collateral damage is to be avoided. These abilities as used by Takumi allow for selective, targeted destruction. He carefully chooses his focus and then introduces chaos, changing variables in the background just enough to throw things out of balance.
Personality:
*Likes: People who stand for their beliefs (even if those beliefs are directly opposite to his own)
*Dislikes: His family, people who believe that something is "fated"
Fears: To not amount to anything
Defining virtue: Inquisitive
Defining vice: Rebellious
Quote: "Now you see me... And now you don't."
Bio:
Takumi comes from the renowned Isamaru family, who have made their name during the aftermath of World War II in Japan.
His ancestors are well-known: his grandfather, Daito "Tetsujin" Isamaru, with his "Kongou no Yoroi" was one of the oldest Noble Arm users recorded in the country, and his matter strengthening abilities helped during the post-war rebuilding; his father Daiichi "Atomic Samurai" Isamaru, who has helped to clean up at the most terrible natural disaster sites of the second half of XX and XXI centuries (including Chernobyl, Bhopal and Fukushima) due to his peculiar ability to ignore adverse external conditions, is lauded as a hero; his family's zaibatsu is at the forefront of turning Noble Arm abilities into useful product and research into these strange para-humans.
Since birth, Takumi was put under great pressure to conform and to confirm his family's great name. His rather early-manifesting Arm saw to that he was put into training as early as five years old. He wasn't told the actual reason for such haste until he was seven — apparently, shortly after the atomic bombings of 1945 the grandfather of the family met an early Noble Arm user, whose soul-weapon manifested as the earthly version of one of Japan's three legendary treasures, the mirror of Yata. This woman told him a lot of his future, which allowed the Isamaru Group to prosper, but the price for this knowledge was that he knew, beyond the shadow of a doubt, that a great calamity would befall him and his in three generations, and it was now apparently up to Takumi to withstand it.
Except it was not up to Takumi at all. While he alternated between resentment, depression, understanding, and rage, his sister, who was deemed unfit to lead, awakened her Noble Arm, "Vox Fati," and beat him at the first practice. She was obviously neither as proficient nor as trained, yet it happened — apparently it was "fated" that he would never win against her. She then proceeded to beat him at each and every duel thereafter, no matter how hard he tried or what tricks he pulled.
Takumi didn't let it get to him... until a review of his grandfather's papers after his demise uncovered a journal that conclusively confirmed the "Child that Withstands The Calamity" as female. At that point... no one specifically made anything worse for him, but his father stopped considering him vital and started considering him... expendable. The focus of the family's research switched to Reika, leaving Takumi alone and frankly, somewhat bitter.
At some point thereafter he broke. Having a coldly worded congratulation about being accepted into one of the top Noble Arm user academies in Japan thrust into his hands by the family butler had something snap inside him. He used most of his connections and resources available to him as the elder son of a prosperous japanese zaibatsu and moved to the Phillippines, enrolling to their Trinidad Academy instead. He's determined to prove that he has intrinsic worth, not as child of prophecy, or a heir to something, and to forge some legacy he can call his own.
*Current Goal: To start forging some sort of basis for his own legacy
Student Rank: 602 |
47,799 | 1,296 | 2 | 1,365 | 7,521 | Well i dunno, it seems... ki-i-inda cruel, King philosophized, "Aren't we like, the nice people? Methinks, it's a right thing to do. Also," The chinaman hesitated briefly, but immediately overcame himself. "You wouldn't mind if i copied your notes later, right? You know me, i'll study 'em real diligent like." | Name: King San Dao
Age: 15
Nationality: Unspecified
Noble Arm: Stairway To Heaven is...
In its initial appearance, a mighty siege tower built in the image of a round eastern pagoda with as much attention directed towards style as to defensive capabilities! It is cylindrical in shape, standing one hundred and eight holy feet tall and half as much wide, built out of countless overlapping plates of incredible and unbelievable metal that is not known to mankind - every plate is unique in it's appearance, some thick and rectangular, some thin and round, some fractal and some oval, tarnished and shining, engraved and polished, with leering daemonic faces and marks of unknown battles cut into the metal's surface by unknown means and at unknown times. The material is incredibly heavy, many times denser than iridium, absolutely inert chemically, perfectly inelastic and superconductive. It should also be noted that despite being called a "metal" the material does not really has a conventional molecular or atomic structure at all, existing beyond some laws of physics. At the bottom of the tower, on the underside, there are eight spheres of that metal on which the tower rolls into battle, and on the top of it there's a dais guarded by two curling dragons on which the commander should stand while striking a heroic pose without any regard to his protection or safety when the deadly instrument of belligerence enters the conquered fortress. No siege tower would be complete without a harrizon, and so, on every of the nine 12-foot "stories" of the tower there is a crew or a eighteen archers, every single one, together with his gear and armaments wrought from the tower's mystical metal, ready to repel attackers and rain great swarms of arrows upon all enemies. However, the rigid nature of metal makes it unsuitable for strings, the bowmen are clearly lacking the manifold joints needed for excercising archery, and, most importantly, the overlapping armor-plates of the exterior and cramped interior provide no embrasure for archers to shoot from, nor any space to comfortably draw the bow if they could. Additionaly, if one would be scrutinous enough to examine the construction's sphere-wheels, he'd find that they are embedded into the construction and are incapable of actually rotating to provide mobility - after one recovers from the breathtaking glory ofthe rampart's menacing sight, it becomes clear to him that in actuality the most it can do in battle is very efficiently obstruct space. The reason behind this inefficiency is King's absolute ineptitude in siegecraft and large-scale warfare - a weakness which becomes absolutely insignificant when the tower's true power is revealed through power of will and thought! The wondrous special abilities of this Noble Arm are:
-Metaphysical Construction - the tower is not a true material object in the normal sense of the word, but instead, like every other Arm, a manifestation of King's spiritual energy, personality and nature, which will be described later. As such, it doesn't really exist in the world on constant basis, instead springing into reality whenever the user wishes it, existing literally at the speed of thought, controlled and constrained by King's ability to imagine and envision - in order to manifest the Tower at some point in space, he must clearly depict it's position and the world's reaction to its sudden appearance in his mind, after which it will immediately appear. There are no special effects and no visual or audial cue to the oncoming manifestation except maybe the brief look of incredible concentration on King's face, making it very useful for a dynamic entry or sudden and impressive display of power.
-Partial Manifestation - at some point during his life King realized the nature of his ability and, as any other person would, immediately tried to exploit it in beneficial and dishonest ways - surprisingly, these attempts were successfull! After a great deal of practice and trial-and-error research, he learned to precisely control the manifestation and enabled himself to will into existence separate parts of the construct, i.e. singular armor-plates or different shapes of metal forcefully separated from the Tower's mass and molded by his thought and place them in any place within range. Of course, such techniques take a great toll at one's mental fortitude and physical stamina, but the incredible versatility of offensive and defensive techniques is an incredibly worthy tradeoff!
Of course, due to the tower being effectively a materialized figment of the user's imagination, the tower and its pieces are often exempt from common laws of nature and physics - for example, once manifested in space, the piece always remains there until abjured, unaffected by gravity, wind, or any attempts to move it. The only way through the tower-derived obstacle is to apply an incredible, absolutely inhuman amount of force to it in order to strain King's ability to imagine his Noble Arm sustaining such an attack, after which the meta-matter of the tower quickly dissipates into separate quarks and removes itself from the real world in increments of 1-5 cubic feet per such strike. Of course, with benefits come limitations, which are following:
-The Tower, being effectively something akin to King's small personal world, is centered around him, or specifically around his spine, which is treated as something like Axis Mundi in relation to the Construct - no matter what, King is always in the center of his tower on the horizontal axis and may not extend his powers further than 27 feet away from himself in any horizontal direction. Vertical axis, however, has no such constraint - King may move freely up and down his Tower, always treating what is directly beneath his feet as the bottom floor. This enables him to use his tower to effectively walk on the air on any height, constantly building and destroying something like a ladder for his tower to stand on.
-The Tower may not manifest in other objects or living creatures except for gases like air and such, due to user's inability to imagine the effect it would have on aforementioned objects and creatures - a limitation that might be lifted sometime later, but not right now. Air in which the Tower is created is merely displaced and pushed aside, but King's mind strains, or even refuses to comprehend the possibly explosive consequences such technique might have on living beings. When the place that the Tower manifests in is somehow obstructed, the construct simply "skips" the already-occupied space - for example if King summons a wall that should pass through an already-existing wall on some part of its length to form a cross, he effectively creates two perfectly-aligned constructions that are adjacent to the obstacle.
After almost a year of practice, King has developed several favorie techniques making full use of his abilities and qualities of the Tower's material - through concentration, channeling of will, rigorous training and rote memorisation he has made these specific shapes and forms easy and quick to manifest in an instant and without great exertion.
1) Juggernaut-Scouring Stars - Something like chaff countermeasure, but for people instead of radars, this technique creates a sparse cloud of incredibly fine metal particles less than a millimeter in diameter all around the King - all of them, of course, completely inert and just as dense and immovable as any other part of the Tower. Logical consequences for anyone who would attempt to swing his weapon at the golden mist, or worse yet, attempt to charge through it, are sad and immediately obvious. As if to make up for the extremely inhumane method this technique uses for deterrence, any and all bright light makes the metal mist sparkle and shine magnificently, like fey dancing lights.
2) All Suns' Mirror - developed as a mere cantrip during the training, this technique nevertheless proves useful in some circumsta
nces by creating a perfectly smooth and perfectly reflecting - King himself can't really descrive how exactly he manages to imagine this - substance in almost any shape of user's desire.
3) Indomitable Pangolin Rampart - One of the most potent defensive techniques, this form encases King into a half-sphere of Tower's armor about eight feet in height and as many in diameter on the inside, with as big amount of metal packed into the sphere's segmented surface as it is humanly possible to imagine - five, ten, two dozen layers of plates upon each other to provide as much protection as possible, with outer layer being the absolutely smooth, perfectly reflective and inventively sloped armor for the attacks and shots to bounce and ricochet right off. Through maintaining constant concentration, King may move the armor-sphere with him as he moves inside it, always remaining in the center of his bunker while at the same time changing his position on the battlefield. Occasionaly King will momentarily destroy a small piece in the carapace to peek on the outside for a brief second or draw a breath of fresh air if it becomes too stuffy inside, making him extremely vulnerable if someone manages to guess where exactly on the armor the window will open.
4) Cincinnati Sidewinder - Developed mere weeks after enrolling with the Academy and briefly educating himself on the subject of physics, this is the most creative use of his ability yet developed by King - and probably the only one that allows him to directly attack his enemies. The user picks up a small pebble or a prepares a steel ball bearing a small bag of which he now carries on his person and, by careful concentration wills into existence a long, perfectly polished hollow tube of the same circumference as the aforementioned pebble and connected to a gigantic and equally hollow barrel-like reservoir. The pebble is placed into the tube at one end, which is immediately sealed, and then the reservoir is instantly filled up with more meta-material, immediately and explosively displacing the air within it into the tube, which then pushes out the missile at absolutely incredible speed - something like a linear accelerator or an airgun in nature, but in the middle between the two in the capability for destruction.
In addition to these incredible superpowers and techinques that King posessess, he is also quite adept at dirty and unfair hand-to-hand and knife fighting - really, he is very rarely caught without a stabbing implement on his person - is quite quick on his feet, is a somewhat justifiedly self-proclaimed master pickpocket and is also surprisingly adequate at playing several kinds of guitar and banjo. It is unknown where he picked up that last skill.
Personality: Hungry for praise and admiration, enthusiastic and ambitious, therefore quickly agitated.
Likes: Fighting, winning, not losing, being popular whenever he manages to, having a lot of money on his person at any given moment.
Dislikes: Thinking about his problems even if he has any, losing, not winning, geography as a school subject and a science.
Fears: His problems catching up with him, having to resort to what he calls "actual crime" to get through in life.
Bio: Born in the slums of an unspecified city in Taiwan to an anonymous shady individual and a whore whose only distinguishing feature was her single leg, King San Dao miraculously survived through infancy and ended up in a foster home of Taiwan Fund For Children and Families where it quickly became apparent that instead of genetic diseases or disfigurments, his blood inherited from both parents a mystical attraction to petty crime and great disdain for law enforcement - oh, and apparently one of the parents was of thai ancesty because that skin color wasn't quite widespread in China. Utterly sure that no one on earth worth being adopted by would ever adopt him, the little guy decided to pave his own road into the bright and happy future and so was back on the streets as soon as he could walk on his own and reach most pockets on the clothing of a grown man without having to stand on tiptoes.
It all went up uphill from there: a street gang, good friends, exciting life, a several luckily victimless robberies, and at some point King even dreamed of becoming a Blue Lantern in the Bamboo Union - but such thing was never destined to happen. One day he and his friends tried to stick up very wrong people and King quickly made a shocking discovery - real criminals don't just steal from people, but sometimes do things much, much worse. Of course, someone might've said it was obvious, and it's not to say that King wasn't suspecting this, but making it happen was pretty much the worst experience in his life. Long story short, after unsuccesfully trying to mug a member of Bamboo Union Triad, King had to stab him, repeatedly and mortally.
To make short another long story, afterwards he cried like a bitch, threw his murder implement in the sea and visited every single temple and church in Taipan where he lived at the moment and prayed to each and every god to grant him forgiveness and save his life from the incoming retribution. His prayers were answered, though maybe not in the way he imagined it - triads still found him and still exacted retribution by beating the everloving shit out of every single part of his body, but stopped after he began to bleed from his ears instead of being any more thorough. Once again shortening otherwise a medium-length story, one week and several dozens of stitches and braces later he opened his eyes in the hospital and the building was immediately impaled by all 33 meters of his Tower - the standing theory as of now is that his Noble Arm was awakened by serious brain damage. Skipping even more words, the beating and spiritual enlightenment that followed not only gave King superpowers but also made some of his stupidity and childishness leak out from his head, which sparked in him interest in activities more legal and profitable than petty thievery - such as actual education, with which he concerned himself after roughly a year after leaving the hospital and escaping into the mainland China to research his newfound abilities and get away from the Bamboo Union's people. One another thing a boot to the head did to him was to mystically instil within his mind a great love for rock&roll music and unnerving skill with playing electric guitar - any living space he occupies for longer than several days begins to steadily fill up with musical paraphernaila, speakers that rarely stop playing and various vintage posters of bands and musicians.
Sadly, however, most of the respectable Noble Arm-related establishments couldn't accept him due to the delinquent background and several convictions, which is why he eventually ended up in Trinidad - one of few academies with low enough standards and even lower education costs which he is able to cover with his stipend and fighting in the Philippine underground rings.
Current Goal: Graduate and become a legal mercenary in a good company.
Student Rank: 731 |
47,800 | 1,296 | 3 | 1,239 | 2,351 | Oh, nevermind now. I mean, about anything except notes. King giggled giddily upon seeing how Pablo stood up. "That guy is nicer than us - he didn't even thought once." | Name: Yuri Roarik Omenthrall
Age: 17
Height: 5'11
Weight: 192
Eye color: green with golden lining
Hair color: black
Build: muscular
Nationality: Italian
Noble Arm Name & Appearance: Promise and Betrayal
Noble Arm Abilities: Promise&Betrayal
Rank: B
Promise's ability is called "Angle's embrace" is the ability to copy someone's Anatomy every 24 hours and restore said individuals body to the copy. The wounds have to be restored within 24 hours or promise can't do anything. Also the user of promise gets inflicted 12 times the pain of the wound. When activated turns Yuri's eyes a bright white.
Betrayal's abilities are
"Demons wrath" breaking the intermolecular bonds and so decomposing or disintegrating the target. It can directly disassemble, therefore, if used on a person, the parts that form the human body, including skin, flesh, nerves, body fluids, bones, and cellular structures would be decomposed at a molecular level. If use consecutively "demons wrath" can kill Yuri because he's shooting parts of his soul. When Demons wrath is activated, a dark aura starts emanating off of him and psychical changes can be seen. Such as darkening of the eyes, graying of the skin, and his veins turning into to a almost back color. Only two shots can be fired before Yuri is thrown into critical condition, he also has to be in fiends physiology.
Betrayal's second ability is called "Fiend's Physiology" This grants him inhuman perception and speed, equal to that of a great fiend. It also greatly changes his physiology, turning his eyes a crimson color, bones protruding from his spinal Column, skin darkening to a sickly grey, and the steady growth ram horns. After deactivating Fiends Physiology, Yuri is extremely exhausted and fatigued.
strengths: Perceptive, Kind, and Calm
weaknesses: Headstrong, Easily worried, and doubtful
Personality: Kind, caring, compassionate, Has a soft spot for animals and women. Mild pacifist but that changes when he's disrespected or those he cares about are.
Likes: Spicy food, Reading, Beethoven, and training
Dislikes: Laziness, Harm of the weak, and disrespect
Fears: Dishonoring his family's name and letting those he cares about come into harms way
Bio: Yuri was born into a family of soldiers he was always in the shadow of his brothers but when he was discovered to have come into possession of noble arms.
He became the center of his fathers world, Yuri was over joyed to get the attention of his father Intel his fathers so called "training" begun Yuri was beaten for hours on end along with having to mercilessly beat others all in his fathers pursuit of creating the perfect solider.
But one day Yuri's father made him spar with his brother after a long battle Yuri stood above his brother as he went to help his brother up, Yuri's father stopped him and told him he needed to learn another lesson and to kill his brother. "Show no mercy, and you'll become everything I dreamed of my son." His father said as he held Yuri's brother down, but to no avail Yuri couldn't do it he loved his brothers even if they never paid attention to him, so he ran and didn't stop Intel his home was far out of sight and after earning some money headed to the Philippines to join the academy his father never ceased to mentioned during their training. He would attend the academy and when he was strong enough return to his home and prove his father he was wrong about him.
Current Goal: To surpass his fathers legacy.
Student Rank: 1666 |
47,801 | 1,296 | 4 | 106 | 238 | "Sure. And yes, as to being the good guys... I guess two cool guys like us would prevail if we put our heads to the matter."
Takumi brushes his fingers over Vox Vulgaris' handle and a palpable, if invisible, wave of apathy and "calm the fuck down, son" emotion radiates outward.
COOL HEADS PREVAIL | Name: Takumi Isamaru
Place of origin: Tokyo, Japan
Age: 17
Height: 180cm
Eye and hair color: Grey
Noble Arm: "Vox Vulgaris," a C-Rank Sword Interference/Communication-type Arm.
Noble Arm Name & Appearance: Vox Vulgaris takes the form of a long sword of vaguely Japanese design, with an almost-straight blade akin to the weapons of the pre-katana era, but with katana-styled tip sharpening. Takumi refers to his sword as a longsword, katana, or tsurugi, seemingly at random and freely switches the appelations if the theme of weapons or Noble Arms comes up. Given his background (and fighting style) this error is rather obviously deliberate to those who know him well.
Abilities:
The abilities of Vox Vulgaris are multi-faceted, trading raw unrestrained power for a panoply of useful effects.
Takumi made a habit of adding three-word somewhat poetic summaries to rote uses of his power, making it easier mentally to call upon on specific manifestations of it:
● Communication Control suite allows Takumi to control lines of communication.
● Involvement Adjustment allows Takumi to increase or decrease the amount of enthusiasm or apathy in an individual.
● Perception Intrusion abilities allow Takumi to manipulate basilisks, understand (and with time and practice, create and deploy) memetic weaponry, and manipulate perception of the world in a targeted individual.
● Entropy Manipulation abilities are those of chaos, violence and disharmony. Their concepts are destruction, removal and excisement. That isn’t to say, though, that destruction doesn’t have a certain art to it, particularly if collateral damage is to be avoided. These abilities as used by Takumi allow for selective, targeted destruction. He carefully chooses his focus and then introduces chaos, changing variables in the background just enough to throw things out of balance.
Personality:
*Likes: People who stand for their beliefs (even if those beliefs are directly opposite to his own)
*Dislikes: His family, people who believe that something is "fated"
Fears: To not amount to anything
Defining virtue: Inquisitive
Defining vice: Rebellious
Quote: "Now you see me... And now you don't."
Bio:
Takumi comes from the renowned Isamaru family, who have made their name during the aftermath of World War II in Japan.
His ancestors are well-known: his grandfather, Daito "Tetsujin" Isamaru, with his "Kongou no Yoroi" was one of the oldest Noble Arm users recorded in the country, and his matter strengthening abilities helped during the post-war rebuilding; his father Daiichi "Atomic Samurai" Isamaru, who has helped to clean up at the most terrible natural disaster sites of the second half of XX and XXI centuries (including Chernobyl, Bhopal and Fukushima) due to his peculiar ability to ignore adverse external conditions, is lauded as a hero; his family's zaibatsu is at the forefront of turning Noble Arm abilities into useful product and research into these strange para-humans.
Since birth, Takumi was put under great pressure to conform and to confirm his family's great name. His rather early-manifesting Arm saw to that he was put into training as early as five years old. He wasn't told the actual reason for such haste until he was seven — apparently, shortly after the atomic bombings of 1945 the grandfather of the family met an early Noble Arm user, whose soul-weapon manifested as the earthly version of one of Japan's three legendary treasures, the mirror of Yata. This woman told him a lot of his future, which allowed the Isamaru Group to prosper, but the price for this knowledge was that he knew, beyond the shadow of a doubt, that a great calamity would befall him and his in three generations, and it was now apparently up to Takumi to withstand it.
Except it was not up to Takumi at all. While he alternated between resentment, depression, understanding, and rage, his sister, who was deemed unfit to lead, awakened her Noble Arm, "Vox Fati," and beat him at the first practice. She was obviously neither as proficient nor as trained, yet it happened — apparently it was "fated" that he would never win against her. She then proceeded to beat him at each and every duel thereafter, no matter how hard he tried or what tricks he pulled.
Takumi didn't let it get to him... until a review of his grandfather's papers after his demise uncovered a journal that conclusively confirmed the "Child that Withstands The Calamity" as female. At that point... no one specifically made anything worse for him, but his father stopped considering him vital and started considering him... expendable. The focus of the family's research switched to Reika, leaving Takumi alone and frankly, somewhat bitter.
At some point thereafter he broke. Having a coldly worded congratulation about being accepted into one of the top Noble Arm user academies in Japan thrust into his hands by the family butler had something snap inside him. He used most of his connections and resources available to him as the elder son of a prosperous japanese zaibatsu and moved to the Phillippines, enrolling to their Trinidad Academy instead. He's determined to prove that he has intrinsic worth, not as child of prophecy, or a heir to something, and to forge some legacy he can call his own.
*Current Goal: To start forging some sort of basis for his own legacy
Student Rank: 602 |
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