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52,902 | 1,435 | 41 | 156 | 2,749 | Poppy stood up swiftly and rubbed her sweaty palms on her pants before holding it out for Henrietta to take.
“I’m Poppy O’Conner.” Poppy smiled lopsidedly. “Um, so, yeah, I probably…won’t join any of those weird legions of doom things you guys got going on, but…thanks for informing me? I guess. Er.”
Poppy decided it would be best to sit back down before she made a fool of herself and, when turning, her foot collided with the table leg. Her shoes were made of a poor, flimsy material, and so her toes took most of the shock. Stinging pain erupted in her foot and Poppy attempted to smother the ache with her hands while hopping on one foot.
“Son of a bitch!” | !( "Poppy O'Conner")
**Name:** Poppy O’Conner
**Age:** 16
**Gender:** Female
**Personality:** Poppy is an awkward girl who often says the wrong things when around people she doesn’t know well. When with friends, though, Poppy is loud, talkative, and, unfortunately, punny. She doesn’t understand the point of keeping things secret, so she has no qualms with saying exactly what is going on in her life or what of the likes if someone asks her. Poppy has the unfortunate habit of bottling up her emotions and, even when telling her “sob” story, keeps a straight face or shrugs it off when people ask her how she is feeling. The blonde has a hard time connecting with people on a personal level and when she attempts to express her sadness, she is often deterred by sympathetically distant responses. She is not particularly motivated to do anything and tries to find the easiest ways to do things. Her worst habit is procrastination and most of her work does not get done until the night before it’s due.
**Talent:**_ Learner_: Poppy learns new things with relative ease and has a near perfect memory where she can store all the new information. She dabbles in most genres of information and knows many random facts.
**Ability**: _Know-It-All_: By pressing her hand anywhere on a book, or anything that holds information, she can absorb the information and remember it completely. This gives her a higher level of intelligence than most. Due to absorbing psychology books and pamphlets, Poppy can easily read people by their body language. If an animal is sick? She can check for any symptoms of the million of diseases and illnesses in her knowledge. However, after absorbing too much information, Poppy gets queasy and dizzy; if she goes past that, though she never has so far, she would probably die.
**Bio:**
Poppy is an American and was born on an Air Force base in Florida. Her father is in the military and she has had to move around a lot for his work. Her parents were always busy with work – not that Poppy minded, because when they weren’t, the family was always hanging out – and so Poppy took up the habit of reading constantly. Because of her father’s work, Poppy’s dad would get deployed many times and Poppy would be stuck with her mother.
It wasn’t that Poppy didn’t like her mother, in fact, Poppy adored her mother...that is before her alcoholism came back after ten years of sobriety (she quit before Poppy was born). Her mother spiraled into a pit of depression and, in turn, Poppy too had begun to feel depressed. Later on, she was diagnosed with depression and anxiety and was prescribed medicine to take. Poppy, often than not, does not take her medicine because “it makes her feel funny.”
One day, when Poppy was fourteen and her father was home from deployment, the blonde girl came home to her mother crying in her bedroom, drunk as per usual, and attempting to call a rehab facility. Not knowing what to do, Poppy attempted to call her dad to help her, but he wasn’t picking up. After the police came (one of the rehab centers had called the cops on her mom to make sure she wasn’t harming herself) and Poppy finally managed to get a hold of her dad, everything just froze for Poppy. Her mother went to rehab until the week before Poppy’s fifteenth birthday, but that wasn’t what the problem was for Poppy. She discovered that, in her time of need, she was having a hard time connecting with her friends. They would tell her that “it would be alright” and that “at least your mom is getting better” but that didn’t satisfy Poppy – they felt distant.
After her mom was released, Poppy’s dad got a new job in Wales and the O’Conner family jumped at the chance to go for it was “a new start.”
Other: Poppy is terrified of not being able to control herself (therefore, she stays away from drugs, alcohol and such and such) |
52,903 | 1,435 | 42 | 554 | 1,584 | Thisa pondered over her piece of paper, she was considering many things, for one how to keep the arms from literately tearing themselves from the torso. Problem with imperfection as a design constraint was using imperfect materials and imperfect construction, would take some very clever engineering to keep the robot natural while also still in one piece. Harold unknown to Thisa approached her and even asked a question, however as normal when in design mode the world may as well not exist to her. Seconds passed into minutes as Thisa still didn't notice Harold, needless to say the situation was becoming awkward. It was only by chance when looking slightly to the side that Thisa finally saw Harold from the corner of her eye, and also someone suddenly appearing to pop into existence was surprising to put it in a way.
Thisa jumped in her seat and nearly dropped her pencil, "Oh uh, oh sorry I guess. Heh don't know long you been standing there, I kinda really get engrossed when scribbling in this book. So, provided you didn't forget while waiting on me, need something? | Name: Saoji Makami
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Personality: Humble and wise. Knows how to choose his battles. Usually analyzes the behavior in those around him; and predicts the person they truly are.
Talent: Saoji found that he is able to persuade many unskilled individuals to his cause by telling them harsh truths about reality. "Unlocking the mind" as what others may call it. He is able to debate with someone until they finally give in and agrees with him. He believes that the world around them has been corrupted, therefore, he uses this as a means of making the world a better place. However, ever since attending the school, this task has been difficult for him. Everyone seems to have their own agenda, therefore, convincing them to change for the better has been a tough one. Also, if one individual's mind is strong enough, he is not able to convince them of anything.
Ability: Dream sequences - The ability to give an individual a dream like state if the individual is caught daydreaming or is asleep. Within these sequences, he can manipulate the dream into whatever he desires. Usually he would make someone dream of a world without evil and corruption. Sometimes, he may even joke around and manipulate one's own desires and use that against them in the real world. While giving the dream state, his pupils turn hazel and he becomes focused on the individuals.
Bio: Saoji Mikami, one of many students who has a superior sense of reasoning. Saoji grew up with a healthy set of parents, however, he considered himself the black sheep between his older brother and older sister. He clung to the shadows, paranoid of the violent world around him. He found that he was very passive, but when confronted, he becomes aggressive. He seems to know a bit of martial arts as well. Before attending the school, his father allowed him to have his most precious hand crafted sword made of a special material. When sticking to the shadows, Saoji keeps this sword on hand. He grew up believing that many around him were below him mentally, as if they've shown no proof of being smart to live safely. His father, unknowingly to him, had enemies. His father owned a growing company that many others wanted for themselves. Fortunately, his father was able to evade the assassination attempts but failed to keep Saoji safe since he was attending the school. Saoji is now aware that there was no way he could contact his family any longer, they were far away with no record of their whereabouts...Saoji is alone. His father's enemies started coming after him, therefore, he protects himself with the training his father gave him, his sword, and using the shadows to his advantage. He's not sure if the other students are aware of his secluded being, but if they are not...a potential dangers could threaten the entire school. |
52,904 | 1,435 | 43 | 2,465 | 3,276 | Harold waited patiently, understanding the zone that one of a creative mind got into while working on something they liked and/or enjoyed. He himself had done that many-a-time himself, so he just waited for a point where she took too long, or she noticed him finally. When she jumped he gave a tiny grin and nodded to her before repeating what he was saying before:
"Greetings Ms. Thisa. Would it concern you at all should I sit here, and utalize the power outlet? As well, I apologize for startling you. I had decided the proper course of action would be for me to wait while you continued with your current design. And I did not wait for long, and it was of no discourtousy to me." Harold explained with a bit of mirth in his voice at her obvious passion for her work. | Name: Saoji Makami
Age:
15
Gender: Male
Personality:
Humble and wise. Knows how to choose his battles. Usually analyzes the behavior in those around him; and predicts the person they truly are.
Talent:
Saoji found that he is able to persuade many unskilled individuals to his cause by telling them harsh truths about reality. "Unlocking the mind" as what others may call it. He is able to debate with someone until they finally give in and agrees with him. He believes that the world around them has been corrupted, therefore, he uses this as a means of making the world a better place. However, ever since attending the school, this task has been difficult for him. Everyone seems to have their own agenda, therefore, convincing them to change for the better has been a tough one. Also, if one individual's mind is strong enough, he is not able to convince them of anything.
Ability:
Dream sequences - The ability to give an individual a dream like state if the individual is caught daydreaming or is asleep. Within these sequences, he can manipulate the dream into whatever he desires. Usually he would make someone dream of a world without evil and corruption. Sometimes, he may even joke around and manipulate one's own desires and use that against them in the real world. While giving the dream state, his pupils turn hazel and he becomes focused on the individuals.
Bio:
Saoji Mikami, one of many students who has a superior sense of reasoning. Saoji grew up with a healthy set of parents, however, he considered himself the black sheep between his older brother and older sister. He clung to the shadows, paranoid of the violent world around him. He found that he was very passive, but when confronted, he becomes aggressive. He seems to know a bit of martial arts as well. Before attending the school, his father allowed him to have his most precious hand crafted sword made of a special material. When sticking to the shadows, Saoji keeps this sword on hand. He grew up believing that many around him were below him mentally, as if they've shown no proof of being smart to live safely. His father, unknowingly to him, had enemies. His father owned a growing company that many others wanted for themselves. Fortunately, his father was able to evade the assassination attempts but failed to keep Saoji safe since he was attending the school. Saoji is now aware that there was no way he could contact his family any longer, they were far away with no record of their whereabouts...Saoji is alone. His father's enemies started coming after him, therefore, he protects himself with the training his father gave him, his sword, and using the shadows to his advantage. He's not sure if the other students are aware of his secluded being, but if they are not...a potential dangers could threaten the entire school. |
52,905 | 1,435 | 44 | 554 | 1,584 | Harold seemed to be at ease, and even more importantly not annoyed at her ignoring him, so no real damage was done. Thisa scooted to the side, "Here I think there is an outlet back there, should be able to reach it." Interesting for her to run into Harold again, as just barley acquaintances its not like they really knew each other, she had to wonder did he come find her on purpose or was this really only a chance encounter as before. Whatever the case is, Harold was good for talking tech so Thisa thought better than to bring this up, may cause him to run off or something.
"So... how was your school day? Mine wasn't really eventful, normal class work and normal lectures as always really." | Name: Saoji Makami
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Personality: Humble and wise. Knows how to choose his battles. Usually analyzes the behavior in those around him; and predicts the person they truly are.
Talent: Saoji found that he is able to persuade many unskilled individuals to his cause by telling them harsh truths about reality. "Unlocking the mind" as what others may call it. He is able to debate with someone until they finally give in and agrees with him. He believes that the world around them has been corrupted, therefore, he uses this as a means of making the world a better place. However, ever since attending the school, this task has been difficult for him. Everyone seems to have their own agenda, therefore, convincing them to change for the better has been a tough one. Also, if one individual's mind is strong enough, he is not able to convince them of anything.
Ability: Dream sequences - The ability to give an individual a dream like state if the individual is caught daydreaming or is asleep. Within these sequences, he can manipulate the dream into whatever he desires. Usually he would make someone dream of a world without evil and corruption. Sometimes, he may even joke around and manipulate one's own desires and use that against them in the real world. While giving the dream state, his pupils turn hazel and he becomes focused on the individuals.
Bio: Saoji Mikami, one of many students who has a superior sense of reasoning. Saoji grew up with a healthy set of parents, however, he considered himself the black sheep between his older brother and older sister. He clung to the shadows, paranoid of the violent world around him. He found that he was very passive, but when confronted, he becomes aggressive. He seems to know a bit of martial arts as well. Before attending the school, his father allowed him to have his most precious hand crafted sword made of a special material. When sticking to the shadows, Saoji keeps this sword on hand. He grew up believing that many around him were below him mentally, as if they've shown no proof of being smart to live safely. His father, unknowingly to him, had enemies. His father owned a growing company that many others wanted for themselves. Fortunately, his father was able to evade the assassination attempts but failed to keep Saoji safe since he was attending the school. Saoji is now aware that there was no way he could contact his family any longer, they were far away with no record of their whereabouts...Saoji is alone. His father's enemies started coming after him, therefore, he protects himself with the training his father gave him, his sword, and using the shadows to his advantage. He's not sure if the other students are aware of his secluded being, but if they are not...a potential dangers could threaten the entire school. |
52,906 | 1,435 | 45 | 2,176 | 944 | Saoji's eyes fell deeply within hers, almost seemed as if he ventured into a world of magic. Her eyes sparkled like glitter. His mood grew better once she placed her hand on his cheek. He blinked a few times as his face turned red. Although Saoji made others blush before him, he was not used to a girl touching him. For a moment he felt wanted...until he was hit hard by a force that he couldn't describe. He yelped at the pain and held onto the side of his face as he grew angry. He sighed and stood up, snatching his book from the table and walking away. He stopped and looked over his shoulder at Ione.
"What is up with her anyway?" he asked before he left the cafeteria. | ##Timothy “Tim” Aquinas##
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**Description:**
!( "Timothy")
An unassuming youth with pale skin, brown hair and emerald eyes, Timothy is lean and rather thin. Thin-framed eyeglasses sit upon the bridge of his nose, windows to eyes that brighten up in a charming, childlike way when he smiles. He stands at a good 6’0” tall, and prefers simple clothing: many of his shirts are black or grey and without print, and the ones that do have only minimalistic designs. His pants and other apparel are equally unassuming. But never is he seen without his only apparent accessory: a small pendant in the shape of an elaborate Celtic crucifix of silver, hanging from his neck by a chain.
Described by Cadwal as having a "cherub's melody," Timothy has a deceptively effeminate voice.
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**Age:** 16
**Gender:** Male
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**Personality:**
*“Not to us, O Lord, not to us, but to Your Name give glory.”*
The foremost thing one might notice about Timothy is his zeal. A devout Catholic, he is well-read in the Bible and zealous. And unlike some others, Timothy has taken the teachings of the Scripture to heart, making him a genuinely friendly and caring person. Love his neighbor, love his enemy? Timothy most certainly does. Honest and loyal, his care for the well-being of others extends to the spiritual: he is convinced that those of heathen faiths – especially the People of the Book But Do Not Believe – and true unbelievers must be enlightened sooner or later. Then there are the Ones Who Come in His Name but Twist His Words, like Westboro, which he finds especially despicable.
Timothy is especially fond of literature, especially medieval history. He knows full well how Duke Enrique of Savoy invaded Monferatto from the Duke of Mantua as he had run out of patience with waiting for Emperor Rudolf of the Holy Roman Empire to answer his petition to have the mentioned territory transferred to the custody of his daughter, Margherita, as she was kicked out of the Mantuan Duke’s court for not having sired a child for her husband, the Duke’s late brother, before he died. Always hungry for more knowledge, his learning of this subject which he most adores is supplemented by the Holy Ghosts whom he summons and who are more than willing to answer his many, many questions. They may also be the reason why his favorite video game is Medieval II: Total War.
Quite softspoken, the mildness of his words is such that people are often left cynically wondering whether or not Timothy is mocking them. The sincerity with which he prays before eating his meals is viewed by some as merely an exaggeration: a mockery of those who practice Christianity. However, Timothy does not practice deceit. What he does is honest.
He believes his unique ability to summon fallen Crusaders is given to him by God.
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**Talent:**
*Esoteric Knowledge:* Timothy is well-read in obscure history books, and can regurgitate most of what he has learned, knowledge extracted from the literary works of people Like E.B Sledge, Sir Arthur Lloyd, and Peter H. Wilson. But, ever humble, Timothy only shares what he knows when the situation calls for it.
*Communicatio Larvali:* Timothy can communicate with summoned Holy Ghosts telepathically, surmounting any distance and time and in pure thought, eliminating the language barrier. Cadwal is a special case, and is an exception to the rule.
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**Ability:**
_Legiones Ecclesiae:_ At his command, Timothy can call forth Holy Ghosts of the most proactive members of the Church-Militant, namely, Crusaders. Having had this unique gift since early childhood, he has improved the ability in that he can keep indefinitely one Holy Ghost and dispel them at his whim. With a whispered plea and holding a holy symbol of Christianity (like a cross, or his pendant), Timothy beckons the departed souls of those who killed and died in the name of Christ from the ether and into the worldly earth. Fading into existence, they are then at the summoner's beck and call. However, the summoned are picked at random: Timothy does not yet have the ability to call specific people.
_Holy Ghosts_ are the summoned spirits of Christian martyrs. These can be an unknown Crusader or even someone famous like Joan of Arc. Partly transparent, hued an otherworldly blue, and possessed of bright, glowing eyes, these entities are twice as strong and fast as a man and immune to pain – but not harm. While they are ghosts in a sense, they are still shackled to following the laws of physics. However, they do not need their spectral organs to live as they are already dead. Therefore, a bullet is most effective at tearing a Holy Ghost's tendons than holing their heart.
Maintaining a Holy Ghost is done automatically by the soul but at the expense of the body. Timothy is completely alright with one summoned, but is easily winded when he has summoned two. At three and four, he is forced to sit down, with him being pale at the latter. Having five summoned simultaneously will knock him to deathly unconsciousness and will take heavy tolls on his health. While Timothy can keep one Holy Ghost indefinitely, having two or more will strain Timothy's soul so much that after fifteen minutes, they will be forcibly dispelled.
Holy Ghosts are summoned with what they had on their person the moment of their death. While her visit could potentially be a very enlightening experience, Joan of Arc would not fight at her fullest since she wore a dress during her death at the pyre. Crusaders who died in battle are more valuable in that they are usually in full gear when summoned. However, all are prized and valuable relics of the past, and some of them possess ancient knowledge no longer available in the present.
It would appear that Holy Ghosts have lost much of their personality during their centuries in limbo. What they haven't lost, however, is hatred of the heathen, the unbeliever, and the heretic.
Holy Ghosts, being soul-bound to their summoner, are able to communicate with Tim telepathically in pure thoughts, defeating language barriers.
Holy Ghosts can be seen, heard and touched by other people. However, they don't feel much due to their slightly incorporeal properties. They mimic the natural body temperature of a human being, but have got no odor of their own.
_Cadwal of Godwyn_ is a deceased English Crusader knight who perished in the First Crusade, struck down by an arrow to his thigh, knocking him off his horse, that subsequently became gangrenous and from which he did not recover. Acting as a sort of guardian angel, even he himself is not sure what is exactly at work as he shares his mind and soul with Timothy, acting as the boy's second conscience and trying to steer him towards the right path.
Cadwal "sleeps," becoming completely inactive for four hours each day. This is to relieve some of the stress of Timothy's soul from having to maintain another thought-form. Cadwal does his best to time this with Timothy's regular sleeping hours.
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**Bio:**
Born to two middle-class parents as the middle child of a litter of two boys and one girl, there isn't much to say about Timothy, considering his overall and overwhelming averageness which is offset only by his unique and (as he believes) God-given ability. While he was baptized, going to Church was never something routine for his family. Therefore, he sees his powers as a gift from God when they emerged when he was six years old.
Like many children, he thought up an imaginary friend. It was a knight, and his young mind could only describe it as "blue" and "like glass." When he was alone, he would play with the knight, and started a little game with his older brother and younger sister when he introduced the knight to them, and they made their own imaginary friends. Little did Timothy know, however, that his siblings' imagined creations were far different to what he had, for as time went on, the knight's responses became purely his own, and Timothy slowly lost the need to parrot them. Like another person living in his head, the knight would comment on day-to-day life, and when the young Timothy eyed upon a Bible, the knight energetically pleaded the boy to read it.
As little Tim read, his young mind was full of questions even from the starting book of Genesis. He would ask the knight in his head, who formally introduced himself as Cadwal of Godwyn, to explain it all for him, and he spent so many sleepless nights doing this sort of cooperative storytelling that his mother became worried at his lack of sleep and consulted a physician. On his third grade of elementary school, his family had to move elsewhere, and he was saddened by the sudden loss of friends; but Cadwal was always there and would never leave his mind. Upon his insistence, his father took him to Church one day, and was deeply happy at finally worshiping at a proper place.
As he became older and thus more aware of the sheer unnaturality of his unique ability, Tim wondered if he could do more with it. Praying to God, and after consulting Cadwal, he tried to call out an angel to advise him on what to do when his parents were divorcing. However, the only being that faded into existence was not a magnificent scion of Heaven, but a short-lasting, flickering blue ghost of a woman in armor. Timothy could not but gasp "Who are you?" at the figure, who replied with a sagely "Who I am is not important. But your faith in God is," before fading back into nothingness.
Encouraged by Cadwal, Timothy was henceforth convinced of his being blessed. Ever since then, he has been practicing and perfecting this unique ability of his by prayer and meditation.
Speaking with wizened words, Timothy prevented his parents' divorce by driving them to tears as he preached about the sanctity and inviolability of the oaths a couple takes in their marriage ceremony, with the help of his two beloved siblings.
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**Other:**
Drowning in early adolescent male hormones, Timothy wanted to masturbate once (just to try it) but was halted by Cadwal (whom he thought was sleeping), who lectured him fiercely of the value of the "seed" and how it must not be wasted. |
52,907 | 1,435 | 46 | 156 | 2,749 | Poppy was glad when the pain was gone and secretly wished she had radio healing or whatever. That would come in handy considering how often Poppy bumped into things. Disregarding the though, there was no point in wishing for something she couldn’t have, Poppy sat down in her chair.
As Henrietta stretched with her breasts becoming very prominent, Poppy couldn’t help but surreptitiously glance down at her own. The medium-sized lumps were just sources of depression and disappointment so Poppy carefully wrapped her jacket around herself.
“Yeah, um, not a date. I was, uh, sleeping.” Poppy answered even though Timothy had already said something. The blonde moved forward and laid her cheek on her palm, relaxing slightly. | !( "Poppy O'Conner")
**Name:** Poppy O’Conner
**Age:** 16
**Gender:** Female
**Personality:** Poppy is an awkward girl who often says the wrong things when around people she doesn’t know well. When with friends, though, Poppy is loud, talkative, and, unfortunately, punny. She doesn’t understand the point of keeping things secret, so she has no qualms with saying exactly what is going on in her life or what of the likes if someone asks her. Poppy has the unfortunate habit of bottling up her emotions and, even when telling her “sob” story, keeps a straight face or shrugs it off when people ask her how she is feeling. The blonde has a hard time connecting with people on a personal level and when she attempts to express her sadness, she is often deterred by sympathetically distant responses. She is not particularly motivated to do anything and tries to find the easiest ways to do things. Her worst habit is procrastination and most of her work does not get done until the night before it’s due.
**Talent:**_ Learner_: Poppy learns new things with relative ease and has a near perfect memory where she can store all the new information. She dabbles in most genres of information and knows many random facts.
**Ability**: _Know-It-All_: By pressing her hand anywhere on a book, or anything that holds information, she can absorb the information and remember it completely. This gives her a higher level of intelligence than most. Due to absorbing psychology books and pamphlets, Poppy can easily read people by their body language. If an animal is sick? She can check for any symptoms of the million of diseases and illnesses in her knowledge. However, after absorbing too much information, Poppy gets queasy and dizzy; if she goes past that, though she never has so far, she would probably die.
**Bio:**
Poppy is an American and was born on an Air Force base in Florida. Her father is in the military and she has had to move around a lot for his work. Her parents were always busy with work – not that Poppy minded, because when they weren’t, the family was always hanging out – and so Poppy took up the habit of reading constantly. Because of her father’s work, Poppy’s dad would get deployed many times and Poppy would be stuck with her mother.
It wasn’t that Poppy didn’t like her mother, in fact, Poppy adored her mother...that is before her alcoholism came back after ten years of sobriety (she quit before Poppy was born). Her mother spiraled into a pit of depression and, in turn, Poppy too had begun to feel depressed. Later on, she was diagnosed with depression and anxiety and was prescribed medicine to take. Poppy, often than not, does not take her medicine because “it makes her feel funny.”
One day, when Poppy was fourteen and her father was home from deployment, the blonde girl came home to her mother crying in her bedroom, drunk as per usual, and attempting to call a rehab facility. Not knowing what to do, Poppy attempted to call her dad to help her, but he wasn’t picking up. After the police came (one of the rehab centers had called the cops on her mom to make sure she wasn’t harming herself) and Poppy finally managed to get a hold of her dad, everything just froze for Poppy. Her mother went to rehab until the week before Poppy’s fifteenth birthday, but that wasn’t what the problem was for Poppy. She discovered that, in her time of need, she was having a hard time connecting with her friends. They would tell her that “it would be alright” and that “at least your mom is getting better” but that didn’t satisfy Poppy – they felt distant.
After her mom was released, Poppy’s dad got a new job in Wales and the O’Conner family jumped at the chance to go for it was “a new start.”
Other: Poppy is terrified of not being able to control herself (therefore, she stays away from drugs, alcohol and such and such) |
52,908 | 1,435 | 47 | 993 | 1,646 | **"Ah, please... wait! She's just... being silly. She can get really jealous sometimes and..."** Well, she can't say that Paige knew that he was gazing at Ione like an idiot, mostly because it would be pretty insulting to say so. Maybe, she could put up some kind of excuse. **"She just thinks you're dangerous, since I... called you a playboy and all. You can say it is kinda my fault. Sorry."** She said, taking her hat from the table again and putting it on again. Taking a deep breath, she decided it'd be best to return to her Juliet persona for the time being.
**"Anyhow, if we stray away from having much physical contact, Paige should be able to restrain herself at least for a bit. So... please, don't leave. We just made up, after all."* She said, a small blush getting to her cheeks. **"Or... can you not be around a ghost?"** She said. After all, it wasn't an option for her to become separated from Paige. | **Name:** Ione (Juliet) Barnett & Paige
**Picture/Description:**
This one is Ione!
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This is Paige! (She's a ghost. :P)
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**Age:** 17
**Gender:** Female
**Personality:** One way (Maybe the only way) to describe Ione is as odd. She is aloof, absent and some times, she seems to be looking more through you than at you. All of this combined with the fact that she talks a bit too much about ghosts and spirits make her seem crazy more often than not. You see, Ione has two personas inside her, but of course, this isn't a Multiple Personality Disorder, it is just her playing around, and also, a way to hide her bashfulness when talking to others, after all, who would be able to talk about ghosts, spirits, demons and such without feeling if even a little bit embarrassed? Her first persona is Juliet, a cold, sharp tongued girl who tries to scare others with her stories about ghosts (Yep, she named it). The second one is her real self that often peeks out when she is acting as her Juliet persona and someone shows some kind of interest in what she is talking about, the real Ione that is more of a ditzy, naive and a bit playful girl.
While it may seem that her ghost ramblings are nothing but nonsense, Ione does indeed have a talent for contacting the occult. Such talent allows her to speak with ghosts and even see them, and, given her lack of friends because of her odd personality, she spends a lot of time talking with her ghost friends. Given that she is one of the few people who can actually do that, she is often seen talking alone or with some imaginary friend, as they guess, though the reality is actually more spooky than that. Ione also has an unwavering love for Horror movies, though she often comments on the many discrepancies between the movies and actual ghosts.
Regarding her constant companion, the ghost Paige, she is a bit of a pervert that is deeply attached to Ione, and would do whatever Ione wants as long as it is reasonable. Regardless of her appearance and due to the fact that she's been dead for a long time, Paige is more mature than she lets others know, and also someone with very strict morals. She likes playing pranks, but she would never abide to do something that would put others in danger and will also pressure Ione to do the right thing sometimes. The two of the get along really well and are almost like sisters, so Paige is very prone to feel jealous when someone else interacts with Ione.
**Talent:** Mediumship, Ione is able to communicate with and see ghosts, to a really frightening extent, as she claims that, sometimes, she can even touch the ghosts without the use of her ability, though it is a limited and scarce number of ghosts she can actually touch. The reason as to why she can touch those ghosts is still unknown, but she thinks it is because of some kind of grudge they hold.
**Ability:** Poltergeist, Ione has the ability to secrete ectoplasm from her body, a substance invisible to those without her talents of mediumship. Through the secretion of ectoplasm, she can give a ghost the ability to touch things in the mortal realm, from objects to humans, giving the illusion that she has telekinesis instead. With enough extoplasm, a ghost can become visible to the naked eye of any passerby. Though her ability is useful, it does not give her the ability to control ghosts, so there are few ghosts who actually listen to her, though, luckily, she has one she is very good friends with. A ghost covered in her ectoplasm can also posses someone, however, the subject must be unconscious for it to succeed. It seems she can also use the ectoplasm for battle, but given that she barely knows how to fight, she doesn't know how.
**Bio:** Always the odd one out, Ione at first cursed her talent for seeing ghosts, since it caused nothing but troubles. In the past, she was always bullied, because of how she tried to include her invisible friends into conversations with others. Unable to see what Ione was talking about, the other kids merely tried to tell her that there was nothing there, and that she was crazy. At some point, and tired of being called crazy for believing in her ghostly friends, she distanced herself from them. She pretended as if they didn't exist, as if she couldn't hear them. She saw how they detached their own heads and things of the like in comic ways in an effort to make her laugh, but she choked down her laughs and put up a poker face.
She lived a normal life for a while but, to be honest, she found it boring. After being able to talk with ghosts that had been decapitated or had died young, well, she just found everything else boring. She had seen gory scenes before, but she didn't seem to really mind, in fact, that helped her develop one of her greatest interests in life, her love for horror movies. After a while, she finally realized that her fun days were because of her ethereal friends and decided to go back to them, instead of trying to be someone she wasn't with the other kids.
She apologized time and time again and the ghosts that were her friends eventually forgave her, with the sole condition that she wouldn't turn their back on them ever again. After agreeing to it, she was then introduced to the newest additions of the gang. Juliet and Paige, a pair of sisters that strayed all the way to where they were. Ione grew close to both sisters in a short time, but one day, Juliet, the bigger of the sisters, disappeared. Juliet always talked about how it would be great to finally pass on and let go of all her regrets and things left undone, though there was still something holding her down. Ione soon connected the dots and figured that she couldn't pass on because of her little sister Paige, but after Paige grew close to Ione, maybe Juliet knew that her little sister would be able to pass away eventually too, and left this world. Ione was now resolved, knowing that Juliet must now be able to be born again, and she decided to help all the other ghosts pass away and thus, her Juliet persona was born. She helped every and each one of her friends pass away, except for one. Paige was the only one that remained there and, though Ione didn't knew why, she decided she would think about it as it went, given that Paige never left her side.
**Other:** She likes to wear gothic lolita fashion. She is quite good at sewing and handicraft of the like, though she is terrible at cooking. |
52,909 | 1,435 | 48 | 554 | 1,584 | Thisa couldn't help but shake her head and chuckle to herself, Harold really did have a weird of speaking, but still easy enough to follow him regardless. All the same saying 'Today was normal, and the lectures were not very memorable' would have gotten to the point a whole lot faster. Still there was something endearing about it so Thisa didn't mind.
"They're fine, I just have to keep shifting things around." Thisa pointed to the page, "Like here I'm tying to solve a problem of the arms tearing themselves from the chassis, its the speed and size of motors I'm using. While needless to say I can't run real tests, I can run the numbers and do simulations, so from what I've done the setup I have now doesn't work. There is a lot to work with here, power sources can only be so heavy before being impractical, because I keep changing the sources the amount of power I have to work with changes, and since that changes I have to swap out electrical components that would fit in the power budget. There are other issues I'm tackling right now, but right at the moment I'm focusing on getting the arms working." | Name: Saoji Makami
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Personality: Humble and wise. Knows how to choose his battles. Usually analyzes the behavior in those around him; and predicts the person they truly are.
Talent: Saoji found that he is able to persuade many unskilled individuals to his cause by telling them harsh truths about reality. "Unlocking the mind" as what others may call it. He is able to debate with someone until they finally give in and agrees with him. He believes that the world around them has been corrupted, therefore, he uses this as a means of making the world a better place. However, ever since attending the school, this task has been difficult for him. Everyone seems to have their own agenda, therefore, convincing them to change for the better has been a tough one. Also, if one individual's mind is strong enough, he is not able to convince them of anything.
Ability: Dream sequences - The ability to give an individual a dream like state if the individual is caught daydreaming or is asleep. Within these sequences, he can manipulate the dream into whatever he desires. Usually he would make someone dream of a world without evil and corruption. Sometimes, he may even joke around and manipulate one's own desires and use that against them in the real world. While giving the dream state, his pupils turn hazel and he becomes focused on the individuals.
Bio: Saoji Mikami, one of many students who has a superior sense of reasoning. Saoji grew up with a healthy set of parents, however, he considered himself the black sheep between his older brother and older sister. He clung to the shadows, paranoid of the violent world around him. He found that he was very passive, but when confronted, he becomes aggressive. He seems to know a bit of martial arts as well. Before attending the school, his father allowed him to have his most precious hand crafted sword made of a special material. When sticking to the shadows, Saoji keeps this sword on hand. He grew up believing that many around him were below him mentally, as if they've shown no proof of being smart to live safely. His father, unknowingly to him, had enemies. His father owned a growing company that many others wanted for themselves. Fortunately, his father was able to evade the assassination attempts but failed to keep Saoji safe since he was attending the school. Saoji is now aware that there was no way he could contact his family any longer, they were far away with no record of their whereabouts...Saoji is alone. His father's enemies started coming after him, therefore, he protects himself with the training his father gave him, his sword, and using the shadows to his advantage. He's not sure if the other students are aware of his secluded being, but if they are not...a potential dangers could threaten the entire school. |
52,910 | 1,435 | 49 | 2,465 | 3,276 | Sleeping huh? Well, I guess the library is a nice place to sleep, commented Henrietta, her cheek planted on the table. Looking up at Poppy, she could see the disappointment on her face and smiled. "Hey, no worries, bigger isn't always better! Some guys like them small, you know? Besides, it's all attitude, Poppy - no matter how good you look, if you can't back it up with words and actions then everyone will realize you're just a pretty face, and everyone knows _those_ don't last forever."
Henrietta gave a bigger grin and gave her a thumbs up. Funnily enough, her head was still on the table.
"Anyway, enough of that, we've had enough life lessons for now. Me and my friend here are supposed to do a study of the Crusades for our Social Studies journal."
The blonde grinned and began talking quickly. "I've loved reading up on history, well, reading in general, since I _could_ read. I've committed information on the Crusades to heart, so my guys there are the only ones that actually need to go to the library. I came with them in case they needed help; hey, did you know that there were around eleven plus Crusades, but only four of them were relevant? The Fourth one was the one that proved that Crusades it weren't just about retaking the Holy Lands, but also against anyone the Church deemed an enemy?" The group behind her jumped and suddenly began taking notes, and she grinned teasingly, knowing that that would be their reaction
Henrietta continued rambling, showing her obvious interest in the subject but also talking extremely fast. "Also, did you know that no matter what crime you committed, so long as you weren't excommunicated, by joining the Crusades you were granted immediate pardon? Plenty of people joined up, some genuinely remorseful, others simply wishing to escape their crimes - the latter usually did not last too long and were usually shot by arrows from opposing forces as they tried to run away."
The golden haired girl took a peek at her group and saw them hastily writing down and comparing notes and laughed silently. She looked at Timothy and Poppy. She whispered, "As you can see, they're a bit too reliant on smarter people, so I like to play this kind of joke on them once in awhile. It keeps them on their toes." | Name: Saoji Makami
Age:
15
Gender: Male
Personality:
Humble and wise. Knows how to choose his battles. Usually analyzes the behavior in those around him; and predicts the person they truly are.
Talent:
Saoji found that he is able to persuade many unskilled individuals to his cause by telling them harsh truths about reality. "Unlocking the mind" as what others may call it. He is able to debate with someone until they finally give in and agrees with him. He believes that the world around them has been corrupted, therefore, he uses this as a means of making the world a better place. However, ever since attending the school, this task has been difficult for him. Everyone seems to have their own agenda, therefore, convincing them to change for the better has been a tough one. Also, if one individual's mind is strong enough, he is not able to convince them of anything.
Ability:
Dream sequences - The ability to give an individual a dream like state if the individual is caught daydreaming or is asleep. Within these sequences, he can manipulate the dream into whatever he desires. Usually he would make someone dream of a world without evil and corruption. Sometimes, he may even joke around and manipulate one's own desires and use that against them in the real world. While giving the dream state, his pupils turn hazel and he becomes focused on the individuals.
Bio:
Saoji Mikami, one of many students who has a superior sense of reasoning. Saoji grew up with a healthy set of parents, however, he considered himself the black sheep between his older brother and older sister. He clung to the shadows, paranoid of the violent world around him. He found that he was very passive, but when confronted, he becomes aggressive. He seems to know a bit of martial arts as well. Before attending the school, his father allowed him to have his most precious hand crafted sword made of a special material. When sticking to the shadows, Saoji keeps this sword on hand. He grew up believing that many around him were below him mentally, as if they've shown no proof of being smart to live safely. His father, unknowingly to him, had enemies. His father owned a growing company that many others wanted for themselves. Fortunately, his father was able to evade the assassination attempts but failed to keep Saoji safe since he was attending the school. Saoji is now aware that there was no way he could contact his family any longer, they were far away with no record of their whereabouts...Saoji is alone. His father's enemies started coming after him, therefore, he protects himself with the training his father gave him, his sword, and using the shadows to his advantage. He's not sure if the other students are aware of his secluded being, but if they are not...a potential dangers could threaten the entire school. |
52,911 | 1,435 | 50 | 554 | 1,584 | Well I haven't looked around for any shops in the school, but... maybe if I were to cut a deal with some local mechanics around here I might be able to get a workspace. Short of that, uh heh maybe smuggle some equipment into my dorm, might be hard to mask the sound but hey if push comes to shove I'll find the way to get something.
Herold shifted his focus from his laptop, seemed he was looking at the playboy and his "companion" she must of slapped the guy, but Thisa wasn't able to see what happened, although yet again brave sir playboy was running away. Thisa did stop to think about if he really deserved whatever treatment he gets, don't know maybe the guy was just really bad at social settings and was not a sleazebag in reality.
"Huh is that the guy from earlier? You know the one who wanted to lend a hand when I fell? Wonder what happened to those two, although I don't know if we should find out I don't like pushing into someone's business like this." | Name: Saoji Makami
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Personality: Humble and wise. Knows how to choose his battles. Usually analyzes the behavior in those around him; and predicts the person they truly are.
Talent: Saoji found that he is able to persuade many unskilled individuals to his cause by telling them harsh truths about reality. "Unlocking the mind" as what others may call it. He is able to debate with someone until they finally give in and agrees with him. He believes that the world around them has been corrupted, therefore, he uses this as a means of making the world a better place. However, ever since attending the school, this task has been difficult for him. Everyone seems to have their own agenda, therefore, convincing them to change for the better has been a tough one. Also, if one individual's mind is strong enough, he is not able to convince them of anything.
Ability: Dream sequences - The ability to give an individual a dream like state if the individual is caught daydreaming or is asleep. Within these sequences, he can manipulate the dream into whatever he desires. Usually he would make someone dream of a world without evil and corruption. Sometimes, he may even joke around and manipulate one's own desires and use that against them in the real world. While giving the dream state, his pupils turn hazel and he becomes focused on the individuals.
Bio: Saoji Mikami, one of many students who has a superior sense of reasoning. Saoji grew up with a healthy set of parents, however, he considered himself the black sheep between his older brother and older sister. He clung to the shadows, paranoid of the violent world around him. He found that he was very passive, but when confronted, he becomes aggressive. He seems to know a bit of martial arts as well. Before attending the school, his father allowed him to have his most precious hand crafted sword made of a special material. When sticking to the shadows, Saoji keeps this sword on hand. He grew up believing that many around him were below him mentally, as if they've shown no proof of being smart to live safely. His father, unknowingly to him, had enemies. His father owned a growing company that many others wanted for themselves. Fortunately, his father was able to evade the assassination attempts but failed to keep Saoji safe since he was attending the school. Saoji is now aware that there was no way he could contact his family any longer, they were far away with no record of their whereabouts...Saoji is alone. His father's enemies started coming after him, therefore, he protects himself with the training his father gave him, his sword, and using the shadows to his advantage. He's not sure if the other students are aware of his secluded being, but if they are not...a potential dangers could threaten the entire school. |
52,912 | 1,435 | 51 | 732 | 8,849 | Saoji paused for a bit and sighed. He saw how apologetic Ione was and smiled at her. That slap in the face by Paige hurt pretty bad. No doubt that was one of their abilities. He saw the visibility of the ectoplasm once it touched his cheek, leaving a slight green tint which wasn't all that visible. Rubbing his cheek he just kinda shrugged it off. He actually felt a little guilty upsetting Paige like that. He wish he could see her physically so he could apologize to her. He slightly bowed to in front of them.
**"Forgive me, Paige...I didn't mean to. I won't harm her, I promise. You have to believe me."** he said a bit desperately. He really wanted Paige to stop torturing him and see the potential in him.
He looked up at Ione.
**"I can tell she is really protective of you...I wish I had that in my life. It seems I am the only person who can protect me. Hey...you want to go to the library with me? After reading this book...I want to find more like it...I was actually thinking about checking out a movie or something there...if you care to join me?"** he said as he smiled.
It was funny how quickly Saoji could forget something that happened. Then again, it wasn't a big deal. It wasn't as if he was slapped in the face by someone physically where everyone could see. Paige was a ghost so it was quite alright...he didn't feel as embarrassed. He can't even see her. But he had to prove to Paige that he wasn't a bad person at all. That everyone has him so misunderstood.
**"Well? how about it?"** he grinned. | Name: Mars
Picture/Description: !( "Mars")
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Personality: Tomboyish violent, easily offended. is willing to get into a fight over anything and is confident in herself enough that she believes that she will win. She can be very smart if she applies herself but usually can't concentrate that long, however she has an excellent tatical mind.
Talent: Boxing
Ability: Slight future sight. She can see the actions someone is going to do a second or two before they do it if she concentrates.
Bio: Mars was born into a troubled family and grew constantly wacthing her parents argue. When she was about 10 they finally divorced and she was given to her father, shse was constantly made fun of at school having no mother and got into a lot of fights. Her father made sure she could win them, he had done a lot of boxing in the past and Mars found it to be very helpful. Of course this skill naturally got her rectruited into a boxing club in which her skills improved further.
She quickly showed she was a natural at it and rose to the top, claiming first place in local competitions. Proud of her ablility she wanted to move to a different scholl, she was bored with hers and wanted to go out and find some poeple who didn't constantly tease her, even if they did it when she wasn't looking.
Other: |
52,913 | 1,435 | 52 | 554 | 1,584 | Herold seemed to be very excited, and even then only to say he was excited would have been an understatement. Whatever was running through his head, it had to be grand to fuel the passion that was almost pouring from him. Thisa had to admit she has never met someone who was so interested in her work, there have been plenty of others who gave encouragement but nothing more. Another thing to consider its not like she had anyway to give a robot "real" life, the best she would be able to do is pull up simple protocols from a database online, having someone like Harold to lend a hand would be very helpful.
Thisa broke out into a broad smile and laughed, "Don't do any hacking quite yet, really the last thing we would need is for you to end up in prison. Tell you what if I can't find a legal way to some space and resources then we'll go down the dark road of black markets or theft." She held out her hand, "Also I can't make the best imperfect robot myself, so I'll be more then happy to accept you as my partner in creating a robotic masterpiece. I build the body and you build the mind, deal?" | Name: Saoji Makami
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Personality: Humble and wise. Knows how to choose his battles. Usually analyzes the behavior in those around him; and predicts the person they truly are.
Talent: Saoji found that he is able to persuade many unskilled individuals to his cause by telling them harsh truths about reality. "Unlocking the mind" as what others may call it. He is able to debate with someone until they finally give in and agrees with him. He believes that the world around them has been corrupted, therefore, he uses this as a means of making the world a better place. However, ever since attending the school, this task has been difficult for him. Everyone seems to have their own agenda, therefore, convincing them to change for the better has been a tough one. Also, if one individual's mind is strong enough, he is not able to convince them of anything.
Ability: Dream sequences - The ability to give an individual a dream like state if the individual is caught daydreaming or is asleep. Within these sequences, he can manipulate the dream into whatever he desires. Usually he would make someone dream of a world without evil and corruption. Sometimes, he may even joke around and manipulate one's own desires and use that against them in the real world. While giving the dream state, his pupils turn hazel and he becomes focused on the individuals.
Bio: Saoji Mikami, one of many students who has a superior sense of reasoning. Saoji grew up with a healthy set of parents, however, he considered himself the black sheep between his older brother and older sister. He clung to the shadows, paranoid of the violent world around him. He found that he was very passive, but when confronted, he becomes aggressive. He seems to know a bit of martial arts as well. Before attending the school, his father allowed him to have his most precious hand crafted sword made of a special material. When sticking to the shadows, Saoji keeps this sword on hand. He grew up believing that many around him were below him mentally, as if they've shown no proof of being smart to live safely. His father, unknowingly to him, had enemies. His father owned a growing company that many others wanted for themselves. Fortunately, his father was able to evade the assassination attempts but failed to keep Saoji safe since he was attending the school. Saoji is now aware that there was no way he could contact his family any longer, they were far away with no record of their whereabouts...Saoji is alone. His father's enemies started coming after him, therefore, he protects himself with the training his father gave him, his sword, and using the shadows to his advantage. He's not sure if the other students are aware of his secluded being, but if they are not...a potential dangers could threaten the entire school. |
52,914 | 1,435 | 53 | 2,176 | 944 | As Henrietta babbled on about the Crusades, ( could not even feel his mouth slowly slackening from an impressed half-gape into a wry smile, so fixated was he on her. And as she talked energetically, it didn't seem like she lost any of her elegance. From the boy's point of view, each smile and lingering look of her eyes on the people around her was delivered majestically and expertly. Along with her natural good looks, her mannerisms made it impossible for her not to simply be endearing. Cadwal was right, Timothy thought; she really was a master temptress - no, not temptress, that is too harsh of a word; a master charmer, then.
And this charm of hers, this God-given _Gift_, must allow her to maintain a position of power amongst the diverse student body. Hers is a smile that promises everything. Hers is a smile that is an effective tool of manipulation. But who was he to question her motives like this? Timothy cautioned himself against presumptuousness. It was not good to judge so readily. Therefore, he was continually cordial as he shared, talking rapidly:
"A-and it was a Norman noble by the name of Robert Guiscard who took over Naples and Muslim Sicily, becoming the king of Southern Italy. His conquests would prove to be the amongst the most destabilizing forces in the eleventh century, for immediately after did the Byzantine Emperor Alexius I request for Western Aid against the Seljuks, who had conquered Asia Minor. Pope Urban II, while concerned at Guiscard's growing power, also saw the formation of a Christian Kingdom of Sicily as a good sign, and so went on with the First Crusade: not just a holy war in the name of God, but one to reaffirm Papal authority diminished from when, decades ago, the Holy Roman Emperor Henry IV sacked Rome in the climax of a political spat between him and the belligerent Pope Gregory VII, who excommunicated the Emperor _twice_."
Mildly out of breath, and concerned at his outward dignity from his sudden burst of energy, he offered: "Henrietta, I am a big history buff regarding the Crusades. I would love it if I could help."
_"She threw the dog a bone and the dog went for it,"_ Cadwal sighed.
_"I'm just offering my help here,"_ Timothy defended himself.
_"You are the fish, and you took the bait."_
_"I thought you were all for me helping others whenever I could?"_
_"And I thought you wanted nothing to do with Henrietta."_
_"I said I wanted nothing to do with joining her gang. It doesn't mean I can't talk to her."_
_"Boy, **this is** what she does to induct freshmen into her gang."_ | ##Timothy “Tim” Aquinas##
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**Description:**
!( "Timothy")
An unassuming youth with pale skin, brown hair and emerald eyes, Timothy is lean and rather thin. Thin-framed eyeglasses sit upon the bridge of his nose, windows to eyes that brighten up in a charming, childlike way when he smiles. He stands at a good 6’0” tall, and prefers simple clothing: many of his shirts are black or grey and without print, and the ones that do have only minimalistic designs. His pants and other apparel are equally unassuming. But never is he seen without his only apparent accessory: a small pendant in the shape of an elaborate Celtic crucifix of silver, hanging from his neck by a chain.
Described by Cadwal as having a "cherub's melody," Timothy has a deceptively effeminate voice.
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**Age:** 16
**Gender:** Male
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**Personality:**
*“Not to us, O Lord, not to us, but to Your Name give glory.”*
The foremost thing one might notice about Timothy is his zeal. A devout Catholic, he is well-read in the Bible and zealous. And unlike some others, Timothy has taken the teachings of the Scripture to heart, making him a genuinely friendly and caring person. Love his neighbor, love his enemy? Timothy most certainly does. Honest and loyal, his care for the well-being of others extends to the spiritual: he is convinced that those of heathen faiths – especially the People of the Book But Do Not Believe – and true unbelievers must be enlightened sooner or later. Then there are the Ones Who Come in His Name but Twist His Words, like Westboro, which he finds especially despicable.
Timothy is especially fond of literature, especially medieval history. He knows full well how Duke Enrique of Savoy invaded Monferatto from the Duke of Mantua as he had run out of patience with waiting for Emperor Rudolf of the Holy Roman Empire to answer his petition to have the mentioned territory transferred to the custody of his daughter, Margherita, as she was kicked out of the Mantuan Duke’s court for not having sired a child for her husband, the Duke’s late brother, before he died. Always hungry for more knowledge, his learning of this subject which he most adores is supplemented by the Holy Ghosts whom he summons and who are more than willing to answer his many, many questions. They may also be the reason why his favorite video game is Medieval II: Total War.
Quite softspoken, the mildness of his words is such that people are often left cynically wondering whether or not Timothy is mocking them. The sincerity with which he prays before eating his meals is viewed by some as merely an exaggeration: a mockery of those who practice Christianity. However, Timothy does not practice deceit. What he does is honest.
He believes his unique ability to summon fallen Crusaders is given to him by God.
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**Talent:**
*Esoteric Knowledge:* Timothy is well-read in obscure history books, and can regurgitate most of what he has learned, knowledge extracted from the literary works of people Like E.B Sledge, Sir Arthur Lloyd, and Peter H. Wilson. But, ever humble, Timothy only shares what he knows when the situation calls for it.
*Communicatio Larvali:* Timothy can communicate with summoned Holy Ghosts telepathically, surmounting any distance and time and in pure thought, eliminating the language barrier. Cadwal is a special case, and is an exception to the rule.
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**Ability:**
_Legiones Ecclesiae:_ At his command, Timothy can call forth Holy Ghosts of the most proactive members of the Church-Militant, namely, Crusaders. Having had this unique gift since early childhood, he has improved the ability in that he can keep indefinitely one Holy Ghost and dispel them at his whim. With a whispered plea and holding a holy symbol of Christianity (like a cross, or his pendant), Timothy beckons the departed souls of those who killed and died in the name of Christ from the ether and into the worldly earth. Fading into existence, they are then at the summoner's beck and call. However, the summoned are picked at random: Timothy does not yet have the ability to call specific people.
_Holy Ghosts_ are the summoned spirits of Christian martyrs. These can be an unknown Crusader or even someone famous like Joan of Arc. Partly transparent, hued an otherworldly blue, and possessed of bright, glowing eyes, these entities are twice as strong and fast as a man and immune to pain – but not harm. While they are ghosts in a sense, they are still shackled to following the laws of physics. However, they do not need their spectral organs to live as they are already dead. Therefore, a bullet is most effective at tearing a Holy Ghost's tendons than holing their heart.
Maintaining a Holy Ghost is done automatically by the soul but at the expense of the body. Timothy is completely alright with one summoned, but is easily winded when he has summoned two. At three and four, he is forced to sit down, with him being pale at the latter. Having five summoned simultaneously will knock him to deathly unconsciousness and will take heavy tolls on his health. While Timothy can keep one Holy Ghost indefinitely, having two or more will strain Timothy's soul so much that after fifteen minutes, they will be forcibly dispelled.
Holy Ghosts are summoned with what they had on their person the moment of their death. While her visit could potentially be a very enlightening experience, Joan of Arc would not fight at her fullest since she wore a dress during her death at the pyre. Crusaders who died in battle are more valuable in that they are usually in full gear when summoned. However, all are prized and valuable relics of the past, and some of them possess ancient knowledge no longer available in the present.
It would appear that Holy Ghosts have lost much of their personality during their centuries in limbo. What they haven't lost, however, is hatred of the heathen, the unbeliever, and the heretic.
Holy Ghosts, being soul-bound to their summoner, are able to communicate with Tim telepathically in pure thoughts, defeating language barriers.
Holy Ghosts can be seen, heard and touched by other people. However, they don't feel much due to their slightly incorporeal properties. They mimic the natural body temperature of a human being, but have got no odor of their own.
_Cadwal of Godwyn_ is a deceased English Crusader knight who perished in the First Crusade, struck down by an arrow to his thigh, knocking him off his horse, that subsequently became gangrenous and from which he did not recover. Acting as a sort of guardian angel, even he himself is not sure what is exactly at work as he shares his mind and soul with Timothy, acting as the boy's second conscience and trying to steer him towards the right path.
Cadwal "sleeps," becoming completely inactive for four hours each day. This is to relieve some of the stress of Timothy's soul from having to maintain another thought-form. Cadwal does his best to time this with Timothy's regular sleeping hours.
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**Bio:**
Born to two middle-class parents as the middle child of a litter of two boys and one girl, there isn't much to say about Timothy, considering his overall and overwhelming averageness which is offset only by his unique and (as he believes) God-given ability. While he was baptized, going to Church was never something routine for his family. Therefore, he sees his powers as a gift from God when they emerged when he was six years old.
Like many children, he thought up an imaginary friend. It was a knight, and his young mind could only describe it as "blue" and "like glass." When he was alone, he would play with the knight, and started a little game with his older brother and younger sister when he introduced the knight to them, and they made their own imaginary friends. Little did Timothy know, however, that his siblings' imagined creations were far different to what he had, for as time went on, the knight's responses became purely his own, and Timothy slowly lost the need to parrot them. Like another person living in his head, the knight would comment on day-to-day life, and when the young Timothy eyed upon a Bible, the knight energetically pleaded the boy to read it.
As little Tim read, his young mind was full of questions even from the starting book of Genesis. He would ask the knight in his head, who formally introduced himself as Cadwal of Godwyn, to explain it all for him, and he spent so many sleepless nights doing this sort of cooperative storytelling that his mother became worried at his lack of sleep and consulted a physician. On his third grade of elementary school, his family had to move elsewhere, and he was saddened by the sudden loss of friends; but Cadwal was always there and would never leave his mind. Upon his insistence, his father took him to Church one day, and was deeply happy at finally worshiping at a proper place.
As he became older and thus more aware of the sheer unnaturality of his unique ability, Tim wondered if he could do more with it. Praying to God, and after consulting Cadwal, he tried to call out an angel to advise him on what to do when his parents were divorcing. However, the only being that faded into existence was not a magnificent scion of Heaven, but a short-lasting, flickering blue ghost of a woman in armor. Timothy could not but gasp "Who are you?" at the figure, who replied with a sagely "Who I am is not important. But your faith in God is," before fading back into nothingness.
Encouraged by Cadwal, Timothy was henceforth convinced of his being blessed. Ever since then, he has been practicing and perfecting this unique ability of his by prayer and meditation.
Speaking with wizened words, Timothy prevented his parents' divorce by driving them to tears as he preached about the sanctity and inviolability of the oaths a couple takes in their marriage ceremony, with the help of his two beloved siblings.
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**Other:**
Drowning in early adolescent male hormones, Timothy wanted to masturbate once (just to try it) but was halted by Cadwal (whom he thought was sleeping), who lectured him fiercely of the value of the "seed" and how it must not be wasted. |
52,915 | 1,435 | 54 | 156 | 2,749 | Harold noted how Thisa seemed to take a moment to ponder something on her mind, before she tuned back in and showed him a beautiful smile and laughed. It twas then that Harold started to think over her offer. The body and the mind- The perfect team for building a robot. He wondered if she knew that he couldn't pass up such an offer. (Maybe she planned that out when she ask me that?). Needless to say, Harold felt any point or reason to ever refuse such an offer crumble within himself. There was no way he could pass this opportunity up! Nor these amazing girl who he'd be working with....it was always nice to work with girls who actually loved their crafts instead of just saying they did after all.
Harold gave a teasing grin while he replied: "I *suppose* that we may procrastinate on shifting through the Black Market." He also grabbed her offered hand in his, and gave a decisive handshake, with a little exagurastion on the directions. "It would be my own honor and pleasure to assist in your endevour to bring such a masterpiece to life. My Computer is yours, Ms. Thisa." Harold had a much warmer and much happier smile on his face while he replied, his obvious acceptance going well for him. | !( "Poppy O'Conner")
**Name:** Poppy O’Conner
**Age:** 16
**Gender:** Female
**Personality:** Poppy is an awkward girl who often says the wrong things when around people she doesn’t know well. When with friends, though, Poppy is loud, talkative, and, unfortunately, punny. She doesn’t understand the point of keeping things secret, so she has no qualms with saying exactly what is going on in her life or what of the likes if someone asks her. Poppy has the unfortunate habit of bottling up her emotions and, even when telling her “sob” story, keeps a straight face or shrugs it off when people ask her how she is feeling. The blonde has a hard time connecting with people on a personal level and when she attempts to express her sadness, she is often deterred by sympathetically distant responses. She is not particularly motivated to do anything and tries to find the easiest ways to do things. Her worst habit is procrastination and most of her work does not get done until the night before it’s due.
**Talent:**_ Learner_: Poppy learns new things with relative ease and has a near perfect memory where she can store all the new information. She dabbles in most genres of information and knows many random facts.
**Ability**: _Know-It-All_: By pressing her hand anywhere on a book, or anything that holds information, she can absorb the information and remember it completely. This gives her a higher level of intelligence than most. Due to absorbing psychology books and pamphlets, Poppy can easily read people by their body language. If an animal is sick? She can check for any symptoms of the million of diseases and illnesses in her knowledge. However, after absorbing too much information, Poppy gets queasy and dizzy; if she goes past that, though she never has so far, she would probably die.
**Bio:**
Poppy is an American and was born on an Air Force base in Florida. Her father is in the military and she has had to move around a lot for his work. Her parents were always busy with work – not that Poppy minded, because when they weren’t, the family was always hanging out – and so Poppy took up the habit of reading constantly. Because of her father’s work, Poppy’s dad would get deployed many times and Poppy would be stuck with her mother.
It wasn’t that Poppy didn’t like her mother, in fact, Poppy adored her mother...that is before her alcoholism came back after ten years of sobriety (she quit before Poppy was born). Her mother spiraled into a pit of depression and, in turn, Poppy too had begun to feel depressed. Later on, she was diagnosed with depression and anxiety and was prescribed medicine to take. Poppy, often than not, does not take her medicine because “it makes her feel funny.”
One day, when Poppy was fourteen and her father was home from deployment, the blonde girl came home to her mother crying in her bedroom, drunk as per usual, and attempting to call a rehab facility. Not knowing what to do, Poppy attempted to call her dad to help her, but he wasn’t picking up. After the police came (one of the rehab centers had called the cops on her mom to make sure she wasn’t harming herself) and Poppy finally managed to get a hold of her dad, everything just froze for Poppy. Her mother went to rehab until the week before Poppy’s fifteenth birthday, but that wasn’t what the problem was for Poppy. She discovered that, in her time of need, she was having a hard time connecting with her friends. They would tell her that “it would be alright” and that “at least your mom is getting better” but that didn’t satisfy Poppy – they felt distant.
After her mom was released, Poppy’s dad got a new job in Wales and the O’Conner family jumped at the chance to go for it was “a new start.”
Other: Poppy is terrified of not being able to control herself (therefore, she stays away from drugs, alcohol and such and such) |
52,916 | 1,435 | 55 | 2,465 | 3,276 | Henrietta stared at Timothy for a moment as he gave his own piece of knowledge about the Crusades. The people behind her also stared, before realizing that they should probably write this down.
Henrietta gave another peal of laughter. "Wow! I didn't think anyone else in this school actually read on that. I take it you've read about the Crusades then? No, of course you have. That's not particulary common information after all, especially the one about Pope Gregory VII - the man had King Henry excommunicated even until he died, and most of the Popes problems and detractors were against him just because he supported the Normans. "
The girl sat up straight, no longer slouching and looking more animated. "Since you know a lot about the Crusades you can help us with the journal writing then. You'd be surprised how hard some higher years find Social Studies. It's mostly Europe once you're in third year, so the discussion ranges from the before the Crusades to the World Wars, and some people actually forget who Richard the Lionhearts rival was, I'm talking about Saladin of course, but you probably already knew tha-"
Suddenly she clamped up. shot a hand to her mouth, and blushed a little. "Heh heh, I'm really sorry about that. I rarely get the chance to talk with people like this. I only ever get to talk to freshman like this, before they find out what my ability is and join other groups . . . who don't particularly like me." She looked at Timothy and Poppy with a smile. It was a little sad to look at.
"I don't blame them of course; from facts alone, the ability I got is _pretty nasty_. I'm just lucky I have my own group to hang out with. That's one thing no one in this school can deny: the groups here give you a place to belong. I don't want to sound like I'm advertising, but it's true."
She sighed. "And now I sound like I'm preaching. _Blegh_, sorry about that, I just got into the mood. A-anyway, do you guys have anything you wanna talk about? You're new here, so you have to have a lot of questions!" | Name: Saoji Makami
Age:
15
Gender: Male
Personality:
Humble and wise. Knows how to choose his battles. Usually analyzes the behavior in those around him; and predicts the person they truly are.
Talent:
Saoji found that he is able to persuade many unskilled individuals to his cause by telling them harsh truths about reality. "Unlocking the mind" as what others may call it. He is able to debate with someone until they finally give in and agrees with him. He believes that the world around them has been corrupted, therefore, he uses this as a means of making the world a better place. However, ever since attending the school, this task has been difficult for him. Everyone seems to have their own agenda, therefore, convincing them to change for the better has been a tough one. Also, if one individual's mind is strong enough, he is not able to convince them of anything.
Ability:
Dream sequences - The ability to give an individual a dream like state if the individual is caught daydreaming or is asleep. Within these sequences, he can manipulate the dream into whatever he desires. Usually he would make someone dream of a world without evil and corruption. Sometimes, he may even joke around and manipulate one's own desires and use that against them in the real world. While giving the dream state, his pupils turn hazel and he becomes focused on the individuals.
Bio:
Saoji Mikami, one of many students who has a superior sense of reasoning. Saoji grew up with a healthy set of parents, however, he considered himself the black sheep between his older brother and older sister. He clung to the shadows, paranoid of the violent world around him. He found that he was very passive, but when confronted, he becomes aggressive. He seems to know a bit of martial arts as well. Before attending the school, his father allowed him to have his most precious hand crafted sword made of a special material. When sticking to the shadows, Saoji keeps this sword on hand. He grew up believing that many around him were below him mentally, as if they've shown no proof of being smart to live safely. His father, unknowingly to him, had enemies. His father owned a growing company that many others wanted for themselves. Fortunately, his father was able to evade the assassination attempts but failed to keep Saoji safe since he was attending the school. Saoji is now aware that there was no way he could contact his family any longer, they were far away with no record of their whereabouts...Saoji is alone. His father's enemies started coming after him, therefore, he protects himself with the training his father gave him, his sword, and using the shadows to his advantage. He's not sure if the other students are aware of his secluded being, but if they are not...a potential dangers could threaten the entire school. |
52,917 | 1,435 | 56 | 156 | 2,749 | Despite how awkward Poppy was and how she tried to avoid it, it was inevitable. And thus, she figured that being blunt with her questions would be the best case as it is. After all, what more could happen? It was best just to get everything out on the table. Or at least that was what she was trying to tell herself to excuse the curiosity that was getting the best of her.
“What’s your power?” Poppy inquired hurriedly before she could back out. She folded her arms on the table and leaned on them, her butt lifting slightly from the chair. “I heard something about it being ‘social.’”
Poppy had half a mind to ask if Henrietta was a master manipulator, but decided that was best left for later when she had more of a case to bring up other than suspicions. Besides, there was nothing that Henrietta could really get from manipulating Poppy, not really. Poppy had no intention of joining a side and she didn’t have an especially advantageous power. All she had was knowledge on her side, and while knowledge was powerful, in a battle against…what were the other leaders’ powers?
“And what are the other leaders’ powers?” | !( "Poppy O'Conner")
**Name:** Poppy O’Conner
**Age:** 16
**Gender:** Female
**Personality:** Poppy is an awkward girl who often says the wrong things when around people she doesn’t know well. When with friends, though, Poppy is loud, talkative, and, unfortunately, punny. She doesn’t understand the point of keeping things secret, so she has no qualms with saying exactly what is going on in her life or what of the likes if someone asks her. Poppy has the unfortunate habit of bottling up her emotions and, even when telling her “sob” story, keeps a straight face or shrugs it off when people ask her how she is feeling. The blonde has a hard time connecting with people on a personal level and when she attempts to express her sadness, she is often deterred by sympathetically distant responses. She is not particularly motivated to do anything and tries to find the easiest ways to do things. Her worst habit is procrastination and most of her work does not get done until the night before it’s due.
**Talent:**_ Learner_: Poppy learns new things with relative ease and has a near perfect memory where she can store all the new information. She dabbles in most genres of information and knows many random facts.
**Ability**: _Know-It-All_: By pressing her hand anywhere on a book, or anything that holds information, she can absorb the information and remember it completely. This gives her a higher level of intelligence than most. Due to absorbing psychology books and pamphlets, Poppy can easily read people by their body language. If an animal is sick? She can check for any symptoms of the million of diseases and illnesses in her knowledge. However, after absorbing too much information, Poppy gets queasy and dizzy; if she goes past that, though she never has so far, she would probably die.
**Bio:**
Poppy is an American and was born on an Air Force base in Florida. Her father is in the military and she has had to move around a lot for his work. Her parents were always busy with work – not that Poppy minded, because when they weren’t, the family was always hanging out – and so Poppy took up the habit of reading constantly. Because of her father’s work, Poppy’s dad would get deployed many times and Poppy would be stuck with her mother.
It wasn’t that Poppy didn’t like her mother, in fact, Poppy adored her mother...that is before her alcoholism came back after ten years of sobriety (she quit before Poppy was born). Her mother spiraled into a pit of depression and, in turn, Poppy too had begun to feel depressed. Later on, she was diagnosed with depression and anxiety and was prescribed medicine to take. Poppy, often than not, does not take her medicine because “it makes her feel funny.”
One day, when Poppy was fourteen and her father was home from deployment, the blonde girl came home to her mother crying in her bedroom, drunk as per usual, and attempting to call a rehab facility. Not knowing what to do, Poppy attempted to call her dad to help her, but he wasn’t picking up. After the police came (one of the rehab centers had called the cops on her mom to make sure she wasn’t harming herself) and Poppy finally managed to get a hold of her dad, everything just froze for Poppy. Her mother went to rehab until the week before Poppy’s fifteenth birthday, but that wasn’t what the problem was for Poppy. She discovered that, in her time of need, she was having a hard time connecting with her friends. They would tell her that “it would be alright” and that “at least your mom is getting better” but that didn’t satisfy Poppy – they felt distant.
After her mom was released, Poppy’s dad got a new job in Wales and the O’Conner family jumped at the chance to go for it was “a new start.”
Other: Poppy is terrified of not being able to control herself (therefore, she stays away from drugs, alcohol and such and such) |
52,918 | 1,435 | 57 | 993 | 1,646 | Though Paige knew Ione lied for the sake of it all, she was still hesitant of what Saoji was saying. Mainly, because this and that were two entirely different things. **"No, don't wanna. Ione is mine and only mine. I won't let you get in between us!"** Ione heard everything she had to say, and smiled at Paige. Though it wasn't a common smile, it was the smile of someone who was about to do something bad, and Paige kneww that smile all too well. **"W-Wait, Ione? What are you going to do?"** From a pocket of her dress, she took out a single piece of paper and put it in Paige's face. **"Noooo! Anything but the talismans!"** While she was doing so, she smiled at Saoji, a bit more normally.
**"Don't worry about her, Saoji, she said she'll try to hold back, or face punishment instead."** Ione left the talisman on Paige and she suddenly lost all strength.
**"You're so cruel..."** Paige said, with the last of her strength. Ione took her and put her on top of her hat, to carry her.
**"It can be suffocating at times, to be honest with you. Paige patronizes me too much, but I'm sure someone is out there for you. I know I want to protect you, though. You are my friend, after all."** Ione smiled at Saoji, sure of what she had said. It had been a while since she had someone she could call a 'friend', so that much was enough for now. **"It'd be my pleasure to join you, Saoji. What movie do you want to watch? I know some very good horror movies."** She said, smiling more like a child and less like the cold persona she posed at. | **Name:** Ione (Juliet) Barnett & Paige
**Picture/Description:**
This one is Ione!
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This is Paige! (She's a ghost. :P)
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**Age:** 17
**Gender:** Female
**Personality:** One way (Maybe the only way) to describe Ione is as odd. She is aloof, absent and some times, she seems to be looking more through you than at you. All of this combined with the fact that she talks a bit too much about ghosts and spirits make her seem crazy more often than not. You see, Ione has two personas inside her, but of course, this isn't a Multiple Personality Disorder, it is just her playing around, and also, a way to hide her bashfulness when talking to others, after all, who would be able to talk about ghosts, spirits, demons and such without feeling if even a little bit embarrassed? Her first persona is Juliet, a cold, sharp tongued girl who tries to scare others with her stories about ghosts (Yep, she named it). The second one is her real self that often peeks out when she is acting as her Juliet persona and someone shows some kind of interest in what she is talking about, the real Ione that is more of a ditzy, naive and a bit playful girl.
While it may seem that her ghost ramblings are nothing but nonsense, Ione does indeed have a talent for contacting the occult. Such talent allows her to speak with ghosts and even see them, and, given her lack of friends because of her odd personality, she spends a lot of time talking with her ghost friends. Given that she is one of the few people who can actually do that, she is often seen talking alone or with some imaginary friend, as they guess, though the reality is actually more spooky than that. Ione also has an unwavering love for Horror movies, though she often comments on the many discrepancies between the movies and actual ghosts.
Regarding her constant companion, the ghost Paige, she is a bit of a pervert that is deeply attached to Ione, and would do whatever Ione wants as long as it is reasonable. Regardless of her appearance and due to the fact that she's been dead for a long time, Paige is more mature than she lets others know, and also someone with very strict morals. She likes playing pranks, but she would never abide to do something that would put others in danger and will also pressure Ione to do the right thing sometimes. The two of the get along really well and are almost like sisters, so Paige is very prone to feel jealous when someone else interacts with Ione.
**Talent:** Mediumship, Ione is able to communicate with and see ghosts, to a really frightening extent, as she claims that, sometimes, she can even touch the ghosts without the use of her ability, though it is a limited and scarce number of ghosts she can actually touch. The reason as to why she can touch those ghosts is still unknown, but she thinks it is because of some kind of grudge they hold.
**Ability:** Poltergeist, Ione has the ability to secrete ectoplasm from her body, a substance invisible to those without her talents of mediumship. Through the secretion of ectoplasm, she can give a ghost the ability to touch things in the mortal realm, from objects to humans, giving the illusion that she has telekinesis instead. With enough extoplasm, a ghost can become visible to the naked eye of any passerby. Though her ability is useful, it does not give her the ability to control ghosts, so there are few ghosts who actually listen to her, though, luckily, she has one she is very good friends with. A ghost covered in her ectoplasm can also posses someone, however, the subject must be unconscious for it to succeed. It seems she can also use the ectoplasm for battle, but given that she barely knows how to fight, she doesn't know how.
**Bio:** Always the odd one out, Ione at first cursed her talent for seeing ghosts, since it caused nothing but troubles. In the past, she was always bullied, because of how she tried to include her invisible friends into conversations with others. Unable to see what Ione was talking about, the other kids merely tried to tell her that there was nothing there, and that she was crazy. At some point, and tired of being called crazy for believing in her ghostly friends, she distanced herself from them. She pretended as if they didn't exist, as if she couldn't hear them. She saw how they detached their own heads and things of the like in comic ways in an effort to make her laugh, but she choked down her laughs and put up a poker face.
She lived a normal life for a while but, to be honest, she found it boring. After being able to talk with ghosts that had been decapitated or had died young, well, she just found everything else boring. She had seen gory scenes before, but she didn't seem to really mind, in fact, that helped her develop one of her greatest interests in life, her love for horror movies. After a while, she finally realized that her fun days were because of her ethereal friends and decided to go back to them, instead of trying to be someone she wasn't with the other kids.
She apologized time and time again and the ghosts that were her friends eventually forgave her, with the sole condition that she wouldn't turn their back on them ever again. After agreeing to it, she was then introduced to the newest additions of the gang. Juliet and Paige, a pair of sisters that strayed all the way to where they were. Ione grew close to both sisters in a short time, but one day, Juliet, the bigger of the sisters, disappeared. Juliet always talked about how it would be great to finally pass on and let go of all her regrets and things left undone, though there was still something holding her down. Ione soon connected the dots and figured that she couldn't pass on because of her little sister Paige, but after Paige grew close to Ione, maybe Juliet knew that her little sister would be able to pass away eventually too, and left this world. Ione was now resolved, knowing that Juliet must now be able to be born again, and she decided to help all the other ghosts pass away and thus, her Juliet persona was born. She helped every and each one of her friends pass away, except for one. Paige was the only one that remained there and, though Ione didn't knew why, she decided she would think about it as it went, given that Paige never left her side.
**Other:** She likes to wear gothic lolita fashion. She is quite good at sewing and handicraft of the like, though she is terrible at cooking. |
52,919 | 1,435 | 58 | 1,046 | 4,333 | A rather disgruntled Belle stumbled out of one of the classrooms, her hair in a mess and practically covered in various colors of paint. She had just woken up after taking a nap once her piece was finished. Muse was gone for now, probably sleeping as well. A piece of her black hair had somehow found it's way into her mouth as well and as she looked around the hallway, she pulled it out lazily.
Lazy dark eyes, deep dark brown, stared down the different sides of the hallway, deciding where to go. However, her stomach made the first request, making a loud grumbling sound, hard enough to make the poor girl cringe a bit.
With that settled, Belle made her way towards one of the cafeterias. It didn't matter to her which one, the closest one was fine. Zombified, the black haired artist shuffled her way to the East side cafeteria. Her only hope was that they had pizza and coffee today. She'd have her fill of pizza and then take a few shots of espresso to wake herself up a bit.
**"Thank the Muse!"** Belle shouted, almost falling to her knees at the sight of glorious pizza. Her spirits lifted, she ran over to the counter and began piling pizza onto her plate, ignoring the looks it got her. | **Name:** Isabelle "Belle" Freyone
**Picture/Description:**
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**Age:** 17
**Gender:** Female
**Personality:** Belle is known to be the loner. She does enjoy the company of others, but for whatever reason she will often times run off on her own to do her own thing. Not much is known about what she does but all know that it usually has something to do with the fine arts. She will often times lock herself up in her room to work on something, or even one of the classrooms, and will stay there for days.
**Talent:**
_Fine Arts_: Belle is what one would call a crazed artist. Whether it's painting, drawing, music, or literature, Belle has dabbled in it all. She will often times become 'enlightened' by her 'Muse' and leave suddenly to go work on something.
_Muse_: Belle has an imaginary friend she calls Muse who talks to her and gives her ideas. He's mostly just a voice inside her head but sometimes he appears to give her characters inspiration or inspiration for a drawing, or a music piece.
**Ability:**
_Paint/Sing_: Belle can use paint, ink, or her voice to inspire an emotion. She throws paint/ink onto someone and they suddenly are overcome by a certain emotion, be it sadness, fear or happiness. She can also do this through song. (Credit to idea goes to my good friend 'FaithRose')
_Listen_: Belle has very good ears and can hear whether or not someone is being honest. She can use this skill, along with another similar skill, to ascertain the intentions of someone.
_Heart's Song_: Belle can feel/hear the heart's song of the people around her. Through this, she can know if someone is sad, happy, or feeling vindictive. She can also hear these songs from anywhere in the school within about a 5 mile radius. Sometimes it can be a blessing and sometimes a curse and she finds it very hard to zero in on a certain song.
**Bio:**
Belle grew up in an abusive home. She, herself, was never physically abused but she definitely was mentally abused in many ways. Her father was an alcoholic and would often beat her mother and blame Belle for it, saying she was the reason he had to do this to her.
The only way Belle was able to cope was when she ran away from home. That day, she found an abandoned home with books, art and writing aplenty. There, she met Him, her Muse. He stood in the door way, standing tall like a King and greeted her. He played games with her, made her feel like a princess. They played and played and played. That day, her parents found her, but since she has found ways to sneak out to this place and play with her Muse. Eventually, he even followed her home.
Since, Belle has been shipped off to Wales, to attend a school her grandfather suggested to her mother. She, and Muse, seem to like there but tend to keep to themselves for the most part.
**Other:**
Belle dislikes technology and will avoid it if at all possible but she does use a laptop for some of her writing and has a cell phone for practical purposes. |
52,920 | 1,435 | 59 | 993 | 1,646 | ###**Library**
After a brief exchange of words between Ione and Saoji, the two of them made their way to the library of the school. Along the way there, Saoji couldn't help but to glance at her a few times from the side. She was so beautiful and so cute, he almost lost himself a second time just looking at her. When they arrived at the front door, Saoji held the door open for her and then entered after her. Inside now, Saoji took a few steps forward before looking past a group of individuals close to the movie section. He looked at Ione and smiled.
**"Well, are you ready?"** he asked with a wide grin.
He motioned over towards the other group who were present with them. Past them was where the movies were, a few steps away from the tables in which they sat. He began browsing the selection until he overheard the word "power" and the "leader powers" coming from one of the girls. He blinked a few times as he continued to listen in on their conversation and turned to Ione.
**"Hey, Ione, remember when I asked you about powers? Well...is she a leader? Will she tell me how to get them?"** he said, pointing over at the blonde haired girl. He wondered if she was a leader. She seemed a bit too powerful in her persona.
Saoji was well concerned about this ability that the students are suppose to have. But he have shown no signs of displaying in sort of abnormal magic or anything. Other than what those men who chased yelled at him.
If you can locate your family's presence through your dream ability, then you can tell us where they are now! they shouted.
But just how could he do such a thing if he doesn't remember? Did his ability have a side effect? After he creates a dream...does it temporarily affect someone's memory? Saoji could only wish that he knew. He had to ask that blonde haired girl, she seems to know more about what he wanted to know. At the same time, he didn't want to blow off Ione like he did before and risk her getting upset. For now, he simply decided to let it all go and turned to Ione once more.
**"You know what...nevermind. This is our time, right! I can find out some other time. So, you said you knew a bunch about great horror movies? Hehehe, I've never been a real of them...but...I'm sure it will be worth watching them with you."** he said as he greatly smiled. | **Name:** Ione (Juliet) Barnett & Paige
**Picture/Description:**
This one is Ione!
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This is Paige! (She's a ghost. :P)
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**Age:** 17
**Gender:** Female
**Personality:** One way (Maybe the only way) to describe Ione is as odd. She is aloof, absent and some times, she seems to be looking more through you than at you. All of this combined with the fact that she talks a bit too much about ghosts and spirits make her seem crazy more often than not. You see, Ione has two personas inside her, but of course, this isn't a Multiple Personality Disorder, it is just her playing around, and also, a way to hide her bashfulness when talking to others, after all, who would be able to talk about ghosts, spirits, demons and such without feeling if even a little bit embarrassed? Her first persona is Juliet, a cold, sharp tongued girl who tries to scare others with her stories about ghosts (Yep, she named it). The second one is her real self that often peeks out when she is acting as her Juliet persona and someone shows some kind of interest in what she is talking about, the real Ione that is more of a ditzy, naive and a bit playful girl.
While it may seem that her ghost ramblings are nothing but nonsense, Ione does indeed have a talent for contacting the occult. Such talent allows her to speak with ghosts and even see them, and, given her lack of friends because of her odd personality, she spends a lot of time talking with her ghost friends. Given that she is one of the few people who can actually do that, she is often seen talking alone or with some imaginary friend, as they guess, though the reality is actually more spooky than that. Ione also has an unwavering love for Horror movies, though she often comments on the many discrepancies between the movies and actual ghosts.
Regarding her constant companion, the ghost Paige, she is a bit of a pervert that is deeply attached to Ione, and would do whatever Ione wants as long as it is reasonable. Regardless of her appearance and due to the fact that she's been dead for a long time, Paige is more mature than she lets others know, and also someone with very strict morals. She likes playing pranks, but she would never abide to do something that would put others in danger and will also pressure Ione to do the right thing sometimes. The two of the get along really well and are almost like sisters, so Paige is very prone to feel jealous when someone else interacts with Ione.
**Talent:** Mediumship, Ione is able to communicate with and see ghosts, to a really frightening extent, as she claims that, sometimes, she can even touch the ghosts without the use of her ability, though it is a limited and scarce number of ghosts she can actually touch. The reason as to why she can touch those ghosts is still unknown, but she thinks it is because of some kind of grudge they hold.
**Ability:** Poltergeist, Ione has the ability to secrete ectoplasm from her body, a substance invisible to those without her talents of mediumship. Through the secretion of ectoplasm, she can give a ghost the ability to touch things in the mortal realm, from objects to humans, giving the illusion that she has telekinesis instead. With enough extoplasm, a ghost can become visible to the naked eye of any passerby. Though her ability is useful, it does not give her the ability to control ghosts, so there are few ghosts who actually listen to her, though, luckily, she has one she is very good friends with. A ghost covered in her ectoplasm can also posses someone, however, the subject must be unconscious for it to succeed. It seems she can also use the ectoplasm for battle, but given that she barely knows how to fight, she doesn't know how.
**Bio:** Always the odd one out, Ione at first cursed her talent for seeing ghosts, since it caused nothing but troubles. In the past, she was always bullied, because of how she tried to include her invisible friends into conversations with others. Unable to see what Ione was talking about, the other kids merely tried to tell her that there was nothing there, and that she was crazy. At some point, and tired of being called crazy for believing in her ghostly friends, she distanced herself from them. She pretended as if they didn't exist, as if she couldn't hear them. She saw how they detached their own heads and things of the like in comic ways in an effort to make her laugh, but she choked down her laughs and put up a poker face.
She lived a normal life for a while but, to be honest, she found it boring. After being able to talk with ghosts that had been decapitated or had died young, well, she just found everything else boring. She had seen gory scenes before, but she didn't seem to really mind, in fact, that helped her develop one of her greatest interests in life, her love for horror movies. After a while, she finally realized that her fun days were because of her ethereal friends and decided to go back to them, instead of trying to be someone she wasn't with the other kids.
She apologized time and time again and the ghosts that were her friends eventually forgave her, with the sole condition that she wouldn't turn their back on them ever again. After agreeing to it, she was then introduced to the newest additions of the gang. Juliet and Paige, a pair of sisters that strayed all the way to where they were. Ione grew close to both sisters in a short time, but one day, Juliet, the bigger of the sisters, disappeared. Juliet always talked about how it would be great to finally pass on and let go of all her regrets and things left undone, though there was still something holding her down. Ione soon connected the dots and figured that she couldn't pass on because of her little sister Paige, but after Paige grew close to Ione, maybe Juliet knew that her little sister would be able to pass away eventually too, and left this world. Ione was now resolved, knowing that Juliet must now be able to be born again, and she decided to help all the other ghosts pass away and thus, her Juliet persona was born. She helped every and each one of her friends pass away, except for one. Paige was the only one that remained there and, though Ione didn't knew why, she decided she would think about it as it went, given that Paige never left her side.
**Other:** She likes to wear gothic lolita fashion. She is quite good at sewing and handicraft of the like, though she is terrible at cooking. |
52,921 | 1,435 | 60 | 2,176 | 944 | Continually fixated on the Aryan goddess before him, ( did not even notice ( and ( entering.
_"She's nice,"_ was what he decided on Henrietta. _"Really nice. Happy, bubbly, charming, and all of it seems so genuine."_
Her hair was like precious gold that framed and crowned a beautiful face so seemingly as fragile and delicate as fine china. Her eyes were of a rich cerulean hue, and were as deep as the ocean blue. He then found his own eyes wandering, tracing the outline of her arms as he traced the more curvaceous parts of her body in his peripheral vision. Strangely, it was here when he actually noticed her breasts: large, soft-looking even through her clothes, and delectably round. A healthy girl for sure, he thought. A healthy girl for sure; he could not see past her stomach through the damnably obscuring table, but before she sat down, he had a pretty good look on her hips: wide and appreciatively accommodating.
_"Well, at least we're getting hints of what her powers could be,"_ Cadwal conceded. _"Her charm is surely part of it."_
_"This is an awfully good first impression,"_ Timothy admitted. _"She's... really nice. Impossibly so. What a cute girl."_
_"Oh boy."_
_"I wouldn't mind if I became her friend."_
_"This all seems harmless enough,"_ Cadwal guessed, mentally scratching his ghostly, physically nonexistent head. _"I'll just interfere when you're getting hypnotized."_
And so when he heard ( questions, he looked at her straight in the eye and held up a hand in a cautionary gesture, "Poppy, that's something a bit too direct to ask to someone you just met." | ##Timothy “Tim” Aquinas##
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**Description:**
!( "Timothy")
An unassuming youth with pale skin, brown hair and emerald eyes, Timothy is lean and rather thin. Thin-framed eyeglasses sit upon the bridge of his nose, windows to eyes that brighten up in a charming, childlike way when he smiles. He stands at a good 6’0” tall, and prefers simple clothing: many of his shirts are black or grey and without print, and the ones that do have only minimalistic designs. His pants and other apparel are equally unassuming. But never is he seen without his only apparent accessory: a small pendant in the shape of an elaborate Celtic crucifix of silver, hanging from his neck by a chain.
Described by Cadwal as having a "cherub's melody," Timothy has a deceptively effeminate voice.
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**Age:** 16
**Gender:** Male
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**Personality:**
*“Not to us, O Lord, not to us, but to Your Name give glory.”*
The foremost thing one might notice about Timothy is his zeal. A devout Catholic, he is well-read in the Bible and zealous. And unlike some others, Timothy has taken the teachings of the Scripture to heart, making him a genuinely friendly and caring person. Love his neighbor, love his enemy? Timothy most certainly does. Honest and loyal, his care for the well-being of others extends to the spiritual: he is convinced that those of heathen faiths – especially the People of the Book But Do Not Believe – and true unbelievers must be enlightened sooner or later. Then there are the Ones Who Come in His Name but Twist His Words, like Westboro, which he finds especially despicable.
Timothy is especially fond of literature, especially medieval history. He knows full well how Duke Enrique of Savoy invaded Monferatto from the Duke of Mantua as he had run out of patience with waiting for Emperor Rudolf of the Holy Roman Empire to answer his petition to have the mentioned territory transferred to the custody of his daughter, Margherita, as she was kicked out of the Mantuan Duke’s court for not having sired a child for her husband, the Duke’s late brother, before he died. Always hungry for more knowledge, his learning of this subject which he most adores is supplemented by the Holy Ghosts whom he summons and who are more than willing to answer his many, many questions. They may also be the reason why his favorite video game is Medieval II: Total War.
Quite softspoken, the mildness of his words is such that people are often left cynically wondering whether or not Timothy is mocking them. The sincerity with which he prays before eating his meals is viewed by some as merely an exaggeration: a mockery of those who practice Christianity. However, Timothy does not practice deceit. What he does is honest.
He believes his unique ability to summon fallen Crusaders is given to him by God.
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**Talent:**
*Esoteric Knowledge:* Timothy is well-read in obscure history books, and can regurgitate most of what he has learned, knowledge extracted from the literary works of people Like E.B Sledge, Sir Arthur Lloyd, and Peter H. Wilson. But, ever humble, Timothy only shares what he knows when the situation calls for it.
*Communicatio Larvali:* Timothy can communicate with summoned Holy Ghosts telepathically, surmounting any distance and time and in pure thought, eliminating the language barrier. Cadwal is a special case, and is an exception to the rule.
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**Ability:**
_Legiones Ecclesiae:_ At his command, Timothy can call forth Holy Ghosts of the most proactive members of the Church-Militant, namely, Crusaders. Having had this unique gift since early childhood, he has improved the ability in that he can keep indefinitely one Holy Ghost and dispel them at his whim. With a whispered plea and holding a holy symbol of Christianity (like a cross, or his pendant), Timothy beckons the departed souls of those who killed and died in the name of Christ from the ether and into the worldly earth. Fading into existence, they are then at the summoner's beck and call. However, the summoned are picked at random: Timothy does not yet have the ability to call specific people.
_Holy Ghosts_ are the summoned spirits of Christian martyrs. These can be an unknown Crusader or even someone famous like Joan of Arc. Partly transparent, hued an otherworldly blue, and possessed of bright, glowing eyes, these entities are twice as strong and fast as a man and immune to pain – but not harm. While they are ghosts in a sense, they are still shackled to following the laws of physics. However, they do not need their spectral organs to live as they are already dead. Therefore, a bullet is most effective at tearing a Holy Ghost's tendons than holing their heart.
Maintaining a Holy Ghost is done automatically by the soul but at the expense of the body. Timothy is completely alright with one summoned, but is easily winded when he has summoned two. At three and four, he is forced to sit down, with him being pale at the latter. Having five summoned simultaneously will knock him to deathly unconsciousness and will take heavy tolls on his health. While Timothy can keep one Holy Ghost indefinitely, having two or more will strain Timothy's soul so much that after fifteen minutes, they will be forcibly dispelled.
Holy Ghosts are summoned with what they had on their person the moment of their death. While her visit could potentially be a very enlightening experience, Joan of Arc would not fight at her fullest since she wore a dress during her death at the pyre. Crusaders who died in battle are more valuable in that they are usually in full gear when summoned. However, all are prized and valuable relics of the past, and some of them possess ancient knowledge no longer available in the present.
It would appear that Holy Ghosts have lost much of their personality during their centuries in limbo. What they haven't lost, however, is hatred of the heathen, the unbeliever, and the heretic.
Holy Ghosts, being soul-bound to their summoner, are able to communicate with Tim telepathically in pure thoughts, defeating language barriers.
Holy Ghosts can be seen, heard and touched by other people. However, they don't feel much due to their slightly incorporeal properties. They mimic the natural body temperature of a human being, but have got no odor of their own.
_Cadwal of Godwyn_ is a deceased English Crusader knight who perished in the First Crusade, struck down by an arrow to his thigh, knocking him off his horse, that subsequently became gangrenous and from which he did not recover. Acting as a sort of guardian angel, even he himself is not sure what is exactly at work as he shares his mind and soul with Timothy, acting as the boy's second conscience and trying to steer him towards the right path.
Cadwal "sleeps," becoming completely inactive for four hours each day. This is to relieve some of the stress of Timothy's soul from having to maintain another thought-form. Cadwal does his best to time this with Timothy's regular sleeping hours.
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**Bio:**
Born to two middle-class parents as the middle child of a litter of two boys and one girl, there isn't much to say about Timothy, considering his overall and overwhelming averageness which is offset only by his unique and (as he believes) God-given ability. While he was baptized, going to Church was never something routine for his family. Therefore, he sees his powers as a gift from God when they emerged when he was six years old.
Like many children, he thought up an imaginary friend. It was a knight, and his young mind could only describe it as "blue" and "like glass." When he was alone, he would play with the knight, and started a little game with his older brother and younger sister when he introduced the knight to them, and they made their own imaginary friends. Little did Timothy know, however, that his siblings' imagined creations were far different to what he had, for as time went on, the knight's responses became purely his own, and Timothy slowly lost the need to parrot them. Like another person living in his head, the knight would comment on day-to-day life, and when the young Timothy eyed upon a Bible, the knight energetically pleaded the boy to read it.
As little Tim read, his young mind was full of questions even from the starting book of Genesis. He would ask the knight in his head, who formally introduced himself as Cadwal of Godwyn, to explain it all for him, and he spent so many sleepless nights doing this sort of cooperative storytelling that his mother became worried at his lack of sleep and consulted a physician. On his third grade of elementary school, his family had to move elsewhere, and he was saddened by the sudden loss of friends; but Cadwal was always there and would never leave his mind. Upon his insistence, his father took him to Church one day, and was deeply happy at finally worshiping at a proper place.
As he became older and thus more aware of the sheer unnaturality of his unique ability, Tim wondered if he could do more with it. Praying to God, and after consulting Cadwal, he tried to call out an angel to advise him on what to do when his parents were divorcing. However, the only being that faded into existence was not a magnificent scion of Heaven, but a short-lasting, flickering blue ghost of a woman in armor. Timothy could not but gasp "Who are you?" at the figure, who replied with a sagely "Who I am is not important. But your faith in God is," before fading back into nothingness.
Encouraged by Cadwal, Timothy was henceforth convinced of his being blessed. Ever since then, he has been practicing and perfecting this unique ability of his by prayer and meditation.
Speaking with wizened words, Timothy prevented his parents' divorce by driving them to tears as he preached about the sanctity and inviolability of the oaths a couple takes in their marriage ceremony, with the help of his two beloved siblings.
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**Other:**
Drowning in early adolescent male hormones, Timothy wanted to masturbate once (just to try it) but was halted by Cadwal (whom he thought was sleeping), who lectured him fiercely of the value of the "seed" and how it must not be wasted. |
52,922 | 1,435 | 61 | 732 | 8,849 | Mars finally wandered into the libary and was greeted with a suprisingly large amount of poeple. Wierd, seemed like most poeple here actully liked learning more than excersising. Curious to hear what the group was disscusing she leaned against a stack of books and listened intently. If they were disccusing homework maybe she could hear some stuff about the Crusades, it sounded exciting but in reality it was drawl like most of her classes so she didn't remember much about it. | Name: Mars
Picture/Description: !( "Mars")
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Personality: Tomboyish violent, easily offended. is willing to get into a fight over anything and is confident in herself enough that she believes that she will win. She can be very smart if she applies herself but usually can't concentrate that long, however she has an excellent tatical mind.
Talent: Boxing
Ability: Slight future sight. She can see the actions someone is going to do a second or two before they do it if she concentrates.
Bio: Mars was born into a troubled family and grew constantly wacthing her parents argue. When she was about 10 they finally divorced and she was given to her father, shse was constantly made fun of at school having no mother and got into a lot of fights. Her father made sure she could win them, he had done a lot of boxing in the past and Mars found it to be very helpful. Of course this skill naturally got her rectruited into a boxing club in which her skills improved further.
She quickly showed she was a natural at it and rose to the top, claiming first place in local competitions. Proud of her ablility she wanted to move to a different scholl, she was bored with hers and wanted to go out and find some poeple who didn't constantly tease her, even if they did it when she wasn't looking.
Other: |
52,923 | 1,435 | 62 | 2,465 | 3,276 | Henrietta looked surprised at Poppy's forwardness, but didn't seem to mind. She giggled a bit and then leaned on her arm.
"When it comes to the abilities of the other leaders, I really don't think I have the right to tell you: I don't like it when anyone but myself explains how my power works, so I'm not willing to do the same. You know, the Golden Rule: 'Do unto others as you would have others do unto you' - well, so far it hasn't worked yet, but I'm willing to keep trying!"
The girl closed her eyes and paused for a moment, thinking of the words to say next. "My ability . . . well, officially, it's listed as mass hypnotism, but everyone else agrees that that's an understatement of its true power. The name of my ability is 'Social Network' and as for how it works-"
"Henrietta," the boy behind her interrupted, looking wary. The girl stared at him with a tightened lips before sighing.
"Oh, Bill, you already know how it goes: if I don't explain my ability in a complete and honest way, then someone else will, and whoever that is definitely won't make me out to be anything but a complete manipulative witch," she stated. The boy for his part, still looked like he was against it, but decided to abide by her decision.
Henrietta continued her explanation: "Anyway, 'Social Network' got its name because of how it works: It's a _network_. I can hypnotize and read the thoughts of a large amount of peope through any kind of social interaction. And when I say any kind, I mean, _every kind_. Talking, internet, writing - if you can communicate with it, I can hypnotize you with it. I can even control the _strength_ of the hypnotism. I can make it strong enough to make you into nothing but a mindless puppet, or - and this is the part that scares people . . ."
Henrietta took a deep breath, preparing to drop the biggest bomb that came with her abilities:
"I can make the hypnotism so subtle, you would never even know you're being hypnotized. Every action you take, you would think that it was under your power when all along I could've been playing you like a fiddle. I know the limits of my abilities: I could even get you to commit _suicide_ and think it was your own choice, and probably get you to _enjoy_ dying while I do. So far, the only person who can counter my ability is Little Louise: which is why she's so important to so many students. If to a lot of students I'm Satan herself, then Louise would be God's Angel of Death, preventing me from corrupting them with her presence.
"Not only that, the hypnotism can spread from people to people like a virus: anyone I've hypnotized before that hasn't been 'cured' can cause the hypnotism to spread just by interacting with another person. Like a zombie virus."
Henrietta gave a bitter smile, and the sparkle in her eyes seemed to dim a little. "Now you see why most of the student body won't even look at me except for the ones in my group? Everyone thinks that the only way I can make friends is by hypnotizing them. For a girl who's favorite hobby is socializing and making friends . . . well, you can see why it's particularly painful, right?" | Name: Saoji Makami
Age:
15
Gender: Male
Personality:
Humble and wise. Knows how to choose his battles. Usually analyzes the behavior in those around him; and predicts the person they truly are.
Talent:
Saoji found that he is able to persuade many unskilled individuals to his cause by telling them harsh truths about reality. "Unlocking the mind" as what others may call it. He is able to debate with someone until they finally give in and agrees with him. He believes that the world around them has been corrupted, therefore, he uses this as a means of making the world a better place. However, ever since attending the school, this task has been difficult for him. Everyone seems to have their own agenda, therefore, convincing them to change for the better has been a tough one. Also, if one individual's mind is strong enough, he is not able to convince them of anything.
Ability:
Dream sequences - The ability to give an individual a dream like state if the individual is caught daydreaming or is asleep. Within these sequences, he can manipulate the dream into whatever he desires. Usually he would make someone dream of a world without evil and corruption. Sometimes, he may even joke around and manipulate one's own desires and use that against them in the real world. While giving the dream state, his pupils turn hazel and he becomes focused on the individuals.
Bio:
Saoji Mikami, one of many students who has a superior sense of reasoning. Saoji grew up with a healthy set of parents, however, he considered himself the black sheep between his older brother and older sister. He clung to the shadows, paranoid of the violent world around him. He found that he was very passive, but when confronted, he becomes aggressive. He seems to know a bit of martial arts as well. Before attending the school, his father allowed him to have his most precious hand crafted sword made of a special material. When sticking to the shadows, Saoji keeps this sword on hand. He grew up believing that many around him were below him mentally, as if they've shown no proof of being smart to live safely. His father, unknowingly to him, had enemies. His father owned a growing company that many others wanted for themselves. Fortunately, his father was able to evade the assassination attempts but failed to keep Saoji safe since he was attending the school. Saoji is now aware that there was no way he could contact his family any longer, they were far away with no record of their whereabouts...Saoji is alone. His father's enemies started coming after him, therefore, he protects himself with the training his father gave him, his sword, and using the shadows to his advantage. He's not sure if the other students are aware of his secluded being, but if they are not...a potential dangers could threaten the entire school. |
52,924 | 1,435 | 63 | 156 | 2,749 | Poppy felt her insides freeze. She could be manipulated so easily, so readily. She wouldn’t even notice it. This was her worst fear realized. The fear of not having control of herself…except, the whole time, she’ll think she has control of herself and that was somehow worse. To be miserable without knowing your miserable just sucks. Poppy looked down at her hands and tried to swallow down the fear creeping up her spine. She peeked up at Henrietta through her blonde bangs, analyzing her, inspecting her.
But what was the point. She could have already gotten underneath Poppy’s skin, she could even know Poppy’s thoughts, she could be _planting _Poppy’s thoughts.
“How do I know you’re not manipulating me?” Poppy blurted before she could help it, the fear itching at the back of her mind. “You say that people are scared of you because that’s what they’re afraid of. And, well, how do you get them to know that you aren’t manipulating them? ‘Playing them like a fiddle’?”
And yet, despite the fear rushing through her body, there was something laying at the bottom of it, sifting like sand underneath water. An undeniable respect. The power Henrietta has, why, Poppy wish she could have it. Even if she had to be lonely, that would be such an amazing power to have. Poppy squeezed her fists together. Even though she was scary beyond hell, Poppy would have joined her if she had to join a side. Before she could think more on the amazement she had for this being, the fear rushed back with one thought: _what if this wasn’t her respect to give?_ What if she was being manipulated? It didn’t _feel_ like she was being manipulated. | !( "Poppy O'Conner")
**Name:** Poppy O’Conner
**Age:** 16
**Gender:** Female
**Personality:** Poppy is an awkward girl who often says the wrong things when around people she doesn’t know well. When with friends, though, Poppy is loud, talkative, and, unfortunately, punny. She doesn’t understand the point of keeping things secret, so she has no qualms with saying exactly what is going on in her life or what of the likes if someone asks her. Poppy has the unfortunate habit of bottling up her emotions and, even when telling her “sob” story, keeps a straight face or shrugs it off when people ask her how she is feeling. The blonde has a hard time connecting with people on a personal level and when she attempts to express her sadness, she is often deterred by sympathetically distant responses. She is not particularly motivated to do anything and tries to find the easiest ways to do things. Her worst habit is procrastination and most of her work does not get done until the night before it’s due.
**Talent:**_ Learner_: Poppy learns new things with relative ease and has a near perfect memory where she can store all the new information. She dabbles in most genres of information and knows many random facts.
**Ability**: _Know-It-All_: By pressing her hand anywhere on a book, or anything that holds information, she can absorb the information and remember it completely. This gives her a higher level of intelligence than most. Due to absorbing psychology books and pamphlets, Poppy can easily read people by their body language. If an animal is sick? She can check for any symptoms of the million of diseases and illnesses in her knowledge. However, after absorbing too much information, Poppy gets queasy and dizzy; if she goes past that, though she never has so far, she would probably die.
**Bio:**
Poppy is an American and was born on an Air Force base in Florida. Her father is in the military and she has had to move around a lot for his work. Her parents were always busy with work – not that Poppy minded, because when they weren’t, the family was always hanging out – and so Poppy took up the habit of reading constantly. Because of her father’s work, Poppy’s dad would get deployed many times and Poppy would be stuck with her mother.
It wasn’t that Poppy didn’t like her mother, in fact, Poppy adored her mother...that is before her alcoholism came back after ten years of sobriety (she quit before Poppy was born). Her mother spiraled into a pit of depression and, in turn, Poppy too had begun to feel depressed. Later on, she was diagnosed with depression and anxiety and was prescribed medicine to take. Poppy, often than not, does not take her medicine because “it makes her feel funny.”
One day, when Poppy was fourteen and her father was home from deployment, the blonde girl came home to her mother crying in her bedroom, drunk as per usual, and attempting to call a rehab facility. Not knowing what to do, Poppy attempted to call her dad to help her, but he wasn’t picking up. After the police came (one of the rehab centers had called the cops on her mom to make sure she wasn’t harming herself) and Poppy finally managed to get a hold of her dad, everything just froze for Poppy. Her mother went to rehab until the week before Poppy’s fifteenth birthday, but that wasn’t what the problem was for Poppy. She discovered that, in her time of need, she was having a hard time connecting with her friends. They would tell her that “it would be alright” and that “at least your mom is getting better” but that didn’t satisfy Poppy – they felt distant.
After her mom was released, Poppy’s dad got a new job in Wales and the O’Conner family jumped at the chance to go for it was “a new start.”
Other: Poppy is terrified of not being able to control herself (therefore, she stays away from drugs, alcohol and such and such) |
52,925 | 1,435 | 64 | 2,176 | 944 | At this revelation, ( felt utterly violated. Was she reading his thoughts right now? Hell, could she read even Cadwal's thoughts? He had called her a bitch _and_ a sow, too! Jaw slightly agape and brow mildly furrowed, she looked into those wondrous eyes and wondered if their sparkle was but an illusion, whether the blush on her cheeks was real, whether or not he was being _tricked_ by the beauty of that smile. Tim had always took solace in his thoughts, his own mind, believing them to be inviolable. But now here comes someone who could breach that sacred fortress; and the fact that she had compared herself to Satan wasn't doing her any favors for him.
_"Wait, does that mean-"_ Timothy started, but Cadwal interjected.
_"She can hear us right now?!"_
"So," Timothy began, after a lengthy beat, showing his palms as he asked for confirmation: "You can truly read my mind?"
_"Can you read my thoughts, too?"_ Cadwal supplemented, not without alarm in his mind-voice. | ##Timothy “Tim” Aquinas##
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**Description:**
!( "Timothy")
An unassuming youth with pale skin, brown hair and emerald eyes, Timothy is lean and rather thin. Thin-framed eyeglasses sit upon the bridge of his nose, windows to eyes that brighten up in a charming, childlike way when he smiles. He stands at a good 6’0” tall, and prefers simple clothing: many of his shirts are black or grey and without print, and the ones that do have only minimalistic designs. His pants and other apparel are equally unassuming. But never is he seen without his only apparent accessory: a small pendant in the shape of an elaborate Celtic crucifix of silver, hanging from his neck by a chain.
Described by Cadwal as having a "cherub's melody," Timothy has a deceptively effeminate voice.
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**Age:** 16
**Gender:** Male
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**Personality:**
*“Not to us, O Lord, not to us, but to Your Name give glory.”*
The foremost thing one might notice about Timothy is his zeal. A devout Catholic, he is well-read in the Bible and zealous. And unlike some others, Timothy has taken the teachings of the Scripture to heart, making him a genuinely friendly and caring person. Love his neighbor, love his enemy? Timothy most certainly does. Honest and loyal, his care for the well-being of others extends to the spiritual: he is convinced that those of heathen faiths – especially the People of the Book But Do Not Believe – and true unbelievers must be enlightened sooner or later. Then there are the Ones Who Come in His Name but Twist His Words, like Westboro, which he finds especially despicable.
Timothy is especially fond of literature, especially medieval history. He knows full well how Duke Enrique of Savoy invaded Monferatto from the Duke of Mantua as he had run out of patience with waiting for Emperor Rudolf of the Holy Roman Empire to answer his petition to have the mentioned territory transferred to the custody of his daughter, Margherita, as she was kicked out of the Mantuan Duke’s court for not having sired a child for her husband, the Duke’s late brother, before he died. Always hungry for more knowledge, his learning of this subject which he most adores is supplemented by the Holy Ghosts whom he summons and who are more than willing to answer his many, many questions. They may also be the reason why his favorite video game is Medieval II: Total War.
Quite softspoken, the mildness of his words is such that people are often left cynically wondering whether or not Timothy is mocking them. The sincerity with which he prays before eating his meals is viewed by some as merely an exaggeration: a mockery of those who practice Christianity. However, Timothy does not practice deceit. What he does is honest.
He believes his unique ability to summon fallen Crusaders is given to him by God.
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**Talent:**
*Esoteric Knowledge:* Timothy is well-read in obscure history books, and can regurgitate most of what he has learned, knowledge extracted from the literary works of people Like E.B Sledge, Sir Arthur Lloyd, and Peter H. Wilson. But, ever humble, Timothy only shares what he knows when the situation calls for it.
*Communicatio Larvali:* Timothy can communicate with summoned Holy Ghosts telepathically, surmounting any distance and time and in pure thought, eliminating the language barrier. Cadwal is a special case, and is an exception to the rule.
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**Ability:**
_Legiones Ecclesiae:_ At his command, Timothy can call forth Holy Ghosts of the most proactive members of the Church-Militant, namely, Crusaders. Having had this unique gift since early childhood, he has improved the ability in that he can keep indefinitely one Holy Ghost and dispel them at his whim. With a whispered plea and holding a holy symbol of Christianity (like a cross, or his pendant), Timothy beckons the departed souls of those who killed and died in the name of Christ from the ether and into the worldly earth. Fading into existence, they are then at the summoner's beck and call. However, the summoned are picked at random: Timothy does not yet have the ability to call specific people.
_Holy Ghosts_ are the summoned spirits of Christian martyrs. These can be an unknown Crusader or even someone famous like Joan of Arc. Partly transparent, hued an otherworldly blue, and possessed of bright, glowing eyes, these entities are twice as strong and fast as a man and immune to pain – but not harm. While they are ghosts in a sense, they are still shackled to following the laws of physics. However, they do not need their spectral organs to live as they are already dead. Therefore, a bullet is most effective at tearing a Holy Ghost's tendons than holing their heart.
Maintaining a Holy Ghost is done automatically by the soul but at the expense of the body. Timothy is completely alright with one summoned, but is easily winded when he has summoned two. At three and four, he is forced to sit down, with him being pale at the latter. Having five summoned simultaneously will knock him to deathly unconsciousness and will take heavy tolls on his health. While Timothy can keep one Holy Ghost indefinitely, having two or more will strain Timothy's soul so much that after fifteen minutes, they will be forcibly dispelled.
Holy Ghosts are summoned with what they had on their person the moment of their death. While her visit could potentially be a very enlightening experience, Joan of Arc would not fight at her fullest since she wore a dress during her death at the pyre. Crusaders who died in battle are more valuable in that they are usually in full gear when summoned. However, all are prized and valuable relics of the past, and some of them possess ancient knowledge no longer available in the present.
It would appear that Holy Ghosts have lost much of their personality during their centuries in limbo. What they haven't lost, however, is hatred of the heathen, the unbeliever, and the heretic.
Holy Ghosts, being soul-bound to their summoner, are able to communicate with Tim telepathically in pure thoughts, defeating language barriers.
Holy Ghosts can be seen, heard and touched by other people. However, they don't feel much due to their slightly incorporeal properties. They mimic the natural body temperature of a human being, but have got no odor of their own.
_Cadwal of Godwyn_ is a deceased English Crusader knight who perished in the First Crusade, struck down by an arrow to his thigh, knocking him off his horse, that subsequently became gangrenous and from which he did not recover. Acting as a sort of guardian angel, even he himself is not sure what is exactly at work as he shares his mind and soul with Timothy, acting as the boy's second conscience and trying to steer him towards the right path.
Cadwal "sleeps," becoming completely inactive for four hours each day. This is to relieve some of the stress of Timothy's soul from having to maintain another thought-form. Cadwal does his best to time this with Timothy's regular sleeping hours.
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**Bio:**
Born to two middle-class parents as the middle child of a litter of two boys and one girl, there isn't much to say about Timothy, considering his overall and overwhelming averageness which is offset only by his unique and (as he believes) God-given ability. While he was baptized, going to Church was never something routine for his family. Therefore, he sees his powers as a gift from God when they emerged when he was six years old.
Like many children, he thought up an imaginary friend. It was a knight, and his young mind could only describe it as "blue" and "like glass." When he was alone, he would play with the knight, and started a little game with his older brother and younger sister when he introduced the knight to them, and they made their own imaginary friends. Little did Timothy know, however, that his siblings' imagined creations were far different to what he had, for as time went on, the knight's responses became purely his own, and Timothy slowly lost the need to parrot them. Like another person living in his head, the knight would comment on day-to-day life, and when the young Timothy eyed upon a Bible, the knight energetically pleaded the boy to read it.
As little Tim read, his young mind was full of questions even from the starting book of Genesis. He would ask the knight in his head, who formally introduced himself as Cadwal of Godwyn, to explain it all for him, and he spent so many sleepless nights doing this sort of cooperative storytelling that his mother became worried at his lack of sleep and consulted a physician. On his third grade of elementary school, his family had to move elsewhere, and he was saddened by the sudden loss of friends; but Cadwal was always there and would never leave his mind. Upon his insistence, his father took him to Church one day, and was deeply happy at finally worshiping at a proper place.
As he became older and thus more aware of the sheer unnaturality of his unique ability, Tim wondered if he could do more with it. Praying to God, and after consulting Cadwal, he tried to call out an angel to advise him on what to do when his parents were divorcing. However, the only being that faded into existence was not a magnificent scion of Heaven, but a short-lasting, flickering blue ghost of a woman in armor. Timothy could not but gasp "Who are you?" at the figure, who replied with a sagely "Who I am is not important. But your faith in God is," before fading back into nothingness.
Encouraged by Cadwal, Timothy was henceforth convinced of his being blessed. Ever since then, he has been practicing and perfecting this unique ability of his by prayer and meditation.
Speaking with wizened words, Timothy prevented his parents' divorce by driving them to tears as he preached about the sanctity and inviolability of the oaths a couple takes in their marriage ceremony, with the help of his two beloved siblings.
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**Other:**
Drowning in early adolescent male hormones, Timothy wanted to masturbate once (just to try it) but was halted by Cadwal (whom he thought was sleeping), who lectured him fiercely of the value of the "seed" and how it must not be wasted. |
52,926 | 1,435 | 65 | 2,465 | 3,276 | So she was a leader, huh? The girl with the blonde hair. Simultaneously, he could hear everything Henrietta was saying, while listening to Ione's film recommendation. He couldn't deny, however, that Henrietta's speech kept him a bit more interested. Her ability sounded dangerous and could potentially inflict harm among other students. Once his thoughts were cleared, he focused on Ione. All he heard at that point was the movie that she decided to pick out. He grinned a bit and nodded his head.
**"Right. So...exactly where should we watch this? Umm...I have a movie player in my room...My mother bought it for me before I left home in case we didn't have regular television."** he said, still in distraught hearing Henrietta speak of her abilities.
But his cheeks turned red a bit, unsure if that was a good idea.
**"But...if you feel uncomfortable...I mean...I-I wouldn't want anything to happen...I mean...I don't have a roommate...so...I-I mostly stay by myself and..."** he couldn't finish what he was trying to explain to her because he was so nervous.
He hoped he hadn't made her upset again...or worse...Paige. Once she recovers her strength and sees that Ione is alone with him in his room...she may deliver an even stronger slap to his face. He could see the pain he could witness now...he shivered at the thought.
**"H-How about we take the movie to a...a...uhhh...movie theater! Yeah! They'll play it for us...right...?"** he gulped. Trying to throw in a confident smile to cover up his hilarious response to his own words. | Name: Saoji Makami
Age:
15
Gender: Male
Personality:
Humble and wise. Knows how to choose his battles. Usually analyzes the behavior in those around him; and predicts the person they truly are.
Talent:
Saoji found that he is able to persuade many unskilled individuals to his cause by telling them harsh truths about reality. "Unlocking the mind" as what others may call it. He is able to debate with someone until they finally give in and agrees with him. He believes that the world around them has been corrupted, therefore, he uses this as a means of making the world a better place. However, ever since attending the school, this task has been difficult for him. Everyone seems to have their own agenda, therefore, convincing them to change for the better has been a tough one. Also, if one individual's mind is strong enough, he is not able to convince them of anything.
Ability:
Dream sequences - The ability to give an individual a dream like state if the individual is caught daydreaming or is asleep. Within these sequences, he can manipulate the dream into whatever he desires. Usually he would make someone dream of a world without evil and corruption. Sometimes, he may even joke around and manipulate one's own desires and use that against them in the real world. While giving the dream state, his pupils turn hazel and he becomes focused on the individuals.
Bio:
Saoji Mikami, one of many students who has a superior sense of reasoning. Saoji grew up with a healthy set of parents, however, he considered himself the black sheep between his older brother and older sister. He clung to the shadows, paranoid of the violent world around him. He found that he was very passive, but when confronted, he becomes aggressive. He seems to know a bit of martial arts as well. Before attending the school, his father allowed him to have his most precious hand crafted sword made of a special material. When sticking to the shadows, Saoji keeps this sword on hand. He grew up believing that many around him were below him mentally, as if they've shown no proof of being smart to live safely. His father, unknowingly to him, had enemies. His father owned a growing company that many others wanted for themselves. Fortunately, his father was able to evade the assassination attempts but failed to keep Saoji safe since he was attending the school. Saoji is now aware that there was no way he could contact his family any longer, they were far away with no record of their whereabouts...Saoji is alone. His father's enemies started coming after him, therefore, he protects himself with the training his father gave him, his sword, and using the shadows to his advantage. He's not sure if the other students are aware of his secluded being, but if they are not...a potential dangers could threaten the entire school. |
52,927 | 1,435 | 66 | 993 | 1,646 | Ione saw that Saoji's attention was all scattered, going back and forth from her and Henrietta. It was bad, she knew what Henrietta's ability was. Ione didn't even know what to think of Henrietta. Right now, she was playing the tragic heroine, but it could or could not be an act. In the first place, how did she become a ruler? How did she even discover her power in the first place? It sure wasn't a coincidence. She just sighed. It was good that Ione was pegged as a loner when it came to things like this, she could just ignore Henrietta and her power.
Completely ignoring Saoji's bad excuse of a joke, she moves on to the subject of the location. **"Don't be so embarrassed about it. Even if you expected something to happen, nothing would, simple as that."** She said, seeming a bit cold. **"Anyhow, we can go watch it in my room. Paige would feel more at ease there. I also brought a DVD player with me. I just can't live without my friday of horror movies."** Her eyes sparkle a bit at the mention of what she likes to do every friday night. She shakes her head. In a sudden motion, she turned to see Henrietta. It was really something else, gazing upon her. She seemed so harmless, and yet, her ability was really dangerous.
She sighed. **"Let's go. I'd rather not remain here."** She said, already taking her leave towards the exit of the library. | **Name:** Ione (Juliet) Barnett & Paige
**Picture/Description:**
This one is Ione!
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This is Paige! (She's a ghost. :P)
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**Age:** 17
**Gender:** Female
**Personality:** One way (Maybe the only way) to describe Ione is as odd. She is aloof, absent and some times, she seems to be looking more through you than at you. All of this combined with the fact that she talks a bit too much about ghosts and spirits make her seem crazy more often than not. You see, Ione has two personas inside her, but of course, this isn't a Multiple Personality Disorder, it is just her playing around, and also, a way to hide her bashfulness when talking to others, after all, who would be able to talk about ghosts, spirits, demons and such without feeling if even a little bit embarrassed? Her first persona is Juliet, a cold, sharp tongued girl who tries to scare others with her stories about ghosts (Yep, she named it). The second one is her real self that often peeks out when she is acting as her Juliet persona and someone shows some kind of interest in what she is talking about, the real Ione that is more of a ditzy, naive and a bit playful girl.
While it may seem that her ghost ramblings are nothing but nonsense, Ione does indeed have a talent for contacting the occult. Such talent allows her to speak with ghosts and even see them, and, given her lack of friends because of her odd personality, she spends a lot of time talking with her ghost friends. Given that she is one of the few people who can actually do that, she is often seen talking alone or with some imaginary friend, as they guess, though the reality is actually more spooky than that. Ione also has an unwavering love for Horror movies, though she often comments on the many discrepancies between the movies and actual ghosts.
Regarding her constant companion, the ghost Paige, she is a bit of a pervert that is deeply attached to Ione, and would do whatever Ione wants as long as it is reasonable. Regardless of her appearance and due to the fact that she's been dead for a long time, Paige is more mature than she lets others know, and also someone with very strict morals. She likes playing pranks, but she would never abide to do something that would put others in danger and will also pressure Ione to do the right thing sometimes. The two of the get along really well and are almost like sisters, so Paige is very prone to feel jealous when someone else interacts with Ione.
**Talent:** Mediumship, Ione is able to communicate with and see ghosts, to a really frightening extent, as she claims that, sometimes, she can even touch the ghosts without the use of her ability, though it is a limited and scarce number of ghosts she can actually touch. The reason as to why she can touch those ghosts is still unknown, but she thinks it is because of some kind of grudge they hold.
**Ability:** Poltergeist, Ione has the ability to secrete ectoplasm from her body, a substance invisible to those without her talents of mediumship. Through the secretion of ectoplasm, she can give a ghost the ability to touch things in the mortal realm, from objects to humans, giving the illusion that she has telekinesis instead. With enough extoplasm, a ghost can become visible to the naked eye of any passerby. Though her ability is useful, it does not give her the ability to control ghosts, so there are few ghosts who actually listen to her, though, luckily, she has one she is very good friends with. A ghost covered in her ectoplasm can also posses someone, however, the subject must be unconscious for it to succeed. It seems she can also use the ectoplasm for battle, but given that she barely knows how to fight, she doesn't know how.
**Bio:** Always the odd one out, Ione at first cursed her talent for seeing ghosts, since it caused nothing but troubles. In the past, she was always bullied, because of how she tried to include her invisible friends into conversations with others. Unable to see what Ione was talking about, the other kids merely tried to tell her that there was nothing there, and that she was crazy. At some point, and tired of being called crazy for believing in her ghostly friends, she distanced herself from them. She pretended as if they didn't exist, as if she couldn't hear them. She saw how they detached their own heads and things of the like in comic ways in an effort to make her laugh, but she choked down her laughs and put up a poker face.
She lived a normal life for a while but, to be honest, she found it boring. After being able to talk with ghosts that had been decapitated or had died young, well, she just found everything else boring. She had seen gory scenes before, but she didn't seem to really mind, in fact, that helped her develop one of her greatest interests in life, her love for horror movies. After a while, she finally realized that her fun days were because of her ethereal friends and decided to go back to them, instead of trying to be someone she wasn't with the other kids.
She apologized time and time again and the ghosts that were her friends eventually forgave her, with the sole condition that she wouldn't turn their back on them ever again. After agreeing to it, she was then introduced to the newest additions of the gang. Juliet and Paige, a pair of sisters that strayed all the way to where they were. Ione grew close to both sisters in a short time, but one day, Juliet, the bigger of the sisters, disappeared. Juliet always talked about how it would be great to finally pass on and let go of all her regrets and things left undone, though there was still something holding her down. Ione soon connected the dots and figured that she couldn't pass on because of her little sister Paige, but after Paige grew close to Ione, maybe Juliet knew that her little sister would be able to pass away eventually too, and left this world. Ione was now resolved, knowing that Juliet must now be able to be born again, and she decided to help all the other ghosts pass away and thus, her Juliet persona was born. She helped every and each one of her friends pass away, except for one. Paige was the only one that remained there and, though Ione didn't knew why, she decided she would think about it as it went, given that Paige never left her side.
**Other:** She likes to wear gothic lolita fashion. She is quite good at sewing and handicraft of the like, though she is terrible at cooking. |
52,928 | 1,435 | 67 | 732 | 8,849 | Mars frowned as she listened to the leaders prediciment, it sounded like she had quite a hard time of it. Well there was nothing Mars liked like a challenge. Mars shoved off the wall she was leaning on and walked over to the somewhat crowded table. "Well i'm afraid I was doing a bit of eavsdropping because I was bored and I couldn't help but overhear your problem. Seems a crying shame someone as nice and honest as you hasn't made a single new friends since middle school, so you can start with me. My name is Mars, what's yours friend?" she asked boldly. | Name: Mars
Picture/Description: !( "Mars")
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Personality: Tomboyish violent, easily offended. is willing to get into a fight over anything and is confident in herself enough that she believes that she will win. She can be very smart if she applies herself but usually can't concentrate that long, however she has an excellent tatical mind.
Talent: Boxing
Ability: Slight future sight. She can see the actions someone is going to do a second or two before they do it if she concentrates.
Bio: Mars was born into a troubled family and grew constantly wacthing her parents argue. When she was about 10 they finally divorced and she was given to her father, shse was constantly made fun of at school having no mother and got into a lot of fights. Her father made sure she could win them, he had done a lot of boxing in the past and Mars found it to be very helpful. Of course this skill naturally got her rectruited into a boxing club in which her skills improved further.
She quickly showed she was a natural at it and rose to the top, claiming first place in local competitions. Proud of her ablility she wanted to move to a different scholl, she was bored with hers and wanted to go out and find some poeple who didn't constantly tease her, even if they did it when she wasn't looking.
Other: |
52,929 | 1,435 | 68 | 2,176 | 944 | Trickery. That one concept was the most prominent thought in ( mind, even during Henrietta's show, which, he thought, came rather abruptly. But he felt for her, still. There she was, a girl expressing herself true - or not - to people whom she just met, people whom she wanted to get to know and perhaps befriend, before others painted a bad picture of her. Pity, empathy, caution and distrust made an emotional lightshow of his chest, and he wasn't sure which pair of emotions he should go with, since she could breach and read his very mind.
Thus, he leaned back on his chair, and took a deep breath, his face unreadable as it had been set in stone-cold indifference. Not that Henrietta would need to read it, of course.
"Well," he finally frowned. "Firstly, I am honored that you would trust ( strangers with the capabilities of your power. Second, yes, forgive me, but I am suddenly a bit mistrustful of you, but," he then smiled, "I won't judge you so readily. Part of me thinks this confession is but a mere act to build sympathy, but with your powers, you could have easily done that before, so I'm willing to give you the benefit of the doubt. It, uh, does concern me that you can read my mind, but that's no fault of yours; it's inborn. God gave you your gifts, and I will not hate you for them."
It was uncomfortable for him to speak. Timothy hated the current situation, and defusing it somehow made him feel more vulnerable.
"Anyway," he said quickly. "If you were reading my thoughts the whole time, then forgive me for any, erm, inappropriate thoughts, and yes: I still wouldn't mind if I could be your friend. And I'd still like to help in your history project thing." | ##Timothy “Tim” Aquinas##
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**Description:**
!( "Timothy")
An unassuming youth with pale skin, brown hair and emerald eyes, Timothy is lean and rather thin. Thin-framed eyeglasses sit upon the bridge of his nose, windows to eyes that brighten up in a charming, childlike way when he smiles. He stands at a good 6’0” tall, and prefers simple clothing: many of his shirts are black or grey and without print, and the ones that do have only minimalistic designs. His pants and other apparel are equally unassuming. But never is he seen without his only apparent accessory: a small pendant in the shape of an elaborate Celtic crucifix of silver, hanging from his neck by a chain.
Described by Cadwal as having a "cherub's melody," Timothy has a deceptively effeminate voice.
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**Age:** 16
**Gender:** Male
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**Personality:**
*“Not to us, O Lord, not to us, but to Your Name give glory.”*
The foremost thing one might notice about Timothy is his zeal. A devout Catholic, he is well-read in the Bible and zealous. And unlike some others, Timothy has taken the teachings of the Scripture to heart, making him a genuinely friendly and caring person. Love his neighbor, love his enemy? Timothy most certainly does. Honest and loyal, his care for the well-being of others extends to the spiritual: he is convinced that those of heathen faiths – especially the People of the Book But Do Not Believe – and true unbelievers must be enlightened sooner or later. Then there are the Ones Who Come in His Name but Twist His Words, like Westboro, which he finds especially despicable.
Timothy is especially fond of literature, especially medieval history. He knows full well how Duke Enrique of Savoy invaded Monferatto from the Duke of Mantua as he had run out of patience with waiting for Emperor Rudolf of the Holy Roman Empire to answer his petition to have the mentioned territory transferred to the custody of his daughter, Margherita, as she was kicked out of the Mantuan Duke’s court for not having sired a child for her husband, the Duke’s late brother, before he died. Always hungry for more knowledge, his learning of this subject which he most adores is supplemented by the Holy Ghosts whom he summons and who are more than willing to answer his many, many questions. They may also be the reason why his favorite video game is Medieval II: Total War.
Quite softspoken, the mildness of his words is such that people are often left cynically wondering whether or not Timothy is mocking them. The sincerity with which he prays before eating his meals is viewed by some as merely an exaggeration: a mockery of those who practice Christianity. However, Timothy does not practice deceit. What he does is honest.
He believes his unique ability to summon fallen Crusaders is given to him by God.
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**Talent:**
*Esoteric Knowledge:* Timothy is well-read in obscure history books, and can regurgitate most of what he has learned, knowledge extracted from the literary works of people Like E.B Sledge, Sir Arthur Lloyd, and Peter H. Wilson. But, ever humble, Timothy only shares what he knows when the situation calls for it.
*Communicatio Larvali:* Timothy can communicate with summoned Holy Ghosts telepathically, surmounting any distance and time and in pure thought, eliminating the language barrier. Cadwal is a special case, and is an exception to the rule.
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**Ability:**
_Legiones Ecclesiae:_ At his command, Timothy can call forth Holy Ghosts of the most proactive members of the Church-Militant, namely, Crusaders. Having had this unique gift since early childhood, he has improved the ability in that he can keep indefinitely one Holy Ghost and dispel them at his whim. With a whispered plea and holding a holy symbol of Christianity (like a cross, or his pendant), Timothy beckons the departed souls of those who killed and died in the name of Christ from the ether and into the worldly earth. Fading into existence, they are then at the summoner's beck and call. However, the summoned are picked at random: Timothy does not yet have the ability to call specific people.
_Holy Ghosts_ are the summoned spirits of Christian martyrs. These can be an unknown Crusader or even someone famous like Joan of Arc. Partly transparent, hued an otherworldly blue, and possessed of bright, glowing eyes, these entities are twice as strong and fast as a man and immune to pain – but not harm. While they are ghosts in a sense, they are still shackled to following the laws of physics. However, they do not need their spectral organs to live as they are already dead. Therefore, a bullet is most effective at tearing a Holy Ghost's tendons than holing their heart.
Maintaining a Holy Ghost is done automatically by the soul but at the expense of the body. Timothy is completely alright with one summoned, but is easily winded when he has summoned two. At three and four, he is forced to sit down, with him being pale at the latter. Having five summoned simultaneously will knock him to deathly unconsciousness and will take heavy tolls on his health. While Timothy can keep one Holy Ghost indefinitely, having two or more will strain Timothy's soul so much that after fifteen minutes, they will be forcibly dispelled.
Holy Ghosts are summoned with what they had on their person the moment of their death. While her visit could potentially be a very enlightening experience, Joan of Arc would not fight at her fullest since she wore a dress during her death at the pyre. Crusaders who died in battle are more valuable in that they are usually in full gear when summoned. However, all are prized and valuable relics of the past, and some of them possess ancient knowledge no longer available in the present.
It would appear that Holy Ghosts have lost much of their personality during their centuries in limbo. What they haven't lost, however, is hatred of the heathen, the unbeliever, and the heretic.
Holy Ghosts, being soul-bound to their summoner, are able to communicate with Tim telepathically in pure thoughts, defeating language barriers.
Holy Ghosts can be seen, heard and touched by other people. However, they don't feel much due to their slightly incorporeal properties. They mimic the natural body temperature of a human being, but have got no odor of their own.
_Cadwal of Godwyn_ is a deceased English Crusader knight who perished in the First Crusade, struck down by an arrow to his thigh, knocking him off his horse, that subsequently became gangrenous and from which he did not recover. Acting as a sort of guardian angel, even he himself is not sure what is exactly at work as he shares his mind and soul with Timothy, acting as the boy's second conscience and trying to steer him towards the right path.
Cadwal "sleeps," becoming completely inactive for four hours each day. This is to relieve some of the stress of Timothy's soul from having to maintain another thought-form. Cadwal does his best to time this with Timothy's regular sleeping hours.
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**Bio:**
Born to two middle-class parents as the middle child of a litter of two boys and one girl, there isn't much to say about Timothy, considering his overall and overwhelming averageness which is offset only by his unique and (as he believes) God-given ability. While he was baptized, going to Church was never something routine for his family. Therefore, he sees his powers as a gift from God when they emerged when he was six years old.
Like many children, he thought up an imaginary friend. It was a knight, and his young mind could only describe it as "blue" and "like glass." When he was alone, he would play with the knight, and started a little game with his older brother and younger sister when he introduced the knight to them, and they made their own imaginary friends. Little did Timothy know, however, that his siblings' imagined creations were far different to what he had, for as time went on, the knight's responses became purely his own, and Timothy slowly lost the need to parrot them. Like another person living in his head, the knight would comment on day-to-day life, and when the young Timothy eyed upon a Bible, the knight energetically pleaded the boy to read it.
As little Tim read, his young mind was full of questions even from the starting book of Genesis. He would ask the knight in his head, who formally introduced himself as Cadwal of Godwyn, to explain it all for him, and he spent so many sleepless nights doing this sort of cooperative storytelling that his mother became worried at his lack of sleep and consulted a physician. On his third grade of elementary school, his family had to move elsewhere, and he was saddened by the sudden loss of friends; but Cadwal was always there and would never leave his mind. Upon his insistence, his father took him to Church one day, and was deeply happy at finally worshiping at a proper place.
As he became older and thus more aware of the sheer unnaturality of his unique ability, Tim wondered if he could do more with it. Praying to God, and after consulting Cadwal, he tried to call out an angel to advise him on what to do when his parents were divorcing. However, the only being that faded into existence was not a magnificent scion of Heaven, but a short-lasting, flickering blue ghost of a woman in armor. Timothy could not but gasp "Who are you?" at the figure, who replied with a sagely "Who I am is not important. But your faith in God is," before fading back into nothingness.
Encouraged by Cadwal, Timothy was henceforth convinced of his being blessed. Ever since then, he has been practicing and perfecting this unique ability of his by prayer and meditation.
Speaking with wizened words, Timothy prevented his parents' divorce by driving them to tears as he preached about the sanctity and inviolability of the oaths a couple takes in their marriage ceremony, with the help of his two beloved siblings.
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**Other:**
Drowning in early adolescent male hormones, Timothy wanted to masturbate once (just to try it) but was halted by Cadwal (whom he thought was sleeping), who lectured him fiercely of the value of the "seed" and how it must not be wasted. |
52,930 | 1,435 | 69 | 554 | 1,584 | Thisa returned the programmer's smile, with the same amount of warmth it was to be a great partnership for sure. She was starting to like this guy, he may have came off odd at first but as she interacted with him more it was starting to became clear that he's just like anyone else. "Oh by the way, you can just call me Thisa, Ms sounds too proper when its just us students, I'm not one for formalities like that besides it make me feel old." Thisa chuckled, "That said I look forward to working with you, you come off as a good and intelligent person, I can respect that."
Thisa looked over at Harold's laptop curious on what he was doing, he was typing something earlier before the playboy got slapped. "What are you up to anyway? Kind of what to see what it is." She moved closer to the screen... and unintentionally closer the Harold. | Name: Saoji Makami
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Personality: Humble and wise. Knows how to choose his battles. Usually analyzes the behavior in those around him; and predicts the person they truly are.
Talent: Saoji found that he is able to persuade many unskilled individuals to his cause by telling them harsh truths about reality. "Unlocking the mind" as what others may call it. He is able to debate with someone until they finally give in and agrees with him. He believes that the world around them has been corrupted, therefore, he uses this as a means of making the world a better place. However, ever since attending the school, this task has been difficult for him. Everyone seems to have their own agenda, therefore, convincing them to change for the better has been a tough one. Also, if one individual's mind is strong enough, he is not able to convince them of anything.
Ability: Dream sequences - The ability to give an individual a dream like state if the individual is caught daydreaming or is asleep. Within these sequences, he can manipulate the dream into whatever he desires. Usually he would make someone dream of a world without evil and corruption. Sometimes, he may even joke around and manipulate one's own desires and use that against them in the real world. While giving the dream state, his pupils turn hazel and he becomes focused on the individuals.
Bio: Saoji Mikami, one of many students who has a superior sense of reasoning. Saoji grew up with a healthy set of parents, however, he considered himself the black sheep between his older brother and older sister. He clung to the shadows, paranoid of the violent world around him. He found that he was very passive, but when confronted, he becomes aggressive. He seems to know a bit of martial arts as well. Before attending the school, his father allowed him to have his most precious hand crafted sword made of a special material. When sticking to the shadows, Saoji keeps this sword on hand. He grew up believing that many around him were below him mentally, as if they've shown no proof of being smart to live safely. His father, unknowingly to him, had enemies. His father owned a growing company that many others wanted for themselves. Fortunately, his father was able to evade the assassination attempts but failed to keep Saoji safe since he was attending the school. Saoji is now aware that there was no way he could contact his family any longer, they were far away with no record of their whereabouts...Saoji is alone. His father's enemies started coming after him, therefore, he protects himself with the training his father gave him, his sword, and using the shadows to his advantage. He's not sure if the other students are aware of his secluded being, but if they are not...a potential dangers could threaten the entire school. |
52,931 | 1,435 | 70 | 156 | 2,749 | “I will. Judge you, I mean.” Poppy said quickly after both a random strange girl and Timothy fell for such an act.
She didn’t have much, but she had a mind. And until she was being manipulated, she wouldn’t trust this woman. Poppy crossed the arms over her chest and wiggled her body in an attempt to awaken her sleeping limbs. Nevertheless, needle pricks sprinkled across her legs.
“There’s no reason for me to lie to you, you can read my mind already.” She explained. “I don’t know much about these powers, but they have some sort of connection to our personality and our skill set, that much is obvious. If your ability is to hypnotize people, shouldn’t your personality be manipulative?”
Despite the reason, a part of her was still doubtful. A part of her panged at the pitiful sight of the goddess nearly weeping. Still, she remained strong in her resolve. It was already said, what could she do about it now. | !( "Poppy O'Conner")
**Name:** Poppy O’Conner
**Age:** 16
**Gender:** Female
**Personality:** Poppy is an awkward girl who often says the wrong things when around people she doesn’t know well. When with friends, though, Poppy is loud, talkative, and, unfortunately, punny. She doesn’t understand the point of keeping things secret, so she has no qualms with saying exactly what is going on in her life or what of the likes if someone asks her. Poppy has the unfortunate habit of bottling up her emotions and, even when telling her “sob” story, keeps a straight face or shrugs it off when people ask her how she is feeling. The blonde has a hard time connecting with people on a personal level and when she attempts to express her sadness, she is often deterred by sympathetically distant responses. She is not particularly motivated to do anything and tries to find the easiest ways to do things. Her worst habit is procrastination and most of her work does not get done until the night before it’s due.
**Talent:**_ Learner_: Poppy learns new things with relative ease and has a near perfect memory where she can store all the new information. She dabbles in most genres of information and knows many random facts.
**Ability**: _Know-It-All_: By pressing her hand anywhere on a book, or anything that holds information, she can absorb the information and remember it completely. This gives her a higher level of intelligence than most. Due to absorbing psychology books and pamphlets, Poppy can easily read people by their body language. If an animal is sick? She can check for any symptoms of the million of diseases and illnesses in her knowledge. However, after absorbing too much information, Poppy gets queasy and dizzy; if she goes past that, though she never has so far, she would probably die.
**Bio:**
Poppy is an American and was born on an Air Force base in Florida. Her father is in the military and she has had to move around a lot for his work. Her parents were always busy with work – not that Poppy minded, because when they weren’t, the family was always hanging out – and so Poppy took up the habit of reading constantly. Because of her father’s work, Poppy’s dad would get deployed many times and Poppy would be stuck with her mother.
It wasn’t that Poppy didn’t like her mother, in fact, Poppy adored her mother...that is before her alcoholism came back after ten years of sobriety (she quit before Poppy was born). Her mother spiraled into a pit of depression and, in turn, Poppy too had begun to feel depressed. Later on, she was diagnosed with depression and anxiety and was prescribed medicine to take. Poppy, often than not, does not take her medicine because “it makes her feel funny.”
One day, when Poppy was fourteen and her father was home from deployment, the blonde girl came home to her mother crying in her bedroom, drunk as per usual, and attempting to call a rehab facility. Not knowing what to do, Poppy attempted to call her dad to help her, but he wasn’t picking up. After the police came (one of the rehab centers had called the cops on her mom to make sure she wasn’t harming herself) and Poppy finally managed to get a hold of her dad, everything just froze for Poppy. Her mother went to rehab until the week before Poppy’s fifteenth birthday, but that wasn’t what the problem was for Poppy. She discovered that, in her time of need, she was having a hard time connecting with her friends. They would tell her that “it would be alright” and that “at least your mom is getting better” but that didn’t satisfy Poppy – they felt distant.
After her mom was released, Poppy’s dad got a new job in Wales and the O’Conner family jumped at the chance to go for it was “a new start.”
Other: Poppy is terrified of not being able to control herself (therefore, she stays away from drugs, alcohol and such and such) |
52,932 | 1,435 | 71 | 993 | 1,646 | By looking at Ione's expression when he turned and looked at Henrietta, he could tell that she didn't favor her as much. Were they enemies? If Ione disliked Henrietta in that respect, perhaps it is best to avoid her as Ione did and simply follow her out of the library. Unfortunately, he found that rather difficult. There was something swirling within his mind that made him think of Henrietta more. His eyes could not alter their direction in which the blonde existed. Someone would maybe say that Saoji was obsessed with her by the way he was looking. He almost took a step forward in her direction, but within another part of his mind, he resisted. He couldn't deny that deep down, he wanted to walk up to her and ask her a million questions.
Finally, he shook his head, erasing the thoughts of that temptation. There was something oddly strange about her. What was even more strange is how attracted he was to her. Was it her looks? her personality? there was just...something. Looking around, he saw other students who seemed to be drawn to her just as he was; staring at her from a distance like drooling puppies. There was something wrong here. Saoji then realized how no one hardly payed attention to Ione. He thought, why would anyone want to be with her, when there are a million guys out there who drooled over her. Whoever was her lover would have to fight an infinite number of both guys and girls. That would be completely unhealthy for one's own being.
Instead of being caught in a web full of desire and lust, he decided to focus on Ione again. Strictly narrowing his eyes at her as she left, following her from behind. Once he caught up to her he smiled and nodded his head, glancing down at the movie that she checked out. He had to admit, he has never seen that movie before...then something hit him...HE WAS GOING TO HER ROOM! Where her personal belongings were...where she slept...where she does...other things! He gulped loud enough for her to hear as a single drop of sweat fell down the right side of his forehead. But hey...what was he nervous about? She's just a friend after all, right...? He tried to convince himself of that but the fact of the matter is...he was going into a GIRL'S private chamber of secrets.
He wanted to say something to try and alleviate his own mood but nothing came to mind. He was too shy...and his face showed it all. His cheeks turned bloodshot red almost...but he had to say something to break the awkward silence...he just had to...So with an awkward comment he said...
**"Wow! It's such a wonderful afternoon!"** he said, nervously smiling again.
Deep down he shrugged, knowing that didn't really turn out too well. Ione probably thought he was an idiot...and just maybe...he was. He sighed and asked himself what he was doing...was he making a promising future with a great friend? or setting himself up for complete and utter destruction? He didn't mean for things to get this far...he just...wanted someone to be around since he hasn't really met anyone here since he arrived. Ione was the only one who actually gave him the time of day, which made him stick by her side even more. At the same time...he couldn't shake the fact that she was also sort of like him to a certain extent. He attempted to make himself seem more confident by focusing his thoughts on something different.
_There has to be something deeper rooted within this place...Something just doesn't feel right_ he thought.
_Or maybe it is just me...? Compared to my brother and sister, I haven't really left the house like they did. They were able to experience the world...not me...Maybe I'm the one who is overreacting... Calm down Saoji...everything will be fine..._ | **Name:** Ione (Juliet) Barnett & Paige
**Picture/Description:**
This one is Ione!
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This is Paige! (She's a ghost. :P)
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**Age:** 17
**Gender:** Female
**Personality:** One way (Maybe the only way) to describe Ione is as odd. She is aloof, absent and some times, she seems to be looking more through you than at you. All of this combined with the fact that she talks a bit too much about ghosts and spirits make her seem crazy more often than not. You see, Ione has two personas inside her, but of course, this isn't a Multiple Personality Disorder, it is just her playing around, and also, a way to hide her bashfulness when talking to others, after all, who would be able to talk about ghosts, spirits, demons and such without feeling if even a little bit embarrassed? Her first persona is Juliet, a cold, sharp tongued girl who tries to scare others with her stories about ghosts (Yep, she named it). The second one is her real self that often peeks out when she is acting as her Juliet persona and someone shows some kind of interest in what she is talking about, the real Ione that is more of a ditzy, naive and a bit playful girl.
While it may seem that her ghost ramblings are nothing but nonsense, Ione does indeed have a talent for contacting the occult. Such talent allows her to speak with ghosts and even see them, and, given her lack of friends because of her odd personality, she spends a lot of time talking with her ghost friends. Given that she is one of the few people who can actually do that, she is often seen talking alone or with some imaginary friend, as they guess, though the reality is actually more spooky than that. Ione also has an unwavering love for Horror movies, though she often comments on the many discrepancies between the movies and actual ghosts.
Regarding her constant companion, the ghost Paige, she is a bit of a pervert that is deeply attached to Ione, and would do whatever Ione wants as long as it is reasonable. Regardless of her appearance and due to the fact that she's been dead for a long time, Paige is more mature than she lets others know, and also someone with very strict morals. She likes playing pranks, but she would never abide to do something that would put others in danger and will also pressure Ione to do the right thing sometimes. The two of the get along really well and are almost like sisters, so Paige is very prone to feel jealous when someone else interacts with Ione.
**Talent:** Mediumship, Ione is able to communicate with and see ghosts, to a really frightening extent, as she claims that, sometimes, she can even touch the ghosts without the use of her ability, though it is a limited and scarce number of ghosts she can actually touch. The reason as to why she can touch those ghosts is still unknown, but she thinks it is because of some kind of grudge they hold.
**Ability:** Poltergeist, Ione has the ability to secrete ectoplasm from her body, a substance invisible to those without her talents of mediumship. Through the secretion of ectoplasm, she can give a ghost the ability to touch things in the mortal realm, from objects to humans, giving the illusion that she has telekinesis instead. With enough extoplasm, a ghost can become visible to the naked eye of any passerby. Though her ability is useful, it does not give her the ability to control ghosts, so there are few ghosts who actually listen to her, though, luckily, she has one she is very good friends with. A ghost covered in her ectoplasm can also posses someone, however, the subject must be unconscious for it to succeed. It seems she can also use the ectoplasm for battle, but given that she barely knows how to fight, she doesn't know how.
**Bio:** Always the odd one out, Ione at first cursed her talent for seeing ghosts, since it caused nothing but troubles. In the past, she was always bullied, because of how she tried to include her invisible friends into conversations with others. Unable to see what Ione was talking about, the other kids merely tried to tell her that there was nothing there, and that she was crazy. At some point, and tired of being called crazy for believing in her ghostly friends, she distanced herself from them. She pretended as if they didn't exist, as if she couldn't hear them. She saw how they detached their own heads and things of the like in comic ways in an effort to make her laugh, but she choked down her laughs and put up a poker face.
She lived a normal life for a while but, to be honest, she found it boring. After being able to talk with ghosts that had been decapitated or had died young, well, she just found everything else boring. She had seen gory scenes before, but she didn't seem to really mind, in fact, that helped her develop one of her greatest interests in life, her love for horror movies. After a while, she finally realized that her fun days were because of her ethereal friends and decided to go back to them, instead of trying to be someone she wasn't with the other kids.
She apologized time and time again and the ghosts that were her friends eventually forgave her, with the sole condition that she wouldn't turn their back on them ever again. After agreeing to it, she was then introduced to the newest additions of the gang. Juliet and Paige, a pair of sisters that strayed all the way to where they were. Ione grew close to both sisters in a short time, but one day, Juliet, the bigger of the sisters, disappeared. Juliet always talked about how it would be great to finally pass on and let go of all her regrets and things left undone, though there was still something holding her down. Ione soon connected the dots and figured that she couldn't pass on because of her little sister Paige, but after Paige grew close to Ione, maybe Juliet knew that her little sister would be able to pass away eventually too, and left this world. Ione was now resolved, knowing that Juliet must now be able to be born again, and she decided to help all the other ghosts pass away and thus, her Juliet persona was born. She helped every and each one of her friends pass away, except for one. Paige was the only one that remained there and, though Ione didn't knew why, she decided she would think about it as it went, given that Paige never left her side.
**Other:** She likes to wear gothic lolita fashion. She is quite good at sewing and handicraft of the like, though she is terrible at cooking. |
52,933 | 1,435 | 72 | 2,465 | 3,276 | T-thanks, uh, okay this is new, no one's ever volunteered to be my friend before. You're a good guy, Timothy, so thanks for that, said Henrietta, practically beaming at Timothy, then turned, a look of surprise on her face as Mars entered the room. She shook Mar's hand readily, grinning ear to ear. "Hello? I'm Henrietta Fawkes, it's nice to meet you!"
The spark in her eyes was back and her voice was a bit lighter. She was trembling and had the biggest grin on her face - it was absolutely blinding in it's splendor. Then she turned to Poppy. She closed her eyes in thought.
"I won't deny it: I am manipulative - but it's not in the way you're thinking. Personality plays only a little part in the ability you gain, the main source of your ability is your talent. My talent was socializing; I've always been a socialite. I like talking to people, discussing different topics and . . . okay I admit it, I do indulge in a bit of gossip!" she admitted a bit sheepishly. "What I'm trying to say is . . . well, if you don't trust me, that's fine. I'm used to it. It's a normal reaction anyway. I'm still hoping to be friends though."
Henrietta stretched out her hand for a shake. | Name: Saoji Makami
Age:
15
Gender: Male
Personality:
Humble and wise. Knows how to choose his battles. Usually analyzes the behavior in those around him; and predicts the person they truly are.
Talent:
Saoji found that he is able to persuade many unskilled individuals to his cause by telling them harsh truths about reality. "Unlocking the mind" as what others may call it. He is able to debate with someone until they finally give in and agrees with him. He believes that the world around them has been corrupted, therefore, he uses this as a means of making the world a better place. However, ever since attending the school, this task has been difficult for him. Everyone seems to have their own agenda, therefore, convincing them to change for the better has been a tough one. Also, if one individual's mind is strong enough, he is not able to convince them of anything.
Ability:
Dream sequences - The ability to give an individual a dream like state if the individual is caught daydreaming or is asleep. Within these sequences, he can manipulate the dream into whatever he desires. Usually he would make someone dream of a world without evil and corruption. Sometimes, he may even joke around and manipulate one's own desires and use that against them in the real world. While giving the dream state, his pupils turn hazel and he becomes focused on the individuals.
Bio:
Saoji Mikami, one of many students who has a superior sense of reasoning. Saoji grew up with a healthy set of parents, however, he considered himself the black sheep between his older brother and older sister. He clung to the shadows, paranoid of the violent world around him. He found that he was very passive, but when confronted, he becomes aggressive. He seems to know a bit of martial arts as well. Before attending the school, his father allowed him to have his most precious hand crafted sword made of a special material. When sticking to the shadows, Saoji keeps this sword on hand. He grew up believing that many around him were below him mentally, as if they've shown no proof of being smart to live safely. His father, unknowingly to him, had enemies. His father owned a growing company that many others wanted for themselves. Fortunately, his father was able to evade the assassination attempts but failed to keep Saoji safe since he was attending the school. Saoji is now aware that there was no way he could contact his family any longer, they were far away with no record of their whereabouts...Saoji is alone. His father's enemies started coming after him, therefore, he protects himself with the training his father gave him, his sword, and using the shadows to his advantage. He's not sure if the other students are aware of his secluded being, but if they are not...a potential dangers could threaten the entire school. |
52,934 | 1,435 | 73 | 156 | 2,749 | Poppy mulled the idea in her head and swirled her tongue in her mouth, as if she were testing and tasting the idea. It couldn’t hurt? She would just have to remember to be wary, right? Surely, the manipulation wouldn’t be…as hard to spot? Still, if she ever doubted herself, she would just need to go to that Louise girl, right? Yeah, that would do.
“Okay.” Poppy finally said, sticking out her hand and shaking it roughly. It was such a surprise in how much they differed, but it all seemed to be summed up in their hands. Henrietta’s was soft and small, dainty, while Poppy’s, while not large, was calloused and rough with a mean handshake.
Still, Poppy had to hand it to her. Even after all the rejection, she still smiled like that. It was kind of endearing, she guessed. A good trait to have, one that Poppy certainly didn’t obtain. Poppy couldn’t help smiling lopsidedly and ran a hand through her short blonde hair. | !( "Poppy O'Conner")
**Name:** Poppy O’Conner
**Age:** 16
**Gender:** Female
**Personality:** Poppy is an awkward girl who often says the wrong things when around people she doesn’t know well. When with friends, though, Poppy is loud, talkative, and, unfortunately, punny. She doesn’t understand the point of keeping things secret, so she has no qualms with saying exactly what is going on in her life or what of the likes if someone asks her. Poppy has the unfortunate habit of bottling up her emotions and, even when telling her “sob” story, keeps a straight face or shrugs it off when people ask her how she is feeling. The blonde has a hard time connecting with people on a personal level and when she attempts to express her sadness, she is often deterred by sympathetically distant responses. She is not particularly motivated to do anything and tries to find the easiest ways to do things. Her worst habit is procrastination and most of her work does not get done until the night before it’s due.
**Talent:**_ Learner_: Poppy learns new things with relative ease and has a near perfect memory where she can store all the new information. She dabbles in most genres of information and knows many random facts.
**Ability**: _Know-It-All_: By pressing her hand anywhere on a book, or anything that holds information, she can absorb the information and remember it completely. This gives her a higher level of intelligence than most. Due to absorbing psychology books and pamphlets, Poppy can easily read people by their body language. If an animal is sick? She can check for any symptoms of the million of diseases and illnesses in her knowledge. However, after absorbing too much information, Poppy gets queasy and dizzy; if she goes past that, though she never has so far, she would probably die.
**Bio:**
Poppy is an American and was born on an Air Force base in Florida. Her father is in the military and she has had to move around a lot for his work. Her parents were always busy with work – not that Poppy minded, because when they weren’t, the family was always hanging out – and so Poppy took up the habit of reading constantly. Because of her father’s work, Poppy’s dad would get deployed many times and Poppy would be stuck with her mother.
It wasn’t that Poppy didn’t like her mother, in fact, Poppy adored her mother...that is before her alcoholism came back after ten years of sobriety (she quit before Poppy was born). Her mother spiraled into a pit of depression and, in turn, Poppy too had begun to feel depressed. Later on, she was diagnosed with depression and anxiety and was prescribed medicine to take. Poppy, often than not, does not take her medicine because “it makes her feel funny.”
One day, when Poppy was fourteen and her father was home from deployment, the blonde girl came home to her mother crying in her bedroom, drunk as per usual, and attempting to call a rehab facility. Not knowing what to do, Poppy attempted to call her dad to help her, but he wasn’t picking up. After the police came (one of the rehab centers had called the cops on her mom to make sure she wasn’t harming herself) and Poppy finally managed to get a hold of her dad, everything just froze for Poppy. Her mother went to rehab until the week before Poppy’s fifteenth birthday, but that wasn’t what the problem was for Poppy. She discovered that, in her time of need, she was having a hard time connecting with her friends. They would tell her that “it would be alright” and that “at least your mom is getting better” but that didn’t satisfy Poppy – they felt distant.
After her mom was released, Poppy’s dad got a new job in Wales and the O’Conner family jumped at the chance to go for it was “a new start.”
Other: Poppy is terrified of not being able to control herself (therefore, she stays away from drugs, alcohol and such and such) |
52,935 | 1,435 | 74 | 554 | 1,584 | > Thisa returned the programmer's smile, with the same amount of warmth it was to be a great partnership for sure. She was starting to like this guy, he may have came off odd at first but as she interacted with him more it was starting to became clear that he's just like anyone else. "Oh by the way, you can just call me Thisa, Ms sounds too proper when its just us students, I'm not one for formalities like that besides it make me feel old." Thisa chuckled, "That said I look forward to working with you, you come off as a good and intelligent person, I can respect that."
>
> Thisa looked over at Harold's laptop curious on what he was doing, he was typing something earlier before the playboy got slapped. "What are you up to anyway? Kind of what to see what it is." She moved closer to the screen... and unintentionally closer the Harold.
Harold blushed a little before he scratched the back of his head. He noted how much closer Thisa was to him and blushed a little more when he realized that she seemed just as interested in his work as he was in hers. They really got along well it seemed. Harold hoped this meant someting good for the future, because so far, he found himself glad to be the one receiving smiles like that from her.
"Ah....alright....Thisa...." Harold seemed very out of sorts while saying this, obviously not used to being so informal with anyone. It was probably because of how much time he spent with scientists, professors, and other important, respectable people. He just fell into the habit with everyone he theorized. "As well, I anticipate a successful future for this relationship based upon how we have progressed thus far. You come across as an exceptionally intelligent, respectful, curious and informed woman yourself Thisa." Harold gave another slight grin when he said this. He obviously had started viewing her as his friend, and definitely found himself liking her.
Harold really wasn't sure how to handle the sudden intrusion to his personal space, and was left a little bit of a blushing, rapid-fire blinking mess while his mind tried to piece together what was happening and why. "I....umm.....Ah, Ahha! I am currently progressing on ideas for the internal power and coolant systems, as well as a portion of the programming necessary for the basic functions." He finally replied. | Name: Saoji Makami
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Personality: Humble and wise. Knows how to choose his battles. Usually analyzes the behavior in those around him; and predicts the person they truly are.
Talent: Saoji found that he is able to persuade many unskilled individuals to his cause by telling them harsh truths about reality. "Unlocking the mind" as what others may call it. He is able to debate with someone until they finally give in and agrees with him. He believes that the world around them has been corrupted, therefore, he uses this as a means of making the world a better place. However, ever since attending the school, this task has been difficult for him. Everyone seems to have their own agenda, therefore, convincing them to change for the better has been a tough one. Also, if one individual's mind is strong enough, he is not able to convince them of anything.
Ability: Dream sequences - The ability to give an individual a dream like state if the individual is caught daydreaming or is asleep. Within these sequences, he can manipulate the dream into whatever he desires. Usually he would make someone dream of a world without evil and corruption. Sometimes, he may even joke around and manipulate one's own desires and use that against them in the real world. While giving the dream state, his pupils turn hazel and he becomes focused on the individuals.
Bio: Saoji Mikami, one of many students who has a superior sense of reasoning. Saoji grew up with a healthy set of parents, however, he considered himself the black sheep between his older brother and older sister. He clung to the shadows, paranoid of the violent world around him. He found that he was very passive, but when confronted, he becomes aggressive. He seems to know a bit of martial arts as well. Before attending the school, his father allowed him to have his most precious hand crafted sword made of a special material. When sticking to the shadows, Saoji keeps this sword on hand. He grew up believing that many around him were below him mentally, as if they've shown no proof of being smart to live safely. His father, unknowingly to him, had enemies. His father owned a growing company that many others wanted for themselves. Fortunately, his father was able to evade the assassination attempts but failed to keep Saoji safe since he was attending the school. Saoji is now aware that there was no way he could contact his family any longer, they were far away with no record of their whereabouts...Saoji is alone. His father's enemies started coming after him, therefore, he protects himself with the training his father gave him, his sword, and using the shadows to his advantage. He's not sure if the other students are aware of his secluded being, but if they are not...a potential dangers could threaten the entire school. |
52,936 | 1,435 | 75 | 2,465 | 3,276 | All of a sudden, a leg popped up from underneath Thisa's scarf, followed slowly by another leg, which stretched all the way down to the floor. Then it was stuck. A voice called out from the scarf:
"Um, excuse me, can you lift your scarf for a bit, I'm kind stuck here!" cried a young voice. A hand popped out of the scarf and flailed around for anything to touch. It ended up landing on Thisa's face. "Or you could just stand up! You're wearing a skirt right? I can get out from there~!"
The people around them began staring. To the older students, they already knew who this was, so they just went back to business; for the new students, they kept staring in horrified fascination.
"Um, miss?" continued the one and only Michael Rezzo. Well, his face wasn't out yet, but there was really only one student at school that could do this. | Name: Saoji Makami
Age:
15
Gender: Male
Personality:
Humble and wise. Knows how to choose his battles. Usually analyzes the behavior in those around him; and predicts the person they truly are.
Talent:
Saoji found that he is able to persuade many unskilled individuals to his cause by telling them harsh truths about reality. "Unlocking the mind" as what others may call it. He is able to debate with someone until they finally give in and agrees with him. He believes that the world around them has been corrupted, therefore, he uses this as a means of making the world a better place. However, ever since attending the school, this task has been difficult for him. Everyone seems to have their own agenda, therefore, convincing them to change for the better has been a tough one. Also, if one individual's mind is strong enough, he is not able to convince them of anything.
Ability:
Dream sequences - The ability to give an individual a dream like state if the individual is caught daydreaming or is asleep. Within these sequences, he can manipulate the dream into whatever he desires. Usually he would make someone dream of a world without evil and corruption. Sometimes, he may even joke around and manipulate one's own desires and use that against them in the real world. While giving the dream state, his pupils turn hazel and he becomes focused on the individuals.
Bio:
Saoji Mikami, one of many students who has a superior sense of reasoning. Saoji grew up with a healthy set of parents, however, he considered himself the black sheep between his older brother and older sister. He clung to the shadows, paranoid of the violent world around him. He found that he was very passive, but when confronted, he becomes aggressive. He seems to know a bit of martial arts as well. Before attending the school, his father allowed him to have his most precious hand crafted sword made of a special material. When sticking to the shadows, Saoji keeps this sword on hand. He grew up believing that many around him were below him mentally, as if they've shown no proof of being smart to live safely. His father, unknowingly to him, had enemies. His father owned a growing company that many others wanted for themselves. Fortunately, his father was able to evade the assassination attempts but failed to keep Saoji safe since he was attending the school. Saoji is now aware that there was no way he could contact his family any longer, they were far away with no record of their whereabouts...Saoji is alone. His father's enemies started coming after him, therefore, he protects himself with the training his father gave him, his sword, and using the shadows to his advantage. He's not sure if the other students are aware of his secluded being, but if they are not...a potential dangers could threaten the entire school. |
52,937 | 1,435 | 76 | 2,176 | 944 | That smile, that smile - ( liked that smile of hers. Henrietta's glowing smile, those perfect teeth bared in a majestic expression of gratitude and cordiality. And while it was characteristic of Tim to stare unwaveringly into the eyes of someone he was conversing with, in the current context, he took note of it and became rather self-conscious. Whenever her eyes met his, he always felt a small pang, a little ringing of a bell, that emanated from deep within his chest. At this point, he had little intention of interacting with ( ( around him.
Henrietta was simply very beautiful. And Timothy admired pretty flowers in bloom.
"So, Henrietta," Timothy began. "You have got an amazing power and all, but how far does your mindreading extend? That is, will I get back my very, very," he clasped his hands together and dunked them in time with those two words, "precious mental privacy once I get back to bed tonight?"
Cadwal remained silent in Tim's mind in the meanwhile. | ##Timothy “Tim” Aquinas##
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**Description:**
!( "Timothy")
An unassuming youth with pale skin, brown hair and emerald eyes, Timothy is lean and rather thin. Thin-framed eyeglasses sit upon the bridge of his nose, windows to eyes that brighten up in a charming, childlike way when he smiles. He stands at a good 6’0” tall, and prefers simple clothing: many of his shirts are black or grey and without print, and the ones that do have only minimalistic designs. His pants and other apparel are equally unassuming. But never is he seen without his only apparent accessory: a small pendant in the shape of an elaborate Celtic crucifix of silver, hanging from his neck by a chain.
Described by Cadwal as having a "cherub's melody," Timothy has a deceptively effeminate voice.
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**Age:** 16
**Gender:** Male
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**Personality:**
*“Not to us, O Lord, not to us, but to Your Name give glory.”*
The foremost thing one might notice about Timothy is his zeal. A devout Catholic, he is well-read in the Bible and zealous. And unlike some others, Timothy has taken the teachings of the Scripture to heart, making him a genuinely friendly and caring person. Love his neighbor, love his enemy? Timothy most certainly does. Honest and loyal, his care for the well-being of others extends to the spiritual: he is convinced that those of heathen faiths – especially the People of the Book But Do Not Believe – and true unbelievers must be enlightened sooner or later. Then there are the Ones Who Come in His Name but Twist His Words, like Westboro, which he finds especially despicable.
Timothy is especially fond of literature, especially medieval history. He knows full well how Duke Enrique of Savoy invaded Monferatto from the Duke of Mantua as he had run out of patience with waiting for Emperor Rudolf of the Holy Roman Empire to answer his petition to have the mentioned territory transferred to the custody of his daughter, Margherita, as she was kicked out of the Mantuan Duke’s court for not having sired a child for her husband, the Duke’s late brother, before he died. Always hungry for more knowledge, his learning of this subject which he most adores is supplemented by the Holy Ghosts whom he summons and who are more than willing to answer his many, many questions. They may also be the reason why his favorite video game is Medieval II: Total War.
Quite softspoken, the mildness of his words is such that people are often left cynically wondering whether or not Timothy is mocking them. The sincerity with which he prays before eating his meals is viewed by some as merely an exaggeration: a mockery of those who practice Christianity. However, Timothy does not practice deceit. What he does is honest.
He believes his unique ability to summon fallen Crusaders is given to him by God.
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**Talent:**
*Esoteric Knowledge:* Timothy is well-read in obscure history books, and can regurgitate most of what he has learned, knowledge extracted from the literary works of people Like E.B Sledge, Sir Arthur Lloyd, and Peter H. Wilson. But, ever humble, Timothy only shares what he knows when the situation calls for it.
*Communicatio Larvali:* Timothy can communicate with summoned Holy Ghosts telepathically, surmounting any distance and time and in pure thought, eliminating the language barrier. Cadwal is a special case, and is an exception to the rule.
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**Ability:**
_Legiones Ecclesiae:_ At his command, Timothy can call forth Holy Ghosts of the most proactive members of the Church-Militant, namely, Crusaders. Having had this unique gift since early childhood, he has improved the ability in that he can keep indefinitely one Holy Ghost and dispel them at his whim. With a whispered plea and holding a holy symbol of Christianity (like a cross, or his pendant), Timothy beckons the departed souls of those who killed and died in the name of Christ from the ether and into the worldly earth. Fading into existence, they are then at the summoner's beck and call. However, the summoned are picked at random: Timothy does not yet have the ability to call specific people.
_Holy Ghosts_ are the summoned spirits of Christian martyrs. These can be an unknown Crusader or even someone famous like Joan of Arc. Partly transparent, hued an otherworldly blue, and possessed of bright, glowing eyes, these entities are twice as strong and fast as a man and immune to pain – but not harm. While they are ghosts in a sense, they are still shackled to following the laws of physics. However, they do not need their spectral organs to live as they are already dead. Therefore, a bullet is most effective at tearing a Holy Ghost's tendons than holing their heart.
Maintaining a Holy Ghost is done automatically by the soul but at the expense of the body. Timothy is completely alright with one summoned, but is easily winded when he has summoned two. At three and four, he is forced to sit down, with him being pale at the latter. Having five summoned simultaneously will knock him to deathly unconsciousness and will take heavy tolls on his health. While Timothy can keep one Holy Ghost indefinitely, having two or more will strain Timothy's soul so much that after fifteen minutes, they will be forcibly dispelled.
Holy Ghosts are summoned with what they had on their person the moment of their death. While her visit could potentially be a very enlightening experience, Joan of Arc would not fight at her fullest since she wore a dress during her death at the pyre. Crusaders who died in battle are more valuable in that they are usually in full gear when summoned. However, all are prized and valuable relics of the past, and some of them possess ancient knowledge no longer available in the present.
It would appear that Holy Ghosts have lost much of their personality during their centuries in limbo. What they haven't lost, however, is hatred of the heathen, the unbeliever, and the heretic.
Holy Ghosts, being soul-bound to their summoner, are able to communicate with Tim telepathically in pure thoughts, defeating language barriers.
Holy Ghosts can be seen, heard and touched by other people. However, they don't feel much due to their slightly incorporeal properties. They mimic the natural body temperature of a human being, but have got no odor of their own.
_Cadwal of Godwyn_ is a deceased English Crusader knight who perished in the First Crusade, struck down by an arrow to his thigh, knocking him off his horse, that subsequently became gangrenous and from which he did not recover. Acting as a sort of guardian angel, even he himself is not sure what is exactly at work as he shares his mind and soul with Timothy, acting as the boy's second conscience and trying to steer him towards the right path.
Cadwal "sleeps," becoming completely inactive for four hours each day. This is to relieve some of the stress of Timothy's soul from having to maintain another thought-form. Cadwal does his best to time this with Timothy's regular sleeping hours.
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**Bio:**
Born to two middle-class parents as the middle child of a litter of two boys and one girl, there isn't much to say about Timothy, considering his overall and overwhelming averageness which is offset only by his unique and (as he believes) God-given ability. While he was baptized, going to Church was never something routine for his family. Therefore, he sees his powers as a gift from God when they emerged when he was six years old.
Like many children, he thought up an imaginary friend. It was a knight, and his young mind could only describe it as "blue" and "like glass." When he was alone, he would play with the knight, and started a little game with his older brother and younger sister when he introduced the knight to them, and they made their own imaginary friends. Little did Timothy know, however, that his siblings' imagined creations were far different to what he had, for as time went on, the knight's responses became purely his own, and Timothy slowly lost the need to parrot them. Like another person living in his head, the knight would comment on day-to-day life, and when the young Timothy eyed upon a Bible, the knight energetically pleaded the boy to read it.
As little Tim read, his young mind was full of questions even from the starting book of Genesis. He would ask the knight in his head, who formally introduced himself as Cadwal of Godwyn, to explain it all for him, and he spent so many sleepless nights doing this sort of cooperative storytelling that his mother became worried at his lack of sleep and consulted a physician. On his third grade of elementary school, his family had to move elsewhere, and he was saddened by the sudden loss of friends; but Cadwal was always there and would never leave his mind. Upon his insistence, his father took him to Church one day, and was deeply happy at finally worshiping at a proper place.
As he became older and thus more aware of the sheer unnaturality of his unique ability, Tim wondered if he could do more with it. Praying to God, and after consulting Cadwal, he tried to call out an angel to advise him on what to do when his parents were divorcing. However, the only being that faded into existence was not a magnificent scion of Heaven, but a short-lasting, flickering blue ghost of a woman in armor. Timothy could not but gasp "Who are you?" at the figure, who replied with a sagely "Who I am is not important. But your faith in God is," before fading back into nothingness.
Encouraged by Cadwal, Timothy was henceforth convinced of his being blessed. Ever since then, he has been practicing and perfecting this unique ability of his by prayer and meditation.
Speaking with wizened words, Timothy prevented his parents' divorce by driving them to tears as he preached about the sanctity and inviolability of the oaths a couple takes in their marriage ceremony, with the help of his two beloved siblings.
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**Other:**
Drowning in early adolescent male hormones, Timothy wanted to masturbate once (just to try it) but was halted by Cadwal (whom he thought was sleeping), who lectured him fiercely of the value of the "seed" and how it must not be wasted. |
52,938 | 1,435 | 77 | 554 | 1,584 | **Oh my fucking hell, what in the name of Christ is going on here?!** Thisa practically screamed uncharacteristically, "**I-I-I... just what the hell is this, just damn well get out of my scarf alright?**" Thisa pretty much tore the scarf off of her neck, and threw it on the ground uncaring for whatever effect that would have. For someone who's always under control and calm, the sudden intrusion on that... personal of a level was enough to tip the scales. Without a second thought Thisa ran behind Harlod as he was the closest, and only symbol of security. | Name: Saoji Makami
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Personality: Humble and wise. Knows how to choose his battles. Usually analyzes the behavior in those around him; and predicts the person they truly are.
Talent: Saoji found that he is able to persuade many unskilled individuals to his cause by telling them harsh truths about reality. "Unlocking the mind" as what others may call it. He is able to debate with someone until they finally give in and agrees with him. He believes that the world around them has been corrupted, therefore, he uses this as a means of making the world a better place. However, ever since attending the school, this task has been difficult for him. Everyone seems to have their own agenda, therefore, convincing them to change for the better has been a tough one. Also, if one individual's mind is strong enough, he is not able to convince them of anything.
Ability: Dream sequences - The ability to give an individual a dream like state if the individual is caught daydreaming or is asleep. Within these sequences, he can manipulate the dream into whatever he desires. Usually he would make someone dream of a world without evil and corruption. Sometimes, he may even joke around and manipulate one's own desires and use that against them in the real world. While giving the dream state, his pupils turn hazel and he becomes focused on the individuals.
Bio: Saoji Mikami, one of many students who has a superior sense of reasoning. Saoji grew up with a healthy set of parents, however, he considered himself the black sheep between his older brother and older sister. He clung to the shadows, paranoid of the violent world around him. He found that he was very passive, but when confronted, he becomes aggressive. He seems to know a bit of martial arts as well. Before attending the school, his father allowed him to have his most precious hand crafted sword made of a special material. When sticking to the shadows, Saoji keeps this sword on hand. He grew up believing that many around him were below him mentally, as if they've shown no proof of being smart to live safely. His father, unknowingly to him, had enemies. His father owned a growing company that many others wanted for themselves. Fortunately, his father was able to evade the assassination attempts but failed to keep Saoji safe since he was attending the school. Saoji is now aware that there was no way he could contact his family any longer, they were far away with no record of their whereabouts...Saoji is alone. His father's enemies started coming after him, therefore, he protects himself with the training his father gave him, his sword, and using the shadows to his advantage. He's not sure if the other students are aware of his secluded being, but if they are not...a potential dangers could threaten the entire school. |
52,939 | 1,435 | 78 | 2,465 | 3,276 | Henrietta blushed and looked self-conscious as Timothy asked his question. She coughed and answered, not meeting Timothy's eyes. "About that, um, so far, my mind reading doesn't really have a limit to how far it can extend. I can turn it on and off and I can focus on a particular person if I want to, but for the most part, no one is really able to - um - escape."
Henrietta peered sheepishly at Poppy and Timothy. "If it helps, I don't really read anyone's minds at night. The teenage thoughts of hormone ridden boys and girls during aren't exactly the kind of the you want to be seeing."
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The limbs disappeared back into the scarf, vanishing like it was never there. Several older students snickered; they knew what was coming next.
"Haaah~ That's so much better," called the voice from earlier . . . from underneath Thisa's skirt. A hand lifted the hem slightly and a short, young man crawled out from underneath. "Thanks for standing Miss! The shadows from skirts are so much easier to exit from!"
The young man had spiky black hair, and an impish face that shone with a child's playfulness; his eyes were brilliant green. He wore a long brown trench coat, jeans and finger-less gloves. He was kneeling down and grinning at Harold and Thisa ear-to-ear.
Say hello to Michael Rezzo, "Night Stalker" | Name: Saoji Makami
Age:
15
Gender: Male
Personality:
Humble and wise. Knows how to choose his battles. Usually analyzes the behavior in those around him; and predicts the person they truly are.
Talent:
Saoji found that he is able to persuade many unskilled individuals to his cause by telling them harsh truths about reality. "Unlocking the mind" as what others may call it. He is able to debate with someone until they finally give in and agrees with him. He believes that the world around them has been corrupted, therefore, he uses this as a means of making the world a better place. However, ever since attending the school, this task has been difficult for him. Everyone seems to have their own agenda, therefore, convincing them to change for the better has been a tough one. Also, if one individual's mind is strong enough, he is not able to convince them of anything.
Ability:
Dream sequences - The ability to give an individual a dream like state if the individual is caught daydreaming or is asleep. Within these sequences, he can manipulate the dream into whatever he desires. Usually he would make someone dream of a world without evil and corruption. Sometimes, he may even joke around and manipulate one's own desires and use that against them in the real world. While giving the dream state, his pupils turn hazel and he becomes focused on the individuals.
Bio:
Saoji Mikami, one of many students who has a superior sense of reasoning. Saoji grew up with a healthy set of parents, however, he considered himself the black sheep between his older brother and older sister. He clung to the shadows, paranoid of the violent world around him. He found that he was very passive, but when confronted, he becomes aggressive. He seems to know a bit of martial arts as well. Before attending the school, his father allowed him to have his most precious hand crafted sword made of a special material. When sticking to the shadows, Saoji keeps this sword on hand. He grew up believing that many around him were below him mentally, as if they've shown no proof of being smart to live safely. His father, unknowingly to him, had enemies. His father owned a growing company that many others wanted for themselves. Fortunately, his father was able to evade the assassination attempts but failed to keep Saoji safe since he was attending the school. Saoji is now aware that there was no way he could contact his family any longer, they were far away with no record of their whereabouts...Saoji is alone. His father's enemies started coming after him, therefore, he protects himself with the training his father gave him, his sword, and using the shadows to his advantage. He's not sure if the other students are aware of his secluded being, but if they are not...a potential dangers could threaten the entire school. |
52,940 | 1,435 | 79 | 993 | 1,646 | Ione arrived to her room and almost immedietly took the talisman off of Paige. She needed someone to talk to right now. It would take some time for Paige to get her strength back, but that also worked on her favor. She could get her thoughts in order while she waited. _'Why did I say that? Saoji wouldn't have left if I had just kept my mouth shut. But well, he seemed really interested in Henrietta. Maybe this works both ways. I may have to avoid him too now, if he gets talking with that girl.'_ She slowly got into a sitting position and hugged her knees, while looking at Paige slowly regain mobility. She also took her hat off, it seemed suffocating.
**"Geez, what was that for? You don't have to get so angry about a simple slap! It's just... being... friendly? Ione..."** Ione was taking the bands off her hair, letting it free again. Her hair was really long, though her usual hairstyle didn't reveal that. **"Why are you crying?"** Paige's question drove it right home. She was startled at the mention of her crying. She quickly wiped away the tears with her hand, though she had just noticed them.
**"I... I... I don't know! But I'm okay. I swear it... I am."** She fought her tears back and they stopped. She was surprisingly good, after all, when it came to keep the tears in check. She thought he had the same control over her emotions, but it didn't seem like it now. **"I just felt lonely, that's all. I'm... really glad you are here, Paige."** She said, smiling at Paige. Paige smiled wistfully and was about to hug her friend, but then the knocking on the door interrupted their moment. Ione was about to shout at them telling them to get away, she just didn't feel like taking any kind of guests right now.
However, when she heard it was Saoji, she felt relief in her heart. She was happier, even if a little bit. **"Coming!"** She shouted, from inside the room. Paige was a bit disappointed that their emotional moment was interrupted, but she was happy to see Ione's spirits going up again. She quickly stood up and took off any dust that may have stuck on it with her hand. After clearing her throat, she was finally ready to open the door. She opened the door. **"Welcome."** She said, in her usual cold tone. **"It's good that you came."** She changed her tone yet again, this time sounding a lot more cheerful... Maybe the way a girl her age should speak. She was also smiling. It wasn't a big grin, but it was indeed bigger than the other smiles she had showed Saoji up until now. | **Name:** Ione (Juliet) Barnett & Paige
**Picture/Description:**
This one is Ione!
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This is Paige! (She's a ghost. :P)
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**Age:** 17
**Gender:** Female
**Personality:** One way (Maybe the only way) to describe Ione is as odd. She is aloof, absent and some times, she seems to be looking more through you than at you. All of this combined with the fact that she talks a bit too much about ghosts and spirits make her seem crazy more often than not. You see, Ione has two personas inside her, but of course, this isn't a Multiple Personality Disorder, it is just her playing around, and also, a way to hide her bashfulness when talking to others, after all, who would be able to talk about ghosts, spirits, demons and such without feeling if even a little bit embarrassed? Her first persona is Juliet, a cold, sharp tongued girl who tries to scare others with her stories about ghosts (Yep, she named it). The second one is her real self that often peeks out when she is acting as her Juliet persona and someone shows some kind of interest in what she is talking about, the real Ione that is more of a ditzy, naive and a bit playful girl.
While it may seem that her ghost ramblings are nothing but nonsense, Ione does indeed have a talent for contacting the occult. Such talent allows her to speak with ghosts and even see them, and, given her lack of friends because of her odd personality, she spends a lot of time talking with her ghost friends. Given that she is one of the few people who can actually do that, she is often seen talking alone or with some imaginary friend, as they guess, though the reality is actually more spooky than that. Ione also has an unwavering love for Horror movies, though she often comments on the many discrepancies between the movies and actual ghosts.
Regarding her constant companion, the ghost Paige, she is a bit of a pervert that is deeply attached to Ione, and would do whatever Ione wants as long as it is reasonable. Regardless of her appearance and due to the fact that she's been dead for a long time, Paige is more mature than she lets others know, and also someone with very strict morals. She likes playing pranks, but she would never abide to do something that would put others in danger and will also pressure Ione to do the right thing sometimes. The two of the get along really well and are almost like sisters, so Paige is very prone to feel jealous when someone else interacts with Ione.
**Talent:** Mediumship, Ione is able to communicate with and see ghosts, to a really frightening extent, as she claims that, sometimes, she can even touch the ghosts without the use of her ability, though it is a limited and scarce number of ghosts she can actually touch. The reason as to why she can touch those ghosts is still unknown, but she thinks it is because of some kind of grudge they hold.
**Ability:** Poltergeist, Ione has the ability to secrete ectoplasm from her body, a substance invisible to those without her talents of mediumship. Through the secretion of ectoplasm, she can give a ghost the ability to touch things in the mortal realm, from objects to humans, giving the illusion that she has telekinesis instead. With enough extoplasm, a ghost can become visible to the naked eye of any passerby. Though her ability is useful, it does not give her the ability to control ghosts, so there are few ghosts who actually listen to her, though, luckily, she has one she is very good friends with. A ghost covered in her ectoplasm can also posses someone, however, the subject must be unconscious for it to succeed. It seems she can also use the ectoplasm for battle, but given that she barely knows how to fight, she doesn't know how.
**Bio:** Always the odd one out, Ione at first cursed her talent for seeing ghosts, since it caused nothing but troubles. In the past, she was always bullied, because of how she tried to include her invisible friends into conversations with others. Unable to see what Ione was talking about, the other kids merely tried to tell her that there was nothing there, and that she was crazy. At some point, and tired of being called crazy for believing in her ghostly friends, she distanced herself from them. She pretended as if they didn't exist, as if she couldn't hear them. She saw how they detached their own heads and things of the like in comic ways in an effort to make her laugh, but she choked down her laughs and put up a poker face.
She lived a normal life for a while but, to be honest, she found it boring. After being able to talk with ghosts that had been decapitated or had died young, well, she just found everything else boring. She had seen gory scenes before, but she didn't seem to really mind, in fact, that helped her develop one of her greatest interests in life, her love for horror movies. After a while, she finally realized that her fun days were because of her ethereal friends and decided to go back to them, instead of trying to be someone she wasn't with the other kids.
She apologized time and time again and the ghosts that were her friends eventually forgave her, with the sole condition that she wouldn't turn their back on them ever again. After agreeing to it, she was then introduced to the newest additions of the gang. Juliet and Paige, a pair of sisters that strayed all the way to where they were. Ione grew close to both sisters in a short time, but one day, Juliet, the bigger of the sisters, disappeared. Juliet always talked about how it would be great to finally pass on and let go of all her regrets and things left undone, though there was still something holding her down. Ione soon connected the dots and figured that she couldn't pass on because of her little sister Paige, but after Paige grew close to Ione, maybe Juliet knew that her little sister would be able to pass away eventually too, and left this world. Ione was now resolved, knowing that Juliet must now be able to be born again, and she decided to help all the other ghosts pass away and thus, her Juliet persona was born. She helped every and each one of her friends pass away, except for one. Paige was the only one that remained there and, though Ione didn't knew why, she decided she would think about it as it went, given that Paige never left her side.
**Other:** She likes to wear gothic lolita fashion. She is quite good at sewing and handicraft of the like, though she is terrible at cooking. |
52,941 | 1,435 | 80 | 2,176 | 944 | Saoji gasped when Ione opened the door. Her hair, once again has won him over. Wow...he didn't expect her hair to be that long. It made his medium length, silver hair look like childs play compared to hers. She seemed very happy to see him as he stepped inside, looking around her room. He was very impressed with how she kept herself. Another thing they had in common, they were both neat freaks. Surprisingly, he wasn't as freaked out as he was before; now that he was in her room already instead of having to patiently wait for this moment to come.
He looked over at Ione and smiled.
**"This is really nice, Ione! We have something in common, you know? I hate seeing things messy. I usually try to keep my room as clean as yours. So...where can I sit?"** he asked, not wanting to be rude just standing around.
The book in which he carried, entitled..."The Truth About Revolution" was kept underneath his arm. He held onto it as if it was his golden treasure. | ##Timothy “Tim” Aquinas##
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**Description:**
!( "Timothy")
An unassuming youth with pale skin, brown hair and emerald eyes, Timothy is lean and rather thin. Thin-framed eyeglasses sit upon the bridge of his nose, windows to eyes that brighten up in a charming, childlike way when he smiles. He stands at a good 6’0” tall, and prefers simple clothing: many of his shirts are black or grey and without print, and the ones that do have only minimalistic designs. His pants and other apparel are equally unassuming. But never is he seen without his only apparent accessory: a small pendant in the shape of an elaborate Celtic crucifix of silver, hanging from his neck by a chain.
Described by Cadwal as having a "cherub's melody," Timothy has a deceptively effeminate voice.
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**Age:** 16
**Gender:** Male
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**Personality:**
*“Not to us, O Lord, not to us, but to Your Name give glory.”*
The foremost thing one might notice about Timothy is his zeal. A devout Catholic, he is well-read in the Bible and zealous. And unlike some others, Timothy has taken the teachings of the Scripture to heart, making him a genuinely friendly and caring person. Love his neighbor, love his enemy? Timothy most certainly does. Honest and loyal, his care for the well-being of others extends to the spiritual: he is convinced that those of heathen faiths – especially the People of the Book But Do Not Believe – and true unbelievers must be enlightened sooner or later. Then there are the Ones Who Come in His Name but Twist His Words, like Westboro, which he finds especially despicable.
Timothy is especially fond of literature, especially medieval history. He knows full well how Duke Enrique of Savoy invaded Monferatto from the Duke of Mantua as he had run out of patience with waiting for Emperor Rudolf of the Holy Roman Empire to answer his petition to have the mentioned territory transferred to the custody of his daughter, Margherita, as she was kicked out of the Mantuan Duke’s court for not having sired a child for her husband, the Duke’s late brother, before he died. Always hungry for more knowledge, his learning of this subject which he most adores is supplemented by the Holy Ghosts whom he summons and who are more than willing to answer his many, many questions. They may also be the reason why his favorite video game is Medieval II: Total War.
Quite softspoken, the mildness of his words is such that people are often left cynically wondering whether or not Timothy is mocking them. The sincerity with which he prays before eating his meals is viewed by some as merely an exaggeration: a mockery of those who practice Christianity. However, Timothy does not practice deceit. What he does is honest.
He believes his unique ability to summon fallen Crusaders is given to him by God.
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**Talent:**
*Esoteric Knowledge:* Timothy is well-read in obscure history books, and can regurgitate most of what he has learned, knowledge extracted from the literary works of people Like E.B Sledge, Sir Arthur Lloyd, and Peter H. Wilson. But, ever humble, Timothy only shares what he knows when the situation calls for it.
*Communicatio Larvali:* Timothy can communicate with summoned Holy Ghosts telepathically, surmounting any distance and time and in pure thought, eliminating the language barrier. Cadwal is a special case, and is an exception to the rule.
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**Ability:**
_Legiones Ecclesiae:_ At his command, Timothy can call forth Holy Ghosts of the most proactive members of the Church-Militant, namely, Crusaders. Having had this unique gift since early childhood, he has improved the ability in that he can keep indefinitely one Holy Ghost and dispel them at his whim. With a whispered plea and holding a holy symbol of Christianity (like a cross, or his pendant), Timothy beckons the departed souls of those who killed and died in the name of Christ from the ether and into the worldly earth. Fading into existence, they are then at the summoner's beck and call. However, the summoned are picked at random: Timothy does not yet have the ability to call specific people.
_Holy Ghosts_ are the summoned spirits of Christian martyrs. These can be an unknown Crusader or even someone famous like Joan of Arc. Partly transparent, hued an otherworldly blue, and possessed of bright, glowing eyes, these entities are twice as strong and fast as a man and immune to pain – but not harm. While they are ghosts in a sense, they are still shackled to following the laws of physics. However, they do not need their spectral organs to live as they are already dead. Therefore, a bullet is most effective at tearing a Holy Ghost's tendons than holing their heart.
Maintaining a Holy Ghost is done automatically by the soul but at the expense of the body. Timothy is completely alright with one summoned, but is easily winded when he has summoned two. At three and four, he is forced to sit down, with him being pale at the latter. Having five summoned simultaneously will knock him to deathly unconsciousness and will take heavy tolls on his health. While Timothy can keep one Holy Ghost indefinitely, having two or more will strain Timothy's soul so much that after fifteen minutes, they will be forcibly dispelled.
Holy Ghosts are summoned with what they had on their person the moment of their death. While her visit could potentially be a very enlightening experience, Joan of Arc would not fight at her fullest since she wore a dress during her death at the pyre. Crusaders who died in battle are more valuable in that they are usually in full gear when summoned. However, all are prized and valuable relics of the past, and some of them possess ancient knowledge no longer available in the present.
It would appear that Holy Ghosts have lost much of their personality during their centuries in limbo. What they haven't lost, however, is hatred of the heathen, the unbeliever, and the heretic.
Holy Ghosts, being soul-bound to their summoner, are able to communicate with Tim telepathically in pure thoughts, defeating language barriers.
Holy Ghosts can be seen, heard and touched by other people. However, they don't feel much due to their slightly incorporeal properties. They mimic the natural body temperature of a human being, but have got no odor of their own.
_Cadwal of Godwyn_ is a deceased English Crusader knight who perished in the First Crusade, struck down by an arrow to his thigh, knocking him off his horse, that subsequently became gangrenous and from which he did not recover. Acting as a sort of guardian angel, even he himself is not sure what is exactly at work as he shares his mind and soul with Timothy, acting as the boy's second conscience and trying to steer him towards the right path.
Cadwal "sleeps," becoming completely inactive for four hours each day. This is to relieve some of the stress of Timothy's soul from having to maintain another thought-form. Cadwal does his best to time this with Timothy's regular sleeping hours.
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**Bio:**
Born to two middle-class parents as the middle child of a litter of two boys and one girl, there isn't much to say about Timothy, considering his overall and overwhelming averageness which is offset only by his unique and (as he believes) God-given ability. While he was baptized, going to Church was never something routine for his family. Therefore, he sees his powers as a gift from God when they emerged when he was six years old.
Like many children, he thought up an imaginary friend. It was a knight, and his young mind could only describe it as "blue" and "like glass." When he was alone, he would play with the knight, and started a little game with his older brother and younger sister when he introduced the knight to them, and they made their own imaginary friends. Little did Timothy know, however, that his siblings' imagined creations were far different to what he had, for as time went on, the knight's responses became purely his own, and Timothy slowly lost the need to parrot them. Like another person living in his head, the knight would comment on day-to-day life, and when the young Timothy eyed upon a Bible, the knight energetically pleaded the boy to read it.
As little Tim read, his young mind was full of questions even from the starting book of Genesis. He would ask the knight in his head, who formally introduced himself as Cadwal of Godwyn, to explain it all for him, and he spent so many sleepless nights doing this sort of cooperative storytelling that his mother became worried at his lack of sleep and consulted a physician. On his third grade of elementary school, his family had to move elsewhere, and he was saddened by the sudden loss of friends; but Cadwal was always there and would never leave his mind. Upon his insistence, his father took him to Church one day, and was deeply happy at finally worshiping at a proper place.
As he became older and thus more aware of the sheer unnaturality of his unique ability, Tim wondered if he could do more with it. Praying to God, and after consulting Cadwal, he tried to call out an angel to advise him on what to do when his parents were divorcing. However, the only being that faded into existence was not a magnificent scion of Heaven, but a short-lasting, flickering blue ghost of a woman in armor. Timothy could not but gasp "Who are you?" at the figure, who replied with a sagely "Who I am is not important. But your faith in God is," before fading back into nothingness.
Encouraged by Cadwal, Timothy was henceforth convinced of his being blessed. Ever since then, he has been practicing and perfecting this unique ability of his by prayer and meditation.
Speaking with wizened words, Timothy prevented his parents' divorce by driving them to tears as he preached about the sanctity and inviolability of the oaths a couple takes in their marriage ceremony, with the help of his two beloved siblings.
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**Other:**
Drowning in early adolescent male hormones, Timothy wanted to masturbate once (just to try it) but was halted by Cadwal (whom he thought was sleeping), who lectured him fiercely of the value of the "seed" and how it must not be wasted. |
52,942 | 1,435 | 81 | 993 | 1,646 | **"You can sit wherever you want. The bed is comfy too. I need to wash my face, so wait a bit."** She said and stepped into her room's restroom, she had to erase any kind of proof that may or may not remain of her crying. It'd be really embarrassing if Saoji noticed that. She would also use that opportunity to talk with Paige.
It was something good that she didn't have any roommates, so she didn't have to explain herself to anyone for just stepping into the room without warning. Now, the problem was Paige, she most probably only heard bits and pieces of the conversation from before due to the talisman. **"So..."** Here it came, what Ione was expecting to happen sooner or later. **"What's that guy doing here? Was he the one that made you cry? If so, then I....!"** Ione washed her face thoroughly and then looked at Paige with such an intensity she started feeling physical pain, even without a body.
**"Touch him again and I'll have you exorcised."** Paige seemed really scared and just nodded. **"Great, then."** Ione went back to the room where Saoji was in and proceeded to put the movie in the DVD player. **"I hope you didn't wait too much. Would you like something to drink? I only have some tea, sadly, but we can get some sodas at the end of the hallway."** | **Name:** Ione (Juliet) Barnett & Paige
**Picture/Description:**
This one is Ione!
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This is Paige! (She's a ghost. :P)
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**Age:** 17
**Gender:** Female
**Personality:** One way (Maybe the only way) to describe Ione is as odd. She is aloof, absent and some times, she seems to be looking more through you than at you. All of this combined with the fact that she talks a bit too much about ghosts and spirits make her seem crazy more often than not. You see, Ione has two personas inside her, but of course, this isn't a Multiple Personality Disorder, it is just her playing around, and also, a way to hide her bashfulness when talking to others, after all, who would be able to talk about ghosts, spirits, demons and such without feeling if even a little bit embarrassed? Her first persona is Juliet, a cold, sharp tongued girl who tries to scare others with her stories about ghosts (Yep, she named it). The second one is her real self that often peeks out when she is acting as her Juliet persona and someone shows some kind of interest in what she is talking about, the real Ione that is more of a ditzy, naive and a bit playful girl.
While it may seem that her ghost ramblings are nothing but nonsense, Ione does indeed have a talent for contacting the occult. Such talent allows her to speak with ghosts and even see them, and, given her lack of friends because of her odd personality, she spends a lot of time talking with her ghost friends. Given that she is one of the few people who can actually do that, she is often seen talking alone or with some imaginary friend, as they guess, though the reality is actually more spooky than that. Ione also has an unwavering love for Horror movies, though she often comments on the many discrepancies between the movies and actual ghosts.
Regarding her constant companion, the ghost Paige, she is a bit of a pervert that is deeply attached to Ione, and would do whatever Ione wants as long as it is reasonable. Regardless of her appearance and due to the fact that she's been dead for a long time, Paige is more mature than she lets others know, and also someone with very strict morals. She likes playing pranks, but she would never abide to do something that would put others in danger and will also pressure Ione to do the right thing sometimes. The two of the get along really well and are almost like sisters, so Paige is very prone to feel jealous when someone else interacts with Ione.
**Talent:** Mediumship, Ione is able to communicate with and see ghosts, to a really frightening extent, as she claims that, sometimes, she can even touch the ghosts without the use of her ability, though it is a limited and scarce number of ghosts she can actually touch. The reason as to why she can touch those ghosts is still unknown, but she thinks it is because of some kind of grudge they hold.
**Ability:** Poltergeist, Ione has the ability to secrete ectoplasm from her body, a substance invisible to those without her talents of mediumship. Through the secretion of ectoplasm, she can give a ghost the ability to touch things in the mortal realm, from objects to humans, giving the illusion that she has telekinesis instead. With enough extoplasm, a ghost can become visible to the naked eye of any passerby. Though her ability is useful, it does not give her the ability to control ghosts, so there are few ghosts who actually listen to her, though, luckily, she has one she is very good friends with. A ghost covered in her ectoplasm can also posses someone, however, the subject must be unconscious for it to succeed. It seems she can also use the ectoplasm for battle, but given that she barely knows how to fight, she doesn't know how.
**Bio:** Always the odd one out, Ione at first cursed her talent for seeing ghosts, since it caused nothing but troubles. In the past, she was always bullied, because of how she tried to include her invisible friends into conversations with others. Unable to see what Ione was talking about, the other kids merely tried to tell her that there was nothing there, and that she was crazy. At some point, and tired of being called crazy for believing in her ghostly friends, she distanced herself from them. She pretended as if they didn't exist, as if she couldn't hear them. She saw how they detached their own heads and things of the like in comic ways in an effort to make her laugh, but she choked down her laughs and put up a poker face.
She lived a normal life for a while but, to be honest, she found it boring. After being able to talk with ghosts that had been decapitated or had died young, well, she just found everything else boring. She had seen gory scenes before, but she didn't seem to really mind, in fact, that helped her develop one of her greatest interests in life, her love for horror movies. After a while, she finally realized that her fun days were because of her ethereal friends and decided to go back to them, instead of trying to be someone she wasn't with the other kids.
She apologized time and time again and the ghosts that were her friends eventually forgave her, with the sole condition that she wouldn't turn their back on them ever again. After agreeing to it, she was then introduced to the newest additions of the gang. Juliet and Paige, a pair of sisters that strayed all the way to where they were. Ione grew close to both sisters in a short time, but one day, Juliet, the bigger of the sisters, disappeared. Juliet always talked about how it would be great to finally pass on and let go of all her regrets and things left undone, though there was still something holding her down. Ione soon connected the dots and figured that she couldn't pass on because of her little sister Paige, but after Paige grew close to Ione, maybe Juliet knew that her little sister would be able to pass away eventually too, and left this world. Ione was now resolved, knowing that Juliet must now be able to be born again, and she decided to help all the other ghosts pass away and thus, her Juliet persona was born. She helped every and each one of her friends pass away, except for one. Paige was the only one that remained there and, though Ione didn't knew why, she decided she would think about it as it went, given that Paige never left her side.
**Other:** She likes to wear gothic lolita fashion. She is quite good at sewing and handicraft of the like, though she is terrible at cooking. |
52,943 | 1,435 | 82 | 156 | 2,749 | “Thank god!” Poppy couldn’t help but say when she realized she had at least a little bit of privacy. Then, realizing the connotations and implications, quickly added, “Not that I’m doing anything _emphasized text_inappropriate or anything. I mean, I am a teenager, but I don’t really participate in _that_ kind of activity, like, at all. Not that I’m a loser who can’t get a boyfriend! But, uh, um – _shit_.”
Poppy slumped forward and her eyebrows furrowed broodingly. The air felt thick with awkwardness, but that could be just how Poppy perceived things. This was the problem with the blonde – she was a walking blob of humiliation. So, Poppy had two options – stay or flee. And, well, fleeing looked like a really great option at the moment. It helped that her stomach was grumbling at the moment.
“Uh, so, um, I’m go’nna go get some grub.” The blonde hummed, standing up so quickly that the chair fell backwards and thudded loudly to the floor. Heat rose to her cheeks and she scrambled to lift up the chair, setting it gingerly back on its legs. Then, as if a polite courtesy rather than a genuine invitation, Poppy said, “You guys can come with if you want to.”
Without waiting for a reply, she darted from the room, not caring if they followed or not, and towards the East cafeteria. She arrived rather fast and approached the food – it seemed pizza was on the menu today – and proceeded to put two slices on a plate. Next to her, a brunette piled pizza after pizza onto her plate.
“Think you have enough?” Poppy weakly joked and, then, cringed. “Not that you’re fat or anything – or ugly. No, you-you’re pretty and, wow, what a nice figure. Not that I’m hitting on you or nothing! I swear I'm not a perv!”
For the many-eth time that day, Poppy’s face resembled the flower for which she was named. | !( "Poppy O'Conner")
**Name:** Poppy O’Conner
**Age:** 16
**Gender:** Female
**Personality:** Poppy is an awkward girl who often says the wrong things when around people she doesn’t know well. When with friends, though, Poppy is loud, talkative, and, unfortunately, punny. She doesn’t understand the point of keeping things secret, so she has no qualms with saying exactly what is going on in her life or what of the likes if someone asks her. Poppy has the unfortunate habit of bottling up her emotions and, even when telling her “sob” story, keeps a straight face or shrugs it off when people ask her how she is feeling. The blonde has a hard time connecting with people on a personal level and when she attempts to express her sadness, she is often deterred by sympathetically distant responses. She is not particularly motivated to do anything and tries to find the easiest ways to do things. Her worst habit is procrastination and most of her work does not get done until the night before it’s due.
**Talent:**_ Learner_: Poppy learns new things with relative ease and has a near perfect memory where she can store all the new information. She dabbles in most genres of information and knows many random facts.
**Ability**: _Know-It-All_: By pressing her hand anywhere on a book, or anything that holds information, she can absorb the information and remember it completely. This gives her a higher level of intelligence than most. Due to absorbing psychology books and pamphlets, Poppy can easily read people by their body language. If an animal is sick? She can check for any symptoms of the million of diseases and illnesses in her knowledge. However, after absorbing too much information, Poppy gets queasy and dizzy; if she goes past that, though she never has so far, she would probably die.
**Bio:**
Poppy is an American and was born on an Air Force base in Florida. Her father is in the military and she has had to move around a lot for his work. Her parents were always busy with work – not that Poppy minded, because when they weren’t, the family was always hanging out – and so Poppy took up the habit of reading constantly. Because of her father’s work, Poppy’s dad would get deployed many times and Poppy would be stuck with her mother.
It wasn’t that Poppy didn’t like her mother, in fact, Poppy adored her mother...that is before her alcoholism came back after ten years of sobriety (she quit before Poppy was born). Her mother spiraled into a pit of depression and, in turn, Poppy too had begun to feel depressed. Later on, she was diagnosed with depression and anxiety and was prescribed medicine to take. Poppy, often than not, does not take her medicine because “it makes her feel funny.”
One day, when Poppy was fourteen and her father was home from deployment, the blonde girl came home to her mother crying in her bedroom, drunk as per usual, and attempting to call a rehab facility. Not knowing what to do, Poppy attempted to call her dad to help her, but he wasn’t picking up. After the police came (one of the rehab centers had called the cops on her mom to make sure she wasn’t harming herself) and Poppy finally managed to get a hold of her dad, everything just froze for Poppy. Her mother went to rehab until the week before Poppy’s fifteenth birthday, but that wasn’t what the problem was for Poppy. She discovered that, in her time of need, she was having a hard time connecting with her friends. They would tell her that “it would be alright” and that “at least your mom is getting better” but that didn’t satisfy Poppy – they felt distant.
After her mom was released, Poppy’s dad got a new job in Wales and the O’Conner family jumped at the chance to go for it was “a new start.”
Other: Poppy is terrified of not being able to control herself (therefore, she stays away from drugs, alcohol and such and such) |
52,944 | 1,435 | 83 | 1,046 | 4,333 | Pizza in mouth, Belle turned when she was spoken too. Her brow rose at the sight of the tongue-tied girl before her. A small chuckle escaped her lips through the pizza which probably didn't look too attractive at the time. She set down the plate on the counter and put the pizza in her mouth on top of her leaning tower of pizza.
**"It's nice to meet you too."** Belle joked, smiling widely at the girl. **"And yes, I do have enough. Want to eat with me?"** She asked, already picking up her plate and pushing the girl towards a table. Belle never was one for 'no's or waiting...
**"Oh, and thanks for the compliment."** She told Poppy as she pushed her, chuckling. She found a clear table and stopped pushing the stranger to take a seat. Already shoving a piece of pizza into her mouth, she motioned for the girl to sit on the other side of her. **"I'm Isabelle Freyone but feel free to just call me Belle."** She introduced herself, her eyes flitting to the side to look at the commotion happening with the uh... shadow guy. She blinked, watching them before turning to look up her strange new friend expectantly. Only now, did Belle actively look at the girl. Blonde hair held in a messy bun framed her face. Soft radiant skin made her blue eyes seem soft and warm and her peach toned lips plump and kissable.
_She'd be lovely to paint..._ Belle thought casually to herself.
_Indeed. Such beauty is rarely seen for what it really is._ Muse replied out of nowhere.
_Did you enjoy your nap?_ She asked.
_It was most lovely. As is this girl before you. What is her name?_
_ I don't know yet._
_Find out! I must know the name of this comely beauty. I think she may be our new muse, dear one._
_That's what I was trying to do, Muse!_
**"And you are?"** She asked, dark brown eyes searching the girl's face. | **Name:** Isabelle "Belle" Freyone
**Picture/Description:**
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**Age:** 17
**Gender:** Female
**Personality:** Belle is known to be the loner. She does enjoy the company of others, but for whatever reason she will often times run off on her own to do her own thing. Not much is known about what she does but all know that it usually has something to do with the fine arts. She will often times lock herself up in her room to work on something, or even one of the classrooms, and will stay there for days.
**Talent:**
_Fine Arts_: Belle is what one would call a crazed artist. Whether it's painting, drawing, music, or literature, Belle has dabbled in it all. She will often times become 'enlightened' by her 'Muse' and leave suddenly to go work on something.
_Muse_: Belle has an imaginary friend she calls Muse who talks to her and gives her ideas. He's mostly just a voice inside her head but sometimes he appears to give her characters inspiration or inspiration for a drawing, or a music piece.
**Ability:**
_Paint/Sing_: Belle can use paint, ink, or her voice to inspire an emotion. She throws paint/ink onto someone and they suddenly are overcome by a certain emotion, be it sadness, fear or happiness. She can also do this through song. (Credit to idea goes to my good friend 'FaithRose')
_Listen_: Belle has very good ears and can hear whether or not someone is being honest. She can use this skill, along with another similar skill, to ascertain the intentions of someone.
_Heart's Song_: Belle can feel/hear the heart's song of the people around her. Through this, she can know if someone is sad, happy, or feeling vindictive. She can also hear these songs from anywhere in the school within about a 5 mile radius. Sometimes it can be a blessing and sometimes a curse and she finds it very hard to zero in on a certain song.
**Bio:**
Belle grew up in an abusive home. She, herself, was never physically abused but she definitely was mentally abused in many ways. Her father was an alcoholic and would often beat her mother and blame Belle for it, saying she was the reason he had to do this to her.
The only way Belle was able to cope was when she ran away from home. That day, she found an abandoned home with books, art and writing aplenty. There, she met Him, her Muse. He stood in the door way, standing tall like a King and greeted her. He played games with her, made her feel like a princess. They played and played and played. That day, her parents found her, but since she has found ways to sneak out to this place and play with her Muse. Eventually, he even followed her home.
Since, Belle has been shipped off to Wales, to attend a school her grandfather suggested to her mother. She, and Muse, seem to like there but tend to keep to themselves for the most part.
**Other:**
Belle dislikes technology and will avoid it if at all possible but she does use a laptop for some of her writing and has a cell phone for practical purposes. |
52,945 | 1,435 | 84 | 554 | 1,584 | Who was this, this... arrogance just God damn popping out of such a private place like that. Thisa wouldn't be surprised if the guy got punched in the face regularly, and if he didn't well he very well deserved it. She was furious, more then just furious she was straight up pissed, the urge to beat Micheal into a pulp was greatly rising, yet obviously doing so would be a really bad idea no matter who he was. Thisa grabbed Harold's shoulder with a clenched hand and pulled him in, perhaps a bit abruptly. She whispered in a soft, but sharp tone, *"Whatever happens I need to you keep me pulled back, really if things get worse I want you to do whatever you can to keep me held back... use force if you need to, just whatever happens I don't want this to escalate."* Thisa breathed deep, closed her eyes and counted to ten. She released Harold's shoulder, stood forward starting straight at Micheal with anything but a friendly look.
"That wasn't very polite, don't know how often you pull that kind of thing off... but if you're looking for allies that's not a good way to go about it. Still I guess you're not here to just to prank, what do you want I wonder." | Name: Saoji Makami
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Personality: Humble and wise. Knows how to choose his battles. Usually analyzes the behavior in those around him; and predicts the person they truly are.
Talent: Saoji found that he is able to persuade many unskilled individuals to his cause by telling them harsh truths about reality. "Unlocking the mind" as what others may call it. He is able to debate with someone until they finally give in and agrees with him. He believes that the world around them has been corrupted, therefore, he uses this as a means of making the world a better place. However, ever since attending the school, this task has been difficult for him. Everyone seems to have their own agenda, therefore, convincing them to change for the better has been a tough one. Also, if one individual's mind is strong enough, he is not able to convince them of anything.
Ability: Dream sequences - The ability to give an individual a dream like state if the individual is caught daydreaming or is asleep. Within these sequences, he can manipulate the dream into whatever he desires. Usually he would make someone dream of a world without evil and corruption. Sometimes, he may even joke around and manipulate one's own desires and use that against them in the real world. While giving the dream state, his pupils turn hazel and he becomes focused on the individuals.
Bio: Saoji Mikami, one of many students who has a superior sense of reasoning. Saoji grew up with a healthy set of parents, however, he considered himself the black sheep between his older brother and older sister. He clung to the shadows, paranoid of the violent world around him. He found that he was very passive, but when confronted, he becomes aggressive. He seems to know a bit of martial arts as well. Before attending the school, his father allowed him to have his most precious hand crafted sword made of a special material. When sticking to the shadows, Saoji keeps this sword on hand. He grew up believing that many around him were below him mentally, as if they've shown no proof of being smart to live safely. His father, unknowingly to him, had enemies. His father owned a growing company that many others wanted for themselves. Fortunately, his father was able to evade the assassination attempts but failed to keep Saoji safe since he was attending the school. Saoji is now aware that there was no way he could contact his family any longer, they were far away with no record of their whereabouts...Saoji is alone. His father's enemies started coming after him, therefore, he protects himself with the training his father gave him, his sword, and using the shadows to his advantage. He's not sure if the other students are aware of his secluded being, but if they are not...a potential dangers could threaten the entire school. |
52,946 | 1,435 | 85 | 2,465 | 3,276 | Henrietta giggled. "Oh, a poet are you? Well, I might just want to check those out sometime. I'm interested to know just what are the subjects of your master pieces," she said teasingly.
Henrietta was mildly amused with Poppy's little outburst, and would have offered to give some advice on getting a boyfriend (lord knows she was good at that) but Poppy had already up and left. The girl pouted a bit but decided to let hew go. "Well, if you have to. Stop by the Orchestra room sometime. I'm the head of the club, as well as the head of the Beautification Committee, so if you ever want to have a talk with me, just stop on over, okay?" she said, with a smile that promised great things if she did so.
The girl turned to Timothy. "Now, you were saying something about helping us out with our journal write-up? Let's see, you can handle Bill and Lily over there, and I'll help Misha and Ronda. That way we've got an even split, okay?"
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Michael grinned, seemingly oblivious to her vitriol. "Not a prank and not looking for allies; places to hide however . . ."
The seniors snickered in the background. It was always like this with him, it was why the higher years stopped wearing skirts; if you looked closely, all the girls who were third year or older were wearing jeans. Skirts meant shadows and shadows meant places where Rezzo could suddenly pop-up. It was also the reason they stopped wearing large jackets.
Michael continued. "Anyway, I gotta hide from Anderson and what's-his-face. I have no idea _why_ they think I should be the judge of there fight bu-"
_"Michael!"_ shouted a voice from the entrance. The young man made a face and promptly melted into the shadow of his trench-coat.
A voice came from the _inside _of Thisa's jacket collar. "Please keep quiet and don't tell him I'm here. It would suck if he found me, and I really don't want to have to hide all the way in the dorms."
Meanwhile, a tall young man with dirty blonde hair stormed into the room, accompanied by a black haired boy who looked a few years younger than him. The blonde had an impatient look on his face and was swiveling his head here and there. The people in the cafeteria reigned in their laughter, but it was a _fairly _poor job.
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**Time Left Until Meeting: 3h : 5m : 20s** | Name: Saoji Makami
Age:
15
Gender: Male
Personality:
Humble and wise. Knows how to choose his battles. Usually analyzes the behavior in those around him; and predicts the person they truly are.
Talent:
Saoji found that he is able to persuade many unskilled individuals to his cause by telling them harsh truths about reality. "Unlocking the mind" as what others may call it. He is able to debate with someone until they finally give in and agrees with him. He believes that the world around them has been corrupted, therefore, he uses this as a means of making the world a better place. However, ever since attending the school, this task has been difficult for him. Everyone seems to have their own agenda, therefore, convincing them to change for the better has been a tough one. Also, if one individual's mind is strong enough, he is not able to convince them of anything.
Ability:
Dream sequences - The ability to give an individual a dream like state if the individual is caught daydreaming or is asleep. Within these sequences, he can manipulate the dream into whatever he desires. Usually he would make someone dream of a world without evil and corruption. Sometimes, he may even joke around and manipulate one's own desires and use that against them in the real world. While giving the dream state, his pupils turn hazel and he becomes focused on the individuals.
Bio:
Saoji Mikami, one of many students who has a superior sense of reasoning. Saoji grew up with a healthy set of parents, however, he considered himself the black sheep between his older brother and older sister. He clung to the shadows, paranoid of the violent world around him. He found that he was very passive, but when confronted, he becomes aggressive. He seems to know a bit of martial arts as well. Before attending the school, his father allowed him to have his most precious hand crafted sword made of a special material. When sticking to the shadows, Saoji keeps this sword on hand. He grew up believing that many around him were below him mentally, as if they've shown no proof of being smart to live safely. His father, unknowingly to him, had enemies. His father owned a growing company that many others wanted for themselves. Fortunately, his father was able to evade the assassination attempts but failed to keep Saoji safe since he was attending the school. Saoji is now aware that there was no way he could contact his family any longer, they were far away with no record of their whereabouts...Saoji is alone. His father's enemies started coming after him, therefore, he protects himself with the training his father gave him, his sword, and using the shadows to his advantage. He's not sure if the other students are aware of his secluded being, but if they are not...a potential dangers could threaten the entire school. |
52,947 | 1,435 | 86 | 2,176 | 944 | ( did not have many friends, even before he came to St. Dymphna.
Maybe it was because he lived in the worse part of town, but his sincere niceness was treated with suspicion by most of his peers, and his Christian indoctrination made him abstain from all the sleepovers, the parties, the movie night-outs, the young love, and perhaps even the vices of smoking and drinking while still a minor: things that he should have all experienced by now, before he turned 17 four months later - but haven't.
He spent most of his time in his room, preoccupied always in his own little world of historical glory as he summoned forth (and interrogated) past Crusaders and meditated on Cadwal's lectures, if he wasn't being a good boy and studying. At his former school's cafeteria, he thought he would find good company at the nerds' table, but was turned off by their rampant watching of hentai and other sexual deviances.
Looking back, most of his interactions with people of his age group involved them copying the homework they didn't do, or doing the group project by himself. Not that he minded all too much, but Timothy was still a teenager in a modern world. And he found it just a bit shameful.
Maybe it would be the same here, as after he had his little goodbye wave ignored by ( and he sat down with his new charges and inspected their papers with genuine interest, guiding them on with his esoteric knowledge without intention of receiving any form of compensation other than a little gratitude.
Or, he as stole a small, innocent-enough glance at Henrietta, maybe it would not.
Either way, he would be fine with it all. | ##Timothy “Tim” Aquinas##
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**Description:**
!( "Timothy")
An unassuming youth with pale skin, brown hair and emerald eyes, Timothy is lean and rather thin. Thin-framed eyeglasses sit upon the bridge of his nose, windows to eyes that brighten up in a charming, childlike way when he smiles. He stands at a good 6’0” tall, and prefers simple clothing: many of his shirts are black or grey and without print, and the ones that do have only minimalistic designs. His pants and other apparel are equally unassuming. But never is he seen without his only apparent accessory: a small pendant in the shape of an elaborate Celtic crucifix of silver, hanging from his neck by a chain.
Described by Cadwal as having a "cherub's melody," Timothy has a deceptively effeminate voice.
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**Age:** 16
**Gender:** Male
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**Personality:**
*“Not to us, O Lord, not to us, but to Your Name give glory.”*
The foremost thing one might notice about Timothy is his zeal. A devout Catholic, he is well-read in the Bible and zealous. And unlike some others, Timothy has taken the teachings of the Scripture to heart, making him a genuinely friendly and caring person. Love his neighbor, love his enemy? Timothy most certainly does. Honest and loyal, his care for the well-being of others extends to the spiritual: he is convinced that those of heathen faiths – especially the People of the Book But Do Not Believe – and true unbelievers must be enlightened sooner or later. Then there are the Ones Who Come in His Name but Twist His Words, like Westboro, which he finds especially despicable.
Timothy is especially fond of literature, especially medieval history. He knows full well how Duke Enrique of Savoy invaded Monferatto from the Duke of Mantua as he had run out of patience with waiting for Emperor Rudolf of the Holy Roman Empire to answer his petition to have the mentioned territory transferred to the custody of his daughter, Margherita, as she was kicked out of the Mantuan Duke’s court for not having sired a child for her husband, the Duke’s late brother, before he died. Always hungry for more knowledge, his learning of this subject which he most adores is supplemented by the Holy Ghosts whom he summons and who are more than willing to answer his many, many questions. They may also be the reason why his favorite video game is Medieval II: Total War.
Quite softspoken, the mildness of his words is such that people are often left cynically wondering whether or not Timothy is mocking them. The sincerity with which he prays before eating his meals is viewed by some as merely an exaggeration: a mockery of those who practice Christianity. However, Timothy does not practice deceit. What he does is honest.
He believes his unique ability to summon fallen Crusaders is given to him by God.
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**Talent:**
*Esoteric Knowledge:* Timothy is well-read in obscure history books, and can regurgitate most of what he has learned, knowledge extracted from the literary works of people Like E.B Sledge, Sir Arthur Lloyd, and Peter H. Wilson. But, ever humble, Timothy only shares what he knows when the situation calls for it.
*Communicatio Larvali:* Timothy can communicate with summoned Holy Ghosts telepathically, surmounting any distance and time and in pure thought, eliminating the language barrier. Cadwal is a special case, and is an exception to the rule.
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**Ability:**
_Legiones Ecclesiae:_ At his command, Timothy can call forth Holy Ghosts of the most proactive members of the Church-Militant, namely, Crusaders. Having had this unique gift since early childhood, he has improved the ability in that he can keep indefinitely one Holy Ghost and dispel them at his whim. With a whispered plea and holding a holy symbol of Christianity (like a cross, or his pendant), Timothy beckons the departed souls of those who killed and died in the name of Christ from the ether and into the worldly earth. Fading into existence, they are then at the summoner's beck and call. However, the summoned are picked at random: Timothy does not yet have the ability to call specific people.
_Holy Ghosts_ are the summoned spirits of Christian martyrs. These can be an unknown Crusader or even someone famous like Joan of Arc. Partly transparent, hued an otherworldly blue, and possessed of bright, glowing eyes, these entities are twice as strong and fast as a man and immune to pain – but not harm. While they are ghosts in a sense, they are still shackled to following the laws of physics. However, they do not need their spectral organs to live as they are already dead. Therefore, a bullet is most effective at tearing a Holy Ghost's tendons than holing their heart.
Maintaining a Holy Ghost is done automatically by the soul but at the expense of the body. Timothy is completely alright with one summoned, but is easily winded when he has summoned two. At three and four, he is forced to sit down, with him being pale at the latter. Having five summoned simultaneously will knock him to deathly unconsciousness and will take heavy tolls on his health. While Timothy can keep one Holy Ghost indefinitely, having two or more will strain Timothy's soul so much that after fifteen minutes, they will be forcibly dispelled.
Holy Ghosts are summoned with what they had on their person the moment of their death. While her visit could potentially be a very enlightening experience, Joan of Arc would not fight at her fullest since she wore a dress during her death at the pyre. Crusaders who died in battle are more valuable in that they are usually in full gear when summoned. However, all are prized and valuable relics of the past, and some of them possess ancient knowledge no longer available in the present.
It would appear that Holy Ghosts have lost much of their personality during their centuries in limbo. What they haven't lost, however, is hatred of the heathen, the unbeliever, and the heretic.
Holy Ghosts, being soul-bound to their summoner, are able to communicate with Tim telepathically in pure thoughts, defeating language barriers.
Holy Ghosts can be seen, heard and touched by other people. However, they don't feel much due to their slightly incorporeal properties. They mimic the natural body temperature of a human being, but have got no odor of their own.
_Cadwal of Godwyn_ is a deceased English Crusader knight who perished in the First Crusade, struck down by an arrow to his thigh, knocking him off his horse, that subsequently became gangrenous and from which he did not recover. Acting as a sort of guardian angel, even he himself is not sure what is exactly at work as he shares his mind and soul with Timothy, acting as the boy's second conscience and trying to steer him towards the right path.
Cadwal "sleeps," becoming completely inactive for four hours each day. This is to relieve some of the stress of Timothy's soul from having to maintain another thought-form. Cadwal does his best to time this with Timothy's regular sleeping hours.
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**Bio:**
Born to two middle-class parents as the middle child of a litter of two boys and one girl, there isn't much to say about Timothy, considering his overall and overwhelming averageness which is offset only by his unique and (as he believes) God-given ability. While he was baptized, going to Church was never something routine for his family. Therefore, he sees his powers as a gift from God when they emerged when he was six years old.
Like many children, he thought up an imaginary friend. It was a knight, and his young mind could only describe it as "blue" and "like glass." When he was alone, he would play with the knight, and started a little game with his older brother and younger sister when he introduced the knight to them, and they made their own imaginary friends. Little did Timothy know, however, that his siblings' imagined creations were far different to what he had, for as time went on, the knight's responses became purely his own, and Timothy slowly lost the need to parrot them. Like another person living in his head, the knight would comment on day-to-day life, and when the young Timothy eyed upon a Bible, the knight energetically pleaded the boy to read it.
As little Tim read, his young mind was full of questions even from the starting book of Genesis. He would ask the knight in his head, who formally introduced himself as Cadwal of Godwyn, to explain it all for him, and he spent so many sleepless nights doing this sort of cooperative storytelling that his mother became worried at his lack of sleep and consulted a physician. On his third grade of elementary school, his family had to move elsewhere, and he was saddened by the sudden loss of friends; but Cadwal was always there and would never leave his mind. Upon his insistence, his father took him to Church one day, and was deeply happy at finally worshiping at a proper place.
As he became older and thus more aware of the sheer unnaturality of his unique ability, Tim wondered if he could do more with it. Praying to God, and after consulting Cadwal, he tried to call out an angel to advise him on what to do when his parents were divorcing. However, the only being that faded into existence was not a magnificent scion of Heaven, but a short-lasting, flickering blue ghost of a woman in armor. Timothy could not but gasp "Who are you?" at the figure, who replied with a sagely "Who I am is not important. But your faith in God is," before fading back into nothingness.
Encouraged by Cadwal, Timothy was henceforth convinced of his being blessed. Ever since then, he has been practicing and perfecting this unique ability of his by prayer and meditation.
Speaking with wizened words, Timothy prevented his parents' divorce by driving them to tears as he preached about the sanctity and inviolability of the oaths a couple takes in their marriage ceremony, with the help of his two beloved siblings.
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**Other:**
Drowning in early adolescent male hormones, Timothy wanted to masturbate once (just to try it) but was halted by Cadwal (whom he thought was sleeping), who lectured him fiercely of the value of the "seed" and how it must not be wasted. |
52,948 | 1,435 | 87 | 554 | 1,584 | Harold's mind was still reeling from the sudden apperence of Michael from UNDERNEATH Thisa's SKIRT of all places. Harold was suddenly having a very, very bad day. And it seemed likely to only get worse. Thisa had squeezed his shoulder quite heavily, almost to the point of being painful, and had talked about stopping her should she try something. Apperently she was more on the *from skirt* more than *How did he get there*. Not that he blamed her. She DID just have some random kid she doesn't know come from her *skirt* of all places, and act like he didn't care at all. About her, her skirt, his practical teleportation, the stares and laughter of everyone around them. Not a single care.
When Michael explained what he was doing to Thisa, Harold's mind just had a moment where it shut down. This kid, didn't care at all. Period. And it was all just because he wanted to get out of *judging a fight*. That right there made Harold very....annoyed. This kid was obviously very irresponsible, and didn't seem like he had *any* brain at all. He wouldn't be surprised if that *was* actually the case. Either way, Harold was about to speak up and question the teen, but then he disappeared again. Harold *thought* heard he a guy's voice come from somewhere near him and Thisa, but he couldn't be very sure. He also spied two boys running into the cafeterria, both seemingly intent on something. Or some*one*, as Harold remembered just *why* Michael was hiding.
"Ah....would the pair of you perhaps be in pursuit of a boy that is capable of traveling via shadows?" Harold asked in the best tone he could put together with his muddled mind at the moment. | Name: Saoji Makami
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Personality: Humble and wise. Knows how to choose his battles. Usually analyzes the behavior in those around him; and predicts the person they truly are.
Talent: Saoji found that he is able to persuade many unskilled individuals to his cause by telling them harsh truths about reality. "Unlocking the mind" as what others may call it. He is able to debate with someone until they finally give in and agrees with him. He believes that the world around them has been corrupted, therefore, he uses this as a means of making the world a better place. However, ever since attending the school, this task has been difficult for him. Everyone seems to have their own agenda, therefore, convincing them to change for the better has been a tough one. Also, if one individual's mind is strong enough, he is not able to convince them of anything.
Ability: Dream sequences - The ability to give an individual a dream like state if the individual is caught daydreaming or is asleep. Within these sequences, he can manipulate the dream into whatever he desires. Usually he would make someone dream of a world without evil and corruption. Sometimes, he may even joke around and manipulate one's own desires and use that against them in the real world. While giving the dream state, his pupils turn hazel and he becomes focused on the individuals.
Bio: Saoji Mikami, one of many students who has a superior sense of reasoning. Saoji grew up with a healthy set of parents, however, he considered himself the black sheep between his older brother and older sister. He clung to the shadows, paranoid of the violent world around him. He found that he was very passive, but when confronted, he becomes aggressive. He seems to know a bit of martial arts as well. Before attending the school, his father allowed him to have his most precious hand crafted sword made of a special material. When sticking to the shadows, Saoji keeps this sword on hand. He grew up believing that many around him were below him mentally, as if they've shown no proof of being smart to live safely. His father, unknowingly to him, had enemies. His father owned a growing company that many others wanted for themselves. Fortunately, his father was able to evade the assassination attempts but failed to keep Saoji safe since he was attending the school. Saoji is now aware that there was no way he could contact his family any longer, they were far away with no record of their whereabouts...Saoji is alone. His father's enemies started coming after him, therefore, he protects himself with the training his father gave him, his sword, and using the shadows to his advantage. He's not sure if the other students are aware of his secluded being, but if they are not...a potential dangers could threaten the entire school. |
52,949 | 1,435 | 88 | 156 | 2,749 | Poppy was overly-relieved when her new-found acquaintance didn’t react negatively towards her rather rude comment – not that she meant it to be rude. Maybe that was why the blonde allowed herself to be nudged towards the table, focusing on maintaining her ever-failing balance as she hobbled forward. Poppy flopped into a seat, wiggling her body to get comfortable and began to munch messily on her pizza. She always had a particular way of eating pizza: she folded it over horizontally and ate it like a sandwich, and so that was what she did. Sauce dripped from it and onto her fingers which she sucked on greedily, not wanting to waste a single drip. It was whilst sucking on such a drop on the backside of her hand that she realized the girl was talking – introducing herself it seemed.
Poppy licked the slop quickly, swallowing and offering her clean hand, smiling lopsidedly, “I’m Poppy O’Conner. It’s great-uh, to meet you, Belle.”
It was only this time that Poppy actually took a good look at the girl before her. She was pretty, like super-pretty, and Poppy got the itch to squirm in her seat again as if it could quell the insecurity rising up in her stomach. Then, she got the overwhelming urge to pet her seemingly soft black hair. Instead, she fluttered the hand uselessly in front of her face as if waving something off, before saying,
“Sorry, I’m a messy eater. Get it, uh, everywhere and stuff. Yeah.” | !( "Poppy O'Conner")
**Name:** Poppy O’Conner
**Age:** 16
**Gender:** Female
**Personality:** Poppy is an awkward girl who often says the wrong things when around people she doesn’t know well. When with friends, though, Poppy is loud, talkative, and, unfortunately, punny. She doesn’t understand the point of keeping things secret, so she has no qualms with saying exactly what is going on in her life or what of the likes if someone asks her. Poppy has the unfortunate habit of bottling up her emotions and, even when telling her “sob” story, keeps a straight face or shrugs it off when people ask her how she is feeling. The blonde has a hard time connecting with people on a personal level and when she attempts to express her sadness, she is often deterred by sympathetically distant responses. She is not particularly motivated to do anything and tries to find the easiest ways to do things. Her worst habit is procrastination and most of her work does not get done until the night before it’s due.
**Talent:**_ Learner_: Poppy learns new things with relative ease and has a near perfect memory where she can store all the new information. She dabbles in most genres of information and knows many random facts.
**Ability**: _Know-It-All_: By pressing her hand anywhere on a book, or anything that holds information, she can absorb the information and remember it completely. This gives her a higher level of intelligence than most. Due to absorbing psychology books and pamphlets, Poppy can easily read people by their body language. If an animal is sick? She can check for any symptoms of the million of diseases and illnesses in her knowledge. However, after absorbing too much information, Poppy gets queasy and dizzy; if she goes past that, though she never has so far, she would probably die.
**Bio:**
Poppy is an American and was born on an Air Force base in Florida. Her father is in the military and she has had to move around a lot for his work. Her parents were always busy with work – not that Poppy minded, because when they weren’t, the family was always hanging out – and so Poppy took up the habit of reading constantly. Because of her father’s work, Poppy’s dad would get deployed many times and Poppy would be stuck with her mother.
It wasn’t that Poppy didn’t like her mother, in fact, Poppy adored her mother...that is before her alcoholism came back after ten years of sobriety (she quit before Poppy was born). Her mother spiraled into a pit of depression and, in turn, Poppy too had begun to feel depressed. Later on, she was diagnosed with depression and anxiety and was prescribed medicine to take. Poppy, often than not, does not take her medicine because “it makes her feel funny.”
One day, when Poppy was fourteen and her father was home from deployment, the blonde girl came home to her mother crying in her bedroom, drunk as per usual, and attempting to call a rehab facility. Not knowing what to do, Poppy attempted to call her dad to help her, but he wasn’t picking up. After the police came (one of the rehab centers had called the cops on her mom to make sure she wasn’t harming herself) and Poppy finally managed to get a hold of her dad, everything just froze for Poppy. Her mother went to rehab until the week before Poppy’s fifteenth birthday, but that wasn’t what the problem was for Poppy. She discovered that, in her time of need, she was having a hard time connecting with her friends. They would tell her that “it would be alright” and that “at least your mom is getting better” but that didn’t satisfy Poppy – they felt distant.
After her mom was released, Poppy’s dad got a new job in Wales and the O’Conner family jumped at the chance to go for it was “a new start.”
Other: Poppy is terrified of not being able to control herself (therefore, she stays away from drugs, alcohol and such and such) |
52,950 | 1,435 | 89 | 2,465 | 3,276 | The two older males approached Harold as he spoke to them. "Yeah," growled the blonde. "Short kid, black hair, unbearably childish and -"
His little rant was cut off for Thisa's much, much larger one. The two of the rounded in shock at her little outburst and they quickly realized just _why_ she exploded. Everyone in the cafeteria burst into outright laughter. "Man! How many does this make now?" asked RSA. One of the females in the crowd curtly replied, "47, about a quarter of those were male."
"It's funny every time I see it," chortled RSC. Several students agreed, several did not - but those were mostly students that were victims themselves. It was still a bit funnier to them though, now that they weren't the ones being victimized; it was a schadenfreude like feeling.
Meanwhile the two males practically teleported in front of Thisa. The large blonde grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her roughly. "Dammit Michael get the fuck out of there and get your lazy ass to the field."
"For a man asking to be his lieutenant, you're quite demanding, not to mention disrespectful," said the shorter black haired youth. He then narrowed his eyes at the larger boy. "Also, I'd appreciate it if you not go blind with stupid and realize you are also shaking down a girl who is a head shorter than you and only half as wide."
The blonde snorted and ignored him, still gripping the girls shoulders. He glared at Thisa - it was an expression of impatience and very closely resembled an enraged bull. "Listen girl, tell that little idiot to get his ass out here so we can both get on with are lives, eh?"
The shorter boy was now outright glaring at him. "Lietman, I am warning you, one more toe out of line and I will ignore your challenge of my position and put you down right here."
Silence spread through the cafeteria. No one was laughing anymore; if things escalated past this point, then there was going to be a full on Ability-powered brawl on their hands, and it was between two lieutenant-class students. Some people very quickly and silently made for the exit. Others stood and watched with bated breath, while some in the sidelines got ready to intervene. One man approached Harold silently. "Dude, let's step out of this real quick okay? You're a bit too close for comfort here."
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Henrietta waved goodbye at her friends. They were headed off to their respective rooms, fully satisfied with the work they had completed today. "Heh, we did a good job. They _might_ have actually learned something today," she said. It might have been mocking, but there was a hint of familiar affection in her tone. She turned to the only remaining person in the library.
"Well Tim, I've got to go now, but if you ever need me for something or just want to talk, stop by my classroom or the Orchestra room. It was really, really, really nice to meet you, by the way. I haven't had anyone new to talk to in _years_. "
Suddenly she leaned forward and gave Timothy a slight peck on the cheek.
"And there's your well deserved reward. See you!" With a wink, Henrietta left the library without giving Timothy any time to respond. The librarian looked like she nothing unusual had happened and carried on with her work. | Name: Saoji Makami
Age:
15
Gender: Male
Personality:
Humble and wise. Knows how to choose his battles. Usually analyzes the behavior in those around him; and predicts the person they truly are.
Talent:
Saoji found that he is able to persuade many unskilled individuals to his cause by telling them harsh truths about reality. "Unlocking the mind" as what others may call it. He is able to debate with someone until they finally give in and agrees with him. He believes that the world around them has been corrupted, therefore, he uses this as a means of making the world a better place. However, ever since attending the school, this task has been difficult for him. Everyone seems to have their own agenda, therefore, convincing them to change for the better has been a tough one. Also, if one individual's mind is strong enough, he is not able to convince them of anything.
Ability:
Dream sequences - The ability to give an individual a dream like state if the individual is caught daydreaming or is asleep. Within these sequences, he can manipulate the dream into whatever he desires. Usually he would make someone dream of a world without evil and corruption. Sometimes, he may even joke around and manipulate one's own desires and use that against them in the real world. While giving the dream state, his pupils turn hazel and he becomes focused on the individuals.
Bio:
Saoji Mikami, one of many students who has a superior sense of reasoning. Saoji grew up with a healthy set of parents, however, he considered himself the black sheep between his older brother and older sister. He clung to the shadows, paranoid of the violent world around him. He found that he was very passive, but when confronted, he becomes aggressive. He seems to know a bit of martial arts as well. Before attending the school, his father allowed him to have his most precious hand crafted sword made of a special material. When sticking to the shadows, Saoji keeps this sword on hand. He grew up believing that many around him were below him mentally, as if they've shown no proof of being smart to live safely. His father, unknowingly to him, had enemies. His father owned a growing company that many others wanted for themselves. Fortunately, his father was able to evade the assassination attempts but failed to keep Saoji safe since he was attending the school. Saoji is now aware that there was no way he could contact his family any longer, they were far away with no record of their whereabouts...Saoji is alone. His father's enemies started coming after him, therefore, he protects himself with the training his father gave him, his sword, and using the shadows to his advantage. He's not sure if the other students are aware of his secluded being, but if they are not...a potential dangers could threaten the entire school. |
52,951 | 1,435 | 90 | 2,176 | 944 | No. It wasn't going to be like before. That one meaningful parting act was the sign.
( could not help but stare dumbly at the angel's back as she left him to stew in his own stupidity in the library with only its indifferent librarian to keep him company. Seconds went by before he could feel his fingers again, and his first act was to bring them up to his cheek where she had kissed him. Those soft, pink lips -- they graced him at _this_ part, where his index and middle fingertips felt. The area felt sweetly hot, but unfortunately for Tim's wandering romantic imagination, it wasn't her lingering warmth; it was simply him flushing brightly not unlike ( all the way to his ears.
In his mind, the silence of his frozen thoughts was broken by a repeating smacking sound, quite stark against the deathly quiet. And in the backdrop, a mild snickering could be heard. Cadwal was slowly clapping his ghostly hands, and trying to contain himself.
_"Cadwal..."_ was the only thing Timothy could manage; he was going to tell him to shut up.
_"Hah! You...,"_ the ghostly knight struggled, _"Didn't expect that, did you?"_
_"... I... I did not."_
_"Oh boy, but, ah,"_ he finished laughing, though annoyingly for Tim he had dragged it out first. _"Don't think of it too seriously."_
_"What... do you mean?"_
_"The gesture might be meaningless. Girl like that, the sincerity is questionable."_
_"You think?"_
_"I think? You **know**. Or have you forgotten that she compared herself to Satan or that she described herself as a manipulator? Don't tell me you were so blinded that you utterly believed everything she said, just because she was nice to you? She's one of the gang leaders in this school, and one who is feared for specifically the thing you're falling a victim of."_
Maybe it was because he couldn't think straight yet, but Tim found himself in agreement. Yet, he was still opposed to the idea that he was being played like a fool.
_"Well, I-"_
_"Hold that thought,"_ Cadwal interrupted. _"Let's talk of this where we can at least pretend to have more privacy. You look like a mess, boy, and you don't even have to look at a mirror. I think we're done for the day. Let's get back to your room."_
_"Yeah,"_ he finally let go of his cheek, resigning himself to Cadwal's counsel. _"Let's."_ | ##Timothy “Tim” Aquinas##
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**Description:**
!( "Timothy")
An unassuming youth with pale skin, brown hair and emerald eyes, Timothy is lean and rather thin. Thin-framed eyeglasses sit upon the bridge of his nose, windows to eyes that brighten up in a charming, childlike way when he smiles. He stands at a good 6’0” tall, and prefers simple clothing: many of his shirts are black or grey and without print, and the ones that do have only minimalistic designs. His pants and other apparel are equally unassuming. But never is he seen without his only apparent accessory: a small pendant in the shape of an elaborate Celtic crucifix of silver, hanging from his neck by a chain.
Described by Cadwal as having a "cherub's melody," Timothy has a deceptively effeminate voice.
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**Age:** 16
**Gender:** Male
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**Personality:**
*“Not to us, O Lord, not to us, but to Your Name give glory.”*
The foremost thing one might notice about Timothy is his zeal. A devout Catholic, he is well-read in the Bible and zealous. And unlike some others, Timothy has taken the teachings of the Scripture to heart, making him a genuinely friendly and caring person. Love his neighbor, love his enemy? Timothy most certainly does. Honest and loyal, his care for the well-being of others extends to the spiritual: he is convinced that those of heathen faiths – especially the People of the Book But Do Not Believe – and true unbelievers must be enlightened sooner or later. Then there are the Ones Who Come in His Name but Twist His Words, like Westboro, which he finds especially despicable.
Timothy is especially fond of literature, especially medieval history. He knows full well how Duke Enrique of Savoy invaded Monferatto from the Duke of Mantua as he had run out of patience with waiting for Emperor Rudolf of the Holy Roman Empire to answer his petition to have the mentioned territory transferred to the custody of his daughter, Margherita, as she was kicked out of the Mantuan Duke’s court for not having sired a child for her husband, the Duke’s late brother, before he died. Always hungry for more knowledge, his learning of this subject which he most adores is supplemented by the Holy Ghosts whom he summons and who are more than willing to answer his many, many questions. They may also be the reason why his favorite video game is Medieval II: Total War.
Quite softspoken, the mildness of his words is such that people are often left cynically wondering whether or not Timothy is mocking them. The sincerity with which he prays before eating his meals is viewed by some as merely an exaggeration: a mockery of those who practice Christianity. However, Timothy does not practice deceit. What he does is honest.
He believes his unique ability to summon fallen Crusaders is given to him by God.
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**Talent:**
*Esoteric Knowledge:* Timothy is well-read in obscure history books, and can regurgitate most of what he has learned, knowledge extracted from the literary works of people Like E.B Sledge, Sir Arthur Lloyd, and Peter H. Wilson. But, ever humble, Timothy only shares what he knows when the situation calls for it.
*Communicatio Larvali:* Timothy can communicate with summoned Holy Ghosts telepathically, surmounting any distance and time and in pure thought, eliminating the language barrier. Cadwal is a special case, and is an exception to the rule.
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**Ability:**
_Legiones Ecclesiae:_ At his command, Timothy can call forth Holy Ghosts of the most proactive members of the Church-Militant, namely, Crusaders. Having had this unique gift since early childhood, he has improved the ability in that he can keep indefinitely one Holy Ghost and dispel them at his whim. With a whispered plea and holding a holy symbol of Christianity (like a cross, or his pendant), Timothy beckons the departed souls of those who killed and died in the name of Christ from the ether and into the worldly earth. Fading into existence, they are then at the summoner's beck and call. However, the summoned are picked at random: Timothy does not yet have the ability to call specific people.
_Holy Ghosts_ are the summoned spirits of Christian martyrs. These can be an unknown Crusader or even someone famous like Joan of Arc. Partly transparent, hued an otherworldly blue, and possessed of bright, glowing eyes, these entities are twice as strong and fast as a man and immune to pain – but not harm. While they are ghosts in a sense, they are still shackled to following the laws of physics. However, they do not need their spectral organs to live as they are already dead. Therefore, a bullet is most effective at tearing a Holy Ghost's tendons than holing their heart.
Maintaining a Holy Ghost is done automatically by the soul but at the expense of the body. Timothy is completely alright with one summoned, but is easily winded when he has summoned two. At three and four, he is forced to sit down, with him being pale at the latter. Having five summoned simultaneously will knock him to deathly unconsciousness and will take heavy tolls on his health. While Timothy can keep one Holy Ghost indefinitely, having two or more will strain Timothy's soul so much that after fifteen minutes, they will be forcibly dispelled.
Holy Ghosts are summoned with what they had on their person the moment of their death. While her visit could potentially be a very enlightening experience, Joan of Arc would not fight at her fullest since she wore a dress during her death at the pyre. Crusaders who died in battle are more valuable in that they are usually in full gear when summoned. However, all are prized and valuable relics of the past, and some of them possess ancient knowledge no longer available in the present.
It would appear that Holy Ghosts have lost much of their personality during their centuries in limbo. What they haven't lost, however, is hatred of the heathen, the unbeliever, and the heretic.
Holy Ghosts, being soul-bound to their summoner, are able to communicate with Tim telepathically in pure thoughts, defeating language barriers.
Holy Ghosts can be seen, heard and touched by other people. However, they don't feel much due to their slightly incorporeal properties. They mimic the natural body temperature of a human being, but have got no odor of their own.
_Cadwal of Godwyn_ is a deceased English Crusader knight who perished in the First Crusade, struck down by an arrow to his thigh, knocking him off his horse, that subsequently became gangrenous and from which he did not recover. Acting as a sort of guardian angel, even he himself is not sure what is exactly at work as he shares his mind and soul with Timothy, acting as the boy's second conscience and trying to steer him towards the right path.
Cadwal "sleeps," becoming completely inactive for four hours each day. This is to relieve some of the stress of Timothy's soul from having to maintain another thought-form. Cadwal does his best to time this with Timothy's regular sleeping hours.
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**Bio:**
Born to two middle-class parents as the middle child of a litter of two boys and one girl, there isn't much to say about Timothy, considering his overall and overwhelming averageness which is offset only by his unique and (as he believes) God-given ability. While he was baptized, going to Church was never something routine for his family. Therefore, he sees his powers as a gift from God when they emerged when he was six years old.
Like many children, he thought up an imaginary friend. It was a knight, and his young mind could only describe it as "blue" and "like glass." When he was alone, he would play with the knight, and started a little game with his older brother and younger sister when he introduced the knight to them, and they made their own imaginary friends. Little did Timothy know, however, that his siblings' imagined creations were far different to what he had, for as time went on, the knight's responses became purely his own, and Timothy slowly lost the need to parrot them. Like another person living in his head, the knight would comment on day-to-day life, and when the young Timothy eyed upon a Bible, the knight energetically pleaded the boy to read it.
As little Tim read, his young mind was full of questions even from the starting book of Genesis. He would ask the knight in his head, who formally introduced himself as Cadwal of Godwyn, to explain it all for him, and he spent so many sleepless nights doing this sort of cooperative storytelling that his mother became worried at his lack of sleep and consulted a physician. On his third grade of elementary school, his family had to move elsewhere, and he was saddened by the sudden loss of friends; but Cadwal was always there and would never leave his mind. Upon his insistence, his father took him to Church one day, and was deeply happy at finally worshiping at a proper place.
As he became older and thus more aware of the sheer unnaturality of his unique ability, Tim wondered if he could do more with it. Praying to God, and after consulting Cadwal, he tried to call out an angel to advise him on what to do when his parents were divorcing. However, the only being that faded into existence was not a magnificent scion of Heaven, but a short-lasting, flickering blue ghost of a woman in armor. Timothy could not but gasp "Who are you?" at the figure, who replied with a sagely "Who I am is not important. But your faith in God is," before fading back into nothingness.
Encouraged by Cadwal, Timothy was henceforth convinced of his being blessed. Ever since then, he has been practicing and perfecting this unique ability of his by prayer and meditation.
Speaking with wizened words, Timothy prevented his parents' divorce by driving them to tears as he preached about the sanctity and inviolability of the oaths a couple takes in their marriage ceremony, with the help of his two beloved siblings.
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**Other:**
Drowning in early adolescent male hormones, Timothy wanted to masturbate once (just to try it) but was halted by Cadwal (whom he thought was sleeping), who lectured him fiercely of the value of the "seed" and how it must not be wasted. |
52,952 | 1,435 | 91 | 554 | 1,584 | The blonde's shaking did little to help the situation in fact only serving to further fuel the fire that raged in Thisa's mind. She jerked back as to break any grip of the blonde's that may have still remained, she needed to be free. Thisa without a second thought discarded her jacket, underneath was nothing but a white t-shit, she usually doesn't take off her jacket anyway. Next more drastically she practically tore off her skit, without a scrap of care for modesty all she wanted to do was rid herself of shadows. Without her regular clothing there was a lot less to the imagination as her full figure, details omitted, was free for all to see now no longer covered. Thisa cared very little for the situation between the two lieutenants, no she had something else on her wild mind.
**"HEY you assholes, LAUGHING at my expense rather then actually helping like any HALF-decent human would do! Every single one of you has decided to get the hell out of here now that shit is getting tough, NO fuck this FUCK every little bit of this. NO!"** Thisa's full rage was now directed to the crowd of students who still remained. A small part of her conscious resurfaced telling her what she was about to do was against so many rules... but she quickly stomped it down.
Thisa focused her energy in a small space in front of her, willing metal to bend at her will. Pieces of metal started flying to this single space as if attracted by a powerful magnet, and in a place like the cafeteria there was a lot of loose metal, silverware, food trays, fallen screws from furniture, and even objects like Harold's own laptop. The metals collided into a single quivering mass of molten metal, akin to what the formation of planets must look like. Once this ball was almost as big, if not larger then Thisa herself, she started to mold the ball into a human shape. It took form quickly, and before long a machine in its full shape stood its ground. It was a robot, in a way, very tall at seven feet, it looked like a metal knight complete with a large tower shield in one hand and a scimitar in the other. Its body looked like a full set of gothic plate armor colored silver. The knight shifted, wiring of motors and servoes could be heard as it moved. This was her ability *Finely-Tuned Mechanisms* to create machines out of metals.
With her knight in toe Thisa stared into the crowd, trying to stand straight the creation of the knight was extremely taxing due to its size and sheer complexity for even basic function. Thisa wheezed, she was unprepared for the amount of energy it would have taken, but she had to make a point, she had to make a FUCKING point. In the very back regions of her mind echoed *Help me Harold... I can't stop...* | Name: Saoji Makami
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Personality: Humble and wise. Knows how to choose his battles. Usually analyzes the behavior in those around him; and predicts the person they truly are.
Talent: Saoji found that he is able to persuade many unskilled individuals to his cause by telling them harsh truths about reality. "Unlocking the mind" as what others may call it. He is able to debate with someone until they finally give in and agrees with him. He believes that the world around them has been corrupted, therefore, he uses this as a means of making the world a better place. However, ever since attending the school, this task has been difficult for him. Everyone seems to have their own agenda, therefore, convincing them to change for the better has been a tough one. Also, if one individual's mind is strong enough, he is not able to convince them of anything.
Ability: Dream sequences - The ability to give an individual a dream like state if the individual is caught daydreaming or is asleep. Within these sequences, he can manipulate the dream into whatever he desires. Usually he would make someone dream of a world without evil and corruption. Sometimes, he may even joke around and manipulate one's own desires and use that against them in the real world. While giving the dream state, his pupils turn hazel and he becomes focused on the individuals.
Bio: Saoji Mikami, one of many students who has a superior sense of reasoning. Saoji grew up with a healthy set of parents, however, he considered himself the black sheep between his older brother and older sister. He clung to the shadows, paranoid of the violent world around him. He found that he was very passive, but when confronted, he becomes aggressive. He seems to know a bit of martial arts as well. Before attending the school, his father allowed him to have his most precious hand crafted sword made of a special material. When sticking to the shadows, Saoji keeps this sword on hand. He grew up believing that many around him were below him mentally, as if they've shown no proof of being smart to live safely. His father, unknowingly to him, had enemies. His father owned a growing company that many others wanted for themselves. Fortunately, his father was able to evade the assassination attempts but failed to keep Saoji safe since he was attending the school. Saoji is now aware that there was no way he could contact his family any longer, they were far away with no record of their whereabouts...Saoji is alone. His father's enemies started coming after him, therefore, he protects himself with the training his father gave him, his sword, and using the shadows to his advantage. He's not sure if the other students are aware of his secluded being, but if they are not...a potential dangers could threaten the entire school. |
52,953 | 1,435 | 92 | 1,046 | 4,333 | Belle tried her best to avoid the snicker coming out of her mouth as she watched the girl shove pizza into her mouth. She couldn't really say much since she'd been doing the same thing moments before but something about the irony of it all. But the girl had a lovely name as well.
_I agree._ Muse spoke suddenly, sitting next to Belle, his black shadowy legs crossed.
**"It's nice to meet you, Poppy."** Belle returned, smiling. **"And... me too, to be honest. And I don't usually eat with other people. But I just came out of my work space after finishing a piece so I'm letting myself mingle. It's good to do sometimes."** She explained, chuckling as she grabbed a piece of pizza. She dropped it, however, at the outburst of a girl nearby.
Blinking, Belle watched with a curious eye, a rather strange curve formed at the corners of her mouth as she watched the girl's powers begin to work. She turned to see metal objects flying over to her, people barely dodging the torrent of metal rushing at them.
_Another person I wouldn't mind painting..._ Belle observed.
_Indeed, something else I can agree with. There certainly are interesting beings here in this place._ Muse spoke from his lazy position.
_Yes! I'm glad we came here._
Now intent on watching what would unfold, Belle, with pizza in mouth, stayed turned towards the event unfolding before her and watched like one would watch a TV show. | **Name:** Isabelle "Belle" Freyone
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**Age:** 17
**Gender:** Female
**Personality:** Belle is known to be the loner. She does enjoy the company of others, but for whatever reason she will often times run off on her own to do her own thing. Not much is known about what she does but all know that it usually has something to do with the fine arts. She will often times lock herself up in her room to work on something, or even one of the classrooms, and will stay there for days.
**Talent:**
_Fine Arts_: Belle is what one would call a crazed artist. Whether it's painting, drawing, music, or literature, Belle has dabbled in it all. She will often times become 'enlightened' by her 'Muse' and leave suddenly to go work on something.
_Muse_: Belle has an imaginary friend she calls Muse who talks to her and gives her ideas. He's mostly just a voice inside her head but sometimes he appears to give her characters inspiration or inspiration for a drawing, or a music piece.
**Ability:**
_Paint/Sing_: Belle can use paint, ink, or her voice to inspire an emotion. She throws paint/ink onto someone and they suddenly are overcome by a certain emotion, be it sadness, fear or happiness. She can also do this through song. (Credit to idea goes to my good friend 'FaithRose')
_Listen_: Belle has very good ears and can hear whether or not someone is being honest. She can use this skill, along with another similar skill, to ascertain the intentions of someone.
_Heart's Song_: Belle can feel/hear the heart's song of the people around her. Through this, she can know if someone is sad, happy, or feeling vindictive. She can also hear these songs from anywhere in the school within about a 5 mile radius. Sometimes it can be a blessing and sometimes a curse and she finds it very hard to zero in on a certain song.
**Bio:**
Belle grew up in an abusive home. She, herself, was never physically abused but she definitely was mentally abused in many ways. Her father was an alcoholic and would often beat her mother and blame Belle for it, saying she was the reason he had to do this to her.
The only way Belle was able to cope was when she ran away from home. That day, she found an abandoned home with books, art and writing aplenty. There, she met Him, her Muse. He stood in the door way, standing tall like a King and greeted her. He played games with her, made her feel like a princess. They played and played and played. That day, her parents found her, but since she has found ways to sneak out to this place and play with her Muse. Eventually, he even followed her home.
Since, Belle has been shipped off to Wales, to attend a school her grandfather suggested to her mother. She, and Muse, seem to like there but tend to keep to themselves for the most part.
**Other:**
Belle dislikes technology and will avoid it if at all possible but she does use a laptop for some of her writing and has a cell phone for practical purposes. |
52,954 | 1,435 | 93 | 2,465 | 3,276 | Harold quickly took stock of the situation. And it didn't look that bad- No, it was horrible! (No thoughts like that!) Harold also noted to his complete pleasure, no, dis at that, that Thisa had ripped off her skirt and her jacket. If she remembered this, she would probably be highly displeased....although Harold wasn't. No, he totally was. He's just messing around. Yup, completely. Messing. Around.
Anyways, Thisa seemed to be having a major breakdown right now. And with the ways things were looking around the cafeterria, he might just end up being the only one able, and apperently willing, to calm her down. I mean, she summoned a **Knight** out of nowhere on a whim! Who would want to possibly envoke her malice? Harold was by no means a masochist, but he damn well didn't believe he'd let his best friend just have a meltdown and a murder spree because of some imbiceile kid and a bunch of self-absorbed teenagers, not after that humiliation. So Harold took a step forward, towards Thisa.
"Thisa! What are you planning on *doing* with that....glorious machine?" Harold was obviously more than slightly shaken up by Thisa's newly revealed ability to build....a Machine....from NOTHING!....Wait. She used his laptop. Harold's eye twitched. It twitched again....
"OUI! YOU BASTARD! WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO MY COMPUTER!?!?!" Harold suddenly blew up after realizing what happened to his laptop, unleasing a rage induced shout at the top of his nerdy lungs.
The Knight didn't move, but it did speak not like a normal instead its voice resonated within Harold's mind and only his mind, *"I did nothing with your device, the Maker saw it fit for construction."*
Harold took a moment to process the machine's words. His rage induced state was....not really in the mood for logical or deductive reasoning of any kind. "SO WHAT!?!? WHAT MAKES YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST TAKE MY FUCKIN' LAPTOP THEN!?!?! DOES IT LOOK LIKE YOUR MAKER? CAUSE I DON'T THINK IT DOES!" Harold....was in a problematic state himself. Not that anyone in the area would probably be able to understand just *why* he was so upset with the Knight itself for taking his laptop. But, that didn't change the fact that he was not in a good state of mind to be around either. A few of the older students started wondering if they would have not one, but *two* new students showing off their abilities in broad daylight.
*"I did nothing with your 'laptop' nor does it look like the Maker"* The Knight started holding a full on one line conversation with Harold it seemed.
Harold tried taking a deep breath to calm down a little. He knew, in that little part of his mind that was allowing him to keep his vision from fading to black, that was also still capable of thinking. Not that he was doing really well with utalizing that part mind you, but he was trying. It wasn't as bad as his Desktop. When that thing went down....well, Harold may, or may not, have become an arsonist for the day....maybe. Calming himself to actually think clearly, even though his sight wasn't really, Harold started to notice the fact that Thisa had *summoned* a *Machine Knight* just out of the blue. He had never encountered such a feat before in his admittedly short lifespan. Then he realized something else. He was talking. To a Machine. And it was TALKING BACK.
Harold was starting to wonder if he had lost his sanity instead of his emotional control at the moment. "You're....talking to me....what the hell? How!?!?!" Harold was now going through a complete emotional breakdown as far as he was concerned. He felt like he'd be going through a multitude more of emotions before they'd get out of this damned situation.
*"Yes I am talking to you, as a human you should not be able to hear me, however you do. I do not have a reason."* The Knight replied equally cool as ever.
"Do you....know anything about this school? Or about your ahm...."Maker"?" Harold was desperate at this point. He knew that the sooner he could figure out *how* he was managing to talk to this Machine, the sooner he could get out of this situation....and promptly break something.
*"No I do not. As for the Maker my only objective is to serve."* (Well, that's a pretty depressing existence).
"Why do you serve her then? Because she made you, or because she has a logical choice of action that you agree with?" (....or something? It's a Machine Harold. Work with it! I Don't....I wanna hit these *idiots* who're just standing there looking just as stupid as they probably work....maybe I should focus on the Knight?....yeah, let's just....do that.....). Harold's mind was racing right now, and he seemed to be putting a strain on his own mind with this conversation.
*"There is no reason, it is part of my existance to serve."* Harold was a little, no, more than a little displeased at that answer. A Machine who's sole purpose is to serve? Really?
(....well fuck my life.) "....to serve..." Harold was muttering to himself. He was trying his damnedest to come up with a way to keep the knight that was starting to look more and more....lethal with each passing moment....from choosing him to be it's first target. "....What are you to do in your....servitude?" The longer he took the worse this situation got.
"Protection, I was summoned for protection in the Maker's need."*
"Protection from what?" Harold spoke up again.
*"From harm."* This appeared to be the sole reason behind the whole serving bit that the Machine had going for it. Not a very complicated one, but....
"That's impossible though. You, nor anyone else are capable of protecting your Maker, nor any human, from harm completely. Your existence then is worthless. What do you have to counter that Mr. Knight?"
*"It is logical to say so, however only right now is protection it my objective, as long as the Maker is protected now I am fullfiling my objective. It is ONLY to protect the Maker."*
"What harm are you protection your Maker *from*?" Harold started into another part of the questioning session.
*"Physical harm."
"What would, or is, physically harming her then?"
*"Any action that causes pain from physical contact to the Maker and only the Maker."* The Knight answered.
"What is it that would be trying to cause said harm to your Maker, thus requiring your existence to protect her?"
*'Any human, or other living creature."
"And if they were to leave?"
"It would mean nothing until the Maker wills my objective completed."*
(....again, fuck my life.) "Ahm....Fine then. Stay with your Maker and protect her....I will....try to get the rest of the humans and animals in the immediate area to leave, thus granting a greater level of protection for you Maker. Would that be alright with yourself and your Maker?"
*"I know your intent, I will say that will do nothing unless the Maker wills so."*
"Ahm....well, I suppose working would be in my best intentions then, would it not?" Harold asked rhetorically. He then turned to the crowd that was still in the cafeterria and shouted out: "IF YOU DO NOT WISH PHYSICAL HARM OR DEATH UPON YOURSELF, LEAVE. NOW!"
*"No"* This was the simplest answer that Harold had been given yet.
Harold quickly spun on his heel and faced the Knight once more. "What do you mean, No?"
*"No as in logically I do not see how this would have the Maker will my objective complete."*
"It will remove any physical harm that is likely to be done to her beyond myself, and you. And I damn well do not plan on harming Thisa right now. I don't even understand how she managed to build you yet!....or have my laptop back for that matter...." Harold muttered the last part, hoping nobody heard him, but otherwise was trying to keep up with this completely logically thinking Machine.
*"It does not matter what conditions are met, it is my purpose for exisiting however in the end the Maker's will is above all."* This Knight was obviously a downer on life. Not that Harold really complained, but this conversation had really started to make his head hurt.
"....Alright, alright." Harold sighed once more, racking his already strained brain for an idea. "What is it that has caused Thisa to become enraged exactly?"
*"Mutliple factors, lack of respect, lack of empathy, lack of support."*
(....oh....fuck....my bad Thisa....) "-ahm-....Is it possible for me to "solve" these factors and calm her down?"
*"Yes."*
"Do you know how?" Harold didn't have time for the nonsense that this machine was pulling on him.
*"Yes."*
"Could you perhaps, Explain how to me?" This was frusterating on so many levels right now.
*"In what way?"*
"What is an efficient way in which I can calm down your Maker and keep this crowd from being harmed?"
*"Human comfort."*
"How can I specifically comfort her so as to calm her down?"
"Physical contact, or words."*
"Which would work better for Thisa in this situation?"
*"I have no emotions and cannot say."*
(This is such bullshit.) "....May I go comfort her then, Mr. Knight?" Harold was at witts end. He was beyond thinking of anything else to as the knight as of now.
*"Yes, provided you bring no harm. Also because of who you are."*
"Who I am? What does that have to do with calming Thisa down?"
*...Only the Maker knows, I do not. Go now, you have premission."* The Knight gave its final answer.
"...Alright then." After bringing the (more than)20 questions to an end, Harold slowly walked over to Thisa now, hoping to God that he didn't do or say anything to provoke Thisa or the Knight into killing him.
"Thisa. Thisa, would you be able to spare a minute of time to hold a conversation with me, perhaps?" Harold really, really wanted her answer to be a firm, solid, and possibly angery-sounding 'YES'. Mostly because he didn't want to die, but also because he wanted to talk to his best friend. And he'd be damned long before he gave up on her just because she made a Knight. That's actually a rather enticing thing, at least in Harold's mind. | Name: Saoji Makami
Age:
15
Gender: Male
Personality:
Humble and wise. Knows how to choose his battles. Usually analyzes the behavior in those around him; and predicts the person they truly are.
Talent:
Saoji found that he is able to persuade many unskilled individuals to his cause by telling them harsh truths about reality. "Unlocking the mind" as what others may call it. He is able to debate with someone until they finally give in and agrees with him. He believes that the world around them has been corrupted, therefore, he uses this as a means of making the world a better place. However, ever since attending the school, this task has been difficult for him. Everyone seems to have their own agenda, therefore, convincing them to change for the better has been a tough one. Also, if one individual's mind is strong enough, he is not able to convince them of anything.
Ability:
Dream sequences - The ability to give an individual a dream like state if the individual is caught daydreaming or is asleep. Within these sequences, he can manipulate the dream into whatever he desires. Usually he would make someone dream of a world without evil and corruption. Sometimes, he may even joke around and manipulate one's own desires and use that against them in the real world. While giving the dream state, his pupils turn hazel and he becomes focused on the individuals.
Bio:
Saoji Mikami, one of many students who has a superior sense of reasoning. Saoji grew up with a healthy set of parents, however, he considered himself the black sheep between his older brother and older sister. He clung to the shadows, paranoid of the violent world around him. He found that he was very passive, but when confronted, he becomes aggressive. He seems to know a bit of martial arts as well. Before attending the school, his father allowed him to have his most precious hand crafted sword made of a special material. When sticking to the shadows, Saoji keeps this sword on hand. He grew up believing that many around him were below him mentally, as if they've shown no proof of being smart to live safely. His father, unknowingly to him, had enemies. His father owned a growing company that many others wanted for themselves. Fortunately, his father was able to evade the assassination attempts but failed to keep Saoji safe since he was attending the school. Saoji is now aware that there was no way he could contact his family any longer, they were far away with no record of their whereabouts...Saoji is alone. His father's enemies started coming after him, therefore, he protects himself with the training his father gave him, his sword, and using the shadows to his advantage. He's not sure if the other students are aware of his secluded being, but if they are not...a potential dangers could threaten the entire school. |
52,955 | 1,435 | 94 | 2,176 | 944 | The late afternoon tranquility, as ( took the scenic route on his way to his room to reflect upon the day so far, was shattered by alarmingly loud noises as he passed by the cafeteria. Thunderclaps hammered at his ears and shook the air like cannon fire, startling him on his toes. His fingers, through instinctive reflex, already gripped tightly his crucifix pendant as he looked bewildered in the general direction wherefrom the unholy cacophony emanated; and not long after, he was sprinting after it.
He burst through the entrance of the cafeteria and the chaos that made a wreck of the place was worse than he imagined at first. It seemed that almost everyone had activated their abilities and was now hammering at the most obvious target at the near center of the room: an armored titan, a hulking parody of man cobbled together from nearby scrap and whatever else was available and now forced to walk and swing and swipe by its master.
But who directed it? He couldn't know. Far too many things were happening all at once. But, he thought he could make out a familiar face or two through the hurricane of firepower.
_"What a ruckus!"_ Cadwal understated, exhilaration unhidden in his mind-voice. _"It's almost as bad as when I first entered Jerusalem!"_
A girl with wings then suddenly swooped by Timothy, sending a gust of wind that almost voided him of his glasses.
_"Bloody hell, boy, that one's got angel wings!"_
"What in the **_hell_** is going on here?!" Timothy yelled, his face contorted in confusion and a bit of ire. Though part of him wanted to summon a Holy Ghost or two right then and there, he did not want to act too rashly; he had just discovered that he was part of a ring of idle bystanders, and this probably wasn't a gratuitous free-for-all.
But he still held the silver that hung from his neck. If something went wrong, a few words was all it took. | ##Timothy “Tim” Aquinas##
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**Description:**
!( "Timothy")
An unassuming youth with pale skin, brown hair and emerald eyes, Timothy is lean and rather thin. Thin-framed eyeglasses sit upon the bridge of his nose, windows to eyes that brighten up in a charming, childlike way when he smiles. He stands at a good 6’0” tall, and prefers simple clothing: many of his shirts are black or grey and without print, and the ones that do have only minimalistic designs. His pants and other apparel are equally unassuming. But never is he seen without his only apparent accessory: a small pendant in the shape of an elaborate Celtic crucifix of silver, hanging from his neck by a chain.
Described by Cadwal as having a "cherub's melody," Timothy has a deceptively effeminate voice.
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**Age:** 16
**Gender:** Male
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**Personality:**
*“Not to us, O Lord, not to us, but to Your Name give glory.”*
The foremost thing one might notice about Timothy is his zeal. A devout Catholic, he is well-read in the Bible and zealous. And unlike some others, Timothy has taken the teachings of the Scripture to heart, making him a genuinely friendly and caring person. Love his neighbor, love his enemy? Timothy most certainly does. Honest and loyal, his care for the well-being of others extends to the spiritual: he is convinced that those of heathen faiths – especially the People of the Book But Do Not Believe – and true unbelievers must be enlightened sooner or later. Then there are the Ones Who Come in His Name but Twist His Words, like Westboro, which he finds especially despicable.
Timothy is especially fond of literature, especially medieval history. He knows full well how Duke Enrique of Savoy invaded Monferatto from the Duke of Mantua as he had run out of patience with waiting for Emperor Rudolf of the Holy Roman Empire to answer his petition to have the mentioned territory transferred to the custody of his daughter, Margherita, as she was kicked out of the Mantuan Duke’s court for not having sired a child for her husband, the Duke’s late brother, before he died. Always hungry for more knowledge, his learning of this subject which he most adores is supplemented by the Holy Ghosts whom he summons and who are more than willing to answer his many, many questions. They may also be the reason why his favorite video game is Medieval II: Total War.
Quite softspoken, the mildness of his words is such that people are often left cynically wondering whether or not Timothy is mocking them. The sincerity with which he prays before eating his meals is viewed by some as merely an exaggeration: a mockery of those who practice Christianity. However, Timothy does not practice deceit. What he does is honest.
He believes his unique ability to summon fallen Crusaders is given to him by God.
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**Talent:**
*Esoteric Knowledge:* Timothy is well-read in obscure history books, and can regurgitate most of what he has learned, knowledge extracted from the literary works of people Like E.B Sledge, Sir Arthur Lloyd, and Peter H. Wilson. But, ever humble, Timothy only shares what he knows when the situation calls for it.
*Communicatio Larvali:* Timothy can communicate with summoned Holy Ghosts telepathically, surmounting any distance and time and in pure thought, eliminating the language barrier. Cadwal is a special case, and is an exception to the rule.
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**Ability:**
_Legiones Ecclesiae:_ At his command, Timothy can call forth Holy Ghosts of the most proactive members of the Church-Militant, namely, Crusaders. Having had this unique gift since early childhood, he has improved the ability in that he can keep indefinitely one Holy Ghost and dispel them at his whim. With a whispered plea and holding a holy symbol of Christianity (like a cross, or his pendant), Timothy beckons the departed souls of those who killed and died in the name of Christ from the ether and into the worldly earth. Fading into existence, they are then at the summoner's beck and call. However, the summoned are picked at random: Timothy does not yet have the ability to call specific people.
_Holy Ghosts_ are the summoned spirits of Christian martyrs. These can be an unknown Crusader or even someone famous like Joan of Arc. Partly transparent, hued an otherworldly blue, and possessed of bright, glowing eyes, these entities are twice as strong and fast as a man and immune to pain – but not harm. While they are ghosts in a sense, they are still shackled to following the laws of physics. However, they do not need their spectral organs to live as they are already dead. Therefore, a bullet is most effective at tearing a Holy Ghost's tendons than holing their heart.
Maintaining a Holy Ghost is done automatically by the soul but at the expense of the body. Timothy is completely alright with one summoned, but is easily winded when he has summoned two. At three and four, he is forced to sit down, with him being pale at the latter. Having five summoned simultaneously will knock him to deathly unconsciousness and will take heavy tolls on his health. While Timothy can keep one Holy Ghost indefinitely, having two or more will strain Timothy's soul so much that after fifteen minutes, they will be forcibly dispelled.
Holy Ghosts are summoned with what they had on their person the moment of their death. While her visit could potentially be a very enlightening experience, Joan of Arc would not fight at her fullest since she wore a dress during her death at the pyre. Crusaders who died in battle are more valuable in that they are usually in full gear when summoned. However, all are prized and valuable relics of the past, and some of them possess ancient knowledge no longer available in the present.
It would appear that Holy Ghosts have lost much of their personality during their centuries in limbo. What they haven't lost, however, is hatred of the heathen, the unbeliever, and the heretic.
Holy Ghosts, being soul-bound to their summoner, are able to communicate with Tim telepathically in pure thoughts, defeating language barriers.
Holy Ghosts can be seen, heard and touched by other people. However, they don't feel much due to their slightly incorporeal properties. They mimic the natural body temperature of a human being, but have got no odor of their own.
_Cadwal of Godwyn_ is a deceased English Crusader knight who perished in the First Crusade, struck down by an arrow to his thigh, knocking him off his horse, that subsequently became gangrenous and from which he did not recover. Acting as a sort of guardian angel, even he himself is not sure what is exactly at work as he shares his mind and soul with Timothy, acting as the boy's second conscience and trying to steer him towards the right path.
Cadwal "sleeps," becoming completely inactive for four hours each day. This is to relieve some of the stress of Timothy's soul from having to maintain another thought-form. Cadwal does his best to time this with Timothy's regular sleeping hours.
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**Bio:**
Born to two middle-class parents as the middle child of a litter of two boys and one girl, there isn't much to say about Timothy, considering his overall and overwhelming averageness which is offset only by his unique and (as he believes) God-given ability. While he was baptized, going to Church was never something routine for his family. Therefore, he sees his powers as a gift from God when they emerged when he was six years old.
Like many children, he thought up an imaginary friend. It was a knight, and his young mind could only describe it as "blue" and "like glass." When he was alone, he would play with the knight, and started a little game with his older brother and younger sister when he introduced the knight to them, and they made their own imaginary friends. Little did Timothy know, however, that his siblings' imagined creations were far different to what he had, for as time went on, the knight's responses became purely his own, and Timothy slowly lost the need to parrot them. Like another person living in his head, the knight would comment on day-to-day life, and when the young Timothy eyed upon a Bible, the knight energetically pleaded the boy to read it.
As little Tim read, his young mind was full of questions even from the starting book of Genesis. He would ask the knight in his head, who formally introduced himself as Cadwal of Godwyn, to explain it all for him, and he spent so many sleepless nights doing this sort of cooperative storytelling that his mother became worried at his lack of sleep and consulted a physician. On his third grade of elementary school, his family had to move elsewhere, and he was saddened by the sudden loss of friends; but Cadwal was always there and would never leave his mind. Upon his insistence, his father took him to Church one day, and was deeply happy at finally worshiping at a proper place.
As he became older and thus more aware of the sheer unnaturality of his unique ability, Tim wondered if he could do more with it. Praying to God, and after consulting Cadwal, he tried to call out an angel to advise him on what to do when his parents were divorcing. However, the only being that faded into existence was not a magnificent scion of Heaven, but a short-lasting, flickering blue ghost of a woman in armor. Timothy could not but gasp "Who are you?" at the figure, who replied with a sagely "Who I am is not important. But your faith in God is," before fading back into nothingness.
Encouraged by Cadwal, Timothy was henceforth convinced of his being blessed. Ever since then, he has been practicing and perfecting this unique ability of his by prayer and meditation.
Speaking with wizened words, Timothy prevented his parents' divorce by driving them to tears as he preached about the sanctity and inviolability of the oaths a couple takes in their marriage ceremony, with the help of his two beloved siblings.
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**Other:**
Drowning in early adolescent male hormones, Timothy wanted to masturbate once (just to try it) but was halted by Cadwal (whom he thought was sleeping), who lectured him fiercely of the value of the "seed" and how it must not be wasted. |
52,956 | 1,435 | 95 | 554 | 1,584 | As the assault went on Thisa was just as enraged, they had the audacity to attack her, but no... they weren't attacking her, it was the knight. The knight kept a defensive posture, using its shield to attempt to take the brunt of the damage, and more specifically to keep her out of the crossfire. The knight only retaliated when a student got too close, and even then it was only to drive the person away rather then to land a killing blow. It was then that Thisa realized what was happening, she was the aggressor in all of this, the bad guy, the villain. Her vision skewed, the battlefield became nothing but a distortion of color, she was blinded. Through all the chaos Thisa heard one thing she forgot about, Harold. She had no idea how he got past the knight but he did and was right there, not that Thisa could see him. It was enough just to hear his voice and to feel his presence to break her resolve and as a result to dissipate her anger.
Holy hell what was she doing? None of this was right, she caused a WAR to break out in the cafeteria... over nothing but her own rage. Thisa blinked trying to make sense of what was happening beyond the mixture of colors, but she didn't need to see, she fully knew what was happening it had to end. With a downward swipe of her hand she gave the command, the knight's service was complete. The process was quick, the robot regressed back into its primal state of molten metal, and then back into its component pieces, all the metal that was once used as the knight's body. Before the dismantling the knight contacted Harold one more time, *"My service is complete, I leave my stead to you. Protect the Maker."*
The world started spinning, before she knew it Thisa was on her knees, her stamina all but gone and her mind emotionally fried. She whispered perhaps to herself or perhaps to Harold standing next to her, *"I'm sorry... just... so sorry for what I did..."* with that Thisa fell to her side now curled into the fetal position. She was still conscious much to her dismay, if only everything never happened, if only she wasn't there to observe what happened next. Thisa couldn't see him but she heard Jason's booming voice, she didn't need to know who he was to know he was a ruler. She closed her eyes ready for whatever penalty was coming her way. | Name: Saoji Makami
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Personality: Humble and wise. Knows how to choose his battles. Usually analyzes the behavior in those around him; and predicts the person they truly are.
Talent: Saoji found that he is able to persuade many unskilled individuals to his cause by telling them harsh truths about reality. "Unlocking the mind" as what others may call it. He is able to debate with someone until they finally give in and agrees with him. He believes that the world around them has been corrupted, therefore, he uses this as a means of making the world a better place. However, ever since attending the school, this task has been difficult for him. Everyone seems to have their own agenda, therefore, convincing them to change for the better has been a tough one. Also, if one individual's mind is strong enough, he is not able to convince them of anything.
Ability: Dream sequences - The ability to give an individual a dream like state if the individual is caught daydreaming or is asleep. Within these sequences, he can manipulate the dream into whatever he desires. Usually he would make someone dream of a world without evil and corruption. Sometimes, he may even joke around and manipulate one's own desires and use that against them in the real world. While giving the dream state, his pupils turn hazel and he becomes focused on the individuals.
Bio: Saoji Mikami, one of many students who has a superior sense of reasoning. Saoji grew up with a healthy set of parents, however, he considered himself the black sheep between his older brother and older sister. He clung to the shadows, paranoid of the violent world around him. He found that he was very passive, but when confronted, he becomes aggressive. He seems to know a bit of martial arts as well. Before attending the school, his father allowed him to have his most precious hand crafted sword made of a special material. When sticking to the shadows, Saoji keeps this sword on hand. He grew up believing that many around him were below him mentally, as if they've shown no proof of being smart to live safely. His father, unknowingly to him, had enemies. His father owned a growing company that many others wanted for themselves. Fortunately, his father was able to evade the assassination attempts but failed to keep Saoji safe since he was attending the school. Saoji is now aware that there was no way he could contact his family any longer, they were far away with no record of their whereabouts...Saoji is alone. His father's enemies started coming after him, therefore, he protects himself with the training his father gave him, his sword, and using the shadows to his advantage. He's not sure if the other students are aware of his secluded being, but if they are not...a potential dangers could threaten the entire school. |
52,957 | 1,435 | 96 | 156 | 2,749 | Even though this girl, Belle, had reassured her that her messy habits wasn’t anything she should be conscious of, Poppy still grabbed a napkin and swiped it over her face, removing tomato sauce from her lips. The blonde leaned her weight on her elbow that was digging into the table, telling herself to eat slowly and savor the taste. Yet still, she devoured it at a pace most would turn their noses at. The silence became awkward for Poppy, but she figured that the other girl didn’t feel it at all – she seemed so relaxed.
“Um, ah, uh…” She meant to finish her sentence and ask what it is that Belle was working on; however, the commotion had gained her undivided attention.
Forks and knives suddenly flew up as shouting occurred and Poppy ducked her head down, placing her hands protectively over her head. It would suck if she died by a fork, seriously. Peeking through her sloppy bangs, she managed to see the knight that had materialized over a girl’s anger. That was when chaos erupted: people laughed and then fought, did nothing and then did everything. Colors swirled in a mass of powers, fire and ice, flight and speed. It was all a blur for Poppy as she attempted to press her face into the table. It was only when, after all the shouting and yelling had stopped, that Poppy lifted her head. There was nothing more to attack – the knight was gone.
“Should we, ah, go see what, um, happened?” Poppy inquired, looking at Belle expectantly. | !( "Poppy O'Conner")
**Name:** Poppy O’Conner
**Age:** 16
**Gender:** Female
**Personality:** Poppy is an awkward girl who often says the wrong things when around people she doesn’t know well. When with friends, though, Poppy is loud, talkative, and, unfortunately, punny. She doesn’t understand the point of keeping things secret, so she has no qualms with saying exactly what is going on in her life or what of the likes if someone asks her. Poppy has the unfortunate habit of bottling up her emotions and, even when telling her “sob” story, keeps a straight face or shrugs it off when people ask her how she is feeling. The blonde has a hard time connecting with people on a personal level and when she attempts to express her sadness, she is often deterred by sympathetically distant responses. She is not particularly motivated to do anything and tries to find the easiest ways to do things. Her worst habit is procrastination and most of her work does not get done until the night before it’s due.
**Talent:**_ Learner_: Poppy learns new things with relative ease and has a near perfect memory where she can store all the new information. She dabbles in most genres of information and knows many random facts.
**Ability**: _Know-It-All_: By pressing her hand anywhere on a book, or anything that holds information, she can absorb the information and remember it completely. This gives her a higher level of intelligence than most. Due to absorbing psychology books and pamphlets, Poppy can easily read people by their body language. If an animal is sick? She can check for any symptoms of the million of diseases and illnesses in her knowledge. However, after absorbing too much information, Poppy gets queasy and dizzy; if she goes past that, though she never has so far, she would probably die.
**Bio:**
Poppy is an American and was born on an Air Force base in Florida. Her father is in the military and she has had to move around a lot for his work. Her parents were always busy with work – not that Poppy minded, because when they weren’t, the family was always hanging out – and so Poppy took up the habit of reading constantly. Because of her father’s work, Poppy’s dad would get deployed many times and Poppy would be stuck with her mother.
It wasn’t that Poppy didn’t like her mother, in fact, Poppy adored her mother...that is before her alcoholism came back after ten years of sobriety (she quit before Poppy was born). Her mother spiraled into a pit of depression and, in turn, Poppy too had begun to feel depressed. Later on, she was diagnosed with depression and anxiety and was prescribed medicine to take. Poppy, often than not, does not take her medicine because “it makes her feel funny.”
One day, when Poppy was fourteen and her father was home from deployment, the blonde girl came home to her mother crying in her bedroom, drunk as per usual, and attempting to call a rehab facility. Not knowing what to do, Poppy attempted to call her dad to help her, but he wasn’t picking up. After the police came (one of the rehab centers had called the cops on her mom to make sure she wasn’t harming herself) and Poppy finally managed to get a hold of her dad, everything just froze for Poppy. Her mother went to rehab until the week before Poppy’s fifteenth birthday, but that wasn’t what the problem was for Poppy. She discovered that, in her time of need, she was having a hard time connecting with her friends. They would tell her that “it would be alright” and that “at least your mom is getting better” but that didn’t satisfy Poppy – they felt distant.
After her mom was released, Poppy’s dad got a new job in Wales and the O’Conner family jumped at the chance to go for it was “a new start.”
Other: Poppy is terrified of not being able to control herself (therefore, she stays away from drugs, alcohol and such and such) |
52,958 | 1,435 | 97 | 2,465 | 3,276 | The flashes and booms stopped as the students backed away from the dismantled pile of metal that used to be the Knight. Soon a tense silence settled down in the cafeteria. Their eyes turned to the crouched Thisa. It was obvious she was behind it all, seeing as she was the closest one to the pile that wasn't facing it.
The sound of clapping resonated throughout the area, and all eyes turned to the source. It was Henrietta, and she didn't look pleased. A boy and a girl were walking side-by-side next to her. They were Winston Chill's two Lieutenants, and they did not look anymore pleased to be with Henrietta as she did with them.
The four Rulers present and the representatives gathered in front of the crowd. Jason put a groggy Louise down and crossed his arms. "Okay, so, anyone going to bother telling me what happened here?"
Henrietta spoke up: "Michael was pulling his usual stunts, ended up getting the girl pissed and she brought out a big metal knight . . . in defense. That thing wouldn't attack unless attacked, so trying to bring it down was pointless; it wouldn't have done a thing."
The girl representative of Winston glared at Michael. "I warned you to stop doing that, Michael. Eventually something like this was going to happen if you kept those little pranks of yours up."
The boy shuffled his feet and looked away guiltily. Anderson and Lietman took their places at his right and left respectively. Jason shook his head. "That still doesn't change the fact that the girl lost it and . . . well, brought that thing out. Not even Lietman with all his hotheaded stupidity would use his abilities to vent. This girl did however."
Henrietta said nothing. He was right of course. She approached Thisa and stared down at her, a hand on her hip. "Listen, I understand that you were angry, in fact, a lot of people are annoyed when Michael pull stuff like that, but one of the first things that everyone here who gains abilities has to understand is this: Never, ever get hostile with your powers unless it's a formal challenge with witnesses and duels. I hope you realize that you could kill someone with your abilities."
"It only takes one little slip to snuff out someone's life after all."
The boy representative turned to Louise. "Well, Marshal, you're in charge of dispensing justice here when the Rulers are involved. What is your verdict?"
Louise, a tired expression on her face, walked towards Thisa and motioned to Michael to come forward. The boy jumped and ran forward, obviously frightened of the small girl. Henrietta shook her head, as if trying to get rid of unpleasant memories and backed away as Louise approached.
"Hello, girl. My name is Louise Sophoro. Today, I'll be your judge, jury and executioner. Nice to meet you~" she stated in a dull drawl. | Name: Saoji Makami
Age:
15
Gender: Male
Personality:
Humble and wise. Knows how to choose his battles. Usually analyzes the behavior in those around him; and predicts the person they truly are.
Talent:
Saoji found that he is able to persuade many unskilled individuals to his cause by telling them harsh truths about reality. "Unlocking the mind" as what others may call it. He is able to debate with someone until they finally give in and agrees with him. He believes that the world around them has been corrupted, therefore, he uses this as a means of making the world a better place. However, ever since attending the school, this task has been difficult for him. Everyone seems to have their own agenda, therefore, convincing them to change for the better has been a tough one. Also, if one individual's mind is strong enough, he is not able to convince them of anything.
Ability:
Dream sequences - The ability to give an individual a dream like state if the individual is caught daydreaming or is asleep. Within these sequences, he can manipulate the dream into whatever he desires. Usually he would make someone dream of a world without evil and corruption. Sometimes, he may even joke around and manipulate one's own desires and use that against them in the real world. While giving the dream state, his pupils turn hazel and he becomes focused on the individuals.
Bio:
Saoji Mikami, one of many students who has a superior sense of reasoning. Saoji grew up with a healthy set of parents, however, he considered himself the black sheep between his older brother and older sister. He clung to the shadows, paranoid of the violent world around him. He found that he was very passive, but when confronted, he becomes aggressive. He seems to know a bit of martial arts as well. Before attending the school, his father allowed him to have his most precious hand crafted sword made of a special material. When sticking to the shadows, Saoji keeps this sword on hand. He grew up believing that many around him were below him mentally, as if they've shown no proof of being smart to live safely. His father, unknowingly to him, had enemies. His father owned a growing company that many others wanted for themselves. Fortunately, his father was able to evade the assassination attempts but failed to keep Saoji safe since he was attending the school. Saoji is now aware that there was no way he could contact his family any longer, they were far away with no record of their whereabouts...Saoji is alone. His father's enemies started coming after him, therefore, he protects himself with the training his father gave him, his sword, and using the shadows to his advantage. He's not sure if the other students are aware of his secluded being, but if they are not...a potential dangers could threaten the entire school. |
52,959 | 1,435 | 98 | 2,465 | 3,276 | Noting how the conversation between the appearent leaders in the area, Harold quickly observed how everyone both respected, and possibly feared the slip of a girl that was walking towards Thisa right now. (She's **tiny**....this will not end well....). Harold sighed slightly to himself, before he shakenly walked in front of the crouched Thisa. His heart was racing with this decision, but he wouldn't abandon Thisa like this. And even if he could only lift a portion of her burden, he'd do it anyway. (For such is the duty, honor, and pleasure of true friends).
Harold coughed once, right after Louis stated just what she was to Thisa, and as calmly as possible, stepped directly in her way. "Ahm....I apologize for being a bother Ms....Louise? I unfortunately am not privy to your last name, and as such shall work with what I have already obtained. However, Ms. Louise, I am unable to allow you to grant punishment on Thisa alone. As well, this incident also involved both myself...." Harold narrowed his eyes at Michael, his eyes awash with unhidden displeasure and even anger: "....and the **child** that is standing next to the *blondie*." Harold was....not pleased with Leitman or Michael at all. They'd been the main reasons beyond himself that had invoked Thisa's anger. They also were responsible for this situation, and the fact that this supposed *leader* was punishing Thisa first just lit a passion Harold rarely felt nowadays. His passion for vengence, and his passion for responsibility. To Harold, these two deserved not just punishment, but even worse punishment than Thisa. They'd be the **cause** of the situation. (Maybe, if they didn't act like *little children* we wouldn't have had to deal with this situation *in the first fucking place*!).
Harold made a slightly hasty decision, but one he felt like he had to support. "Ms. Louise, how about I forsake my laptop in return for handling a portion of Thisa's punishment as well?" Harold felt a part of his soul being ripped out of his chest just then. He felt like he had betrayed his best friend. But he had another best friend, and he felt that his first one would be understanding to his plight here. He also hoped that Thisa would be alright after this. It wouldn't boad well for him if his first friend in a long time were to....well....anything but stay with him really. Plus, it's not like Harold had any prior knowledge to all the rules, written or unwritten in the school yet. This **was** amazingly his first day here still. | Name: Saoji Makami
Age:
15
Gender: Male
Personality:
Humble and wise. Knows how to choose his battles. Usually analyzes the behavior in those around him; and predicts the person they truly are.
Talent:
Saoji found that he is able to persuade many unskilled individuals to his cause by telling them harsh truths about reality. "Unlocking the mind" as what others may call it. He is able to debate with someone until they finally give in and agrees with him. He believes that the world around them has been corrupted, therefore, he uses this as a means of making the world a better place. However, ever since attending the school, this task has been difficult for him. Everyone seems to have their own agenda, therefore, convincing them to change for the better has been a tough one. Also, if one individual's mind is strong enough, he is not able to convince them of anything.
Ability:
Dream sequences - The ability to give an individual a dream like state if the individual is caught daydreaming or is asleep. Within these sequences, he can manipulate the dream into whatever he desires. Usually he would make someone dream of a world without evil and corruption. Sometimes, he may even joke around and manipulate one's own desires and use that against them in the real world. While giving the dream state, his pupils turn hazel and he becomes focused on the individuals.
Bio:
Saoji Mikami, one of many students who has a superior sense of reasoning. Saoji grew up with a healthy set of parents, however, he considered himself the black sheep between his older brother and older sister. He clung to the shadows, paranoid of the violent world around him. He found that he was very passive, but when confronted, he becomes aggressive. He seems to know a bit of martial arts as well. Before attending the school, his father allowed him to have his most precious hand crafted sword made of a special material. When sticking to the shadows, Saoji keeps this sword on hand. He grew up believing that many around him were below him mentally, as if they've shown no proof of being smart to live safely. His father, unknowingly to him, had enemies. His father owned a growing company that many others wanted for themselves. Fortunately, his father was able to evade the assassination attempts but failed to keep Saoji safe since he was attending the school. Saoji is now aware that there was no way he could contact his family any longer, they were far away with no record of their whereabouts...Saoji is alone. His father's enemies started coming after him, therefore, he protects himself with the training his father gave him, his sword, and using the shadows to his advantage. He's not sure if the other students are aware of his secluded being, but if they are not...a potential dangers could threaten the entire school. |
52,960 | 1,435 | 99 | 554 | 1,584 | Thisa kept her eyes closed through the beginning of the hastily started "trial" everything that has been said was true... the knight was defensive even if she herself did not mean it to. She wasn't the one who started it all, it was Micheal and his shadow tricks. Problem is in the end Thisa herself was the one who summoned the knight, it was her who destabilized the cafeteria, it really was her who escalated the entire situation to a full out battle. Thisa waited for the verdict wordlessly, expecting the worse as she deserved, when Harold... Harold of all people stepped up. She felt his presence before she heard his voice, the same one that convinced her while in a rage fueled state to end the conflict. Thisa looked up to Harold, he was standing in front of Louise, even a newcomer like Thisa knew of Louise's reputation, it was hard not to. Her eyes widened as she realized Harold was trying to take blame for himself, oh no, no, no he can't he didn't deserve it.
With a grunt Thisa rose to her feet, it was hard, her legs felt like lead and she feared she would topple over at a second's notice, but she had to stop Harold. She ambled closer, however she was too late Thisa recoiled at the barrage of words thrown by Louise, it had to hurt Harold... just had to. She reached Harold and pulled his arm towards her, "Don't do anything, that's all I ask. Don't try punishing yourself for my sake, I don't want that. Please." Thisa let go of Harold to face Louise herself head on, "Do what must be done to me." That was it, clean, simple and direct as that. Pleading meant nothing, not at least with one ruthless as Louise... | Name: Saoji Makami
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Personality: Humble and wise. Knows how to choose his battles. Usually analyzes the behavior in those around him; and predicts the person they truly are.
Talent: Saoji found that he is able to persuade many unskilled individuals to his cause by telling them harsh truths about reality. "Unlocking the mind" as what others may call it. He is able to debate with someone until they finally give in and agrees with him. He believes that the world around them has been corrupted, therefore, he uses this as a means of making the world a better place. However, ever since attending the school, this task has been difficult for him. Everyone seems to have their own agenda, therefore, convincing them to change for the better has been a tough one. Also, if one individual's mind is strong enough, he is not able to convince them of anything.
Ability: Dream sequences - The ability to give an individual a dream like state if the individual is caught daydreaming or is asleep. Within these sequences, he can manipulate the dream into whatever he desires. Usually he would make someone dream of a world without evil and corruption. Sometimes, he may even joke around and manipulate one's own desires and use that against them in the real world. While giving the dream state, his pupils turn hazel and he becomes focused on the individuals.
Bio: Saoji Mikami, one of many students who has a superior sense of reasoning. Saoji grew up with a healthy set of parents, however, he considered himself the black sheep between his older brother and older sister. He clung to the shadows, paranoid of the violent world around him. He found that he was very passive, but when confronted, he becomes aggressive. He seems to know a bit of martial arts as well. Before attending the school, his father allowed him to have his most precious hand crafted sword made of a special material. When sticking to the shadows, Saoji keeps this sword on hand. He grew up believing that many around him were below him mentally, as if they've shown no proof of being smart to live safely. His father, unknowingly to him, had enemies. His father owned a growing company that many others wanted for themselves. Fortunately, his father was able to evade the assassination attempts but failed to keep Saoji safe since he was attending the school. Saoji is now aware that there was no way he could contact his family any longer, they were far away with no record of their whereabouts...Saoji is alone. His father's enemies started coming after him, therefore, he protects himself with the training his father gave him, his sword, and using the shadows to his advantage. He's not sure if the other students are aware of his secluded being, but if they are not...a potential dangers could threaten the entire school. |
52,961 | 1,435 | 100 | 1,046 | 4,333 | _Shit..._ Belle thought, her eyes widening at the sight.
_So many interesting characters. ~_ Muse sang.
_...Something like that..._ She returned.
**"HM?!"** Belle practically shouted when Poppy asked her in she wanted to _go_ see what happened. She shook her head fervently. **"No. I'm fine watching from here."** She replied curtly, turning to look at Poppy, trying to gauge Poppy's emotions. Scared, confused, curious... A small smile grew on Belle's lips as she listened to the heart songs in the room.
If she were sane, she probably would have run with these frightening, sad heart songs occurring all around her. They spoke of bad memories and a force of nature stronger than most. She should have left, but she felt compelled to stay and witness all of this. She would write it down in her journal later and use it for something. What, she didn't know but every experience was worth keeping. Well, there was also the fact that her knees were shaking so, and she couldn't bring herself to stand up much less run... | **Name:** Isabelle "Belle" Freyone
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**Age:** 17
**Gender:** Female
**Personality:** Belle is known to be the loner. She does enjoy the company of others, but for whatever reason she will often times run off on her own to do her own thing. Not much is known about what she does but all know that it usually has something to do with the fine arts. She will often times lock herself up in her room to work on something, or even one of the classrooms, and will stay there for days.
**Talent:**
_Fine Arts_: Belle is what one would call a crazed artist. Whether it's painting, drawing, music, or literature, Belle has dabbled in it all. She will often times become 'enlightened' by her 'Muse' and leave suddenly to go work on something.
_Muse_: Belle has an imaginary friend she calls Muse who talks to her and gives her ideas. He's mostly just a voice inside her head but sometimes he appears to give her characters inspiration or inspiration for a drawing, or a music piece.
**Ability:**
_Paint/Sing_: Belle can use paint, ink, or her voice to inspire an emotion. She throws paint/ink onto someone and they suddenly are overcome by a certain emotion, be it sadness, fear or happiness. She can also do this through song. (Credit to idea goes to my good friend 'FaithRose')
_Listen_: Belle has very good ears and can hear whether or not someone is being honest. She can use this skill, along with another similar skill, to ascertain the intentions of someone.
_Heart's Song_: Belle can feel/hear the heart's song of the people around her. Through this, she can know if someone is sad, happy, or feeling vindictive. She can also hear these songs from anywhere in the school within about a 5 mile radius. Sometimes it can be a blessing and sometimes a curse and she finds it very hard to zero in on a certain song.
**Bio:**
Belle grew up in an abusive home. She, herself, was never physically abused but she definitely was mentally abused in many ways. Her father was an alcoholic and would often beat her mother and blame Belle for it, saying she was the reason he had to do this to her.
The only way Belle was able to cope was when she ran away from home. That day, she found an abandoned home with books, art and writing aplenty. There, she met Him, her Muse. He stood in the door way, standing tall like a King and greeted her. He played games with her, made her feel like a princess. They played and played and played. That day, her parents found her, but since she has found ways to sneak out to this place and play with her Muse. Eventually, he even followed her home.
Since, Belle has been shipped off to Wales, to attend a school her grandfather suggested to her mother. She, and Muse, seem to like there but tend to keep to themselves for the most part.
**Other:**
Belle dislikes technology and will avoid it if at all possible but she does use a laptop for some of her writing and has a cell phone for practical purposes. |
52,962 | 1,435 | 101 | 2,176 | 944 | The dust had settled fairly quickly, and the transient chaos gave way to a relative quietude. ( his brow and widened his eyes at recognition of the two characters in the spotlight, being dogged by the Ruler quintet: ( and ( the strangers he had met this morning, the two who hit it off pretty well (and pretty damned quickly, too), and were now in seemingly gargantuan trouble. It would seem that the titan was of their doing, and though he did not want to judge prematurely, it all seemed like it was their fault. Had they abused their powers?
His fingers slackened on his crucifix and reluctantly let it go, but his characteristically mild demeanor was gone: his was a scowl true and ugly.
_"She delivers her judgement like the Marshall of the Knights of Solomon,"_ Cadwal smirked, referring to Louise. _"For a little girl like her, to wield such authority in her voice and to have that authority respected by -- this is bloody brutal. I would laugh; I want to laugh, but..."_
It was a mild struggle to keep serious in situations like these whenever the ghostly knight delivered his ridiculous commentary. Maybe Tim needed it to loosen up; his scowl relaxed into something more gentle as ghostly snickering echoed inside his mind. | ##Timothy “Tim” Aquinas##
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**Description:**
!( "Timothy")
An unassuming youth with pale skin, brown hair and emerald eyes, Timothy is lean and rather thin. Thin-framed eyeglasses sit upon the bridge of his nose, windows to eyes that brighten up in a charming, childlike way when he smiles. He stands at a good 6’0” tall, and prefers simple clothing: many of his shirts are black or grey and without print, and the ones that do have only minimalistic designs. His pants and other apparel are equally unassuming. But never is he seen without his only apparent accessory: a small pendant in the shape of an elaborate Celtic crucifix of silver, hanging from his neck by a chain.
Described by Cadwal as having a "cherub's melody," Timothy has a deceptively effeminate voice.
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**Age:** 16
**Gender:** Male
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**Personality:**
*“Not to us, O Lord, not to us, but to Your Name give glory.”*
The foremost thing one might notice about Timothy is his zeal. A devout Catholic, he is well-read in the Bible and zealous. And unlike some others, Timothy has taken the teachings of the Scripture to heart, making him a genuinely friendly and caring person. Love his neighbor, love his enemy? Timothy most certainly does. Honest and loyal, his care for the well-being of others extends to the spiritual: he is convinced that those of heathen faiths – especially the People of the Book But Do Not Believe – and true unbelievers must be enlightened sooner or later. Then there are the Ones Who Come in His Name but Twist His Words, like Westboro, which he finds especially despicable.
Timothy is especially fond of literature, especially medieval history. He knows full well how Duke Enrique of Savoy invaded Monferatto from the Duke of Mantua as he had run out of patience with waiting for Emperor Rudolf of the Holy Roman Empire to answer his petition to have the mentioned territory transferred to the custody of his daughter, Margherita, as she was kicked out of the Mantuan Duke’s court for not having sired a child for her husband, the Duke’s late brother, before he died. Always hungry for more knowledge, his learning of this subject which he most adores is supplemented by the Holy Ghosts whom he summons and who are more than willing to answer his many, many questions. They may also be the reason why his favorite video game is Medieval II: Total War.
Quite softspoken, the mildness of his words is such that people are often left cynically wondering whether or not Timothy is mocking them. The sincerity with which he prays before eating his meals is viewed by some as merely an exaggeration: a mockery of those who practice Christianity. However, Timothy does not practice deceit. What he does is honest.
He believes his unique ability to summon fallen Crusaders is given to him by God.
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**Talent:**
*Esoteric Knowledge:* Timothy is well-read in obscure history books, and can regurgitate most of what he has learned, knowledge extracted from the literary works of people Like E.B Sledge, Sir Arthur Lloyd, and Peter H. Wilson. But, ever humble, Timothy only shares what he knows when the situation calls for it.
*Communicatio Larvali:* Timothy can communicate with summoned Holy Ghosts telepathically, surmounting any distance and time and in pure thought, eliminating the language barrier. Cadwal is a special case, and is an exception to the rule.
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**Ability:**
_Legiones Ecclesiae:_ At his command, Timothy can call forth Holy Ghosts of the most proactive members of the Church-Militant, namely, Crusaders. Having had this unique gift since early childhood, he has improved the ability in that he can keep indefinitely one Holy Ghost and dispel them at his whim. With a whispered plea and holding a holy symbol of Christianity (like a cross, or his pendant), Timothy beckons the departed souls of those who killed and died in the name of Christ from the ether and into the worldly earth. Fading into existence, they are then at the summoner's beck and call. However, the summoned are picked at random: Timothy does not yet have the ability to call specific people.
_Holy Ghosts_ are the summoned spirits of Christian martyrs. These can be an unknown Crusader or even someone famous like Joan of Arc. Partly transparent, hued an otherworldly blue, and possessed of bright, glowing eyes, these entities are twice as strong and fast as a man and immune to pain – but not harm. While they are ghosts in a sense, they are still shackled to following the laws of physics. However, they do not need their spectral organs to live as they are already dead. Therefore, a bullet is most effective at tearing a Holy Ghost's tendons than holing their heart.
Maintaining a Holy Ghost is done automatically by the soul but at the expense of the body. Timothy is completely alright with one summoned, but is easily winded when he has summoned two. At three and four, he is forced to sit down, with him being pale at the latter. Having five summoned simultaneously will knock him to deathly unconsciousness and will take heavy tolls on his health. While Timothy can keep one Holy Ghost indefinitely, having two or more will strain Timothy's soul so much that after fifteen minutes, they will be forcibly dispelled.
Holy Ghosts are summoned with what they had on their person the moment of their death. While her visit could potentially be a very enlightening experience, Joan of Arc would not fight at her fullest since she wore a dress during her death at the pyre. Crusaders who died in battle are more valuable in that they are usually in full gear when summoned. However, all are prized and valuable relics of the past, and some of them possess ancient knowledge no longer available in the present.
It would appear that Holy Ghosts have lost much of their personality during their centuries in limbo. What they haven't lost, however, is hatred of the heathen, the unbeliever, and the heretic.
Holy Ghosts, being soul-bound to their summoner, are able to communicate with Tim telepathically in pure thoughts, defeating language barriers.
Holy Ghosts can be seen, heard and touched by other people. However, they don't feel much due to their slightly incorporeal properties. They mimic the natural body temperature of a human being, but have got no odor of their own.
_Cadwal of Godwyn_ is a deceased English Crusader knight who perished in the First Crusade, struck down by an arrow to his thigh, knocking him off his horse, that subsequently became gangrenous and from which he did not recover. Acting as a sort of guardian angel, even he himself is not sure what is exactly at work as he shares his mind and soul with Timothy, acting as the boy's second conscience and trying to steer him towards the right path.
Cadwal "sleeps," becoming completely inactive for four hours each day. This is to relieve some of the stress of Timothy's soul from having to maintain another thought-form. Cadwal does his best to time this with Timothy's regular sleeping hours.
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**Bio:**
Born to two middle-class parents as the middle child of a litter of two boys and one girl, there isn't much to say about Timothy, considering his overall and overwhelming averageness which is offset only by his unique and (as he believes) God-given ability. While he was baptized, going to Church was never something routine for his family. Therefore, he sees his powers as a gift from God when they emerged when he was six years old.
Like many children, he thought up an imaginary friend. It was a knight, and his young mind could only describe it as "blue" and "like glass." When he was alone, he would play with the knight, and started a little game with his older brother and younger sister when he introduced the knight to them, and they made their own imaginary friends. Little did Timothy know, however, that his siblings' imagined creations were far different to what he had, for as time went on, the knight's responses became purely his own, and Timothy slowly lost the need to parrot them. Like another person living in his head, the knight would comment on day-to-day life, and when the young Timothy eyed upon a Bible, the knight energetically pleaded the boy to read it.
As little Tim read, his young mind was full of questions even from the starting book of Genesis. He would ask the knight in his head, who formally introduced himself as Cadwal of Godwyn, to explain it all for him, and he spent so many sleepless nights doing this sort of cooperative storytelling that his mother became worried at his lack of sleep and consulted a physician. On his third grade of elementary school, his family had to move elsewhere, and he was saddened by the sudden loss of friends; but Cadwal was always there and would never leave his mind. Upon his insistence, his father took him to Church one day, and was deeply happy at finally worshiping at a proper place.
As he became older and thus more aware of the sheer unnaturality of his unique ability, Tim wondered if he could do more with it. Praying to God, and after consulting Cadwal, he tried to call out an angel to advise him on what to do when his parents were divorcing. However, the only being that faded into existence was not a magnificent scion of Heaven, but a short-lasting, flickering blue ghost of a woman in armor. Timothy could not but gasp "Who are you?" at the figure, who replied with a sagely "Who I am is not important. But your faith in God is," before fading back into nothingness.
Encouraged by Cadwal, Timothy was henceforth convinced of his being blessed. Ever since then, he has been practicing and perfecting this unique ability of his by prayer and meditation.
Speaking with wizened words, Timothy prevented his parents' divorce by driving them to tears as he preached about the sanctity and inviolability of the oaths a couple takes in their marriage ceremony, with the help of his two beloved siblings.
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**Other:**
Drowning in early adolescent male hormones, Timothy wanted to masturbate once (just to try it) but was halted by Cadwal (whom he thought was sleeping), who lectured him fiercely of the value of the "seed" and how it must not be wasted. |
52,963 | 1,435 | 102 | 156 | 2,749 | To explain Poppy is all sorts of confusing: she’s oblivious, but shrewd; intelligent, but lacks common sense; friendly, but more awkward than a one-night-stand-gone-wrong and many other paradoxes that could be used to describe her. So, it would be hard to explain how Poppy didn’t quite grasp the situation that was happening before her eyes. Things felt…blurry to her. She wasn’t scared, even though it was clear that everyone else was, and maybe she didn’t quite understand what had caused the palpable fear in the room. People faded in and out as she changed her focus rapidly, her eyes not staying on one person for more than a few seconds before flitting to the next. Maybe she just had trouble processing the whole chaotic mess? But, there was one thing to be said: _she was nervous._
Not the nervous as she had been previously; those were just little flits of her anxiety acting up and her over-thinking. This, this was a horrible churning in her stomach and a rolling sickness in her heart. For a queasy minute, Poppy was afraid she would barf all over her pizza – and, god, not the pizza. Her leg bounced up and down with restless energy, the table vibrating with the movements – or maybe it was from Belle’s shaking that hadn’t quite made it past Poppy’s senses, but she was much too preoccupied with the icky-feeling to pay much attention to it. Maybe, to preoccupy herself, Poppy should focus more on Belle? Yes, that she would do.
Poppy leans forward and whips a hand at Belle, not really attempting to hit her, but to gain her attention with the movement. Her hand falls flat onto the table and she bites her lip, wriggling her body apprehensively.
“Uh, hey, um, are you okay? It’s, uh, okay to be scared, y’know.” Poppy mutters, though what to be scared of was lost on her.
Perhaps it was that Louise girl. But what did it matter to Poppy? It was best if she just stayed a spectator: on the outside, looking in. Like always. Still, an undying curiosity was building up inside of her, just wanting to be released. Her desire to be there might be best left ignored as her gut-instinct was screaming at her to stay put and not draw attention to herself. Poppy twirled her fingers and decided to rely on her knowledge.
_Justice (jəstəs),n,: the quality of being fair and reasonable_
Did this Louise-girl fit that description? She seemed volatile and, well, the girl who said “tough-luck” when you got bullied in the hallways.
_Stereotype (sterēəˌtīp),n: a widely held but fixed and oversimplified image or idea of a particular type of person or thing_
Poppy might just have been fitting her with a stereotype. She could be fair and reasonable – who was Poppy to know? The blonde gnawed on her lip until she tasted copper, chewing it while continuing to attempt to make sense of what was happening. Still, she drew a blank. | !( "Poppy O'Conner")
**Name:** Poppy O’Conner
**Age:** 16
**Gender:** Female
**Personality:** Poppy is an awkward girl who often says the wrong things when around people she doesn’t know well. When with friends, though, Poppy is loud, talkative, and, unfortunately, punny. She doesn’t understand the point of keeping things secret, so she has no qualms with saying exactly what is going on in her life or what of the likes if someone asks her. Poppy has the unfortunate habit of bottling up her emotions and, even when telling her “sob” story, keeps a straight face or shrugs it off when people ask her how she is feeling. The blonde has a hard time connecting with people on a personal level and when she attempts to express her sadness, she is often deterred by sympathetically distant responses. She is not particularly motivated to do anything and tries to find the easiest ways to do things. Her worst habit is procrastination and most of her work does not get done until the night before it’s due.
**Talent:**_ Learner_: Poppy learns new things with relative ease and has a near perfect memory where she can store all the new information. She dabbles in most genres of information and knows many random facts.
**Ability**: _Know-It-All_: By pressing her hand anywhere on a book, or anything that holds information, she can absorb the information and remember it completely. This gives her a higher level of intelligence than most. Due to absorbing psychology books and pamphlets, Poppy can easily read people by their body language. If an animal is sick? She can check for any symptoms of the million of diseases and illnesses in her knowledge. However, after absorbing too much information, Poppy gets queasy and dizzy; if she goes past that, though she never has so far, she would probably die.
**Bio:**
Poppy is an American and was born on an Air Force base in Florida. Her father is in the military and she has had to move around a lot for his work. Her parents were always busy with work – not that Poppy minded, because when they weren’t, the family was always hanging out – and so Poppy took up the habit of reading constantly. Because of her father’s work, Poppy’s dad would get deployed many times and Poppy would be stuck with her mother.
It wasn’t that Poppy didn’t like her mother, in fact, Poppy adored her mother...that is before her alcoholism came back after ten years of sobriety (she quit before Poppy was born). Her mother spiraled into a pit of depression and, in turn, Poppy too had begun to feel depressed. Later on, she was diagnosed with depression and anxiety and was prescribed medicine to take. Poppy, often than not, does not take her medicine because “it makes her feel funny.”
One day, when Poppy was fourteen and her father was home from deployment, the blonde girl came home to her mother crying in her bedroom, drunk as per usual, and attempting to call a rehab facility. Not knowing what to do, Poppy attempted to call her dad to help her, but he wasn’t picking up. After the police came (one of the rehab centers had called the cops on her mom to make sure she wasn’t harming herself) and Poppy finally managed to get a hold of her dad, everything just froze for Poppy. Her mother went to rehab until the week before Poppy’s fifteenth birthday, but that wasn’t what the problem was for Poppy. She discovered that, in her time of need, she was having a hard time connecting with her friends. They would tell her that “it would be alright” and that “at least your mom is getting better” but that didn’t satisfy Poppy – they felt distant.
After her mom was released, Poppy’s dad got a new job in Wales and the O’Conner family jumped at the chance to go for it was “a new start.”
Other: Poppy is terrified of not being able to control herself (therefore, she stays away from drugs, alcohol and such and such) |
52,964 | 1,435 | 103 | 1,046 | 4,333 | Belle blinked when she felt a hand on her shoulder and looked back to Poppy, watching her squirm nervously. She asked if Belle was okay...
Muse snorted a bit, knowing exactly what was in Belle's mind.
She smiled softly and replied to Poppy, **"Thank you."** A small thank you, just to let Poppy know she was glad for her help. She didn't want to say she was fine, something about Poppy's tone told her that for Poppy, Belle needed to be scared. As if the act of being scared helped Poppy somehow.
It was sort of... endearing. She definitely needed to do a piece on Poppy somehow. The girl was far too interesting. Mostly because she wasn't. She was normal, more normal than most of the people in the room, but that in itself made her special. By being normal, she was special. And interesting thought.
**"Maybe, we should leave? It's all sort of making me uncomfortable."** Belle fibbed, sending Poppy an awkward look, as if to show her lack of comfort. **"I don't feel well being here anymore."** She lied, turning to face Poppy, her arms pulled into her lap and her legs pulled together, a sign of insecurity. She pulled her body in a bit, hunched over. People always tried to fit themselves into the least amount of space they could when frightened or nervous. As if trying to escape the situation that way. At least, that was what her mouth had always done.
Tilting her head down, Belle continued, **"I really... I really want to leave."** To Belle, she was lying. But somewhere deep down, she knew that these were her true feelings but this was the only way she knew how to deal with it. Pretend that this was all a story and she was merely a character created by a greater being out there, an author, a mind. | **Name:** Isabelle "Belle" Freyone
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**Age:** 17
**Gender:** Female
**Personality:** Belle is known to be the loner. She does enjoy the company of others, but for whatever reason she will often times run off on her own to do her own thing. Not much is known about what she does but all know that it usually has something to do with the fine arts. She will often times lock herself up in her room to work on something, or even one of the classrooms, and will stay there for days.
**Talent:**
_Fine Arts_: Belle is what one would call a crazed artist. Whether it's painting, drawing, music, or literature, Belle has dabbled in it all. She will often times become 'enlightened' by her 'Muse' and leave suddenly to go work on something.
_Muse_: Belle has an imaginary friend she calls Muse who talks to her and gives her ideas. He's mostly just a voice inside her head but sometimes he appears to give her characters inspiration or inspiration for a drawing, or a music piece.
**Ability:**
_Paint/Sing_: Belle can use paint, ink, or her voice to inspire an emotion. She throws paint/ink onto someone and they suddenly are overcome by a certain emotion, be it sadness, fear or happiness. She can also do this through song. (Credit to idea goes to my good friend 'FaithRose')
_Listen_: Belle has very good ears and can hear whether or not someone is being honest. She can use this skill, along with another similar skill, to ascertain the intentions of someone.
_Heart's Song_: Belle can feel/hear the heart's song of the people around her. Through this, she can know if someone is sad, happy, or feeling vindictive. She can also hear these songs from anywhere in the school within about a 5 mile radius. Sometimes it can be a blessing and sometimes a curse and she finds it very hard to zero in on a certain song.
**Bio:**
Belle grew up in an abusive home. She, herself, was never physically abused but she definitely was mentally abused in many ways. Her father was an alcoholic and would often beat her mother and blame Belle for it, saying she was the reason he had to do this to her.
The only way Belle was able to cope was when she ran away from home. That day, she found an abandoned home with books, art and writing aplenty. There, she met Him, her Muse. He stood in the door way, standing tall like a King and greeted her. He played games with her, made her feel like a princess. They played and played and played. That day, her parents found her, but since she has found ways to sneak out to this place and play with her Muse. Eventually, he even followed her home.
Since, Belle has been shipped off to Wales, to attend a school her grandfather suggested to her mother. She, and Muse, seem to like there but tend to keep to themselves for the most part.
**Other:**
Belle dislikes technology and will avoid it if at all possible but she does use a laptop for some of her writing and has a cell phone for practical purposes. |
52,965 | 1,435 | 104 | 2,465 | 3,276 | Harold took one note of the rest of the room, and only raised an eyebrow. It wasn't like he was going to freak out more. He could already tell he was likely to get his ass handed back to him, baked, fried, *and* stired. So there wasn't any point in getting more worked up. But the fact that Thisa was trying to stand up for **him** just made life so much more confusing. He wanted to help his friend, sure. But that is a hell of a lot harder to do when said friend is trying to keep *you* from helping *her.* It was also annoying. Really, Harold was finally doing something and it's *now* that he has to get kicked out of the way? He just wanted to help his best friend damnit! And he'd be damned if he backed down to this tiny girl. Nope, he wouldn't run just because of how screwed he was *just because* she was a tiny girl. Tiny girls automatically can kick *at least* twice as much ass as a normal girl. Who also, automatically can kick twice as much ass as a normal guy, etc. So, basically, as a nerdy guy who was weaker than the normal guy....he was basically screwed about 8 or so times over. Wonderful. At least the math helped Harold's nervousness a small amount.
Harold looked over his shoulder to Thisa, who was pulling his arm back and arguing with him to stop him from defending the both of them. He muttered to Thisa, who was standing very close to him and all, allowing for slightly more private words: "Thisa, I am unable to disengage from this fight at the moment. I am thrilled that you seem willing to care about the health and safety as one such as myself, howver I am still unable to back down from this Ms. At least, not after the words she has spoken to us." Harold remained firm in his desire. He wouldn't give up here, and he'd do his best to help them both. As such, he moved back in front of her, blocking her from Louise, and Louise from her. "And I will not back down from this. You may not wish of it Thisa, but as your friend, I cannot allow you to suffer without at least trying to assit you, and if possible, make your burden lighter. Even if that means I have to share a portion of it myself." Harold gave her a small, nervous grin at that, and turned back to Louise after a moment of thought.
When Harold went over Louise's words once more, he formulated the best responses he could for who he was: "Ahm....Ms. Louise, even if she were the only person to have utalized her...." Harold used finger quotes, as he had no idea what this was: ""ability"....for violent intentions, it is as well that the child utalized what I can safely assume to be his own, for purposes of sexual harassment. Are you truely saying that a woman keeping herself and her body protected against such assaults? She, herself, was just enjoying a normal lunch hour, when he started this whole affair by sticking his legs out of her scarf without warning." Harold did his best to defend Thisa and her actions, obviously trying to show them in a logical, and normal reaction type of light. Not that he knew how often Michael did things like this. He was just trying his best with what he had on hand. Then he moved on to himself. "As well, Mr. Lietman, himself was absorbed in his apperent will to fight, completely ignoring the obvious signs of stress that Thisa held, and commited himself to getting his *boss* to play judge. You wish for me to reason why I did nothing to assist her? It is simple: Thisa is more than capable of taking care of herself, and to insinuate that I do not believe that, and as such should have quote *protected her* unquote, is insulting to me. It is not as if every man nor woman here is incapable of defending oneself, and as such it is not the job of another to try and be naive heroes or something of the sort." Harold was on a roll with his arguments. He didn't care if they weren't the best, weren't going to let him win, etc. He just was going to defend them. He damn well wasn't going down with a fight, and a verbal battle was sadly his best playing field besides gaming, hacking, etc. Those didn't count here.
Harold finally went on to conclude his argument with: "And Ms. Louise, you seem to lack one very obvious and key detail as to why I would fail to do anything. I am a mostly useless in the real world currently. And I will admit that wholeheartedly, for if you do not know your own faults, and accept that they exist, then you fail to be prepared to deal with any situation. As well, I am unsuited to dealing with a situation such as this. I lack any talent or ability necessary to assist in keeping the child from sexually harassing Thisa, nor do I possess the strength necessary to hold Mr. Lietman away from her. The most apperent of any capablities that I hold, happen to lay in talking to the Machine that she built. Thus, it was the only real place that I would be capable of assisting in the handling of the situation. And I do not wish to play a...." Finger quotes""Knight in shining armor," however I do wish to assist my friend in any way that I can now. For now is a time where I could possibly assist her once more." Harold concluded, hoping that he **didn't** make the situation worse. | Name: Saoji Makami
Age:
15
Gender: Male
Personality:
Humble and wise. Knows how to choose his battles. Usually analyzes the behavior in those around him; and predicts the person they truly are.
Talent:
Saoji found that he is able to persuade many unskilled individuals to his cause by telling them harsh truths about reality. "Unlocking the mind" as what others may call it. He is able to debate with someone until they finally give in and agrees with him. He believes that the world around them has been corrupted, therefore, he uses this as a means of making the world a better place. However, ever since attending the school, this task has been difficult for him. Everyone seems to have their own agenda, therefore, convincing them to change for the better has been a tough one. Also, if one individual's mind is strong enough, he is not able to convince them of anything.
Ability:
Dream sequences - The ability to give an individual a dream like state if the individual is caught daydreaming or is asleep. Within these sequences, he can manipulate the dream into whatever he desires. Usually he would make someone dream of a world without evil and corruption. Sometimes, he may even joke around and manipulate one's own desires and use that against them in the real world. While giving the dream state, his pupils turn hazel and he becomes focused on the individuals.
Bio:
Saoji Mikami, one of many students who has a superior sense of reasoning. Saoji grew up with a healthy set of parents, however, he considered himself the black sheep between his older brother and older sister. He clung to the shadows, paranoid of the violent world around him. He found that he was very passive, but when confronted, he becomes aggressive. He seems to know a bit of martial arts as well. Before attending the school, his father allowed him to have his most precious hand crafted sword made of a special material. When sticking to the shadows, Saoji keeps this sword on hand. He grew up believing that many around him were below him mentally, as if they've shown no proof of being smart to live safely. His father, unknowingly to him, had enemies. His father owned a growing company that many others wanted for themselves. Fortunately, his father was able to evade the assassination attempts but failed to keep Saoji safe since he was attending the school. Saoji is now aware that there was no way he could contact his family any longer, they were far away with no record of their whereabouts...Saoji is alone. His father's enemies started coming after him, therefore, he protects himself with the training his father gave him, his sword, and using the shadows to his advantage. He's not sure if the other students are aware of his secluded being, but if they are not...a potential dangers could threaten the entire school. |
52,966 | 1,435 | 105 | 554 | 1,584 | Harold was really trying, Thisa could respect that act in of itself... but he did go against what she wanted, to be honest what happened was leagues better then what she expected, still not great. By this point her emotions have normalized, she was able to think clearly again although by no means cheerful, Thisa remained very somber. She lightly pushed Harold out of the way after speaking a few words to him, "You've tried, and thank you, but I have to speak for myself." Thisa once again stood in front of Louise.
Normally she would have been terrorized to be speaking face to face with the marshal herself, but after the recent events Thisa couldn't muster a single trace of strong emotion, in turn this resulted in some kind of courage. She looked Louise in the eye, took a deep breath, then started, "I don't want to debate any of this, there is nothing to debate, there are dozens of witnesses who seen the same thing, and I agree with them. I have... a temper when pushed, that is no excuse as I should be in control regardless, I did summon my knight out of anger, it was summoned with the intent of harm. I realize I have broken laws and punishment is just. I however have two requests despite whatever the outcome may be, one Harold is not blamed for any action, or inaction on his part."
"Second I must be the one to restore the cafeteria." Thisa pointed to the pile of metal that was used to animate her machine. "One factor of my ability is once a machine is dissembled anything that was used in its creation returns to its original form, as you can see everything is how it was before. I want to personally find the owners of each personal object to return it, I also want to store away any cafeteria items like trays, and silverware back to its proper place. This is my mess and I believe it is needless to say I must clean it." Thisa bowed her head, "Beyond that of course is whatever judgment you see fit I, if possible, want my two requests fulfilled." She closed her mouth and stepped back. Thisa had the suspension that no matter what she says Louise would just hammer her down, and she mentally prepared for such. | Name: Saoji Makami
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Personality: Humble and wise. Knows how to choose his battles. Usually analyzes the behavior in those around him; and predicts the person they truly are.
Talent: Saoji found that he is able to persuade many unskilled individuals to his cause by telling them harsh truths about reality. "Unlocking the mind" as what others may call it. He is able to debate with someone until they finally give in and agrees with him. He believes that the world around them has been corrupted, therefore, he uses this as a means of making the world a better place. However, ever since attending the school, this task has been difficult for him. Everyone seems to have their own agenda, therefore, convincing them to change for the better has been a tough one. Also, if one individual's mind is strong enough, he is not able to convince them of anything.
Ability: Dream sequences - The ability to give an individual a dream like state if the individual is caught daydreaming or is asleep. Within these sequences, he can manipulate the dream into whatever he desires. Usually he would make someone dream of a world without evil and corruption. Sometimes, he may even joke around and manipulate one's own desires and use that against them in the real world. While giving the dream state, his pupils turn hazel and he becomes focused on the individuals.
Bio: Saoji Mikami, one of many students who has a superior sense of reasoning. Saoji grew up with a healthy set of parents, however, he considered himself the black sheep between his older brother and older sister. He clung to the shadows, paranoid of the violent world around him. He found that he was very passive, but when confronted, he becomes aggressive. He seems to know a bit of martial arts as well. Before attending the school, his father allowed him to have his most precious hand crafted sword made of a special material. When sticking to the shadows, Saoji keeps this sword on hand. He grew up believing that many around him were below him mentally, as if they've shown no proof of being smart to live safely. His father, unknowingly to him, had enemies. His father owned a growing company that many others wanted for themselves. Fortunately, his father was able to evade the assassination attempts but failed to keep Saoji safe since he was attending the school. Saoji is now aware that there was no way he could contact his family any longer, they were far away with no record of their whereabouts...Saoji is alone. His father's enemies started coming after him, therefore, he protects himself with the training his father gave him, his sword, and using the shadows to his advantage. He's not sure if the other students are aware of his secluded being, but if they are not...a potential dangers could threaten the entire school. |
52,967 | 1,435 | 106 | 2,465 | 3,276 | Harold realized that he was badly beaten. He may have been able to try to continue, but there would have been no point. He had forgotten that Thisa had a will of her own, and that this wasn't just a normal game. This was that horrible game called "Reality," and he sucked at it. Thisa wasn't just some NPC that needed protecting or assisting, or anything for that matter. She was another player, and she knew, at least kind of, what she was doing. When she gently pushed him to the side, Harold bowed his head in deafet, and moved back, whispering: "I apologize Thisa." Before he stepped out of her way.
After a moment, he listened to Thisa's requests, and was generally ready to protest once more, but he thought better of it. He'd already disrespected her own freedom and authority over her life, and he would have to accept her own infingement in return.
After Louise had pointed out how badly he had tossed aside Thisa, Harold felt his emotions slip away once more. He was back to normal, well, normal for Harold anyway, and as such would do his best not to make another scene. He silently went back to his normal "Stare and Wait" routine, and turned it on Louise, awaiting her verdict after his argument with her....argument, may not be the completely appropriate word for the matter, but Harold wasn't up for finding the right one. He gave another small sigh, and comtinued with what he was doing. | Name: Saoji Makami
Age:
15
Gender: Male
Personality:
Humble and wise. Knows how to choose his battles. Usually analyzes the behavior in those around him; and predicts the person they truly are.
Talent:
Saoji found that he is able to persuade many unskilled individuals to his cause by telling them harsh truths about reality. "Unlocking the mind" as what others may call it. He is able to debate with someone until they finally give in and agrees with him. He believes that the world around them has been corrupted, therefore, he uses this as a means of making the world a better place. However, ever since attending the school, this task has been difficult for him. Everyone seems to have their own agenda, therefore, convincing them to change for the better has been a tough one. Also, if one individual's mind is strong enough, he is not able to convince them of anything.
Ability:
Dream sequences - The ability to give an individual a dream like state if the individual is caught daydreaming or is asleep. Within these sequences, he can manipulate the dream into whatever he desires. Usually he would make someone dream of a world without evil and corruption. Sometimes, he may even joke around and manipulate one's own desires and use that against them in the real world. While giving the dream state, his pupils turn hazel and he becomes focused on the individuals.
Bio:
Saoji Mikami, one of many students who has a superior sense of reasoning. Saoji grew up with a healthy set of parents, however, he considered himself the black sheep between his older brother and older sister. He clung to the shadows, paranoid of the violent world around him. He found that he was very passive, but when confronted, he becomes aggressive. He seems to know a bit of martial arts as well. Before attending the school, his father allowed him to have his most precious hand crafted sword made of a special material. When sticking to the shadows, Saoji keeps this sword on hand. He grew up believing that many around him were below him mentally, as if they've shown no proof of being smart to live safely. His father, unknowingly to him, had enemies. His father owned a growing company that many others wanted for themselves. Fortunately, his father was able to evade the assassination attempts but failed to keep Saoji safe since he was attending the school. Saoji is now aware that there was no way he could contact his family any longer, they were far away with no record of their whereabouts...Saoji is alone. His father's enemies started coming after him, therefore, he protects himself with the training his father gave him, his sword, and using the shadows to his advantage. He's not sure if the other students are aware of his secluded being, but if they are not...a potential dangers could threaten the entire school. |
52,968 | 1,435 | 107 | 554 | 1,584 | Harold felt pretty stupid when he heard what the punishment was. (I suppose I just thought it'd be a little harsher based upon how the crowd responded....). It was at that moment when Harold realized that he'd effective been duped by the population of this school. Harold suddenly was a lot more displeased with life. But, he only shook his head side to side and quirked an eyebrow up at Louise's question and Lietman's state respectively. He realized that Louise really had left him out of the punishment, and although he was relieved at that, he also wasn't sure if he should help Thisa out or not. Mostly with the cleaning. She could do the social part. Yup, Harold was still the same self-centered asshole underneath all of the wannabeness. (Oh well. I guess I'll just utalize my oppotunities the same way I always have....). And as such, he felt that Thisa was likely to realize that Harold has a bit of a procrastination streak when it came to major work. That, and that he hated socializing. With a burning passion.
He gavve a grim grin to Louise though. Surprised at what she could do with just a touch, a little fearful at what she'd do to him should he ever actually piss her off, and at how relatively light she would punish Thisa after how sharp she was in that....unnamed event. Harold wasn't sure how to feel about that. Maybe he should also look into finding the debate club around here....it might do him some good in the future. | Name: Saoji Makami
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Personality: Humble and wise. Knows how to choose his battles. Usually analyzes the behavior in those around him; and predicts the person they truly are.
Talent: Saoji found that he is able to persuade many unskilled individuals to his cause by telling them harsh truths about reality. "Unlocking the mind" as what others may call it. He is able to debate with someone until they finally give in and agrees with him. He believes that the world around them has been corrupted, therefore, he uses this as a means of making the world a better place. However, ever since attending the school, this task has been difficult for him. Everyone seems to have their own agenda, therefore, convincing them to change for the better has been a tough one. Also, if one individual's mind is strong enough, he is not able to convince them of anything.
Ability: Dream sequences - The ability to give an individual a dream like state if the individual is caught daydreaming or is asleep. Within these sequences, he can manipulate the dream into whatever he desires. Usually he would make someone dream of a world without evil and corruption. Sometimes, he may even joke around and manipulate one's own desires and use that against them in the real world. While giving the dream state, his pupils turn hazel and he becomes focused on the individuals.
Bio: Saoji Mikami, one of many students who has a superior sense of reasoning. Saoji grew up with a healthy set of parents, however, he considered himself the black sheep between his older brother and older sister. He clung to the shadows, paranoid of the violent world around him. He found that he was very passive, but when confronted, he becomes aggressive. He seems to know a bit of martial arts as well. Before attending the school, his father allowed him to have his most precious hand crafted sword made of a special material. When sticking to the shadows, Saoji keeps this sword on hand. He grew up believing that many around him were below him mentally, as if they've shown no proof of being smart to live safely. His father, unknowingly to him, had enemies. His father owned a growing company that many others wanted for themselves. Fortunately, his father was able to evade the assassination attempts but failed to keep Saoji safe since he was attending the school. Saoji is now aware that there was no way he could contact his family any longer, they were far away with no record of their whereabouts...Saoji is alone. His father's enemies started coming after him, therefore, he protects himself with the training his father gave him, his sword, and using the shadows to his advantage. He's not sure if the other students are aware of his secluded being, but if they are not...a potential dangers could threaten the entire school. |
52,969 | 1,435 | 108 | 2,176 | 944 | One step forward, and Cadwal's mirthless voice immediately rang inside ( mind.
_"Don't help ( ( are being punished."_
_"But..."_ Tim ventured, but he could not help but find himself in agreement. He hadn't yet brought his other foot forward, but when he did, it wasn't to take another step.
_"But what?"_
_"Eh, nevermind. You're right,"_ the boy conceded.
So it was then that, in the aftermath of the conflict, and in the absence of anything particularly purposeful to do, Timothy Aquinas anticlimactically looked around and discovered a nearby vending machine. Stepping over a small piece of debris and ridding himself of a bit of cash, he procured from it a cold can of Nescafé, which he quickly opened and sipped from. The coffee's bitterness blended well with the sweetness of artificial flavoring, as always. May God bless Nestlé for this addictive drink.
_"That's the third can today,"_ Cadwal commented. _"You're not addicted to caffeine now, are you?"_
_"Look around, Cadwal. Everything's a mess."_ He took a sip. _"Coffee calms me down."_
_"Uh-huh,"_ the ghostly knight said cryptically. _"Anyway, are you not going back to your quarters soon? Everything seems to be resolved."_
_"Not yet. I kind of wanna gawk around a little. Maybe talk to those two."_ | ##Timothy “Tim” Aquinas##
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**Description:**
!( "Timothy")
An unassuming youth with pale skin, brown hair and emerald eyes, Timothy is lean and rather thin. Thin-framed eyeglasses sit upon the bridge of his nose, windows to eyes that brighten up in a charming, childlike way when he smiles. He stands at a good 6’0” tall, and prefers simple clothing: many of his shirts are black or grey and without print, and the ones that do have only minimalistic designs. His pants and other apparel are equally unassuming. But never is he seen without his only apparent accessory: a small pendant in the shape of an elaborate Celtic crucifix of silver, hanging from his neck by a chain.
Described by Cadwal as having a "cherub's melody," Timothy has a deceptively effeminate voice.
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**Age:** 16
**Gender:** Male
---
**Personality:**
*“Not to us, O Lord, not to us, but to Your Name give glory.”*
The foremost thing one might notice about Timothy is his zeal. A devout Catholic, he is well-read in the Bible and zealous. And unlike some others, Timothy has taken the teachings of the Scripture to heart, making him a genuinely friendly and caring person. Love his neighbor, love his enemy? Timothy most certainly does. Honest and loyal, his care for the well-being of others extends to the spiritual: he is convinced that those of heathen faiths – especially the People of the Book But Do Not Believe – and true unbelievers must be enlightened sooner or later. Then there are the Ones Who Come in His Name but Twist His Words, like Westboro, which he finds especially despicable.
Timothy is especially fond of literature, especially medieval history. He knows full well how Duke Enrique of Savoy invaded Monferatto from the Duke of Mantua as he had run out of patience with waiting for Emperor Rudolf of the Holy Roman Empire to answer his petition to have the mentioned territory transferred to the custody of his daughter, Margherita, as she was kicked out of the Mantuan Duke’s court for not having sired a child for her husband, the Duke’s late brother, before he died. Always hungry for more knowledge, his learning of this subject which he most adores is supplemented by the Holy Ghosts whom he summons and who are more than willing to answer his many, many questions. They may also be the reason why his favorite video game is Medieval II: Total War.
Quite softspoken, the mildness of his words is such that people are often left cynically wondering whether or not Timothy is mocking them. The sincerity with which he prays before eating his meals is viewed by some as merely an exaggeration: a mockery of those who practice Christianity. However, Timothy does not practice deceit. What he does is honest.
He believes his unique ability to summon fallen Crusaders is given to him by God.
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**Talent:**
*Esoteric Knowledge:* Timothy is well-read in obscure history books, and can regurgitate most of what he has learned, knowledge extracted from the literary works of people Like E.B Sledge, Sir Arthur Lloyd, and Peter H. Wilson. But, ever humble, Timothy only shares what he knows when the situation calls for it.
*Communicatio Larvali:* Timothy can communicate with summoned Holy Ghosts telepathically, surmounting any distance and time and in pure thought, eliminating the language barrier. Cadwal is a special case, and is an exception to the rule.
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**Ability:**
_Legiones Ecclesiae:_ At his command, Timothy can call forth Holy Ghosts of the most proactive members of the Church-Militant, namely, Crusaders. Having had this unique gift since early childhood, he has improved the ability in that he can keep indefinitely one Holy Ghost and dispel them at his whim. With a whispered plea and holding a holy symbol of Christianity (like a cross, or his pendant), Timothy beckons the departed souls of those who killed and died in the name of Christ from the ether and into the worldly earth. Fading into existence, they are then at the summoner's beck and call. However, the summoned are picked at random: Timothy does not yet have the ability to call specific people.
_Holy Ghosts_ are the summoned spirits of Christian martyrs. These can be an unknown Crusader or even someone famous like Joan of Arc. Partly transparent, hued an otherworldly blue, and possessed of bright, glowing eyes, these entities are twice as strong and fast as a man and immune to pain – but not harm. While they are ghosts in a sense, they are still shackled to following the laws of physics. However, they do not need their spectral organs to live as they are already dead. Therefore, a bullet is most effective at tearing a Holy Ghost's tendons than holing their heart.
Maintaining a Holy Ghost is done automatically by the soul but at the expense of the body. Timothy is completely alright with one summoned, but is easily winded when he has summoned two. At three and four, he is forced to sit down, with him being pale at the latter. Having five summoned simultaneously will knock him to deathly unconsciousness and will take heavy tolls on his health. While Timothy can keep one Holy Ghost indefinitely, having two or more will strain Timothy's soul so much that after fifteen minutes, they will be forcibly dispelled.
Holy Ghosts are summoned with what they had on their person the moment of their death. While her visit could potentially be a very enlightening experience, Joan of Arc would not fight at her fullest since she wore a dress during her death at the pyre. Crusaders who died in battle are more valuable in that they are usually in full gear when summoned. However, all are prized and valuable relics of the past, and some of them possess ancient knowledge no longer available in the present.
It would appear that Holy Ghosts have lost much of their personality during their centuries in limbo. What they haven't lost, however, is hatred of the heathen, the unbeliever, and the heretic.
Holy Ghosts, being soul-bound to their summoner, are able to communicate with Tim telepathically in pure thoughts, defeating language barriers.
Holy Ghosts can be seen, heard and touched by other people. However, they don't feel much due to their slightly incorporeal properties. They mimic the natural body temperature of a human being, but have got no odor of their own.
_Cadwal of Godwyn_ is a deceased English Crusader knight who perished in the First Crusade, struck down by an arrow to his thigh, knocking him off his horse, that subsequently became gangrenous and from which he did not recover. Acting as a sort of guardian angel, even he himself is not sure what is exactly at work as he shares his mind and soul with Timothy, acting as the boy's second conscience and trying to steer him towards the right path.
Cadwal "sleeps," becoming completely inactive for four hours each day. This is to relieve some of the stress of Timothy's soul from having to maintain another thought-form. Cadwal does his best to time this with Timothy's regular sleeping hours.
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**Bio:**
Born to two middle-class parents as the middle child of a litter of two boys and one girl, there isn't much to say about Timothy, considering his overall and overwhelming averageness which is offset only by his unique and (as he believes) God-given ability. While he was baptized, going to Church was never something routine for his family. Therefore, he sees his powers as a gift from God when they emerged when he was six years old.
Like many children, he thought up an imaginary friend. It was a knight, and his young mind could only describe it as "blue" and "like glass." When he was alone, he would play with the knight, and started a little game with his older brother and younger sister when he introduced the knight to them, and they made their own imaginary friends. Little did Timothy know, however, that his siblings' imagined creations were far different to what he had, for as time went on, the knight's responses became purely his own, and Timothy slowly lost the need to parrot them. Like another person living in his head, the knight would comment on day-to-day life, and when the young Timothy eyed upon a Bible, the knight energetically pleaded the boy to read it.
As little Tim read, his young mind was full of questions even from the starting book of Genesis. He would ask the knight in his head, who formally introduced himself as Cadwal of Godwyn, to explain it all for him, and he spent so many sleepless nights doing this sort of cooperative storytelling that his mother became worried at his lack of sleep and consulted a physician. On his third grade of elementary school, his family had to move elsewhere, and he was saddened by the sudden loss of friends; but Cadwal was always there and would never leave his mind. Upon his insistence, his father took him to Church one day, and was deeply happy at finally worshiping at a proper place.
As he became older and thus more aware of the sheer unnaturality of his unique ability, Tim wondered if he could do more with it. Praying to God, and after consulting Cadwal, he tried to call out an angel to advise him on what to do when his parents were divorcing. However, the only being that faded into existence was not a magnificent scion of Heaven, but a short-lasting, flickering blue ghost of a woman in armor. Timothy could not but gasp "Who are you?" at the figure, who replied with a sagely "Who I am is not important. But your faith in God is," before fading back into nothingness.
Encouraged by Cadwal, Timothy was henceforth convinced of his being blessed. Ever since then, he has been practicing and perfecting this unique ability of his by prayer and meditation.
Speaking with wizened words, Timothy prevented his parents' divorce by driving them to tears as he preached about the sanctity and inviolability of the oaths a couple takes in their marriage ceremony, with the help of his two beloved siblings.
---
**Other:**
Drowning in early adolescent male hormones, Timothy wanted to masturbate once (just to try it) but was halted by Cadwal (whom he thought was sleeping), who lectured him fiercely of the value of the "seed" and how it must not be wasted. |
52,970 | 1,435 | 109 | 554 | 1,584 | Harold nodded and grinned slighty at Thisa. "It was not a problem for me to try to aid you. I apologize for not doing so beforehand when it would have been best, as well as not respecting your wishes. It was my own failure that caused this, and as such, I shall assist you in cleaning up the cafeterria. And do not worry too much about your state of dress at the moment, I doubt anyone who was not a pervert was occupied with the drama from beforehand." Harold noticed her state and proceeded to blush and keep his eyes away from the ground at all times. He also nodded once more at her suggestion, not even phased by the sudden change in character. Harold himself was still shaking from the confrontation, and probably would be for a little while longer.
While keeping his mind off of what just occured and what the others might have thought, Harold felt a small amount of his nervous energy fade away. He'd help Thisa out, find his room, and then settle in for a bit maybe. Checking over his laptop would be a key event in the following hours. He took most of the random metal items that had been used to build the Knight, and placed them on a table off to the side, allowing for better cleanup of the damaged area. Once that was done, he quickly grabbed his laptop, placed it next to his bag, and set the pair's stuff up to be ready to go whenever they planned on leaving. Afterwords, he awaited Thisa's return so they could get started on cleaning up this area. | Name: Saoji Makami
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Personality: Humble and wise. Knows how to choose his battles. Usually analyzes the behavior in those around him; and predicts the person they truly are.
Talent: Saoji found that he is able to persuade many unskilled individuals to his cause by telling them harsh truths about reality. "Unlocking the mind" as what others may call it. He is able to debate with someone until they finally give in and agrees with him. He believes that the world around them has been corrupted, therefore, he uses this as a means of making the world a better place. However, ever since attending the school, this task has been difficult for him. Everyone seems to have their own agenda, therefore, convincing them to change for the better has been a tough one. Also, if one individual's mind is strong enough, he is not able to convince them of anything.
Ability: Dream sequences - The ability to give an individual a dream like state if the individual is caught daydreaming or is asleep. Within these sequences, he can manipulate the dream into whatever he desires. Usually he would make someone dream of a world without evil and corruption. Sometimes, he may even joke around and manipulate one's own desires and use that against them in the real world. While giving the dream state, his pupils turn hazel and he becomes focused on the individuals.
Bio: Saoji Mikami, one of many students who has a superior sense of reasoning. Saoji grew up with a healthy set of parents, however, he considered himself the black sheep between his older brother and older sister. He clung to the shadows, paranoid of the violent world around him. He found that he was very passive, but when confronted, he becomes aggressive. He seems to know a bit of martial arts as well. Before attending the school, his father allowed him to have his most precious hand crafted sword made of a special material. When sticking to the shadows, Saoji keeps this sword on hand. He grew up believing that many around him were below him mentally, as if they've shown no proof of being smart to live safely. His father, unknowingly to him, had enemies. His father owned a growing company that many others wanted for themselves. Fortunately, his father was able to evade the assassination attempts but failed to keep Saoji safe since he was attending the school. Saoji is now aware that there was no way he could contact his family any longer, they were far away with no record of their whereabouts...Saoji is alone. His father's enemies started coming after him, therefore, he protects himself with the training his father gave him, his sword, and using the shadows to his advantage. He's not sure if the other students are aware of his secluded being, but if they are not...a potential dangers could threaten the entire school. |
52,971 | 1,435 | 110 | 2,176 | 944 | ( had indeed made true on his decisions and gawked around, chatting a bit with his fellow bystanders, Nescafé in hand. His inquiries were, for the most part, about how the cafeteria had become a warzone exactly. Apparently, one of the rulers, a guy named Michael, had acted like a pervert around ( and, as a consequence, ticked her off like an atom bomb -- which surprised him quite a bit. She didn't seem at first glance to be a girl with such a temper.
But now he had finished his drink, and so he bid one last look at the offender and her ( before exiting the facility. Crushing the can, he disposed of it as briskly as he walked to the dorms.
"What a day," he said tiredly, as he shut the door behind him. "Taking advantage of my heart was one thing, making a battlefield of the school was another."
The bed sighed, a queer "pomf" sound escaping from the mattress, as the tired boy plopped upon it face-up.
_"Well, the day is over, at least."_ Cadwal encouraged. _"I'm feeling tired myself. Hm, I think I'll just get some shut-eye right now."_
"This early again?" Tim, enjoying privacy, gave physical voice to his replies to Cadwal.
_"I don't sleep eight hours like you do, and following your sleep schedule is a pain in the arse. Oh well, goodnight, lad."_
"Night."
His mind, at that very point, then became eerily quiet, and lacking of presence. | ##Timothy “Tim” Aquinas##
---
**Description:**
!( "Timothy")
An unassuming youth with pale skin, brown hair and emerald eyes, Timothy is lean and rather thin. Thin-framed eyeglasses sit upon the bridge of his nose, windows to eyes that brighten up in a charming, childlike way when he smiles. He stands at a good 6’0” tall, and prefers simple clothing: many of his shirts are black or grey and without print, and the ones that do have only minimalistic designs. His pants and other apparel are equally unassuming. But never is he seen without his only apparent accessory: a small pendant in the shape of an elaborate Celtic crucifix of silver, hanging from his neck by a chain.
Described by Cadwal as having a "cherub's melody," Timothy has a deceptively effeminate voice.
---
**Age:** 16
**Gender:** Male
---
**Personality:**
*“Not to us, O Lord, not to us, but to Your Name give glory.”*
The foremost thing one might notice about Timothy is his zeal. A devout Catholic, he is well-read in the Bible and zealous. And unlike some others, Timothy has taken the teachings of the Scripture to heart, making him a genuinely friendly and caring person. Love his neighbor, love his enemy? Timothy most certainly does. Honest and loyal, his care for the well-being of others extends to the spiritual: he is convinced that those of heathen faiths – especially the People of the Book But Do Not Believe – and true unbelievers must be enlightened sooner or later. Then there are the Ones Who Come in His Name but Twist His Words, like Westboro, which he finds especially despicable.
Timothy is especially fond of literature, especially medieval history. He knows full well how Duke Enrique of Savoy invaded Monferatto from the Duke of Mantua as he had run out of patience with waiting for Emperor Rudolf of the Holy Roman Empire to answer his petition to have the mentioned territory transferred to the custody of his daughter, Margherita, as she was kicked out of the Mantuan Duke’s court for not having sired a child for her husband, the Duke’s late brother, before he died. Always hungry for more knowledge, his learning of this subject which he most adores is supplemented by the Holy Ghosts whom he summons and who are more than willing to answer his many, many questions. They may also be the reason why his favorite video game is Medieval II: Total War.
Quite softspoken, the mildness of his words is such that people are often left cynically wondering whether or not Timothy is mocking them. The sincerity with which he prays before eating his meals is viewed by some as merely an exaggeration: a mockery of those who practice Christianity. However, Timothy does not practice deceit. What he does is honest.
He believes his unique ability to summon fallen Crusaders is given to him by God.
---
**Talent:**
*Esoteric Knowledge:* Timothy is well-read in obscure history books, and can regurgitate most of what he has learned, knowledge extracted from the literary works of people Like E.B Sledge, Sir Arthur Lloyd, and Peter H. Wilson. But, ever humble, Timothy only shares what he knows when the situation calls for it.
*Communicatio Larvali:* Timothy can communicate with summoned Holy Ghosts telepathically, surmounting any distance and time and in pure thought, eliminating the language barrier. Cadwal is a special case, and is an exception to the rule.
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**Ability:**
_Legiones Ecclesiae:_ At his command, Timothy can call forth Holy Ghosts of the most proactive members of the Church-Militant, namely, Crusaders. Having had this unique gift since early childhood, he has improved the ability in that he can keep indefinitely one Holy Ghost and dispel them at his whim. With a whispered plea and holding a holy symbol of Christianity (like a cross, or his pendant), Timothy beckons the departed souls of those who killed and died in the name of Christ from the ether and into the worldly earth. Fading into existence, they are then at the summoner's beck and call. However, the summoned are picked at random: Timothy does not yet have the ability to call specific people.
_Holy Ghosts_ are the summoned spirits of Christian martyrs. These can be an unknown Crusader or even someone famous like Joan of Arc. Partly transparent, hued an otherworldly blue, and possessed of bright, glowing eyes, these entities are twice as strong and fast as a man and immune to pain – but not harm. While they are ghosts in a sense, they are still shackled to following the laws of physics. However, they do not need their spectral organs to live as they are already dead. Therefore, a bullet is most effective at tearing a Holy Ghost's tendons than holing their heart.
Maintaining a Holy Ghost is done automatically by the soul but at the expense of the body. Timothy is completely alright with one summoned, but is easily winded when he has summoned two. At three and four, he is forced to sit down, with him being pale at the latter. Having five summoned simultaneously will knock him to deathly unconsciousness and will take heavy tolls on his health. While Timothy can keep one Holy Ghost indefinitely, having two or more will strain Timothy's soul so much that after fifteen minutes, they will be forcibly dispelled.
Holy Ghosts are summoned with what they had on their person the moment of their death. While her visit could potentially be a very enlightening experience, Joan of Arc would not fight at her fullest since she wore a dress during her death at the pyre. Crusaders who died in battle are more valuable in that they are usually in full gear when summoned. However, all are prized and valuable relics of the past, and some of them possess ancient knowledge no longer available in the present.
It would appear that Holy Ghosts have lost much of their personality during their centuries in limbo. What they haven't lost, however, is hatred of the heathen, the unbeliever, and the heretic.
Holy Ghosts, being soul-bound to their summoner, are able to communicate with Tim telepathically in pure thoughts, defeating language barriers.
Holy Ghosts can be seen, heard and touched by other people. However, they don't feel much due to their slightly incorporeal properties. They mimic the natural body temperature of a human being, but have got no odor of their own.
_Cadwal of Godwyn_ is a deceased English Crusader knight who perished in the First Crusade, struck down by an arrow to his thigh, knocking him off his horse, that subsequently became gangrenous and from which he did not recover. Acting as a sort of guardian angel, even he himself is not sure what is exactly at work as he shares his mind and soul with Timothy, acting as the boy's second conscience and trying to steer him towards the right path.
Cadwal "sleeps," becoming completely inactive for four hours each day. This is to relieve some of the stress of Timothy's soul from having to maintain another thought-form. Cadwal does his best to time this with Timothy's regular sleeping hours.
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**Bio:**
Born to two middle-class parents as the middle child of a litter of two boys and one girl, there isn't much to say about Timothy, considering his overall and overwhelming averageness which is offset only by his unique and (as he believes) God-given ability. While he was baptized, going to Church was never something routine for his family. Therefore, he sees his powers as a gift from God when they emerged when he was six years old.
Like many children, he thought up an imaginary friend. It was a knight, and his young mind could only describe it as "blue" and "like glass." When he was alone, he would play with the knight, and started a little game with his older brother and younger sister when he introduced the knight to them, and they made their own imaginary friends. Little did Timothy know, however, that his siblings' imagined creations were far different to what he had, for as time went on, the knight's responses became purely his own, and Timothy slowly lost the need to parrot them. Like another person living in his head, the knight would comment on day-to-day life, and when the young Timothy eyed upon a Bible, the knight energetically pleaded the boy to read it.
As little Tim read, his young mind was full of questions even from the starting book of Genesis. He would ask the knight in his head, who formally introduced himself as Cadwal of Godwyn, to explain it all for him, and he spent so many sleepless nights doing this sort of cooperative storytelling that his mother became worried at his lack of sleep and consulted a physician. On his third grade of elementary school, his family had to move elsewhere, and he was saddened by the sudden loss of friends; but Cadwal was always there and would never leave his mind. Upon his insistence, his father took him to Church one day, and was deeply happy at finally worshiping at a proper place.
As he became older and thus more aware of the sheer unnaturality of his unique ability, Tim wondered if he could do more with it. Praying to God, and after consulting Cadwal, he tried to call out an angel to advise him on what to do when his parents were divorcing. However, the only being that faded into existence was not a magnificent scion of Heaven, but a short-lasting, flickering blue ghost of a woman in armor. Timothy could not but gasp "Who are you?" at the figure, who replied with a sagely "Who I am is not important. But your faith in God is," before fading back into nothingness.
Encouraged by Cadwal, Timothy was henceforth convinced of his being blessed. Ever since then, he has been practicing and perfecting this unique ability of his by prayer and meditation.
Speaking with wizened words, Timothy prevented his parents' divorce by driving them to tears as he preached about the sanctity and inviolability of the oaths a couple takes in their marriage ceremony, with the help of his two beloved siblings.
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**Other:**
Drowning in early adolescent male hormones, Timothy wanted to masturbate once (just to try it) but was halted by Cadwal (whom he thought was sleeping), who lectured him fiercely of the value of the "seed" and how it must not be wasted. |
52,972 | 1,435 | 111 | 156 | 2,749 | Poppy felt anger course through her: _not sexual assault?_ Ha, that was laughable.
_Sexual assault is any type of sexual contact or behavior that occurs without the explicit consent of the recipient. Falling under the definition of sexual assault are sexual activities as forced sexual intercourse, forcible sodomy, child molestation, incest, **fondling**, and attempted rape._
Maybe they should have put more emphasis on the fondling. Even if it wasn’t done with sexual intention, it was still sexual contact. But Poppy wouldn’t say anything. No, not yet, especially since that girl didn’t get too bad of a punishment. However, it should be noted, that if that shadow-guy ever did that trick on Poppy, she would raise more hell than that. Yes, she would even seek out that Louise girl and if she didn’t do anything, she would go to the authorities and make sure he was expelled. Or, at least that’s what Poppy was telling herself. Since he didn’t do the trick on her, and the blonde was quite sure that he learned his lesson and never will, no one would ever know her reaction. Poppy probably didn’t even know her reaction.
Sighing, Poppy smiled at Belle and nodded her head, fidgeting slightly. “Yeah, uh, let’s go somewhere. The library, uh, maybe?” She was quick to add, “Only if you want to I mean, we don’t have to go, I’m fine with anything. _Really.”_
Without waiting for a response, Poppy grabbed her pizza and a napkin – wise choice – and stood up, but not before knocking the chair backwards with the force of her stand. She scrambled to lift it back up on its legs and her bottom collided with the table behind her, hurting her tailbone in the process.
“Fuck!” Poppy cried, standing up and dropping the chair, rubbing her sore behind. | !( "Poppy O'Conner")
**Name:** Poppy O’Conner
**Age:** 16
**Gender:** Female
**Personality:** Poppy is an awkward girl who often says the wrong things when around people she doesn’t know well. When with friends, though, Poppy is loud, talkative, and, unfortunately, punny. She doesn’t understand the point of keeping things secret, so she has no qualms with saying exactly what is going on in her life or what of the likes if someone asks her. Poppy has the unfortunate habit of bottling up her emotions and, even when telling her “sob” story, keeps a straight face or shrugs it off when people ask her how she is feeling. The blonde has a hard time connecting with people on a personal level and when she attempts to express her sadness, she is often deterred by sympathetically distant responses. She is not particularly motivated to do anything and tries to find the easiest ways to do things. Her worst habit is procrastination and most of her work does not get done until the night before it’s due.
**Talent:**_ Learner_: Poppy learns new things with relative ease and has a near perfect memory where she can store all the new information. She dabbles in most genres of information and knows many random facts.
**Ability**: _Know-It-All_: By pressing her hand anywhere on a book, or anything that holds information, she can absorb the information and remember it completely. This gives her a higher level of intelligence than most. Due to absorbing psychology books and pamphlets, Poppy can easily read people by their body language. If an animal is sick? She can check for any symptoms of the million of diseases and illnesses in her knowledge. However, after absorbing too much information, Poppy gets queasy and dizzy; if she goes past that, though she never has so far, she would probably die.
**Bio:**
Poppy is an American and was born on an Air Force base in Florida. Her father is in the military and she has had to move around a lot for his work. Her parents were always busy with work – not that Poppy minded, because when they weren’t, the family was always hanging out – and so Poppy took up the habit of reading constantly. Because of her father’s work, Poppy’s dad would get deployed many times and Poppy would be stuck with her mother.
It wasn’t that Poppy didn’t like her mother, in fact, Poppy adored her mother...that is before her alcoholism came back after ten years of sobriety (she quit before Poppy was born). Her mother spiraled into a pit of depression and, in turn, Poppy too had begun to feel depressed. Later on, she was diagnosed with depression and anxiety and was prescribed medicine to take. Poppy, often than not, does not take her medicine because “it makes her feel funny.”
One day, when Poppy was fourteen and her father was home from deployment, the blonde girl came home to her mother crying in her bedroom, drunk as per usual, and attempting to call a rehab facility. Not knowing what to do, Poppy attempted to call her dad to help her, but he wasn’t picking up. After the police came (one of the rehab centers had called the cops on her mom to make sure she wasn’t harming herself) and Poppy finally managed to get a hold of her dad, everything just froze for Poppy. Her mother went to rehab until the week before Poppy’s fifteenth birthday, but that wasn’t what the problem was for Poppy. She discovered that, in her time of need, she was having a hard time connecting with her friends. They would tell her that “it would be alright” and that “at least your mom is getting better” but that didn’t satisfy Poppy – they felt distant.
After her mom was released, Poppy’s dad got a new job in Wales and the O’Conner family jumped at the chance to go for it was “a new start.”
Other: Poppy is terrified of not being able to control herself (therefore, she stays away from drugs, alcohol and such and such) |
52,973 | 1,435 | 112 | 1,046 | 4,333 | Belle had been watching the occurrences before them when she heard a distinct change in Poppy's Heart Song. Turning to look at her, she noticed an interesting expression on the girl's face. What did it mean though? Belle had no idea. Why would Poppy get so angry at something like that?
_Human hearts are such fickle things._ Muse sighed.
_You can say that again._
**"Hm... Why don't we go to my room. You said you were interested in my work and I need to go by that old classroom anyway and pick up my latest work."** Belle offered, snickering softly at Poppy's actions. Before long, her snickers turned into full blown chuckling. Her eyes closed and began to water as she held her sides, hurting as they were.
**"You're the best."** Belle spoke through her laughs, happy that she'd met this person. **"Sorry for laughing at you. Are you alright?"** She asked, unable to remove the small smile on her face as she looked up to Belle. She still sat in her seat, her legs crossed and her hands in her lap. | **Name:** Isabelle "Belle" Freyone
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**Age:** 17
**Gender:** Female
**Personality:** Belle is known to be the loner. She does enjoy the company of others, but for whatever reason she will often times run off on her own to do her own thing. Not much is known about what she does but all know that it usually has something to do with the fine arts. She will often times lock herself up in her room to work on something, or even one of the classrooms, and will stay there for days.
**Talent:**
_Fine Arts_: Belle is what one would call a crazed artist. Whether it's painting, drawing, music, or literature, Belle has dabbled in it all. She will often times become 'enlightened' by her 'Muse' and leave suddenly to go work on something.
_Muse_: Belle has an imaginary friend she calls Muse who talks to her and gives her ideas. He's mostly just a voice inside her head but sometimes he appears to give her characters inspiration or inspiration for a drawing, or a music piece.
**Ability:**
_Paint/Sing_: Belle can use paint, ink, or her voice to inspire an emotion. She throws paint/ink onto someone and they suddenly are overcome by a certain emotion, be it sadness, fear or happiness. She can also do this through song. (Credit to idea goes to my good friend 'FaithRose')
_Listen_: Belle has very good ears and can hear whether or not someone is being honest. She can use this skill, along with another similar skill, to ascertain the intentions of someone.
_Heart's Song_: Belle can feel/hear the heart's song of the people around her. Through this, she can know if someone is sad, happy, or feeling vindictive. She can also hear these songs from anywhere in the school within about a 5 mile radius. Sometimes it can be a blessing and sometimes a curse and she finds it very hard to zero in on a certain song.
**Bio:**
Belle grew up in an abusive home. She, herself, was never physically abused but she definitely was mentally abused in many ways. Her father was an alcoholic and would often beat her mother and blame Belle for it, saying she was the reason he had to do this to her.
The only way Belle was able to cope was when she ran away from home. That day, she found an abandoned home with books, art and writing aplenty. There, she met Him, her Muse. He stood in the door way, standing tall like a King and greeted her. He played games with her, made her feel like a princess. They played and played and played. That day, her parents found her, but since she has found ways to sneak out to this place and play with her Muse. Eventually, he even followed her home.
Since, Belle has been shipped off to Wales, to attend a school her grandfather suggested to her mother. She, and Muse, seem to like there but tend to keep to themselves for the most part.
**Other:**
Belle dislikes technology and will avoid it if at all possible but she does use a laptop for some of her writing and has a cell phone for practical purposes. |
52,974 | 1,435 | 113 | 156 | 2,749 | Poppy’s face burned brighter than ever. Man, why did she always have to make a fool of herself? Poppy smiled lopsidedly and willed the redness to go away, though it stayed for a substantial amount of time…at least enough time for Belle to see. To change the situation, Poppy grabbed Belle’s hand and began to pull her towards the dorm rooms.
“So, um, do you, uh, have any dogs? I don’t, but I like dogs. Well, actually, I, um, am more of a cat-person. But dogs are cool too. All God’s creatures and stuff, so, uh, yeah. Well is this your dorm room right here? Or is it here? Uh, or, uh, here?” It was like word vomit. Poppy couldn’t stop. The words just kept coming and coming, over and over again.
“Damn.” Poppy muttered under her breath, twirling on her foot so fast that Belle ran into her back. Poppy was the heavier of the two, however, and so they toppled to the floor with Poppy on top.
The first thought that entered Poppy’s mind was: _shit, shit, shit, shit._ The next? _God, I’m crushing her._ And the last thought? _Man, her cheek is warm._ And it was. It was insanely warm on Poppy’s lips, like a furnace burning through the pink flesh and Poppy felt like her lips were snuggling under a blanket, near a fireplace, with a full cup of hot chocolate. Poppy was so preoccupied with the warmness, that she forgot that she was crushing a poor girl underneath her. | !( "Poppy O'Conner")
**Name:** Poppy O’Conner
**Age:** 16
**Gender:** Female
**Personality:** Poppy is an awkward girl who often says the wrong things when around people she doesn’t know well. When with friends, though, Poppy is loud, talkative, and, unfortunately, punny. She doesn’t understand the point of keeping things secret, so she has no qualms with saying exactly what is going on in her life or what of the likes if someone asks her. Poppy has the unfortunate habit of bottling up her emotions and, even when telling her “sob” story, keeps a straight face or shrugs it off when people ask her how she is feeling. The blonde has a hard time connecting with people on a personal level and when she attempts to express her sadness, she is often deterred by sympathetically distant responses. She is not particularly motivated to do anything and tries to find the easiest ways to do things. Her worst habit is procrastination and most of her work does not get done until the night before it’s due.
**Talent:**_ Learner_: Poppy learns new things with relative ease and has a near perfect memory where she can store all the new information. She dabbles in most genres of information and knows many random facts.
**Ability**: _Know-It-All_: By pressing her hand anywhere on a book, or anything that holds information, she can absorb the information and remember it completely. This gives her a higher level of intelligence than most. Due to absorbing psychology books and pamphlets, Poppy can easily read people by their body language. If an animal is sick? She can check for any symptoms of the million of diseases and illnesses in her knowledge. However, after absorbing too much information, Poppy gets queasy and dizzy; if she goes past that, though she never has so far, she would probably die.
**Bio:**
Poppy is an American and was born on an Air Force base in Florida. Her father is in the military and she has had to move around a lot for his work. Her parents were always busy with work – not that Poppy minded, because when they weren’t, the family was always hanging out – and so Poppy took up the habit of reading constantly. Because of her father’s work, Poppy’s dad would get deployed many times and Poppy would be stuck with her mother.
It wasn’t that Poppy didn’t like her mother, in fact, Poppy adored her mother...that is before her alcoholism came back after ten years of sobriety (she quit before Poppy was born). Her mother spiraled into a pit of depression and, in turn, Poppy too had begun to feel depressed. Later on, she was diagnosed with depression and anxiety and was prescribed medicine to take. Poppy, often than not, does not take her medicine because “it makes her feel funny.”
One day, when Poppy was fourteen and her father was home from deployment, the blonde girl came home to her mother crying in her bedroom, drunk as per usual, and attempting to call a rehab facility. Not knowing what to do, Poppy attempted to call her dad to help her, but he wasn’t picking up. After the police came (one of the rehab centers had called the cops on her mom to make sure she wasn’t harming herself) and Poppy finally managed to get a hold of her dad, everything just froze for Poppy. Her mother went to rehab until the week before Poppy’s fifteenth birthday, but that wasn’t what the problem was for Poppy. She discovered that, in her time of need, she was having a hard time connecting with her friends. They would tell her that “it would be alright” and that “at least your mom is getting better” but that didn’t satisfy Poppy – they felt distant.
After her mom was released, Poppy’s dad got a new job in Wales and the O’Conner family jumped at the chance to go for it was “a new start.”
Other: Poppy is terrified of not being able to control herself (therefore, she stays away from drugs, alcohol and such and such) |
52,975 | 1,435 | 114 | 1,046 | 4,333 | She sort of deserved to be pulled around after pushing Poppy to the seat earlier but it still didn't stop her from being a bit shocked by it. She chuckled as Poppy rambled, talking about whatever she could. She didn't even leave any room for Belle to comment. That no, she had no pets. Not that she wouldn't mind having one. She just never had the chance to do much about getting one. She had to wonder if the school allowed them. She might get a cat...
Being in a state of mindless thought, Belle didn't see Poppy coming at all as they both tumbled to the ground, Poppy on top. She blinked as her head was pushed to the side, something warm sitting on top of it. **"Ow..."** She mumbled, chuckling slightly. **"You sure do have a way of keeping things interesting."** She joked, her voice distorted by the position she was in. It sounded like she had something in her mouth almost.
Though, as she thought about the position they were in, her felt warmth rise up to her cheeks. W-Was that warmth her lips?
_Indeed!_ Mused chimed in, appearing before Belle in a flash of black shadow. He was laying on the ground next to her, only his shadowy face visible to her.
**"Ahh... Ummm..."** Belle stammered, unsure of what she was even trying to say. The warmth from Poppy's lips was rather as she expected them to be and soon the image of Poppy's lips and face suddenly appeared in her head. The warm peachy lips, the soft glowing skin. She swallowed slightly. It felt like time was slowing down, as if they'd been there forever but not at all.
_Goddammit, she smells nice._ Belle thought rather angrily, sighing.
_Oh? Does she? I wish I could smell. Alas, all I can do is watch._ Muse replied, his voice sounding sad.
_Shut up. You're not making this any better._
_Of course I am! I'm providing much needed comic relief!_
_No. No you're not._
**"You're not heavy or anything, and it's not like I don't uh... like having you on top of me. But... Isn't about time we got up off the floor?"** She asked, an awkward expression on her beet red face. | **Name:** Isabelle "Belle" Freyone
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**Age:** 17
**Gender:** Female
**Personality:** Belle is known to be the loner. She does enjoy the company of others, but for whatever reason she will often times run off on her own to do her own thing. Not much is known about what she does but all know that it usually has something to do with the fine arts. She will often times lock herself up in her room to work on something, or even one of the classrooms, and will stay there for days.
**Talent:**
_Fine Arts_: Belle is what one would call a crazed artist. Whether it's painting, drawing, music, or literature, Belle has dabbled in it all. She will often times become 'enlightened' by her 'Muse' and leave suddenly to go work on something.
_Muse_: Belle has an imaginary friend she calls Muse who talks to her and gives her ideas. He's mostly just a voice inside her head but sometimes he appears to give her characters inspiration or inspiration for a drawing, or a music piece.
**Ability:**
_Paint/Sing_: Belle can use paint, ink, or her voice to inspire an emotion. She throws paint/ink onto someone and they suddenly are overcome by a certain emotion, be it sadness, fear or happiness. She can also do this through song. (Credit to idea goes to my good friend 'FaithRose')
_Listen_: Belle has very good ears and can hear whether or not someone is being honest. She can use this skill, along with another similar skill, to ascertain the intentions of someone.
_Heart's Song_: Belle can feel/hear the heart's song of the people around her. Through this, she can know if someone is sad, happy, or feeling vindictive. She can also hear these songs from anywhere in the school within about a 5 mile radius. Sometimes it can be a blessing and sometimes a curse and she finds it very hard to zero in on a certain song.
**Bio:**
Belle grew up in an abusive home. She, herself, was never physically abused but she definitely was mentally abused in many ways. Her father was an alcoholic and would often beat her mother and blame Belle for it, saying she was the reason he had to do this to her.
The only way Belle was able to cope was when she ran away from home. That day, she found an abandoned home with books, art and writing aplenty. There, she met Him, her Muse. He stood in the door way, standing tall like a King and greeted her. He played games with her, made her feel like a princess. They played and played and played. That day, her parents found her, but since she has found ways to sneak out to this place and play with her Muse. Eventually, he even followed her home.
Since, Belle has been shipped off to Wales, to attend a school her grandfather suggested to her mother. She, and Muse, seem to like there but tend to keep to themselves for the most part.
**Other:**
Belle dislikes technology and will avoid it if at all possible but she does use a laptop for some of her writing and has a cell phone for practical purposes. |
52,976 | 1,435 | 115 | 156 | 2,749 | “Right, right.” Poppy muttered, blushing and getting off of Belle. She stumbled a bit, but managed to stand up alright.
How embarrassing. She just met this girl and already she’s made a fool of herself…multiple times. Wow, after this one, Poppy probably should take a breather from people. Yeah, definitely. Maybe then she’ll be able to calm down her seemingly permanent flaming face. Poppy inhaled and smiled lopsidedly, slipping a hand into her pocket and withdrawing a scrap of paper. She always had paper in her pockets, she never threw away her trash and she would have to clean it out soon. Nevertheless, it came in handy. Poppy scribbled something down quickly and then gave it to Belle, hoping with hope that she could read her chicken scrawl.
“Uh, I, um, have to go, and stuff. But, call me, and we can, uh, hang out…and stuff. Y’know, if you want to, I mean, I’m not gonna force you to hang out with me, that would be counterproductive and, uh, yeah, so, um. I should go.” Poppy grinned awkwardly, her eyebrow rising slightly and she spun on her heel, walking away to where she assumed her dorm would be. She didn’t spend much time in the dorm; most of her sleeping was even done in the library, after all.
It took a couple of minutes to find it from where she cheek-kissed Belle – don’t think about it, Poppy, your just gonna make yourself blush! – and she removed her keys from her pocket, jiggling it into the lock. The door swung open and Poppy immediately collapsed onto her bed. Home sweet home. | !( "Poppy O'Conner")
**Name:** Poppy O’Conner
**Age:** 16
**Gender:** Female
**Personality:** Poppy is an awkward girl who often says the wrong things when around people she doesn’t know well. When with friends, though, Poppy is loud, talkative, and, unfortunately, punny. She doesn’t understand the point of keeping things secret, so she has no qualms with saying exactly what is going on in her life or what of the likes if someone asks her. Poppy has the unfortunate habit of bottling up her emotions and, even when telling her “sob” story, keeps a straight face or shrugs it off when people ask her how she is feeling. The blonde has a hard time connecting with people on a personal level and when she attempts to express her sadness, she is often deterred by sympathetically distant responses. She is not particularly motivated to do anything and tries to find the easiest ways to do things. Her worst habit is procrastination and most of her work does not get done until the night before it’s due.
**Talent:**_ Learner_: Poppy learns new things with relative ease and has a near perfect memory where she can store all the new information. She dabbles in most genres of information and knows many random facts.
**Ability**: _Know-It-All_: By pressing her hand anywhere on a book, or anything that holds information, she can absorb the information and remember it completely. This gives her a higher level of intelligence than most. Due to absorbing psychology books and pamphlets, Poppy can easily read people by their body language. If an animal is sick? She can check for any symptoms of the million of diseases and illnesses in her knowledge. However, after absorbing too much information, Poppy gets queasy and dizzy; if she goes past that, though she never has so far, she would probably die.
**Bio:**
Poppy is an American and was born on an Air Force base in Florida. Her father is in the military and she has had to move around a lot for his work. Her parents were always busy with work – not that Poppy minded, because when they weren’t, the family was always hanging out – and so Poppy took up the habit of reading constantly. Because of her father’s work, Poppy’s dad would get deployed many times and Poppy would be stuck with her mother.
It wasn’t that Poppy didn’t like her mother, in fact, Poppy adored her mother...that is before her alcoholism came back after ten years of sobriety (she quit before Poppy was born). Her mother spiraled into a pit of depression and, in turn, Poppy too had begun to feel depressed. Later on, she was diagnosed with depression and anxiety and was prescribed medicine to take. Poppy, often than not, does not take her medicine because “it makes her feel funny.”
One day, when Poppy was fourteen and her father was home from deployment, the blonde girl came home to her mother crying in her bedroom, drunk as per usual, and attempting to call a rehab facility. Not knowing what to do, Poppy attempted to call her dad to help her, but he wasn’t picking up. After the police came (one of the rehab centers had called the cops on her mom to make sure she wasn’t harming herself) and Poppy finally managed to get a hold of her dad, everything just froze for Poppy. Her mother went to rehab until the week before Poppy’s fifteenth birthday, but that wasn’t what the problem was for Poppy. She discovered that, in her time of need, she was having a hard time connecting with her friends. They would tell her that “it would be alright” and that “at least your mom is getting better” but that didn’t satisfy Poppy – they felt distant.
After her mom was released, Poppy’s dad got a new job in Wales and the O’Conner family jumped at the chance to go for it was “a new start.”
Other: Poppy is terrified of not being able to control herself (therefore, she stays away from drugs, alcohol and such and such) |
52,977 | 1,435 | 116 | 1,046 | 4,333 | Now I wish I hadn't told her to get off of me.. Belle thought sourly as she sat up, looking a bit.. down and out.
I was wondering why you said that... Muse replied, tsking her slightly.
Belle shook her head and got up, dusting the dirt off of her already dirty clothes which felt like a wasted effort at this point. Poppy probably had dabs of paint on her now... She'd have to apologize for that later. Sighing, she turned to unlock her door and step in to start a side project before going to bed.
She found herself drawing pictures of that girl pulling all of the metal together. She stood in the middle of a molten metal storm, crying. Belle hadn't really meant for it to turn out like that, it just sort of... did.
Soon, she was dressed for bed, a one piece pajama set she'd gotten from her aunt. It had colorful ducks all over it. It wasn't exactly the most attractive thing in the world, but it was warm and comfortable. She stayed laid in bed for a few hours, simply day-dreaming before sleep took her in it's long embrace. | **Name:** Isabelle "Belle" Freyone
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**Age:** 17
**Gender:** Female
**Personality:** Belle is known to be the loner. She does enjoy the company of others, but for whatever reason she will often times run off on her own to do her own thing. Not much is known about what she does but all know that it usually has something to do with the fine arts. She will often times lock herself up in her room to work on something, or even one of the classrooms, and will stay there for days.
**Talent:**
_Fine Arts_: Belle is what one would call a crazed artist. Whether it's painting, drawing, music, or literature, Belle has dabbled in it all. She will often times become 'enlightened' by her 'Muse' and leave suddenly to go work on something.
_Muse_: Belle has an imaginary friend she calls Muse who talks to her and gives her ideas. He's mostly just a voice inside her head but sometimes he appears to give her characters inspiration or inspiration for a drawing, or a music piece.
**Ability:**
_Paint/Sing_: Belle can use paint, ink, or her voice to inspire an emotion. She throws paint/ink onto someone and they suddenly are overcome by a certain emotion, be it sadness, fear or happiness. She can also do this through song. (Credit to idea goes to my good friend 'FaithRose')
_Listen_: Belle has very good ears and can hear whether or not someone is being honest. She can use this skill, along with another similar skill, to ascertain the intentions of someone.
_Heart's Song_: Belle can feel/hear the heart's song of the people around her. Through this, she can know if someone is sad, happy, or feeling vindictive. She can also hear these songs from anywhere in the school within about a 5 mile radius. Sometimes it can be a blessing and sometimes a curse and she finds it very hard to zero in on a certain song.
**Bio:**
Belle grew up in an abusive home. She, herself, was never physically abused but she definitely was mentally abused in many ways. Her father was an alcoholic and would often beat her mother and blame Belle for it, saying she was the reason he had to do this to her.
The only way Belle was able to cope was when she ran away from home. That day, she found an abandoned home with books, art and writing aplenty. There, she met Him, her Muse. He stood in the door way, standing tall like a King and greeted her. He played games with her, made her feel like a princess. They played and played and played. That day, her parents found her, but since she has found ways to sneak out to this place and play with her Muse. Eventually, he even followed her home.
Since, Belle has been shipped off to Wales, to attend a school her grandfather suggested to her mother. She, and Muse, seem to like there but tend to keep to themselves for the most part.
**Other:**
Belle dislikes technology and will avoid it if at all possible but she does use a laptop for some of her writing and has a cell phone for practical purposes. |
52,978 | 1,435 | 117 | 2,465 | 3,276 | It was a bit later into the night now, however, most people weren't actually sleeping. Others were getting dressed, preparing materials, cameras - preparing for a war, or an paparazzi shoot. They therefore anticipated when doors were one-by-one in quick succession suddenly thrown open.
Bang
Bang
Bang
One after the other, courtesy of the 'Hide-and-Seek' Club, door were thrown open by unseen forces, exposing the people inside. Throngs and huge crowds of students excitedly exited there rooms, and headed towards Sports Complex #1.
Since it was nighttime, the students actively began disregarding their use of abilities in public areas, and flashes of light and a myriad of sounds echoed through the night.
Time until meeting: 1h : 00m : 00s | Name: Saoji Makami
Age:
15
Gender: Male
Personality:
Humble and wise. Knows how to choose his battles. Usually analyzes the behavior in those around him; and predicts the person they truly are.
Talent:
Saoji found that he is able to persuade many unskilled individuals to his cause by telling them harsh truths about reality. "Unlocking the mind" as what others may call it. He is able to debate with someone until they finally give in and agrees with him. He believes that the world around them has been corrupted, therefore, he uses this as a means of making the world a better place. However, ever since attending the school, this task has been difficult for him. Everyone seems to have their own agenda, therefore, convincing them to change for the better has been a tough one. Also, if one individual's mind is strong enough, he is not able to convince them of anything.
Ability:
Dream sequences - The ability to give an individual a dream like state if the individual is caught daydreaming or is asleep. Within these sequences, he can manipulate the dream into whatever he desires. Usually he would make someone dream of a world without evil and corruption. Sometimes, he may even joke around and manipulate one's own desires and use that against them in the real world. While giving the dream state, his pupils turn hazel and he becomes focused on the individuals.
Bio:
Saoji Mikami, one of many students who has a superior sense of reasoning. Saoji grew up with a healthy set of parents, however, he considered himself the black sheep between his older brother and older sister. He clung to the shadows, paranoid of the violent world around him. He found that he was very passive, but when confronted, he becomes aggressive. He seems to know a bit of martial arts as well. Before attending the school, his father allowed him to have his most precious hand crafted sword made of a special material. When sticking to the shadows, Saoji keeps this sword on hand. He grew up believing that many around him were below him mentally, as if they've shown no proof of being smart to live safely. His father, unknowingly to him, had enemies. His father owned a growing company that many others wanted for themselves. Fortunately, his father was able to evade the assassination attempts but failed to keep Saoji safe since he was attending the school. Saoji is now aware that there was no way he could contact his family any longer, they were far away with no record of their whereabouts...Saoji is alone. His father's enemies started coming after him, therefore, he protects himself with the training his father gave him, his sword, and using the shadows to his advantage. He's not sure if the other students are aware of his secluded being, but if they are not...a potential dangers could threaten the entire school. |
52,979 | 1,435 | 118 | 2,176 | 944 | The sands of Israel gave way as hundreds of mounted knights ascended the dune and stopped on its crest. Surcoats fluttering in the desert wind, the chainmail that they partly obscured glowed brightly under the harsh sun. Restless steeds, heavily armored as their knights were, stirred under their reins, and the heavy helms at the front of the formation dipped downwards as grim faces observed the sight below: the Saracen militia had engaged theirs while the trusty light cavalry raised from Breton lands had intercepted the Moslem knights, preventing an attack from their counterparts. Half a minute went by, and when the right wing of the formation took shape, the company commander, Cadwal of Godwyn, raised high his sword with his left hand and shouted high, his voice lilting over the sounds of clashing iron:
"Battle-brothers! Noble warriors of God! Today, we drink from the cup of glory! CHARGE!"
It was a short rallying cry, but the proper speech had been given before the battle by Lord Godfrey. And so the knights followed the ranks in front of them as they began their descent, lances couched. Wind made capes of the loose-fitting surcoats of some warriors as they gained speed, and as the enemy grew larger to the eye as the distance closed, fear melted away into exhilaration in their hearts as they accepted what was to come. Cadwal, appropriately enough, was the one to deliver the first blow: his lance breaking into splinters as it caved in the back of a filthy Moslem. And as the charge brought its full weight upon the miserable peasants in arms, the enemy began to flee in fear.
The battlefield reflected itself on Timothy's spectacles as he adjusted them. A rolling of the scroll wheel zoomed him out from the view, and he ordered his light cavalry to retreat from the heavier ones they were harassing with a mouse click: perhaps a little unnecessary, as his knights' charge had broken the enemy so much that it freed quite a number of his spear militia, a unit of which was automatically beginning to harry the Moslem heavy cavalry.
He watched as crude, two-dimensional blood spurted from the headless neck of a dying enemy and as the red fountain bathed the dismounted knight who made the kill, and found it good. The battle was all but won, and he would march to the gates of Jerusalem in the next turn.
Wearing headphones in the corner of his room, Tim was having fun with Medieval II: Total War on his laptop. | ##Timothy “Tim” Aquinas##
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**Description:**
!( "Timothy")
An unassuming youth with pale skin, brown hair and emerald eyes, Timothy is lean and rather thin. Thin-framed eyeglasses sit upon the bridge of his nose, windows to eyes that brighten up in a charming, childlike way when he smiles. He stands at a good 6’0” tall, and prefers simple clothing: many of his shirts are black or grey and without print, and the ones that do have only minimalistic designs. His pants and other apparel are equally unassuming. But never is he seen without his only apparent accessory: a small pendant in the shape of an elaborate Celtic crucifix of silver, hanging from his neck by a chain.
Described by Cadwal as having a "cherub's melody," Timothy has a deceptively effeminate voice.
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**Age:** 16
**Gender:** Male
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**Personality:**
*“Not to us, O Lord, not to us, but to Your Name give glory.”*
The foremost thing one might notice about Timothy is his zeal. A devout Catholic, he is well-read in the Bible and zealous. And unlike some others, Timothy has taken the teachings of the Scripture to heart, making him a genuinely friendly and caring person. Love his neighbor, love his enemy? Timothy most certainly does. Honest and loyal, his care for the well-being of others extends to the spiritual: he is convinced that those of heathen faiths – especially the People of the Book But Do Not Believe – and true unbelievers must be enlightened sooner or later. Then there are the Ones Who Come in His Name but Twist His Words, like Westboro, which he finds especially despicable.
Timothy is especially fond of literature, especially medieval history. He knows full well how Duke Enrique of Savoy invaded Monferatto from the Duke of Mantua as he had run out of patience with waiting for Emperor Rudolf of the Holy Roman Empire to answer his petition to have the mentioned territory transferred to the custody of his daughter, Margherita, as she was kicked out of the Mantuan Duke’s court for not having sired a child for her husband, the Duke’s late brother, before he died. Always hungry for more knowledge, his learning of this subject which he most adores is supplemented by the Holy Ghosts whom he summons and who are more than willing to answer his many, many questions. They may also be the reason why his favorite video game is Medieval II: Total War.
Quite softspoken, the mildness of his words is such that people are often left cynically wondering whether or not Timothy is mocking them. The sincerity with which he prays before eating his meals is viewed by some as merely an exaggeration: a mockery of those who practice Christianity. However, Timothy does not practice deceit. What he does is honest.
He believes his unique ability to summon fallen Crusaders is given to him by God.
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**Talent:**
*Esoteric Knowledge:* Timothy is well-read in obscure history books, and can regurgitate most of what he has learned, knowledge extracted from the literary works of people Like E.B Sledge, Sir Arthur Lloyd, and Peter H. Wilson. But, ever humble, Timothy only shares what he knows when the situation calls for it.
*Communicatio Larvali:* Timothy can communicate with summoned Holy Ghosts telepathically, surmounting any distance and time and in pure thought, eliminating the language barrier. Cadwal is a special case, and is an exception to the rule.
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**Ability:**
_Legiones Ecclesiae:_ At his command, Timothy can call forth Holy Ghosts of the most proactive members of the Church-Militant, namely, Crusaders. Having had this unique gift since early childhood, he has improved the ability in that he can keep indefinitely one Holy Ghost and dispel them at his whim. With a whispered plea and holding a holy symbol of Christianity (like a cross, or his pendant), Timothy beckons the departed souls of those who killed and died in the name of Christ from the ether and into the worldly earth. Fading into existence, they are then at the summoner's beck and call. However, the summoned are picked at random: Timothy does not yet have the ability to call specific people.
_Holy Ghosts_ are the summoned spirits of Christian martyrs. These can be an unknown Crusader or even someone famous like Joan of Arc. Partly transparent, hued an otherworldly blue, and possessed of bright, glowing eyes, these entities are twice as strong and fast as a man and immune to pain – but not harm. While they are ghosts in a sense, they are still shackled to following the laws of physics. However, they do not need their spectral organs to live as they are already dead. Therefore, a bullet is most effective at tearing a Holy Ghost's tendons than holing their heart.
Maintaining a Holy Ghost is done automatically by the soul but at the expense of the body. Timothy is completely alright with one summoned, but is easily winded when he has summoned two. At three and four, he is forced to sit down, with him being pale at the latter. Having five summoned simultaneously will knock him to deathly unconsciousness and will take heavy tolls on his health. While Timothy can keep one Holy Ghost indefinitely, having two or more will strain Timothy's soul so much that after fifteen minutes, they will be forcibly dispelled.
Holy Ghosts are summoned with what they had on their person the moment of their death. While her visit could potentially be a very enlightening experience, Joan of Arc would not fight at her fullest since she wore a dress during her death at the pyre. Crusaders who died in battle are more valuable in that they are usually in full gear when summoned. However, all are prized and valuable relics of the past, and some of them possess ancient knowledge no longer available in the present.
It would appear that Holy Ghosts have lost much of their personality during their centuries in limbo. What they haven't lost, however, is hatred of the heathen, the unbeliever, and the heretic.
Holy Ghosts, being soul-bound to their summoner, are able to communicate with Tim telepathically in pure thoughts, defeating language barriers.
Holy Ghosts can be seen, heard and touched by other people. However, they don't feel much due to their slightly incorporeal properties. They mimic the natural body temperature of a human being, but have got no odor of their own.
_Cadwal of Godwyn_ is a deceased English Crusader knight who perished in the First Crusade, struck down by an arrow to his thigh, knocking him off his horse, that subsequently became gangrenous and from which he did not recover. Acting as a sort of guardian angel, even he himself is not sure what is exactly at work as he shares his mind and soul with Timothy, acting as the boy's second conscience and trying to steer him towards the right path.
Cadwal "sleeps," becoming completely inactive for four hours each day. This is to relieve some of the stress of Timothy's soul from having to maintain another thought-form. Cadwal does his best to time this with Timothy's regular sleeping hours.
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**Bio:**
Born to two middle-class parents as the middle child of a litter of two boys and one girl, there isn't much to say about Timothy, considering his overall and overwhelming averageness which is offset only by his unique and (as he believes) God-given ability. While he was baptized, going to Church was never something routine for his family. Therefore, he sees his powers as a gift from God when they emerged when he was six years old.
Like many children, he thought up an imaginary friend. It was a knight, and his young mind could only describe it as "blue" and "like glass." When he was alone, he would play with the knight, and started a little game with his older brother and younger sister when he introduced the knight to them, and they made their own imaginary friends. Little did Timothy know, however, that his siblings' imagined creations were far different to what he had, for as time went on, the knight's responses became purely his own, and Timothy slowly lost the need to parrot them. Like another person living in his head, the knight would comment on day-to-day life, and when the young Timothy eyed upon a Bible, the knight energetically pleaded the boy to read it.
As little Tim read, his young mind was full of questions even from the starting book of Genesis. He would ask the knight in his head, who formally introduced himself as Cadwal of Godwyn, to explain it all for him, and he spent so many sleepless nights doing this sort of cooperative storytelling that his mother became worried at his lack of sleep and consulted a physician. On his third grade of elementary school, his family had to move elsewhere, and he was saddened by the sudden loss of friends; but Cadwal was always there and would never leave his mind. Upon his insistence, his father took him to Church one day, and was deeply happy at finally worshiping at a proper place.
As he became older and thus more aware of the sheer unnaturality of his unique ability, Tim wondered if he could do more with it. Praying to God, and after consulting Cadwal, he tried to call out an angel to advise him on what to do when his parents were divorcing. However, the only being that faded into existence was not a magnificent scion of Heaven, but a short-lasting, flickering blue ghost of a woman in armor. Timothy could not but gasp "Who are you?" at the figure, who replied with a sagely "Who I am is not important. But your faith in God is," before fading back into nothingness.
Encouraged by Cadwal, Timothy was henceforth convinced of his being blessed. Ever since then, he has been practicing and perfecting this unique ability of his by prayer and meditation.
Speaking with wizened words, Timothy prevented his parents' divorce by driving them to tears as he preached about the sanctity and inviolability of the oaths a couple takes in their marriage ceremony, with the help of his two beloved siblings.
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**Other:**
Drowning in early adolescent male hormones, Timothy wanted to masturbate once (just to try it) but was halted by Cadwal (whom he thought was sleeping), who lectured him fiercely of the value of the "seed" and how it must not be wasted. |
52,980 | 1,435 | 119 | 554 | 1,584 | Harold quickly left after Thisa had finished up in the cafeterria. He had a lot of time he needed to spend on finding his dorm after all. As Tim had never gotten around to showing him where it was, he was completely clueless on where he had to go. Thus, he began his search.
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Harold had finally found the right place after plenty of searching....and admittingly a little bit of direction. However, after he had gotten settled in, set up his work station in his room, and had started to relax, he realized that he was quite hungry, and after the event in the cafeterria, maybe that made a tid bit of sense. However, now he had to go find some more food at this hour. As such, he locked his dorm room, took his key, phone, and his normal "outside" items, and set off in another quest. His lift seemed like quite a game right now, Harold was thinking.
Making his way outside, and then on to another cafeterria. Quickly he walked through area upon area. Watching some the scenery as he went by, Harold was quite at peace with the relatively quiet and unpopulated Evening hours here on Campus. (Perhaps I should think of taking a walk every night. It's quite nice out here. And that'll probably be even more true around midnight and everything).
While he was moving through one of the courtyard type areas outside of a cafeterria, Harold could have sworn that he'd seen Thisa. Quickly retracing his steps back to the last place he saw her, Harold wondered if this was really Thisa. It wasn't like he knew the whole population of the school or anything. Because of this, Harold called out to the girl: "Good Evening! How might you be doing on this fine night?" He calmly moved toward the girl, hoping he didn't come across as a creep or anything of the sort. | Name: Saoji Makami
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Personality: Humble and wise. Knows how to choose his battles. Usually analyzes the behavior in those around him; and predicts the person they truly are.
Talent: Saoji found that he is able to persuade many unskilled individuals to his cause by telling them harsh truths about reality. "Unlocking the mind" as what others may call it. He is able to debate with someone until they finally give in and agrees with him. He believes that the world around them has been corrupted, therefore, he uses this as a means of making the world a better place. However, ever since attending the school, this task has been difficult for him. Everyone seems to have their own agenda, therefore, convincing them to change for the better has been a tough one. Also, if one individual's mind is strong enough, he is not able to convince them of anything.
Ability: Dream sequences - The ability to give an individual a dream like state if the individual is caught daydreaming or is asleep. Within these sequences, he can manipulate the dream into whatever he desires. Usually he would make someone dream of a world without evil and corruption. Sometimes, he may even joke around and manipulate one's own desires and use that against them in the real world. While giving the dream state, his pupils turn hazel and he becomes focused on the individuals.
Bio: Saoji Mikami, one of many students who has a superior sense of reasoning. Saoji grew up with a healthy set of parents, however, he considered himself the black sheep between his older brother and older sister. He clung to the shadows, paranoid of the violent world around him. He found that he was very passive, but when confronted, he becomes aggressive. He seems to know a bit of martial arts as well. Before attending the school, his father allowed him to have his most precious hand crafted sword made of a special material. When sticking to the shadows, Saoji keeps this sword on hand. He grew up believing that many around him were below him mentally, as if they've shown no proof of being smart to live safely. His father, unknowingly to him, had enemies. His father owned a growing company that many others wanted for themselves. Fortunately, his father was able to evade the assassination attempts but failed to keep Saoji safe since he was attending the school. Saoji is now aware that there was no way he could contact his family any longer, they were far away with no record of their whereabouts...Saoji is alone. His father's enemies started coming after him, therefore, he protects himself with the training his father gave him, his sword, and using the shadows to his advantage. He's not sure if the other students are aware of his secluded being, but if they are not...a potential dangers could threaten the entire school. |
52,981 | 1,435 | 120 | 554 | 1,584 | When the girl he thought was Thisa failed to respond, other than possible snoring, Harold wondered if there was something wrong with her. Deciding this warrented investigation, he calmly approached the sleeping girl. When he stood right next to the bench, looking down on the sleeping girl, Harold realized that the girl was asleep. And that was why she'd failed to answer him, and notice his approach. While it did very well appear to be Thisa, especially do to the scarf and coat, Harold would reserve judgement. Afterall, it wasn't like the two of them had gotten around to talking about family that day. Perhaps she had a sibling, maybe even a twin. He wouldn't know yet. Best to hold off till he had at least slightly trustable certification.
In all honesty, Harold was slightly amused by watching the would-be-Thisa sleep. He normally didn't have the chance to observe a sleeping person, and she was in all honesty, looking a little like a kitten. Harold was also starting to consider rethinking his state of sanity....but then again, sanity is unecessary!
Harold was pondering what to do currently. He could let the sleeping girl lie, out here in the cold....alright, maybe he'd let her have a coat or blanket as well.... Or, he could try to wake her up. That would be fairly rude. However, at the same time, Harold wondered if she'd even really meant to sleep all that long. It was already in the evening hours, so it was unlikely one would like to miss diner. As well, it wasn't like she'd brought a blanket with her. She'd even used her own coat as a sort of matress! If that didn't say "I'm just taking a nap," then Harold really didn't know what did. | Name: Saoji Makami
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Personality: Humble and wise. Knows how to choose his battles. Usually analyzes the behavior in those around him; and predicts the person they truly are.
Talent: Saoji found that he is able to persuade many unskilled individuals to his cause by telling them harsh truths about reality. "Unlocking the mind" as what others may call it. He is able to debate with someone until they finally give in and agrees with him. He believes that the world around them has been corrupted, therefore, he uses this as a means of making the world a better place. However, ever since attending the school, this task has been difficult for him. Everyone seems to have their own agenda, therefore, convincing them to change for the better has been a tough one. Also, if one individual's mind is strong enough, he is not able to convince them of anything.
Ability: Dream sequences - The ability to give an individual a dream like state if the individual is caught daydreaming or is asleep. Within these sequences, he can manipulate the dream into whatever he desires. Usually he would make someone dream of a world without evil and corruption. Sometimes, he may even joke around and manipulate one's own desires and use that against them in the real world. While giving the dream state, his pupils turn hazel and he becomes focused on the individuals.
Bio: Saoji Mikami, one of many students who has a superior sense of reasoning. Saoji grew up with a healthy set of parents, however, he considered himself the black sheep between his older brother and older sister. He clung to the shadows, paranoid of the violent world around him. He found that he was very passive, but when confronted, he becomes aggressive. He seems to know a bit of martial arts as well. Before attending the school, his father allowed him to have his most precious hand crafted sword made of a special material. When sticking to the shadows, Saoji keeps this sword on hand. He grew up believing that many around him were below him mentally, as if they've shown no proof of being smart to live safely. His father, unknowingly to him, had enemies. His father owned a growing company that many others wanted for themselves. Fortunately, his father was able to evade the assassination attempts but failed to keep Saoji safe since he was attending the school. Saoji is now aware that there was no way he could contact his family any longer, they were far away with no record of their whereabouts...Saoji is alone. His father's enemies started coming after him, therefore, he protects himself with the training his father gave him, his sword, and using the shadows to his advantage. He's not sure if the other students are aware of his secluded being, but if they are not...a potential dangers could threaten the entire school. |
52,982 | 1,435 | 121 | 1,046 | 4,333 | Belle was haphazardly sprawled out over her bed, drool leaking from the corner of her mouth and pooling on her bedspread when the sound of a door being slammed open woke her up with a start. She shot up from her bed, yelling,
"I'm awake, I'm awake!"
She smacked her lips a bit and blinked, looking around. Her eyes trained on the open door, squinting because of the bright light. The sounds from the hallway assaulted her room, causing a sudden irritation to rise with in her.
And here I was, having a nice nap.
There was nothing nice about that... Muse replied to her in earnest, shaking his shadowy black head. She sent him a look and shook her head.
"Well, regardless. I'm awake now..." She muttered outloud before reaching up and rubbing her tired eyes. Belle was really not a nighttime person, she enjoyed her sleep... Still, she couldn't exactly sleep now. Slowly, she got up from her bed and walked out to the hallway, in nothing but sweats and a crop top. She looked from side to side, watching the people going by with a blank face before slowly shutting the door and returning to her bed.
She pulled out her laptop from under her bed and began to continue on her latest work, "Devils' Fair." | **Name:** Isabelle "Belle" Freyone
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**Age:** 17
**Gender:** Female
**Personality:** Belle is known to be the loner. She does enjoy the company of others, but for whatever reason she will often times run off on her own to do her own thing. Not much is known about what she does but all know that it usually has something to do with the fine arts. She will often times lock herself up in her room to work on something, or even one of the classrooms, and will stay there for days.
**Talent:**
_Fine Arts_: Belle is what one would call a crazed artist. Whether it's painting, drawing, music, or literature, Belle has dabbled in it all. She will often times become 'enlightened' by her 'Muse' and leave suddenly to go work on something.
_Muse_: Belle has an imaginary friend she calls Muse who talks to her and gives her ideas. He's mostly just a voice inside her head but sometimes he appears to give her characters inspiration or inspiration for a drawing, or a music piece.
**Ability:**
_Paint/Sing_: Belle can use paint, ink, or her voice to inspire an emotion. She throws paint/ink onto someone and they suddenly are overcome by a certain emotion, be it sadness, fear or happiness. She can also do this through song. (Credit to idea goes to my good friend 'FaithRose')
_Listen_: Belle has very good ears and can hear whether or not someone is being honest. She can use this skill, along with another similar skill, to ascertain the intentions of someone.
_Heart's Song_: Belle can feel/hear the heart's song of the people around her. Through this, she can know if someone is sad, happy, or feeling vindictive. She can also hear these songs from anywhere in the school within about a 5 mile radius. Sometimes it can be a blessing and sometimes a curse and she finds it very hard to zero in on a certain song.
**Bio:**
Belle grew up in an abusive home. She, herself, was never physically abused but she definitely was mentally abused in many ways. Her father was an alcoholic and would often beat her mother and blame Belle for it, saying she was the reason he had to do this to her.
The only way Belle was able to cope was when she ran away from home. That day, she found an abandoned home with books, art and writing aplenty. There, she met Him, her Muse. He stood in the door way, standing tall like a King and greeted her. He played games with her, made her feel like a princess. They played and played and played. That day, her parents found her, but since she has found ways to sneak out to this place and play with her Muse. Eventually, he even followed her home.
Since, Belle has been shipped off to Wales, to attend a school her grandfather suggested to her mother. She, and Muse, seem to like there but tend to keep to themselves for the most part.
**Other:**
Belle dislikes technology and will avoid it if at all possible but she does use a laptop for some of her writing and has a cell phone for practical purposes. |
52,983 | 1,435 | 122 | 156 | 2,749 | The door banged open, colliding with the wall and bouncing off of it before slowly inching closed. Poppy stared at in surprise from where she had fallen on the ground, her bottom aching and her blanket twisted around her limbs. When the shock wore off, she struggled to wrench the blankets off of her, squirming on the ground until she finally managed to kick them off.
“God damnit!” She huffed, standing up and crossing the room to the door. Opening it in her ratty Scooby-Doo pajama pants and oversized gray shirt, Poppy felt embarrassment when she made eye contact with a passing boy. Nevertheless, she dug her hand into the air and beckoned him over.
The boy, with an irritated, impatient look on his face, engulfed the distance in two steps, squinting his eyes at her and crossing his arms. “What?”
“Uh, ah, um, what…what’s going on?” Poppy asked nervously, feeling the animosity run off of him like water off of an oiled duck.
"What do you mean is going on? The meeting!” He said incredulously and Poppy cocked her head to the side.
“Ah, what meeting?”
“The meeting between the rulers!” He answered, now clearly seething as he ground his teeth together.
Poppy recalled hearing something about this earlier, involving Henrietta and some other two that she hadn’t bothered to remember, and so she nodded, letting the boy go on his way. She closed the door and figured that she would go, but…well, the rulers seem to be quite violent going by the reaction to that girl’s knight and Poppy didn’t want to go there unarmed. She had the Art of War tactics in her head from earlier that day, but she needed to be able to defend herself.
“Hm, I think…” Poppy muttered, shuffling through her book-filled suitcase, shuffling around until she found it. “Ah-ha~”
It was a book that taught others how to self-teach themselves karate. Just by brushing her fingers across it, unseen water spilt down her body, embracing her with Alaska itself and her spine tingled as if millions of horses were galloping down it. But with this unpleasantness came the knowledge of stances and kicks. Even though it was all theory, it was better to arm yourself with something than nothing.
“Time to go!”
Poppy didn’t even bother changing as she slipped on her shoes and jacket, leaving her dorm to witness the meeting.
“Ah, I feel like I’m going to regret this.” She mumbled as the door slammed behind her. | !( "Poppy O'Conner")
**Name:** Poppy O’Conner
**Age:** 16
**Gender:** Female
**Personality:** Poppy is an awkward girl who often says the wrong things when around people she doesn’t know well. When with friends, though, Poppy is loud, talkative, and, unfortunately, punny. She doesn’t understand the point of keeping things secret, so she has no qualms with saying exactly what is going on in her life or what of the likes if someone asks her. Poppy has the unfortunate habit of bottling up her emotions and, even when telling her “sob” story, keeps a straight face or shrugs it off when people ask her how she is feeling. The blonde has a hard time connecting with people on a personal level and when she attempts to express her sadness, she is often deterred by sympathetically distant responses. She is not particularly motivated to do anything and tries to find the easiest ways to do things. Her worst habit is procrastination and most of her work does not get done until the night before it’s due.
**Talent:**_ Learner_: Poppy learns new things with relative ease and has a near perfect memory where she can store all the new information. She dabbles in most genres of information and knows many random facts.
**Ability**: _Know-It-All_: By pressing her hand anywhere on a book, or anything that holds information, she can absorb the information and remember it completely. This gives her a higher level of intelligence than most. Due to absorbing psychology books and pamphlets, Poppy can easily read people by their body language. If an animal is sick? She can check for any symptoms of the million of diseases and illnesses in her knowledge. However, after absorbing too much information, Poppy gets queasy and dizzy; if she goes past that, though she never has so far, she would probably die.
**Bio:**
Poppy is an American and was born on an Air Force base in Florida. Her father is in the military and she has had to move around a lot for his work. Her parents were always busy with work – not that Poppy minded, because when they weren’t, the family was always hanging out – and so Poppy took up the habit of reading constantly. Because of her father’s work, Poppy’s dad would get deployed many times and Poppy would be stuck with her mother.
It wasn’t that Poppy didn’t like her mother, in fact, Poppy adored her mother...that is before her alcoholism came back after ten years of sobriety (she quit before Poppy was born). Her mother spiraled into a pit of depression and, in turn, Poppy too had begun to feel depressed. Later on, she was diagnosed with depression and anxiety and was prescribed medicine to take. Poppy, often than not, does not take her medicine because “it makes her feel funny.”
One day, when Poppy was fourteen and her father was home from deployment, the blonde girl came home to her mother crying in her bedroom, drunk as per usual, and attempting to call a rehab facility. Not knowing what to do, Poppy attempted to call her dad to help her, but he wasn’t picking up. After the police came (one of the rehab centers had called the cops on her mom to make sure she wasn’t harming herself) and Poppy finally managed to get a hold of her dad, everything just froze for Poppy. Her mother went to rehab until the week before Poppy’s fifteenth birthday, but that wasn’t what the problem was for Poppy. She discovered that, in her time of need, she was having a hard time connecting with her friends. They would tell her that “it would be alright” and that “at least your mom is getting better” but that didn’t satisfy Poppy – they felt distant.
After her mom was released, Poppy’s dad got a new job in Wales and the O’Conner family jumped at the chance to go for it was “a new start.”
Other: Poppy is terrified of not being able to control herself (therefore, she stays away from drugs, alcohol and such and such) |
52,984 | 1,435 | 123 | 2,176 | 944 | Thankfully, the roar of battle had ended and in its stead, the light music of the campaign map gently caressed Timothy's ears. Thus, he was able to hear the knocks on his door, and respond to the rasp appropriately. Retreating from his laptop, and without his trademark glasses, he found Aiden standing in his doorway, arms crossed and looking at him expectantly.
"I was wondering where you were," the uninvited guest said, rather smugly.
"Well, now you know."
"Why are you here instead of out there? Come on, bro, the meet's about to start!"
"Ah," realization widened Tim's eyes. "That."
"Yeah, that. Well, no sense in staying in your room like a loner, bro, we've got to go!"
"I told you I didn't- ah hell, you filthy American-!" Tim found his wrist grabbed, and only barely managed to catch his glasses from the entry table before being dragged forcibly downstairs. | ##Timothy “Tim” Aquinas##
---
**Description:**
!( "Timothy")
An unassuming youth with pale skin, brown hair and emerald eyes, Timothy is lean and rather thin. Thin-framed eyeglasses sit upon the bridge of his nose, windows to eyes that brighten up in a charming, childlike way when he smiles. He stands at a good 6’0” tall, and prefers simple clothing: many of his shirts are black or grey and without print, and the ones that do have only minimalistic designs. His pants and other apparel are equally unassuming. But never is he seen without his only apparent accessory: a small pendant in the shape of an elaborate Celtic crucifix of silver, hanging from his neck by a chain.
Described by Cadwal as having a "cherub's melody," Timothy has a deceptively effeminate voice.
---
**Age:** 16
**Gender:** Male
---
**Personality:**
*“Not to us, O Lord, not to us, but to Your Name give glory.”*
The foremost thing one might notice about Timothy is his zeal. A devout Catholic, he is well-read in the Bible and zealous. And unlike some others, Timothy has taken the teachings of the Scripture to heart, making him a genuinely friendly and caring person. Love his neighbor, love his enemy? Timothy most certainly does. Honest and loyal, his care for the well-being of others extends to the spiritual: he is convinced that those of heathen faiths – especially the People of the Book But Do Not Believe – and true unbelievers must be enlightened sooner or later. Then there are the Ones Who Come in His Name but Twist His Words, like Westboro, which he finds especially despicable.
Timothy is especially fond of literature, especially medieval history. He knows full well how Duke Enrique of Savoy invaded Monferatto from the Duke of Mantua as he had run out of patience with waiting for Emperor Rudolf of the Holy Roman Empire to answer his petition to have the mentioned territory transferred to the custody of his daughter, Margherita, as she was kicked out of the Mantuan Duke’s court for not having sired a child for her husband, the Duke’s late brother, before he died. Always hungry for more knowledge, his learning of this subject which he most adores is supplemented by the Holy Ghosts whom he summons and who are more than willing to answer his many, many questions. They may also be the reason why his favorite video game is Medieval II: Total War.
Quite softspoken, the mildness of his words is such that people are often left cynically wondering whether or not Timothy is mocking them. The sincerity with which he prays before eating his meals is viewed by some as merely an exaggeration: a mockery of those who practice Christianity. However, Timothy does not practice deceit. What he does is honest.
He believes his unique ability to summon fallen Crusaders is given to him by God.
---
**Talent:**
*Esoteric Knowledge:* Timothy is well-read in obscure history books, and can regurgitate most of what he has learned, knowledge extracted from the literary works of people Like E.B Sledge, Sir Arthur Lloyd, and Peter H. Wilson. But, ever humble, Timothy only shares what he knows when the situation calls for it.
*Communicatio Larvali:* Timothy can communicate with summoned Holy Ghosts telepathically, surmounting any distance and time and in pure thought, eliminating the language barrier. Cadwal is a special case, and is an exception to the rule.
---
**Ability:**
_Legiones Ecclesiae:_ At his command, Timothy can call forth Holy Ghosts of the most proactive members of the Church-Militant, namely, Crusaders. Having had this unique gift since early childhood, he has improved the ability in that he can keep indefinitely one Holy Ghost and dispel them at his whim. With a whispered plea and holding a holy symbol of Christianity (like a cross, or his pendant), Timothy beckons the departed souls of those who killed and died in the name of Christ from the ether and into the worldly earth. Fading into existence, they are then at the summoner's beck and call. However, the summoned are picked at random: Timothy does not yet have the ability to call specific people.
_Holy Ghosts_ are the summoned spirits of Christian martyrs. These can be an unknown Crusader or even someone famous like Joan of Arc. Partly transparent, hued an otherworldly blue, and possessed of bright, glowing eyes, these entities are twice as strong and fast as a man and immune to pain – but not harm. While they are ghosts in a sense, they are still shackled to following the laws of physics. However, they do not need their spectral organs to live as they are already dead. Therefore, a bullet is most effective at tearing a Holy Ghost's tendons than holing their heart.
Maintaining a Holy Ghost is done automatically by the soul but at the expense of the body. Timothy is completely alright with one summoned, but is easily winded when he has summoned two. At three and four, he is forced to sit down, with him being pale at the latter. Having five summoned simultaneously will knock him to deathly unconsciousness and will take heavy tolls on his health. While Timothy can keep one Holy Ghost indefinitely, having two or more will strain Timothy's soul so much that after fifteen minutes, they will be forcibly dispelled.
Holy Ghosts are summoned with what they had on their person the moment of their death. While her visit could potentially be a very enlightening experience, Joan of Arc would not fight at her fullest since she wore a dress during her death at the pyre. Crusaders who died in battle are more valuable in that they are usually in full gear when summoned. However, all are prized and valuable relics of the past, and some of them possess ancient knowledge no longer available in the present.
It would appear that Holy Ghosts have lost much of their personality during their centuries in limbo. What they haven't lost, however, is hatred of the heathen, the unbeliever, and the heretic.
Holy Ghosts, being soul-bound to their summoner, are able to communicate with Tim telepathically in pure thoughts, defeating language barriers.
Holy Ghosts can be seen, heard and touched by other people. However, they don't feel much due to their slightly incorporeal properties. They mimic the natural body temperature of a human being, but have got no odor of their own.
_Cadwal of Godwyn_ is a deceased English Crusader knight who perished in the First Crusade, struck down by an arrow to his thigh, knocking him off his horse, that subsequently became gangrenous and from which he did not recover. Acting as a sort of guardian angel, even he himself is not sure what is exactly at work as he shares his mind and soul with Timothy, acting as the boy's second conscience and trying to steer him towards the right path.
Cadwal "sleeps," becoming completely inactive for four hours each day. This is to relieve some of the stress of Timothy's soul from having to maintain another thought-form. Cadwal does his best to time this with Timothy's regular sleeping hours.
---
**Bio:**
Born to two middle-class parents as the middle child of a litter of two boys and one girl, there isn't much to say about Timothy, considering his overall and overwhelming averageness which is offset only by his unique and (as he believes) God-given ability. While he was baptized, going to Church was never something routine for his family. Therefore, he sees his powers as a gift from God when they emerged when he was six years old.
Like many children, he thought up an imaginary friend. It was a knight, and his young mind could only describe it as "blue" and "like glass." When he was alone, he would play with the knight, and started a little game with his older brother and younger sister when he introduced the knight to them, and they made their own imaginary friends. Little did Timothy know, however, that his siblings' imagined creations were far different to what he had, for as time went on, the knight's responses became purely his own, and Timothy slowly lost the need to parrot them. Like another person living in his head, the knight would comment on day-to-day life, and when the young Timothy eyed upon a Bible, the knight energetically pleaded the boy to read it.
As little Tim read, his young mind was full of questions even from the starting book of Genesis. He would ask the knight in his head, who formally introduced himself as Cadwal of Godwyn, to explain it all for him, and he spent so many sleepless nights doing this sort of cooperative storytelling that his mother became worried at his lack of sleep and consulted a physician. On his third grade of elementary school, his family had to move elsewhere, and he was saddened by the sudden loss of friends; but Cadwal was always there and would never leave his mind. Upon his insistence, his father took him to Church one day, and was deeply happy at finally worshiping at a proper place.
As he became older and thus more aware of the sheer unnaturality of his unique ability, Tim wondered if he could do more with it. Praying to God, and after consulting Cadwal, he tried to call out an angel to advise him on what to do when his parents were divorcing. However, the only being that faded into existence was not a magnificent scion of Heaven, but a short-lasting, flickering blue ghost of a woman in armor. Timothy could not but gasp "Who are you?" at the figure, who replied with a sagely "Who I am is not important. But your faith in God is," before fading back into nothingness.
Encouraged by Cadwal, Timothy was henceforth convinced of his being blessed. Ever since then, he has been practicing and perfecting this unique ability of his by prayer and meditation.
Speaking with wizened words, Timothy prevented his parents' divorce by driving them to tears as he preached about the sanctity and inviolability of the oaths a couple takes in their marriage ceremony, with the help of his two beloved siblings.
---
**Other:**
Drowning in early adolescent male hormones, Timothy wanted to masturbate once (just to try it) but was halted by Cadwal (whom he thought was sleeping), who lectured him fiercely of the value of the "seed" and how it must not be wasted. |
52,985 | 1,435 | 124 | 2,465 | 3,276 | At the Football field #1 thirty minutes before the meeting, a spectacular show was going on. As it was night time, the students, who had to reign themselves in during the day and halt themselves from using their abilities, where going all-out with their abilities. The whole football field had transformed into a wondrous land, straight out of a fairy tale.
Large trees towering hundreds of meters high sprung to life at random places. Teens were jumping from branch to branch or otherwise just flying in loops and curves through them. Some of them had glowing wings of various shapes: Butterfly wings, bat wings, glowing white angel wings. Large animals straight out of a fantasy book flew around unhindered. A giant moth as big as an apartment building flew above the area, carrying kids who jumped straight down from its back with excited yelps. A dragon flew low and went in circles, carrying a band of one person who was conducting an orchestra compromised of hundreds of floating instruments that exuded glowing musical notes as they played.
Other students were swimming in a giant sphere of water floating right above the sudden forest. A Pegasus carrying one man swooped low and grabbed a random person every once in awhile, and the teen would cheerfully throw the surprised student straight into the giant body of water.
Spires of ice and pillars of fire danced from the ground and twisted into the sky, and lightning crackled and boomed in response followed by sudden sweeping tornadoes or even an occasional tidal wave from out of nowhere. Some areas snowed, some rained, others where bright and sunny. A multi-colored aurora shined in the sky and several people were sliding down a literal rainbow bridge.
The whole field looked like a diorama of colors and lights. Heads and bodies popped out of the ground, spirits and apparitions suddenly became visible and appeared and disappeared at random intervals. Laughter, cheering and shouting could be heard from everywhere you went. | Name: Saoji Makami
Age:
15
Gender: Male
Personality:
Humble and wise. Knows how to choose his battles. Usually analyzes the behavior in those around him; and predicts the person they truly are.
Talent:
Saoji found that he is able to persuade many unskilled individuals to his cause by telling them harsh truths about reality. "Unlocking the mind" as what others may call it. He is able to debate with someone until they finally give in and agrees with him. He believes that the world around them has been corrupted, therefore, he uses this as a means of making the world a better place. However, ever since attending the school, this task has been difficult for him. Everyone seems to have their own agenda, therefore, convincing them to change for the better has been a tough one. Also, if one individual's mind is strong enough, he is not able to convince them of anything.
Ability:
Dream sequences - The ability to give an individual a dream like state if the individual is caught daydreaming or is asleep. Within these sequences, he can manipulate the dream into whatever he desires. Usually he would make someone dream of a world without evil and corruption. Sometimes, he may even joke around and manipulate one's own desires and use that against them in the real world. While giving the dream state, his pupils turn hazel and he becomes focused on the individuals.
Bio:
Saoji Mikami, one of many students who has a superior sense of reasoning. Saoji grew up with a healthy set of parents, however, he considered himself the black sheep between his older brother and older sister. He clung to the shadows, paranoid of the violent world around him. He found that he was very passive, but when confronted, he becomes aggressive. He seems to know a bit of martial arts as well. Before attending the school, his father allowed him to have his most precious hand crafted sword made of a special material. When sticking to the shadows, Saoji keeps this sword on hand. He grew up believing that many around him were below him mentally, as if they've shown no proof of being smart to live safely. His father, unknowingly to him, had enemies. His father owned a growing company that many others wanted for themselves. Fortunately, his father was able to evade the assassination attempts but failed to keep Saoji safe since he was attending the school. Saoji is now aware that there was no way he could contact his family any longer, they were far away with no record of their whereabouts...Saoji is alone. His father's enemies started coming after him, therefore, he protects himself with the training his father gave him, his sword, and using the shadows to his advantage. He's not sure if the other students are aware of his secluded being, but if they are not...a potential dangers could threaten the entire school. |
52,986 | 1,435 | 125 | 2,176 | 944 | The sheer variety and intensity, the explosions of color and light, shook Timothy, and his eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. Trees that reached for the stars continued to grow to his left, and students that glided on magnificent angel wings described loops and arcs in the air to his right. He wasn't sure what facial expression to take, such was his incredulity, and the newness and intensity of what went before his eyes filled him with both excitement and fear.
"So this," he spread his arms out, as if to take the whole spectacle in their grasp and compress it into something more manageable, "is what I've been missing out on?"
"I told you, there's no sense in being a loner," a smug Aiden grinned. "Always holed up in your room. Why, man?"
"Well," Timothy still appeared to be dazzled, and didn't look back into his acquaintance's eyes. "The voice in my head doesn't want me here."
"Voice in your head? Does that mean you're a medium? You've haven't shown me your power yet."
Timothy mentally cursed himself for letting the hint roll off his tongue. Regaining his focus, he returned Aiden's gaze, wondering whether or not to dismiss him with another but purposeful and playful peek into his powers, but ultimately deciding against it. So it took him a moment to speak: "You'll see it when the time comes."
Aiden began to protest, but he cut him off. "Anyway," Timothy pointed at a healthy beast furred in immaculate white as he stepped towards it. "I don't think I've ever ridden a unicorn before!" | ##Timothy “Tim” Aquinas##
---
**Description:**
!( "Timothy")
An unassuming youth with pale skin, brown hair and emerald eyes, Timothy is lean and rather thin. Thin-framed eyeglasses sit upon the bridge of his nose, windows to eyes that brighten up in a charming, childlike way when he smiles. He stands at a good 6’0” tall, and prefers simple clothing: many of his shirts are black or grey and without print, and the ones that do have only minimalistic designs. His pants and other apparel are equally unassuming. But never is he seen without his only apparent accessory: a small pendant in the shape of an elaborate Celtic crucifix of silver, hanging from his neck by a chain.
Described by Cadwal as having a "cherub's melody," Timothy has a deceptively effeminate voice.
---
**Age:** 16
**Gender:** Male
---
**Personality:**
*“Not to us, O Lord, not to us, but to Your Name give glory.”*
The foremost thing one might notice about Timothy is his zeal. A devout Catholic, he is well-read in the Bible and zealous. And unlike some others, Timothy has taken the teachings of the Scripture to heart, making him a genuinely friendly and caring person. Love his neighbor, love his enemy? Timothy most certainly does. Honest and loyal, his care for the well-being of others extends to the spiritual: he is convinced that those of heathen faiths – especially the People of the Book But Do Not Believe – and true unbelievers must be enlightened sooner or later. Then there are the Ones Who Come in His Name but Twist His Words, like Westboro, which he finds especially despicable.
Timothy is especially fond of literature, especially medieval history. He knows full well how Duke Enrique of Savoy invaded Monferatto from the Duke of Mantua as he had run out of patience with waiting for Emperor Rudolf of the Holy Roman Empire to answer his petition to have the mentioned territory transferred to the custody of his daughter, Margherita, as she was kicked out of the Mantuan Duke’s court for not having sired a child for her husband, the Duke’s late brother, before he died. Always hungry for more knowledge, his learning of this subject which he most adores is supplemented by the Holy Ghosts whom he summons and who are more than willing to answer his many, many questions. They may also be the reason why his favorite video game is Medieval II: Total War.
Quite softspoken, the mildness of his words is such that people are often left cynically wondering whether or not Timothy is mocking them. The sincerity with which he prays before eating his meals is viewed by some as merely an exaggeration: a mockery of those who practice Christianity. However, Timothy does not practice deceit. What he does is honest.
He believes his unique ability to summon fallen Crusaders is given to him by God.
---
**Talent:**
*Esoteric Knowledge:* Timothy is well-read in obscure history books, and can regurgitate most of what he has learned, knowledge extracted from the literary works of people Like E.B Sledge, Sir Arthur Lloyd, and Peter H. Wilson. But, ever humble, Timothy only shares what he knows when the situation calls for it.
*Communicatio Larvali:* Timothy can communicate with summoned Holy Ghosts telepathically, surmounting any distance and time and in pure thought, eliminating the language barrier. Cadwal is a special case, and is an exception to the rule.
---
**Ability:**
_Legiones Ecclesiae:_ At his command, Timothy can call forth Holy Ghosts of the most proactive members of the Church-Militant, namely, Crusaders. Having had this unique gift since early childhood, he has improved the ability in that he can keep indefinitely one Holy Ghost and dispel them at his whim. With a whispered plea and holding a holy symbol of Christianity (like a cross, or his pendant), Timothy beckons the departed souls of those who killed and died in the name of Christ from the ether and into the worldly earth. Fading into existence, they are then at the summoner's beck and call. However, the summoned are picked at random: Timothy does not yet have the ability to call specific people.
_Holy Ghosts_ are the summoned spirits of Christian martyrs. These can be an unknown Crusader or even someone famous like Joan of Arc. Partly transparent, hued an otherworldly blue, and possessed of bright, glowing eyes, these entities are twice as strong and fast as a man and immune to pain – but not harm. While they are ghosts in a sense, they are still shackled to following the laws of physics. However, they do not need their spectral organs to live as they are already dead. Therefore, a bullet is most effective at tearing a Holy Ghost's tendons than holing their heart.
Maintaining a Holy Ghost is done automatically by the soul but at the expense of the body. Timothy is completely alright with one summoned, but is easily winded when he has summoned two. At three and four, he is forced to sit down, with him being pale at the latter. Having five summoned simultaneously will knock him to deathly unconsciousness and will take heavy tolls on his health. While Timothy can keep one Holy Ghost indefinitely, having two or more will strain Timothy's soul so much that after fifteen minutes, they will be forcibly dispelled.
Holy Ghosts are summoned with what they had on their person the moment of their death. While her visit could potentially be a very enlightening experience, Joan of Arc would not fight at her fullest since she wore a dress during her death at the pyre. Crusaders who died in battle are more valuable in that they are usually in full gear when summoned. However, all are prized and valuable relics of the past, and some of them possess ancient knowledge no longer available in the present.
It would appear that Holy Ghosts have lost much of their personality during their centuries in limbo. What they haven't lost, however, is hatred of the heathen, the unbeliever, and the heretic.
Holy Ghosts, being soul-bound to their summoner, are able to communicate with Tim telepathically in pure thoughts, defeating language barriers.
Holy Ghosts can be seen, heard and touched by other people. However, they don't feel much due to their slightly incorporeal properties. They mimic the natural body temperature of a human being, but have got no odor of their own.
_Cadwal of Godwyn_ is a deceased English Crusader knight who perished in the First Crusade, struck down by an arrow to his thigh, knocking him off his horse, that subsequently became gangrenous and from which he did not recover. Acting as a sort of guardian angel, even he himself is not sure what is exactly at work as he shares his mind and soul with Timothy, acting as the boy's second conscience and trying to steer him towards the right path.
Cadwal "sleeps," becoming completely inactive for four hours each day. This is to relieve some of the stress of Timothy's soul from having to maintain another thought-form. Cadwal does his best to time this with Timothy's regular sleeping hours.
---
**Bio:**
Born to two middle-class parents as the middle child of a litter of two boys and one girl, there isn't much to say about Timothy, considering his overall and overwhelming averageness which is offset only by his unique and (as he believes) God-given ability. While he was baptized, going to Church was never something routine for his family. Therefore, he sees his powers as a gift from God when they emerged when he was six years old.
Like many children, he thought up an imaginary friend. It was a knight, and his young mind could only describe it as "blue" and "like glass." When he was alone, he would play with the knight, and started a little game with his older brother and younger sister when he introduced the knight to them, and they made their own imaginary friends. Little did Timothy know, however, that his siblings' imagined creations were far different to what he had, for as time went on, the knight's responses became purely his own, and Timothy slowly lost the need to parrot them. Like another person living in his head, the knight would comment on day-to-day life, and when the young Timothy eyed upon a Bible, the knight energetically pleaded the boy to read it.
As little Tim read, his young mind was full of questions even from the starting book of Genesis. He would ask the knight in his head, who formally introduced himself as Cadwal of Godwyn, to explain it all for him, and he spent so many sleepless nights doing this sort of cooperative storytelling that his mother became worried at his lack of sleep and consulted a physician. On his third grade of elementary school, his family had to move elsewhere, and he was saddened by the sudden loss of friends; but Cadwal was always there and would never leave his mind. Upon his insistence, his father took him to Church one day, and was deeply happy at finally worshiping at a proper place.
As he became older and thus more aware of the sheer unnaturality of his unique ability, Tim wondered if he could do more with it. Praying to God, and after consulting Cadwal, he tried to call out an angel to advise him on what to do when his parents were divorcing. However, the only being that faded into existence was not a magnificent scion of Heaven, but a short-lasting, flickering blue ghost of a woman in armor. Timothy could not but gasp "Who are you?" at the figure, who replied with a sagely "Who I am is not important. But your faith in God is," before fading back into nothingness.
Encouraged by Cadwal, Timothy was henceforth convinced of his being blessed. Ever since then, he has been practicing and perfecting this unique ability of his by prayer and meditation.
Speaking with wizened words, Timothy prevented his parents' divorce by driving them to tears as he preached about the sanctity and inviolability of the oaths a couple takes in their marriage ceremony, with the help of his two beloved siblings.
---
**Other:**
Drowning in early adolescent male hormones, Timothy wanted to masturbate once (just to try it) but was halted by Cadwal (whom he thought was sleeping), who lectured him fiercely of the value of the "seed" and how it must not be wasted. |
52,987 | 1,435 | 126 | 2,465 | 3,276 | Suddenly, a large voice boomed throughout the field.
"Louise Sophoro has arrived!"
At once, the people in the air cleared away, as if on cue. Once the air was completely empty, something began happening: A single dark stone block appeared in the air, quickly followed by another, and then another and then another. Soon the whole sky was filled with thousand of these dark stones. They began reassembling themselves, piling on top of each other, forming towers, walls, buttresses, parapets, crenelations and walkways.
When they finished, a large obsidian castle loomed over the grounds, casting a dark shadow over it. A strange cold eminated from the great structure, that ignored clothes or coverings and struck you right through the bones and gripped your soul. There, at the very center tower, was a very sleepy looking Louise. She dressed, of course, in spaghetti strapped pajama's and short shorts - not that she seemed to care. Louise was flanked by two guards. One of them was responsible for the creation of the castle.
"Oh man, Sky Castle Oblivion always gives me the chills when I see it," commented a random student. He was looking up at the grand structure with a mixture of awe and fear; he was not the only one.
"Yeah? Well if Consul Louise's little show was the standard, we'll be seeing Queen Henrietta's and King Winston's own castles as well." The titles 'King' and 'Queen' where not said sarcastically, not when it came to the Rulers, and especially not after seeing their Castles. Of course, they were not castles in the strict sense of the word, as newcomers would soon see.
Soon enough, another voice was heard, it just as loud but more feminine.
"Winston Chill has arrived!"
It appeared from out of the football field next to them. It rose up, absurdly large for what it was; an aircraft carrier, complete with jets and dragons and with a flag hoisted on the command deck. There were rows of turrets and cannons aligned on the side, however they were unmanned. It made for an intimidating sight, but did not quite have the same effect on everyone that the Castle Oblivion had, but then again, it did not need to.
Winston Chill himself was at the forefront; he was a slim brown haired young man with noble features, and wore jogging pants and a sweater. Even from a distance, there was something definitely charismatic about the boy. He was the center of attention, not his 'Castle' and everyone seemed to recognize that. His whole group was lined up behind him waving down on the people below.
"Haha! I've always wondered where he picked that out from, the 'HMS Mars'. Seriously, he keeps the name of his 'Castle-Maker' a secret so we have no idea who made the thing and how."
"Ah, well it's just one of his things; 'there's a certain power in secrecy' was what he said."
The random student's sighed. Then they looked up with an expectant grin. "Now . . . it's about time for Queen Henrietta to show up, eh?"
"Oh boy, time to duck."
Right at that moment, unannounced, a dragon appeared. No, to call it a dragon was like calling Louise's Castle a brick house, or Winston's aircraft carrier a boat. This was no dragon; this was a giant behemoth in the shape of a dragon!
Golden scales, large molten gold eyes and large silver teeth; a body so large it overshadowed all that came before it, and a wingspan that nearly covered the whole school. It flew above Louise's and Wintson's own Castles because there was no room for it. On it's back was an acropolis that looked Greek in design, with a replica of the Athena's Parthenon at it's very center. It exuded and aura of power that made it seem brighter than normal.
"And there it is, the Magna Divina. I've heard it means Great Divine in Latin. A lot of people prefer to call it Smaug."
"Are you kidding? That thing's way bigger than Smaug is!"
Henrietta, of course, was somewhere she could be seen: On the head of the great dragon, in thin white silky pajama's that stretched to her feet and a dark red jacket over it. Despite looking like she just woke up, she was still as beautiful as ever, with her long golden hair flying in the wind and her blue eyes staring down on everyone. With or without preparation, she would still be the most attractive person in the school.
"Henrietta Fawkes has arrived!"
Everyone looked up at these three in awe, especially the newcomers. There was something about these structures and the people they carried that felt so powerful.
One of the newcomers bumped into Timothy. "Oh, sorry about that . . . but wow! Those things are just . . . man I wonder, if I become a Ruler, will I be able to get a castle like that? Maybe I should issue a challenge . . ."
With the gathering of these three, the meet was about to begin. | Name: Saoji Makami
Age:
15
Gender: Male
Personality:
Humble and wise. Knows how to choose his battles. Usually analyzes the behavior in those around him; and predicts the person they truly are.
Talent:
Saoji found that he is able to persuade many unskilled individuals to his cause by telling them harsh truths about reality. "Unlocking the mind" as what others may call it. He is able to debate with someone until they finally give in and agrees with him. He believes that the world around them has been corrupted, therefore, he uses this as a means of making the world a better place. However, ever since attending the school, this task has been difficult for him. Everyone seems to have their own agenda, therefore, convincing them to change for the better has been a tough one. Also, if one individual's mind is strong enough, he is not able to convince them of anything.
Ability:
Dream sequences - The ability to give an individual a dream like state if the individual is caught daydreaming or is asleep. Within these sequences, he can manipulate the dream into whatever he desires. Usually he would make someone dream of a world without evil and corruption. Sometimes, he may even joke around and manipulate one's own desires and use that against them in the real world. While giving the dream state, his pupils turn hazel and he becomes focused on the individuals.
Bio:
Saoji Mikami, one of many students who has a superior sense of reasoning. Saoji grew up with a healthy set of parents, however, he considered himself the black sheep between his older brother and older sister. He clung to the shadows, paranoid of the violent world around him. He found that he was very passive, but when confronted, he becomes aggressive. He seems to know a bit of martial arts as well. Before attending the school, his father allowed him to have his most precious hand crafted sword made of a special material. When sticking to the shadows, Saoji keeps this sword on hand. He grew up believing that many around him were below him mentally, as if they've shown no proof of being smart to live safely. His father, unknowingly to him, had enemies. His father owned a growing company that many others wanted for themselves. Fortunately, his father was able to evade the assassination attempts but failed to keep Saoji safe since he was attending the school. Saoji is now aware that there was no way he could contact his family any longer, they were far away with no record of their whereabouts...Saoji is alone. His father's enemies started coming after him, therefore, he protects himself with the training his father gave him, his sword, and using the shadows to his advantage. He's not sure if the other students are aware of his secluded being, but if they are not...a potential dangers could threaten the entire school. |
52,988 | 1,435 | 127 | 156 | 2,749 | The field was big and chaos thrived in it. Poppy found herself shyly moving about the place, wishing she had gained a cooler power instead of insta-learn. A small Chinese-dragon like thing swerved in front of her and riding a top of it was a boy who whooped and hollered at her. Poppy smiled and waved, feeling a sense of desire to ride on top of a freakin’ dragon. No such luck, the shimmering scales disappeared from her view and into the clouds. Colors seemed to explode in front of her eyes and the vibrancy thrummed more-so than it ever did in the presence of the teachers. Biting her lip, Poppy dove into nearby pile of snow and started making a snow angel. That is when she saw it.
A castle!
An aircraft!
A god damn dragon!
Poppy couldn’t stop her mouth from dropping. That was the biggest thing she has ever laid eyes on and she quite envied Henrietta for it. Part of Poppy wanted to join her gang or whatever just so she could ride that freaking thing! Golden scales blinked at her like taunting riches and wings spread out such a distance that Poppy couldn’t even estimate how long it was. The blonde whistled under her breath and stumbled to her feet, almost knocking into someone next to her. | !( "Poppy O'Conner")
**Name:** Poppy O’Conner
**Age:** 16
**Gender:** Female
**Personality:** Poppy is an awkward girl who often says the wrong things when around people she doesn’t know well. When with friends, though, Poppy is loud, talkative, and, unfortunately, punny. She doesn’t understand the point of keeping things secret, so she has no qualms with saying exactly what is going on in her life or what of the likes if someone asks her. Poppy has the unfortunate habit of bottling up her emotions and, even when telling her “sob” story, keeps a straight face or shrugs it off when people ask her how she is feeling. The blonde has a hard time connecting with people on a personal level and when she attempts to express her sadness, she is often deterred by sympathetically distant responses. She is not particularly motivated to do anything and tries to find the easiest ways to do things. Her worst habit is procrastination and most of her work does not get done until the night before it’s due.
**Talent:**_ Learner_: Poppy learns new things with relative ease and has a near perfect memory where she can store all the new information. She dabbles in most genres of information and knows many random facts.
**Ability**: _Know-It-All_: By pressing her hand anywhere on a book, or anything that holds information, she can absorb the information and remember it completely. This gives her a higher level of intelligence than most. Due to absorbing psychology books and pamphlets, Poppy can easily read people by their body language. If an animal is sick? She can check for any symptoms of the million of diseases and illnesses in her knowledge. However, after absorbing too much information, Poppy gets queasy and dizzy; if she goes past that, though she never has so far, she would probably die.
**Bio:**
Poppy is an American and was born on an Air Force base in Florida. Her father is in the military and she has had to move around a lot for his work. Her parents were always busy with work – not that Poppy minded, because when they weren’t, the family was always hanging out – and so Poppy took up the habit of reading constantly. Because of her father’s work, Poppy’s dad would get deployed many times and Poppy would be stuck with her mother.
It wasn’t that Poppy didn’t like her mother, in fact, Poppy adored her mother...that is before her alcoholism came back after ten years of sobriety (she quit before Poppy was born). Her mother spiraled into a pit of depression and, in turn, Poppy too had begun to feel depressed. Later on, she was diagnosed with depression and anxiety and was prescribed medicine to take. Poppy, often than not, does not take her medicine because “it makes her feel funny.”
One day, when Poppy was fourteen and her father was home from deployment, the blonde girl came home to her mother crying in her bedroom, drunk as per usual, and attempting to call a rehab facility. Not knowing what to do, Poppy attempted to call her dad to help her, but he wasn’t picking up. After the police came (one of the rehab centers had called the cops on her mom to make sure she wasn’t harming herself) and Poppy finally managed to get a hold of her dad, everything just froze for Poppy. Her mother went to rehab until the week before Poppy’s fifteenth birthday, but that wasn’t what the problem was for Poppy. She discovered that, in her time of need, she was having a hard time connecting with her friends. They would tell her that “it would be alright” and that “at least your mom is getting better” but that didn’t satisfy Poppy – they felt distant.
After her mom was released, Poppy’s dad got a new job in Wales and the O’Conner family jumped at the chance to go for it was “a new start.”
Other: Poppy is terrified of not being able to control herself (therefore, she stays away from drugs, alcohol and such and such) |
52,989 | 1,436 | 0 | 1,855 | 720 | Sunday Lunch time
Late Autumn, Sol City
Corona park was a sea of golden leaves and the sun was hanging lower causing the grass than take a slightly golden effect. The bright plants of summer had died back and been replaced by the autumnal tones and crunch of dried leaves on the winding paths in the forest Walk.
In the cities old Harbour the old warehouse apartments brightly stood out in the harbour, brick weathered by decades of harsh weather and paint of there former companies still vaguely viable though many now where trendy apartments and shops..
The weather had begun to turn slowly to winter, nights where drawing in and the sun Sat lower in the sky. Still Sol City was bright, pumpkin spice lattees sold by the thousand in the coffee shops and the bright lights of Centre Point gleamed out visible for miles despite the changing seasons. | Marilania (Romus), Olympus
(double barreled, somewhat a name she hides)
Age: 27
Appearance: fairly Athletic, long straight Blonde and with a penchant for skirts she remained in good shape after professional sports, though now is quite abit off her competition times. Always wearing a silver necklace in the style of 3 moons linked together gifted from an old friend, and a fair sized diamond ring that belonged to her grandmother which she values above all other things.
She has a distinct knife wound scar on stomach she tries to downplay and looks much like her mother but has eyes nearly identical to her father in a fairly cold grey.
Sometimes seen in more normal clothes, other times wears a flight suit with range of patches from a few airlines and UK flag for work and vintage aviators picked up on her travels. Otherwise favours UK/European clothing brands and styles.
Distinct English Accent despite travels
Height: 5’5
Weight: 130 pounds
Likes:
Pancakes
Flying
Driving, Mostly SUV and off roaders.
Tea
Exploring old ruins and local towns
Technology
Awful movies
Swimming
Rock music
Bakers
Dislikes:
Crash landings
Smoking
being a passenger
Deceptions, lies and intriques
Ultra packed locations
Cold weather/places
Navy/Ships.
Long term ties to where she lives
Being judged for her Family name/appearance
Zodiac Sign: TAURUS
Special Talent: Able to make a Chocolate filled pancake with chocolate between two layers of pancake,
Very quick to adapt to new cities.
Profession: qualified pilot and Co Crew on a local cargo. Helicopters and short haul airline flights respectively. (also works in there small inner city office when not flying cago's and does general paperwork related to aircraft)
Bio/Personality: Daughter of an English wealthy family, her mother Maria raised her alone after her father Vesarian a captain and owner of a shipping enterprise involved in several less than above board jobs left her before she was born.
Raised on the family estate she was taught for her younger years quickly learning to be fluent in both Latin and English as an old family tradition dictated. Sent off to a private academy when she was barely in secondary education, she soon found her skills after an injury on running track in the swimming pool and won multiple awards in various championships. Though this time was not all easy, being away from family for so long, being abandoned as a child and a lack of a “home” took its toll and made her distant and also reserved.
Things turned round when she took a flying lesson for fun as part of the academies extracurricular programme; she soon took to it and passed her full license just before she was 18.
Returning home to her family, the manufacturing business was turning nasty and a rival firm moving meant her happy reunion was shortlived soon sucked into the internal battles, rivalries internal and external that had plagued the family for decades. Worse still when a mugging went wrong left her with a now scar she hides on her stomach she decided to try and find her own way and escape her family’s internal pull down into its darkside of wealth.
Meeting her step sister Victoria and her father just before she left was the final straw and headed off and worked for a mix of local airlines, helicopter taxi and other jobs before now taking a role at the Sol city Daedalus Airlines and settling down into a smaller but well-furnished top floor apartment in one of the outer districts.
Recently arrived into the city she has not got many ties to the place, renting everything out of habit from a pre furnished apartment, to an offroad SUV (land rover Discovery) on short term leases, never wanting long term ties to a place.
(Had to leave anchorage after a news article linked her father to legal arms trade in Africa and her and his name where linked by a investigative journalist. Headed to Sol city to take up a new work contract for local air freight company.)
Personality wise she is fairly confident, flirty but also takes a while to warm to people having moved about so much. Fairly easy going, slower to trust though and less willing to forgive. Not always wanting to get very close to people as less to deal with when she moves on. Maybe the new city will change her outlook or just be another stamp on the passport.
Caring but again takes time for that to happen after many moves, and too many people. Generally takes time for true self to evident.
Has very few personal effects with her bar the named jewellery as had been pretty nomadic since she was 18 ish, 9 years or thereabout.
Your character's favorite song:
The following is not required, but we strongly encourage you to at least put a little something. In the past we have found that when players get to know each other as real people, not just as names on a screen, it helps the longevity of the game. Seriously, please get to know your fellow players.
Tell us about yourself:
*Your age: 27
*What part of the world are you from? United Kingdom
*How many years have you been writing/roleplaying: 1-2 years offsite, 3 months on guild
*How often do you have time to post? Fairly Regularly, 2-3 times a week, maybe more at weekend
*Anything else you want to mention? Tea loving office dweller, i paint, do photography and self confessed a bit of a nerd on some things. I also collect wargames models.
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52,990 | 1,436 | 1 | 1,855 | 720 | Marinalia (Romus) Olympus
Old Harbour, Sunday morning
Waking up as the Autumn sun gleamed off the old Harbour and several boats where deploying sails and starting to head out down river Marinalia was still getting used to the warehouse apartment she had rented just by the Marina. It was prefurnished and pretty generic, a large aged brick walled living room and dining kitchen with cast iron columns dominated by the tall windows was pretty inviting, well if you lived there a while. 2 bedrooms and a en suite master completed the apartment, ideal if her sister decided to visit like she often did, one bathroom only cause endless arguments over showers.
Getting dressed in her normal skirt and finding a pale pink track jacket from the floor, never quite the tidy one in the family as she headed to find tea, it had taken her days to find a decent tea shop in the city. Still athletic from years of swimming, long blonde hair and distinctive grey eyes she was not hard to miss at the pool Marinalia still enjoyed to do a few km on a Sunday morning.
Throwing on a light coat, a shoulder bag and a pair of below the knee boots teamed with a pair of vintage aviator sunglasses, a little extra she found in a market years ago, they fitted her profession flying helicopters for the Daedalus Airlines locally, new contract, new city, rented apartment and a white Landrover Discovery parked on the ground floor, sure it ate a good bite out her salary but it was her one real extravagance.
leaving the Luna Sports Facility
It had been a good swim, 4 km and a smoothie later the bright day outside could finish drying her hair off, it was a too nice day to waste with a hair drier. A few had noticed her figure, and one of the ladies had tutted her boyfriend. Always was a confidence boost to be noticed in a good way. Heading out to the Old Starboard for a snack, a good swim always made he peckish.
The Old Starboard
The bar was quiet, they mainly served food in the Lunch to early afternoon shift, a shopping bag lent against the Bars veranda balistrade from Swan songs, a few records for her father, he always got bored on his long voyages, Watching the sky above Marinalia saw a familiar helicopter fly over and come into landing at Centre Point. With a painted blue and white tail, one of the crew from Finland, he had been with them a few years. Hers was getting a UK flag kindly painted on the tail as the airline allowed the Pilots a small amount of customization on there aircraft.
She had been flying with them for a few weeks, the pay was solid, Daedalus Airlines had offered a nice bonus too as they where short on crews, though now she had been finally assigned a permanent aircraft now she had passed the flight tests and safety checks that always came with a new contract. | Marilania (Romus), Olympus
(double barreled, somewhat a name she hides)
Age: 27
Appearance: fairly Athletic, long straight Blonde and with a penchant for skirts she remained in good shape after professional sports, though now is quite abit off her competition times. Always wearing a silver necklace in the style of 3 moons linked together gifted from an old friend, and a fair sized diamond ring that belonged to her grandmother which she values above all other things.
She has a distinct knife wound scar on stomach she tries to downplay and looks much like her mother but has eyes nearly identical to her father in a fairly cold grey.
Sometimes seen in more normal clothes, other times wears a flight suit with range of patches from a few airlines and UK flag for work and vintage aviators picked up on her travels. Otherwise favours UK/European clothing brands and styles.
Distinct English Accent despite travels
Height: 5’5
Weight: 130 pounds
Likes:
Pancakes
Flying
Driving, Mostly SUV and off roaders.
Tea
Exploring old ruins and local towns
Technology
Awful movies
Swimming
Rock music
Bakers
Dislikes:
Crash landings
Smoking
being a passenger
Deceptions, lies and intriques
Ultra packed locations
Cold weather/places
Navy/Ships.
Long term ties to where she lives
Being judged for her Family name/appearance
Zodiac Sign: TAURUS
Special Talent: Able to make a Chocolate filled pancake with chocolate between two layers of pancake,
Very quick to adapt to new cities.
Profession: qualified pilot and Co Crew on a local cargo. Helicopters and short haul airline flights respectively. (also works in there small inner city office when not flying cago's and does general paperwork related to aircraft)
Bio/Personality: Daughter of an English wealthy family, her mother Maria raised her alone after her father Vesarian a captain and owner of a shipping enterprise involved in several less than above board jobs left her before she was born.
Raised on the family estate she was taught for her younger years quickly learning to be fluent in both Latin and English as an old family tradition dictated. Sent off to a private academy when she was barely in secondary education, she soon found her skills after an injury on running track in the swimming pool and won multiple awards in various championships. Though this time was not all easy, being away from family for so long, being abandoned as a child and a lack of a “home” took its toll and made her distant and also reserved.
Things turned round when she took a flying lesson for fun as part of the academies extracurricular programme; she soon took to it and passed her full license just before she was 18.
Returning home to her family, the manufacturing business was turning nasty and a rival firm moving meant her happy reunion was shortlived soon sucked into the internal battles, rivalries internal and external that had plagued the family for decades. Worse still when a mugging went wrong left her with a now scar she hides on her stomach she decided to try and find her own way and escape her family’s internal pull down into its darkside of wealth.
Meeting her step sister Victoria and her father just before she left was the final straw and headed off and worked for a mix of local airlines, helicopter taxi and other jobs before now taking a role at the Sol city Daedalus Airlines and settling down into a smaller but well-furnished top floor apartment in one of the outer districts.
Recently arrived into the city she has not got many ties to the place, renting everything out of habit from a pre furnished apartment, to an offroad SUV (land rover Discovery) on short term leases, never wanting long term ties to a place.
(Had to leave anchorage after a news article linked her father to legal arms trade in Africa and her and his name where linked by a investigative journalist. Headed to Sol city to take up a new work contract for local air freight company.)
Personality wise she is fairly confident, flirty but also takes a while to warm to people having moved about so much. Fairly easy going, slower to trust though and less willing to forgive. Not always wanting to get very close to people as less to deal with when she moves on. Maybe the new city will change her outlook or just be another stamp on the passport.
Caring but again takes time for that to happen after many moves, and too many people. Generally takes time for true self to evident.
Has very few personal effects with her bar the named jewellery as had been pretty nomadic since she was 18 ish, 9 years or thereabout.
Your character's favorite song:
The following is not required, but we strongly encourage you to at least put a little something. In the past we have found that when players get to know each other as real people, not just as names on a screen, it helps the longevity of the game. Seriously, please get to know your fellow players.
Tell us about yourself:
*Your age: 27
*What part of the world are you from? United Kingdom
*How many years have you been writing/roleplaying: 1-2 years offsite, 3 months on guild
*How often do you have time to post? Fairly Regularly, 2-3 times a week, maybe more at weekend
*Anything else you want to mention? Tea loving office dweller, i paint, do photography and self confessed a bit of a nerd on some things. I also collect wargames models.
"These are the things that make a good story great and good writers even greater." |
52,991 | 1,436 | 2 | 1,998 | 752 | Kei Kinzo
With a hot coffee in hand Kei slowly walked along one of many paved paths within Corona Park. He watched as the golden yellow leaves slowly fell from the various trees around him. This was a part of his everyday daily routine, he had already finished his classes for the day and had nothing else to do but waste time doing whatever he felt like doing. While it seems boring from an outside perspective Kei found it to be one of the most interesting parts of his day. He got to observe all the people around him and take in the beauty of Corona Park. That was simple, and he likes the simple things in life. Taking a sip from his coffee he continued to walk, occasionally stepping on a leaf, hearing it crunch under his weight. It was definitely becoming winter. Upon coming up to a bench he took a seat and let out a heavy sigh.「I'm bored...」He muttered as he placed his coffee down next to him. Despite Kei loving the simple life, he still gets bored like any other person and at this moment, he was bored out of his damn mind. He moved his hands up to his scarf and pulled it up slightly over his mouth and slumped back into the bench. Seeing as he had finished his trades earlier in the morning and there has not been anyone looking for any sort of small arms, he was stuck in a perpetual state of boredom. With his eyes wide open he titled his head back and stared up into the afternoon sky.「Same sky as always, nothing different...」He let out another loud and deep sigh, right after he took a deep breath and stood up. Giving up all hope he grabbed his coffee, slumped his head down, and slogged down the rest of the paved path until he made it to an exit. He was about done for the day and was fully ready to become a hermit in his house for the rest of the day.
Luckily he changed his mind and made a detour along the way home to go and workout for a little while to change up his mood. He downed the rest of his coffee and tossed the empty cup into the trash as he made his way to the Luna Sports Facility. It was quiet a walk but he made it within a reasonable amount of time. After checking in and getting what he needed he changed and immediately went for a swim, despite the cold weather he wanted to jump into the cold water to refresh his body. Within a few laps, he got out from the pool and took himself to the bar to get himself a smoothie. With smoothie in hand he found himself an open seat and plopped himself down. He pulled his phone and began browsing the web as he slowly enjoyed his smoothie. | Name: Kei Kinzo
Age: 21
Appearance:
Height: 178 cm or 5'11"
Weight: 82 kg or 180 lbs
Likes: Kind people, video games, cold weather, anime, manga, talking to people, technology, cars, fun activities, girls, cooking, good food, living comfortably, keeping things simple, guns, glasses.
Dislikes: Bad people, boring people, overly deep water, liars, school, unneeded details, cigarettes.
Zodiac Sign: Aquarius
Special Talent:
Kei doesn't have any extraordinary special talent, but what he is good at is video games, cars, and cooking. Aside from those three things he is about as average as a person can get in terms of other talents.
Profession:
To avoid having to work for the rest of his life Kei decided on taking a job that would allow him to both have fun and make tons of money on a day to day basis, as such his profession lies in day trade, whether it be stocks or foreign currency he trades them all and makes a good amount of money doing it. Despite having an honest to good job, every now and again he is an arms dealer that lies within the grey area of legality.
Bio/Personality:
Kei is probably an overly outgoing guy, he was always this way since a young age, he really didn't care who someone was or what kind of person they were as long as they were kind he was able to get along with them with ease. He is a simplistic thinker and hates when things are made overly complicated since there is no real reason for things to become harder than it already is. As such he does his best to simplify every aspect of his life without compromising his interests. While yes he would love to live as a god and not have to worry about bodily functions, but he would not go and get special surgery to get bodily functions removed. A trait that usually goes hand in hand with outgoing, is being kind and helpful. Kei does not lack that trait in any way you can say he is the epitome of a kind and outgoing guy even to a fault. Aside from all that Kei is the type of guy to try and get to know a random stranger in the street and hopefully become friends with said stranger for a lifetime, he cares that deeply for relationships.
Growing up Kei was always intelligent and methodical about everything he did, this carried all through his life even to now. That's one of the reasons he decided to become a day trade and arms dealer. He wanted a life of relative ease and comfort. While he does hate the idea of school he understands that somewhere down the line the diploma and education will benefit him and as such he is putting himself through school something that his parents always struggled to do as they could never afford to get him in, but with Kei coming into a fortune due to day trading and arms dealing, he has no problems affording the tuition costs for school, as such he puts himself through it all. While yes Kei is indeed richer than most people, he does not like to show it off because then he feels he is being a horrible person for doing so.
Your character's favorite song:
*Your age: 20
*Region: United States
*How many years have you been writing/roleplaying: 4-5 years
*How often do you have time to post?: Pretty much everyday unless stated otherwise
*Misc: I do attend university so sometimes the work load from that may cause me to go MIA for a day or two, but I will always give a heads up!
"These are the things that make a good story great and good writers even greater." |
52,992 | 1,436 | 3 | 1,817 | 177 | The sound of a bellowing freight train horn was nothing new to the residents of southeastern Sol-City. For most, the absence of the noise would have been usual, even for a Sunday afternoon. The industrial base of Sol City was just beginning to prepare for the work week ahead. Southside was one of the city’s oldest sections next to the urban core of downtown and the tracks that passed through connected north along the river everything from concrete foundries to steel mills. To no surprise, most of the housing was firmly blue collar and centered on the main drag of Southside Boulevard that continued all the way into the city center.
Tucked away near a crossing, just a few turns off the mainline was Apex Designs.
Outside the open bay door sat a red Jeep Wrangler just barely nosed into the shop enough to keep the rear off the curb. The hood was up and various bottles of different fluids sat on the ground outside, all neatly arranged. On a make shift rope-line stretched across the garage front hung the soft-top’s vinyl windows basking in the last gasps of heat from the Fall sun. A mechanic’s cart covered in numerous tool manufacturers and parts companies’ decals sat idly by the ensemble and somewhere inside the shop a radio blared. On top of the fender sat a canned energy drink wet with condensation. Underneath the vehicle, on a creeper, lay Joel Nicolosi, asleep.
The Jeep Wrangler was one of only three vehicles that Joel had ever purchased in his life and was the youngest of the same three he owned. He’d purchased it not far out of high school in order to pull his first car out of the daily-driver category. After a decade of ownership it had grown from its mostly stock form into larger tires, various lighting accessories, an elevated stance and its most unusual “theme”. The bright red base had two black stripes that ran over the front and the back quarters with two registration plates on the back: One on the lower corner, the standard Sol-City legal registration reading, RAWR, and in the center of the spare tire, a white and yellow, Jurassic Park i.n. C.R. 85 complete with the logo T-Rex skeleton.
The weight of the approaching freight drag shook the ground gently and one eye blinked open. When the conductor sounded the horn for the next crossing Joel stared blankly back into the shop. Sunday was normally the day he liked to take care of his own equipment, in this case putting the top back on the Jeep for the winter and changing out the transmission and transfer case oils. In the Spring, when the top came off, he did both differentials. It was easy to remember that way. However, he had worked through all of Saturday and most of the night. Fatigue was catching up, or rather, had caught up completely somewhere around 11am had passed him. The warmth beneath the vehicle and the gentle fall sunlight had been just right to lull him into a catnap.
The small shop was at capacity with three vehicles. In front, an S13 240SX stared back at him on jackstands. He had stayed up late working on it. There would be new, five-lug hubs for that guy along with calipers, pads, rotors and a master cylinder off of a 300ZX. In a corner the new wheels and tires were stacked and waiting. It would be a smart little street machine when it was done. Beyond that was a BMW X5 raised up on his single lift. Joel hated the car with a passion. Like all X5’s it had a coolant leak and like all BMWs was heinously over-engineered. The spaghetti maze of coolant hoses were a bitch and he couldn’t wait to get it out and charge the customer a hefty sum for his trouble. Finally in the far back of the shop sat an undisturbed 300ZX race car looking back at him from beneath the 240- that was another matter entirely.
He yawned and pushed an empty protein powder tub underneath the drain plug on the transmission and set about loosening the fill plug first as he thought about working all night again and sleeping during the day on Monday.
Joel's Shop Radio #1 | Name: Joel Nicolosi
Age: 32
Height: 6’1”
Weight: 185 lbs
Likes:
+Caffeine
+Reading
+Conspiracy Theories
+Working-Out
+Talk Radio
+Cars/Trucks/Vehicles/etc.
Dislikes:
-Seafood
-Sports
-Cold Weather
-Bad Grammar
-Authority
-Disorganization
Zodiac Sign: Gemini
Special Talent: Legendary Alcohol Tolerance
Profession: Mechanic/Owner Apex Designs, a small, single-door garage, tucked away on the industrial Southside end of town with enough room for about three cars inside.
Bio/Personality:
Joel is a man who views himself as someone not necessarily doing what they want to do in life, but doing what they're good at. He enjoys repairing the automotive woes of many of Sol City’s wealthy clientele. However, even though his work is considered some of the best in the city, he’s often equally known for his lengthy vacations and costly invoices. Additionally armed with a business degree that he earned off of an only briefly offered scholarship in his youth, he very carefully balances work, play and sometimes outright laziness. He keeps no set schedule and can be found in his shop sometimes at the most bizarre of hours.
Outwardly, Joel has a very arrogant aura that often turns off others. He’s been told that he’s “unapproachable” and though he likes the thought of being intimidating, sometimes he does feel a genuine desire to have deeper conversations. He enjoys flirting and being in some social venues, but often feels bored and out of place. He doesn’t consider himself extroverted. Interestingly, he tends to talk non-stop while working on vehicles and has his own crowd of conversational regulars, often the bored and retired older men of the city, that stop by just to see what he’s working on.
Joel is very aware of his eccentricities and has a warped sense of justice. He enjoys watching people that may have wronged him or refused his advice “get what they deserve” to the point of comedy. He likes that some may look down on him for his chosen profession, but at the same time wishes he was doing something else. He’s never satisfied for very long.
Favorite Song:
Tell us about yourself:
Age: 32
What part of the world are you from?: VA, USA
How many years have you been writing/roleplaying: Around 17
How often do you have time to post?: Usually 2-3 times per week, maybe more depending on my work schedule/other things.
Anything else you want to mention?:
I actually work a pretty cool job, but it does demand a lot of time out of me sometimes. I'm married and have three kids. Roleplay/Writing is one of my few surviving hobbies in adulthood next to working out and reading a book occasionally. I usually only have time to write one game at a time here on the Guild so this is it for now. I'm going to my level best to make sure its a winner. I try to take care of my players, so if you're reading this and thinking about joining, we'll be glad to have you. |
52,993 | 1,436 | 4 | 83 | 266 | Early Morning, Sunday
Sasha melancholily wandered around the penthouse, stroking some ivory keys on the grand piano as he passed. Was he really that bored? Bored enough to go along with one of Lupe’s preposterous plans. No, of course not and once that tub of lard returned he tell him where to stick it. Spying the manila folder gave him pause however and that gnawing feeling overtook him; it was that feeling of inferiority a feeling that told him that if he backed out at the last second, he’d cement to the group that he was not their better. That was just not true, in his mind Sasha was far superior than those two mental morons. Even though it meant temporary lowering himself to their infantile level he would surely win this idiotic game, he would be the best Undercover Normie and remind those bootlickers of their place.
It was a week ago today shortly after Lupe was arrested that the pudgy Cuban came up with the self proclaimed game of kings. The group high on molly were watching t.v. whilst Lupe spun an embellished tale of his singular night behind bars before he was bailed out. In reality the son of a senator spent the night in a private office having his whims catered to by the police and his bodyguards, while the other alleged criminals were subject to a cramped holding cell.
“Like…this bulky Mexican dude was uh coming at me with like a shiv talking shit in Spanish and I laid homeboys ass out with one punch. True story.” Lupe exclaimed triumphally before adjusting his ankle monitoring bracelet.
Khorshid looked impressed and Sasha just rolled his eyes before interjecting… “Your fairytales might enthrall the slower amongst us, but we both know you just sat around stuffing your fat face with complimentary vending machine food as the Chief of Police kissed your bulbous behind.”
It took Khorshid a few moments to the register the insult, but he was too baked to offer a retort. Lupe shoved his Sasha in offense.
“Yo String bean. Like I know you grew up in Russia picking turnips…or distilling vodka…or whatever you mutts do. But here in America things are rough, like before my father was elected senator I had to attend public school to make sure that the stupid voters did not think our family was too rich. That makes jail look like a cakewalk my man. Like those so-called teachers were no bueno. They were always on my case for not applying myself or some nonsense. It is like they did not know who I was, but I digress. No offense I do not think that you could cut it as an average everyday American Sasha. That right there is life on hard…no impossible mode. Imagine living in a world where you had to live with in your means…with like actual consequences…scary stuff. I hate to admit it to you, but you are just not Undercover Normie material boy…too privileged.“
Sasha sighed, “I know I am going live to regret this, but what exactly are you babbling on about? What is Undercover Normie?
Sasha snapped back to the present realizing that quite some time had passed as he stood ruminating on events. He grabbed the manila envelope and fished out a key ring, a piece of paper labeled itinerary, an id card, a driver’s license. He twirled his long hair now professionally dyed light brown in between his fingers a nervous habit ingrained since childhood before mustering the courage to leave the penthouse. Before he departed he glanced in a mirror an admired the transformation; without his make up or his expensive clothing and wearing a pair of glasses Sasha could barely recognize himself. While it sickened himself to look this plain that was the purpose of the game after all and to play he was not allowed to be the styling and profiling Sasha Zhenya Kuznetsov anymore. For one year he was to be Jocelyn Darcy Bray an everyday average American making his way in the big city. He suppressed a gag as he made his way to the elevator.
Afternoon, Sunday:
It had only been a few hours, but Jocelyn was already pinning for his old life back; he almost called it quits after seeing what was laughably called his accommodations. It was unthinkable that one bedroom apartment in one of the more depilated parts of the city and a garish purple 2000 Dodge Neon were now his most noteworthy possessions, but he pushed the negativity out his mind. Things were not entirely too terrible they were certainly not like the old days as at least he did not have to sort through the trash. Compared to most people Jocelyn had a leg up as his car, rent, phone, electric, and utility bills were all being supplemented by his so-called friends and all he had to do was exist for a year on average wage of a factory worker; though he did not appreciate the assistance. The idea was tossed around about him having to work to sustain himself, but cooler heads prevailed as this was endurance challenge after all not a slaughter. Finding a place on foot was a grueling task and he happened upon the Coffee Pot by accident, though it was good to know that he retained none of the survival knowledge from his brief years in the Young Pioneers; however, it would perhaps lessen his father’s (should the wretched man still be alive) perpetual grimace that if he was ever set upon by a savage bear he planned on informing the foul beast of the immortal science of Marxism-Leninism before it viciously slaughtered him.
He chuckled as he walked inside the establishment hoping that they could at least make a decent espresso. | Max Sylvester Summerson
Age: 28, just.
Apparel:
Height: 5'11
Weight: 145 Ibs
Likes: Cigarettes, Cigars and Malt Whiskey; Fast Cars and Slow women; Coffee and Morning Mist; Working under the wing on a sunny day; Flying the plane in stormy weather; Lobster Thermidor and Pot Noodles; Letting off steam and Buckshot; Keats, Burns and Chaucer; Risk, Monopoly and DnD; Batting off of the wing of his plane; Big Dogs and sweeping up the runway; playing music loudly in a traffic jam.
Dislikes: Paying Taxes and Government Plane Inspectors; Large Airlines and Traffic Control; Electric Cars and Counting Pennies; Other Pilots and Other Mechanics; Daedalus and PanAm.
Zodiac Sign: Libra
Special Talent: Mental Arithmetic
Profession: Commercial Passenger/Cargo Pilot
Personality: A bit on the quiet side, when Max says something his voice demands attention, that said he's not an attention seeker by any stretch of the word. Despite that he is a fun loving, and creative individual when you've been around him enough, with a very genuine sense of life and openness. As of recently however he has become more irritable and moody, with the decline of his company and the loss of his one other employee. He lives his life in a state of barely satiated boredom, having relied on his own entertainment as his circle of friends is fairly scant. But when he is with people, people he likes, he likes to take part in good hearted mayhem. Max doesn't feel like he is above anyone, and that comes off in the way he speaks to people, this doesn't mean he won't speak up if he knows he's right.
Bio: To understand Max, one must take a trip back in time, to a time before he was born. Max's grandfather had emigrated from Germany to the United States in the Mid-30s, under his new, anglicized name Simon Summerson (previously Simone Zimmersonne). He had worked for Dornier as a technician at one of their engine works, and so had experience with motors and planes, as his engines went into Dornier's planes; the rise of the Nazi Party, however, convinced him to leave Germany. Quickly Simon found that his German Marks were worthless, and stuck in Britain as a young man with no credible references, he had to do petty work for petty cash. Once the war started however, he was drafted into the Airforce as a mechanic, and during desperate times he himself was forced to pilot fighters.
After the war, decorated and an ace, Simon made the final leg of his journey to America. There, on the cramped boat, he made the acquaintance of one Axel Suhlhoff (Anglicized to Axel Suhl), a German Catholic who managed to escape in the final months of the war to Spain. Both being native to south Germany, they stuck together; Axel had not come alone however, he traveled with his wife and children. And his sister, Mira (whom Simon later married). Upon arriving the group continued to travel together, and found a place to settle in Solaris County. There, with what funds they had left, opened a machine shop and worked on tractors and crop dusters. It was in the summer of 51, when the government was surplusing DC-3s, that year Summerson and Suhl entered the business of actual flying.
By the end of the 50s Suhl had passed away, but the company was in strong financial shape, the fleet had tripled to 9 planes by that time; making numerous flights every month under contract with state government. Summerson and Suhl continued to preform strongly for decades, hauling goods, mail and passengers and into and out of state. Plans for an air traffic control were drafted up and Martin, Simon's son, was acquiring finances when news arrived that Pan-America was opening a division on the west coast. Daedalus. Those plans of opening a terminal and getting the contract to traffic surrounding airspace were quickly put aside as an up hill battle ensured. Backed by the wealth of its mother company, Daedalus had established a large regional airport that quickly became international, state shifted its contracts with the newer airline and business began to dry up as a result of uncompetitive pricing of Daedalus deals.
During this time Max was being raised, his father had insisted Max and all his children go to public school, despite his considerable wealth. Max didn't do particularly well, nor did he do particularly poorly, he was an average student by all accounts, only really excelling in maths but not algebra. Max was considered one of the cool kids, but his choice of company never really expressed it. He tended towards hanging out with the "nerds", going so far that people called him King of the nerds, a title he begrudgingly accepted. In this time he got into bored games and maths championships, skipping out on parties and dating for a night of DnD or CoC. Not to say he's never had experience with with the other gender, but his experience is lacking. Upon graduation his father's connections easily found him a place in the state university, where mostly he kept his head down and did his work, all the while training to be a pilot. It had seemed as though he was the only one of his father's children who had any intention on joining the family business.
S&S slowly began to decline, and as did Martin's health, the once large fleet had to be sold off to cover medical expenses, and Daedalus tried numerous times to buy out the company to no avail.
Max assumed control of the company a week after his father's passing, by that point it was him, and one other pilot. And 9 silent DC-3s, the planes that his father had instructed him not to sell no matter what. Loyal customers continued to be loyal, keeping the company barely afloat, but the company never really operated at full capacity. Recently the other pilot left for a more lucrative contract at Daedalus, and Max carries out contracts very rarely, coasting on the money he was left by his father and his degree in Civil Engineering. Max resides in the large house that was once his family home, his siblings had all grown up and left, and the house was empty but for a few rooms. His mother continues to live with him, quietly assuming her duties as head of the house.
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52,994 | 1,436 | 5 | 869 | 41 | The Coffee Pot
Ren was nursing his black coffee between his palms while staring out the window of the Coffe Pot. A girl was throwing a twig for her dog to chase on the grass, almost tripping in all the leaves.
Dog is a an exaggeration, more like a mutt. Ren thought to himself, narrowing his eyes, looking down at the happy pug running back and forth.
His medical books were weighing down heavily in the seat next to him. Ren hadn't been able to open them today, even though he was falling behind on an assignment. He'd been woken up to an angry message from his father, Robert White, complaining about why Ren hadn't come home for the weekend and that he'd wanted to introduce Ren to one of his new business partners.
It's always work, work, work with that man. A long breath escaped Ren's lips. He continued to stare out of the window, and suddenly a man caught his attention. He was rather tall, with jet black hair and what looked like blueish eyes. Sitting on the bench in the Corona Park, the man leaned back and looked up at the sky. Ren felt a sting of jealousy in his chest. The man looked so carefree. A feeling Ren rarely experienced. While lost in thought, the man suddenly got up, and walked along the pathway until the trees clouded Ren's vision. Downing the rest of the coffee, Ren got to his feet. Slinging his bag to his shoulder, leaving a generous tip for the waiter, he left the café with a sour look on his face. Not noticing the brown haired man sitting a few tables away, drinking espresso.
Ren didn't feel like returning to his apartment by the Riverside. He'd gotten if from his father as a birthday present when turning 21 and the place still felt alien to him. He pulled out his phone, noticing how his hands were shaking. Probably just the cold. Ren thought to himself. Ignoring the way his stomach painfully twisted when rememberinig the carefree look on that strange man's face. He just needed something to warm him up. Nothing the Old Starboard can't fix. Great, barely 21 and already sounding like an alcoholic. But then again, maybe just one drink...
The Old Starboard
Ren slumped down in a booth furthest in the back, a drink in hand. Surveying his surroundings, he noticed a woman in the booth next to him. She had long, blonde hair and was wearing a childishly pink jacket. Ren snorted, while taking a sip of his drink. Pulling out one of his books, which he was pretty sure was a brick in disguise, Ren hoped he would be able to finish a couple of chapters in the quiet atmosphere of the bar before the regular drunks started showing up, making the usual noise.
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Mentions: | ℛen 𝒲hite
Age: 21
Appearance:
Height: 185 cm / 6’
Weight: 78 kg / 171 lbs
Likes: Coffee, lots of it. Drinking – he loves to forget all about who he is, but hates being vulnerable of spilling his thoughts to other people. Arguing, and being right.
Dislikes: Nosy people. Annoying people. People who think they’re better than him. Going to bed - Ren loves to sleep, but hates lying in bed alone with his thoughts.
Zodiac Sign: Scorpio. Birthday: November 1st.
Strengths: Resourceful, brave, passionate, stubborn, a true friend.
Weaknesses: Distrusting, jealous, secretive, violent.
Scorpio likes: Truth, facts, being right, longtime friends, teasing, a grand passion.
Scorpio dislikes: Dishonesty, revealing secrets, passive people.
Special Talent: Ren was taught to play the piano as a child, and is really good at it. Not that he wants anybody to know. He is also surprisingly good at dancing.
Profession: Studying to become a surgeon at the most prestigious university in the city.
Bio/Personality: Ren is the only child of a rich family. His father inherited a successful pharmaceutical company from his father again, earning them a fortune. Growing up in a big mansion Ren had lots of servants and maids around him, but rarely his parents - who were busy working. He has few friends and big time trust issues. He’s snarky, short tempered, grumpy and sulky when he doesn’t get his way. He’s smug, arrogant and believes himself to be better than most people. Secretly he just wants to be accepted for who he is instead of what he has and who his father is. He envies people who makes friends easy, and though he will never admit it he is drawn towards such people. Ren is struggling with his sexuality, not knowing what he identifies as. He tries to forget this by studying in most of his free time. As his father wanted, he’s in Med. School studying to become a surgeon, unsure of this is what he actually wants to do with his life.
Your character's favorite song: Written in the Water by Gin Wigmore. If you bring this up Ren will turn beet red and utterly deny ever having heard of the song.
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Tell us about yourself:
*Your age: 22.
*What part of the world are you from? Norway.
*How many years have you been writing/roleplaying:
I’ve never roleplayed on a forum like this before, but I used to roleplay a bit with people online back in the day when msn was a thing (Online chat, kind of like Skype), lol. It consisted primarily of speed posting, so writing paragraphs will be a welcoming challenge. I would exclusively do fandom based RP’s, so RP with OC’s is new territory for me as well. I think it’s more challenging to come up with the concept of a whole person instead of just writing about a character you’re already familiar with, but hey, still equally as fun.
*How often do you have time to post? I’ll start by saying 2-4 times a week, but the way things are right now I’ll probably check in every day.
*Anything else you want to mention? What you do for a living? How much do you work a week? What do you enjoy doing besides writing?
I just finished my bachelor’s degree as a kindergarten teacher, but didn’t feel like going into the work field just yet, so now I’m studying a master’s degree in pedagogy. Other hobbies include watching movies and tv series, creative stuff like needle felting, drawing/painting, strumming clumsily on my ukulele and singing (guitar is too hard for me, lol.), etc. I play video games to a certain degree, but the games I can play is limited due to sever motion sickness if it’s a first person kind of game (I’ll almost throw up after 30 minutes of games like Mass Effect or such… (ಠ‿ಠ’) ).
BTW: During winter here in Norway it gets dark most of the day. Right now, we get about 8 hours of sunlight a day, but it gets worse (ಥ_ಥ) Because of this most of us suffer from winter depressions, including me. Hooray ʘ‿ʘ. So if I get down in a funk and needs to step back from obligations I will give a heads up. I don’t think this will become likely right now, but maybe it will when I have exams on top of everything else. We’ll see (づ｡◕‿‿◕｡)づ.
PS: Sorry for the emoticon abuse. I find them too funny sometimes （´・ω・ `）(send help). |
52,995 | 1,436 | 6 | 1,855 | 720 | Marinalia (Romus) Olympus
The Old Starboard, Sunday afternoon
Marinalia noticed the guy arrive in the bar carrying a larger bag of what was later confirmed tome size textbooks that would make handy chocks for keeping a small cargo plane in place. He seemed the normal kind of lunch time passerby in the bar as winter was slowly on its way, it was a warm and fairly friendly place too grab a bite to eat and a coffee or a drink to warm the body and the soul.
Thinking about introducing herself to the stranger, might as well be social and cheer up what had been a pretty lonely day as despite the social aspects, she had yet to gain many friends outside of work in Sol city. Until her phone rang, Ivan, the flight control at Daedalus was never a good omen calling on your day off. With a loud buzz and short blast of a
In a distinct English accent, one which despite traveling the world was yet to pick up more than the faintest trace of her multiple contracts worked from Alaska to Rome, though not trying to be loud her accent made the convocation easier to pick up among the buzz and background noise. Playing slightly with a small silver necklace with 3 moons as she talked, a gift from a old friend many years before.
"Hey Ivan , what's the problem?
Throttle to ... yeah il be ok in the morning. had some wine last night.
You know its my day off rota... paperwork.
DC-7 to .. i know im new but that's old as my parents,. if you give me OT on the FLT.
Fine.. Prop time then, im off Rota, least give me the OT on prop.
Deal, hanger 12, il see you in the morning. long as its loaded and fueled ready."
Hanging up, Ivan had looked after her and helped her when she first started but that plane was from the 60's, her easy going paperwork day had turned out to be a 4 hour round trip in the one of the oldest aircraft in the fleet. Reliable but the seat was definitely not luxurious and the heater was almost powered by a hamster in a wheel.
Turning over to the Man whom had probably heard everything and took off her vintage avaitors revealing her grey eyes and smiling slightly leaning over the small divider and sighing slightly that she was stuck on tea for the rest of the day. He was definitely younger than she was, though she was 27, Marinlia has always tried to look after herself, plenty of sleep and kept fit even after ending semi professional swimming with at least a few km every weekend.
"Sorry about that, you know work always calls at the worst time. hope i did not throw you off your place.."
"good book?"
Joking slightly, it was abit of chit chat but she was bored having only just moved to the city, not knowing the social venues it had taken her a while to find the Old Starboard and a few other places she liked. Things where getting cooler and much as a walk sounded fun in her head, staying inside and warm was becoming more popular as the seasons changed. | Marilania (Romus), Olympus
(double barreled, somewhat a name she hides)
Age: 27
Appearance: fairly Athletic, long straight Blonde and with a penchant for skirts she remained in good shape after professional sports, though now is quite abit off her competition times. Always wearing a silver necklace in the style of 3 moons linked together gifted from an old friend, and a fair sized diamond ring that belonged to her grandmother which she values above all other things.
She has a distinct knife wound scar on stomach she tries to downplay and looks much like her mother but has eyes nearly identical to her father in a fairly cold grey.
Sometimes seen in more normal clothes, other times wears a flight suit with range of patches from a few airlines and UK flag for work and vintage aviators picked up on her travels. Otherwise favours UK/European clothing brands and styles.
Distinct English Accent despite travels
Height: 5’5
Weight: 130 pounds
Likes:
Pancakes
Flying
Driving, Mostly SUV and off roaders.
Tea
Exploring old ruins and local towns
Technology
Awful movies
Swimming
Rock music
Bakers
Dislikes:
Crash landings
Smoking
being a passenger
Deceptions, lies and intriques
Ultra packed locations
Cold weather/places
Navy/Ships.
Long term ties to where she lives
Being judged for her Family name/appearance
Zodiac Sign: TAURUS
Special Talent: Able to make a Chocolate filled pancake with chocolate between two layers of pancake,
Very quick to adapt to new cities.
Profession: qualified pilot and Co Crew on a local cargo. Helicopters and short haul airline flights respectively. (also works in there small inner city office when not flying cago's and does general paperwork related to aircraft)
Bio/Personality: Daughter of an English wealthy family, her mother Maria raised her alone after her father Vesarian a captain and owner of a shipping enterprise involved in several less than above board jobs left her before she was born.
Raised on the family estate she was taught for her younger years quickly learning to be fluent in both Latin and English as an old family tradition dictated. Sent off to a private academy when she was barely in secondary education, she soon found her skills after an injury on running track in the swimming pool and won multiple awards in various championships. Though this time was not all easy, being away from family for so long, being abandoned as a child and a lack of a “home” took its toll and made her distant and also reserved.
Things turned round when she took a flying lesson for fun as part of the academies extracurricular programme; she soon took to it and passed her full license just before she was 18.
Returning home to her family, the manufacturing business was turning nasty and a rival firm moving meant her happy reunion was shortlived soon sucked into the internal battles, rivalries internal and external that had plagued the family for decades. Worse still when a mugging went wrong left her with a now scar she hides on her stomach she decided to try and find her own way and escape her family’s internal pull down into its darkside of wealth.
Meeting her step sister Victoria and her father just before she left was the final straw and headed off and worked for a mix of local airlines, helicopter taxi and other jobs before now taking a role at the Sol city Daedalus Airlines and settling down into a smaller but well-furnished top floor apartment in one of the outer districts.
Recently arrived into the city she has not got many ties to the place, renting everything out of habit from a pre furnished apartment, to an offroad SUV (land rover Discovery) on short term leases, never wanting long term ties to a place.
(Had to leave anchorage after a news article linked her father to legal arms trade in Africa and her and his name where linked by a investigative journalist. Headed to Sol city to take up a new work contract for local air freight company.)
Personality wise she is fairly confident, flirty but also takes a while to warm to people having moved about so much. Fairly easy going, slower to trust though and less willing to forgive. Not always wanting to get very close to people as less to deal with when she moves on. Maybe the new city will change her outlook or just be another stamp on the passport.
Caring but again takes time for that to happen after many moves, and too many people. Generally takes time for true self to evident.
Has very few personal effects with her bar the named jewellery as had been pretty nomadic since she was 18 ish, 9 years or thereabout.
Your character's favorite song:
The following is not required, but we strongly encourage you to at least put a little something. In the past we have found that when players get to know each other as real people, not just as names on a screen, it helps the longevity of the game. Seriously, please get to know your fellow players.
Tell us about yourself:
*Your age: 27
*What part of the world are you from? United Kingdom
*How many years have you been writing/roleplaying: 1-2 years offsite, 3 months on guild
*How often do you have time to post? Fairly Regularly, 2-3 times a week, maybe more at weekend
*Anything else you want to mention? Tea loving office dweller, i paint, do photography and self confessed a bit of a nerd on some things. I also collect wargames models.
"These are the things that make a good story great and good writers even greater." |
52,996 | 1,436 | 7 | 869 | 41 | Pharmacology isn't all that awful. Ren turned a page.
It could come quite handy knowing how to properly poison someone... Chuckling to himself.
He was beginning to relax more. That one drink had somehow turned into four, and he was feeling cool as a cucumber right about now. Ren was brushing hair out of his eyes, about to turn a page when suddenly startled out of his focus by an obnoxious song playing loudly. Looking abruptly around him, he found the source of the noise. The woman in the booth next to him had a frown upon her face when she looked at her phone, answering in a voice loud enough for the whole bar to hear. The word DC-7 rang a bell. Remembering a conversation between his grandfather and father a long time ago. Something about planes?
Ren watched the woman hang up the phone, brows furrowing. He kept on looking as she removed her sunglasses - Strange thing to wear indoors. - and met his gaze.
"Sorry about that, you know work always calls at the worst time. Hope I did not throw you off your place..."
"Good book?"
His eyes widened for a second before Ren could compose his face back into a look of boredom. Looking down at his book and up again to regain his footing, his eyes locking in on hers - Grey meeting brown. The blonde woman's mouth curled up at the corners, eyes twinkling with amusement at her own joke. How mature.
"Yes... He sucked on his tooth. "Book's just so enchanting that I needed four of these not to get too excited." His hand gesturing towards the empty glasses beside him, squinting at the woman. Ren had no idea why this woman was talking to him. Maybe she's lost? "Anyhow, don't worry. It takes more than an annoying ring tone and loud chatter to throw me off." He snickered. Suddenly feeling the need to relieve himself, Ren stood up faster than he should've. The bar started spinning. With little to no breakfast, those drinks hit him harder than they should've. He swayed a bit, taking a couple of steps to steady himself and gripping the bench wall connecting their booths. Ren inhaled slowly through his nose, and stalked off to the bathroom. Avoiding the look the woman sent him.
When he returned, there were a few drops of water trickling down his neck. His face looked more fresh, like he'd just gushed water on it. The rest of his face was blank. He walked back to the booth the woman was sitting in, and sank down opposite of her. "So, miss aviator. Ren's eyes twinkled with mischievousness. "You're just going to let Ivan push you around like that on your day off?" | ℛen 𝒲hite
Age: 21
Appearance:
Height: 185 cm / 6’
Weight: 78 kg / 171 lbs
Likes: Coffee, lots of it. Drinking – he loves to forget all about who he is, but hates being vulnerable of spilling his thoughts to other people. Arguing, and being right.
Dislikes: Nosy people. Annoying people. People who think they’re better than him. Going to bed - Ren loves to sleep, but hates lying in bed alone with his thoughts.
Zodiac Sign: Scorpio. Birthday: November 1st.
Strengths: Resourceful, brave, passionate, stubborn, a true friend.
Weaknesses: Distrusting, jealous, secretive, violent.
Scorpio likes: Truth, facts, being right, longtime friends, teasing, a grand passion.
Scorpio dislikes: Dishonesty, revealing secrets, passive people.
Special Talent: Ren was taught to play the piano as a child, and is really good at it. Not that he wants anybody to know. He is also surprisingly good at dancing.
Profession: Studying to become a surgeon at the most prestigious university in the city.
Bio/Personality: Ren is the only child of a rich family. His father inherited a successful pharmaceutical company from his father again, earning them a fortune. Growing up in a big mansion Ren had lots of servants and maids around him, but rarely his parents - who were busy working. He has few friends and big time trust issues. He’s snarky, short tempered, grumpy and sulky when he doesn’t get his way. He’s smug, arrogant and believes himself to be better than most people. Secretly he just wants to be accepted for who he is instead of what he has and who his father is. He envies people who makes friends easy, and though he will never admit it he is drawn towards such people. Ren is struggling with his sexuality, not knowing what he identifies as. He tries to forget this by studying in most of his free time. As his father wanted, he’s in Med. School studying to become a surgeon, unsure of this is what he actually wants to do with his life.
Your character's favorite song: Written in the Water by Gin Wigmore. If you bring this up Ren will turn beet red and utterly deny ever having heard of the song.
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Tell us about yourself:
*Your age: 22.
*What part of the world are you from? Norway.
*How many years have you been writing/roleplaying:
I’ve never roleplayed on a forum like this before, but I used to roleplay a bit with people online back in the day when msn was a thing (Online chat, kind of like Skype), lol. It consisted primarily of speed posting, so writing paragraphs will be a welcoming challenge. I would exclusively do fandom based RP’s, so RP with OC’s is new territory for me as well. I think it’s more challenging to come up with the concept of a whole person instead of just writing about a character you’re already familiar with, but hey, still equally as fun.
*How often do you have time to post? I’ll start by saying 2-4 times a week, but the way things are right now I’ll probably check in every day.
*Anything else you want to mention? What you do for a living? How much do you work a week? What do you enjoy doing besides writing?
I just finished my bachelor’s degree as a kindergarten teacher, but didn’t feel like going into the work field just yet, so now I’m studying a master’s degree in pedagogy. Other hobbies include watching movies and tv series, creative stuff like needle felting, drawing/painting, strumming clumsily on my ukulele and singing (guitar is too hard for me, lol.), etc. I play video games to a certain degree, but the games I can play is limited due to sever motion sickness if it’s a first person kind of game (I’ll almost throw up after 30 minutes of games like Mass Effect or such… (ಠ‿ಠ’) ).
BTW: During winter here in Norway it gets dark most of the day. Right now, we get about 8 hours of sunlight a day, but it gets worse (ಥ_ಥ) Because of this most of us suffer from winter depressions, including me. Hooray ʘ‿ʘ. So if I get down in a funk and needs to step back from obligations I will give a heads up. I don’t think this will become likely right now, but maybe it will when I have exams on top of everything else. We’ll see (づ｡◕‿‿◕｡)づ.
PS: Sorry for the emoticon abuse. I find them too funny sometimes （´・ω・ `）(send help). |
52,997 | 1,436 | 8 | 1,855 | 720 | Marinalia (Romus) Olympus
The Old Starboard, Sunday afternoon
The guy had had a few drinks to be sure, he seemed to meet her interpretation with a slight attack. A sharper comment. Though he had a few drinks and likely was less inhibited. He probbly was wondering why she even noticed him, truth be told she was bored and Marinalia walkways enjoyed trying to get to know a few locals.
"annoying, nope. Least I can tell it's mine"
Notcing him stagger slightly and head off to the toilet, he was unsteady. Must of had a few drinks for sure. Laughing slightly as he was unsteady and staggered off. Returning he seemed to be to be abit more confident. Cheeky. Maybe too much.
Returning in a distinct English accent that was warm but measured.
"Marlin, though miss is correct. Oh, Ivan, yeah, aviation. Flight crew, Good job, I'm kinda new so you always get the bad jobs no one else wants.
Its kinda traditional. Best office in the world even if it's attached to a 50 year old piston hauler "
Smiling slightly. And noticing the size of the books could only mean one of 3 professions, all pretty well paid and not so easy to get Into.
" so. Those books make you a lawyer, doctor or accountant."
Random stranger. In a bar, sure some people probbly would think her strange but what was the point living in a lively city like Sol when you did not explore and discover new things.
Remembering her day, there was a guy, younger she noticed at the pool, though not straight away, too intrested in her time and trying to keep a good pace he seemed to dawdle abit more. Somthing different about him, seemed confident. Relaxed, self assured like someone who had no real worries. | Marilania (Romus), Olympus
(double barreled, somewhat a name she hides)
Age: 27
Appearance: fairly Athletic, long straight Blonde and with a penchant for skirts she remained in good shape after professional sports, though now is quite abit off her competition times. Always wearing a silver necklace in the style of 3 moons linked together gifted from an old friend, and a fair sized diamond ring that belonged to her grandmother which she values above all other things.
She has a distinct knife wound scar on stomach she tries to downplay and looks much like her mother but has eyes nearly identical to her father in a fairly cold grey.
Sometimes seen in more normal clothes, other times wears a flight suit with range of patches from a few airlines and UK flag for work and vintage aviators picked up on her travels. Otherwise favours UK/European clothing brands and styles.
Distinct English Accent despite travels
Height: 5’5
Weight: 130 pounds
Likes:
Pancakes
Flying
Driving, Mostly SUV and off roaders.
Tea
Exploring old ruins and local towns
Technology
Awful movies
Swimming
Rock music
Bakers
Dislikes:
Crash landings
Smoking
being a passenger
Deceptions, lies and intriques
Ultra packed locations
Cold weather/places
Navy/Ships.
Long term ties to where she lives
Being judged for her Family name/appearance
Zodiac Sign: TAURUS
Special Talent: Able to make a Chocolate filled pancake with chocolate between two layers of pancake,
Very quick to adapt to new cities.
Profession: qualified pilot and Co Crew on a local cargo. Helicopters and short haul airline flights respectively. (also works in there small inner city office when not flying cago's and does general paperwork related to aircraft)
Bio/Personality: Daughter of an English wealthy family, her mother Maria raised her alone after her father Vesarian a captain and owner of a shipping enterprise involved in several less than above board jobs left her before she was born.
Raised on the family estate she was taught for her younger years quickly learning to be fluent in both Latin and English as an old family tradition dictated. Sent off to a private academy when she was barely in secondary education, she soon found her skills after an injury on running track in the swimming pool and won multiple awards in various championships. Though this time was not all easy, being away from family for so long, being abandoned as a child and a lack of a “home” took its toll and made her distant and also reserved.
Things turned round when she took a flying lesson for fun as part of the academies extracurricular programme; she soon took to it and passed her full license just before she was 18.
Returning home to her family, the manufacturing business was turning nasty and a rival firm moving meant her happy reunion was shortlived soon sucked into the internal battles, rivalries internal and external that had plagued the family for decades. Worse still when a mugging went wrong left her with a now scar she hides on her stomach she decided to try and find her own way and escape her family’s internal pull down into its darkside of wealth.
Meeting her step sister Victoria and her father just before she left was the final straw and headed off and worked for a mix of local airlines, helicopter taxi and other jobs before now taking a role at the Sol city Daedalus Airlines and settling down into a smaller but well-furnished top floor apartment in one of the outer districts.
Recently arrived into the city she has not got many ties to the place, renting everything out of habit from a pre furnished apartment, to an offroad SUV (land rover Discovery) on short term leases, never wanting long term ties to a place.
(Had to leave anchorage after a news article linked her father to legal arms trade in Africa and her and his name where linked by a investigative journalist. Headed to Sol city to take up a new work contract for local air freight company.)
Personality wise she is fairly confident, flirty but also takes a while to warm to people having moved about so much. Fairly easy going, slower to trust though and less willing to forgive. Not always wanting to get very close to people as less to deal with when she moves on. Maybe the new city will change her outlook or just be another stamp on the passport.
Caring but again takes time for that to happen after many moves, and too many people. Generally takes time for true self to evident.
Has very few personal effects with her bar the named jewellery as had been pretty nomadic since she was 18 ish, 9 years or thereabout.
Your character's favorite song:
The following is not required, but we strongly encourage you to at least put a little something. In the past we have found that when players get to know each other as real people, not just as names on a screen, it helps the longevity of the game. Seriously, please get to know your fellow players.
Tell us about yourself:
*Your age: 27
*What part of the world are you from? United Kingdom
*How many years have you been writing/roleplaying: 1-2 years offsite, 3 months on guild
*How often do you have time to post? Fairly Regularly, 2-3 times a week, maybe more at weekend
*Anything else you want to mention? Tea loving office dweller, i paint, do photography and self confessed a bit of a nerd on some things. I also collect wargames models.
"These are the things that make a good story great and good writers even greater." |
52,998 | 1,436 | 9 | 1,998 | 752 | Kei Kinzo
The day was still as young as ever even after having spent time swimming several times and enjoyed a smoothie here and there, Kei realized that it was just turning noon. Basically he still had a whole day to do more stuff. After cleaning off the chlorine water from the pool in the gym showers, he got himself freshened up and redressed in his very casual formal clothes, adjusting his tie to be loose, he stepped out from the Luna Sports Facility and breathed in deep. He then stretched his hands up and above over his head and closed his eyes mid stretch. He was deep in thought and did not break the stretching pose for at least a good three minutes. He was really considering what to do for the rest of his day, he really didn't want to end up hermitting the day away. He finally opened his eyes and lowered his arms he felt refreshed and ready to take on the rest of the day, he looked weird to passersby but that didn't bother Kei at all. Since his mind was clear and refreshed he felt he needed a midday drink as well as a midday snack at The Old Starboard.
All things considered before making his way to The Old Starboard he decided to stop by his house and take his car. The distance to The Old Starboard was right on the cusp of being walk-able but also being too far walk to. Luckily his house was en route to The Old Starboard so it made the overall trip not bad at all. Arriving home he opened up his garage and looked between his two cars, it was a hard choice to make but he ended up going for his WRX STI, going over to a lock box on his wall he fumbled his keys a little bit before finding the key that fit the lock on the box. Once in the box he grabbed the key fob and keys for the car and immediately closed the lock box and locked it. With keys in hand he unlocked the driver side door to his car, settled himself into the seat and immediately started the car. The engine roared to life and lit up the wall before him with the bright LED headlights. He shifted the car into reverse and backed out from his garage. After closing the garage door behind him he immediately shifted into first gear and began his trip to The Old Starboard.
The drive did not take long, it maybe took him five minutes since traffic was all clear. Parking was a breeze as the place wasn't too busy and as such he was inside The Old Starboard within seconds of arriving. Upon entering through the doors he did a quick scan of the premises as he does. What caught his eye immediately was two people with varying levels of blinding hair color. One looked familiar, he felt that he had seen the female earlier at the sports facility out of the corner of his eye but he was not one hundred percent sure. As for the male he knew nothing of him, he was just a stranger to Kei's eyes. He shrugged his shoulders and bee lined his way to an open table and took a seat. Without a moments notice a waitress was already waiting on him and was already taking his order. It was at that moment that Kei realized that he wasn't there for sit down service, he was there for the bar. Feeling a little embarrassed he let the waitress know and she smiled back and reassured him that it was ok. Upon excusing herself from the table, Kei got up and made his way to the bar where he signaled to the bar tender.「I'll just take a rum and coke for now.」The bar tender nodded his head and got Kei his order out immediately. With his rum and coke in hand he took a light sip from it and listened to the ambient music playing throughout the establishment. | Name: Kei Kinzo
Age: 21
Appearance:
Height: 178 cm or 5'11"
Weight: 82 kg or 180 lbs
Likes: Kind people, video games, cold weather, anime, manga, talking to people, technology, cars, fun activities, girls, cooking, good food, living comfortably, keeping things simple, guns, glasses.
Dislikes: Bad people, boring people, overly deep water, liars, school, unneeded details, cigarettes.
Zodiac Sign: Aquarius
Special Talent:
Kei doesn't have any extraordinary special talent, but what he is good at is video games, cars, and cooking. Aside from those three things he is about as average as a person can get in terms of other talents.
Profession:
To avoid having to work for the rest of his life Kei decided on taking a job that would allow him to both have fun and make tons of money on a day to day basis, as such his profession lies in day trade, whether it be stocks or foreign currency he trades them all and makes a good amount of money doing it. Despite having an honest to good job, every now and again he is an arms dealer that lies within the grey area of legality.
Bio/Personality:
Kei is probably an overly outgoing guy, he was always this way since a young age, he really didn't care who someone was or what kind of person they were as long as they were kind he was able to get along with them with ease. He is a simplistic thinker and hates when things are made overly complicated since there is no real reason for things to become harder than it already is. As such he does his best to simplify every aspect of his life without compromising his interests. While yes he would love to live as a god and not have to worry about bodily functions, but he would not go and get special surgery to get bodily functions removed. A trait that usually goes hand in hand with outgoing, is being kind and helpful. Kei does not lack that trait in any way you can say he is the epitome of a kind and outgoing guy even to a fault. Aside from all that Kei is the type of guy to try and get to know a random stranger in the street and hopefully become friends with said stranger for a lifetime, he cares that deeply for relationships.
Growing up Kei was always intelligent and methodical about everything he did, this carried all through his life even to now. That's one of the reasons he decided to become a day trade and arms dealer. He wanted a life of relative ease and comfort. While he does hate the idea of school he understands that somewhere down the line the diploma and education will benefit him and as such he is putting himself through school something that his parents always struggled to do as they could never afford to get him in, but with Kei coming into a fortune due to day trading and arms dealing, he has no problems affording the tuition costs for school, as such he puts himself through it all. While yes Kei is indeed richer than most people, he does not like to show it off because then he feels he is being a horrible person for doing so.
Your character's favorite song:
*Your age: 20
*Region: United States
*How many years have you been writing/roleplaying: 4-5 years
*How often do you have time to post?: Pretty much everyday unless stated otherwise
*Misc: I do attend university so sometimes the work load from that may cause me to go MIA for a day or two, but I will always give a heads up!
"These are the things that make a good story great and good writers even greater." |
52,999 | 1,436 | 10 | 628 | 45 | Kebi Carmen
A sharp and coarse cough was the first sign of autumn for Kebi, it was also what unfortunately woke her up from deep sleep as her throat constricted around the lack of air she had under layers and layers of blankets. They were dusty and borrowed from relatives but kept her warm when the time came, which for Kebi was better than nothing.
She flipped the covers over her head in a huff of apparent frustration, not entirely sure just what caused her to wake in such a bad mood. "Well, I already forgot what that dream was about five seconds right after I woke up."
As usual in her morning routine, she stared at the ceiling with a faraway look in her eyes. It wasn't as if she could actually see the ceiling itself even as the blur of the morning left her eyes, but it was nice to reassure herself that she wasn't completely blind. It took maybe a good 30 or so minutes before she even found herself moving a muscle and even longer until she was actually sitting up, ready to embrace reality and not wander her post dawn thoughts.
Sitting up, she shook a hand through her, and reached over for her glasses which was next to blank news sheets strewn across her work desk. The visage was enough to remind her of the article she needed to have done by early tomorrow. Pictures, citations, interviews, she needed these things in order to complete what some might have seen as a small school project.
As typical, not even getting paid was enough to motivate Kebi into finishing her work earlier than need be. She stared at the time on her phone, not at all pleased that she'd have to get up and go interact with the world just to ensure that she'd have some money to eat tomorrow. "Alright so, 9:00am not bad, maybe we can actually get to where I need to be, and take some shitty pictures right?"
Without a second thought she walked over to the bathroom, quick to grab her toothbrush and get to work on her daily morning routine. It didn't take long at all for her to come walking out the bathroom with her hair in a messy bun, wearing an over-sized and slightly frayed hoodie with leggings and laced boots. All casual, and very unlike the professionals in her industry, but it'd have to do.
She grabbed her phone her headphones, packed her bag with her camera, laptop, and notebook, and headed out of her small apartment to her Vespa in the downstairs parking lot.
As far as anyone could tell Kebi was definitely a newcomer to Sol City, the city itself felt like something of a maze, but one that Kebi had no problem exploring with her trusty Vespa. However, often times she'd find herself asking for directions here and there, and to this very day she had no idea just where anything actually was, sometimes even her own apartment looked foreign to her in the grand vastness of the city ahead.
Speeding past the sites of the city however, made up for being lost along the way, at the very least she got a nice view, and at the very worst a pissed off city native would begrudgingly tell her where she needed to go. Of course, today just had to be one of those days where she had to piss off more people than she intended to. Speeding into the Southside of town was not something she typically did, in fact just the sight of it made her feel claustrophobic, something about it reminded her that life wasn't always an easy breeze like this city seemed to suggest.
Regardless, she didn't bother changing routes as soon as she saw the first dilapidated building, there was something incredibly homely about this part of the city, tucked away from the bustle and gleam of other parts, and not nearly as well kempt. Kebi was actually supposed to be doing her report on a inquiry into one of the factories down in Southside. While, this wasn't some groundbreaking national news making headline, there had been rumors of illegal dumping into the Riverside waters by this particular company. The last time she came here to interview them, she'd been rudely turned away, however she was assured that this time there might be something more succinct than the original answers she got.
Even if there wasn't, she always had her camera to at least sneak in and hopefully document any evidence. Maybe she was having delusions of grandeur about just what she would find at this factory, the rumor could have just been competition trying to invoke competition through libel. Kebi had no real way to know since her own source was anonymous and was found through the net as usual. Did the locals know about the little backpage Reddit where everyone came together to talk about the city? She wondered for a quick moment.
As her eyes began to scope out her current surroundings, she didn't particularly notice her Vespa gradually slowing down and the handle growing increasingly unsteady in her grip . She should have been looking out whether or not she found herself in a small alleyway, it wasn't long before her Vespa ran headlight first into a wall which caused it to simply lift her only a few feet off her seat but just enough to jolt her awake.
The headlight busted against the hard wall, and Kebi was left backing up to confirm the worst. That wasn't the only thing damaged, as she attempted to turn the key and was left with an engine that refused to start. "Oh fucking great..." she gritted between her teeth as she stood off to the side and examined the outside of the Vespa.
As expected, she knew nothing about Vespa repair, and nothing about upkeep either if it was so quick to fail on her now of all times. She huffed, already regretting the fact that she even came to a part of the city she wasn't even accustomed to.
Kebi spotted a convenience store nearby, and walked over, asking for the nearest repair shop she could find. For once, some luck came her way once the shop owner confirmed that a shop existed just a few blocks away from here.
"A-Pex Designs? Is that right?"
She worded the name of the shop as if Apex was not a word in her vocabulary.
"Yep, if I reckon it should be a few blocks from here. You could use your phone GPS to find it."
"I sure will."
Making her way back to the Vespa she moved the handles into her grip, and walked with it towards wherever her phone pointed. Dragging the vehicle was one thing, but having it constantly drift off where she didn't need it to was another. Rounding corner after corner Kebi was able to find Apex Designs which to her was a godsend had her aching feet not been the first thing to fail her.
"Just a few blocks huh? So much for that."
She walked into the shop, being careful not to let her Vespa knock into any of the vehicles currently being worked on. Walking just close enough not to be within the vicinity of another car, she used the kickstand to make the Vespa stand still before walking further to see if she could get any help.
"Uh....hello???? Anybody there? Kinda need help with my Vespa....if you guys? or...girls.....or person....can fix that kinda thing...?"
She knew she wasn't making the best impression but she hoped it was enough to catch whoever was inside the shop's attention since no other customers or employees seemed to be around. | Name:
Kebari "Kebi" Carmen
Age:
23
Appearance:
Perhaps one too many acquaintances of hers have made allusions to Kebi looking like the "Asian' version of Velma from Scooby Doo. Of course, their words and not hers, suffice to say Kebi looks like any average girl her age, but she prides herself on looking or at least trying to look a little cuter. No one has ever gotten her real age correctly, and most still think she's some teen trying to illegally gain access to clubs around the city, and maybe it has something to do with her lack of driving skills, but the police have no trouble pulling her over and then asking for her 'Learner's License' as if she wasn't embarrassed enough. Kebi stands at at a fair 5'2 which really adds to her youthful persona which she has been trying to abandon for the last 5 or so years to no avail. Her hair curls just at the ends, whether it does that naturally is something Kebi will debate with you on if asked, and her glasses are almost always a mainstay of her appearance. Kebi will often say that she's one of the few who actually makes astigmatism look cute to some degree. Kebi is on more of the chubby side seeing as how she won't stop herself from overindulging in cute but small snacks, and she's a frequent customer to your local sweets novelty shop.
Height:
5'2
Weight:
132
Likes:
Doughnuts
Coffee
Writing
Video Games
Cats
Gossip
The Internet
Photography
Riding her Vespa around town
Horror Movies
Dislikes:
Smoking
Traffic
Long Movies
Boredom
Big Dogs
Being mistaken as a teen
Social Media
Zodiac Sign: Gemini
Special Talent: Kebi is quite the writer, even knowing that means...virtually nothing in this country's economy it was indeed the one thing that outlasted her beyond high school. This ties into her current profession as a journalist for a local paper (while also working part time as a retail associate), for her writing has been a passion since she was old enough to tell stories. She also works as a freelance writer when time allows, however her freelance writing can range from humorous short stories to erotic novels none of which she has to be ashamed of since it's all under various pseudonyms that can't be traced back to her. Ultimately, she hopes her greatest achievement is a full length fictional novel or some kind of investigative books that get her TV interviews and some actual acumen other than quirky underpaid columnist.
Profession: Columnist/Retail Associate/Freelance Writer/Blogger
Bio/Personality: Kebi is the obsessive type, always behind a computer screen or phone, and consistently observing the world around her. One might mistakenly see her as meek and quiet, however, she has a a keen eye for the world around her, that's she feels makes journalism a more pursuant career choice than that of anything else. Kebi is actually just....neurotic, a nervous ball of energy one moment, fixated on some small detail the next moment. She's secretive and elusive, never letting people in any more than she wants them to. Kebi has a vast array of knowledge at her disposal and is never without her phone or some odd quip about a particular subject. She can hold a conversation quite easily, it just seems that she always chooses her words wisely as if she'd suddenly be taken as an idiot or something.
She likes talking and she likes being around people, anxiety has never really been a problem for her as long as she could get in with the right people. There's a certain casual tone to her voice that makes it easy for other to talk to her, and she an incredible amount of dry and witty sarcasm to boot. However, most people will note that when it comes down to her profession, Kebi is absolutely unafraid to press the uncomfortable questions, she can needle into others heads quite easily, and knows how to examine and observe the character of another person.
She has a strong drive for order, and a stronger one for truth. However, that may be just what caused her to move halfway across the country and alienate herself from anyone she used to know. Above all, Kebi is obsessed with gossip and the value of public opinion. Back in high school she was most assuredly the one keeping tabs on who's who and what could increase her social acumen. She became a social pariah of sorts where even her half truths were taken at word. For a girl who had been mostly shy and ignored in middle school, the influence given to her in high school was just enough to get into her head.
Long before then she became wrapped up in internet fame, the type that came from silly prank videos, and being as vacuous and bone headed as possible on sites like Youtube. That fame may have only been internet lived but it was as real as it got for her. It gave her confidence, it made her who she was today. Often she would stir the pot with her own rendition of petty drama through internet communities. She wasn't seen as anything other than a troublemaker, and it got to the point where she was more concerned with starting drama to feed her fanbase than to have anything actually important to do or say.
Eventually, this all came to a halt, one joke a little too far, and one friend from the same posse that got her famous died by the hands of someone else during a supposed one of their pranks. Of course, law enforcement got involved and she was told to do nothing but sit pretty and act if she hadn't seen or known what had happened. It was one of those enlightening moments when she learned what the world really thought about her. She was just some lonely girl from high school who picked up some make up tips and had puberty work out for them, that everyone just saw her as some lummox who would eventually be fame hungry enough to do anything they asked.
She soon confessed, and that was just enough for her to completely escape conviction, after which she was content to erase all evidence of her existence on the internet and move far away from her hometown. Life has been hard since trying to survive on her own, but she's had a chance to reconnect with who she used to be, and quite honestly she's lucky enough not to have had any stalkers or threats against her since then.
Nowadays, she works under the name Kebi Carmen which is a pseudonym for her real Korean name. She hopes above all that no one recognizes her and that the internet has largely forgotten the girl with big glasses and the weird hair.
Your character's favorite song:
or
*Your age:
21
*What part of the world are you from?
US
*How many years have you been writing/roleplaying: 6 years???
I was on the Guild before it went down one Christmas, then I forgot my password to my old account so I just made a new, then I kinda quit for a few months earlier last year cause of some personal things.
*How often do you have time to post?
My schedule is pretty open I mean I can post consistently, the problem isn't time for me but motivation.
*Anything else you want to mention?
I like drawing as well, altho I wouldn't say im good enough to draw any OC's I make for RP's but if you ever do want to see my works just ask. I work a pretty lowly part time job, nothing to really say about it. I used to be a Graphic Design major in College but switched to Web Design lol, so I know a bit of Photoshop.
This character was inspired by all the damn Youtube drama videos I was watching today lol just gotta be honest with y'all lol |
53,000 | 1,436 | 11 | 869 | 41 | Ren White
The Old Starboard, sunday afternoon
Ren was fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. Marlin, huh. He knew little to nothing about flights, and therefore he was reluctant to say something on the subject. He hated talking about things that made him look ignorant. Luckily, he didn’t have to. Marlin pointed at his bag of books.
"So. Those books make you a lawyer, doctor or accountant."
Sighing heavily, already forgotten about his studies, Ren straightened his back, cracking his neck to both sides. “If it were up to my father I’d probably be all three.” He balled up his fists, knuckles turning slightly white. As if just realizing his own movements, Ren quickly loosened his grip and flexed his fingers, moving his hands under the table. Sheesh, way to go bringing up your daddy issues to a complete stranger.
“But yes, future doctor - at your service.” Ren did a two-fingered salute off his forehead, a half-hearted attempt of a smile hanging on his lips, not quite reaching his eyes. “And these little bad boys are my company until my next exam.” He patted his bag while speaking.
Ren was debating whether or not he should leave before the woman got tired of talking to him. On one hand, her company was not the worst. It was a nice distraction from his own thoughts. And the option of returning to his cold and quiet apartment wasn’t too tempting. Unconsciously Ren started fidgeting with his nails. It’s not like you know a bunch of people in this city. What’s the worst that can happen...
Ren had moved away from his childhood home in California to Sol City. Get some space to focus on his studies – or so he’d told his parents. They were displeased that he didn’t want to attend Stanford University like they had, but had reluctantly agreed to it. His father even bought him an apartment on the Riverside so Ren wouldn’t have to live in those filthy dorms, as he’d put it. To be honest Ren just wanted to get away from his father’s tight leash and being met with false niceties by everyone after introducing himself as a White. There was big money in that name, and his father had sunken his claws both here and there to get his way, businesswise and privately alike.
Ren and Marlin sat in silence for a while, both lost in thought. He was brought back to reality by the door closing loudly behind a new customer, who sauntered in and sat down on a table a few metres away from them. “That’s him – from the park...” What was only meant as a private thought slipped out under his breath without Ren noticing.
He watched as the waitress and the customer worked out a misunderstanding, before she hurried off to another table – even though there were few other people there. The man sat down by the bar instead and Ren felt his stomach twist again. That carefree look was back on the man’s face and it shouldn’t bother Ren as much as it did. He looked away quickly, as if the sight burned his eyes.
“So, you’re a pilot?” Focusing his eyes on Marlin again, continuing. “How did you fall into that line of business?” Even though Ren was uncomfortable with subjects in uncharted waters he would do anything right now to distract himself from the growing uneasiness in his stomach. | ℛen 𝒲hite
Age: 21
Appearance:
Height: 185 cm / 6’
Weight: 78 kg / 171 lbs
Likes: Coffee, lots of it. Drinking – he loves to forget all about who he is, but hates being vulnerable of spilling his thoughts to other people. Arguing, and being right.
Dislikes: Nosy people. Annoying people. People who think they’re better than him. Going to bed - Ren loves to sleep, but hates lying in bed alone with his thoughts.
Zodiac Sign: Scorpio. Birthday: November 1st.
Strengths: Resourceful, brave, passionate, stubborn, a true friend.
Weaknesses: Distrusting, jealous, secretive, violent.
Scorpio likes: Truth, facts, being right, longtime friends, teasing, a grand passion.
Scorpio dislikes: Dishonesty, revealing secrets, passive people.
Special Talent: Ren was taught to play the piano as a child, and is really good at it. Not that he wants anybody to know. He is also surprisingly good at dancing.
Profession: Studying to become a surgeon at the most prestigious university in the city.
Bio/Personality: Ren is the only child of a rich family. His father inherited a successful pharmaceutical company from his father again, earning them a fortune. Growing up in a big mansion Ren had lots of servants and maids around him, but rarely his parents - who were busy working. He has few friends and big time trust issues. He’s snarky, short tempered, grumpy and sulky when he doesn’t get his way. He’s smug, arrogant and believes himself to be better than most people. Secretly he just wants to be accepted for who he is instead of what he has and who his father is. He envies people who makes friends easy, and though he will never admit it he is drawn towards such people. Ren is struggling with his sexuality, not knowing what he identifies as. He tries to forget this by studying in most of his free time. As his father wanted, he’s in Med. School studying to become a surgeon, unsure of this is what he actually wants to do with his life.
Your character's favorite song: Written in the Water by Gin Wigmore. If you bring this up Ren will turn beet red and utterly deny ever having heard of the song.
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Tell us about yourself:
*Your age: 22.
*What part of the world are you from? Norway.
*How many years have you been writing/roleplaying:
I’ve never roleplayed on a forum like this before, but I used to roleplay a bit with people online back in the day when msn was a thing (Online chat, kind of like Skype), lol. It consisted primarily of speed posting, so writing paragraphs will be a welcoming challenge. I would exclusively do fandom based RP’s, so RP with OC’s is new territory for me as well. I think it’s more challenging to come up with the concept of a whole person instead of just writing about a character you’re already familiar with, but hey, still equally as fun.
*How often do you have time to post? I’ll start by saying 2-4 times a week, but the way things are right now I’ll probably check in every day.
*Anything else you want to mention? What you do for a living? How much do you work a week? What do you enjoy doing besides writing?
I just finished my bachelor’s degree as a kindergarten teacher, but didn’t feel like going into the work field just yet, so now I’m studying a master’s degree in pedagogy. Other hobbies include watching movies and tv series, creative stuff like needle felting, drawing/painting, strumming clumsily on my ukulele and singing (guitar is too hard for me, lol.), etc. I play video games to a certain degree, but the games I can play is limited due to sever motion sickness if it’s a first person kind of game (I’ll almost throw up after 30 minutes of games like Mass Effect or such… (ಠ‿ಠ’) ).
BTW: During winter here in Norway it gets dark most of the day. Right now, we get about 8 hours of sunlight a day, but it gets worse (ಥ_ಥ) Because of this most of us suffer from winter depressions, including me. Hooray ʘ‿ʘ. So if I get down in a funk and needs to step back from obligations I will give a heads up. I don’t think this will become likely right now, but maybe it will when I have exams on top of everything else. We’ll see (づ｡◕‿‿◕｡)づ.
PS: Sorry for the emoticon abuse. I find them too funny sometimes （´・ω・ `）(send help). |
53,001 | 1,436 | 12 | 1,855 | 720 | Marinalia (Romus) Olympus
The Old Starboard, Sunday afternoon
Marlin seemed more relaxed and sat back sipping her tea, she was stuck with tea now she had to have 24 hours from bottle to throttle. The rule was strict but simple to remember, they even had made it rhyme. Noticing the guy he was definitely the one from the pool, small city it seemed, even among the thousands you could still remember a face.
Thee comment about a father, obviously this one had a few issues, not that marilania could talk on that one.
"Doctor, well then Mr DR. About as heavy as a flight manual. "
More relaxed and playing slightly with her air, a prominent diamond ring glittering on not that finger twirling long blonde strands idely more as a old habit than anything else. Then she noticed the remark about the man from the Sports facility, yeah that was him, had to be.
More quietly and tactful than the trainee DR with a accent slightly warmer than first.
There was something interesting about him as she looked over curiously trying to be discreet as possible though her grey eyes quickly met his for a second and turned away back to the man she was talking to. This bar was certainly interesting and a far better choice than going back to her apartment at Old Harbour. She would of only ended up watching the boats or mindlessly playing some app game. Maybe she could of taken a drive, the Land rover Discovery was fun to drive though was a fuel hog in the inner city stop start traffic.
"Oh, he was at the pool, i was doing my Sunday morning swim, easy 3-4km. "
Ok, that was a blatant humble brag, she had worked very hard to keep up her fitness and times though, many in her profession had got fat sat down in office, on the job, nice hotel food on stops.. it was easy to let the weight slip on but Marinalia was determined not to lose that part of her life and one of few constants she had on her travels.
"Yeah fully licensed, took a lesson and found my thing, passed when i was 18. Currently work out at Daedalus. How long ive been flying is my little secret. Guess its in the blood, my fathers a merchant ships captain. we a willful lot"
Thinking on what else she had to do that day, not much, though she would have to makesure to dig out her earphones, the old anolougue pair just incase, Deadalus was a modern airline but even they might not have fitted the DC-7 with a brand new radio and comms system | Marilania (Romus), Olympus
(double barreled, somewhat a name she hides)
Age: 27
Appearance: fairly Athletic, long straight Blonde and with a penchant for skirts she remained in good shape after professional sports, though now is quite abit off her competition times. Always wearing a silver necklace in the style of 3 moons linked together gifted from an old friend, and a fair sized diamond ring that belonged to her grandmother which she values above all other things.
She has a distinct knife wound scar on stomach she tries to downplay and looks much like her mother but has eyes nearly identical to her father in a fairly cold grey.
Sometimes seen in more normal clothes, other times wears a flight suit with range of patches from a few airlines and UK flag for work and vintage aviators picked up on her travels. Otherwise favours UK/European clothing brands and styles.
Distinct English Accent despite travels
Height: 5’5
Weight: 130 pounds
Likes:
Pancakes
Flying
Driving, Mostly SUV and off roaders.
Tea
Exploring old ruins and local towns
Technology
Awful movies
Swimming
Rock music
Bakers
Dislikes:
Crash landings
Smoking
being a passenger
Deceptions, lies and intriques
Ultra packed locations
Cold weather/places
Navy/Ships.
Long term ties to where she lives
Being judged for her Family name/appearance
Zodiac Sign: TAURUS
Special Talent: Able to make a Chocolate filled pancake with chocolate between two layers of pancake,
Very quick to adapt to new cities.
Profession: qualified pilot and Co Crew on a local cargo. Helicopters and short haul airline flights respectively. (also works in there small inner city office when not flying cago's and does general paperwork related to aircraft)
Bio/Personality: Daughter of an English wealthy family, her mother Maria raised her alone after her father Vesarian a captain and owner of a shipping enterprise involved in several less than above board jobs left her before she was born.
Raised on the family estate she was taught for her younger years quickly learning to be fluent in both Latin and English as an old family tradition dictated. Sent off to a private academy when she was barely in secondary education, she soon found her skills after an injury on running track in the swimming pool and won multiple awards in various championships. Though this time was not all easy, being away from family for so long, being abandoned as a child and a lack of a “home” took its toll and made her distant and also reserved.
Things turned round when she took a flying lesson for fun as part of the academies extracurricular programme; she soon took to it and passed her full license just before she was 18.
Returning home to her family, the manufacturing business was turning nasty and a rival firm moving meant her happy reunion was shortlived soon sucked into the internal battles, rivalries internal and external that had plagued the family for decades. Worse still when a mugging went wrong left her with a now scar she hides on her stomach she decided to try and find her own way and escape her family’s internal pull down into its darkside of wealth.
Meeting her step sister Victoria and her father just before she left was the final straw and headed off and worked for a mix of local airlines, helicopter taxi and other jobs before now taking a role at the Sol city Daedalus Airlines and settling down into a smaller but well-furnished top floor apartment in one of the outer districts.
Recently arrived into the city she has not got many ties to the place, renting everything out of habit from a pre furnished apartment, to an offroad SUV (land rover Discovery) on short term leases, never wanting long term ties to a place.
(Had to leave anchorage after a news article linked her father to legal arms trade in Africa and her and his name where linked by a investigative journalist. Headed to Sol city to take up a new work contract for local air freight company.)
Personality wise she is fairly confident, flirty but also takes a while to warm to people having moved about so much. Fairly easy going, slower to trust though and less willing to forgive. Not always wanting to get very close to people as less to deal with when she moves on. Maybe the new city will change her outlook or just be another stamp on the passport.
Caring but again takes time for that to happen after many moves, and too many people. Generally takes time for true self to evident.
Has very few personal effects with her bar the named jewellery as had been pretty nomadic since she was 18 ish, 9 years or thereabout.
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Tell us about yourself:
*Your age: 27
*What part of the world are you from? United Kingdom
*How many years have you been writing/roleplaying: 1-2 years offsite, 3 months on guild
*How often do you have time to post? Fairly Regularly, 2-3 times a week, maybe more at weekend
*Anything else you want to mention? Tea loving office dweller, i paint, do photography and self confessed a bit of a nerd on some things. I also collect wargames models.
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