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MY INFO:
I am usually calm and reserved. I will fight for a cause I believe in till my last breath. I try my hardest to be fair and just to all of my students. I believe that learning to control your abilities is a right every gifted person is born with.
I fight with no weapons, only my powers.
As an elemental, I control light, I also wield water. I use my light abilities to stun and blind my opponents, as well as ward off darkness.I use my water abilities to defend, creating tendrils of water to entangle my opponents.
I am also magically inclined. I can influence the emotions of others. This ability is known as empathy. My empathy is well developed, and can overpower that of any students.
My strengths are my ability to fight without physical contact. I can use my light to blind my opponents, as well as bind them.
My weaknesses are overwhelming darkness. I can fight darkness in typical amounts, but not from more than one elemental. I cannot use my powers if I can't focus. I also lack fighting skills.
Before I came here, I was a fugitive from darkness in any form. It at one time possessed my soul and I was unable to use my light. At times the darkness that was once in me looms above my head, making me uncharacteristically stressed and uneasy. My past is a mysterious one. My mother and father simply vanished off the face of the Earth. I was left alone with my sister Adele. We traveled the world, and together decided to found a school for the gifted.On our travels we made many friends, and many enemies...

MY INFO:
I am usually extremely introverted. I only open up to a few people, and to them I am kind. Anyone else I do not trust. That includes my students. My trust is not easily gained. My brother is the only person I am completely open with.
I fight with a long bow, from which I can shoot beams of light.
I as an elemental I use light, I also wield air. I use my light to heal, and my air to prevent the approach of opponents, so I can fight them from a distance.
I am also magically inclined. I can turn into light, this allows me to travel at the speed of light.
My strengths are my ability to fight from a distance, my ability to heal, and my ability to flee from a battle as light.
My weaknesses are for one, when I am in my light form I cannot use my magic. I know little about hand to hand combat, or using any other weapon besides a bow. I also cannot use my magic if I can't focus
Before I came here I traveled the world with my brother, William. When he was overcome by a strange darkness I did everything I could to help him. I managed to destroy most of the darkness in him, but I fear some is still left. I didn't want to become a headmaster at Kingswood, but I did want to teach, so I took the post as the magic teacher.

MY INFO:
I am usually a bit dark, argumentative, and slightly, well, evil. I glamorize murder and the art of arson. Some have called me insane.
I fight with a thin longsword and a set of seven throwing knives. I also use poisons, which I can slip into food and drink or inject straight into my enemies' veins. I know of many poisons; some paralyze, some kill instantly, and some draw out the event, making it slow and painful. I also know of many drugs, and how to concoct them, though I only use them for my own fun.
I as an elemental, I also wield darkness and fire. With darkness, my main element, I can hide myself and others, make it appear as though it is night, and create apparitions and shadows. I know only enough about fire to summon it when I desire, and can make it grow into beautiful and horrible shapes. However, I do not use fire as a weapon; only for arson or for beauty. (But doesn't arson count as beauty? So shouldn't I just put beauty? Ah, well, I'll put both anyway.)
I am also magically inclined. I can force people to see what I want them too; I put images in their head, which can be pleasant, or can be their worst fears and nightmares. They can resist, and even rebound the ability upon me, but I usually break them.
My strengths are my knowledge of poisons, the ability to hide in darkness, and my great stealth.
My weaknesses are the voices in my head, which speak evil words and make me do terrible things or cause me great pain, my several addictions, and the fact that I am blind in bright sunlight. I cannot create darkness during the brightest hours of the day.
Before I came here, I lived in an asylum. They locked me up after I burned my hometown, killing everyone inside. I don't remember why I did it; I suppose they told me to. I listened to them more then than I do now. I've learned some control now. Anyway, people started dropping dead; I suppose I probably poisoned them. I revealed myself when I conjured fire from nowhere when I was high, and was unable to hide myself before I was caught. They brought me to the asylum, hearing me blame them for what I was doing, and locked me away in a cell with white walls. It was so bright, I could do nothing. I only escaped when they let me out one day, I set fire to my guards, and I escaped with the cloak of darkness to find me. I have since then learned to torture people with images in their mind (the one good thing they have done for me is teach me that), and found Kingswood. I have no idea why Headmaster Smith lets me stay here, but he does, so I'll offer my services. Besides, it's a nice free place, and they haven't bothered me as often since I've come here. So I'll stay, and have my fun, and I probably won't torch the place.

MY INFO:
I am usually antisocial, though at times I miss the company of others. I am easily angered, and will strike back rashly when I am overwhelmed, but when I can control my emotions, I am a calculating, systematic, and deadly killer. The shadow of grief lies heavy on me; I am quiet, and may become distant at times. However, I am trying to put that behind me.
I fight with a longbow and a long black knife. I can also fight with a sword, or duel wield a sword and my knife.
I am also magically inclined. I can become invisible at will.
My strengths are my accuracy when fighting, my secrecy, and my speed.
My weaknesses are letting my emotions control me, leading to rash decisions, magic (from which I have little ability to defend myself), and being afraid to trust people, which ensures I spend much of my time alone and without allies. or friends.
Before I came here, I grew up under the care of only my mother, since my father died when I was very young in a hunting accident. We grew our own food in a small garden; we went vegetarian, since we were afraid to hunt. We were always very poor, even for citizens of our rather poor, and went hungry if our few crops failed, which they often did, and we could find no edible herbs in the forest. Still, though we were weak, my mother taught me to fight with two long black knives and the longbow my father used, for defense only. She also taught me about many edible, helpful, and deadly herbs she knew, and I learned how to use them, make them into poultices and poisons, and apply them. I became proficient in the identification of these and in the use of my weapons by age 12. That was when he noticed me. He was about me age, of slim build, tall, and had long red hair which fell in front of his face. I was practicing one day, when he melted out of the forest, tears streaking his face, watching me shoot curiously. I pretended I hadn't noticed him, and let him go when he turned away half an hour later. He would return, always looking afraid and downcast, never meeting my gaze when I glanced at him, and often looking exhausted. After three months of spasmodic appearances, I stopped one day during my archery training, and set my bow down. He did not run off as I approached him, so I walked up to him and asked his name. He said it was Lómin. I gave him mine, and asked him where he came from. At even that gentle probing, he got scared and ran off. I was sad to see him go, as I had no friends, but not surprised. Many weeks later, he reappeared with a fresh cut on his face, crying silently. He emerged from the trees this time, and I came to him. I cleaned his wound and applied some of our precious herbs to it, and he thanked me quietly, making eye contact for the first time. I walked with him through the woods in silence, and after many hours, we came back to my home at the edge of town, and stopped. It was far into the night, and the starlight was dim. His dark black eyes bored into mine. A whisper escaped his lips. "Until tomorrow." And then he left, looking happier than I'd ever seen him. For the next three years, we would walk in the woods. I always carried my weapons with me, in case of attack, but no one ever saw us. We slipped as shadows through the trees, growing closer. We talked freely; he was no longer afraid. He told me his story three years after we'd met. His father was a drunk who beat him in blind fits of rage. His mother just took the abuse, hoping the days would pass quickly. He came to the woods for safety, a sanctuary. The bitter words make him weep, and I held him beneath the trees as he sobbed bitterly. I spoke in his ear, telling him he was not alone, that I would be there for him, that I could keep him safe. Little lies, promises I couldn't keep; anything to stay his tears. And, at length, the sobs subsided. He breathed slower, drinking deeply of the cool winter air. We stepped slightly apart, and he looked up at me, with hope in his eyes. He kissed me, and I kissed him back. We had grown to love and trust each other. We were free from our bonds here, free to be together, to be alive. He soon taught me his secret: the magic of invisibility. The forest was our sanctuary, and we thrived beneath the trees, invisible to any who would look for us, lovers lost in a world of dreams. It was the fall when the fateful day arrived, the day I shall never forget. I was training with my knives, whirling about and striking invisible foes, when Lómin appeared out of the forest. He was shaking, breathing hard, and he looked terrified. I asked him what was wrong, and he gasped that his father had gone into a rage, killed his mother, and sworn to kill him as well. He had barely escaped with his life. His eyes were wild, showing his terror. I sheathed my blades embraced him, trying to calm him, but he would not listen to a word I said. He apologized again and again, and I asked him why; he closed his eyes, drew a breath, and held it. When he finally exhaled, he looked up at me, and there was a dead calm in those dark orbs. "I'm sorry," he said softly, "for being weak. Always be strong." Then he kissed me one last time, a long, sad thing, and slipped his arms around from my waist to the hilt of my knife. Quickly, he drew it, turning away from me, and slit his own throat, cutting deep. A yelled and fell upon him, tears running from my eyes, trying frantically to halt the flow, but to no avail. My only love, the one who gave me a reason to live, lay dead before me. It could not be. This could not have happened to so innocent and good a person. Anger rapidly consumed me, and I took the blood-stained blade from my love's hand, sprinting off into the forest to track down his killer, the one who had made him so afraid that he would do such a thing. I found him easily, blundering through the woods, and ran him through with the knife. As he lay there dying, I stabbed him again and again, trying to make him feel a fraction of the pain he had inflicted in the few minutes he had to live. When the body was still, bloodied beyond recognition, I beheaded and dismembered it, cut out the heart, spat on it, and left it there to the wolves. Shaking, I returned to my dead love. I cleaned the blood from him as well as I could, covered the ugly wound in his neck with a scarf, and dug him a grave in the cold, hard ground, before an ancient oak tree. There, I kissed his cooling lips, and lay him to rest, weeping bitter tears. I cursed this world a thousand times over for its evils, and ran into the forest, carrying my weapons. For years, I fought those I came across, challenging anyone who appeared worthy to duels. When I found thieves or murderers hiding, I would shoot them from afar. I was never seen by anyone; I lived as a shadow. But now I have found this school, a place where I don't have to hide from the past, a place where I can teach in peace, and forget my sorrow. Or, so I hope...