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Pretty much, the rules for this particular rp are the same for the others, but just for the sake of posting something here, here are the rules:

1- First, and foremost...enjoy yourself and have fun. I mean, that is what we're here for, correct?

2- Godmoding is only allowed to the moderators (if the occasion calls for it)

3- Romance is to remain at a maximum level of PG-13...none of that nasty stuff in here.

4- Remember: Literate writing and enough of it to get the point across...no need to overdo it, but creativity is always welcome.

5- There is going to be the option of either playing a faculty member, or a student. Either way, there is a set number for each category, so when you fill out a character sheet, please PM it to me so that it can be approved before I add it and you can post.

Character Sheet: Students



]Name: Ophelia
Nickname: Phel
Age: 13
Race: blood elf
Gender: female
KOM: earth
Magic: N/A
Weapons: Ophelia carries three weapons, two of which are obvious at first glance; these are her twin katana. What makes these katana special is that they are each possessed by a spirit, one of her mother and the other her father, although she does not remember them as such. Gerhn, at her left, has the special ability to separate into three sections connected by chain to extend her reach while attacking; Vea, at her right, glows red when an enemy is nearby, or more specifically when there is someone near her that plans on attacking her, and has a serated right side, used to shear flesh from bones. Ophelia's not so obvious weapon is the stuffed rabbit she carries with her. This toy lovingly named "Charlie" is the only other item she still has from her past. He is a one eyed, frayed-eared, sad looking thing that has seen many years of wear and tear though Ophelia refuses to get rid of him. Charlie is, however, more than meets the eye; upon Ophelia's command or in a dire situation, Charlie can grow to approximately 20 times his original size (it is possible for him to get much larger, but the bigger he is the more energy it takes out of her) and becomes as solid as stone. When in this larger state, Charlie takes on his own personality and essentially has a mind of his own, doing whatever is necessary to protect Ophelia for as long as he can.
Grade Level: B
Classes:

Morning:
-Alchemy (this is Ophelia's second favorite class because she gets to be with her only student friends, Jun and Luesa, and her second favorite teacher Devlin)
-History of Gi (this is Ophelia's least favorite class, though she has yet to tell anyone why...)
Afternoon:
-((not really a class, but during lunch Ophelia usually stays with Gallaudet))
-Advanced Magic Use
-Arts (drama)

Appearance: Ophelia, at 5'0", is comparatively small for her age. It is perhaps because of her nature and mindset that she is seen as being smaller than she actually is. Her features, however, make up for any normality she might have had. Her hair and eyes are both blue, though her hair is more of a navy blue and her eyes are a bright turquoise; her hair is always disheveled, like she has permanent bed-head though without the tangling, and her eyes have identical marks right below her iris: a group of small silver dots that are only discernable close up, whereas from any other distance the grouping just looks like glass as though her eyes were that of a doll. Perhaps the most peculiar thing about her appearance is the fact that her entire left arm is fake. Having lost the original in an accident she has never fully detailed, the new one is made of wood that she controls 'normally' with magic.http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k319/xxsparrowsxxlockexx/Phel.jpg
Brief Bio: When Ophelia was much younger, her parents lived with her in Damasses. They were once rather adventurous, and had only decided to settle down once her mother became pregnant with her. It was their hopes that they could protect Ophelia from the way of life they once had, and to raise her to be someone virtuous. Unfortunately, their dreams were shot down on a cold, rainy night as they were heading back home after a ride in the countryside. A group of bandits led by an assassin attacked their party, killing both of her parents as they tried to protect her; the assassin had been sent to murder her parents because of a debt they had not paid since they gave up their past life. The man had not known they had a daughter, and while inspecting their carriage for loot, found her huddled in a corner with Charlie. This particular assassin had a soft spot for children, so he vowed to raise her as penance for his deed. Ophelia suffers from serious bouts of amnesia and insomnia as a side effect of loosing her parents; her insomnia also has to do with her terrible fear of small, dark spaces. Some people also think that she is completely insane as she is often found muttering nonsensical things to herself and things no one else can see. Ophelia is to spend three years in the Academy while her guardian goes on an extended mission, as he saw it the best place for her to be trained in his absence.

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Name: Juneaux Webber
Nickname: Jun
Age: 17
Race: human
Gender: male
KOM: Metal
Magic: N/A
Weapons: Apart from a standard, nothing special katana, Jun's weapons of choice are two bladed discs with a handle in the center and very small metal balls. He carries a bag of these balls that he can, when on a mission that needs to be done discretely, put into the victim by way of food or drink and later pull them out from the outside with his magic, no matter where in the body they are located.
Grade Level: A
Classes:

Morning:
-Alchemy
-Apprenticeship (Jun is torn between blacksmith and being a baker like his mother)
Afternoon:
-Economy Studies
-Arts (music; Jun has independent studies during this time)

Appearance: Reaching in at almost 6 feet tall, Jun is relatively thin for his height. His long legs make up most of his height, and he seems fit to be a runner despite never being able to due to his birth defect. That and he doesn't tend to run for or from any occasion: he is the poster boy for laziness. His hair, a light blonde, barely brushes his neck and is kept that short to keep it low maintenance. He isn't a morning person, so the less the effort the better. Two scars running from the bridge of the nose below the eyes make him look at least ten years older. Jun's eyes, at least the left one, are an olive-like color; his right eye was lost when he was younger, thus he wears a white, square eye patch all the time. Apart from his signature eye patch, Jun has been known to have an occasional cigarette.
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Brief Bio: Only three things are well known about Juneaux's past. First, he was born in Peristal to a baker and a gambler with horrible luck and control. His mother tried her best to both ignore her husband's problem and raise her son to make something of himself; his father had nothing for him but regret and abuse, because to him Jun was nothing but a waste of space and money. Jun's mother was often subject to the same abuse as Jun, until Jun got old enough to defend her. During their last fight, Jun overpowered his father and tossed him out of a third story window, ending 13 years of mistreatment. Second, Jun was born with a rare defect that does two unrelated things. Jun is apt to falling asleep randomly, similarly to the effects of narcolepsy. Also, Jun's blood does not clot normally when he gets hurt, as it is thinner due partially to an infection in his bone marrow. He has come to the realization that he will most likely die at a young age, and therefore accepts death welcomingly. Third, the series of events in which Jun lost his eye are not well known. What is certain is that one of the men Jun's father had wronged during his lifetime attacked Jun to get revenge, and since Jun does not usually like to talk about his eye, the details are left to speculation and gossip. Jun entered the Academy under the wishes of his mother, who hoped the academy could do more for him than she ever could.

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Name: Luesa Leroux
Nickname: Puppetmaster
Age: 15
Race: elf
Gender: female
KOM: no
Magic: summoning (puppets)
Weapons: Luesa has specialized her magic to be able to summon five puppets, each with their own purpose and damage done to her person after they are summoned

Puppet 1- Karakasa
Purpose- This puppet fights with an umbrella where, in the framework, tiny poisoned needles can be deployed. If the needles strike their target, the poison provides a temporary state of paralysis, which makes this puppet ideal for escaping a fight.
Damage- As the weakest of the five, Karakasa does the minimal damage to Luesa. What it does do is temporarily hinder her reaction speed when trying to dodge or block an enemy's attack.

Puppet 2- Brunnhilde
Purpose- This is the most used puppet of the five, as it is solely used for attacking. It wields a long spear, which makes it useful for long range fighting. This puppet is also the fastest of the five
Damage- Whatever damage Brunhilde takes is reflected back onto Luesa.

Puppet 3- Seer
Purpose- This is Luesa's scouting puppet. Since it can fly, it is used to scout out an area while Jennai can stay out of harm's way.
Damage- To use Seer, Luesa must put her conciousness into the puppet, leaving her body defenseless. This is why Luesa will do her best to hide before using the third puppet.

Puppet 4- Ssendam
Purpose- Luesa has only ever had to use Ssendam once. Ssendam has the ability to trap a victim's subconscious within an illusion, in which whatever damage is taken reflects onto the victim's body.
Damage- Apart from the high chance of missing with Ssendam's attack, every time Luesa misses, the attack had the chance of hitting her instead, and the more times she is hit the less likely it is that she can defend herself against it.

Puppet 5- Reaper
Purpose- This puppet was designed will the sole purpose of killing magic users. When summoned, it initiates the Wheel of Fate, which determines what kind of damage will be done to a victim.
Damage- Luesa has never used this puppet before, and for a very good reason. When the reaper appears, it immediately begins to feed off of her life source, and if the Wheel of Fate succeeds in landing on the worst of the attacks, it will take her soul as payment.
Grade Level: B
Classes: (please choose at most two of each for now)

Morning:
-Alchemy
-Basic Training
Afternoon:
-Advanced Magic Use
-Arts (drama)

Appearance: Luesa stands at an average height for her age at five feet three inches. Her hair, a rich sable with hints of blue when looked at in certain lights, matches in length her height, and when performing is kept in a rope-like braid. The only thing that is remotely remarkable about her appearance is her eyes. They do not share the same color. Her left is the color of grain under an afternoon sun, with an odd little mark, like a scratch, of a darker hazel color; her right is a striking lavender that deepens or lightens naturally with her mood. She is hardly found wearing anything other than her performing outfit, but her other favorite outfit is a rather plain white dress with long sleeves.
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Brief Bio: The ability to control the Five was passed down through the generations of Luesa's family. What was strange was that the ability had only been found in the male side of the family. Born in Yaroh to a family of performers, Luesa was always on the move. Living out of a covered wagon, she knew not much else of the world except for what she saw and what her mother and father taught her. It was hard to come by friends, so Luesa began making non-magical puppets to entertain herself with, from the size of her hand to that of an average adult. It was when he saw this talent that her father began teaching her to both summon and use the five. The problem was, and the reason for her actually being enrolled into the Academy, she could not always control her magic output, so her family sent her to be trained.

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Name: narasu
Nickname: nar
Age: 16
Race: neko
Gender: female
KOM: no
Magic: summoning elementals and spirit companions
Weapons: two chain scythes, two scimitars, and four hidden daggers
Grade Level: B
Classes:

Morning:
-Basic Magic Use
Afternoon:
-Advanced Magic Use

Appearance:
Brief Bio: narasu was born in a hidden village in the mountains. she joined the academy to strengthen her skills with magic after her village was destroyed. she likes to sit at the back of classrooms and hates large crowds. she works hard at all she does and has the ambition to improve as much as she can. she plans on returning to her village after the academy to try and start a new life. she is able to summon the spirits of the deceased and elementals from fire, water, earth, air, light, dark, and lightning. she fights till she knows she has won or lost.

She knew it was time to get up. The birds outside, chirping like madmen, and the tiny ray of light that cut right through the small gap in the thick curtains and hit her right in the eye had been reminding her of that for the past half hour. Moaning, she took the pillow from beneath her head and put it over her face, trying to muffle out the sound. For a few moments, she reveled in the warm, dark silence. Until she remembered that she was mortal and needed to breathe.

With one hand, she tossed the pillow at the window, causing the curtains to flutter and let in an even bigger ray of that horrible morning light. "Alright, I'm up." she muttered to no one, sliding out of bed. Rubbing her eyes with one hand she used the other to throw open the curtains. The light flooded in as though she had just broken the dam keeping it under control, and she recoiled, blinking furiously to try and regain her sight.

It was at this crucial time of morning that her mood for the rest of the day would be determined. In this blinded state, she moved and got her foot stuck on the end of the curtain, loosing her balance and ultimately falling ungracefully to the floor. So far, it was turning out to be pretty crappy, and proved to be even more so as she hit her head on the end of her bed while trying to get back to her feet. She mumbled some rather questionable things under her breath as she removed her nightgown, stepping out of it as it pooled beneath her on the floor. No matter how much she loved that nightgown, she could not teach classes in it no matter how much she just wanted to go back to sleep.

The only reason she was up earlier than usual was because she knew there was a lot of paperwork waiting for her in her office. It was not uncommon for her to arrive to her classes late, though the headmaster of the school could not in good conscience fire her because she was one of his top faculty members, despite her laziness sometimes. Dressing was easy enough as the majority of her clothes were similar; she could get dressed in the dark without any fear of leaving her room looking any odder than she did naturally through her disposition. Therefore, in less than fifteen minutes she was heading out her bedroom door in the teacher's quarters, accompanied today by her crutch, as that little fall had excited the pain in her leg.

Her walk down several flights and to the other side of the school was uneventful and silent. Most of the students were asleep, and those that weren't would either be outside or in the commons waiting for breakfast. Thus, her mood was slowly brightening until she opened her office door and spotted the stack of incoming paperwork waiting for her. As she approached it, closing the door behind her, the top of the papers reached the tip of her nose, though granted the stack was on her desk. Sighing heavily, she sat down at her desk, setting her crutch against the wall behind her, knowing that the paper wouldn't disappear, not matter how long she stared at it.

Suddenly, her train of thought was disrupted when she heard a familar laughter in the courtyard just outside the window a few floors below her office. She stood and walked over to the window, leaning against the frame as she looked through the panes of glass on a blue haired girl playing in the flowers. "At least someone's happy today." she thought to herself, smiling.

Juneaux was, by all means, a light sleeper. Something as light as a fly could barely graze his skin and he would wake as though someone had just screamed in his ear. What woke him this particular morning was the sound of light footsteps in the hallway just outside his bedroom door. The footsteps had halted in front of his door, though only for a moment before disappearing towards the stairwell. He had an idea of whose feet they were, and if he was right he would have to scold her for leaving her room so early and alone.

To say he was protective was a bit of an understatement. Years of having to keep his mother from the grunt of his father's abuse had left a mark on the way he treated those around him. The girl in question that had woken him up was very special to him, and he did his best to shield her from the small minded student body and faculty and their abuses to a girl whose mind had been afflicted by a past as gruesome as his own. Thus, he had taken up the role of guardian to a little blue haired girl four years his junior.

Upon leaving his room, kept dark due to personal preference, he squinted against the sudden brightness of the morning light. Frowning in detest, he followed the same path the footsteps had, as his feet more than his eyes led him to the court yard. Juneaux could suddenly soft singing; the voice was so familiar that there was no doubt in the voice's origin. Slowly his eyes adjusted as he stepped down into the courtyard, looking around. To his left in the far corner he could see, propped up against the furthest tree the little stuffed rabbit she always carried, its head tilted down near it's chest where it had fallen naturally with the help of gravity; her little feet could still be seen imprinted into the fresh grass, each blade slowly trying to regain its former height. Following these footsteps, he came upon the very girl he expected, lying in the grass as though it were her own bed, singing a little tune to herself.

He stood above her, and waited until she opened her eyes. A sweet smile lit her lips, and in a soft, mouse-like voice she said with a certain gaiety, "G'morning." Juneaux smiled back, crouching down to get out of the direct sun's rays that seemed to be haunting him. From his crouched position, he was in the shade and out of its stinging way.

"Couldn't sleep, eh?" he questioned, shaking his head in disbelief. "I can't even begin to imagine how you make it through the day on the amount of sleep you get. Regardless, how are you this morning Phel?"

Devlin had been awake since sunup. Old habits die hard, and he was used to an early start to his day. Zhong-Shou sat on the bed, wagging his bushy tail at his companion. The young man smiled at his familar and extended a hand, inviting the little fox up onto his shoulder.

"...I suppose it's time for classes, hm?" Devlin said to no one in particular. Zhong-Shou hopped off of Devlin's shoulder and nudged something on the bedside table, knocking it onto the floor.

He knelt and retrieved the item. "Ah... thank you. It wouldn't be any good to frighten my students away now, would it?" he smiled, pulling his eyepatch on.

"I believe we are running late, Zhong-Shou. We ought to head to the classroom. Am I forgetting anything else?"

The little fox responded by returning to its prior spot on Devlin's left shoulder. He smiled again and walked out the door, grabbing his lesson guide as he did so.

Walking down the terrace, he spotted Ophelia's distinctive blue hair near her usual spot. He stopped and called over to the girl, reminding her that class was soon to start. She said something back before turning her attention back to Jun.

Devlin made his way over to his classroom and was greeted by Luesa, who was sitting on the window ledge, finishing a plait in her hair.

"On time for once, Luesa? ...or am I just late?"

"Oh, no better than tomorrow and no worse than yesturday." she replied, smiling. She reached up and poked him gently in his nose, giggling. "But now that you're here I suppose I am much better."

Jun was always nice to Ophelia, which was very different from how she was treated by the other students. The only thing she didn't like was how he went out of his way to defend her when she was being picked on; she appreciated it, but didn't think she deserved it.

Suddenly, Ophelia gasped, flipping over and propping herself up on her elbows. "Jun, can I come watch you practice today? Please, please!"

Jun nodded and she cheered. Ophelia loved listening to Jun play his instrument, because in her opinion he was so good at it. Jun suddenly took her hand and helped her up. She opened her mouth to say something, when she heard Devlin call out to her as he passed by the courtyard.

"Yes sir, we're coming." Looking back at Jun, she exclaimed, "Let me grab Charlie before we're late." before running back over to the willow tree. The stuffed rabbit hadn't moved, though she hadn't expected it to.

"Still sleeping, I see." she whispered, smiling as she picked him up and held him close to her as she rushed back to Jun. "I'll try and be as quiet as I can, I promise." Once at Jun's side again, Ophelia took his hand as they rushed up to Devlin's class. She slowed down a few yards from Devlin and the girl she liked named Luesa, shuffling her barefeet as she walked slightly behind Jun.